“Fuck, yes,” I groan while holding myself still for a moment. Fuck, she’s so ready for me and her walls clamp convulsively against my hardness, stroking and squeezing.
“Mmmm!” Olly moans while twisting at her nipples. “Yes!”
With that, I begin a heavenly rhythm. It’s just gentle at first because I don’t want to wake her. But the wet squelching sounds and her cries of pleasure have my desire ratcheting up with rapid intensity, and my thrusts become more urgent. As much as I want to draw this out, make it nice and slow, I don’t have that luxury. With a muffled roar, I jerk and pant into her ear.
“I’m going to come, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up. Are you ready?”
She doesn’t respond to my exact words, but rather cries out again and I take that as a yes. My cock jerks as I push forward once more, and then seed splashes out in hot jets, filling her to the brim.
“FUCK!” I roar, muffling my voice in the pillow beneath her head. My potent seed fills her unprotected pussy to the brim, hot trails already leaking between our bodies. Then Olly comes as well, her pussy clamping and squeezing as she lets out a loud moan.
“Unnnnh!” she screams. “Oh Jason!” The voluptuous woman falls apart in my arms, her wetness milking my cock convulsively with her tight walls.
“Yeah baby,” I pant while seizing her mouth with my own. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Take it all, honey.”
We buck and cry together some more, our moans twining musically in the darkness. But soon, the climax passes and I land back on Earth with a thud. Still panting, I pull out and a huge amount of seed drenches the sheets immediately. Oh shit. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I wet a warm washcloth and gently clean between her thighs before pulling on my clothes and looking at the sweet girl. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Even more so than when we started because now Olly’s been fucked thoroughly, and has a flush of pleasure on her skin. That pretty pussy was certainly well-used tonight.
Reluctantly, I exit the cottage and step into the darkness of Olly’s quiet street. I make sure to lock the door behind me with my new spare key before walking down the street towards my truck, a silent mass beneath a poplar tree. My head shakes with disbelief because I can’t believe I did that. After all, it’s one thing to watch a beautiful woman as she sleeps, but it’s another to get into bed with her and take those curves all the way to climax. Will Olly wake up and know? After all, she’s no longer in her negligee and panties, and there’s a damp spot on her mattress. Will she come knocking at Benning Motors early tomorrow, irate and furious? Or will she chalk it up to another wet dream that took a turn for the impossible?
6
Olly
I throw my arms high over my head, stretching luxuriously. I’m achy and sore, and yet extremely satisfied too. Why is that? But I know why all too well because last night, I had a vivid dream about the sexy mechanic who fixed my car. It was so crazy because it was just so realistic. I could have sworn Jason was right here next to me in bed, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while that huge shaft penetrated my sweetness again and again.
But I know it was just a dream, even as I look down ruefully at the mess on my mattress. The sheets are twisted this way and that, and somehow, I even got myself out of my negligee and panties as part of that fantasy. Plus, I must have touched myself intensely because there’s a bit of caked fluid on my sheets, and my pussy feels sore. It’s happened before though. Sometimes, I stick my fingers so far up inside that it feels like I’ve been taken by a man, although of course it was just me.
But I can’t stay in bed mooning about Jason Benning forever, as nice as that sounds. Quickly, I swing my legs over the side of the mattress, and then make my way to the bathroom before staring at my reflection. Yes, it’s still the same Olly, and yet it isn’t because my skin looks radiant and I practically glow. Why is that?
Shaking my head, I open the medicine cabinet to grab my medication and then swallow my daily dose with a swig of water. That dream last night must have really gotten to me because even now, I still feel a little hot and bothered. My breasts feel tender like someone was squeezing or sucking them, and to be honest, I’ve been known to do that in my sleep as well. It’s one of the benefits of having Double Ds. I’m literally able to push them up to my mouth, and I’ve suckled myself a few times because it feels really good. But now, I have to get going. After I’ve relieved myself and brushed my teeth, I head back to my room to pick out today’s outfit, but just as I’m opening my closet door, the phone starts to ring.