Midnight Memory

At church on Sunday, singing, the female choristers on one side, the males on the other as always, his eyes were just locked on her throughout. She could feel the intensity of his stare, feel her dampness rise as she had flashbacks of him just taking her mouth, of his face between her thighs, of his rigid cock pounding into her, of his cum still leaking from her even hours after he had left. Then embarrassment at remembering the trip to the chemist for the morning after pill.

Then as church broke up she looked for him but he was gone, disappointment weighed hevily on her, but as she walked home, again, the car pulled up alongside her. She at least heard it this time and didn't jump into a bush.

She accepted his offer of a lift, again jumping into the car beside him.

As he pulled away, his hand moved onto her thigh, sliding up her tights, under her skirt. Immediately rising to seek out her groin.

He gripped the tights fabric at the top of her thigh with a firm tug, ripped the gusset open, pressing his hand inside as he drove.

His thick fingers pressing over the already damp fabric of her knickers. Almost pushing them inside her.

"Oh fuck.." She couldn't believe her was fingering her while he drove up her own street in broad daylight. He'd pulled her knickers aside and curled one, then two fingers into her, then as he pulled up outside her door, he slid them from her, presenting them to her mouth, pressing them against her lips.

She opened her mouth and let him slide them in. Tasting herself on him, her own wetness coating her lips. "Good girl!" He said. Then "in you go." Nodding to her toward the house.

She felt the wave of disappointment again that he wasn't going to join her, but as she climbed from the car, and closed the door, one of those soft-close mechanisms the high-end German cars had, his door opened and he got out too. He just wasn't waiting to be asked, not that she had thought to ask.

Again he followed her up the path, and into the house and on, into the kitchen.

She set her bag on the table, and he was behind her again. She didn't even get the kettle turned on this time, he just gripped her arms, bent her over the table, hoisted up her skirt, and ripped what was left of her tights wide open. Firmly, he tugged her knickers across her arse cheek then went into his pocket and took out. a small bottle before dropping his trousers to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them aside, his keys sliding from the pocket and across the floor.

Delia was laid across the table, looking straight at the mirror on the wall. She watched him uncap the bottle, puzzled, then felt the warm slick liquid as he poured it between her arse cheeks, then watched as he drizzled it in a line along his already hard cock.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK..." she thought in a panic as she felt his hard cock press immediately against her tight ass.. "He cant do that.." Then she felt the pressure, the transfer of his weight pressing down against her tight asshole. She gripped the tables edge, groaning in discomfort, pain, as she felt tightness forced open around his thick girth, looking up at him in the mirror, her eyes full of fear, almost begging, mouth hanging open in semi-pain but a hint of pleasure rising there too. He caught it and the look seemed to just spur him on.

Deeper and deeper he forced his big, thick, cock into her super tight ass until she could feel his thighs pressing hard against her arse cheeks, the tables edge digging into the fronts of her soft thighs. She realised she was gripping him extra tightly too, clenching her nervous ass around his thick girth and that if she consciously tried to ease off so did the discomfort, and the pleasure grew, He slowly withdrew, for the first time, almost all the way out. She felt ever ripple and sinew of his meaty cock, every swollen vein, then he pushed back in, deep again, hard, the ripples of his cock firing her nerve endings as they forced their way into her, his swollen engorged-ness filling her in a way she'd never been filled before. Seeing the pleasure on his face as his rhythm built and his thighs thumped against your smooth curved arse, stirring a new feeling deep within her pussy.

Her juices were flowing freely, her orgasm building to a new level, crying out as spasms flooded her body, waves of her essence began to gush from her, not in a spray, but small waves, little floods, brief deluges pouring from some hidden reservoir within her, over the table dripping from the edge of it into a pool on her floor, running down her thighs, soaking into the torn remnants of her tights.

The wetter she got, the more firmly he fucked her tight ass. Not like he had her pussy after practice, a bit less savage, he knew to be just a little gentler, but still urgently, hungrily, then he was driving deeper, harder, grunting and gasping loudly. It felt like he pinned her to the table with his cock, his hands pushed down firmly on her shoulders she felt him swell and surge again like he had in her mouth and in her pussy. With an animalistic growl he emptied himself, deep inside her ass, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his hot cum flooding into her.

After a few moments he pulled out, but made he stay there in position, he took his phone from his trouser pocket on the floor and slowly filmed her, between her thighs, the pool of her cum on the table and floor, her torn wet tights, the thick bead of his cum now seeping from her tight ass and trickling down over her sodden pussy.. her gripped her hair and turned her face to the mirror, filmed her face in the reflection, then leant his phone against the mirror in front of her, and hit play so she could see his cum seeping from her ass while her returned behind her. His hand pressing between her thighs, he started to massaged his river of cum and her wetness into her pussy, fingers pushing deep, taking his time, savouring her. wetness, making her cum again with his fingers, then again... then again... until she was utterly exhausted.

"Now, lets grab a shower," he said helping her upright again, the implication clear.. he wasn't done with her yet..