I watched as the numbers on the gas pump slowly rotated their way through their cycle. It was a hot afternoon, as it usually was during the summer, and I had left work about twenty minutes earlier. The gas light in the car had come on as soon as I started up the engine, but I was certain that I had enough to make it to the gas station. The place I usually stopped at was right at the corner were we lived. I watched cars occasionally buzz down 141; the driver's seemingly oblivious to the world around them. A couple of kids rode their bikes up to the store and emerged in a few minutes with a bottle of Mountain Dew each. It was Friday afternoon and I was thankful that I would not need to think about my job for forty-eight hours or so. Eventually the pump stopped and I replaced the nozzle.
I walked slowly into the store, not in any major rush, just enjoying the late afternoon and trying to switch mental gears from work mode to home mode. After paying for the gas I climbed back into the van and started it up. The CD that was in the player started after a few seconds and I hit the eject button, not really wanting to listen to it anymore. I drove the short distance to our house and found the two boys playing in the pool. The water was so full that it practically overflowed, but they were busy sliding their guys down the slide and shooting holes in various boats. I walked by them and they both said hello to me then in a rush of broken child English explained about the war they were currently engaged in. I had to sit on the steps by the pool to try to follow their narrative. Eventually I was caught up with the story thus far, apparently they were both the good guys and some bad guys had attacked them and they had to sink all of the bad guys' boats. As I sat there watching them, I realized why the pool was so close to overflowing, the water was still on.
I rose and walked to the faucet. As I turned the hose off I could hear the flow of water slowing down until it completely stopped. I told them that I was going inside for a minute, a statement that took a few tries before they both heard and understood it. Walking into the house it was eerily quiet. The air was much cooler inside than outside as the air conditioner was running in the steady fashion that it always did. I cocked my head to the side, trying to hear Raylene's voice; I guessed that she might have been on the phone. But her voice was nowhere to be heard. Oh well, I thought to myself not being overly concerned about anything, she's around somewhere I'm sure.
I slipped my tennis shoes off of my feet and placed them beside the rocking chair. As I walked over towards the refrigerator I stepped gingerly past the cat's food dishes, as I hated to get my socks wet and the water dish was usually spilled. Once in the kitchen I could hear a slight humming sound over the noise of the air conditioner. Ah, I thought, must be in the shower. Even as I thought it, I was pretty certain that it did not actually sound like the shower, but my mind had not yet fully shifted gears so I was still somewhat distracted. I had spent most of the day talking to Raylene on the Internet, it was the kind of conversations in which you say whatever pops into your head but usually forget what you had said a few hours later. I tried to remember some of what we had talked about, but the details eluded me. I couldn't help but smile, as even though I couldn't really remember what we had talked about exactly I had this feeling that it had been a fun time.
I padded over to the refrigerator, and noticed that without my shoes on, I made almost no noise as I walked across the kitchen floor. Opening the refrigerator, however, was a seemingly deafening noise in the quiet of the house. As I pulled my last beer out of the fridge I noticed that the bedroom door was partly open and that there was definitely not the sound of a shower coming from back there, though there was still this soft humming sound, that seemed so familiar but I just could not quite place. I popped the top off the beer and took my first sip of it as I wandered back to check on the boys outside again. They were still playing happily in the water; their shouts of joy and mass destruction seemed to echo around the neighborhood. The humming sound continued to wander around my head trying desperately to find something to connect itself to. There was a loud "Arhgh" as one of the guys plummeted to a seemingly gruesome death in the depths of the wading pool outside.
"Bullshit." I suddenly muttered to myself after taking another sip from my beer as the sound running through my head had finally found something to connect itself to. "Surely she wouldn't." I told myself with a grin as I left the door and started back towards the kitchen and bedroom. As I padded down the hall, the bedroom door getting closer with each step, the humming sound became such that it was absolutely undeniable. A few steps from the threshold to the bedroom, I leaned forward to see past the door. As I leaned forward her feet became visible beyond the edge of the door and then through the crack between the door and wall something else became visible.
I watched enraptured as the whiteness of the vibrator moved lightly within the delicate grip of her fingers. She was slowly rubbing it up and down over her clit, letting the tip hesitate from time to time in certain spots. As her one hand moved the vibrator, her other came up to press against her breast, she squeezed a nipple between her forefinger and thumb causing a long slow moan to escape from her throat. She moved the vibrator back down so that its whole length was humming against her pussy; her hand left her breast and came down to spread her pussy as she pressed the tip into her pussy slightly.
She experimented with the tip of the vibrator for a moment and then slowly began pressing it into her. I watched mesmerized until the whole vibrator was humming deep inside of her tight pussy. The only part of the vibrator was the black battery cover, which she was holding between her fingertips as she rotated the whole thing from side to side. She pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it into herself again slightly faster. She continued the pattern gradually fucking herself with the vibrator faster and faster.
"Oh yes, just like that." I could hear her whisper as her wrist moved the vibrator in and out. She began using her free hand to rub her clit and as she did her whole body quivered for a moment with a moan that was undoubtedly louder than she had intended. I reached down and rubbed the hardness of my cock through my pants as I watched her. She pressed the vibrator into herself again and held it still as her index finger circled quickly around her clit.
"I sure hope your planning on helping me." I heard her say and I shifted my gaze through the crack in the door to her face. I was not completely surprised to find that her eyes were open and she was looking right at me, though from what she had once told me I could not really believe that she could actually see me.
"I was wondering if you'd need any help." I told her as I stepped out from behind the door and was finally able to see all of her at one time. She still held the vibrator inside of her pussy; the finger still circled her clit.
"Well," she said as I knelt onto the bed and she released the vibrator from her fingers, "you know what to do." She finished with a broad smile across her full damp lips. I grabbed the end of the vibrator and began moving it in and out of her, twisting it slowly between my fingers as I did so.
"Something like that?" I asked her teasingly as the vibrator continued its movements.
"Oh, yes." She moaned deeply her hips beginning to move in a matching rhythm with the vibrator.
I leaned farther over and as the vibrator moved a let my tongue begin to lick her finger as she rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly with a deep intake of breath, her finger skipping a beat at first. The finger began to move to the side as my tongue replaced it. I pressed my tongue against her clit moving from side to side, the slightly roughing texture of my tongue rubbing against her.
"Or was it something like that?" I asked teasing even harder than I had before. I kept the vibrator still as it hummed deep inside of her. Her hips still moved, but she was not getting the stimulation that she had been. I let the tip of my tongue teasingly brush against her clit, the vibrator still being held still except for its constant vibrations.
"Oh baby, please" she pleaded with me, her voice carrying a heavy desperation within its musical depths, "anything baby, just please make me cum." She said though it was a pleading request more than a statement. I began moving the vibrator again and my tongue pressed against her clit continuing its rapid motion. Her whole body responded to the overdose of sensations and within less than a minute her back arched up. Her head began thrashing from side to side, her ragged moans coming with ever breath, her thighs quivering as she tried to lift her hips off of the bed's surface. Her orgasm continued and my motions continued, I could tell that the power of her orgasm had subsided but I did not stop the motion of either the vibrator or my tongue.
"Oh baby, please no." she pleaded with me wanting me to stop but I kept going smiling as I licked her clit, feeling the bed quivering with her body, "oh yes, please don't stop." She added to her pleads, her line of thinking completely changing as the next wave of her orgasm, or perhaps an entirely new orgasm for I could tell, began to wash over her body. She groaned loudly, her eyes clenched tightly shut. I began slowing the pace that I had set until I fully removed the vibrator and twisted it off rising back up to my knees as I dropped it to the floor beside the bed. She tried to sit up in front of me, but her eyes closed and she fell back down onto the bed. She had an odd smile on her face and seemed to want to say something but could not find the words. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead and a small trickle of sweat ran down the side of her face.
"Roll over, I wanna see your ass." I commanded her as I started unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes shot open for a moment then closed again as she breathlessly laughed.
"Don't know if I can." She said softly and then began trying to roll over. It was obvious that her legs were unsteady as her thighs shook slightly even once she had gotten all the way over onto her hands and knees. I kicked my pants off onto the floor and moved forward between her legs.
"You want all of my cock, Raylene?" I asked her as I let the head of it brush against the wetness of her pussy. Her legs quivered against mine as she felt the throbbing of my cock against her.
"Yes, please, give to me, baby." She said looking at me through the mirror at the head of the bed. I pushed forward and felt the delightful tightness of her pussy immediately surround my cock. I continued to push forward until her ass was tight against my stomach, my hands griping her waist firmly. She breathed deeply, almost sounding like a marathon runner with each exhalation of breath. Holding her waist I pulled her back some more and pushed forward harder getting the head of my cock just a little deep into her. As I did so, her arms collapsed and her face and upper body fell to the bed. Her legs would have given out on her as well if my hands were not actually supporting her weight. I slowly lowered her onto the surface of the bed, not letting my cock slip out of her any as I did so. My hands shifted when she was lying fully on the bed so that my hands were resting on the small of her back. I leaned forward putting some of my weight onto my hands and arms as I began to pull my cock out of her.
"Are you ready?" I asked her as my cock began slipping back into her.
"I don't know, I think so." She laughed knowing what I meant and while she wanted it not yet certain that she could handle it. I smiled to myself and quickly pushed my cock the rest of the way back into her, her ass slapped against me.
"Oh, baby, yes, give it to me." She said having obviously made up her mind, she turned her head to the side on the pillow and I could see that her eyes were closed. I increased my speed, always ending with a lout slap of her ass against my stomach, until I knew that I was getting close to cumming. I wanted to go ahead and finish, my balls aching for release, but wanted to make sure I had taken proper care of her first.
"Fuck me hard, baby, I'm cumming." She moaned over her shoulder at me and I noticed that her pussy had indeed gotten tighter around me. I groaned deeply as I neared the point of no return, holding it back as long as possible hoping that I would be able to last past her third orgasm.
"Fuck me." She demanded, her words coming in short gasps, the syllables being accented by each deep thrust of my cock. "Fuck me." She reiterated her body quivering harshly, the cheeks of her ass wiggling as her pussy spasmed around the hardness of my cock. I felt my cock swell and it launched its thick hot load deep into her as she was in the midst of her orgasm. The cum felt thick and hot erupting from my cock and I could feel my whole body clench, the motions of my hips becoming erratic as the orgasm drained from my balls. I leaned forward onto her back gasping for breath my cock still rhythmically pulsing within when we suddenly heard the front door open and Sergei came charging in with a cry of "Mommy."
"Hold on." She called breathlessly and we tried to extract ourselves from each other but found that we were mostly out of energy. We did manage to get under the sheets just as Sergei barged through our bedroom door with a final cry of "mommy."
A few days later, I finished a service call in Murphy earlier than I had expected and decided to stop by the house to pick up some water before heading back to work. I had been working at Dr. Kurti's office and as I opened the van door, Raylene's mom, Joyce came pulling up into the parking lot. I paused for a moment to say hello and other chit chat and found out that she had both of the boys with her. I had completely forgotten that I had agreed that her parents could pick the boys up in the afternoon and bring them back the next day. My mind immediately filled with what ifs and other scenarios as I became desperate to extricate myself from the conversation. Eventually I did so and began the drive home.
I pulled into our little driveway and closed the door to the van. As I walked up our porch steps I heard a voice coming from inside of our house. I frowned for a moment thinking it sounded familiar then realized that it was in fact my own voice. As I neared the screen door, I could see through the glass window in our front door. On out large TV Raylene was watching a home movie and I was shocked to watch myself press my cock into her pussy as she lie on her back on the bed. Raylene was standing in front of the TV; she had obviously just put the tape in and was trying to figure out where it was starting. She wore only a pair of blue lace panties and matching bra that I had recently bought for her. I stood amazed at how sexy she looked in her underwear, the material seeming to shine against her skin, her ass hidden within the panties. I could not see the front of her body but going by the angle of her arms, it looked as though her hands were down near the front of her panties. I stopped with my hand on the screen doorknob and let my hand drop back to my side wondering what exactly she was up to.
Raylene slowly lowered herself to the living room floor and as she lay down adjusted a couple of pillows for her head to rest on. Once she had gotten situated her hands went back down to her pussy and she began to rub it through the soft material of the panties. She stopped for a moment as she reached up over her head and grabbed her vibrator and a bottle of vanilla scented lotion. I watched as she squirted the lotion onto the white vibrator and then began rubbing her hand along it, making sure the lotion covered it. My cock jumped within my jeans as I could almost feel her hand rubbing my cock instead of the vibrator. She traced the tip of the vibrator down her body and let it rest against her pussy, the panties still in place. She released the vibrator and it hummed to itself as it rested against her and she reached back up over her head again. Her hands this time came down with a peeled cucumber and I knew that I was not going to be interrupting her.
She pushed the panties to the side and began to rub the vibrator against the outside of her pussy then against the clit as her other hand rubbed the cold cucumber over her nipples through the bra. The cucumber moved down her stomach and she spread her legs farther apart. As she rubbed the tip of the vibrator on her clit she began to insert the cucumber into her pussy. I was amazed at the amount of hand coordination that must have been required for what she was doing. Gradually the cucumber disappeared inside of her and she held it there for a moment as she watched the images on the TV screen.
I found it to be indescribably erotic watching her and knowing that she truly believed that I was not there and that I would not be there.
"Oh yes, Jere, fuck me." I heard her say through the door as she started moving the cucumber in and out of her. I glanced up at the screen and realized that she was matching the pace of what she was watching, hard and fast when the movie was, complete stop when the movie was, slow and tender as the movie did. I could barely hear her moans through the door, but was not overly concerned about it as my eyes devoured every thing that I was seeing, making a mental snapshot of something I would never actually have a picture of.
The image on the screen suddenly changed as I pulled my cock out of her and motioned for her to roll over; by this time the real Raylene had abandoned the cucumber and was using only the vibrator obviously pretending that it was my cock. The Raylene on TV rolled over onto her knees and then so to did the real Raylene. She turned so that she was facing the screen and as I reappeared on the movie, she reached under her between her legs with the vibrator. I watched as my cock began to slip into her and then shifted my gaze to see the vibrator doing the same thing. She pushed it as deep into her as my cock went which turned out to be all the way. She held still for a moment and then just as the movie began moving the vibrator in and out, expertly matching what was on the screen. My cock had gotten so hard that I was afraid my jeans would rip soon.
Raylene looked up at the screen then her head dropped towards the floor as her arm struggled to maintain its rhythm. I saw her lips mouth the words "I'm cumming" even though I could not actually hear them. I watched as her whole body shuddered for what seemed like an eternity then she slowly pulled the vibrator out of her and turned it off.
As quietly as I could I retreated back down the steps to the car and tried to decide what to do. Part of me wanted to go back to work, but I knew that if I did not say or do anything now that I would not be able to bring up the subject of what I had just seen again without hurting her feelings. I walked back up our walk and steps then opened the front door to our house.
The living room was empty, the TV was off and there was absolutely no evidence that what I had so recently seen actually occurred. I looked around frowning beginning to wonder if perhaps I had just fantasized the whole event before I heard the shower running in our bedroom. I walked back toward our bedroom and found the underwear in our dirty clothes hamper, a cucumber in the trash can, her vibrator and lotion lying on the bed were they had been tossed as she walked by.
As quickly as I could I removed my clothes and lay down on the bed. My cock was still throbbing rock hard from her performance and I began to slowly stroke it as I heard her moaning in the shower. It was not a sexual moan, though it was close, it was the moan that she did as she washed her hair and I knew where I would not be cumming. I smiled at the thought then shrugged it away. The shower turned off and I heard the water dripping from the faucet as the shower curtain slide open along its holder. Raylene stepped out of the shower but did not see me at first as she bent over to wrap a towel around her wet hair and head. She turned around and saw me naked on the bed slowly stroking the full length of my cock.
"Your home early." Was all that she said, though her smile spoke several more chapters.
"Seen any good movies lately?" I asked her with a smile that she could read like an open book. She blushed at first, not that she was embarrassed, but it was a standard human reaction when you are caught doing something that you do not believe anybody knew about.
"As a matter of fact, yeah I saw a pretty good one a little while ago." She admitted with a broad smile and stepped into the bedroom, "I think it needs a new scene in it though." She added and lowered herself onto the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees until her face was right next to my cock, her eyes watched my hand stroke it.
"Well, Raylene," I began with a broad smile of my own, "Its show time."
I walked slowly into the store, not in any major rush, just enjoying the late afternoon and trying to switch mental gears from work mode to home mode. After paying for the gas I climbed back into the van and started it up. The CD that was in the player started after a few seconds and I hit the eject button, not really wanting to listen to it anymore. I drove the short distance to our house and found the two boys playing in the pool. The water was so full that it practically overflowed, but they were busy sliding their guys down the slide and shooting holes in various boats. I walked by them and they both said hello to me then in a rush of broken child English explained about the war they were currently engaged in. I had to sit on the steps by the pool to try to follow their narrative. Eventually I was caught up with the story thus far, apparently they were both the good guys and some bad guys had attacked them and they had to sink all of the bad guys' boats. As I sat there watching them, I realized why the pool was so close to overflowing, the water was still on.
I rose and walked to the faucet. As I turned the hose off I could hear the flow of water slowing down until it completely stopped. I told them that I was going inside for a minute, a statement that took a few tries before they both heard and understood it. Walking into the house it was eerily quiet. The air was much cooler inside than outside as the air conditioner was running in the steady fashion that it always did. I cocked my head to the side, trying to hear Raylene's voice; I guessed that she might have been on the phone. But her voice was nowhere to be heard. Oh well, I thought to myself not being overly concerned about anything, she's around somewhere I'm sure.
I slipped my tennis shoes off of my feet and placed them beside the rocking chair. As I walked over towards the refrigerator I stepped gingerly past the cat's food dishes, as I hated to get my socks wet and the water dish was usually spilled. Once in the kitchen I could hear a slight humming sound over the noise of the air conditioner. Ah, I thought, must be in the shower. Even as I thought it, I was pretty certain that it did not actually sound like the shower, but my mind had not yet fully shifted gears so I was still somewhat distracted. I had spent most of the day talking to Raylene on the Internet, it was the kind of conversations in which you say whatever pops into your head but usually forget what you had said a few hours later. I tried to remember some of what we had talked about, but the details eluded me. I couldn't help but smile, as even though I couldn't really remember what we had talked about exactly I had this feeling that it had been a fun time.
I padded over to the refrigerator, and noticed that without my shoes on, I made almost no noise as I walked across the kitchen floor. Opening the refrigerator, however, was a seemingly deafening noise in the quiet of the house. As I pulled my last beer out of the fridge I noticed that the bedroom door was partly open and that there was definitely not the sound of a shower coming from back there, though there was still this soft humming sound, that seemed so familiar but I just could not quite place. I popped the top off the beer and took my first sip of it as I wandered back to check on the boys outside again. They were still playing happily in the water; their shouts of joy and mass destruction seemed to echo around the neighborhood. The humming sound continued to wander around my head trying desperately to find something to connect itself to. There was a loud "Arhgh" as one of the guys plummeted to a seemingly gruesome death in the depths of the wading pool outside.
"Bullshit." I suddenly muttered to myself after taking another sip from my beer as the sound running through my head had finally found something to connect itself to. "Surely she wouldn't." I told myself with a grin as I left the door and started back towards the kitchen and bedroom. As I padded down the hall, the bedroom door getting closer with each step, the humming sound became such that it was absolutely undeniable. A few steps from the threshold to the bedroom, I leaned forward to see past the door. As I leaned forward her feet became visible beyond the edge of the door and then through the crack between the door and wall something else became visible.
I watched enraptured as the whiteness of the vibrator moved lightly within the delicate grip of her fingers. She was slowly rubbing it up and down over her clit, letting the tip hesitate from time to time in certain spots. As her one hand moved the vibrator, her other came up to press against her breast, she squeezed a nipple between her forefinger and thumb causing a long slow moan to escape from her throat. She moved the vibrator back down so that its whole length was humming against her pussy; her hand left her breast and came down to spread her pussy as she pressed the tip into her pussy slightly.
She experimented with the tip of the vibrator for a moment and then slowly began pressing it into her. I watched mesmerized until the whole vibrator was humming deep inside of her tight pussy. The only part of the vibrator was the black battery cover, which she was holding between her fingertips as she rotated the whole thing from side to side. She pulled the vibrator out and then pushed it into herself again slightly faster. She continued the pattern gradually fucking herself with the vibrator faster and faster.
"Oh yes, just like that." I could hear her whisper as her wrist moved the vibrator in and out. She began using her free hand to rub her clit and as she did her whole body quivered for a moment with a moan that was undoubtedly louder than she had intended. I reached down and rubbed the hardness of my cock through my pants as I watched her. She pressed the vibrator into herself again and held it still as her index finger circled quickly around her clit.
"I sure hope your planning on helping me." I heard her say and I shifted my gaze through the crack in the door to her face. I was not completely surprised to find that her eyes were open and she was looking right at me, though from what she had once told me I could not really believe that she could actually see me.
"I was wondering if you'd need any help." I told her as I stepped out from behind the door and was finally able to see all of her at one time. She still held the vibrator inside of her pussy; the finger still circled her clit.
"Well," she said as I knelt onto the bed and she released the vibrator from her fingers, "you know what to do." She finished with a broad smile across her full damp lips. I grabbed the end of the vibrator and began moving it in and out of her, twisting it slowly between my fingers as I did so.
"Something like that?" I asked her teasingly as the vibrator continued its movements.
"Oh, yes." She moaned deeply her hips beginning to move in a matching rhythm with the vibrator.
I leaned farther over and as the vibrator moved a let my tongue begin to lick her finger as she rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly with a deep intake of breath, her finger skipping a beat at first. The finger began to move to the side as my tongue replaced it. I pressed my tongue against her clit moving from side to side, the slightly roughing texture of my tongue rubbing against her.
"Or was it something like that?" I asked teasing even harder than I had before. I kept the vibrator still as it hummed deep inside of her. Her hips still moved, but she was not getting the stimulation that she had been. I let the tip of my tongue teasingly brush against her clit, the vibrator still being held still except for its constant vibrations.
"Oh baby, please" she pleaded with me, her voice carrying a heavy desperation within its musical depths, "anything baby, just please make me cum." She said though it was a pleading request more than a statement. I began moving the vibrator again and my tongue pressed against her clit continuing its rapid motion. Her whole body responded to the overdose of sensations and within less than a minute her back arched up. Her head began thrashing from side to side, her ragged moans coming with ever breath, her thighs quivering as she tried to lift her hips off of the bed's surface. Her orgasm continued and my motions continued, I could tell that the power of her orgasm had subsided but I did not stop the motion of either the vibrator or my tongue.
"Oh baby, please no." she pleaded with me wanting me to stop but I kept going smiling as I licked her clit, feeling the bed quivering with her body, "oh yes, please don't stop." She added to her pleads, her line of thinking completely changing as the next wave of her orgasm, or perhaps an entirely new orgasm for I could tell, began to wash over her body. She groaned loudly, her eyes clenched tightly shut. I began slowing the pace that I had set until I fully removed the vibrator and twisted it off rising back up to my knees as I dropped it to the floor beside the bed. She tried to sit up in front of me, but her eyes closed and she fell back down onto the bed. She had an odd smile on her face and seemed to want to say something but could not find the words. Her bangs were sticking to her forehead and a small trickle of sweat ran down the side of her face.
"Roll over, I wanna see your ass." I commanded her as I started unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes shot open for a moment then closed again as she breathlessly laughed.
"Don't know if I can." She said softly and then began trying to roll over. It was obvious that her legs were unsteady as her thighs shook slightly even once she had gotten all the way over onto her hands and knees. I kicked my pants off onto the floor and moved forward between her legs.
"You want all of my cock, Raylene?" I asked her as I let the head of it brush against the wetness of her pussy. Her legs quivered against mine as she felt the throbbing of my cock against her.
"Yes, please, give to me, baby." She said looking at me through the mirror at the head of the bed. I pushed forward and felt the delightful tightness of her pussy immediately surround my cock. I continued to push forward until her ass was tight against my stomach, my hands griping her waist firmly. She breathed deeply, almost sounding like a marathon runner with each exhalation of breath. Holding her waist I pulled her back some more and pushed forward harder getting the head of my cock just a little deep into her. As I did so, her arms collapsed and her face and upper body fell to the bed. Her legs would have given out on her as well if my hands were not actually supporting her weight. I slowly lowered her onto the surface of the bed, not letting my cock slip out of her any as I did so. My hands shifted when she was lying fully on the bed so that my hands were resting on the small of her back. I leaned forward putting some of my weight onto my hands and arms as I began to pull my cock out of her.
"Are you ready?" I asked her as my cock began slipping back into her.
"I don't know, I think so." She laughed knowing what I meant and while she wanted it not yet certain that she could handle it. I smiled to myself and quickly pushed my cock the rest of the way back into her, her ass slapped against me.
"Oh, baby, yes, give it to me." She said having obviously made up her mind, she turned her head to the side on the pillow and I could see that her eyes were closed. I increased my speed, always ending with a lout slap of her ass against my stomach, until I knew that I was getting close to cumming. I wanted to go ahead and finish, my balls aching for release, but wanted to make sure I had taken proper care of her first.
"Fuck me hard, baby, I'm cumming." She moaned over her shoulder at me and I noticed that her pussy had indeed gotten tighter around me. I groaned deeply as I neared the point of no return, holding it back as long as possible hoping that I would be able to last past her third orgasm.
"Fuck me." She demanded, her words coming in short gasps, the syllables being accented by each deep thrust of my cock. "Fuck me." She reiterated her body quivering harshly, the cheeks of her ass wiggling as her pussy spasmed around the hardness of my cock. I felt my cock swell and it launched its thick hot load deep into her as she was in the midst of her orgasm. The cum felt thick and hot erupting from my cock and I could feel my whole body clench, the motions of my hips becoming erratic as the orgasm drained from my balls. I leaned forward onto her back gasping for breath my cock still rhythmically pulsing within when we suddenly heard the front door open and Sergei came charging in with a cry of "Mommy."
"Hold on." She called breathlessly and we tried to extract ourselves from each other but found that we were mostly out of energy. We did manage to get under the sheets just as Sergei barged through our bedroom door with a final cry of "mommy."
A few days later, I finished a service call in Murphy earlier than I had expected and decided to stop by the house to pick up some water before heading back to work. I had been working at Dr. Kurti's office and as I opened the van door, Raylene's mom, Joyce came pulling up into the parking lot. I paused for a moment to say hello and other chit chat and found out that she had both of the boys with her. I had completely forgotten that I had agreed that her parents could pick the boys up in the afternoon and bring them back the next day. My mind immediately filled with what ifs and other scenarios as I became desperate to extricate myself from the conversation. Eventually I did so and began the drive home.
I pulled into our little driveway and closed the door to the van. As I walked up our porch steps I heard a voice coming from inside of our house. I frowned for a moment thinking it sounded familiar then realized that it was in fact my own voice. As I neared the screen door, I could see through the glass window in our front door. On out large TV Raylene was watching a home movie and I was shocked to watch myself press my cock into her pussy as she lie on her back on the bed. Raylene was standing in front of the TV; she had obviously just put the tape in and was trying to figure out where it was starting. She wore only a pair of blue lace panties and matching bra that I had recently bought for her. I stood amazed at how sexy she looked in her underwear, the material seeming to shine against her skin, her ass hidden within the panties. I could not see the front of her body but going by the angle of her arms, it looked as though her hands were down near the front of her panties. I stopped with my hand on the screen doorknob and let my hand drop back to my side wondering what exactly she was up to.
Raylene slowly lowered herself to the living room floor and as she lay down adjusted a couple of pillows for her head to rest on. Once she had gotten situated her hands went back down to her pussy and she began to rub it through the soft material of the panties. She stopped for a moment as she reached up over her head and grabbed her vibrator and a bottle of vanilla scented lotion. I watched as she squirted the lotion onto the white vibrator and then began rubbing her hand along it, making sure the lotion covered it. My cock jumped within my jeans as I could almost feel her hand rubbing my cock instead of the vibrator. She traced the tip of the vibrator down her body and let it rest against her pussy, the panties still in place. She released the vibrator and it hummed to itself as it rested against her and she reached back up over her head again. Her hands this time came down with a peeled cucumber and I knew that I was not going to be interrupting her.
She pushed the panties to the side and began to rub the vibrator against the outside of her pussy then against the clit as her other hand rubbed the cold cucumber over her nipples through the bra. The cucumber moved down her stomach and she spread her legs farther apart. As she rubbed the tip of the vibrator on her clit she began to insert the cucumber into her pussy. I was amazed at the amount of hand coordination that must have been required for what she was doing. Gradually the cucumber disappeared inside of her and she held it there for a moment as she watched the images on the TV screen.
I found it to be indescribably erotic watching her and knowing that she truly believed that I was not there and that I would not be there.
"Oh yes, Jere, fuck me." I heard her say through the door as she started moving the cucumber in and out of her. I glanced up at the screen and realized that she was matching the pace of what she was watching, hard and fast when the movie was, complete stop when the movie was, slow and tender as the movie did. I could barely hear her moans through the door, but was not overly concerned about it as my eyes devoured every thing that I was seeing, making a mental snapshot of something I would never actually have a picture of.
The image on the screen suddenly changed as I pulled my cock out of her and motioned for her to roll over; by this time the real Raylene had abandoned the cucumber and was using only the vibrator obviously pretending that it was my cock. The Raylene on TV rolled over onto her knees and then so to did the real Raylene. She turned so that she was facing the screen and as I reappeared on the movie, she reached under her between her legs with the vibrator. I watched as my cock began to slip into her and then shifted my gaze to see the vibrator doing the same thing. She pushed it as deep into her as my cock went which turned out to be all the way. She held still for a moment and then just as the movie began moving the vibrator in and out, expertly matching what was on the screen. My cock had gotten so hard that I was afraid my jeans would rip soon.
Raylene looked up at the screen then her head dropped towards the floor as her arm struggled to maintain its rhythm. I saw her lips mouth the words "I'm cumming" even though I could not actually hear them. I watched as her whole body shuddered for what seemed like an eternity then she slowly pulled the vibrator out of her and turned it off.
As quietly as I could I retreated back down the steps to the car and tried to decide what to do. Part of me wanted to go back to work, but I knew that if I did not say or do anything now that I would not be able to bring up the subject of what I had just seen again without hurting her feelings. I walked back up our walk and steps then opened the front door to our house.
The living room was empty, the TV was off and there was absolutely no evidence that what I had so recently seen actually occurred. I looked around frowning beginning to wonder if perhaps I had just fantasized the whole event before I heard the shower running in our bedroom. I walked back toward our bedroom and found the underwear in our dirty clothes hamper, a cucumber in the trash can, her vibrator and lotion lying on the bed were they had been tossed as she walked by.
As quickly as I could I removed my clothes and lay down on the bed. My cock was still throbbing rock hard from her performance and I began to slowly stroke it as I heard her moaning in the shower. It was not a sexual moan, though it was close, it was the moan that she did as she washed her hair and I knew where I would not be cumming. I smiled at the thought then shrugged it away. The shower turned off and I heard the water dripping from the faucet as the shower curtain slide open along its holder. Raylene stepped out of the shower but did not see me at first as she bent over to wrap a towel around her wet hair and head. She turned around and saw me naked on the bed slowly stroking the full length of my cock.
"Your home early." Was all that she said, though her smile spoke several more chapters.
"Seen any good movies lately?" I asked her with a smile that she could read like an open book. She blushed at first, not that she was embarrassed, but it was a standard human reaction when you are caught doing something that you do not believe anybody knew about.
"As a matter of fact, yeah I saw a pretty good one a little while ago." She admitted with a broad smile and stepped into the bedroom, "I think it needs a new scene in it though." She added and lowered herself onto the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees until her face was right next to my cock, her eyes watched my hand stroke it.
"Well, Raylene," I began with a broad smile of my own, "Its show time."