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The Blowjob

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I drove away from my house in a hurry, downshifting for speed. As I got near town and started fighting the traffic, I thought about Janet, the chick I was on my way to see. She worked at the record store downtown, and told me when I was there earlier that if I came by at closing, I would probably get lucky!

We have been flirting over the last 6 weeks or so, every time I go in there. She is college-age, kind of freaky. She has her hair dyed black and a nose-ring and wears ALL KINDS of eye makeup, but you can tell she is really pretty underneath and God, what a bod!

She has nice hips, a slim waist and a perfect set of gorgeous 36C’s! She’s always wearing these jeans that drag the floor because she has them pushed way down her hips, and tight t-shirts that aren’t quite long enough for her. This shows off her flat tummy and navel in the sexiest way.

Anyway, as I pulled into the parking lot, I could see the closed sign was already up. I walked up to the front door & peered in. She was in the back, but she saw me. She sauntered up to unlocked the door & let me in.

“You look good!” I shouted.

“Huh?” She couldn’t hear me over the loud music. That’s ok, I hadn’t gone there for the conversation.

I followed her into the back of the store, where the grimy office was. She had me sit down in an office chair that was pushed up against the wall. She then sat on my lap, facing me, and sort of clutched my legs with hers and started gyrating her hips against my crotch. My cock was already hard at this point and it started to drive me a little nuts. She held her lips about an inch from mine, we were both panting. As soon as I went to pull her top off of her, she grabbed it and pulled it off herself.

I wrapped my arms around her and my lips engulfed her right nipple; sucking, licking, and rolling it with my tounge…not to mention kind of whimpering with desire. I fondled her other breast with my hand, and then moved it down to her jeans. I started to undo them when she suddenly jerked away from me and stood up.

She looked kind of freaked out, and I started thinking maybe this whole thing was over when she fell to her knees and started unbuttoning my jeans. She fished out my cock and my balls, which are always unencumbered by underwear.

She looked very nastily up at me and took my cock in her mouth, just the first inch and a half or so, and started rolling her tounge around it and sucking softly. She continued the soft sucking and carressing of the head until I was about to go nuts. I reached down and pushed her head until she was taking more.

I heard her moan, even over the music, and I knew she was loving this. I kept my hands on the back of her head as she sucked and rolled my cock in her mouth, sending me to heaven and back over and over.

She was taking a good two or three inches of my 7-incher, but not doing much more. Before long, I was pushing her further down my cock to take more. She resisted slightly, but I pushed a little harder. When I did, she moaned again. I looked down and realized she was fingering herself!

Now that turned me on even more, if that’s possible! From my perspective I could see her nasty lips sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow (doing a pro’s job with her tounge), her hot, creamy, perky 36C’s swaying back and forth with the motion of it, and her hand stuck down her jeans jerking like crazy!

Suddenly she slowed way down and lowered the intensity of her sucking and licking. I said, “Faster!” But I don’t think she heard me. “FASTER!”, I shouted. And she started moving her head faster, but did not increase the intensity of her sucking; it was like little butterfly kisses on my cock – I almost couldn’t feel it.

I was getting pissed, and I finally knew what she wanted. “Suck it, bitch! Suck it hard!”, I said, and pushed her head until she was taking my cock to the hilt. She moaned and started fingering herself faster. I was holding her face to my pubes, with my cock shoved into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing against it as it hit the back of her throat. I released her slightly and let her move almost off my cock and then pulled her back against me again.

She was licking and sucking hard now, as well as fingering herself and moaning like an animal. I held her head steady and began fucking her mouth as hard as I could. When my load hit the back of her throat, the moaning intensified and her whole body shook. She came hard while she swallowed my cum.

When we were both spent, she leaned back on her knees and closed her eyes. Then she looked up at me and grinned and licked her cum off her fingers. When I zipped up and left I said thanks and she told me not to be a stranger.

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Wifes Date

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Angie finished drying her long red hair and looked at herself in the mirror thinking how good she still looked at thirty. Angie turned and looked at her profile in the mirror checking out her firm round ass and tiny waist along with her 38 D cup breasts.

Angie placed the palm of her hand near her cleavage tracing the line on her skin from the sun that afternoon. Angie had pale skin, which was speckled with red freckles and had to be very careful not to get too much sun otherwise she would burn.

She tossed the towel onto the bed and opened the dresser drawer and starred at the stack of panties that filled the drawer. Angie looked at the dress hanging on the back of the door which she bought special for her date that night and decided not to wear any panties at all. The green dress she bought clung to her body and the panty line showed and looked ugly and if she had taken more notice when she tried it on she would have picked another material to wear. Angie brushed her teeth leaning over the sink watching her large full tits giggling as she moved the tooth brush around inside her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was actually getting ready for a date with another man.

Angie got angry every time she thought about the mess her husband Walt got them into with his gambling. Walt had made a bet with someone at a poker game and when he told the man he was short of money and couldn’t pay off the debt they had made another agreement with the man.

Walt had said the man was very angry with him and Walt had to come up with an idea to keep from getting himself beaten up because Walt said he was at least 6′ 7″ and massive in size. In addition to this big man, Walt said he had a couple of big body guards with him that night and they looked very intimidating and Walt was afraid for his life.

The man’s name is Bruce and he had mentioned to Walt before the game that he loved redheads’ so that gave Walt the idea that he could fix Bruce up with a redhead just like he had mentioned.

Walt told Bruce that he could arrange a date with a redhead just like he had mentioned before the game and said it was his sister and he would make all the arrangements.

Walt didn’t tell Angie what had happened until the next day and Angie could have choked him on the spot. Angie was so angry with Walt and made him promise that he would stop gambling. Walt was in tears the night he explained everything to Angie and had said that he was sorry and he would never put them in a situation like this again.

Angie stood in front of the mirror applying her lipstick than looked at the amount of cleavage that was showing and tried to pull the dress up further but tugged it back down. She had wished she had picked out something that wasn’t so revealing.

Angie wanted to be nice to this man but at the same time didn’t want to give him any idea’s that he could go further than dinner and maybe a little dancing tonight. Once finished, Angie walked into the bedroom and slipped her wedding band and diamond engagement ring off her finger and placed it in a small drawer in her jewelry box. She would be Walt’s divorced sister for the night and get it over with.

Hopefully Walt would learn his lesson with this and give up gambling like he promised and maybe some of those nasty friends that got him into this situation. Angie walked out into the front room and saw Walk pacing the floor and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

Walt turned to face his wife and said. “Honey. Please don’t do anything to piss off this guy tonight because he has many friends and I’m afraid of what he could do to us.”

Angie gave her husband a nasty glance and snapped back at Walt and said. “I think you should have thought about that when you made a bet with this man last week. You knew that you didn’t have the money to pay him back but you went ahead and played that silly game anyway.”

Walt looked nervous as he stood in the window as he said. “Honey. I’m really sorry about everything and wished I could take it all back.”

Angie walked over and sat on the sofa as she replied. “Just remember that because of you I have to spend the night out with some strange man I don’t even know and show my ass and hope he doesn’t try anything with me and its all because of you so don’t act like you’re sorry to me.”

They could hear a car pull into the driveway and Walt looked out the window and said. “It must be Bruce, a black customized Hummer just pulled up near the garage.”

Angie walked back into the bedroom to put a final touch on her makeup as she tried to settle her nerves as Walt answered the door and Bruce and two other huge black men walked into the house.

Bruce introduced them as his body guards and looked around the house from where he was standing and said. “You know I don’t usually let people get away with not paying up to me but if your sister is the knockout you told me she is than we will consider this settled and even.”

Walt tried to form a smile as he listened to Bruce’s deep and mean sounding voice as Angie walked out of the bedroom and walked toward the men.

Angie almost froze in her tracks as she saw the three black men standing at her front door as she walked closer and waited for Walt to introduce them.

Angie stood in front of the men as Walt said. “Bruce. I’d like you to meet my sister, Angie. Angie. This is my friend Bruce and these two men are friends of his and I didn’t get their names.”

Bruce had his eyes fixed on Angie’s exposed cleavage as he took her hand and kissed it and said. “Your every bit as beautiful as your brother told me you were and your red hair is just gorgeous.” Angie smiled and kept it very short because she was so nervous and said. “Thank you very much.”

Bruce was still holding her tiny hand and didn’t let go of her as he introduced the two men who were standing next to him as Billy and Donny and said they were his insurance that they would have a safe night.

Angie stood next to Bruce starring up at his face and even with her 5′ 6″ height and her 5″ heels, she still seemed short standing next to his 6′ 7″ height. Bruce also had broad shoulders and huge hands and the deepest voice Angie thinks she ever heard.

Bruce glanced over at Walt and surprisingly smiled at him and said. “You didn’t disappoint me this time. Consider it even.”

Bruce placed his large arm around Angie and said. “Its getting late, we should get to the club if we’re going to have dinner.”

Walt watched as Angie walked out of the house with Bruce and the other two men and got into the hummer and saw Bruce walking back toward the front door by himself and wondered what was going on.

Walt waited before opening the door and when he did, Bruce stepped inside the house and smiled at Walt and said. “Your sister is hot and if all goes well tonight I’m going to be seeing you more often from now on and just take my advice and don’t do anything stupid like giving her bad advice about me because if you screw this up I won’t call it even any longer.”

Bruce walked back out shutting the door behind him as Walt stood there still shaking wondering how he and Angie were going to get themselves out of this mess. Walt wondered if Angie would be able to handle this in a way that Bruce would just disappear and everything would be forgotten.

Walt paced around the house for the next few hours watching the clock and wondering what was going on with his wife and Bruce hoping he would drop her back off at the house soon.

Walt sat on the sofa and began to dose off when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive and the headlights shined into the front room window. Their house was out in the country and stood back in the woods about several hundred feet away from the road so Walt felt comfortable knowing that he had no neighbors that would see these black men coming to his house with Angie so late.

Walt sat up and watched the front door open and saw his wife walk through the door but was surprised to see Bruce follow her inside along with Donny and Billy.

Walt was surprised as he saw his wife laughing at something that Bruce must have said when they came in as she turned toward Donny and Billy and said. “You guys can find glasses in the kitchen toward the left of the stove and just put the extra bottles in the refrigerator.” Bruce walked into the room as Walt starred at him as he sat down on the other end of the sofa and waited for Angie.

Bruce finally looked over at Walt and said. “Your sister is a very special lady and I might say she is very different from the women I dated in the past. Angie brings out the gentle side of my personality that many people don’t see.”

Walt sat there and swallowed hard as he listened to Bruce talk about his wife as if she were already his girlfriend.

Bruce sort of chuckled in his deep voice as he leaned over toward Walt and tried to whisper and said. “With women like your sister Angie, you have to take it slow and easy and build their trust and confidence which will lead up to the big pay off.”

Bruce starred into Walt’s eyes and laughed and said. “You don’t know much about women do you?”

Walt responded with his voice sounding shaky and said. “Well. I think I know my sister fairly well enough to know she doesn’t screw around on the first date.”

Bruce leaned over a little further and grabbed Walt by the shoulder and said. “Excuse me. I hate to sound so blunt with you, because I know she is family but I bet you at poker and won from you already and I bet you the amount of money you lost to me last week that Angie will be giving me all the white pussy I can handle.”

Walt was beginning to shake now as Bruce told him his plans for his wife as he tried to smile at the big man.

Bruce continued as he said. “Face it. Your sister is a fine woman and she does have a pussy along with nice tits and a sweat little ass. Man. That beautiful long red hair and I can’t wait to see the little red muff between her legs.”

Bruce than added. “Patience. My friend. Patience.”

Angie walked into the room and sat down next to Bruce on the sofa completely ignoring Walt on the other end as Bruce leaned forward and said. “Let me see those beautiful earrings I bought you tonight.”

Angie pushed her long red hair to the side and let him see the diamond studded earrings she was wearing as Bruce said. “Walt. Take a look at these earrings I bought your sister tonight and see how beautiful they look on her.” Walt got up and sat in the chair directly in front of them and starred at the large diamond earrings his wife was wearing than noticed the diamond neckless she was wearing too and said. “I don’t remember seeing the neckless on you before?”

Bruce chuckled and said. “I bought that for your sister as well to match the earrings she is wearing.”

Angie put her hand on Bruce’s shoulder and leaned forward and said. “Thank you so much for the presents tonight.”

Angie puckered her lips as Bruce gave her a small peck on the lips than another that lasted a couple seconds longer.

Bruce held Angie’s hand and glanced at Walt and said.” Excuse us while I return the appreciation your sister is showing me.”

Bruce kissed Angie again locking his lips to hers sending his tongue deep into her mouth as Walt looked on in horror but was afraid to say anything to Bruce and figured he’d just get it over with.

Bruce moved closer to Angie and placed his arm around her and waited to see what Angie’s reaction was going to be and he soon found out as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Once they finished, Bruce looked over at Walt who was sitting in the chair with a blank look on his face and afraid to say anything to this man in fear of getting harmed and said. “Would you mind going out in the kitchen with the guys so I can talk privately with your sister?”

Walt got up from the chair and walked toward the kitchen and glanced back to see what was going on but Bruce had switched the table lamp off which made it too dark to see anything.

Walt made it into the kitchen and poured himself another drink and joined Donny and Billy on the bar stools at the counter.

Donny laughed at Walt when he sat down next to them and said. “Man. You got a hot looking sister out there. Does she have a twin by any chance?”

Walt tried to smile as he took a drink from his glass as his hand shook and almost spilled some on his shirt.

Billy looked over at Donny and said. “I bet old Bruce is getting some of that red headed pussy right now if I know him.”

Donny replied. “Yeah. Bruce has a special way to seduce women that I never saw before and the way they were dancing at the club tonight. I thought he was going to fuck her right there on the dance floor.”

Donny looked at Walt and said. “I hope this isn’t bothering you too much. You know, your sister is only human and she has sexual needs, just like us men. Isn’t that right Billy?”

Billy stood up and patted Walt on the shoulder and replied. “That’s right. Women are all the same and if they are attracted to a guy then they are going to get just as horny as the three of us and want to fuck.”

Walt looked nervous as he listened to these men and finally said. “Did you see anything else going on besides on the dance floor?”

Donny replied. “Oh man. They were kissing in the back seat, all the way back to your house tonight. As a matter of fact, I don’t think your sister would have come back here tonight but she wanted to check on her daughter.”

Walt had an idea and looked at Donny and Billy and said. “I better go and check and make sure Megan is still sleeping in her room, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Walt stood up and walked into the front room walking as close to the sofa as he could and as he walked nearby he could see Angie sitting on Bruce’s lap.

As Walt walked closer, he had a view of the rear of the sofa and could only see Angie sitting and a small portion of Bruce’s head. Walt thought he heard kissing noises and his body felt weak wondering if Bruce was sucking Angie’s tits.

As Walt started to walk toward the kitchen, Bruce sort of raised his voice and said. “Walt. Can you come here for a minute?”

Walt’s heart sank as he thought that Bruce was going to yell at him or maybe worse as he slowly walked toward the front of the sofa to see what the big man wanted.

Bruce had dimmed the light but Walt could clearly see his wife still sitting on Bruce’s lap, the straps to Angie’s dress were pulled down and she was holding the top of her dress against her tits keeping them covered.

Walt waited for Bruce to say something terrible but actually smiled at him and said. “I want to be a gentleman about this and ask you a question if you don’t mind?”

Walt’s voice was shaky as he glanced at his wife and noticed her dress was hiked up around her thigh in addition to the straps being pulled off her shoulders as he replied. “Sure. Just let me know what I can do for you.”

Angie interrupted as she looked at Bruce and said. “Bruce. Walt is my brother so I’ll tell him what we plan on doing this evening.”

Walt swallowed hard as his wife turned and starred him straight in the eyes and said. “Bruce was going to ask you if it was all right to spend the night here with me but I had told him that if it wasn’t for you that we wouldn’t have met and you wouldn’t mind at all.”

Walt swallowed again as his eyes stayed focused on Angie’s and could see that she was looking for revenge for bringing her into this mess and finally replied. “No. You’re right Angie. I don’t mind if Bruce spends the night here. I’ll get the guest room ready for him.”

Bruce chuckled as he looked at Walt and said. “You don’t have to worry about doing that for me. Your sister has everything arranged for me.”

Angie stood up holding her dress in place as she looked back at Bruce and said. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Angie starred at Walt as she walked past him and not saying another word and went directly into their bedroom and shut the door as Walt stood up and said. “Why don’t you go out and tell the boys I want to see them?”

Walt didn’t hesitate as he quickly got the two men from out in the kitchen and brought them back into the living room as Billy said. “What’s up Boss?”

Bruce replied. “You fellows can go back to my place and I’ll give you a call tomorrow when I need a ride”

Bruce walked over in front of Walt and put his large hand on his shoulder and said. “Walt. I want you to do me a big favor and go out into the kitchen and bring the bottle of wine the boys took out there and a bucket of ice with wine glasses and bring them to Angie’s room in a few minutes.”

Walt stood there looking down at the floor wanting to call this all off and tell Bruce the truth but chickened out thinking that Bruce might kill him or at least break some bones and besides he might harm Angie if he found out she was in on this too.

Walt was thinking that maybe Angie would only take this to a level and not give in to sex with this man. He would try and talk to her when he brought the drinks into the bedroom.

Bruce put his other hand on Walt’s shoulder and said. “Listen. I saw the look on your face when I told you I was staying. Your sister is a big girl and she can speak for herself and make her own decisions.”

Walt replied. “No. Not worried about Angie’s decisions at all it’s just that I didn’t know you would have sex with her tonight.”

Bruce chucked as he replied. “I got it. You don’t want to see your sister bang a black man. Is that it?” Bruce continued to say. “Walt. Have you ever been with a black woman?”

Walt said. “No. Never.”

Bruce replied. ” I’ll have to see what I can do for you. Now go get those drinks for me and I’ll see you in the bedroom.”

Walt was in the kitchen getting everything together and was getting ice from the refrigerator when he heard a cabinet door open and slam shut and turned to see his wife standing next to the counter wearing a black transparent nightie.

Walt started to walk toward Angie when she said. “Just stay away from me right now.”

Angie had her packet of birth control pills and was punching a pill out of the little container and placed it inside her mouth followed by a drink of water than set the glass down on the counter and started to walk out.

Walt yelled out and said. “Honey. I’m sorry for getting us into this mess and I’ll make it up to you.”

Angie didn’t say a word as she kept walking back to the bedroom as if she didn’t even hear him speak. Walt noticed how her ass was completely exposed as he watched her cheeks sway with her hips.

Walt was shaking again as he put the ice bucket on a tray along with the wine and the glasses. Walt knew he had done it this time and wondered if Angie would forgive him. How could he stop this man from screwing his wife without getting shot or hurt very badly?

Walt promised himself that he’d never gamble again as long as he lived and would treat Angie better than he had. All he wanted was one more chance and he would show her how he could change.

Walt took the tray and walked toward the bedroom and saw the door closed when he got there. Walt sat the tray down on the floor as he knocked on the door and picked the tray back up and waited.

Bruce yelled and said. Come on. “The door is open.”

Walt was able to open the door using a couple fingers on the handle and as the door slid open, he saw Bruce standing with his back toward him on the other side of the bed. Bruce was giving Angie a hug as they stood there without even moving.

Walt said. “Where would you like me to put the tray?”

Walt stood there listening to them kissing than realized that Bruce was naked and saw Angie’s hands around Bruce resting on his hips. The contrast of Angie’s pale white shin against Bruce’s jet black skin allowed Walt to clearly see her fingers as they clung to Bruce. Angie looked so tiny as he stood there looking and waiting for them to tell him where they wanted him to put the wine.

Bruce turned around and Walt saw this mans cock for the very first time and couldn’t help notice how large he was. Bruce’s cock was poking straight out and looked massively big and not only was he long but very thick as well.

Bruce pointed at the dresser and said. “Just put that over there and we’ll take it from there.” Walt placed the tray on the dresser and glanced at the couple as they returned to kissing and completely ignoring him. Bruce was squeezing Angie’s ass with his big hands as they remained locked in a passionate kiss.

Bruce’s cock pointed straight into Angie’s tummy on an upward angle and she seemed to be rotating her hips causing his large cock to move around above her belly button. Walt watched as Angie took hold of the cock making Bruce groan as he whispered and said. “Wait until you feel it inside you.”

Bruce turned and saw that Walt was still standing in the room and chuckled as he said. “You can leave now. We’re not putting on a sex show here.”

Walt hesitated a few seconds until Bruce let go of Angie and walked over and put his arm around Walt guiding him to the bedroom door and out into the hallway and turned and pulled Walt around to face him and said. “Listen. You seem concerned about your sister tonight. Don’t worry about her because I’ll be really gentle with her. Now go and get some sleep.”

Walt stood in the hallway watching the big man turn and shut the door but not before Walt got a glimpse of Bruce’s massive cock.

Walt stood there thinking how he shouldn’t have come up with this silly idea in the first place and maybe he could have paid a hooker to have sex with this man. Why did he have to do this to Angie and himself?

Walt walked into the living room and sat on the chair and grabbed the drink he had put on the table but never finished and finished the contents before laying his head back wondering what Angie might be doing at that very moment and fell asleep.

Walt heard a noise and opened his eyes only to see Bruce sitting on the sofa in front of him with a drink in his hand and smoking a cigarette. Walt lifted his head and looked toward the big guy with his eyes a little fuzzy from being asleep.

Walt sat up straight and saw the man was naked and his cock lay limp between his legs but still very large. Bruce said in a low but deep voice and said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I only came out here to have a drink and a smoke and a little fresh air. The bedroom got really hot.”

Walt looked around than said. “Where’s my sister?”

Bruce replied. “Angie is in the bathroom freshening up. She got all sticky and sweaty from the workout we had.”

Walt’s body went weak again as he watched Bruce smoking his cigarette than looked at his watch and noticed it was three in the morning which meant they were in the bedroom for almost four hours. Walt asked. “Is Angie all right?”

Bruce leaned forward as he blew the smoke out of his longs and gave a slight chuckle as he shook his head up and down and said. “Angie’s just fine, maybe a little stretched and sore but she’ll be fine.”

Walt put his head back on the chair and closed his eyes as Bruce put his cigarette out and turned off the lamp.

A few minutes later, Angie walked out of the bedroom with a blanket wrapped around herself and sat on the sofa next to Bruce. The room was dark except the light from the moon shining into the front window.

Walt kept his eyes closed except to slightly glance at the couple as they sat on the sofa just a few feet in front of them. Walt could see Bruce put his arm around Angie and heard the sounds of kissing taking place but could hardly make out their faces.

Walt sat perfectly still in the chair and pretended to be asleep as he listened to them whispering as Bruce said. “He’s asleep. Climb on top of me.”

Angie replied. “No. He might wake up. Why don’t we go back to bed?”

Bruce said. “Come on. Sugar. I want you to ride me right here on the sofa.”

Walt could hear his wife giggle as Bruce tried to pull her on top of him until he finally succeeded in pulling her on his lap as Angie giggled than her giggles were soon replaced by kissing sounds.

Walt had his eyes open enough to see what was going on and saw that Angie was holding the blanket around her body keeping herself covered as she sat on Bruce’s lap.

Angie was sitting with her face toward Bruce and the movements Walt could see with the blanket looked as if she was playing with his cock as they continued to kiss.

Walt could see his wife as she continued to move her body around on Bruce’s lap until he could hear them whispering again. Angie said. “Don’t make any noise. Be very still and help me put it in.”

Bruce replied. “Sugar. Raise your ass a little higher That’s it . . . Slid down.”

Angie replied. “Oh God . . . Slow . . . Don’t wake him . . . Take it easy . . . That’s it . . . Yeah . . . Oh Yeah . . . Good . . . ”

Walt watched as Angie began to move herself around on top of Bruce but all he could see was the blanket and what looked like his wife impaled on Bruce’s huge black cock. Walt had to admit he was turned on watching his wife mount this black man across from him on the sofa and continued to watch and listen.

Angie was whispering again as she said. “Oh yeah . . . That’s it . . . give it to me . . . Don’t wake him up . . . That’s it . . . ”

Walt could hear the kissing again as he watched the blanket slid down off Angie’s shoulders but she quickly pulled it back up trying to keep herself concealed.

Walt saw that Angie had wrapped her arms around Bruce’s neck and it looked like his hands were placed on her ass guiding her around on top of his lap.

Walt could hear Bruce whispering this time as he said. “Uh Baby . . . So tight . . . Pussy . . . That’s it . . . That’s it . . . Come on . . . Squeeze it . . . Yeah . . . I can feel it . . . ”

The blanket started to slip down again but they were moving more rapidly and didn’t seem to care as the blanket fell on the floor below Bruce’s feet.

Walt could see the big cock sliding inside Angie’s pussy as she rotated her hips and Bruce controlled her up and down movements with his hands.

They were kissing again and Walt could hear the combination of both Angie’s wet pussy making wet sounds and their kissing and started to play with his own hard cock through his pants.

Bruce had raised Angie higher as he sucked on her tits and arched his hips up higher to keep her body far enough in the air to suck and bit her nipples.

Bruce was beginning to put more effort into his fucking as he held onto Angie’s hips and bounced her body on his cock much faster. This was causing her large full tits to bounce with each forceful thrust he made inside Angie’s pussy.

Bruce finally let out a groan as he began to shoot his load of seed deep inside Angie’s pussy as she too reached her orgasm and tried as much as possible not to make much noise but they could still be heard around the house.

Angie sat her ass down on Bruce’s lap while his cock finished squirting the last of his cum inside her belly. The only sounds were of them trying to catch their breath than a few little kisses that Angie was giving Bruce as they sat still in front of Walt.

Walt was still trying to pretend he was asleep as he saw Angie as she stood up and as she did her pussy made a loud sound from the mixture of air and Bruce’s cum inside her pussy. Walt could see it but he bet there was cum dripping down her legs at that very moment. The light was very dim but they just starred at each other for a moment when Walt finally said. “Honey. I love you very much and don’t want to lose you.”

Angie just stood there looking into her husband’s eyes for a moment than started to walk past him than turned and said. “There’s extra blankets in the closet if you get cold.”

Walt quickly replied before she disappeared into the bedroom. “Honey. I didn’t mean to get you into this and I really do love you.”

Angie looked at her husband and said. “Walt. We’ll talk about this in the morning. Go to bed now and get some sleep.”

Walt turned and entered the guests’ bedroom and as he laid down on the bed he stroked his cock until he made himself cum as he thought about his wife screwing a black man. Walt got turned on but could never tell Angie the truth about it because if she didn’t plan to kill him now than just the mention of telling her his true feelings would surely get him killed.

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Covered With Cum

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It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date, whether handsome football player or not. According to the Club’s Web site, the dress code included saddle shoes, cotton panties, and bobbie sox – none of which I owned. In fact, I not only was bereft of cotton panties, I owned no underwear – some eight years ago, Rick had tossed all of my underthings – cotton briefs included – out his car window. So, on Saturday, Rick and I took a shopping trip – cotton panties and bobbie sox were relatively easy, the saddle shoes a bit more difficult. However, we managed to find a pair of tennis-shoes, black stripes up the side, that – at least in the dark – would look saddle-y enough. Size 6 and only ten bucks!

So, it was Saturday night, and I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a lacey, almost see-through white blouse, bobbie sox (Tommy Hilfiger with a palm tree print!), the not-quite saddle shoes, and, of course, the requisite cotton panties. (Rick grimaced at those!) In addition, I put my hair – long, reddish and curly – into two ponytails – a look I never wear, and never wore even in high school (though I had been a cheerleader, I usually went for the Pat Benatar look – you know, short hair with the big pouf in front). After I dressed, I walked into our bedroom – Rick was turned away from the doorway, searching for his own appropriate outfit. I started cheering, clapping my hands in rhythm, “Rick, Rick, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can! GOOOOOOOOOOOO Rick!” Rick jumped, then started to laugh, “Got right into it, did you girlie?”

We drove into the City – the New Jersey Parkway and the Turnpike were no problem, but, outside the Holland Tunnel, we drove into the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. We tussled with a few SUV’s, trying to ease our 1988 Fox Station Wagon into the appropriate lane, but ended up being squeezed into the EZPass – which we don’t possess. Rick grumbled, “Good Lord, I wonder what the ticket for that will be,” and I admit that I thought longingly of my bed, a glass of wine, and the thick Antonia Fraser tome on King Henry’s wives that currently lay on my bedside table. Once through the tunnel, though, our trials weren’t over yet – we drove around for another 40 minutes, desperate for a parking spot. Finally, we found one, and I muttered to myself, thinking of the wine, the book, the bed once again – Is this really worth it?

Well, I was about to discover the answer to that particular question.

We walked down the stairs, into the cellar-like (or should I say dungeon-like?) atmosphere of the Club. The man who staffs the door – the one who looks like a leather-clad Santa Claus – looked me up and down. “What do you think?” Rick asked. “She looks like a little schoolgirl to me,” he answered, and we were in. We walked past the usual suspects – a naked man, carrying a knapsack, masturbating in front of the first television screen – on which a woman, tied face first to a bed, was getting soundly whipped. Another man, masturbating in one of the Club’s cages – the heavy collar with which the cage was equipped was around his neck. (We’ve seen him before and, as far as I can determine, he cages himself.) We grabbed a table and sat – Rick went for two Cokes. The crowd at the Club was thin – it was early yet, despite the time consumed by our traffic fiasco. I tried to relax and recover, and Rick returned with the drinks. “Hey,” he said, “He didn’t even look at your cotton panties. Give them over.” “Oh,” I said, twirling a pigtail, “Do I have to?” “Yes.” He said, and I took them off – of course, this small action in itself attracted a crowd, and I noticed one man, at the bar, trying to peer between my legs. Rick tossed the underwear to another, younger observer, who immediately put them to his nose, took a deep whiff, and then stuck them in his backpocket. We looked around, and Rick commented on the dearth of schoolgirls. “Well,” I said, “There’s one,” pointing to another pig-tailed, plaid skirt clad woman, sitting at a neighboring table. “Come on,” Rick said, “Let’s take a walk.”

Rick led me into the backroom. There, a woman was leisurely whipping her submissive, who lay chained on one of the handy tables – the poor guy was hooded and his cock and balls were covered with clothespins, which she – again quite leisurely – gathered into one hand and pinched. That poor guy was still there when we left, some hours later, still hooded, still chained, his genitals pink and swollen. By that time, she was trading whip-strikes between him and a willing observer, his back towards her as he clung joyfully to a nearby pole.

Rick and I began to kiss, and he ran his hands up and down my thighs, then grabbed my neck, and thrust me against him. We made out there, on the threshold of the back room and the front, and – just for that – just for passionate kisses and careful fondling – we were drawing a crowd – more, in fact, then had been attracted to the tormented hooded slave. Rick raised my skirt – my bare ass was now turned towards the horde – I could feel cocks on my ass, on my thighs. Rick unbuttoned my skirt – it had more buttons than he anticipated, and I could feel crowd pause, waiting, expecting – the skirt fell to the ground, and I grabbed it quickly – during our last visit, I’d actually lost a dress I’d taken off, and it wasn’t about to happen again. Then, the lacy white blouse over my head, and I was naked before the throng. “Can you feel them?” Rick said, at the same time beating back the hands that continued to press forward, that continued to grope for my cunt, my clit, my ass, “Oh yes,” I muttered, and Rick continued to kiss me hard, his own hand inside my cunt. “You like this, do you?” he whispered into my ear, and I, somewhat ashamedly, answered, “I guess so.” I was, of course, dripping wet. I could feel some men, then, cumming on my ass – I could feel the stickiness of their semen on my skin, at the same time as one of the bouncers began to clear the doorway – apparently, we were causing a fire hazard. “All right, men, show’s over,” Rick bellowed, and he led me back to our seat.

There, I wiped myself off – the Club is considerate enough to provide strategically placed rolls of paper towels, and sat down. We had another drink, and I caught my breath. “All right,” Rick said, after a brief respite, “Now it’s time for your massage.”

Now, the masseur at the Club is not your ordinary massage therapist – though he certainly is that, too. He is an artist with his hands and his own special vibrator – I was stunned, the first time I took advantage of his services, to find that his aim was not only – or perhaps not even – to relax, but to stimulate – inevitably to the point of orgasm. On previous visits, I – who came with a vibrator, usually only in front of Rick, usually only on our bed, in our house, with no noise for distraction – had come on his table, under his expert touch, while a crowd watched, leered, and masturbated. Rick led me over to him, asked if he was willing to give me another massage. He answered, “I’m ready,” and Rick grinned, “So is she.”

I climbed onto the table and took off my saddle-y shoes and bobbie sox, by now the only sartorial bits left of my schoolgirl costume. I lay facedown and Kenneth, the masseur, began his work. He rubbed my back, my shoulder blades, worked his way, in short order, down to my ass. I could feel his hands running down my ass, back up – almost too quickly to realize the intent of his movement. Luckily, Kenneth had hooked up the ropes that surrounded his table, and served to keep the throng back – a crowd was already gathering. If I opened my eyes, I could see, in the mirrored wall, Rick watching, leaning against a pole, smiling. Kenneth’s hands worked down to my thighs, down to my feet, which he sprayed with water and some sweet-smelling spray. I groaned into the leather of the table. “Too hard?” he asked. I shook my head, barely able to speak. He worked his way back up to my thighs, then, and bent my knee towards me, so my pussy was now exposed to the horde, currently straining against the rope. His hands fluttered there, on my lips, then drew back, back up to my thigh and lower back. I heard the whirr of the vibrator and felt it against my ass, down my back, down to my ass again. I must admit – there is a certain pleasurable torment to being thus exposed, and so much at the mercy of someone’s hands. I imagined the men watching, waiting, and felt my submissive self give over, quite happily, to Kenneth’s magic hands. The vibrator was again thrumming on my ass, then Kenneth was shaking my arms. “Turn over,” he whispered, as though this torment was the most usual thing in the world.

I turned over, onto my back. Kenneth rubbed my hands, up my arms – the whir of the vibrator again – this time on my nipples. Kenneth vibrated, then pinched each one, then moved – so casually – down to my legs and thighs – then up once more to my pussy, now open and assuredly engorged for all to see. I groaned, tossed my head back and forth. Kenneth began to work my clit and my cunt, first with his vibrator, then, somewhat violently, with his hands, his fingers insisting on entrance, rubbing my clit hard, then retreating once more. I was in agony, I was tormented, and I knew I was being watched. At some point, Kenneth called Rick over, and Rick laughed as he rubbed my nipples and Kenneth continued to work my clit and my cunt, his vibrator coming so close – so close to my cumming – and then he would withdraw it again, his lovely instrument of torture.
At some point, I stopped thinking, and knew only that I wanted that lovely cum – that I had to have release, despite – or perhaps because of – the public venue, the watching, hungry men. At some point, I heard Kenneth chuckle, “And all these men – watching and waiting,” and then whisper, “Take your time, sweetheart,” and then, at some point, I came. I groaned, twisted, and panted on the table, and still there was Kenneth’s relentless vibrator, teasing and torturing my throbbing clit. After, as Kenneth began to wipe my arms with slightly damp paper towels, he turned to Rick and said, “She’s waiting for you to go down on her, you know.” In truth, I didn’t know if I could take any more clitoral stimulation, but Rick obligingly bent over and licked my clit and my cunt, much to the delight of the watching throng. I groaned again – I was spent, and could not cum, but it did not diminish my enjoyment.

After, Rick led me over to the table. I leaned heavily on him, feeling woozy and a bit weak. I was naked, and a bit chilled. Rick retrieved an extra shirt for me – one of his he’d thoughtfully brought along, and I sank, spent, into one of the chairs at our table. We sat and briefly chatted with a couple who had, when I was in the massage table, seated themselves at the other two available chairs. Rick bought another round of Cokes and, this time, surreptitiously slipped some rum into one of them. “You’ve earned this,” he said, and handed me the cup. Grateful, I took it from him and felt it slide all the way down my throat, into my stomach, perhaps down to my thirsting, tired clit. I felt the welcome burn of the rum – Rick had made it strong and sighed, content. But Rick was not yet done. “Hey,” he said, after I’d finished the drink, “Let’s take a walk.” So I followed him into the backroom, past the tormented hooded slave, past the bar. Towards the back, not quite against the wall, stood a narrow bench. Rick lifted me on it, so I was splay-legged on top of it. He began to kiss me as he pulled my shirt off and, again, the crowd began to gather. Rick leaned over me, lay me on the bench — he did not immediately beat the throng back, and I could feel a hand – so quickly, so stealthily – sneak into my cunt, then another into my ass. I groaned a little, a little afraid, and Rick whispered, “Don’t worry – your safe.” It was overwhelming – but though I was the vulnerable one, I also felt powerful – these men were waving their cocks – so hungrily – over my naked body – and they had gathered now, cocks out, and they did indeed surround me – a circle of hard cocks around the bench, over my body. I heard Rick say, “Look at these cocks, Kristin, reach around and touch them, they’re all hard for you,” and I followed his direction, my hands reaching out, following the circle – someone grabbed my hand and placed it firmly under his balls – another reached for my hand to wrap around his throbbing member. I lay back, moved my hands along the swollen throng, closed my eyes, and laughed.

Rick mounted me, then, and I could feel his cock slide inside me. “Oh, yes” I heard another voice – it wasn’t Rick, “Enjoy it, Baby – you’re safe – and this is all for you – and he’s going to cum in you so hard and fill you with so much cum . .” His words excited me further, and I tried to look around, to see who he was – in the crush and the dark, though, I couldn’t make out who was speaking – “Oh yes,” said the voice, “All these hard cocks for you – and he’s going to com – he’s going to fuck you.” There were hands on me, everywhere – hands on my nipples, hands on my arm, and cocks on my everywhere. Rick slipped inside me, pumped hard, groaning, whispering, “All this if for you, sweetheart, take a look at it.” I writhed against his hard cock, and I could feel I was soaking it and his balls. He came inside me, and I could feel cocks and semen on my belly, on my thighs – Rick was coming inside me, men were coming on my belly, on my thighs, in my hair, on my face. I laughed again, taking it in, excited, sated, content.

After, Rick pulled out. “All right, Gentleman,” he said once again, “Show’s over,” and he raised me from the bench. I laughed and leaned against his shoulder. “Did you like it?” He asked, “Oh, yeah,” I sighed, “Oh yeah, I liked it.”

We returned to the table, and Rick poured me another drink. While Rick was at the bar, someone walked by and whispered, “That was beautiful.” The young couple sharing our table – they’d only been there once before, and hadn’t participated in any scenes – looked at me and asked, “Okay, what did we miss?” I laughed, “Do you really want to know?” They did – I told them – and, for some reason, they were a lot friendlier after the recounting. . .

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First Time Anal By The Pool

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It was a hot day and as soon as I could finish work I headed home with the intention of having some cold drinks and lazing round the pool. I’m in my early 40s (OK, 44) and live alone with my 18 year old daughter, Suzie. My divorce was settled recently and I’ve got no plans other than seeing Suzie through university and living a comfortable uncomplicated life.

I had just changed into swimming briefs and was pouring a scotch over a tumbler of ice when the doorbell rang. It was Jamie, one of Suzie’s friends from school days, who lives nearby. Suzie doesn’t have much time for her, and they share little in common, but Jamie doesn’t know when she’s not wanted. She hadn’t been around for a couple of weeks – not since a row caused by her trying to race off Suzie’s boyfriend (frankly, in my view, Jamie could have the worthless prick). But I suppose it was too much to hope that she’d stay away for long.

Today she was in high heel clogs, white hot pants and pink halter top, the ring in her belly button on display as well as her recently bleached hair with pink streaks, pink nails, and overkill makeup. ‘Hi Mr. D!’ she said, in a voice overly cheery to hide her insecurity. ‘Is Suzie at home?’ Jamie has long been a regular visitor, using our place as a refuge since she first started getting in trouble with her folks about four years ago – smoking, underage drinking, truancy, unsavoury boyfriends, drugs.

‘Sorry, Jamie, she’s got a couple of late lectures and is staying over at her mother’s place.’

I moved to close the door, but Jamie piped up again. ‘I was just hoping to chill out by the pool for a while, you know, ‘cos things are a bit tight at home just now.’ I raised an eyebrow and she went on. ‘I dropped out of TAFE yesterday – again! tee hee – and went round to Jay’s and got ripped and the olds are real pissed.’

I have trouble keeping up with Jamie’s misadventures. Having dropped out of school in year 11 her parents enrolled her for secretarial school. That lasted a few months then they got her into a vocational college for animal handling, but she dropped out of that. I think the last one was jewellery making or some such. As for Jay, he’s the latest loser in a string of doped up, dropped out, pasty-faced, hollow-eyed wasters that she’s hung out with.

I really wanted to be on my own but shrugged OK and she walked by me heading for the patio door, tottering on her clogs. I finished fixing my drink and debated whether I should change out of my skimpy briefs and into something more modest. But what the hell. Jamie had seen me round the pool in these togs and the shorts didn’t exactly reduce my gut or anything. I went outside, she was sitting on a lounge in a skimpy pink bikini, sunglasses perched on top of her head, applying sun cream to her legs. I sat and watched her as I sipped. Her skin was quite pale – despite having spent half the summer over here – and smooth. She was still quite adolescent in shape, a bit of puppy fat, smallish breasts, but shapely legs and her butt filled out her bikini nicely. Very nicely.

I finished my drink and got up for a second. ‘Wanna beer, Jamie?’

‘Uh, no thanks Mr D, I don’t really like beer.’ I shrugged. ‘But I’d love a vodka and orange!’ I shrugged again and headed inside. I fixed a more moderate scotch for myself, then the drink for Jamie, heavy on the vodka. She looked quite the try-hard wannabe sophisticate – lying back on the lounge, sunglasses, cigarette, cocktail. I chuckled inwardly and resumed my seat. It was good for a guy’s ego to have a pretty young thing almost naked about the place. I was conscious of her checking me out from behind her dark glasses and hoped I didn’t look too unattractive. I guess I’m carrying a bit more weight than I should, but my gut is smaller than most men my age, and it’s covered with a summer tan and a matt of brown hair that my wife always liked. And my arms and chest are still shapely enough from all the years of swimming. So all is all, I didn’t mind Jamie’s scrutiny, and anyway she’d been doing it all summer, even flirting with me when Suzie wasn’t around.

Jamie prattled on a bit about how boring her course had been, about music and so on. I didn’t need to contribute much more than a grunt every now and then. I swam a few laps and Jamie followed me into the pool, splashing about and making girly noises. I paused after ten laps and Jamie was sitting on the edge of the pool waiting for me to surface. Her open legs were inches from my nose and she giggled as she saw me staring at the tight fabric outlining her vulva. I had half a mind to tell the cock teaser to go home, but decided to splash her instead. She shrieked artificially and jumped in on top of me. We horsed around and she managed to press her tits against me several times and grope my butt and groin. I climbed out and dozed for a few minutes in the waning sun, while Jamie fussed with lotions and cigarettes. I took our glasses in for a top-up. When I returned, Jamie took her glass, had a gulp (not seeming to notice that it was almost a third vodka) then rolled onto her front and asked me to put tanning lotion on her back. I said the sun was so low that she didn’t need to worry and she tossed the hair out of her eyes and gave me a pouty look. I enjoy a bit of flirting and gave her a knowing grin.

‘So, like anyway,’ she said, ‘you haven’t said how you like my new tattoo.’ She had a dark blue celtic pattern in a swathe across the small of her back with a loopy arrow head in the middle pointing downward, its tip disappearing below her bikini line. It’s the kind of tattoo you see on women hanging around in malls and city corners. I had been kind of marvelling at it when she was splashing about in the pool. Jamie sure has a fierce instinct for downward mobility.

‘Well?’ she demanded, wriggling her butt in case I wasn’t looking hard enough.

‘I can’t see all of it, but I guess I like better where it’s pointing,’ I said, grinning again.

‘Mr D!’ she screeched in mock outrage, delighted that I was playing along.

We both took a slug from our drinks. I hunched forward and said, ‘So, are you going to show me all of it?’

‘Uh huh,’ she replied all bright eyed. She reached back and inched the hem of her bikini halfway down her butt. I was more interested in the yummy butt crack and swell of her pale cheeks, than the final swirl of the tattoo. She was watching me, mouth slightly parted, as she held her bikini down – longer than was necessary – then inched it even lower.

I got up and walked the three paces over to her lounge, then crouched down beside her. I ran my hand over her lower back, tracing the edges of the tattoo, then following it down to the parting of her buttocks. ‘It doesn’t do you justice,’ I murmured, massaging the firm mounds. Her eyes had widened and she was panting – nervousness? anticipation? I continued to massage her butt, nudged her hands away and pushed the bikini bottom further down, revealing the full glory of her 18 year old bum. I massaged it in a full round motion, managing to graze her perineum with my fingertips and trailing my thumbs through her humid cleft. I paused and nudged her thighs. She was quick to spread them wider and now I was able to touch her labia as I massaged.

‘You like that, Jamie?

‘Yes, Mr D.’

‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘No, Mr D.’

I kept up the massage, Jamie sighing as my fingers played with her bottom and labia. After a minute I tugged her bikini bottom al the way down and tossed it on the ground. Kneeling behind her, I pushed her legs wide and pulled her butt back and up so she was slightly on her knees. God it was a magnificent sight! Pink labia slightly damp from arousal, fringed with curly blond hair, a tantalising little path back between bulging flesh to a dainty little purply-brown crinkle. I leant forward and teased the labia open with the tip of my tongue. Jamie tensed and then gasped when I sought out her little clit hood, washed around it then swiped back deep between her labia. She tasted fresh and sweet and after a couple of moments her little bud had emerged from its sheath. I lapped on the clit making Jamie sigh and arch, then plunged my tongue back into her slick vagina. She was getting very wet and I delved deep for her juices between licking the now-straining clit. But it was her arse I wanted and it was time I paid it the attention it deserved. I made a long swipe up from her vagina to her anus, washed round the pucker and probed at its centre.

‘Jesus, Mr D!’ Jamie gasped. ‘What are you doing?’

By way of reply, I put my hands more firmly on each buttock and held them wide apart, pushing harder with my tongue. We both grunted when the muscle gave way. I reamed, Jamie moaned and we discovered that we were doing something we both very much liked. I got a finger on her clit and stroked it to the rhythm of my tongue. It was a technique I’d developed with my ex-wife guaranteed to bring her off and get her compliant for a solid buggering. It was a few years since I’d had an opportunity to use it and was glad to see it was working well on someone else. And Jamie tasted better than my ex – less earthy, less sour and less sharp. I dug deep, searching for that hot rectum flavour, and Jamie moaned in response. With my ex, this kind of action soon brought her off, but it was taking much longer with Jamie and my jaw was beginning to tire. I eased back on the clit action and slid the middle finger of my other hand into her oh so tight twat. She gasped when I found her g-spot and started up a steady moaning as I rubbed the velvety pad. She was getting close and I ate her arse with renewed vigour, maintaining the clit and g-spot diddling. Her bung hole was gaping, my tongue was jabbing deep in the fetid passage, saliva and arse butter were dripping down my chin, my fingers were slipping over her buttons. When she came it was with a wrenching heave that dislodged my face. I let her slump forward on to the lounge, my fingers coming free. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream, eyes shut and hands grasping at the lounge legs. Her pert butt was all splotched from my hands and as she writhed I could see her anus all glistening and pulsing. I couldn’t resist the temptation and bent forward. Jamie gasped and moaned afresh when I held her buttocks apart and sucked on the pulpy ring, still twitching from her orgasm. Her sphincter weakly gripped my tongue as she went through the dying throes, then her arse went slack. I gave it a good workout, pumping lots of saliva in for the action that was still to come.

I sat back on my haunches, my cock pushing out the front of my swimming briefs. Jamie looked back at me, her face flushed and lips moist. ‘Jesus, that was awesome,’ she said a little breathlessly. I smiled, leant forward and kissed her hard, letting her taste her arse on my lips and tongue. She didn’t seem the least averse as her tongue swirled against mine. For my part I got the unfamiliar taste of tobacco.

‘That good?’ I asked sitting back again.

‘A real first,’ she nodded, eyes all misty.

‘Never been rimmed before?’ I grinned.

‘Not that either,’ she said. ‘But I meant my first orgasm.’

‘You’re kidding!’ I said. ‘Never cum before?’ She shook her head. ‘How long have you been having sex?’

‘Uh, nearly four years, I guess. But it’s never been like this.’

Christ! I thought, wondering briefly about what kind of sex life she’d been leading, then mentally shrugged. There were more immediate concerns. ‘Well, you’re in for some wonderful times. But right now it’s time to return the favour,’ I said standing and moving so that my bulging trunks were before her eyes. She looked at the stretched fabric and the tip of her tongue wet her lips. ‘Suck me!’ I hissed, pulling up the left leg of my bathers and easing out my boner. Jamie sat up and engulfed the first half of my cock. She started a sloppy blow job, but wasn’t handling it too well. Clearly no-one had ever taught the kid to suck dick. After her teeth had grated against my glans a couple of times, and my pole had been almost bent in half against her jaw, I figured I was in danger of injury. So I pulled out and told her to suck my balls. With just a couple of directions she was doing a great job, tugging each one out in turn and sucking on it hard enough to make my cock twitch and knees buckle. It’s something that has always made my jizz rise, but my ex was always grudging about doing it, saying my balls were too hairy. But Jamie seemed eager enough so I let her do it for a nice long time.

‘Now I’m ready to fuck that beautiful arse,’ I said, tugging a reddened testicle from between her plump lips. She looked taken aback and I thought for a moment. ‘You have been butt fucked before, haven’t you?’

‘Uh uh,’ she shook her head. Christ! An anal virgin! My cock twitched and jizz boiled.

‘Well, it’s a day for firsts!’ I replied.

‘Won’t it hurt?’

‘Naahhh,’ I reassured her. ‘The secret for enjoyable anal sex is firstly lots of preparation – and honey there ain’t better preparation than being reamed out for 20 minutes! – and secondly, lubrication.’ I smiled and she looked less uncertain. I reached to her bag and took out the after sun lotion I could see there, and held it up. ‘And this will do just fine.’

‘But you’re so big,’ she said in a worried voice.

What the…? I’m not any bigger than average, just your regulation six and a half inches. Again I wondered what her sex life had been like. I just gave her a calm smile and directed her to go up on her hands and knees.

Once she’d assumed the position, I stood behind her and straddled the lounge, my feet on either side. It was low enough to the ground that I could fuck her like that and I applied lots of lotion, first to my cock and then to her butt. I was pleased to see that despite all the tonguing it had closed nicely and was back to its virginal tightness. I then shuffled forward and fitted my bulging cock head to the little glistening pucker. ‘Remember how good it felt when I was licking you?

‘Uh huh,’ she said a little uncertainly.

‘Well, this is going to feel even better.’ I pressed forward and after a moment her greasy sphincter gave way under the steady pressure. I could feel her ring clenching, but her hole was so well lubed that she couldn’t prevent my entry.

‘Yyaaaggh!’ she gasped as my purple helmet slid through her ring and lodged in her rectum. I paused to let her get used to it. Actually, her pucker was clenched so tight that I was in danger of cumming. Both of us were panting. ‘Take it out!’ she gasped. ‘You’re too big, Mr D!’

‘Hang on kid,’ I said soothingly. ‘It’ll get better in a minute.’ I reached forward and slid a finger in her mouth. She sucked it desperately and I fitted in another then gently fucked them back and forth. After a moment, she was distracted enough that I felt her butt unclench a fraction. I took the opportunity to drive forward and she immediately stiffened and gasped. But I wasn’t going to be denied this time and kept bearing forward until I was all the way in that hot glove like arse, my balls resting against the slimy perineum.

I was in danger of jetting again, right on the verge, and had to hold still. Jamie felt my cock pulsing. ‘Are you cumming?’ she asked in a hopeful whimper.

‘Uh uh, kid.’ I chuckled. ‘But when I do,’ I reassured her, feeling my staying power return, ‘you’re going to know for certain.’ I jagged a couple of fingers back in her mouth, got a fistful of her hair with the other hand and tugged her head back, causing her body to arch delightfully. She was taut as a bowstring. ‘And before then,’ I said, tightening my grip on her hair, ‘you’re going to know what anal sex is all about!’ With that I started some steady deep stroking, just the bottom third of my cock emerging from her pooper before ramming back in. She was going uuunnnhhh! uuunnnhhh! uuunnnhhh! and sucking hard on my fingers. Her arse was loosening up and she was handling the full depth OK. I decided it was time for something more vigorous and began to pound her with full strokes, screwing my hips hard each time I bottomed out. It was such a hot tight arse that I began to lose it a bit and fucked her pretty wildly, driving her down so that she was prone on the lounge, my full weight behind each thrust. After a couple of minutes I realised she was crying around my fingers and eased up a bit.

‘OK honey?’ I asked soothingly.

‘It hurts, Mr D!’ she whimpered.

‘Too dry?’ I asked making a couple of quick rabbit hunches. ‘Or too deep?’ I said driving as far forward as possible and pulling her hair so that she arched and took it that fraction deeper.

‘Please stop,’ she blubbered, and then sucked on my fingers.

I wanted to see her face as I fucked her arse; get off on her emotions. ‘I know what,’ I said. ‘The angle must be wrong.’ I let go her hair and stood back, my cock coming out of her butt and leaving it gaping. I looked for a few seconds until it closed. Then I told Jamie to roll onto her back. She did so and I hitched her ankles high on my shoulders and lifted those separated buttocks up high. She had her bottom lip caught between her teeth and was looking at me with wide apprehensive eyes. I told her to pass me the tube of cocoa butter and applied more of the thick grease to my reddened cock. I then fitted my cock to her date and pressed till it was on the point of giving way. I paused and looked at the kid’s face, wet where my fingers had wiped saliva, hair mussed. I gave her a reassuring smile. ‘Push back at me, honey. It will feel better.’ She did and her crinkle flowered and my cock slid in.

We both groaned and I paused, my cock half way in. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ Her face was strained but she gave me an uncertain nod. I stayed like that and began to kiss and stroke her calves, then her feet. She squirmed when I got to her toes and giggled as I sucked slowly on each one. I don’t know if it turned her on or not, but I could feel her gut relax and gave her another inch of cock. She was smiling now. ‘Ready for some more?’

‘Uh huh,’ she smiled. I sank slowly forward onto her breasts, my cock sinking deep into her bowel. I kissed her hard and she responded hotly. I humped away as I forced her teeth wide, chewed on her tongue and bit her lips. Then I started fucking her harder, brutalising her arse as I brutalised her mouth. The little minx was up for it this time, her tongue duelling with mine, panting hotly with each thrust. I pulled back a bit and panted at her to tug her tits out of the bikini top. Then I was on them like a beggar at a banquet, feasting on the hard little nips and creating a pattern of bite marks on the soft mounds. She was heaving back at me now, trying to grind her clit against my pubic bone as I bore down. I went upright again and rubbed her cunny as I fucked her arse, making her hiss and toss her head. I did her that way for four or five minutes until she came, a fed flush spreading from her neck over her chest as she whimpered and groaned. Her clenching anus reminded me that I wasn’t far off and I gave her a nice stroking as she rode out her orgasm.

She looked up at me with smouldering eyes and pulled me down on her chest again. We kissed and this time it was her who bit and chewed. She was hot and I was close. ‘Do you like the taste of cum?’ I panted, sweat dripping off my forehead onto her splotched chest.

‘Uh, not really,’ she panted back, not realising what I was about to do.

‘Well. I understand it’s an acquired taste,’ I grunted suddenly pulling out of her butt and crouching by her face. I grabbed her hair and pushed my greasy shit streaked tool against those bruised lips. Her eyes flew wide but I jagged forward and into her mouth. She was totally passive, her eyes showing her distaste. I slapped her cheek not so gently and hissed at her to suck. Startled she complied and I groaned as I felt my balls begin to boil. ‘Work my balls!’ I demanded and I felt a hot little hand cup my sac. ‘Yeah, baby!’ I moaned as the double action of mouth and hand worked their magic. She sensed how close I was and started to apply herself with a will. Looking down at that girlie face concentrating on my cock, a fleck of shit caught in the moist corner of her mouth as she bobbed back and forth on my shaft, was enough to bring me off. With a straining jag forward of the hips and a long grunt, my balls emptied. I held her head in place while my cock pulsed and jetted, her gagging sounds making it all the more intense. Finally I was finished. Panting I looked down at Jamie, my hand still wrapped in her hair holding her to my softening cock, a trickle of thick sperm oozing from one corner of her mouth.

‘Swallow,’ I ordered and waited till she’d done so before releasing her and tugging my cock from between those plump lips. Then I knelt beside her and kissed that hot bruised mouth, tasting the remnants of my seed. It took her a few seconds to respond, but when she did, it was with some enthusiasm.

‘So, kid,’ I said, sitting back on my haunches and stroking her thighs. ‘Enjoy that?’

‘Uh, huh,’ she said, eyes sparkling. ‘Maybe not all, but … yeah, I guess all!’

‘Great!’ I smiled back. ‘I’m just going inside to get another drink. You want one?’ When I came back out with the glasses and a cloth to wipe clean the lounge, Jamie was lying back smoking, one hand gently massaging her blotched breasts. I handed her the straight orange juice and watched as she gulped it down. Then I packed her off back home. She whined and carried on wanted to stay knowing that I’d be alone all night, but I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. It was only sex. She pouted, whined and begged so I told her she could come back the next Thursday when I’d be alone again. Afterall, I reasoned, someone ought to teach the kid how to suck cock. That is, if I could keep away from her arse long enough …..

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