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Every muscle in Smith’s body spasmed simultaneously as he ejaculated. His cock swelled until it strained his skin tight and fired the first shot into Molly’s vagina. Sperm rushed from the shaft of Smith’s cock and blasted from the head in a hard squirt, sending the first wave of hot liquid flowing up into Molly’s womb. A second heavy blast leapt from Smith’s pulsating cock, followed a couple seconds later by a third. Smith pressed his face into Molly’s as he cried out in pleasure with each spasm of climax. His entire body jarred and shook with each wave of orgasm and his open mouth mushed itself over Molly’s cheek with every shockwave.
Molly felt Smith’s semen squirting inside her. The hot juice spilled over her cervix and coated her insides. With every squirt, she could feel his cock flexing and pulsating against her vaginal walls. She wept as he came inside her. Semen flooded over Smith’s cock, and as he pulled back slightly, a large dollop of thick white sperm pulled out of Molly’s cunt and down the crack of her ass before dripping down onto the carpet in a small puddle. Smith kissed Molly’s face furiously as he came, his hand clamped behind her head pulling her face up to him and grasping a handful of soft curly hair that was still slightly damp and smelled of floral shampoo. The fourth and fifth shots delivered less of the hot, sticky mess but were no less intense. By the sixth shot, Smith was pretty much dry, but the spasms of climax continued for another half-dozen violent contractions.
Finally spent, Smith collapsed on top of Molly with his face in her hair. His chest heaved as he sucked in huge breaths of air and his entire body twitched as his muscles spasmed with the release of post-orgasmic energy. Molly lay beneath him, arms and legs splayed to the sides, sobbing pitifully while being pressed under his dead weight. Smith’s breath roared in her ear as he snuggled his face into her hair. The lay awhile in their obscene embrace until Smith lifted himself onto the elbow under Molly’s shoulder and slowly rolled himself off her, collapsing next to her on the floor.
Smith and Molly lay next to each other on the living room floor, he in the glow of victory and conquest and she in the gloom of shame and defeat. Her left arm was pinned under his mid back and his right arm was pinned under her neck, his right leg still draped over and tangled with her left thigh and her left foot lying against his calf. Smith’s cock flopped over his right hip, wet with the warm mixture of sperm and vaginal fluid. Even now, completely spent, Smith’s cock was beginning to stir as the Viagra began to override the body’s need to recuperate. He lay for a while, regaining his strength and enjoying the sight, feel and smell of the squirming woman trying to pull free of him.
Molly lay for a moment sucking in deep breaths of air, finally able to breathe free of Smith’s weight. Her left arm and leg were pinned under Smith. Between her thighs, Molly could feel the sticky wetness inside her and the crawly trickle of sperm as it slid down her battered crotch. Her vagina throbbed and ached as if someone had driven a wedge of wood inside her. Sex was one thing, she was used to sex. This was different. This was a lightning attack, an unsolicited invasion for which nothing could prepare her physically or emotionally. The suddenness and brutality of the attack had taken her completely by surprise and Smith had hurt her deeply. She lay sobbing next to him, and taking a peek between the twin mounds of her bite-mark imprinted breasts, Molly could see Smith’s horrible cock already begin to play on his hip with new life.
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