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A couple of weeks on and I still hadn’t been allowed to watch Derek, our fat forty something landlord, fucking my eighteen year old girlfriend Sally. I was told to sit outside our bedroom door and listen as he fucked her every day and every night on our squeaky old bed.

She’d lost interest in me sexually as well. We still cuddled and talked although I was a little awkward at first but I soon got used to the situation – mostly because I enjoyed it so much.

Gone were the initial bad feelings I might have had, to be replaced with constant erections and an overwhelming horniness. I was looking forward to their sex sessions almost as much as Sally was, and she knew it.

They did kiss in front of me though and Derek made sure I saw his hand up my girlfriends skirt as much and as often as possible. When this happened I was always spellbound, my cock threatening to burst out of my pants.

One afternoon we were all sat in the lounge, me on the armchair, Sally and Derek on the sofa kissing passionately. I was watching his hand as it crept down her back slowly, lifted up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side. Then he stopped kissing her and looked at me, my girlfriend nuzzling his neck and moaning.

Reaching round with his other hand he pulled her buttocks apart, dipped his middle finger in my girlfriend’s very obviously wet cunt and then pressed it firmly against her arsehole. Sally gasped and writhed, pushing her arse back onto his hand and forcing his finger up inside her.

She was like a bitch on heat licking and sucking at our landlords neck and face, gasping and moaning and pressing her arse back onto his hand while he slowly but forcefully fingered her anus.

All the while Derek looked at me, “I’m going to have some of this today and you’re going to watch, understand?”

I just nodded, watching his finger roughly loosening my girlfriend’s backside.

Derek turned his attention back to Sally and whispered something in her ear she gasped again then nodded still writhing on his thick finger.

“Tell him,” Derek ordered Sally.

Amidst moans and groans Sally said, “Derek’s going to invite his mate over and they’re going to fuck me up the arse while you watch.”

Derek laughed and pulled his finger out of Sally’s arse telling her, “I’ll be back in a minute babe, just need to knock my mate up. Don’t you fucking move sexy!”

My girlfriend giggled and they kissed one more time before he left, then she lit up a cigarette and smiled slyly at me.

“Make sure you’ve got plenty of tissues, you don’t want to spunk on Derek’s carpet or he might not let you watch again.”

I dutifully got up to get some toilet roll from the bathroom, while my girlfriend sat half naked smoking and giggling at me, but I soon found that there wasn’t much left.

“Why don’t you pop downstairs and get some from his wife?” Sally suggested.

I hadn’t faced Derek’s wife since he’d started fucking my girlfriend and I knew that she knew all about it. When I went downstairs into the shop she said nothing as I picked up a box of tissues from the shelf and put them on the counter.

“Take them, they’re free,” she said barely looking at me.

“Derek said he’d need some Vaseline as well so take a pot…here!”

She plonked it on the counter in front of me. I mumbled my thanks and scuttled back upstairs just as Derek and his mate came in through the back door laughing.

His mate Barry was about the same age as him but quite a bit bigger and a lot uglier, he had an enormous belly but looked like he could uproot trees with one hand so I was instantly wary of him.

“Is that him?” I heard him ask Derek, who told him yeah and they both burst out laughing.

They followed me up the stairs.

My girlfriend Sally was standing waiting looking very flustered when I walked into our lounge, she ignored me and actually leaned to look past me to see who was coming up the stairs with Derek. I saw her sharp intake of breath when she saw Barry and could tell she liked the look of him, she later told me that she thought he looked dangerous and that really turned her on.

“And this is our little slut,” said Derek pulling Sally over towards Barry.

“Hello love,” Barry leered at her wrapping his arms around her, his hands heading straight for her arse.

“Hiya,” Sally breathed before her mouth was engulfed by Barry’s.

I watched as he snogged her forcefully and pulled her knickers down, kneading her buttocks roughly. My girlfriend just melted into his big burly arms as Derek reached across and grabbed the Vaseline out of my hand. He opened the pot and held it out for Barry who dipped his thick middle finger in with a squelch and taking a huge gob of it, rubbed it with a circular motion in to Sally’s arsehole before pushing his digit right up her backside.

“Oh God!” my girlfriend moaned between sloppy kisses.

She wrapped her legs around Barry as he picked her up with one arm forcing her to sit back on his invading finger. He carried her like this into our bedroom with Derek close behind, but this time the door stayed open. I grabbed the tissues and tentatively followed then in.

Barry was sat on our bed when I walked in, his finger still buried in my girlfriend’s arse, Sally was facing him sat on his knee moaning as he sucked and licked at her neck and now naked tits. He’d already given her one love bite that I could see, it glowed red and angry on her soft white neck. Derek was watching and undressing casually, he pulled down his Y-fronts and his already hard cock sprang out and I could have sworn I heard it slap on his big hairy belly.

He looked at me briefly and sneered, “Sit down in the corner, shut up and watch how real men do it.”

I did as I was told sitting in the corner as Derek walked around the bed to stand behind my girlfriend.

I heard a zip being undone and saw Barry struggling out of his jeans, all the while still sucking on Sally’s neck, then he fell back onto the bed with her on top of him and she cried out. I craned my neck to see and could just make out his cock driving into her wet cunt from beneath. Barry held open Sally’s buttocks with both hands as Derek climbed onto our bed on his knees his throbbing cock in his hand. He picked up the open Vaseline tub, took a great glob of it out and proceeded to coat his shaft before lining it up with Sally’s arsehole and leaning forward into her from behind.

“Oh fuck ow, shit!” She cried out as Derek’s considerable bodyweight carried his cock before it deep into my girlfriend’s back passage, his big hairy belly resting on her back.

They both began fucking her hard and fast, tossing her around like a rag doll between them, all the while Sally shouted and cried one moment begging them to stop the next pleading with them to go harder and faster. I pulled my iron hard cock from my pants and wanked myself off to the unbelievable scene in front of me. Not five feet away, two middle aged fat men were fucking my eighteen year old girlfriend, one in her cunt and one in her arse on our bed.

I shot my load into a tissue just as Barry grunted and then bellowed, “Fuck you dirty little cunt!”

I could see his body tense up as he drove his cock deep into Sally’s cunt emptying his huge hairy balls into her. She gasped and moaned incoherently now her face buried in Barry’s chest as Derek mercilessly pumped her arse from behind. Then it was Derek’s turn, his head tipped back and he let out a long shuddering moan. I saw his buttocks clench as he ground his cock deep into my girlfriend’s arse pumping huge loads of hot spunk deep inside her.

After a few moments he pulled out of her arse with a pop, his cum covered cock trailing down her sweet teenage thigh. Sally lay whimpering and shaking as Derek beckoned me over to see the damage. Both her holes were dripping spunk, her arsehole wide open and an angry red.

“Now off you go,” panted Derek after I’d taken in what they’d just done to my girlfriend.

“We’re going to have some real fun with her now, and we don’t want you interfering so you can fuck off out for a bit.”

I walked slowly out of the room in a state of erotic and nervous shock, looking back only when I heard Sally gasp to see Barry mauling her tits and biting them roughly.

“Go on get the fuck out!” Derek barked, slamming the door shut after me.

I heard a loud slap and Sally cry out and then moan, Derek and Barry were both laughing.

That evening I got very, very drunk on my own in the pub not daring to go back until around midnight. The flat was dark when I eventually did get back and Sally was asleep in our bed. The room stank of sweat, sex and spunk. Resigning myself to another night on the sofa, I reached for my box of tissues.

I looked around me in satisfaction; all the moving boxes were emptied and everything packed away neatly. I even managed to hang some pictures already. I slowly turned 360 degrees and looked around. I heaved a big sigh. Small, but it’s my new home.

Me and my boyfriend had broken up, which forced me to find somewhere smaller to live. The rent for the house we lived in together was paid for with both our salaries and I couldn’t continue to live there on my modest teacher salary. I did get lucky with my new place. It was part of the second floor of a big old house. I had my own bedroom, living room with open plan kitchen and a surprisingly roomy bathroom with a bath and separate shower. The apartment also had its own entrance with wooden stairs coming up the outside of the house, entering into the kitchen and it had a small balcony. Not very big, but enough for a comfortable chair and a small table. Perfect for doing my marking outside when the weather was nice. The house belonged to an old colleague of my father and this apartment used to be lived in by his daughter before she moved out. Her two older brothers had moved out several years before and Nick and his wife Jo had offered it to me for a very reasonable rent.

I heard a knock on the door coming from the inside of the house into my living room, and I called out that it was unlocked. The door was opened and in walked Nick.

“Hey Saskia, did you manage everything or do you need help with anything?”

I shook my head. “I managed everything, thanks.”

“Great. I know you’ve been busy and you are probably not in the mood for cooking anymore, so why don’t you join me and Jo for dinner?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically. “That would be great, thanks. I was thinking about ordering a pizza, but on a Friday night it will take ages. Let me just take a quick shower and I will be down.”

Half an hour later I was sitting in the downstairs dining room. Nick was sitting at the head of the table on my left and Jo was sitting across from me. Jo was a really good cook, and I ate the pasta with great enjoyment. Conversation flowed easily, talking about my job (Special Needs teacher), Nick’s staff (he was an architect with his own company and 5 people working for him) and the weird situations Jo encountered at the tourist office where she worked part-time.

While we were talking and laughing I looked at Nick inconspicuously from under my eyelashes. With his 53 years old he was 19 years older than myself, with an awesome body for somebody his age. He did some boxing training and he ran several times a week and it showed. Standing at 6’3″ he was a full foot taller than me and he had shortish brown curly hair that was showing quite a bit of grey around the temples, something I’ve always found sexy. Nick had the most gorgeous bright blue eyes that I could imagine seeing right through my clothes! I thought him completely fuckable and fancied him big time. It was too bad he was married. I stay away from men who are already in a relationship because it can only end in trouble and heartache. On top of that Nick and Jo had been married for almost 25 years with three adult children so their marriage must be pretty solid. I sternly told my inner self to stop drooling and go away, this man was not for me!

Jo was absolutely tiny, especially compared to Nick. At only 4’9″ she was even much shorter than me, and I consider myself quite short at 5’3″. Our body shapes were completely different as well. She was built quite athletic with nice proportions and boobs that looked no bigger than a B-cup. I was much more voluptuously built with bigger curves and soft DD breasts. Jo had lovely black, curly hair that she kept fairly short whereas I had straight brown hair that came to my shoulders.

She was one year older than Nick, 54, and she was still incredibly sexy. If I was a lesbian, I could quite easily have been attracted to her.

I liked Nick and Jo and didn’t want to do anything to strain our easy relationship. I therefore resolved to keep my mind out of the gutter when looking at Nick. Easier said than done…

After dinner I helped Jo clean up the table while Nick went into the living room and started playing piano. When I was done in the kitchen I walked towards the music and leant in the doorway looking at Nick. He was playing some old blues-sounding music. His big hands with long supple fingers were playing easily and he had a dreamy expression on his face, eyes half-closed. He played really well, and I quickly found myself imagining those long-fingered hands playing around on my body. I felt myself getting wet and was startled when Jo came up behind me. Blushing a bit, I declined the offer of coffee, claiming tiredness after a long day of moving.

Thanking Jo and Nick for dinner and wishing them goodnight, I climbed up the stairs back to my little apartment. I was still thinking about Nick’s hands and was really quite jealous of Jo at that moment. I wanted to be the one to share his bed that night!

I had worked myself up a fair bit and as soon as I got up the stairs I went to the chest of drawers containing my underwear and scarfs and from the bottom drawer I pulled out my box of toys.

I had quite an extensive collection of toys. I never felt sexually completely satisfied by my ex and I collected a number of toys over the years to play with when I was by myself. We both knew there was something missing in the relationship, but things didn’t come to a head until he was offered a job in a different part of the country. I realised I just didn’t love him enough to give up my job and pack up my whole life to follow him. He didn’t love me enough to turn down the job.

Our break-up was really quite amicable and no harsh words were thrown around. Neither one of us cried and although I found I didn’t miss my ex all that much, I most definitely missed having regular sex!

I pulled my favourite double penetration vibrating dildo out of the box, and reached for the lube while undoing my trousers with my other hand at the same time. I didn’t need any lube for the vaginal shaft as I was more than wet already, but wanted some on the anal probe. I dropped my trousers and panties as I walked to the queen sized bed and kicked them off my legs. Standing next to the bed I lubed up the anal probe and then inserted both the shaft and the probe, bending my knees slightly. Both went in without any trouble and straightening my legs I quickly took my shirt and my bra off. I piled some pillows together on the bed and covered the hump with a rough towel I fetched from the cupboard. Walking to the cupboard and back was lovely, feeling the dildo moving around in both my holes. After I had the towel tucked in tightly around the pillows I straddled the hump and just before lowering my mound I turned on the vibration on the dildo.

I lowered myself down and started to gently grind down on the rough towel. My hands went to my breasts and started squeezing and pulling. My breasts are very soft and heavy and can be manipulated in all different kinds of ways. I started rolling and pinching my nipples with my fingers, imagining it was done by Nick. I lifted my left breast to my mouth and started sucking and gently biting the nipple. How I wished it was Nick’s mouth! I did the same thing with my right breast, scraping my teeth over the nipple and I could feel my juices starting to flow even more.

I tilted my hips forward and down and started to really grind my clit down on the pillow. I was so hot and needed a quick relief. My hands left my breasts so I could put my hands down on the mattress and I started humping the pile of pillows for all I was worth, grinding my clit over the rough towel. I was moaning, trying to keep the noise down, imagining Nick slamming into me from behind. I was rotating my hips so I could feel the dildo moving around in both my holes. My breasts were hanging down heavily and were swinging around with my movements. I imagined Nick fucking my pussy from behind with his dick while pumping his fingers in my ass and I came explosively.

I was biting the duvet, trying to stop myself from screaming out loud. I reached under me and turned off the vibrator, not having the strength to pull it out of me.

All my muscles trembling I rolled off the pillows and slowly relaxed. I pushed the pillows away, keeping one for under my head, flipped the duvet over me and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, still with the dildo inside of me. I was still horny and lying on my back I started to play with my breasts. While squeezing and pinching and rubbing and rolling I kept my eyes closed and once again thought about Nick. What type of man would he be regarding sex? Would he like a bit of kink or was he a vanilla type guy? I hoped he was kinky and adventurous. How would he and Jo like to have sex? Jo was so tiny, he could completely flatten and cover her, dominate her.

At that thought I felt another flush of wetness starting in my pussy.

I like my man to be dominating in bed, tie me down and use me. In my day to day life I am a strong woman who constantly has to made decisions for myself and other people. As a special needs teacher for students aged 10 to 18, many with severe behavioural problems, I can’t afford to show weakness. I have to be on top of my game at all times, and it is nice sometimes to be able to give over control to somebody else.

Unfortunately my ex was very vanilla, he considered doggy-style kinky.

Leaving one hand to play with my nipples, I moved the other one down to my pussy. Rubbing inside my lips I could feel a great deal of moisture, enough that it was beginning to flow down into my butt crack. I pulled the dildo out a small way. I found the vaginal shaft had more than enough lubricant, but the anal probe had dried up overnight. Using my other hand I rubbed some of my own juices on my hole and the bit of the probe coming out and slowly started working it in. After a few minutes there was enough lubrication to move the probe comfortably and I really started working the dildo.

Moving the dildo with my right hand and manipulating my clit with my left I quickly got myself more exited. I returned to my train of thoughts about Nick and Jo having sex. I never had sex with a woman. Although curious about it, and willing to try it, I never had a chance to act out on it. I imagined Jo lying on her back with her legs up in the air and Nick pumping into her hard, his hands controlling her arms and Jo unable to do anything but take him slamming into her.

This image caused me to come to a hard orgasm and I had to turn my head into the pillow to muffle my screams. How embarrassing would it be for Jo or Nick to hear me and come up to ask me if I was ok!

I spend the rest of the weekend doing my normal things; grocery shopping, cooking for the week ahead, marking and planning lessons.

In between I masturbated several times a day, in the evenings and mornings taking my time with toys and elaborate fantasies, during the day quickies rubbed out with my fingers while sitting at my desk or while waiting for the water to cook for a cup of tea. Every time my fantasies revolved around Nick and somehow Jo usually made an appearance as well. I kept to myself in my apartment and didn’t see either one of them again, although I did hear Nick’s piano playing both Saturday and Sunday evening. While he played the piano I played with myself, imagining him playing with me.

By Sunday night my clit was feeling raw and overly sensitive and I was almost glad that the holiday was over and I had to start work again on Monday. That meant I would have to concentrate on work and had less time to abuse my poor clit.

For two years, Brian and I had lived in a small apartment in a rather rundown part of the city. We couldn’t afford anything nicer without destroying our meager budget. Luck finally came our way when Brian heard through a friend of an older man, Charles, looking for a housemate. It seemed perfect for us!

Brain was a little older than I was at the time, he was 29 and I had just turned 20. In most ways we were opposites. He stood a full head taller than me. His shoulders were broad and strong, mine were not. His dark brown hair laid down flat and he kept it cut short. My hair was blonde, wavy and hung down around my face. He was also very smart and persuasive, it seemed as if he could talk me into about anything. Basically, in our relationship, he was the man and I had taken on the role of the girl. And it was very comfortable for both of us.

Brian and I met with Charles the day after hearing about the opportunity. Charles turned out to be in his early fifty’s. He was also taller than I was, but honestly, I was used to being the smallest person in a room. He and his wife divorced years ago and his son recently moved a few states away after getting married.

The meeting was a little strange, Charles seemed to address only Brian when speaking. When he did look at me, it was odd, almost as if he was avoiding me on purpose. The house was very nice. It was a beautifully decorated, 3-bedroom, ranch style home. Our bedroom would be off the main living room. A bathroom would separate our bedroom from Charles’. The final bedroom was at the end of a hall, it was used as a study and storage room. The kitchen was next to the living room. He and Brian seemed to be getting along really well. When asked if he was ‘okay’ living with a gay couple, Charles said he didn’t mind at all. The rent he was asking was only slightly higher than we were used to and we agreed to rent a part of his home that day.

Up until then, we had rented our apartment month-by-month. And at the end of that month, we moved our things into Charles’ home. Brian and I were both very excited to be getting out of the nasty part of town we had never gotten used to. Our new home was in a nice little area, too near to the city to be considered a suburb. The yards of every house were all perfectly manicured and the houses looked similar, but far from identical.

While carrying in box after box, it was obvious just how excited both of us were to be moving into such a nice neighborhood. Brian’s hands were grabbing and feeling me every time we were out of Charles’ sight. When we got the last box into our room, Brian pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately, with the door to our room wide open. I couldn’t see Charles out there, but got nervous nevertheless. Brian’s tongue dove deep into my mouth while grinding his body against mine. I tend to be a bit vocal when I get excited and I heard myself chirp with the unexpected kiss.

It was at that moment when I realized what we had done. With our bedroom was right off of the living room, if Charles happened to be in the living room while we were making love, I was sure he would hear everything. If the walls were as thin as our last apartment, he would probably hear us even in his own room. Being in the apartment was different, we didn’t have to face and speak with our neighbors every single day!

I somehow pushed Brian away and I calmed myself down. Not being able to make love whenever, wherever we wanted, would take some getting used to.

We all worked ourselves into a routine over the next few weeks. Everything was going so smoothly, everyone went to work and came home afterwards. Charles was a wonderful cook and loved to do it. After I cleaned the kitchen, something I offered to do, we all sat down and relaxed in front of the television. I know, we were pretty boring people.

I was especially careful about watching how I was dressed during those first few weeks. In the past, I had run around our apartment basically naked, something I was no longer able to do. Generally, I slept naked or in a nightshirt (one of Brian’s dress shirts). This forced me to get dressed before I was even ready in the morning for my dash to the bathroom.

Brian and I had never been happier. We made love just about every single night. As more time passed, we relaxed and didn’t worry about the noises I made so much. Charles didn’t ever mention it, or even look at us differently afterwards. It probably helped that he constantly told us to relax, this was our home now too.

One particular weekday evening I was especially tired and was going to bed early. After brushing my teeth and slipping into my nightshirt, I realized I never said goodnight. As tired as I was, I made my way to the living room. Brian told me later that Charles’ eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me. My nightshirt hung down far enough to easily cover everything that needed covered. But I had only two buttons done, which left a lot of me showing. Aside from the shirt, I wore nothing else.

I walked right in front of Brian and bent down to kiss him goodnight. I can’t be sure if I flashed Charles or not, but I’m sure he saw far more of me than ever before. Rising up I then turned and bent to kiss Charles goodnight. Something I had never done before. I guess I was REALLY tired. It was a simple bunny-kiss, but still a kiss. Wishing both of them a goodnight, I wandered to my room and fell fast asleep without even realizing what I had done.

The next morning, Brian woke me up before he left for work. He quietly told me about the little show I had put on the night before and how much Charles enjoyed it. Brian told me how they had both stayed up pretty late talking, mostly about me. From what Brian found out, Charles was straight, but had admitted the night before, if he were going to have a homosexual experience, it would be with someone like me. Talk about an ego boost!

In the past, Brian had talked me into teasing different friends of his. I had found it terribly exciting. I knew I was safe, and it would never go farther than I wanted with him around. He of course knew how much I enjoyed it, and before leaving for work, suggested I tease Charles a little bit. I squirmed in the sheets just thinking about it.

A half hour after Brian left, I got out of bed and wandered into the living room, still wearing only my nightshirt. Instead of going straight to the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen. Charles was there, already dressed. Without taking his eyes off me, he offered to get me a cup of coffee. I told him I could get it myself. With my back to him, I stretched up to the second shelf for a mug. I checked when I got to the bathroom, the bottoms of my butt cheeks peeked out when I stretched that far.

With my back still to him, I filled my cup. Casually I turned to face him, holding the warm cup in both hands, I told him I was going to go and shower. The look in his eyes was beginning to make my smallish cock stiff. This made my hips squirm a little which let the shirt slide off one of my shoulders. I hadn’t planned this and wound up showing more than I planned to. I thought he might jump up and take me right there in the kitchen, but he didn’t. He simply smiled, letting his eyes wander up and down my almost exposed body. I bit my lower lip and wandered into the living room before a bump appeared under the shirt.

That is how it began. As time passed, I became almost comfortable exposing myself to Charles and my teasing became more and more blatant. At the same time, Charles began to openly flirt with me, sometimes right in front of Brian. Living in that home turned out to be the most exciting time of my life.

Nicky pushed opened the back-door to Bob’s house. It was Tuesday so she had at least three hours before Bob, her landlord, returned from his weekly trip to town. Three hours to do some washing, have a hot shower and grab some food before Bob returned with his groceries, animal feed and fuel. Nicky lived in a caravan on Bob’s farm. Every other day Nicky had to bathe using a basin and a sponge but on Tuesdays she took the opportunity to ‘play house’ while Bob was out.

Nicky pulled down her pink lace panties and threw them in the washing machine with her other dirty clothes. After a quick lunch of odds and ends (including a beer she thought Bob would not miss) she hung her wet clothes on the balcony to dry then went to the bathroom and started the shower. She untied the sarong she used as a dress and let it fall to the ground. She looked at herself in the mirror as she ran her fingers through her hair. She smiled approvingly at the shape of her breasts and hips, the flatness of her tummy.

Nicky jumped into the stream of hot water and drifted into bliss.

Bob on the other hand was not having a good day.

He had broken down on the way into town and had left his mobile at home on the charger. He walked some of the way home but eventually got a lift back to near his house. He thanked the driver and walked up his driveway.

The first thing he noticed when he opened the front door was the clean, soapy smell in the air. Then he heard the water running. He instinctively moved towards the sound. The clean smell increasing with each step. The sound was coming from the bathroom opposite his bedroom. As he approached the bathroom he saw the clothes drying on the balcony through the opened bedroom door. He stopped, then smiled as he recognised some of the clothes.


He had always wanted to see Nicky’s undies; and her naked body.

Bob held his breath as he slowly peered around the edge of the half-opened bathroom door. His heart almost stopped as he took in the scene before him. There was Nicky standing in the shower her back turned slightly towards the open door. She was humming a tune to herself as her fingers lathered her hair. Bob’s eyes roamed all over her body; her legs, the soft curve of her waist and hips; her firm round butt. With Nicky’s arms raised Bob could clearly see the side of Nicky’s breast and he longed to see more. As if reading his mind Nicky turned around. Bob instinctively ducked his head back around the edge of the door. Had she seen him? He waited a few seconds and then slowly peered back around the door. Nicky was now facing him but had her eyes closed and her head back as she rinsed the soap out of her hair with her fingers. Bob’s eyes drank in her beauty. Nicky’s raised arms gave Bob a perfect view of her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples protruded through the stream of warm soapy water cascading down her body.

Bob’s eyes followed the water down across her flat toned tummy, the curve of her hips and the trimmed triangle between. Bob reached down and gave his growing bulge a squeeze as he imagined touching Nicky’s beautiful body. Nicky turned around again and fumbled for the bottle of hair conditioner. She then massaged some into her wet hair. Bob continued to squeeze his cock through his pants as he admired her butt once more. She then grabbed some shower gel and started washing her body; Her arms, her breasts her tummy. Bob was mesmerised as he watched Nicky’s hands roam across her lovely body. She then washed between her legs. One soapy hand ran up and down between her arse cheeks while the other cleaned her pussy. Bob watched excitedly as Nicky moved the hand from her arse up to her breast giving each nipple a quick squeeze while her other hand still massaged her pussy. She then arched her back and rubbed her breasts briefly with both hands before turning around and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Bob once again ran his eyes up and down her lithe body while he imagined what he would do with her.

As Nicky started to wipe the water from her eyes Bob retreated back behind the door. He heard the shower stop. When he peeped around the door again he could see Nicky bent over drying herself. Bob watched her breasts jiggle as she vigorously rubbed her hair dry. He thought about just rushing in and grabbing her but he was enjoying the show too much he didn’t want it to end. Besides, he had plenty of time.

Eventually Nicky stood up and wrapped the towel around herself. Bob retreated into the bedroom opposite the bathroom and waited behind the door.

Nicky came into the room dressed only in her towel. As she walked across the room Bob stepped out from behind her and said. “Nice to see you Nicky.”

Nicky yelped and whirled around, her eyes and mouth wide in surprise. Her hands pulling the towel tighter around her body

Bob smiled as he looked her up and down. “I thought you had been avoiding me. You know your two months behind on the rent.” Nicky looked down at her toes and nodded mutely.

“And now I find you’ve broken into my house when you knew I was out?.” Nicky nodded again. Bob took a step forward.

“Maybe I should just call the cops and have them haul your arse away?” Bob continued to advance. Nicky slowly shook her head. “Please. No.” She definitely did not want the cops involved.

“I always thought you were a good girl, Nicky.”

Nicky was still staring at the floor. She could see Bob’s feet right in front of her now.

“Are you a good girl?” Bob asked as he played with a stand of hair on her bare shoulder.

Nicky was trapped and she knew it. Her down-caste eyes flicked up and down. She could not avoid seeing the obvious bulge in the front of Bob’s pants. She raised her hands to where the towel was tucked between her breasts. “I am a good girl.” she softly protested.

“Show me how good.” Bob whispered.

Nicky bit her lower lip as she slowly lowered the towel to her waist.

Bob licked his lips as his eyes feasted on her beautiful young body once more. He reached out and cupped Nicky’s left breast in his right hand. His hand was big but her breast was bigger. His fingers squeezed and prodded as they played with her nipple. His other hand grabbed her towel-clad arse pulling her into him. Then his hands were everywhere at once; her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, her waist. He rubbed his big hands all over her squeezing whenever there was enough flesh to grab. She could feel the heat of his body grinding into her. Then his hand lifted her chin and before she knew it his mouth was on hers and his tongue was probing her mouth. As he kissed her one hand squeezed her breast while the other held her against him.

He broke the kiss and let her go. He smiled at her while he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head then reached out and pulled the towel from around her waist leaving her completely naked.

Bob grabbed Nicky and forced her onto the bed sitting facing him. Nicky couldn’t help but look as Bob dropped his shorts and his raging cock sprang into view. It was definitely pleased to see her. The skin was so tight over the engorged purply-red head that she thought it might pop. The tip of Bob’s cock glistened as it twitched up and down in front of Nicky’s face.

Nicky knew what was expected of her. She reached out and wrapped her hand around Bob’s meat. She opened her mouth and he pushed forward past her lips. He pulled out as he felt her teeth scrape his sensitive skin.

“C’mon open that pretty mouth up wide for me. I’m sure your’ve sucked plenty of cocks bigger than this.” But before Nicky could answer Bob started rubbing his dick against her lips. Actually, he was wrong, she thought. Nicky had only had three boyfriends. Her first boyfriend had an average size cock, the second boy’s dick was small and thin (like a finger). Her last boyfriend was quite large. But Bob’s cock was at least an inch longer and a lot thicker. It reminded her of an angry purple cucumber. But she had no choice. He had caught her inside his house. She had to give him what he wanted.

Nicky closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She curled her lips over her teeth as she felt the head of his penis push into her mouth. She reached up and grabbed the shaft to avoid having to swallow the whole length. She hid her true intentions by gently massaging the skin back and forth. At the same time she twirled her tongue around the head of Bob’s dick. He moaned and started slowly rocking backwards and forwards. Nicky worked her hand along the shaft as she ran her tongue around his thrusting head. Bob reached down and grabbed Nicky’s tits, squeezing her nipples between his groping fingers. Nicky moaned in the back of her throat. She opened her eyes in surprise. Was she actually starting to enjoy this?

Bob increased his rhythm and pushed further into her mouth. She reached up with her other hand and tugged gentle on his balls. Bob continued to play with her breasts and tweak her nipples. She could feel a tingle deep in her belly. She could also feel Bob starting to loose control. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and thrust deep and hard. She gagged as he pushed further into her mouth but there was nothing she could do. With one last thrust he pulled her face onto his cock as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into Nicky’s mouth. She instinctively closed her throat to avoid swallowing the warm sticky fluid. It dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts.

Bob let go of Nicky’s head and withdrew his cock as the peak of his orgasm subsided. Nicky wiped herself with the towel and spat-out the remaining cum. Bob took the towel off her and wiped the end of his dick. He pumped his fingers around his cock as he looked down at her.

“Well that pays for the shower. Now your going to show me your appreciation for not calling the cops.”

Before Nicky could respond Bob pushed her onto her back and bent her knees up giving him his first good look at her naked pussy. Nicky tried to keep her legs together but Bob pulled them apart. He ran his strong hands down her inner thighs as he knelt next to the bed. He moved his head down between her thighs. Her perfume enticed him. He lightly ran a finger over her clitoris. Nicky stifled a gasp and bit her lip. He ran his fingers along the outside of her pussy lips. Nicky bucked at the lightness of his touch and the effect it was having on her. Bob then started rolling the skin over Nicky’s clit between his finger and thumb, occasionally tugging up and down like he had done with his own penis. Nicky did not want Bob doing this to her but her body responded just the same. None of her boyfriends had ever touched her like this. Then she felt Bob’s tongue as it flicked her clit. She moaned and Bob watched as her beautiful pussy started to swell exposing her delicate pink inner lips. Bob ran his tongue up the length of Nicky’s slit and then lightly sucked her clit. She moaned again as she rocked her hips onto his mouth.

Bob stood up. Nicky lay on the bed in front of him with her knees bent. Her eyes were closed; her breasts rising softly with each breath. One of her hands was gently playing with a nipple. He tummy and hips were rocking slightly. Her pussy was open and glistening. She looked absolutely beautiful.

Bob grabbed Nicky’s ankles and lifted them up as he climbed between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she remembered what was happening. She tried to clamp her thighs shut but it was way too late. She could feel Bob’s cock as it pushed against her pussy. He ran the head up and down between her lips. She tried to think of something else but she could feel her pussy lips grasping for his cock. He pushed the head between her lips and she realised how wet she was. Bob started thrusting in and out so only the head of his cock slipped between her pulsing lips. She tried to resist but she could feel herself turning inside out. His teasing was driving her wild. Her breathing quickened as she tried to push down capturing more of his cock. Every now and then Bob’s cock would slip forward and press hard on her clit making her gasp. Nicky couldn’t take it any more; She wrapped her arms and legs around Bob trying to pull him into her. His mouth came down on hers and she felt his tongue penetrating her mouth. She kissed him back hard, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. He responded by simultaneously thrusting his tongue into her mouth and thrusting his cock all the way into her pussy. Her mouth opened wide and tried to devour him while her pussy clamped down tight and tried to milk him.

Bob held himself deep inside her then pulled back and started fucking Nicky for all he was worth. He had dreamt about fucking this girl since the first day he saw her and now here he was with his dick pumping in and out of her glorious body.

Nicky couldn’t believe what was happening. Bob was older and fatter than any of the boys she had been with but he fitted inside her like the missing piece of a puzzle. His fat old cock touched her in all the right spots. She started fucking him back.

Bob pulled back and teased her with the head of his cock again.

Nicky arched her back trying to pull him back in. “Please Bob. Please.”

He plunged back in and started fucking her hard again. He could feel her pussy muscles rippling around his cock as he fucked her. She felt so good. Nicky’s arms and legs hugged him close and she pulled him deeper into her with all her might. Bob ran one hand up between their bodies and over her breast rolling the nipple under his palm. It was all she could take. Nicky grabbed Bob’s face and rammed her tongue into his mouth as he slammed his cock home.

They came together.

Bob shot load after load of hot jism as deep into Nicky’s pussy as he could. Nicky responded with her own flood of juices as her pussy pushed down on Bob’s cock.

Nicky could feel Bob growing smaller inside her. He rolled to his side pulling her over with him.

When Nicky opened her eyes Bob was standing next to the bed. He passed her the towel then reached down and caressed her leg.

“Now, about the rent…”

Nicky groaned and rolled over into a ball. It was going to be a long day.

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