Buisness was slow and sporatic as it was begining to look like Brooke was becoming \too old for a babysitter.\ I ran into the family as I was running some errands for my mother, and found out that Brooke was turning twelve. She was even throwing a birthday party that they invited me to.
Brooke\'s birthday had finally come around and I was over there at the time written on the card I recieved. It was about 12-12:15 when I got there, but Brooke\'s eleven and twelve year old friends had apparently been there for a few minutes because their shoes and stuff were by the door, and the gifts had been placed on the table. (stupid me forgot somethin.broke). Brooke was so happy to see me after our last few encounters, that she almost unzipped my pants right there! I quickly turned around and sat down on the couch and glared at her stop!.at least not in front her parents.
Some amount of cake and music later, it was 4pm-ish. An urgent phone call made the scene tense when Brooke\'s parents had to leave to visit some relative who was in the hospital. They told me that they needed to leave and put me in charge, telling me that all the kids\' parents wouldn\'t be picking them up untill sunday night, seeing how it was a weekend sleep-over type birthday. I told the parents they had nothing to worry about and to take their time and make sure the relative was nice and good. As they were leaving, I though to myself. Hmm, the horniest little twelve year old I\'ve ever met and two of her friends all to myself for the weekend.
Brooke jumped on my back in the piggy-back position and shouted, \Oh Michael it\'s so good to see you again! I didn\'t tell my parents anything but I showed all my friends what you showed me about how you put your fingers into my .snatch you called it!\\Oh CRAP!\ I though, \these bitches are gonna leak to the parents!\\But I told them not to tell their parents or else they would never find out!\\Find out?\ I asked her\Yeah! I told them that you would be here and would show them what you showed me, and now that my parents are gone, it\'ll be so much easier!\
Putting her down on the couch, I sat on the couch adjacent to the one she was on, and said, \So how much have you told them.\\Oh I\'ve told them everything! Everything that we did last time you were over.\
I looked around at the other three girls that had made their way to the couch Brooke had gotten herself comfortable on. \Whats your name?\ I said pointing to the on sitting nearest to me.Her eyes lit up and she smiled and replied, \My name\'s Brittany! Brooke just turned twelve, but I\'ve been twelve for a whole month more than her!\ Almost as mature as Brooke, Brittany had sandy blonde hair and some A-cups size boobs, but she wasn\'t wearing a bra, and her nipples were very sensitive and small. \And you?\ pointing to the one right of Brittany. \Amy!\ She cheerfully replied, \Im eleven and one of Brooke\'s best friends!\ Amy had Brown shiney hair that flows down to her shoulders, and beutiful eyes to match. I looked down at Brooke and asked the group, \So, y\'all wanna watch a movie?\
\I think my mom has. pornos. in her closet. Want me to get \'em?\ Brooke said looking at me. \Sure, it would set the mood\ I said back, looking at the the two cute little girls siting next to her bouncing around. As Brooke got up, she had to lean forward to get up, which showed me a lot of her fine ass, pantieless as I had hoped. A few minutes later she returned and popped in some DVD into the player, a couple menus later, some lesbians made their way to the screen and began thier routine. \Mike? What are they doin\'?\ Asked Amy. \Here, lay down on the floor, and open your legs a little bit. Brooke? Proceed to lick her clean.\ With Amy on the floor Brooke layed on her stomache and moved her tounge all around and in and out. Making Amy moan with pleasure as her breathing pace increased and her moans were long and loud. \Ooooh Brooke! Ooh my god! Brooke!\ Amy shouted as her virgin pussy spewed out come cum into Brooke\'s mouth. The first time she had tased it.
These sounds and sight were getting me pretty hard, and arousing Brittany as well, because she was starting to touch herself and quickly breathe. I picked up the bundle of cuteness and layed her on the couch as I moved on top of her and kissed her all down the neck and stomache. I came face-to-lips with her tight wet pussy, and began to lick and flick for a fewminutes and she began to come. \You came faster than these two\ I said. \I\'ve know how to masturbate for a while now, so I\'m kind of used to orgasms and all that.\ She answered. My cock was very hard now and Brooke knew it. She told Brittany to show Amy how to mastubate and for both of them to do that for a while. Brooke got my cock out and began to stoke it and put her warm, soft mouth on the head. Quickening, she moved her head down some and was about halfway down when I began to stiffen and shot a load of cum into her mouth, and she swallowed it all the first time and didnt let any spill out. \Mike, that was great, but last time, you said we would do more!\
\Hmmm. Ya know what, your right.\ I said. I glanced up at the TV and saw that a man had entered the hot lesbian action and was getting hanjobs from one, and a blowjob from the other. Looking back at Amy and Brittany feeling eachother and coming to an orgasm made my cock twich in ecstasy. \Brooke, it\'s your birthday so I\'ll give u a special present, but that wont come until later. Remind me.\ Excited, Brooke got the other two and somehow managed to give me a three-mouth blowjob. With little wet hot tounges exploring my shaft and a different mouths every once in a while sucking and pulling at the head. Sensing i was abuot to come i decide to share the wealth and made them all lie on their backs and quirted all over their nipples and faces, the soft moans and gasps made me cum harder and with more of it. \Brittany, stay where you are, Amy, move on top of Brittany so that she can lick you out, and Brooke.lay down so that Amy can lick your pussy.\ I decided to give Brittany the first of the pussy fucking, because I figured she was mroe ready because she had masturbated and was more experience.
My throbbing cock had been waiting for this since i saw Brooke for the first time. I was almost laying on top of Brittany who was excited from the hot pussy licking going on now, and put my head up into her tight slit. She exhaled sharply then inhaled making the sexiest moan I have evr heard, and the sight of her doing this only made my cock swell up in her. I pushed in more with her tight pussy walls contracting and relaxing aorund it as i moved in the full length. I lingered in for a second and pulled out twice as fast as i had pushed in. Brittany was in heaven because she stopped licking Amy out and took a shot of Amy\'s cum into her mouth, swallowing it and gasping for air. I moved in and out and could tell Amy and Brooke were getting bored. So I picked up the pace and fucked Brittany until she came furiously around my cock, shouting \OOooo! Michael! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it Good! Oh GOD!\ And at the same time i unloaded another shot and pulled out and shot more of my cum onto Amy\'s sweet small ass, making sure to hit Brittany in the face.
\Brittany that was amazing.\ I said to her, \And your such a good little girl.\ She smiled and I looked at Brooke who I told would get her turn soon enough. Amy on the other hand i told to stay put and remain on all fours. I grabber her hips and leaned forward to give her a hug and fondle her small, sensitive nipples. I stayed there and positioned my hardening cock up against her even tighter slit; Wet and slippery from the previous tounge fucking she got. I was in the doggy-style position before i managed to squeeze my full lenth into her tight, wet, and very warm pussy. I slowly pulled out feeling her pussy walls close behind it, and pushed back in faster than before, and hearing her high-pitched gasps of delight only turned me on more. A few minutes of plowing her virgin pussy like a bull, she shouted\ OOOO Im Cumming! Oh God! It s so Good!\ She came but I didn\'t and her cum filled up the dense area and a little had to exit from the pressure of my cock still pumping in and out. Finally before i came i pulled out and shot what i had left onto her tight asshole and aound her hips.
I looked over at a very anxious Brooke who was clearly tired, as well as the other two cuties because their eyes were half shut and pale looking. I told them all to take showers and go to bed, seeing them in the morning. The girls were done with their showes and had taken them all at once, they all came out looking a lot better and so sexy completely naked dripping wet head to tow with water and their haird touching their shoulders, really pronouncing thier breats and nipples, which were very hard from the sudden temperature change. Making sure to take extra long walking to Brooke\'s nedroom, where their sleeping arrangemetns had been made, thier asses were so tight and small i almsot fucked them again right there. but didn\'t. They were almost asleep when Brooke came out of her room and entered the room I was in. \Michael?\ she asked, \you said I would get a special birthday present. Well.?\
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Neighbours
Amicable
This Friday I had decided to come home earlier. I entered the house with an expectant smile, with the thought of Samantha, my wife. She should be at home, I thought, at least her bicycle was standing in front of the house, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably she was with our neighbours. We lived here for just about one year and I was lucky that our neighbours seemed to be relaxed, nice people. Especially so, since Sam was a bit shy, when it came to new contacts.
I decided to go over to the Smiths. Probably we could enjoy a chilled beer together in their garden. My smile grew bigger. The Friday evening seemed to be promising. It was still hot outside. A beer with my wife and good neighbours sounded alluring. I just jumped over the low fence and was in our neighbour\'s garden. Then I walked in direction of their terrace, which was shielded by rampant shrubs.
I heard someone moaning and it sounded pretty much like the moaning of my Sam, when she was sexually aroused. Then another female was moaning. Before I could make up my mind, why I heard such sounds, I went around the corner and what I then saw was in line with the moaning, but not at all in line with my worldview. Sam was laying on a sunlounger completely naked. Shirley Smith, equally naked was sitting between her wide spread legs, massaging my wife\'s boobs. And Shirley husband George had freed his erected penis from his trousers and placed it in my wife\'s mouth, who obviously hungry, sucked it under quit horny sounds of pleasure. This was far too much for me. I jumped back behind the bushes. My head started spinning and my dick started to grow until it felt hard and pulsating in my trousers.
Was this really true? Or was it a hallucination? My beloved wife, who always was a bit shy, when it comes to any kind of physicalness had sex with another man AND another woman?
I peeped between the bushes. Sam really seemed hot and hungry. By now George had started to fuck her mouth with slow, small moves and she seemed more than content. Shirley\'s fingers, who had arrived between Sam\'s legs, seemed to do the rest. Sam moaned loudly.
\Our Sam is so incredibly hungry,\ I heard Shirley saying. Geez, what a redundant comment. Wait. \'Our Sam?\' What did Shirley meant by this?
\Probably she has another hungry mouth,\ George stated and gave Shirley\'s hand, which was busy between Sam\'s tights, a salacious look.
\I think so,\ Shirley said in a faked casual tone. Now George withdraw his penis from Sam\'s mouth, who really seemed a bit disappointed, but as the man moved towards her lap she bit her lower lip. Clearly a sign of embarrassment.
\Do you want to get fucked good?\ Shirley asked her. Sam opened her mouth, but was not able to say a word. Probably her other mouth was busy digesting Shirley\'s moves.
Shirley withdrew her pleasuring hand and smiled expectantly, while she rose from the sunlounger. George took her place with his dick in his hand. I could not see in detail how he penetrated Sam, but I read from her face that he was doing it and that she liked it a lot.
My dick was rock hard, my thoughts raced. I turned around and went. As I tried to jump back into our garden I fell onto the grass. For some moments I remained there. I was very aware of my erection and my lust. At the same time I felt fear and shame. What was going on here? I always thought Sam was satisfied with our sex life. Well at least I was. Sometimes she gave me a blow job, but hell, she was never as hungry as she was for George\'s dick. And she seldom exposed her vulva as much as she did in front of Shirley and George.
At home I took a cold shower and tried to think and to remember. What did Shirley meant by \'our Sam\'? How long since Sam had sex with George and Shirley? I guessed what I saw was not an accident, nor was it the first time. If my wife was not a completely different person, she needed time to get used to new people and even more time to discover new physical frontiers. And all this ought to be happened before my eyes unnoticed? I tried to remember situations that might have given me a hint, if only I knew.
Okay there was one of our first evenings together. After 3 bottles of whine the conversation became an interesting turn. Shirley asked how much partners we had before we became a couple. I said truthfully three and Samantha said I was her first. Shirley had chuckled and murmured that we both where quite inexperienced. Sam had just shrugged, but Shirley asked further if she never wished to broaden her horizon, probably with another man or woman. Sam hat just nipped on her whine. I had not paid much attention to this conversation. Until now.
I still tried to figure out how the woman on the terrace, who enjoyed herself in an allowedly horny threesome, was my wife, who, too enjoyed sex, but was not all too open with herself and others. Old feelings of inferiority rose in me. But my dick rose again. I sighed.
The next day I had not managed to speak about, what happened, although I could think about nothing else. Sam acted as usual, if not to say she pretended. How long the hell it was going like this? How often George and Shirley had fucked her already? God Lord. Sam was 27. Shirley and George Smith were at least ten years older. Although I had to admit both were attractive, in particular Shirley with her womanly figure and her long blond hair.
What I do realised was that Sam walked around the house naked or with just her pants on from time to time. This was something she had never done in our apartment, where we lived before we bought this house. This Sunday morning she was sitting topless on the couch, reading the newspaper.
\Say, are you hot?\ I began.
\What do you mean by that?\ She replied innocently.
\You are wearing nothing but your slip.\
She lowered the paper and looked directly at me. \Is that a problem for you?\
\Not at all. I just wondered. Lately you do that quite often.\
\Hm. I think I have developed a new attitude towards my body,\ she explained. \I mean I am an attractive woman. Why I should hide?\
\That\'s what I always tried to tell you.\
Sam rose the paper again. \Some things need time.\
I felt like a coward. My wife was cheating on me and I was not able to address it. I sighed inwardly. Probably I feared she would confirm my fears that I was sexually not enough for her. Or not adequate at all?
Suddenly she lowered the newspaper again and looked at me.
\What\'s on your mind?\
Pictures of her on a sunlounger flashed through my mind. Pictures of how she enjoyed getting attention from George\'s dick and Shirley\'s fingers. Pictures of her open mouth, hungry and invitingly opened.
My hardening cock filled my shorts. Samantha\'s look rested on the bulge between my legs. \Now I know what\'s really on your mind,\ she chuckled. She put away the paper. \Come,\ she just said. I went over to her and as soon as I was within her reach, she grabbed for my hard manhood to feel it. \What a nice present,\ she commented. \You sure now what happens with presents?\
\No?\ I murmured really a bit unsure. I didn\'t know me this way.
\Well, they get unpacked.\ She then grabbed in my fly and pushed my dick out.
\Come closer,\ she said firmly. I swallowed hard. Sam bent forwards and took my dick into her mouth. I felt like an electric shock was running through my body. Slowly she closed her eyes and started licking my bell-end. Before my inner eye I saw George\'s dick in her mouth and how she had enjoyed him. Again I felt this dizziness. One part of me was angry that she was cheating on my and it made my even more angry that I was too afraid to confront her with what I knew. Another party of me got turned on enormously by the idea that I was not the only one, whom she enjoyed. I started to move my hips slowly. I had never done that before, seriously fucking her mouth. She moaned, but suddenly withdrew and looked up.
\Sorry, I just need you to fuck me right now, please,\ she said.
\Sorry?\ I said, my voice raspy, my knees a little weak.
Sam stood up, turned around, and started to massage my cock with her buttocks, still with her slip on. I pulled the slip aside and placed the tip of my cock between her buttocks.
\C\'mon, please.\ she moaned.
\Which hole?\ I really felt a bit helpless right now.
She chuckled. \As you like it.\
I opened her labia, which were deliciously slippery with my fingers and penetrated her. She grabbed the backrest of the couch.
\Yes, that\'s right,\ she exclaimed.
I began pounding her with long, slow strokes.
\Harder, please,\ she moaned.
Maybe this was just a dream. Sam had never let herself go this way. Never before she was so active and demanding when it came to sex. It sure had to do with the Smiths. Probably I should be thankful that they seemingly had increased my wife\'s sexual appetite. I did as she pleased and pushed into her as hard as I could without knocking her off of her feet.
\Hm.alright,\ she moaned. \Just what I need.\
This was too much. I came with some hard thrusts, which was not unnoticed by Sam.
\C\'mon, just a few more,\ she murmured. I did so and suddenly she climaxed herself, silently, with a very low and deep \Mmm\ as she always did. I pulled out and she turned around. With her right hand she grabbed for her now very sticky pussy and smiled. \Nice.\
Said this she left in direction of the bathroom. I slipped onto the couch, paying no attention to my droopy dick, covered with love juice of both of us.
Still I had no clue what exactly was going on. I was not able to talk to her; instead she had just fucked me real good. I closed my eyes. Again I saw Sam with Shirley and George enjoying themselves on a sunlounger.
\The Smiths have invited us over for this afternoon.\ Samantha\'s voice brought me back into reality. And what a reality it was.
\Great that you\'re here.\ Shirley flashed her bright smile at my wife and embraced her. I watched them closely. Was it more than the usual, hug between two female friends? Weren\'t there boobs a little too close together?
\Hey Nathan.\ George clasped me on my back as he always did. As if nothing had happened. As if he never had his cock in my wife\'s mounth and cunt and God knows where else.
I breathed deeply and tried to smile.
\What about some coffee and cake on the terrace?\ Shirley asked.
\That sounds great, I\'m quite hungry,\ my wife agreed.
Hungry for what? I thought. I felt jealousy. At the same time I felt arousal rising. I remembered how I had fucked my horny wife this morning. I knew all too well how wet she could get. The thought of Shirley and George knowing this too was more than a little odd. Besides, in my fantasy I had shagged Shirley nicely, but it was just fantasy. Now it was my wife, who had made real, what I only dared to fantasise of.
We consummated delicious carrot cake with some coffee and a lot of small talk. After we finished Sam and Shirley went inside to clean the dishes. I found that a little strange. Normally my wife would not join in such typical housewife activities that easily. I continued chatting with George for a little longer, before I excused myself in order to go to the toilette. I walked across the living room and stopped beside the kitchen door, where I could hear Sam and Shirley.
\It was hot,\ I heard my wife saying. \I think it was a little too much for him to handle at first, but luckily his hard member must have told him what to do. And when I asked him to fuck me harder it was so.\
Shirley laughed. \It turned you on, right?\
\Exactly.\
\As I told you. Being loud is good for you, too.\
Samantha talked about our sex life with Shirley? She was receiving advice from Shirley? So my wife\'s increased appetite for sex was really no coincident.
\I have to admit I feel a little hot,\ Sam confessed to Shirley. She laughed a little nervous. It becomes harder to be together with you, George and my husband.
\I can imagine very well what becomes hard, when George learns how well Nathan has pounded you.\
Oh geez, I always thought Shirley was a physical woman, but she\'s a slut.
\I think I will tell Nate what is going on, before we have the next threesome,\ I heard Sam saying. \I seriously feel like cheating on him. This one threesome last Friday can pass off as exercise, but now he should get involved.\
\And do you think he will play along? I mean.\
\I think so,\ Sam answered her. \After all he\'s a man with a healthy appetite. I\'m not sure, what he will say, when he learns that George and I have done it already, but he will have no problems with you, I think. Plus, I think the perspective to fuck you will help him over doubts and jealousy.\
Shirley laughed throatily. \I hope so, I would like to have him.\
\I would like to watch,\ I heard my wife saying, her voice one octave deeper than usually.
A familiar tickle arose between my loins. I tried to breath normal. I felt light-headed. I rested against the wall.
\Nate?\ Suddenly Sam and Shirley stood in front of me, carrying two bottles of beer.
\Sam. Shirley.\ I murmured.
\Have you overheard our conversation?\ Shirley asked with a look at the rigid pole under the thin fabric of my trousers. I just nodded.
Shirley exchanged glanced with Sam. \What shall we do now?\
Sam bit her lower lip and grinned, looking at my lap, too. \What do you suggest, darling?\ she asked me. I gulped.
\He can think, while I pay attention to his toy,\ Shirley said and grabbed for my erection. \I had not expected it to be so big.\ With these words she opened my fly and let out my stiff dick. Then she bent down and busied her lips and mouth. I thought my dick would explode any minute. This was surely the hottest oral action I ever received. And my wife watching us and grinning suggestively only added to the pleasure. Then she stepped behind Shirley and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Shirley groaned, my dick still in her mouth. I started to fuck her actively. As Shirley\'s moan increased I couldn\'t stand it any more. I just managed to pull away from her mouth, but shot my load on her cleavage.
\Sorry,\ I murmured.
Shirley grinned. \You can\'t make an omelette without breaking eggs.\
Shirleys, still with my cum on her breasts, went to bring the kitchen roll. She handed my some sheets, before she gave the role to Sam. \Would you be so kind?\
Sam started cleaning her. I watched them, while I stuffed my manhood back into the trousers. Sam seemed to take delight in cleaning and massaging Shirley\'s boobs.
\I\'m really hungry for more,\ Shirley said in a low voice.
\Me too,\ my wife replied and glanced at me.
\It might be fun to spare our appetite a bit,\ Shirley suggested. Both women grinned.
The three of us grinned at each other.
We went on the terrace. \Sorry George,\ Shirley said apologetic to her husband. \Took a little longer, hope the beer is still chilled enough.\
\What took you so long?\ George watched at us.
\Well, Nathan has found out,\ Shirley stated mater of factly.
He smiled. \How?\
\Oh, when Sam and I left the kitchen he was just there, he and his strong, impressive toy. Guess he has overheard our conversation.\
I must have blushed nice shades of pink.
\So you have toyed around already?\ George grinned suggestively at his wife, but seemed also to be a bit surprised.
\Yesss.\ Shirley grinned at him and then glanced at us.
We sat down with the beers. \Cheers!\ George grinned and took the first sip.
I glanced at Shirley, who was sitting with her thighs relaxed open. I could see that she was wearing no slip under her shorts or at least just a G-string.
I laughed a little nervous. \I\'m still a little overwhelmed by the recent events,\ I admitted.
George\'s grin grew even bigger. \I\'m not,\ he simply said. \Shirley and I have become quite open over the years.\
\So it is not the first time you.\ I searched for adequate world.
\Have fun with others?\ Shirley helped me out.
\Right.\
\Sure it is not,\ George said.
\How did you get started?\ I asked him.
\In general or with your wife?\ George asked laughingly.
\Both.\ I said quickly.
\Well, in general it was, I guess ten years or so ago,\ George explained. \It was at Shirley\'s parent\'s home. We were on a regular visit. I talked with her parents and suddenly the doorbell rang. Her dad said that it must be the gardener. Shirley jumped up, saying he will let him in. Shirley\'s dad explained to me that they both knew each other. The gardener was working for them for more than five years. He supposed Shirley just wanted to say hello to him. I didn\'t think any further about it. After a while I went to the toilette. I opened the door and what I saw was pretty shocking. Shirley was gripping the washbasin and the gardener, a well-build Latino was behind her and fucking her really hard. At that time I had no clue what to say or do. At least I expected them to stop, but they didn\'t. Shirley looked at me, somewhat apologetic and told the stud to continue. I was baffled that this man had no problem continuing to fuck her. Just a few seconds more and he came. He then withdrew from my wife and I could see his juicy dick. He just grinned and said to my, \You\'re a lucky husband,\ while he stuffed his cock back into his trousers and went out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.\
\Geez, what happened then?\ I wanted to know.
\Well, I need to cum really bad,\ Shirley explained. \The gardener and I had fucked regularly, before I married George. One could say he had introduced me to serious sex. I had vowed to myself to stop fucking him, when I got together with George, but this day I could resist. I had remembered what a hot stud he was and when I saw the unmistakeable bulge in his trousers I felt I needed it badly. I also felt even hotter, by the thought of George being nearby. I felt like a slut. Man, was I horny.\ Shirley laughed. \Well normally Marquez would finish me off, but this day I guess he knew it was not his turn to do it.\
\So your husband did it to you?\ Samantha guessed.
\Right,\ George affirmed. \I was puzzled, but not too puzzled to grow a stiff cock, by the view of my wife\'s pussy getting deeply massaged by another cock. And somehow the thought of her already creamed pussy, still hungry for more, turned me on even more. Shirley turned around to face me and spread her legs. She asked me to touch her what I then did. I felt the other man\'s cream on her swollen lips and inside her cunt. And Shirley told me real nasty things, like how good the gardener had stretched her pussy and that she need my really badly to continue. Of course I did. It was hot to fuck her slippery and creamed pussy and see how horny she was. When we finished we went down into the kitchen were Marquez was drinking some water. He grinned at Shirley and asked her if I had done a good job. Her answer was to open her legs and inviting him to feel it under her skirt. As you might think he didn\'t need a second request. He seemed satisfied and said that he always had known that Shirley had a big appetite.\
\Yeah, I think, this is how it started,\ Shirley agreed. \I mean I was a bit surprised myself how much I loved it to have two men at my service.\ Shirley laughed.
\So have you done a threesome?\ My wife seemed to enjoy the report a lot.
Shirley grinned. \Not yet.\ Sam grinned back. \But for quite a while I reanimated my hot relationship with Marquez. I fucked him and then told George about what happened and showed him what Marquez had done. Also Marquez loved to hear how George had pounded me.\
\I can imagine that,\ I murmured, very well aware of how horny it made me, to know how much my wife had enjoyed George\'s dick in her mouth and pussy.
The thought of Shirley probably wanting me to fuck her in front of her husband turned me on. My dick was at half-staff from George\'s and Shirley\'s story, but now my love pole became rigid and fully developed.
This Friday I had decided to come home earlier. I entered the house with an expectant smile, with the thought of Samantha, my wife. She should be at home, I thought, at least her bicycle was standing in front of the house, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably she was with our neighbours. We lived here for just about one year and I was lucky that our neighbours seemed to be relaxed, nice people. Especially so, since Sam was a bit shy, when it came to new contacts.
I decided to go over to the Smiths. Probably we could enjoy a chilled beer together in their garden. My smile grew bigger. The Friday evening seemed to be promising. It was still hot outside. A beer with my wife and good neighbours sounded alluring. I just jumped over the low fence and was in our neighbour\'s garden. Then I walked in direction of their terrace, which was shielded by rampant shrubs.
I heard someone moaning and it sounded pretty much like the moaning of my Sam, when she was sexually aroused. Then another female was moaning. Before I could make up my mind, why I heard such sounds, I went around the corner and what I then saw was in line with the moaning, but not at all in line with my worldview. Sam was laying on a sunlounger completely naked. Shirley Smith, equally naked was sitting between her wide spread legs, massaging my wife\'s boobs. And Shirley husband George had freed his erected penis from his trousers and placed it in my wife\'s mouth, who obviously hungry, sucked it under quit horny sounds of pleasure. This was far too much for me. I jumped back behind the bushes. My head started spinning and my dick started to grow until it felt hard and pulsating in my trousers.
Was this really true? Or was it a hallucination? My beloved wife, who always was a bit shy, when it comes to any kind of physicalness had sex with another man AND another woman?
I peeped between the bushes. Sam really seemed hot and hungry. By now George had started to fuck her mouth with slow, small moves and she seemed more than content. Shirley\'s fingers, who had arrived between Sam\'s legs, seemed to do the rest. Sam moaned loudly.
\Our Sam is so incredibly hungry,\ I heard Shirley saying. Geez, what a redundant comment. Wait. \'Our Sam?\' What did Shirley meant by this?
\Probably she has another hungry mouth,\ George stated and gave Shirley\'s hand, which was busy between Sam\'s tights, a salacious look.
\I think so,\ Shirley said in a faked casual tone. Now George withdraw his penis from Sam\'s mouth, who really seemed a bit disappointed, but as the man moved towards her lap she bit her lower lip. Clearly a sign of embarrassment.
\Do you want to get fucked good?\ Shirley asked her. Sam opened her mouth, but was not able to say a word. Probably her other mouth was busy digesting Shirley\'s moves.
Shirley withdrew her pleasuring hand and smiled expectantly, while she rose from the sunlounger. George took her place with his dick in his hand. I could not see in detail how he penetrated Sam, but I read from her face that he was doing it and that she liked it a lot.
My dick was rock hard, my thoughts raced. I turned around and went. As I tried to jump back into our garden I fell onto the grass. For some moments I remained there. I was very aware of my erection and my lust. At the same time I felt fear and shame. What was going on here? I always thought Sam was satisfied with our sex life. Well at least I was. Sometimes she gave me a blow job, but hell, she was never as hungry as she was for George\'s dick. And she seldom exposed her vulva as much as she did in front of Shirley and George.
At home I took a cold shower and tried to think and to remember. What did Shirley meant by \'our Sam\'? How long since Sam had sex with George and Shirley? I guessed what I saw was not an accident, nor was it the first time. If my wife was not a completely different person, she needed time to get used to new people and even more time to discover new physical frontiers. And all this ought to be happened before my eyes unnoticed? I tried to remember situations that might have given me a hint, if only I knew.
Okay there was one of our first evenings together. After 3 bottles of whine the conversation became an interesting turn. Shirley asked how much partners we had before we became a couple. I said truthfully three and Samantha said I was her first. Shirley had chuckled and murmured that we both where quite inexperienced. Sam had just shrugged, but Shirley asked further if she never wished to broaden her horizon, probably with another man or woman. Sam hat just nipped on her whine. I had not paid much attention to this conversation. Until now.
I still tried to figure out how the woman on the terrace, who enjoyed herself in an allowedly horny threesome, was my wife, who, too enjoyed sex, but was not all too open with herself and others. Old feelings of inferiority rose in me. But my dick rose again. I sighed.
The next day I had not managed to speak about, what happened, although I could think about nothing else. Sam acted as usual, if not to say she pretended. How long the hell it was going like this? How often George and Shirley had fucked her already? God Lord. Sam was 27. Shirley and George Smith were at least ten years older. Although I had to admit both were attractive, in particular Shirley with her womanly figure and her long blond hair.
What I do realised was that Sam walked around the house naked or with just her pants on from time to time. This was something she had never done in our apartment, where we lived before we bought this house. This Sunday morning she was sitting topless on the couch, reading the newspaper.
\Say, are you hot?\ I began.
\What do you mean by that?\ She replied innocently.
\You are wearing nothing but your slip.\
She lowered the paper and looked directly at me. \Is that a problem for you?\
\Not at all. I just wondered. Lately you do that quite often.\
\Hm. I think I have developed a new attitude towards my body,\ she explained. \I mean I am an attractive woman. Why I should hide?\
\That\'s what I always tried to tell you.\
Sam rose the paper again. \Some things need time.\
I felt like a coward. My wife was cheating on me and I was not able to address it. I sighed inwardly. Probably I feared she would confirm my fears that I was sexually not enough for her. Or not adequate at all?
Suddenly she lowered the newspaper again and looked at me.
\What\'s on your mind?\
Pictures of her on a sunlounger flashed through my mind. Pictures of how she enjoyed getting attention from George\'s dick and Shirley\'s fingers. Pictures of her open mouth, hungry and invitingly opened.
My hardening cock filled my shorts. Samantha\'s look rested on the bulge between my legs. \Now I know what\'s really on your mind,\ she chuckled. She put away the paper. \Come,\ she just said. I went over to her and as soon as I was within her reach, she grabbed for my hard manhood to feel it. \What a nice present,\ she commented. \You sure now what happens with presents?\
\No?\ I murmured really a bit unsure. I didn\'t know me this way.
\Well, they get unpacked.\ She then grabbed in my fly and pushed my dick out.
\Come closer,\ she said firmly. I swallowed hard. Sam bent forwards and took my dick into her mouth. I felt like an electric shock was running through my body. Slowly she closed her eyes and started licking my bell-end. Before my inner eye I saw George\'s dick in her mouth and how she had enjoyed him. Again I felt this dizziness. One part of me was angry that she was cheating on my and it made my even more angry that I was too afraid to confront her with what I knew. Another party of me got turned on enormously by the idea that I was not the only one, whom she enjoyed. I started to move my hips slowly. I had never done that before, seriously fucking her mouth. She moaned, but suddenly withdrew and looked up.
\Sorry, I just need you to fuck me right now, please,\ she said.
\Sorry?\ I said, my voice raspy, my knees a little weak.
Sam stood up, turned around, and started to massage my cock with her buttocks, still with her slip on. I pulled the slip aside and placed the tip of my cock between her buttocks.
\C\'mon, please.\ she moaned.
\Which hole?\ I really felt a bit helpless right now.
She chuckled. \As you like it.\
I opened her labia, which were deliciously slippery with my fingers and penetrated her. She grabbed the backrest of the couch.
\Yes, that\'s right,\ she exclaimed.
I began pounding her with long, slow strokes.
\Harder, please,\ she moaned.
Maybe this was just a dream. Sam had never let herself go this way. Never before she was so active and demanding when it came to sex. It sure had to do with the Smiths. Probably I should be thankful that they seemingly had increased my wife\'s sexual appetite. I did as she pleased and pushed into her as hard as I could without knocking her off of her feet.
\Hm.alright,\ she moaned. \Just what I need.\
This was too much. I came with some hard thrusts, which was not unnoticed by Sam.
\C\'mon, just a few more,\ she murmured. I did so and suddenly she climaxed herself, silently, with a very low and deep \Mmm\ as she always did. I pulled out and she turned around. With her right hand she grabbed for her now very sticky pussy and smiled. \Nice.\
Said this she left in direction of the bathroom. I slipped onto the couch, paying no attention to my droopy dick, covered with love juice of both of us.
Still I had no clue what exactly was going on. I was not able to talk to her; instead she had just fucked me real good. I closed my eyes. Again I saw Sam with Shirley and George enjoying themselves on a sunlounger.
\The Smiths have invited us over for this afternoon.\ Samantha\'s voice brought me back into reality. And what a reality it was.
\Great that you\'re here.\ Shirley flashed her bright smile at my wife and embraced her. I watched them closely. Was it more than the usual, hug between two female friends? Weren\'t there boobs a little too close together?
\Hey Nathan.\ George clasped me on my back as he always did. As if nothing had happened. As if he never had his cock in my wife\'s mounth and cunt and God knows where else.
I breathed deeply and tried to smile.
\What about some coffee and cake on the terrace?\ Shirley asked.
\That sounds great, I\'m quite hungry,\ my wife agreed.
Hungry for what? I thought. I felt jealousy. At the same time I felt arousal rising. I remembered how I had fucked my horny wife this morning. I knew all too well how wet she could get. The thought of Shirley and George knowing this too was more than a little odd. Besides, in my fantasy I had shagged Shirley nicely, but it was just fantasy. Now it was my wife, who had made real, what I only dared to fantasise of.
We consummated delicious carrot cake with some coffee and a lot of small talk. After we finished Sam and Shirley went inside to clean the dishes. I found that a little strange. Normally my wife would not join in such typical housewife activities that easily. I continued chatting with George for a little longer, before I excused myself in order to go to the toilette. I walked across the living room and stopped beside the kitchen door, where I could hear Sam and Shirley.
\It was hot,\ I heard my wife saying. \I think it was a little too much for him to handle at first, but luckily his hard member must have told him what to do. And when I asked him to fuck me harder it was so.\
Shirley laughed. \It turned you on, right?\
\Exactly.\
\As I told you. Being loud is good for you, too.\
Samantha talked about our sex life with Shirley? She was receiving advice from Shirley? So my wife\'s increased appetite for sex was really no coincident.
\I have to admit I feel a little hot,\ Sam confessed to Shirley. She laughed a little nervous. It becomes harder to be together with you, George and my husband.
\I can imagine very well what becomes hard, when George learns how well Nathan has pounded you.\
Oh geez, I always thought Shirley was a physical woman, but she\'s a slut.
\I think I will tell Nate what is going on, before we have the next threesome,\ I heard Sam saying. \I seriously feel like cheating on him. This one threesome last Friday can pass off as exercise, but now he should get involved.\
\And do you think he will play along? I mean.\
\I think so,\ Sam answered her. \After all he\'s a man with a healthy appetite. I\'m not sure, what he will say, when he learns that George and I have done it already, but he will have no problems with you, I think. Plus, I think the perspective to fuck you will help him over doubts and jealousy.\
Shirley laughed throatily. \I hope so, I would like to have him.\
\I would like to watch,\ I heard my wife saying, her voice one octave deeper than usually.
A familiar tickle arose between my loins. I tried to breath normal. I felt light-headed. I rested against the wall.
\Nate?\ Suddenly Sam and Shirley stood in front of me, carrying two bottles of beer.
\Sam. Shirley.\ I murmured.
\Have you overheard our conversation?\ Shirley asked with a look at the rigid pole under the thin fabric of my trousers. I just nodded.
Shirley exchanged glanced with Sam. \What shall we do now?\
Sam bit her lower lip and grinned, looking at my lap, too. \What do you suggest, darling?\ she asked me. I gulped.
\He can think, while I pay attention to his toy,\ Shirley said and grabbed for my erection. \I had not expected it to be so big.\ With these words she opened my fly and let out my stiff dick. Then she bent down and busied her lips and mouth. I thought my dick would explode any minute. This was surely the hottest oral action I ever received. And my wife watching us and grinning suggestively only added to the pleasure. Then she stepped behind Shirley and started to rub her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. Shirley groaned, my dick still in her mouth. I started to fuck her actively. As Shirley\'s moan increased I couldn\'t stand it any more. I just managed to pull away from her mouth, but shot my load on her cleavage.
\Sorry,\ I murmured.
Shirley grinned. \You can\'t make an omelette without breaking eggs.\
Shirleys, still with my cum on her breasts, went to bring the kitchen roll. She handed my some sheets, before she gave the role to Sam. \Would you be so kind?\
Sam started cleaning her. I watched them, while I stuffed my manhood back into the trousers. Sam seemed to take delight in cleaning and massaging Shirley\'s boobs.
\I\'m really hungry for more,\ Shirley said in a low voice.
\Me too,\ my wife replied and glanced at me.
\It might be fun to spare our appetite a bit,\ Shirley suggested. Both women grinned.
The three of us grinned at each other.
We went on the terrace. \Sorry George,\ Shirley said apologetic to her husband. \Took a little longer, hope the beer is still chilled enough.\
\What took you so long?\ George watched at us.
\Well, Nathan has found out,\ Shirley stated mater of factly.
He smiled. \How?\
\Oh, when Sam and I left the kitchen he was just there, he and his strong, impressive toy. Guess he has overheard our conversation.\
I must have blushed nice shades of pink.
\So you have toyed around already?\ George grinned suggestively at his wife, but seemed also to be a bit surprised.
\Yesss.\ Shirley grinned at him and then glanced at us.
We sat down with the beers. \Cheers!\ George grinned and took the first sip.
I glanced at Shirley, who was sitting with her thighs relaxed open. I could see that she was wearing no slip under her shorts or at least just a G-string.
I laughed a little nervous. \I\'m still a little overwhelmed by the recent events,\ I admitted.
George\'s grin grew even bigger. \I\'m not,\ he simply said. \Shirley and I have become quite open over the years.\
\So it is not the first time you.\ I searched for adequate world.
\Have fun with others?\ Shirley helped me out.
\Right.\
\Sure it is not,\ George said.
\How did you get started?\ I asked him.
\In general or with your wife?\ George asked laughingly.
\Both.\ I said quickly.
\Well, in general it was, I guess ten years or so ago,\ George explained. \It was at Shirley\'s parent\'s home. We were on a regular visit. I talked with her parents and suddenly the doorbell rang. Her dad said that it must be the gardener. Shirley jumped up, saying he will let him in. Shirley\'s dad explained to me that they both knew each other. The gardener was working for them for more than five years. He supposed Shirley just wanted to say hello to him. I didn\'t think any further about it. After a while I went to the toilette. I opened the door and what I saw was pretty shocking. Shirley was gripping the washbasin and the gardener, a well-build Latino was behind her and fucking her really hard. At that time I had no clue what to say or do. At least I expected them to stop, but they didn\'t. Shirley looked at me, somewhat apologetic and told the stud to continue. I was baffled that this man had no problem continuing to fuck her. Just a few seconds more and he came. He then withdrew from my wife and I could see his juicy dick. He just grinned and said to my, \You\'re a lucky husband,\ while he stuffed his cock back into his trousers and went out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.\
\Geez, what happened then?\ I wanted to know.
\Well, I need to cum really bad,\ Shirley explained. \The gardener and I had fucked regularly, before I married George. One could say he had introduced me to serious sex. I had vowed to myself to stop fucking him, when I got together with George, but this day I could resist. I had remembered what a hot stud he was and when I saw the unmistakeable bulge in his trousers I felt I needed it badly. I also felt even hotter, by the thought of George being nearby. I felt like a slut. Man, was I horny.\ Shirley laughed. \Well normally Marquez would finish me off, but this day I guess he knew it was not his turn to do it.\
\So your husband did it to you?\ Samantha guessed.
\Right,\ George affirmed. \I was puzzled, but not too puzzled to grow a stiff cock, by the view of my wife\'s pussy getting deeply massaged by another cock. And somehow the thought of her already creamed pussy, still hungry for more, turned me on even more. Shirley turned around to face me and spread her legs. She asked me to touch her what I then did. I felt the other man\'s cream on her swollen lips and inside her cunt. And Shirley told me real nasty things, like how good the gardener had stretched her pussy and that she need my really badly to continue. Of course I did. It was hot to fuck her slippery and creamed pussy and see how horny she was. When we finished we went down into the kitchen were Marquez was drinking some water. He grinned at Shirley and asked her if I had done a good job. Her answer was to open her legs and inviting him to feel it under her skirt. As you might think he didn\'t need a second request. He seemed satisfied and said that he always had known that Shirley had a big appetite.\
\Yeah, I think, this is how it started,\ Shirley agreed. \I mean I was a bit surprised myself how much I loved it to have two men at my service.\ Shirley laughed.
\So have you done a threesome?\ My wife seemed to enjoy the report a lot.
Shirley grinned. \Not yet.\ Sam grinned back. \But for quite a while I reanimated my hot relationship with Marquez. I fucked him and then told George about what happened and showed him what Marquez had done. Also Marquez loved to hear how George had pounded me.\
\I can imagine that,\ I murmured, very well aware of how horny it made me, to know how much my wife had enjoyed George\'s dick in her mouth and pussy.
The thought of Shirley probably wanting me to fuck her in front of her husband turned me on. My dick was at half-staff from George\'s and Shirley\'s story, but now my love pole became rigid and fully developed.
Convenience Store
The sun was brutal, 102 degrees and no relief in sight. I had been working on a house in the heat for the past ten hours. I was exhausted and the heat had taken its toll on my energy. Finally putting my tools in my truck, I cranked it up heading for a cool spot to relax. About two miles down the road I spotted a little store on the side of the road. There was only a single car in the lot and was probably not going to be many more since the local country folks mainly used this road.
My thirst was getting the better of me and I had to get something down my dry throat. I yanked the truck into the lot and coasted to a stop. Waiting for the dust to settle, I checked myself in the mirror. Not being able to tell where my tan stopped and the dust started, I wiped my face clean with a rag and straightened my dark hair. Stepping out of the truck I felt the heat again. Rising from the ground and beating down from the sun, I hurried into the store at least for the shade and a cold one.
As the door squeaked open, I squinted to help my eyes adjust to the darker surroundings. Looking around, I saw nobody attending the place so I headed for the cooler. I stood there for a minute to let the air conditioning give me a short arctic blast before reaching for my favorite brew. Grabbing a couple of bottles, I heard a voice come from the stockroom off in the far end of the store. It was a friendly female voice and I acknowledged the \Hello\ with a grunt and went to the counter.
Standing at the counter, I saw a female carrying boxes from the stockroom towards the counter. Having made this trip countless times, she didn\'t need to see where she was going, her feet instinctively knowing the path. I could not see a face or body because of the boxes but I did see some legs. They were apparently coming from beneath a dress that was short enough to be hidden by the boxes. The legs were beautifully tanned and strode with confidence. Coming to the counter, she passed by me so she could get behind it. As she passed, she looked at me with a friendly smile and said \Hello\ again.
Her brown eyes danced with life as she spoke and I smiled back at her, glad that I had cleaned myself up some before coming into this place. When she was behind the counter, she turned with her back to me and bent over to put the boxes down. As she bent over, her dress rode up and I could almost see her ass. I could picture it in my mind though and I knew I would love to get my hands on it. She turned around to speak and I darted my eyes away quickly hoping she would not see me staring at her. It appeared that she blushed ever so slightly as she began to ring me up.
\Is that all? she asked.
\That\'s all I can afford right now, Beth\ I said as I noticed her name tag while catching a look at her breasts.
\That\'s 2.24. Are you from around here?\ she inquired.
\No, I\'m framing a house a couple of miles up the road and I\'m staying with some friends in Clarksville until I\'m through.\ I responded while handing over 3.00. \How about you?\
\Clarksville? That\'s 42 miles from here. I bet you get tired driving that every day.\ She replied as her hand touched mine while taking the money from me. \Me? I was born and raised here. My folks live in that house in the field behind this place.\
\It\'s awfully quiet around here.\ I said as I intentionally touched her hand again while getting my change. \ What is there to do for fun around here?\
\All we do is work, eat and sleep. At least that\'s what it seems like. Most folks around here are farmers, you know, early to bed, early to rise.\ she explained as she began to clean around the counter.
\Well, mind if I hang out here for a little bit and enjoy the air conditioning?\ I asked.
\No, I don\'t mind. I could use a little company anyway.\ she replied as she looked at my sweat soaked shirt. With that, she turned and started towards the boxes she had put on the floor.
\Let me help you at least. I\'m not a freeloader, I\'ll work for my stay no matter how short or long it is.\ I said as I moved around the counter.
\O.K. Take this box over by the canned goods for me.\ Beth said as she bent forward to pick up the top box.
When she bent forward, I caught a view of her breasts. They were round and had filled her bra up with some coming over the top. She looked up when she had the box but I didn\'t look away this time. Keeping my focus on her breasts, I reached out to grab the box. Taking the box to its location, I heard Beth call out, \There\'s more where that came from.\
\That\'s O.K., I can handle it.\ I responded jokingly.
\I bet you can.\ she said under her breath and I smiled as I returned to the counter.
\Here\'s another one. Take this to the bread section.\ she said as she bent further forward to pick up the next box.
She had unbuttoned her top another button while I had gone with the first box and this time when she bent forward, I could see all the way past her breasts to the top of her panties.
\This is a good one.\ I stated as I turned from her smiling. When I set his box down, I noticed that I was no longer tired. In a matter of a few minutes, this young woman had, through her enthusiasm and enjoyment of life, had given me some enthusiasm and life.
Returning to the counter, she had turned around and had her back to me. \ What now?\ I asked.
Bending all the way over again so she could get the last box, I could get a close up view of that ass that I had admired earlier. I moved my hand within an inch of it as if to grab it when she stood up.
\That\'s the last one of this bunch. This goes over there.\ She said as she turned with the box and nodded with her head towards the fruit area.
\Your wish is my command.\ I jokingly said as I went to the fruits.
Over my back I heard her say that she was going back to the stockroom to get some more boxes. I went back to the counter and took a couple swallows from the beer. I felt somewhat revitalized and could feel energy returning to me. I felt energy returning to my groin also as I reached into my jeans to adjust my slowly growing tool.
\Can you help me in here?\ I heard her call.
\Coming\ I replied and wished.
When I entered the stockroom, I couldn\'t see her. There was a stack of boxes jutting out forming a wall that I had to go around in order to enter completely into the room. After walking around that wall of boxes, I saw her. She was bent over looking into the box on the floor. Her ass was sticking out proudly as if daring me, taunting me. I quietly walked up behind her and reached my hands under her dangling dress and lifted it slightly. I looked at the loveliest ass I had seen in quite some time. It was round, tight and covered with the laciest pink panties I can remember. I was too far gone now to go back. I lifted her dress and laid it on her back and placed my hot hands on her ass. I felt of her cheeks and moved my hands up her sides a little bit. She quivered in my grip and I held her by her hips and ground my enlarged tool into that ass. She returned my advance by backing up forcing my cock into her ass some more. She moved her ass back and forth while making a groaning sound.
I placed my hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a standing position. I turned her around and her brown eyes looked like they were on fire. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans and started pulling. I finished the job of unbuttoning her dress. She released my cock and let her dress fall to the ground. Her beauty entranced me. Her hands reached behind her back and released the hasp on her bra. Her tits jumped for freedom and I reached for them to hold in my hands. I cupped them in my hands as I felt her hands return to my jeans. Within a moment she had released my hot muscle from its bindings.
She stepped back to look at me and I saw the lust engulf her face as she saw my throbbing cock. She stepped forward and dropped to her knees in one motion. Her mouth engulfed my dick as she began to move her head back and forth while her hands toyed with my dangling balls. I stepped back, sat on a box and spread my legs wide for this attention. While I was sitting there getting the sucking of my life, I saw a blanket on the floor down a side aisle. I pulled my dick from her mouth, stepped out of my jeans and pulled her towards the blanket.
Laying down, she tried to get back to business on my cock but I stopped her and turned her around. She understood my desire as she laid on top of me with her pussy in my face and proceeded to continue her work on my dick. I spread her legs farther apart and breathed in her luscious scent. Her pussy was already dripping and I began to lick her juice from around her lips. I reached up and with my fingers, spread her sweet pussy lips apart and started licking her pussy. My tongue probed her tunnel as I made it dance in and out. I felt her squirming with passion. I began to use my tongue to massage her clit. She began to move her hips in motion with my tongue. I could feel the surge in my balls growing and I didn\'t want it to end like this.
I rolled to my side causing her to lose contact with my cock. She looked at me with pure want in her eyes as I turned to face her and laid her on her back. I had to feel the depth of her pussy and I was about to begin the exploration. She spread herself wide and I leaned into her. The head of my dick pushed on her pussy and with ever so slight pressure I felt her heat. Her pussy felt so warm and tight I almost exploded then but I withdrew and bent forward to kiss her nipples which were erect and longing for attention. Feeling my urge suppressed somewhat, I entered her again and drove my dick as deep as I could. She squealed with delight as her pussy was engorged with my meat. She was panting rapidly and I was mesmerized by her tits heaving it time with her increased pulse. I started pumping slowly driving my cock as deep as I could with each stroke.
\Oh God, I feel like I am going to explode!\ she squealed.
I reached down with my hand and massaged her clit while driving my meat into her cunt. She was writhing with ecstasy.
\Oh God.Yesssssssss, Fuck me.Fuck me.\ she screamed.
\Baby, I love that tight pussy!\ I retorted.
\Pump it Baby, Yes.Yes.Yessssssss.\ came sounds from deep within her.
At that moment she convulsed into orgasm as her entire body shook with pleasure. I felt her pussy flood with juices and only prompted me to pump harder and deeper. I lifted her legs to get even deeper still.
\YES!\\ she screamed as her eyes rolled backwards and she pulsated with involuntary spasms. I pumped one last time and absolutely exploded in her. My cock jumped at the release of my cum. She relaxed her body and I shook as I continued to fill her pussy. After finally running dry, I collapsed beside her.
We laid on the blanket for about fifteen minutes before she got up. She gathered her clothes and said she had to clean up in case she had another customer. She came back fully dressed and directed me to the restroom where I could clean up as well. After getting dressed, I entered the store and found her at the counter back at work. She looked at me and smiled. Returning the smile, I drew her close and kissed her passionately. After the kiss, she said my beers had gotten warm and I could replace them with cold ones if I wanted. Doing so, I looked into her satisfied eyes and smiled.
\I hope you found what you were looking for at my little convenience store.\ she said as she slyly smiled.
\I sure did.\ I responded as I headed for the door with my beers.
\Well, thank you and please, do come again!\ she responded.
\I\'ll consider that an open invitation\ I said as I walked out into the heat again.
My thirst was getting the better of me and I had to get something down my dry throat. I yanked the truck into the lot and coasted to a stop. Waiting for the dust to settle, I checked myself in the mirror. Not being able to tell where my tan stopped and the dust started, I wiped my face clean with a rag and straightened my dark hair. Stepping out of the truck I felt the heat again. Rising from the ground and beating down from the sun, I hurried into the store at least for the shade and a cold one.
As the door squeaked open, I squinted to help my eyes adjust to the darker surroundings. Looking around, I saw nobody attending the place so I headed for the cooler. I stood there for a minute to let the air conditioning give me a short arctic blast before reaching for my favorite brew. Grabbing a couple of bottles, I heard a voice come from the stockroom off in the far end of the store. It was a friendly female voice and I acknowledged the \Hello\ with a grunt and went to the counter.
Standing at the counter, I saw a female carrying boxes from the stockroom towards the counter. Having made this trip countless times, she didn\'t need to see where she was going, her feet instinctively knowing the path. I could not see a face or body because of the boxes but I did see some legs. They were apparently coming from beneath a dress that was short enough to be hidden by the boxes. The legs were beautifully tanned and strode with confidence. Coming to the counter, she passed by me so she could get behind it. As she passed, she looked at me with a friendly smile and said \Hello\ again.
Her brown eyes danced with life as she spoke and I smiled back at her, glad that I had cleaned myself up some before coming into this place. When she was behind the counter, she turned with her back to me and bent over to put the boxes down. As she bent over, her dress rode up and I could almost see her ass. I could picture it in my mind though and I knew I would love to get my hands on it. She turned around to speak and I darted my eyes away quickly hoping she would not see me staring at her. It appeared that she blushed ever so slightly as she began to ring me up.
\Is that all? she asked.
\That\'s all I can afford right now, Beth\ I said as I noticed her name tag while catching a look at her breasts.
\That\'s 2.24. Are you from around here?\ she inquired.
\No, I\'m framing a house a couple of miles up the road and I\'m staying with some friends in Clarksville until I\'m through.\ I responded while handing over 3.00. \How about you?\
\Clarksville? That\'s 42 miles from here. I bet you get tired driving that every day.\ She replied as her hand touched mine while taking the money from me. \Me? I was born and raised here. My folks live in that house in the field behind this place.\
\It\'s awfully quiet around here.\ I said as I intentionally touched her hand again while getting my change. \ What is there to do for fun around here?\
\All we do is work, eat and sleep. At least that\'s what it seems like. Most folks around here are farmers, you know, early to bed, early to rise.\ she explained as she began to clean around the counter.
\Well, mind if I hang out here for a little bit and enjoy the air conditioning?\ I asked.
\No, I don\'t mind. I could use a little company anyway.\ she replied as she looked at my sweat soaked shirt. With that, she turned and started towards the boxes she had put on the floor.
\Let me help you at least. I\'m not a freeloader, I\'ll work for my stay no matter how short or long it is.\ I said as I moved around the counter.
\O.K. Take this box over by the canned goods for me.\ Beth said as she bent forward to pick up the top box.
When she bent forward, I caught a view of her breasts. They were round and had filled her bra up with some coming over the top. She looked up when she had the box but I didn\'t look away this time. Keeping my focus on her breasts, I reached out to grab the box. Taking the box to its location, I heard Beth call out, \There\'s more where that came from.\
\That\'s O.K., I can handle it.\ I responded jokingly.
\I bet you can.\ she said under her breath and I smiled as I returned to the counter.
\Here\'s another one. Take this to the bread section.\ she said as she bent further forward to pick up the next box.
She had unbuttoned her top another button while I had gone with the first box and this time when she bent forward, I could see all the way past her breasts to the top of her panties.
\This is a good one.\ I stated as I turned from her smiling. When I set his box down, I noticed that I was no longer tired. In a matter of a few minutes, this young woman had, through her enthusiasm and enjoyment of life, had given me some enthusiasm and life.
Returning to the counter, she had turned around and had her back to me. \ What now?\ I asked.
Bending all the way over again so she could get the last box, I could get a close up view of that ass that I had admired earlier. I moved my hand within an inch of it as if to grab it when she stood up.
\That\'s the last one of this bunch. This goes over there.\ She said as she turned with the box and nodded with her head towards the fruit area.
\Your wish is my command.\ I jokingly said as I went to the fruits.
Over my back I heard her say that she was going back to the stockroom to get some more boxes. I went back to the counter and took a couple swallows from the beer. I felt somewhat revitalized and could feel energy returning to me. I felt energy returning to my groin also as I reached into my jeans to adjust my slowly growing tool.
\Can you help me in here?\ I heard her call.
\Coming\ I replied and wished.
When I entered the stockroom, I couldn\'t see her. There was a stack of boxes jutting out forming a wall that I had to go around in order to enter completely into the room. After walking around that wall of boxes, I saw her. She was bent over looking into the box on the floor. Her ass was sticking out proudly as if daring me, taunting me. I quietly walked up behind her and reached my hands under her dangling dress and lifted it slightly. I looked at the loveliest ass I had seen in quite some time. It was round, tight and covered with the laciest pink panties I can remember. I was too far gone now to go back. I lifted her dress and laid it on her back and placed my hot hands on her ass. I felt of her cheeks and moved my hands up her sides a little bit. She quivered in my grip and I held her by her hips and ground my enlarged tool into that ass. She returned my advance by backing up forcing my cock into her ass some more. She moved her ass back and forth while making a groaning sound.
I placed my hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a standing position. I turned her around and her brown eyes looked like they were on fire. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans and started pulling. I finished the job of unbuttoning her dress. She released my cock and let her dress fall to the ground. Her beauty entranced me. Her hands reached behind her back and released the hasp on her bra. Her tits jumped for freedom and I reached for them to hold in my hands. I cupped them in my hands as I felt her hands return to my jeans. Within a moment she had released my hot muscle from its bindings.
She stepped back to look at me and I saw the lust engulf her face as she saw my throbbing cock. She stepped forward and dropped to her knees in one motion. Her mouth engulfed my dick as she began to move her head back and forth while her hands toyed with my dangling balls. I stepped back, sat on a box and spread my legs wide for this attention. While I was sitting there getting the sucking of my life, I saw a blanket on the floor down a side aisle. I pulled my dick from her mouth, stepped out of my jeans and pulled her towards the blanket.
Laying down, she tried to get back to business on my cock but I stopped her and turned her around. She understood my desire as she laid on top of me with her pussy in my face and proceeded to continue her work on my dick. I spread her legs farther apart and breathed in her luscious scent. Her pussy was already dripping and I began to lick her juice from around her lips. I reached up and with my fingers, spread her sweet pussy lips apart and started licking her pussy. My tongue probed her tunnel as I made it dance in and out. I felt her squirming with passion. I began to use my tongue to massage her clit. She began to move her hips in motion with my tongue. I could feel the surge in my balls growing and I didn\'t want it to end like this.
I rolled to my side causing her to lose contact with my cock. She looked at me with pure want in her eyes as I turned to face her and laid her on her back. I had to feel the depth of her pussy and I was about to begin the exploration. She spread herself wide and I leaned into her. The head of my dick pushed on her pussy and with ever so slight pressure I felt her heat. Her pussy felt so warm and tight I almost exploded then but I withdrew and bent forward to kiss her nipples which were erect and longing for attention. Feeling my urge suppressed somewhat, I entered her again and drove my dick as deep as I could. She squealed with delight as her pussy was engorged with my meat. She was panting rapidly and I was mesmerized by her tits heaving it time with her increased pulse. I started pumping slowly driving my cock as deep as I could with each stroke.
\Oh God, I feel like I am going to explode!\ she squealed.
I reached down with my hand and massaged her clit while driving my meat into her cunt. She was writhing with ecstasy.
\Oh God.Yesssssssss, Fuck me.Fuck me.\ she screamed.
\Baby, I love that tight pussy!\ I retorted.
\Pump it Baby, Yes.Yes.Yessssssss.\ came sounds from deep within her.
At that moment she convulsed into orgasm as her entire body shook with pleasure. I felt her pussy flood with juices and only prompted me to pump harder and deeper. I lifted her legs to get even deeper still.
\YES!\\ she screamed as her eyes rolled backwards and she pulsated with involuntary spasms. I pumped one last time and absolutely exploded in her. My cock jumped at the release of my cum. She relaxed her body and I shook as I continued to fill her pussy. After finally running dry, I collapsed beside her.
We laid on the blanket for about fifteen minutes before she got up. She gathered her clothes and said she had to clean up in case she had another customer. She came back fully dressed and directed me to the restroom where I could clean up as well. After getting dressed, I entered the store and found her at the counter back at work. She looked at me and smiled. Returning the smile, I drew her close and kissed her passionately. After the kiss, she said my beers had gotten warm and I could replace them with cold ones if I wanted. Doing so, I looked into her satisfied eyes and smiled.
\I hope you found what you were looking for at my little convenience store.\ she said as she slyly smiled.
\I sure did.\ I responded as I headed for the door with my beers.
\Well, thank you and please, do come again!\ she responded.
\I\'ll consider that an open invitation\ I said as I walked out into the heat again.
House call
I was still in a delighted daze after my first experience with Julie. I looked forward eagerly to our next meeting, specially when she responded favorably to my request that she wear stockings and garters for me in the future.
Before I could call her, Julie called me. She said that her mother Mrs. Smith, who was my patient was feeling unwell and so could not keep her office appointment. Would it be possible for me to stop by the house. Of course I readily agreed to this not only because I liked Mrs. Smith, but also because it would give me an opportunity however brief to see Julie.
That afternoon was free so off I went, carrying my little black bag. Mrs Smith and Julie lived in a pleasant home about an hour from my office. On my arrival Julie greeted me warmly, and once inside the door she kissed me hungrily, and pressed her body up against me. My Cock hardened immediately. Reluctantly I tore myself away and asked about my patient. Shes upstairs in bed said Julie, and pointed out the way. I went up to a bedroom where I found Mrs. Smith lying in bed. She greeted me warmly, but did not appear to be very ill or even indisposed. I asked her what her problem was, and she pointed to her stomach. I told Mrs. Smith that I would examine her, but would like to have Julie in the room while I examined her. I called to Julie who answered that she would be right up, but that I might start in the meantime.
I pulled back the bed sheet and to my astonishment saw that Mrs. Smith was clothed only in a lacy black garter belt whose straps framed her upper thighs and vagina. The latter was covered by grayish brown curls. The garter belt supported dark gray, fully fashioned nylons worn on long, still shapely legs. I hear that you have a liking for Garters and Stockings, Mrs. Smith said and smiled. Before I could answer she reached up to my trousers and began fondling my rapidly hardening and enlarging Cock. I was almost paralyzed and speechless. She expertly unzipped my pants as she sat up in bed. Then she gently freed my bursting Cock from my shorts and before I could say a word took it into her mouth. Within seconds she was giving me a blow job whose expertise even exceeded that of the blow job given me the day before by her daughter Julie. Her warm tongue caressed the tip of my Cock and found its opening, with which she toyed. Then her mouth engulfed my Cock in its entirety, all the while she was playing her tongue up, down, and around it providing me with indescribably pleasurable sensations. I could not, and really didn\'t want to delay the inevitable explosion. I very soon felt the familiar sensation of warmth and tingling in my Balls and Cock that indicated I was about to come. I warned her that I was about to come
She looked up with the same expression that had been on Julie\'s face the day before as we got out of the Hot-tub. \That\'s OK,\ she said. Thats exactly what the Doctor ordered to make me feel better. Whereupon I came in explosive waves that seemed never to stop. Mrs. Smith swallowed everything, and afterwards licked my Cock clean with apparent gusto.
Could I have a treatment too? I heard Julies voice. Unnoticed by me she apparently had been standing at the door to the bedroom watching everything. Of course I agreed, and together she and Mrs. Smith rapidly undressed me, and made room for me on the bed.
Mrs. Smith began to kiss my breasts and to play with my Cock, that once again stood to attention. Thats not fair Mom said Julie. Its my turn now. She too had stripped down to her own Garter belt and Nylons. The former framed her golden-brown haired vagina and the latter her trim, long legs and thighs. This of course further inflamed my desire and of course my erection.
I looked at both women. Mrs. Smith was an older version of Julie. They had very similar features, complexions, and hair coloring, although her mothers hair was expertly colored with an attractive gray tint. Even their bodies were similar, except that Mrs. Smith had some abdominal wrinkles, and her breasts were larger, and nipples more prominent but not as firm as were Julies.
As Julie kissed her Mother\'s mouth she licked some of my cum that remained on her lips and tongue. They embraced warmly and Julie kissed her way down her Mother\'s body. She reached her mother\'s breasts and fondled and sucked them until the nipples became prominent and hard. When she reached her mother\'s groin Mrs. Smith spread her legs and Julie enthusiastically began to lick the Vaginal lips. Her tongue soon found her mother\'s Clitoris. Mrs. Smith began to breathe hard and writhed and moaned with obvious pleasure. She clutched Julies head close to her Vagina with with one hand, while she stroked my Cock with the other.
I could not be a spectator any longer so I moved to the head of the bed. There, I knelt on my knees over Mrs. Smiths head and slowly inserted my bursting and rock hard Cock into Julies Vagina. It plunged into the warm, moist, clinging cavity with hardly any resistance .Julie moved in unison with me. She met every twist, thrust and turn with a corresponding one of her own. In the meantime her mothers mouth lay directly under my balls. Every time I withdrew my Cock from Julie\'s Vagina and reinserted it, Mrs. Smith kissed and licked it. Occasionally she kissed, licked and nibbled at my balls. Soon the three of us were all moving like a well synchronized, well oiled machine, and we all were racing to the same conclusion. That came in a very short time. Mrs. Smith writhed and cried out as she began to come. At the same time I felt the muscles of Julies vagina squeezing my Cock as she came which of course stimulated my own release. I come again and again in profuse amounts. Our passions gradually subsided and we lay exhausted, and dripping with sweat on the bed. The only motion came from Mrs. Smith who lapped up the Cum that leaked from Julies Vagina.
For the next several minutes we lay entwined together as a jumble of arms and legs, and kissed and fondled each other.
Arent we lucky said Mrs. Smith. Weve found a doctor who still makes house calls.
Before I could call her, Julie called me. She said that her mother Mrs. Smith, who was my patient was feeling unwell and so could not keep her office appointment. Would it be possible for me to stop by the house. Of course I readily agreed to this not only because I liked Mrs. Smith, but also because it would give me an opportunity however brief to see Julie.
That afternoon was free so off I went, carrying my little black bag. Mrs Smith and Julie lived in a pleasant home about an hour from my office. On my arrival Julie greeted me warmly, and once inside the door she kissed me hungrily, and pressed her body up against me. My Cock hardened immediately. Reluctantly I tore myself away and asked about my patient. Shes upstairs in bed said Julie, and pointed out the way. I went up to a bedroom where I found Mrs. Smith lying in bed. She greeted me warmly, but did not appear to be very ill or even indisposed. I asked her what her problem was, and she pointed to her stomach. I told Mrs. Smith that I would examine her, but would like to have Julie in the room while I examined her. I called to Julie who answered that she would be right up, but that I might start in the meantime.
I pulled back the bed sheet and to my astonishment saw that Mrs. Smith was clothed only in a lacy black garter belt whose straps framed her upper thighs and vagina. The latter was covered by grayish brown curls. The garter belt supported dark gray, fully fashioned nylons worn on long, still shapely legs. I hear that you have a liking for Garters and Stockings, Mrs. Smith said and smiled. Before I could answer she reached up to my trousers and began fondling my rapidly hardening and enlarging Cock. I was almost paralyzed and speechless. She expertly unzipped my pants as she sat up in bed. Then she gently freed my bursting Cock from my shorts and before I could say a word took it into her mouth. Within seconds she was giving me a blow job whose expertise even exceeded that of the blow job given me the day before by her daughter Julie. Her warm tongue caressed the tip of my Cock and found its opening, with which she toyed. Then her mouth engulfed my Cock in its entirety, all the while she was playing her tongue up, down, and around it providing me with indescribably pleasurable sensations. I could not, and really didn\'t want to delay the inevitable explosion. I very soon felt the familiar sensation of warmth and tingling in my Balls and Cock that indicated I was about to come. I warned her that I was about to come
She looked up with the same expression that had been on Julie\'s face the day before as we got out of the Hot-tub. \That\'s OK,\ she said. Thats exactly what the Doctor ordered to make me feel better. Whereupon I came in explosive waves that seemed never to stop. Mrs. Smith swallowed everything, and afterwards licked my Cock clean with apparent gusto.
Could I have a treatment too? I heard Julies voice. Unnoticed by me she apparently had been standing at the door to the bedroom watching everything. Of course I agreed, and together she and Mrs. Smith rapidly undressed me, and made room for me on the bed.
Mrs. Smith began to kiss my breasts and to play with my Cock, that once again stood to attention. Thats not fair Mom said Julie. Its my turn now. She too had stripped down to her own Garter belt and Nylons. The former framed her golden-brown haired vagina and the latter her trim, long legs and thighs. This of course further inflamed my desire and of course my erection.
I looked at both women. Mrs. Smith was an older version of Julie. They had very similar features, complexions, and hair coloring, although her mothers hair was expertly colored with an attractive gray tint. Even their bodies were similar, except that Mrs. Smith had some abdominal wrinkles, and her breasts were larger, and nipples more prominent but not as firm as were Julies.
As Julie kissed her Mother\'s mouth she licked some of my cum that remained on her lips and tongue. They embraced warmly and Julie kissed her way down her Mother\'s body. She reached her mother\'s breasts and fondled and sucked them until the nipples became prominent and hard. When she reached her mother\'s groin Mrs. Smith spread her legs and Julie enthusiastically began to lick the Vaginal lips. Her tongue soon found her mother\'s Clitoris. Mrs. Smith began to breathe hard and writhed and moaned with obvious pleasure. She clutched Julies head close to her Vagina with with one hand, while she stroked my Cock with the other.
I could not be a spectator any longer so I moved to the head of the bed. There, I knelt on my knees over Mrs. Smiths head and slowly inserted my bursting and rock hard Cock into Julies Vagina. It plunged into the warm, moist, clinging cavity with hardly any resistance .Julie moved in unison with me. She met every twist, thrust and turn with a corresponding one of her own. In the meantime her mothers mouth lay directly under my balls. Every time I withdrew my Cock from Julie\'s Vagina and reinserted it, Mrs. Smith kissed and licked it. Occasionally she kissed, licked and nibbled at my balls. Soon the three of us were all moving like a well synchronized, well oiled machine, and we all were racing to the same conclusion. That came in a very short time. Mrs. Smith writhed and cried out as she began to come. At the same time I felt the muscles of Julies vagina squeezing my Cock as she came which of course stimulated my own release. I come again and again in profuse amounts. Our passions gradually subsided and we lay exhausted, and dripping with sweat on the bed. The only motion came from Mrs. Smith who lapped up the Cum that leaked from Julies Vagina.
For the next several minutes we lay entwined together as a jumble of arms and legs, and kissed and fondled each other.
Arent we lucky said Mrs. Smith. Weve found a doctor who still makes house calls.
A weekend at
\Dammit, \ she said to herself with impatience as she paced along the train platform, thinking again to herself that those who thought New York trains being late was a cliche, didn\'t know New York.
The station manager had made some sort of announcement about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but Rachael really hadn\'t paid it too much attention. All she knew that the longer it took Candice to arrive, the less time they would have to spend together over the weekend. Running her fingers through her short graying blonde hair, the 62 year old newspaper publisher looked down the long empty length of track for the fourteenth time. A quick glance at her watch told her that the train was now 40 minutes late. The importance Rachael attached to her daughter\'s visit was reflected in her mode of dress. Normally, Rachael spent her days in casual shorts and light blouses in the summer and sweat suits in the colder months. If she really had to, she would wear a business jacket and slacks for a meeting. She had long ago stopped caring how she looked to other people. Friends who passed her on the train platform were surprised to see her in a rather attractive blue dress, a garment that greatly illustrated her still considerable charms. Most people were surprised when Rachael mentioned her age because she looked at least a decade younger. Standing 5\'8\, her weight had fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her adult life. Spread rather evenly over her frame, most of the weight seemed centered in her large 38DD bust. She was still a formidable enough presence to turn the heads of men thirty years her junior. \Station manager says the train just left Bluefield,\ said a young man who walked up behind Rachael. \Should be here in another 10 minutes.\\Thank you,\ Rachael said to the teenager as she again looked down the track. \But I\'ll believe that when I se it pulling in.\ Sure enough, it was closer to twenty minutes before the silver and white train pulled into the station. Starting at the front of the train, Rachael worked her way through the crowd looking for Candice. The train had been packed, the earlier two scheduled runs having been canceled. After a fruitless effort that resulted in getting no further back that the second car, Rachael decided to just wait by the ticket office and let her daughter find her instead. The crowds quickly dissipated and it wasn\'t long before the blue clad woman heard a familiar voice calling out to her. \Mother.over here!\ the voice shouted. Through a small group of commuters, Rachael could see a red figure waving her hand to get her attention. A broad smile on her face, she briskly walked over to her, unwilling to simply stand and wait. Before Candice could say a word, her mother had embraced her in a bear hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. While it was in reality only about five weeks since they\'d seen each other, it had felt like months to Rachael. \Let me look at you.\ Rachael said as she broke the hug and stepped back. Candice was wearing a rather expensive red business jacket with matching skirt. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a weave and she wore only a hint of makeup, just matching lipstick and a hint of powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the image she projected was everything. Yet then again, Candice was just starting out in the world of business. It was hard enough getting some men to take you seriously without having them look at you without seeing just a potential bedmate. Their third child, Candice had been born rather late in Rachael\'s life. The news that she was pregnant again at 40 had sent a shock wave through her life. Since she and her husband owned and operated their own business, it wasn\'t that hard to make the transition to working mother. Yet by the time Candice turned six and started school, their small office supply company had grown so successful that she decided to give it up and concentrate full time on being a mother. Today, 22 years later, the firm was three times the size it\'d been at the time of Candice\'s birth. Although she was still a full partner in the family business, Rachael had decided against going back when Candice had left home for college. Instead, she\'d bought into a small local paper and eventually became it\'s co-publisher. It was something she could call her very own. \Is Daddy with you?\ Candice asked as she looked around into the crowd. \I\'m afraid that he\'s not home this weekend.\ the older woman said, her voice just a little reluctant. \He flew up to Boston yesterday to make a presentation to some new clients about out new software line. He thinks it\'ll bring a lot of new business to the company.\ \I kind of expected he\'d come up with some kind of excuse not to be here.\ Candice said, her tone revealing that she didn\'t believe a word of her mother\'s excuse. \He usually does when I come home.\ Rachael wanted to say something to refute her accusation against her father, but the words wouldn\'t come. The reason being that what she said was true. The only time father and daughter had seen each other over the last two years had been at large family functions. He hadn\'t even attended her graduation. \Your father does love you, dear.\ Rachael said. \He just has a hard time accepting things as they are.\ \Well he\'s going to have to accept it eventually.\ Candice said. \No one\'s going to say a magic word and change me into what he expected me to be.\ Rachael\'s smile hid the fact that she too originally had a hard time accepting her daughter\'s lifestyle. She still remembered the day, back in her junior year of college, when her precious baby girl had announced to friends and family that she was a lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly came to grips with the idea, realizing that however and with whoever she lived her life, she was still her daughter. And no matter what, she loved her and only wanted her to be happy. \It\'s getting late.\ Rachael said, changing the subject. \I originally thought we\'d go out to dinner, but with all the delays, maybe we should just head home.\ \That\'d be fine with me, I am a little tired.\ Candice said as she turned and looked over her shoulder. \Er.mom, there\'s something I neglected to mention to you when we talked last night.\ With that, a tall black woman stepped up to Candice. The look of recognition on her face told Rachael that they knew each other. \I finally found my beeper.\ The woman said. \It fell through the seats.\ \Mom, this is Cathy. She\'s a friend of mine, I invited her up for the weekend. I hope you don\'t mind.\ Rachael looked at the brown skinned woman. She was at least ten years older than her daughter with short curly black hair. A little taller than both Candice and herself, she had a lean, lithe form. Soft red lips framed a flawless smile. Small compact breasts pressed against a yellow blouse and long smooth legs stretched out from beneath blue shorts. \Why of course not,\ Rachael said, hiding her disappointment that they wouldn\'t be spending the weekend alone. \Your friends are always welcome.\ \Great!\ the blonde woman beamed. \I told Cathy it would be OK. I promise her a chance to get out of the city to unwind.\ Cathy reached up and removed a pair of dark sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They quickly eclipsed her engaging smile as her most striking feature. During the drive back to her house, Rachael learned a little more about her house guest. Cathy had lived in Manhattan most of her life and was a successful attorney. Candice had met her a few months back and had developed a friendship while shopping for a birthday present for Rachael. At the time, Rachael had been surprised by the gift. Candice really had no interest in art and such, yet the painting had been an excellent choice. The woman was friendly and quite intelligent. By the time they pulled into the driveway, she found herself liking Cathy.
\Welcome home Candice.\ said the brown haired man who greeted the trio as they exited the car. \Thank you, Jacob.\ Candice said, returning his smile. \It\'s good to be home.\ Jacob Young was 20 years old and a student at the local college. In return for room, board and a small salary, he served as a sort of jack of all trades around the house. If it was broken, he fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it. In the three years he had been living there, he had become almost a member of the family. \Jake, this is my friend, Cathy.\ Candice said as she turned her attention to the caramel skinned woman behind her. \She\'ll be staying for the weekend.\ \Nice to meet you.\ Jacob said cheerfully as he took a good look at her. \I\'ll get the bags.\ he added as he headed for the truck. \Thanks,\ Rachael said. \I made up Candice\'s room this morning and we\'ll put Cathy in .\ Rachael paused for a moment. Not for the first time in the last hour she considered the idea that Cathy and Candice might be more than just friends. Did her daughter expect them to share a room? \Put Cathy in the guest room.\ Candice interjected, much to Rachael\'s relief. \You\'ll love it\ she said to her friend. \It has the most beautiful view of the garden.\ \I\'m sure it\'s beautiful.\ Cathy replied. The suggestion surprised Rachael. The guest bedroom was on the other side of the house from Candice\'s room. She guessed that answered her question of just how much of close friends the two women were. \Well you two get settled in and I\'ll see about getting us some dinner.\ Rachael said as she headed into the house.
Dinner was simple was enjoyable. Afterwards, the three women sat around the kitchen table and chatted. \Its nice to hear that you\'re doing so well at the firm.\ Rachael said as she sipped her tea. \And I\'m sure your father will be happy to know that all that money he spent for Rebecca Johnson didn\'t go to waste.\ Candice\'s ever-present smile faded for a moment at the mention of her father and his constant reminders of how much her education had cost. Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly she changed the subject. \Speaking of college, you and Cathy have something in common.\ she said. \What would that be?\ Rachael asked as she turned and looked at\'. \Cathy\'s a Theta Phi too.\ her daughter beamed. \Really?\ \Class of 84.\ Cathy offered. \Class of 54.\ Rachael chimed in. \I guess that makes me the baby of the bunch.\ Candice laughed. Class of 94.\ All three women laughed.
\Class of 54,\ Cathy repeated. \That means you were a pledge in 1950.\ \Why yes,\ Rachael said a little hesitantly. \Why do you ask?\ \You were there during the big scandal at Delta Theta Phi.\ Cathy said excitedly. \I can\'t believe it, I never thought I\'d get to hear what really happened from someone that was really there. Someone who really knew Marie Hallenbeck.\\What scandal?\ Candice asked, her questioning tone making it evident that she had no idea what her friend was talking about. \Who was Marie Hallenbeck?\ \None of the sisters ever told you?\ Cathy asked. \I can\'t believe it. It\'s part of the legend of Delta Theta Phi.\ \Well lets hear it now.\ Candice gushed. Cathy looked to Rachael for a moment, then took her silence for assent. \Well Marie Hallenbeck, first of all, was Class of 50. She was also President of the Sisterhood, or Queen might have been a better term.\ \Queen?\ \Yes, from what I understand, she ran the sorority like her own personal kingdom. Including having ladies in waiting.\ \So what was the big deal?\ \' interrupted. \I\'m getting to that.\ Cathy continued. \What set Theta Phi apart from all the other houses on campus was that almost every sister was expected to be available to Marie for sex whenever she wanted. In fact, you couldn\'t become a sister unless you slept with her first.\ \You\'re kidding!\ Candice said. \It\'s true.\ replied Cathy. \In fact, it got so that all the pledges had to spend their first years as wives to the senior class. Not to mention the monthly orgies.\ \That\'s incredible.\ the youngest woman called out. \What happened, how did anyone find out.\ \In the pledge class of 50 there was a girl named Jane Thompson. Evidently, she found the idea of lesbian sex sick to say the least. She wasn\'t the first pledge to back out of the sorority when they found out what they were into, but Jane believed that she had a moral obligation to stop what she believed were vile and disgusting acts. She went right to the Board of Regents and the night of their next all-girl party they were raided.\\What happened then?\ Candice asked, now totally absorbed in the story. \Marie was expelled on the spot, so where a good many of the other girls. Then the Board tried to hush the whole thing up. They spread the story that the girls were expelled because of their involvement in a cheating scandal. That was 1950 remember, lesbian was still a dirty word. The school had their image to worry about. How many of those upper class families that sent their precious daughters to Rebecca Johnson would still do so if they thought they would be exposed to such ideas.\ \That\'s an incredible story.\ Candice said, taking it all in. Then a look of disbelief filled her face when she realized that her mother was actually there - and a member of that pledge class.She turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, Rachael cut her off. \Before you let your imagination get out of control, let me say something.\ Rachael began. \Even though I was a freshman in 1950, I didn\'t pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So I\'m afraid all of that happened before I was even a sister.: \I didn\'t think they pledged during the second term.\ Cathy asked a little suspiciously. \Normally they didn\'t,\ Rachael replied. \but with all the girls expelled, they needed new members to keep their charter.\ \That makes sense.\ Cathy replied. \I hope I didn\'t offend you.\ \Not at all,\ Rachael said. \In fact, that\'s the first time I actually heard the story. I was there at the school at the time and until now believed the cheating story.\ \It\'s still an incredible story.\ Candice repeated. \but I\'ve been up since 4:30 and I think I\'m going to turn in.\ \That sounds like a good idea.\ Cathy agreed. \You too go ahead, I\'ve a little work to finish before I call it a night.\
A little work turned out to be a major understatement and it was well after midnight by the time Rachael started up the stairs to bed. It had been a very long day but a happy one never the less. Any time Candice came to visit, all her worries seemed to disappear. It brought back memories of a far simpler time. Passing Cathy\'s room, Rachael was careful not to make any noise as not to wake their guest. Hopefully, Jacob had removed all of her husband\'s clothes from the room before settling Cathy in. The fact that she and her husband slept in separate rooms wasn\'t something she really wanted to advertise - not even to her own daughter. Truth be told, it had been many years since they had slept together as man and wife. Most nights, Steven slept elsewhere. Elsewhere currently being the apartment of his 29 year old girlfriend. The only reason they hadn\'t divorced was that Steven kept saying it would be bad for the companies image. One of these days she might find a reason to push for the divorce, but for now she was content to let things sat as they were. Stopping again at the door to Candice\'s room, Rachael decided to check in on her daughter. It was a silly thing really, after all Candice wasn\'t six years old anymore. But it did make her feel better. Silently she turned the doorknob and eased the door open. Rachael took a small step inward before stopping in her tracks. Instead of the serene image she expected, she found instead one out of her most erotic dreams. It had been many years since the last time Rachael had seen her daughter naked so it was a shock to see how much her body had developed. The small breasts that she had last seen the day she\'d first taken Candice shopping for her first training bra had blossomed into a magnificent set of 34C\'s. The rest of her young body was just as impressive, showing that she had viewed the development of her body as seriously as that of her mind. It wasn\'t so much the development of her daughter\'s body that caused Rachael to step back as it was it\'s position. Standing against the large backboard of the queen sized bed was Cathy, as naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued woman\'s outstretched legs was Candice, her mouth pressed firmly against her hairy cunt. It was one thing to know that her daughter preferred women sexually, it was quite another to actually see it. Rachael was transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle. It was a long five minutes before the fear of discovery gave the older woman the strength to pull herself away. Closing the door behind her, Rachael let out a long loud sigh. To her surprise, she\'d found the sight of her daughter engaged in lesbian lust to be the most exciting thing she\'d seen in a good long time. Her heart was racing, her breath shallow and most incredible, the mound between her legs was moist. Crawling into the warm comfort of her bed, Rachael knew she would get little sleep that night.
It was a warm summer morning and Rachael decided to have breakfast out by the pool. It wasn\'t long before Candice joined her. She explained that Cathy needed to make a few phone calls to make and would join them as soon as she could. \Did you sleep well, dear?\ Rachael asked. \Like a baby.\ Candice smiled. Their breakfast conversation covered a few topics until finally it turned to Cathy. \Your friend Cathy seems like a really nice person.\ Rachael said. \Have you known her long?\ \Not long really, only a few months.\ Candice answered as she nibbled a piece of toast. \I met her at a fund raising party the alumni association threw. She\'s an attorney, in fact she\'s just made partner at her firm. I was admiring a painting at the hotel where they had the fund raiser and she happened to mention that she\'d seen one just like it at a friend\'s art gallery. I said I\'d love to be able to pick out something like that for your birthday but knew next to nothing about art. Next thing I knew she had offered to help me pick something out.\ \I guessed that much.\ Rachael said. \That painting seemed a little out of your league. But there\'s something I want to ask you, but I\'m not sure how exactly to put it.: \Well straight out always seemed to work for me.\ Candice suggested. \How well I know that.\ came her mother\'s response. \But it\'s still hard for me to just come out and say something.\ \Give it a try mom.\ \I was wondering, I mean I\'d like to ask you just how close you and Cathy actually are?\ Rachael finally blurted out. \You mean are we lovers or anything like that?\ Candice casually replied. \Well yes.\ \Are we lovers, well not really.\ her daughter continued in that same casual tone. \Have we slept together on occasion.yes we have.\ \I don\'t understand.\ Rachael said. \I guess you could just say we\'re close friends who on occasion have sex. There are a number of women who I sleep with. Some I have very strong feelings for. In other cases its just recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in my life I\'m too involved in work to even seriously thing about settling down with anyone.\ \I\'m still not sure I really understand it, but I\'ll settle for the fact that you do seem to be happy.\ replied Rachael. \That\'s all I ask.\ her daughter grinned.
\Excuse me, but there\'s a phone call for Candice.\ said Jacob as he walked up to the small table, portable phone in hand. \Some guy named Rogers, says he\'s your boss.\ \I\'ll just be a minute, Mom.\ the blonde haired girl said as she took the phone and walked a few feet away to take the call in private. While Candice chatted just out of earshot, Rachael found herself staring at Jacob. The little exhibition last night had left her feeling very horny, a sensation she hadn\'t felt in some time. Not even a pleasing masturbation session last night and again this morning had helped to satisfy her urge. Watching the tall well built young man play with his silver rimmed glasses, Rachael was reminded of a night not so long ago. The hockey team that Jacob played on had just won the local championship and the two of them had stood up late into the night celebrating. Jacob, because hockey was one of the most important things in his life, and Rachael because she just needed to have a little fun. After a few bottles of very expensive wine which Rachael had liberated from her husband\'s prized collection, Jacob began to look very good to her. She had been sorely tempted to try and entice him into her bed, a bed her husband had so long ago vacated. Finally common sense had prevailed and she realized that a one night stand wasn\'t worth upsetting the apple cart. Still, if he\'d been just some young man she\'d met. \Good morning.\ Cathy said as she walked up to the table. \I hope I haven\'t kept anyone waiting.\ \No, of course not.\ Rachael said, dismissing her idle fantasy from her mind. \Please have a seat.\ It was hard for Rachael not to sneak looks at Cathy as she ate. The image of her naked form being serviced by her daughter was still too fresh in her mind.
An unhappy look covered Candice\'s face as she returned from her telephone call. Whatever it had been about, it wasn\'t good news. \Trouble honey?\ Rachael asked as she rose from the table. \I\'m afraid so.\ came her reply. \I\'m going to have to cut the weekend short, they need me back in Manhattan right away.\ \That\'s terrible.\ Rachael commented. \I\'ll go and pack.\ Cathy said. \Oh no, there\'s no reason for you to have your weekend ruined too.\ Candice said. \Why don\'t you stay here and enjoy it. I did promise you a few days in the country.\ Cathy waited before answering, her line of sight shifting from Candice to Rachael. \ It\'s OK isn\'t it, Mom?\ Candice asked as she followed Cathy\'s gaze. \ Of course it is.\ Rachael said, unsure what else she could say. \Great.\ Candice said. \Jacob\'s going into town anyway so he\'ll give me a ride to the train. If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30 to Penn Station.\
Rachael was disappointed that her daughter\'s visit was going to be cut short, but she understood all too well how important Candice\'s job was to her. Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged, as well as the promise to get together again as soon as possible.
Once Candice and Jacob had left, Rachael quickly completed some paper work she had brought home for the weekend. She had only brought a small amount home with her, assuming that she was going to need a lot of free time to spend with her daughter. She considered calling the office and having one of the staff run some more out to her, then decided against it. She took so little time off these days, she deserved a little play time. It wasn\'t until late afternoon that she even saw Cathy again. Her houseguest seemed to be as much a workaholic as she was, spending a good part of the day on her cellular phone. True, laying on a lawn chair in the garden was a lot better than being locked up in an airtight office. Well, Rachael thought, I guess you don\'t get to be partner in a prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it easy. After lunch, Rachael decided to spend some time in the pool out back. It was one of her favorite places to relax. Her husband had really gone through the roof the year she had workman construct a removable cover over the pool so it could be heated and used in the winter. Still, half the profits from the company were hers to use as she wished. After all, she had never complained about his numerous excursions around the country - or the various \assistants\ who accompanied him. \That looks inviting.\ Cathy said as she walked up to the edge of the pool where Rachael was just relaxing after finishing her laps. The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had changed into a simple, comfortable white T-shirt and blue shorts. Even in that plain attire, she looked like a model out of town and country. \You\'re welcome to join me.\ Rachael said as she smiled up at the older woman. \There\'s extra suits in the poolhouse, I\'m sure you\'ll be able to find something that\'ll fit you.\ \Oh I never bother with a suit.\ Cathy quipped as she grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her braless breasts bounced free in the air, giving Rachael a close up view of the round orbs she had only seen at a distance the night before. The blue shorts quickly followed, adding her dark curly haired bush to the list of Cathy\'s attractions. Rachael had only a brief instant to recall the image of her daughter\'s tongue buried up within that mound. With a powerful leap into the air, the now nude muscular young woman dived into the deeper end of the pool. She dropped all the way to the bottom before pushing herself back up. She broke the surface with a large splash, before flipping over and traversing the length of the pool with a series of textbook strokes. Executing a flawless flip at the far end of the pool, Cathy recrossed the length of the pool and moved up to where Rachael was just drifting lazily.
\The water feels wonderful.\ Cathy beamed as she pulled herself up alongside Rachael. \If I had one of these, I\'d never be out of shape.\ \You\'re not exactly out of shape.\ Rachael laughed. \Compared to when I was in college I am.\ Cathy replied. \I can never seem to find the time to get to the gym anymore.\ \I imagine you must keep busy.\ Rachael noted. It was at that moment that the younger woman noticed that Rachael was staring at her naked breasts. The droplet covered mounds were only a foot away from her now. \Does this bother you?\ Cathy asked. \My not wearing a suit I mean.\ \No, not at all.\ Rachael answered. \If you feel more comfortable that way, who am I to say no.\ \It really is a lot more comfortable than wearing a confining suit.\ Cathy commented. \You should try it.\ \When I was young, we used to go to a place down in the islands where we\'d go skinny dipping.\ Rachael said as she leisurely splashed her legs in the water. \I remember it as being a lot of fun. Once you got used to all the naked bodies.\ she laughingly added.
The station manager had made some sort of announcement about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but Rachael really hadn\'t paid it too much attention. All she knew that the longer it took Candice to arrive, the less time they would have to spend together over the weekend. Running her fingers through her short graying blonde hair, the 62 year old newspaper publisher looked down the long empty length of track for the fourteenth time. A quick glance at her watch told her that the train was now 40 minutes late. The importance Rachael attached to her daughter\'s visit was reflected in her mode of dress. Normally, Rachael spent her days in casual shorts and light blouses in the summer and sweat suits in the colder months. If she really had to, she would wear a business jacket and slacks for a meeting. She had long ago stopped caring how she looked to other people. Friends who passed her on the train platform were surprised to see her in a rather attractive blue dress, a garment that greatly illustrated her still considerable charms. Most people were surprised when Rachael mentioned her age because she looked at least a decade younger. Standing 5\'8\, her weight had fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her adult life. Spread rather evenly over her frame, most of the weight seemed centered in her large 38DD bust. She was still a formidable enough presence to turn the heads of men thirty years her junior. \Station manager says the train just left Bluefield,\ said a young man who walked up behind Rachael. \Should be here in another 10 minutes.\\Thank you,\ Rachael said to the teenager as she again looked down the track. \But I\'ll believe that when I se it pulling in.\ Sure enough, it was closer to twenty minutes before the silver and white train pulled into the station. Starting at the front of the train, Rachael worked her way through the crowd looking for Candice. The train had been packed, the earlier two scheduled runs having been canceled. After a fruitless effort that resulted in getting no further back that the second car, Rachael decided to just wait by the ticket office and let her daughter find her instead. The crowds quickly dissipated and it wasn\'t long before the blue clad woman heard a familiar voice calling out to her. \Mother.over here!\ the voice shouted. Through a small group of commuters, Rachael could see a red figure waving her hand to get her attention. A broad smile on her face, she briskly walked over to her, unwilling to simply stand and wait. Before Candice could say a word, her mother had embraced her in a bear hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. While it was in reality only about five weeks since they\'d seen each other, it had felt like months to Rachael. \Let me look at you.\ Rachael said as she broke the hug and stepped back. Candice was wearing a rather expensive red business jacket with matching skirt. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a weave and she wore only a hint of makeup, just matching lipstick and a hint of powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the image she projected was everything. Yet then again, Candice was just starting out in the world of business. It was hard enough getting some men to take you seriously without having them look at you without seeing just a potential bedmate. Their third child, Candice had been born rather late in Rachael\'s life. The news that she was pregnant again at 40 had sent a shock wave through her life. Since she and her husband owned and operated their own business, it wasn\'t that hard to make the transition to working mother. Yet by the time Candice turned six and started school, their small office supply company had grown so successful that she decided to give it up and concentrate full time on being a mother. Today, 22 years later, the firm was three times the size it\'d been at the time of Candice\'s birth. Although she was still a full partner in the family business, Rachael had decided against going back when Candice had left home for college. Instead, she\'d bought into a small local paper and eventually became it\'s co-publisher. It was something she could call her very own. \Is Daddy with you?\ Candice asked as she looked around into the crowd. \I\'m afraid that he\'s not home this weekend.\ the older woman said, her voice just a little reluctant. \He flew up to Boston yesterday to make a presentation to some new clients about out new software line. He thinks it\'ll bring a lot of new business to the company.\ \I kind of expected he\'d come up with some kind of excuse not to be here.\ Candice said, her tone revealing that she didn\'t believe a word of her mother\'s excuse. \He usually does when I come home.\ Rachael wanted to say something to refute her accusation against her father, but the words wouldn\'t come. The reason being that what she said was true. The only time father and daughter had seen each other over the last two years had been at large family functions. He hadn\'t even attended her graduation. \Your father does love you, dear.\ Rachael said. \He just has a hard time accepting things as they are.\ \Well he\'s going to have to accept it eventually.\ Candice said. \No one\'s going to say a magic word and change me into what he expected me to be.\ Rachael\'s smile hid the fact that she too originally had a hard time accepting her daughter\'s lifestyle. She still remembered the day, back in her junior year of college, when her precious baby girl had announced to friends and family that she was a lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly came to grips with the idea, realizing that however and with whoever she lived her life, she was still her daughter. And no matter what, she loved her and only wanted her to be happy. \It\'s getting late.\ Rachael said, changing the subject. \I originally thought we\'d go out to dinner, but with all the delays, maybe we should just head home.\ \That\'d be fine with me, I am a little tired.\ Candice said as she turned and looked over her shoulder. \Er.mom, there\'s something I neglected to mention to you when we talked last night.\ With that, a tall black woman stepped up to Candice. The look of recognition on her face told Rachael that they knew each other. \I finally found my beeper.\ The woman said. \It fell through the seats.\ \Mom, this is Cathy. She\'s a friend of mine, I invited her up for the weekend. I hope you don\'t mind.\ Rachael looked at the brown skinned woman. She was at least ten years older than her daughter with short curly black hair. A little taller than both Candice and herself, she had a lean, lithe form. Soft red lips framed a flawless smile. Small compact breasts pressed against a yellow blouse and long smooth legs stretched out from beneath blue shorts. \Why of course not,\ Rachael said, hiding her disappointment that they wouldn\'t be spending the weekend alone. \Your friends are always welcome.\ \Great!\ the blonde woman beamed. \I told Cathy it would be OK. I promise her a chance to get out of the city to unwind.\ Cathy reached up and removed a pair of dark sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They quickly eclipsed her engaging smile as her most striking feature. During the drive back to her house, Rachael learned a little more about her house guest. Cathy had lived in Manhattan most of her life and was a successful attorney. Candice had met her a few months back and had developed a friendship while shopping for a birthday present for Rachael. At the time, Rachael had been surprised by the gift. Candice really had no interest in art and such, yet the painting had been an excellent choice. The woman was friendly and quite intelligent. By the time they pulled into the driveway, she found herself liking Cathy.
\Welcome home Candice.\ said the brown haired man who greeted the trio as they exited the car. \Thank you, Jacob.\ Candice said, returning his smile. \It\'s good to be home.\ Jacob Young was 20 years old and a student at the local college. In return for room, board and a small salary, he served as a sort of jack of all trades around the house. If it was broken, he fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it. In the three years he had been living there, he had become almost a member of the family. \Jake, this is my friend, Cathy.\ Candice said as she turned her attention to the caramel skinned woman behind her. \She\'ll be staying for the weekend.\ \Nice to meet you.\ Jacob said cheerfully as he took a good look at her. \I\'ll get the bags.\ he added as he headed for the truck. \Thanks,\ Rachael said. \I made up Candice\'s room this morning and we\'ll put Cathy in .\ Rachael paused for a moment. Not for the first time in the last hour she considered the idea that Cathy and Candice might be more than just friends. Did her daughter expect them to share a room? \Put Cathy in the guest room.\ Candice interjected, much to Rachael\'s relief. \You\'ll love it\ she said to her friend. \It has the most beautiful view of the garden.\ \I\'m sure it\'s beautiful.\ Cathy replied. The suggestion surprised Rachael. The guest bedroom was on the other side of the house from Candice\'s room. She guessed that answered her question of just how much of close friends the two women were. \Well you two get settled in and I\'ll see about getting us some dinner.\ Rachael said as she headed into the house.
Dinner was simple was enjoyable. Afterwards, the three women sat around the kitchen table and chatted. \Its nice to hear that you\'re doing so well at the firm.\ Rachael said as she sipped her tea. \And I\'m sure your father will be happy to know that all that money he spent for Rebecca Johnson didn\'t go to waste.\ Candice\'s ever-present smile faded for a moment at the mention of her father and his constant reminders of how much her education had cost. Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly she changed the subject. \Speaking of college, you and Cathy have something in common.\ she said. \What would that be?\ Rachael asked as she turned and looked at\'. \Cathy\'s a Theta Phi too.\ her daughter beamed. \Really?\ \Class of 84.\ Cathy offered. \Class of 54.\ Rachael chimed in. \I guess that makes me the baby of the bunch.\ Candice laughed. Class of 94.\ All three women laughed.
\Class of 54,\ Cathy repeated. \That means you were a pledge in 1950.\ \Why yes,\ Rachael said a little hesitantly. \Why do you ask?\ \You were there during the big scandal at Delta Theta Phi.\ Cathy said excitedly. \I can\'t believe it, I never thought I\'d get to hear what really happened from someone that was really there. Someone who really knew Marie Hallenbeck.\\What scandal?\ Candice asked, her questioning tone making it evident that she had no idea what her friend was talking about. \Who was Marie Hallenbeck?\ \None of the sisters ever told you?\ Cathy asked. \I can\'t believe it. It\'s part of the legend of Delta Theta Phi.\ \Well lets hear it now.\ Candice gushed. Cathy looked to Rachael for a moment, then took her silence for assent. \Well Marie Hallenbeck, first of all, was Class of 50. She was also President of the Sisterhood, or Queen might have been a better term.\ \Queen?\ \Yes, from what I understand, she ran the sorority like her own personal kingdom. Including having ladies in waiting.\ \So what was the big deal?\ \' interrupted. \I\'m getting to that.\ Cathy continued. \What set Theta Phi apart from all the other houses on campus was that almost every sister was expected to be available to Marie for sex whenever she wanted. In fact, you couldn\'t become a sister unless you slept with her first.\ \You\'re kidding!\ Candice said. \It\'s true.\ replied Cathy. \In fact, it got so that all the pledges had to spend their first years as wives to the senior class. Not to mention the monthly orgies.\ \That\'s incredible.\ the youngest woman called out. \What happened, how did anyone find out.\ \In the pledge class of 50 there was a girl named Jane Thompson. Evidently, she found the idea of lesbian sex sick to say the least. She wasn\'t the first pledge to back out of the sorority when they found out what they were into, but Jane believed that she had a moral obligation to stop what she believed were vile and disgusting acts. She went right to the Board of Regents and the night of their next all-girl party they were raided.\\What happened then?\ Candice asked, now totally absorbed in the story. \Marie was expelled on the spot, so where a good many of the other girls. Then the Board tried to hush the whole thing up. They spread the story that the girls were expelled because of their involvement in a cheating scandal. That was 1950 remember, lesbian was still a dirty word. The school had their image to worry about. How many of those upper class families that sent their precious daughters to Rebecca Johnson would still do so if they thought they would be exposed to such ideas.\ \That\'s an incredible story.\ Candice said, taking it all in. Then a look of disbelief filled her face when she realized that her mother was actually there - and a member of that pledge class.She turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, Rachael cut her off. \Before you let your imagination get out of control, let me say something.\ Rachael began. \Even though I was a freshman in 1950, I didn\'t pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So I\'m afraid all of that happened before I was even a sister.: \I didn\'t think they pledged during the second term.\ Cathy asked a little suspiciously. \Normally they didn\'t,\ Rachael replied. \but with all the girls expelled, they needed new members to keep their charter.\ \That makes sense.\ Cathy replied. \I hope I didn\'t offend you.\ \Not at all,\ Rachael said. \In fact, that\'s the first time I actually heard the story. I was there at the school at the time and until now believed the cheating story.\ \It\'s still an incredible story.\ Candice repeated. \but I\'ve been up since 4:30 and I think I\'m going to turn in.\ \That sounds like a good idea.\ Cathy agreed. \You too go ahead, I\'ve a little work to finish before I call it a night.\
A little work turned out to be a major understatement and it was well after midnight by the time Rachael started up the stairs to bed. It had been a very long day but a happy one never the less. Any time Candice came to visit, all her worries seemed to disappear. It brought back memories of a far simpler time. Passing Cathy\'s room, Rachael was careful not to make any noise as not to wake their guest. Hopefully, Jacob had removed all of her husband\'s clothes from the room before settling Cathy in. The fact that she and her husband slept in separate rooms wasn\'t something she really wanted to advertise - not even to her own daughter. Truth be told, it had been many years since they had slept together as man and wife. Most nights, Steven slept elsewhere. Elsewhere currently being the apartment of his 29 year old girlfriend. The only reason they hadn\'t divorced was that Steven kept saying it would be bad for the companies image. One of these days she might find a reason to push for the divorce, but for now she was content to let things sat as they were. Stopping again at the door to Candice\'s room, Rachael decided to check in on her daughter. It was a silly thing really, after all Candice wasn\'t six years old anymore. But it did make her feel better. Silently she turned the doorknob and eased the door open. Rachael took a small step inward before stopping in her tracks. Instead of the serene image she expected, she found instead one out of her most erotic dreams. It had been many years since the last time Rachael had seen her daughter naked so it was a shock to see how much her body had developed. The small breasts that she had last seen the day she\'d first taken Candice shopping for her first training bra had blossomed into a magnificent set of 34C\'s. The rest of her young body was just as impressive, showing that she had viewed the development of her body as seriously as that of her mind. It wasn\'t so much the development of her daughter\'s body that caused Rachael to step back as it was it\'s position. Standing against the large backboard of the queen sized bed was Cathy, as naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued woman\'s outstretched legs was Candice, her mouth pressed firmly against her hairy cunt. It was one thing to know that her daughter preferred women sexually, it was quite another to actually see it. Rachael was transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle. It was a long five minutes before the fear of discovery gave the older woman the strength to pull herself away. Closing the door behind her, Rachael let out a long loud sigh. To her surprise, she\'d found the sight of her daughter engaged in lesbian lust to be the most exciting thing she\'d seen in a good long time. Her heart was racing, her breath shallow and most incredible, the mound between her legs was moist. Crawling into the warm comfort of her bed, Rachael knew she would get little sleep that night.
It was a warm summer morning and Rachael decided to have breakfast out by the pool. It wasn\'t long before Candice joined her. She explained that Cathy needed to make a few phone calls to make and would join them as soon as she could. \Did you sleep well, dear?\ Rachael asked. \Like a baby.\ Candice smiled. Their breakfast conversation covered a few topics until finally it turned to Cathy. \Your friend Cathy seems like a really nice person.\ Rachael said. \Have you known her long?\ \Not long really, only a few months.\ Candice answered as she nibbled a piece of toast. \I met her at a fund raising party the alumni association threw. She\'s an attorney, in fact she\'s just made partner at her firm. I was admiring a painting at the hotel where they had the fund raiser and she happened to mention that she\'d seen one just like it at a friend\'s art gallery. I said I\'d love to be able to pick out something like that for your birthday but knew next to nothing about art. Next thing I knew she had offered to help me pick something out.\ \I guessed that much.\ Rachael said. \That painting seemed a little out of your league. But there\'s something I want to ask you, but I\'m not sure how exactly to put it.: \Well straight out always seemed to work for me.\ Candice suggested. \How well I know that.\ came her mother\'s response. \But it\'s still hard for me to just come out and say something.\ \Give it a try mom.\ \I was wondering, I mean I\'d like to ask you just how close you and Cathy actually are?\ Rachael finally blurted out. \You mean are we lovers or anything like that?\ Candice casually replied. \Well yes.\ \Are we lovers, well not really.\ her daughter continued in that same casual tone. \Have we slept together on occasion.yes we have.\ \I don\'t understand.\ Rachael said. \I guess you could just say we\'re close friends who on occasion have sex. There are a number of women who I sleep with. Some I have very strong feelings for. In other cases its just recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in my life I\'m too involved in work to even seriously thing about settling down with anyone.\ \I\'m still not sure I really understand it, but I\'ll settle for the fact that you do seem to be happy.\ replied Rachael. \That\'s all I ask.\ her daughter grinned.
\Excuse me, but there\'s a phone call for Candice.\ said Jacob as he walked up to the small table, portable phone in hand. \Some guy named Rogers, says he\'s your boss.\ \I\'ll just be a minute, Mom.\ the blonde haired girl said as she took the phone and walked a few feet away to take the call in private. While Candice chatted just out of earshot, Rachael found herself staring at Jacob. The little exhibition last night had left her feeling very horny, a sensation she hadn\'t felt in some time. Not even a pleasing masturbation session last night and again this morning had helped to satisfy her urge. Watching the tall well built young man play with his silver rimmed glasses, Rachael was reminded of a night not so long ago. The hockey team that Jacob played on had just won the local championship and the two of them had stood up late into the night celebrating. Jacob, because hockey was one of the most important things in his life, and Rachael because she just needed to have a little fun. After a few bottles of very expensive wine which Rachael had liberated from her husband\'s prized collection, Jacob began to look very good to her. She had been sorely tempted to try and entice him into her bed, a bed her husband had so long ago vacated. Finally common sense had prevailed and she realized that a one night stand wasn\'t worth upsetting the apple cart. Still, if he\'d been just some young man she\'d met. \Good morning.\ Cathy said as she walked up to the table. \I hope I haven\'t kept anyone waiting.\ \No, of course not.\ Rachael said, dismissing her idle fantasy from her mind. \Please have a seat.\ It was hard for Rachael not to sneak looks at Cathy as she ate. The image of her naked form being serviced by her daughter was still too fresh in her mind.
An unhappy look covered Candice\'s face as she returned from her telephone call. Whatever it had been about, it wasn\'t good news. \Trouble honey?\ Rachael asked as she rose from the table. \I\'m afraid so.\ came her reply. \I\'m going to have to cut the weekend short, they need me back in Manhattan right away.\ \That\'s terrible.\ Rachael commented. \I\'ll go and pack.\ Cathy said. \Oh no, there\'s no reason for you to have your weekend ruined too.\ Candice said. \Why don\'t you stay here and enjoy it. I did promise you a few days in the country.\ Cathy waited before answering, her line of sight shifting from Candice to Rachael. \ It\'s OK isn\'t it, Mom?\ Candice asked as she followed Cathy\'s gaze. \ Of course it is.\ Rachael said, unsure what else she could say. \Great.\ Candice said. \Jacob\'s going into town anyway so he\'ll give me a ride to the train. If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30 to Penn Station.\
Rachael was disappointed that her daughter\'s visit was going to be cut short, but she understood all too well how important Candice\'s job was to her. Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged, as well as the promise to get together again as soon as possible.
Once Candice and Jacob had left, Rachael quickly completed some paper work she had brought home for the weekend. She had only brought a small amount home with her, assuming that she was going to need a lot of free time to spend with her daughter. She considered calling the office and having one of the staff run some more out to her, then decided against it. She took so little time off these days, she deserved a little play time. It wasn\'t until late afternoon that she even saw Cathy again. Her houseguest seemed to be as much a workaholic as she was, spending a good part of the day on her cellular phone. True, laying on a lawn chair in the garden was a lot better than being locked up in an airtight office. Well, Rachael thought, I guess you don\'t get to be partner in a prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it easy. After lunch, Rachael decided to spend some time in the pool out back. It was one of her favorite places to relax. Her husband had really gone through the roof the year she had workman construct a removable cover over the pool so it could be heated and used in the winter. Still, half the profits from the company were hers to use as she wished. After all, she had never complained about his numerous excursions around the country - or the various \assistants\ who accompanied him. \That looks inviting.\ Cathy said as she walked up to the edge of the pool where Rachael was just relaxing after finishing her laps. The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had changed into a simple, comfortable white T-shirt and blue shorts. Even in that plain attire, she looked like a model out of town and country. \You\'re welcome to join me.\ Rachael said as she smiled up at the older woman. \There\'s extra suits in the poolhouse, I\'m sure you\'ll be able to find something that\'ll fit you.\ \Oh I never bother with a suit.\ Cathy quipped as she grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her braless breasts bounced free in the air, giving Rachael a close up view of the round orbs she had only seen at a distance the night before. The blue shorts quickly followed, adding her dark curly haired bush to the list of Cathy\'s attractions. Rachael had only a brief instant to recall the image of her daughter\'s tongue buried up within that mound. With a powerful leap into the air, the now nude muscular young woman dived into the deeper end of the pool. She dropped all the way to the bottom before pushing herself back up. She broke the surface with a large splash, before flipping over and traversing the length of the pool with a series of textbook strokes. Executing a flawless flip at the far end of the pool, Cathy recrossed the length of the pool and moved up to where Rachael was just drifting lazily.
\The water feels wonderful.\ Cathy beamed as she pulled herself up alongside Rachael. \If I had one of these, I\'d never be out of shape.\ \You\'re not exactly out of shape.\ Rachael laughed. \Compared to when I was in college I am.\ Cathy replied. \I can never seem to find the time to get to the gym anymore.\ \I imagine you must keep busy.\ Rachael noted. It was at that moment that the younger woman noticed that Rachael was staring at her naked breasts. The droplet covered mounds were only a foot away from her now. \Does this bother you?\ Cathy asked. \My not wearing a suit I mean.\ \No, not at all.\ Rachael answered. \If you feel more comfortable that way, who am I to say no.\ \It really is a lot more comfortable than wearing a confining suit.\ Cathy commented. \You should try it.\ \When I was young, we used to go to a place down in the islands where we\'d go skinny dipping.\ Rachael said as she leisurely splashed her legs in the water. \I remember it as being a lot of fun. Once you got used to all the naked bodies.\ she laughingly added.
Florida Heat
Helen wasn\'t much when it came to being sexually adventurous. We had been married almost ten years and every year our sex life became less and less interesting. After some protracted foreplay, if I were lucky, she\'d begrudgingly consent to let me fuck her in the missionary, so long as I didn\'t take too much time. I got my rocks off but she, more or less, just lay there, showing absolutely no signs of life on her part, much less enjoyment. Afterward, she\'d complain that the problem was that my penis was too big or she was tired, or some other excuse.
She didn\'t like to give head. Said it was disgusting. I promised not to cum in her mouth. She said no, it\'s still disgusting. I tried cunnilingus, but she still said I was being disgusting. I told her to just relax and enjoy it. She didn\'t enjoy it. Said my stubble chaffed her legs. To her disgust, I regularly jacked off in bed like a hormone-charged teenager. About the only thing she did like was a good tittie sucking. At the mere suggestion of anal sex she went ballistic, calling me a perverted animal.
We went to counseling, but after two years we were only poorer without any improvement in our sexual relationship. In frustration, I took to taunting her, telling her how I wanted fuck her in the ass, telling her how I wanted to jab my dick down her throat, telling her how I wanted to bring some buddies over and loosen her up for me, and continuously suggesting that we vacation at a nudist resort. I never really did any of those things, and it only made things worse, if that was possible.
Then one day, I came home early and found her in bed, locked in a 69 with her best friend, the dreaded Karen. That explained everything. I just wish she\'d been honest with me and just admitted that she was a dyke. She wasted my life and her life in a marriage that had no chance of success. I was in the right, filed for divorce, but still had my clock cleaned. Still, it was worth not being shackled in a relationship that fundamentally was no relationship at all.
Free of stone-cold Helen, I boldly thrust myself into the dating scene after a decade-long hiatus. I discovered a series of single mothers and divorcees that were very nice to fuck. After a near celibate life with Helen, any sex was fantastic, especially with the women who truly liked a guy with a big cock and who really got nasty. But I didn\'t have a real emotional connect with any of them. After sex, none of them were personally all that interesting to me, that is until I was horny again.
Being done with Helen freed me up to explore all avenues. I fantasized about leading a hedonistic lifestyle and visiting swinger resorts and nudist resorts across the country. I fantasized about having multiple lovers who in turn had multiple lovers. Alas, the single moms that I screwed on regular basis had serious obligations with their young children and none were willing to embark on a sexual adventure of the type I envisioned. Still they were good for a quickie or an enjoyable Saturday night if the kiddos were off somewhere else.
One evening while surfing the net, feeding my fantasies, I read a personal ad posted on a naturalist web site.
On a lark I replied, . I included my e-mail address and a recent photo of myself that showed that I really was a decent looking guy with a fit body.
Two days later I got the following reply.
No reply.
A few days later I heard from her.
I opened the first JPEG file and there beaming at me in close up was very pretty lady, freckled, green eyes, short auburn hair, and all of her teeth. The second picture was of her in a blue sundress and a large straw hat. She looked as fresh as a spring day. I could tell that she wasn\'t lying about being proportional in height and weight. She definitely wasn\'t overweight and had a nice bust line. From the photos, she was a knockout!
What followed was about two months of daily e-mail exchanges, telling each other all about ourselves. What we did for a living (I\'m a financial advisor a.k.a. an insurance agent and she\'s the assistant principal of a junior high school); what we like to drink (I\'m a scotch man, she likes white wine and martinis); what our favorite foods are (I\'m partial to shrimp and steaks, she\'s a seafood freak, but enjoys a steak now and then too); how many kids we have (I have none, she has two daughters); what happened to our marriages (her ex-husband was convicted of embezzling company funds and is now doing time); we exchanged medical reports documenting that neither of us carried VD. She never would tell me where she actually lived or what her full name was; said she had to be careful because of her job in a small community.
However the photographs we exchanged barred it all. In one series, she was naked with a lot of other naked people. No one was trying to be particularly sexy, just naked. She said the group photos were taken at a resort near Tampa. Sandy was definitely someone I wanted to press fresh with in person rather than in cyberspace.
Finally we agreed to meet for dinner in Gainesville, Florida. I drove down on a Saturday when the Gators were out of town, and checked in at the Marriot. At the appointed hour I strode into the designated dinner club and selected a table where I could watch for her when she arrived.
Waiting for her, I was as nervous as a homeless tomcat. As the minutes ticked by, my apprehensions increased. I fretted over whether my new suit was stylish enough or if my shirt and tie matched properly. Did I have case of halitosis? Was my hair decent? (It\'s closely cropped so I don\'t know why I fretted over that.) Did I have B.O.? Then as the appointed hour arrived and passed with no Sandy, I imagined all sorts of things, namely that she was a no-show and that the whole e-mail thing was someone\'s idea of a joke.
Having nothing better to do, I waited. When she walked in, I recognized her immediately. Dressed in a slinky green dress that very nicely accentuated her womanly charms, any initial misgivings on my part evaporated. Maybe it was the short skirt that emphasized her long, shapely legs, but live and in person, she was much more attractive than her photographs.
\Wow!\ I uttered under my breath. Gathering my cool, I rose from my table and greeted her at the hostess station.
\Sandy?\
\Hello Matt,\ she greeted with a smile and flash of her green eyes. \Sorry I\'m late, but.\
\No need to apologize. You are well worth the wait.\
I don\'t recall a thing about what I ate that night, or any of the small talk we made while eating, but do recall being smitten like never before. Whereas she was witty and absolutely charming, I just sort of drooled.
I tired my best not be too Neanderthal-like and struggled not to stare, but the plunging neckline of her dress continuously drew my attention to her cleavage. If that wasn\'t enough to hold my gaze, her nipples, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, were clearly outlined. I think I had a hard-on throughout the entire meal.
After dinner, we danced. Holding her close to me, I nuzzled into her fragrant hair as she pressed her bosoms into my chest. During our second dance, my right hand wandered down her back to her hips. Subtly I felt around. I couldn\'t detect anything underneath. Holding her to me, she ground herself into my prodigious stiffy, taking her own measure of what I had to offer. On our third dance, my hand slid up her thigh and into the slit up the side of her dress. She made no effort to remove it. Next dance my hand went deeper into the slit, coming to rest on her bare bum. When that dance was over, she looked up at me with a saucy smirk and said, \Your place or mine?\
\Does it matter?\
\Well, a girl likes to be near her stuff and I didn\'t bring much in my purse.\
\Okay, by me. I don\'t need a damned thing.\
\Not even me?\ she teased.
\Oh, I need you all right. C\'mon. Let\'s get a cab.\
As we had arranged, she was also staying at the Marriot, so that made it very convenient. On the ride back to the hotel, she made it apparent that she was as hot to fuck as I was. She had my cock out in no time and if it weren\'t such a short drive, I\'m sure she would have gone down on me in the backseat of the cab. I had to scramble to get my pants fastened when the cab arrived. The cabbie grinned and gave me a wink as I handed him a sawbuck for the five-minute ride.
Walking through the lobby, all eyes seemed to be watching the stunning red head by my side as she strutted to the elevators. Either that or they were looking at my open fly as my damned zipper had jammed.
The door to her room had barely closed when she put her hands around my neck and drew me into a smoldering kiss. Our tongues danced and our hands roamed across each other. Despite the lustful passion, we controlled ourselves and simply stood smooching for five or ten minutes near the door.
When we finally broke for air, I looked down into her incredible green eyes, amazed that I was in the arms of this incredibly sexy, very desirable woman. I had already unzipped the back of her dress and once I slipped the straps off her shoulders, the dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. There, but for her jewelry and high heels, she stood next to me completely naked.
With a sly smile, she kicked the dress to the side, and began removing my tie. Getting me undressed took a lot more time. First the tie, then the shirt buttons, then the jacket followed by the shirt that was underlain by a t-shirt. I managed to kick off my shoes before my trousers joined the rest of my new suit on the floor. Sandy knelt to remove each sock, then looking up at me, she unsnapped my boxers and allowed them to freefall to my feet.
I stepped out of my boxers and she ran her hands up my thighs and began kissing her way up my leg to my eagerly awaiting cock. She took her time, nuzzling into my ball sack and rubbing her face across my seeping penis. Then looking up at me, her eyes locked to mine, she began laying kisses along my swollen erection. For several minutes she teased my dick and balls with her tongue and lips before she ever started mouthing my glans. It was only when she took my dick head between her full lips did we break eye contact, and then only because my eyes rolled up into the back of my head.
Slowly she worked my dick into her mouth, all the while licking at the underside with her tongue. When I finally looked down, she must have had half of it in her mouth. Our eyes locked again and like a snake swallowing a rabbit, she took me to the root. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair and still she maintained eye contact. It felt absolutely incredible! Never before had a woman taken me orally like this. She swallowed, her throat constricting around my hard cock, massaging my organ, causing me to groan in appreciation.
Locking her lips tightly around my shaft, she pulled up, drawing my cock crown from deep within her throat to her mouth until she held the glans once again between her lips. Then, she drove it down into her esophagus again to massage it with the walls of her throat, before locking her lips and slowly withdrawing, suctioning me in the process.
\I\'m gonna cum,\ I groaned in warning. \I\'m gonna cum.\
Sandy let my wet dick slip from between her lips momentarily replying huskily, \Then cum Baby, cum,\ before taking me fully again.
I tried my best to stave off the inevitable, but to no avail. Soon I found myself standing on the balls of my feet, my legs quivering, as my nuts churned. Consumed with exquisite anguish, I erupted. She seemed to take no notice other than pull off far enough so that I shot off in her mouth and not directly down her gullet. As my balls unloaded, the intensity of my pleasure caused me to cry out, \Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!\ as my semen copiously gushed forth into her voracious mouth. She fully inhaled my pulsating cock again and I grunted, \Ughn! Ughn! Ughn!\ to the final weakened contractions that took place deep in her milking throat.
Pulling my dick back into her mouth, she swiped my now supersensitive head with her tongue, causing me to twitch and jerk in response to each delightfully wicked lash of her talented lingual digit.
Showing me a measure of mercy, she allowed my now semi-erect cock to momentarily escape from her wet warmth of her mouth. I expected her to stand up and lead me to her bed, but instead she continued to slather all over my cock and balls until I was dripping with her saliva. Once she had me hard again, she rocked back on her heels, letting my renewed erection to audibly pop from her mouth.
\Mmm hmm,\ she said, sighing contentedly as she stood. \You\'ve got such a nice dick, Matt. A very, very nice dick.\
\Thanks,\ I managed to mutter. \You\'ve got a nice mouth.\
She didn\'t reply, but stood before me, hefting up her ample tits, squeezing her perky dark red nipples in an unmistakable offering. \You like my boobs? \
\Damned right I like your boobs.\
\You don\'t think they\'re too little?\
They certainly weren\'t EE\'s or even DD\'s monster hooters, but too little? Not by a long shot. Her firm orbs where more than a handful, but without a hint of sag. \Hell, they\'re magnificent!\
\Thanks, I thought you\'d might like them,\ she said with an impish grin.
\Oh yeah,\ I mumbled as my face descended to her tit flesh.
I didn\'t go straight for the nips, but rather licked and nibbled at her soft, yet firm globes, laying kisses all cross the expanse of her breasts while she held them in offering to my lips. When I did flick her dark red, pebble-sized areola with its crowning, proudly stiff nipple with my tongue, she jerked. I realized that like my ex-wife Helen, Sandy had in those compact nips a concentration of nerve endings that could induce an orgasm if properly stimulated.
Concentrating on getting her off with a tit-job, I slathered and slobbered away like she had slathered and slobbered at my cock. I wasn\'t wrong in my estimation of the sensitivity of her mammaries and after a good working over, she began to swoon and then gasp for breath.
Groaning as the orgasmic pleasure swept over her, her knees began to buckle. I had to hold her up to keep her from crumpling to the floor. As long as she trembled and shook in my arms, I relentlessly suckled and bit at her teats until she grabbed my head and forced me away from her now too tender flesh.
We kissed passionately for a few moments before I swept her up in my arms and carried to her bed. The bed had already been turned down earlier by housekeeping and laying her on the fresh sheets I gazed down at my prize. Smiling up at me with a very contented look, she was protectively covering her tits from any further stimulation.
Grasping her left foot, I removed her shoe. As sexy as they were, I didn\'t want those spiked things digging into me when I fucked her. Then I removed the right one. Holding her right foot in my hand, I began kissing her foot. Once again our eyes locked as I took her big toe into my mouth and I began lovingly sucking on it. Sandy closed her eyes; relishing the sensations of the toe-job I gave her. After each delectable digit had been properly caressed, I began my slow kissing-march up her leg towards the grand prize.
I kissed and nibbled and sucked at the silky skin on the inside of her leg, taking it slowly, building the sexual tension. When I arrived at her shaved crotch, I bypassed her fragrant and juicy pussy for the moment and instead kissed her up through her trimmed bush to her belly button and then kissed down again to the left leg. Raising her leg, I kissed all around the inside of her thigh and along the crease on the backside where her thigh joined her buttocks. Finally I returned to kiss her sweet pudenda, relishing the headily divine scent of her arousal.
On my third trip around her smooth fleshly vulva, I took the opportunity to press my nose along her heavenly slit, eliciting a moan of approval from my new lover. I nuzzled into her wet folds to press my nose against the nub of her hooded but hard little clit. Only after rubbing my nose in and all along her cunt did I bring my tongue into play, licking up her passion trench with the flat of my tongue, raking up a good measure of her succulent juices for my own pleasure. As I expected, she tasted heavenly, musky and salty, not bland at all, pure woman.
Orally I gave her as good as she had given me, scouring her cunt with my tongue and sucking on the swelling folds of her inner lips until they were fully engorged with blood and protruded from her cunt. Only after a through working-over of her entire pussy did I finally settle in on her clit. By that time, she was so aroused that it only took a few minutes of strategic tongue play to bring her off.
Using a technique I learned from a lady back home, I pressed my fingers into the area between her vagina and anus while I lashed her clit at the one o\'clock position. As her nervous system shorted out, her legs snapped shut around my head and I found it difficult to breathe, but I stayed in there, flicking her clit while she experienced an intense orgasm.
I couldn\'t hear anything with the thigh-muffs clamped tightly over my ears, but I felt the violent contractions she was experiencing as she twisted and turned, futilely attempting to dislodge my locked-in head from her groin. Sandy finally managed to rip away from me, curling up into a ball, quaking with the continuous after shocks of her mega-orgasm.
Sitting up, my face was drenched with her moisture. Taking the opportunity, I ran my fingers up her ass crack and paused to toy with her anus. She didn\'t object to my gentle probing, and I knew that tonight, anything was possible with this babe. Pulling my finger from her ass, I got up and looked in my coat pocket for my stash of rubbers that I had brought for the occasion.
Watching her as she slowly recovered from her pleasureful ordeal, I jacked my cock to a full erection before rolling a condom over my dick. She rolled over, looking at me with a dreamy-dazed look on her pretty face. She opened her eyes and studied the eight-inch cock that was about to probe and explore the inner depths of her sex. Her winsome smile, changed into a frown. \Do you have to use that?\ she whined reprovingly.
\What? What\'s the matter?\
\The condom. Have you had sex with anyone since your medical?\
\Well, I.\
\Unprotected sex. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?\
\No? Have you?\
\No. Take it off. We\'re both safe and my tubes are tied,\ said matter-of-factly.
\You want me to fuck you bareback?\
Her voice oozing with lust she answered, \Oh yes. I want to feel you cum inside me.\
Oh yeah! Sounded good to me!
\Okay, Baby. Bareback fucking it is,\ I replied flippantly, ripping off the offending latex barrier, trusting that I wouldn\'t regret this action later on.
She stopped me just as I began to mount her. \No, lie on your back,\ she said directing me into the position she wanted for our first copulation of the evening. She got up and rummaged through a bag she had near her bed and pulled out several clear cylindrical tubes. Selecting one with the largest diameter, she lubricated it and rolled a rubber ring onto it.
\What in hell\'s that?\ I asked as she slipped the tube over my dick.
\Well, you know those vacuum pumps some guys have to use?\
\I don\'t have that problem,\ I replied defensively.
\I know. I can see that. But the ring,\ she said as she slipped the ring off the tube and around the base of my cock, \the secret is in the ring. It prevents blood from escaping. You can still cum, but you won\'t get soft. Not until we remove the ring.\
\What do you mean?\
\You\'ve never used a cock ring? It\'ll keep your erection until we take it off.\
\Won\'t that cause gangrene?\ I asked in alarm.
\Only if you leave it on all night. We\'ll take it off after an hour, hour and a half or so, give it rest and do it again. That is. if you\'re up for it,\ she added with a sexy smile, full of lust and anticipation. \If not, I can vacuum pump you hard again and again.\
\'An hour, an hour and a half or so?\' I thought. \'She wants me to fuck her for an hour or more nonstop, give it a rest and do it again?\' \Holy smokes! I didn\'t know you could do that?\
\Sure you can,\ she said with a wink \Matt, you have a wonderful cock. I haven\'t had a nice cock like yours in a long time and I want to make the most of every minute with you.\
\Okay Baby, climb aboard,\ I said in semi-disbelief. To my amazement, my cock seemed to be bigger than normal and the thick blue veins just under the skin looked like they were ready to burst.
She placed the plastic tube on the nightstand. After giving the tip of my dick another wet sloppy kiss, she straddled me. Smiling down at me, she grasped my cock. Aiming it, she lowered herself onto my steely erection. We were both very wet from our seepages and I watched as my cock head pushed apart her swollen cuntal lips as the head began to penetrate.
\God, you\'re big,\ she gasped as lowered herself another half inch, just enough to for the rim of my cock to disappear into her. By this time, her cunt lips were stretched so tightly around my cock, that they seemed almost translucent.
Grimacing, she lowered herself a little more. She was tight and I assumed that this was going to take a little while, so I laid back and studied her naked form. So far I hadn\'t really gotten to study her body nude and I wasn\'t disappointed. Her freckled tits were a delight to behold; firm and not too large, they stood from her chest in total defiance of gravity. Her nipples were hard and jutted out proudly from the puffy rise of her areolas. Evenly bronzed, it was apparent she sunned herself in the buff.
Scanning down her torso, my eyes settled on her deep navel and the sexy little abdominal fold that seemed to bisect it. Her narrow waist showed no signs of flabbiness before it flared into her hips. Again, there was no hint of a tan line about her hips.
Squatting over me, impaling herself on my rigid prong, I could see that her tanned legs were well toned. Up and down, my wandering eyes soaked in the beauty of her perfect body as she worked her tight cunt over my unbelievably hard dick. She was about halfway down when I noticed that with her cunt stretched around my cock, that her clit was somewhat distorted but in plain view.
Reaching up, I moved my right hand up to cover her breast. The nipple hardened against my palm as I massaged in slow circles. She really liked that, rubbing herself against my hand whenever I stopped for a moment. After a few minutes of nipple stimulation, my left hand found her clit. Her eyes shot open as my finger rubbed around the base of the raised button in a little circle. Around and around I went and I was having an effect. With my right fingertips, I gently pinched a nipple and pulled. Sandy\'s head flew back and she drove the remainder of my cock into her to the base. I could feel her helplessly stretched cunt muscles contracting around my dick and she made a curious \'gaking\' sound as her belly undulated with orgasmic shudders.
The spasmodic motions faded and she looked back down at me with a dazed look. By now her entire body was coated with a sheen of sweat, causing her body to seemingly glow in the soft light. A grin formed at the corners of her full lips, and then she leaned forward, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. For a moment or two she was nearly motionless as she kissed me, her pussy adjusting to the girth of my cock.
\Oh, Baby, you feel so damned good,\ she murmured before sitting back up right. Smiling down at me, she began by grinding my cock into her just a little deeper. Slowly she raised herself up until the rim of my cock head peaked out from her cunt only to disappear again as she lowered herself. Sandy leaned forward again, supporting herself by placing her hands on my shoulders. Then she began fucking herself and fucking me in earnest. With measured strokes she used my dick to stimulate her G. Soon she was convulsing on my cock again. This time, her orgasm triggered my second orgasm and I pumped a good load into her welcoming cunt.
\Yes, baby!\ she cried as she felt my cock pulsating, \Cum in my pussy baby, cum in my pussy! Oh yes, baby, that\'s it, cum in me, cum in meeeeeee!\ She continued to fuck me and as my cum began seeping out of her cunthole, wet squishing sounds filled the room as we mated.
She was right, I had no problem cumming and to my delight, my cock stayed nice and hard as ever as we continued to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck. After a good thirty minutes or more, she had exhausted herself doing deep-knee bends and lurched off to one side. I wasn\'t exhausted and hopped between her legs.
Placing her ankles over my shoulders, I squatted in her crotch and pulled her onto my hard cock. Leaning forward and holding my weight off of her with my arms, I began giving her a good screwing. The bed thumped against the wall and my swinging nut sack slapped her ass as I pummeled her eager pussy. I\'m sure that there was quite a racket in the adjoining room, but no one protested and I didn\'t care.
All the while that I fucked her, she softly murmured her encouragement to \keep fucking me, Baby.Yes, that\'s soooo gooood.Fuck me, please fuck me.Harder baby, harder.Yesssssss.ohhhhhhh, fuck meeeee,\ and other such words of support between her orgasms that seemed to followed one after the other. I thought that she might tire of the pounding, but she showed no signs of having had too much dick until she finally gasped, \Stop, Baby, stop.\
I pulled my cock from her pulsating needy hole thinking that she\'d had enough and moved off the side. Too my surprise, she wasn\'t done, not by a long shot. Sandy rolled over and hiked her ass in the air.
\Fuck me, Baby,\ she cooed wiggling her ass.
Fine by me! I squatted behind her, straddling her backside and my turgid member found its target, sliding effortlessly up her hot snatch. Relishing the feel of my dick up her tight snatch, I remained relatively motionless. She didn\'t. She began rotating her hips and in the process fucked herself on my cock again. I added a reciprocating motion to her hip rotation. The position forced my cock head to rub hard against the fore-wall of her vagina and by doing so, massaged her G with every stroke. Wasn\'t long before her cunt was spasmodically squeezing my dick again.
After five minutes or so, my legs began to tie, so I changed positions slightly. Kneeling between her legs, I continued to fuck her from behind. We changed positions every five minutes or so after that and fucked in ways I\'d never fucked before.
Eventually, I needed a rest, but she was going strong, bouncing on my prick like it was a pogo stick. \Enough!\ I begged, but she didn\'t hear me. \Take it easy Baby! You\'ll break it!\ I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off of me. \Stop! For god\'s sake stop for a minute!\
Laughing she said, \Okay, okay, I can take a hint!\ I moved her to the side and let her plop onto the bed. \That was great!\ she said to the ceiling. \Oh, I like you mister! You\'re my kind of lover.\
\Damn, I think it\'s going fall off!\ I whined looking at the raw purplish pole that was my cock.
\Oh, don\'t be such a Baby!\ she said succinctly.
\Really, I\'ve never gone that long before at one time. Jesus, I\'m still hard!\
\Here, we better let that horse have a rest,\ she said with an impish grin. She picked up the bottle of lube from the nightstand and greased up the latex ring that was snug around the base of my cock. Gently she pushed it up and eventually off my cock. I could clearly see the reddish ring around the base of my dick where the constricting band had been. Moments later, my erection began to flag and after a few minutes it was limper than I can ever recall.
I needed to pee and went to relieve myself. My poor pecker ached a little, but a quick inspection revealed no abrasions. All seemed well in the penis department. When I returned she was just putting the telephone receiver down. With great interest I watched her firm buns flex as she sauntered into the bath. Damn, she had a dynamite body!
I lay back onto the bed, wondering if I could make through until tomorrow, when I heard the sound of running water. A few minutes later, she came out, walking to door, presumably make sure that locks were secure. She turned, struck a pose with one knee bent and her toe pointed downward and asked, \Want to join me?\
I\'m no fool and didn\'t need to be asked twice. Sandy had the oversized Jacuzzi tub filled, capped with a generous layer of bubbles on the surface. I hadn\'t had a bubble bath since I was a little kid. She stepped in the hot soapy water and I followed. Once we were settled in with her more or less in my lap, she turned the jet-pumps on. The hot swirling water felt divine. Leaning back into me, I cupped her two heavenly orbs. Truly I had died and gone to heaven!
We languished in the swirling bath for a long time, me feeling her up, she feeling me up. Suddenly there was racket and startled, I nearly came out of my skin! With mouth agape, I watched as the room-service guy, wheeled in a cart with a bottle of champagne! He was obviously a bit nervous about it as well, thinking that somehow his orders had gotten twisted in translation.
\Oh, goody!\ exclaimed Sandy with clear excitement. \I\'m so thirsty! Would you please open the bottle and pour us a glass?\
\Uh, yes Ma\'am,\ answered the nervous porter. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses of bubbly, struggling the entire time pay attention to what he was doing.
\Ma\'am. Sir,\ he said handing the glasses to us. \Will there be anything else?\
\Oh, yes! I almost forgot!\ With that Sandy rose from bath, bubbles streaming off her body. She stepped to the vanity and picked up a bill to tip the astonished man. Handing the bill to him she said curtly, \Thank you.\
The guy was definitely not looking at her face when he accepted his tip. \Uh, thank you, Ma\'am. Thank you. If you need anything else, ask for Ricardo.\
\Okay, Ricardo,\ she said grinning in total amusement at the poor guy\'s plight.
Ricardo lingered a moment before reluctantly turning away and exiting her hotel room. Laughing she returned to bath. \Did you see his face?\ she chortled. \And look at you! I honestly don\'t know which of you were more surprised!\
\Jesus, Sandy! Why didn\'t you tell me?\
\Tell you what?\ she asked, her eyes bright with laughter.
\That you\'re an exhibitionist.\
\Oh, yes you do! You know that I\'m a nudist. Besides, what\'s the harm? Gave him a thrill. Didn\'t it? You know, in a minute, he\'ll be yaking it up with buddies about the naked lady covered in bubbles and they won\'t believe him.\
\I don\'t know about that. Those guys have probably seen it all.\
\Well, I do hope that I brightened up his evening.\
\I\'m not sure if brightening is the correct term.\
\You think he\'ll have to find a place to relieve himself?\
\God, you\'re bad!\ I laughed. \And I mean that as a compliment.\
\I\'m only bad in good ways,\ she replied with an impish grin.
The water had cooled off appreciably by the time we finished our bottle and rising from the Jacuzzi we headed into the walk in shower to rinse off the suds. We were both squeaky clean from the languorous bath, but that didn\'t stop the playful exploration of the other\'s body, the play culminating with Sandy on her knees sucking life back into my willing tool.
\Oh shit Baby,\ I groaned as she pleasured me greatly while the water cascaded over us. \You really know how to suck a guy\'s cock!\
\Thanks,\ she mumbled around my thickening dick. Once I was good and hard again, she stood up and kissed me, grinding her abdomen into my hard-on in manner that left no illusions as to what she had in mind.
\Ya wanna fuck, lady?\ I hissed.
\Yeah, mister, I wanna fuck! Do you?\
Back in the sack, we were barely damp dry as she once again rolled the latex ring off the plastic cylinder and around the base of my dick. After lubing up my entire cock, we were back at it like a couple of rabbits, screwing like it was going to be the last screw of our lives.
By the time I pulled off exhausted an hour or so later, it was well past one AM. We were both drenched once again in sweat. After I had caught my breath I asked her, \Can you get this off for a while?\
\Sure. You really don\'t want to leave it on too long at one time.\
\How long is too long/\
\I dunno. Three, four hours.\
\Who could screw for four hours?\
\I don\'t know if anyone could screw that long non-stop. We could try,\ she quipped, \but the big danger is if you fell asleep with a cock ring like that on your dick. Acts like a tourniquet. By the time you woke up, your dick would have died and you\'d have to have it cut off!\
\Ouch! Just the thought makes me cringe.\
\Then never leave one of these things on too long. An hour or so is enough at one time.\
With the blood flow restored and my cock safely in recovery mode, we lounged about. I must have dozed off, but she nudged me and purred, \Plenty of time for that later. Say, you want have a little fun?\
I didn\'t think it was possible to have any more fun than I was having. Nonetheless I was game. \Sure. What do you have in mind?\
\Want another bottle of champagne?\
\You are bad!\
Grinning wickedly, Sandy picked up the phone and dialed room service. \Is Ricardo there?\ she asked businesslike. Her face brightened. \Ricardo? Hi! Remember me? Room 615?. You do? Well, we need another bottle of Korbel. If we\'re busy and don\'t answer, just come on in like before. Thanks.In about twenty minutes? Oh, that\'d be perfect!\
Hauling me off the shower, she rinsed off the newest coating of grime. This time she was fingering my ass. Not in a serious way, but testing the waters so to speak. I didn\'t object, but was disappointed that she stopped and turned off the water. We dried off as best we could with the damp towels at our disposal. Back in the sack, she directed me to lie flat on my back, catty-corner to the bed with my feet hanging off the edge.
\Comfy?\ she asked with practiced innocence.
\Yeah. Now just what do you have in mind?\
Sandy didn\'t answer but instead straddled my head, facing my feet and lowered her swollen pussy to my face. I didn\'t need any further instructions and lapped at her offered cunt, still wet and filled with my cum. She ground her crotch into my face for four minutes or so before leaning forward to take my flaccid cock between her talented lips. I didn\'t stay flaccid for long.
We were leisurely eating each other when I heard the soft rapping on the door. I expected her to get off and just let the guy see us in bed. She didn\'t get off. After another soft knock, I heard the door opening and the rattle of the cart entering the room. I couldn\'t see a thing, but I did hear a male voice exclaim, \God damn!\ in a muted voice.
Sandy stopped sucking my dick. I stopped too out of curiosity at how this little drama would play out. I was shocked when I felt her take my cock into her mouth again.
\God damn!\ said the voice in a low voice.
Sandy released my cock. \Be dear and open that for us,\ she said nonchalantly.
\Yes, Ma\'am,\ he croaked. While the poor bastard opened the champagne bottle, she resumed fellatio on me. With her cunt still in my face I couldn\'t see him, but I sensed his presence near the foot of the bed. No doubt he had a grand view of what she was doing to my cock. Suddenly she rose and sat upright, grinding her crotch in my face. I could only imagine what Ricardo was thinking.
Suddenly she rose from the bed and went to the dresser to get the guy a tip. Ricardo had a wild look on his face and the way he was rubbing the crotch of his trousers, he was aroused plenty. She stayed at the dresser for several moments longer than necessary, giving Ricardo a good look at her bare backside. Turning, she strode up to him with the tip in her hand. Ricardo\'s eyes scanned up and down her nude body. He was still rubbing his crotch when she stood near him and offered him the ten-dollar tip. Poor bastard, he didn\'t know what to do. If he followed his instincts, he knew he might get fired. But to stand and observe, no one could blame him for that.
Placing her hand on the bulge in his pants she offered, \You need some help with that?\
\God damn lady. I could get fired for this.\
\For what?\ she asked musingly. \All you have to do is stand there until you\'re dismissed.\
\Yes, Ma\'am.\
I had already figured out that my date for tonight was wilder than anyone I had ever met before. Wilder than any woman I had ever imagined being. But when she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, I was completely blown away.
With his dick out, I expected her to blow him, but again she surprised me as it became apparent that she intended to masturbate him. She had his dick with her thumb under the cock tube and three fingers on top, jacking him off furiously. It pleased me that he wasn\'t as well hung as I was, not that he had anything to be ashamed of; he was amply endowed. Ricardo stood stiffly, his hands uselessly dangling at his side, his unseeing eyes gazing at me.
I sat up and moved to get a better view of what was happening. Good thing I moved when I did, because with a grunt, Ricardo shot a rope of cum that splashed between her tits. The second shot landed on her right tit and she directed the third onto her left. The final spurts lacked projection and landed on the carpeting.
Having gotten him off, Sandy put his pecker back in his pants and zipped him up. I figured that the show was over and that she\'d dismiss him, but once she stood up, she looked down at the mess covering her tits.
\Is this yours Ricardo?\ she asked coyly.
\Yes, Ma\'am,\ he whispered.
\Don\'t you think you should wipe it off?\
\Yes, Ma\'am.\ Clearly flummoxed, Ricardo picked up a towel from the service cart.
\You don\'t need that,\ she said softly. \Just wipe it off with your hand.\
With slightly trembling hands, Ricardo set about fulfilling her request. \ Mais Dios,\ he muttered over and over as he rubbed his sperm into her tits. Whatever trepidation he had had quickly vanished. His perfect English vaporized into Spanish mumbling while she allowed him to feel her up for several minutes. I only caught a few words, \pechuas bonita\ and \buena puta\, but I got the idea. When he began tweaking her nips, she moaned, thrusting her chest forward in an unmistakable act of approval.
Muttering in Spanish, Ricardo rubbed and tweaked until she threw her head back and began trembling. I thought she might fall, so I moved in behind her to hold her up while Ricardo continued to torment her teats and gave her the pleasure she sought. When she\'d had enough, she twisted away from us and sank to the floor.
Ricardo and I looked at each other and then down at the incredibly horny woman who for the moment was prostrate at our feet. Ricardo looked pleadingly at me, the unspoken question clearly understood. I looked down and figured, \'What the hell?\'
Retrieving one of my unused rubbers from the nightstand, I handed the foil packet to Ricardo. In less than a minute, he had his pants down, rubber on and was mounting Sandy on the floor.
\Matt?\ she squeaked with apprehension.
\It\'s okay, baby. He\'s got a rubber on.\
\Oh.okay,\ she replied. A moment later she grunted as he pushed into her.
Ricardo didn\'t show a whole lot of technique, but under the circumstances, who could blame him? I sat on the bed and watched her lock her long legs around his waist while his brown hairy ass moved up and down in the age-old in-and-out. He never varied his pace or his stroke, but simply fucked her for his own pleasure. I figured we might be there all night, considering that he\'d just cum and possibly had jacked off earlier. Much to my surprise, he didn\'t last too terribly long, but then again, fifteen minutes of energetic pumping is not too bad either.
I had fantasized about moments like this, and much as I had imagined, it fired up my testosterone-fortified libido. By the time Ricardo had finished, I had a first class raging erection. With a wave of my hand, I dismissed him. Before he had his shirttails tucked in and his pants zipped up, I had a cock ring on. I picked Sandy off the floor, and placed her with her ass at edge of the bed, lifted and supported by two pillows. Grabbing both ankles, I spread her wide and skewered her wanton cunt.
I was banging away for several minutes before I heard the door close behind me. I must have already cum three times that night and such was the state of my excitement that I quickly approached the point of no return. I wasn\'t ready to cum, not yet. I knew that if I blew this load, nothing could prevent me from passing out for the night, so I pulled off.
I had a burning thirst and through the fog of sexual passion I remembered that we had a full bottle of champagne to drink. Pouring two glasses, I returned to Sandy still sprawled out on top of the two pillows with her pussy gaping open. Seeing the offered refreshment, Sandy managed to sit up. At this point she looked like hell, with her hair sticking out wildly and makeup smeared.
I patted her hair down as she took a sip. \Oh god, I must look a mess,\ she ruefully said. Getting up, she went into the bath. \I do look like hell!\ she called out. \Give me a minute.\
\Sure thing, Babe.\
A few minutes later, she came with her face repaired. I must admit she looked a whole lot better.
Sandy poured herself another glass and then sat at the edge of the bed, sipping her drink. She looked at me questioningly. \I bet you think I\'m a slut.\
\Well, I didn\'t say that.\
\But you think it. You think I\'m a total slut? Is that why you let Ricardo fuck me?\
\Well, I.I thought that you wanted it. I made sure he had a rubber.\
\Thanks, I appreciate that. But you still haven\'t answered me.\
\What?\
\Do you think I\'m a slut?\
\Well, yeah.\
\Does that repulse you?\
\No. You\'re the most beautiful woman I\'ve ever been with. You\'re also the wildest woman I ever been with. You didn\'t want Ricardo to fuck you?\
She giggled and shrugged, \Yeah, I did. Thanks for looking out after me.\
\You\'re welcome.\
\I guess I am a slut,\ she bemoaned. \Always have been. I don\'t know if I was born this way or made this way. I think maybe, it was a little of both.\
\Hey, it\'s okay with me.\
\Guys can be notorious horn dogs, but girls, girls who love sex, they\'re looked down upon. \'Stud\', now that word has a positive image, doesn\'t it? But \'slut\', that word has only negative connotations. It\'s not fair. It\'s not fair to be looked down upon just because you\'re a girl and act on your natural urges and desires.\
\Guess you\'re right. I never thought of it like that before.\
\So, do I disgust you? Repulse you?\
\No, not at all. You\'re one sexy lady. Fun too!\
\Oh, you\'re just saying that,\ she sobbed.
Next moment, I had a crying woman on my hands. I\'ve always hated that. I never known what to say or how to make it better, and this moment was no exception. Maybe I shouldn\'t have let Ricardo screw her, but she seemed okay with it, after all, she was teasing the hell out the poor guy. Sheesh, after jacking him off and having him rub his sperm into her tits, what was I to think? That she wanted to go to church?
While she sobbed I just dumbly held her, not knowing what else to do. One thing that I learned over the years was if I didn\'t know what to say to an emotional woman, it was best not to say anything at all. While I held her to my shoulder, I couldn\'t help but notice my engorged cock, standing ready if and when I need it. Then it came to me like a creeping, misty dawn. I didn\'t know if it would help or not, but, what the hell. \Sandy, look. My dick\'s all ready and has no place to go. It\'d be a shame to let this go to waste.\
She sniffed a few times and lifted her head from my shoulders. I grabbed my stiff rod and wiggled it around and in a falsetto voice called, \Yoo hoo! Sandy! Sandy! I want to play with you! Do you want to play with meeee?\
She sniffed and then started chuckling, whipping her tears away and in the process smearing her makeup again. It seemed to be working so I pressed on.
\I want to fuck you Sandy! I want to fuck your sweet pussy!\
Still bleary-eyed, her faint smile let me that it was really working.
\I want to fuck you in the ass!\ I squeaked.
Her smile faded. Sandy looked at me icily and I was certain I had stepped over the line. Her stern demeanor suddenly melted into a wicked smile. \I was hoping you\'d want to do that,\ she said in low voice.
\You do?\ I said incredulously.
\God yes!\ She wiggled around a little and casting her eyes down like she was embarrassed or something. She add, \My poor pussy is so sore right now and I do love a good butt fucking! But please, take it nice and slow.\ She bounced off the bed and rummaged through her bag of toys. \Here, use this first.and before you do me, make sure we\'re both greased up good.\
Astonished at my good fortune, I looked at the pink torpedo shaped vibrator. It wasn\'t nearly as big as my cock, but it would do the trick. She hopped up on the bed, positioned the two pillows under her hips, reached back and spread apart her ass cheeks. I remember thinking, \'Jesus, this girl is something else!\'
With a fist full of toys and lube, I got in behind her. Her puckered little brown star looked so inviting, and figuring that she was bound to be pretty clean after our bubble bath and a couple of showers, I did something I\'ve never had the courage nor desire to do before. Leaning forward, I kissed her anus.
It wasn\'t gross at all, so I licked at it tentatively. Soon I was tracing the Greek alphabet over her hole with my tongue. From the moans and groans coming from her other end, I knew that she liked it. To my surprise, I liked it too. Before long I was performing analingus on her with gusto, thrusting into her hole, rimming her butt out like it was her vagina and not her asshole.
My tongue began to tire, so I lubed up my middle finger and pushed it in as far as I could get it. Sandy merely grunted softly, so I continued to finger her ass. Soon I had two fingers and then three inside her, her anal ring stretching easily to accommodate me. I pulled my fingers out and ran the vibrator up her ass. She squealed with delight when I turned the thing on. For a minute or two, I slowly fucked her with the buzzing toy.
With one hand directing the vibrator, I used the other to apply a generous portion of lube to her ass. After working a good portion into her ass, I slopped a good measure on my dick and coated it thoroughly. Pulling the vibrator from her ass, I positioned my glans against her hole and pushed. Her anus yielded immediately and I popped the crown past her sphincter.
\Unhg!\ she grunted loudly to the intrusion into her ass. \Oh, god Baby,\ she hoarsely whispered, \you\'ve got such a thick dick. Take it slow, take it slow.\
Grabbing her firmly by the hips, I jabbed into her about a half an inch, accompanied by another grunt. Using a very shallow stroke, I began thrusting her butt, giving her about twenty strokes before pushing in a little deeper. Slowly, but surely, I penetrated her backdoor deeper and deeper.
\Oh, yeah, baby,\ she cooed. \That\'s good, soooo gooood!\
Obviously she\'d been sodomized a time or three before, but still, she was tight and I was content to slowly loosen her up. There was no hurry, I still had thirty or forty minutes before I needed to get the cock ring off.
Before I was fully in her, I felt her sphincter muscle appreciably relax. With one last push, I drove the remaining two inches of hard dick deep into her rectum. I ground my cock into her for a moment, then withdrew almost completely.
Again I trust with shallow strokes, counting off nine before I roughly pushed deep into her.
\UUUUUUUUUNNNNHHHH!\ she grunted. \Oh god, yesssssssss!\ she hissed.
Back out for eight shallow strokes before ramming her deeply twice.
\AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! God damn baby that\'s goooood!\ she moaned while I ground my dick deep into her after the second stroke.
\Oh, oh, oh,\ she whimpered as I counted out the next seven shallow strokes. \UUUUUNNNNHHHH! UUUUUNNNNHHHH! UUUUUNNNNHHHH!\
Six shallow, four deep; five shallow, five deep and so on until I was fucking her butt hard and deep with every thrust into her wanton ass. Once again I was covered in sweat as I labored away, enjoying every minute of it. From the way she was moaning and thrusting her butt back into me with every stroke, it was obvious that she was enjoying the ass-fucking as well.
Her gut was clinching around my pistioning cock as she got off on the anal action. I had no reason what-so-ever in holding back my own orgasm, and as soon as it began to build, I let it come. \I\'m cumming in your ass, slut! I\'m cumming in your fucking ass!\ I hissed.
My poor balls were severely depleted at that time. Even though the orgasm was pleasurable as always, I\'m sure I didn\'t hose her rectum down like I hosed down her mouth and cunt. But still she seemed pleased with what I had to offer. \That\'s it Baby. Cum my ass! Yesss! That\'s it, cum in my ass! Give it to me Baby, oh yes, give it to meeeeee!\
I fucked her for another two or three minutes after cumming. I could have fucked her longer as there was no diminishing of my hard-on, but total fatigue suddenly swept over me and I just sort of slumped over, exhausted.
I had presence of mind to slide the cock ring off and was well on the way to slumberland when Sandy urged me to get up and shower with her.
\I just want to go to sleep.\
\C\'mon big boy. You need a shower.\
\How many fucking showers do I need in one night?\
\Hey, if you want a blowjob first thing in the morning, you need to get cleaned up now.\
\Aw, fuck.I don\'t think I can stand up.\
\You can stand. Now c\'mon, Matt. You\'ve got to get clean.\
Begrudgingly and with great effort, I got up and followed her into the shower. I wasn\'t in any mood to play and just stood while she soaped up my pecker and cleaned herself.
I guess she must have dried me off, because I don\'t remember a thing after that, just the wonderful pleasure of waking up in the morning and cuddling with a naked woman.
\Morning,\ she whispered as my hand raked across her soft breast.
\Morning,\ I lazily replied.
There was no hurry to get up so we just cuddled for a long time. I dozed off again, dreaming vivid dreams. At some point I realized that I wasn\'t dreaming. The pleasurable sensations of having my dick sucked were very real. Still, I didn\'t make any effort to wake up more fully, opting instead to see how long she would suck my semi-flaccid cock while I pretended to snooze.
I didn\'t have long to wait. Being more or less awake, my cock shot to full attention under her expert oral ministrations. Releasing my prick from the moist environs of her mouth, she crawled up my body and maneuvered her cunt over my dick.
\Morning, sleepyhead,\ she teased. \I know you\'re awake.\
Luxuriating in the enveloping warm moistness of her cunt, I lamely replied, \I must\'ve dozed off.\
\You want to sleep some more, or do you want some nookie?\
\Hmmmm, I think I\'m already getting some nookie.\
\Do you like nookie?\
\Oh yes Baby, I like nookie. I love nookie in the morning.\
\Good, because I like sausage in the morning and sausage and nookie go so well together. Don\'t you think?\
\Oh, yeah. They go together perfectly.\
My hips began to move, rotating around under her, stirring my dick in her honey pot.
\Mmmmmm,\ she purred before locking her lips to mine. There was no urgency so we embraced for a long time, smooching while I gently stirred the pot.
It didn\'t surprise me at all when there was a gentle rapping on the door, followed by the sound of the door opening and a breakfast cart being rolled into the room. I was past being concerned about what the room-service guy might think or even whether it was Ricardo or some other guy. Sandy wasn\'t concerned either. She remained on top, legs to either side of me, her cunt in plain sight with my dick buried in it to the balls. She did have presence of mind to rise up a little, get the tip money off the nightstand and hold it out to the porter.
I looked his way as he reached for his tip. It wasn\'t Ricardo, but some young black kid, probably still in his teens, wide eyed at the salacious sight before him. After accepting his tip, he showed no signs of being in a hurry to leave. No doubt he\'d heard about Room 615 and it\'s libertine occupants. Watching him watch us, I began thrusting more vigorously. The kid just stared, not moving a muscle.
Sandy began moaning and her pussy started its now familiar wild contractions around my cock while I thrust up into her. Moments later, I felt my own orgasm building. Fucking her now with a new urgency, I watched the kid watching us screw until wave of release flowed through me. Pulses of sperm spat out of the head of my lust-swollen cock, filling her pussy with my man-milk. Sated, my proud cock began to wither and shortly thereafter it fell from her cunt like a thick limp noodle, followed closely by a stream of milky white semen seeping from her cunt.
Sandy rolled off and onto her back, giving the kid a good frontal view of her body. There was silence for several moments as Sandy and I recovered. Finally after what seemed to be several minutes, the black kid said expectantly, \Will there be anything else?\
Not knowing what she might want, I deferred to Sandy with a nod. She smiled sweetly at him and said, \No. I think that was enough.\
\Yes, Ma\'am,\ said the kid, clearly disappointed. He shuffled back and keeping his eyes on Sandy, backed himself to the door. \Thank you, Ma\'am,\ he whispered before leaving the room.
Turning to me she admonished, \Now who\'s the exhibitionist?\
\Who me?\
\Yeah, you!\
\This is your room, Sandy. I\'m just your guest.\
\Speaking of rooms, it\'ll be checkout time soon. Let\'s eat breakfast, Afterwards, you go check out. If you\'re not in a big rush to get home, I can keep this room and check out later this afternoon. We can stay here until you have to leave.\
\I don\'t have to leave at all.\
\Well, I do, but I\'m less than two hours away from home. So, if you want.\
\Sounds like a good plan to me.\
Enjoying each other\'s company, we stayed until after five PM. I don\'t think she ever got enough, but she said she had to get home. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways, me to Marietta and Sandy to wherever she lived. She never did tell me what town she lived, or even in what direction from Gainesville it was. She also never told me her last name and despite my insistence, she refused to give me a phone number.
I didn\'t make it very far up I-75 in the drizzling rain before fatigue set in. My balls ached like they have never ached before. I was plumb wore out. Just past the Georgia state line, I pulled off and checked into a Motel 6, crashed and then continued on home in the early morning.
That morning, during the remaining drive home, I thought of only one thing, Sandy, the wildest, sexiest, most desirable woman I\'ve ever met. I wanted to see her again, but I had a feeling that I never would.
She didn\'t like to give head. Said it was disgusting. I promised not to cum in her mouth. She said no, it\'s still disgusting. I tried cunnilingus, but she still said I was being disgusting. I told her to just relax and enjoy it. She didn\'t enjoy it. Said my stubble chaffed her legs. To her disgust, I regularly jacked off in bed like a hormone-charged teenager. About the only thing she did like was a good tittie sucking. At the mere suggestion of anal sex she went ballistic, calling me a perverted animal.
We went to counseling, but after two years we were only poorer without any improvement in our sexual relationship. In frustration, I took to taunting her, telling her how I wanted fuck her in the ass, telling her how I wanted to jab my dick down her throat, telling her how I wanted to bring some buddies over and loosen her up for me, and continuously suggesting that we vacation at a nudist resort. I never really did any of those things, and it only made things worse, if that was possible.
Then one day, I came home early and found her in bed, locked in a 69 with her best friend, the dreaded Karen. That explained everything. I just wish she\'d been honest with me and just admitted that she was a dyke. She wasted my life and her life in a marriage that had no chance of success. I was in the right, filed for divorce, but still had my clock cleaned. Still, it was worth not being shackled in a relationship that fundamentally was no relationship at all.
Free of stone-cold Helen, I boldly thrust myself into the dating scene after a decade-long hiatus. I discovered a series of single mothers and divorcees that were very nice to fuck. After a near celibate life with Helen, any sex was fantastic, especially with the women who truly liked a guy with a big cock and who really got nasty. But I didn\'t have a real emotional connect with any of them. After sex, none of them were personally all that interesting to me, that is until I was horny again.
Being done with Helen freed me up to explore all avenues. I fantasized about leading a hedonistic lifestyle and visiting swinger resorts and nudist resorts across the country. I fantasized about having multiple lovers who in turn had multiple lovers. Alas, the single moms that I screwed on regular basis had serious obligations with their young children and none were willing to embark on a sexual adventure of the type I envisioned. Still they were good for a quickie or an enjoyable Saturday night if the kiddos were off somewhere else.
One evening while surfing the net, feeding my fantasies, I read a personal ad posted on a naturalist web site.
On a lark I replied, . I included my e-mail address and a recent photo of myself that showed that I really was a decent looking guy with a fit body.
Two days later I got the following reply.
No reply.
A few days later I heard from her.
I opened the first JPEG file and there beaming at me in close up was very pretty lady, freckled, green eyes, short auburn hair, and all of her teeth. The second picture was of her in a blue sundress and a large straw hat. She looked as fresh as a spring day. I could tell that she wasn\'t lying about being proportional in height and weight. She definitely wasn\'t overweight and had a nice bust line. From the photos, she was a knockout!
What followed was about two months of daily e-mail exchanges, telling each other all about ourselves. What we did for a living (I\'m a financial advisor a.k.a. an insurance agent and she\'s the assistant principal of a junior high school); what we like to drink (I\'m a scotch man, she likes white wine and martinis); what our favorite foods are (I\'m partial to shrimp and steaks, she\'s a seafood freak, but enjoys a steak now and then too); how many kids we have (I have none, she has two daughters); what happened to our marriages (her ex-husband was convicted of embezzling company funds and is now doing time); we exchanged medical reports documenting that neither of us carried VD. She never would tell me where she actually lived or what her full name was; said she had to be careful because of her job in a small community.
However the photographs we exchanged barred it all. In one series, she was naked with a lot of other naked people. No one was trying to be particularly sexy, just naked. She said the group photos were taken at a resort near Tampa. Sandy was definitely someone I wanted to press fresh with in person rather than in cyberspace.
Finally we agreed to meet for dinner in Gainesville, Florida. I drove down on a Saturday when the Gators were out of town, and checked in at the Marriot. At the appointed hour I strode into the designated dinner club and selected a table where I could watch for her when she arrived.
Waiting for her, I was as nervous as a homeless tomcat. As the minutes ticked by, my apprehensions increased. I fretted over whether my new suit was stylish enough or if my shirt and tie matched properly. Did I have case of halitosis? Was my hair decent? (It\'s closely cropped so I don\'t know why I fretted over that.) Did I have B.O.? Then as the appointed hour arrived and passed with no Sandy, I imagined all sorts of things, namely that she was a no-show and that the whole e-mail thing was someone\'s idea of a joke.
Having nothing better to do, I waited. When she walked in, I recognized her immediately. Dressed in a slinky green dress that very nicely accentuated her womanly charms, any initial misgivings on my part evaporated. Maybe it was the short skirt that emphasized her long, shapely legs, but live and in person, she was much more attractive than her photographs.
\Wow!\ I uttered under my breath. Gathering my cool, I rose from my table and greeted her at the hostess station.
\Sandy?\
\Hello Matt,\ she greeted with a smile and flash of her green eyes. \Sorry I\'m late, but.\
\No need to apologize. You are well worth the wait.\
I don\'t recall a thing about what I ate that night, or any of the small talk we made while eating, but do recall being smitten like never before. Whereas she was witty and absolutely charming, I just sort of drooled.
I tired my best not be too Neanderthal-like and struggled not to stare, but the plunging neckline of her dress continuously drew my attention to her cleavage. If that wasn\'t enough to hold my gaze, her nipples, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, were clearly outlined. I think I had a hard-on throughout the entire meal.
After dinner, we danced. Holding her close to me, I nuzzled into her fragrant hair as she pressed her bosoms into my chest. During our second dance, my right hand wandered down her back to her hips. Subtly I felt around. I couldn\'t detect anything underneath. Holding her to me, she ground herself into my prodigious stiffy, taking her own measure of what I had to offer. On our third dance, my hand slid up her thigh and into the slit up the side of her dress. She made no effort to remove it. Next dance my hand went deeper into the slit, coming to rest on her bare bum. When that dance was over, she looked up at me with a saucy smirk and said, \Your place or mine?\
\Does it matter?\
\Well, a girl likes to be near her stuff and I didn\'t bring much in my purse.\
\Okay, by me. I don\'t need a damned thing.\
\Not even me?\ she teased.
\Oh, I need you all right. C\'mon. Let\'s get a cab.\
As we had arranged, she was also staying at the Marriot, so that made it very convenient. On the ride back to the hotel, she made it apparent that she was as hot to fuck as I was. She had my cock out in no time and if it weren\'t such a short drive, I\'m sure she would have gone down on me in the backseat of the cab. I had to scramble to get my pants fastened when the cab arrived. The cabbie grinned and gave me a wink as I handed him a sawbuck for the five-minute ride.
Walking through the lobby, all eyes seemed to be watching the stunning red head by my side as she strutted to the elevators. Either that or they were looking at my open fly as my damned zipper had jammed.
The door to her room had barely closed when she put her hands around my neck and drew me into a smoldering kiss. Our tongues danced and our hands roamed across each other. Despite the lustful passion, we controlled ourselves and simply stood smooching for five or ten minutes near the door.
When we finally broke for air, I looked down into her incredible green eyes, amazed that I was in the arms of this incredibly sexy, very desirable woman. I had already unzipped the back of her dress and once I slipped the straps off her shoulders, the dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. There, but for her jewelry and high heels, she stood next to me completely naked.
With a sly smile, she kicked the dress to the side, and began removing my tie. Getting me undressed took a lot more time. First the tie, then the shirt buttons, then the jacket followed by the shirt that was underlain by a t-shirt. I managed to kick off my shoes before my trousers joined the rest of my new suit on the floor. Sandy knelt to remove each sock, then looking up at me, she unsnapped my boxers and allowed them to freefall to my feet.
I stepped out of my boxers and she ran her hands up my thighs and began kissing her way up my leg to my eagerly awaiting cock. She took her time, nuzzling into my ball sack and rubbing her face across my seeping penis. Then looking up at me, her eyes locked to mine, she began laying kisses along my swollen erection. For several minutes she teased my dick and balls with her tongue and lips before she ever started mouthing my glans. It was only when she took my dick head between her full lips did we break eye contact, and then only because my eyes rolled up into the back of my head.
Slowly she worked my dick into her mouth, all the while licking at the underside with her tongue. When I finally looked down, she must have had half of it in her mouth. Our eyes locked again and like a snake swallowing a rabbit, she took me to the root. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair and still she maintained eye contact. It felt absolutely incredible! Never before had a woman taken me orally like this. She swallowed, her throat constricting around my hard cock, massaging my organ, causing me to groan in appreciation.
Locking her lips tightly around my shaft, she pulled up, drawing my cock crown from deep within her throat to her mouth until she held the glans once again between her lips. Then, she drove it down into her esophagus again to massage it with the walls of her throat, before locking her lips and slowly withdrawing, suctioning me in the process.
\I\'m gonna cum,\ I groaned in warning. \I\'m gonna cum.\
Sandy let my wet dick slip from between her lips momentarily replying huskily, \Then cum Baby, cum,\ before taking me fully again.
I tried my best to stave off the inevitable, but to no avail. Soon I found myself standing on the balls of my feet, my legs quivering, as my nuts churned. Consumed with exquisite anguish, I erupted. She seemed to take no notice other than pull off far enough so that I shot off in her mouth and not directly down her gullet. As my balls unloaded, the intensity of my pleasure caused me to cry out, \Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!\ as my semen copiously gushed forth into her voracious mouth. She fully inhaled my pulsating cock again and I grunted, \Ughn! Ughn! Ughn!\ to the final weakened contractions that took place deep in her milking throat.
Pulling my dick back into her mouth, she swiped my now supersensitive head with her tongue, causing me to twitch and jerk in response to each delightfully wicked lash of her talented lingual digit.
Showing me a measure of mercy, she allowed my now semi-erect cock to momentarily escape from her wet warmth of her mouth. I expected her to stand up and lead me to her bed, but instead she continued to slather all over my cock and balls until I was dripping with her saliva. Once she had me hard again, she rocked back on her heels, letting my renewed erection to audibly pop from her mouth.
\Mmm hmm,\ she said, sighing contentedly as she stood. \You\'ve got such a nice dick, Matt. A very, very nice dick.\
\Thanks,\ I managed to mutter. \You\'ve got a nice mouth.\
She didn\'t reply, but stood before me, hefting up her ample tits, squeezing her perky dark red nipples in an unmistakable offering. \You like my boobs? \
\Damned right I like your boobs.\
\You don\'t think they\'re too little?\
They certainly weren\'t EE\'s or even DD\'s monster hooters, but too little? Not by a long shot. Her firm orbs where more than a handful, but without a hint of sag. \Hell, they\'re magnificent!\
\Thanks, I thought you\'d might like them,\ she said with an impish grin.
\Oh yeah,\ I mumbled as my face descended to her tit flesh.
I didn\'t go straight for the nips, but rather licked and nibbled at her soft, yet firm globes, laying kisses all cross the expanse of her breasts while she held them in offering to my lips. When I did flick her dark red, pebble-sized areola with its crowning, proudly stiff nipple with my tongue, she jerked. I realized that like my ex-wife Helen, Sandy had in those compact nips a concentration of nerve endings that could induce an orgasm if properly stimulated.
Concentrating on getting her off with a tit-job, I slathered and slobbered away like she had slathered and slobbered at my cock. I wasn\'t wrong in my estimation of the sensitivity of her mammaries and after a good working over, she began to swoon and then gasp for breath.
Groaning as the orgasmic pleasure swept over her, her knees began to buckle. I had to hold her up to keep her from crumpling to the floor. As long as she trembled and shook in my arms, I relentlessly suckled and bit at her teats until she grabbed my head and forced me away from her now too tender flesh.
We kissed passionately for a few moments before I swept her up in my arms and carried to her bed. The bed had already been turned down earlier by housekeeping and laying her on the fresh sheets I gazed down at my prize. Smiling up at me with a very contented look, she was protectively covering her tits from any further stimulation.
Grasping her left foot, I removed her shoe. As sexy as they were, I didn\'t want those spiked things digging into me when I fucked her. Then I removed the right one. Holding her right foot in my hand, I began kissing her foot. Once again our eyes locked as I took her big toe into my mouth and I began lovingly sucking on it. Sandy closed her eyes; relishing the sensations of the toe-job I gave her. After each delectable digit had been properly caressed, I began my slow kissing-march up her leg towards the grand prize.
I kissed and nibbled and sucked at the silky skin on the inside of her leg, taking it slowly, building the sexual tension. When I arrived at her shaved crotch, I bypassed her fragrant and juicy pussy for the moment and instead kissed her up through her trimmed bush to her belly button and then kissed down again to the left leg. Raising her leg, I kissed all around the inside of her thigh and along the crease on the backside where her thigh joined her buttocks. Finally I returned to kiss her sweet pudenda, relishing the headily divine scent of her arousal.
On my third trip around her smooth fleshly vulva, I took the opportunity to press my nose along her heavenly slit, eliciting a moan of approval from my new lover. I nuzzled into her wet folds to press my nose against the nub of her hooded but hard little clit. Only after rubbing my nose in and all along her cunt did I bring my tongue into play, licking up her passion trench with the flat of my tongue, raking up a good measure of her succulent juices for my own pleasure. As I expected, she tasted heavenly, musky and salty, not bland at all, pure woman.
Orally I gave her as good as she had given me, scouring her cunt with my tongue and sucking on the swelling folds of her inner lips until they were fully engorged with blood and protruded from her cunt. Only after a through working-over of her entire pussy did I finally settle in on her clit. By that time, she was so aroused that it only took a few minutes of strategic tongue play to bring her off.
Using a technique I learned from a lady back home, I pressed my fingers into the area between her vagina and anus while I lashed her clit at the one o\'clock position. As her nervous system shorted out, her legs snapped shut around my head and I found it difficult to breathe, but I stayed in there, flicking her clit while she experienced an intense orgasm.
I couldn\'t hear anything with the thigh-muffs clamped tightly over my ears, but I felt the violent contractions she was experiencing as she twisted and turned, futilely attempting to dislodge my locked-in head from her groin. Sandy finally managed to rip away from me, curling up into a ball, quaking with the continuous after shocks of her mega-orgasm.
Sitting up, my face was drenched with her moisture. Taking the opportunity, I ran my fingers up her ass crack and paused to toy with her anus. She didn\'t object to my gentle probing, and I knew that tonight, anything was possible with this babe. Pulling my finger from her ass, I got up and looked in my coat pocket for my stash of rubbers that I had brought for the occasion.
Watching her as she slowly recovered from her pleasureful ordeal, I jacked my cock to a full erection before rolling a condom over my dick. She rolled over, looking at me with a dreamy-dazed look on her pretty face. She opened her eyes and studied the eight-inch cock that was about to probe and explore the inner depths of her sex. Her winsome smile, changed into a frown. \Do you have to use that?\ she whined reprovingly.
\What? What\'s the matter?\
\The condom. Have you had sex with anyone since your medical?\
\Well, I.\
\Unprotected sex. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?\
\No? Have you?\
\No. Take it off. We\'re both safe and my tubes are tied,\ said matter-of-factly.
\You want me to fuck you bareback?\
Her voice oozing with lust she answered, \Oh yes. I want to feel you cum inside me.\
Oh yeah! Sounded good to me!
\Okay, Baby. Bareback fucking it is,\ I replied flippantly, ripping off the offending latex barrier, trusting that I wouldn\'t regret this action later on.
She stopped me just as I began to mount her. \No, lie on your back,\ she said directing me into the position she wanted for our first copulation of the evening. She got up and rummaged through a bag she had near her bed and pulled out several clear cylindrical tubes. Selecting one with the largest diameter, she lubricated it and rolled a rubber ring onto it.
\What in hell\'s that?\ I asked as she slipped the tube over my dick.
\Well, you know those vacuum pumps some guys have to use?\
\I don\'t have that problem,\ I replied defensively.
\I know. I can see that. But the ring,\ she said as she slipped the ring off the tube and around the base of my cock, \the secret is in the ring. It prevents blood from escaping. You can still cum, but you won\'t get soft. Not until we remove the ring.\
\What do you mean?\
\You\'ve never used a cock ring? It\'ll keep your erection until we take it off.\
\Won\'t that cause gangrene?\ I asked in alarm.
\Only if you leave it on all night. We\'ll take it off after an hour, hour and a half or so, give it rest and do it again. That is. if you\'re up for it,\ she added with a sexy smile, full of lust and anticipation. \If not, I can vacuum pump you hard again and again.\
\'An hour, an hour and a half or so?\' I thought. \'She wants me to fuck her for an hour or more nonstop, give it a rest and do it again?\' \Holy smokes! I didn\'t know you could do that?\
\Sure you can,\ she said with a wink \Matt, you have a wonderful cock. I haven\'t had a nice cock like yours in a long time and I want to make the most of every minute with you.\
\Okay Baby, climb aboard,\ I said in semi-disbelief. To my amazement, my cock seemed to be bigger than normal and the thick blue veins just under the skin looked like they were ready to burst.
She placed the plastic tube on the nightstand. After giving the tip of my dick another wet sloppy kiss, she straddled me. Smiling down at me, she grasped my cock. Aiming it, she lowered herself onto my steely erection. We were both very wet from our seepages and I watched as my cock head pushed apart her swollen cuntal lips as the head began to penetrate.
\God, you\'re big,\ she gasped as lowered herself another half inch, just enough to for the rim of my cock to disappear into her. By this time, her cunt lips were stretched so tightly around my cock, that they seemed almost translucent.
Grimacing, she lowered herself a little more. She was tight and I assumed that this was going to take a little while, so I laid back and studied her naked form. So far I hadn\'t really gotten to study her body nude and I wasn\'t disappointed. Her freckled tits were a delight to behold; firm and not too large, they stood from her chest in total defiance of gravity. Her nipples were hard and jutted out proudly from the puffy rise of her areolas. Evenly bronzed, it was apparent she sunned herself in the buff.
Scanning down her torso, my eyes settled on her deep navel and the sexy little abdominal fold that seemed to bisect it. Her narrow waist showed no signs of flabbiness before it flared into her hips. Again, there was no hint of a tan line about her hips.
Squatting over me, impaling herself on my rigid prong, I could see that her tanned legs were well toned. Up and down, my wandering eyes soaked in the beauty of her perfect body as she worked her tight cunt over my unbelievably hard dick. She was about halfway down when I noticed that with her cunt stretched around my cock, that her clit was somewhat distorted but in plain view.
Reaching up, I moved my right hand up to cover her breast. The nipple hardened against my palm as I massaged in slow circles. She really liked that, rubbing herself against my hand whenever I stopped for a moment. After a few minutes of nipple stimulation, my left hand found her clit. Her eyes shot open as my finger rubbed around the base of the raised button in a little circle. Around and around I went and I was having an effect. With my right fingertips, I gently pinched a nipple and pulled. Sandy\'s head flew back and she drove the remainder of my cock into her to the base. I could feel her helplessly stretched cunt muscles contracting around my dick and she made a curious \'gaking\' sound as her belly undulated with orgasmic shudders.
The spasmodic motions faded and she looked back down at me with a dazed look. By now her entire body was coated with a sheen of sweat, causing her body to seemingly glow in the soft light. A grin formed at the corners of her full lips, and then she leaned forward, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. For a moment or two she was nearly motionless as she kissed me, her pussy adjusting to the girth of my cock.
\Oh, Baby, you feel so damned good,\ she murmured before sitting back up right. Smiling down at me, she began by grinding my cock into her just a little deeper. Slowly she raised herself up until the rim of my cock head peaked out from her cunt only to disappear again as she lowered herself. Sandy leaned forward again, supporting herself by placing her hands on my shoulders. Then she began fucking herself and fucking me in earnest. With measured strokes she used my dick to stimulate her G. Soon she was convulsing on my cock again. This time, her orgasm triggered my second orgasm and I pumped a good load into her welcoming cunt.
\Yes, baby!\ she cried as she felt my cock pulsating, \Cum in my pussy baby, cum in my pussy! Oh yes, baby, that\'s it, cum in me, cum in meeeeeee!\ She continued to fuck me and as my cum began seeping out of her cunthole, wet squishing sounds filled the room as we mated.
She was right, I had no problem cumming and to my delight, my cock stayed nice and hard as ever as we continued to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck. After a good thirty minutes or more, she had exhausted herself doing deep-knee bends and lurched off to one side. I wasn\'t exhausted and hopped between her legs.
Placing her ankles over my shoulders, I squatted in her crotch and pulled her onto my hard cock. Leaning forward and holding my weight off of her with my arms, I began giving her a good screwing. The bed thumped against the wall and my swinging nut sack slapped her ass as I pummeled her eager pussy. I\'m sure that there was quite a racket in the adjoining room, but no one protested and I didn\'t care.
All the while that I fucked her, she softly murmured her encouragement to \keep fucking me, Baby.Yes, that\'s soooo gooood.Fuck me, please fuck me.Harder baby, harder.Yesssssss.ohhhhhhh, fuck meeeee,\ and other such words of support between her orgasms that seemed to followed one after the other. I thought that she might tire of the pounding, but she showed no signs of having had too much dick until she finally gasped, \Stop, Baby, stop.\
I pulled my cock from her pulsating needy hole thinking that she\'d had enough and moved off the side. Too my surprise, she wasn\'t done, not by a long shot. Sandy rolled over and hiked her ass in the air.
\Fuck me, Baby,\ she cooed wiggling her ass.
Fine by me! I squatted behind her, straddling her backside and my turgid member found its target, sliding effortlessly up her hot snatch. Relishing the feel of my dick up her tight snatch, I remained relatively motionless. She didn\'t. She began rotating her hips and in the process fucked herself on my cock again. I added a reciprocating motion to her hip rotation. The position forced my cock head to rub hard against the fore-wall of her vagina and by doing so, massaged her G with every stroke. Wasn\'t long before her cunt was spasmodically squeezing my dick again.
After five minutes or so, my legs began to tie, so I changed positions slightly. Kneeling between her legs, I continued to fuck her from behind. We changed positions every five minutes or so after that and fucked in ways I\'d never fucked before.
Eventually, I needed a rest, but she was going strong, bouncing on my prick like it was a pogo stick. \Enough!\ I begged, but she didn\'t hear me. \Take it easy Baby! You\'ll break it!\ I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off of me. \Stop! For god\'s sake stop for a minute!\
Laughing she said, \Okay, okay, I can take a hint!\ I moved her to the side and let her plop onto the bed. \That was great!\ she said to the ceiling. \Oh, I like you mister! You\'re my kind of lover.\
\Damn, I think it\'s going fall off!\ I whined looking at the raw purplish pole that was my cock.
\Oh, don\'t be such a Baby!\ she said succinctly.
\Really, I\'ve never gone that long before at one time. Jesus, I\'m still hard!\
\Here, we better let that horse have a rest,\ she said with an impish grin. She picked up the bottle of lube from the nightstand and greased up the latex ring that was snug around the base of my cock. Gently she pushed it up and eventually off my cock. I could clearly see the reddish ring around the base of my dick where the constricting band had been. Moments later, my erection began to flag and after a few minutes it was limper than I can ever recall.
I needed to pee and went to relieve myself. My poor pecker ached a little, but a quick inspection revealed no abrasions. All seemed well in the penis department. When I returned she was just putting the telephone receiver down. With great interest I watched her firm buns flex as she sauntered into the bath. Damn, she had a dynamite body!
I lay back onto the bed, wondering if I could make through until tomorrow, when I heard the sound of running water. A few minutes later, she came out, walking to door, presumably make sure that locks were secure. She turned, struck a pose with one knee bent and her toe pointed downward and asked, \Want to join me?\
I\'m no fool and didn\'t need to be asked twice. Sandy had the oversized Jacuzzi tub filled, capped with a generous layer of bubbles on the surface. I hadn\'t had a bubble bath since I was a little kid. She stepped in the hot soapy water and I followed. Once we were settled in with her more or less in my lap, she turned the jet-pumps on. The hot swirling water felt divine. Leaning back into me, I cupped her two heavenly orbs. Truly I had died and gone to heaven!
We languished in the swirling bath for a long time, me feeling her up, she feeling me up. Suddenly there was racket and startled, I nearly came out of my skin! With mouth agape, I watched as the room-service guy, wheeled in a cart with a bottle of champagne! He was obviously a bit nervous about it as well, thinking that somehow his orders had gotten twisted in translation.
\Oh, goody!\ exclaimed Sandy with clear excitement. \I\'m so thirsty! Would you please open the bottle and pour us a glass?\
\Uh, yes Ma\'am,\ answered the nervous porter. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses of bubbly, struggling the entire time pay attention to what he was doing.
\Ma\'am. Sir,\ he said handing the glasses to us. \Will there be anything else?\
\Oh, yes! I almost forgot!\ With that Sandy rose from bath, bubbles streaming off her body. She stepped to the vanity and picked up a bill to tip the astonished man. Handing the bill to him she said curtly, \Thank you.\
The guy was definitely not looking at her face when he accepted his tip. \Uh, thank you, Ma\'am. Thank you. If you need anything else, ask for Ricardo.\
\Okay, Ricardo,\ she said grinning in total amusement at the poor guy\'s plight.
Ricardo lingered a moment before reluctantly turning away and exiting her hotel room. Laughing she returned to bath. \Did you see his face?\ she chortled. \And look at you! I honestly don\'t know which of you were more surprised!\
\Jesus, Sandy! Why didn\'t you tell me?\
\Tell you what?\ she asked, her eyes bright with laughter.
\That you\'re an exhibitionist.\
\Oh, yes you do! You know that I\'m a nudist. Besides, what\'s the harm? Gave him a thrill. Didn\'t it? You know, in a minute, he\'ll be yaking it up with buddies about the naked lady covered in bubbles and they won\'t believe him.\
\I don\'t know about that. Those guys have probably seen it all.\
\Well, I do hope that I brightened up his evening.\
\I\'m not sure if brightening is the correct term.\
\You think he\'ll have to find a place to relieve himself?\
\God, you\'re bad!\ I laughed. \And I mean that as a compliment.\
\I\'m only bad in good ways,\ she replied with an impish grin.
The water had cooled off appreciably by the time we finished our bottle and rising from the Jacuzzi we headed into the walk in shower to rinse off the suds. We were both squeaky clean from the languorous bath, but that didn\'t stop the playful exploration of the other\'s body, the play culminating with Sandy on her knees sucking life back into my willing tool.
\Oh shit Baby,\ I groaned as she pleasured me greatly while the water cascaded over us. \You really know how to suck a guy\'s cock!\
\Thanks,\ she mumbled around my thickening dick. Once I was good and hard again, she stood up and kissed me, grinding her abdomen into my hard-on in manner that left no illusions as to what she had in mind.
\Ya wanna fuck, lady?\ I hissed.
\Yeah, mister, I wanna fuck! Do you?\
Back in the sack, we were barely damp dry as she once again rolled the latex ring off the plastic cylinder and around the base of my dick. After lubing up my entire cock, we were back at it like a couple of rabbits, screwing like it was going to be the last screw of our lives.
By the time I pulled off exhausted an hour or so later, it was well past one AM. We were both drenched once again in sweat. After I had caught my breath I asked her, \Can you get this off for a while?\
\Sure. You really don\'t want to leave it on too long at one time.\
\How long is too long/\
\I dunno. Three, four hours.\
\Who could screw for four hours?\
\I don\'t know if anyone could screw that long non-stop. We could try,\ she quipped, \but the big danger is if you fell asleep with a cock ring like that on your dick. Acts like a tourniquet. By the time you woke up, your dick would have died and you\'d have to have it cut off!\
\Ouch! Just the thought makes me cringe.\
\Then never leave one of these things on too long. An hour or so is enough at one time.\
With the blood flow restored and my cock safely in recovery mode, we lounged about. I must have dozed off, but she nudged me and purred, \Plenty of time for that later. Say, you want have a little fun?\
I didn\'t think it was possible to have any more fun than I was having. Nonetheless I was game. \Sure. What do you have in mind?\
\Want another bottle of champagne?\
\You are bad!\
Grinning wickedly, Sandy picked up the phone and dialed room service. \Is Ricardo there?\ she asked businesslike. Her face brightened. \Ricardo? Hi! Remember me? Room 615?. You do? Well, we need another bottle of Korbel. If we\'re busy and don\'t answer, just come on in like before. Thanks.In about twenty minutes? Oh, that\'d be perfect!\
Hauling me off the shower, she rinsed off the newest coating of grime. This time she was fingering my ass. Not in a serious way, but testing the waters so to speak. I didn\'t object, but was disappointed that she stopped and turned off the water. We dried off as best we could with the damp towels at our disposal. Back in the sack, she directed me to lie flat on my back, catty-corner to the bed with my feet hanging off the edge.
\Comfy?\ she asked with practiced innocence.
\Yeah. Now just what do you have in mind?\
Sandy didn\'t answer but instead straddled my head, facing my feet and lowered her swollen pussy to my face. I didn\'t need any further instructions and lapped at her offered cunt, still wet and filled with my cum. She ground her crotch into my face for four minutes or so before leaning forward to take my flaccid cock between her talented lips. I didn\'t stay flaccid for long.
We were leisurely eating each other when I heard the soft rapping on the door. I expected her to get off and just let the guy see us in bed. She didn\'t get off. After another soft knock, I heard the door opening and the rattle of the cart entering the room. I couldn\'t see a thing, but I did hear a male voice exclaim, \God damn!\ in a muted voice.
Sandy stopped sucking my dick. I stopped too out of curiosity at how this little drama would play out. I was shocked when I felt her take my cock into her mouth again.
\God damn!\ said the voice in a low voice.
Sandy released my cock. \Be dear and open that for us,\ she said nonchalantly.
\Yes, Ma\'am,\ he croaked. While the poor bastard opened the champagne bottle, she resumed fellatio on me. With her cunt still in my face I couldn\'t see him, but I sensed his presence near the foot of the bed. No doubt he had a grand view of what she was doing to my cock. Suddenly she rose and sat upright, grinding her crotch in my face. I could only imagine what Ricardo was thinking.
Suddenly she rose from the bed and went to the dresser to get the guy a tip. Ricardo had a wild look on his face and the way he was rubbing the crotch of his trousers, he was aroused plenty. She stayed at the dresser for several moments longer than necessary, giving Ricardo a good look at her bare backside. Turning, she strode up to him with the tip in her hand. Ricardo\'s eyes scanned up and down her nude body. He was still rubbing his crotch when she stood near him and offered him the ten-dollar tip. Poor bastard, he didn\'t know what to do. If he followed his instincts, he knew he might get fired. But to stand and observe, no one could blame him for that.
Placing her hand on the bulge in his pants she offered, \You need some help with that?\
\God damn lady. I could get fired for this.\
\For what?\ she asked musingly. \All you have to do is stand there until you\'re dismissed.\
\Yes, Ma\'am.\
I had already figured out that my date for tonight was wilder than anyone I had ever met before. Wilder than any woman I had ever imagined being. But when she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, I was completely blown away.
With his dick out, I expected her to blow him, but again she surprised me as it became apparent that she intended to masturbate him. She had his dick with her thumb under the cock tube and three fingers on top, jacking him off furiously. It pleased me that he wasn\'t as well hung as I was, not that he had anything to be ashamed of; he was amply endowed. Ricardo stood stiffly, his hands uselessly dangling at his side, his unseeing eyes gazing at me.
I sat up and moved to get a better view of what was happening. Good thing I moved when I did, because with a grunt, Ricardo shot a rope of cum that splashed between her tits. The second shot landed on her right tit and she directed the third onto her left. The final spurts lacked projection and landed on the carpeting.
Having gotten him off, Sandy put his pecker back in his pants and zipped him up. I figured that the show was over and that she\'d dismiss him, but once she stood up, she looked down at the mess covering her tits.
\Is this yours Ricardo?\ she asked coyly.
\Yes, Ma\'am,\ he whispered.
\Don\'t you think you should wipe it off?\
\Yes, Ma\'am.\ Clearly flummoxed, Ricardo picked up a towel from the service cart.
\You don\'t need that,\ she said softly. \Just wipe it off with your hand.\
With slightly trembling hands, Ricardo set about fulfilling her request. \ Mais Dios,\ he muttered over and over as he rubbed his sperm into her tits. Whatever trepidation he had had quickly vanished. His perfect English vaporized into Spanish mumbling while she allowed him to feel her up for several minutes. I only caught a few words, \pechuas bonita\ and \buena puta\, but I got the idea. When he began tweaking her nips, she moaned, thrusting her chest forward in an unmistakable act of approval.
Muttering in Spanish, Ricardo rubbed and tweaked until she threw her head back and began trembling. I thought she might fall, so I moved in behind her to hold her up while Ricardo continued to torment her teats and gave her the pleasure she sought. When she\'d had enough, she twisted away from us and sank to the floor.
Ricardo and I looked at each other and then down at the incredibly horny woman who for the moment was prostrate at our feet. Ricardo looked pleadingly at me, the unspoken question clearly understood. I looked down and figured, \'What the hell?\'
Retrieving one of my unused rubbers from the nightstand, I handed the foil packet to Ricardo. In less than a minute, he had his pants down, rubber on and was mounting Sandy on the floor.
\Matt?\ she squeaked with apprehension.
\It\'s okay, baby. He\'s got a rubber on.\
\Oh.okay,\ she replied. A moment later she grunted as he pushed into her.
Ricardo didn\'t show a whole lot of technique, but under the circumstances, who could blame him? I sat on the bed and watched her lock her long legs around his waist while his brown hairy ass moved up and down in the age-old in-and-out. He never varied his pace or his stroke, but simply fucked her for his own pleasure. I figured we might be there all night, considering that he\'d just cum and possibly had jacked off earlier. Much to my surprise, he didn\'t last too terribly long, but then again, fifteen minutes of energetic pumping is not too bad either.
I had fantasized about moments like this, and much as I had imagined, it fired up my testosterone-fortified libido. By the time Ricardo had finished, I had a first class raging erection. With a wave of my hand, I dismissed him. Before he had his shirttails tucked in and his pants zipped up, I had a cock ring on. I picked Sandy off the floor, and placed her with her ass at edge of the bed, lifted and supported by two pillows. Grabbing both ankles, I spread her wide and skewered her wanton cunt.
I was banging away for several minutes before I heard the door close behind me. I must have already cum three times that night and such was the state of my excitement that I quickly approached the point of no return. I wasn\'t ready to cum, not yet. I knew that if I blew this load, nothing could prevent me from passing out for the night, so I pulled off.
I had a burning thirst and through the fog of sexual passion I remembered that we had a full bottle of champagne to drink. Pouring two glasses, I returned to Sandy still sprawled out on top of the two pillows with her pussy gaping open. Seeing the offered refreshment, Sandy managed to sit up. At this point she looked like hell, with her hair sticking out wildly and makeup smeared.
I patted her hair down as she took a sip. \Oh god, I must look a mess,\ she ruefully said. Getting up, she went into the bath. \I do look like hell!\ she called out. \Give me a minute.\
\Sure thing, Babe.\
A few minutes later, she came with her face repaired. I must admit she looked a whole lot better.
Sandy poured herself another glass and then sat at the edge of the bed, sipping her drink. She looked at me questioningly. \I bet you think I\'m a slut.\
\Well, I didn\'t say that.\
\But you think it. You think I\'m a total slut? Is that why you let Ricardo fuck me?\
\Well, I.I thought that you wanted it. I made sure he had a rubber.\
\Thanks, I appreciate that. But you still haven\'t answered me.\
\What?\
\Do you think I\'m a slut?\
\Well, yeah.\
\Does that repulse you?\
\No. You\'re the most beautiful woman I\'ve ever been with. You\'re also the wildest woman I ever been with. You didn\'t want Ricardo to fuck you?\
She giggled and shrugged, \Yeah, I did. Thanks for looking out after me.\
\You\'re welcome.\
\I guess I am a slut,\ she bemoaned. \Always have been. I don\'t know if I was born this way or made this way. I think maybe, it was a little of both.\
\Hey, it\'s okay with me.\
\Guys can be notorious horn dogs, but girls, girls who love sex, they\'re looked down upon. \'Stud\', now that word has a positive image, doesn\'t it? But \'slut\', that word has only negative connotations. It\'s not fair. It\'s not fair to be looked down upon just because you\'re a girl and act on your natural urges and desires.\
\Guess you\'re right. I never thought of it like that before.\
\So, do I disgust you? Repulse you?\
\No, not at all. You\'re one sexy lady. Fun too!\
\Oh, you\'re just saying that,\ she sobbed.
Next moment, I had a crying woman on my hands. I\'ve always hated that. I never known what to say or how to make it better, and this moment was no exception. Maybe I shouldn\'t have let Ricardo screw her, but she seemed okay with it, after all, she was teasing the hell out the poor guy. Sheesh, after jacking him off and having him rub his sperm into her tits, what was I to think? That she wanted to go to church?
While she sobbed I just dumbly held her, not knowing what else to do. One thing that I learned over the years was if I didn\'t know what to say to an emotional woman, it was best not to say anything at all. While I held her to my shoulder, I couldn\'t help but notice my engorged cock, standing ready if and when I need it. Then it came to me like a creeping, misty dawn. I didn\'t know if it would help or not, but, what the hell. \Sandy, look. My dick\'s all ready and has no place to go. It\'d be a shame to let this go to waste.\
She sniffed a few times and lifted her head from my shoulders. I grabbed my stiff rod and wiggled it around and in a falsetto voice called, \Yoo hoo! Sandy! Sandy! I want to play with you! Do you want to play with meeee?\
She sniffed and then started chuckling, whipping her tears away and in the process smearing her makeup again. It seemed to be working so I pressed on.
\I want to fuck you Sandy! I want to fuck your sweet pussy!\
Still bleary-eyed, her faint smile let me that it was really working.
\I want to fuck you in the ass!\ I squeaked.
Her smile faded. Sandy looked at me icily and I was certain I had stepped over the line. Her stern demeanor suddenly melted into a wicked smile. \I was hoping you\'d want to do that,\ she said in low voice.
\You do?\ I said incredulously.
\God yes!\ She wiggled around a little and casting her eyes down like she was embarrassed or something. She add, \My poor pussy is so sore right now and I do love a good butt fucking! But please, take it nice and slow.\ She bounced off the bed and rummaged through her bag of toys. \Here, use this first.and before you do me, make sure we\'re both greased up good.\
Astonished at my good fortune, I looked at the pink torpedo shaped vibrator. It wasn\'t nearly as big as my cock, but it would do the trick. She hopped up on the bed, positioned the two pillows under her hips, reached back and spread apart her ass cheeks. I remember thinking, \'Jesus, this girl is something else!\'
With a fist full of toys and lube, I got in behind her. Her puckered little brown star looked so inviting, and figuring that she was bound to be pretty clean after our bubble bath and a couple of showers, I did something I\'ve never had the courage nor desire to do before. Leaning forward, I kissed her anus.
It wasn\'t gross at all, so I licked at it tentatively. Soon I was tracing the Greek alphabet over her hole with my tongue. From the moans and groans coming from her other end, I knew that she liked it. To my surprise, I liked it too. Before long I was performing analingus on her with gusto, thrusting into her hole, rimming her butt out like it was her vagina and not her asshole.
My tongue began to tire, so I lubed up my middle finger and pushed it in as far as I could get it. Sandy merely grunted softly, so I continued to finger her ass. Soon I had two fingers and then three inside her, her anal ring stretching easily to accommodate me. I pulled my fingers out and ran the vibrator up her ass. She squealed with delight when I turned the thing on. For a minute or two, I slowly fucked her with the buzzing toy.
With one hand directing the vibrator, I used the other to apply a generous portion of lube to her ass. After working a good portion into her ass, I slopped a good measure on my dick and coated it thoroughly. Pulling the vibrator from her ass, I positioned my glans against her hole and pushed. Her anus yielded immediately and I popped the crown past her sphincter.
\Unhg!\ she grunted loudly to the intrusion into her ass. \Oh, god Baby,\ she hoarsely whispered, \you\'ve got such a thick dick. Take it slow, take it slow.\
Grabbing her firmly by the hips, I jabbed into her about a half an inch, accompanied by another grunt. Using a very shallow stroke, I began thrusting her butt, giving her about twenty strokes before pushing in a little deeper. Slowly, but surely, I penetrated her backdoor deeper and deeper.
\Oh, yeah, baby,\ she cooed. \That\'s good, soooo gooood!\
Obviously she\'d been sodomized a time or three before, but still, she was tight and I was content to slowly loosen her up. There was no hurry, I still had thirty or forty minutes before I needed to get the cock ring off.
Before I was fully in her, I felt her sphincter muscle appreciably relax. With one last push, I drove the remaining two inches of hard dick deep into her rectum. I ground my cock into her for a moment, then withdrew almost completely.
Again I trust with shallow strokes, counting off nine before I roughly pushed deep into her.
\UUUUUUUUUNNNNHHHH!\ she grunted. \Oh god, yesssssssss!\ she hissed.
Back out for eight shallow strokes before ramming her deeply twice.
\AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH! God damn baby that\'s goooood!\ she moaned while I ground my dick deep into her after the second stroke.
\Oh, oh, oh,\ she whimpered as I counted out the next seven shallow strokes. \UUUUUNNNNHHHH! UUUUUNNNNHHHH! UUUUUNNNNHHHH!\
Six shallow, four deep; five shallow, five deep and so on until I was fucking her butt hard and deep with every thrust into her wanton ass. Once again I was covered in sweat as I labored away, enjoying every minute of it. From the way she was moaning and thrusting her butt back into me with every stroke, it was obvious that she was enjoying the ass-fucking as well.
Her gut was clinching around my pistioning cock as she got off on the anal action. I had no reason what-so-ever in holding back my own orgasm, and as soon as it began to build, I let it come. \I\'m cumming in your ass, slut! I\'m cumming in your fucking ass!\ I hissed.
My poor balls were severely depleted at that time. Even though the orgasm was pleasurable as always, I\'m sure I didn\'t hose her rectum down like I hosed down her mouth and cunt. But still she seemed pleased with what I had to offer. \That\'s it Baby. Cum my ass! Yesss! That\'s it, cum in my ass! Give it to me Baby, oh yes, give it to meeeeee!\
I fucked her for another two or three minutes after cumming. I could have fucked her longer as there was no diminishing of my hard-on, but total fatigue suddenly swept over me and I just sort of slumped over, exhausted.
I had presence of mind to slide the cock ring off and was well on the way to slumberland when Sandy urged me to get up and shower with her.
\I just want to go to sleep.\
\C\'mon big boy. You need a shower.\
\How many fucking showers do I need in one night?\
\Hey, if you want a blowjob first thing in the morning, you need to get cleaned up now.\
\Aw, fuck.I don\'t think I can stand up.\
\You can stand. Now c\'mon, Matt. You\'ve got to get clean.\
Begrudgingly and with great effort, I got up and followed her into the shower. I wasn\'t in any mood to play and just stood while she soaped up my pecker and cleaned herself.
I guess she must have dried me off, because I don\'t remember a thing after that, just the wonderful pleasure of waking up in the morning and cuddling with a naked woman.
\Morning,\ she whispered as my hand raked across her soft breast.
\Morning,\ I lazily replied.
There was no hurry to get up so we just cuddled for a long time. I dozed off again, dreaming vivid dreams. At some point I realized that I wasn\'t dreaming. The pleasurable sensations of having my dick sucked were very real. Still, I didn\'t make any effort to wake up more fully, opting instead to see how long she would suck my semi-flaccid cock while I pretended to snooze.
I didn\'t have long to wait. Being more or less awake, my cock shot to full attention under her expert oral ministrations. Releasing my prick from the moist environs of her mouth, she crawled up my body and maneuvered her cunt over my dick.
\Morning, sleepyhead,\ she teased. \I know you\'re awake.\
Luxuriating in the enveloping warm moistness of her cunt, I lamely replied, \I must\'ve dozed off.\
\You want to sleep some more, or do you want some nookie?\
\Hmmmm, I think I\'m already getting some nookie.\
\Do you like nookie?\
\Oh yes Baby, I like nookie. I love nookie in the morning.\
\Good, because I like sausage in the morning and sausage and nookie go so well together. Don\'t you think?\
\Oh, yeah. They go together perfectly.\
My hips began to move, rotating around under her, stirring my dick in her honey pot.
\Mmmmmm,\ she purred before locking her lips to mine. There was no urgency so we embraced for a long time, smooching while I gently stirred the pot.
It didn\'t surprise me at all when there was a gentle rapping on the door, followed by the sound of the door opening and a breakfast cart being rolled into the room. I was past being concerned about what the room-service guy might think or even whether it was Ricardo or some other guy. Sandy wasn\'t concerned either. She remained on top, legs to either side of me, her cunt in plain sight with my dick buried in it to the balls. She did have presence of mind to rise up a little, get the tip money off the nightstand and hold it out to the porter.
I looked his way as he reached for his tip. It wasn\'t Ricardo, but some young black kid, probably still in his teens, wide eyed at the salacious sight before him. After accepting his tip, he showed no signs of being in a hurry to leave. No doubt he\'d heard about Room 615 and it\'s libertine occupants. Watching him watch us, I began thrusting more vigorously. The kid just stared, not moving a muscle.
Sandy began moaning and her pussy started its now familiar wild contractions around my cock while I thrust up into her. Moments later, I felt my own orgasm building. Fucking her now with a new urgency, I watched the kid watching us screw until wave of release flowed through me. Pulses of sperm spat out of the head of my lust-swollen cock, filling her pussy with my man-milk. Sated, my proud cock began to wither and shortly thereafter it fell from her cunt like a thick limp noodle, followed closely by a stream of milky white semen seeping from her cunt.
Sandy rolled off and onto her back, giving the kid a good frontal view of her body. There was silence for several moments as Sandy and I recovered. Finally after what seemed to be several minutes, the black kid said expectantly, \Will there be anything else?\
Not knowing what she might want, I deferred to Sandy with a nod. She smiled sweetly at him and said, \No. I think that was enough.\
\Yes, Ma\'am,\ said the kid, clearly disappointed. He shuffled back and keeping his eyes on Sandy, backed himself to the door. \Thank you, Ma\'am,\ he whispered before leaving the room.
Turning to me she admonished, \Now who\'s the exhibitionist?\
\Who me?\
\Yeah, you!\
\This is your room, Sandy. I\'m just your guest.\
\Speaking of rooms, it\'ll be checkout time soon. Let\'s eat breakfast, Afterwards, you go check out. If you\'re not in a big rush to get home, I can keep this room and check out later this afternoon. We can stay here until you have to leave.\
\I don\'t have to leave at all.\
\Well, I do, but I\'m less than two hours away from home. So, if you want.\
\Sounds like a good plan to me.\
Enjoying each other\'s company, we stayed until after five PM. I don\'t think she ever got enough, but she said she had to get home. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways, me to Marietta and Sandy to wherever she lived. She never did tell me what town she lived, or even in what direction from Gainesville it was. She also never told me her last name and despite my insistence, she refused to give me a phone number.
I didn\'t make it very far up I-75 in the drizzling rain before fatigue set in. My balls ached like they have never ached before. I was plumb wore out. Just past the Georgia state line, I pulled off and checked into a Motel 6, crashed and then continued on home in the early morning.
That morning, during the remaining drive home, I thought of only one thing, Sandy, the wildest, sexiest, most desirable woman I\'ve ever met. I wanted to see her again, but I had a feeling that I never would.
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