OOC: This thread is the Personal Thread in which Abby comes home and catches her father having sex with a woman barely older than she is. This thread begins immediately after this post, which happens to be the introductory post from the role play, "Baxter Court".
Originally, I had a writer for Stella. Instead, I have written her part here. Ironically, we now have a second writer who is taking over Stella's part.
The bureau mirror was banging against the bedroom wall as Mark rammed his lower body between Stella's parted legs. As he grasped her legs behind her knees, pulling their bodies together again and again, she herself grasped the edge of the dresser she was sitting atop, trying to maintain her place on it as her sweat-coated buttocks slid to and fro.
She hadn't made much sound during their love making, and while he'd been mostly concerned about his own pleasure, Mark had still feared that he would leave the half-his-age woman unsatisfied. Why? Simple: if she didn't enjoy herself tonight, he doubted there would be other nights.
And then suddenly, the soft grunts that had come with each slam of his dick deep into her took on a bit of cry in them, followed by a repetitious and lengthening Gawd... oh gawd... oooh gaaawd... and finally, as she reached up with first one hand, then the other, sinking the nails of her long fingers into the backs of his strong arms, she exploded in a scream of ecstasy. She pulled him hard to her, hollering, "Maaaark ... my gawd Mark baby..."
He continued pounding into her; he was so close, and so eager to finish with her. The pleasure was welling. He was a man who had known many a woman -- far more than he should have considering he'd been married for over two decades -- and yet this one, this 18 year old minx, felt better than any he could remember.
He cries began to lessen just as he exploded with a mighty grunt. As his dick leapt inside her, her rammed deep inside her, grasping her firm buttocks and pulling their groins together. And he just remained there ... deep in her ... emptying himself as his heart pounded and his groans continued through labored breathing...
They laid on the bed quietly, their breathing returned to them after their second go at it, this time with Stella on her hands and knees and Mark pounding her from behind. Doggy Style had always been his favorite position; he could get so deep into his lover from behind, grasping her firmly with his strong hands upon the front of her hip bones.
Mark had driven Stella to another pair of loud orgasms before he blew up inside her. They'd collapsed forward and laid there together for the longest time before Mark pulled out of her and rolled away.
"My gawd, Mark," Stella moaned in a whisper, "I wouldn't ... I wouldn't have expected that."
He laughed out loud, rolling to kiss a firm breast before asking, "Cuz I'm old...?"
She joined his laughter, slapping him away before standing to gather her things and ask, "When does your daughter get home?"
"Not for hours," he answered, knowing -- or so he thought -- that Abby would be on the town and then likely in the bed of ... what ever his name was that she was seeing these days. "Let's shower together."
She laughed again, telling him, "I need water, and we need to quit. I'm sore."
He tried to argue his way back into her again, but she was adamant that he'd worn her young, inexperienced pussy out with his girth-plenty penis. He told her with regret, "Fine ... water it is."
Originally, I had a writer for Stella. Instead, I have written her part here. Ironically, we now have a second writer who is taking over Stella's part.
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The bureau mirror was banging against the bedroom wall as Mark rammed his lower body between Stella's parted legs. As he grasped her legs behind her knees, pulling their bodies together again and again, she herself grasped the edge of the dresser she was sitting atop, trying to maintain her place on it as her sweat-coated buttocks slid to and fro.
She hadn't made much sound during their love making, and while he'd been mostly concerned about his own pleasure, Mark had still feared that he would leave the half-his-age woman unsatisfied. Why? Simple: if she didn't enjoy herself tonight, he doubted there would be other nights.
And then suddenly, the soft grunts that had come with each slam of his dick deep into her took on a bit of cry in them, followed by a repetitious and lengthening Gawd... oh gawd... oooh gaaawd... and finally, as she reached up with first one hand, then the other, sinking the nails of her long fingers into the backs of his strong arms, she exploded in a scream of ecstasy. She pulled him hard to her, hollering, "Maaaark ... my gawd Mark baby..."
He continued pounding into her; he was so close, and so eager to finish with her. The pleasure was welling. He was a man who had known many a woman -- far more than he should have considering he'd been married for over two decades -- and yet this one, this 18 year old minx, felt better than any he could remember.
He cries began to lessen just as he exploded with a mighty grunt. As his dick leapt inside her, her rammed deep inside her, grasping her firm buttocks and pulling their groins together. And he just remained there ... deep in her ... emptying himself as his heart pounded and his groans continued through labored breathing...
They laid on the bed quietly, their breathing returned to them after their second go at it, this time with Stella on her hands and knees and Mark pounding her from behind. Doggy Style had always been his favorite position; he could get so deep into his lover from behind, grasping her firmly with his strong hands upon the front of her hip bones.
Mark had driven Stella to another pair of loud orgasms before he blew up inside her. They'd collapsed forward and laid there together for the longest time before Mark pulled out of her and rolled away.
"My gawd, Mark," Stella moaned in a whisper, "I wouldn't ... I wouldn't have expected that."
He laughed out loud, rolling to kiss a firm breast before asking, "Cuz I'm old...?"
She joined his laughter, slapping him away before standing to gather her things and ask, "When does your daughter get home?"
"Not for hours," he answered, knowing -- or so he thought -- that Abby would be on the town and then likely in the bed of ... what ever his name was that she was seeing these days. "Let's shower together."
She laughed again, telling him, "I need water, and we need to quit. I'm sore."
He tried to argue his way back into her again, but she was adamant that he'd worn her young, inexperienced pussy out with his girth-plenty penis. He told her with regret, "Fine ... water it is."
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