Not exactly.

His guttural sounds were loud, even moreso because he was bent over me and practically next to my ear as we humped. His tongue danced along my back and his fingers explored my thighs as he kept pumping me with all his might. However, during all this excitement he missed one thing.

"JOE! What the hell are you doing?" Immediately I opened my eyes, startled at the interruption. I cocked my head to the side and I saw a rail-thin woman, much older than myself or Brian. She looked to be in her late 40's.

"Oh shhhhiit!" Brian cried out as I was inspecting the woman. However, Brian's cry wasn't only because we were caught. I felt his warm jizm splash along my pussy as he pulled out, and more hitting the back of my thigh. Thoroughly dissapointed, I immediately moved my hand back to massage my now drenched vagina, hoping to catch my O before it faded, but it didn't work. All I got was a handful of semen.

"I can't believe this, Joe!" The woman shrieked. "Already you're fucking some slut, when I'm gone for just two days? Christ, the kids are downstairs..." She covered her face with her hands and sunk to the ground. I felt devastated - I was a homewrecker now just like Michelle.

"Oh my god. You said your name was Brian, and you never mentioned any kids!" I flipped around, wiping my thigh on the sheets. I slapped him lightly, and grabbed my things. I made a mad dash for the door, and ran downstairs. Unfortunately at the bottom of the stairs there were two boys, about twelve years old, who I was now exposing myself to. That's when I tripped down the stairs and broke my ankle.

"Wait a minute Les, that's the wrong story. You were supposed to tell the one about your biggest orgasm."

"Whoops! Okay, let me start again."