He took his time, allowing her to get accustomed to his size, as he pumped in and out, until his cock was buried as far as she could take him. His tem...o increased, until he was slamming his cock home, shaking the bed in the room before blowing his cum deep in her pussy.They cuddled for a while relaxing in the afterglow, before Jim got her to turn onto her stomach and began to massage her back, while he straddled her legs. He started at her shoulders, moving down to the small of her back, his. ” The first few Saturdays I went over to spend the afternoon with Frank, in his double-wide on the west side of town, the only fem thing I wore was a discreet pair of dark women’s panties. The kind that, from even a short distance, could have been mistaken for a men’s Calvin Klein bikini brief. No lace, in other words. Nothing pastel or flower-patterned or too obviously girly.Upon my arrival, and very much still fully dressed, Frank and I would sit out on the minimal little wooden deck behind. “So what’s up with you, Abbie, and Becka?” Elyse asked.“Not a damned thing!” I said. “Well, that’s not true. Abbie decided to be a troublemaker.”“I saw that dance. It was HOT. But I can’t imagine that little goody-two-shoes doing that.”“Well, apparently Abbie can. I told her to back off.”Elyse laughed, “As if THAT is going to stop it.”I sighed, “Forget it. It’s not happening.”“Famous last words, Steve. But forget that! Something needs to happen here!”I pulled her on top of me and we once again. I wanted to feel her pussy sliding up and down my dick, riding me. I shuddered, her pussy clenching and relaxing about my dick. She was so hot and tight. And felt different from Mrs. Teller. She was tighter in different places.My head leaned back, Mrs. Teller teasing me, her hand playing with my nipple while she licked my ear. I turned my head, kissing her, my pussy clenching. The pressure built in my depths. Just being buried in my friend’s cunt swelled my orgasm.“Oh, god, how much longer.