Christine was taken aback when Michael abruptly pulled away and pushed her aside after they had been passionately kissing one another.

He questioned her name, "Christine." "And Clare, what about her? When does she plan on returning?"

"After every game, she goes out with that dipshit, um, I mean Porter. " At the earliest, she won't be back in the house until midnight.

He responded with a "Oh, alright" before resuming his passionate kissing of her. His hands explored her upper body and came over her large breasts. As his hands kneaded her breasts, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. As his fingers searched for and located her nipples, she felt a burst of electricity go through her body at that very moment.

She exclaimed, "God!"

Then, while Michael massaged and aroused her, she reflected on the past at the same time. She was dating a guy who was 13 years her junior. After delivering her ex one kid, then a pair of twins, she became a large and unattractive lady and her ex eventually left her for another woman who was ten years his younger. As is his custom, he was unwilling to part up any of his money in order to cover the costs of repairing the damage caused by delivery. It's quite likely that he was merely looking for someone younger and more attractive to date.

Michael suddenly severed his physical contact with her and hurriedly stated, "Baby, I need to tell you something."

"What, sweetheart?" she questioned.

He said, "It's been a very long time since I've...er...done something like to this."

She said, "How much longer?"

"It's been almost a year. You are the first lady I've been with since I was divorced, and I've been married twice before."

"Nearly a year?" she questioned.

He looked at me with a perplexed eyebrow arched.

"Baby, it's been almost five years since I've been with a guy."

He couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "Five years?"

"Yeah, five years," he said. When my spouse left me, my primary focus became being a parent. I wasn't concerned about finding a sexual partner," she said.

He responded by saying, "I simply can't believe that a lady who looks like you couldn't get laid in five years."

"Oh, Michael, you completely missed the point. I didn't say I COULDN'T get laid. I merely claimed I didn't get laid. I focused all of my anxiety on my kid and ignored any other concerns. After my spouse left me, raising our kid became my first responsibility."

, "Well, would you mind if I said something perhaps improper about your ex-husband?"

"No. "I have no objections," she responded.

Michael assured her that her former partner "is arguably the dumbest son-of-a-bitch in the history of the planet."

Her question was, "Now why don't we don't we simply go to the bedroom?

Christine stated to him, "I don't make it a habit of inviting guys to my bedroom, but when one can be such a gentleman, it makes that choice a lot simpler," as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. "I don't make it a practice of asking men to my bedroom," she said.

He stuttered, "Christine, I...," as he attempted to speak.

Christine swung around and pushed her index finger to his lips in an upright position.

"Shhhhh...," she whispered to him. It is not necessary for you to utter a single word.

She went on by saying, "You're doing so well at the moment." She smiled knowingly at him as she stated, "At this rate, someone's definitely going to get fortunate," as she pointed out the obvious.

Michael went into the bedroom after her, hesitantly following her. Because he had to pass by her room on his way to the bathroom, he was able to get a glimpse of the inside, but he was never really permitted to enter. It was well decorated with fine furnishings made of hardwood, including a canopy bed with four posts and a four poster canopy. The bed was given the illusion of being surrounded by a wall by a delicate netting that hung from each corner of the bedframe and created a frame for the bed. There were openings on each of the bed's four sides.

After closing the door behind her, Christine walked over to Michael and joined him at her bedside. She didn't say a word as she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew him into a passionate kiss, but the kiss was full of feeling. He became aware of her hands moving below his pullover top and feeling his belly and chest . He put his hands beneath her sweatshirt and moved them up her body till he came across the underwire of her bra. This action gave him the confidence to continue. He skillfully maneuvered his hands around her back, located the clasp of her bra, and then released it.

He slid his hands back around to the front, ran them under her bra, and then cradled her lovely breasts with his hands, his thumbs and forefingers seeking her nipples. He felt her tremble as he did this, and his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples.

Michael could feel her hands fumbling about for the hem of the pullover top he was wearing, and then he could feel her starting to pull the garment over his head. He raised his arms to make room for her to slip it off over him. The same thing happened with him, except this time he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off over her head. She then looked him in the eyes, took the straps of her bra, and pushed it down, then discarded it on the floor next to her sweater. This was all done after she had discarded her sweater. He couldn't get over how magnificent her breasts were.

After regaining control of each other, they fell into the bed together, with Christine coming down first and Michael falling on top of her. They seemed to be thinking the same thing . Michael's hands went back to her beautiful breasts, and he started kneading and fondling them a. He was aware of her hand falling to his groin at that moment. As Christine's fingers fell upon his cock and she held it through his pants, he was ecstatic and as rigid as a rock within his jeans. He was a total gentleman.

Although he was not porn star enormous, he packed enough that he never had any grounds for complaining about his physique.

Michael let one of his hands to explore Christine's crotch area. As his hand moved to rest between her legs, he was able to feel the warmth of her body through the jeans she was wearing. As he touched her there, she let out a low groan and looked away briefly. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants as she stood there. He did the same thing, attempting to remove her impossible-to-wear pants off her body.

Michael then sat himself up in bed and grabbed her pants by the waist after he had successfully undone her jeans. Christine assisted him in removing her pants by lifting her hips as he pulled them off of her, leaving her wearing just her scanty thong underwear.

Michael stood next to the bed, giddy and eager to get down to business, and he started taking off his trousers. Because they weren't tied, removing them was as easy as sliding them off. As Christine watched, he then took the next step, which was to slide his boxer briefs down, so exposing his sore and throbbing cock. When she first noticed his size and how aroused he was, her eyes widened in response.

After that, he went back to the bed and laid down next to Christine. He then started kissing and sucking her magnificently erect nipples as he dropped his head so that it was between her breasts. After he had kissed Christine on both of her breasts, he started kissing his way down Christine's muscular body until he reached the "V" that is formed between her legs. While he was gently kissing Christine on the inside of her thighs, he saw that she began to quiver and groan in pleasure. He inserted one finger inside her panty to coax it to the side so that he could reach her pussy and pull it out of the way. When he moved the object out of the way, he was able to see that her pussy had been meticulously shaven. He immediately jumped in and started licking and kissing her womanhood as soon as he got close.

"Oh God! Just get it together! He overheard her exclaim, "I want you inside of me right now!" She had a hold of him by both of his ears, and she was dragging him higher.

He used both hands to pull her pant legs down as he resisted her attempts to pull him away, and she assisted him by rising her hips once more. He went back to kissing her pussy, which caused her to wriggle and writhe in discomfort.

"Now! I want you inside me immediately! I really can't take it any longer! She said in a hushed voice.

He started kissing his way up her body, and once he was between her legs, he settled his torso there. Still, she was yanking on his ears and furiously trying to get him away from her.

He began kissing her on the neck and worked his way up to her face, where he found her hungry lips. Around the same moment, he was aware of the tip of his cock sliding in between her legs. He felt her heat envelop the tip of his cock as he slid between her slick and moist folds. He gently probed his cock back and forth in a circular motion.

He could feel Christine tensing up under him as she became aware that he was going to pierce her.

Michael exerted a little amount of pressure. He felt his cock enter between her lips and glide deep inside her. He pulled back and then shoved her again when there was around three inches of cock inside of her. He slid even further inside her.

"Oh gosh! She cried and said, "You are so enormous!"

He stated it in a surprised tone, "Am I harming you?"

"God no! Please hand it on to me. "

He removed his hand once again before charging back into the fray. His cock was up to its balls in balls. As he felt the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix deep within her, his balls were pressing firmly on her moist labia, and he could feel the pressure.

"Oh gosh! I can literally feel you in the pit of my stomach. You are so profound!" she said to herself.

He supported himself on his elbows above her and started to gently pump his cock in and out as he did so. He was aware that due to his lack of sexual stimulation, he would quickly come if he began fucking her at an excessively rapid pace. As he moved his arm back and forth over her body, he eventually reached her lips and kissed her in an intense and ardent manner.

"I adore your cock!" she said in a low voice.

He warned her, "You're going to make me come!" and she laughed.

"Mmmmmm. She responded with a hushed voice, "I want to feel you cumming inside of me."

He continued to rub her as he felt the muscles in his scrotum and balls contracting in preparation for the delivery of their payload of baby-making components into her uterus. With each stroke, he struck with more force and went more deeply. Because he was so relentless with his fucking, he could feel Christine tensing up below him.

Michael was just starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasmic sensation when it hit him full force. After letting out a long, low sigh, he began to feel intense waves of pleasure hit him. The sexual tension that had been building up inside of him for a long year finally spilled out of his cock.

Michael looked down and watched Christine's eyes go wide as his cock discharged a torrent of hot cream deep into Christine's body. The cream was sticky.

She exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh!" as his hot seed began to fill her up.

When it finally broke free, the point of his cock was pressing firmly on her cervix since it had been buried so far within her. He continued to pump his cock in and out of her, driving his nut even farther into her with each stroke, and he felt his warmth exploding into her, spreading over her womb, and leaking down the side of her pussy as he did so. He also felt his warmth seeping down the side of her pussy.

She gasped, "I'm cumming!" as his cock continued to pump blasts of hot semen into her womb. "I'm cumming!" she said. Her torso hunched forward, and she let out a strident shriek with each forceful thrust that he gave to his cock.

In spite of the fact that he had vented all of his pent-up frustrations upon her, he continued to be as unyielding . He withdrew his rock-solid cock and rolled off to the side of her as he did this since he did not want to squash her under his weight.

"Oh my gosh! That was fantastic, she said to him.

"Yeah, it was," was his response to my question.

When she looked down, she saw that his cock was still standing perfectly straight.

She laughed as she addressed the other person and remarked, "You don't seem to be done either."

"All right, if that's how you want it, I'll wrap this up. He informed her, "I don't want to be a hassle. I promise."

"Oh my! She went on top of him, put her leg over him, and then reinserted his cock inside her while saying, "Please be a nuisance."

And they started the second round...

When Christine's obnoxious alarm clock went off at fivein the morning, she was forced to open her eyes. It was high time that I go for a run.

After that, she became aware of Michael shifting in the bed near her. She recalled what had happened the night before. She can't remember how many times he fucked her last night; was it four or five? Once he got going, he couldn't stop eating and drinking. Both of them had clearly been harboring pent-up anger for many years, which they finally let out last night. When she remembered back to the night before, a grin broke out on her face.

Michael moved over to her side of the bed and made contact with her. She was being spooned by his midsection as it was forced firmly against her back. His cock, which was rigid and upright as one would expect, was pressing firmly on her back. His hand went all the way around her till it was resting on her left breast. She felt it tighten under his rolling fingers as his thumb and forefinger discovered her nipple. She resisted his advances.

She informed him that it was time for her to get out for a run.

"What's the matter, why don't you remain here?" he inquired while still groggy.

"All right, I suppose I could take a vacation day. "I have no idea who it was, but they kept me up till a ridiculous hour the night before," she stated.

He said something to the effect of, "Tell me who the jackass is, and I'll kick his ass for you," and then he laughed.

She made the suggestion that she may forego her morning run in favor of some other sort of cardiovascular exercise.

He moaned, "Hmm, that doesn't seem like fun either," as he considered the possibility.

She said, "Well, I just want you to know that doing cardio doesn't have to be a chore."

He inquired with a "Doesn't it?"

"No. "No, of course not," was her response.

She went on to say, "For instance, you might use that magnificently hard and enormous cock to get my heartrate up."

He turned her over onto her back by rolling her onto her shoulder as he kept his eyes on her the whole time.

"Do you really want me to make love to you once more? Following the events of last night, I was worried that I might damage the item. And it would absolutely shatter my weak, pathetic little heart,"

"Well, I do need to maintain my schoolgirl figure," you could say. She informed him about it. "Each act burns at least 150 calories, and at the pace we've been going, I've about burnt off the lunch that you prepared for me the night before," he said. "It's been a lot of fun!" However, I still have a couple ways to go."

She gave him a kind grin before continuing, "and you aren't even close to breaking it."

"I am pleased to hear that. As he moved into position between her knees, he informed her, "I wouldn't want to break it."

Clare was unable to get back asleep and woke up in the middle of the night. She had spent the evening with Porter, then returned home, undressed, put on a T-shirt over her pants, and gone to bed, where she had wept herself to sleep while sobbing bitter tears over her predicament. The fact that she was dating the quarterback of the high school team should have been the stuff of every girl's dreams. However, once they were alone with him in private, they had no notion what his personality was like.

Porter struck her as the most egotistical and self-centered guy she had ever encountered. In particular when they were in the bedroom together, the focus was all on him. Even though she offered herself to him every weekend, he never made the slightest effort to fulfill her needs in any way.

One of the issues was that he always come so quickly. During each of their sex, he would fuck her for a considerable amount of time, yet he always appeared to be able to bring himself off five or six times. The issue was that he had never been successful in giving her an orgasm, and the fact that he was aware of this did not seem to distress him in any way.

The other thing she knew about Porter, which she hadn't dared to mention with anybody, was that despite his stature and musculature, he had the tiniest dick she had ever seen. Despite being a high school quarterback, he looked like he was in his early 20s. When aroused, her best estimate was that it measured between two and three inches in length. Because she had read that using steroids may cause sex organs to develop abnormally, she couldn't help but be curious about him and even questioned him directly whether he had ever used them. He had denied it, but she didn't trust him.

The fact of the matter was that if they were in the same room together, he would merely constantly poke her with his ridiculously little cock. He didn't seem to care one bit that she wasn't having fun with it at all.