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“Shhh…” I shushed Carol. “Let me do this. I’ll stop if you tell me.” I pushed my finger in farther, knuckle deep. Carol didn’t say anything else. She even moved her hips a bit, gently fucking my finger with her asshole. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I withdrew my index finger and started to push two fingers into her relaxed opening. Two fingers of my other hand were still inside her pussy. I could see Carol with her eyes closed, her cheek against the cold granite, concentrating on the feeling.

She squeezed the base of his cock even harder and redoubled her efforts, until a second later she felt his pulse raise to a crescendo, his cock pulsating in her hand. For a moment she thought nothing was else would happen, until the next pulse brought a hot shot of cum into the back of her throat. She pulled back a bit, until only the head of his cock was still in the vacuum seal of her lips. It spasmed again and even more hot sperm fired into her mouth, this time basting her tongue and her cheek. It jerked another time and then another and even more filled her mouth. It pulsated again a few more time, but with her tongue she could feel only a bit more dribble out the end of his cock.

I don’t remember a lot about the next couple of days. I couldn’t shake the image of Mrs. B. on her knees gazing up at me while my cock pulsed a geyser of cum into her mouth. Not that I wanted to shake the image. I do remember beating my cock like it owed me money for days after the closet incidence.