Chapter 9

When it had all been transferred, she told Sandra to come over to us.

"Kiss him", she ordered. Sandra hesitated. "Kiss him I said"! She did as her mother had told her. I held her head as our mouths made contact, my tongue forcing hers open, then forcing my come into her mouth; she tried to recoil her head, but it was held fast in my grip. 

"Swallow it", Gina ordered her daughter. I felt her head move slightly as she obeyed her mother. Gina and I looked at each other and smiled; her bullying daughter had been vanquished.

"You call me names Sandra and then what do you do, you kiss your mother's lover", gloated Gina. "You disgust me".

"But, but, you told me to do it", said Sandra, now crying.

"That didn't mean you had to", her mother chided.

"I'm, I'm sorry mum", cried Sandra.

"It's too late for that now. I've seen how you've been looking at Phil", said Gina.

"I haven't meant to look at him mum, I really didn't mean to, it's just that he....." she began.

"It's just that he's got a cock you mean", her mother snapped. "Just like Greg had"; Greg is the boss she's fucking. "I think you had better leave my house Sandra and don't return until I've cooled down. I will phone you when you can return and don't even contemplate informing us or you will never be welcome again. Is that clear madam"? She said, in a tone of voice I had never heard her use before.

"Yes Mum", said Sandra between sobs, tears running down her face.

"Good. Now go"! Sandra slowly stood, pushing against the chair arm as she rose; she went to kiss her mother; Gina pulled her head back.

"GO"! She was openly crying as she left the house. Gina broke down and cried as the outer door closed.

"Come here lover", I said as I took her quivering body in my arms.

"What have I done Phil?"

"Put your daughter firmly in her place", I replied. I began stroking her naked shoulders with my fingers, working down her back.

"She's right though Phil, you're half my age. One day you'll want someone younger", she said, sobbing.

"Yes you're twice my age, so what? Has it bothered you before? No and it certainly doesn't me", I replied. "I will tell you something else. Do you remember me telling you that there would be other women in my life"?

"Yes, and I accept that", she replied.

"Well, there haven't been any. There has only been you", I answered.

"Oh Phil, that's lovely. Do you mean it"? She asked.

"Not one other woman, not until Sandra kissed me", I said.

"I love you, Phil, I love you, take me to bed and fuck me", she said, beginning to cry again. I took her by the hand and led her upstairs and laid her on the bed. 

I climbed on the bed and opened her legs and flicked her clit with my tongue; she came instantly; all the trouble we'd had downstairs must have built into sexual tension; her hands held my head in a vice-like grip; I was unable to move; I kept lapping her clit, like a cat lapping milk; this extended her orgasm, cunt juice pulsing from her, coating my face. 

As she came down from her high I slid up her body until our heads were level; she pulled mine down and kissed and licked, cleaning her juices from me; as she licked I slid my cock into her sopping wet pussy; she moaned as I entered her.

"Oh Phil, fuck me, fuck me harder than ever before", she begged. I did as she'd asked, our bodies slapping together on my inward thrusts, spraying cunt juice over us and the bedding.

"I'm going to cum Gina, I'm going to cum", I gasped.

"Come, Phil, come inside my pussy, fill it with your spunk", she panted. Half a dozen thrusts later I came, slamming my groin into hers as jets of spunk flew into her. I was so aroused I wanted to climb inside and fuck her with my entire body. I left my cock inside her as it lost its hardness and then slid from her.

"Lick me, Phil, lick your spunk from me", she said as she calmed down. I slid easily down her sweat covered and was soon licking her pussy clean of spunk and pussy juice; this woman had turned me into a spunk junkie; she was the first I'd done this with. When I'd finished she pulled me by the hair and again cleaned my face. When she'd cleaned me she kissed me gently on the lips.

"I love you", I said. It was the first time I'd ever told a woman this.

"Do you mean it, Phil"? She asked.

"Yes, I mean it", I answered. She held me tight against her body, her tits flattening as they squeezed against my chest. She fell asleep in my arms; I must have followed suit soon after, for it was dark when I opened my eyes; we hadn't moved, and her head was still nuzzled against my neck. 

I looked at her in the gloom and wondered how we would tell my parents. She awoke with a start, jumping as her eyes opened.

"Oh, I was dreaming", she said as she rolled away from me and turned on the bedside light; we both blinked at the sudden light. She looked at me and told me she loved me; I told her I loved her too.

"We have to tell your parents and brother", she said. "How are we going to do it"?

"I don't know. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now roll over I want to fuck that tight arse of yours", I said.

"Oh Phil, you have such a way with words," she said as she rolled over. I sat on her lower back, my hardening cock, resting in the crack between her buttocks. I reached over to the bedside table and took a bottle of baby oil from it, opened it, and poured oil onto her lower back and now erect cock. 

It glistened as the oil hit it; Gina gasped as the cold oil hit her body. I poured oil up her back and into her arse crack, watching as it ran down, and disappeared between her legs. I slid my body up her back, then back down, repeating the process over and over, my cock trapped between my chest and her back; I worked further down her arse cheeks every time I slid down until my cock slid down the crack between her cheeks. 

She raised her pelvis as I ran my cock along the crevice, pressing against her body, until with a groan from Gina, it slid inside her, filling her anal passage, remaining still as her muscles became accustomed to my invasion.