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“  James and Katherine: Part 9   As his blood finally decided to return to his brain, James slowly came to realize that they were both shaking. Holding on tight. He had released her arms and legs and they were now wrapped around him...
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 James and Katherine: Part 9

                    As his blood finally decided to return to his brain, James slowly came to realize that they were both shaking. Holding on tight. He had released her arms and legs and they were now wrapped around him lazily sliding up and down his thighs and torso, caressing him softly. After all the grunting and cursing they had done the silence now seemed like something magical. He had never felt anything like this with anyone. Never cum so hard. His cock was still inside her, throbbing in a final effort to give her every last drop before it began that exquisitely slow slide out of her pussy. 

            They were both breathing hard. Taking in large gasps of air as they gazed at each other through glazed eyes finally daring to let the fatigue show. Katherine’s hair was a mess. So were her clothes for that matter since they didn’t give each other much of a chance to get undressed before tearing into each other. Her makeup was ruined, mascara was running down her face and her lipstick was everywhere. She was a heaving, orgasm ravaged wreck and she was even more beautiful than he had ever seen her. James let out a slight laugh as he looked down at himself. His own clothes were done.  His shirt torn open with buttons hopelessly missing and his pants were pulled down around his ankles. Soon they were both smiling, all tension leaving the room. As he rose and pulled up his pants he kissed the palm of her hand. He rose on unsteady legs and tried his best not to collapse on the way to the door.

                As he opened the door to leave he turned, “See you tomorrow, Mrs.Cartier.” She was still laying across the couch in a beautiful, erotic mess.

             “Katherine, James. And, yes, tomorrow.”

              Outside, James climbed into the cabin of his pick-up. He was completely exhausted and despite his heroic effort getting to the door his legs were made of rubber right now. He managed to drive five blocks just to save face before pulling over to rest. He woke two hours later. Once he got home he planned on a very cold shower and some solid sleep. It was only four more days to graduation. After that it was really going to be “Katherine” and not “Mrs.Cartier”. James’ tired thoughts turned to the future. A future filled with long legs and fierce green eyes. The house was empty. Quiet. He fell asleep smiling.

                   As the door closed behind him, Katherine struggled to find just enough energy to take her to her purse. She lit up a cigarette and took in a long, cooling breath. Noticing the damage to the couch, not only the stains but actual structural damage they had caused, she sighed wondering where she was going to get the money for a new couch on a teacher’s salary. She could always blow old Mr.Vorson at the furniture store but after tonight even the thought was repulsive. For some reason she still had one heel on. She kicked it off as she reached for her cell-phone.

               “Hello. Oh, hello Andrea. Is my daughter around? Thank you. Put her on please? I’ll wait……Laura, hello, Sweetheart. Mommy has a surprise for you, dear. Yes. I’ve finally found you a partner. Yes. Yes. We will discuss it when you come home tomorrow morning. Have fun tonight, Sweetheart. Bye-Bye.”          

               Katherine leaned back for a moment. Her very sore and very well-fucked pussy a total mess between her legs. She took another drag on the cigarette. She definitely needed a bath, a long hot relaxing bath. She had not taken a pounding like that in years and she was out of shape.She smirked to herself. Out of shape. Face facts, Lady, you are now officially “Old”. You could be kind and use ‘Milf’ but very few Milf’s bothered to compete. But now, Laura and James. Those two.

The League won’t know what hit them.