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She made a few slurping sounds and his cock contracted in her mouth. It really was in the head, sex, thought John as she softly moaned, quickening her momentum doubtlessly in the expectation he was going to ejaculate again. The second orgasm was exquisitely painful, like his banjo string had been pulled. She ingested her second load of semen off him, spluttering as she did so.
I lay on my back beside my husband as James motioned towards me, unbuckling his belt, smirking once again. Getting on top of me, I gasped and moaned as I felt his thick finger slide into my wet hot pussy. James smiled victoriously at how wet he was making me. His thumb started rubbing my clit, and I started convulsing, cumming on his big thumb and thick index finger. With my head back, James adjusted himself, and just like that, his beer-can girth of a cock was trying to find its way inside me. When I told him how full I felt, his reply made me cum.
“I just stuck the head in so far, babe,” James said looking down at me, victoriously and triumphantly as the drunken fool I was married to snored beside us both.
James exhaled as his weight rested on mine. He thrust into me slowly at first before accelerating his movement. I was wet enough for him to slide at least 3/4 of his girth into my tight little pussy. We weren’t wasting time; we had the bed shaking and rocking within a minute. This was going to be a quick power fuck, and I was fine with that. We both just needed it to happen. I wrapped my legs around James’ ass, who’s pants and boxer shorts were yanked down to his ankles. His Adidas running shoes were still on his feet, that’s how quickly this progressed. James ripped my blouse off with one hand, and I pulled off his t-shirt. I could smell James’ body heat as he buried his face between my big tits.
“This is what it’s like to be with a real man,” I thought to myself with my husband’s friend’s monster cock inside of me.
James was grinning as I came all over his thick cock, a grin that got wider with each orgasm he gave me. My reaction told him I never came like that with my husband.
After about ten minutes of us in the same position, I watched James pull out of me and stroke his dick. His finger and thumb replacing his cock inside of me, and just by thumbing my clit, I reached another orgasm. He brought me to orgasm with his thumb – his thumb! My poor husband couldn’t make me cum with his dick, but his best friend could make me reach multiple orgasms with the girth of his thumb.
And then the unthinkable happened.
It was James’ turn to cum, something I saw was imminent once his breathing got heavier and faster. He grabbed the base of his thick shaft and began pumping splurges of cum everywhere. The first few shots landed on the closet doors over my head, other ropes of jizz spewed out on the lampshade. The third wave landed all over my huge tits, covering them. But the fourth wave o