10 - Supporting the Troops #2
“Kind of,” she said, with a smile. “Don’t worry, they’re cool about me bringing guys home.”
They got out, and as he closed the car door he noticed the mailbox. The name was not Braiden, it had too few letters, but he couldn’t quite make it out.
Maybe this friend of hers is actually paying the mortgage, he thought. Hell, none of my beeswax.
Inside, she led him through to the bathroom and flicked on the light,
“I always have a shower when I get home from work,” she explained, looking down at Mike’s pants. “And you are kinda sticky down there. Let’s soap each other up a little.”
A minute later, their clothes were on the floor and they were under the steaming spray.
Mike’s second erection was as rock-hard as his first. Lorna’s body, slick under soapy water, was a little fuller-figured that he recalled.
Her tits seemed bigger and firmer, and he gently cupped one, wondering if she had had implants.
“Yeah, well spotted,” she laughed. “I’m a double-D now. Did wonders for my tips, believe me.”
“Oh God, they are so fucking superb,” he moaned.
He began to suck her nipples to hardness, at the same time probing her shaven pussy with his fingers. Lorna giggled and sighed with pleasure as he explored her labia, then began to flick at her clit with his thumb. She responded by grabbing his dick and running her fingers along the shaft.
“God, I’d forgotten how big you are!” she exclaimed. “First time I saw it I was scared, did you know that?”
“No!” he said, incredulous. “You seemed like you were totally control.”
He remembered her in a cheerleader outfit, sucking him off behind the science block.
“I was scared I’d choke on that monster, believe me!” she laughed. “But I handled it.”
She put both hands on his cock and crouched down in front of him.
The sight of her dainty fingers just barely encircling his shaft made him even hornier.
Lorna teased him a little, licking his glans, kissing it, inserting her tongue into the slit.
Then, with a wink, she opened wide and began to deep-throat him.
Mike threw his head back, closed his eyes, let all the sensations erupt over him. He felt Lorna’s tongue, lips, the pressure at the back of her throat. He looked down again and saw her gazing up longingly. He felt his balls jerk with primal energy, knowing that his orgasm was seconds away.
“I’m gonna come!” he yelled. “Oh, shit!”
Lorna withdrew her lips from his cock just in time for the first spurt of jism to splash onto her face.
The cascade of hot water instantly carried it down, diluting it as the fluid splashed onto her tits.
More spunk erupted as Mike bellowed obscenities in sensual joy.
Lorna rubbed the spermy water over herself, stood on tiptoe, and drew him down to her for a kiss.
“God, that was fucking great,” he gasped.
“That’s just the start, baby,” she said seriously. “I knew you’d need to work off a little frustration. Now, let’s make it third time lucky for me, huh?”
She drew him closer again, whispering urgently.
“I want that big cock inside me.”
For a moment, Mike wondered if he could raise a hardon again so soon.
The cum was still dribbling from his half-flaccid cock as they stepped out of the shower.
But after they had dried each other off, Mike’s doubts evaporated.
Lorna playfully caressed him to full rigidity again, then led him into the bedroom by his engorged member.
Without saying anything, she sat on the edge of the bed and raised her legs.
Her pussy glistened in the dim, red light from the bedside lamp.
Mike fell to his knees and began to lick her out, tasting the salty fluid still oozing from her.
She wrapped her thighs around his head and gave little panting yelps of pleasure as he sucked and tongued her clit.
“Yeah, fuck yeah!” she moaned.
Mike took his time. She had assured him that they had all night, that he could stay until morning – if he chose.
At that moment, he was sure he would. Soon Lorna’s cunt was dripping with love juices, running over his stubble, down into his mouth.
A few drops spattered his thighs and fell onto his straining cock.
“You ready?” he gasped, pulling back for a moment.
He inserted two, then three fingers inside her tight pussy, frigging her, gradually moving faster.
“Yes!” she pleaded. “Yes, fuck me!”
He stood up and moved her easily into the center of the bed, then climbed on top. She guided the tip of his cock into her wet pussy and he pushed gently, but urgently, inside her. Lorna’s thighs jerked, and she gave a little yelp. She was tight, and not as wet as he had hoped.
“Too much?” he asked.
She made a negative sound, and he felt her pussy muscles grip his cock tighter.
“More!” she half-yelled, half-moaned.
He withdrew a little, then drove his cock in about halfway.
Lorna heaved and quivered, outside and in.
Mike felt renewed confidence in himself, a sense of power, potency, that had been missing since he came back to Grand Falls.
He began to fuck her slowly, feeling her cunt muscles gripping him as he thrust deeper with each stroke.
Any friction vanished after a few moments, banished by natural lubricant.
Soon he was balls deep in Lorna, and she was screaming out her pleasure, full-throated, blaspheming with delight.
“Oh Jesus fuck, I’m coming, holy shit, oh God, aaaah!”
Mike felt a familiar sensation, knew he could come if he continued to hammer at Lorna’s pussy. He pulled free of her to delay his own pleasure as she panted and writhed in orgasm. A thin jet of fluid squirted from her, wetting his torso.
“Fuck, you’re a squirter!” he said admiringly. “And I remember when you were just a little squirt.”
Lorna laughed, moaned, gasped.
“Fuck, you have been waiting too long,” she said, sitting up and gazing at his still-solid erection. “Come on, I want your spunk inside me, Big Mike. Just like old times, right?”
She turned over with startling agility and stuck her rump in the air.
In the dim rosy light, her glistening cunt between pert buttocks suddenly looked to him like the heart of some delicious, exotic fruit.
Mike grasped her ass cheeks and moved forward.
This time when he slipped inside her, it felt much easier.
He began to pound her cunt joyfully, rediscovering the horny teenager in himself.
I got lucky, he thought. Sometimes it happens.
It took maybe five minutes and several squealing orgasms from Lorna, but finally Mike came.
The wonderful surge of release shot through him, and he felt a gusher of spunk fill Lorna’s drenched pussy.
Gasping, she crawled forward as he pulled out of her and rolled over.
Her pussy had been stretched to what looked like twice its original width.
Cum drooled from its dark orifice as Lorna gazed up at him with an air of speculation.
“Okay,” she purred. “That was just what we both needed.”
Mike lay down beside her and ran a finger around her left nipple. The brown bud, which seemed tiny against the big enhanced boob, was still hard.
“God, Lorna, that was fucking brilliant,” he said.
“I guess that back trouble doesn’t affect how stuff works around the front?”
She kissed him sensuously, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
“Does Big Mike wanna rest a while? Or can we go again?”
He guffawed as her fingers found his cock, which twitched eagerly in response to her encouragement.
“Maybe one more time,” he said. “For luck.”
***
He woke in pitch darkness, momentarily unsure of where he was.
For a moment, he expected to see sleeping comrades.
But there were no inert bodies in camouflage, no gentle snoring, none of the familiar odors of feet, farts, and chili.
Then he remembered Lorna. He groped for her, found nothing but a warm, dampish patch where she must have been lying. He called her name and heard no reply.
Where’s the light switch?
He remembered the bedside lamp and flicked it on. A moment later, the door opened and Lorna walked in, still butt-naked. She grinned, striking a mock-burlesque pose in the doorway.
“Hey, big fella. You up for a threesome?”
“Wha -?”
Mike wasn’t sure he had heard her right.
“I’ve got this friend who wants to join in the fun,” Lorna said. “But she’s kinda shy. Do you mind if I dim the lights a little?”
“No, no problem,” he replied.
Mike immediately thought of the girl who worked at the diner. He had another sharp, delicious image of her generous mouth around his dong.
“It’s not Stacey, is it?” he whispered.
“Nah,” Lorna said. “Somebody far sexier than that. You’re in luck!”
The tall figure who appeared in the doorway was not Stacey, he felt sure of that.
But any disappointment was offset by the slutty look of the newcomer.
In contrast to Lorna’s nakedness, this woman was wearing – more or less – a short, black leather skirt, spike-heeled shoes, and black sheer stockings with garters.
A thin, black lace top barely covered a set of prodigious boobs in a black brassiere.
It took Mike a second to work his way up to her face.
In the uncertain light, it seemed a garish mask of red, white, and black – the over-made-up look went perfectly with the outfit.
The ensemble was topped off with what must have been a wig, a mass of platinum blonde hair cascaded over the sex bomb’s shoulders.
“Wow,” he said, stunned. “Who are you?”
The stranger gave a throaty giggle and shook her head.
“She’s kind of shy,” Lorna said. “Her name’s Cheri.”
Mike gawped at her, incredulous.
“Shy? Dressed like that?”
“Yep,” nodded Lorna. “She expresses herself sexually, but she doesn’t talk much. Now, lie back, and let’s get you ready for action again, soldier!”