Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky! - Sex Stories

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!

... eases me slowly back to the ground, his penis still deep inside me.

Richard finally withdraws slowly and lays me on the plush rug. I feel of rush of his sperm begin to flow down my vaginal canal, and my fingers instinctively go to my pussy lips, as I lie on my back, legs spread. I feel so used. Bernie lifts himself off the chair and a tired Richard replaces him in the lounger, his shiny member slowly deflating. Bernie’s cock is anything but deflated, though. It is bowed, red and pulsating, and he gets down on his knees in front of me.

“Not too tired for one last fuck, Mrs. Salinsky?” he asks, his eyes burning with desire.

“Iam tired, Bernie, but I definitely want to fuck you anyway. I am more than a little wet though, I’ll have you know,” I warn, as I lift my soaked fingers away from my pussy. I put my cum-covered fingers to my mouth seductively and suck them, my sultry eyes on his, as he slides his enormous cock deep into me in one long thrust.

There is no gentle warm-up with Bernie. His ass immediately pistons up and down in a flurry. He fucks me like a crazed animal, his sinewy muscles straining with each quick thrust. I don’t have time to cum before he unloads explosively deep into me, and I feel the weight of his chest collapse on me as he finishes. He is still pumping gently as the pulsations in his cock start to ebb and his cock starts to soften. Richard has left his seat and is now stroking my hair when Bernie’s softened cock finally slips out of my ...

... drenched pussy.

“You were fantastic, Mrs. Salinsky! I’ve never had sex like that before!” Richard whispers.

“You two were damned good for a couple of young guys too, I’ll have to say,” I utter hoarsely, Bernie’s dead weight constricting my voice a little. I finally ease Bernie off of me and sit up on my side. I can feel the warm cum oozing out of me and onto the carpet, but I take no mind. “Remember that this is our little secret, right, boys?”

“For sure!” Bernie replies, finally showing signs of life, “Sorry I was so quick. I was just too horny, I guess.”

“No worries at all. Your two made me cum over and over. What more could a woman want?”

“I guess we had better get back to the party, huh?” Richard suggests.

“Yes. I just need to clean up a bit before I head back upstairs. Thank you for adjusting the T.V…. and for the extra services,” I wink at them.

“Any time, Mrs. Salinsky. If you need anything moved, installed, adjusted, just call, “ Bernie offers coyly, as he reaches for his trousers.

“Yes, any time at all, Mrs. S.,” Richard chimes in.

Both boys dress and pad back upstairs. I escape to the downstairs washroom with my gown in hand, and manage a quick sponge bath. Before squatting in the bathtub to clean up, I examine myself carefully in the mirror. I hold a tissue to my pussy with my left hand, holding the fluids from splashing onto the floor. I look at my flushed countenance, tussled hair, and with my right hand, I finger the partially dried cum on ...