A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... spanking them lightly just like the men on screen had done Faux Mary's.

It poured gasoline onto a dying flame, and it burst back into life. Mary arched her back again, screamed "STAY HARDDD!!!" and thrust herself down on me repeatedly. I was spent, but remained mostly hard, something I did not ordinarily do. In no time the combination of my abuse of her shapely tits and my tumescent rod sent Mary shivering and shaking through another quieter orgasm that so destabilized her that she nearly ended up in the floor.

We kissed, caught our breath, cleaned up, and exited room 8 of the Arcade to the surprising sound of polite golf applause from a small crowd that had gathered nearby. They had clearly been hovering just outside our cubicle to hear the action. Mary turned beet red, yanked my hand, and made a beeline for the door.

But Mary's pretext for watching the porn was now blown away by her reaction to it. Mary hadn't given one good shit whether I'd fantasized about watching her taking on three studs because I was watching a movie of a woman who looked like her do it.She was fantasizing about taking on three studs by watching her doppelgänger do the same and she was the one who had, in the height of her ecstasy, blurted out what she wanted.

Whether it would go further than mere fantasy role play, time would tell.

Part Two: Pool Games

(Mary's Story)

I had a lot to process, which was fine. Mark said processing was what I was best at, and maybe he was right. ...

... Well, okay, I defy anyone to tell me that a week like the one I've had wouldn't set you to thinking. And my first thought after this afternoon wasmy God, what am I doing?

Megan had been buzzing me non-stop since I landed begging for updates but being in the here and now with Mark had ended my desire to share with her. This was our time, our business, and our decisions, whatever we decided to do with it, and I wanted to keep them to ourselves.

She was hurt, of course, when I told her to quit prying. She wasn't truly hurt, of course. She was just pissed at being cut out of a free "humans I know are doing porn" dialogue and feigned hurt. I knew her too well for the fake to be effective. She would recover just fine.

We returned to the hotel and cleaned up. Even after having sex in the Arcade, we were still on edge in the shower, touching and soaping one another in key parts, working ourselves back up, though nothing more came of it. Mark made dinner reservations and signed us up for one of the comedy revues.

I spent quite a lot of time in the shower alone, pushing Mark out the door when he got too frisky. The hot water felt comforting and cleansing. At first, it felt like sin I was washing away, both from yesterday and today, and my mind ran down the pathway of guilt, reasoning that it wouldn't wash off with water. Then it hit me:You're thinking like your mother taught you to think, the way her mother taught her to think.

Was it really a sin when I wasn't being ...