I was on my hands and knees enjoying the deep strokes of that thick shaft. Then I felt the familiar swelling that signaled an impending release. Oh goody! That was my favorite part of fucking; getting my insides coated with that hot stuff and visualizing those millions of the wigglers exploring my deepest recesses.

Suddenly he stopped and asked, “Should I pull out?”

“No, dammit!”

He started moving again but asked, “What if you get pregnant?”

I growled, “If I do you’ll be third in line today! Now shut up and finish this fuck!”

Only a couple more strokes and I got those welcome hot spurts which almost always triggered my own orgasm. He held my hips as his strokes slowed and my shaking calmed. Expertly he rolled us on our sides without disengaging.

“Well done,” I complimented. “Feels like you’re not shrinking either. That’s good.”

From behind me he asked, “I’d like an explanation of that ‘third’ thing, if you don’t mind.”

I reached down to cup his balls and said “I don’t mind at all and just remember you asked me. Yesterday afternoon I had a date with a longtime boyfriend and we went out in the woods and screwed twice on a blanket then he brought me back here. The last time he shot in me was just after midnight. That’s how I like to go to sleep. The next morning my brother came over because we were going someplace. He has a key and came in and there I was naked and sprawled out on the bed so he just helped himself like he knows he’s welcome to. It’s a great way to wake up. And then we had a quickie when he dropped me off. I’ve been with you since lunch and you just made me feel real good. Is that enough explanation?”