QUICKIES

My girlfriend Shelly had a touch more to drink than I did, and believe me, neither of us were feeling any pain. She was all over me on the drive home, kissing my neck and rubbing on my cock, she even flashed her boobs at me. Luckily, we got home in one piece without being pulled over by the police. By the time we arrived at the house, I had a raging hardon.

Shelly did a striptease from the car to the backdoor, first losing her dress, and then her panties. She was totally naked by the time I got the door unlocked.

She dragged me upstairs and flopped on the bed, spread her legs and said, “C’mon lover boy, want some of this?” I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.

It was obvious there wasn’t going to be any foreplay tonight. Shelly was humping the air and fingering herself, waiting for me to climb on top of her. As she rolled her hips and wrapped her legs around my back, her pussy quickly swallowed my stiff cock.

All I needed to do was hold myself perfectly rigid while Shelly gyrated under me. I can always tell when she has an orgasm, she makes these funny noises accompanied by a little shudder. It’s kind of cute to watch. She had enjoyed several in a row when she whispered in my ear, “I want you…in my mouth…NOW!”

She pushed me off, climbed on top, and sucked my cock, which was still covered with her love juices, into her mouth. I was still trying to figure out who I was in bed with, because my wife was never this adventurous…not complaining.

Shelly straddled my face. Her pussy was oozing, and it was heading right towards me. I pulled her hips closer, caught the drip, and planted my tongue on her clitoris. I flicked my tongue across it and tried to match the rhythm of her head bobs on my dick.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her sopping wet pussy. My balls were on fire and I was about to give her a mouthful. I tapped her to let her know but she didn’t let up. Shelly took my cock deep into her throat, and fondled my balls. When she squeezed them, I lost it. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t gagging, because my cock was still in her mouth, and I spewed…a lot.

Shelly lifted off me, spun around, and with a smile on her face, leaned in and kissed me. As her tongue made its way past my lips, it was followed by the mouthful of spunk she hadn’t spit out yet. I was forced to make a decision, do I swallow, or am I a spitter? Only Shelly knows.