Catching Up

He pulled his finger out of my ass. I braced myself for something thicker and harder. I felt him gathering what lube he could and knew he was coating his dick with the gel. It took only seconds, but it seemed like an eternity.

I glanced at where the woman stood. Her eyes were wide and her jaw slack. Her chest rose and fell and I knew, without checking, her panties were wet. Again I shied away from her need for voyeurism.

The knowing spread of my cheeks and the welcoming slam of Mark's cock into my ass had my eyes rolling back and my jaw tightening in hopes to capture the scream from my throat. It wasn't pain that made me what to shout out loud, it was pure carnal pleasure. He was taking me. My life-long friend and secret fantasy was finally making me his.

I pushed back. He pulled away; he shoved himself back in. Over and over he pumped his dick into my tight cavern. I couldn't believe it was happening, and yet it was. I felt him still and I wondered if he were looking around, suddenly aware of our surroundings. I was wrong though, Mark was just maneuvering himself so he could reach around and grab the torn thong and wrench it away from my cock.

"Oh fuck." The words sounded more like a grunt. He kept his cock buried inside me, while wrapping his hand around my dick.

Mark didn't pull completely out of me, but allowed a few inches of his cock to slip free while he began to pump my thick raging shaft. I felt him glide his dick back in, while his fingers rolled over the swollen mushroom head of my cock. He pumped me in the front as expertly as he had in the rear. I couldn't help but lean my chest into the wall, and push my ass back toward him. I welcomed every well-executed piston punch that he delivered.

His breath danced upon my ear as he whispered how he was going to fill my ass with his cream. I whimpered. The sound rarely, if ever is made by me. It seemed foreign, as if it didn't quite belong to Mike and it didn't, that sound was Victoria's and she'd waited years to make it.