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Summary: Melissa and Tim take a trip to the city to visit the library -- and you have to be quiet in the library.
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On Friday morning, Melissa woke to the sunlight pouring in the living room window. After she got out of the shower, she had fallen asleep on the couch, reading. There was a blanket over her. Apparently, Kevin had covered her up. For the first time in a long time, she had a warm feeling in her heart toward her husband.
She remembered their sex from the previous day. She couldn't believe the resolution they had come to. They would stay married, but they each loved someone else. Also, there was a possible threesome in her future. If Tim didn't have a problem with it, that is.
Poor thing. I just took his virginity, and now things are going to get really complicated really fast.
She thought about the idea of Stacey, and her nipples began to tighten. Then she thought about Kevin being involved and realized that as long as he kept his mouth shut, it might work. Then she thought about Tim in the room as well and felt bad for throwing him into that mix. Then she imagined just herself, Tim and Stacey, and that turned her on. Then she pictured Tim fucking Stacey, and that turned her on as well. Then she got a little jealous thinking, What if he likes her better than me?
Then she sobered up and came to the conclusion that this was all too much too soon, even for her. And she also realized that she really missed Tim.
It was Friday. He would be at work at the farm. She wondered if she could see him today. Maybe if she could call him at home after his mother went to work, they could make arrangements.
Melissa heard a noise in the kitchen and got up to check it out. Kevin was pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Morning," he said, seeing her in the hallway with the blanket wrapped around her. He started to turn back to his cup, but he did a double take, and looked her up and down.
"What?" Melissa asked.
Kevin cleared his throat. "No, nothing. It's just..." He looked her in the eyes. "I forgot how beautiful you can be in the mornings."
My estranged husband just flirted with me. What in the world is happening.
She smiled nonetheless.
"You look like a goddess," he said quietly.
Melissa raised her chin and pulled back her shoulders. I am, she thought. But what she said was merely, "Thank you."
She slipped into the bedroom to put on some clothes. She pulled a t-shirt over her head with no bra and was about to get out some panties and yoga pants, but she saw her clothes from yesterday crumpled up next to her bed. She picked up the Star Wars boxers and pulled them on.
Something on the floor next to the wall caught her eye. She reached down and picked it up. It was an earring, and not one of hers. For an instant, she felt a twinge of pain. This was further proof that Stacey had been in her bed, that Kevin had betrayed her.
Let it go, she told herself. He has his love and I have mine.
She dropped the earring into her jewelry box and shut the lid.
When she strolled out into the kitchen, Kevin's eyes went straight to her waist, and his jaw dropped.
"What?" she beamed. "I told you I like this movie."
"Are those...?" he started.
She went to the cabinet and got out a tea cup.
"Yep," she replied, with her back turned to Kevin. She loved torturing him like this.
"You look hot in boxers," he replied.
She filled the tea pot and set it on the stove.
"Women always look hot wearing men's clothing. It gives the impression that they slept over at a guy's house and had to borrow something to wear. It implies sluttiness."
She fished a tea bag out of the canister on the counter and set it in her cup. Then she sat down at the table.
"Are you?" Kevin asked.
"Slutty? I fucked a thirteen year-old on his Star Wars sheets. Draw your own conclusions."
Kevin choked on his coffee a little.
"You seem more confident than ever before," Kevin said when he could breathe again..
"Stepping out on your husband tends to have that effect on a woman," she replied.
"I'm really turned on by you right now," he said.
"Get over yourself," Melissa said, looking him in the eye. "Don't expect a repeat of last night anytime soon."
"Wow, you're really playing hard-to-get this morning. I like it," he said with a smile.
"No. I'm playing still-pissed-off-at-her-husband. Now that all our cards are on the table, I don't feel the need to have sex with you in order to hide my secret."
The smile slid right off of Kevin's face.
"So last night was...?" he began.
"You misunderstood last night from the get-go," she told him. "Once I started fucking you, I got turned on, but that had more to do with the thought of Stacey than it did with you."
"But you said you still loved me," he pointed out.
"I do, I guess. A little. But..." Melissa put her head in her hands and mulled over her words for a moment. Then she pushed back her hair and looked at him. "Kevin, I love Tim, first and foremost. Whatever I have with you is secondary to everything I have with him."
"But we can still have something between us, can't we?" he asked. "Listen, I felt really connected with you last night. Aside from the fact that I find being cuckolded a huge turn on, which... never saw that coming. But I felt like we were on the same page there for a minute. And I liked that."
"The 'same page' was that we're both happier fucking someone else," she said.
Kevin sighed heavily.
"I love Stacey. It's true. But I still feel something for you."
"Something," she repeated with sarcasm. But she reached out her hand to him, nonetheless.
"I don't completely hate you anymore," she told him. "Maybe that can grow into actually liking you a little. But you have treated me like shit for two years now, and it is going to take a lot more than what transpired last night to turn my heart around."
Kevin looked down at her hand on his and nodded.
"Tim has been kind to me with no ulterior motive for as long as you have been treating me like dirt. And then he showered me with the attention and love that I have been yearning for. He's not even in high school yet, but he knows more about how to treat a woman than you learned in all your years of college and seminary."
"I'm sorry," Kevin whispered.
Melissa saw that his eyes were red. Good, she thought. Let him hurt for a while.
The tea kettle started singing on the stove. Melissa got up, turned off the burner, poured the water over her tea bag and walked into the living room. There was spring in her step, and a bit of sashay to her hips. She hoped Kevin watched her ass shake back and forth in Tim's boxers, but she didn't turn to look.
She sat down on the couch and picked up Religions of the Mediterranean, which she had fallen asleep reading last night. She looked up at the statue on the shelf and silently sent a prayer of thanks to Artemis for helping her stand her ground with Kevin.
She heard Kevin get up and finish getting dressed in the bedroom. Then she heard him leave the parsonage and walk over to the church. As soon as she heard the church door close, the telephone rang. Melissa went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver, fully expecting it to be Kevin.
"Hello," she said into the receiver.
"I've missed you so much," she heard Tim say on the other end.
Melissa sank down into a chair at the table, with her hand on her heart.
"Oh, Tim. It's so good to hear your voice. I've missed you, too."
"I know it's kind of soon, but I really want to see you today," he said.
Melissa smiled. "I was just thinking about whether I could sneak up to your place this afternoon. When does your mom go to work?"
"Actually, she's over at her sister's right now, helping her can the summer vegetables."
"Do you have to work today?" Melissa asked.
"Yeah, but I could call in sick," he suggested.
"I don't want to get you in trouble, plus with only a week left of work, I would hate for you to miss out on the money," she said.
"I don't mind. I've been able to save quite a bit this summer. And I don't think my boss will care. I was pretty worthless yesterday, anyway, since I couldn't get my mind off you. I played it up like I was still sick."
Melissa felt bad that Tim was lying because of her, but on the flip side, she was proud that he was using circumstances to his advantage. That boy was a fast learner.
"So, when do you think you can come pick me up?" he asked.
"As soon as I get dressed," she replied.
"So you're naked right now?" he asked.
"Actually, I'm wearing a t-shirt with no bra. My nipples are hard and poking through the fabric like crazy," she pressed her hand against her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple underneath. "And the only thing between my pussy and this chair is a pair of men's boxers."
"Mmmm hmmm," she replied. "Star Wars boxers. Star Wars: Episode IV, A New Hope, to be exact."
"Wow," Tim replied. "If the other nerds heard this conversation, I would be their king right now."
"You think of yourself as a nerd?" she asked. She found herself twirling her hair around her finger. This is fun, getting to know a guy over the phone. I haven't done this since I was in college.
"Yeah, definitely," he said.
"Does it hurt your feelings when people call you that?"
"Well, I've discovered that when people call you things like nerd or geek or poindexter, it's usually because they feel somehow inferior. Mostly, I just feel sorry for them. But among my few friends, we call ourselves nerds jokingly whenever we do something that's exceptionally nerdy."
"Like what?" she asked.
"Like quote a scene from Star Wars line-by-line."
"You mean like," she squinted her eyes and scrunched up her nose, trying to make sure she got this right. "Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid?"
"Oh my god!" Tim exclaimed.
"Would that make your friends call me a nerd?" she asked.
"Yes! You definitely just earned your nerd card. Wow, I'm so turned on right now."
"Really?" she asked.
"A girl, a woman, no less, quoting Star Wars. Fuck yeah. I almost came in my pants just now."
Melissa tousled her hair and bit her lip. "Why is that hot?'
"When a girl likes something that typically only guys seem to like... I don't know, it just amazing and rare. Maybe it would be like finding a guy who is into... Jane Austen or something."
"Mmmm. I see your point," she replied.
"I wish you could see my point right now. You've definitely made me really pointy," he joked.
"Seriously, though. The fact that you're wearing my boxers and quoting A New Hope, and that you know that it's called A New Hope. That's just... That's amazing."
"It's because I love you, Tim," she told him. "Everything in your world is important to me."
Her chest felt cold all of the sudden, and she realized that it was because she was hyperventilating.
"I love you so much, Melissa. I can barely stand it. Is love always like this? Is it always so painful to be away from the girl of your dreams, even for a day?"
"You haven't read much poetry yet, have you?" she teased.
"No. But I understand why Romeo and Juliet killed themselves now."
"Is it too much, Tim?" she worried.
"No. It's not enough. I just... I need you, Melissa. I slept outside under the moon last night, thinking about you. I jacked off, staring at the moon, whispering your name over and over."
Melissa felt her loins clench.
"Oh, my god, Tim, you just made me so wet."
"I wish I could taste you right now," he said.
She slipped her hand into the waistband of his boxers and touched herself. "Unh," she moaned quietly into the receiver.
"Are you touching yourself?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered breathily.
"Oh, Melissa. You're touching that beautiful pussy of yours?"
"Oh, God, yes, Tim."
"Put your fingers inside yourself. I want to hear you lick your juices off of them."
She closed her eyes and moaned, as she slipped her middle finger into her hole. She worked it in and out until she was able to get it in up to the second knuckle, gasping as she did so. Then she pulled it out and brought it to her mouth and licked it from the knuckle to the tip."
She was breathing heavily into the receiver, and with her eyes closed, she focused on the sounds that he was hearing. The quiet squish of the copious saliva in her mouth as she opened it and stuck out her tongue. The moan she let out as she tasted herself. The squeak as she sucked the juices from her finger.
The she noticed Tim's breath on the other end of the line. It was heavy, raspy. In the background, she could hear the sound of skin sliding against skin.
"Are you stroking your cock for me, Tim?" she asked.
"Yes," he breathed.
"Can you feel the meaty weight of that dick in your hand? How firm and rigid and warm? But how softly the skin slides over it?"
"Is there pre-cum at the tip?" she asked.
"Wipe it on your finger and then lick it off for me, Baby," she told him.
She heard shuffling on the other end as he held the phone to his shoulder to free up his other hand. She heard him gasp as he touched the slit on his head. Then she heard the licking followed by a pleasant "mmmmm".
"Tell me what you taste like, Baby," she told him.
She heard him smack his lips and then, "Salty. Like... like thick tears."
"Yes," she sighed. "Oh, that's the perfect description."
She could hear him still stroking himself in the background.
"I want you to cum for me, Tim," she whispered. "I want to hear you moan as you make your dick squirt out it's juice. I want to hear you moaning my name."
"Unnnnhhh," he groaned.
"Yes, Baby. I want you to wank that cock for me. Do it."
She put her finger back inside herself and started fucking her wet hole.
"Oh, Tim, my pussy is so wet and warm."
"Ohhhh," she heard on the other end.
She slid a second finger in. "Oh, I'm fucking myself with two fingers, Tim. It feels so good, but not as good as your cock."
"Ohh, Melissa," he groaned.
"Yes, Baby. Oh, think about my hot little pussy while you stroke that dick of yours."
"Unh," he gasped, "your pussy is so pretty, Melissa. I wish I could lick it right now."
"I would rub it all over your face, Baby. I would ground my clit against your nose as your tongue lapped between my folds. My juices would dribble down your chin. Oh god, I'm so wet, Tim."
"Unh, unh," he grunted. "Oh, Melissssaaaaaa. Meelllisssaaaaa. I love you, Meliiiiiiissaaaa!"
"Oh, Tim. I love you so much," she cried. "Oh god, Tim, are you cumming? Are you cumming for me, Baby?"
"Yeeessss," he groaned.
She could hear his panting.
"Oh, Tim, I wish I could swallow your cum right now. I love the feel of your big, meaty cock throbbing in my mouth and squirting it's salty juice all over my tongue."
"Uhhnnn," he replied.
"Tim, my darling. My Baby. I love you so much. Oh god, I'm so close, Tim. Oh, I'm going to cum for you, sweetie," she gasped.
"Yes, Melissa. I want you to cum for me. I want your fingers to be soaked in cum. Oh, tell me you still have my boxers on. I want you to soak my boxers with your sweet pussy juice."
That did it for her. She pounded her pussy with her fingers and brushed her clitoris with her thumb, but it was his words that sent her over the edge.
"Unnnhhh, I'm coommminng, Tim," she cried. Her legs involuntarily twitched, closing her hand in her crotch while she kept shoving her fingers into herself.
"Yes, cum all over my boxers, Melissa. I want to smell your cum in them when I see you today."
Melissa hunched over the table, holding her breath as the waves of sensation spasmed in her loins until she gasped a fresh breath and panted heavily.
"I love you, Darling," she heard him say smoothly in her ear.
Melissa smiled and giggled lightly. "I love you too, Baby. That was amazing."
"No kidding. I came all over the kitchen table," he told her.
Melissa laughed, and felt her pussy contract around her fingers as she did so.
"Wipe it off and lick it for me," she told him.
"Okay," she heard him say.
She listened as he wiped a glob of cum off the table with his finger and then put it in his mouth.
"Hmm," she heard him say.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"It's kind of bitter," he replied. "And chalky? And it smells like bleach almost."
"Yeah," she crooned. "And it leaves that chalky almost electric aftertaste," she told him.
"I can't say that I like it, but it's interesting," he said.
"I can't believe that you ate it. Most guys wouldn't dare," she said.
"Then why did you tell me to?" he asked.
"Because I hate for your cum to go to waste," she said.
"Did you lick it all up?" she asked.
"No. Do you want me to?"
"I do. I won't be mad if you don't. But I want you to lick it all up. And be sure to get any that's still left in your cock. Squeeze it out. Milk it. Don't waste a drop."
She listened and heard licking sounds over the phone.
"I think I got it all," he told her.
"You pervert," she teased.
"You cum... whore," he tried to tease back.
"I believe the term is 'cumslut', but I'll accept 'cumwhore'," she replied.
"'Cumslut'? Really? Is that a real thing?" he asked.
"Yeah, a few guys called me that in college. I think they thought it was degrading, but I took pride in it," she explained.
"Like 'nerd'," Tim replied.
Melissa chuckled. "Yeah, but way dirtier."
"So did you suck a lot of dick in college," he asked.
"Would you think less of me if I did?" she asked.
"No way. Look, whatever you've done, you obviously learned how to do it well."
"Yeah, I'm pretty good," she admitted.
"You made me cum with your mouth in a whole different kind of way just now," he said.
"Look who's talking," she said. "I did what you wanted. I came all over these boxers. God, I could probably wring them out."
"I'll have to get you an extra pair," he told her.
"I'll stop by in a little while and pick them up. How's that?" she asked.
"Perfect," Tim laughed. "Although, if we keep this up, my mom is going to wonder where all my laundry has disappeared to."
"I'm going to throw some clothes on and come see you," she told him. "What did you have in mind for today?"
"Actually, I wanted to take a field trip, if you're up for it," he told her.
"Sure. Where to?"
"Springfield. I thought maybe we could hit up the library and try to research about Artemis. Or maybe find something about how to cope with jealousy when your lover is sleeping with her husband," he said.
"Oh, Tim. I hate the thought of making you jealous," she said.
"Here's the thing," he said. "I mean, even reading the Bible, you see all these polygamous marriages. David had tons of wives. So did Solomon. I mean, just look at Jacob. He had two wives, and two handmaidens that he was fucking. Surely somewhere in the history of all that, somebody figured out how to cope with jealousy."
"Wow," Melissa replied. "You really are a nerd."
"That's impressive thinking," she said. "It's kind of hot."
"Hot?" he asked.
"You're so smart. And you learn things so quickly. And you are capable of such amazing intellectual leaps. I find that attractive, Tim," she told him.
"No way," he replied.
"Seriously. Your brain is as big as your cock."
"Well, technically, the mass of the human brain is roughly 1.3 to 1.5 kilograms, where as a penis, even engorged with blood --"
"Okay, it just stopped being sexy," she joked. "But seriously, that's a great idea. I'll come get you, and then we'll go on a nerdy date to the library."
"Thank you for loving me," Tim said.
"Oh, Baby. Of course. I do. Don't sound so insecure. I wish I was as smart as you at thirteen. Hell, I wish I was as smart as you right now."
"Thank you for loving me, by the way," she said. "You turned my life around. I was depressed and angry and just barely getting by. But now I have the love of an amazing young man, and it has changed me."
"Wow. You just gave me a chubby," he said.
"Don't do anything with that. The next time you get hard, I want it to be in my mouth."
"Too late," he told her.
"Come get me, Darling. I can't wait to see you again."
"I'm on my way, Sweetie," she said.
They said goodbye, and she held the phone to her ear until the dial tone sounded. Then she hung up and rushed to her bedroom to change.
I have a date. I have a date. I have a date. She sang in her head.
Now, what to wear? My ass looks amazing in those jeans. But if I wear a skirt, I can fuck him more easily, especially if I take my underwear off in the car. Oooh, underwear. What do I have that's sexy yet comfortable?
When Melissa pulled into the yard at Tim's house, she felt like bounding out of the car and skipping up to the house, but she wasn't sure whether any of the other country houses on the road might be able to see.
She knocked at the door, and when Tim opened it, he pulled her inside, into his arms. Her heart melted, as she felt her body melding into his. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him.
"It was torture, living without you for a whole day," he told her.
"I know, Baby," she replied. "I couldn't stand it either."
She pushed back from him to take in the sight of him. He was wearing a blue flannel shirt and brown Dickies work jeans.
"Wow, you look all woodsman-y," she told him. "I like it."
TIm drank her in with his eyes. "You look... delectable."
She smiled and felt her heart pounding in her chest.
"Oh, that reminds me," he said, turning to pick something up off the stand by the door.
Tim handed her a bouquet of flowers stuffed in a brown glass beer bottle as a vase.
"Flowers for my flower," he told her.
"Oh, Tim, they're so pretty," she gasped. "Are they daisies?"
"These are," he said, pointing to a flower with white petals and a yellow cluster in the center. "These are called purple coneflower," he told her, pointing to on that looked like a purple daisy with longer petals that had been pushed down. "This is the one you reminded me of when we, uh, first started... touching each other."
Melissa's eyes began to water, and she had to fan her face to try to dry them before the tears spilled down onto her makeup.
"Oh, Darling," Tim said, "please don't cry."
"I can't help it," she stammered. "I haven't gotten flowers in forever."
"They're just some weeds I picked from the field and shoved in an old bottle," he said.
"They're pretty, and you said I remind you of them which means that you think I'm pretty," she muttered, trying not to sob.
"You are. You are so pretty, Melissa. I have always loved your beauty. There have been times when I couldn't even listen to your husband's sermons because all I could think about was how pretty you are. The way those tendrils of your hair escape your braid and dance around your cheek, the way your legs flow so gracefully, the way your skirt hangs off your ass, the way your collar bone moves beneath your skin, the way..."
Melissa's lips were on Tim's, and her tongue slid inside his mouth. Her kiss was wet and breathy and full of wanting. He held her by her arms and lifted her up to himself. She felt helpless and trapped by his tight grip, and she loved it.
She sucked his lower lip between her own, and teased it with her teeth. When he moaned at that, she grew bolder, and bit his lip gently. Opening her eyes to watch his reaction.
His mouth was open, he was gasping, he pulled her tighter, and then pushed his mouth into hers. She sucked his tongue, and he stiffened it. She bobbed on it, sucking it in and letting it out, mimicking a blowjob on his mouth.
Tim felt dizzy and light. He relaxed his grip on Melissa, setting her down.
"How long do we have today?" she asked.
It took a moment before he could reply.
"Mom probably will be at Aunt June's house until she leaves for work," he said.
"So we have time for you to water my flower?" she asked.
Tim groaned and smiled, and Melissa pulled him by the hand toward his bedroom, still clutching her bouquet in the other hand.
When they got to his room, she set the bouquet on the nightstand and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"God, you look so manly in this. Don't take it all the way off. I just want to unbutton it so that I can see your muscles," she said.
Tim kicked off his shoes, and Melissa unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles where he kicked them off. She helped him off with his socks, and he stood before her in just his boxers and unbuttoned shirt. Melissa ran her fingers around the inside of his waistband and tugged downward gently.
"I need to take these off and keep them," she said, looking at the pattern of X-wing fighters zooming around the Death Star. Then she hooked her fingers in them from either side and slowly pulled them down to his feet. His cock sprang free and bounced at half mast as Tim stepped out of them, and Melissa held out her hand expectantly. Tim bent over, picked them up and handed them to her.
She set them on the edge of the bed and thrust her chest out to him. "Undress me," she said.
His fingers were trembling as he searched the front of her floral dress for buttons. "They're in the back," Melissa told him, and he reached around and unbuttoned them. The fragrance of her hair calmed him as he unfastened the buttons down to her waist. Then he stood back and tried to figure out what to do next. He wanted to rip the dress off of her, but it was such a pretty dress, he didn't want to ruin it.
Melissa lifted his hand to her shoulder. "Push it down off of me," she told him, and he slid the shoulders down her arms until she stood there topless except for her bra. She reached behind and unfastened it, and he slid that off of her as well. Then she shimmied the dress down over her hips and let it crumple at her feet.
Tim drank in the sight of Melissa standing in front of him in just her panties and a pair of black oxfords with her hair done in one french braid down the back. Tim knelt and untied her shoes and slipped them off her feet. Then he reached up and pulled her panties down until she stepped out of them.
When he stood up, Melissa pushed Tim's shirt down off his shoulders, letting it bunch up on his forearms. She squeezed his biceps and groaned when she felt him flex under her fingers.
"What do you do on that farm that makes you so strong, Tim?" she asked.
"Pick flowers," he replied.
"Show me," she teased.
He took her meaning, and lifted her up and laid her down on his bed.
"I'm your flower," she purred.
"I pick you," he said, and he climbed up on top of her.
"I belong to you, Tim," she told him. "My body was made for yours, made for you. Everything about you thrills me and fills me up." She reached for his cock, and he groaned as her fingers wrapped around him.
"Have you jacked off today?" she asked.
"No, I was saving my cum for you," he told her.
Melissa smiled and pushed him off of her, and she positioned herself between his thighs.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Tim. I'm going to suck you off, and when you feel the sperm boiling up from your balls, I want you to grab the back of my head and make sure that your dick stays in my mouth. I don't want to lose a single drop," and with that, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Tim groaned as he watched Melissa slowly devour his dick. Her mouth was so wet and warm, it felt amazing. She slowly bobbed up and down on him, coating his shaft with her saliva. She pumped his sopping wet dick as she took a breath, and then she started to suck him in earnest, working him with her fist, moving in time with her mouth up and down on him.
She twisted her fist as she moved it up and down beneath her mouth, and with her other hand, she cupped his balls, massaging them gently.
When she looked up and made eye contact with him, Tim couldn't believe the sight. She was so beautiful, her lips so red and full, her cheeks rosy and caved in with suction. Her eyes were bright and lively with a hint of a smile. As her tongue swirled around his head, she rolled her eyes back, savoring the taste of his pre-cum.
"Thick tears," she groaned, and then she took him in her mouth again.
This time, she moved her hand out of the way and sucked his entire length into her mouth. Tim could feel his head hit the back of her throat, and the feeling sent an electric sensation through his body. Melissa's eyes watered as she held him there, unable to breathe, and the she swallowed, and he couldn't believe how incredible it felt.
When she pulled up off his dick to take a breath, thick, gooey strands connected his head to her lips. She stroked him a few times, smiling at him devilishly, and the she took him in her mouth again and bobbed up and down.
The second time she took him into her throat, Tim knew he was almost there. He grabbed the back of Melissa's head lightly. She bobbed furiously, looking him in the eye, waiting for the gush of semen on her tongue. She sucked and bobbed and sucked, and then Tim pushed harder on the back of her head. She felt his balls begin to clench, and she pulled back a bit to let his cum pool on her tongue.
The first spurt surprised her, hitting her in the back of the throat. She quickly swallowed to keep from gagging, but she wanted to let the rest fill her mouth. Tim groaned as his hips rose involuntarily, trying to shove his cock deeper into her mouth as he exploded with orgasm.
She loved the sensation of his cock throbbing in her mouth, and she worked her hand, pumping him, keeping her lips closed tight around his shaft so that none of his delicious juices escaped.
"Holy fuck," Tim panted as he dropped his ass back down to the bed and relaxed his hold on Melissa's head. He still held her, and she loved the feeling of his hands against her, so possessive.
Melissa continued to suck Tim's dick until he started softening. Then, keeping her lips pursed tight, she pulled back and let his shaft slip out of her mouth.
Tim stared at her in wonder, propped up on his elbows, panting.
Melissa opened her mouth and showed him the pool of semen on her tongue. The red of her mouth contrasted beautifully with the creamy swirl on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed and stuck out her tongue again to show him.
"Oh, that's so hot," Tim groaned.
Melissa smiled and crawled up on top of him. She pawed at his chest with her hands, scratching him softly with her nails.
"You had quite a load for me," she said.
"I told you I'd been saving up," he chuckled.
"Your cock is amazing, Tim. I can't believe how big and meaty and strong it is. I love how it feels sliding between my lips and rubbing against my tongue. I've never had a better cock inside of me. Not even in my cumslut days in college."
"Is that where you learned that trick?" he asked. "It felt like I was in your throat."
"You were," she told him.
"How did you not gag?" he asked.
"Practice," she said. "Mostly with toothbrushes and bananas. Then with boys. But Kevin's dick isn't long enough for me to swallow."
Tim took a deep breath and let it out.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Maybe I shouldn't talk about him to you. But you're so much... better. It's hard not to make comparisons."
"It's okay," he said. "He is your husband after all. I have to accept that."
"Does it make you jealous?" she asked.
"Yeah," he admitted. "But when I stop and think about it, the jealousy goes away. And I know that I would endure a lifetime of jealousy knowing that you were in another man's arms as long as I got to have just one more moment with you."
Melissa laid her head down on his chest and said, "Yet another thing that makes you the better man."
Tim held her for a while. She loved the feel of his breath, filling his body and causing them to rise and fall together.
Then, suddenly, he rolled her over until he was on top of her.
"I want you Melissa," he said.
"I'm yours, Tim," she told him.
"I want to drink you," he said, and she parted her legs beneath him.
Tim kissed her lips. He could taste his cum on her mouth. Then he kissed her chin and her neck and her collar bone. His mouth moved down to kiss her nipple, then he licked it and sucked it in. He moved to her other breast and did the same. Then his kisses trailed down her belly until he got to her hips. From there, he licked from one hip to the other, back and forth in a zig zag until her pubes tickled his lips. He kissed the top of her curls, smelling her aroma. Then finally, she felt his lips press against her sex.
Tim groaned as he tasted between her folds. His tongue slid up and down, licking inside and and around her labia. He nuzzled his tongue between them until he found her entrance, and then he slid his tongue up from the base of her slit to her clitoris, taking a moment in each stroke to poke his tongue into her opening.
Melissa reached down and spread her lips for him, and he marvelled at how pink she was inside. He kissed her there and pushed his tongue in. He realized why they were called lips, as he made out with her pussy, imagining it was her mouth and kissing it the way he would kiss her face.
Melissa gasped when his lips encircled her hood, and then his tongue began to lap over her stiff button.
She was breathless, gasping with each stroke. She felt his tongue and his lips together, nibbling then licking her clitoris. She held his face, and started rising up to meet his strokes. Tim loved the part when she started fucking his mouth, and he gave himself over to the sensation of her wet cunt, rubbing hard against his mouth. Whenever his tongue met her entrance again, he tasted the fresh rush of fluid there and began lapping it up, licking greedily, trying to slurp up her juices. He had tasted his own cum, but nothing compared to hers. The sweet, tangy, watery, salty rush of moisture lubricated the friction between her lips and his as she greedily, hungrily began to fuck his mouth in earnest.
Her hands were pushing so hard against his head, and her hips were bucking wildly beneath him. He licked and sucked and kissed, savoring the slick and silky texture, knowing that his nose was pressing into her clit at least as much as his lips and tongue were. Her cum was everywhere on his face: all over his cheeks, dripping down his chin, even in his nostrils as she rubbed her pussy against him with abandon.
Eventually, she began to slow her gyrations, and Tim could breathe again. Melissa grabbed his head and pulled him up, guiding him as he crawled up on top of her. She kissed him, tasting her cum all over him, feeling her slickness on his cheeks and his chin.
She reached down to feel his cock and smiled against his lips when she felt that he was hard again. She guided it into her sopping wet pussy, and groaned as he pushed it in.
"Oh, I love how hot you get inside," Tim told her.
Melissa grinned as she pushed her cunt hard against him.
"I'm dripping wet and burning hot for you, Baby," she told him
Tim pulled out and pushed in again, sinking to the hilt in her wet hole.
Melissa held his strong biceps as he built a rhythm inside her, causing her feet to slap against his ass.
"Ohhhhh, Tim, it feels so good when you fuck me," she told him. "Fuck my little flower."
He pounded away at her cunt, driving himself into her with the same fervor she had just used to fuck his mouth.
"Kiss me," she told him. "I love the taste of my pussy on your lips."
Tim bent down, and Melissa held his head in her hands. She licked his cheeks and chin and lips, sucking her juices from his lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth to taste herself there.
"You were fucking my mouth," he told her. "You fucked it so hard."
"You drove me wild," she replied. "And now I want you to just drive me."
Tim complied, pushing his cock into her over and over again. She let go of his face and braced herself on his headboard, pushing back against each thrust.
"Fuck me, Tim," she cried. "Fuck me hard. I want to feel you, to feel every inch of you, pounding me, nailing me, driving me."
"Oh god, Melissa," he moaned, quickening his pace.
"Yes, Tim. I want it. I want your cum. Fill my pussy the way you filled my mouth."
"Uhnnnnnhh," he groaned.
"Unh, harder, Tim. Fuck me harder. Make me cum. I want to cum again. I want to cum all over your big, hard cock."
The bed squeaked furiously as Tim slammed his pelvis into Melissa's.
"I'm getting close, Tim," she panted.
"Oh. Unh. Yeah," Tim replied. "Me too."
"Ohhhh, Tiimmm," Melissa moaned. "Cum in me. Cum in my pussy, Timmmm. Oh god I want to feel your cum, Baby."
"I'm cumming," he groaned. "I'm cumming in you. Ooohhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming in you, Melissssaaaaa."
"Yeah, don't stop. Yeah, keep fucking me, Baby. I'm close, Tim. Oh, God I love you. Yeah, fill me. Oh, it's so hot inside me. Oh, god, yes, please, oh, Tim! Tim! Unh, Tim! Oh, I love you, Tim! Tiiiiiiiimmmmmmm!"
Melissa wrapped her legs around his ass and held him there. Tim relaxed his arms and rested his weight on her body. He nuzzled her neck, and she could feel his hot breath blowing the loose tendrils of her hair. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he rose up to look her in the eye.
"You are so amazing," she told him.
"I love you, my flower," he said, and her heart melted all over again.
They kissed. Neither one wanted to break the physical bond between them, but eventually, her spasming vagina pushed his deflating penis out of her.
Tim looked down to see his jizz leaking out of her frothy cunt.
"Wow, that is so pretty." He tentatively reached out and touched the milky fluid dripping out of her opening. "I want to taste it," he told her. "Now that I know what you taste like and what I taste like, I want to taste us together."
"Oohhhh, yes, Tim. Lick me. Lick up this mess you've made of my pussy. But don't swallow. Just swirl it around in your mouth, savoring the taste, and then kiss me so that I can taste it too."
Tim grinned from ear to ear as he nestled down between her thighs. Melissa shuddered, feeling his hot breath on her and then the touch of his tongue, hesitant at first, and then insistent.
Tim moaned, licking and slurping and sucking at her messy twat. Then he raised up, his face wet, and his lips closed tight. He swirled the concoction around in his mouth and smiled at her, then he crawled up on top of her.
Melissa grabbed his chin and said, "Let it drip out of you into my open mouth." Tim complied, letting the goop fall from his lips onto her waiting tongue. When as much came out as was going to, Melissa raised up and kissed Tim. Then she too swirled the mess around her tongue. She pushed him off of her and flipped their position. Straddling his chest, she squeezed his cheeks and pulled down his chin. TIm understood and opened his mouth to her. Melissa let the frothy ball of cum and saliva slide off her tongue and then spit the rest into him. The was still a strand, hanging off her lips, connecting her mouth to his.
"Swallow," she said, looking him in the eye.
Tim swallowed, and Melissa kissed him, her tongue probing deeply into his mouth.
"Oh fuck, that was hot," he said, when she came up for air.
"You like that? It's called a snowball," she told him.
"That was amazing. It was like a whole new kind of... intimacy," he said.
Melissa goaned and held his face. "I love that you see it that way. Yes, absolutely. It's another way to share ourselves with each other."
Tim reached up and broke the strand of jizz that connected her mouth to his, wiping her lip and bringing his finger to his own mouth to lick it off.
"Let's get cleaned up," she said, climbing off of him and pulling him up by the hand.
They walked to the bathroom, and Melissa climbed into the shower.
"Do you want to join me?" she asked.
Tim climbed in after her.
She got the water nice and hot and let it beat down on her chest. She turned her back to the shower head, facing Tim. She picked up the soap from its resting place on the wall and handed it to him.
"Wash my tits," she said, thrusting them out towards him.
Tim smiled as he looked down at her breasts. Her pale skin was slick and shiny with water, and rivulets dripped off each of her tight, pink nipples.
Tim took the soap and gently began to rub it up and down her sternum area. Cupping the bar in his hand, he ran it across the top of one breast and circled it around in an ever-shrinking spiral toward her nipple. When he got to the areola, he moved the soap to his other hand and did repeated the motion with her other breast. Then he set the sopa down and grabbed her tits fully in each hand, feeling the slick skin squeeze through his grasp. He cupped her breasts from below and pushed up, letting the weight of each cause them to slide down against his palm. When they returned to their natural, pert position, he pressed his soapy palms against her hard nipples, letting his hands slide out toward the side, and then he pushed her breasts together and let them slip back out of his grasp.
"Fuck, I'm getting so hot," she told him, moving his soapy hand down to her pubes and pushing it between her thighs.
TIm could feel the heat of her pussy as he slowly slid his hand up and down her vulva, letting his her labia naturally part between his fingers. He could feel her nub on his palm as she pushed herself against his hand. Remembering how his sloppy jizz had dripped down her taint towards her ass, he made sure to clean that area as well. When his fingertip brushed against her anus, Melissa jumped and grabbed his hand.
"Sorry," he said.
"It's okay. I liked it. It was just a shock to feel you pressing there."
Then Melissa took the soap and lathered up her hands, taking his long, cock that was throbbing at half mast and rubbed it up and down with her slick hands. She pushed the soap down to his balls and massaged them gently. Then she pushed her soapy finger against his anus to watch him jump.
"Oh!" he gasped. "I see what you mean."
"We can explore those sensations further sometime if you want," she told him, "but I'm looking forward to our date. We should get going before we find ourselves fucking here in the shower."
"Would that be so bad?" he asked.
"Cool your jets, Red 5, and take your S-foils out of attack position," she said playfully.
"Oh, my god, you know it only makes me want you more when you speak my native language," he joked.
Melissa smiled and turned off the water.
She loved the feeling of the wind whipping about her face, driving down the highway with Tim's hand on her thigh. She noticed that his eyes kept moving back to watch as the breeze toyed with the hem of her skirt and made it dance about her knees.
"You don't have to sneak glances at my body, Tim," she told him. "I love it when you ogle me with those hungry eyes."
"I thought I was supposed to be in business mode, is all," he smiled.
"There's more to live and love than sex. I want to explore it all with you," she said.
"I want that, too," he replied. "It just gets hard to think of anything else sometimes, with the way your skin looks in the sunlight and the way your hair keeps catching at the corner of your smile. Plus I know I don't get to have you all the time, so when we're here together, I just... want you... so hard."
Melissa reached up and stroked the back of his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair.
"How do you always know just what to say to make my heart pound like this?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just say what I feel, is all, and try to be honest," he replied.
"And that is what makes you so different from any other man I've known," she said, scratching his neck gently.
"I can't stop loving you," he said.
"I don't want you to stop," she replied.
"But it hurts when I think of you going home to him."
"Oh, Tim," she began. "I know, Baby. Trust me when I say that if the world could accept our love, I would divorce Kevin in a heartbeat to be with you."
"It's not even the sex that makes me hurt," he continued. "It's the fact that he clearly doesn't love you."
"There's something I need to tell you, Tim," she said.
Tim looked at her expectantly, fearfully. He couldn't tell if this something was going to be good or bad.
"Okay," he replied quietly.
"I... first of all, a lot happened yesterday, and I want to tell you about all of it. But right now, I think this is the most important thing that I need to say."
Tim watched her silently.
"Last night, I was on the bed, half naked, playing with myself," she began.
"So far, so good," Tim said to break the ice.
Melissa smiled, but then sobered up.
"Kevin walked in on me."
Tim's eyes fell to his lap.
"I guess the sight of me, you know, fingering myself really turned him on, and he climbed on top of me. I didn't want him. I was so mad at him. I just wanted to touch myself and think of you and was looking for a quiet moment to play with my pussy and remember all of the wonderfulness from our first time... times together."
Tim just continued to stare at his fingers. Melissa didn't want to continue, but she knew she had to. She wanted to be honest with Tim, even when it hurt them.
"When he pushed his cock in my mouth, I could taste pussy on it. I realized that he must not have showered since he had fucked Stacey. Maybe they had even done it earlier that day. I don't know. But then I realized that you had cum in me earlier that day and I was scared that if he tasted you on me...
"I figured the best thing to do was just to get it over with. He was saying stupid things trying to turn me on and failing. So I just told him to shut up and fuck me. But when he was in me, I... I couldn't get over the taste of pussy on my lips from his cock. And... my imagination started going places. I... I started thinking about Stacey, and... Tim, I got so turned on thinking about Stacey."
Tim looked up at her and nodded.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm not really surprised about that," he said.
"You're not? I sure was," she replied.
"No, I could tell that you... like her, I guess," he said.
"What? How?" she asked.
"Well every time that you bitch about her, you always do it with a compliment like 'that pretty little slut' or 'that hot little trollop'," he said.
"I do?" she asked, incredulously.
"Yep," he said.
"Huh," she replied.
Tim smiled, turned towards her in his seat and pulled her hand off the steering wheel to hold in his lap.
"I got jealous there for a minute. I'm sorry about that. I don't want to make you feel bad for having sex with the man you made your vows to. I love you, Melissa, and I will try to find a way to let you be everything that you need to be," he said. "Even if you need to be his wife... or a lesbian," he added.
Melissa's eyes were flooded, and then she choked out a laugh at the end of his statement. She lifted the hand in his lap to touch his face.
"So you knew I liked Stacey, huh?" she recovered. "Well, you were right. It was a total surprise to me, though. I.. uh, pushed Kevin out of me so that I could coat my fingers in my juices and lick them off and pretend that it was Stacey's cunt I was licking."
Tim's eyes got big. "Wow," he said.
"Yeah, of course, Kevin is in his own little world as usual, thinking that I'm trying to turn him on. Eventually, I got sick of him, and while he was in the middle of... fucking me... I challenged him about Stacey until eventually he admitted it. But... I... I kept fucking him. Somehow, it started to turn me on, thinking about him fucking her. He said he still loved me, but I realized I didn't care anymore. Despite the fact that I felt like I was cheating on you in that moment, I still felt like all my future rested with you."
Tim squeezed her hand.
"I told him that I had cheated on him too. I didn't tell him who I had done it with. He got turned on by that. He eventually guessed that it was you, and... this really surprised me... he said that he wouldn't tell anyone, that I deserved someone nice, and that he was glad you were nice to me."
Melissa's eyes teared up.
"Then I told him that I loved you. He said that he loved Stacey. And we kind of... accepted that we were just going to be with different people."
"Wow," Tim whispered.
Melissa nodded. "I know. Then I told him that I had your cum in me when he was fucking me, and he threw me down on the bed and ate me out. He was.. excited... to know that I had been with someone else. I guess all we ever needed to keep our marriage healthy was to fuck other people." She scoffed.
"Do you still love him?" Tim asked.
"Yes," she said quietly. "But mostly in a pitying sort of way. I don't love love him. I just, hate him less and am capable of caring about him at all now. But I meant it when I said that I could just divorce him and be with you, Tim. I know he will only hurt me again. He's too selfish and childish to really love me the way I want, need to be loved. But you're not. You're so much more mature than him."
Tim lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Have I hurt you, Tim?" she asked.
He stared quietly at the road in front of them for a moment then said, "I tried to brace myself for what it would feel like. I wasn't ready. As you told your story, I got angry at him. I felt left out by you and a little lonely because you were having an intimate moment that I couldn't be a part of. And then I realized how lucky I am that you were willing to tell me all of this, that you made me a part of it by sharing it with me."
"See, what I mean?" she said. "You've only been alive for thirteen years, but you have more wisdom than men twice your age."
Tim smiled at her.
"There was something else that happened while I was fucking my husband," she said.
"Oh?" Tim asked.
"I told him that I was turned on by Stacey. Which, of course, really turned him on. And he said that he wants to have a threesome with me and her."
"Wow," Tim said. "Do you want that?"
"I... I think she's really pretty, sexy even. I still harbor at least a little resentment towards her. She was not innocent in the part where he was cheating on me."
"But I was not innocent in the part where you were cheating on him," Tim pointed out.
"True. What do you think, Tim? I know it's a lot to put on you, and I'm not saying that I'm going to do it. But I want to know what you think, how you feel."
"You're right. She is pretty. It would probably be hot. God, the thought of your pretty face going down on a pretty girl's pussy. Of your beautiful mouth kissing another beautiful mouth..."
Melissa felt Tim's cock stir in his pants under her hand. She brushed her hand against his bulge.
"I think she's beautiful," Melissa said, "and there's a part of me that would like to explore these newfound feelings of lust toward her. But I feel hesitant about the part where Kevin will be involved."
"Hmmm," Tim mused.
"How crazy is this? We just fell in love, and here I am presenting you with the possibility of your new girlfriend fucking another girl. Am I just a crazy slut?"
"Well..." Tim joked, and Melissa grabbed his cock.
"This turns you on," she pointed out.
"Yeah," he said, lifting his pelvis to press against her hand.
"I've come to terms with the idea of you fucking Kevin," Tim said. "I think. And, clearly I'm turned on at the idea of you and Stacey together."
"Clearly," Melissa said, squeezing his cock as she rubbed it.
"So, yes," he said.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Do it. Do them. But you have to promise to tell me all about it," he said.
Melissa's heart pounded in her chest.
"Tim, are you sure?"
"Mostly," he responded.
They were quiet for a moment. Then Tim said, "If this helps bring peace to your marriage and keeps everything under the radar so that you and I can be together, then... yes."
Melissa pulled over onto the shoulder and stopped the car. She grabbed Tim's face and kissed him.
"All I really want is you, Tim. The rest is just fluff. I don't care if my marriage crumbles. I don't care if I have to leave Kevin. It would be harder, making it on my own financially, not having the free rent from the church. But I know I can do anything, tackle anything as long as I can be with you."
"I love you, Melissa. I will ride out any storm with you."
"It will be very stormy, at times," she told him.
"Oh," she remembered, "I also told him that I'm a pagan now."
Tim laughed as she pulled the car back onto the road.
"Excuse me," Melissa whispered to the librarian behind the desk. "Where would I find information about Greek goddesses?" she asked.
The librarian stepped around the desk and motioned for them to follow her. Tim caught Melissa looking at the young woman's ass as they followed, and he pinched her. She glared up at him with a smile.
"Was there any one goddess you and your..." she looked Tim up and down, noting how young he looked compared to Melissa, but not young enough to be a son.
"Student," Melissa offered. "Tim is doing research for our Sunday school class on false gods."
The librarian raised her eyebrows as if to say yeah, right but merely asked, "So just general Greek goddesses?"
The lady led them down an aisle and knelt down to scan the shelves near the bottom. Her pencil skirt rode up her thighs, and Melissa reached back behind her and grabbed Tim's hand.
"Right here," the librarian indicated the shelf in front of her, looking up at Melissa over her glasses.
Melissa was speechless, looking down at the woman.
"Thank you," Tim said, and the woman got up and walked away.
Melissa turned around and buried her face in Tim's chest when they were alone.
"Why didn't you just push her down on the floor and straddle her face?" Tim joked.
Melissa hit him playfully on the chest.
"Was I that obvious?" she asked.
"But she was hot, though, right?"
Tim nodded again with raised eyebrows for emphasis.
"Should I go get her and invite her to join us in the bathroom?" Melissa asked, turning to go after the woman.
Tim pulled her back, catching her in his arms and kissing her on the mouth.
Melissa melted under his lips but then stiffened and pushed him away.
"Not here!" she whispered loudly, hitting him on the chest again.
Melissa knelt down where the librarian had been, and Tim watched as her skirt slid up her thigh as well. She ran her finger along the spines of the books and pulled a few of them out, handing them up to Tim.
They found a table in an empty corner and sat down next to each other to get started. Melissa found references to Artemis and rain and told Tim how she thought that the rains that night had been because of the goddess.
"What about flowers?" Tim asked. "Is there a goddess of flowers?"
Melissa ran her finger down the index, looking.
"There's a Melissa," she said, looking at Tim.
She turned to the page and quietly read the passage to Tim.
"Apparently, there was a nymph named Melissa who discovered honey and shared it with men. She became the guardian of the bees, and that's the Greek work for bee is Melissa."
"That's cool," Tim whispered.
"And there was a priestess of the goddess Demeter named Melissa who was initiated by the goddess herself. She refused to reveal the secret mysteries of her order to her neighbors, so they tore her apart, and Demeter turned her body into a swarm of bees and...." Melissa gasped.
"What?" Tim asked.
"Scholars have also learned that Melissa was the name of the moon goddess Artemis," she whispered.
Melissa and Tim looked at each other, searching each other's eyes. Tim reached out and touched her cheek.
"Oh, my Goddess," he whispered.
"Tim," she whimpered.
"You are Her. You are the Moon. You are Artemis," he said, and then he kissed her.
Melissa's eyes began to fill with water, and Tim felt her tear fall down upon the hand that held her cheek. He brought it to his lips.
Melissa stood up, pulling Tim with her. She strode purposefully toward the back of the library until she found a small study room. She dragged him in and sank down below the window in the door, pushing her back against the door.
Tim knelt in front of her and reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down, lifting her feet one-by-one to slip them off. He hung them on the door knob.
Melissa slid down to the floor and spread her legs wide. Tim kissed her mouth fervently as she touched herself, until she pushed his head down to her warm and waiting snatch.
She shuddered as he lapped at her folds. Her breath quickened, and she buried her fingers in his hair, pushing him down against her yearning sex.
"Oh, Melissa," he moaned. "My Goddess, Melissa."
She panted. Tim rose up and kissed her with his sloppy lips.
"I worship you," he whispered.
"Oh, Tim," she shuddered.
"My Flower, my Moon, my Goddess," he crooned as he nibbled on her neck, slipping his finger inside of her pussy.
"Unhhh, Tim, my Darling," she replied breathily.
When he kissed her mouth again, she pushed him off and whispered, "Get your cock out and lay down."
Tim scrambled to get his pants down and pull his dick out as he stayed hunched below the level of the window. Then he lay down in the narrow space. He was too long to fit, so he had to bend his knees.
"Make sure your feet are blocking the door so that nobody can walk in on us," she whispered.
When he did, Melissa crawled up onto him, positioning herself above his dick, pushing her back against his knees to keep herself above him. Once his head met her entrance, though, she sank down on him and took his full length into her in one stroke. Then she reached behind herself to brace against the floor with her hands and started raising her hips up and pushing back down.
Her skirt covered his chest, so Tim lifted it up to take a look at the action he felt beneath it, and he was amazed at the sight of her pussy embracing his dick, coating him with her milky moisture as she rode up and down on him.
"Oh, you're so beautiful," he whispered.
She continued to fuck herself on his pole, sliding up and down on him, quickening her pace as her need grew. Trying to keep quiet, she merely gasped, never speaking a word. The sight of her drove Tim crazy. He started pushing up against her, thrusting into her as she came down on him. Melissa braced herself on his knees behind her and rode him harder.
"Uh, uh, uh," she gasped with each thrust.
Tim bit his lip, watching under her skirt, feeling her moisture coat him as her pussy built towards it climax.
"Oh, unhhhh," she cried quietly.
"Oh, Melissa, yes," he whispered.
"Cum with me, Tim," she said. "I"m close. Oh, please. Cum inside me. Unh!"
Tim thrust up, feeling his balls tighten.
"Mmmm, Melissa, oh, yes," he whimpered.
"Yes, Tim," she said. "Fill me."
"Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnn," he groaned as his cock spasmed and shot his sperm into her. "Ohhh, I'm cumming, Darling," he whimpered.
Melissa held her breath, pumping up and down on him, biting her lip to keep from screaming. She whimpered and grunted until with a crash, she sank down on him and felt herself release a flood to match his.
She bent over him, face to face, panting and looking her lover in the eye.
"You are my Goddess, Melissa,"he whispered, brushing a strand of her hair away from the sweat on her cheek.
"You are my God, Tim," she whispered back, and she kissed him, locking her mouth on his as he spasmed inside of her and she clenched around him.
"I feel so blasphemous," she said.
"Fuck yeah," he replied.
She smiled and kissed him again and then crawled off. She then positioned herself with her pussy over his face as he continued to lay on the floor and her head above his cock.
"You clean me, and I'll clean you," she said, and he felt her take his still somewhat full member in her mouth.
Melissa jumped when she felt Tim lick her. In this position, his tongue hit her clitoris first. He savored the taste of their cum mixed together as he lapped at her messy cunt and felt her mouth sliding up and down him, making him get hard again.
Eventually, Melissa climbed up off of him and stood in front of the window so that he could get up and tuck his cock back into his pants. Then he covered the window while she slipped her panties back on.
The quietly slipped out of the study room, looking around to see if anyone had noticed, but there was no one around. They went back to their table and gathered up the books.
"I want to get a library card so we can take these home," she whispered.
"You go ahead. There's one more thing I want to get," he told her.
She quickly pecked him on the lips and then walked off toward the front desk. Tim wondered for a moment whether the sexy librarian would know that Melissa had been fucking, then shook his head to clear it.
When Tim walked up to the desk a few minutes later, he had a few photocopied pages in his hand. Melissa had filled out her request and was waiting on the librarian to fill out her card.
"You have very pretty eyes," Melissa said to the woman who looked up at her just then.
There was a moment that passed where the woman looked at Melissa dumbfounded for a moment with a dropped jaw before smiling.
"Thank you," she said. "I love your hair. I can never pull off a french braid."
Tim placed his arm on the small of Melissa's back and scratched her lightly. She looked up at him with a grin, and he smiled down at her.
"Here you go, Melissa," the librarian said, handing her her card. Then she stamped each book and handed them to Melissa.
"I hope you and your..." the librarian looked Tim up and down again, "...student enjoy studying about the goddesses," she said.
"Thanks," said Melissa scooping up the books into her arms. "And by the way, you also have an incredible ass."
Then Melissa turned and walked away toward the front door, never looking back.
Tim and the librarian both stood dumbfounded. The librarian blushed and made eye contact with Tim.
"It's true," he said, and then he scurried off after Melissa.
He caught up with her just in time to get the door for her, and the stepped out into the sunshine, giggling. Melissa dumped the books into Tim's arms and then led him to her car. They slipped inside. Tim set the books in the floorboard at his feet, and when he leaned up to buckle his seatbelt, he found Melissa's mouth on his.
"Mmmmm, I love you, Baby," she told him.
"That was hot," he said. "Everything that just happened in there was so hot."
"Do you think she liked me?" Melissa asked.
"I know I do," Tim chuckled.
"Oh, no," Melissa gasped. "Did I make you jealous?"
"No, Darling. Only hot. The only thing you made me feel was just so fucking hot," he said.
"So you would be okay with me and that woman..." she said, walking her fingers up the buttons of his shirt, "kissing, licking each other? Would you like to watch me shove my fingers into her pussy and make her cum?"
"Unh," Tim groaned.
"What if she wanted to suck on your cock? Imagine those full lips of hers wrapped around your prick, and her big, doe eyes looking up at you?"
"Mmmmphh," Tim squirmed.
Melissa leaned in and whispered in his ear, "What if I begged you to fill her pussy with your cum so that I could lick it out of her?"
"Uhhhnnngh," he grunted. "Stop. Oh, you're going to make me cum in my pants."
Melissa kissed him and then leaned back in her seat.
"All that fucking and flirting has made me hungry," she said. "Let's find a place to eat."
She turned the key and pulled out onto the street.
After a few blocks, Melissa pulled into a spot in front of a small storefront restaurant with a shingle over the door that read "Mama's".
"I didn't know they had one of these here," she said. "Come on. This place is delicious. I ate at one in town the other day, and the bread was to die for."
As they walked in the front door, a little bell tinkled. Melissa was taken aback that the interior was laid out exactly like the one in Lone Pine. She got a queer feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she grabbed Tim's hand.
A young girl with blonde hair came from the kitchen to greet them at the front. Melissa's mouth dropped open when she recognized her as the same girl from the Lone Pine location. She took Melissa's free hand and guided them to a table. The girl's Mama came out as well, and greeted them as they sat down.
"Welcome back, Melissa," she said.
"Is this the...? How can...?" Melissa stammered, looking from the girl to her mother to Tim.
"It will all make sense in time," Mama told her. "For now, you must eat.. We have your dinner prepared for you."
The girl and her mother disappeared into the kitchen, and Melissa stared after them.
"What's going on?" Tim asked. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."
"Tim, I don't know what's going on. But there's something I should have told you. I found this place in downtown Lone Pine yesterday and had lunch there. It was amazing. I bought a little statue to put on my bookshelf to represent Artemis, and I've been praying to it," she stammered.
"Like this one?" Tim asked, touching a wooden statue of a woman on the far edge of their table by the wall.
Melissa's eyes locked onto it, and her jaw dropped.
"Exactly like it," she said, picking it up.
She looked at the base and saw a streak of shiny, crumbly, clear coating, like glaze from a donut. It was in the exact spot where she had wiped their cum from her pussy.
"Tim!" she exclaimed. "This is my statue!"
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