I realised I was still hard after watching their sordid show, but wondered if there would be more. More so, I was surprised they hadn’t noticed me spying at the window.
Karen lay next to Paul, gently running her finger from his chest down to his stomach. She was circling his soft cock that lay asleep. “Do you want to fuck me still,” she whispered.
“I do, yes. If your sure you want to.”
“Paul you have already cum in my mouth, which by the way tasted great. Do you think it really matters now how far we go?”
With that, Karen got up and disappeared out of the bedroom. I could hear her say she was going to get something for him. Ten minutes later she returned, now dressed in her schoolgirl outfit. High heel shoes, knee high socks, tiny skirt and white blouse tied around her waist. She had changed her underwear too, as the see through blouse showed her black sparkly bra.
Paul’s mouth was wide open and so was mine. As she walked round the bed, her skirt was so short we could both see her bare bum cheeks and little black lace thong. She had gone out in this outfit before and loved the attention it brought.
Karen beckoned Paul to her, and then walked behind him. She started to kiss his neck and around his ear, while reaching round his waist and taking his ever growing cock in her hand.
It became too much for Paul. He spun around and pushed Karen up against the wall. He took both her small hands in one of his and pinned them above her head.
Slowly he began to untie her blouse and pulled it open. Next he unclipped her bra at the back and let her hands drop so he could slip it off. Pinning her hands back again, he lowered his head to her tits. First started to kiss them all over before moving to her sexy hard nipples. He took each one in his mouth, sucking and then gently biting on them. Paul’s hand was now working at her skirt buttons as he sucked on her pert tits. Soon enough the skirt dropped to the floor. She looked so sexy pinned to the wall almost naked.
Paul was now rock hard again and ready to take her how he wanted. Pulling away from the wall, he pushed her so she was bent over the bed, spread her legs, then put one hand on her back so she couldn’t get up. His other hand ripped her thong off, literally snapping the material against her skin. Karen gave a groan; I wasn’t sure whether that was because of the rip, if it turned her on, or the fact her pussy was now aired and free to be penetrated.
“Come on fuck me, you know you always wanted to. Stick your cock in my pussy, it’s wet and waiting for you,” Karen told him.
With that Paul took hold of her arse and slipped his cock between her cheeks. They were side on so I couldn’t see but knew his long shaft was now driving deep into her wet hole. Karen spread her legs a little wider and Paul began to hammer away into her.
I was so aroused to watch him pound into her from behind, seeing her tits swing with every thrust, and the noise of him slamming into her bum cheeks. His eyes were closed as he impaled himself into her, and Karen was groaning with every thud of his long rod into her soaking pussy.
Paul pulled out and Karen stared back at him. A look that said, “what the fuck are you doing.” He told her to get on the bed. She obeyed.
“Spread your legs. I want to see you play with yourself,” Paul said.
Karen lay down, spread her legs, and slid a finger between her swollen lips. A second followed as she began to enjoy herself some more. Paul and I were both watching transfixed as she expertly began to get herself off.
“Now what do you want?” Paul taunted her.
“Fuck me, please fuck me. I want you inside me again, I want to feel your dick pound into my pussy. Fill me with it. Then I want you to fill me with your cum again. Fuck me like a slut,” Karen begged.
Paul positioned himself between her legs and entered her again. He was lifting her off the bed as he again started to slam away. I could see his long cock now working her pussy, which was dripping. Her juices ran over her pussy lips and his cock. Karen had probably cum at least once already I reckoned, her eyes permanently closed with pleasure as she was getting a good seeing to.
“I want to ride you then have you fuck me from behind again,” Karen told him.
Paul lay down and Karen held his cock as she got into position to sit on it. I was shocked again at how long he actually was. Karen placed his cock inside her and began to bounce up and down on him. Her tits bounced around until Paul took them in his hands, massaging them while she rode him. I had a perfect view of her pussy lips running up and down his shaft as she ground down onto him. Her eager snatch took every inch of him in.
She always got tired fucking this way quite quickly, and Paul seemed to realise this and pushed her off. He turned her onto her front, and pulled her by the hips towards his raging cock. Slipping quickly back inside her, Paul started to fuck her aggressively. He was pounding her deep, slapping into her arse with every stroke, and cupping her tits at the same time. Karen put her hand under her body, reaching down to his cock and balls. She began to massage his balls as he ploughed her. I knew this meant she wanted him to cum. I was right.
“Cum, cum for me.” Karen screamed.
Paul was going like a train, face all red with tension like he was about to explode. Groaning louder and more frequently. He must have been like rock and with Karen tweaking his balls I think we all knew he was close. Paul’s legs began to tremble and he gave one giant thrust into her backside. Karen groaned, and Paul was emptying his second load into her, this time deep into her pussy. He thrusted a couple more times to completely finish giving her all his cream.
Both of them collapsed on the bed, worn out. Karen asked after a few minutes if he was going to wait around for me to get home. Paul decided after today it probably wasn’t the best idea. He got dressed. Karen put her skirt and blouse on and went to see him off.
I waited for Paul to leave and then gave it five minutes before I went indoors. Karen was obviously surprised and shocked to see me, probably so soon after what she had been up to. She then realised what she was wearing. She told me she was getting a surprise ready for me for when I got home, and that I should wait in the living room for her. Obviously to clean up the bedroom, I suspected.
She came in and dropped to her knees, undoing my trousers. Quickly she had my cock out. I was still hard and quite wet from watching them. Karen was a little taken back at what she saw.
“Babe you’re rock hard and very wet, how come?” she asked.
“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, sexy things and kind of got myself excited,” I said.
Karen seemed a little confused, but she didn’t say anything else. In seconds she was running her tongue over my wet head. I closed my eyes as she began to take me deep into her mouth. I was picturing her sucking Paul’s cock while she had mine in her greedy mouth. Very soon I was ready to explode. After so much build up I was shooting load after load down her throat. Again, like before, Karen took every last drop I gave her. She got up, gave a cheeky wink and sat down, exhausted.