"I know, she sighed. But you feel so good Phil." So do you baby, I replied, But, we shouldn't be like this." "I don't care,  she replied. I've always wanted to be with you like this since I came here, and nows our chance." With that she raised up and pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it away. I gasped when I saw her firm young breasts exposed and at the feel of her hard nippels  as she she lay down on my chest. And began kissing and nipping at my neck. Again she raised up and put her hot slick pussy lips on my cock and began sliding back and forth. I was quickly past the point of no return now. I was amazed at her hip action as she did this. She would slide down my shaft and on the return, She would flick her hips and catch the head of my cock in her pussy lips and roll it around causing us both to groan out our pleasure.

OHHHHH, GODDDDDDD! she wailled. I'm Gonnnna CUMMMMM!! When she spasmed she locked her mouth to mine in a hot thrashing tounge kiss as I felt her pussy spasm and coat my cock with her necter. She broke the kiss and said: "You didn't get to cum poor baby!" And with that turned around, and took my cock in her soft hand and placed her lucious satiny lips on the head and running her tongue around the rim with a feather touch. "Oh, baby. I gasped as she sank down on my cock driving me crazy with her tongue while her teeth gently grazed my corona as she gently bobbed up and down.

As if this weren't enough, I looked up and there was her teenage cunt just inches from my lips. The storm had abated and a bright moon illuminated the bed room and  the soft luminance gave me a perfect view of it. Her swollen labia between her sexy little ass  cheeks pouted out thru a light patch of dark hair. With a tight glistening pink slit testifying to her excitement. Her inner lips just barely peeped out. I raised my head up and her sweet young cunt scent filled my nostrils. I immediately covered her tight little pussy with my mouth, and laved her heated little quim for all I was worth, sucking an nibbeling her inner lips and flicking my tongue over her hard tasty clit. I loved the tangy sweet taste of her juices as she began to really lubricate now. MMMMMMFFFFF,MMMMFFFF, she moaned around my cock as she continued thrilling me with the ministrations of her oral assualt, which had my mind reeling.   Suddenly my balls began to boil and I moaned: "Vicky, Oh, vicky baby, I'm Gonnna CUMMMMMMM!" YES, Yes, She shouted. ME TOOOOO!!!!

Her sweet pussy juice was running down her inner thighs as I again buried my face in her twat licking slowly as she moaned and spasmed. She took about two  squirts of my jism before she removed her lips and jacked me rapidly using my sperm as a lubricant. Then using her tongue to clean up the rest from my mannhood. She had left me gasping, and I was surprized at the skill she had used to do it. She came back to my side and lay with her head on my chest as we both caught our breath. "That was wonderful Phil", she said". "Yes, it was baby, I am impressed with your sex knowledge, I said." "Oh, me and a couple of boy friends would fool around like that just to get a good cum for stress relife,  but thats all she said."

"You are still a virgin at 19 I asked?" Yes, she replied. I made up my mind that when the time came I would lose it to a loving considerate man like you Phil, Someone whom I loved and who loved me enough to make it special." Would you take me Phil I want your firm hard cock in me, not some boys little whacker, she giggeled. There it was, she had offered herself. "And don't worry, I am on the pill" she said. "Baby, I said let me sleep on this tonight." We have already enjoyed some forbidden fruit which we must keep from Sharon and I'm not sure how I feel about all this yet. "O.K. she said."But hold me, I want to be in your arms....She said." she came against me with her firm little ass against my belly and my arm over her cupping one of her firm breasts.

 

            I pick her up and carry her from the front hall back to her room in the back of the house. I lay her down on the bed gently, and I lock the door. I straddle her and start to kiss her again. While I kiss her, my hands wander around her torso. I get to her full breasts and I squeeze ever so softly, she moans and I feel the nipples harden. I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. I keep kissing her, looking her in the eyes as she looks into mine.

 

            I pull away from her, and begin unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. As I open each button, I kiss the flesh that has been exposed, starting with her neck. She loves when I kiss her neck, it drives her crazy. I unbutton the second button and kiss her upper chest. Button three, and I kiss the flesh between her breasts. Button four next, and I’m below her breasts now. Lastly, button five, and I dip my tongue into her bellybutton.

 

            I sit up straight, and open her shirt fully, exposing her perfect chest. I could stare all day at it, the little nipple like pencil erasers so hard and inviting. I take the invitation, and suck the left nipple into my mouth. Her eyes close and I feel her body relax as she surrenders herself to the pleasure. I move to the right, and I clamp it between my teeth and she lets out a cry that is part pain, part pleasure. I kiss her again and get off her.

 

I lay beside her, and I slide my hand from her lips down her chin, tracing a line only I can see down her body. I pass between her breasts, down her stomach, and draw a circle around her bellybutton. I continue down, and I slip my hand under the elastic of her pants. Much to my delight, she isn’t wearing anything under these either. She’s so hot when she is so ready like this. I slide my finger against her lips, and she grunts, I begin to massage her clit in slow circles, causing her body to start rocking.

 

I stop circling her clit, and I slide my middle finger up into her. Her whole body responds with great pleasure, she grabs my head and brings it back to her nipples, I obediently begin licking again. I only tease her for a few minutes before I stop and pull out, and tell her that I need to have her, NOW.

 

She undresses and then takes my clothes off for me. She tells me to lie down and I do. She spreads my legs, sits between them, and begins to rub my already hard cock. One of the things that I find very sexy is watching her pleasure me, it makes it so more erotic. She only plays with it for a minute, and then I watch as the bends down and takes it into her mouth.

The moment I feel her lips on the head, I feel like I am going to lose it. I always do when she gives me head, she is very good at it. She bobs up and down till I feel like I am going to pass out and I tell her to stop. She looks sad as she lets go, and I sit up.

 

I turn her around; get her on her hands and knees. I get behind her, I grab her hips in my hands, and I push myself into her. She moans as I fill her hole, and I rest a moment, she is so tight it almost hurts. I grab her by the hair; make her look into the mirror beside us. She put it there a few months ago, right after she discovered that she is turned on by watching me thrust into her. It was strange the first time, but in time it turned me on too, so we use it every time. We watched as I thrust into her slowly and then pulled out fast, then back in slow, and kept doing this over and over.

 

I’m getting near my end and so is she. I thrust her hard and fast, and she moans at every thrust, each moan louder than the last. She buries her face in the pillow and her toes curl as I feel her pussy clench down on my cock and I feel her flooding. The clenching sends me over the edge and I start pumping my sperm into her, covering her insides with it. I collapse on top of her, whispering in her ear that I love her; she says I love you too.

 

I roll her over onto her side, and pull the covers over us, never pulling out of her; I want to stay in her all night. I brush her hair from her eyes and kiss her one last time, and long after she is asleep I whisper “I’ll never leave you.”

All but one, that is. There was one particular waitress who didn't like or appreciate us at all. She was an older lady who just wasn’t up to the noise and bustle of serving so many people at once. She was also a bit on the crabby side. We refered to her as Granny Grump. While most of the waitresses laughed and joked with us, and returned our smart remarks with comments of their own, Granny hated our racket. She especially didn’t like our self-help with the coffee. As Granny worked our group, she quickly became nervous, and her hands trembled.

Granny was indirectly responsible for my meeting Carol and her family.

The fateful night I met Carol, she and her family had, for the first time, joined our CB group at Sambo’s. Carol was a large woman. She stood about 5'8", and she weighed well over 350 pounds. She was married to Bill, also a large person. They had four children, two boys 6 and 15, and two girls 11 and 13. Carrie, the 13-year-old girl, was seated directly across from me at our large table.

As Granny served soft drinks and water to the children, a glass of iced water fell off her tray. Carrie, with a shriek, caught most of the cold water on her head and chest. Most of our group began loudly laughing after we realized no one was hurt. Nobody was upset over what was obviously an accident, except maybe Carrie.

Granny, instead of getting a towel to clean up the water, just stood there. She repeatedly said, "I didn't do that!"

Being a natural born smart-ass, I asked Granny, "You have ghosts in here, or what?" "Oh, I know, the glass just jumped off your tray and onto Carrie's head, all by it self." I said, with just a touch of sarcasm.

Wagging my finger at the offending glass, I said, "Bad glass! Bad glass!" The glass was thus duly admonished.

I then teased Carrie by asking, "Carrie, why did you pour that water over your head? Is it that hot in here?"

Carrie began laughing about her wet head with the rest of us.

When Granny didn't seem to be making any effort to get a towel, I took the initiative, got a towel, and gave it to Carrie. Carrie dried herself, and our evening continued.

With his apologies, the manager quickly replaced Granny with another waitress.

Over the next, few months, I became friends with Carol, and her family. They soon joined me as I raced my car at the local dirt track.

As it turned out, Bill was a workaholic. He put in sixty to eighty hours a week, every week, at his job as a machinist. Though he made good money, he was never available to his family. He was either working or sleeping. Only the racing seemed to give them an opportunity to be together as a family.

After a while, I had begun attending the kids' sporting events and school activities in Bill's place. One night, Bill told me he appreciated my help with his family activities. Little did he know, Carol had been giving hints she wanted me to assist Bill in other family duties, as well.

For several weeks Carol had been making comments and doing things that indicated she could be easily had. Comments such as, "I haven't had a sex life for such a long time," and "I wish I had a lover like you." She frequently asked intimate questions about my activities with my dates. Whenever she passed by me, she always let a hand brush my back or my ass.

One Friday night, after a tough evening at the race track, we went back to Bill and Carol’s home, and I had a few drinks. Neither Bill nor Carol drank that night. Bill was getting ready to return to work. He said they had a rush order to get out. Carol convinced me I had been drinking too much to drive home, and suggested I stay there. She said I could sleep on their couch. Before leaving for work, Bill also told me I should stay.

They were probably right. I had consumed a good deal of alcohol. Very soon after that, I removed my clothes under the blanket Carol had provided, I had dozed off. I was fast asleep even before Bill left for work.

The next thing I knew, Carol was on her knees in front of the couch, kissing all over my face, and rubbing my flat, hard belly. My job helped keep me in excellent condition. As I slowly awoke, I quickly noticed Carol had changed into a white, see-through, nightgown. I could easily see her huge tits.

With a smile, I asked, "Carol, what are you trying to do?"

Just above a whisper, she answered, "I've wanted you for a long time. Will you make love to me?"

Without saying a word, I reached out and cupped one of Carol’s tremendous tits in my hand. One hand was not enough for a boob that big. When I firmly squeezed her tit, Carol groaned, thrust her tongue into my mouth, and let her hand slide down to cup my balls through my underwear.

When we broke our kiss, Carol suggested we get on the carpeted living room floor. There was no way we could both fit on her couch. Carol lay on her back, and I simply rolled off the couch, and gently landed on top of her fat-bloated body.

In short order, Carol’s nightgown had been pulled off her shoulders and arms exposing her massive tits. Her nipples were already hard as stones and centered in silver dollar sized aureoles.

I had come to enjoy big girls and their big tits. With the alcohol I had consumed earlier still affecting me, I massaged, sucked, pinched, and nipped those tits with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"Work my tits hard, Baby," Carol instructed. "I like it when they’re played with real rough. Just don't leave any marks."

I didn’t leave any marks, but my enthusiastic attack of Carol’s tits continued for quite some time. The rougher I treated her tits, the more Carol moaned her approval. It became a challenge for me to see if I could get her to admit that her tits were hurting. After about twenty minutes of rough attention to her tits, I took each nipple between my thumb and forefingers, pinched very hard, and pulled straight up.

With Carol’s nipples pinched and pulled nearly a foot away from her chest, her tits looked like huge, inverted, funnels. Carol groaned, closed her eyes, and asked, "Will you please fuck me now?"

Carol had already raised and spread her knees. Her nightgown was bunched around her waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I pushed my underwear down to my ankles and sat on my heels between her legs. Her bush and swollen pussy lips glistened with her lubricating moisture.

As I placed my cock’s head at the opening to Carol’s pussy, she said, "I am very fertile. If you cum in me, I will probably get pregnant."

What the hell did I care? She was the one that was married, not me.

With one quick thrust, I buried my cock in Carol’s cunt. With a gasp, she lifted her ass off the floor to meet my thrust. Her pussy was a little on the sloppy side. I guess four kids can do that to a pussy.

Even though Carol’s pussy wasn’t as tight as it could have been, she sure used it enthusiastically. After my initial entry, she seemed to take over. She pulled me down to her chest and bucked like a rodeo horse. Her level of athletic activity surprised me. All I had to do was keep a firm grip on her tits as handles, hang on, and enjoy the ride. As her orgasm approached, she pulled the blanket off the couch, held it tightly to her mouth, and muffled her voice as she yelled, "I cuming!"

With one final thrust, Carol held her ass, and me, off the floor as her orgasm engulfed her. With a broad smile on her face, she slowly lowered her ass back to the floor.

Only then, did I begin to stroke in and out of Carol’s cunt. When I told her I was getting close to cuming, Carol held me tightly. In a serious voice, she again said, "You can cum in me if you want, but I will probably get pregnant."

A few more deep thrusts, and I pulled out of Carol’s pussy. I dumped my load on her bush and belly.

As I rolled off Carol, she brought a hand down to the puddle of warm cum on her abdomen. She spread my cum all over her belly, then put her fingers to her lips, and licked them clean.

As she pulled her fingers from her mouth, she said, "Mmmmmm! Get back on the couch, Baby."

I did, and Carol proceeded to carefully and thoroughly lick my cock and balls clean. When she finished, she kissed me and headed off to her bedroom for the night.

Saturday morning, nothing was said about our late night adventure. However, even her kids noticed Carol was in a very good mood. When Bill came in from work, she greeted him with a kiss and served him his breakfast.

Over the next several months, Carol, her family, and I continued spend time together. Whenever I wasn’t working, or didn’t have a date, I would frequently hang out at their place.

When a big late-model dirt track race was scheduled in Tucson, Arizona, I asked Carol and her family if they wanted to go with me. I would not be driving but watching from the stands.

It was a day race, and as usual, Bill had to be at work that evening. He had to be at work before we would be able to get back to town. He did, however, encourage Carol and the kids to go with me.

The drive down was uneventful. During the race, Carol would sneak pats to my ass whenever the kids weren’t looking. I was thinking I would probably get some pussy from her when we got home later that night.

After the races, we stopped for a bite to eat, then headed toward home. Dusk was rapidly approaching as we traveled north on the interstate. It had been a long day, and, with their bellies full, all four kids were soon fast asleep in the back seat of my car. Carol reached back and lightly touched each one.

When she was satisfied they were all soundly sleeping, Carol slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. She got no response. She placed her hand on my crotch and kissed my lips. My eyes never left the road. She asked, "Does anything disturb you while you’re driving?"

"No! I answered. "I consider myself a better driver than most people on the road, and I consider paying attention critical to what I’m doing. Knowing what's going on all around me keeps me alive on the race track and the freeway."

She said, "I'll bet I know something that will distract you a little. Let me show you."

With that, Carol unzipped my pants, reached in, and took my semi-erect cock out. With a final glance at her kids, she twisted in the seat and lay in my lap, facing my cock. No easy task for a gal her size.

I ran the power seat back so her head wouldn’t interfere with the steering wheel.

Carol began by slowly licking up and down the under side of my cock. In the mean time, she unhooked my belt and loosened my pants. That gave her unobstructed access to my cock and balls. By then, I had a full erection.

After several minutes of licking, a drop of pre-cum had appeared on the head of my cock. Carol very slowly ran her tongue over and around the top of my cock’s head and lapped up the pre-cum. She then took just the head of my cock into her mouth.

I gently stroked the short brown hair on the back of her head. I still hadn’t let my eyes leave the road.

Carol swirled her tongue around my cock’s head several times. She then proceeded to slowly take my shaft into her mouth. Her tongue continued swabbing the shaft as she took my cock's head to the back of her mouth then pulled up. When she again had just my the head in her mouth, she immediately started back down. She repeated the process over and over without hesitation. All the while, her mouth maintained a nice firm suction, and her tongue never stopped swabbing me.

After several minutes of Carol’s treatment, I whispered to her. "I'm about to cum." I tensed, lifted my hips, and began pumping my load deep into her mouth.

Carol took me to the back of her mouth and started swallowing as fast as she could. She swallowed every bit of my cum. She didn’t let a single drop escape her mouth. When I had finished cuming, Carol licked me clean, gave my cock’s head a lip-smacking kiss, and sat up. In the last fading light of the day, I could see a big grin on Carol’s face.

Looking at her grin caused me, for the first time that day, to take my eyes off the freeway.

"You really don’t let anything break your concentration when you're driving, do you?" She asked.

"Nothing!" I replied, as I reached over and firmly pinched her left nipple.

                             

As Todd went to the kitchen to get more sugar, he took a deep breath. They say men think about sex every six seconds; he was well up on that. Even though he thought Christina had the face of a teen, her body was all woman.

Heading back to the room, Todd stopped in the doorway. “You’re such a good boy. Come and get your treat” said Christina childishly. She was on all fours, completely naked having ditched the gown, presenting her beautiful ass to Todd.

“What about Nick?” said Todd.

“What about him?”

Todd knew the score; running up behind her, he unzipped his fly and unleashed his ten inch boner. Christina smiled at how well endowed he was. Todd smiled even more when he slammed it up her pussy. He looked down on his brown pubes meeting her hole before fucking her hard.

Christina’s ample breasts swayed as he drove his cock up inside her. “OH! That’s it Todd! Do me baby!” said Christina. He needed no encouragement and plunged it in deeper making her scream. Todd now slid into Christina’s soaked pussy with ease as he reached over to grab her tits, making a loud thwack with every thrust against Christina’s beautiful ass.

“Oh shit! Oh god! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!!” Todd obliged. The room built up a musky scent from their lusty lovemaking. Aware of his rising cum, he pulled Christina’s ponytail to go deeper.

The beautiful body he was doing was too much for him and after four more hard thrusts, Todd withdrew his dick before firing an arc of sperm over Christina’s back. The horny couple collapsed on top of each other.

“Phew that was fun! I need a shower!” said Christina (not least because her back was covered in cum). Todd looked on a little dejected.

“Well aren’t you going to join me?” she said. Todd laughed as he stripped and they took to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, Christina turned to Todd and ran her hands over his powerful chest. “That’s quite a six pack you have there” she said as she starting kissing his chest all over. Todd’s cock that had momentarily started to flail, sprang to life again.

“Oh look who’s come to play!” Christina knelt down in front of Todd and licked his cock, before kissing the whole length. Standing up again she pressed her chest against his. Todd looked down on Christina’s huge mammary glands and sucked on her left nipple. Christina held his head against her breasts as he passionately devoured her.

Todd worked his way upwards towards her neck, kissing her tender skin. Picking Christina up by her thighs, he lined his cock up with her pussy. Sliding it in for the second time, Todd pushed her breasts together. TO BE CONTINUED

But this girl was the exception. Her name was Lovette. I thought the name a bit silly, but who cares when you see a body like that.

Lovette was a master of seduction. As sexy as she was in the body, it was her facial expressions and her eyes that did it for me. She has a way of looking at you that’ll just make your cock stand up to say hello.

Even to this day, I still can’t believe I got her. Girls that hot usually don’t go for guys like me.

I think I’m in love with her, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. Do I love her or am I just in lust with her stripper’s body and her wanton ways? I think about that question all the time.

I feel like I’m in love when she’s seducing me, but the human mind is a hard thing to figure out. The last time she sucked me off is a perfect example.

Lovette tends to get urges to give me blowjobs when there’s too much silence in the house. That night I was working on my latest book. I’m a writer.

She startled me because I was so into my work that I didn’t hear her crawl in. I was typing and then I saw a flash of yellow hair to the sides.

She grabbed my hands and motioned for me to turn the swivel chair all the way around. She put my hands on her enormous breasts. With her hands covering mine, she started squeezing them as she stared into my eyes.

I started caressing her tits on my own. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. Damn, she was so sexy.

I immediately felt my cock stirring to life. I knew what she wanted to do.

Visions of past blowjobs started racing through my mind’s eye. I could see her slobbering all over my cock and stroking it, getting it sopping wet, rubbing it between those fat tits hanging off her chest. Lovette was a pro when it came to sucking cock.

As I was having that thought, she paused and said, “Do you like my nice, big tits?”

I was too horny to respond, but I’m sure the answer was written all over my face and the rising bulge in my pants.

“I bet you’d like to put your cock between them, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

I felt my stomach twisting with anticipation. More visions started flashing through my head. I remembered looking down and seeing her rubbing her tits up and down my dick. The look in her eyes and the way she sucked deep breaths of air—it was enough to drive a man insane.

I usually leave music playing while I write to help set the tone. I was in the middle of a dramatic love scene when Lovette came in. The music was still playing and it was helping to set the mood for us too.

She unhooked my belt and pulled my pants all the way off. My cock was already hard so all she had to do was grab hold of it and start doing what she did best.

My legs trembled as I felt her wet mouth close around my eager cock head. She pulled back and it popped out of her mouth with a loud smacking sound.

She watched my reaction. She could see the euphoria in my eyes as she opened her mouth really wide and inhaled me all the way down to the pubic hair.

A low moan escaped my mouth. I grabbed Lovette’s shoulder. I was losing control already.

She went into a dick-sucking frenzy. Through hazed eyes, all I could see was Lovette’s beautiful face and head full of blonde hair moving up and down as she swallowed loads of my throbbing cock and moaned all the while. Then she started spitting on it—Lovette likes for my cock to be as wet as possible—and then went down on me sucking me to curve in her throat every time down.

It was like she was in my mind. I’d barely have to think something before she started doing it.

She knew how to please me so well. Everything from the way she was looking at me to the way she was letting strands of saliva hang from my cock to her sodden mouth was driving me insane, making me lust for her more, making my love for her stronger.

Lovette had a tight grip and she was stroking my meat while she took breaks to catch her breath. She had pulled out her tits and was rubbing me all over them, using my cock as a tool to spread saliva all over her heaving chest.

Her tits were so ripe, full, luscious, and perfect. She was still talking dirty to me as she tit fucked me and continued the oral assault on my pulsing hard dick.

She had me on the brink of an orgasm several times, but Lovette knew my body too well. She knew when to back off and when to pour it on. It was torture and ecstasy all rolled in a five-foot package of hot woman.

Lovette made me feel so good I almost blacked out several times. The last time it happened, I remember opening my eyes and seeing her with her teeth gritted and staring intensely in my eyes.

“I want to feel your load shoot down my throat,” she said.

I could tell she meant every word of it. She was masturbating me with my cock pointed straight at her face. Her hand was moving so fast that it looked like a blur.

Her tits were jiggling with every stroke. Damn, she looked so sexy on her knees doing what she was doing and obviously loving it.

I grunted. I felt an intense sensation burning up my cock.

Lovette opened her mouth and slowed her stroking motion just enough to get better aim.

My ass cheeks tensed up. My legs started shaking badly.

Hot cum sent shivers throughout my body. Lovette wrapped her mouth around the sensitive cock head and gave it a good, hard suck as she squeezed it. More cum leaked into her mouth.

As she was lapping it up, I could see inside her mouth. It was full to capacity.

She knew my cock was always sensitive after a good blowjob, but Lovette had a sadistic streak. There was a part of her that loved torturing me while she pleasured me.

She continued sucking my cock as cum spilled from her mouth and got all over my cock; some fell to her breasts and on the floor. Then she finally stopped, but she held me transfixed by the bubbles she was blowing with the cum that still remained in her mouth.

My cock stayed hard for a long time after that. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I even woke up with a hard-on after taking a nap.

Do I love her? I’m still not sure, but either way, I’ll never leave her. She’s Lovette—my Little Ms. Fellatio.

It has certain benefits and none of the irritating male problems that come with marriage.

I should know, I’ve been married three times!

I know, I know, sometimes I am too romantic for my own good but I think I have finally cured myself of dreaming that futile and pathetic dream of the perfect marriage.

The truth is, men become so mundane, so bloody boring once they’re married!

 The romance goes, the courtesy vanishes, not to mention the sex! It all evaporates once the honeymoon concludes.

I thought I knew the reasons why my previous marriages failed and decided in the third marriage, that hubby and I would have separate residences, that we would preserve the mystery! Nothing makes me drier than the Gobi desert than to hear my man fart and belch in bed, or see his grotty underwear strewn around the room.

Tidy habits vanish and once they’re married, they forget about making themselves presentable.

Why is it men expect us to dress in sexy lingerie – usually bloody uncomfortable stuff – but they don’t even think to have a shower or even shave?

Oh yes, rub your stubbly face over my sensitive bits – that will get me soo hot – not!

Men!

 Some information for men – you have distinctive odours – some I like, others make me want to vomit!

Absorb the fact that the female of the species can distinguish at least ten thousand different odours while the male is lucky to be able to identify five thousand!  That could be the reason you don’t see many female garbage collectors, do you?

It’s just evolution and, believe me, there were times when I wished the proportions were reversed.

However, we like pleasing odours. Note the emphasis on pleasing!

 So shower, don’t use a strong or perfumed soap and don’t pour a bucket of cologne over you when you’re finished – in fact, no cologne at all!

And wash your bloody balls! They can really pong after a while. Believe me, there is a good odour associated with male genitalia and then there is – well, no need to explain, I hope.

There’s nothing like the distinctive masculine odour of a fresh man in your arms.

Back to my third marriage.

The separate residences worked out pretty well for at least seven months but then he became whiney.  A whining man is the ultimate turn off. How can you respect a man who whines and complains?

I divorced him.

He’s probably whining about that as I speak!

I digress – sorry, it’s the educator in me.

Where was I?

Therefore, I enjoy being the other woman. I use the cock, and go home to soak in my bath while listening to my music. Sport never graces my television set, the toilet seat is always down and I have lace edging on my duvet.

All in all, very satisfactory and when I want sex with a male, I hunt.

That was how I found Mark.

I seduced Mark very easily. If a woman can’t seduce the man she has eyes on, she must be from another planet! Earth men are easy! (That’s a small film joke, I’m not really from another planet).

He was easy, in fact a little boring , not even fun and games. It was ok for the night– I just really wanted a cock – you know how you just need penetration? It was one of those nights!

It was adequate and then he became morose and had regrets. He began to go on about how his wife didn’t understand him. I couldn’t stand it!

I slapped him.

Hard.

‘Will you bloody shut up! I have no concern at all about your wife or what you do or don’t do! I am not interested! I was interested in your cock! Now that’s over, I’m going.’

‘But…but Carmen…will I see you again?’

‘What on earth for?’

He was immediately at a loss and I felt slightly sorry for him.

‘Call me at my office sometime,’ I said airily. ‘I’ll leave you to pay for the room. Bye.’

He called and called and I relented.

We had lunch and I watched Mark be very rude to the waiters and pretend to be so in control. I resolved to never see the ignorant and boring little shite again.

Then he began to ramble on about rubbish so I took control.

‘Shut up or I’ll slap you again!’

He gaped at me, eyes wide and shut his mouth.

‘Or, perhaps,’ I said, sipping wine, ‘I’ll give you a bloody good flogging!’

Mark suddenly blushed and I wondered if I was on to something.

‘Perhaps you’d like that,’ I said maliciously, watching him squirm, ‘perhaps your little dick is hard at the thought of me putting you over my knee?’

‘Ah…I… he stuttered and I smiled.

‘You would like me to spank you, wouldn’t you?’

‘Me? Ah…no…that’s silly,’ he said, face bright red.

‘Is it? I think you should get up, walk out of the restaurant, reserve a room at the nearest hotel and come back here with the key. I’ll finish my meal and then take you back to the hotel and spank you.’

‘Now,’ Mark stuttered gamely, ‘Carmen…that’s…’

‘Last chance,’ I said, carefully placing my knife and fork on the entrée plate. ‘Decide!’

Slowly, Mark stood up, adjusted the bulge in his trousers and walked out of the restaurant.

He was quiet and submissive when he returned with the key and I made him walk behind me to the hotel. I also enjoyed making him strip naked and lying over my lap so I could spank him.

I am an accomplished spanker – there are a few spankees that would testify to that!

My female lovers enjoy spanking tremendously, warms them up for an intensive bout of lovemaking while with men, it just makes them totally submissive, overwhelmed with subby emotions.

Mark wanked for me after I finished and I do adore watching a naked man wank when he has small sparkling tears in his eyes from a jolly good spanking!

I thought that was the end of it as Mark was a useless and deadly boring little shit.

One morning, at the university, as I was detailing the construction of medieval French castles, I noticed a woman seated in the back of the lecture room.

She was not one of my normal scruffy students who thought University was an excuse to look like penniless ruffians and was dressed simply but elegantly.

I gestured to my last slide, indicated that further reading should be undertaken from the sources listed and finished.

Gathering my material, I pushed through the students, ignoring the usual ingratiating ones and zeroed in on the young woman. She was older than the usual motley crew and I smiled as I said, ‘have you just joined the course? I haven’t seen you before.’

‘Ah…no. They said I could sit in and listen. Is that all right?’ she asked anxiously.

‘Of course. Are you thinking of enrolling?’

‘I’d like to but…’

‘I’m Carmen but I expect you know that.’

She laughed self-consciously.

‘Yes Professor, I know and I’ve read all your books. I’m Wendy.’

‘You’ve read all my books?’

I raised an eyebrow at that as I guessed she hadn’t read my other books, just the boring ones on medieval history.

‘Yes. I find the subject fascinating and the way you write about historical figures just brings them alive.’

‘Thank you, Wendy. I’m just dashing off to have a coffee. Would you like to join me?’

She was a sweet thing, a little nervous with me but quite beautiful. I gestured at the wedding ring on her finger.

‘How long have you been married?’

‘A year.’

‘Congratulations on surviving the first year.’

Wendy smiled nervously and sipped her coffee.

‘Why don’t you enrol?’

‘Ah, my husband wouldn’t allow it.’

‘Why ever not?’

‘He…he wants me to stay at home…’

‘How frightful!’

‘He’s very decisive and controlling, Professor…’

‘Please, call me Carmen. He sounds very irritating to me.’

‘Have you been married…Pro…Carmen?’

‘Three times. Each was a disaster and the sex became awful!’

Wendy flushed at that.

‘You…you are one of the few historians that discuss sex in a historical context…’

‘Medieval people did enjoy sex, Wendy, it’s a useful way of increasing the population!’

She laughed.

‘I know. Sorry.’

We chatted for sometime and parted.

Wendy returned to my lectures and we made a small habit of having coffee together. Inevitably, the conversation would return to marriage, husbands and sex.

It was when Wendy casually mentioned her husband’s name that I felt a small shiver pass over the back of my neck.

‘Your husband’s name is Mark?’

‘Yes,’ Wendy said brightly and furnished her last name.

It was Mark – the spankee!

I looked at her carefully.

I don’t believe in fate or coincidence and this was either a striking coincidence or Wendy planned it.

‘You don’t really enjoy medieval history, do you?’ I asked evenly.

‘No,’ she admitted, ‘not much, although, I have learned quite a lot during our small discussions.’

‘How wonderful,’ I said sarcastically. ‘What is this about, Wendy?’

‘I…I listened in on Mark’s telephone conversation, I have suspected him for sometime and I heard him badgering you to meet him for lunch…I knew then…’

‘Knew what?’

‘That you…you were …the other woman!’

‘How dramatic,’ I said with a droll tone. ‘I think we should have lunch and I am definitely going to have a glass of wine.’

‘Did you hear what I said?’

‘Of course,’ I said patiently, ‘and I will explain to you over a long lunch. With some luck, we will be tipsy by three.’

‘I…I don’t know…’

‘You don’t like me?’ I pouted and she smiled.

‘Yes, I do. I didn’t want to but I do.’

‘Then have lunch with me.’

‘I…I don’t know…

‘I have a way for your marriage to improve and your sex life will be wonderful.’

Wendy studied me keenly.

‘Really?’ Wendy asked slowly after a long moment.

‘Yes, really! Now, see if you can signal that silly waiter, we’ll escape this mundane café  and whisk away o to my favourite restaurant.’

‘Hello Mark, this is Carmen.’

‘Carmen?’

Mark’s voice became immediately soft over the telephone but I suspected his dick was hard.

‘Why…ah…’

‘I want to play some more games. You liked our last game, didn’t you?’

‘Ah…yes,’ he whispered.

‘I want to play again but harder this time. Do you want to play harder, Mark?’

‘Yes,’ he whispered again.

‘Book a hotel room.’

He was naked and kneeling on the floor of the hotel room when I arrived – just as I had instructed.

I remained fully clothed to increase his humiliation, bound his arms together, and lashed them to the top of the doorframe before flogging his back and bottom.

Angry red welts covered his rear when I finally released him, carefully avoiding his rigid cock and lashed his arms behind his back.

I propelled him to the bed and forced him to lie on his back.

Mark watched me with wide eyes as I tied his ankles together and then forced the gag into his mouth.

‘There, Mark is all silent,’ I said as I buckled the straps behind his head.

The television sound was loud as I had used it to mask the sounds of the flogging and I used the remote to turn the set completely off.

‘All quiet – just how I like it.’

Taking a red lipstick from my handbag, I sat on the bed beside the restrained Mark.

‘You’re in a pickle now, Mark,’ I said casually and began writing on his bare chest with the lipstick. ‘You’ve just given up control in more way than one.’

He watched as I wrote on his skin and drew a large arrow pointing at his hard cock.

‘I don’t suppose you can read upside down so I’ll tell you what I’ve written. If you’re interested of course. Nod if you are.’

Mark frantically nodded.

‘It says, “I am a submissive slut. Please control me. You control me by controlling this!” The arrow points at your hard dickie!’

I slipped my hand around his cock and slowly stroked it twice, leaving Mark gasping into the gag with frustration.

Carefully, I pushed a cock ring around his cock.

‘That will trap the blood and keep it nice and hard for your wife.’

Mark gaped at me and I smiled as he made desperate noises in the gag.

‘Wendy will be here in about twenty minutes to see a side of her husband she never knew about. Perhaps she’ll flog you again or just spank you. I do know Wendy has a chastity belt for you and I admit, it was my idea. I’m such a bitch! I don’t think that your willie is going to get much relief anytime soon!’

I flicked his hard cock with my forefinger and stood up.

‘Perhaps when she’s trained you, I can come around for coffee or dinner to see how you’ve progressed.’

I walked to the hotel room door.

‘I suspect, Mark, that your marriage will last for sometime, perhaps twenty or thirty years. At least until Wendy grows tired of you.’

He made more desperate noises into the gag and I smiled as I slowly shut the door.

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Gradually, Melanie began to show a much happier side of her self. She would greet me as I came in from work by running to me, leaping into the air, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her feet, dangling nearly a foot off the floor, would be swinging in the air, as she passionately kissed me.

When I thought she felt safe and comfortable with me, I began gently teasing her about her size. I’d tell her she reminded me of a cute, little, 14-year-old, high school girl. I’d then give her a gentle swat on her round, denim covered, ass. She always wore jeans that snugly hugged her hips.

Bobby, in the mean time, had settled in nicely. When he wasn’t running through the house, he was in the back yard wearing out Dog, my 1-year-old, male, German Shepard. In the past few weeks, Bobby and Dog had bonded to each other. They were nearly inseparable, except when Mel made Bobby come inside to eat or prepare for bed. I guess Dog enjoyed romping with an active 5-year-old more than chasing the sticks I’d throw for him. After a while, Mel and I decided to let Dog in at night. He would go to bed when Bobby did and sleep on the floor next to his new friend. It looked like I had lost my dog to Bobby. It was also looking like I had acquired an instant family.

One Friday evening, I had called to let Mel know I’d be working late. It was well past Bobby’s bedtime when I got home. The house was quiet when I came in. Instead of running to me and jumping into my arms as she usually did, Little Mel called out to me from the bathroom. She told me, “Make yourself a drink and relax on the couch. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“OK!” I called back. It had been a long, hard, day, and I could use a tall, cold, CC & Coke and a few minutes to unwind. I had downed about half my drink when Mel came into the living room. I nearly choked on my drink when I saw her.

Little Mel didn’t just walk in. She came somersaulting into the living room wearing a cheerleader’s outfit. She bounced up to her feet just a couple of feet in front of me. She held her hands tightly to her sides. Grinning from ear to ear, Mel said, “We’ll win tonight!”

I told this little doll standing in front of me, “Turn around slowly so I can admire my little cheerleader.” Little Mel practically beamed as she rotated in front of me. She had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her knit top was royal blue with a gold “P” on her chest. Mel seldom wore a bra. She didn’t need one, and she hadn’t worn one that night. Her nipples, however, were making noticeable bumps on either side of the “P”. The extra short skirt was also royal blue with gold trim around the waist and hem. From my vantage point on the couch, I could see a pair of gold panties under her little skirt. She wore gold socks that had a blue “P” on the outside of each ankle and white deck shoes.

I was grinning like a high school quarterback who had just thrown the game winning touchdown pass. Although I knew she was twenty-two-years-old, given her small size, and nearly flat chest, Melanie looked just like a 14-year-old high school cheerleader. I finished my drink and told her, “Little girl, you look good enough to eat.”

“Oh, I sure hope so.” She seductively replied. “I’ll bet you didn’t know I used to be a cheerleader. Did you?”

“Well, hurray for our side! Let the games begin.” I said, as I reached out to take her hands.

Mel said, “Not yet! This is going to be our Friday night date. The ball game is over, and we’re going to the dance. When the dance is over, you might get lucky.” She had already stacked several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the player.

While she started the music, I made us a drink. We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel at every opportunity.

Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic and were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. Little Mel emitted cooing sounds each time I squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to me. Mel, in the mean time, had been stroking the cock growing in my pants. She cooed and groaned each time I nibbled her neck and pinched a nipple. I’m sure our dance floor antics would have caused the principle to throw us out of any high school dance.

After about half an hour or so of drinking and dancing, I held her tight and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t we go some place where I can see if you really are good enough to eat.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She replied.

I reached down, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and pulled Mel up my body until her head rested on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I carried her by her ass to my bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, she let her legs drop, and I lowered her to the floor. As she stood in front of me, I told her. “Let me undress you. I’ve never dated a cheerleader, and I’d like to strip my little girlfriend to see what you’ve got under there.”

“OK, but I want to do something first.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, lowered my zipper, and pulled my rapidly growing cock from my pants. Holding my cock up, Mel started licking my cock’s underside and balls. She sucked each ball, in turn, into her mouth and thoroughly swabbed them with her tongue. Then she slowly licked and kissed every inch of my shaft on her way to my cock’s head. Little Mel took a brief look at the drop of precum that had seeped out of my cock, quickly lapped it up, and took my cock’s head into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe the pleasure I felt from watching my cock slowly disappear into the mouth of the most petite and beautiful little gal I had ever been with. Hasn’t every guy, at one time or another, wanted a cheerleader on her knees in front of him?

Mel never let her tongue rest. It constantly danced around my shaft and head as she slid her mouth up and down the length of my cock. She was sucking like she was trying to get the first sip of a thick malt through a small straw.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. I gently cupped her cheeks with my hands, and reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock. As she looked up with her beautiful green eyes, I told her, “Honey, if you do much more of that, I’m going to cum.”

She smiled up at me, and said, “You’ve tasted me before, now I want to taste you.” Mel then went back to work on my cock. In no time, her powerful sucking and rapid tongue action had me on the brink again. I grabbed her ponytail and helped her set a pace that took me over the edge. As the first surge of cum rushed from my cock, Mel stopped bobbing up and down and held my cock deep in her mouth. She seemed to suck even harder, if that was possible.  She swallowed every drop of my cum. Slowly, she slid her mouth off my cock and gently licked me clean.

Smiling up at me, she said, “A little salty, but I can get to like it.”

“Haven’t you ever sucked a cock before?” I asked.

Still on her knees, she said, “I’ve sucked Rob a few times, but I never let him cum in my mouth. With him, it just seemed disgusting, especially when he tried to push it down my throat. With you, it was nice.”

Helping her stand, I hugged her, and said, “Thanks, Baby! That was a great blow-job and a special gift.” I then reached for the waist line of her top and began pulling it up. “OK, my sweet, young, cheerleader, let’s see what you’re hiding under that little outfit.”

Mel held her arms over her head, and the knit top came off easily. Her nipples were already rather firm. I wasted no time dropping to my knees and sucking one into my mouth. I pinched, pulled, and rolled the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Alternating between nipples, I soon had them both rock hard and standing out at least half an inch from her puffy areolas.

Mel was holding the back of my head and pulling my face tightly to her chest. She liked having her tits worked hard, and was moaning her approval. She had kicked her shoes off as I had helped her stand. As my mouth continued to work on her nipples,

I put a thumb in each side of her little skirt and pushed down. As the skirt and gold panties came down together, I kissed my way down her slender body. When Mel's skirt/panties were at her ankles, she stepped out of them.

Then, I kissed my way toward Mel’s pussy. As I knelt in front of her, I got another surprise. Little Mel, to maintain the young cheerleader fantasy, had shaved her red pubic hair. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth as a baby's ass.

“Oh, Baby, that’s beautiful. Now, let’s see if you’re good enough to eat.” I grabbed two hands full of Mel’s ass and pulled her freshly shaved pussy to my mouth. I kissed her pubic mound, and worked my tongue as far as I could into her slit.

Mel, holding the back of my head, began quivering, and said, “Oh shit!”

I stood, and cradled my little cheerleader in my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. I stood beside the bed, admiring her, as I finished undressing. She lay quietly before my gaze with nothing on but her gold socks with the blue “P” at each ankle. The sight of her flat chest, except for those fantastic nipples, slender body, and now bald pussy was the stuff that caused high school boys to have wet dreams.

I dropped my pants and my cock sprang free again. With a smile on her lips, Mel gave a mock gasp, and said, “Oh my! I don’t know if I can take all of that. I’ve never done this before, you know.” She held her arms out inviting me to join her on the bed.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m sure you can handle it.” I told her. With a grin covering my face, I climbed into bed next to little Mel. Continuing our fantasy, I slowly prepared my little cheerleader for what was to come. I very slowly and gently began caressing Mel’s chest while nibbling her ears and neck.

Though she had very small breasts, she was not completely flat chested. Over the past few weeks, I had learned Mel likes having her tits handled firmly. So, as I nuzzled her neck and ears, and she began responding, I used more and more pressure to squeeze her tits.

Mel was soon moaning and rubbing the back of my head. She guided my head and mouth to her nipples. I again alternated between her tits. I let my free hand wander down her soft, smooth, belly. When I reached her recently shaved pubic mound, I gently stroked the area as if stroking a favorite pet. I then let my hand slide between Mel’s partially open legs.

Mel widened the gap between her legs as I stroked a finger up and down her juicy slit. She was already very wet. Her pussy juices were running down toward her asshole.

When I inserted a finger into her pussy, Mel spread her legs wide and said, “I think you found the right spot.” After a few finger strokes in her pussy, I inserted another finger and began kissing my way down her belly from her tits.

Mel kept rubbing the back of my head.

When I reached her pussy with my mouth, I, oh so gently, flicked my tongue over her clit.

Mel then seemed to give up on the fantasy of being a young, virginal, cheerleader. Loudly, she cried, “Oh shit! Eat my pussy. Please, suck my clit.”

I was only too happy to do as she asked. While I continued to stroke two fingers in her hole, I softly wrapped my lips around her erect clit.

With Mel holding my head tightly to her pussy, I continued to flick my tongue over and around her clit. When I firmly sucked her clit into my mouth, Mel lost it. She lifted her ass off the bed, raising her pussy up to meet my mouth. I sucked her clit as hard as I could, and she yelled. “Oh shit! Suck me! Suck my pussy hard! Oh God, yes! I’m cuming! Don’t stop!”

I had no intention of stopping. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, put her legs over my shoulders, and grabbed her hips. I then attacked her clit and pussy with a fury. My mouth and tongue were all over Mel’s drenched cunt.

As I firmly pulled Mel’s pussy toward my hungry mouth, she moved her hands to her tits. She forcefully twisted, pinched, and pulled her nipples. She came several times before lowering her ass back to the bed as she settled down a bit.

I continued to lick and suck her pussy, but at a more leisurely pace.

When Mel began to approach another orgasm, I teased her asshole with a finger. Mel gasped, and said, “You can if you want, but I’ve never taken it in the ass before. Please be careful.”

“We can save that for another night, Baby.” I told her. “Tonight I want to wear this pussy out.” Mel, still breathing hard, said, “I don’t know how much more I can take. I’ve already cum at least four times, and you haven’t even put your cock in my pussy yet.” Still holding Mel’s legs over my shoulders, I raised them higher and lined my up cock to enter her pussy.

As the head of my cock started to enter her pussy, Mel moaned and squeezed her breasts. “Mmmmmm. Give it to me hard and fast, Honey. I want my pussy to feel well-used tonight.”

“Ok, little girl. Here it comes.” Without another word, I used her thighs for leverage and slammed my cock fully into Mel’s tight, hot, cunt. Mel sharply inhaled before letting a long deep groan escape her lips. If she wanted it hard and fast tonight, that’s how she’d get it. I pounded her cunt as hard as I could until I was about to cum, again. I then dropped her legs from my shoulders and fell on top of her torso.

Mel quickly wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeply into her pussy. We tightly hugged as I pumped my load of cum deep into her core. We cuddled a short time before dozing off to sleep, my slowly softening cock still soaking in Mel’s pussy.

My last thought, as I drifted off, was of the possibility of fucking little Mel’s virgin ass in the near future.

Stripped off I slipped into the heat of the spa, from were I was sitting I had a good view of what Anne and Anthony were doing. To be truthful the lounge was set up the way it was for this very reason as I get  really turned on by watching my wife with other guys. I watched as Anne slipped out of her clothes, just leaving on her black stockings and suspenders, she then helped Anthony out of his so that there was no restriction to their caresses. I could see Anne really intended taking her time, as I looked she knelt on a cushion in front of Anthony and started to gently lick his shaft slowly from his ball to his glans her fingers at the same time gently carressing his balls. Her hands looked quite tiny alongside his balls sac, I could imagine them full of his cum that with luck would soon drench the inside of my wifes cunt. After a while Anne turned her attention to the glans licking it like an ice cream cone a couple of times I saw her lips open to try and take it in her mouth but it was just too large so she returned to licking and little sucking kisses her tongue occasionally trying to penetrate the slit as his pre cum started to flow.

By now Anthony seemd to be getting ready for more than a little oral, it looked like he asked a question , Anne nodded and led him off in the direction of our bedroom. The bedroom could not be viewed from the spa unfortunately, I jumped out of the spa and quickly towelled myself dry before heading inside. I knew there was no rush that cock was not going to slide in my darling wife that easily. I refreshed my beer before moving towards the bedroom door, there was a comfortable chair outside the bedroom that had a perfect view of our bed, good planning of course. From where I sat I could see that Anne was straddeling Anthony holding his shaft she was positioning it at the mouth of her vagina ready for the first contact. I could hear her telling him not to move until she said that she would do all the work. I could see her visibly making herself relax from past experiences with smaller cocks she knew if she wasn't relaxed this could hurt. It was also fortunate that she had a few years ago had a hysterectomy, otherwise there would be no chance of the full eleven inches going in. For a minute or so nothing seemed to happen, then the big purple head of his cock slipped out of view, with an accompanying low moan from Anne as her muscles were stretched beyond normal tollerances. She stayed there for a few moments controling her breathing, I could see the veins standing out on the shaft that was impaling her it seemed to thicken even more. Then she lowered her self a couple of inches stopping again to get used to the feeling, then lower again with another low moan her eyes closed with a mixture of effort and ecstacy. Still not half way, she raised herself slightly her juices lubricating the shaft, a sudden drop and a further three inches dissapeared from view. Anthony moved under her,'No,nu,no,no just stay still' she grunted.

I was riveted at the sight my own cock standing rigid its mere six inches bobbing as I watched, my turn would come later. Anne stayed still for another minute or so before again lowering herself this time in a slight rocking movement more and more of that awesome cock dissappeared from view until he was buried up to the hilt. For a while Anne stopped all movement I could see her face relax and a low almost purring sound came from her. Ever so slowly she raised herself away from Anthony until all but the glans was outside her with a moan she dropped impaling herself on his shaft. From then on she urged Anthony to join in and the two of them started to really get into it. They changed positions a couple of times his large cock assuring there was no chance of him sliding out. From the way they were moving I could see this was not going to be a long drawn out session, Anne's internal muscles would be screaming later after this pounding. By now Anne seemed to be in one continuous orgasm the sounds she was making growing louder and louder, from outside it must sound like someone was being murdered. I quickly grabbed the stereo control and turned up the volume rtying to match my wifes screams.

Anthony's movements seemed to be getting more eratic not an even stroke now the long strokes changing to shorter harder ones. Suddenley he stiffened a groan coming from his lips then he was slowl grinding himself into Anne, I'm sure she must have thought she was sitting on a fountain becuse from where I was sitting I could see gobs of cum coming round his shaft as he moved. The two of them laid there satiated for a while before moving  as Anthony withdrew his cock a flood of cum followed it out of Anne's stretched cunt her muscles unable to close up after being that stretched didn't restrict the flow at all. Anne  slowly moved and opened her eyes she seemed to have an almost dazed expression in her eyes. Anthony appeared to be asleep at the  moment so I stepped into the bedroom, Anne looked up at me with a smile on her face.

'Bet you didn't think I could manage that did you, I'll do better next time' she said, 'Oh and by the way I could do with a drink'.

I smiled to myself as I went to the fridge, I could see this friendship lasting quite a while.