Chapter 51: Complex Geometry

After a little while, Jared asked his girlfriend for a pause.

“Sweetie, just hold still for a minute. I’m having a problem; no, not that. I’m still hard. Listen, one thing I always do is clench my teeth when I’m about to come. Can we just go slow and gentle? I’ll be your little pony, not a raging stallion, OK?”

“You got it, Zen or tantric or whatever sex for my pony boy.”

This gave Sandra an idea, but she tabled it for the moment. She was in an upholstered chair where she could watch the action with her legs spread. Clarissa changed to a gently rocking rhythm with her pussy pushed down firmly so her clit was getting rubbed.

“I never imagined that being hurt would turn you into such an amazing lover. I’ve had several comes, are you ready to try?”

“Sandra, do you have something I can bite on with the other side of my mouth?”

“I do, but you might not like it.”

“I don’t care! I want to come!”

Out of his line of sight, Sandra brought in a realistic nylon dildo.

“Just close your eyes, I’ll put this in your mouth for you to bite on. Yeah, that’s it. Now you can finish.”

That was when Lorelei returned and stopped in her tracks. Quickly, Sandra shushed her, and then they were both watching Clarissa’s perfect ass bouncing on Jared’s cock. Lorelei was astonished to see the back end of a dildo hanging out of Jared’s mouth. Under the circumstances, Lorelei almost unconsciously tugged down her pants and panties and started jilling.

Jared tensed up, groaned, and began flooding Clarissa’s vagina with heavy spurts of cream. Built up after being interrupted the previous evening and by the extended humping of this morning, the results were impressive.

Lorelei noticed the dildo was about to fall from Jared’s lips.

“Keep your eyes closed, sweetie.”

She took the end from him, squatted down a little, and inserted the wet dildo without hesitation. Clarissa was deep in her sex fog, but she noticed.

Sandra retrieved the prescription from her wife’s bag and asked her to bring a glass of water.

“C’mon, stud. Let’s get you to bed.”

Sandra held his arm firmly and guided him to his bedroom, gave him a tablet of hydrocodone, and put him under the covers. He dropped off very quickly. This was unsurprising because his facial injuries had kept him from sleeping well.

When Sandra returned to the living room, Lorelei had finished undressing.

“Clarissa, hon, you’re dripping on our leather chair. Come to bed with us.”

“Oh, sorry. Just a sec.”

She turned around, bent down to face the cushion, and began licking up the little puddle. Sandra shrugged her shoulders and got down on her hands and knees to stop the leaking at its source.

That was too much for Lorelei. She sagged against the nearby door frame and climaxed, squeezing the plastic penis tightly with her pelvic muscles while her eyes locked on Sandra’s wonderfully bodacious ass.