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Edited by femadorer



[ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real or other fictional characters is coincidence and unintentional.]








The confessional booth was as dark as I felt my soul was. The burden of my depravities and debaucheries weighed heavily upon me. The booth felt small, confining and almost claustrophobic, my sins were a massive presence in there with me. The heavy smell of votive candles and the oppressive scent of incense made me feel even smaller and cramped. My knees were growing weak supporting my body on the padded kneeler. The points on elbows were throbbing from resting on the small ledge before the brass grill of the confessional window. Still I held my arms there with my hands intertwined in prayerful supplication.



While I fought to gather my thoughts, I could hear the words of the service being conducted in the cathedral. I was glad it was a mid-week service and hoped all the petitioners were seated at the pews up front of the nave near the altar. Still I could hear bits of the service from inside the confessional located in the back, near the narthex, of the large cathedral. Considering what I was to confess to next, I wondered if the Saints and Angels were laughing at my agony as I heard a deep baritone voice intone,



“From Genesis 19, ‘And there came two angels to Sodom at evening, and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom. And Lot, seeing them, rose up to meet them, and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground; and he said, ‘Behold now, my lords, turn in, I pray you, into your servant’s house and tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early and go on your ways.’ And they said, ‘Nay, but we will remain in the street all night.’



And he pressed upon them greatly, and they turned in unto him and entered into his house; and he made them a feast and baked unleavened bread, and they ate. But before they lay down, the men of the city, even the men of Sodom — both young and old, all the people from every quarter –compassed the house around. And they called unto Lot and said unto him, ‘Where are the men who came in to thee this night? Bring them out unto us, that we can have sex with them.



And Lot went out at the door unto them, and shut the door after him and said, ‘I pray you, brethren, do not so wickedly. Behold now, I have two daughters who have not known a man. Let me, I pray you, bring them out unto you, and do ye to them anything you want with them…”



Taking a deep breath, I made the sign of the cross. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, bless me Father for I have sinned. Father, I seek mercy and compassion for the mortal sins I have committed. I am guilty of the sins of sodomy and incest.”



“My son, these transgressions you have shared with me have been deeply troubling to hear…” the priest’s disembodied voice said haggardly. His body was only a side profile silhouette; he was sitting deep into his chair and was hidden by the shadows. I could hear his heavy labored breathing. “…but it is necessary for me to hear your confession in the fullest of details. You must tell me all of what has transpired without leaving out the smallest detail. This is the only way you can receive Absolution. Do you understand what I ask of you?”



As I thought of what the priest was asking of me, the lecturer continued to read his passages in his strong baritone that resonated through the cathedral,



“Then the LORD rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire, from the LORD out of heaven; and He overthrew those cities, and all the plain and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground. But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.”



My sinful nature weighed heavily upon me with great shame. However to receive the forgiveness I sought, I knew what I had to do. “Yes Father, I understand what you require from me to be granted Atonement.”



The priest coughed into his hand and then cleared his throat. “My son it is good of you to share these burdens with me. Confessing them to me is the only way to receive clemency from our Lord. It is vitally important that you tell me in the fullest of details of these sins,” the Father instructed me. “As you know, our Lord and Savior looks down with severity at such an heinous sin of sodomy. And He deplores the unspeakable crime of incest.”



Making the sign of the cross, I pleaded, “May the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost have mercy upon my soul.” As I gathered my thoughts to begin my confession, I listened as the rich, deep baritone voice continued his reading,



“Lot went up out of Zoar and dwelt on the mountain, and his two daughters with him, for he feared to dwell in Zoar; and he dwelt in a cave, he and his two daughters.



And the firstborn said unto the younger, ‘Our father is old, and there is not a man on the earth to come in unto us after the manner of all the earth. Come, let us make our father drink wine, and we will lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.’ And they made their father drink wine that night, and the firstborn went in and lay with her father; and he perceived not when she lay down, nor when she arose.



And it came to pass on the morrow that the firstborn said unto the younger, ‘Behold, I lay yesternight with my father. Let us make him drink wine this night also, and go thou in and lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.’



And it came to pass on the morrow that the firstborn said unto the younger, ‘Behold, I lay yesternight with my father. Let us make him drink wine this night also, and go thou in and lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.



And they made their father drink wine that night also. And the younger arose and lay with him; and he perceived not when she lay down, nor when she arose. Thus were both the daughters of Lot with child by their father.



So sayeth the Lord,” the baritone stated upon finishing his reading and the small gathering of parishioners murmured, “So sayeth the Lord.”



Entering the kitchen, I saw my girlfriend standing at the stove cooking. Our home is an L-shaped ranch, so the kitchen is cut in half with the kitchen table on the right. On the left is where the cabinets and appliances are set up in an inverted U shape design. In our kitchen, the refrigerator is on the left wing; the sink is situated in the middle underneath the window that looks out onto the front porch. Since the house is an L-shape, this window offers no privacy since its tucked into the corner of the bottom leg of the L and the front door is at the bottom corner of its side leg. The separate gas cooktop range and double oven unit are on the right wing and this is where my lover stood.



I saw that mom was wearing her white New Jersey Devils hockey jersey. Being tall (5’9) with a thin, athletic build she wore it with glorious results – especially since its bottom hemline ended near the middle of her bare golden thighs and left me wondering if she had anything on beneath. With her voracious sexual appetite, I figured there was a better than average chance there wasn’t. To emphasize the fact that my mother was an unbridled sexual creature, I saw that she was wearing a pair of those high-heeled red fuzzy slippers every son wishes his mom would wear. She won’t until after you are feeding her the Kosher Pork Sausage and then have the audacity of giving them to her as the ultimate Halloween Trick-or-Treat gift.



I just simply gazed upon her form, as she was blissfully unaware of my presence and continued to cook. Since she was cooking, she had folded up the sleeves allowing me to admire her long thin fingers. I couldn’t help but think of how beautiful her feminine hand looks wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Blessedly, I’ve been lucky enough to discover that one of the greatest sights on Earth is that of watching your mother’s hand wrapping around your cock and then with the soft, loving grip of a woman hold your member as she strokes you moments before she takes you into her mouth. Just thinking of how spellbinding that image is I started getting me hard.



With her stylish short spikey blond hair, my girlfriend looked as if she’s the sexiest hockey fan ever – perhaps resembling my own personal Janet Jones Gretzky. However, Wayne Gretzky once derisively called the New Jersey Devils a ‘Mickey Mouse organization’, a sin my mother will never forgive him for. When she stood up from leaning over the stove the back of her white Devils’ jersey proudly boasted ‘Lilith’ with a tall number 1 in red with black outline. While I knew her first name was Lilith, I once fool-heartedly asked why the number one. She said that it was to remind others that, “I am the first, and true, wife of Adam.”



Confused, she ordered me to study my history. I learnt that according to legend there’s a mythological character named Lilith who some believe was Adam’s first wife, that she was created at the same time and from the same earth as Adam. That this belief comes from the Bible verses Genesis 1:26-27, “Then God said, ‘Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.’ 27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” This mythological Lilith refused to become subservient to Adam and left the Garden of Eden. (Not surprisingly my mother’s jersey has the C [for captain] stitched on the front!)



Legend then contends that this contrasts with Eve, who was created from one of Adam’s ribs and the results of Lilith’s refusal show in the Bible verses Genesis 2:20-24, “20 …but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him. 21 And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; 22 And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. 23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.’ 24 Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.”



After leaving Eden, legend claims Lilith mated with the Archangel Samael and in punishment became known as the Queen of the Succubi. (A succubus is a demon that takes the form of a woman in order to have intercourse with a man. A succubus may or may not appear in dreams and is often depicted as a highly attractive seductress or enchantress.) The myth goes on to say that she became Cain’s mate [thus the first ever Cougar]; and as a succubus, Lilith is living today.



Having found all this mythology quite amusing and entertaining, the fact that my Lilith compared, and sometimes confused, herself with the historical Lilith was somewhat disturbing. The fact that my mom’s sexual prowess seemed boundless and my desire for her never seemed to dampen left me with good-humored suspensions.



Shaking my head to clear it of all this superstitious nonsense, I realized I hungered for my Lilith at this moment. Seeing my mom’s long golden legs in those trampish slippers had started my longings. The fact that she may have at the most only a bra and panties on beneath her jersey finished the job of getting my cock stiff. God, I wanted her right here, right now.



I walked up behind her; saying “Hey,” to prevent startling her and possibly being assaulted, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed up tight against her supple body. She responded by pressing back against me and in the voice of an angel chimed, “Hey sweetie, how is my love?”



To answer her question my hands left her waist and wandered north to take possession of my favorite handholds, her ample breasts. At first, my palms were turned upwards and I simply cupped the bottom half of her full, luscious boobs. I realized it was a good thing that I had come to their rescue as I could feel that underneath her jersey mom’s tits were free.



My hands climbed up their swell and as I vainly tried to palm her tits, she let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure. Squeezing them, mom reached up and back. Interlacing her fingers on the back of my skull, she turned her head to me and breathed lust upon me. Twisting her head further, her lips hung open summoning mine to hers. Ensnared, I pressed my lips upon her warm, soft lips and our lust consumed me. Her lips tasted like raspberry. My tongue eagerly sought refuge in her mouth.



As we kissed, her body danced sensuously beneath mine. I felt the back of her shoulders sway on my chest with dynamic effect. Her breasts captured by my hands pushed forward then receded back. Her hips contorted as our wanton lust for each other surged. When her tight petite ass would sashay across my throbbing cock, I knew I wanted to fuck this nymph hard and brutal.



Pulling her lips from mine, her hands grabbed my wrists. “Oh god John,” she started, before a moan of indulgence escaped her. “Oh god John,” she panted, “I want to. Oh god, I want to,” she breathlessly pleaded, “but I’m so sore,” softly chucking she admitted, “even my mouth and cheeks are sore from being stretched out. Please, sweetie please,” asking me to stop arousing her or perhaps to solve her dilemma.



I figured I’d choose to answer her second request. Regretfully releasing my hold on her stupendous boobs, I took her hips firmly into my grasp. Holding her tight, I began grinding my rock hard cock against her tight lil tiny-hiney. “I know a way we can both solve our problems, right in here.”



“Really? And what’s that?” she asked with curiosity. To answer her question I reached over to the right side of the stove and grabbed the bottle of olive oil my mother uses to cook with.



“And what are you going to…Oh…In here?” she asked with a slightly incredulous voice. To answer her question, I placed the olive oil on the edge of the stove and with my right hand, I began pushing her head down towards the stove as my left began to push up the bottom of her jersey. Disrupting my impatience she yelled, “Hold up.”



I released my hold on my capture. Straightening up, she ordered me to back up. I complied and was rewarded with her pulling her New Jersey Devils hockey jersey over her head and my heart skipped a beat. My lil devil was wearing a pair of lace cheeky panties in NJD colors. The body of her low-rise tight fitting panties was red as were the lace edges. Woven into the red lace was black elastic. Most delicious was how at the top of the crack of her ass was a V opening with white lacing crisscrossing down to end in a tiny white bow.



As I was admiring the wondrousness of her panties and the even greater wondrousness of the ass it was molded to, my angel had folded her jersey into a neat package. Placing it on the edge of the range, she took a step back and placing her forearms on her padded armrest my mother offered herself to me.



As much I would’ve loved to appreciate and adore her panties, I was too eager to dillydally. Without fanfare or grace, I yanked them down and mom stepped out of them with the grace and fanfare I lacked. To torment me, she reached down and upon picking them up, held her panties to her face and with an exaggerated inhale smelled her own scent. “Ummmmm…”



Grabbing the bottle of olive oil and opening it, I created a mouthwatering stream by pouring a river of the golden gooey liquid across her shoulders. With glee, I watched the molten fluid land on her back and ooze down her body. I continued to let the oil rain down on her until it cascaded as an amber flowing sheet.



Setting the bottle down it was time to work my magic. Removing my t-shirt and casting it away, I placed my hands on my mother’s back in the path of the oncoming oil slick. Sliding my hands up, I dammed the wave and initiated an oil clean-up program by massaging it in my mom’s luscious, succulent flesh. I smeared the oil up onto her shoulders and rubbed it into her smooth caps and graceful neck. As my left hand reached around and massaged the golden tallow on her thin throat, my hand vibrated as my Lilith purred with contentment.



My right hand pushed a rivulet upstream, up the back of her neck and into the short buzz of her dyed blond hair. Her golden threads and scalp soaked up my liquid, darkening her hair to an auburn wheat. Using both hands, I worked my goo into her scalp. Focusing my attention on only the short buzz on the sides and back of her head, I reveled with arousal at the sight of the contrast between her now greased and darkened short hair and the longer spikey yellow blades on top.



That is until I poured a healthy dollop of my elixir onto those spikes. Working the oil into her scalp, her points softened and some flattened in surrender. Yet mom instead softly screamed out, “Oh god John that feels soooooo good. Oh god, oh my fucking god. Oh fuck. Oh god baby, that feels incredible.”



I poured another generous helping of oil onto her back and now I smeared my lotion outwards onto her ribs. Adding another helping, I pushed the growing oil slick ever outwards until my hands where wrapping around her body. My greased hands were now massaging the runaway ooze into her bountiful chest.



“Oh god John, that’s it baby. Oh god John. Oh god,” she vibrantly chimed as my lubricated mitts kneaded my liquid love upon her breasts. Dedicated to my craft, I made sure each bit of her chest and breasts were properly moisturized. I exulted with excitement as my hands glided with ease over and around her tits. The feeling was miraculous as I’d attempt to squeeze her lubricated boobs only to have them pop out of my slickened fingers. Sliding my fingertip on her hardened nipples was like trying to hold a hot piece of ice.



When I sensed my oil spill was running thin, I created an oil reservoir by filling the hollow in the small of her lower back. From here, I worked outwards massaging her back muscles before extending out to her oblique’s (the large flat muscle that wraps around the sides of one’s waist). My slickened paws continued their travels around to mom’s soft and smooth stomach. “Oh John, that feels soooo good.”



Kneeling down behind my angel, I coated the palms of my hand. Starting at her ankles, I massaged my ointment into her tall thin legs. Reaching her calves, I used my thumbs to press firmly into her meaty, muscled flesh. “Oh god John, oh god that’s feels sooooooooo good. Oh god, you are amazing.”



With gentle pressure, I caressed the erogenous spot on the backs of her knees and I felt my lil devil press her body even firmer against the edge of the stove to support herself. My wandering fingers continued their march upwards on mom’s golden pins. To wrap my hands around her thighs and work my balm into her delectable flesh was an aphrodisiac for both of us. She spread her legs further open and encouraged my efforts. “Oh god John, Oh god, you are a magician. Oh god, I love you so much.”



Soon my hands were ensuring her hips glistened and gleamed as much as the rest of her body did. Pouring a large puddle into my cupped left hand, I reached between her legs and allowed her hairless pussy drink my offering. I massaged the olive oil across her smooth pubic mound and she loudly moaned in incoherence. My palm caressed her pussy lips and danced with slimy ease along them. I maintained my attention to detail, making certain her entire pelvis was coated, lubricated and slick to the touch.



My mother’s body glowed with a radiance and the light danced with an erotic reflectivity from the oil, except the one spot of her flesh which stood out with its muted matte golden hued skin.



I knelt down before the treasure troves my mother’s ass was to become. I poured some of the viscous golden liquid on the top of mom’s butt-cheeks and watched with reverence as it slowly flowed over her globes. Placing the bottle on the floor, I reached up and interrupted the oil’s downward trickle by beginning to massage it into her firm yet supple ass-cheeks. Mom just purred in appreciation to my attentions. I poured some more oil, massaged it into her shining warm flesh and then poured even more oil onto her ass until it gleamed with slickness. Her glistening ass looked so tasty in my hands I had to taste it. Holding her butt-cheeks up and tight together, I licked them with desire. While I could taste the olive oil, I could also taste the sweetness of my mother’s flesh beneath it.Holding the oil directly above the split between her ass-cheeks, I poured and watched it disappear into her canyon. That is until I pried open her cheeks, and with a focus to attention, made sure the valley between her cheeks gleamed the same as her cheeks did. With my devotion, mom’s body swayed and writhed from my love and she sighed her approval. Every time the tip of my finger danced over her puckered sphincter, she giggled with delight.

It was the day after I had gotten that blowjob from Carly and we had decided to go out. My friend Niko had invited us to his big house party to celebrate him getting into Princeton University. Niko is very smart, but he wasn’t a nerd and his parties were always insane, like something you would see on MTV or some other teen channel.



We had just pulled up to my house in my car, when Carly said, “Patrick, I’m think about experimenting with a couple of my other guy friends tonight, is that okay?”



Now, our relationship was mainly physical. That meant that I was allowed to screw around with other girls and she was allowed to screw around with other guys. As long as we were the number one, sexually, to one another, we didn’t really care what the other person did.



I looked her over. In all her 18 year old glory, her tits looked magnificent in her tight top, and I knew her ass was going to look great in her skin tight jeans. I looked really simple in loose jeans and a T-shirt.



“Baby, that’s totally okay, if I can do the same,” I said with a wink.



She beamed at me and said, “Deal!”



We walked into the house and the party was already in full swing. Music was blasting, people were dancing and grinding, and I loved the sight of it. Carly quickly led me over to the dance floor, and we started grinding. Her ass felt amazing against my crotch. She moved and swayed, and I swear she was trying to get me hard. Well, she was succeeding. My 7 1/2 cock was already getting stiff as I ground harder against her. I reached around her waist and slid one hand up her shirt and fondled her amazing breasts. With the other hand, I slid it into her jeans and rubbed my hand against her shaved pussy.



“Oh,” she moaned.



I felt her get very wet, and I thought that it was because of me, but I caught her looking at a pair of jocks across the room and licking her lips. I decided to let her have a little fun. I raised my hand and spank her, then quickly, roughly grabbed her ass right between her legs. She bit her lip and gasped in pleasure.



“You horny little bitch,” I said to her, “go show those boys a good time I’m going to find myself a piece of ass.”



She looked at me, winked, and skipped over to the jocks. One of them immediately grabbed her ass, while the other led her hand down to his crotch. I laugh and look around the room for a decent girl to fuck. I spied 18 year old senior Anna, who is kind of short, but she has a great ass and good C cup breasts. She has gorgeous brown eyes and wavy brown hair. She is wearing a pink blouse and tight jeans. Next to her is her best friend, 19 year old Kailyn, who is in her freshman year in college. Kailyn has the exact same sized breasts as Anna, but Kailyn has a tighter ass, blonde hair, blue eyes and is wearing a light blue tank top and short denim shorts.



I made my way through the crowd of people over to the two fine looking girls.



“Hey, ladies,” I said with a wink. I reached around both their waists and gave each ass a hard squeeze.



“Bold move, stud,” said Anna, “Your lucky I’m fucking horny as hell right now.”



I winked at her, “I’m feeling pretty damn lucky.”



“Oh, Patrick, you don’t need to be lucky to get with us,” said Kailyn, “You only have to be good in bed.”



They both giggled at that, and my smile got wider.



“Well then, let’s find a room girls, and you two can see just how good I am,” I respond.



“Alright, stud, let’s see what you got,” said Anna, raising one eyebrow slightly.



“Wait,” said Kailyn, “Aren’t you here with Carly?”



I looked around and didn’t see Carly anywhere.



“I think that she’s busy,” I said, “Come on, let’s find a room.”



I walked down a long hallway and saw that most of the doors were locked, meaning there was a couple in there fucking. We finally got to an empty room that seen to have been decorated by a girl who loves pink. The fluffy bed and pillows, the window shades, and even the walls were pink.



It didn’t matter. The girls pushed me onto the bed. Kailyn came over and undid my jeans and pulled them off me revealing my boxers underneath. Anna had started to make out with me. I felt our tongues sliding against one another. I lifted her shirt off without breaking the kiss, and she did the same for me.



Kailyn, meanwhile, had gotten my boxers off and was kissing my cock all over. She then slid her hot little mouth on my head and started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking nearly the whole thing in her mouth.



I broke my kiss with Anna and said, “Oh yes, Kailyn, suck me like a pro!”



Anna then went over and sat next to Kailyn, and she started to suck my balls while Kailyn sucked me off.



“Oh, girls, that is great!” I moaned.



Anna then got up and removed her bra, so I could get a look at her magnificent boobs. She came over by me; I grabbed one in each hand while I kissed the left one all over.



“Oh that feels good,” she moaned.



I then licked and sucked on her nipple, causing her to moan a little louder. I then moved over to her right breast and gave it the same treatment.



“Oh God, Patrick, that’s great!” she moaned loudly.



I then unlatched my lips from her tits and told her to get her pants off. She quickly stripped out of the jeans to reveal a sexy black thong. She just as quickly did away with that. She the positioned herself over my face, and I could clearly she that her pussy was shaved except for a thin landing strip of dark pubic hair. She lowered herself onto me, and I slid my tongue into her pussy and started to energetically eat her out.



“Oh shit! Yes, right there, Patrick!” she said.



At the same time, Kailyn had stripped completely and by looking down from Anna’s pussy, I could see that she had amazing tits and a nice little shaved pussy with only a thin strip of blonde hair on it. Kailyn had positioned herself over my still hard cock and lowered herself on to my shaft. I could feel her tight pussy squeezing me as she bounced up and down on my cock.



“Oh fuck! Oh shit! It is so good!” screamed Kailyn.



“Oh yes!” I moaned into Anna’s pussy.



Kailyn was plunging herself down onto my cock with a passion. I could feel her cunt squeezing my shaft each time my cock filled up her tight little pussy.



“Oh yes! Yes!” she screamed.



The pleasure she gave me made me eat out Anna more ferociously, my tongue basically fucking her. I then curled it out and used it to flick and suck on her button. I grabbed and massaged her ass so I could plunge my tongue deeper into her cunt.



“Oh shit yes!” Anna yelled.



I then used my tongue to suck on her button, while I slid two fingers into her hot cunt.



“Oh fuck yes!” she yelled.



Kailyn was still fucking me for all she was worth. Then, I felt her pussy really tighten up.



“Oh shit, Patrick! I’m cumming!” Kailyn screamed.



I felt her pussy tighten even more and her juices flowed onto my cock. While she got off of my shaft and lay there gasping, I was still fingering Anna.



“Oh shit, Patrick that feels great!” she screamed as I drove my fingers in and out of her hot cunt.



I added a third finger and she gasped with pleasure. It sent her over the edge.



“Shit! I’m cumming!” she yelled and came onto my fingers.



She rolled off me and lay panting on her back. I held up the fingers that were now coated in her juices and had her suck them clean. Then while she was still in the ecstasy of her orgasm, I positioned myself over her and drove my throbbing cock into her wet snatch.



“Oh yes! Yes, Patrick!” she yelled.



“Fuck, Anna, you’re so tight!” I exclaimed.



Her pussy was tighter than Kailyn’s, and I could feel it squeezing and rubbing against my cock even harder than Kailyn’s had.



“Oh fuck yes! It is so good!” Anna screamed.



I fuck her with a great passion. Fast, hard, and deep, I plunged my cock into her tight pussy. In and out, I fucked her brains out. It wasn’t long until I heard…



“Shit! I’m cumming, Patrick!” Anna screamed as her cunt tightened and her juices flowed over my cock.



She lay there in pure euphoria, and I had to catch my breath as well. I then saw Kailyn crawl over to Anna and start eating her out.



“Oh yes,” Anna moaned.



Kailyn had obviously done this before, and this made me think that the rumors at school that she was a bisexual were probably true. While Kailyn flicked her tongued in and out of Anna’s pussy, I got a great view of her tight ass and a nice image of her asshole. I hadn’t gotten off yet anyway so I decided to go for it.



“Oh yes, bitch, lick that cunt!” Anna screamed, and I could see that she had grabbed the back of Kailyn’s head and was pushing the blonde deeper into her snatch.



I was really turned on by this, so I positioned myself behind Kailyn, grabbed her ass, gave it a rough squeeze, and licked her quickly from pussy to asshole. I slid one finger into her asshole and I could hear her moan into Anna’s pussy. I took that as the signal to go ahead. I spit into my hand and rubbed my cock to lube it up. I then grabbed Kailyn ass again and slid my cock into her asshole. I heard her gasp with pleasure into Anna’s pussy. I started to pump slowly in and out of her ass, gaining speed with each thrust.



“Shit, Kailyn, your ass is so tight!” I yelled, and I heard her moan loudly into Anna’s pussy.



“Fuck yes, slut! Keep licking!” Anna screamed.



I was now pumping in and out of Kailyn’s ass as hard as I could, and I could hear her moaning loudly and gasping into Anna’s cunt.



“Fuck yes, Kailyn!” I yelled, “Your ass is amazing!”



“Shit, Kailyn, I’m going to cum soon!” screamed Anna.



I could see that Kailyn was using two fingers and was pumping them in and out of Anna’s cunt, while she kept licking her.



“Shit! I’M CUMMING!” Anna screamed as she came all over Kailyn’s fingers and face. Kailyn licked up all of Anna’s juices while Anna lay there breathing hard. This made me lose it.



“Fuck! I’m cumming!” I yelled, and I grabbed Kailyn’s ass and thrust deep inside her.



I spilled glob after glob of cum into Kailyn’s ass, filling her up with my sperm. This sent Kailyn over the edge, and I felt her tighten up and then spill her juices on the bed.



We just laid there panting and catching our breaths for a second. Then I helped the girls clean up and put our clothes back on. We left the room, and each girl gave me a peck in the cheek, thanked me, and then disappeared into the still thick crowd at the party. I looked around and found Carly dancing in a big crowd of people.



I walked over to her and said, “Hey, want to go?”



“Sure,” she said, “After this one song.”



So I sat down on a couch and watched her dance, which was very sexy, and waited for the song to finish. After it was done, she skipped over to me and gave me a big kiss.



“So how was your night?” she asked.



“Pretty good,” I said, as we walked out the front door of the house and made our way to the car, “Yours?”



“It was ok,” she said, “Those guys weren’t nearly as good as you are though.”



I laughed. We got in the car, and I drove her home. When we got there, she gave me a romantic goodnight kiss.



“See you tomorrow, babe,” she said with a wink.



“Ok, baby, see you,” I said.



I watched her walk to the front door, and she turned around and waved at me before disappearing inside.



I smiled and thought, ‘Pretty damn good night.’



I then laughed and drove off.

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Adrian and Beth were enjoying each other’s company on a quiet Saturday afternoon after a long week of work. Both had demanding jobs that seemed to consume all their time and energy and they savored their weekends together. During the week their working hours frequently ran late into the evenings and they usually brought work home to complete. But it was worth it because they were able to buy a home in a neighborhood they liked and send their daughter to a top notch college for an education they hoped would one day pay off in an excellent job opportunity.



They both knew the work situation would ease up one day and right now they were paying their dues, as it were. They were still enjoying the recent quiet of empty nesters and rediscovering how much they enjoyed being with each other. They now liked to stay at home sometimes, just the two of them. They married relatively young, Adrian just out of college and Beth just starting, and had immediately started a family.



Their daughter was born when Beth was still eighteen and was every bit as beautiful as her mother. So much so that now mother and daughter were frequently thought of as sisters or friends when out in public. Beth, now almost forty, had retained her good looks and figure and Adrian was still handsome and trim. With their only child at college on the other side of the state, it was like they were dating again and they loved it.



Tonight both pitched in to create a nice dinner at home. Adrian worked his culinary magic on a fresh from the market filet of fish he was going to bake. They made a good team in the kitchen, each working in their own space on their respective dishes. He occasionally glanced admiringly over at Beth as he seasoned the fish and combined olive oil, capers, tomatoes, chicken stock and wine into a fabulous sauce. She was intent on chopping veggies and washing salad greens, taking a sip of her wine every now and then, never noticing he was watching her. There was nothing overtly sexy about her fixing that salad but his mind was leaping forward to after dinner thoughts of Beth in the bedroom. Maybe it was the way she was standing, slightly bent over the counter, with her hip jutted out a little and her long legs looking delectable. Adrian thought those legs would look better entwined around his waist, or on his shoulders, or maybe wrapped around his head. He wondered if Beth was having any of the same thoughts.



After enjoying dinner and a nice white wine, they retired to the lanai to catch the last strands of the pink-purple sunset signaling the end of another revolution. Beth snuggled up to Adrian as the last ray of sun disappeared below the horizon and whispered, “I love being here with you.” Adrian held her close and sighed, “This is where we belong,” then bent to kiss her full red lips that parted when they met his own. That kiss turned into a deeper, longer, open mouth kiss and Adrian slid his large hands around Beth’s firm smooth hips and down to cup the ass he had always adored. In fact Beth’s ass was secretly the object of adoration of many men who knew her, as well as quite a few women. Her delicious bottom was one of her assets, but her dirty blond, shoulder length curls and greenish blue eyes certainly complemented the whole sexy package that featured prominent, but not overly large, firm breasts that defied the effects of gravity.



Beth smiled up at Adrian with happy eyes and said, “Think the dishes can wait till morning?” She ground her smoldering pelvis into his groin in a not too subtle hint.



“Hell yes,” he replied, answering her humping with his own. With his hand protectively on her firm butt and her hand in his back pocket they headed back inside through the French doors and down the hall toward the bedroom. Since they had gotten the house to themselves their love making had definitely been more frequent and arduous. So much so that they had recently began referring to it as ‘fucking’, implying it was as much about enjoying the sex as it was about making love. The term ‘fucking’ seemed to make it naughtier or more risqué. Sex between them now was indeed much naughtier than before and sometimes down-right dirty and nasty. They loved it.



Upon entering the bedroom, Adrian quickly cued up their favorite porno movie and slowly began undressing Beth. He kissed each body part as it became bare, spending time lavishing attention on her expressive nipples as they were freed from the sexy confines of her bra and nuzzling the warm spot between her legs as her lacy panties were peeled down. She in turn undressed him, removing his shirt first and then sinking to her knees to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers in one motion. As she slowly pulled them down she watched his crotch in anticipation of his cock coming into view and was totally surprised when it sprang free and hit her under the chin with a ‘plop’.



“Someone’s ready I see,” she grinned.



Adrian lustily pulled her up onto the bed and said, “I put our favorite video in.” This was a video they had accidentally discovered a few months back that featured a scorching threesome scene that took place on a tall winding staircase. They watched it only occasionally because it was totally hot and ensured exhausting sex for both of them. It freed their libidos and they saved it for special occasions. He thought tonight should be a special occasion. The video contained submission, pounding anal sex, girl-girl sex, and two women pleasing one man. In the video all three cum loud, hard, and long at the same time.



This scenario was so foreign to any sex experience Adrian and Beth had ever had, but it kick started their libidos all the same. Neither had ever ventured into sex with more than one partner, neither had ever had sex with a different partner since their marriage, and neither had tried anal sex. Now all these possibilities burned brightly in the deep dark recesses of their lusty brains. The video reminded them of the fantasies that each secretly hoped would one day come to fruition. For now, watching the forbidden scene always ended in satisfying orgasms for both. The thought of actually experiencing this was just under the surface but the mind blowing sex they experienced from watching it was very real.



Adrian and Beth slowly fondled each other as the scene unfolded on screen; pacing themselves for what they knew was coming. Beth nestled into the protective crook between Adrian’s shoulder and neck and stroked his growing cock slowly while Adrian gently ran his fingertips up and down Beth’s warm, totally smooth and rapidly moistening lady lips and gently drew circles lightly over her stiffening nipples. They tried to go slow, to extend the pleasure, but when Adrian slid down to kiss Beth on the upper thigh and outer pussy lips, as he applied increasing pressure to her now distended rock hard nipples, things started to quickly heat up. As the trio on the screen began their decent into pleasure with the domineering maid scornfully ordering the submissive wife to do a better job on licking her beautifully close trimmed pussy, Adrian responded by blazing a path with his warm wet tongue up Beth’s inner thigh leaving a trail of goose bumps on her upper leg.



He slowly let his tongue wander up to the point where her ass cheeks met. Then paused, his wet tongue resting very close to the star of her anus. Beth’s whole body tensed up, not knowing what Adrian’s intentions were with her ass. She was unsure if she was ready to venture into unknown territory. She was already too aroused to stop him from taking her ass and she really didn’t want him to stop, not really. In fact she pushed her ass onto his probing tongue with a little hip flex, encouraging him if that was where he wanted to go.



In a teasing move he pressed further with his tongue causing Beth to sigh into her pillow as she watched the action on the screen. He retreated and continued his wet journey to the bottom of her drenched pussy and then oh so slowly split open her shinny lips with his tongue, slightly wagging it side to side as if to further split the pussy lips open. Beth was now clenching her pillow with one hand and roughly pinching and pulling her right nipple with the other hand as the wife on the screen was being forced to admit she in fact wanted to be fucked in the ass by the overly large cock that was currently balls deep in her sopping pussy.



As Adrian’s tongue continued its journey up her wet slit Beth humped her hips upward to increase the contact and her hands came down to grip the back of his head to better direct his movements. He didn’t tease anymore. He followed her lead straight to her throbbing clit, running his tongue lightly over the stiff nub and then slowly and completely around it before trapping the sensitive point between his lips and sucking hard at her center. Beth bucked hard, twice into his face, then exploded into a long gut wrenching orgasm just as the onscreen cock pierced the tight confines the onscreen wife’s ass who had her face buried in the pussy of the domineering maid.



Beth slowly recovered after her first exhausting orgasm before she smiled sweetly at Adrian and breathily whispered, “thank you,” as she kissed a trail down his flat muscular tummy to his rock hard throbbing cock. Adrian was having trouble deciding whether to watch the action on the screen or watch Beth who was smiling wickedly at him. Beth mirrored the movements of the onscreen wife as she slowly engulfed the head of Adrian’s cock and made an ever so slow kiss and suck just on the head, like on screen. She then took long hard sucks up and down the shaft and when the onscreen wife was being admonished for not sucking harder and deeper, Beth sucked as hard as she could. She slowly took Adrian’s steel hard shaft as deep as ever and held it in her throat, just as the onscreen wife was forced to do. She could taste the pre cum leaking from Adrian’s shaft as she slid her lips back to the top of his cock before releasing it with a ‘plopping’ sound. She smiled her sexy, wicked smile as she said, “Fuck me now, right now!”



Beth rose up on her hands and knees and turned around so Adrian was behind her as she bent over on all fours presenting Adrian with her shinny engorged pussy lips and beautiful ass. She then leaned further down so her tender nipples smashed into the rough fabric of the bedspread and her pussy and ass were even more exposed and vulnerable to Adrian’s whim. Adrian approached Beth’s pussy with his throbbing saliva wet cock and slowly split apart her pussy lips with his angry looking member. He slid all the way into her steamy cunt until his hips were pressed into the cheeks of her ass and he held there for long seconds. Beth’s breath slowly escaped into the pillow and her sigh of pleasure was echoed by his own. She raised her eyes to see the screen just as the onscreen wife was licking the clit of the maid and her husband was pounding deep into the small tight ass of the whimpering maid.



There was a crescendo as Adrian slammed into Beth while the onscreen threesome neared a screaming orgasm. Just as the video threesome orgasamed, the husband cumming in the maid’s ass and his cum dripping out and down over her wide open pussy and over the wife’s exploring tongue and face, so did Adrian and Beth. “Yes f-f-f fuck me hard,” she cried out. And he did.



Relaxing on the edge of sleep while cuddling spoon fashion with his front side plastered against her backside Adrian said, “That was so hot. I wonder if something like that could happen to us?”



Of course he was fishing to see if Beth truly enjoyed it and if she would ever be interested in expanding their sexual boundaries. His expectations were immediately shot down when she blurted, “No way that could happen with us.” This response was expected but still he was crestfallen, then after a beat or two she giggled, “We don’t have a staircase.”



His spirits soared and his cock twitched as much as it could in its deflated worn out state snuggled between her beautiful ass cheeks. Her remark got a chuckle from Adrian who added that he could quickly build a staircase to nowhere in their sprawling one story ranch style house or a staircase to heaven as it were. Her response of, “get building then” left him speechless for a few beats and that led to a long pillow talk session about what each partner really wanted.



Both confessed that the video had been the hottest sex scene either had ever seen. They both agreed that they would like to experience something like it if the opportunity ever arose. Also both were in agreement that sex with others would have to be consensual and that it couldn’t threaten their marriage or relationship. It would be “just sex”, wonderful sex, but all the same, just sex, with no threatening emotional involvement with the other person or couple. Beth thought that a woman partner, like in the movie would be best, while Adrian was OK with another woman or a couple, or even another guy if Beth would like to experience two men and be the center of attention and the middle of a sexy sandwich.



The phrase “build a staircase” later became married code for having sex or jokingly inquiring if a certain person would be a likely threesome candidate, as in, “Do you think Joyce could help us build that staircase?”



Adrian cuddled Beth from behind and cupped her breasts with his fingertips just barely teasing her still puffy nipples, neither looking at the other in the darkened room, making it easier to intimately talk this way.



With his lips caressing the back of her neck he whispered, “Would you rather be the wife or the maid?”



He got no response so he pressed on, “Would you like to be the domineering maid?”



He felt her head move but couldn’t tell if it was a head shake “No” or a nod “Yes”.



He held and caressed her a minute more and asked, “Would you like to be the submissive wife?” Again some movement but nothing discernible, he was still not sure.



Taking a chance he placed a thumb and forefinger around each nub of a nipple with a firm grasp and whispered into her neck, “You would rather be the submissive wife, wouldn’t you?” A sound barely louder than a sigh emanated from her and he applied more pressure to each nipple along with a slight twisting motion and said, “Louder. Tell me which you’d rather be.”



“Yes,” she said into the safe haven of her pillow and then whispered back to him, “the wife. I would rather be the wife.” “And you would be OK with pleasing the other woman?” a silent nod in the affirmative from Beth. “And the hard pussy pounding and deep anal sex part would be OK?” again a silent nod in the affirmative.



Adrian was still spooning with Beth but the conversation and all the implications along with it had reinvigorated his once deflated cock that was still nestled between her ass cheeks. Only now his cock was thickening and lengthening and the head lay in a pool of his own warm, slippery pre cum that was leaking from his member like water from a cheap faucet. With their bodies still plastered together one of them would have to move to give his cock room to expand or it would have to find a place to move into. Neither Adrian nor Beth had any intention of moving away from the other.



Still he pressed with the questions, “Would you be OK with me having sex with the other woman while you also pleased her?” One more nod in the affirmative as his cock twitched in its warm slippery nest.



He pressed against her ass and she pressed back. “And if the guy in the threesome wasn’t me, would that be OK?” He could feel Beth tense in his arms with the question but he could also feel her nipples harden and her hips involuntarily press back on his cock almost forcing it into the tight confines of her ass. This time there was no response from Beth so he increased the pressure on her tortured nipples and whispered, “Beth I need to know. What if the other man wasn’t me and he was fucking your pussy and ass and filling you with his cum. Would you be OK with that?” He gripped her hard nubbins firmer, trying to elicit a response from her. A slight shrug of her shoulders was her only reply.



He prodded with a soft, “Beth?” He got a slight nod of her head this time but he pressed on, “Beth I need an answer now.” He slid one hand down over her mound to her now drenched pussy and dragged one finger slowly through her wetness before gently circling her clit with his wet digit. Adrian thought her clit felt larger and more prominent than he ever remembered and he began a side to side movement over one side of her clit and then back over, softly battering the tender nub with his gentle assault.



“Maybe,” she sighed as his full blown hard on pressed against her puckered star in a pool of wetness. Just as the slippery head of his impossibly hard shaft was about to part the tiny portal into her tightly clenched ass she pushed her hips backward, he pushed forward, and she sighed, “yes” just as his searching shaft slid from her ass to her hot welcoming pussy.



He slowly entered her and when his pelvis met her cheeks and he could go no deeper he paused to let her get used to his hard shaft in her moist center. After a minute of stillness he could feel her pussy grip him harder with her inner muscles.



“Yes,” she cried again and Adrian withdrew slightly only to plow back into her harder and deeper, if that were possible. Adrian didn’t know if Beth meant ‘yes’ fuck me or ‘yes’ she was OK with another man being involved but there was no stopping now. With long, deep, pounding strokes he pummeled the depths of her drenched pussy. She forced her hips back into his advances until she came around his cock as she rubbed her clit and he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her wetness. “Yes, yes, yes, I want it, all of it,” she whispered as they once again came down from the heights of their orgasm.



They lay in each other’s arms exploring their fantasies with the stipulation that neither was to judge or get jealous. Otherwise that would be the end of conversation and it wouldn’t be mentioned again. No harm no foul. They learned a lot from each other that night but mostly they discovered they were more alike than they ever thought and more in love with each other than they realized.



Perfect honesty is not easy to achieve with yourself, much less with a partner. They discussed fantasies involving others, BDSM, exhibitionism, spanking, group situations and combinations of all of these. They came to the conclusion that the threesome in the sex video was almost the perfect scene and each would love for it to be real. But with who? How do you find a willing participant? You can’t just ask your friends, as much as you might like to, and you can’t just advertise the fact you’re looking to bring someone into your bed. Names were discussed and rejected for one reason or another and they finally decided it would need to be someone they didn’t already know.



They didn’t give up on the idea and the thought of a tryst still fueled many lusty evenings in bed, but they began to realize it may not ever come to fruition.



One evening after work and her yoga class Beth sauntered in a little later than usual. He poured them both a glass of wine while he worked on dinner and she relaxed. While they were enjoying the wine Beth was watching Adrian stir the spaghetti sauce but she was unusually withdrawn and quiet, pensive even.



Adrian noticed and asked, “Everything OK babe?” She snapped out of her funky stupor, gave him a curious look, sidled to his side and hugged him. With her face snuggled into his neck she whispered, “I think you better start building that staircase.” It took a moment to register the significance of her words but Adrian continued hugging her protectively to his chest. Slowly drawing away he peered down to her face. Her eyes were downcast, almost looking embarrassed, so he tilted her face to meet his and noticed not only the blush in her cheeks but the lust in her eyes.

I haven’t written many stories at all so far, but this is definitely my most adventurous. This is your fair warning, read the category this one has been submitted to.



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Brad stared at the notice on his door. This was completely outrageous. A few weeks ago his housemate had moved out, and Brad had tried everything he could think of to find a replacement. But unfortunately he hadn’t been able to find anyone yet. So, he’d paid every cent he could on the rent this month, but unfortunately he’d come up $50 short. He’d discussed this with the agent, who had agreed that he had been a great tenant, and that Brad would pay the remaining $50 as soon as possible and find another housemate.



Now he had returned to find an eviction notice stapled to the door. As if finding another housemate hadn’t been hard enough, finding another place to live in under a week was going to be even worse. He tried the door, but found his key didn’t work. “WHAT?” he yelled in frustration. Surely this was illegal. The note on the door listed the agent’s contact number. He immediately called her, having only spoken to her a few days ago regarding the rent anyway.



She was very apologetic and sympathetic, and even promised to help find him a place. Apparently the owner had plans for this place, and his minor infraction presented an opportunity to evict Brad and get his plans underway. The agent organised to provide access to the apartment to collect his belongings in the next week, offering to make herself available whenever Brad needed access.



Brad sat on the steps in the lobby. He’d have to call some friends, try and find a place to crash, but for now, he just sat there wallowing in depression. His job wasn’t the greatest, but he had good opportunity for advancement if he could last there. Maybe a second job would be the solution to his current woes.



“Hello, are you ok?” It was a moment before Brad realised he was being addressed. He looked up to see the two beautiful girls that seemed to live together in the building. He’d seen them around and smiled at them before, but didn’t even know their names. One was a relatively short blonde, about 5’5″; the brunette was a bit taller, closer to 6′. Brad himself was only about 5’9″. Both women were pretty busty, though the blonde was probably a bit heavier up top, though that might only have been due to her breasts looking bigger for her height. The brunette was lithe and athletic, while the blond had a fantastic booty that he’d admired more than once.



He gave a sad smile, “Hi, yeah, I’m ok. I just found out I’ve been evicted because I was $50 short on rent this month. I’ve been trying to find a housemate for weeks but ran out of time. I would have paid the $50, but apparently the landlord wanted me out, and now he’s changed the lock and I can’t even get in to collect clothes until tomorrow.”



“Oh my god, that’s terrible.” The tall brunette said sympathetically. Her shoulder blade length, silky hair was held up in a pony tail. She was wearing a grey Adidas crop top, her boobs stretching it out, and tight, black Capri pants, and a duffel bag over her shoulder, seemingly having been to the gym.



“It sounds illegal to me.” The shorter blonde stated firmly. Her hair was about an inch or so above her shoulders, and hung straight except for the last inch which kinked outwards. She was wearing a puffy white peasant blouse showing off her deep cleavage with a tight, short, blue miniskirt, showing off her mouth-watering ghetto booty.



“Do you have anywhere to stay?” the brunette asked, while the blonde shot her a glance.



“I’ll call one of my friends and find somewhere. I was just trying to get things sorted out in my head first.”



The two girls looked at each other, seemingly having an unspoken conversation. Finally the blonde sighed and said, “You can stay with us for a while. We have a small third bedroom, but no furniture, so you’ll have to crash on the couch until you can collect your bed. I’m Sara.” She held out her hand to shake and Brad stared at it for a moment, before dropping to his knees and lightly kissing her knuckles. Sara gasped, while her housemate giggled.



This was fantastic. They were so close, just a few floors above him somewhere. He’d be able to move his few items of furniture easily upstairs while he looked for a place. “I’m Brad. Thank you so much. I promise I’ll be on the hunt for a place tomorrow.”



He reached out and grabbed the brunette’s hand and similarly kissed her knuckles, she giggled again and told him, “Daphne.”



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Brad reflected on the day as he got out of the shower. After work and the shock of the eviction, he’d been blessed to meet the two gorgeous girls he’d noticed around the building. Then they’d invited him to stay with them until he found a place. He’d followed them up to their apartment. It was cosy, really well decorated and furnished, he thought they must have been here a while. There were a few touches around that told him he was in a girl’s apartment, but also a few things he wouldn’t have expected, like the PS3 hooked up to the 50″ plasma TV. They showed him the room, which was quite small, but he wouldn’t be here long, and it should be big enough for him to cram everything in. They’d ordered in a pizza, refusing his feeble attempts to pay. He was tapped out until he got his bond and some of the rent he’d paid back from the agent, or payday next week. After dinner they’d given him a towel and showed him the bathroom.



He emerged from the bathroom and found they’d left him some blankets and a pillow on the couch before retiring to their rooms. He made himself comfortable on the couch, which was surprisingly easy, and before long, was sound asleep.



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The previous day had been shocking, today proved frustrating. Fortunately he was rostered off today. Daphne had lent him her key so he could come and go as he needed, saying she’d get a copy from their agent. That had been the last of the good experiences. He’d searched high and low, through classifieds, online, message boards, noticeboards, even walking into several real estate agents’ offices, but he wasn’t able to find a suitable place to rent or co-rent on his current income. He’d been lucky to find the one he’d just been evicted from he realised. Finally he gave up for the day.



He returned to Daphne and Sara’s, only to find that the key didn’t work.



Then his property management agent, despite her claim, proved unable to meet him for two hours due to scheduled meetings and showings. He was stuck outside both apartments.



Finally the agent showed up and he moved his meagre belongings to the hallway and stairwell ready for Daphne or Sara to return home.



He decided to try a few friends, but unfortunately, none of them had the room to accommodate him. He was really lucky to have met Sara and Daphne. Daphne returned four hours later, extremely apologetic. She only realised when she tried to open the store room at work that she’d given him the wrong key. She had an extra one for him now, before she headed off for the gym.



Then he found he’d overestimated the size of the room, underestimated his furniture or both. Everything fit in there, but it was piled up to the point where he wouldn’t be able to sleep in there. He’d be crashing on the couch for the foreseeable future, at least until he overstayed his welcome and Sara and/or Daphne asked him to move on.



He sat on a corner of the bed; the only part not covered with either bags of clothes, a dresser, desk, etc, and allowed the emotions to take control of him, having a little cry.



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Sara returned home before Daphne. Brad wiped his eyes and went out to face her. She put her bag on the counter and looked at him grimly for a moment before her expression softened and she asked, “Are you ok Brad?”



He swallowed, hoping it wasn’t obvious he’d been crying, “Yes and no. I moved my stuff into the room you’ve so kindly allowed me to use, but it seems I’ll need to sell off some stuff in order to sleep in there, I simply have too much furniture.” Sara continued to watch him, waiting for him to continue. “Also, I searched everywhere, online, noticeboards, uni newspapers and real estate agents, but I simply can’t find a place I can afford. My job doesn’t pay very much right now, but I’m on track for a promotion and pay rise in a few months, and then my career will really kick off. It’s just very hard right now.”



“So, you need a place to stay more permanently?”



“I hate to ask Sara, really you’ve been so kind, both you and Daphne, and I’ve put you out, but right now, I honestly have nowhere else to go.”



She sighed. “I’m not heartless, and I know Daphne would be very angry if we didn’t help you out, so you can stay on until you find somewhere. I think we will have to work out a share of rent for you to pay though.”



“Thank you Sara, of course I’m happy to pay my way.”



There were currently three points of light in his life right now, Sara, Daphne, and the promotion coming his way at work.



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That night they had Italian takeout, and Brad came to the realisation that neither Sara nor Daphne liked to cook very much. Brad could take it or leave it, but since they lacked, he was happy he found somewhere he could provide something to them they wouldn’t otherwise have. Tomorrow night he’d cook for them.



Daphne was happy that Sara had offered him the room, and surprised Brad by giving Sara a hug. He figured they were just really touchy-feely friends.



Now that he had all his clothes he was able to shower, and relax a little. Again, upon emerging from the bathroom, both girls had retired to their rooms, or so he thought.



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He wasn’t sure what woke him, but he was wide awake, and he noticed his cock was standing to attention. He checked his phone, it hadn’t gone off, so that wasn’t why he was awake, but he noticed it was just after midnight. He got up and headed for the kitchen to get a drink. He’d never lived with women other than his mother and sister, so he’d been cautious to cover up at all times so far, especially because he was sleeping on the couch. His cock tented out his boxer shorts obscenely, bouncing as he walked. He quickly repositioned it in the unlikely event that he bumped into Daphne or Sara.



On the way back to the couch he noticed a low glow from under Sara’s door. He was interrupted by a low moan from behind her door. He stopped in shock. Sara must have been awake, and based on the moan, playing with herself. He was sure she couldn’t have smuggled a guy in without waking him.



Brad pictured her laying back against her headboard, perched on her badunkadunk, stroking her fingers through her clit, sliding a dildo in and out of her tight pussy. His cock lurched, and he made a dangerous decision. He crept over to her door and listened for a moment. This close, he could hear more moaning, and a rhythmic thumping. He laid down, positioning his cock along his body, against the floor. Was that two moans he could hear? They sounded different. He got as low as possible, and tilted his head until he could just barely see under the door.



Sara’s amazing, beautiful arse was rhythmically thrusting, fucking someone. They were both facing away from the door, doing it doggy style, and there was one thing that really shocked Brad, and that was Sara’s balls. He would have assumed she was fucking someone with a strap-on if he couldn’t see the fleshy, dangling sack swinging back and forth. He took in the scene in less than a moment.



He gasped, and Sara’s rhythm broke. Had he been discovered? What would he do? But after a split-second of hesitation, Sara started fucking again, harder and faster than before. She grabbed onto her partner’s hips and really started thrusting hard.



Brad decided discretion would be a good idea right now. He moved back from the door and went back to the couch.



For the next few minutes he continued listening for the barely heard moans and thumping. Finally they stopped, and he closed his eyes and lay still, pretending to be asleep in case Sara’s partner left.



Meanwhile his mind was turning over the fact that Sara had a cock. She was so beautiful, and that perfect, round caboose, such a waste. Or was it? He’d had no idea she had a cock, there was simply no hint that she was anything other than all woman. He’d never thought about another cock before either, but every other line and curve on her body was feminine, and oh so hot, and sexy. He’d give anything to run his hand over her delicious rear end. He’d tried anal with a couple of ex-girlfriends, maybe he could do that with Sara.



His cock had been painfully hard from the moment he’d seen Sara, but he’d been too pre-occupied to take any notice of it. As he pretended to sleep, while his mind raced, he was super-aware of it now. He considered running his hands down to his cock and giving himself some relief, but he was still worried someone might emerge from Sara’s room.



He couldn’t get his mind off Sara, imagining her naked, facing away from him, popping her hips and booty back at him, looking seductively over her shoulder at him, her big tits visible either side of her chest… and there, hanging between her legs, her big, shaved balls, throwing a spanner into the image, or so Brad would expect. But the fact was it didn’t. The image in his mind was supremely sensual. He imagined stepping up to her and running his currently rock hard dick up and down through her arse cleavage, while gripping her hips, or reaching up around her chest to paw at her big titties and flick her no doubt rubbery nipples. The more he thought of it, the more things he imagined doing, to the point where he even imagined cupping her nuts, and rolling them around between his fingers, gently pulling on the smooth, stretchy skin.



There was no solution, he was going to have to go to the bathroom and rub one out. As quietly as he could he got to the bathroom and crouched over it awkwardly, trying to aim his shaft at the bowl. Before he even got to five strokes he was shooting cum at the lid, his hips jerking as he held his dick in an iron grip. His cum slid down the lid as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He gathered up some toilet paper and cleaned up himself and the toilet, before flushing away the evidence and heading back to the couch.



As he laid there, his mind slowly drifted off to sleep with his final thoughts. He’d imagined fondling someone’s nuts, before coming in a big way. Was he gay? He’d imagined a lot of female parts in his fantasy, but some undeniably male parts as well. He had no idea.



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He woke before the girls and got himself ready for work. He’d had to take yesterday off, but he didn’t want to miss anymore work, hoping to get the promotion he was pinning all his hopes on. As he was finishing his coffee, having made everyone a pot, he saw Daphne leave her room quietly and called out, “Good morning.”



“Morning,” she stated in a very soft voice.



He was out the door before Sara was up.



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The day had gone well. He got the official nod that he was first in line for the promotion, and he was now just waiting on the senior broker who was retiring sometime in the next six months to make room for him. He was really excited by the prospect of really getting his career on the move.



In addition, the real estate agent had called with the details of his refunds, both of bond and the amount he’d paid as rent. She’d actually processed it the day before, so he had funds again.



On his way home he stopped by a supermarket and picked up the ingredients for a light Thai curry, feeling excited by cooking for the girls.



* * *




When Sara and Daphne walked through the door together laughing about something they both smelt the coconut, basil and coriander Brad was cooking with. They both smiled and hurried into the kitchen with oohs and aahs, pressing their varied, yet equally sexy bodies up against him as they looked into his pot.



“Did you know we had a pot Sara?” Daphne asked, with a huge grin.



“Yes, but I had no idea where it was,” Sara also grinned as she spoke.



“It smells delicious Brad,” Daphne said as she gripped his upper arm.



“Definitely, I had no idea you could cook Brad,” Sara definitely had a note of awe in her voice.



“I figured since you girls have been so nice to me… And besides, I got the official nod today, in a few months or so, once the senior broker retires, I move into an office and onto a much larger salary.” They cheered for him. “Not only that, but the real estate agent sped up my refund, so I have funds.” He spoke more slowly now, he was really enjoying his time with them, “Which means, I can go and find a hotel to stay in, let you have your couch back.”



He’d definitely brought down the mood, especially Daphne seemed morose, “Well, if that’s what you want Brad, and by all means, you deserve a bed rather than a lumpy old couch.”



The couch was anything but. In fact, he’d had better sleep on it than he had in his own bed, aside from the late night awakening he’d been thinking about all day. “No, no, no, not at all, it’s really comfortable. I just feel terrible imposing, I mean, we’ve just met really, and here I am taking up your space.”



Daphne looked at Sara, but it was Sara who spoke, “We’d really like you to stay until you find something permanent, and if this tastes as good as it smells, you can take up our couch any time.”



They enjoyed the curry, over-complimenting Brad on his cooking. They ate while the girls watched an episode of Lost Girl. Brad hadn’t seen it before, but it seemed pretty cool. The chick in it reminded him of Daphne. All too soon the girls were making their excuses and heading off to bed, while Brad transformed the couch back into his bed.



* * *




This time when he awoke, Brad was not quite so disoriented. He immediately looked towards Sara’s room, but saw the light switch off from under Daphne’s door. There was no moaning at all. Perhaps it had been something else. He drifted off to sleep again.



* * *




The rest of the week progressed with a routine developing. Brad cooked every night for the girls and they were really appreciative of it. Friday night was a little different though. Sara had to travel interstate, and Daphne mentioned she wouldn’t be home for dinner. Brad ate on the way home and settled in to watch some TV. About 9:00PM Daphne came in, obviously having had a few drinks, seeming even more boisterous and bouncy than her usual self. She gave Brad a tight hug as he stood to greet her and he inhaled the scent of her hair, like chocolate.



He felt his cock give a stir, and started to worry, but Daphne soon led the way to the couch. She was wearing a buttoned white blouse, with only a couple of top buttons undone, nothing too risqué, but the swell of her bosom was broadcast to all, and the blouse was tucked into a pencil skirt that reached down to just below her knees. She kicked off her shoes and Brad noticed she was wearing stocking or hose, and he fantasised of stockings. As she sat down she hiked the skirt up a little, presumably to get comfortable, and he caught a glimpse of the top of her stockings. His mind froze as his cock lurched. Recovering, he sat down beside her, leaving a generous gap between them.



Brad flipped channels before he stopped on a movie Daphne asked to watch, some ensemble thing about love with Hugh Grant in it. He idly watched while trying to ogle Daphne. Meanwhile Daphne loved it. She closed the gap between them, eventually making contact with Brad. Before long she had her hand on his knee. He turned towards her in time to receive her tongue in his mouth.

It’s not gay if it’s a three-way (the rematch)









After my night of Christmas debauchery with Tasha and Bel I didn’t hear from either of them for a while. I guess they were hooked up with family seasonal holiday things. So I spent the festive season mainly alone with my TV, apart from the one day I got to see my kids and see how little the money I had spent meant to them. So I got back into the routine of work in front of a screen in relative silence all day, and BBW porn and beer in the evenings.



About a week into the new year, Tuesday, I got a phone call from Tasha, asking if I had a good Christmas and inviting me over to her place for dinner on Saturday night. I of course accepted in a flash and started to picture myself stood behind her big squishy arse, pumping hard into her while I groped her massive tits like I had that night of the Christmas party. This fuelled my fantasies for the intervening days, and from Thursday onwards I played with myself regularly, but stopped before I came so that I had plenty stored up for what I hoped would be a shag-tastic Saturday night.



Saturday afternoon came and I was getting myself ready for a good night’s fun and games by shaving my cock and balls (Tasha’s clean shaven pussy had given me the idea when I had been with her before, and I was finding it quite liberating) when the phone rang.



“Hi Baby” (it was Tasha) “Hope you don’t mind, but one of my black friends is in town tonight and I have invited them to join us for the evening?”



“Mind? Of course not!” I said as my mind began to race at the thought of more three way fun “I’ve yet to taste the dark meat”



“Well I’m sure you can have much more than a taste later baby, make sure you are ready for us!”



“Will be ready, willing and able – should I bring anything particular?”



“Just a bottle of wine and your hard dick will go a long way, see you at 7 baby.”



The rest of the day dragged terribly as I watched the clock count down til I jumped in my car and drove across town to the address Tasha had given me (seemed to be in a nice area). It being a Saturday I had dressed casually for the evening’s encounter – just a pair of blue jeans and a freshly ironed polo shirt, I had even left off my boxers as I was on a sure thing. I arrived at 7 on the dot and knocked on the door of what seemed to be a luxury apartment). Tasha answered wearing a very revealing while halter neck top that displayed her large tits wonderfully, and a pair of “jeggings” (denim style leggings) that clung to her fat arse and left nothing to the imagination. She had no shoes on and I could see that she had painted her toenails a dark scarlet colour (matching her fingernails). She was immaculately made up, and wore her dark hair straight, down around her shoulders. I presented her with a bottle of chilled white wine and went to kiss her, and she threw her arms around my neck and rubbed her big tits into my chest as she reciprocated.



She invited me in and showed me round her spacious flat – large lounge dining area with low black leather sofas, a big bathroom with a freestanding bath and just one king size bedroom housing a plush looking wooden framed bed with cream satin sheets and bedclothes. It was clear that she lived alone, and that her friend was yet to show up. We wandered back into the lounge area and I took a seat on the low sofa as Tasha got us both a drink then joined me.



After a couple of sips of the wine Tasha and I were entwined in each other’s arms, tongues down each other’s throats and my hands all over her gigantic tits. As I pulled away and ducked my head down to start licking the top of her tanned knockers she lay back to allow me access and whispered in my ear.



“I sure hope that you’re going to like my friend, Sam and I do get up to some naughty things together”



Still gobbling on her tit flesh I replied that I was ready to join in the fun, and how much I had enjoyed our last evening together.



Tasha replied that she knew I would be game after the fun we had together, and that we could share a feast of dark meat together.



I pulled one of her giant boobs out of the halter neck and started to nibble greedily on her hard dark nipple, looking up into her eyes and telling her I would be willing to do anything for her.



“Ooh that feels good Gray – keep that up and I will be coming in no time at all. You do know I love to be in charge, don’t you? Sso will you agree to do whatever I say this evening?”



“Oh yeah” I replied, massaging her big wobbly tit and licking it all over “anything you say baby”



Just then there was a knock at the door and Tash got up and realigned her tits into place before going to answer the door.



“You stay here and get comfy baby” Tasha said and had a quick feel of my hard cock through my jeans. “You get this little hard fella out and ready and Sam and I will be back for some serious playtime in a minute! Sam loves it in the arse by the way…”



Tasha sauntered off towards the door and as I watched her big wobbly arse swing from side to side in her leggings as she turned the corner towards her doorway I unzipped and got my cock out, not believing the luck I had in finding myself in this situation.



“Hi Sam!” I heard her say from round the corner “I’ve got Gray all prepared for us, he’s round the corner here with his hard white cock out ready for action”



I was indeed ready and as I sat back on Tasha’s sofa stroking my hard smoothly shaven cock picturing the three way fun that I was about to embark on, including some anal by the sound of it, I saw Tash re-enter the room with her big tits swaying under her top, followed by a tall, dark, bearded black man dressed in simple jeans and T-shirt.



“Gray, this is Sam” Tasha said, matter of factly “He’s another of my boy toys, and tonight you are both going to make me happy.



Surprised isn’t really enough to cover the shock that I felt as this big black guy walked over towards me on the sofa. I instinctively went to cover up my cock with my arm. I’ve never had any kind of bisexual experiences, and hadn’t even though of it. I was expecting some BBW fun like the last time, so was quite put out by the presumption Tasha had made. I went to get up from the sofa



“Too late for that – we both saw how hard you are” Tasha smiled pushing me back “Now uncover your fat cock again so that I can give it a suck.” She pushed me right back on the sofa, and as I sat red faced she pulled my arm away, freeing my rapidly shrinking knob.



“Now that won’t do, will it Gray” she said and knelt down in front of me “We’re going to need that hard again”. She leant forward, showing off the top of her tits to me as she got onto her knees and taking hold of my cock started to lick it up and down.



“Sam – get yourself a drink and come over and join us!” Tasha ordered and then took my slowly rising cock into her pretty mouth. Her expert technique soon had me hard again, no matter who her other guest was, and I started to fuck her mouth in earnest as she took my shaven balls into her hand and squeezed them as she drooled on my now erect dick. Pulling away but still wanking me of she looked down at my knob



“Ooh that’s better, and you have even shaved yourself for us! What do you thing Sam,?”



“Looks like a very pretty white dick to me Tash” Sam said, and looking me in the eye said “Hi Gray – would you mind if I join in?”



Not sure I just looked at Tasha who winked at me as Sam knelt down and kissed her. Soon they were both licking me and kissing each other, one of them on either side of my engorged dick, their tongues often meeting as they both slurped together. I have to admit that I was finding this very erotic, if somewhat strange, and the tickling feeling of Sam’s beard on the skin of my thighs was making me, if anything, harder still.



“I knew you would love this Gray” Tash said and stood up, leaving Sam on his knees licking me. As I watched Tasha released the knot of her halter top behind her neck and her fabulously large saggy tits spilled out, their big dark nipples hard and juicy. She wiggled out of the top and then brought those big titties over to my face and as she smothered me with her boobs I felt my cock going into Sam’s mouth for the first time.



“Gray – Suck my fat tits!” Tasha ordered, and I complied with her demand, lifting my arms so that I could push the sides of her big saggy tits together and licked them all over, biting softly at first, then a little more forcefully on the dark teats. All the while I was doing this Sam continued to suck me off, one of his rough hands holding on to my balls, and I must say, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.



Tasha pulled away from my tit-sucking and ordered me to strip and lie down on the sofa. I was getting quite hot under the collar so did as I was told, and Sam also stripped as I did. Tasha oversaw us both, watching and gently rubbing her gigantic tits and licking her lips as Sam released his own hard dick, and he was circumcised. My eyes were drawn to his knob, I’ve never seen a black guy up close before, and soon we were both naked, with our dicks hard.



“Gray – I want to see you return the favour Sam just gave you!” Tasha ordered, and Sam came over to where me head was lying on Tasha’s leather sofa, and lowered his knob in front of my face. I tentatively put out a hand to touch him, and as I did so he thrust forward and into my grasp. Here I was, with a black guy’s big circumcised dick in my hand! Sam looked down at me.



“Go on Gray –You know you want it!”



I lifted my head and cautiously stuck out my tongue. Sam pushed forward again, and soon I was licking the top of his helmet. I stroked up and down his shaft a bit, and continued to lick at the top of his dick, round the crown, and sticking my tongue out I slurped over the eye of his knob which was starting to seep out some salty pre cum. Sam pushed himself forward again, and soon I had his big black dick in my mouth, sucking it like I had seen Tasha sucking mine just half an hour or so ago.



Tasha seemed to be enjoying this too, and she sat up near my head and started to strip of her jeggings. As I continued to gobble on Sam’s big hard knob Tasha pulled one leg out of her trousers then peeled off the other, and spread her legs wide, showing me her shaven pussy. As Sam mouth fucked me I saw Tasha watching and she lowered one of her hands and started to frig herself right beside me head. I could smell her pussy juices, as I continued to suck Sam, and when Tasha told Sam to “dive in” Sam bent over and started licking her now sodden cunt.



Between licks of Tasha’s wet hole Sam turned round and told me to have a feel of his arse. Curious as to what it would feel like I put my arm through his spread legs and continuing to suck him I pushed a couple of fingers up between his buttocks. They were surprisingly hairy, and I found this to be both unusual and arousing. Pulling my hand back I licked my fingers and stared again, delving between his arse cheeks seeking out his anus. To the sound of Sam loudly slurping at Tasha I found the little rose of his arse and started to insert a finger. Sam pushed back against my hand and soon I had a finger up his arse as well as his cock in my mouth.



Tasha pulled back from Sam. As she stood up she looked at me and Sam so intimately engaged and smiled a wicked grin, licked her lips again and told us to come with her. As Sam pulled out of my mouth I extricated my hand from his arse and we both stood. Tasha grabbed hold of both of our cocks, and walking backwards with her big tits jiggling about she led us into her bedroom.



Once in her room Tasha climbed up onto her bed, and kneeling in the doggy position ordered Sam and I to get each end of her. I plumped for her bottom end, and soon I was behind her fat arse, slowly pushing my now hard again cock into her tight wet pussy, while she gobbled on Sam’s cock at the other end of the bed. Leaning forward I grabbed at her saggy tits as I fucked her, pinching her nipples hard. She seemed to groan, but the sound of this was mingled in with the gobbling noises as she sucked Sam. I pulled back and slapped her fat arse hard as I then slammed into her, and repeating this with each hand and either fat buttock I continued to push harder and harder into her, the force of which was pushing Sam back towards the headboard. Soon I could take it no more, and letting out a guttural groan I came hard into her tight wet pussy. After the first shot deep into her I pulled out my cock and my second shot went all over the red mark that I had left on her right buttock from my slaps.



As my cock withered away post cum, Tasha released Sam’s knob (how had he not cum yet?) and told Sam and I that we were swapping positions. I went to swap with Sam, but Tasha stopped me



“No darling – you are swapping with ME, Gray! Get yourself in the doggy position on the bed here!”



I had said that I would do what she asked (and to be honest I was really enjoying the evening) so I did what Tasha told me to, and soon I was again sucking on Sam’s cock, and Tasha was behind me gently rubbing her fat tits against my arse and giggling. As I got into my strike I cupped one hand around Sam’s balls and started to wank him with my other hand as I sucked his big black cock, and Tasha lowered herself and started to lick between my arse cheeks. Soon I could feel Tasha’s tongue against my arsehole, and as she rimmed me she started to slap my arse like I had hers, softly at first, then with increasing force as she pulled her tongue away and replaced it with a finger, slowly pushing it a digit at a time into my wet arsehole.



“Right my BoyToys, time to switch positions again!” Tasha ordered, and as I went to move Tasha ordered me to stay where I was, as Sam and she were “switching ends”. Just as she ordered, soon I found her spreading her chubby thighs in front of me and inviting me to dive into her sodden cunt. Looking up at Tasha laying prone with her big tits sagging either side of her plump belly I leaned forward and started to lick my own cum out of her fat pussy, and as I did so I felt Sam’s hard cock nudging against my arse. I felt a warm and wet feeling between my buttocks as Sam spit on my anus and then he was lowly entering me. I have never had a cock up inside me before, and I loved it!



The feeling of Sam’s hard black meat inside my arse spurred me on to lap at Tasha cunt faster, and soon I was nibbling in her clit and had a finger inside her too, squidging around her wet fanny as I was rammed from behind by Dynamo Sam. I got into a rhythm with Sam and soon was rocking back against his cock with gusto, and he was holding on to my hips as he thrust himself deeper inside me. I continued to suck on Tasha’s swollen slitoris, and she was screaming as she came, and that seemed to push Sam over the edge too, and soon I felt Sams hot juices squirt up inside my arse, the first of many I hoped!



“Right you boys, who wants some dinner? I’ve got some steaks in the fridge, and I think that Gray here could use a beer” Tasha said as she slowly rose from her satin covered (now sweat soaked) bed.



“Damn straight!” was all I could answer.



“Maybe not as straight as you thought though…” added Sam with a cheeky wink.

June 2014



“Ready, baby?”



It was a simple two words. An ordinary two words. But when they’re spoken by your new wife in your honeymoon suite, hours after your island wedding, they take on a special meaning.



When your new wife asks this before coming out of your hotel room bathroom, wearing an open white robe, with a green bra and matching panties and nothing else on, it is an overload of special.



And when your new wife happens to be Scarlett Johansson, there aren’t any words left to encompass that. Even if you are a journalist from France.



Of course, no one would remember the name Romain Dauriac for that anymore. No matter what happened after tonight, I would always be Scarlett Johansson’s second husband to most of the world. At a moment like this, however, I didn’t see the downside.



“More than you know,” I actually answered my new wife’s question. Her next answer was to smile and lean against the bathroom door, teasing me even further.



I was well aware that most men not only dreamed of this, but would likely have a heart attack by now. With my months of exposure to sights like this, perhaps I’d build up an immunity. Yet it was straining — along with other things — as Scarlett’s robe hung open, her tantalizing chest and curves peeking out…..and dear God, those legs.



I said I was more ready than she knew — well, she earned the right to know. I was merely in a white shirt and boxers, so she could tell how ready I was, but it was not enough.



To further drive it home, I put my hand in my boxers and took my cock out — every fully erect inch. As Scarlett’s sweet, sultry eyes gazed down, and her full, famous lips curved up, my hand grabbed onto myself and wasn’t prepared to let go.



After a few pumps, Scarlet realized, “I guess I can’t waste any more time,” and walked over to me. As her Goddess-like figure swayed and shimmied under her open robe, I had to slow my hand down out of necessity. “Can you at least let me help?”



I merely nodded, figuring time was of the essence. Then that….essence almost came out when Scarlett dropped to her knees, engulfing my cock immediately with her steamy lips and mouth.



Her tongue bathed every inch of my erection that it could reached, while her lips all but sucked me completely down her throat. This pleasure could have kept me going for hours, yet she stopped after about eight seconds.



Yet as soon as her mouth was free, she still stuck her tongue out and licked up and down. My cock was just about soaked from her tongue, but it was this sight of Scarlett’s seductive eyes, joyful face and flowing blond hair — now back to blond after Avengers 2 filming ended — that nearly made me make her face wetter.



Nevertheless, I held off for some unexplainable reason. I stayed engorged and wet as Scarlett got on her feet, faced me again, and put her hand on me — her own saliva being used perfectly as lube.



“Perfect, now I’m helping,” she said with a chipper tone, as if she wasn’t the hottest woman in Hollywood, and she hadn’t just brought her new husband to the brink of cumming gallons. At that point, I wanted to help too.



As Scarlett’s right hand stroked me, my left reached the front of her green panties. It pulled back and went to my mouth, where I performed my own oral work on my forefinger. Staring into Scarlett’s eyes the whole time, I nevertheless wasn’t distracted — so I distracted her while my right hand lowered the front of her panties.



She probably just pretended not to notice that. She couldn’t fake it when my wet finger jammed right into her, however. I knew her faking face by now, and that wasn’t it — and she was probably too worn out by the Avengers to work on new faking faces.



Now that we were both working each other, the rest of our bodies got into play. My right hand went into Scarlett’s robe and on her bare waist, while hers grabbed my still boxer-covered ass. As for our faces, they came together and moaned, licked and suckled each other until finally coming apart.



Despite how fast our hands were going, and how on edge we were, our mouths got calmer from then on. Slowly savoring Scarlett’s incredible mouth made it easier and more difficult not to blow, and it seemed to have the same effect on her.



We tried to kiss and stroke each other as we headed for the wall next to the bed — the logistics of which kept us distracted too. Eventually, I could press Scarlett against the wall and insert another finger, while she closed her fist around me and lowered my boxers too.



“You expect me to keep holding it?” I had to ask, as her thumb went to work and my mouth went to her neck.



“No, I don’t….” Scarlett breathed. “We got all night, so you don’t have to pace yourself. Probably better if you went early. I can help with that.”



So Scarlett got me to back up, then helped the best way she could. By slowly sliding off that pesky robe, unhooking her bra from the front, and letting that slide down as well. For good measure, she went over to the bed and laid on her back, grabbing her tits and telling me to, “Aim here.”



“Me? Aim?” I asked, for the sake of proving my voice still worked, somehow.



“Yeah, you. I want your cum on these tits,” Scarlett said directly, in that sexy, nearly Oscar nominated voice of hers. “Show me what I’m in for when you fill me up with that cum later. In every hole.”



“Every….” I pictured and almost came on the floor instead. Getting the bright idea to stand in front of her, I asked, “You’re that confident?”



“Show me what I have to be confident in. Cover me in it. You’re the only one who gets to now,” Scarlett reminded. I’d been the only one who got to for well over a year — presumably. But I chose to take her choice of words as ego boosting — as if her tits weren’t encouraging enough.



Scarlett stared hungrily at my cock, pushing her tits and waiting for them to get hit. I was no longer willing to make her wait by then. As such, I finished what I started and she had helped with for a while, pumping my cock furiously to give my wife her husband’s cum.



“Mmmhmm…..give me the first cum of our marriage. Show me that married cum….” Scarlett asked. An odd choice of words, yet anything she said in that tone was hot by default. And by default, it made me even more ready to cum.



A few more pumps and some good aim was all it took, as I shot hours of built up cum onto Scarlett’s chest. She took her hands off her tits in time and let them take the full load, while I tried to paint as much of the large flesh as I could.



Perhaps they were too big to completely cover, but they were big enough to make me churn out a lot. A paradox I was glad to see the bright side of.



“That’s good….” Scarlett praised when I was done. “Now it’s my turn. Get down there and make it my turn.” That was clear enough for me.



I vaguely noted that Scarlett wasn’t cleaning my cum off her tits. However, I was too hungry to use my mouth for words right now. Once I got her panties all the way off, I used it for something much better.



I thought I was eating her as fast as I could in those opening seconds. That was until I saw Scarlett put her hands on her cum covered tits. That was before she rubbed my cum on there, took her hands off to lick them clean, then rubbed the rest of my spunk into my chest.



“You keep going right now,” Scarlett hissed. The sights she was giving me fueled me the rest of the way.



My tongue, lips and teeth devoured Scarlett like a buffet — as if rubbing my cum on those tits wasn’t enough for me. In truth, all of it was enough to really get her there. As she pushed her hips up into my face, trying to rub onto me like her hands rubbed her chest, I was just along for the ride.



I played my part, especially when her hips came up and I reached under to grab her stunning ass. Getting a good handful of both ample cheeks, I jiggled them around and slid my tongue and face side to side on her pussy — all of which made Scarlett grab her tits and hold on for dear life.



A big load of Scarlett soon unleashed itself on my face. Licking it up right away, without bothering to rub it on me first, I lapped her clean as Scarlett’s hips finally came down on the bed. She was sitting on my hands, but I was in no way eager to move them.



I finished licking Scarlett, beginning to kiss her down there once she got too sensitive. I looked up to see Scarlett catching her breath, putting a hand on my hair — in spite of what that hand just touched. Then again, she rubbed her tits enough that she couldn’t get traces of my cum in my hair now — I assumed.



Even if she was, it wasn’t in liquid form anymore, so no harm done. Some of her liquid was still on my lips, though.



Scarlett sat up, so I slipped my boxers all the way off, got myself up and sat next to her. Before I remembered to lick my lips clean, Scarlett did it for me. Tasting herself and me, she playfully tongue lashed me and rubbed her sensual lips on mine, doing it with a smile.



“I supposed you weren’t covered in enough cum,” I noted.



“You gave me enough, I just wanted dessert,” Scarlett commented. “I’ll probably get pretty sticky for it soon,” she predicted, glancing down at her chest. “Would you mind getting me some water?”



I assumed I tired her out and she needed a drink. There was another possibility, but it was best not to get hopes up, just in case. With that in mind, I went out of the bedroom to get one of our remaining water bottles from the refrigerator.



I came back to the bedroom and Scarlett was standing up, still utterly naked and glorious. Yet when she accepted the bottle, took a few sips and then poured a good deal of water on her chest, she improved on perfection.



After sealing the bottle up and settling it on the floor, Scarlett stood straight up and grasped her wet chest again — this time rubbing clear water on it. “That should wash it out,” she figured. “You can help if you want.”



There was no way I could taste my cum on her chest now. If there still was, I was past the point of caring. All I tasted was warm, wet, ample delight as my face landed on her soaked breasts.



Before long, her chest and my face weren’t dripping with water anymore, yet I kept trying to make her tits wetter anyway. “Okay….I don’t think we can get water on the bed now,” Scarlett gasped out. “Maybe we should lie down.”



“Mmmm hmmm,” I mumbled into her nipple, barely paying attention. My hands pushed her breasts up as my face stayed on her left breast, gobbling it up while my right thumb and forefinger headed for her right nipple. Soon enough, her left nipple was between my teeth and her right was getting pinched in another way.



Scarlett gave out a throaty moan, though it looked like her knees buckled at one point. She did need to lie down, but I didn’t want to waste time getting her to the bed yet. So I lowered her down to the floor and laid myself on top of her instead.



“That impatient?” Scarlett caught her breath.



“For this? Can you blame me?” I punctuated by sitting up and massaging her luscious hourglass figure. Scarlett approved by clenching her thighs and pushing them against my stirring crotch. We should have been doing this on a bed, but my impatience got the better of me.



Too stubborn to back out now, I figured I should make her a little more comfortable. First, I remembered to actually take my shirt off. Now that I was completely naked too, I laid my naked body on the floor and got Scarlett’s naked form on top of mine.



With her resting on me, I could massage her body much better and reach a few more places. She rested her head on my shoulder while my hands went up and down her waist, briefly stopping a few times on her ass. On the last time, I was suddenly inspired to trail my right middle finger between her cheeks, before going under and into her pussy.



Scarlett gasped erotically — if anyone could, it was her. Settling in as I dug my finger into her, she lifted her head above me and went back down to kiss me. I kept my right hand between her ass and my right finger in her pussy, while my left caressed her hip and my tongue caressed hers the same way.



I could utterly ravage this woman, but also be aroused and content to slowly make out with her. To kiss those lips, feel those groans against my mouth, and watch that flushed, gorgeous face when my eyes opened. Feeling that chest pressed on me and that body writhing on top of mine wasn’t so bad either.



Putting my left hand in her soft hair while my face went down to her neck pleased me too. Her encouraging moans and her tightening pussy told me she was pleased as well. So did her ass pushing back against my hand.



I was about ready to take her over to bed, until Scarlett made a move of her own. She took my face off her neck, putting hers on mine instead and suckling away. Her hips pushed back slower and deeper while my finger rooted around, although her tongue and lips on my skin was quite a distraction.



“Mmm, a little more….fuck me a little more,” Scarlett mumbled on my collar bone.



“You close?” I felt encouraged and proud.



“No, but that’s good. This’ll get me ready,” Scarlett said cryptically, though I still wiggled my finger around for her. In return, she kissed me up to my ear and grinded herself on my revived erection.



“Yeah, that’ll hold me,” Scarlett tortured me by whispering. Finally, she reached back and got my hand and finger off her bottom.



It didn’t take me long to see I was back at her mercy, as she went down my body and kissed and licked down my chest. Her destination was lower than that, and she kept me lying on the floor so she could blow me then and there.



Unlike when this whole thing started, Scarlett didn’t just suck me down to get me wet. This was a full length blowjob, complete with full use of those full lips and that firm tongue. Soon enough, they even went down to my full balls.



I had to bang my fist on the floor, just to do something to distract me. Yet that was no match for Scarlett, which she further proved by grasping my shaft, closing her lips around my head and circling her tongue around my slit. She dipped it in for a half second a few times, but otherwise it was torture.



My right hand got into her hair this time while Scarlett’s head started bobbing. Before she got too low, I had to gasp out, “Am I cumming in that hole first?” reminding her of her earlier vow.



“Soon,” Scarlett answered when she came off. “Just a few things first.” One of them involved deep throating me, keeping her head still and licking my shaft up, then coming off loudly.



When we could both breathe normally, Scarlett didn’t celebrate by taking me back in. Rather, she got up on her feet and walked past me to reach the bed herself. I wound up getting on all fours to see her saunter away from me, before sitting down on the edge of the bed.



“Come here,” Scarlett said simply. Unable to question her at this moment, I got up and walked to her. “Now get back on your knees. I got you halfway there, you do the same for me.”



I almost asked, “All that was just halfway?” But the more time I asked that, the more it would take for her to go all the way. This realization helped me get down on my knees, in front of the left side of the bed, where I stayed as Scarlett put her legs up and rested her feet on my shoulders.



From this angle, her sexy, shapely legs almost made my mouth water as much as her pussy. They might just be the most underrated part of her, if only because of all the other mind blowing parts. Well, I decided to give them my best appreciation.



My right hand rested against her pussy and teased it, while my left went to work on her left leg. It rubbed underneath just as my right index and forefinger rubbed her pussy lips, occasionally dipping past them. Shortly thereafter, my thumbs went to work on her center and left thigh.



“Jesus, come on….” Scarlett urged, both impatient and in bliss. I inserted my two right fingers into her to calm her down, but riled up her again by pulling out. My right hand went on her right leg instead, while my left drifted to her center and played around.



Scarlett arched her hips forward as I tweaked her lips, all as her upper right leg was massaged. I bent my head down and kissed above her right knee, going up briefly before moving over to kiss above her left knee. Yet she still insisted, “I know you’ve got more than that….”



She probably wanted me to put my mouth on her to prove it. However, I had one more trick before I got to that. Namely, taking her legs off my shoulders, going to her left side, putting two and then three fingers in her, and then kissing the side of her left leg.



As my right hand fucked her harder, my left squeezed her left, full hip until my mouth got on there. After nibbling it, I kissed across the side of her leg again until I got to her knee. When I started to lick up her leg again, my left hand grasped Scarlett’s ass and pushed it forward, all as my right fingers drove deeper into her.



“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me….” Scarlett moaned and repeated, thrusting her hips up against my fingers and back against my hand in equal measure. She lost herself while my mouth kept teasing her leg, adding that last little bit to drive her crazy.



By the time I licked and nibbled the lower side of her leg, my right fingers curled in her pussy and my left hand was practically spanking her. This was all Scarlett could take. “Oh God, that’s all I need….fucking stop right now!”



“What?” I asked, since that seemed like an off request at a time like this.



“You got me close….time to take you overboard. Give me that fucking cock again,” she ordered. That much I understood.



I stood up, but Scarlett didn’t even bother to move. She stayed seated on the bed, even as she put her left hand around my shaft and buried her right hand between her legs. It seemed she was finishing herself off while trying to finish me. The way her tongue moved on my head, I didn’t see how she could finish first.



Yet she was urging me on anyway. “Do it. Fuck me hard and fill me up. Make me really taste it this time,” Scarlett ordered before taking me back in. When I thrust forward and she moaned on me in approval — then moaned further from working on herself — I got the gist.



Still, I fucked her mouth slow at first to get her adjusted, and to make sure it didn’t end too soon. Scarlett did more to get me close by bobbling and gargling on my shaft. For real inspiration, she popped off me herself, licked her wondrous lips and used them to lube me up further.



That just about did it for me. When she put me back on her mouth, I started fucking it in earnest. It was just below full speed, and just enough to keep me from blowing early. As such, I could savor her moans, licks and the sights of her working herself too.



Feeling more daring, I grabbed hold of Scarlett’s hair and kept her head still while fucking it harder. Finally, I pulled out to let her breathe, but when she stabilized, she just stuck her tongue out to tease my head. This made me shove myself back in, then after a few hard thrusts, I pulled out only to have her lick my tip again.



The pattern continued a few more times, as I saw Scarlett thrust her hips against her fingers too. She broke the pattern by popping off my hand, putting both hands on my shaft and going down to suck my balls.



“Keep fucking,” she mumbled on my sack, so I had no choice but to mindlessly fuck her hands while she gobbled my testicles. Eventually, she took her right off and really went to town on herself, voicing her joy on my sack.



“I’m ready to cum….you cum with me. Cum right in here,” Scarlett pleaded, swallowing me down anew. Gathering a last burst of strength, I fucked her mouth hard and fast — yet she worked on her pussy faster and harder.



Scarlett came all over herself, getting her mouth off me before she grit her teeth. Yet she still put her lips on me, placing my head against her closed teeth and moaning around me. Sparse amounts of breath got on my head, leaving me hanging in agony as hers faded away.

Ultimately, Scarlett even took her lips off me and opened her mouth, breathing normally again. Needing to keep from just shoving myself in there, I settled for rubbing my head over her lips.



All she did was lightly peck my head, look up and smile, in a way that both warmed my heart and made me want to fuck her lights out. Only Scarlett could do that.



Now for the fuck her lights out part….



Once Scarlett’s lips went around me again, I drove the rest of my shaft in and kept shoving in and out. She kept up by putting her hand on the bottom of my staff, sucking whenever she could. When her tongue came onto my underside, I felt just about ready.



We both groaned, although her groans were muffled on me, which only made me groan and fuck harder. I held onto Scarlett’s hair again and just kept pumping and pumping, until Scarlett forced her mouth off me.



Fortunately, she jacked me off too fast and too hard to make me upset. Plus her mouth was open and right over my head, breathing on me and pushing me to madness. Finally, her tongue dabbed my slit and her lips closed around my head, just in the nick of time.



My hips thrust forward and stayed frozen as I shot stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Eventually, Scarlett pulled her mouth away and had to swallow a bit before catching my next few spurts. Some did only get on her lips and just above her chin, but most landed in her open mouth.



I stayed upright, if only to see her swallow down what I gave her. When I saw her do it, I had no reason to pretend I could stay on my feet anymore.



At long last, I got myself back on the bed, lying on my side. Maybe if I got comfortable for a moment, I could get my energy back and get ready to actually fuck my wife. Scarlett came over and laid next to me without a word, so I decided I’d save my strength and talk later.



The next thing I knew, my eyes suddenly opened — and Scarlett was completely gone.



I cursed a bit in French, at myself for sleeping and at myself for letting Scarlett out of my sight. I made myself get back up and look around the room, but she was nowhere. I took my cell phone and dialed her up, but she didn’t answer back even after I left three messages.



Was this Scarlett punishing me for falling asleep? She was right there, so why didn’t she wake me? Didn’t she want to wake up so we could fuck for real? Did she even want to now? Or were those two preliminary orgasms enough for her? Should that make me pleased at myself or pissed?



I asked these questions to myself for what seemed like forever, but it took about a half hour. I even forgot to put on clothes again, perhaps in some desperate attempt to cling to the mood. It was only 1 a.m. anyway, so there still could have been a lot of time. Assuming I wasn’t the only one in the mood anymore.



Well, I did get to shoot in her mouth, and on her tits. Two out of four desired places wasn’t bad. Who’s to say she didn’t drain me too much to go further anyway? If anyone could, it was Scarlett — but if anyone could take even more loads out of me, it was Scarlett.



If she wanted to.



At that moment, I was relieved to hear my cell phone ring, even before I saw Scarlett’s name.



“Hey, honey,” Scarlett said when I answered, as if nothing was weird. Now my relief turned to annoyance.



“Where are you hey honeying from? And why?” I asked as nicely as I could.



“I’m at the beach. I got myself cleaned up there,” Scarlett said, only barely clearing up my confusion.



“Don’t we have showers in our room for that?” I asked rhetorically.



“I didn’t want to wake you. You were out cold and I know I made you need some rest,” Scarlett explained. “Since it was still early, I figured I’d take a walk outside and get myself revved back up too. This way I wouldn’t disturb you or anything.”



“And what about the cleaning up part?” I needed to know before I officially felt stupid.



“The beach was quiet and deserted enough. I figured I’d take a little swim,” Scarlett stated. “No one stole my clothes and robes on the beach, and the dip really made me feel good as new. Not that you don’t already.”



“Can we go back to your clothes on the beach?” I got fixated on. “Are….are you trying to tell me you swam in the ocean? Naked?”



“Uh huh,” Scarlett replied without breaking her even tone. “Trust me, if there were paparazzi there getting a peek, I would know. But it’s all good.”



“You’re sure?” I asked with trepidation. I did not want to see the Internet flooded with naked Scarlett pictures when I got home. This made me the only man on Earth outside of her birth family with that opinion, probably.



“Perfectly. Would I have swam around naked, and masturbated no less, if I wasn’t? Who do you take me for?” Scarlett asked, before my brain short circuited.



“What? You did what?” I asked in shock. “Why would you….are you sure no one heard you just now?” I scrambled to ask a real question.



“Relax, I’m all hidden away out here. And I was hidden away out there too,” Scarlett assured. “I know I should have asked you to come with me, even if you were tired. But by going in there naked and imagining you were there….it made up for it for a while.”



I started to feel flattered, then I felt something else when she added, “And it’s not like I needed to watch where I came in the ocean. It should dissolve by the time kids get there.”



“You really came?” I checked again, a little disappointed that she couldn’t wait for me — and yet still turned on.



“How could I not?” Scarlett asked. “All that warm water around my naked body…..thinking of your naked body around me too….how wet I was even before I imagined your fingers in me….before I put mine in me….it was a perfect storm. Even in clear weather.”



The weather felt different at this moment, as her voice got more carried away — and even more seductive. “I could have even dived below and sucked your cock for a while, and no one would see. I know it would have felt extra sensitive in there….and you would have had it extra ready by then. Probably would have felt it spraying all over me, even in the ocean….”



My thighs clenched together as the area between them got harder and hotter. Scarlett also sounded hotter as she asked, “You wish you could spray it on me now, huh?”



“Always,” I got out. “Does that make you want to get back faster?”



“Uh huh,” Scarlett moaned. “But I did just cum a few minutes ago. I need to get myself warmed up before I see you. It’s only fair.” I only heard breathing for a few moments, then she continued, “No paparazzi here either. Between that and only wearing a wet bra, panties and a robe….this should be easy.”



Maybe for her. On this end, being so close to this apparent show and yet so far away, it felt anything but easy. Perhaps because my free hand wasn’t where it really wanted to be right now. But until I heard her mastur –



Yep, those were the sounds, all right. That was the right “Mmmm….” and there was the quiet little “Fuck” too. She then said more out loud, but not too loud, “You even wearing anything, baby?”



“Last I checked, no,” I admitted.



“Oh….I really left you hanging, didn’t I?” Scarlett asked, sounding sorry — in both a sincere and naughty way. “I’m sorry….you go ahead and make yourself feel better. I know I am.”



That was music to my hand’s ears as it grabbed my cock, making me moan right into the phone. I felt embarrassed for a second, but when Scarlett moaned right back, I lost my ability to feel shame. I was a little quieter with my next several pumps — albeit not completely.



“This is crazy,” I spoke up. “We’re supposed to have real sex in here…..and we’re having phone sex instead! How did this happen?”



“You fell asleep, not me,” Scarlett reminded. “You left me hanging. I had to find other ways to get me off. At least I did it thinking of you.”



“You were, now?” I made absolutely sure.



“Uh huh,” Scarlett called. “You already fuck me so hard and deep on land. I’ll bet you’d give me quite a show in the water.”



“Maybe we should try that tomorrow night,” I offered, stroking myself anew.



“Let’s not wait till then to try things,” Scarlett urged, as her moaning picked up.



“I never want to wait. Not with you,” I admitted. “Not with that body. Those tits, that ass, that pussy, those legs, that face….didn’t I make that clear tonight?”



“Mmm….only with some of those things,” Scarlett cooed. “My pussy and ass felt so left out….”



“Get back here and that’ll change,” I promised. “I’ll fill them up so deep…..deeper than your fingers.”



“Yeah….I know how much that hard, fat cock can fill me. How do you think I came so hard back here?” Scarlett asked me.



“The same way I cum so hard for that tight little pussy. And that big, beautiful, tasty ass….” I got carried away to confess. “I’m leaking just thinking about it.”



“Me too,” Scarlett said. “You gonna do more than leak? You gonna cover that whole room in cum just by thinking about me?”



“You covered the whole ocean with cum for me, right? Seems fair,” I proposed as my hand got faster.



“I don’t wanna cum on the ocean. I wanna cum all over you,” Scarlett gave a breathy whisper. “You ready to cum all over me?”



“God, fuck yes,” I exhaled.



“Good…..then put your cock down until I get there,” Scarlett’s voice turned bossier. “Don’t you touch it, or I’ll have to cum in bathtub water when I get back. See you then,” she announced, hanging up and leaving me in limbo.



She probably had a point. If I touched myself much longer, I would likely finish before she got back. After all this, I doubted I had another load in me before sunrise. I only got this close for a third time because of Scarlett’s second great voiceover of 2014.



Since she was supposedly at the beach, and since she sounded close too, I expected she’d be back in just a few minutes. Then all of this would be moot.



It wasn’t moot after two minutes. Or five. Or ten. Ten long fucking minutes without touching myself, after Scarlett got me so close. After I expected to cum all over her eight minutes ago.



Maybe it was safe to touch myself now. One little tug wouldn’t set me off at this point.



Yet when Scarlett opened the door at that split second, I never got to find out.



“Hey, honey. How it’s going?” Scarlett asked casually, as if we hadn’t been….talking over the phone. As if she wasn’t wearing another white robe, only tied up this time. As if she didn’t put down her purse and untie her robe then and there to reveal….nothing underneath at all.



Yet instead of tending to my once again growing problem, she picked up her purse –where her bra and panties obviously were — and went over to the dining table. She set the purse on a chair, bending down with her tight little pussy and big, beautiful, tasty ass facing me.



Before I went for a closer look, Scarlett turned around and said, “Hold on one more minute.” Then she made her way past me and to the bathroom.



“What the fuck?” I cursed in French. I knew she knew enough of it to get the question, yet she didn’t turn around. In fact, I heard her playing around with the knobs in the bathtub.



Even if she had psychic powers to see me almost jacking off, she had to know I didn’t! So what the fuck was this? Did I have to ask in English to get a straight answer? After all this teasing and almost phone sex, why did I even have to ask the question?!



“Forgot my hairbrush,” Scarlett interrupted me, turning off the bath and walking by me without a care in the world to her purse. She got out her brush and was on her way past me again — until I snapped and took her wrist.



It took everything I had to remember what thin ice I could be on, if I didn’t calm the fuck down. Scarlett was torturing me, but I was the one who could really ruin this honeymoon, and so many other things. If I just….



Then Scarlett smiled.



Then her hand reached out to take mine, and put it between her legs. Then I finally got the game.



Then I decided that since I had permission to touch her now…..I would really touch her.



Like she said, her pussy and ass had been neglected before I fell asleep. And the way she bent over earlier gave me….too many ideas.



I should have brought her to the bed and bent her over right there. Since I was too impatient and hungry, I merely spun Scarlett around, got on my knees behind her and dug right in.



My hands grabbed her hips while my mouth and tongue were right below her ass, tonguing and nibbling on her pussy. I knew that was just the appetizer, though. Once that tight little pussy quenched my initial thrust, my tongue slid up to start working her big, beautiful ass.



Practically motorboating her perfect cheeks, I rapidly licked her hole and got it nice and wet. I dipped back down to her pussy to collect more of those juices, then licked back up to lube her ass further. After a few more licks, a few squeezes and a few Scarlett moans, I was ready to make her more comfortable.



When I got back up, Scarlett didn’t even wait for me to drag her to the bed. She marched over, laid her stomach and upper body on the left of the bed, and waited for me all over again.



This time I was completely awake. And aware enough that I needed lube. Yet when I saw that pesky water bottle still on the ground — with water still in it — I lost my patience again.



I took the bottle and poured just enough on my cock to cool me off, and to get me wet. It was faster and it made total sense to me, after her own wet and wild ordeal. Before it wore off, I rushed to Scarlett, bent down and gave her a last little dab too.



Now that we were both more than wet, I inched my way into my wife’s lower body for the first time. To help her ass adjust, I gave her pussy a finger’s worth of attention too. It got up to two by the time my whole head got in her.



I hadn’t completely lost control by then. It took a few pumps, Scarlett’s moans, and the way her full ass arched back for me to do that.



The rest of it was a near total blur, although I should have taken it in more. Rest assured, Scarlett still took it all in.



What I did register was her bucking back against me, her groaning and then yelling my name, her grabbing the sheets to hold on, and the way her ass wouldn’t stop jiggling. Otherwise, I went faster and faster without any thought.



Somehow, I did think to lie my body completely on top of hers as I neared the finish. My hands grabbed Scarlett’s shoulders and squeezed as she threw her head back to face me. “OH, fuck! Fill my fucking asshole!” Scarlett commanded.



Without question, or even putting my hands on her pussy, I obeyed. I kept filling her over and over with my cock, until it made something else fill her instead. Once I exploded, I went limp on her back, as I would have crushed her if I was in worse shape.



Still, enough blood finally went back into my brain for me to roll off her. Scarlett followed me anyway, lying on her back on my stomach. I lifted my arms to wrap them around her waist, keeping her against me while I snapped out of my haze.



“You need to take naps more often,” Scarlett joked, in spite of how torn up she was down below. I didn’t know if she came yet.



“I might be way ahead of you soon,” I warned, exhaustion starting to claim me.



“You should cool off first. Maybe that water will do some good after all,” Scarlett proposed. After lying against me for a minute more, she was able to get up and test it.



I saw Scarlett get back in the bathroom and turn the bath back on, then laid back and listened to the water. To further pass the time, I glanced at my thoroughly drained, likely dirty cock, then at the ceiling, then at Scarlett’s ass getting fucked when I closed my eyes.



That wouldn’t be a bad way to lull me into sleep. However, present day Scarlett had other plans, starting with smacking me on the chest to open my eyes.



“Come on, get in,” she requested, standing over me and still naked. From that angle, I was in no position to turn her down, flaccid penis or not.



I got on my feet and dragged myself to the bathroom, where the tub was about 80-90 percent full. That was enough for Scarlett to turn off the spigot, gesturing for me to go in first. With some skepticism, I made my way inside.



After sinking into the water, I laid back and rested my head. Although the bed was more comfy, there was something to be said about resting like this. Now that I didn’t really need a cold shower, a warm bath was much more soothing.



Especially when Scarlett stepped in, turned her back to me and then slowly settled onto my lap.



I was nowhere near hard and I didn’t know if she still needed release. But on that note, I had another question. “Did you really get off in the ocean? Or was that part of the game?” I had to know.



“You really thought I would cum before you,” Scarlett accused, but did it lightly. “What kind of wife do you take me for?”



“I’ve taken you a lot of ways already,” I deflected. Scarlett rolled her eyes and leaned back on me, as my hands settled on her body.



“I did swim in there naked, that was true,” Scarlett confirmed. “But I saved touching myself until I got you on the phone. By then I was so worked up, you barely had to finger me to make me cum.”



“Sorry anyway,” I covered my tracks.



“It’s all right. You did some things right,” Scarlett praised, pushing her ass onto my limp cock. Fortunately, I was still satiated enough to find that funny.



We just laid there in the water, likely both tempted to go to sleep there. Sleeping in a bathtub would probably get uncomfortable after a while, though. So I stayed awake by caressing and rubbing Scarlett under the water, as my hands held her wet boobs and stroked up and down her stomach.



Scarlett leaned on me, putting her hands on my legs and rubbing them slowly. Her ass grinded on my groin again, but it was nice and relaxing instead of making me crazy. The same went for the rest of Scarlett now.



She turned her head to me, gently kissing me while my hands went lower on her. By default, I felt hotter from her lips rubbing mine and her ass wiggling on me. Nevertheless, I was in no hurry, especially since I didn’t know what we could pull off in here — due to the location and how spent we both were.



But in case Scarlett wasn’t as spent as me….and in case she told the truth about not fingering herself in the ocean….



My right hand drifted below her legs, tracing her pussy lips before she could say anything. Before she said anything else, my left hand went up to her chest. Her wet breasts were putty in that hand, just as her pussy was in the other.



For her part, Scarlett arched her hips forward to meet my hand, then arched back on my own groin. She worked my fingers and brushed my cock, all while her head laid on my right shoulder. As she relaxed and groaned, my hands worked faster and her hips responded the same way.



Mine pushed up themselves, meeting the backwards thrusts of her ass. The water began to slosh around as we moved faster, although none of it splashed over yet. Regardless, Scarlett got louder and faster riding on my fingers, with my attention to her chest and ass helping too.



When I felt myself getting bigger, Scarlett maneuvered her ass so that she could rest her crack right on my cock. She virtually massaged it down there, as I inserted a second finger to massage her back. Could I dare to dream for a four-peat?



Yet it was selfish to dream of a fourth orgasm, while Scarlett’s pussy hadn’t been filled once — not fully. Even a third finger wouldn’t quite do. “Turn around, baby,” I asked her, before I spent too much time between her cheeks and changed my mind.



“Oh, here we go….” Scarlett got the idea. Turning herself around, I sat up so she could wrap her legs around me and settle in my lap. Once we were set, I crossed off the last milestone of the night — inserting myself in my wife’s pussy.

It was a Saturday night. My good friend Drake and his girlfriend Sophie was over at my place watching movies and playing poker. Drake’s phone rings, he says it’s important so he answers it. A few minutes later he comes back saying he’s gotta go, he says it’s for work. When he leaves Sophie and I start talking.



‘So how are you two going, fill me up on everything that’s happened since I last saw you.’



‘Drake has been ignoring me lately, I think he’s been seeing someone else.’



‘There’s no way, Drake loves you.’ Secretly I’m happy.



‘Yeah in fact that’s probably where he’s off to now. He never used to work this late.’



‘You know I’m always here for you don’t you? Anything you need, anything at all and you tell me about it.’ I take hold of her hand and we stare into each other’s eyes. She looks away.



‘I know you are. You’ve been there for me more than he is, and our sex life lately has just been getting worse. It’s as if he doesn’t see anything in me.’



‘I see everything in you Sophie, you’re so beautiful.’



I lean over and kiss her, and she kisses me back. We start to escalate it into tongue. We’re breathing heavily now. I reach down her shirt and gently grasp her breast.



‘No we can’t, it’s not right.’ I whisper into her ear,



‘This is what you want isn’t it?’



‘Yes but, if Drake finds out then…’



‘Shut up you filthy whore and fuck me.’ We take off each other’s shirts, followed by all our other clothing. I take a moment to admire her beautiful lustrous body. Slightly tanned, breasts not too large so they get in the way, but large enough to be those of a sexual beast. She was perfectly shaped.



‘Are you ready?’ I say.



‘For what?’



‘Turn around.’ She does so. I pick her up and slam her down bent over on the table in front of her. I stick my fully erect cock in her ass. Her breasts pressing violently against the table, squishing them.



‘Oh Sophie. Oh Sophie!’ I grab her by the neck.



‘Say my name! Do it!’



‘Tyler! Oh Tyler you’re all i want!’ With every thrust of my pelvis there comes another scream of my name. We both cum at the same time, i release a good four to five squirts inside her scrumptious asshole. We wait there for a bit so amazed at each others sex drive.



Then she gets up, turns around and says,



‘It’s your turn.’ She gets down on both knees, grabs ahold of my dick in both hands and strokes. I had never felt this way before.



‘Use, your mouth.’ She lifts the back of my fore skin back just a little bit and inserts tongue in and swivels it right in there. Such slight movements can cause the best sexual feelings. She continues to try and get as much of it down her throat as possible but she can only go about half way.



‘The bed, lay down on the bed on your back.’ Confused, she does so. She tilts her head back and I can shove my throbbing penis all the way down her throat. She uses the inside of her throat to squeeze it while I’m in there.



‘Oh Sophie. You’re a sexual goddess.’ She tries to talk but instead makes the most wonderful gagging sound. As I’m climaxing I take it out and tell her to keep her mouth open, and I ejaculate into her mouth. To my surprise she swallows all of it.



I pick her up, upside-down in the perfect position for us to get at each other’s genitals, but vertically. I gently lick her clitoris and work my way down. By her orientation, my penis is too low for her to do anything with her arms, so she decides to use her tits. She grabs them and rubs them up and down on my hard, veiny cock.



‘Harder!’ She screams.



‘I’ll give to you whatever you give to me, if you want it harder you’re gonna have to use all your might.’ We’re going as hard as we possibly can. This is my sexual fantasy.



‘I’m about to cum!’ She yells.



‘Me too! Let’s cum together!’



‘Ok!’ We cum on each other’s faces, with our last bit of energy. I fall down exhausted and sleep there on the ground with her on top of me.

The night was young when my pretty little step-sister walked down the stairs in her little skimpy shorts and tank top asking for a back massage. This was new to me, because I had always been a shut-in and never had girls ask me for anything but the answer to number 6. This was extremely rare and I decided to jump on it with as much enthusiasm as I could.



“Yea Amanda!” I croaked as I nearly jumped off the couch.



“Great,” she said, “soccer really has me tensed up.”



I looked down at her smooth tan legs and realized for the first time that my step-sister was actually… Well, she was hot!



As she crawled onto the foot of my bed I notice the line on her shorts pointing out her thong. I could only wonder what color it was, and I saw wonder because for God’s sake, she was practically family. Now that she turned 18, it was actually legal for this to happen, but it was against all rules I had set up for myself. She looked as if she needed this massage more than ever, because as she laid down she stuck her ass in the air slightly to stretch, this turned me on a little bit but I had to keep my distance. I laid off to the side of her and slowly started rubbing her back, she moaned quietly and purred.



“Oh god, that feels amazing.”



“Well thanks, I mean all I do is type at work all day so I guess I should have strong fingers.” I chuckled.



I looked at her left arm curled over her head and noticed the goose-bumps. I decided to make my move, I pulled her shorts down slightly to see the neon green thong poke out.



“Hey horn dog, calm it down back there” she laughed as a big smile crossed her face.



I pulled her shorts back up as I had achieved my goal, the sight of that thong was enough to hold me over until what happened next. I heard the basement door open; I quickly jumped off my bed and went over to my closet to make it look like nothing was going on.



“Jacob, Ted and I are going to the store and were taking the little one, so you two behave, and try not to burn the damn house down,” my mother blurted as she ran up the stairs.



I didn’t know what to think about that, but all I knew was that if I was going to make a further move on my step-sister it had to be within the next hour and a half. As I was turned around Amanda had rolled her shirt up to her shoulders revealing her matching neon green bra.



“This will be more comfortable if that’s alright.”



“Hell, you could take it off if you don’t feel like sitting with it running your shoulders up; also it will give me easier access to your blades.”



“You just want me to take my shirt off!” Amanda screamed with laughter.



It was true, I had been waiting for years for this exact moment to happen, but finally it happened. She stood up and rolled her black tank-top off her head. I saw her cleavage clearly for the first time in a long time. Since she filled out much later than all her teenage friends I never got to look at her in that way until she turned 16.



“Better?” she said.



“I’ve never seen anything better.” I nearly yelled.



As I walked back over to the bed and laid my hand on her back she moved uncomfortably, I didn’t know the reason for, so I did the smart thing and asked.



“Well, you are all the way over there and I feel like I’m not getting any love from your hands.”



“What do you suggest?” I asked with a raging hard-on.



“Well,” she thought “Why don’t you hop on my butt? Just sit up there, that way you can push down better and stuff.”



I had no problem at all hopping on my step-sisters ass, so soft and bubbly, my 7 inch dick just touching the tip of her crack. I was nearly about to burst in my pants but I held it in. I guess she liked this position more because she was moaning like I’d never heard a woman moan in person.



Keep in mind during this story I was 22, but like I said I was a bit of a shut-in. It was very difficult to get laid when you were too busy going on raids and rebuilding computers daily.



Amanda was shaking her ass all over my dick as my hands were digging into her shoulders. Her skimpy black Nike shorts were grasping my dick like my own hand. I didn’t know exactly what to do so I readjusted.



“What are you doing back there?” Amanda questioned.



“Just… readjusting Amanda, what do you expect me to do, just let it sit there?”



With that Amanda did something I never thought she would do, she reached back and touched my crotch. With her touch my cock blew out quite a bit of pre cum all over my boxers.



“Sorry,” she said. “I was just curious.”



“What in the hell are you sorry for? You just made this the most eventful part of my day.” I croaked, still recovering from my spurt.



“Anyway,” she said “Let’s get back to the massage.” She said.



At that I followed her bra line to the front of her body, barely touching it to make sure that she didn’t feel it, or at least didn’t notice. That is until I shifted in my pants making my cock push very hard up against her crack.



“Was that your finger or your thing?” She asked.



“That… Erm… Was my finger Amanda sorry, I just really love your shorts.”



“Well take them off, if you love em’ so much.”



“You… You mean it?”



“Why the hell would I lie about something like that?”



With that comment I pulled the shorts off faster than I came earlier, I took a quick whiff of them than ran my hands up her legs until I reached her ass, she stirred a little bit then, without hesitation I gripped both of her ass cheeks and shook a little.



“Mmm…” Amanda moaned



I kept my hands there massaging for a couple seconds then continued up to her back, making sure to stuff my face up against her ass and give it a couple kisses. She motioned me to go to the front of her body and massage from the top down. Or at least that’s what I thought it meant, apparently she just wanted easier access to my cock because as soon as it was within reach her hand was down my shorts stroking it. I took no time pulling both my shorts and boxers off revealing my 7 inch dick. Her mouth soon engulfed almost 5 inches off it, without gagging. I am proud that my step-sister could suck that much of a dick in one gulp.



“Mmm… *cough*” Amanda choked as she took the rest of my cock. I loved the sound of her choking and refused to let it pass by, I shoved my cock as far as I could in her mouth as I fumbled with her bra. The neon green bra gave way revealing her flawless, non-tan-lined skin. I continued face fucking my step-sister and made her gag as much as I could before she begged for me to switch holes. I moved down the edge of my twin size bed, rubbing her body as I went. I made sure that I did most of the work, but asked her to roll over to I could have full access to her C-cup breasts. They felt incredible, but not as good as her mouth around my cock, I decided to beg her for one more pump.



“Fine just another minute, but then you are going where I want.” Amanda said.



I happily agreed, I would do anything for her at this point, but I guess fucking her was what she wanted. After another minute of the greatest feeling in the world I moved down and licked her sun-kissed body. Her like pink nipples standing at attention, I engulfed nearly all of her tit in my mouth and began sucking like a baby.



“Ohh, Jake! That feels incredible! Why didn’t you offer me a massage earlier?!” With that comment her pelvis thrust into my body, I could tell she just came all over my chest.



“You like that? Jesus so much cum! Mind if I lick it all up?” I whispered with a grin.



After that I moved down and shoved my tongue in her pussy like I knew what I was doing, I guess I was decent because her hips were rocking back and forth shaking her freshly shaved skin against my nose and mouth. That was enough for my cock because I spurted a little more pre-cum out. I needed her pussy more than anything right now. I stood up and almost fell over, I was so excited.



“Well hello there!” Amanda squeaked with laughter.”



I slowly stuck my head into her pussy, and she squealed with pleasure.



“Oh my god!” we yelled in harmony.



“Deeper! Deeper!” she yelled. I thought the windows in my room were going to shatter. The amount of cum I had building up could fucking shatter a window.



I pulled out of her pussy on accident and shoved my dick into her ass. Her hips rocked and some of her cum hit her tits. I gladly licked up what I could but could only do so much. I came in her ass and glazed her hole with my cum. After a couple more minutes of pumping her ass I gasped for air.



“Oh my god babe, that was incredible. Amanda I have to give you a couple more massages this year before I move out!”



Amanda looked up at me and smiled, I had another load of cum coming so I decided to use it, I walked up to her face and jacked off, she helped a little but I came in seconds, the second load was more than the first and it landed all over her. Her blonde hair ruffled and her legs crossed she bounded up the stairs.



“For sure Jake, I feel so much better.” She blew me a kiss and got up the rest of the stairs.



I hate that my first fuck was almost family, but she was extremely hot!

The school summer break had just started so my teaching job meant that I now had six weeks off. I was having a leisurely soak in the bath when my phone bleeped with a text message. Gary was again away in Germany so I expected it to be from him but saw it was from Jason a young very fit black guy we had known on the swinging scene for some time. Jason certainly knew how to take advantage of my rather submissive sexual nature and he was very much one of my favourite singles on the swinging scene and Gary encouraged me to get together with Jason whenever I wanted. We exchanged a few flirty sexy messages Jason telling me he would love a repeat of the fun he’d had several weeks before with Gary, and me but when I explained that Gary was away Jason’s messages quickly changed in tone.



Next I received a picture message and I looked at a young blonde, her face covered in cum, with her mouth stretched around a thick black cock. Then I read the message below it.



“Jayne this can be you. You crave cum and my black cock. Fancy being a dirty slut this week and trying something new?”



I was intrigued as ever by Jason, he knew his way around the swinger’s club scene and certainly knew the buttons to touch with me so I texted back that I wanted to talk.



A few minutes later I took a deep breath as my phone rang and I saw it was Jason.



“Hey babe, are you ok? Been thinking about me then?”



“I often do Jason. I am intrigued by what you have in mind, tell me more?”



“I take it you want to get fucked by my black cock?”



“Yes!”



“Say it then.”



“Jason, I want you to fuck me ok? But what else you got on mind?”



I hear him chuckle. “Yes, I want to fuck you too Jayne. But I thought you might want to try something different. I know this little club that that arranges afternoon Bukkake sessions. They are always looking for amateur women to join in and I know how much you love to see a man cum. You could have lots of men wanking and cumming over you Jayne.”



I thought about it for all of 30 seconds, “I’m game if you can arrange it.”



“Look the organiser Simon will need to talk to you to make sure that you are genuine and understood what you are letting yourself in for.”



We chatted for another few minutes and the said our goodbyes. That evening I received a call from Simon who explained what happened during the afternoon and that I wouldn’t be alone as there would be another experienced girl to share the work.



“Ok Simon I quite fancy this, but please confirm that there is no penetration and also how many men will there be?”



“No penetration but touching is permitted and we have a maximum of ten men. We tend to organise so it’s like a circle jerk, the guys will surround you and basically wank off over and on you. Does that appeal to you Jayne?”



My passion is to watch men wank and the thought of several men wanking and cumming on me made my pussy twitch and I quickly answered, “Yes Simon I do fancy that provided Jason stays to keep an eye on things and what shall I wear?”



“Jayne, I will also be there and the guys always mostly behave well so get here at 2pm on Tuesday and we start about 30 minutes later. Don’t wear anything too flash because you will be covered in spunk darling”



I texted Jason gave him my home address and told him it was on and that he was to pick me up. For a couple of days I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Finally Tuesday arrived and I had a leisurely bath in the morning and had a couple of strong vodkas too, spent ages shaving my legs and pussy and then even longer on my make-up.



I was still in my dressing gown when Jason turned up for me. “Shit, Jason I’m sorry I didn’t realise it was that time already. I’m still not sure what to put on.”



“Don’t worry babe, it’s not far away and I’m a bit early. Put on some stockings and sexy underwear and just throw on a coat Jayne. You don’t want to ruin a nice dress because you are going to be covered in spunk later.”



I quickly pulled on some black hold-ups, a black matching bra and thong and stepped into some high heels. I found my cream knee length raincoat and was soon following Jason out to his ancient Volkswagen Golf.



“Hope it’s not too far Jason, will this thing make it there?” I said laughing.



“Fuck off Jayne. You’d better watch it or I’ll make you walk home covered in cum!”



His car went better than it looked and we cruised along a dual carriageway he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch.



“Now that I know your husband is away we can get together for some fun over the next few weeks.”



“I would like that Jason. Let’s get today over with and plan some time together.”



“I want to see exactly how far you will go for me Jayne.” He said firmly.



“I might really surprise you, I can’t wait!”



Jason knew what buttons to press to get me going and particularly took advantage of my submissive nature.



At 2pm we pulled up outside a very anonymous office unit on an industrial estate.



“Come on in Jayne this is it.” Jason said holding my hand and leading me inside.



We went in through a side door straight into a small office and a man I guess was Simon was talking to an absolutely stunning very young black girl.



“Hi, you must be Jayne. I’m Simon and this is my favourite slut Shantelle.”



Immediately I felt uncomfortable around both Shantelle and Simon. She was a very petite black girl in her early 20′s, stunningly attractive and dressed in a low cut transparent dress that struggled to keep her disproportionately large chest under wraps and next to her I felt like the middle aged Mum of two that I am.



Simon was about 60, well over 6′ tall, very overweight, covered in tattoos and dressed in an old t-shirt and shorts and looked a bit of a slime ball.



“Hi, I’m Jayne and I feel very nervous.” I stuttered out.



“Don’t worry Jayne it will be fine and Shantelle will show you the ropes. I hope you haven’t bothered to wear much under your coat Jayne, get it off so we can a proper look at you?”



I hesitated for a moment and then Shantelle moved closer and gave me a quick cuddle. “You are sweet Jayne, don’t worry you are very sexy.”



I unbuttoned my coat and Jason took it off my shoulders and hung it on the door leaving me standing in just underwear, high heels and stockings.



“Very nice Jayne, the guys like the mature sluts.”



“I feel very conscious of my age and size next to you Shantelle. You are so lovely and probably young enough to be my daughter.”



“Just one more thing to double check you are up for it Jayne.” Simon said. He had a smile on his face stepped over to me and pulled down his shorts. He held onto his soft cock and motioned for me to kneel down. “Let’s see what you can do.”



I knelt on the carpet and took his cock in my mouth and began to suck and lick on it. I swirled my tongue around the end and then slowly ran my tongue along the length and felt him getting harder by the second. So I took just the head in my mouth and wanked him quickly with my hand until he was really hard.



Then a doorbell rang distracting us. “Fuck, Jayne you love to suck cock! I could have cum right down your throat then but the punters are here by the sounds of it.”



Simon pulled his shorts up and went through the office door into another part of the building leaving me with Jason and Shantelle.



“Sit down and relax for a bit Jayne, they won’t be ready for a while. The boys need to undress and shower and Simon will want their money before he tells us to come in.”



“There are some bottles of beer in the fridge and I have something to relax you Jayne,” Jason said opening the fridge.



He opened two bottles and handed one to each of us and then pulled a sachet from his pocket and took two white pills out. I looked very uncertainly at the tablets but Shantelle leaned over and gulped one down so I followed her lead. Jason then went into the other room and Shantelle and I chatted for about 15 minutes, she was a lovely intelligent girl and as I thought easily young enough to be my daughter. I was feeling relaxed now and happily told her about my teaching job and she told me she was a law student hoping to practice family law and that the money she earned doing this helped with her tuition fees.



“Simon does pay me well for this, but he is a fucking creep I knew he would make you suck him. He always fucks me before I get my money.”



As we talked she kept listening out for what was happening next door and when some music started to play loudly she stood and took of her dress. She was now naked except for a little red thong and she saw me staring at her incredible figure.



“It’s nearly time. Jayne. I’m a size 8 but had these enlarged to E, do you like them?”



“Your figure is incredible Shantelle!” I reached out gently squeezed. “They are lovely and so are you.”



She leaned into me and we kissed her tongue soon deep in my mouth. We kissed deeply our hands exploring each other and she reached behind me and unclipped my bra pulling it off. “It’ll be a shame to ruin this Jayne.”



The door opened and Simon walked in as she kissed my neck up to my ear, “It’s going to be pretty wild in there but how about we give the boys a little bit of a show to set things going Jayne?”



We pulled apart and I and nodded my agreement but then I noticed the leather leashes in Simon’s hand as he walked around behind us. “Very nice you two I can see you get along well. I thought it would be fun to lead you in as a couple of sex slaves.”



Without saying a word Shantelle tilted her head forward and Simon secured the collar around her neck and clipped the leash on the ‘D’ ring at the front. He moved behind me, pushed my head forward and did the same to me with an identical collar and leash and then took hold of us and led us towards the door.



Shantelle took hold of my hand, “Don’t worry Jayne, just relax and try and keep your eyes open and your hands and mouth full and you’ll be ok.”



Simon led us down a short passageway, I felt very relaxed but a little unsteady on my feet from the effect of the pills and drink as Simon led us into the room. I quickly counted 10 men all either naked or with a towel around their waist standing in a large circle on a large blue plastic mattress in the middle of the room. It was a real mix of ages, colours and sizes, from a very young Asian guy, to a couple of black men through to a very overweight man in his sixties. I felt relieved to see Jason dressed and standing to the side of the room but all eyes were on me and Shantelle as we made our way onto the mattress and knelt down.



“Gentlemen, meet your ladies who are gagging for some cum. You know Shantelle and this is our new lady Jayne. So let’s get the party started.”



The music was very loud and the men were talking excitedly and as he shouted over the din he unclipped the leashes. It felt a little chaotic as the men moved in closer to us but Shantelle pulled me closer to her and stroked my bum gently. I moved a hand to her breasts and squeezed as she whispered, “Kiss me.”



I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers and she stuck out her tongue and licked along my lips lightly, parting them and pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Shantelle kissed as well as she looked and we kissed and caressed each other for a couple of minutes. I felt sure the guys would be enjoying the spectacle of a gorgeous young black girl making out with a mature very pale skinned redhead.



She scratched her nails over my bum and moved her lips away from my mouth and gently kissed my neck. At that moment I opened my eyes at a cock being wanked just inches from my face and as Shantelle moved away from me the guys moved closer. Hands were all over my body, tweaking my boobs, stroking my bum and thighs. I glanced over at Jason who was standing grinning as he watched me. Five men were around me all with varying cock sizes and in different stages of erection. I took a cock in each hand and began wanking them as the young Asian guy grabbed hold of my head and stuck his cock straight into my mouth. He fucked my mouth gently for a while until I heard a deep voice say, “Fuck it I’m ready to cum.”



The Asian guy moved aside and a thick black cock suddenly thrust into my face.



“Where do you want it you dirty bitch?”



He was already aiming straight at my mouth but obviously wanted me to say it.



“Do it on my face. Please do it, I want you to cum on me.”



He obliged and shot his hot cum over my lips and chin holding my face against his cock with one hand while he wanked with the other. As the flow of cum eased I realised my hair was getting a soaking as the young Asian guy stood over me and tossed himself off onto my forehead. They both moved back and as I wiped the spunk from my eyes the old man moved forward. He might have been about sixty and overweight but his cock was huge and hard and he moved closer to my face.



“Jayne, come here.” Shantelle said pulling me round to face her.



I looked a little shocked at how her face and tits were glazed with spunk but guessed I looked pretty much the same.



“The old man is a right dirty sod. He can be very rough and will call you names, that’s his thing.” As she spoke I could see spunk in her mouth.



“I’m sure I’ll be ok thank you.”



She looked at me and then pushed my head back and gave me a deep creamy French kiss and I felt cum trickling off her tongue into my mouth. We kissed and then she moved to my neck and licked up the spunk running down to my tits.



“Fucking hell Simon, these two are proper dirty whores you got us this time,” the old man called out.



“Behave Jim. Don’t upset the girls or you’ll be out.” Simon answered.



“The old one’s ok aren’t you darling. Come here you old slut and suck this.”



I turned to Jim and opened my mouth wide as he gripped my hair firmly. I closed my lips firmly about half the way down his shaft and used my tongue on the head. He moaned out loud as I used my hand to wank him as well.



“You want to know what I am going to do with you, you filthy old whore?”



I opened my eyes and saw Simon standing close making sure I was ok but everyone else had stood back to watch and listen.



“I’m going to come all over your face now suck it you fucking old whore!” Jim snarled. “You dirty fucking slut, I’m gonna spunk all over you.”



I felt him holding gripping my hair to steady my movements and the he pressed forward until I could feel the bulbous head of his cock against the back of my throat.



“Now I’m going to show you how I like it,” Jim said. I tried to resist the urge to gag as he held my head still and pushed on further. I gagged out loud until I managed to move and adjust his cock to a more comfortable depth.



“Come on, take it all in you slut. Relax your throat the best whores can swallow every inch of me.”



I felt my eyes watering as his cock start pushing past the back of my throat. I kept my eyes on his as I became used to the depth he was in mouth. As he took total control of me I felt my pussy getting wet.



“That’s it, that’s how a good old whore sucks cock.”"



I let Jim carry on feeling he was getting close but he came sooner that I thought and I coughed and spluttered as his cum filled my mouth. I couldn’t move away as he held my mouth down on his cock. As he pulled out I opened my mouth and the let the spunk and saliva drip down onto my chest as he wiped is cock over my face and in my hair. I watched Jim quickly dress and walk away not even looking back towards me.



“We need a breather,” Shantelle said.



I looked at her amazed at how covered in spunk she was. There were only three men left, other than Simon and Jason, so I realised she had been much busier than me.



“Can I have a towel please Simon?”



“No Jayne, not until they’re all done. We want to see you two properly glazed and then you can shower.” He answered laughing.



The three left were all young quite fit lads in their 20′s still sporting good hard-ons.



“Come here than Jamie I know what you want.” Shantelle spat a mix of cum and saliva into her cleavage then grabbed her boobs in her hands. “Come on Jamie you can fuck my tits.”



She lay on her back and Jamie straddled her tits and wet slapping sounds echoed round the room as he fucked her chest hard. The other two gave me their cocks and I alternated my mouth between them both as they wanked themselves off. Then out of the corner of my eye I could see Jamie unloading a huge amount of cum over Shantelle. She then moved up next to me and we kissed again just as the last two started to groan and they gave us double load of cum over our faces. We kissed and shared the cum much to the entertainment of the remaining guys. Clearly time was up now but the last three were very polite and thanked us as they dressed and then blew kisses as they left.



“Look at the state of you two you’re drowning in cum both of you.”



“Well I took at least five loads of cum and god knows how much you too Shantelle,” I said smiling at her. “Even covered in spunk you look lovely!”



“I don’t feel it Jayne. There were a couple managed it twice I think but you had to put up with dirty Jim. You should stop him coming here Simon.”



“Maybe Shantelle but he does pay a lot extra. Anyway go and get cleaned up and I’ll settle up with you Shantelle ok?”



Shantelle took me to the showers and we got into separate cubicles. I stayed under the water for a long while making sure all traces of cum were removed and when I got out Shantelle had gone. I listened carefully and heard the sounds of fucking so wandered naked back into the main room and saw Simon had her on her back, with her gorgeous legs spread apart fucking her really hard while Jason was standing watching intently next to them. Simon looked at me and grinned. “I need to get my rocks off Jayne and I am paying this dirty little bitch. Keep still Shantelle here it cums!”



He thrust into her, as she lay motionless under him. I looked at her face, which was completely expressionless I’m sure that she found this the worst bit of the day. I felt a little embarrassed so grabbed my coat and put it on and with a quick smile and wave to Shantelle headed for the door. My underwear was soaked in cum and I had no other clothes so was naked under my coat but signalled to Jason it was time to go. I felt very tired and relaxed as Jason drove me back home and dozed for most of the journey until Jason pulled into the driveway at home.



“Do you want to come in Jason?”



“I am coming in Jayne after all I have spent nearly two hours watching you sucking guys off and then Jason fucking that lovely little black girl so I need to cum babe.”



I smiled and got out of his car and Jason followed me through to the kitchen.



“This is a beautiful home you have. You two must be doing pretty good. Now where’s your bedroom Jayne, as we’re here I fancy doing in your own bed?”



I pulled my coat off and dropped it onto the dining table and took Jason’s hand and led him upstairs. I stood naked in my stiletto heels watching as he so quickly undressed and rolled a condom over his cock. He stepped forward and pushed his cock against me and I took a deep breath and pushed back against him.



“Need to be fucked do you Jayne?”



“I need you to fuck me right now.”



I had got so turned on through the afternoon that I needed to fuck as badly as Jason. His hand caressed my bare bum and I felt my pussy tingle. I closed my eyes and flinched as his cock pushed against my pussy.



“Get on the bed.”



I did as I was told and lay back legs open waiting. “Fuck me,” I murmured.



He got between my wide spread thighs, his cock nudged against my wet pussy, ready to fuck me. His hands gripped me and my legs spread wider as he entered me slowly pushing his cock in. I moved my hips as my pussy adjusted to his size as he kept pushing gently until he was in deep taking my breath away. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and fucked me hard making me gasp.

Janie’s car was running on empty. Exhausted and miffed, she pulled into the gas station, hoping they hadn’t locked the doors and abandoned the front in spite of being open for 24 hours.



She never knew what they did in the back at that hour, but figured they just slept on the job. At 2 a.m., she could understand why the doors would be locked, but not why no one was home.



There was a gas station right next to that one…she COULD just go there….She rolled her eyes. She hated going there. The clerks always tried to flirt with her when she just wanted to get her shit and go.



She pulled into her preferred station and quickly got out of the car and strutted quickly to the door. Of course. No one there.



Janie knocked, turning to see if anyone was coming up behind her, but the suburban streets were sleeping, which was just what she wanted to be doing after a drama-filled girls night she hadn’t been able to escape.



She sighed loudly and muttered, “Come the fuck on,” and knocked again. Another minute went by. “I know you’re fucking there, come on…” she whined to herself.



Meanwhile, in the back room, Michelle watched the camera feed from outside the store and mused at how perfect Janie’s timing was – because Michelle was laying on the floor playing with her dildo. Janie was a regular, and each time she came she made Michelle hot. Janie had a curvy body, thick in all the right places, As Janie huffed and puffed outside, turning to look back at her car, Michelle imagined her naked, on her knees, eating her out. Janie turned around and her pretty pale face and big tits were facing the camera again. Michelle decided she would have her, and she fucked herself harder and faster and quickly came hard, all over the rug.



“Shit,” she moaned as she stood up and put her pants back on. She usually liked to lounge after her masturbation sessions, but she had to move fast, before Janie left.



Michelle’s timing was good, too. Just as Janie was getting into her car, she rushed through the mini mart and swiftly swung the door open and called out to her, “Come in, we’re open!”



Janie turned to the door, startled at the sound, and shut her car door and walked back as she saw it was Michelle, who usually worked the day shifts. Janie smiled at her as she walked towards her. “Thank god! I hate going next door!” Michelle smiled and held the door open for Janie as she walked in, pausing for a moment to drink in the body that just made her cum.



“Why do you hate going next door?” asked Michelle.



“Ugh, they hit on me all the time and I feel bad letting them down every single time. I mean, I know they want to get into my pants but I don’t want to be a bitch if I’m going to wind up having to go in there again.”



Michelle smirked. “Well I’m not surprised they hit on you. Look at you.”



Janie blushed and lowered her eyes.



“Quit blushing! You know it’s true.” Michelle’s eyes raked over Janie’s voluptuous body as Janie’s brain scrambled to find something to say. She wanted to pay her back with a compliment, but she was too shy – in spite of her outward appearance.



Michelle gave her a smile again when Janie lifted her eyes. “So what can I get you?”



Janie cleared her throat. “Um…just $45 on pump 2.” Janie went into her purse and dug around for her wallet. Michelle raised her eyebrows as she watched.



“Careful, you might get bitten.”



Janie giggled, “Don’t I know it!” She found her wallet and handed her the cash.



She watched as Michelle rang her up. In spite of the obligatory gas station uniform, Michelle was quite attractive. She had smooth, dark skin, big brown eyes, and a svelte body. She even had an eyebrow piercing, which Janie thought made her even sexier. But she could never…



“Hey, are you there?” Michelle held out her change.



“What? Oh! Sorry, I zoned out. Sorry.” Janie took the $15 change from Michelle’s hand and shoved it into her wallet.



“You must be tired. Long night?”



“Ugh, yes. Too much girl drama. Bullshit.”



“I hear ya. Care to talk about it?”



“Not really….”



Michelle nodded and licked her lips. They held each other’s gaze for a moment and then Janie asked, “Why is no one ever in the front of the store at this time of night? Or why does no one answer the knock on the door?”



Michelle rolled her eyes. “They’re either sleeping or being lazy.”



“But like…it took you a while too. Do you guys not hear it?”



Michelle bit her lip, remembering what she’d been doing when Janie got there.



“…Sometimes we don’t hear it.”



“Should get a bell or something. It’s so annoying.”



“Well we barely get anyone here this time of night.”



“‘Cause no one ever answers the door!”



Michelle laughed and nodded, “Yeah, probably.”



“I mean, there’s no lack of potential business. I see lots of people next door at this time of night. You guys would do better business….”



“Hey, don’t look at me. I answered.”



Janie smirked. “Eventually.”



They shared an awkward silence and then Janie said, “I kinda want some coffee…”



“Go for it.”



Janie turned and walked back to the coffee machines.



“Oh shit!” said Michelle, stopping Janie in her tracks. “I forgot to make it.”



Janie turned and started walking back to the counter, but Michelle stopped her as she hurried around the counter and down the aisle. “I’ll make it now, no problem.”



“No, don’t worry about it. I should go home and go to bed anyway.”



Michelle bit her lip and pretended not to hear her, and started making the coffee.



Janie stood watching her, momentarily contemplative. Michelle turned and asked, “How far do you live from here?”



“About five minutes,” Janie giggled. “But…I kinda just had a craving for coffee.”



Michelle smiled and nodded, not looking at her. “Come over here. It’s brewing.”



Janie slowly walked over to her and leaned against the counter. As her eyes travelled to the floor she noticed Michelle’s long, athletic legs and for a moment imagined herself between them. She felt her pussy get hot at the thought, and her cheeks followed suit.



“Hey, I just realized…you come in here all the time and I don’t even know your name.”



“What?” Janie’s eyes flew up to Michelle’s face. “Oh! It’s Janie.”



“Janie. Cute name.”



“Thanks.”



“I assume you know mine.” Michelle pointed to her name, embroidered just above where her areola would be. Janie’s face flushed hotter as she couldn’t help but look at Michelle’s round, supple breasts.



Janie nervously cleared her throat and sighed. “Maybe I should pump my gas while this is brewing.”



Michelle moved closer to her. “That can wait. It’s almost done.”



“Yeah but the pump’s on…I’ll just go do it now.”



Janie hurried out of the store and to her car. Taking a deep breath she started pumping, gazing at the numbers as they climbed.



When she was done, she slowly walked back inside. Michelle wasn’t there.



“Michelle?” she called out. Janie looked around, checking the aisles. “Michelle?”



Maybe she was in the bathroom? Janie went and knocked on the door, but no answer came. A chill ran up her spine as she opened the door and peered in. No. Not there. She turned and looked down the hall. A light emanated from an open door at the end of it. That’s why they never heard anyone knocking! thought Janie.



She walked down the hall, calling out for Michelle again. When she reached the back office she found her sitting at the desk, a cup of coffee next to her.



“Come in, sweetie. Have a seat. Here’s your coffee. Cream and two sugars, yeah? I’ve seen you make it before.”



Janie stood awkwardly at the door, not knowing what to acknowledge first – that she’d memorized how she made her coffee, or why she had disappeared.



“Wow…thank you…I called out for you but-”



“I heard ya.” Michelle looked her dead in the eye. “I just wanted ya to come find me.” She smiled and rose, then brushed past her, her hand skimming her thigh.



Janie’s skin tingled and she inhaled sharply, and quickly asked, “Where are you going?”



“To lock the door.”



“Oh but I should go-”



“Nah, you can stay a while. Have your coffee,” she smiled and turned the corner before Janie could protest.



Janie bit her lip and sat in the chair on the other side of the desk. She took a sip of her coffee and found that Michelle had in fact made it exactly right.



Michelle returned and closed the door. She smiled at Janie and stood before her.



“How is it?”



“Good, thanks.”



“You okay?”



“Yeah I just…this is weird. I didn’t expect-”



“Hey, I’m good company. Don’t you worry.”



Michelle reached out and brushed Janie’s curls away from her face. “You have really pretty hair.”



“Thanks…”



Michelle grabbed the cup out of her hand and put it on the table, then straddled Janie.



“Wha-”



Michelle shut her up, putting her mouth on hers, parting her lips with her tongue. Janie, though stunned, returned the kiss, and ran her hands up Michelle’s thighs.



Michelle wasted no time and started unbuttoning her shirt.



“Take that shirt off, Janie. I wanna see those nice big titties.”



Janie lifted her shirt off and undid her bra, revealing her big 36 DDs and rock hard nipples. Michelle reached out and cupped them both in her hands and kissed Janie hard.



“Even nicer than I imagined. I been wanting to play with these for a long time.”



Michelle took her shirt and bra off and pressed her dark brown 36 Cs to Janie’s creamy DDs, and rubbed her nipples against Janie’s. Janie’s hands roamed all over Michelle’s body, and Michelle took her hands and placed them on her tits.



“You ever been with a woman before?”



“Just once, a long time ago…but it sucked, I was too drunk.”



“You drunk now?”



“No.”



“This wouldn’t even suck if you were. Pinch ‘em.”



Janie pinched both of Michelle’s nipples, and Michelle did the same to Janie’s, hard, making her squeal.



“You like it rough?” asked Michelle as she twisted Janie’s pink nipples between her fingers.



“Uh-huh.”



Michelle bent over and took one of Janie’s nipples into her mouth. And licking, nibbling, tugging at both of them with her mouth and hands, Michelle made Janie writhe beneath her as Janie tried to mimic her, pinching and twisting Michelle’s hard nipples between her fingertips.



Michelle reached down between Janie’s thighs, under her miniskirt, and rubbed the outside of her panties with the palm of her hand. Heat emanated from it like a fire, and the panties themselves were slick from Janie’s dripping wet pussy.



“Damn girl! That all for me?” said Michelle.



“Un-huh,” Janie moaned as she closed her mouth around Michelle’s nipple. Michelle let her suck on her tits as she palmed Janie’s sweet pussy, but her mouth watered as she imagined how it must taste.



“I’m gonna eat you out, Janie. I wanna taste that hot pussy.”



Michelle slid two fingers underneath Janie’s panties and felt her sopping slickness. “God! I’m gonna make you cum so hard for me!”



Michelle slid down and yanked Janie’s skirt and panties off in one swift motion.



“Spread those legs wider for me baby,” said Michelle as she licked and kissed Janie’s thighs. Janie opened her legs as wide as she could, putting one foot on the desk and draping the other leg over the arm of the chair. Her smooth, puffy labia parted readily for Michelle, revealing her pink, swollen clitoris.



“Mmm…” groaned Michelle as she looked at it. She slid her index finger down one side, and stopped at Janie’s tight hole. Janie’s juice was pooling there, and Michelle dipped her finger in and tasted her sweet, musky fluid.



“Finger-licking good…”



Michelle drew in closer, and licked at Janie’s dripping hole as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. Janie squirmed and moaned, and Michelle wrapped her arms around her thighs and drew her closer. She sucked on her slick labia and licked her everywhere but her button, driving Janie into a frenzy of need.



“How bad you want it?” asked Michelle as she slid her index finger inside Janie’s twat.



“So bad…please…so bad!” she begged.



Michelle slowly fucked Janie with her index finger, then slid her middle finger inside her, stretching her just a little wider. She grazed her g-spot over and over, gently, as she watched Janie drip with excitement.



“I love this pussy. It gets so fucking wet.”



“It’s wet for you,” moaned Janie.



“Mmm….I know baby.”



Michelle leaned in again and flicked her tongue lightly against Janie’s aching clit. Janie breathed, “God yes!” and Michelle smiled and swirled her tongue around it. But when Janie started grinding herself against her mouth, Michelle pulled away.



“Wha-”



“You need to stay still.”



“Why?”



“Because I said so!” Michelle spanked Janie’s cunt, making her cry out.



“Okay! I promise, I won’t move! Just….please!”



“Good girl. You move again and I stop.”



Before Janie could reply, Michelle dove in again, this time less gentle and more relentless. She sucked Janie’s clit hard, and it took Janie every ounce of energy she had to make herself stay still with her clit between Michelle’s plump lips. Each suckle, each tongue flick, sent waves of electricity through her body. Michelle fucked her harder with her fingers as she ate her, pounding them against her g-spot. Janie erupted, her cum squirting and streaming down Michelle’s chin as Michelle milked her clit with her mouth. Janie’s screams filled the room and she grabbed the arms of the chair to stop herself from moving though her body writhed and shuddered involuntarily as her orgasm swept through her like a hurricane. Michelle’s mouth stayed planted on Janie’s clit, extracting every last droplet from her convulsing cunt.



Michelle pulled away as Janie’s screams turned into whimpers and her body went limp. She gazed at the puddle of cum beneath Janie’s ass in satisfaction. Janie would be hers.



“Michelle,” she moaned, breathless.



“Yes, babydoll?”



“I’ve never cum like that before.”



Michelle smiled up at her, her dark brown eyes locking onto Janie’s shining green ones. “I know. And there’s something I want you to do.”



“What’s that?”



“You made such a mess, and I can’t leave it like that. I want you to clean off that chair. With your mouth.”



Janie’s eyes widened.



“If you don’t, I won’t let you at this pussy.”



Janie didn’t mind doing it – she’d usually taste herself after masturbating anyway – but she hadn’t been expecting the request.



“No, I’ll do it. I want to do it for you.”



Michelle kissed Janie’s pussy softly and said, “Good girl.”



Michelle moved out of the way and stood over Janie as Janie gingerly rose – careful not to spill any – then got to her knees and leaned over the puddle of cum she’d made on the black leather chair. Michelle reached down and held Janie’s long curls back as Janie began slurping up her own juices.



“How’s that taste?”



“Good,” she replied as she swallowed.



“I know it does, baby. That’s it, drink it up….I should get you a straw. But I like how you work that tongue. Clean up every last drop.”



“Mhmm…”



“And baby – it’s ‘Yes, Ma’am’ from now on.”



“Yes Ma’am,” she dutifully responded.



“Hm.”



Janie finished lapping up all her cum and Michelle pulled her hair harder and twisted it, making Janie turn on her knees and look up at her.



“Do you wanna taste this pussy?” she said, rubbing the outside of her black pants.



“Yes, Ma’am.”



“You ever eat pussy before?”



“No…”



“I thought you said you were with a girl once?”



“Yeah, but she only ate my pussy.”



“Ohh, so you’re a little pillow princess. Well, I’m gonna make you work.”



“I’d like that,” Janie smiled.



“I know you will. Now pull my pants down.”



Janie did as she was told, and found that Michelle wasn’t wearing any underwear. A string of juice dripped down as Janie pulled her pants off and Michelle stepped out of them. Janie licked her lips hungrily as she gazed at the thick, juicy, chocolate pussy before her, and leaned in. But Michelle stopped her.



“Uh-uh-uh. What do you say?”



“Please?”



“Please what?”



“Please may I eat your pussy…Ma’am?”



Michelle smiled. “Yes, babygirl, you may.”



Janie had never eaten pussy before, but she often imagined doing so. She inhaled Michelle’s musk as she parted the lips with her fingers, and started licking at her clit.



“Mmm….you can lick harder, don’t be shy.”



Janie pressed her tongue harder against it and Michelle groaned and thrust her hips forward, planting her whole cunt on Janie’s face. Janie suckled at her clit and relished her taste, and dipped her tongue into Michelle’s hole for more.



“Mmm baby I think you been wanting this for a long time, am I right?”



“Mhmm,” Janie moaned into her pussy.



Michelle held Janie’s head in place, and started sliding herself against Janie’s tongue.



“Stick your fingers inside me, Janie.”



Janie carefully slid her index and middle fingers inside her dripping slit, and gently pumped them in and out. Juice dripped onto her hand, and trickled down her wrist.



“Suck that clit baby. Pump harder.”



Janie wrapped her lips around Michelle’s clit and darted her tongue at it as she thrust her fingers in harder. The more Michelle moaned, the harder Janie sucked and finger fucked.



“Oh god baby, I’m gonna cum in your mouth! You ready?”



“Mmhmm!” Janie replied excitedly with a mouth full of pussy.



“Ungh…God!”



Michelle shuddered and bucked violently as thick, creamy streams of cum pulsed into Janie’s hand and onto her tongue. Janie withdrew her fingers completely, rubbed Michelle’s clit, and devoured the delicious cum that seeped out of her hole.



“That’s it baby, eat it!”



Janie fluttered her tongue inside her hole as the orgasmic contractions continued. Michelle pulled her hair even tighter as she finished and the last of her cum oozed out of her. Janie had thoroughly cleaned her out.



“Damn baby,” she said breathlessly. She looked down and saw Janie licking the cum that had spilled onto her hand, and smiled. “You are a very good girl.”



Janie looked up at her and smiled back, feeling a surge of warmth and butterflies course through her gut. “Thank you, Ma’am.”



Michelle pulled her up and pressed her naked body against her and kissed her deeply, their tastes mingling together.



“You gonna come by tomorrow night? I’m working again. I’d love the company.”



Without a thought Janie responded, “Yes.”



“Mmm, good. I’ll be looking forward to it.”



“Me too.”



“Now go home and get some rest. I’ll be working that body even harder tomorrow.”



Janie gave her a questioning look, but Michelle just smiled, shook her head at her, and bent down for her clothes. Janie pouted but followed suit and got dressed, and, after a series of teasing touches and deep kisses, she departed thinking of all the things that could possibly be in store for her tomorrow.

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