Well, it was 4 a.m when I left Wendy and Mary's apartment, as you may recall, having fucked them both and discharged a monster load of creamy cum all over Wendy and her bed. I went back home and got two hours of sleep before having to get up and ready for work. I didn't regret a moment until about midway through the afternoon when I was suddenly tired.

Oh well, I thought. I'll sleep good tonight, go to bed early.

I was feeling a little odd about just bursting in on the girls though, so I decided to stop on my way home at Wendy's. Make formal amends for my shenanigans of the night before.

I rang the bell.

Mary answered the door. Her chestnut colored hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, heavy-frame dark glasses. Tan blouse and striped skirt. She looked like the librarian you always hoped was secretly a nymphomaniac.

"I wanted to apologize for last night," I started.

"Why, didn't you think it was any good?" she countered.

"Outstanding as a matter of fact, but the way in which I gained entry needs excusing."

"I liked it once I got used to it," she smirked.

"I was talking about getting into the apartment," I clarified, feeling like I was blushing.

"Oh, so was I" she lied. "Wendy isn't here. Her class doesn't let out for another hour."

"Well, I'll just call her then, thanks," I said, starting to turn and make my departure from the doorstep. A slender hand gripped my upper arm. "No hurry," Mary said, drawing me into the apartment.

"Oh," was all I was able to mutter.

The door was closed behind me and Mary started to unbutton her blouse. "We've got 45 minutes. Fuck me again," she said. "I was a good screw last night, right?"

"Yeah, a great virgin screw as a matter of fact." She was in fact a great fuck. A natural.

She started to remove her glasses but I shook my head to mean not to do so. "I like glasses," I said.

She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She had a pretty nice hourglass figure, even if her tits were only 32s. I saw a damp spot growing on the front of her white cotton panties and my hand dropped automatically to the growing bulge in my pants.

Mary smiled and she unfastened my belt, kissing me on the lips as her hand probed the zipper, and having found the handle pulled it downward slowly. I could hear the sound of the fly being opened, felt the bulge as my cock struggled to be free.

"That's a sexy sound," I said when she came up for air, her tongue licking the side of my neck.

"What is?" she asked.

"The sound of you helping yourself to my cock," I said, working a finger inside her wet panties. She moaned as I stroked her bald pink cunt.

"Pound me, take me to 'the boards'" she cooed as her fingers wrapped around my cock.

I put my head between her breasts. She was wearing a fragrance that I'd call "Fuck me until you have nothing left to put into me." It made me even harder, and she could feel it.

"Oh, it's growing."

"I call it the bulldog," I whispered.

She whistled softly. "Here boy! Come here boy! Come and get it!"

"Let me look at the doghouse," I said, pulling her panties down and off of her legs. She sat down on the couch and I dropped to my knees and ate her sweet cunt. It tasted like apples. Big juicy apples, and the cider was flowing thick.

I inserted a finger and drove it in as far as my knuckle. She moaned and pulled my head to her pussy. It was sensitive to the touch, and especially to the tongue going in and out and around it. It was almost electric. Hyper-sensitive.

"I'm ready," she moaned.

"Let's see how the bulldog likes this new doghouse," I moaned as I filled her cunt with meat.

"Oh God, it's so tight," she shrieked. "Uh-uh-uh-oh yes-I love being pounded-oh, uh, uh, fuck me harder" she demanded.

I drove her, on the end of my cock, into the back of the couch. We tipped the couch and it went over backwards, and we went with it. My cock still locked by her pussy into the pleasure zone.

"That dog really hangs on, doesn't he?" she commented. "What kid of dog is that again?"

"Bulldog," I said.

"Shit, he's more like a Bull Mastiff for size," she groaned.

"Thanks."

"No, thank YOU for turning him loose on me!" she smirked.

We laughed, but we never slowed down on the fuck.

"Wrap your legs Mary, wrap your legs around me," I said.

She wrapped my body against hers, my cock and her cunt becoming one. Our hips moved in unison.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I said.

"What lover?" she asked.

"You're a terrific screw-I love-fucking this cunt," and I pounded down on her. Her head finally fell backwards as she came in a strong gush. She went suddenly pale.

"When do you cum?" she said a moment later, gasping for air.

"Where do you want it?" I said, showing her the glistening cock just pulled from her cunt.

"All over me," she squealed.

"Open wide and taste our fuck," I said as I drove my bulldog into her face. She gurgled as my cock slid over her tongue and toward her open throat.

"That's your lollipop, your meat treat, your all-day sucker Baby," I said. I felt her start to lick my cock as if it were the most delicious sucker she's ever had. "Slow down, make it last Baby, and you'll get more out of it."

She sucked and licked me for 2-3 minutes and then I felt the rush that precedes a large dose of cum being administered to a beautiful woman.

I pulled my cock from her lips just as the first blast came out, and I saw her head jerk back.

The second blast got her glasses and her lovely brown hair was streaked with my tapioca pudding.

The third blast hit her beneath the nose and in her still open mouth.

"Swallow. Swallow Mary," I said, and she did as I said. What she didn't capture in her mouth ran from her glasses and hair and nose down onto her open blouse. A stream of white started at the base of her throat and ran down between her tits until it disappeared. Large globs of sperm were floating down the creamy white river of cum onto her stomach, staining her blouse. The sweet smell of fresh cum filled our nostrils.

"Good dog. Very good dog," she sighed, licking my balls gently.

She licked me clean, and I finger-fucked her cunt for a few moments. Then we put the couch back into place and she went to get cleaned up. I grabbed a wet rag and cleaned myself in the kitchen. She had just emerged from the bathroom in a terrycloth robe when we heard the unmistakable sound of keys in the door.

Wendy walked in, 20 minutes earlier than expected, and there we stood.

"I just stopped by to see you, but Mary was just telling me about your late class," I said.

"You just got here?" she said.

"Yes, and I can't stay. I just wanted to say I was sorry about the stunt I pulled last night."

"Well, I guess I can forgive you this once-can you stay?"

"Well," I said, "that adventure wore me out so I'd better get home and get some rest."

Somehow I didn't believe that Mary would share too much of our couch frolic with her.