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Movie Night

Shannon was a gorgeous, twenty-five-year-old redhead with a very sexy body. She worked out six days a week and was a very well-disciplined eater. As a result she had a great pair of toned legs, a sexy bubble-butt and a tight, trim waist. Her C-cup breasts were nice and firm and she kept her pussy completely waxed, something that her boyfriend quickly learned to appreciate. She was very much in love with her boyfriend and they talked regularly about moving in together and getting married, even though they had only been seeing each other for a few months.

Shannon was relatively new in town, so she didn’t have too many friends. Over the past couple of months she had been getting closer to one of her coworkers, Linda. Linda was a couple of years younger than Shannon and lived at home with her parents, just like Shannon. She was a beautiful blonde with healthy curves, her body certainly not as tight and toned as Shannon’s, but in no way was it less sexy. She had fairly large D-cup breasts and wide, womanly hips. She, too, had a boyfriend, although she wasn’t nearly as serious about him as Shannon was about her man.

Linda’s parents were going to be out of town for several days. While she would normally invite her boyfriend over so they could take advantage of having the house to themselves, he was out of town as well at a cousin’s wedding. After talking to Shannon, they decided to get together on the Friday night for a girls’ night. The plan was to stay up late watching movies and gossiping, with Shannon spending the night.

After watching the first movie they had rented, they started talking about their boyfriends, and also about their sex lives.

“Chris is actually really good in bed,” Shannon said. “I have an orgasm almost every time.”

“Really?” Linda said. “I’m lucky if Ian can make me cum half the time. What does Chris do that works so well?”

“For starters, he’s well hung,” Shannon explained. “I always used to believe that size didn’t matter, but when we made love the first time I found out how wrong I was.”

“I know what you mean,” Linda said. “My last boyfriend had a really big dick and it was amazing.”

“It’s not just the size, though,” Shannon replied. “He knows how to use it too. You know how most girls say that missionary doesn’t give them enough clitoral stimulation? I don’t know if it’s the angle or what, but he always manages to rub my clit just right.”

“You lucky bitch,” Linda said with a smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s not perfect.”

“Oh really? How so?”

“I wish he would go down on me more often,” Shannon admitted. “I love oral sex so much. I love giving it to him, and I do that at least three or four times a week, but he hardly ever returns the favour.”

“Really? I don’t enjoy it when Ian goes down on me.”

“Maybe he’s just not that good at it,” Shannon said.

“Maybe,” Linda replied. “I guess you can’t expect a guy to know exactly how to go down on a woman.”

“Yeah, I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman go down on me.”

“Hasn’t every woman?” Linda said with a light chuckle. “I’m sure a woman would be much better at it.”

“Nothing beats a hard cock, though,” Shannon added.

“I don’t know, I’d seriously think about giving up guys if I found a woman that was good at eating pussy. Besides, there’s always strap-ons!” Both girls laughed at Linda’s comment.

“Have you ever fooled around with a girl?” Shannon asked.

“No,” Linda replied. “Have you?”

“Once,” Shannon said.

“Really? What did you do?”

“We just kissed a little bit and touched each other.”

“What was it like?” Linda asked.

“It was actually really sexy,” Shannon replied. “It just felt so erotic and taboo.” The room fell silent for a moment, then Linda leaned in and kissed Shannon. Shannon said nothing, choosing instead to return the kiss. Linda stopped for a moment, pulled back, and quickly peeled her shirt off. Her breasts were encased in a simple white bra, and Shannon watched as she now pulled off her pants as well, revealing the matching thong. Shannon reached out and started to gently caress Linda’s breasts.

“You’re right,” Linda said. “This does feel taboo.” With that comment she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, revealing her large breasts. Shannon leaned down to start kissing and sucking them as Linda started to run her hands over Shannon’s chest as well. “I wonder what Chris and Ian would think,” Linda said. She did her best to grope Shannon as she felt her lips on her breasts. Shannon then began to rub Linda’s pussy through her thong, making her moan. “See, who needs a cock?” Linda said with a smile. Shannon pulled Linda’s thong aside and started to lightly finger her pussy. She stopped to pull Linda’s thong off completely, leaving Linda completely naked while she was still fully clothed. “That feels so good,” Linda gasped as Shannon continued to finger her pussy. Shannon stopped to take off her shirt, exposing her perky tits, unencumbered by a bra, then she went back to fingering Linda’s pussy. She stopped again a minute later to pull of her pants, revealing the fact that she hadn’t worn panties either. Linda pushed her back on the couch, then bent down and began kissing all around her inner thighs and stomach. Over the course of the next few minutes she grew bolder until she finally started to lick gently at Shannon’s pussy.

The house was dead silent for the next several minutes with the exception, of course, of the moans coming from both women. Shannon was moaning the most, but Linda was clearly enjoying herself as well. She started to use her fingers as well, doing the same things to Shannon that she knew she would like to have done to her.

“Damn girl!” Shannon said. “You’re fucking good with your tongue!”

“Better than Chris’s big dick?” Linda asked.

“No comment,” Shannon said, laughing. A couple of minutes later she was holding onto Linda’s head and pulling her in, grinding her pussy against her face. “I’m so fucking wet for you!” she said. “That feels incredible!” Her orgasm was fast approaching as Linda showed off her newly-discovered skill. “Fuck!” Shannon screamed. “Oh shit yes! I’m fucking cumming! I’m cumming all over your face!” She finished cumming, then Linda sat back and spread her legs.

“I ate your pussy,” she said. “Now it’s your turn to eat mine.” Shannon got into it quite quickly, eagerly lapping at Linda’s soaking wet pussy.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Shannon said. “It feels so right!” For nearly twenty minutes the house echoed with Linda’s cries as her pussy got fingered and eaten. Eventually she came as well, shouting loudly.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Linda said after her orgasm had subsided. Both girls got up and walked up the stairs and into Linda’s room. Linda led Shannon onto the bed that she had lost her virginity on at age eighteen, and had been fucked on by at least ten other guys since, including her current boyfriend. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, each of them tasting their own juices off the other’s face. They pressed their bodies against each other, almost as though they were both trying to merge with the other.

“This feels so amazing!” Linda said. “You’re so fucking gorgeous!”

“I love every inch of your sexy body,” Shannon said.

“I can’t believe how wet I am! This feels so dirty!”

“Let me see how wet you are. I want to taste that pussy again.”

Linda pushed Shannon onto her back and then turned to straddle her face. She leaned forward and buried her head between Shannon’s legs as both girls started to eat each other out in a sixty-nine position. They both moaned in ecstasy as they ate each other to another orgasm, pussy juices coating each other’s face.

“I want to feel this hot little pussy against mine,” Shannon said. They positioned themselves so their legs were intertwined and moved close to each other, then they began to slowly grind their pussies into each other.

“We’re both so wet!” Linda said, noting the sloppy sound of their soaking pussies rubbing together. The got more and more turned on, grinding their pussies together harder with each passing minute. They each came quite quickly, less than a minute apart, but they continued to grind into each other. “That feels fucking amazing!” Linda moaned. “My pussy is tingling so much!” A couple of minutes later they both came again, this time only twenty or thirty seconds apart.

“I’ve never cum this hard before in my life!” Shannon said. It was only a matter of minutes before they each had a massive orgasm, topping all of the previous ones and cumming at exactly the same time. They both collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, gasping for air for a solid couple of minutes before finally snuggling up face-to-face.

“I think,” Shannon said, brushing her fingers through Linda’s hair, “that we should make a trip to the store. A strap-on would definitely be a lot of fun to experiment with.”

“Maybe the boys would like to join us,” Linda said.

“I’m sure they would,” Shannon replied, “but I’d rather keep you all to myself.” They smiled briefly before kissing passionately once again…

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Anal Fucking For the Office Slut

Being known as the office tease or slut doesn’t bother me, I enjoy sex a lot in all its forms so being known as promiscuous suits me fine as it means I get a lot of guaranteed action!

There was an occasion I remember well during a meeting, round a table of 7 people, my colleague to the right of me began feeling my leg. Most girls might feel this as an intrusion of privacy, I don’t, I love being fondled in inappropriate situations! Don’t get me wrong if I know the guy to be a creep I’ll brush him off but in most cases I’m all for some sexual groping!

My colleague, Scott, is a good looking, athletic guy. I knew he had a girlfriend but that was a minor detail and if he chose to feel me up and turn me on then that’s his prerogative! During the meeting his hand moved further up my stockinged thigh till it was at the top of my black stockings. During a part of the meeting where I was required to speak Scott un clasped my stocking and began to push it down my leg, knowing this would put me in an awkward situation at some point! I wasn’t annoyed, rather, very much turned on by this forwardly flirty behaviour!

As Scott moved his hand further up my thigh I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving him room to stroke my moist pussy through my lace knickers. He expertly rubbed me softly, locating my clit which was swelling under his perfect strokes!

The meeting came to an end and in effort to somewhat keep my decency and my job I stayed behind, pretending to sort my papers and notes. Scott left me with a wink and a smile. I redid the clasps on my stockings and fixed my tight pencil skirt which had ridden up. I had a quick feel of my pussy and right enough it was dripping wet!

Later, as I was leaving the office Scott came up to me and whispered that I follow him. I knew that this was going to lead to some sex and in the frustrated state I was in after the meeting I was gagging for a good slamming!

He led me into an empty office where he shut the door, pinned me against it and we kissed passionately. His hands were all over me, gripping my firm ass and feeling the curve of my back. It felt great and I was filling with lust fast! I dropped my bag on the floor and tried to undo his belt and trousers to free the swelling cock I could feel grinding against my stomach.

Scott pulled off my jacket as I took out his cock. I made to fall to my knees but as I did so he pushed me over to the desk and bent me over it. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing back admiring the view of me bent over the desk. Standing in my black high heels spread slightly apart, my long toned stockinged legs leading up to my tight pencil skirt, perfectly showing off the slight curve of my firm ass and my tailored blouse framing the curve of my torso. He was slowly stroking himself and his eyes were filled with lust.

He moved forward and sank to his knees to pushed his hands up legs, pulling my skirt up as he went. He then pulled down my knickers slowly and removed them from my feet. He then felt my ass with his strong hands, all over moving to my pussy lips and back round. Pulling apart my ass cheeks he kissed my ass and began to tongue my asshole. It felt so amazing, the nerves sent shocks of pleasure up my spine making me quiver with lust! Pushing two fingers into my pussy sent more shocks and really got my juices going!

As my asshole relaxed with his tongue teasing it Scott pushed his finger in and began to tease it wider! Once wide enough he stood up, spat into the hole and slowly but firmly pushed his sizeable cock into my tight ass. It sent me into a lustful daze! I could feel his every inch in me and with my asshole contracting he pushed harder and harder, heightening the pleasure!

Scott occasionally pulled out his meat to spit into the gaping hole, the cool of the natural lube sent shivers down my spine but in my aroused state it felt good! After what seemed an age of amazing anal, Scott pushing his large cock into my tight ass I could feel him grow even harder, this naturally felt even better bringing me close to a climax. Scott was obviously close too, telling my his groaning and swelling cock. All of a sudden I could feel the shots of warm spunk filling my ass. Scott his groaning immensely as he sent load after load of his hot cum into me. The feeling of this sent me into an orgasmic bliss, I screamed and bucked against him, pushing his meat further into me, making the orgasm so powerful!

Once Scott was done he pulled out his cock and watched me twitch in my post orgasmic state. I could barely support myself against the desk I was so weak. Once recovered I pulled down my skirt, adjusted my stockings and wiped up the spunk that was running down my leg with my knickers which I picked up from the floor. Scott smiled and took the knickers from my hand and pushed them into his pocket.

He left the office leaving me to ponder what just happened. Amazing anal in a colleagues office at work. What more could an office slut want!

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Distracted At The Office

Katie was my new secretary. Her desk was at a right angle to mine so that she sat side on to me right in my field of vision as I tried to get on with my work. This I found quite hard because Katie could be a little distracting. Although her clothes made a nod to the professional, it was a little, how shall I say, slutty. Mind you she was the kind of girl who could have made twin sets and floral prints look slutty. She had long, dirty blonde hair and tits like boulders, the kinds of tits that would stand out from behind any kind of top and put sex on you brain. She also those pouty little lips that seemed made for no purpose other than to wrap around some lucky guys cock and suck his brain’s out.

Yes, nature had given Katie the body of a slut. But what God had given Katie had perfected. Today was unusual in that she wasn’t showing any cleavage. Most days I’d have to try my damnedest to keep my eyes away from the valley of breasts as they lay half exposed under her shirt. Once I’d been able to see her black bra peeking out from the white cotton as it pushed her twin mounds of flesh together in the most eye catching way imaginable. It was even worse as she leaned over my desk to show me a client letter or an invoice, her tits thrust into my face, inviting me to gaze down under the fabric which hung away from her body so that I could see the full shape of her large breasts straining against her bra. As she talked to me of mundane billing matters, I could imagine how her breasts would swing free if released from her bra. They would seem to fill my entire field of vision and there were times when my mind would be so full of them that it seemed entirely natural that they should be swinging free, that Katie would take off her bra as she leaned close to, so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek. That instead of getting her answer and going back to her desk she’d carry on leaning over even further, stick her tits in my face so I could lick and nibble on her nipples, feel them harden in my mouth. Having down that she would then lower her heavy breasts onto my cock, now miraculously free of my pants and rub them against it, push her titties into my cock and massage it until she’d pull away just as I came so I’d spray my seed all over those dirty great boobs.

Today instead she was wearing a tight pink sweater that came up to her neck. No cleavage was showing at all but the tightness of the sweater left very little to the imagination. But what was stopping me concentrating on the Johnson report was her skirt. Normally she’d go for plain trousers, focusing most of the attention on her chest. Although there were times when she bent over to look at some files that I could see the outline of her perky little arse straining through the fabric or the line of a g-string poking out over the top. I could feel my cock stirring against my leg as images came unbidden of me standing behind her, slipping her trousers and panties off over her hips, exposing her bare arse, feeling that cute little bottom pushed against my pelvis as I slid my hard, quivering cock into her tight, wet little pussy, fucking her hard from behind while she braced herself, bent over the filing cabinet groaning with delight as I shot my load deep inside her. In reality of course I’d just sit there fidgeting awkwardly hoping I wouldn’t get called away from my desk before my hard-on subsided.

The skirt she had on today was little more than a belt, barely even covering her white cotton panties, panties that I had seen flashing at me twice already as she crossed and re crossed her long legs, legs that I could just imagine spread wide open as I fucked her, her pussy warm and inviting as I filled it with my cock thrusting into her, my pelvis rubbing against her clit, her moaning as I brought us both to a climax. Today those legs were covered in sheer black stockings while suspenders stretched over an inch or two of exposed thighs, thighs that she should be pressing hard against my head as I bury my face in her pussy, sucking her clit and drinking her juices while she comes in my mouth.

I’d had a hard-on all morning and couldn’t even concentrate as my boss came in to talk about the Johnson affair. He’d shut the door so it must be serious. I could tell her was agitated about it but my eyes kept on slipping over to Katie all the same, travelling up her bare thighs and hoping to get another glimpse of panty. Although Katie kept her legs crossed I got far more of a show then I could have hoped for. I turned to look back at Allen unsure how to react, Allen had his back to Katie and couldn’t see what she was up to, couldn’t see her hand slipping in between her legs and rubbing up against where her pussy had to be. Katie’s other hand was on the mouse and she was staring hard at her monitor but there could be no doubt that she was getting herself off. I could see her breathing came fast and shallow as she struggled not to make a noise, her chest expanding making her tits stand out even more against her pink top.

My dick was like a rock now and I had no idea what Allen was talking about. Fortunately he didn’t seem to expect much from me and eventually he left. As he turned away Katie’s hand shot out from between her legs only just before he could see her. This was just as well because before leaving Allen paused for a moment to look at Katie and it was quite clear that I wasn’t the only one she had an effect on.

He clearly had something on his mind and I guessed it wasn’t just the Johnson business because he closed the door behind him as he left. Normally doors were left open, closed ones meant private business and were generally avoided. I turned to Katie to ask her to open it but stopped as I saw her looking at me in a way she never had before. She was still a little pink from playing with herself and she fixed me with an expression flirty, naughty but direct. Still keeping my gaze fixed in hers she pushed her chair back from her desk and swung around to face me so I could see her in full view now. I thought she was going to slide her fingers under her white cotton panties and finish what she’d started, fucking herself while I watched.

Instead she put both hands on her breasts and pressed them together, pushing her chest forward and tilting her head back as she rubbed them rhythmically together. She uncrossed her legs but lifted one knee up a fraction so that she could rub her thighs together as she massaged her breasts through her tight top. Her attention may have been firmly on her tits but she was working her stockinged legs in a way that I knew wouldn’t make her come but would just keep her pussy wet and stimulated, ready for whatever the hell she was going to do next. I couldn’t believe this, my cock almost hurt now it was so hard bulging through my trousers wanting to be free, wanting to be fucking my secretary in her skimpy little skirt.

Stopping playing with her tits she brought her head back down to look at me again. She took hold of her top just above her skirt and started to pull it up, exposing her tight little belly. I could see that she had a tattoo of a rose just by her belly button. She paused as she held her top rucked up under her breast. I wasn’t sure if the show was over. I hoped to God it wasn’t but I didn’t see how much further it could go, not here at any rate. I was just about to suggest we get a hotel room and spend the lunch hour locked in the 69 position so that I could taste her sweet pussy while she licked my cock and sucked my balls. As her boss I would have to insist that the skirt and suspenders stayed on while she lost everything else, pressing her titties into my business suit while she swallowed my length, licking the head of my penis til she was ready to swallow what I gave her.

As I opened my mouth so speak she put one finger to her lips to indicate that I shouldn’t say a word. It was also to let me know that I may be the boss but she was one in control. If she wanted her pussy licking she’d let me know. Even if she wanted bending over the desk while I banged her roughly from behind, her panties twitched to one side, she’d still be the one in charge, even as her body shuddered from the force of my cock driving hard and deep into her tight, wet little holes.

She opened her legs, the tiny skirt riding up so I could see right in between her legs, see how wet her panties were. She had even smeared herself a little on the black leather of her brand new executive chair. Suddenly she’d taken her top completely off and let it drop in a little heap beside her. Her lacy black bra that I had only glimpsed before pushed her tits out so as they stood to attention, even bigger then they’d seemed, the pink rounds of her aureoles clearly visible peeking through the lace. I wanted more than anything to go over there and suck and nuzzle on those titties, free them from her bra and let her boobs swing in my face, enveloping me. I knew that this simple wasn’t on however and that if I took any form of initiative it might all be over.

Next she moved her hands down to her thighs, pulling the skirt all the way back and hitching her thumbs in the sides of her panties. Balancing on her elbows she hoist her arse off the chair so that she could peel her panties off her hips. As she did so she moved her thighs up and round, one slightly higher than the other. So although I knew that she must be completely exposed I wasn’t yet able to see the hot, wet little space between her legs that I’d spent so long fantasising about. Maybe I wouldn’t ever, I didn’t know where this was going. My secretary had just got her pussy out at 11.30 am on a workday with only an oak panelled door between us and a couple of hundred of our colleagues. The chances of my aching dick relieving itself and emptying itself into it still had to be slim.

Katie swung both legs over the left arm rest of her chair and let her panties slide down her long legs onto the floor, crossing her ankles. One hand was under the cup of her bra by now and was clearly stroking a nipple. The she leaned back in her chair arching her back, thrusting her tits out even more as she put both hands behind her back to free her bra strap. Suddenly Katie was topless, her boobs dropped only a fraction into a shape even more inviting and delicious then the contrived contours her bra pushed her into. However I didn’t have long to admire them as she almost simultaneously swung her long right around and up on onto the desk. Both hands went straight from bra fastener to her now totally exposed pussy. She was shaved, of course, and glisteningly wet. With one hand she put two fingers deep into her pussy and with the other she rubbed her clit hard. She kept up eye contact for as long as she could but her eyes kept closing and she threw her hand back, her whole body straining. As she played with her pussy her arms pressed her breasts together, jiggling them about while her hands went to work on her cunt. I wanted to stick my cock in the valley of her breasts and let the motion they made as she brought herself to a climax make me come too, spaying over her just like I’ve dreamt of since the first day she came to work for me.

Although she’s somehow managed not to keep quiet she can’t hide the squelching sounds her dripping wet pussy makes as she rams two fingers in her pussy while rubbing her clit as hard as she can. I can see the pink flesh shaking under the onslaught and then finally spasm as she comes. She fixes me with that gaze again even dirtier then ever and lifts the fingers that have been playing with her clit to her mouth, pouts and then licks them clean. She stands up, her skirt falls over her pussy, obscuring it from view and she walks over to me, still in high heels. I’m tight with anticipation. After what I’ve just seen I don’t care what happens or where I am I just want to fuck this brazen little hussy and I think she might just let me

She leans over the desk like she has so many times before but this time it isn’t an invoice she’s got for me. Her tits are dangling over my desk like they have so many times before but this time completely free. Her hard, pouty little nipples imploring me to nibble and lick. I lean forward but she pushes me back. She brings up her other hand, the one that until recently was thrust deep inside her pink, spasming flesh and gives it to me to lick. I can hardly wait to get my first taste of her and greedily lick the still hot juices off her hand relishing the slightly bitter but oh so delicious taste of her cunt.

She walks around the desk and leans over to me and puts her hand down my pants, closing it around my throbbing cock. I think I’m going to come straight away I’m so aroused. She gets down on her knees and opens my fly and pulls my cock out of my pants. Licking her lips she looks me in the face as she purses her now moistened mouth. The tip of my cock is a tight red ball shining with the sticky juices that have been building inside me and have now begun to seep out. She lowers her pursed lips and gently kisses the straining head. Her soft wet lips feel cool and refreshing on my hot, bothered manhood. She takes them away and the raging fires of lust that this little slut has ignited in my come roaring back.

Her tongue flicks out now and she licks the underside of my shaft from just above my balls all the way up to the tip. I shiver as the soft wetness of her tongue brings relief as it travels up and down the length of my cock just like she’s licking an ice cream. This goes on for some while, up and down, wherever her mouth is feels cool and delicious but wherever her tongue isn’t feels like a furnace. Finally as she brings her tongue up over the head she opens her mouth wide and takes me entire cock in her mouth, swallowing the whole length. The pleasure is so intense I moan as I feel right on the edge of emptying my load right down inside.

Immediately she stops. She looks at me hard. I can tell moaning wasn’t allowed. God knows we were taking enough risks I wasn’t sure what difference a little moan could make but she was the boss now. I knew that saying anything could ruin the whole thing, that she’d stop right here and leave me with all this pent up come and lust and nowhere to empty it. There was nothing I could say I just had to look at her imploringly as she looked at me for what seemed like the longest time, my cock burning. Finally she seemed satisfied, put her lips back on my cock and swallowed it in one easy movement.

The relief of feeling those dirty, pouty, little lips wrapped around my cock again, this cock of mine I’ve wanted to put in her since we first met was so great that I came almost at once. As I did I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pushed me hips in her face. She seemed to love it slurping hungrily on my cock as I came in the back of her throat, I thought about her throat as I kept on coming; pink, wet and warm just like that pussy I still hadn’t got to fuck.

Eventually I stopped and Katie let my dick slide out her mouth. She looked at me, winked, swallowed and licked her lips. She stood up pulling her skirt down, or at least as far as it would go. She picked up her top and slipped it on over her naked breasts, those tits she still hadn’t let me play with. I could still see her hard nipples through the material. Her bra and panties she placed under her desk, then she walked over and opened the door. Seconds later Allen walked through it again and this time he took a bit longer to get rid of. I was able to give him more of my attention this time but my mind did keep straying back to me horny little secretary sitting in the corner with no knickers on.

After I finally got rid of Allen I turned back to my work. I’d got eleven emails since I’d last checked. One of them was from Katie.

“After lunch I’ll let you fuck me properly.”

I looked over but she ignored me. I could feel myself getting hard again.

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Work Surprise

Just try and imagine my surprise when I stopped by my wife’s office the other day, only to find her begging for one of her workers to “Fuck her harder, to bang her like the she was.”

A little bit of history, I’m 46, my wife just turned 40, we’ve been married for 10+ years and live a comfortable life in a quiet small town.

Our sex life hasn’t exactly been anything to write home about for the past four or five years, mostly because she refuses to use birth control, and I refuse to get a vasectomy. I guess most of our lack of intimacy can be blamed on my. I don’t want to have any more children, I’ve already fathered four, and don’t wish to have any more. Yet I have this fear of surgery, so I refrained from having the vasectomy surgery done.

Anyway, back to the story…

Our offices are only a couple of blocks away, so I thought I’d surprise my wife and show up on her in the late afternoon. Even though we’ve not been close sexually, we’ve always been able to talk business and each others jobs. I figured I’d stop by and get her away from work and go have a drink or two and shoot the breeze. Truth be known, I just wanted a head start on my daily routine of getting shit-faced.

As I came to the front door of her office, the front door was locked. I knew she was there because her car was parked out front. I also knew of the back door entry through the alley behind the movie theater. I walked around to the alley and walked in the back door.

As I entered the door I heard what I can only describe as total passion. It was Debbie, she was proclaiming how much she loved “his” black dick. How “her” pussy was his, and that she was his little white fuck slut. I couldn’t believe my ears, as I slowly crept around and down the small flight of stairs. As I crept down those stairs I heard more and more, I heard a deep voice proclaiming “you ride that black dick you white whore.”

My mind raced as to what the hell must have been going on as I peeked around the corner, and what I saw dropped me dead in my tracks.

There was my lovely white bride of ten years straddling a black man whom was sitting on the toilet. Her panties were on the floor, her skirt was bunched up around her waste, and she was naked from the waste up. She was bouncing up and down on the biggest dick I’d ever seen and begging for more. She was out of control as she rode his fat black cock, his hands and mouth were busy on her tits as he told her to ride his fat black dick.

I couldn’t actually believe what I was seeing. Here was my bride of the past ten years telling this black man how much she loved his fat black cock, which by her reaction was very obvious. She must have cum five times riding him before he all but lifted her up and placed her on the sink counter.

He roughly spread her legs and began rubbing his bloated fat black cock all over her wet pussy lips. I then noticed whom he was, it was Oscar, he’d been working for her for the past year. He was in his mid- 50’s and would have been the last guy I’d have thought would hit on my wife.

As soon as Debbie’s ass hit the counter of the sink, Oscar sunk his black dick into her, and it wasn’t gentle by any means. He grabbed both of her legs behind the knees and was driving his fat black cock into her while she was lost in yet another orgasm begging him to fuck her white pussy.

Debbie’s left hand was busy working her clit, while her right hand was pulling on the nipple of her right breast as she looked Oscar in the eye, telling him to fuck her white pussy with his big black dick. After slamming his old fat black dick into her for what seemed like forever, he finally pulled out and told her he was going to cum.

She begged for him to cum for his white slut, and spurted his cum all over her. I was amazed at how much this old man came, he shot jets of his cum not only on her tits, and up onto her face. Debbie had one hand working her clit, and one rubbing the spurts of his cum over her tits and face as she came again.

She was obviously his, and I suddenly couldn’t figure out how to get the hell out of there. There passion was hard to describe. Their fucking was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. I can never let her know what I saw, I can never let her know how turned on I was by her infidelity.

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Hot Wife Loves To Swallow

Callie was sitting at her desk at work, her mind wandering back to the previous night with her husband. Paul, her husband of two years, was three years her senior at twenty-six years old. They had met when she was just nineteen, he had proposed to her less than a year later and they were married just a month after her twenty-first birthday. Their sex life was both active and satisfying for both of them, and last night was no exception. Paul had just returned from a week out of town on business and the young married couple had sucked and fucked for almost three hours before he rewarded her with the load he had been saving up over the past several days. She had swallowed it greedily, the mouthful of cum triggering her own orgasm as it usually did.

Callie was fully aware of how unusual it was to be able to climax simply as a result of swallowing cum. She could trace it back to her teen years and her first sexual partner. One afternoon when his parents weren’t home they were in his living room on the couch, fooling around completely naked. He was sitting on the couch with his cock pointing straight up in the air, while she was kneeling beside him. As she leaned over him, sucking his cock, he was reaching between her legs to finger her pussy. He had warned her that he was about to cum so that she could pull away, but she had decided that it was time to swallow his load for the first time. She ignored his warning and continued to suck, and it was only a couple of minutes later that he started to cum in her mouth. Coincidentally, it happened at the exact same time that he made her cum with his fingers. From that point forward, any time she swallowed a guy’s cum it triggered an orgasm as though it were some kind of Pavlovian type response.

From that point forward she had always finished guys off with her mouth. She hadn’t been with a lot of different guys, but the ones she did hook up with her thrilled to find someone so eager to swallow their load. In fact, she was fairly certain that it was one of the reasons why Paul had been so eager to marry her. To this day, every time they would fuck he would finish off by shooting his cum into her mouth. Last night had been especially good for both of them because it had been over a week since he had last cum and had therefore given her a nice big load to swallow.

She snapped out of her daydream, remembering that she needed to go talk to her boss. She and Paul were hoping to take a trip to Belize later in the year, and she needed to clear the holiday time with John, the owner of the company.

She stood from her dress to stretch her legs, thankful that the company was so casual that she could wear shorts to work on a sunny day like this. The shorts she had chosen were cut very high, showing off every inch of her thighs and barely covering her tight, round, bubble-shaped butt. At just over five feet tall, Callie normally wore short skirts and shorts in order to make her legs appear longer than they actually were. She had also worn a cami-style tank top with spaghetti straps, something that would surely violate the dress code of most companies. Because of her small, A-cup breasts, she rarely wore a bra, as was the case today. The air conditioning seemed to be turned on higher than usual today and it had caused her nipples to poke through the fabric of her shirt all day long.

She walked down the short hallway to John’s office, noting that the door was closed. Normally this would mean that he was either on the phone or meeting with someone, although occasionally it simply meant that he was looking for some peace and quiet to eat his lunch, take a quick nap, or just simply gather his thoughts. Hoping that he was available, but not wanting to disturb an important meeting or phone call, Callie put her ear to the door and listened. Rather than hearing John’s calm and strong voice speaking with someone, however, she was surprised to hear the sounds of what could only be a pornographic video. She listened for another moment or two, silently wishing she could see what it was he was watching. She raised her hand up and gently knocked on the door. Apparently John had failed to shut the door all the way until the latch had clicked, so the door swung open just a bit from the force of her knock. Taking advantage of the open door, she pushed it open further and leaned her head inside.

“John?” she said, softly, as she took in the scene in front of her. John’s desk was perpendicular to the door and his computer screen was on the far side of the desk, facing his seat on a slight angle, meaning that it faced the door as well. The video being played on the monitor instantly explained the noises she had heard. There were four women in the scene, all of them naked. Two of the women were performing oral sex on each other in a sixty-nine position while one of the others was lying back on the bed with her legs spread as the fourth plunged a large dildo in and out of her pussy. John was sitting in front of the computer, leaning back in his leather chair. He was still fully clothed but he had taken his cock out of his pants and was rapidly stroking it.

John was shocked to hear a voice behind him, so he quickly reached one hand out to his mouse and closed the video player while the other one covered his engorged member.

“Shit, Callie!” he said, turning to face her and wheeling his chair under his desk to hide his cock. “Don’t you ever knock?”

“I did!” she said. “The door just swung open! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s okay, really,” he said. “Let’s just keep this between us, okay? Now what can I do for you?”

“It’s nothing, I’ll just go back to my desk.”

“Callie, it’s okay,” he said. “What’s up?”

Callie stood there, somehow unable to think about the reason she had come to talk to John in the first place. She suddenly realized that her panties were getting wet and that she really wanted to swallow John’s cum.

“Callie?” he asked, snapping her out of her trance.

She said nothing as she turned and closed the door, making sure that it actually clicked shut.

“Why don’t you finish?” she suggested.


“Finish stroking your cock,” she said.

“Callie, I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“Why not?” she asked. “I already saw it, and I saw what you were stroking it to. Why don’t you finish?”

John sat in shock, saying nothing.

“I’ll let you cum in my mouth,” she added. Still John said nothing, so Callie walked towards him and pulled his chair out. His cock was still rock-hard, standing at somewhere between five and six inches. Not very big, Callie thought, but he wasn’t going to be fucking her, so it didn’t matter. She grabbed his hand and put it on his cock and then reached over to the mouse. She opened up the recent documents menu and found the video he had been watching. She opened it up and then knelt down in front of him on the floor.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Start rubbing your cock.” He did as she suggested, starting slowly, but rather than looking at the video he looked down at her beautiful face. Her long, curly brown hair framed soft and delicate features. John, like every other guy in the office, had spent more than a few evenings at home, masturbating to the fantasy of fucking Callie.

“This is so hot,” he said as he watched her staring at his cock. He was hoping she would lean forward and start to suck it, or maybe stroke it herself, or at least start playing with herself while she watched, but she did none of that. She simply sat, her eyes transfixed on his cock as she rested her hands on his thighs. It was clear at this point that neither of them cared about the video playing on the computer, but they left it on anyway.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said to her, making her smile and blush ever so slightly. He started stroking himself faster, watching her lick her lips and hearing her moan softly. “I can’t believe you’re watching me play with my cock!”

“Mmmm,” Callie moaned. “I feel so naughty.” She watched him rub it faster and harder, knowing that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you really going to swallow my cum?” he asked.

“I sure am,” she said. “I want to feel it slide right down my throat.”

“Oh god!” he said. “I’m about to cum!”

Callie instantly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard and pushing him over the edge.

“That feels so fucking good!” he said as his cock pulsed, shooting stream after stream of his hot cum into her mouth. He could feel her swallowing every last drop of it as it filled her mouth, continuing to suck as though she wanted more. As always, the feeling of his cum filling her mouth had brought Callie to orgasm as well, causing her to suck even harder.

“Yummy,” she said, pulling her face back after he had finished cumming. “Nothing like a belly full of cum. That was amazing, thanks boss.” His eyes were glazed over as he smiled and reached over to close the video player on the computer. “Can I talk to you now about some vacation time?” she asked, staying on her knees.

“It’s yours,” he said. “Take as much as you want.”

“Thanks boss!” she said, giving his cock a little kiss on the head before standing up and leaving the office.

Changing Room

I run a clothing store at a shopping center. Early one weekday morning, shortly after opening, a young man entered and said he was interested in buying a pair of jeans. Without paying much notice, I directed him to the back of store, where we keep a fairly large supply.

About 10 minutes later, with no other customers in the store, I decided to check up on him. I left Louise, an elderly woman who works for me, at the cash register and went to the back.

As I approached the man, he was sorting through clothes. He looked like a student from the nearby college. He was wearing a very short pair of shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. He had dirty blonde hair, and, I noticed, was lean yet well-built and quite good looking.

Now, the fact that he was good looking didn’t mean much to me. After all, I was old enough to be his mother — 49 years old, to be exact.

As I got closer, he was squatting down to look at some jeans on a low shelf. I looked at him and was shocked to see his penis hanging down from the edge of his shorts. He seemed oblivious to it. He pivoted toward me to look at another shelf, giving me an even better view.

I was stunned and immediately started to get a tingling I had not felt in some time. I had been divorced for seven years, and my love life was nonexistent. To tell you the truth, I had kind of sworn off men after the divorce, and basically didn’t think about sex.

But all of a sudden, here was a handsome young man flashing me — apparently unintentionally. His penis was very long and thick — much more so than my ex-husband’s. It seemed like I was staring at him for minutes, but it was really only a few seconds. He abruptly stood up, said he wanted to try on a few pairs of jeans he had selected, and asked where the changing room was. I said I’d show him.

I led him to the back corner of the store. We have two changing rooms with pull curtains. He went in and pulled the curtain, but it didn’t close all the way. Of course, with my appetite now whetted, I had to stand there and watch. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He dropped his shorts with his back to me, showing off a marvelously chiseled rear end. He also took off the T-shirt. He then slipped on a pair of jeans.

As he was about to come out of the room, I pretended I was rearranging clothes at a nearby rack. As I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he went to a mirror and looked at the jeans. He then called me over.

My eyes immediately went to his now-bare chest. As I said, he was quite well built, with a deep suntan. He may have been just a kid, but he was hunk! I felt flush and was surprised by my response.

For his part, he was totally nonchalant. He asked how I thought the jeans fit. They were clearly too big. I moved to his left side and with my left hand pulled the pants away from his waist to demonstrate. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of his pubic hair. I looked up at him. He just smiled and said, “Okay, let me try another pair.”

At this point, I was really starting to get hot. I couldn’t imagine that this guy was interested in me. While I am attractive, with dark hair and large boobs, I have put on a few pounds. And I was wearing a plain blouse and a knee-length skirt. But I figured, at least I can enjoy the view.

He went back in the changing room. Again the curtain was slightly open. I quickly looked around. No one else had come to the back of the store. I moved to my right, near another rack of clothes, to get a better angle to see the young man. He slipped off the jeans.

As he reached for the next pair, he turned slightly, and I got a view of his cock from the side. I could not believe how big it was. While he was a well-built guy, his cock was disproportionately large.

He slipped on the pants and pulled open the curtain. I immediately acted as if I was folding clothes. He walked toward me and said, “How about these?”

They were tight. Extremely tight. The outline of his long, thick cock was clearly visible down the leg of the pants. He had to be aware of it. I was beginning to think he was teasing me.

I looked at his waist – and his bulge – for a few seconds and said, “A little bit too snug, don’t you think?” Again he gave me an innocent smile.

I asked him what size the pants were, and he said he wasn’t sure. I walked behind him and put my fingers inside the waistband, trying to pull it back to see the tag inside. But there was no give.

At that point, he unbuttoned the pants and pulled down the zipper to give me more room. I saw that it was a size 30 waist. I also saw the top of his lovely rear end.

“I think you need a size 32,” I said. He turned around, without pulling up his zipper. I automatically glimpsed down – I couldn’t help myself. His blond pubic hair was sticking out of the zipper. I quickly looked back up at his face and noticed he had beautiful blue eyes. He smiled again.

Now I was sure he was teasing me, and I wondered how far he was willing to go. He said he thought he had a size 32 in the changing room. He went back and, to my total disappointment, pulled the curtain all the way. After a minute, he stuck his head out of the curtain and said, “No, there’s not a size 32 here. Can you get me one? I’ve already pulled off the jeans.”

I brought the pants over to him and said, “Here,” reaching my hand toward the curtain. He pulled the curtain open about half way and stood in the opening, completely naked. He looked at the tag on the pants. I looked at him.

He was acting as if I wasn’t there. I gave up any pretense of looking away. I stared at his beautiful cock. He liked being looked at. His cock started to swell. He said, “Oh, my.” I didn’t say anything.

His cock bounced to life, jutting up almost perpendicular to his body. He put down the pants, looked down at his penis and then looked at me. I walked all the way into the changing room and pulled the curtain.

I got down on my knees and reached my hands out to his cock. He immediately groaned and sank into a bench at the back of the small room. Here I was, a middle-aged woman, totally dressed, on my knees stroking the cock of a young adonis. I had never seen such a large cock, never mind stroked one. I leaned forward and put him in my mouth. It had been a long time, and I never much liked giving head. But this was thrilling in a way nothing else had ever been. I started going up and down on that magnificent cock. It didn’t take long. He soon erupted, and I eagerly swallowed it all.

It suddenly dawned on me what I had done. I don’t know what had come over me. I quickly got up and peaked outside the curtain. No one was there, thank God. He looked up at me and reached out, gently trying to pull me toward him. But I was too spooked to do anything. “Maybe another time,” I said hurriedly, and quickly walked out of the changing room.

I went to the front of the store. Louise was still at the cash register. I went into a small restroom behind the counter, closed the door most of the way, and peaked out. The young man walked to the front of the store, looked around and left.

After closing and locking the door, I fingered myself to the biggest climax I ever had.

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The Yard

After a bad divorce I had moved to a new town. I found a job within a few weeks, but it was far from the ideal job. I was a mechanic’s helper in the city garage, working on garbage trucks, an often nasty job. Once in a while, after I was able to wash up enough, I stopped in at one of the local pubs, and in time got to know a couple of the other guys who seem to hang out there. I guess I bitched enough about my rotten job, until one day one of the guys who worked in the office of a big lumber yard, told me there was an opening in one of the yard crews. The next Monday morning I was at the lumber yard office applying for the open spot, and in a few hours I had a new job.

There were two yard crews, one for consumer sales, and one for commercial, with each crew having four guys. I was on the consumer crew, it would be hard work, I was told, but at least it was cleaner.

I worked with Ron, Buzz, and Frank, all good, hard working guys. I worked hard along with them, we laughed at my screw-ups, and by the end of the week I was catching on. Ron was the crew lead, and never seemed to get tired of showing me the “how-to’s,” but the other guys were just as helpful and I felt I was getting to be a part of the team.

On Friday, Ron told me he was having a barbeque get-together at his place, and did I want to come. All the other guys were married, but for some reason that weekend the wives weren’t coming. Since it wasn’t like I had anything else to do, I said sure I’d be glad to come and bring a case of beer, since the other guys were each bringing something.

Ron had a nice house on the outskirts of town with a big front porch and a detached garage where he kept a couple of rebuilt 50’s cars. He introduced his wife, Molly, who was a classic tall beautiful blonde with a great figure, I took time to note. He also introduced Molly’s sister June, who had been visiting for a few days, but who didn’t look anything like Molly. June was short with dark hair, not the beautiful type, instead was the cute tomboy type, but there was nothing tomboyish about her figure. Molly gave me her hand to shake when we were introduced, but June gave me a big hug, pressing herself firmly against me.

The barbeque area was in the back of the house, and shortly we had all the good stuff going. I had thought to bring two cases of beer, and as we cooked and ate, everything was washed down with a brew. I think Molly was drinking wine, but June was working on the beer along with the rest of us. Soon we were all stuffed with good barbeque, and found ourselves on the front porch steps shooting the bull. Molly sat on a top step with June next to her and somehow I wound up next to June. Molly and June were dressed almost alike with white blouses and short jeans shorts. Molly’s legs looked great in the shorts, and her bra-covered breasts pushed hard against her blouse. But June’s leg was feeling good against mine, and I kept glancing at the front of her blouse, trying to visualize what lay under. After one particularly long look I glanced up at her face and saw that she was looking directly at me. “Ah, busted,” I thought, then noticed that she was smiling. I was embarrassed, and looked away, then in a moment June got up and went into the house. In a minute she was back, holding two fresh brews, one of which she handed to me, then went and sat on a step below and to the side of me.

“Damn,” I thought, already missing her warm smooth leg against mine. But then I noticed she had unbuttoned one or two of the front buttons of her blouse, or was it my imagination?

No, it wasn’t, because now as she bent forward to hear what one of the other guys was saying, her blouse opened a little and I could see her white bra, and the soft creamy skin that was the beginnings of her breast. As my brain was registering this, she turned and again caught me looking, but again gave me a smile.

So I continued to half listen to the bull the other guys were shooting, and half kept looking down the front of June’s partly unbuttoned blouse. I glanced at June’s face every once in a while to see if she might be getting pissed that I was trying to see her titties, but she was facing forward, seemingly intent in what the guys were saying, but with that smile on her face still. I glanced over at Molly to see if she noticed what was going on and saw that she was looking at June with an almost-smile on her face, and I wondered what was going on in her mind.

I hadn’t yet finished the beer that June had given me, but she tilted her head back and drained her can, then got up and walked past me into the house. I assumed she was going to get another beer or to pee, or both. A few moments later she came back out and again took her seat on the step below me. I heard the guys all talking about the two old cars that Ron had in his garage and could tell that they were going to go look at them. I figured I was going to have to go too, although I’d much rather stay and try to get a glimpse of June’s tits. About that time I looked down the front of June’s blouse again, and saw that not only had she unbuttoned another button, but that I could see a nipple!

“Migod,” I thought, “She took off her bra while she was inside!” Oh, man, there was no way I was going to go look at cars now. The guys all got up and headed in the direction of the garage. June got up too, turned to go inside the house, and as she passed me she gave a little tug on my sleeve. I waited to see if the guys would notice that I wasn’t with them, but they walked on without a glance back toward me. Molly didn’t seem to know what to do, but after a second or so, she went into the house also.

After a pause I went in too, ready with an excuse that I had to use the bathroom if either of the girls questioned why I hadn’t gone with the guys. But once inside I didn’t see Molly, just June with her back toward me standing at the kitchen sink and looking out the window. I thought hell, I should just go for it, and moved in behind her and slipped my arms around her waist. She sighed a little and laid her head back against my shoulder. As I nuzzled her neck, she took my hands and moved them up onto her breasts. I caressed her soft titties for a few seconds, not really believing what was happening here, then got bolder and put my hands inside her blouse. I was getting hard by now, and as I rubbed my fingers along her nipples, June pressed back against me, pushing herself into my appreciative hard cock.

She rubbed up and down against me for a few moments, then murmured “Oh, Jeez, it’s been a damned long time since I’ve been touched like that. You better be careful or I’ll cum right here!” I smiled at that, but only for a second as she turned to take my face in her hands and gave me a deep kiss. As we kissed she took a hand and rubbed it along my stiff cock. I guess my hard cock passed the test, and she then took my hand and led me down the hall to what I figured was her room.

Once inside, I pushed the door closed with my foot as June sat down on the edge of the bed. I walked up to her, and as I did so, she slid down so that she was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed and at eye level with my crotch. She rubbed her hand along my hard dick for a moment, then reached up, undid my belt, pulled down my zipper, and tugged my pants down to my knees. She stroked my cock through my under shorts for a minute, then they were dragged down to my knees too. My hard dick was sticking out straight toward her face, and June just gazed at it for a few moments before taking it in her hand. Her hand felt soft and cool, and oh, so good as she stroked it softly. But then in another minute it was in her mouth, and if I thought her hand felt good on my cock, that was nothing compared to how it felt in her mouth.

Her lips pulled up and down along my cock skin as her head moved up and down. My cock could feel the softness and wetness of her mouth, and I could feel the fire beginning in my groin. She stroked my cock with her hand in rhythm as her mouth moved deeper along my cock. I moved forward, forcing June’s head back against the edge of the bed’s mattress, then leaned on the bed and began moving my hips back and forth. I was actually fucking her mouth now, with all the movements being mine, and pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke.

But I knew that I wouldn’t last long like that, so I moved back so that June could move her mouth away. But she didn’t stop her sucking and I knew I had to warn her that I was close to cumming.

“June, you had better stop,” I gasped. “I can’t hold back much longer!”

She stopped just long enough to take my cock out of her mouth and smile up at me while she continued to stroke me with her hand, then she bent back to me and started sucking and stroking faster.

“Oh, jeez,” I panted. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned once more, but June didn’t slow down. Then it was there, that hot movement down through my belly then out through my cock. I could feel the gush of cum going into June’s mouth. She hesitated for just a second as the first spurts went into her throat, then she continued milking my cock, taking shot after shot of my cum. As the last gushes subsided she smeared the leftover drops from the end of my prick around her lips, then with it back in her mouth, she continued to milk my softening dick.

In a few moments, after I had caught my breath, I lifted her to a sitting position on the end of the bed, then eased her back until she was lying with her butt on the end of the bed and her legs hanging down to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, I unzipped her shorts, and as I was pulling them off of her, she was already pulling down her panties. I gazed at her pussy for a second or two, then brushed against it lightly with my fingers. Her pussy was shaved, except for a small patch just above, and as I touched her smooth lips she shivered and let out a soft sigh. She was already so wet that I easily slid a finger inside of her, then two. She squirmed a little as my fingers entered her, then pushed against my hand so that my fingers were buried in her. I started a slow fucking movement with my fingers and in a moment she was moving her hips in time to my strokes. When my thumb found her clit she let out a soft moan and started moving harder against my hand.

Still kneeling, I took June’s legs and moved them over my shoulders, then leaned in and started to lick her pussy. I licked her outer lips at first, then pushed my tongue inside, softly at first, then more insistent, licking up and down and feeling her pushing against me, wanting my tongue in deeper. When I moved my lips to her clit, she gave a little yelp and pushed her hand to the back of my head, pushing my lips against it. I put my two fingers back into her and moved them in and out in time with sucking her clit. I could hear her breathing harder, giving little cries as I licked and finger fucked her. Then when I pressed against her asshole with my thumb and with all her dripping wetness it popped just inside, she gasped, then bucked wildly as my mouth, fingers and thumb brought her to a thrashing, moaning orgasm.

When she slowed and came down off her high, I pushed her up onto the bed and finished taking off my clothes, then took her blouse off her. June’s titties weren’t much bigger than my hand, but her nipples were large and hard. I slipped one into my mouth, then the other.

“Ummm,” she said, very contentedly. She soon pushed them up at me, mashing them into my face, and I could feel myself starting to get hard again.

I moved up to position my half-hard cock at her mouth and she greedily sucked me down. Her hand stroked me up and down as her lips tightened around me. I bucked my hips, feeding my cock in and out of her tight mouth, and in just a little bit I was as hard as ever.

I moved down between her legs and she spread them in invitation. I put her legs over my shoulders, moving her pussy up to meet my cock which was at her entrance. I rubbed it there for just a second or two, then in one hard thrust I buried myself in her.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped, then whimpered as I pushed as hard as I could, just grinding myself into her. I moved my cock out slowly until only the head was in her, then slammed into her pussy again. I pushed her legs back until her knees were up around her ears, and was able to lean into her, banging my cock into her, over and over.

Each time I stroked into her she gave a little cry, and I saw she had her fist in her mouth, biting it hard as she muffled the sounds of her oncoming orgasm. Her head was flailing back and forth, her face was sweaty, and suddenly I could feel her pussy convulse around my cock. The hand that wasn’t in her mouth was grabbing at the bedspread, pulling it, then pushing it away, and I could see all her facial muscles tense as the orgasm hit her.

I gradually slowed my strokes, then stopped, still deep in her, as her body slowly relaxed.

“Jeez, that was some screw,” she grinned. “Let me see what you did all that with.” I pulled my cock from her, all wet and glistening with her juices, and to my surprise she turned around, held my dick in her hand for a few seconds, and then took it in her mouth. I just leaned my head back and breathed deeply, realizing that my cock that just a few minutes ago had been in her wet, warm pussy was now in her wet warm mouth. Her mouth did different things than her pussy had done, but they were both oh, so good. I moved my hips in time to the motions of her hand and mouth, fucking her face as I had done before. But I had more plans in mind, so I didn’t want to cum again yet.

Reluctantly I pulled my cock from June’s mouth, and turned her over. Immediately she got the idea and got on her knees with her head down on a pillow. I moved behind her and once more slipped my dick into that inviting pussy. I started a slow steady stroking, and as I did, I moistened my thumb with her juices. As I stroked her pussy I rubbed my wet thumb around her asshole, then pushed against it until my thumb slid just a little bit inside. June gave a loud sigh, pushed back against me, and started stroking with my rhythm, pushing my cock and my thumb in and out of her.

After a few moments of this steady fucking motion, June pulled away from me, went into her bathroom, and returned with a small tube of lubricant. Wordlessly she handed me the tube, then got back on her knees. I again slid my hard cock into her wet pussy, setting up that familiar slow stroking motion. But this time I also spread the lubricant around her asshole, put some on my fingers, then pushed two fingers into her ass. She gave a loud gasp, then stroked with me, pushing my cock in and out of her pussy, and my fingers in and out of her ass.

Once I figured that I had loosened her up enough, I slipped my cock out of her pussy, put lubricant on it, and positioned it at the opening of her ass. I rubbed it around there, just playing, until June pushed herself hard up against me, and my cock slid about halfway into her ass. I stopped for a moment, letting her adjust to the feel of my cock, when just out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of some movement by the bedroom door. I know I had closed the door when I came into the room, but now it was just a little open, and what I had seen was just a flash of blonde hair as someone moved back away from the opening.

The only person I had seen there today with blonde hair was Molly, and I suddenly realized that she had been watching us, for how long I didn’t know. I fully expected her to have gone and gotten her husband and my boss Ron, and would come storming into the room at any second to break up June and I. But I figured, what the hell, I was going to enjoy the situation until they came, so I continued to slow stroke June’s ass pushing further and further in until I was completely buried in her. I pulled almost all the way out, then without warning, I slammed my cock deep into her. June let out a squeal, then when I continued to move out and slam back into her, she started to moan. “Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she groaned, each one in time to my strokes.

I glanced over at the door again, and again saw a glimpse of blonde hair, then realized that Molly was still there and hadn’t gone to get her husband to break up the enjoyment that June and I were having. She was actually staying by the door to watch.

But I was past caring about that now, let her watch, I thought. I felt the cum starting to rise in me again as June was thrashing around, and starting to cum as her ass was being fucked hard. As her squeals and moans got louder, she suddenly shivered, her whole body tensed, suddenly relaxed, then tensed again as she spasmed through her orgasm. I felt mine coming on also, but I didn’t want to cum in her ass which would give her a messy afternoon as the cum leaked back out, so I pulled out of her, intending to cum all over her soft ass cheeks.

But almost as soon as I pulled out of her ass, June quickly turned around, took a couple of strokes of my cock with her hand, then took my cock deep into her mouth. I watched as her lips slid up and down my raging hard dick, then started pumping with my hips. It felt different than pumping her ass, but still so very good and I knew my climax was coming on fast, so I quickly warned her.

“June, June, I’m going to cum,” I gasped. “I’m going to cum really quick.”

“Um,” was her response as she started to pump me faster, then it was there. I pumped her mouth as my cum spurted into her throat, spurt after spurt. I could see her swallow, but she kept on stroking me as each spurt erupted from my cock, then as I slowed she took my cock from her mouth and just held it to her face as the last few drops of cum dribbled out and dripped down her face.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, and as I did I glanced over at the door just in time to see it softly close. “Show’s over,” I thought, but wondered how much serious trouble I’d be in when word got back to my boss Ron about how I fucked his sister-in-law in his own house.

But June was murmuring in my ear. “I sure wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow,” she said. “I know I’d be looking to do all this again. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and I can’t remember ever having been fucked as well as you just did.”

I thought briefly about telling her how her sister was watching us, but thought better of it. Since I was perhaps going to have to deal with my own problem when and if Ron found out, I didn’t want to perhaps cause any sister to sister problems.

I guess I was being naive at the time, because I never expected what was going to happen next…

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