Everything seems quiet and she gets up and walks to the bathroom to see if Bobby is still sleeping.  Peeking through the door she can see his bed is empty and she pushes his door open and walks in.  Bobby is not in his room so Rhonda walks towards the kitchen wearing only her short nightshirt.  The house is completely empty and Rhonda is visibly disappointed that she was not caught in her nightshirt. 

 Rhonda makes coffee and sits at the table thinking of all she needs to do today. She dresses in her Gym clothes and straightens her room before cleaning and straightening Bobby's.  She pulls out Bobby's stack of porn magazines and looks through the titles noticing the enticing pictures on the covers.  Straightening the stack she puts all of his books together including the ones under his covers and neatly stacks them under his bed.  A piece of white material catches her eye and she looks in his pillow case to find her panties.  This makes her smile and she knows that he has been fantasizing about her.  Standing there wondering what he could possibly be thinking of doing to her she puts her panties back into his pillow case.

 With her shopping list in hand Rhonda makes a trip to the grocery store and finds Bobby at home when she arrives.  Bobby comes outside to help carry in the groceries and Rhonda smiles at him saying, "What got you out of the house so early this morning?"  "I had football practice at 6 am.  You looked like you were sleeping pretty sound so I just grabbed something to eat." He replied.  Immediately she concludes that he had to have seen her sleeping and this warms her nicely.  Walking towards the door with him following she knows his eyes have to be on her butt and she shakes it a little harder then normal.

 She can't help but wish she was wearing clothes that were a little sexier as she was putting the groceries away with Bobby sitting at the bar watching her.  As they talk he tells her that one of the other players, Ivan, would like to come by today and see one of the other rooms.  Rhonda smiles to Bobby saying, "Thank you.  I appreciate your helping me find tenants.  Tell him that anytime is fine."  Bobby picks up the phone and calls Ivan.

 Rhonda changes into her new white dress and looks at herself in the mirror.  It shows off her breast nicely with a generous amount of cleavage but seems to be a little longer than it had looked in the store.  Bending slowly she checks to see at what point her pussy will show and finds that her lack of height makes the dress a little secure.  Bending over completely she looks through her legs at the mirror to see her bare pussy in the mirror and notices Bobby entering the bathroom. 

 Bobby notices her, pausing before saying, "I am going to use the shower."  He reaches to close her door awkwardly and has to move the door stop to do so.  This disappoints Rhonda and she goes to the hall closet to get him a towel.  She listens and waits until she knows that he is nude then knocks on the door and says, "I have a towel for you."  She opens the door to find him already in the shower but can clearly see the shape of his body through the glass.  As she leaves she blocks her bathroom door open again and turns to admire his figure before heading back downstairs. 

 Lunch is on the table as Bobby enters the Kitchen in an obvious good mood and Rhonda takes advantage of this moment to tell him that she is going clothes shopping again and ask if he would like to go along.  Bobby stops when he sees that white dress and says, ?Damn girl you look nice.  Yea, I'll go.  It will be fun.  We just need to be home by 5 when Ivan will be here."

 They head to the mall and Bobby watches as she looks at clothing which is a little boring and when she ask his opinion he tells her just that.  "OK then, you pick out something that you like." Rhonda says.  He looks around and says, "Let?s try a different store."  They walk down the mall to an obvious teenage type clothing store and he starts pointing out things.  Rhonda slows his pointing as she starts grabbing her size in the things he points out.  With a dressing room full of stuff she tells him to have a seat, she will try on the stuff and come out for him so he can see what he thinks. 

 She begins trying on clothing for him and it becomes clear to her that he really seems to like stuff that shows off her body.  The clerks in the store watch her closely as this odd couple picks out different clothing.  I would assume that they don't often see 47 year old little white women laughing and shopping with 19 year old black men.  Rhonda picks out everything that he likes and gives them to the clerks to purchase. 

 With Bobby carrying her sacks they go back out into the mall looking for shoes and some new Gym clothes.  In no time at all they pick out new work out clothing and several pairs of high heel shoes.  Shopping with Bobby, no, shopping for Bobby she cannot wait to start dressing to please this young man.  Bobby beams a smile as people stare at the couple in what can only be called jealousy. 

 When they arrive at home Ivan is already there and shakes Rhonda's hand while noticeably checking her body out.  Rhonda is taken back by this huge man and seems a little timid.  Ivan stands 6' 8" at about 300 lbs and is black as night.  He towers over Rhonda and this intimidates her completely.  He backs off a little and says, "I have heard so much about you."  Rhonda blushes visibly and replies softly, "You are so big.  I guess I haven't heard anything about you."  They laugh and then go inside to see the rooms. 

 Ivan picks a room and tells her that he will take it as this seems like a great place to live.  They head to the kitchen to talk and Rhonda turns several times to find Ivan staring at her body.  Ivan and Bobby elbow each other occasionally laughing at what can only be an inside joke.  Rhonda?s mind races and she knows that this could be a lot of fun.  ?So, what has Bobby told you about me?? Rhonda asks while still working.  The boys chuckle lightly and he replies, ?He tells me everything I can pry out of him.?

 She ask the men if they would like a drink and bends at the waist and grabs Cokes from the refrigerator.  Knowing that they are watching but cannot quite see her pussy, emboldens Rhonda greatly and she becomes a little more flirtatious.  The men enjoy her company and she invites Ivan to have dinner with them.  While fixing dinner the men sit at the table watching Rhonda's every move.  At one point she gets on her hands and knees to retrieve something from a lower cabinet and looks back to catch the men leaning down trying to see up her dress.  She smiles at them and goes on as though nothing happened. 

 After dinner Rhonda shakes hands with Ivan, before he leaves and he agrees to move in tomorrow.  Bobby retires to the living room to watch TV while Rhonda cleans the kitchen.  When finished Rhonda sits with Bobby on the couch and they watch a movie while talking about Bobby's life.  Bobby now seems a lot more relaxed with Rhonda and they talk like old friends.  Rhonda tells him she is going to get ready for bed and gets up and goes upstairs.  Once in her room she starts to remove her dress when she hears a noise from the hall and knows that Bobby has followed her up.  Slowly removing her dress she stands completely naked in front of the dresser and rubs lotion sensuously all over her body.  She can see Bobby standing in the hall watching and tries to work slowly to let him take this all in.  Turning slowly she grabs her robe and removes the tie.  She sees Bobby head back towards the living room and looks at herself in the mirror again.  The short robe barely covers her ass and without the tie will be hard to keep closed.

 When she starts down the stairs she sees Bobby, on the couch, still watching TV.  His eyes lock onto her figure as she approaches and he watches until she sits next to him and gets comfortable.  He scans through the channels and happens upon a soft porn movie.  When he realizes what it is he quickly turns the channel.  "Hey, turn that back." Rhonda says playfully and grabs the remote.  Bobby remains silent as Rhonda watches the scene on TV and laughs at how fake it all looks.  Then in a bold move she asks, "How come I don't ever hear about your girl friends?"  "We broke up." He replied.  "OK, tell me why." She prodded.  He is reluctant to answer when Rhonda says, "That explains why you masturbate so much.  I found the Library under your bed while cleaning and have been seeing your t-shirts wet with the results."  Bobby is taken back and starts to reply when Rhonda cuts him off saying, "Don't worry about it.  We all do it and it?s perfectly natural.  Well, not as often as you do it though."  They both laugh and Bobby tells her that his girl friend just wouldn't have sex with him because he was telling his friends all about her and what they do.

 "Go put on something comfortable.  You surely don't sleep in your clothes."  Rhonda tells him.  Bobby goes and changes into a pair of loose sweat pants and returns to the couch where Rhonda was still sitting, now drinking wine. "Is this better?" He says turning a circle.  "Much better.  Would you care for a beer?  I don't mind if you drink one now and then while at home." She replied.  She gets up to get him a beer and takes her glass for a refill while making sure that her robe fell open just enough to let him have a quick peek.  Handing him the beer she sits next to him and looks through the channels for another dirty movie.  She hits the wrong button and the DVD in the player begins to play.  It is Bobby's and he must have left it in there from earlier today.  Bobby is defensive and starts to remove the DVD when Rhonda reassures him that it is OK and that he should at least let her have a look.  The movie starts with actual sex as the amateur type movie gets under way.  "Oh my!" Coo's Rhonda as this huge black dick enters a white pussy over and over again.  "That is the biggest dick I have ever seen.  You really know how to pick your movies." She said while not taking her eyes off of the TV. 

 The Man pounds this white woman hard for a long time giving her several orgasms and then pulls his dick out.  She regains her control and turns to offer him her mouth.  Rhonda looks to Bobby and ask softly, "Was your girl friend white?"  "No."  Was his reply.  "Don?t you usually masturbate when you watch these movies?? Rhonda asks glancing at him.  The huge black dick on TV disappears into the mouth of the white woman and the man begins actually fucking her throat.  Rhonda lets go of her robe, reaches down and begins to touch her pussy while staring at the TV.  She looks to Bobby who is watching her fingers at work.  His dick, very hard now, presses against his pants making quite a lump.  "Should I assume that you have a thing for white women?" Rhonda asks hungrily.  Bobby does not answer but just stares at her open robe.

 Rhonda stops pleasuring herself and reaches out lightly touching the lump in Bobby's pants.  Her hand gently squeezes and begins to stroke him through his pants.  "I have never touched a black dick before." Rhonda said to Bobby looking into his eyes.  Looking back to her hand she continued, "May I pull it out and touch it?"  Bobby did not reply but just slid his pants down to expose his hard dick.  Rhonda, now extremely excited leaned in closer to him and laid her head on his chest.  One hand ran up his leg to his balls as the other reached for his dick.

 Her mind races as she holds onto the objects that she has only dreamed of.  She stares as her little white hands slowly massage Bobby's manly parts.  "Would mind if this little white lady wanted to be your girlfriend while you look for another one?" Rhonda says lustfully still staring at this marvelous site.  Bobby struggles to regain control and replies hoarsely, "No, I like it better when you stroke my cock." 

 They both watch as the man on TV cums deep into the throat of his white woman causing her to gasp and choke while still giving him her throat and mouth.  As she chokes, sperm comes from her nose as this massive cock over fills her.  When finished he slowly withdraws from her mouth and lays it lewdly across her face while she catches her breath and kisses it.

 Rhonda's head drops slowly bringing his dick to her mouth sucking the head inside licking his cum from the tip.  Her little white hand now stroking this hard black dick into her mouth Rhonda's only thoughts are of bringing this young man pleasure.  Lips parted wide she forces more and more of this dick into her mouth and then starts to bob her head slowly stroking him with her lips. Bobby's hand finds the back of her head but she needs no help.  She is dedicated to her task and continues until Bobby pushes down on her head and does not let her up.  The tip of his dick touches the entrance to her throat and she knows he is about to cum.

 Then his warm juices squirt into her mouth and he relaxes his grip on her head.  Her head lifts and drops again and he pushes down shooting more cum into her mouth.  Expertly she lets him guide her head with his hands learning exactly how he likes his orgasms.  Over and over she does this until the cum slows to a trickle and then she lays there in his lap just sucking on the end of his dick while it begins to soften.

 On the TV the scenes have now changed and a white woman is being fondled by several black men but Bobby is not watching his head is laying back looking straight up into the air, eyes closed with a smile on his face.

     
        The Story man

This story was inspired by a very special slut whom would do anything when excited.

As it was Sal's birthday the next weekend, I took her to a country hotel where I knew we wouldn't be known. I had purposely booked in a honeymoon suite with a four poster bed, jacuzzi, the works. I still hadn't told Sal about Wade replying to my email and thought it would only be reasonable to book a single room for him as he had a long drive and would probably want to stay over himself.

Sal and I spent a glorious evening at the hotel, swimming and taking advantage of the sauna and steam room facilities. After a good meal and a bottle of wine, I knew Sal would be ready for a long loving shag and so with a mixture of excitement and trepidation we went back to the room.

This is where the plan reached fruition. Laying Sal down on the bed, I asked her what she'd like best. "Mmm - I need your tongue buried deep in my cunt, your fingers on my clit and maybe the little one in my arse - you know how tight it is." And what about "Wade?" I enquired - that had now become our pet name for her favourite dildo - the gigantic 12" rubber cock that was as thick as a child's arm clutching a tennis ball.

"Ooh yes" Sal giggled "Wade is always welcome in our bed you know that".

"Since it's your birthday darling, I'd like to give you your present, but you'll have to close your eyes." Although Sal was unaware i had sent Wade a text message to come to our room at 9.30 and join us both.

"Oh God if it's a new dildo or toy i can't wait". I reached over to our bag of tricks, a holdall full of dildos and raunchy gear and pulled out a blindfold. "Put this on !" I ordered and she obediently followed no doubt thrilled by my rejuvenated sexual appetite. I managed to persuade her to let me tie her wrists and ankles to the posts of the bed and so, whilst she had a limited amount of room for manoeuvre she was captive. It was 9.15.

I began by running my tongue up and down her thighs which is a guaranteed turn on for Sal.Her body was squirming as she attempted to meet my tongue with her juicy cunt but i maintained full control of the situation. I wanted to make sure she would be like a tomcat ready for Wade (as if I really need to turn her on first!).

At 9.30 on the dot I saw the handle of the bedroom door turn slowly and the door open. As we had music in the background,Sal was unaware of the noise and in any case was lost in her fantasies (no doubt concerning her young stud) as I licked and stroked her naked body.

Quiet as a mouse Wade slipped out of his clothes until he was standing in just a pair of boxer shorts. His ebony skin glistened in the weak light of the bedroom lamp. Sal would not be disappointed - he was as muscular and defined as in his photos. I motioned for him to take his shorts off and gasped with shock as he stood before me. Sal was right - his penis was incredible, he was hung like Sean Michaels or Lexington Steele - a gigantic cannon of a cock and it was still only semi-hard!

As I licked Sal further, I whispered "Sal, are you ready for Wade? " Thinking I meant the dildo she squealed "Oh fuck yes, i'm always up for a good shagging from Wade". So making sure it was well lubed, I began to shag her slowly with the dildo whilst the real Wade stood languidly stroking his own prick to full erection. Stark bollock naked he looked frighteningly big and I worried that Sal may not accommodate him or even that in the flesh his sheer bulk and powerful body may overwhelm her.

Meanwhile, the dildo was having the desired effect - beads of sweat formed on Sal's brow as she bucked (within the constraints of her shackles) rhythmically, grinding her pelvis on the rubber dick. Wade grinned as he watched her mouth gasp for air as she writhed; had she stopped for a moment she would surely have heard Wade's deep breathing or smelled the musky aroma of his coal black skin but Sal was too lost in her own pleasure to notice.

I slowly withdrew the dildo and Sal groaned - she had been close to coming. i beckoned Wade over and he needed no second invitation. He positioned himself between Sal's thighs and his pink tongue was soon darting along her slit.

"Oh fuck, that's good, that feels wonderful" Sal gasped. "Could she tell? "I wondered. His fingers were twice the thickness of mine so I knew that putting them inside her would be a give away - instead he pulled her lips apart and went to work on her clit - voraciously nibbling and slurping on her bud until she screamed out that she was coming. Wade expertly manipulated her as she wrung maximum pleasure out of the situation, squeezing every last drop of her orgasm as her body shook with ecstasy. This young buck was a natural - it couldn't be experience as he was only 20 and yet his tongue had taken Sal to another plane she seldom if ever reached when I licked her.

"Wow" she gasped "fucking hell darling, that was fucking incredible" you've not given me such a good orgasm since , well fuck knows when" she gasped as she dissolved in a fit of giggles.

"So Sally darling" i retorted "Are you ready for your birthday treat.?"

"Oh God yes - am I.........." she giggled. I told Wade to rub the helmet of his prick along her pussy lips. Sal sighed "Oh fuck" no doubt thinking it was a new dildo.

"Mmmmmmmmmm feels so good hun, so fucking real " she murmured, more to herself than me. At that, Wade parted the wet, puffy lips of her cunt with the head of his cock.

"Oh shit, what's this baby ? This is fucking fantastic" she gasped - "Wow this feels incredible, so lovely and warm so life like "!! At that I ripped the blindfold away and Wade, right on cue grabbed her by the shoulders and eased himself astride Sally. Sally looked up direct into the eyes of the young stud she had fantasised about for weeks with a mixture of fear, panic and lust. I sat mesmerised whilst the young stud eased his ripe, rampant cock inside her inch by inch as he started to give her the birthday treat we had planned for her..........

To be continued

 With a new glass of wine in hand she walks towards the stairs noticing that she was not even closing the blinds or shades anymore.  It excited her to know that someone may look in or even maybe, somebody just saw what she had done.  In her room she looked to see the blinds were open and pulled back the curtains to allow anybody the best view.

 Lying in bed drinking her wine Rhonda could not help but notice that the wine really brought out the flavor in Bobby's cum.  As the wine glass emptied Rhonda drifted off into a night filled with dirty dreams.

 The next morning, Sunday, Rhonda woke first and walked through the house naked to find Bobby had gone to his room in the middle of the night.  Back in her room she puts on her new Gym clothes and heads off to the Gym.  In her new spandex shorts and loose tank top Rhonda can feel the eyes of the men at the Gym undressing her.  While riding the bike she looks at herself from different angles in all of the mirrors to see what everybody else is seeing.  The loose tank top shows a little bit of boob from the side or if she leans down but she does not see anything too provocative.

 She arrives home and enters the house going right upstairs to her room.  Bobby's door is shut in the hall but is open in the bathroom and Rhonda can tell he has been up that morning.  Rhonda starts her bath water and undresses in her room watching herself undress in her mirrors.  She walks to the window and watches as cars drive by, not noticing her at all.  Sitting back into her bathtub, Rhonda closes her eyes and pictures that black dick pointing at her face, from the night before.

 She bathes, shaves herself and steps from the tub into Bobby's view causing him to smile brightly.  "Good morning.  I know you slept well." Rhonda said in a flirting tone.  "Yea, I must say I was completely relaxed." He answered energetically.  Rhonda walks into his room while drying herself off letting him see her naked body.  Throwing the towel back into the bathroom, she walks naked to the end of his bed and pulls his covers back just enough to see his hard dick.  "I wasn't kidding last night when I told you that I would take care of you until you have a girl friend."  Rhonda said, climbing onto the end of his bed.  "You don't need to waste your sperm anymore.  When you feel the need, I will always be available." 

 On her hands and knees she crawls to his crotch and examines his balls up close.  Bobby pulls his knees back giving her better access to his balls and she holds them gently saying, "These so beautiful and look so perfect swinging just below this."  She grabs his dick and begins to stroke it.  "Do you like to cum every morning before breakfast?" Rhonda says in a playful voice.  "Hell yes!" Was his reply.

 Rhonda moves to the side and brings her mouth to his dick, kissing the end and licking the sides before putting her mouth on the end of it.  Still stroking him while using her mouth she can see Bobby is in heaven.  She raises her mouth from him and asks, "I am not being too slutty, am I?"  Bobby looks at her as if to say "WHAT?" but then says, "I don't think you could be too slutty."  Rhonda smiles while slowly stroking him and says, "What if I told you that I used to lick and suck the sperm out of your t-shirts?"  He pauses smiling and replies confidently, "I would say that you are getting it fresh from my cock now",

 Her mouth goes back to work and before long lets go with her hand and is just stroking him with her mouth.  Rhonda, having seen the woman on the DVD taking a bigger dick all the way down her throat, pushes the head of this dick against her throat each time.  Slowing her pace, she puts the head against her throat and slowly forces it in.  The feeling causes her to choke and she backs off for only a second before trying it again.  After a few tries she gets used to the feeling and starts to work it down a little farther each time.

 Bobby senses what is going on and watches her in amazement saying, "Your throat feels fuckin great."  Rhonda pulls her mouth from the end, looks to him with her sultry eyes and whispers, "I want to be able to do anything it takes to please my man."  Her mouth slowly slides over his dick, enters her throat and she keeps pushing down until her nose is pressed into his pubic hair.  Coming up just enough to breath she goes back down over and over until his hands find the back of her head.  She knows what is about to happen as he starts forcing her head down harder and harder.  Then he grunts loudly saying, "Suck my cock baby."  Rhonda changes nothing because that is exactly what she has been doing.  He holds her head down and then cums in her throat and she lifts her head several times so that he may force it down again shooting more cum into her mouth.

 Bobby lets go of her head and Rhonda rises to her knees grabbing his dick in her hand, stroking it slowly.  His hands are behind his head, with a smile on his face when Rhonda looks to him and says, "Don't worry about what you say when it's just you and I.  Say what you want, what you need and I will always know what you expect."  Her head swoops down one last time to clean the cum from the head of his dick as they both think about the fact that the elder is now teaching the young.

 Breakfast is quite joyful as the two talk openly about his past lovers and what he likes about women.  He tells her of his girl friend being mad once because he called her his slut during sex.  Rhonda laughs saying, "I'm trying to be a better slut then her!"  They both laugh and she looks to him saying in a somewhat more serious tone, "With me, call me anything that pleases you and with me you are allowed to kiss and tell.  I find it strangely exciting to know that you tell your friends about me.  Do you remember the people in the mall and how they reacted to me and you together?  I like that feeling.  I like people to know that I might be doing something that is wrong by some standards."  Bobby sits and thinks about what she has just said.

 Rhonda selects a pair of very short jean shorts to wear and a tube top.  This is quite a site in the mirror as Rhonda inspects herself and prepares for the day ahead.  She can hear Bobby talking to Ivan on the phone but can not quite make out all that is said.  But she knows that her name was mentioned several times.  Going through her dresser she begins piling all of her old clothes upon the bed and putting her new clothes away.  She has not been wearing any underwear or bras and throws them into the pile.  "The Salvation Army will be happy to see me this month", she whispers to herself while tossing this stuff into a box.

 The door bell rings and then she hears voices.  Ivan must be here.  She brushes her hair and touches up her lip stick before coming downstairs.  The boys stop as she approaches and are both quite taken by her appearance.  "Holy shit!  You look fine." Ivan says as he sticks his hand out to shake hers.  She smiles all over, lightly blushing saying, "You are still one giant man."  Her little white hand disappears into his giant hand as they shake and she cannot help but notice the contrast of their skin.  The men both stare as Rhonda's nipples push firmly against her top.  Ivan turns to Bobby and says, "You told me you went shopping but damn!"  Ivan does not want to let her hand go but does saying that he had better bring his stuff inside. 

 They all go outside to see what he has and to help as needed.  Rhonda can not help but think that she is helping a man who could probably carry this whole truck by himself.  They hand her little stuff to carry as they make several trips following her at all times.  The neighbors across the street watch from the windows as this little white woman moves in a second young black man into her house.  The old man in the house next door cleans his car while watching them.  She knows that they won't dare say anything bad with Ivan around.

 With Ivan's stuff moved into his room he takes his extra stuff to the basement and stacks it neatly.  He goes outside to park his truck while Rhonda starts putting his stuff away in his room.  She can hear him talking to Bobby downstairs while she works and has it all pretty much in order when Ivan enters his room.  "Man you put all that away?  That's great. Thanks."  Ivan says with a nice smile.  Rhonda shows him where everything is and tells him that dinner will be ready shortly.  She can feel his eyes on her as she leaves and heads for the kitchen. 

 Rhonda knows that the boys have football practice tomorrow morning at 6 am and she structures the evening towards feeding them and getting them off to sleep, pledging to make sure their school work comes first.

 Monday morning her alarm clock goes off at 4 am and she walks downstairs in her short nightgown.  With coffee brewing in the kitchen she enters Bobby's room and finds him still soundly sleeping as his alarm sounds.  Walking around to the side of the bed, she sees him on his side facing her and kneels on the floor and touches him gently.  He rolls on to his back but does not wake so she reaches under the cover to find a very hard dick.  It jumps at her touch and she leans in sucking this nice black dick into her mouth.  She knows that she only did that to please herself and giggles.  After a few minutes he awakens to find this beautiful white woman kneeling next to his bed stroking his dick.  "I hope you have slept well.  I am going to take care of this hard dick for so just lay back and enjoy."  She said while stroking his dick.  Her tempo was faster then before within minutes he shoots several large streams of cum onto his chest and then the cum runs down the sides of his dick onto her hands.

 Bobby looks to her with a sleepy disappointment in his eye and she says, "We don't have much time in the morning.  I am sorry it was not as good for you and I will find someway to make it more enjoyable."  With that she leaned down and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth washing it with her tongue.  With his dick now clean she slid her mouth off of him and began to lick the cum from his stomach and chest.  She had to suck the cum from his pubic hair to get it clean but inspects him to see that she got every drop.  Lost in her work she suddenly looks to Bobby who is smiling brightly at what he has just seen and he says, "Thank you, that was just fine."  Rhonda beams with pride knowing that she had not let him down and tells him, "Its time to get up." 

 She has to wipe her face as she walks through the bathroom as her face has his cum all over it.  Not sure of how to wake Ivan she knocks on his door then opens it to see Ivan in his briefs laying on the bed sleeping.  She opens his door slowly and stands just looking at this mountain of a man.  He is on his stomach and she touches his shoulder lightly shaking him.  As he begins to awaken she realizes that she hardly knows this man but is standing here in only her nightgown.  It is now too late as he turns his head towards her and gets quite an eye full to start the day.  Rhonda retreats to her room and grabs her robe before heading to the kitchen.

 With enough breakfast for five, Rhonda figures that she should be ready for her first breakfast with Ivan.  The men enter the kitchen one at a time and both comment on how nice Rhonda looks as they sit down and eat all five servings easily.  The men take off one at a time for practice, Bobby hugging her as he leaves and Ivan commenting on how nice she had looked earlier. 

 Rhonda brings her coffee and climbs the stairs slowly.  She opens Ivan's door and walks in looking at how he finished off his room.  He set his computer up in the corner and has it connected to her DSL.  Not wanting to be too nosey she does not touch anything but just looks at his desk.  Accidentally she bumps the mouse and the monitor comes to life.  As the screen slowly illuminates she is surprised to see that his wall paper is of naked white women in various poses.

 Backing away she feels that she may have intruded on his privacy and she begins to make his bed.  His underwear is lying on his bed with a post-it note that says, "I made this just for you."  Rhonda opens them to see that he has used them to clean up his cum and from the volume she guesses he may have came three times or more.  Raising his underwear to her face she smells the very familiar smell of fresh sperm.  Breathing deeply, she realizes suddenly, that he has just completely seduced her and that she is hooked.  This mountain of a man had planned this with information he only could have gotten from Bobby. 

 "Bobby has to be telling people about me."  She said aloud with a smile.  Rhonda brings the underwear to her face breathing that smell and gently taste Ivan's cum.  It taste as desired and Rhonda sits back onto his bed and licks gobs of his sperm into her mouth.  Stroking her pussy she has several orgasms as she at some points was literally chewing and sucking on this mans underwear knowing that he is trying to seduce her.  Now covered in this mans cum, Rhonda decides to let him make all the moves and straightens his bed laying the underwear on his dresser.

 On fire now Rhonda gets dressed to go to the Gym, putting on her tight little shorts and an athletic bra only.  At the Gym the stares only make her long more for her orgasmic release.  Rhonda drives by an adult bookstore on the way home and buys a nice black dildo.  Once home she goes straight to her room and washes her new lover before touching it to her wet pussy.  It is not huge but it is more than she has ever had and it's been just too long.  Slowly she impales herself repeatedly until she is comfortable with its size and texture.  Orgasms rock her body one after another until she is just franticly fucking the thing silly.  Her arms now tired and her pussy sore Rhonda drifts off to sleep.

 Rhonda awakens to the sound of the front door closing and at first thinks she has slept all day.  She looks to the clock and it is only 11:30. She puts her robe on to see who has come home.  As she gets to the stairs she sees Ivan standing looking through some papers and he looks up at her and says, "You are really sleeping in today."  They both laugh and Ivan's eyes fall to her pussy.  She knows that from his angle he can clearly see up her short robe.  Rhonda slowly walks downstairs and asks, "Why are you home so early?"  "I have different classes then Bobby so I am home from 11:30 till 1 pm everyday" He replies.  Rhonda tells him she will make him some lunch and heads to the kitchen.  While she works Ivan sits at the bar and watches her every move.  She knows that her robe barely covers her butt and that the wrong move could show him everything.

 She sets his lunch in front of him and he hungrily begins eating.  Rhonda stands across the bar and waits for him to ask for anything else.  When he is finished she heads upstairs to take a bath and he watches her walk up the stairs taking advantage of the angle to see up her robe again.  This is all too exciting for Rhonda and her head swims with excitement.  She takes her robe off in her bed room and starts the bath water naked.  Returning to her room she places her new black dildo on her nightstand and straightens her bed.  She hears Ivan enter his room and knows that she has been caught as she sits in the tub wondering what will happen next. 

        The Story man

This story was inspired by a very special slut whom would do anything when excited.

 The tension builds as Ivan’s door opens and hurries down the stairs towards Rhonda.  "Aren't you going to be late?" Rhonda asks smiling.  "Class actually starts at 1:45 so I'm OK.  I left something for you on my computer so when you get a chance, have a look and by the way, you look great." He replied as he walked towards the door.  Ivan looks to her and says, "Can I get a hug?"  She walks to him and is swallowed in his arms as he hugs her.  Out the door she watches him get into his truck and leave before her heart starts to slow. 

 Cautiously Rhonda climbs the steps towards his room as though a monster loomed inside.  Opening his door, the room looks normal and she sees his computer monitor still on.  When she gets closer she sees a picture of her masturbating on his bed with his underwear in her mouth.  She is stunned for a moment and looks around for a camera.  Not finding one she looks at the monitor closer to see that the picture was actually in windows player and she moves the icon to hit play.  The whole escapade was caught on his computer including sound.  While watching it the 4th time the phone rings and it is Ivan.  "Go to www.darkcavern.com">http://www.darkcavern.com/">www.darkcavern.com and type in the user name and password in front of the computer."  He tells her exactly where to go on the website and then hangs up.  She goes to where he has said and sees her pictures and movie out for the entire world to see.  The caption includes her e-mail address for any replies. 

 Rhonda sits down in the chair and thinks about all of this and decides it’s not that bad.  She only checks her mail once a week or so and the odds of anyone she knows seeing her pictures was slim.  Out of curiosity she checks her e-mail and sees 2 new messages from the last 30 minutes from people who want to ravage her body.  One even sent a picture of his dick.  Rhonda deletes all of her mail and leaves Ivan’s room.

 Cleaning the house takes up the rest of Rhonda's afternoon and she decides to go for a walk when she is done.  Stepping outside she knows that she wants to be seen so she gets her keys and a good book.  When she arrives at the campus it seems as though everyone stops to stare.  In her outfit she knows that she looks hot and walks with confidence turning any mans head.  Tired from walking she sits down on a bench and begins to read her book.  She can hear the people talking and watches the men trying get in position to look up her skirt.

 In the distance she can hear a whistle and walks towards the sounds of football.  As she arrives the team sees her and suddenly can't think or play.  Bobby and Ivan walk to the fence and the guys all whistle and make crude gestures.  Rhonda smiles to them and says, "I just happened to be walking on campus and thought I would see how good you boys can play."  The boys laugh and joke about how good they are and she turns to leave saying, "I will see you after while."  Walking away the whole team stands and stares.  She looks back over her shoulder and smiles seeing all eyes on her.

 At home she readies dinner and resist the urge to watch her movie again while waiting for her men to come home.  She straightens herself up in the bathroom and thinks about what the evening may bring.

 The guys arrive at the same time and are stinky sweaty as they walk in the door.  They are directed to the showers and Rhonda follows them upstairs to get their dirty clothes.  Bobby is in the shower first and Rhonda picks his dirty clothes up off of the floor basking in his sweaty scent.  Ivan opens his door and hands her his clothes as he walks into the other bathroom.  Nude this man seems to look even bigger and Rhonda does not break eye contact with him to look at his manhood, but looks at his ass after he walks by. 

 Rhonda takes their clothes to her bedroom and waits.  "Rhonda!" Its Bobby's voice.  She enters the bathroom and sees him in the shower.  He looks to her and says, "The soap is missing."  Rhonda smiles and hands him the soap opening the door to the shower all of the way.  Walking to the other bathroom she hears, "Rhonda, I need some soap."  Rhonda opens the bathroom door and pulls the shower curtain back to hand the soap to Ivan.  Ivan is caught off guard but gladly takes the soap, letting her check his out his body.  This backfires on Rhonda because she locked her eyes on his dick.  Somewhat stunned now, Rhonda stares at the biggest dick she has ever seen.  Ivan shuts the curtain and breaks the spell sending Rhonda into the hall.

 Once clean, dinner was served and the men sit down to eat.  Rhonda serves them graciously and cleans up after dinner while they work on their homework. 

 Rhonda sits on the couch reading as the boys need to keep their studies first.  The boys need to be to asleep early and Rhonda does not want push them into staying up all night so she heads for bed frustrated and in need of her new black dildo.

 Feeling strongly alone Rhonda takes her new plastic lover to her bedroom window and puts one foot up on the window sill, opening herself up for the world to see.  Standing there in a sheer night shirt, her new lover finds her opening and starts to stroke her slowly.  Wobbly from lust she turns to find a camera sitting on a tripod with no wires visible.  Her need now is too great and she performs for the camera, while sitting in a chair.  Her orgasms have been too numerous to count and it has gotten late, so she climbs into bed, thinking about why she seems addicted to these men. 

 Morning comes too soon and it all starts over again.  She wakes Bobby first and gets him up and moving getting himself ready for school.  When she opens Ivan’s door she can see him sleeping on his back with his dick hard and in his hand.  She touches his chest and shakes him gently.  He slowly opens his eyes and says, "Damn!  I was just thinking about you."  Rhonda looks to his hard dick and says, "Yea, I can tell." 

 She finds Bobby in his room digging for clothes and walks up behind him touching his bare back.  He turns and takes in her beauty through her sheer nighty and his dick starts to harden.  Smiling at Bobby she ask, "Would you like me to service that nice big dick mister?"  Bobby smiles as Rhonda drops to her knees and looks up at his hardening dick reaching up with her face to lick it.  She works greedily on his dick and within minutes he is cumming in her mouth. 

 Wearing only her sheer nighty she goes to the kitchen and fixes breakfast.  Bobby is first down and whistles at her as she stands by the bar.  Ivan comes down next and asks for his hug early grabbing her ass.  She embraces him and accepts his hands on her bottom.  Bobby takes his hug and kiss then heads for the door early leaving her almost naked with Ivan.  Ivan checks her out as she watches him eat more food than she thought possible.  He slows as he is almost finished and stands looking at Rhonda.  Rhonda waits as he walks up to her hugging her again and saying, "I left you another present in my room.  I hope you enjoy it."  Rhonda feels completely lost in the hug of this huge man and lets his hands roam freely over her backside.  He lifts her up and sits her on the counter in one swift motion surprising her.  Her hands rest on his chest as his hands now roam across her chest then he roughly lifts both tits by pulling her nipples.  This act alone makes her eyes close in pleasure.  He releases the grip on her nipples and she looks up to his see the look of satisfaction on his face knowing that he can do anything that pleases him. 

 He tells her that he must go but that she should go open the gift he has left for her.  Rhonda follows him to the door like a puppy dog and walks out onto the porch to watch him leave.  Back inside she goes to his room and steps inside.  The lights are already on and she sees 2 cameras on tripods aimed at the bed.  On the bed a letter instructs her to lay on her back with her head hanging off the bed towards the cameras and to drink his cum from the condoms on his nightstand.  She looks to the nightstand and sees the condoms, taking 1 in each hand.  She sits on the bed and plays with the fluids in the condoms smelling it several times.  Doing as instructed Rhonda lets the fluids from each condom drip into her mouth.  Her tongue stuck in the condom licks at the remaining juice while she fingers herself to several orgasms. 

 She catches her breath and turns the condoms inside out to suck out the remaining cum.  The monitor is on and the website is up and logged in.  She knows right where to go and sees last nights movies and pictures posted.  They are posted and she watches them several times while checking her mail.  Several hundred e-mails have arrived since yesterday and she opens each of them marveling at how many men and women have seen her photos and want to show themselves to her.

 Staggering towards the door Rhonda is on fire as she cleans up to go to the Gym.  Horney, Rhonda picks her Gym clothes choosing short baggy shorts and a tank-top.  Reaching between her legs she can easily touch her pussy by sliding her fingers up her leg.  "Today somebody at the Gym may get lucky." she says aloud while checking herself in the mirror.  Today she decides to walk to the Gym and takes off down the street for the 3-mile walk.  Several cars honked at her on the way and 2-different guys talked to her in their driveways.

 At the Gym, the guys all expect her and almost just wait for her to arrive before starting their workout.  By the time she was done she was sure that everyone had seen her pussy at least once.  Traffic almost stops as she walks home and her neighbor next door walks out to say, "Hi."  She is thinking as they talk that he must be about 70 years old but he still seems pretty spry for his age.  They engage in polite conversation for several minutes before she realizes that he might be coming on to her. 

 Rhonda thinks about the old man next door and looks out her side bedroom window to see that he has a view from his deck on the back of his house.  She had not even considered the old man watching her.  The bath water now running, she glances out the window to see the old man with a pair of binoculars staring at her window.  Slowly she removes her clothes for this old mans pleasure and then squeezes her breast firmly. 

 She bathes and readies herself for this new day as always but decides to stay naked except for her red high heels.  Her pussy burns with desire as she checks herself in the mirror and then lets the old man next door check her as well.

 Rhonda handles the house work expertly and cleans everything in sight while waiting for Ivan to come home for lunch.  The front door closes hard and Rhonda knows that it must be Ivan as she enters the living room.  Walking right up to Ivan she looks up to him and says, "I have your lunch ready in the kitchen."  Reaching around her he scoops her up with his right arm lifting her completely and making her sit on his arm.  Her legs instinctively straddle this huge black man and he kisses her hard on the lips while his tongue fills her mouth.  His free hand grabs her breast as he carries her to the kitchen.  He sits her on the bar next to his food and begins eating.  Rhonda watches him as he eats and jumps down to get him a glass of milk.  Ivan’s eyes stay on her as she bends for his viewing pleasure getting the milk from the refrigerator. 

 With lunch finished she takes his dishes and begins cleaning them in the sink.  She suddenly feels his hands touching her from the rear and freezes at his touch.  One hand slides down over her ass and works up between her legs roughly finding her wetness.  She leans forward arching her butt up for his easy access and his fingers enter her suddenly.  Her eyes closed and her head down she hears him whisper, "I like that smooth cunt of yours.  You are my slut now and will do anything I tell you."  She only grunts her approval.  He tells her to go to the living room and lean over the arm of the couch where he is going to fuck her hard.

 She leans over the arm of the couch completely lost in the throws of passion waiting for her man to use her pussy for his pleasure.  A few seconds pass before she feels those huge fingers entering her again making her think of the fact that his fingers are as big as some dicks.  "You sure are one hot slut.  If you are going to service me, you need to have these holes ready at all times."  With that he pushed one of his wet fingers partly into her ass causing her to scream.  She did not move her ass but raised her head up while screaming.  Ivan smiles as he removes his finger from her ass and brings his now hard dick up to the lips of her pussy.  Her legs spread wide, Rhonda feels the head of his dick and tries to open herself up for him.  Rhonda pictures his dick and how it is going to feel inside her.  It starts sliding in slowly and he growls, "Your cunt is tight now but I'm going to loosen it up a little bit for you."  Rhonda cries out as he stretches her open so he pulls out and pushes it back in again.  He keeps this up going deeper each time until she cries out.  Ivan pulls his dick from this extremely tight white pussy and pulls her up by her hair hugging her from the back.  Rhonda, still lost in her own lust can feel his cock pressing against her back while he squeezes her boobs roughly.  Ivan tightens the grip on her hair and whispers in her ear, "To be my whore and my slut you will learn to take all of my cock.  Now get down here and suck my cock.  Hurry up slut.  I am almost out of time." 

 Rhonda sits on the coffee table and sees this big black dick pointing at her face.  Ivan watches as she licks the head and sides and begins trying to work her month over the head saying sternly, “Remember how big it is bitch.  I'll expect you to be ready next time."  With that he pulls it from her mouth and lays it against her face and says, "It is as long as from your chin to the top of your head and is as big around as your mouth will open."  Now he grabs hold of his own dick and begins stroking it at her face.  The large purple head moves just inches from her face as he slows telling her, "Get that pretty little white face ready.  I don't want you waste any of my cum."  Her tongue licks at his head while she kisses the end of his dick.  She feels his balls with both hands and finds them to be also huge and gently caresses them with her hands.  Ivan groans loudly and yells, "Eat my cum, slut.  Uh, Uh, swallow my load bitch."  A thick white stream shoots upwards across her right eye and into her hair trailing to her mouth.  Another shoots to the same place and a third lands squarely in her mouth as she gets her open mouth directly on his dick.  Ivan continues to stroke himself squirting more into her mouth and onto her face.  Thinking he is about done Rhonda pulls her mouth back to swallow and he continues to squirt onto her face.  Rhonda brings her hands to her face and catches the cum beginning to drip.  Her tongue now under the head of his dick catches the remaining cum as it continues to ooze from the tip. 

 "I have to go.  You sure have got a lot work ahead of you if you want to be my slut."  Ivan tells her as he wipes the cum from his dick with a handful of her long brown hair.  Sitting there covered in his cum he tells her that she had better have some practice toys by the time he gets home today.  Ivan pulls up his pants admiring his handy work and leaves for school. 

 Rhonda stumbles up the stairs and into her room, sitting down in front of the camera she tells the camera what has just happened, letting it record the results.  Looking into the mirror she can see that her face is covered and she wipes the larger gobs from her face with her fingers and eats them watching herself all the while.

 After a long shower she dresses in a stripper type stretch mini skirt that doesn't quite cover her ass and a semi shear blouse making sure to stand by the window for the old mans inspection.  He is standing out front as she drives away and they wave at each other.  On this strange quest Rhonda selects a real dive of a dirty book store in the bad part of town.

 Business seemed slow as only about 5 dirty looking older men watched her closely as she looked at the toys.  The owner seeing her looking came out from his cage to ask her if she needed help.  "To be truthful my boyfriend sent me to buy some training aids to help loosen me up for him.  He has a really large dick and I want to be able to take him in all the way."  Rhonda says bluntly while staring in to his eyes.  The man was an older black man 60 or so that was fat
and could really use a bath.  He was nice and polite to Rhonda and that made her a little more comfortable.  He asks her, "How long is it?"  She relies, "From my chin to the top of my head.” Then he asks her, "How big around is it?"  She looks flustered and says, "As large as my mouth can possibly open."  "Wow!  I would bet that you suck a pretty good size cock." He says giggling.  They both laugh and he asks, "What color?"  And she replies not thinking, "Oh, he's a big black man."  Realizing what she has done she blushes.  "Don't be embarrassed I'm a black man and I want to fuck you too." Him saying this causes her to blush harder and then he ask, "Will he be fucking you in the ass and pussy?"  This causes her to become quiet and she answers softly, "Yes, he will."  He becomes bolder and asks, "He will what?"  "He will be fucking me in the ass and pussy." Was her reply.  The other old men in the place are drawn to her and they all watch as she shops with this old man. 

 "Spread your legs apart."  Without thinking of why, she moves her legs a few feet apart.  Then he says, "Lean forward bending at the waist."  She does so without hesitation.  "OK, you can stand up now."  He orders.  She knows that she has just shown all of the dirty old men her private parts but doesn't mind.  The old man retrieves an anal training kit and several dildos and carries them to the counter for her, picking out several lubricants on the way.  "Will you be sucking on this large black cock also?" She answers him with a shake of her head and he asks again, "Tell me what you will be doing” Rhonda looks down and says, "I will be sucking his big black cock also."  "Good. Good.  That’s what I like to see in a good white slut."  He says chuckling.  She pays for her toys and races for home anticipating countless orgasms while in training.  

 At home she is greeted in her driveway by the old man next door and he seems to be just lonely.  She talks with him while trying to carry 2-bags of toys into the house.  Stopping to be nice she can see him trying to see her ass and she pauses flirting with the old man.  Her bag falls open on the ground as the contents shift and a black cock becomes visible.  The old man spots it and becomes flustered forgetting what he was saying.  Rhonda feels sorry for him and squats down letting her skirt ride up with her legs apart directly at him revealing her pussy to him.  The old man goes quiet as Rhonda picks up her sacks and smiles at him walking to her front door.  Her skirt has ridden up and displays her whole ass for this old mans pleasure and she does not pull it down.

 Rhonda leaves the front door open as she heads directly to her room and begins opening and washing her new toys.  She has 4-diferent size black dildos and a whole set of butt plugs and toys.  Standing in front of the mirror she puts one foot on a chair.  Opening a tube of super lube she inserts a small butt plug easily so she tries the next larger one finding it a much tighter fit.  The smallest dildo is about the size of the one she already owns and she runs it across her pussy lips and inserts it until she feels it push against her deeply.  With her fingers she marks the dildo at its deepest and pulls it from herself slowly keeping her depth mark.  Somewhat stunned by her own depth, she can see that she is mostly able to take his full length.

 The next size dildo finds the mark and pushes slowly into her with a slow stroking motion.  Shaky from this activity, Rhonda takes her lovers to her bed and tries the next size dildo.  This one is too large to force into herself and she can only insert it a few inches.  The plug in her ass presses against this new dildo and she feels completely full.  Deciding on how to fuck this dildo she rises up and sits down on it slowly pushing it farther and farther into her waiting pussy.  Carefully an orgasm rocks her body and she begins to slowly fuck this large member into herself.  An hour or more goes by and she still rocks on this large member, able now to comfortably take about 75% of its length.  She is to a point now where her orgasms are just about continuous as she holds the large dildo between her ankles, riding the lover from its tip down till she feels it press hard against her insides.

 Leaning forward till her head rest on the bed, Rhonda is exhausted and falls fast asleep.  She awakens to the sounds of the boys from downstairs and slowly sits up and rises off the dildo she is still impaled on.  The butt plug still in, she walks nude to the top of the stairs to see Bobby and several friends looking up at her.  She knows what she has done and smiles and says, “Excuse me.”  Walking back down the hall she removes the plug and changes into shorts and a tight top, fixing her makeup before heading back downstairs.  The guys are all from the team and check her body out thoroughly.  Bobby hugs her in front of the guys and then introduces them one at a time.  Each man wants to shake her hand and she allows them to, politely. 

 Rhonda fixes the boys a snack while they talk in the living room.  She then brings the snacks in and serves the boys as they continue talking about the big game.  They appear to be planning a party after the game and Rhonda, not wanting to bother them, turns to leave.  “Wait, don’t go yet.”  She hears from one of the boys. With that, she turns and walks back slowly, listening to the boys.  Bobby looks to her and says, “Would you like to come to our Victory party after the game?”  “Well you know I wouldn’t miss it.”  She said flirtingly while taking Bobby’s arm.  One of the boys then spoke up saying, “Will you wear that little skirt again.  You were smoking hot in that.”  The other boys all howled their approval as Rhonda replied, “Consider it a date boys. There is just one catch though. I will dress extra sexy if you win and just wear jeans if you don’t.”

 The boys all agree and start to treat her as someone they have known for a long time.  At one point while the boys were talking strategy for the game she was sitting on different men’s laps.  Rhonda heads to the kitchen for more snacks and is surprised by Bobby who puts his arms around her from the rear.  She accepts his touch and turns for him.  Excited, he runs his hands up under her top and squeezes her breast and then begins pinching her nipples.  Her head falls back and she lustfully accepts his touch.  Several minutes go by when she opens her eyes to see all of the boys now in the kitchen watching.  Bobby slowly lifts her top revealing her nice large breast and sucks one into his mouth while squeezing the other.  Rhonda leans into the counter hard not wanting to fall and Bobby brings his lips to hers kissing her hard.

 The audience hoots and hollers at this point and Bobby backs away leaving her top up for all to see.  Rhonda makes no effort to cover herself and Bobby pushes his friends back towards the living room.  Bobby moves in kissing her and says, “Bring the snacks in for us.”  She collects her self enough to carry the tray and walks into the living room with her top still up.  Serving the snacks the boys all make gestures and comments, with someone saying, “Damn, that bitch is hot!”  Rhonda is soaking up all of their compliments when suddenly somebody says, “Its time to go.” 

 The boys all leave while Rhonda holds onto Bobby’s arm and nicely says, “Good-bye.”  Alone with Bobby now, she kisses him passionately and asks, “Did your friends like me?”  Bobby laughs and says, “They fuckin love you!”  Rhonda is now burning with desire and leads Bobby to the couch, removing her shorts.  Juices run down her leg, she is so hot, as she opens Bobby’s pants.  Bobby stares at this beautiful woman preparing him for sex.  “Please fuck me Bobby.” Rhonda says as she lies back onto the couch, pulling both knees back, exposing her pussy to him.  He finishes undressing and lowers himself into her in one swift motion.  Her mind drifts off and she is now in heaven.  Lightly babbling Rhonda asks, “Have you been telling your friends about me?”  “Hell yes.  I have even shown them your pictures.”  Bobby says while still pounding her harder and harder.  Rhonda is now completely unaware of anything at this point and Bobby can do anything he wants as long as he gives her that nice black dick.

 
        The Story man

This story was inspired by a very special slut whom would do anything when excited.

I went back to work in the kitchen to finish what I was doing when Ben raised a ladder in the backyard to work on the roof trim. I could see him clearly through the kitchen window the view of his strong tight body was excellent. Little by little he was moving the ladder down the house until he was in front of the kitchen window. When he climbed up I ducked out of the way as I did not want him to know I was watching him. While he was scrapping the trim I got a good close view of Ben and that is when I noticed the nice large lump in his pants. My mind was taking off wondering what was underneath those tight jeans. Later that night as I lay in bed I was stroking my wet pussy fantasizing about Ben and his hard sexy body and wondering if he had a big cock like the rumor of all black men. Soon I had my vibrator going pretending Ben was fucking me with his big black cock. I had an orgasm like I never had as I laid in bed wondering what it would really be like.

The next day I showered and fixed myself up, dressed in a pair of tight pink shorts and a low cut tight white tee shirt. The crew showed up early to get a jump on the heat, Ben was working in the back again so I went out on the deck to water my flowers. When I went out I said good morning and went about watering the flowers. I could see Ben’s reflection through the window and I could see him checking me out like I was with him yesterday. We talked a bit and I made sure he had a good view of my breast from the ladder; the low cut shirt gave him a nice view from the ladder. As I finished I told him if he needed anything-just yell. The doorbell rang around mid morning and when I opened the door to my delight it was Ben. He had removed his shirt due to the heat and I had a fine view of this young mans muscular upper body and was total caught up in the view.

Ben explained the rest of the crew had gone to the paint store to get the paint and he was wondering if he could get some ice for his water jug. I invited him into the kitchen and showed where the ice was. When he finished filling his jug he looked up and caught me staring at his sexy body. He asked if there was anything wrong I said "no" but he knew what I was doing. "You want the same thing that all your white sisters want" and then he move closer to me and looked me in the eye. "Relax I know what you want and I am prepared to let you have it." I started to get nervous about what I was about to do as I reached to touch his hard chest. Ben pulled me close and kissed me has his hands grabbed my ass. "I will take care of you" and he kissed me deeply. My hand fell down to his crotch and squeezed it to let him know I wanted it. Ben pulled my top off and kissed my breast and then my neck, he whispered "your going to have a real man now."

My hand was shaking as I unfastened his pants and reached in to find a thick long black cock that was still soft. Ben forced me to my knees and pulled is black cock out for me and held it to my mouth. I took the thick shaft and started to suck the head getting my lips around it and it was still soft as he grew so did my eyes. Soon Ben was fully erect to at least nine inches and at least two and half to three inches thick. He pulled me up and ripped my shorts off and lifted me onto the breakfast bar, spread my legs open and started to finger fuck my pussy. He looked at me and said "I know what you rich white bitches want, you have these rich husbands with tiny dicks and you want a real man." My heart was racing as he spread me open and started to lick my clit as I became wet with anticipation for his black meat. Ben soon had me gushing as he rose up and positioned himself between my legs; I reached down and guided the head of his cock to my slippery slit. "You cant wait, can you bitch?" as he pushed the head of his cock in my pussy stretched wide open. At first it hurt but my juices started to flow as he slowly buried his black meat into me inch by inch. He had about eight inches in me as he pulled out and pushed back in deep. I screamed and moaned out load as the head of his cock hit the back wall of my cervix. Ben slowly picked up the pace soon he was fucking me hard deep and fast. All I could do at first was spread my legs wide so his thick black cock could had its way with me.

 "Fuck it." I said standing up and walking towards my target sitting across the room

 As I reached her table, the girl looked up into my eyes, a look of curiosity on her face. She was even more beautiful up close than from a distance. Although she wore no makeup, I could see a sexy edge in her eyes which peered into mine, unblinking. I fumbled with my words as I tried to think of the right thing to say to her.

 "Hola," I said nervously "it looks like you could use some company." 

 'Fuck!' I thought to myself. I was sure that she hadn't understood what I'd said. My hope was fading fast but I pressed onward.

 "I am Robert. Do you have a name?"

 She stared at me blankly and I prepared to walk away with my tail between my legs.

 "I am Pinta." She replied slowly

 My heart leapt. Her English was shaky but her face immediately relaxed into a soft smile.

 "Would you like to go for a little walk Pinta?"

 I wasn't sure how much English she understood, but Pinta knew enough to push back her seat and stand up. She had on a beige tank top and a tight jean mini-skirt that hugged her firm little ass. It was easy to see that she wore no bra as her breasts hung behind the fabric of the shirt. Her black hair dangled down just past her shoulders. As she drew herself to full height I realized just how petite she was. No taller than 5"4 and 110 pounds. 

 "We go?" she asked as she wrapped her arm around mine

 I nodded and walked her out the door of the bar into the moist mexican air. We walked down the streets of the city in which I was staying for about ten minutes when I looked down at the girl on my arm. A small layer of perspiration was forming on Pinta's perfect neck and was running down the rest of her body, causing her shirt to stick to her back and chest. The sight sent a shiver down my spine and aroused my cock. She allowed my hand to slip down to her lower back as we walked and encouraged the gesture by stroking my upper arm. The sexual tension became high, too high. I felt like my cock was about to burst in my pants. I had the biggest load of my life ready to blow and I needed a place to do it. 

 Pinta seemed to read my mind as she broke contact between my arm and her back and led me by the hand through one of the doorways that lined the street. As we entered the darkness of the doorway, Pinta turned and pulled my face down to hers. Our lips met and my eyes grew wide. It was a perfect kiss. Sweet with a salty tinge from the sweat on our lips. I stretched my tongue out as far as i could into Pinta's throat. A deep, deep throat. Almost too soon, though, she stopped and pulled me onward through a kitchen in which a young man sat at a low table. I wondered what we were doing there until the man smiled warmly at us, a gesture that Pinta returned before she pulled me out of the kitchen, through a hallway  and into a dark bathroom. She immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, pulling down my black skater shorts. She took my erect dick into her hands, admiring it as if it were something of great interest. Once finished carressing it, Pinta began to lick my cock: tip to base, tip to base, tip to base. She reached her tongue out further to get my balls into the mix before swallowing the entire penis altogether. I was nothing short of impressed with her amazing depth. I felt the deep areas of her throat tighten around my cock as she pressed it further past her beautiful lips. As the sensations of the blow job pumped up my body, I ripped my shirt off, feeling as though my heart was about to fall out of my chest. I was completely naked as Pinta pumped my cock deep into her throat and sweat poured off my body.

 Suddenly, Pinta pulled my cock out of her mouth and ripped off her own shirt revealing her breasts. They were as tanned as the rest of her body, firm and perky. I lowered my head to lick her ripe nipples, trying to maximize her pleasure. Before long, Pinta was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread wide, crying out in Spanish as I stuck my tongue into the pink lips of her wet pussy. "Fuck!" She finally screamed. I took this as my cue. I rose and positioned my cock in between her legs, stroking myself as I prepared to penetrate her. I teased her for a moment, rubbing my tip on the soft lips of her pussy. 

 "Put it in!" She demanded

 With that, I jammed my cock into her waiting vagina. She grunted as I began to thrust slowly and then quickly into her body. We fucked there in the bathroom in that one position for what seemed like forever, lost in our own worlds as sweat poured off of us and onto the floor. She slowly began to turn onto her side, slipping her foot up towards my face. I licked the small, perfectly formed foot as I fucked her sideways. This just made her scream more. I abruptly pulled out and jammed her face deep into the bath tub. She nodded fiercely as I grabbed her incredibly firm ass cheeks and slipped my cock into her tight little ass hole. I continued to give it to her harder and harder which only seemed to make this bitch want more. I had been saving a huge load all night long and new that it was about time to blow it all over this bitch's face. I grabbed her tiny torso and turned her around taking my cock into my hand and pumping my cock up and down. One, two, three, four... I counted the seconds leading to my gigantic orgasm when finally, I popped a huge load of cum all over Pinta's face, she allowed it to blow into her mouth and all over her face, letting it run down onto her tits. When the onslaught of siemen was over, she proceeded to lick it all up like candy, swallowing all of it and finishing with a wide smile. At that, the night was over as Pinta led me to a bedroom where our exhausted bodies fell to sleep. 

"Excuse us dear lady" came a heavy Jamacian masculine voice through my tears. I looked up and two very good looking, dark, tall Jamacian men were standing in front of me. My cleavage was very visible as it always was in these outfits that Steve had me wear and that I liked wearing. I did not sit up but stayed leaning forward. I felt my nipples harden. "Yes, what is it?" I asked. "Well, Dear lady, you are upset, that is easy to see. A beautiful lady should not be so upset." He said. "Well, my lover stood me up again." I said angry all over again. The other man signed something to the first and I watched as both smiled. "My brother wants to know if we can help you, perhaps see a movie to help yuo forget and relax. Oh, he canot speak." "I suppose that is just what I need," I said and he reached out his hand and helped me stand. THey were both over 6 feet tall and built wonderfuly. As I stood I noticed a long snake down each of their pants legs. They were both dressed almost casually formal. I stood and the one that spoke was Randall and his brother was Aubry. Randall took my hand and we went up to the movie level after he bought tickets. He had asked me what I wanted to see and I told him I did not care. I think it was a romanc comedy but did not really care. I was looking at the snakes and they were growing

We went into a movie and it was so early that we three were the only ones there. Randall took us to the very front row saying he did not like people walking in front of him. We sat dwon and I was between them. The arms between the seats went up so we were sort of sitting on a love seat, Well, the previews were going and I felt a hand brush my leg. It was Aubry, the one that could not speak. I touched my leg and smiled and I did not move it away. The snake was all the way to his knee almost and I know I drew in my breath because he smiled bigger. Then Randall's hand touched my other leg and I looked at him and he was smiling too. The snake had grown the other way with him. I could see it was at least up to his belt and maybe more. I sat there thinking and finally said, "I have to go pee, be right back guys." I said. When I got up I kissed each of them on the lips and went to the rest room. I went in and pulled off my bra fully intending not to need it the rest of the night. I made sure the buttons were down to just above my waist and the skirt was unbuttoned to just below my pussy. I walked back and sat down between them and they had noticed the bra was gone and my dark nipples wee hard. The hands went back to my legs now and they were at the knees.

I moved my legs apart so that one was on each of their legs and my skirt fell open. Their hands had stayed on my knees and I took them and put them up till they were just below my pussy and under my skirt. I was soaking wet already. Randall turned towards me and said, "So Lady, what else is there we can do for you tonight?" I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deep his tongue darting into my mouth taking my breath away. Sudenly my left breast was being massaged and then my right was had Aubry's mouth on the nipple. MY legs were apart further now and a finger slipped into me deep. They both had huge hands and long fingers. My hips went forward onto the finger and soaked it with an orgasm. I turned to Randall and slipped my hand inside his shirt and I was right, his cock was above his waist and all the way to his navel, the head was thick and there was pre-cum leaking out. Randall smiled and said, "Oh lovely lady, are you ready to finish what you are starting?" "I laughed a little and said, "The question is, are you two ready to finish what you are starting."

The movie went on so the theater was darker. There were still only us three in the theater. I opened my blouse all the way so that my breasts were out in the open. I unbuttoned the skirt all the way to the waist band and pulled my legs all the way apart over their legs. I opened Randalls pants and let his snake out and was amazed by the length. Aubry sat next to me and I turned to him and took his snake out, it was about the same length only thicker. Suddenly I felt hands on my breasts from behind and Randall had my tits in his huge hands massaging them both. Aubry snuggled up and sucked the nipples biting them hard as Randall fed them to him. I leaned forward and found Aubry's cock near my face and took it into my mouth, sucking it in a few inches at a time until it went past the back of my throat. He leaned back letting me get to his full length and soon I felt it bulging at my base of my throat in front. His hairs tickled my nose and I began going up and down on him. Randall was behind me and he was fingering me with four fingers and then his hand slipped into me. "Oh fuck yes" I moaned. "Yes, do it." He began fisting me as I sucked Aubry off and was rewarded by a huge load of cum. I sat up and went to Randall and pushed him back taking his cock into my mouth. After a while he rewarded me with his load of cum. I sat up almost totally nude, my clothes a mess. "Look guys, I need some serious fucking, can we leave before we get arrested." I said. They dressed and helped me and we left, my arms around their waists.

We walked past people looking at us, my breasts swaying and barely staying in my blouse that I had not really buttoned up much. My skirt was buttoned to just at my pussy and my thong was gone. We went to a nice BMW and Randall opened the back door and let me in. I got in and he got in behind me and Aubry drove. Inside I attacked him again pulling out his cock and sitting on it all at once. He leaned back and let me ride him till I felt him swell and fill me. "Oh damn that was good." I moaned. "Aubry, switch and do me please." I said. He pulled over and got in the back seat. I was now totally naked and pullled him out and sank him into me. He was thicker but about the same length. They both hit the bottm and drove me wild. We pulled to a gate and Randall put in a code and drove throuh when they opened. I looked up while still sitting on Aubry and watched as we drove down a long drive to a house. I got out, naked, Aubry got out, now shirt and pulled off his pants and tossed them back in the car. Randall got out dressed but tossed his shirt off. He opened the door and I walked in betwen them.

They led me through the house and to a patio that had a nice rain forest look, rocks, a pond that had lots of foam and then I saw two more men stand up, both in suits or shorts, both had bulges in them. Dale, Jim, this is Teresa, she wants to be taken care of well. All had Jamacian accents and Dale and Jim dropped their shorts and both were hung. Randall was naked too now and they took me to a sort of flat couch/bed and laid me on it. Then they moved and my legs were spread and tied at the ankles and my arms out at chest level tied also. It did not hurt but I felt a little afraid. Then a woman stepped out naked with large breast, huge dark nipples and a huge dildo. She had a type of whip in her hand and was laughing as she came out, "What have my sons brought home to play with tonight?" she said. "This is Teresa Mother." Randall said. "Good, another little white slut to make our slave." "Yes Mother" all said at one time. "Now, slut, you want my sons to train you to enjoy real men?" "Oh yes, please, please fuck me." I heard myself saying. "YOu gave her the drug already Randall?" "Yes Mother." he said. "But I never took any drugs." I protested. "Dear, she said very close to my face, "Drugs can be given in many ways. In yur case, He slipped it into you pussy while playing with you at the movies. Didn't you notice you wanted to fuck more?" "Yes, yes I did, but I love fucking anyway."

She leaned down and kissed me then got over my face, "Open slave, open your mouth." I dod and thought she was going to make me eat her but they a stream of pee came out of her. I tried to swallow it but gagged and it went all over my face and hair. She pissed for a long time then she got a hose and washed me off. "Now dear, we shall disiciplne you." and a whip came down across my tits leaving red marks. "Oh, damn, that hurt" I yelled. "Gag the slave Aubry." He did and tied it good so I could not really yell. Then the whip came down again and hit my nipples drawing blood this time. She moved around my body even aiming between my legs while one of her sons held my pussy lips apart and hit the clit several times making me jump and at the same time arousing me again. She stopped and said, "Okay, now fuck her for a couple hours. Make sure to fill her with your cum. I was entered by first one then another till I had three cocks in me deep pounding me hard. Orgasms follwoed one after another then they switched and filled me again.

After a while I was feeling great from the cocks and cum and she came out again and began whipping me again. "YOu will find out that sex and pain are the same Slave. YOU will be whipped then fucked and whipped then fucked again all week. YOU will have no will of your own except to be a slave for anyone I say." she said laughing making me fear but also making me want more. "I have one request." I said quivering. "Waht is that slave?" "Please fuck me too, please." "Untie her abd bring her to my bed." she tld them and they did. My legs were weak and they carried me and put me on the bed. The dried blooed was on the sheets and the Mother put on a large dildo and got on the bed and grabbed my nipples and puled them hard from my chest and made me moae. It felt hot and did not hurt now. "Good slave, you feel pleasure." "Yes." I said and kissed her deep. She laid back and told me to suck her dildo. It was huge and long. I took it in and bagan sucking it when she suddenly pushed my head down on it making it go into my throat. She let me go up and down some then held my head down on it. It was blocking me breathing and I began to move and her sons held me down. I was not able to breathe and was needing air. "Feel good now Slave.?" she said laughing.

I could not move and still she held my head down the dildo blocking my airway. I passed out and came around I dod not know how long later. She was on top of me riding my pussy with her dildo. "Back with us Slave?" "Yes Mother." I said. "Good, do it again, suck my cock." I moved to it and knew it was going to happen again and it did. She held my head down and again I passed out. Again I woke to her fucking me with the dildo. "Again slave." she laughed and again I swallowed the dildo and again passed out. "I do not know how many times this happened but I found myself under one of her sons being fucked hard. He filled me and another mounted me and another until they had all filled me again. I was a rag doll now and moved as they wanted to move me. I had dildos in me and al sorts of things, some toys and some not. I looked down and saw a needle pushing into my arm then a feeling all over me of warmth and a fog in my mind. I do not remember much after that and all I know is I was sore as I woke up dripping cum and my body having been cleaned off but red stripes all over my body.

Mother was there. "Time to see if everything worked Dear." she said and she dressed me and we walked out and went downstairs. The room was full of people all dressed formally. "This is Teresa, our new slave. She will do anything with anybody. JUst say the trigger word." I looked at her and suddenly felt myself floating. "Take off yur clothes." said a man. I did and dropped them on the floor. "Damn, very good training." he told Mother. Another person looked at me and pointed to the corner, "Suck him I kelt in front of a man and the man that had spoken said, "No, not him." The man moved and he said pointing to a great dane, "Suck him, the dog." I got on the floor and massaged his cock the dog laying down to let me have access to him and I took him into my mouth and sucked his in a way to give him the most pleasure. He filled my mouth and his knot almost got into it but I kept it from doing that. I got up, "Now fuck his brother" another man said and another greta dane got on me and filled me with his knot. Fucking me hard and long I kept having orgasms over and over.

"Let me show you something else." Mother said. Teresa, Sit on the shiny pole." I went to a tal shihy smooth gold pole about 2 feet high on a base on the flor. "Everyone ready?" Mother and then she turned a dial and I felt me body convulse. Electric shocks went through me and I collaped as it stopped. "She will do anything even if it means she dies." I heard mother say. "Shock her again" a woman said. Now wait." she said. "Get up." I did almost falling over. "Put the pole up again and sit on it again so we can see you get shocked again." I heard myself say "Yes." and did as she said. The woman took the dial and I again shook as the current went through me. I head her laughing through a cloud and people clapping as my body jerked and fell to the floor.

"Again Teresa," someone said and I did it again. "Fuck look, she had an orgasm, the floor is soaked." I heard myself say, "Please, make me cum again." and again the shock filled me and I was out on the floor. When I woke several men and women were around me cherring each other on as one after another fucked any open hole. I woke up in a bed, cleaned and worn out. This lasted for two weeks and Steve came and got me. Mother kissed him, she was totally naked as Steve came in. She is all your slave now Dear. She told him my word and we left.

NEXT DAY I TALK TO HER BOUT NOT KICKING IT BUT " HANGING OUT ", REMEMBER THIS FELLAS CAUSE YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF KNOWING THE OPPOSITE OF A GOOD FUCK PLUS A GOOD KICK IN THE BALLZ, NEVER ASK ME HOW IT WENT, LOL, BUT YEAH I ASK HER TO HANG OUT AND SHIT, SHE GOES OFF FOR LIKE 15 MINUTES CAUSE I GUESS SHE GETTING READY AND SAYS WHERE YOU WANNA MEET? I SAID AT THE 7-11 STORE. AND I FIND MY HOMIE TONY WITH HER, AND I'M LIKE, WTF. ANYWAYS HE WAS THERE CAUSE THEY HUNG OUT BEFORE, LIKE 4 MONTHS BEFORE I STARTED HANGING OUT WITH HER AND TONY. SO TONY, ME AND LEINA WENT TO A SCHOOL, MAN WHEN SHE GOT OUT OF THE VEHICLE I SEEN HER ASS AND TITS AND I WAS LIKE DAMN, ALOTS CHANGED SINCE HIGH SCHOOL, LOL...

ALSO SHE HAD ON A GREY SWEATER AND HAD NO TROUBLE WITH THAT ASS GETTING OUT OF THA CAR, IT BOUNCED A LITTLE AND SO DID HER TITS, TONY KNEW WHY TO HANG OUT WITH HER, HE WAS NOT RETARDED N SHIT, PLUS ME AND TONY USED TO RUN THE SCHOOL BACK IN THE DAY LIKE EVOLUTION RAN WRESTLING FOR A SHORT TIME, NOT THAT THEY WERE GREAT OR ANYTHING BUT THEY KICKED THAT ASS, LOL, ANYWAY I FINALLY GET OUT AFTER SHE LOCKS ME INSIDE, DUMB ASS DOOR. AND SO I FUCKING TRY GETTING OUT WITHOUT TONY TALKING SHIT AND WHATNOT, LOL, SO WE WALK DOWN THE PATHWAY AND INTO THE SCHOOL, I SEEN THAT ASS BOUNCE AND SHIT AND SHE WAS LOOKING AT ME AND I TRIED TO HUG HER TO GET A FEEL OF DEM TITS AND NUDGE ON THEM A BIT, YEAH SHE LOOKED LIKE THAT PORNSTAR LONI FROM BANGBUS AND SHIT. BUT YEAH SHE WAS TELLING TONY " SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH ". AND THEN AFTER A FEW WEEKS GONE BY OF HANGING OUT I TALK TO TONY AND TRY TO SEE IF WHEN HER ROOMATE WASN'T HOME WE COULD OF FUCKED HER UNTIL SHE AS KAT WILLIAMS SAYS " HAS A GUT PUFFING IN AND OUT HELLA FAST PANTING "...

SO NOT ONLY DID THAT NOT HAPPEN BUT I NEVER SPOKE TO HER FOR 4 MONTHS CAUSE SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND IN THA SERVICE, BUT YEAH TONY NEVER TALKED TO HER OR ME BUT I'LL TRY TO GET YOU GUYS THE DETAILS LATER ON IN THE 2ND ONE CAUSE IF SHE DOESN'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND ANYMORE, SHE'S GONNA GET IT BY ME AND I'LL MAKE SURE SHE GETS THAT ASS TAPPED HARD AGAINST THE WALL AND WANTING TO STOP, LOL. YOU KNOW HOW I DO, MAYBE EVEN ASK HER TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND AND WE' LL BE HAVING SEX FOR 2 HOURS STRAIGHT, LOL...

TO CONTINUE TO PART 2 SOMEDAY, IF IT HAPPENS...

-THA J-MANN

 

If I lived in a city I would be likely out in the bars looking for someone with whom to relieve some of my sexual frustration, but since I live in a small town, hours away from the nearest city the possibilities are severely limited. 

 

That leaves the internet. 

 

For some time now I have been going into the chatrooms online and meeting up with women who are apparently in similar situations to mine – not getting enough at home and looking for a little fun online.  I was actually quite surprised how many women are out there who are as horny as I am and are willing to share their desires.  It was unexpected that they would tell me about their fantasies while chatting online, but I was amazed that some would play with themselves while doing it.  I was really thrilled when some of these women had cameras and would show themselves playing online – WOW!

 

Not being shy myself, I too got a camera and had a lot of fun sharing ‘playtime’ with some of these women.

 

Having the camera was something I had to keep hidden from my wife though. I could not come up with a good excuse for having it, so I kept it secreted away and only brought it out when my wife was out of the house.  Having the camera in secret is the reason I got to see something I never thought I would.

 

Shelly and I generally argue about little things, including who is doing more around the house.  Her work is only part-time, so I get upset when I come home from work and find the house a mess when she has been home all day.  She tells me that she is ‘busy’ during the day but I see little evidence that anything is being done around the house.  I decided to give myself an edge in our argument about what was going on at home.  I had seen advertisements on the internet about software that let you watch your house when you weren’t home. I think it was meant for security, or to monitor your kids or something, but I thought that I could use it to see for myself what Shelly did at home when I was at work. I assumed I would see her sitting around watching soaps all day, chatting on the phone or whatever – I was in for a little bit of a surprise.

 

Getting up early one morning, I hid the camera inside a vase that was on top of the entertainment center in the living room.  Running the cable through the maze of wires that connected to the TV and stereo, I tucked it through the vent that was common to the living room and the study.  I turned on the computer, connected the camera and saw that it gave a very good view of the living room.  After downloading the software, I hid the icon for it, and left the computer on. I was all set-up now to gather evidence that Shelly sat around and did nothing all day, I left for work.

 

Arriving at my office I closed the door, sat at the computer, and typed in the web address that came with the ‘spy’ software.  I followed the simple instructions and within a couple of minutes I was connected and in control of the computer at home – very cool. I activated camera view and again saw my living room, it was still quiet – Shelly must still be in bed.  I decided to give her a call and get her up – hell if I had to be at work all day, at least she could be awake.

 

Shelly answered the phone groggily, sleep coming through in her voice.

“Hi” I said “Still sleeping?”

“Ummm, yeah….”

“Oh sorry for waking you up” I lied, “I just wanted to remind you to get some shaving crème for me when you go shopping today”

“Ok, I will.  Ummm what time will you be home today?”

“Oh, regular time I suppose. Why?”

“Oh, no reason – wondering what time to make supper is all.”

“Ok.”

“I’ll let you go then.”

“K. Bye.”

“Bye”

 

The phone went dead and I imagined I would see Shelly on the screen in a couple of minutes.  She was awake now and the trip to the washroom she would likely have to make would take her right through the living room.  I didn’t have to wait long, I saw her at the far end of the room coming through the door.   Still in her PJ’s she stepped quickly through the room and then disappeared through the bathroom doorway.

 

My work is quite technical, and my boss lets me pretty much run with it, he never asks what I am working on, he just e-mails assignments to me and leaves me alone.  I will on occasion leave my door closed while I am working, so I can concentrate, so I was pretty confident I could watch Shelly while at work and no-one would be the wiser.  Besides, I figured, I would just be checking every few minutes to confirm she was sitting on the sofa watching TV or whatever, I would still be able to work.

 

While Shelly was in the washroom, I started on my first task at work while keeping the camera view open in a small window on my screen.  I was working my way through a problem when I saw Shelly come out of the bathroom and park her ass on the sofa – ah ha! Just as I expected. 

 

This was cool!  I felt kinda mischievous watching Shelly while she was oblivious to me seeing her sitting there.  Surprisingly, she only sat for a few moments then proceeded into the study. I lost sight of her as she stepped though the doorway.

‘What is she doing now?’ I wondered. ‘Probably on the computer’ I thought, it was a good thing I had put the camera on ‘hide’ mode. I realized something else as well.  If she was going to be on the computer I could see what she was doing.  The software I had downloaded allowed me to secretly view the host computer screen. Cool. I looked into the help file of the spy software to figure how to see the screen at home. Following the directions I soon had Shelly’s screen open on my desktop.  Man, this was so cool! ‘I should be a private eye or something’, I told myself.

 

I soon realized that I was not much of a investigator.  While I watched Shelly’s screen on the computer I saw something that caught me completely off guard, Shelly opened the Yahoo! chat site. That is the site that I always went to when I was looking to fool around online!

 

I realized though that there were many chat rooms in Yahoo! and I’m sure some would be of interest to Shelly, not all the sites were ‘Adult’ oriented. It would be a ‘Movies’ or ‘Crafts’ site that Shelly would be coming here for I rationalized. That was not the case I soon saw however.

 

As soon as she was logged in I saw that she went immediately to the ‘Married and Looking’ site.  My god! That is where I always went!  Did she find out that I was going here and was trying to find someone who knew me? Did she know my login name?  My fears of her trying to catch me fooling around were soon put to rest when I saw what she was up to.  I now noticed her login name as well – ‘1456_wet_princess’.  My god!! Was she actually in Yahoo! playing like I do?!

 

It was obvious she was, and with a passion.  Immediately after she logged in she was actively searching out men with cameras and asking to view.  With a login name like ‘wet_princess’ most men immediately opened their camera to her.

 

She soon had 4 cameras open on her, and my, desktop.  The men were in various stages of undress - two of them were completely naked and stroking full raging hard-ons!

 

 I was stunned.  Shelly, who had been so inhibited lately, was now openly watching these men, complete strangers, stroke their meat.  I was at once angry and intrigued by the fact that Shelly was watching these men jack off.  I wondered how often she had watched this, and wondered if she played along.  I know many women love to play with themselves when I play on camera, was Shelly like that too?

 

Shelly opened a chat window to one of the guys who was playing with his cock. It was huge.

 

            Mmmm ….. nice cock  she typed.

            Ty

            I’d love to see you cum

            Would you?

            Mmmm YES please.

           

Holy SHIT!!  Shelly was loving this! She was asking to see him cum! I couldn’t believe it. 

Another chat window opened as someone sent Shelly an Instant Message.

 

            Hi Shelly….how’s my sweetie?

            Jason! Great. Yours?

 

Who the hell was Jason? And why was he calling Shelly ‘sweetie’? Likely someone she watched cum on here I figured.

 

            So far so good, I’ve got today off.

            Do you? She asked.

            Yep. Whatcha doin’?

            Oh ….. watching…. J

            You’re naughty….lol

            Aint I…. lol….. Where’s Cindy?

            Working

 

Cindy? Must be ‘Jason’s’ wife. She knows this guy’s wife’s name? How long had they been chatting and whatever else on here?

 

            So’s Brent  J

            Is he?

            Yep….I’m home all day all alone…… L

            Hang on, I’m gonna phone you.

            Ok.

 

The typing in the chat window stopped and the mouse was stationary on the screen. It seemed that this Jason guy was what she was looking for in the chatroom. My head was spinning. Here I thought my wife was just being lazy, when the fact of the matter was she was being a bit of a slut.  And now she was going to be on the phone with some guy from the internet!!

 

In my camera view I now saw Shelly move from the study to the living room and pick up the phone. I had to assume it was Jason. She smiled as she talked and I could see her laugh as well.  She appeared to really enjoy talking to this ‘Jason’ guy.  I was starting to get a bit more jealous and wished I knew what the conversation was about.  They only talked for a couple of minutes before Shelly put down the phone, looked at her watch and hurried out of the room.

 

I never even considered the work I was supposed to be doing as I was stunned by what I had seen over the last 20 minutes.  My wife was slutting around on the internet watching men jack-off and talking to them on the phone.  I was tempted to go home right now and confront her about it, but really didn’t know what to say.  Actually I was a bit interested in the fact that Shelly liked to watch men, I had always dreamed of a bit of a swinger’s lifestyle and if Shelly was into other men……then maybe…..

If we were to ‘swing’, would I be able to accept her fucking other men? Would she want to?  I considered that for a minute and realized that if I desired other women, why wouldn’t she desire other men. She obviously liked watching other men masturbate.  It might be kind of kinky to watch my wife get fucked by someone else – imagine fucking some new lover while I watched some guy balls deep in my wife. The thought of it actually aroused me and I could feel a twitch in my pants.

 

As I sat there pondering the possibilities Shelly re-entered the living room.  She hadn’t changed her clothes but I could see that she had taken a shower, her hair was wet and she was brushing it as she sat down on the sofa.  She sat there brushing her hair quietly for a few minutes then suddenly she jumped up, peeked out the curtains and then hurried out of the room.

 

Someone was at the door I guessed.

 

Shelly disappeared from view for a few minutes and then re-appeared – someone was with her.

 ‘OHH…’ I realized, ‘THAT Jason!’ Now I knew who ‘Jason and Cindy’ were.  We had played baseball together last summer. They lived in the same town but we never socialized, or at least we never ALL socialized.  It was apparent that Jason and Shelly were quite more than social.  My god!! If he was with Shelly, with me being away at work – her greeting him in her PJ’s, it could only mean one thing -They were fucking!  Son of a bitch! - some detective I was - had to see it on camera to catch on…

 

All manner of things ran though my head now…. Was she actually fucking him? How long had this been going on? Did she suck his cock like she used to suck mine? Was he better in bed than I was?  I was really at a loss what to think or do.

I was sure of one thing though….I was going to watch and find out what was happening.

 

Well, It didn’t take long to find out.  Shelly, still in her PJ’s sat down on the sofa and Jason sat beside her.  She turned to him, took his hand in hers and laid on her thigh.  Then she leaned into him giving him a deep wet kiss.

 

That BITCH! She was being such a slut! The odd part of it was, I was excited by it - I instantly felt my prick jump in my pants. Quickly getting up, I went down the hall to tell my boss that I was going to have to go home for the rest of the day. I didn’t want him looking for me. I then went back to my office and locked the door.  Turning off the light in my office, lest someone see it on under the door, I sat down to see exactly what was going to become of this – it was pretty obvious I guess…

 

I fluked out how I had set the camera up, Shelly and Jason were in perfect view, I wondered if they ever considered that I would find out about them, let alone sit here and watch their every move.

 

As they continued to kiss passionately, Jason's hand on Shelly's thigh was now in full motion.  He took long gently caresses along the inside of her thigh, I knew that this tuned Shelly on.  Apparently Jason did as well. His caresses were soon rewarded as Shelly gratuitously spread her legs for him allowing his hand to migrate up and find her pussy.  This was incredible – here was I, sitting at work watching my wife be fondled by another man, and I felt my cock growing as he did.  I have watched a few couples fuck live on webcam, none of them came close to being as much of a turn on as this. 

 

‘Damn’ I thought, ‘I should have set up a mic too’, in my mind I could hear Shelly’s sexy moaning, she was never quiet during any kind of sex, and judging by the way she was squirming on Jason's hand now, she would be making all kinds of sexy sounds.  Shelly's legs were wide open now and I could see that she was rocking her panty covered pussy eagerly against Jason's hand.  Her own hand now was returning the favor, I watched as she reached between Jason's legs and massaged his cock through his jeans.

 

Her passion was obviously intense, she broke their kiss and laid her head back on the sofa to gather her breath. As she reclined, her hand never missed a beat, she continued to stroke and squeeze Jason's cock as she regained her breath - her eyes closed in pleasure.

 

I could feel my cock growing to match the bulge in Jason’s pants – well, almost growing as much anyway.  It was obvious that Jason’s growing cock was huge. Even through his pants I could tell that he had quite a unit, and Shelly was eagerly stroking it to achieve it’s full length. 

 

Having caught her breath, Shelly leaned forward and turned more fully toward Jason. I caught the lustful grin she gave him before she reached over with her other hand to unfasten his belt.  Her eyes were locked completely on his crotch as she released the button of his pants then lowered his zipper.  Jason continued to massage Shelly's pussy and she was relishing it. 

I had fortunately spent the extra $50 and bought a high quality camera.  With it I could see the flush of excitement on her cheeks and throat.  I had not seen her look this horny in a long time.  Her hands were quivering in either her own excitement or anticipation, as she reached into the open fly of Jason’s pants and stroked his cock, now only constricted by his underwear.  She appeared to be mesmerized by his organ. I had to admit jealously that it was impressive.  As she played more and more with it, the snake that he had trapped in his pants continued to grow. Easily two inches of it protruded out of the top of his underwear and Shelly was captivated by it. 

 

I felt somewhat embarrassed by my own six and a half inches. I had never had complaints, but it was obvious by Shelly's actions and expression that she really REALLY like Jason's huge cock.

 

Shelly, broke her gaze away from Jason's cock and looked at his face. She gave him that same slutty, horny smile then slid off of the sofa.  She nestled herself between his legs and bent over his lap.  Due to the camera position I could not see details, but it was obvious what she was doing. Her head began to bob slowly up and down in his lap. Jason's hand was on the back of her head and he leaned back on the sofa – MY sofa, as I watched my wife bobbing up and down  on his cock! 

 

It was crazy but this was a GREAT turn on for me and I felt my own passion rising.  Taking a quick glance to double check that my office door was locked, I slipped down my own fly to release my cock.  It was fully erect, and as soon as it was released from its confines I instinctively started to stroke it in rhythm to the view I had of my wife sucking Jason's huge cock.

 

Jason raised himself off of the sofa slightly, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and underwear, and slid them down his thighs.  Shelly took over from there and finished pushing them down his legs.  As she leaned back to toss his clothes aside, I saw the monster they had hidden. My god! It was huge!! Shelly now stood up and turning toward me, or the camera, faced her ass to Jason.  I saw her smile as she gazed unfocused in my direction raising her nightgown slowly up and off of her.  She turned around, looking over her shoulder, then lowered her panties down past her hips, then let them drop.

 

I could see Jason's eyes staring at my wife’s ass, she wiggled it at him, smiling with that naughty grin, then she turned her head to face him.  She backed up toward Jason bringing her naked ass toward him.  As she neared the sofa she half squatted, reaching between her legs to take his cock in her hand.  With slow and focused movement she held his cock as she lowered herself slowly down, down, down.  Her eyes were closed tight in concentration.  I was certain she was seeing how much of Jason’s missile she could get inside of her.  I was amazed, shocked, and extremely aroused as I watched her take half of it, rise up to relieve the pressure and then lower herself further and further down onto that huge cock. Her glazed eyes were opened wide as she worked on engulfing his organ. Shelly was oblivious to the fact that she was staring right at me as she looked with unseeing eyes and focused her attention on swallowing Jason’s gigantic member inside her pussy. 

 

With his hands on her hips Jason guided her as she tried to swallow him. With several stop and starts over two or three minutes, she had most of him inside her. She apparently wasn’t content with that however. She swallowed, closed her eyes tightly, I saw her mouth open in a squeal as she dropped herself the last inch or so, landing solidly on Jason's thighs.

 

 ‘Holy FUCK!’ I thought, she took the whole thing!!.’  Shelly stopped all movement as she grew accustomed to having Jason inside of her, then after a few moments started to grind her ass into him with a steady rhythm.

 

The sight of Shelly now rocking gently and steadily on Jason's cock was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.  I knew how wet my wife got when she was aroused and she was VERY aroused now. I could see in my mind’s eye the juices cascading out her pussy, over Jason's balls and leeching down onto my sofa off of his ass.  It was hugely exciting for me and I felt a drop of precum ooze from my cock as I watched this guy, who I barely knew, fuck my wife royally on my own sofa. Again I wished I could hear Shelly's vocalizations.

 

I could see her mouth moving and it was only from my memory I could hear her squeals and grunts. I never thought I would enjoy watching my wife so thoroughly enjoying fucking someone else, but I certainly was.  My own arousal was intense, I was mesmerized by the scene that had played out in front of me.  I was steadily stroking my cock now, and wishing I was inside Shelly's wet slit feeling its liquid velvet myself.  Trying to get at least some of the sensation I spit on my hand to lubricate my cock. I was rewarded with a great increase in my own pleasure.  I didn’t care now if I was at work, I knew I would cum watching my wife ride Jason. It was exciting to think that I was watching this all like it was a film, but knowing it was live – right now occurring in my own living room on my own sofa.

 

 Jason's hands were still on her hips as he helped her ride up and down on his cock.  She appeared to be comfortable now with his size and was taking longer and more forceful thrusts down onto him.  Her hands were on her thighs for leverage and she was bobbing her ass steadily now. Her head had dropped down, her chin near her chest, she appeared to be watching her hungry quim as she proudly rode Jason's great member, stroke after stroke after stroke. Her tempo soon increased  in both speed and intent.  She was fucking his cock now like a woman possessed.  Hard and fast she rode him for a couple of minutes, her head thrown back as she savoured him completely filling her.

 

Shelly slowed her thrusts, likely to prevent her own orgasm, then leaned forward raising herself slowly to her feet.  I saw her reluctantly withdraw from Jason, his cock slowly slipping out of her wet cleft . She had to raise up a long way before he was completely out of her. She half turned to him and I saw her lips move as she said something to him.  Jason rose off of the sofa as well.  Shelly now replaced Jason on the sofa except she positioned herself on her hands and knees.  Well one knee, anyway. She placed her hands on the armrest and one knee on the sofa. Her other foot was still on the floor when Jason slid in behind her. He too put one knee on the sofa and one foot on the floor and his hands were on her waist as he drew himself close to her. 

 

With a side view I now had a full appreciation of the enormity of Jason's meat.  If I hadn’t seen Shelly take it all inside of her I wouldn’t have believed it, but as big as it was, it couldn’t feel better to him than mine did to me right now.

 

Jason snuggled in behind her and Shelly visibly stretched her ass back to meet him.  He moved toward her, holding his cock in one hand, he guided it toward her like a lance. He stopped coming forward as the tip of his cock touched her slit. She leaned back further until his probing member split her lips.  Shelly’s pussy must have been now accustomed to Jason’s size. She held firm as Jason almost viciously shot his hips forward instantly burying his monster inside her to the hilt.  Her mouth opened in a cry of pleasure that I wish I could have heard.

 

My cock was oozing precum steadily now and with its lubrication mixed with my own saliva I was getting closer and closer to cumming. Watching my wife throw her ass back against Jason as he fucked her pussy hard was far more exciting than I could have imagined. 

 

Shelly was firmly grasping the arm of the sofa to brace against Jason’s thrusts as he rammed his huge prize into her over and over.  I knew Shelly. She loved it hard like this, and Jason was giving it to her like I only wished I could. 

 

Shelly raised her head and as she threw it back I saw the expression on her face.  I felt my cock jump in my hand as I shot my first wad of cum.  Shelly was deep, deep in orgasm.  I could see her quiver as she tried to control her motions while she bucked hard against Jason’s member.  I shot rope after rope of sperm onto my desk, my keyboard and myself as I watched my wife cum long and hard.  Jason held up his pace for Shelly as she rode him through her orgasm then as her gyrations subsided he pushed hard and deep into her.  He grabbed her hips and as he forced himself as deep into her as he could I saw his body twitch as he pumped his cum into my wife.  His orgasm set Shelly off again. She immediately began to push and convulse against him as he splashed her womb with his seed. 

 

Jason dropped his head down on Shelly’s back as his orgasm subsided.  Shelly too was justifiably exhausted from her own orgasms and she dropped easily down onto the sofa.  As she fell away from Jason his cock lazily popped out of her and I saw a gush of their juices ooze from her pussy to drip onto my sofa.

 

The mess they had made on my furniture was as bad as the mess I had made  myself on my desk and keyboard.  I sat now in my own ejaculate watching my wife relax in the afterglow of the sex she had just had with another man.  I was surprised to find myself not mad or jealous.  I was in fact still aroused, my still solidly erect cock a testament to the fact.  I wonder what Shelly would think if she knew that I was aroused by her fucking other men.  Would she let me watch her do it live?

 

Shelly, I saw, had still not had enough of Jason’s huge cock. She had already recovered from her orgasm and had taken Jason’s meat in her mouth.

 

Now, I thought, is the time to find out what she’d think of being watched.  I knew I could sneak in the house without her hearing me….  I began to clean up my mess so I could head home to watch my wife and her lover…….

 

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our clothes came off and my hard cock went into carolyn's pussy.

we were at it for an hour. carolyn was screaming deeper. fuck me deeper. and we kept saying we love each other.  jen got a key at the desk and walked in on me and carolyn as we were fucking the shit out of each other. i was pounding her plump thighs so hard the room was shaking. carolyn i love you

                                                         

 

 One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.

 During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.

 That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.

 One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn’t a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would. On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action. Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing “astrological observations” the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a “brisk” (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have “a boy’s night out”. The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.

 He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn’t be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.

 My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; “Does he really want to do this, with me?” I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse’s uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready. I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him.  He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.

 Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is ½ A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses. I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock. It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband’s in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him. I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him. We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.

No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark’s face to see his head down turned,

In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; “I love it!” This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.

 I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other’s naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts. His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure.

I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; “No one has ever done that to me, I almost…” Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over. We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again. He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily. He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.

 I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly “Fuck Me!” He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt

six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; “More!” His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further. I pleaded with him; “I want it all!” I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply. “Now, Fuck Me Hard!” I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body’s urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me. We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke. I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; “Thank you!” over and over again.

 For a time we laid there locked in each other’s arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach. He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; “How was it?” “Wonderful!” I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. “Very well, I see” he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark’s slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.

 I don’t know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark’s hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it “doggy-style”, ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: “Oh, yeah!” We ended this session on our side’s; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.

 I was next awakened by the dawn’s light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other’s arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant. I could feel it swell and grow inside me. With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.

 Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; “Please don’t let it end here?” I looked at his face and he kissed me again. “I won’t”, he replied and left.

 I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.

"Hi Jan, yes it has been a while," I reply.  My eyes are quickly glancing up and down her body, all of a sudden noticing her nice curves.  I try to act cool.  "So how are things going?"  She rolls her eyes indicating that things have been going pretty shitty.

"Where to start? Katie\'s away at school, Tommy is failing out of his classes and to top it all off, Kelly and I are having problems with our marriage." 

"What kind of problems?" I ask and then realize I am being rude.  "If you don\'t mind me asking."  Jan smiles and then shrugs.

"Tell you what, I could use your help moving things at the house and if you help, I\'ll tell you all about it."  I smile back at her and agree.

An hour later, I\'ve helped move an entertainment center and a couch.  I\'ve also learned that her husband isn\\\'t having sex with her as often as they were (which wasn\'t very much to begin with) and she thinks he might be having an affair with another man he works with.  That\'s when I ask her what she\\\'s going to do about it.

"Well, that\'s where I think you can help me," she says, a smile creeping across her face.  "I want you to help."

"Help with what? Like talk to him?" She took a step closer to me and shook her head, her hanfd went to my stomach.

"I would like it if you were to show me what my daughter kept talking about."  I looked down to my crotch and then into her eyes.  "Yes, that." She must be making a mistake I was thinking.  I never had sex with her daughter, although Katie may have told her about my dick.  I decided to go for it and unbuttoned my jeans.  The zipper came next but I held up my pants in case this was a joke.

"Wait, I want to see you remove some clothing first," I said, praying that this was for real.  Jan smiled a Chesire Cat grin and began unbuttoning her shirt.  Soon I saw her large breasts almost popping out of the black bra.  Her hands unhooked the bra and I saw the greatest tits I have ever seen in my life.  Knowing this was for real, I dropped my pants and boxer-briefs (they offer comfort and support) to the floor.  My penis almost fully hard just seeing her breasts.  "Like what you see?"

"Oh yes I do," she said as she took off her pants and underwear.  We were both naked soon enough and on the couch I had moved not too long ago.  I sat and she lay facedown with her head facing my dick.  "Wow, this is a nice dick you have.  It\\\'s nice and long....just what I\'ve always wanted."  Her lips kissed the head of my dick and she wrapped them around my dick.  She was giving me the best blowjob of my life.  My hand went across her back, down her amazing ass and two fingers slipped into her already wet pussy. 

After a few minutes of great cock sucking, she took it out of her mouth and smiled at me.  My dick was shiny with her siliva and she was slowing stroking it.  I wanted her pussy so bad, I wanted to fuck her all night long.  My mind was gone to lust, the most basic of human instincts was taking control.  I stood up and laid her on the couch on her back.  I could see she trimmed her pubic hairs because it looked good enough to eat.

I put my head to her crotch and inserted my long tongue into her pussy.  It tasted so good it is indescribable.  I wriggled my tongue inside her and then licked and gently bit her clit.  Her soft screams and moans mean I was doing a good job.  It tasted so good I wanted to keep eating but my dick won that fight.  I crawled up so we were face to face and she guided my dick into her wet pussy.  Her eyes closed and she exhaled deeply.  She grabbed my hips and pushed me farther into her.

"Oh my god, that\\\'s it.......it feels soooooo good," she said.  "It\\\'s hitting the right spot everytime."  I laughed and drove my dick deeper into her.  She moaned heavily.  I began thrusting in and out and in and out faster and faster.  Her tits bounced up and down and all over the place.  I kept grabbing and sucking on them and gently bitting the nipples.  She was pushing back into my thrusts making my balls hit her ass.  She was moaning heavily and repeating the phrases: "OH GOD", "Fuck" and "Ohhhhhh.....".  I felt her muscles tighten and then a surge of wetness came from inside her, orgasm number 1. 

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over to fuck her doggy-style.  This time, she was doing most of the fucking, her body was rocking back and forth into my dick.  I was grabbing her round, firm ass and slamming into her hard, heaing her ass slap my body.  "Oh god Jared, oh god, fuckkkkkk."  I slapped her ass and she loved it.  "Do it again, please."  My balls were hitting her clit as our fucking speed increased.  She orgasmed again and I felt my cum coming. 

"Shit, where do you want my cum?" I asked, slowing our pace down.  She wanted it on her tits this time she said, with emphasis on \'this time\'.  She laid on her back and we got back to fucking.  I never wanted to stop fucking this sweet pussy on this gorgeous older woman.  I held it back as long as I could, I pulled my dick out and groaned as the biggest load of my life exploded from my dick.  The load was all over her chest and she was rubbing it around her tits.  "How was that?"

"That was amazing, the best sex I have ever had," she replied, a big smile on her face. 

"Oh for sure mine too....that was my biggest load ever." 

"Next time, I wanted it inside me, I want you to keep cumming inside me," she said.  She kissed me hard on the lips and said: "It was great catching up with you, I\'ll call you soon."

So i take the putter from he and get into the putting position and as i done this Carol got behind me and started grapping my crotch and whispered in my ear ' I want you Dan and i want you now'.

So we agreed to meet at the car park to the forest just a few minutes away, Carol told Darren that she was going down to Asda and would be back in 20 minutes.

I was the first to arrive at the forest and was sitting in my car waiting and was so horny, my cock was at full lenth and was rock hard, i got it out and started myself off but as soon as i started i heard a knock on the window and Carol was waiting there staring at my now 8 inch cock. As soon as the door opened she jumped on me and we started kissing passionatly and managed to rip off her blouse and she had a lovely pair of tits, her nipples were perfect size and they now had my tongue licking up and down on the pair of them.

I moved down on her pussy and it is perfectly shaven and quite tight considering her age and started to lick her out and was enjoying it, anyway she jumps up and just stares at my cock for a few seconds and just says 'I want that in my mouth' so she is suckong me off for about 4-5 minutes before i shoot all over her face.

We relax for a few miutes and start kissing again before she just turns and says 'Put that cock in me' so we go at it again for about 20 before her phone rings, its Darren, so she answers bearing in mind my cock is still in her pussy and says that she will be 10 mkinutes so we both finish up and once again i shoot my load over.

We both get changed back into our clothes and go our seperate ways. One week later i see her again up the golf club and we don't even say a word to each other, but i am sure i will sex again with the pro's wife......Carol!!

“Looks like a court day?” she said, half smiling.

Fred lifted the tie and said, “A tell-tell sign.”

“Come home early; I’ll make you dinner,” she said as she rolled over to go back to sleep.

Fred was one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. He ran a private practice with two secretaries that were busy at work when he walked in the office.

He greeted them and stood at the doorway looking at them as he sipped his coffee. Red was a redhead with big tits who could be really pretty if she’d just tone down on the makeup.

Joanne was thicker than Red, but in a voluptuous way. She had puffy blonde hair and some enormous breasts. She wore fake eyelashes and too much lipstick, but it gave her a sex appeal that was similar to Marilyn Monroe.

They were docile around the boss, but Fred had a feeling that they had a wild side in bed. The problem was that they were both lesbians, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

Almost every morning, he would do the same thing that he was doing right now: sip his coffee as his eyes danced up and down their bodies filming a mental, pornographic movie. He would imagine how they would look in their underwear and how they would look topless or even what color their nipples were.

It happened subconsciously, of course, and he never knew he was doing it until he would glance at one of their faces and catch one of them frowning or rolling her eyes at him. This time it was Red rolling her eyes at him so he headed to his office to meet with his client.

He sat at his desk. She was sitting on the other side with an attitude written all over her face.

“I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. I can’t stand the thought of seeing him again,” said Mrs. Jones.

She was pissed off because she was going through a messy divorce and she thought the case would be over the last time they went in. She was wrong. It got delayed because her soon-to-be ex-husband’s lawyer found a minor technicality that postponed it until today.

“We’ll be in and out in less than two hours,” said Fred trying to calm her down.

She stood and started walking to the other side of the desk. “Two hours?” she barked in frustration. “Do you know how long two hours is? Maybe I should take some Valium or something?”

Fred stood and grabbed her gently by the shoulders. “It’s his head that’s on the chopping block, not yours,” he said trying not to laugh at how overdramatic his client was acting. “And no Valium. I don’t want you looking like some drug addict.”

She looked him up and down. He was standing very close to her. It seemed to trigger something in her. Her anger disappeared immediately. She touched his chest lovingly and smiled at him.

“We don’t have time,” said Fred. He knew what she wanted. They’d been sleeping together since a few weeks after he began working on the case.

“To hell with them. Let them wait,” Mrs. Jones said.

Everything inside of Fred told him not to do it except for the few inches that were starting to stretch and harden in his briefs.

He returned her affection by tenderly touching her elbows and then her upper arms and then her back, which led to him pulling her closer and squeezing a handful of her tender ass. Their lips met and the room was filled with the sound of lips smacking together.

Fred sat in his leather chair. Mrs. Jones leaned on him and continued kissing as she helped him loosen his tie and get his suit jacket off.

She leaned back and felt the huge bulged in his thin designer pants. It was already hard, but the sight of Mrs. Jones in her green dress hiked all the way up to her thighs made it start throbbing as it jumped in her hand.

Fred kissed her as he stroked her long blonde hair and guided her head down towards his waiting prick.

She pulled his pants down and pulled his meaty cock out. Fred looked down and saw a head of blonde hair bobbing up and down as her wet mouth engulfed his cock whole.

“Ohhh,” moaned Fred as his semen shot into Mrs. Jones’s awaiting mouth. She swallowed it as it came out.

He gently grabbed her by the head, lifted it up, looked deep into her eyes, and gave her a long, wet kiss. Once he got himself looking descent again, he and his client went to court.

After Judy finally got out of bed she went straight to Jill’s house. Jill used to be just an acquaintance of Judy. They’d recently become best friend’s because they were both in dismal relationships.

They turned to each other for comfort, but they handled their problems entirely different. Jill, a blonde spitfire with huge tits and an insatiable hunger for sex, chose to look to other men to ease her pains of the heart, while Judy, demure in nature, coped with her problems by confiding in Jill and sulking in her sorrows.

“You’re not thinking about doing anything crazy like getting a divorce, are you?” asked Judy.

“No, of course not. Tom’s trucking business makes too much money,” Jill replied. “I’m just restless and depressed I guess.”

“You could try taking a vacation. Huh? You and Tom; go to someplace exotic? That usually works.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere with Tom. The spark just isn’t there. I guess I’m tired of him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“You know how a man gets so excited when you first start dating him? I guess I want to experience that again.”

Judy’s face remained passive, but she was getting excited on the inside. Jill didn’t want to leave her husband, yet she wanted to feel the excitement of a new relationship. That could only mean one thing.

“Well could you tell me about it at the store because I have to go grocery shopping?” asked Judy.

Jill smiled brightly, said, “As long as you do all the listening, I’ll go anywhere with you.”

They continued talking about ways to fix their relationships while they shopped. It turned out that Judy was right in her assumption that Jill was going to start having an affair. She’d been seeing one of the truck drivers who worked for her husband.

Judy wanted to hear every detail, but there wasn’t much to tell. They hadn’t done anything other than flirt because the driver was too afraid of losing his job to take a chance on having sex even though it was obvious that he was dying for it.

The majority of their conversation dealt with this topic, but Judy came up with a great idea to catch her husband’s attention before they parted ways. They stopped in a clothing store to pick up the right “tools” for the job.

Later that night, Judy showered and put on a very sexy lingerie set. It was black, laced, and most of it was see-through. The panties were thin and showed a generous amount of her pussy and ass. The pushup bra was a size too small so it could really accentuate her ample breasts.

To say the least, she was a knock out!

She called Fred to the room when she heard him come through the door. She stood with her back to him waiting for a reaction. She heard footsteps and felt his soft hands touch her shoulders.

She smiled knowing that her plan had worked. Her pussy started to seep her sweet juice, happy that her long drought was about to come to a close.

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, and walked around her so he could face her. “You look beautiful,” he said.

“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Judy flirted.

She took a step back and lie on the bed. Fred followed a step behind her.

“Would you like to hear about last night?” asked Judy while sitting at the kitchen table at Jill’s house the next day.

“I’m all ears.”

“Remember the lingerie that you helped me pick out? I put it on for Fred…with all the trimmings. I wanted to surprise him when he came home from work. At first he pretended to be excited. But then that was all there was because he couldn’t even keep an erection. He’s really pathetic.”

“I’m sorry. Well what do you make of it?”

“I guess he’s just not interested in me anymore.”

“You can’t base that on a single occurrence.”

“I’m not basing it on one occurrence; it’s been going on for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t this bad before. It’s just hitting rock bottom now.”

Jill was quiet for a moment. She could see pain all over Judy’s face. She appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Jill had never been the type who listened very well, but now that she was really listening, she could see what horrible condition her friend was in mentally. Judy hadn’t been happy for a long time but Jill was too caught up in her affair with the truck driver to notice.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” She looked up for the first time. “Any suggestions?”

Jill laughed because Judy should have known better than to ask advice from somebody like her.

Judy looked out the window and said, “I think he’s having an affair. What do you think?”

“Isn’t that what it usually is?”

Judy arched an eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah, I just didn’t wanna admit it to myself.”

“You put him to the test and you’re facing up to it now.”

Jill was right but she didn’t want to throw her whole relationship away based on a hunch. She went home and decided to do some detective work. There’s no better place to search for information than from your husband’s best friend, who happened to be one of Judy’s closest friends too, so she called him over.

They sat on the couch and she thanked him for coming over. She wasn’t in a mood for bullshitting so she got straight to the point and asked him if Fred was having an affair.

Sid was shocked by the question and felt very uncomfortable. Judy and Fred were both his friends. He didn’t want to betray one to be loyal to the other.

“Fred’s my partner,” he said.

“Yeah, so? You and I go back a lot farther than you and Fred.”

“Yeah. We’ve been good friends a long time.”

“Very good friends,” she reminded him. She made it sound like he had an obligation to tell her everything.

At that moment, Sid couldn’t help but wonder how good a lawyer Judy might have been if she would have chosen law as her career. She could be very manipulative when she wanted something and she had the type of appearance, demeanor, and tone of voice that made people trust her within minutes of meeting her.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m happy to say that I have no reason to believe that Fred is seeing another woman.”

Shockingly, Judy’s expression grew sadder as the realization of what was happening set in. “I guess that means he’s just lost interest in me then,” she said.

“Why do you say that?”

“Shall I go into graphic detail for you?” said Judy, trying to salvage what was left of her sense of humor.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s just a phase he’s going through.”

There was a long silence while all the possibilities rushed through her head.

“You look great,” said Sid.

She flashed a genuine smile and thanked him. It had been a long time since anyone other than Jill had given her a compliment.

“You know, I don’t know anybody that has it together better than you,” he added.

“Then how come you were never interested in me?” said Judy with a rye smile.

“Who says I wasn’t? You’ve always had a boyfriend and plenty of guys standing in line.”

Judy’s smile brightened immensely. “So you’re saying you were interested in me?”

He didn’t like where this conversation was going. He only complimented her to make her feel better about herself. He wasn’t expecting to end up flirting with his best friend’s wife, but there was no turning back now.

“Everybody’s interested in you,” he said. “Including me.”

Judy’s eyes were wide open and her smile had stretched the width of her face. She was playing with her hair and fidgeting like a schoolgirl. “How come you never said anything?” she asked.

“Because when a girl likes a guy, he knows,” Sid said cockily.

“I guess so, but you were never the type for settling down anyway. You’re still not married.”

“Getting back to Fred—I’m sure whatever he’s going through is just temporary and he’ll snap out of it. I gotta go.”

They got up.

“Hey, thanks for coming over. I needed someone to talk to. I appreciate it.”

There was another uncomfortable silence until Judy broke it with a quick kiss on Sid’s mouth. She couldn’t look him in the eye after that. She was blushing and smiling and so was he.

“Thanks,” she said again.

Sid stepped around her and headed to the door. “Don’t do anything foolish,” he called over his shoulder.

“I never would…unless it was with you.”

Although he wanted to, he didn’t respond. He went straight to his minivan and waited until he was inside before he adjusted a very uncomfortable, throbbing boner. He didn’t want Judy to see him if she was watching through a window.

Up to that point, he had never given the possibility of having sex with Judy real consideration. The thought had crossed his mind on many occasions, usually during those wild nights that he spent with his hand and a jar of Vaseline, but he never thought it could happen in real life.

He reflexively turned the wipers on as the rain started beating down on his wind shield, but he paid the world around him no mind. He was lost in the mental images playing in his head.

The thought of making love to a woman like Judy—Hmmm.

“Are you okay?” asked Red.

“Yes, what made you say that?”

“I don’t know. I can sense something is wrong.”

“No, nothing,” said Joanne. Her face said otherwise. She was wearing a frown the size California and she hadn’t said anything all day.

Red asked repeatedly until Joanne gave in. “I love you so much,” Joanne said, “and I would just die if I caught you with another woman…” There was a slight pause, then she added, “…or man.”

Red knew her better than that. She wasn’t worried about other women. She was worried about men.

“I would never do that to you,” she pleaded and crossed the room so she could comfort her girlfriend.

“I know; it’s just that I’m so jealous. It’s the way you look at men. It’s like you miss them.”

Red was shaking her head before she was halfway done with her statement. “I love only you, Joanne. I admit sometimes I think of men, but I can never love a man, not even a little.”

“Then you wouldn’t do it with a man?”

Red laughed, said, “Of course, not. Maybe together and then we’d throw him away when we’re done.”

They both started laughing. They gave each other a quick kiss and went back to work.

About an hour later, Joanne looked up from her desk and said, “Let’s do it. I wanna make love.”

“I’d love to but we don’t have time. Sid could be back at any time.”

Joanne grimaced and said, “It’s going to be hell getting through this day.”

The phone started ringing Red answered it. It was Sid calling to check his messages and tell them he would be stopping for lunch before he came back to the office.

They got naked immediately, both of them with a huge set of tits that spilled out of their bras. Red leaned against one of the desks and raised a leg onto it, revealing her trimmed pussy with small red hairs covering it.

Joanne wasted no time dropping to her knees to get a taste. She was a lot hornier than usual. She loved having sex at work because it reminded her of their first time together.

She licked Red’s slit from her asshole to her clit and kept going a little further so she could feel her pubic hairs tickle her tongue. A few licks later, Red’s pussy was soaked and she was moaning in ecstasy. Joanne slid a finger in her and eased it in and out as she licked her clit.

“Oh, yeah!” cried Red.

She looked down so she could watch and an orgasm hit her so hard she almost slipped off the desk. Her legs trembled and stiffened and her pussy convulsed as it spurted hot juice into Joanne’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck me with your tongue!”

That, Joanne did. She swallowed every drop of cum she could. Her tongue never stopped its assault on Red’s hot clit. Sometimes she’d pull back and finger fuck so she could get a joy out of watching her lover quiver as one orgasm after another hit her.

“I want to taste you,” Red managed to mumble, so they trading places.

Red kissed Joanne passionately before she went down on her. She wanted to taste her own pussy juice, something she liked doing because it seemed so kinky and made her a lot hornier every time she did it.

She first discovered this when she would suck her own pussy juice off her ex-boyfriends’ cocks when she was dating men. Joanne didn’t have a cock so she had to suck it off her lips by kissing her repeatedly with tongues attacking until she couldn’t taste it anymore.

Joanne sat completely on the desk with her legs spread wide apart. Her pussy was trimmed a lot more than Red’s. It was tapered into a puffy triangle with a fat clit protruding beneath it.

Red opened her pussy lips and dove right into it. It was already soaking wet and shining as Red dipped her tongue into the pool of love juice inside of it.

She gyrated her tongue on Joanne’s clit and slurped at it.

“Like that!” screamed Joanne.

She tossed her head back and savored every moment. She knew they had limited time and having sex at work was her favorite place to have sex. Opportunities were rare because someone was always at the office, so when one came up, she really let herself go wild.

She felt a finger enter her pussy followed by another. She looked down and saw Red pulling both fingers out and sticking them in her mouth to suck the juice off, and then slide them back in.

Joanne’s cunt was tingling madly now. Both women were talking nasty to each other as Red slid both fingers back inside her.

Her tits were so big and they were driving Red crazy. She started licking her pussy again.

“Make me cum on your tongue!” pleaded Joanne. “Ohhhh!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Ohhh…myyyy…gooooood!”

Cunt juice was spilling into Red’s mouth like a waterfall. Joanne grabbed her hair and forcefully pushed her face deeper into her hot nest while she thrust her horny pussy at her mouth.

She waited for this orgasm to cease before she pulled her up and gave her another kiss so they could share in each other’s juices.

They got dressed in a hurry, opened a window to let the office air out, and went back to work as if nothing had happened.

They finished just in time because Fred walked in with his client about three minutes later. She looked pissed and he didn’t look too happy either. They went straight to the office without saying a word.

“I can’t believe we have to go back again!” barked Mrs. Jones.

“His attorney is being very aggressive.”

“Aggressive? He’s being an asshole! He just wants to make me miserable! You gotta do something about this!”

She was right, thought Fred. He did need to do something about this, not because it was his job to win for his client, but because he was getting so sick of her bitching all the time and putting such a ridiculous amount of pressure on him as if he was some kind of miracle worker.

That’s when an idea popped into his head.

He said, “I’m gonna put a private investigator on this. Maybe he can come up with something that we can use as a bargaining chip.”

“Just do what you gotta do. Make sure you keep me out of court and away from that bastard.”

Judy went back to Jill’s house after Sid left. She was dying to tell her everything that had happened.

“So do you think that I always wanted to sleep with Sid?” She asked.

“From what you tell me, yes,” Jill replied.

“That’s my husband’s partner; I must be insane.”

Jill flashed a devilish grin and said, “But it’s also very exciting, right?”

There was a part of her that wanted Judy to cheat just because she was planning to do it and both of them cheating would give them more to talk about.

“Doing it to someone new,” continued Jill, “can give you a real high. I have someone new on the horizon too.”

“What?” asked Judy, excited?

“He’s a truck driver that works for my husband.”

“He works for your husband! Isn’t that cutting it a little close to home?”

“You should talk,” said Jill.

“Hey, just because I’m crazy doesn’t mean you have to be,” she joked. “So does he know how you feel about him?”

“No, but he’s been stealing looks at me when I go and see Tom. He tries to be discreet but he can’t help himself. Oooh, it turns me on to watch him squirm whenever I’m around.”

They both giggled. “You and me are a real mess, you know that?” said Judy.

“Maybe, but so what? We gotta live.”

“That, we do,” said Jill.

Back at the law office, Sid was pretty much doing the same thing. Judy was all he could think about. His cock stayed hard all day. He decided to go home to his “friend,” Samantha, to get his mind off of her.

Samantha was a beautiful blonde with a shapely figure and great personality. She was far younger than Sid and still in college.

Just being around her wasn’t helping so he made love to her. They sat on the couch snuggling when it was over. It didn’t last as long as usual and Sid was very quiet. It was just the two of them breathing and holding each other while they stared at the wall.

They both had something on their mind that had been eating away at them so Samantha decided get hers out in the open. She looked over her shoulder and said, “This probably isn’t the best time, but are we ever going to be anything else to each other besides just living together?”

Sid looked away. He thought it over and said, “Do you mean what I think you mean?”

“Yes. That taboo subject called marriage.”

“Well, I haven’t really given it much thought and I wasn’t aware that you were thinking about it either.”

“How can I not think about it? I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you too but it doesn’t necessarily mean we have to get married.”

She sat up and said, “It means a long-term commitment.” Sid didn’t respond. Frustrated, she said, “I’m sorry I brought it up.” She got up and left.

With everything that’s going on in my life, thought Sid, I don’t need this shit.

It had been a long day, but night came at last. Fred and Judy were lying in bed. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Fred was wondering if she suspected anything yet. Judy had just grown disgusted and fed up with him.

He never touched her ever and it made her mad because she knew Sid wouldn’t be lying there like a pussy if he were in bed with her. He’d lay her flat and eat her pussy after shoving his dick in her mouth and then fuck her silly.

Her pussy got hot thinking about it. Her mind was made up. She was going to fuck Sid the next time they were alone together.

As usual, she met with Jill the first chance she got and told her about it, but Jill had a story that was far more interesting.

She had borrowed Judy’s house to have sex with that truck driver and fucked him all over the living room. She sat there and gave Judy a blow-by-blow description of everything they did, every minute detail.

It sounded like Jill had had a lot of fun. With every word that came out of Jill’s mouth, Judy tried to imagine herself doing the same thing with Sid. It turned her on a lot, and Jill could have sworn she saw Judy playing with her pussy under the table at one point.

“Would you do it again?” asked Judy.

“Hell, yeah. I love being desired by a man with a high sexual appetite.”

“But what about a relationship?”

“That’s what I got you for.” They both started laughing.

The telephone rang. It was Sid on the other end. Her heart skipped a beat. This was her chance to make something happen but she didn’t want to talk about it with Jill around. Luckily, Sid asked to see her so she didn’t have to.

“The door’s open;”she said, “come on in and lock it behind you.” They hung up.

Judy was nervous, eager, and excited all at once. Jill got up and left hoping that her friend would have a story of her own to tell in the morning.

Judy wore the exact same outfit that she was wearing the night she tried to seduce her husband into having sex with her. She waited in the bedroom for Sid to come in.

She was really nervous now that she was going to go through with it, but Sid set her mind at ease. He was calm and gentle with her. He treated her like precious gem from the beginning.

Sid pulled her in close and kissed her while he touched her tender, warm flesh. Judy’s lips were a little tense at first, but she loosened up quickly as a wave of tingles trickles through her chest and belly.

She reached for his zipper. He reached for her bra straps. They were both naked in a few minutes, and when Sid saw how well Judy was built, his tender affection quickly turned into an animalistic lust.

He already knew Judy was beautiful, but he had no idea she looked this good naked. Her tits were a lot bigger than they appeared when they were snuggled behind a bra; her waist was thin; and she had curvy hips and a succulent, juicy pussy with tapered, black, pubic hair.

Judy saw the change in his facial expression. It scared her at first, but she started to feed from it after a few seconds of staring into his eyes. Her inhibitions were totally gone and replaced by a wanton desire to be fucked and degraded.

Sid led her to the king-sized bed. He lay on it with his legs wide open. Judy crawled between them like an animal—keeping her eyes fixed on Sid—opened her mouth, and latched her lips around his swollen cock. She was in a bent position with her head down and her ass stuck high in the air.

Sid’s cock was average, not too big but definitely not too small, just the right size for great oral sex. She could almost deep-throat it every time.

It smelled of soap and tasted of salty pre-cum. She slid it into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat and rose up with hard suction until it popped out to her mouth. She let her tongue slide along the vein, then turned her head sideways and massaged his cock with her soft lips before swallowing it back down again.

She looked up and saw Sid with his head back, eyes rolling into the sockets, and mouthing words that were barely audible. His stomach was tense and he was digging into the bed with his nails.

Happy that she was giving a good blowjob, she started sucking him faster and stroked his meat with hand. She slurped it harder and had his whole pelvic area as well as her mouth, chin, and the lower part of her nose, covered in saliva.

Her pussy was steamy wet. As if Sid could read her mind, he pulled her mouth off his dick, motioned her to turn around, and slammed it in her horny nest.

It was a little painful at first because Judy hadn’t been fucked in so long, but she adjusted to—or just ignored—the pain and rammed her ass back at him, forcing his cock deeper inside with every thrust.

Judy lost all the strength in her arms. Her head fell to the bed, putting her at an even better angle to get fucked. Sid held onto her by her butt cheeks and pounded at that sweet pussy until he felt an orgasmic tingle forming in cock.

He wanted it to last longer, but it was like he couldn’t control his body anymore. Between the sight of Judy’s ass, her arched back, and the sound of her screaming at the top of her lungs, he was powerless to slow his pace or do anything else that would prolong their erotic encounter.

He pulled out and let his cum fly. Every drop landed right on her ass and dripped down to her pussy and asshole. Sid used his cock to spread it around, smearing it on her asshole and pussy hole.

Maybe I’ll get pregnant, Judy thought, smiling at the possibility. It would serve my husband right.

Sid leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. She rolled over and they started kissing some more, both with happy smiles on their faces.

“That was wonderful.”

“Yes. It was,” said Sid.

“Let’s do it again?” asked Judy, and it was on for the second time.

It wasn’t as good as the first, but it was still nice, and at least Judy got to have her pussy licked this time after they wiped all of Sid’s cock juice out of it.

They took a shower together after they were done. They parted ways after some small-talk and Judy fell right to sleep.

She woke up about two hours later and went to Jill’s house. Jill was all smiles listening to her friend’s story. She felt closer to Judy than ever because now they both had a naughty little secret in common.

Judy and Sid hooked up again the following day. This time they had sex all over the living room.

When they were done and cuddling on the couch, Sid said, “For my sanity’s sake, we’ve got to tell Fred.” His conscience had been eating away at him since yesterday but he still couldn’t resist having sex with Judy.

Judy said, “I know. I will.” There was a long pause, then she looked up and said, “Will you marry me?”

Sid laughed, but then he realized she was serious. He thought about it. It made sense. They did love each other, sex was good even it they’d only done it twice, they never disagreed on anything, and they’d known each other for a very long time.

He accepted.

When he left, Judy showered—alone this time—and called her Fred. She told him she needed him to come home because she needed to talk to him.

“I need to talk to you as well. I’ll be right home,” said Fred.

Judy’s stomach was twisting and turning the whole time she was waiting. Every minute seemed to fly by. She was terribly anxious about how this would affect Fred, and if they would remain friends when it was over.

She felt ashamed for cheating on him because she wasn’t even a hundred percent sure he had been cheating on her. After all, what had Fred actually done besides not making love to her? Nothing. It never crossed her mind that the reason he was celebate might have been because he was busy at work trying to provide a good life for her.

She was so guilt-stricken that there were a few times when she had to wipe away tears while she waited. She kept having visions of her poor husband working long hours to keep food on the table while she was at home fucking his co-worker like a slut.

She nearly had a heart attack when she heard the living room door open and shut. Fred came into the bedroom a few seconds later. Neither of them could look at the other. Fred paced the room as he undid his tie.

Judy decided the best way to do it is just to blurt it out, but Fred beat her to the punch. Just as she had worked up enough courage to say something, Fred started pouring his heart out.

“This is not easy for me to say, Judy,” he said. “I love you more than anything in the world, but I’m gonna be honest with you regardless of the consequences.”

That was all Judy needed to hear to know that her assumption was right. Fred had been having an affair. She wasn’t angry though. On the contrary, she was happy. There was no need to feel guilty anymore. They were even now, and at last, her husband was being honest with her, which was what she’d wanted in the first place.

“I’ve been having an affair with a client,” continued Fred. “Look, it’s the one time I’ve been unfaithful to you. It was purely physical, not that that makes any difference.”

It was true. Mrs. Jones was a sexy woman and she kept throwing herself at him, especially when the case was going good. Before he called home earlier that day, he had just gotten finished having sex with her again. As a matter of fact, that was the reason he decided to confess to Judy.

He’d just won the case for Mrs. Jones. She got a settlement of more than $2 million. It made her particularly horny and she started seducing him once again.

It was a wild fuck in his office and it wasn’t just a blowjob this time. There was dick sucking, pussy licking, fucking on the desk, in the chair, and doggy style standing up, and Mrs. Jones even took his condom off so he could cum in her mouth.

She didn’t make any effort to keep quiet either. She was moaning loud enough to wake the dead the whole time. Joanne and Red were giggling at them when they came out and that’s when he realized things were getting out of hand and he needed to regain control of his life.

A few minutes later, he was on the phone with Judy. Now he was standing two feet from her waiting for a response.

“I wasn’t sure, but I had my suspicions,” Judy said finally.

“I don’t know why I did it. You’re the best wife a man could ever have.”

Not quite, though Judy.

Fred sat on the bed with her and said, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. You gotta give me another chance. Please. Give it some thought. If you want me to leave the house now, I’ll understand.”

“No, I don’t need you to leave but give me some time to think, okay?”

He left the bedroom and Judy began to think. Forgiving him wouldn’t be a problem. She had already done that. What she needed to think about was who she wanted to be with. Just a few hours ago, she was supposed to be divorcing him so she could marry Sid. Everything had changed in the blink of an eye.

Fred was gone when she woke up the next morning. He’d slept on the couch.

The phone rang. She checked the caller ID. It was Sid. She picked up the phone and held it to her ear without saying anything.

“Are you there?” said Sid.

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell him?”

“No, I didn’t tell him. Sid, I love you and I love Fred too, but I’m married to him and that’s a commitment that I have to keep.”

He was quiet for a long time while he gathered himself together. “I’m disappointed but I expected it. I understand.”

“Thank you for understanding. Thank you for not making it too difficult for me.”

“At least you finally flirted with me,” Sid joked.

“Hey, at least you were finally about to make a commitment,” Judy joked back. Seriously she said, “You’ll always have a place in my heart.”

“Ditto for me, Kiddo.” They hung up.

Sid didn’t move from that spot for a long time.  His life seemed empty now.

He’d won Judy and lost her that fast. The other love of his life, Samantha, was completely moved out because she didn’t want to be “just living together” anymore. She walked in the house and sat down across from him.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” said Sid.

“I didn’t want to leave without telling you goodbye,” said Samantha.

“You’re all moved out and everything?”

“Yeah,” answered Samantha. “I found a nice single apartment.”

Single, thought Sid. Funny how that word rang in his head and left such a negative impression.

“You leaving and everything—it takes some getting used to.”

“Yes, I know. Are you alright?” asked Samantha. Sid didn’t look very well.

“No I’m not alright. I want you back.”

“What?”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m very confused.”

“Well, I’m not for once.”

“What’s going on with you?”

Sid got up and sat beside her. he held her hands and said, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, but tell me what’s going on.” She was happy about the proposal, but very confused. Sid was so against marriage he was willing to let her go so easily as if she never meant anything to him, and now, all of a sudden, he was ready to get married.

“I’m ready to make a commitment to you; that’s what’s going on,” said Sid.

“Really?”

“We can go to Vegas and be married in two hours.”

“Is this for real? Can I scream for joy?”

Sid nodded and said, “Scream.”

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I looked away.

It had been a long, long time since anyone had noticed me this way! I was thrilled. I looked up and caught his eyes again. There was something about a man with black hair and blue eyes... Sexual tension jumped between us like a grasshopper. I was not sure if I wanted to grapple it into submission or let it spring away to safety. The bus jostled and I pretended I wasn’t staring.

He grinned.

"You like taking the bus?" I ventured. Most commuters didn’t speak on the bus; it was an unwritten code of conduct.

"It’s fine with me, especially when the scenery looks fabulous."

Outside, the weather slid into the standard Seattle drizzle. Cold and grey. He wasn’t talking about the view outside.

"The scenery looks pretty good to me today, too," I said quietly.

"What?"

"Oh, I was agreeing that the scenery looked amazingly nice for such a dank day."

"A dank day, huh?" He chuckled.Oh, I liked the way he laughed! He had an ease about him that I was immediately drawn to. He was someone I could imagine in my life--stepping from the shower, pulling biscuits from the oven, curled against my pillow. I evaluated the briefcase, the Dockers, and the simple shirt he wore with "Boeing" embroidered on the pocket. Wholesome. Amazingly trustworthy.

I smiled, thinking thoughts that would never be considered wholesome nor trustworthy. There was something about the way his eyes sparkled. Something compelling. I wanted to smell the back of his neck.

"You work at Boeing?"

"I’m an independent contractor, but I did a job there last year. Right now, I’m troubleshooting the network system at Starbucks."

He looked too young to be working hi-tech, but that was the new Seattlite. Smart ones went to school in Silicon Valley then moved to the Seattle area and worked in computer-driven jobs, making insane salaries.

"You take the bus all the time?" If he did, I’d certainly never noticed him before. With those incredible blue eyes, he would certainly have turned my head.

"I do when I have to work the hours I’ve been working lately. If I commute, I don’t have to fight the traffic. I can use my computer during the hours I’m in transit, which I can’t do if I drive."

"Makes sense." I shuffled my bags, sitting up straight. He glanced at my chest, looked down the rest of my body, and raised his eyebrows. He liked what he saw! I shifted in my seat, assessing. I couldn’t help but hold in my stomach. He didn’t look like the type who would pick up strange women.

"What about you?" he asked.

"What?"

"You take the bus often?"

"Three to four days a week, but I don’t always ride the same one."

"I usually ride a lot later," he said, smiling, "but I am glad I caught this one today."

I thought his smile would swallow me whole.

I flipped back open my book and stared at the print. What the hell was I doing? This was harmless, wasn’t it? He was still watching me! I creased the corner of the page I was reading. I had read it five times but couldn’t remember a word. He smiled. I looked away. Rain formed on the windows and trickled down in streaks. I couldn’t help it. His glance formed on my soul and I wanted it to saturate me.

The bus stopped at the Tacoma Dome Station. I wasn’t ready for the ride to be over.

I stepped off the bus. He followed. I noticed he was over six feet tall.

"What’s your name?" he asked.

"Karen. And yours?"

"Jeff."

"Well it’s nice to meet you, Jeff."

"I’d like to do more, if it’s okay with you." Jeff remarked.

"Huh?" I wasn’t sure I’d heard him. I couldn’t have heard him. It was one thing for me to imagine what he was thinking. It was quite another for him to actually say it. "What do you mean?"

"I mean--all I got to do was look. I’d like to touch."

Oh, I’d like that too , I thought. My stomach quivered. I forced composure, imagining it smothering all these crazy impulses. "I’m married," I blurted, certain the announcement would squelch the possibilities and put the conversation back into a conventional context. I’m married, aren’t I? For something like this, certainly I was married. My live-in boyfriend Matthew decided a month ago that since we’d been together seven years, we might as well be married. He told me that as far as he was concerned, we were married. Common law. We’re committed to each other and we have joint accounts, he said. Matthew said that was good enough, might as well be married. But I wasn’t used to thinking it. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I’m married.

I didn’t feel married.

"So am I," Jeff admitted. "I’m married too. That won’t be a problem. It’ll mean that we both have a reason to be discreet."

He didn’t care! I wasn’t sure what to do. You want to screw around, even though you’re married? I glanced at his left hand. Sure enough, there was a plain gold band.

My hands gripped so tightly around the straps of my tote bags that nails bit into my palms. I dropped the bags and opened my hands. I looked at Jeff. "What exactly do you have in mind?" As if I didn’t know.

"Well, this time of day, it would be easiest to get a motel, don’t you think?"

Shit oh dear. I blushed and looked at the cement. There was some kind of quartz mixed into the sand they had used to pour the concrete and now that it was wet, the sidewalk shimmered. I looked at him again. "You do this often?"

"Not at all. Never. It’s just that I’m really attracted to you, and I don’t take that lightly. You have wonderful eyes." He spoke not like a come-on, but like it was simply a matter of fact. If it sounded like a hustle, I would have turned on my heel and went on up to my car. But because there was something different about him, the fact that he looked so comfortable and spoke so directly about what he wanted, I stood there swallowing it up. Uh-oh. His eyes devoured me. I didn’t know why I was looking! I’d better go.

As common sense kicked in, I grabbed my bags and walked into the parking garage. My car was parked three flights up. Jeff followed without speaking, not pushing, not expecting, just following. I stumbled on a step. He put his hand out to catch me.

"Thanks." I said, and kept walking before I dared myself to spin and tell him just how adorable he really was. My heart raced. It felt so delicious to have torrid, outrageous thoughts about sex in the afternoon. Hot, sultry sex on the way home from work. Who would know? No, I told myself. I would know.

"Where’s your car?" I asked.

"Fourth floor. I drive a truck."

At the third floor, it was all I could do to turn and walk away from him. "Enjoyed meeting you!" I called.

"Maybe I’ll see you again." He skipped a step and continued up the stairs.

I was shaking. I put the bags into the trunk and pulled my wallet from my purse. I considered driving my car to the other side of the parking garage where I could see the exit and watch for his truck to descend the ramp. I wanted to follow him. I picked at my bottom lip.

I started the motor and backed into a space where I could watch the cars coming down from the upper levels. After a few minutes, I saw a Dodge Ram Pickup. It had to be his.

I waved.

He slowed to a stop in front of me. He rolled down the window.

"A hotel?" He mouthed.

I nodded. My hands felt clammy against the steering wheel. I had to swallow because there was no moisture left in my mouth. I’d never done anything like this!I almost couldn’t help myself. He looked so wholesome. So wonderful. I wanted to run my hands through his black hair. I wanted to kiss his mouth and stick my tongue inside. I wanted to feel his cock inside my body. I wanted to know how he sounded when he came.

He drove out of the parking garage. I followed him to a Day’s Inn in Fife.

I waited in my car while he went and made arrangements in the office. I wondered what name he was putting on the register. I wondered he was paying and if he’d have to account for the money to his wife. I even wondered if he would write it off as a business expense. It felt shameful to think of myself as some man’s business expense.Karen, you little slut.

What the hell was I doing? I kept an eye on the cross traffic, wondering if anyone I knew would notice my car. I didn’t think that Matthew ever came this way, but what if he did? How would I explain myself? I dug for a piece of gum in my purse and nervously snapped it while I waited for Jeff to come out.

I watched him walk down the sidewalk to Room 114. He opened the door with one of those programmed credit cards. I put my gum in the ashtray, pulled my coat collar up around the back of my head and crossed the parking lot to the room. He pushed the door open to let me in.

Inside the room, it felt suddenly uncomfortable. We were both looking at watches. Was your wife setting the table, waiting for you to get home? Were your kids in the yard, hoping you’d come home and toss a football? I felt arrested. I didn’t know if I could go through with this. He was risking his marriage. I was risking Matthew, who would be destroyed. I would have to keep this afternoon secret for the rest of my life. For the rest of my life. No matter how exciting this would be, how lit up I got, how amazing and unbelievable this was, I could never tell another soul. Could I keep a secret forever?

Jeff took off his jacket and set it across the back of the standard-issue hotel chair. He had surprisingly muscular arms for the type of work he did. He was really going to do this. He was really going to cheat on his wife. Shit oh dear.One look into Jeff’s devilish eyes, and I melted. He had a twinkle that I couldn’t resist. There was something about that black hair with uncanny blue eyes...unusual...almost unnatural. So hot I wanted to eat him alive.

I took off my coat and placed it over his. My hands were shaking. I felt him looking at my bod. I felt like a bug under a microscope. Do something, please.Jeff pushed a strand of hair out of my face and trailed his fingertips along my cheekbone. He kissed me, so intense. It shook the foundation of my being. It was the sort of kiss that I hardly admit that I do. Matthew didn’t kiss me that way. Jeff wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight. Then he sank down into the chair and I collapsed into him, giggling nervously. I wanted to rock his world.

I felt challenged. Would I be as wild, as wonderful as his wife? In a matter of seconds, I made up an entire history for the woman he was cheating on. I reasoned that she had to be fabulous, after all this gorgeous hunk married her. But certainly she was dull in bed. Why else would he cheat? That had to be her downfall.

I imagined that she was willowy and tall, wore patent leather shoes with pennies in them. She probably wore slacks, even around the house, and preppy turtlenecks. She probably majored in accounting and kept her kitchen immaculate. With all that to measure myself against, I felt like I had to make sure I was going to out-do her. I had to be incredible in bed. I really wanted to impress Jeff. And the only way I could, the only moment I had with him was this one. This one unique, stolen moment in time. Complete serendipity.I wanted--no, I needed–to be more exciting than his wife. I wanted to be the most awesome fuck he’d ever had. I wanted him to go home and remember me--to remember this afternoon--and smile. No matter where he was, if thoughts of this afternoon passed through his head, I wanted him to smile. I wanted him to think, Oh that was one fucking amazing piece of ass!

Okay, Jeff, ready or not, here I come.I leaned into the sweet smell at the back of his neck and nuzzled there, tasting and kissing, before I came around the front and licked the stubble across his chin. Jeff’s button-down shirt was a bit of a challenge to unbutton (with my teeth, anyway) but I was sure with patience and persistence, I could get it undone. I used my teeth and tongue to wrestle each button away from its buttonhole. I kissed my way down his shirt. The bottom ones were harder to get leverage against, so I cheated a little and pulled his shirt away from his chest. Jeff splayed his legs out. I could tell by the swell below his belt that he was ready.

Let him wait. This was my one time to cheat, my sole indiscretion. I wasn’t going to rush. I took my time unfastening his brown leather belt and pulled it away. I attacked the button on Jeff’s jeans with my fingers and unzipped and yes!--Jeff’s sweet dick curled upwards and pulsed against his belly, straining to get out of the confines of his cotton briefs. At least seven inches. Omigod!I moved his legs a little to indicate that I was going to pull off his pants. Jeff shoved them down to his ankles and poked his dick through the gap in his drawers. What? C’mon man, I’m not going to fuck through your clothes. What if he wanted me to bend over, push the elastic to the side, and do me through my panties? Yuk! That would not be amazing. I was not going to risk both our relationships over a quickie on an overstuffed chair. Fucking me through my panties, I’m just sure! The elastic would drag against the length of his cock. And what if it left a mark for his wife to find at home tonight? Oh no, that’s not going to happen. I leaned over and pulled his shoes off, then removed his pants. And his underwear.

I wanted Jeff’s undivided attention. I spun around and lifted my dress off over my head. Jeff could see how the back of my thong slipped up between my ass cheeks. It rode low on my back. I unfastened my bra and dropped it on the floor. My shoulders were soft and inviting. I leaned forward and slipped off my panties, nice and slow. I kicked them to the side. I sat down on his lap and felt his dick bulge against my bottom. It poked into the crack of my ass, straining. Oh! I loved the way I could feel his dick, so hard, twitching anxiously. I shifted and opened my legs just enough to slide his cock tight between my thighs. I kept myself clean-shaven, and his dick poked up against the front of my pussy. Dicks always had such unique personalities! Jeff’s wasn’t anything like Matthew’s. My smooth pussy folds fit around the head, and it peered out like a groundhog. I wondered if Jeff’s wife had a bare pussy.

"Tell me about your wife."

"Huh?" I felt tense thighs sag into the chair below me.

"No, I mean it. I want to know what she’s like."

His penis started to shrivel and sink into nothingness.

I started grinding against him. Stay hard, I thought. You have to stay hard. That cock’s too delectable to have it fade away...."I want to out-fuck her," I said, all breathy, hoping my dirty talk would make him crazy. "I don’t get to have you, Jeff, but for a minute. And you don’t get to keep me afterward. But while we share this stolen time, I want to be the hottest thing you’ve ever had. I want to fuck your brains out."

"Uh...uh, she’s just normal. Nothing special." He said. "Brown hair and glasses. She likes to read. We have a baby and she’s redecorating the baby’s room. To make it look a little older...for a toddler."You have a toddler? Shit oh dear. Thinking about out-fucking his wife was a complete turn-on, but now there was a toddler... Snap out of it, Karen.

I eyed his softening dick. Even now, it was larger than the cock I was used to. And frankly, I went this far, and I wasn’t going to have him turn into a shrinking violet. No more talk about the little wife.I turned and faced Jeff. I threw my legs over the arms of the chair. I moved my hands down to spread out my wet, pink slit. The pale outer lips peeled away to reveal my inner labia, all purplish. I was ridged like chewed bubble gum. I started petting my clitoris just inches from his face. My pussy was drenched. I’d been soaked since first seeing him on the bus. Juices seeped down my thighs.

"You want some of this?" I tentatively inserted my forefinger into my cunt. It came out glistening.

His eyes were locked on my pussy. His dick perked back to life.

I don’t usually get this wet all by myself. I was really turned-on. I wanted this man.

I wrapped my hands firmly around his shaft. My smooth, slick thumb glided across the swollen head. He pulsed. Yes!

I climbed down on the floor between his legs. I spit on my hands and wrapped long fingers around the length of his shaft. I started sucking the head. Just the head. This was going to be such a treat, I was going to take my sweet time. I traced circles around his balls while I sank his cock deep into my mouth. I loved the way he hit the back of my throat, like he was the perfect size and shape for me. So much bigger than Matthew. I slid Jeff in and out. I stroked the ridge behind his balls. My tongue pulsed against the base of his penis. When he pulled out, I lapped at the top of him, stroking diligently with the slight texture of my tongue. I loved having him inside my mouth! I settled in to suck more, a little harder even, and then when he pulled back, there was an uncomfortable slurping sound as he resisted the suction. I felt his hand push at the back of my head. I opened my mouth wide and slid down, my tongue flicking frantically. This time he slipped just into my throat. Oh, I wish I could take you that deep every time! I was self-conscious of my teeth–I’ve never had my wisdom teeth pulled. And I wasn’t used to anyone filling my mouth so completely. No matter. Jeff’s hand was at the back of my head again, and he started to set a pace of up and down, up and down. He probed as deep as he could go.

Gasping, I pulled off suddenly, abruptly enough to make him tremble. Breathing heavy, I strained for the air I needed. He wanted my mouth on him again, and started to force my head. I was making him crazy. I gulped and sank down on his huge organ. It extended clear into my throat. I swallowed and pushed a little harder, the tip dragging against the super-sensitive skin that had never been touched. I almost gagged. I choked, the muscles clenching around his girth. Oh no, I was certainly too tight, my teeth too close! I could hear him catch his breath, then he dared to thrust it into the spongy tissues in my throat again. He shoved past my reflex, then I could rock him in and out of my oral cavity. Fuck my face, Baby, fuck my face!Jeff thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He dipped past my wisdom teeth into my throat time and time again. Oh it felt wild to have him so deep in my throat! I knew I would be hoarse in the morning. I couldn’t do this to Matthew. Matthew didn’t take nearly this much room. My face felt so full! I could smell the slight musky smell, unique to Jeff. I loved it. I wondered if his wife could take the full length of his cock. Does she swallow you, Dear? He kept fucking my face.

I felt him getting harder and harder. I thought for sure he was going to cum. No! I needed to slow it down. I didn’t want him to ejaculate before I could ride the thing! He was so much bigger than Matthew. He was going to feel incredible inside my cunny. I stood and turned. I put one foot on each arm rest and crouched down over his erection. I slid him inside my pussy from behind and kept my feet on the armrests to push. I did squats up and down on his lap, his goddamned dick opening parts of me that hadn’t felt a man before. Omigod! How I loved a nice, thick dick. I loved the way he fit inside of me, stretching all the way to knock against my cervix. I could feel a little ping of sharpness every time I dropped down his full length and the head of his penis tapped that sensitive spot. Oooh, it was good! When I slid up, I slid down hard, my weight slamming against his hips. I knew from behind, he could see my grasping cunt muscles clenching his thick cock. Oooh, it felt so so good. My breath started to catch, and I kept rocking my hips up and down, steering him into the front of my vaginal wall, against my G-spot. Omigod.

"Uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn," I moaned, groaning with each motion. In my head, I started counting. Matthew would have come by now. I hardly had a chance with him. But Jeff was hitting me in all the right places. Hitting it just right. And with his extra volume, my cunny felt so full, so brimming with dick. "Uh-uhn-uhn-uhn."

Forty-nine, fifty....I didn’t think I could do squat thrusts much longer. It wasn’t that I was in such bad shape, but it really didn’t take this long to get Matt off and I wasn’t used to the extra exertion. Fifty-nine, sixty...

Jeff picked me up. Suddenly I was airborne. Omigod! I couldn’t believe he could support my weight. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t one of those lithe, darling things that could ride up and down a man’s pole like a pro. He wrapped his arms around my front and lowered me to the bed. I crouched on my hands and knees. He scarcely lost a stroke. He started pounding me from behind, doggy-style.

Omigod! Now I knew I was going to come. I arched my back so my ass was square against his lap. I could feel the scratch of his pubic hair as he slammed me from behind. He stood behind me, coming at me from beside the bed. Matthew was too short to do me with me on my hands and knees on the bed!

Jeff was ruthless. His breath started catching, he was making groaning noises and sighed every time he sank his full length inside. From that angle, he was jamming it good against my G-spot and I started to cum. I screamed and gripped the bedspread. "Oh-Oh-Oh-Omigod. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

And he did. I started clenching and shaking from the force of my orgasm. My cunt muscles closed around him like a vice. He leaned down, put his fingers over my clit and started diddling. "Oh!" I screamed, and the cum started pouring out. "Oh–Oh shit. Omigod. Oh shit!" I started spasming. I was wound tight, coiled like a spring. My toes curled involuntarily. The force of my orgasm surprised him, and he lost his rhythm for a moment while I continued to cum, clenching and arching, slamming against him.

"Fuck me more. Please, keep fucking me." I begged. I was all wet, kneeling in a puddle of cum, but I didn’t care. I wanted it as long as he could give it to me.

It wasn’t going to be much longer. My cunt felt hot and so slippery against his shaft. Jeff straightened his back and jammed it in particularly deep, as deep as it could go. I bent forward and tensed, feeling so full of his good, hard cock. Ride the wave, I thought. I started backing into his pole, tightening my PC muscles. I felt his cock buckle, and he shouted, "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it!" I felt the glug, glug, glug of the load of cum as he spurted inside.

After a moment, he pulled out. The string of semen stretched from his cock head to my vagina. I fell on the bed heaving, my forehead sweaty, my hands and knees drenched with cum.

"I have to shower," he said after a few minutes. "Then I guess we have to go." He glanced at his watch again.

To hell with what it might or might not have meant for him. It was the fuck of my life.

It was all I could do to leave. Twenty minutes later, I climbed into my Toyota Tercel and drove to the Dairy Queen.

I needed ice cream.

Somehow I managed to order. Butterflies raged inside. Omigod. That was fucking amazing.

The cone came with the chocolate coating still warm. Drops of white fell from the cone into my blouse and trickled between my breasts. I imagined Jeff licking them away with a deft, warm tongue. Shit oh dear.

 I saw Jeff one other time, about two weeks later. I got on the bus and saw him sitting in the very back seat. Talking to one of his co-workers. I sat down in the seat next to him, and I smiled. I had to look distant, like I didn’t know who he was.

After we got on Interstate 5, his friend dozed off. Jeff had his jacket laying casually across his lap. I reached underneath. I worked his zipper down. I loved how my hand perfectly cupped his dick. Neither of us said a word. I jerked him off under the coat. He laid his head against the neck rest and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth when he came, but he didn’t make a sound. I felt his cock jerk in my hand, and the jizz dribbled down like a candle. He looked at me with a crazy grin in his eyes. I wiped my hand on a Kleenex from my sweater pocket and opened my book. We didn’t speak.

Unfortunately, I never saw him again.

He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again.

Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in ‘design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words ‘lunch Judy 11.30’; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date.

Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. ‘That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions.

“I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on.

Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing.

An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days.

Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person.

She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.

She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to.

Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies.

“Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her.

“Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then; okay?. Thanks hon.”

“Oh! Okay.”

“Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end.

Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.

It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper, her resolve was set.

Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know.

An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped.

She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, she intended to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the too young recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink.

She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.

Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.

She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone.

She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency.

“Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice.

“Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.”

He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them.

“Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it.

“Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention.

“Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park.

They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”

Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then; thought, why not? She answered, yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt.

A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in arm chairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much.

“I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude.

“Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much.

Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence.

“Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time.

“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.

Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.

She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks.

Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight.

She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul.

She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants.

Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.

It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self control took over.

His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, and she came, in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.

Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.

She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.

He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.

He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her laying side wise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.

Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.

In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.

It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.

Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.

It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.

Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean.

They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied, felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.

Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.

“Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.

“No thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.

“Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.

“Hey Ash, how was class today?” I asked, turning the TV down.

She dropped her bags and fluffed her hair in the mirror in the hallway before answering me.

“Long, to be honest, and boring. Especially since Sam is gone on that stupid hunting trip. Nothing’s very fun when you’re boyfriends away.”

I grimaced. “Tell me about it,” I said, thinking about Brice, my boyfriend. He wasn’t going to the college that Ashley, Brice and I were at. He was instead apprenticing in his dad’s carpentry business, five hundred miles away from me. I hadn’t seen him in two and a half months.

Ashley sighed once more, kicking her shopping bags malevolently. She headed into the kitchen, which I could still see from the couch, and started rummaging around in the fridge. I watched her long legs and tight ass as she bent over, still looking. I hadn’t told anyone, but I though Ashley was smoking hot, and we’d even kissed once at a party, when we were both really smashed.

She was just so hot, with a tiny waist, big 34C tits and a tight, smooth ass. Today she was wearing tiny denim shorts and a long tank top, sort of like I was. I knew for a fact that she was a total slut, because we tell each other everything. We’d been best friends since we first lived together on campus in first-year. What she didn’t know is that I’m really into the kinky stuff, and that I’d love to fuck her.

She soon stood up straight though, flicking her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “Sarah, we’ve got a ton of beer left over from the party last night. You want some?”

I’d already had two that day, but I yelled back that I’d love one.

She came into the living room with four, setting them on the coffee table in front of me. I looked at her and she smiled.

“I figured we could use some booze tonight, with no plans and no boyfriends.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, popping a beer open and clinking it against hers. “What do you want to watch?”

“Whatever, I don’t care, as long as it’s not football. Sam always makes me watch it with him and I hate it.”

I laughed as we both settled close to each on the couch. We’d always been like that, touching and being close. Some people even thought we were together, and we would just laugh and go along with it.

We turned on the news and just kept knocking back beers. Eventually we’d gone through the four and were on our third each, almost trashed.

Ashley’s head was on my lap and I was really enjoying it, but I needed to pee. So I shoved her off, giggling as she grumbled.

I got to the bathroom down the hall and looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking pretty hot myself, for someone’s who just come home from a long day’s work.

I had long, wavy brown hair, 34D tits, and an ass to die for, as Brice tells me.  I loved that my waist was so tiny, because it made my tits look even bigger.

Anyway, after peeing, I went back to the living room. I found Ashley with a bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out shots for the two of us.

She looked up and smiled. “Let’s get totally smashed Sarah, I mean it. Just the two of us.”

I laughed again and took my shot, knocking it back like a pro.

So we continued drinking for a while after that, until we were so drunk that we were dancing around the room together, like total idiots, on a Wednesday night.

I was dancing crazy until I felt Ashley put her arms around me from behind, really tight, grinding against my ass. It felt sooo good, and I started grinding on her too, partly from how turned on I was, and from all the booze.

I heard her groan, and I took this as a good sign, so I turned around and started grinding on her from the front. I stuck one leg between hers, so we were basically just rubbing our pussies together. I was totally surprised, because we’d never done anything like this before, apart from that one kiss.

The song ended, and another began, but we just kept at it, for more than an hour. Finally, the CD ended, and we pulled apart, looking at each other. I wanted to keep rubbing against her, because by this point I was horny enough to hump anything.

Ashley flopped down on the couch, sweating, and I dropped down next to her. We were both breathing heavily. There was a comfortable silence for awhile, until Ashley cleared her throat. I looked at her expectantly.

“Sarah, did you like it that time that we made out at that party months ago?”

I was shocked, and stared at her. She looked oddly excited. I decided to be truthful.

“Yeah Ash, I loved it. I thought it was really hot.”

She grinned. “Good,” she said, just before leaning in to make out with me. It was a hot kiss, with tongues right away, and we were both moaning within minutes.

I pulled away. “Ash, are you sure you want to do this?” We had both sobered up a bit, and I wasn’t sure she wanted to continue.

In response, she just dived at me, knocking me back with her lips pressed to mine. I moaned as I felt her hand slip inside my shirt, massaging my tit through my bra. I wasn’t having of that though, I was always the one in control.

I spanked her and pulled away from her hungry lips. “Get your ass into my room right now slut, and you’d better be naked by the time I get there.”

She looked a little shocked, but complied eagerly. I grinned, and made my way to my room. I had been waiting a long time for this.

She was lying naked on my bed, her hands massaging her tits and plucking at her nipples. God, she was fast. Her eyes were closed, so I snuck up on her, diving my fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

She gasped, her eyes flying open, then groaned loudly. I kept plunging my fingers into her tight wet pussy, like the pro I was, and she started cumming within minutes.

She looked at me. “Now it’s your turn, Sarah.” She said, grinning madly.

I held up a hand. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet. Close your eyes you whore.” She did so immediately.

I went to my closet and rummaged around for a minute, finally finding what I was looking for. A giant purple strap-on, that I’d bought just for this. I stood next to where Ashley’s head was on the bed. I stuck the huge cock in her face and told her to open her eyes.

She did, gasping once more. “Suck it, you cock slut.” And she did, totally going to town on my makeshift cock, like it was water and she was parched.

“Yeah, you like that, you whore? I know how much you love cock Ashley, and you’re going to get a lot of it tonight.”

She just moaned, loving my cock so much.

Finally I figured that she’d had enough, so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock.

“On your hands and knees, bitch!” I ordered. She did, and I got up behind her on the bed.

Quickly, so she wouldn’t expect it, I drove my huge cock into her tight wet pussy, hitting bottom on the first stroke. She shrieked a little, and started pulling on her nipples and moaning.

I pushed her hands away and grabbed onto her huge tits for leverage, letting them fill my hands as I squeezed, hard.

“How’s that, slut? How do you like my cock in your pussy?”

She almost couldn’t speak. “I love it, I love your huge cock Sarah, I want you inside me forever.”

“How come your pussy is so tight on my cock, whore? I know how many guys you fucked, because you’re such a cock slut.”

“Your cock is just so much bigger than what I’m used to. Sam’s cock is tiny.”

“So you’ve fucked him, huh? Who’s better?”

“You are Sarah, you’re the best cock I’ve ever had. I want you to fuck me forever. I want you to fuck my pussy long and hard.”

“You know who I’m going to fuck after you Ashley, you know who?”

“N—no, I don’t.” Her huge tits started to swing into her face.

“I’m going to fuck your sister, Tanya, and you’re going to watch.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Tanya, she is such a slut fifteen-year-old.  She needs to be taught a lesson.”

“Well Ashley, you and I will fuck her hard and fast together. How will you like that, slut? Fucking your sister? Making her scream?”

Ashley moaned, her hand coming to rub her pussy.

“You’ll love it, won’t you, because you’ll get it wherever you can. You’re a dirty slut, and you need to be

taught a lesson just like your sister.”

I started spanking her ass, harder and harder, with each thrust of my hips, till her ass started getting bright red.

With each slap she cried out, while rubbing her tits hard.

I started moving faster and faster.

“OH GOD YES SARAH! THAT’S IT, KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE COCK! FASTER, FASTER! HARDER YOU BITCH, FUCK ME HARDER!” She started yelling.

She came with a scream, collapsing on my bed.

I pulled out, and grabbed her by the hair to turn her around on the bed. I slapped her in the face with my cock, hard. “That’s for calling me a bitch you cock slut.”

She just smiled, loving the euphoria of the cum.

She closed her eyes, but I slapped her across the face again.

“Don’t go to sleep yet bitch! I haven’t cum yet!”

She opened her eyes, staring at my pussy. I’d taken the strap-on off.

Her hand reached up to squeeze my huge tits.

We fucked three more times that night, and still do every night that our boyfriends are away.

We even fucked the night before Ashley got married to Sam, and she could barely walk down the aisle.

And Tanya, well that’s just an entirely different story.

The End

    As I went home the thought of what Mary had sugested kept going through my head and I thought of all the times  Tom had come home drinking with lipstick and womens perfume on his cloths.And I had been true ever since we had been marriedthose 20 years.and besides Bill was a nice looking guy and was Mary serious about us fucking but I knew she couldn't with him and probally didn't have to long to live and she could not turn down her wishes.Next evening when she went to see Mary,the first thing Mary said was did you decide Anne to grant my wish?Ohh Mary I will if Bill wants me,but I never want to ruin our friendship.Ohh thank you Anne,I discused it with Bill several times and I told him that You was thinking on it,and what did you and Bill decide??He wants you and admitted he been wanting you a long time.Really !!!!yes really and I never told you before but me and bill are sort of kinky You probally think but we have talked about joining a swingers group but then I got sick and never joined He would not go with out me,But it sounds crazy to you I guess but Iwe wanted to have diferent sex partners and watch as he did it with anoughter woman and he always wanted to see me with anoughter man best I could do was tell him about things I did when dating before Him.and I told him about some things me and you did.Oh my God Mary what he say,he got all horny and excited.If Tom was any good we would have tried to get ya'll to swap.Anne Bill is in the other bedroom waiting go in and give it good to him or let him give it good to you.

   I kissed Mary on her forward and told her Ok but I was nervous as all hell,She giggled just go fuck him.As I went into the other room my knees felt weak for what I was fixing to do but Mary was right he needed relief and so did I.Bill had the room dark with only a candle burning on the dresser and He said Anne I am so glad you doing this for me and Mary,and as my eyes adjusted to the dim room bill was completly naked with covers rolled back and I could see his huge cock standing erect I scould not tear my eyes away fom it as I slowly undressed seductivly as I did his cock jumped with excitment,as I got down to my bra and panties  I slowly unsnap0ped my bra and dropped it and then slowly let my panties that seem to cling to me  slide down and kicked out as they reached my ankles ,Bill I whispered Take it slow with me as I slid in beside him it been over a year since I did it ,Bill whispered that my body was so sexy as he started kissing me and I kissed him back our tounges met wildly as his hands fondled my tits and found there way down across my stomach that drew tight to his caress and uncontrobaly my hand went to his huge hard cock and balls as his fingers caressed my inner thighs and my now wet pussy lips that was begging to be streched wide by his huge man hood.I whispered Oh Bill I want it in me ,As he pressed down on top my legs curled up around his waist and I guided his throbbing cock to my swollen pussy lips as i was like a dog in heat ,as he spread my inner lips i pressed upward oh Bill Fuck me ,fuck me good,ohhhh you so big and hard ohhhh Going so deep Bill.As now we slapped wildly together like 2 wild animals Ohh your pussy so hot he grunted,so tight feels so good,Ohhh Bill yessss yesss you so hot in me  Fuck me harder yesssyesss sooo good Oh bill fixing to cum  getting close now now ohhh God yessss yesss cummmminng nowwww as I felt his hot cum shoot in me so hot and filling my pussy to overflowing as I felt it ozzing down the crack of my ass,Ohh Billl I gasped.needed that so bad.me too he grunted hoarsely.

   SHE APPEARED TO BE ABOUT 40  5'5" 220 LBS WITH A VERY BIG ASS  AND WAS WEARING PURPLE SILK PJ SHORTS WITH A MATCHING BUTTON DOWN TOP THAT JUST HAD TWO BUTTONS THAT WERE VERY LOW, SHOWING MORE THAN A LITTLE CLEVAGE.  "HOW DOES SCOTCH SOUND?"  "OH HONEY YOU KNOW MY FAVORITE!" SHE SAID EXITEDLY.  IT WAS A HOT DAY, ABOUT 95, AND I HAVE ONLY ONE ROOM WITH AC, THE BEDROOM. "IT IS LIKE AN OVEN IN HERE, DO YOU HAVE ANY COOL AIR?"  "ONLY IN THE BEDROOM." I REPLIED.  HESETANTLY, SHE AGREED BUT ONLY TO COOL OFF A LITTLE.  AS WE PASSED THROUGH THE KITCHEN SHE ASKED FOR A REFILL.  "THIS STUFF IS LIKE CANDY TO ME.  MY NAME IS VICKY BY THE WAY, WHAT IS YOURS?"  "BILL" I ANSWERED.

  AS WE ENTERED THE CRAMPED BEDROOM SHE NOTICED THE ONLY FURNITURE WAS THE DESK, AND THE BED.  "WHERE CAN I SIT?" SHE ASKED.  "WELL THE ONLY CHOICES ARE THE FLOOR OR THE BED" I ANSWERED.  AFTER A COUPLE OF MINUTES, SHE WAS ON HER FOURTH SCOTCH.  "IF YOU WANT TO RIDE THAT BIKE HOME, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SLOW DOWN A BIT"  "ITS SO COOL IN HERE I MIGHT NOT WANT TO GO TILL THE LAST MINUTE."  WITH THAT SHE STRECHED OUT ON THE BED AND ROLLED CLOSE TO ME PRESSING HER TITS INTO MY HIP.  "I DONT THINK YOU'LL MIND.  WILL YOU?  BESIDES IT FEELS SO GOOD IN HERE AND THIS BED IS SOOO SOFT, BUT THESE SWEATY PJ'S ARE SO DAMN STICKY!"  AND RIGHT THEN SHE STOOD UP AND IN ONE MOVE SLIPPED OUT OF HER SHORTS AND RIGHT BACK INTO THE BED.  "I LOVE THE FEELING OF NICE COOL FRESH AIR BLOWING UP BETWEEN MY THIGHS" AS SHE POSITIONED HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE VENT AND SPREAD HER LEGGS TO FEEL THE COOL BREEZ ON HER SHAVED SLIT   "AND I KINDA LIKE SEEING YOU ENJOYING THE BREEZE.  LETS GET THAT SHIRT OFF SO YOU CAN FEEL THE BREEZE ON YOUR NICE BIG BREASTS."  "YOUR TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME ARENT YOU?" SHE ASKED.  "NO MA'AM I AM SEEING THIS NICE LOVELY LADY GETTING NAKED ON MY BED, I'M JUST TRYING TO FUCK YOU!"  "THEN WHAT'S STOPPING YOU"

   WITH THAT I WASTED NO TIME UNDRESSING AND POUNCING ON TOP OF HER. OUR LIPS EMBRACED AND TOUNGS INTERTWINED.  WITHOUT WARNING SHE REACHED DOWN LINING MY THROBBING COCK WITH HER WET CUNT.  WITH ONE VIOLENT THRASH I WAS ALL IN.  "OHHHHHHH" SHE SCREMED AS I MUTILATED HER PUSSY I FUCKED HER LIKE SHE WAS THE LAST WOMAN.

  I STOPPED AND ROLLED HER OVER FACE DOWN "FUCK MY PUSSY TILL YOU CUM IN ME"  SHE CRIED. I HELD HER ARMS BEHIND HER BACK AND USED HER LIKE A PIECE OF DIRTY MEAT. 

  AFTER ABOUT TEN MINUTES I ERUPTED A RIVER OF HOT JIZ INTO HER SUCKING SNATCH UNTILL WE BOTH WERE JUST UNABLE TO MOVE. 

   AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR SHE SUMMONED THE STRIENGTH TO GET DRESSED.  AS SHE WALKED OUT ON THE PORTCH SHE DRIBBLED THE OCCASIONALCUM DROP THROUGH HER PJ'S   "WANT A SMOKE TOMARROW?" I ASKED.   "NO ,BUT AS SOON AS I CAN HANDLE IT AGAIN ILL STOP BY FOR A SMOKE BREAK"