"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.

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.

 

            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.

She told me to bring the paperwork in which I was reluctant to do because of my colleagues comment and her provocative appearance. The drawings consisted of a couple of large tube cylinders with plans in them so it was awkward. She was insistent and said look I wont bite .

When I went in she said I am having a drink and she poured me a glass of wine and when she handed it to me it was obvious her face was flushed and there was an obvious wet patch on her pants. I was sitting and she was standing right in front of me when she handed me the drink so it was not hard to see. As we talked and I relaxed a bit I began to have a look around the room and I couldn’t believe what I saw on the table next to the chair she had sat in. There was a big vibrator in the shape of a thick penis sitting there glistening in the light. It was obviously wet. She saw me spy it and she smiled and said I was enjoying a little bit of pleasure when you called, I am missing Tom. I cant stand it when he is away like this.

I said he has been away one day and will be away for a week. I know she said and I think he knows I wont be faithful to him so he has sent you over. I know he has mentioned you and a couple of the office girls have done a lttle more than work back at night. I think he want you to keep an eye on me.

Then she picked up the plastic penis and said how do you compare to that and showed it to me and I didn’t know what to say. Then she went on I bet you are almost as big and the batteries don’t go flat like they do on this, I was just giving myself a workout when you called but now you are here I can do better than that – cant I.

I said I hope you are not suggesting what I think you are and she said ……..I am, I want you to take me to bed and do what this thing cant.

I said look you are married to Tom and I work with him and this is not right.

She said Tom is nice but he cant keep me satisfied and I suppose he has told you I look elsewhere for my pleasures at times, I know he has told a few of our friends and some even have sampled my pleasures, you wont be the first, or the last.

I stammered and tried to talk my way out of it but my cock was a hard as a rock in my pants just imagining what it would be like with her. She came over to me and said come on lets see whats hiding in there, and unzipped my flies and put her hand in and wrestled my cock out and it stood up firm and rigid inches from her eyes. Already there was bit of precum showing in the eye of it.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh she said its beautiful, and without another word she put her mouth over me and began to suck and stroke it gently with her hand. She didn’t waste a moment and kept going on me. It was absolute heaven with the feel of her warm mouth and lips around the shaft and slipping up and around the head of my cock, often running her tongue around the rim. She was so capable. I was enjoying it so much I didn’t see her slipping her bra off and there in front of me were these two perfectly shaped and firm breasts, with erect nipples and bright pink areola. That was all I needed and I immediately made a garbled sound in my throat as I could feel my orgasm coming on. Ohhhhh darling she said as she slipped her mouth off my cock for a moment as her long slim fingers kept working the skin of my penis up and down– you are going to give me a drink of your beautiful cummy creamy cock syrup, please …oh … please .. give it to me now. Then she went back over my cock and held my balls and I shot a stream of cum into her mouth that should have lifted her head off. I could not remember a more intense orgasm ever before. I shuddered each time as I shot stream after stream of cum into her mouth as she kept sucking on me and devouring and swallowing it as her mouth filled and refilled with the copious supply of warm white syrupy semen I was injecting into her mouth.

I lay back and let her finish her pleasure and my cock softened and she eventually had her fill and released me from her mouth. As I lay there she began to unbutton and undress me and I let her help a little from time to time. Within a minute or so we were both naked and she was kissing me and rubbing her breasts against my chest and her crutch against my limp cock.

She pulled a way and said come with me and show me what else that beautiful cock of yours can do for me. With that she held both my hands out in front of her and looked down between her legs to guide my eyes to her magnificent pubic area. The lips of her vagina were small and didn’t protrude at all but were visible. She had a small patch of hair just above her slit which kept her looking like a woman rather than a pre pubescent girl. Her lips were slightly swollen and puffy, I gather from her previous masturbating with her dildo, she was very wet there as well.

Come on darling she said I want more of you and you can see where.

She led me to a bedroom, obviously not theirs.

This is my pleasure palace she said where I get and give pleasure to men that I desire. I said what about Tom, how does he feel about it?. She said he cant keep me happy with the amount of sex I crave- he does well but he also knows I cant exist on his supply alone and I have other men to satisfy me. I thought he must have set you up to visit and enjoy me. He rang just before you came to warn me he was sending you over. This is an opportunity for us to spend the entire night in this bed enjoying my body in every way. There is nothing I wont do for sex she said.

We lay together and fondled and kissed, she was in no hurry to engage in sex as she knew she had time and plenty of it. My cock was bone hard and as we snuggled together she manoeuvred herself so that the head of it was at the gate of heaven and she slowly encourage it through the gate and before long I was inside her, for the first of what was to be many times. After I entered her she said lets pretend it my first time and she then broke away and positioned herself above me and slowly lowered herself down and inserted my cock into her warm wet magnificent cunt. She watched my face as she let me slip just inside her and held herself there and said isn’t that just magnificent, my cunt wrapped around your cock and for the first time, as if I were a virgin. I had to admit seeing her naked and beautiful body above me, and looking at where we were joined was beautiful sight. My cock was just inside her and the head of it had disappeared and the rest of my shaft visible. Her legs were spread apart giving me a wonderful view of our intimacy. Her naked breasts and beautiful face surrounded by her fair hair above me smiling down at me made me feel like a teenager having his first time with a prostitute who knew it all and me a virtual virgin.

I shuddered with the sensation and delight of her body connected to mine by my cock. Then she slowly lowered herself down onto me and I could see each few millimetres of my shaft disappearing into this wonderful chasm of sexual delight, warm and wet and for a woman who had obviously had a great deal of experience firm and tight. She said this is my first time don’t forget I have never done this before so you have to guide me through my first experience. Tell me what I have to do.

I said I cant play this game I just have to fuck you, I cant control my feelings and I will cum in a minute if you keep this up this is torture of the most extreme kind. I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you and so sensual. Looking at you brings back the memory of my first fuck when I was with a 14yo virgin and she was so tiny and innocent. I got her to do it this way so she could control my penetration of her virgin cunt and if there were to be pain as we destroyed her hymen she could take it as she wished fast and furious or slow and gentle and as easy as she wished. It was slow and gentle and I could see the tension in her face – she wanted to have her virginity taken by me, I was 18 and had fucked a few girls around the district and one had told her I was the best to do it with. Slowly she lowered herself and stopped just after my cock head had been inserted into her, just like we are now, and she said I can feel it now, there is a wall off resistance inside me and I don’t know whether to go hard or softly. Then without another word she pushed down and let out a yelp like a puppy as I tore through her hymen and she impaled her body on my erect and hard penis, the full seven inches of it. She fell on my chest, tears in her eyes, and taking short sharp breaths as the pain of her hymrn tearing away filled her vagina, and stomach evidently as she said its hurting in there. She lay there for a while until the pain eased off and then with her bloody cunt asked me to fuck her till she came.Â

Jan did the same and suddenly dropped her body down and I was completely inside her.

Does that bring back happy memories she said, and I could not help but enjoy what I was feeling right then. There is only one thing missing I said. Sally bled and we were covered in blood. We knew it would happen and were prepared for it. Then she lay full length on me and we hugged and kissed. For a 14yo she kissed pretty well, her small mouth and tongue working quite capably to give me pleasure at both ends of our bodies. My cock embedded deeply inside her bloody cunt and my tongue deep inside her mouth as entwined with hers. It felt fantastic. Then Jan slowly lowered herself and we too were locked together and kissing. Jan had one more feature that surpassed Sallys. She had well formed and firm breasts for me to feel and fondle and suck where my 14yo Sally had little nipples and no breast to speak of.

Slowly Sue began to rub her cunt over my cock and I could sense the feeling she was getting from the way we were joined together. Her breathing got heavier and there were soft murmurs of pleasure as she rubbed cock over her clit as she manipulated herself. It felt good to me too. She had the motion right and she did it all from her hips as she ground our loins together and kissed me passionately. I had not been fucked so beautifully before – this was heaven in bed. I suppose we fucked each other for about 5 or 6 minuted before I could feel the tenseness in her body and the way she was working her vagina over my cock, then the little grunt and I knew she was getting close to her big O. I began to take control and I began to do the fucking as she concentrated on her body as my cock got rock hard and I was working my cock in her cunt and bringing her to the early stages of her orgasm to a mind blowing climax. As soon as she had passed the point of no return she began to get really physical and screwed her face up and grunted and groaned and forced her clit down hard onto my cock as she lifted her body up on her arms to get maximum pressure on her cunt. As she moved with the motion of our fucking her tits began to swing in front of me, I squeezed her nipples with both hands hard and ploughed her cunt with my cock. This had the effect of driving her higher up the orgasmic scale and then she hit the top of her climax and became extremely vocal grunting and groaning and calling my name a dozen times. I had known her less than an hour and she didn’t fail me and call me Tom or the name of one of her other men. She knew who was fucking her. The excitement and her performance brought me to my orgasm too and I began to hump her and grunt as I emptied my prostate and my mixture of baby juice flowed from within me along my cock and into her hot and sexy body already in the middle of her orgasm

My cum was flowing freely, this time filling her vaginal cavity. Flooding over her cervix and womb. I suppose it wasn’t as much as I had ejaculated when I came in her mouth as it was not long after my first orgasm. In any case I loved the feeling of being inside her warm wet and tight cunt as I shot stream after stream of my cum into her. She was out of this world in complete ecstasy enjoying the after feeling of her orgasm. She fell on top of me and bit my neck, I would have ample evidence of our intimacy for days.

After we both recovered a bit, she fell off me and said wow I am going to enjoy you my darling. If you can keep that form up I will shag the living daylights out of you and you will not be able to walk or talk by the time I have finished with your marvellous body and superb cock, that had given me more pleasure than any body has for weeks. By now it was soft and flopping against my leg and covered in the mix of body juices we had both created during our lovemaking. She looked at it and said the poor thing is exhausted, I hope it wont go to sleep, and then she bent down and sucked my soft cum covered cock once more cleaning all the grunge from with her off it. I was pretty exhausted as we had fucked really hard and it stayed soft or half firm really. Once she had it clean she let it slip from her mouth, licking the remaining juices off her lips.

She got up and looked down at her cunt and spread her lips with her fingers. Look at that- isn’t it beautiful and it has just performed beautifully for me. The she came to me and said would you like to drink from the cup of pleasure, and spread her legs for me to kiss and suck her soaking wet cum covered cunt. It was not the first time I had had this experience but looking into her beautiful pink hole which was shining with the wetness and beginning to leak the mixture of passion syrup we had just made. I slowly went down on her licking the cream leaking from her wonderful cunt and then I sucked what was left and slipped my finger into her vagina seeking her G spot while I massaged her clit with my tongue. Then I began sucking it and rubbing her clit between my lips. I enjoyed sucking on her more than I had on any other woman. She murmured softly and moved with the passion and pleasure she was getting from me. I could tell she was getting as much or more pleasure than I was. At one stage she said Oh my god this is the best fucking oral I have ever had. I have never had so much pleasure at the one time from so many things before. I finished up by slipping another finger into her tight ass hole and between my two fingers in her cunt and ass and my lips and tongue sucking and sipping on her clit I drove her to a fantastic orgasm. She squirmed and bucked and shuddered each time the spasm of her orgasm hit her, time after time her tits shook as I hit a nerve or excited her clit and she held on really experiencing an extreme pleasure centred on her cunt. The she screamed at me; stop, stop, stop she said, Oh shit I cant bear it any more, stop please stop. As I released her there was a dribble of piss leak from her, I was glad I didn’t get a mouthful of that.

After I released her from her agony – I knew exactly what had happened. She had a multiple orgasm. She had hit her climax and while I continued to pleasure her she had another climax about 5 seconds after the first one basically one long orgasm and her body reacted in an extreme way. I recognised it as I had done it before to a couple of other women.

After she got her breath back which took a couple of minutes as she was quite distressed she said holy Fucking Cow that was amazing. I haven’ cum like that for ages – A lot of the guys are pretty hopeless at sucking me off like that. They do, but its pretty ordinary – THAT she said was mind blowing and I almost pissed myself as I lost complete control of myself.

We lay there for a while and then I suggested we have another drink. She said that’s a great idea it will give my cunt a rest and then we can take up where we left off.

I want to hear more of your little 14yo virgin girl. I can just imagine her little body sitting on top of you with your cock half way up her tiny body and the blood of a virgin covering your balls, it must have been wonderful. I said it was good but not as good that fuck you just gave me. I am going to have to be really adventurous to equal or better that when we do it again.Â

Good she said this time I want to be under you and watch you fuck me, I cant wait to have that hard muscle of yours inside me again and rubbing my clit, if it ever recovers from that tongue lashing of yours.

Do you know when I married Tom I was rubbing my clit every time he fucked me in order to have an orgasm, he couldn’t last long enough for me to make it. I don’t think I am going to have that problem with you.

I suppose we took about half an hour to have our drink etc. She was no longer in a tearing hurry to be fucked. She realised I was going to be around for a while.

When we went back to the bedroom I was till slack, she fondled my cock and balls and soon had me hard again.

I was ready for her now and she positioned herself on the bed and she opened her legs for me and I knelt between then ready to mount her. She lifted her legs and slipped her arm under her knees and spread herself wide and I looked down to see that wonderful cunt with her lips spread open and pink and wet ready for me to slip my cock into. I guided my hard cock toward her slit and without any assistance slipped the head of my cock into her. She was looking down to watch me and said that cock of yours has a built in radar does it? I said I think your cunt has a magnet there as it went straight to the gates of heaven any how its in now and it feels even better than before.

I slowly lowered myself into her and filled her cavity with my 8 inches. Oh god she said – that feel great- I am never happier when I am fucking, although that suck fest you gave me is going to take some beating.

I gradually began to fuck her slowly and gently. My balls were hanging down and rubbing between the cheeks of her ass as I lifted and plunged back into her. She was warm and firm and it felt wonderful. I suppose I was going for about 3 or 4 minutes when she began to met and greet my every thrust. She had wrapped her legs around me and had me locked into her. The two of us were fucking each other in perfect unison. As we fucked her tits bounced around with the force of our union. She was looking up at me and smiling and every now and again I would bend down and kiss her softly on the lips. Oh shit she said once I wish I was married to you – Tom has no passion at all and is not the best fuck in the world and more often than not cums before me and I have to finish myself off. That’s why I get on top so often; I have to work myself off on his half hard cock half the time, or finger myself if he is fucking me like this but you know exactly where I like it.

She was one of the best fucks I had ever had and she was really great.

She said I know now why Tom sent you around, some of the cronies he has organised for me are hopeless – all slam bam thank you mam and they are off. He has been finding men for me for ages but I don’t know why he hasn’t found you before.

I said he has never told me about them – he has only said he feels you are being unfaithful at times when he is away. I think I know now how he got the job he has, some of the bosses want more of you and send him off when they want some more of you.

Well she said from now on I am moving you in when he is not here and if I can work it I will be spending more time with you than you can imagine. You are the best stud I have found yet. One day we will see how long it takes to drain your balls fucking and being sucked by me. Tom can handle only one or two fucks- that’s enough for him and oral is a rarity. I spend hours with my dildos and fingers believe me.

I was beginning to get a bit more physical now and beginning to fuck her harder and harder and her tits were beginning to move about like two softly fried eggs. They looked beautiful being bounced about by the way we were fucking each other. Then she put her hands up and fiddled with my nipples and I experienced for the first time what a girl must feel when I play with hers, it was amazing.

I could feel my orgasm coming on and I said I will be finished in a minute and she said ok lets wreck the bed, and the two of us really fucked hard and fast and the noise of our bodies slapping together and could be heard all over the house I reckoned. My cock was bone hard and slamming in and out of her cunt and she was meeting every thrust of mine with her ass coming up to meet me as she had her legs around me pulling me into her at the same time. She was a really great fuck.

We both came at the same time and the cum poured out of me into her as she rocked and rolled and swung her head from side to side as she held her clit tightly to my cock to get the most extreme sensation through her. I couldn’t go any longer and rolled off her breathless, she was the same.

I lay there holding her hand and she said – man what a fuck. I have never been fucked by anybody as well as this. I said I could say the same – you certainly know what its all about and the rhythm between us was magic.

After a while she said I need to pee, and another drink come on lets get our energy up for the next one. Then I want to relive your 14 yo virgin fuck. That sounds great.

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I will continue the story in a week or two because between her and work I will be flat out. I don’t think Tom will be spending much time at home at all, he may even see the world if we can keep up the performances we have, fucking half the night 3 or 4 times a week, and every weekend.

He will regret the day he sent me to service her as I am now certain that’s what he had in mind.

Laying the broom aside, he walked quietly to the door that led back in from the shop and leaned his head in, beckoning me to join him out there. Gladly, I went.

“It's terrible, isn't it, the mess they leave this place in? There's no respect there at all,” he spoke bitterly, handing me a broom to help with the sweeping. Taking it, I nodded. I had made it a point until now not to get caught alone with him, because I didn't trust myself not to spill out the innermost desires of my heart and body to him. The last thing I wanted was for him to know...

“Krysta...” His soulful brown eyes stared into mine.

“Yes?”

“You missed a spot.” He laughed a soft laugh, and dutifully I swept the last of the dirt into the little pile we'd made. “It's amazing, isn't it?”

“What is/” I leaned upon my broom, hands crossed over the handle.

“That we should be standing here now, together and alone. Alone in more ways than one. You and I, we're the same. You've got your divorce, I've got mine. Your heart breaks a little every day- I can hear it in your voice. Is it ever going to stop hurting?” Anger tinged his voice as the conversation took this turn, one which we both had avoided while there were others around. “Can a broken heart ever completely heal?”

I shook my head, and my hair floated around a bit before coming back to settle on my shoulders. “I don't think so. But it can beat again for someone anew.”

“And then that person takes your heart and wrenches it, too. The pain of relationships sometimes seems... not worth the struggle.” He laid his broom aside, and I followed suit. Quickly, he changed the subject.

“Let's go check the pit. I know they didn't clean that right. They never do.” Leading me down the stairs, he continued talking. “One of these days, one of the guys is going to slip and fall and break something on these steps. Please be careful. I don't want anything else of yours broken.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“Nor do I, boss.” Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I could see that he was right- only a rudimentary cleaning had been done. No attempt to hose the oil off the floors or the catwalks had been made. Dirt clung to everything. Mister caught my shock and dismay out of the tail of his eye.

“Disgusting, isn't it? I should write each and every one of them up for leaving this place like this...” As he spoke, I was venturing a little deeper into the pit. I'd never been down here and was fascinated by the equipment and the utter filth... and then I slipped. My feet went right out from under me, and I fell.

My head cracked hard on the concrete floor, enough to make spots dance in front of my eyes and tears of pain flow down my cheeks. In a flash, Mister was right beside me, cradling me in his arms, supporting my neck, and checking me over to see if anything was broken. “Oh, my god, Krysta, are you all right? Can you hear me?” I nodded. As I did so, he began to check me over for injuries. Then he did something unexpected- he leaned down and kissed me.

Taken aback, yet not willing to let this moment slip by, I leaned into his kiss. His arms went around my shoulders and brought me close, practically crushing me against his lean form. He was amazingly strong for such a small man, and I felt my own arms encircle him. My head stopped throbbing as our kiss deepened, but then I noticed that the throb had only relocated itself further down my body. I could feel his heart beat against his chest as he sank down beside me there on the floor, letting go of me.

“I didn't mean to do that...” He helped me sit up.

“It doesn't matter. No one will ever have to know. I certainly won't tell anyone.” I drew my legs up and circled them with my arms.

“Your clothes are ruined.” Apology was in his eyes and voice.

“They're just clothes/ Easily replaceable.” I turned towards him, smiling. “How long has it been for you?”

“Too long.” He reached out for me again, cupping my shoulders in his hands. “But, we can't...”

“I said, no one will have to know.”

“Then you're saying...”

“I'm answering an unspoken question. The one that's in your eyes whenever you look at me. The one that's in your voice whenever you speak to me. And the answer is yes.” I leaned forward on that filthy floor and I kissed him full on the mouth, allowing him once again to crush me to him. Our fingers worked at the buttons on each other's shirts until we were free of restricting cloth, and they were being used to pillow my injured head against the hardness of the floor. My fingers dug at unyielding leather, his dug at resisting cotton.

Finally, we were free of constraining garments and our fingers found soft, warm flesh. He pressed against me, and slowly I opened for him. I felt his hardness hover at the entrance of me for just a moment, then he pushed against it and he was there, inside me. I felt every move he made as he twisted my body to do his will. His face was buried against my neck. My hands found his back and I clutched as the pure force of his thrusts drove me over the precipice of my climax. His groans were only matched by my breathy squeals. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered. “Harder, please.”

Gladly did he oblige my request, sending me again into throes of ecstasy. He shoved himself up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as deeply as he could go. He moaned and shuddered as he came inside me.

Exhausted, he rolled to the floor beside me, reaching out to turn my face towards his own.

'Tell me you enjoyed that.” A smile played upon his full lips as his breathing slowed to a normal pace. I nodded, unable to speak.

After a few moments, we were able to make ourselves presentable. He held out his hand to help me up off the floor. Grateful, I accepted it. My head had taken the opportunity to start ringing again, and I winced.

“You cracked your head pretty badly, didn't you?” I nodded a little. “You might have a concussion...”

'I doubt that. Not after...” I gestured to the floor.

“Still, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be left alone right now. Tell you what... I'll go clock out, and you can follow me a few minutes later... meet me in the parking lot.” We headed up the stairs, and I allowed him his head start.

A few minutes later, I joined him in the parking lot of the store, where he was talking on his cell.

“...for one, that's right. Thanks. I'll be there shortly. Goodnight.” Turning to me, he hurriedly explained his plan. I was to meet him at one of the local hotels, one that was many miles away from the store and where we had little chance of being discovered. I nodded, and walked to my car. What was I doing? Was I really going through with this?

Yes, yes I was. I had let it start, and I needed to see it through to it's end, no matter how it ended...