I finally pulled in the driveway. "Come inside and I'll give ya $20 for the ride." I followed her in but I had other things in mind. We enter the house And she hands me the 20. I refuse. "Come on Richie ya got to take something." Now in my mind all the small talk about not being satisfied had me thinking she was coming on to me. And besides I've been semi-hard since she got into the truck.  I grabbed her and put her against the wall and kissed her deeply. "STOP!,STOP!" Whats wrong?" "I work with your wife perv and your like 20 yrs older than me"

 

    I stepped in closer and put her arms over her head. "I sure am and ask my wife how many times my 8" can make her cum in hour!" This must have done it cause she was ripping her clothes off like the little slut everyone knew she was.

  She was naked and had my fully erct cock out in about 2 minutes. She stepped back and stared at my now purpleish dick. She squated down and took me in her young tender mouth. She wasn't very good, so I told her to slober on it. She did. I pulled out of her mouth. " Spit on it baby..Alot" She spat 5 times, coating my dick. I picked her up and plopped her on the kitchen counter. I walked up and put myself at her entance. And boy was her little twat soaked. I tooke it easy and guided the head in. A minute later I fed her 4 mor inches. I had that bitch squalling. I pumped her pussy nice and slow allowing her to adjust.Her pussy was so tight it felt like my cock was in a vice.

 After about 5 min. I gave her all 8". She squealed and I felt het legs get weak and she let out "OHHHH GGODDD!" I looked down and there was a pool of he cum and juices on the counter. "Come on Richie Fuck Me, Fuck Me Tear me in half!!!!" I tool her frome the counter and bent her over the stove. She grabbed the oven handle and that little cunt pointed right towards me. I walked up and just drove it home. OOHHH FUCKKK she cried out. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her like a jackyl. "YEAH DADDY FUCK YOUR SLUT. Spank my ass daddy" I made both asscheeks red as a lobster."Fuck yeah, I'm CCUUUMMINGGG!" she cried. A minut went by and she came again. " you like a man's cock don't you whore?" "do your parents know they"re raising a whore? I bet your mom an suck and fuck good too"!" This talk made that little whore cum 5 more times. I coulnd't haold back no longer.

 I pulled out so fast taht when I pushed her to her knees her cunt let out a sloppy fart.I crammed all 8" in at once and shot7 loads down her throat. She gagged and spit some up onto the floor.She laid there to give her gapping young pussy some rest. Then we kissed and she said "I won't tell if you make me your slut" I agreed and I went home

Finally, Frankie rolled Shannon on her knees and started slapping her ass. The blood all rushed down, the throbbing started. She rolled her back over and spread her legs. Shannon was sure Frankie was going to start sucking her cunt, but she didn’t. Shannon quivered with anticipation. Then Frankie slapped her pussy. Five, six times. All Shannon wanted was penetration. She moaned, "Please."

Frankie pinned her to the bed again and started to bite her nipples. Shannon arched her back. She came. Frankie said, "Don’t do that. Stop cumming." She bit her nipples, holding them so tight with her teeth, they started to throb. Frankie lapped at the tips of her breasts and flicked them with her finger. Then she jammed her thumb inside Shannon’s cunt. She bit her left nipple between her teeth and held it there. Shannon came. Frankie slapped her pussy. "I said don’t do that." She came again.

Frankie turned up the light to watch. She released her hands. Shannon put her hand down and shut her eyes. She wanted to cum for her, just for her, about six inches from her face. Shannon started to masturbate. She started cumming on the third stroke. She writhed on the bed. Shannon came, cringing, shuddering, in a heap. Frankie watched Shannon come. Watched where she placed her hands, where she fingered herself. Then Frankie licked and rubbed her with her knuckles until she came again and again. She liked the way that Shannon’s face kind of scrunched up when it happened, and she could hear an audible, "ah!" when she did it. Frankie smiled, because she knew she did much the same thing. After Shannon came one more time, Frankie put her head on her tummy to feel the rise and fall of her rhythms.

It took a couple of songs to pass through them from the radio before either of them wanted the other to move. Then Frankie said, "Okay, time to get serious." She began to lick and nip at her breasts, biting them with little half bites, and stopping to suck them persistently. She moved her hand down between Shannon's thighs, and fondled there. She pulled out the vibrator, still warm from her own body, and pushed it inside of Shannon. She thought of it being inside there, and then she started to whisper to her, filling her head with her voice, "Shannon, this was just inside of me, and it was just touching me where it’s now touching you, and it was pulsing against me and I was pulsing against it," and Frankie's voice went on and on. Shannon felt the pulsing vibrations and she thought about having Frankie’s juices inside of her. Shannon started rising against it, then Frankie moved her hand there against her, her fingers reaching inside her vagina. Frankie touched her, pushing the vibrator where she needed to be touched, and swept her up into an uncontrollable climax.

Twenty minutes later, Shannon was cumming some more. Frankie was relentless. Shannon was drenched. Her belly was sore, her pussy was sore. She didn’t care. She was sure she couldn’t come any more. She was certain she was finished forever. Frankie rolled her over. She was lying in a puddle. Shannon didn’t remember ever losing this much control, she’d never made the bed quite this wet. She didn’t know what to say about it. Women don’t compare notes. She didn’t know about other women coming so hard, so frequently, so violently, they lose control and wet all over the bed.

Shannon started talking nonsense. Something about how she was so turned on, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t brush against her pubis without feeling it was all different there. She couldn’t even lay on the flat sheets without being overcome by sensation. She felt like she would go through life for three days straight being turned on, soaking wet. How was she going to go home? How could she face her family? Shannon started sobbing, the emotions washing over her. It was all so confusing. But her body had come so hard; she felt complete relief. Shannon folded up against Frankie’s body, her face all smiling and twisted.

Inside the car, Frankie said, without looking at her friend. "That didn’t take penetration. It wouldn’t have mattered if I prematurely ejaculated. Right?" Frankie continued. "If you want to save your marriage, you’ll have to train Matthew to do that. You get my drift?"

Shannon swallowed. The giddy feeling inside of her dissipated. Yep, she understood.

It didn't take long to get to a nearby town, and it didn't take long to see a motel, but it was sleazy and cheap, so Frankie kept driving. She played the music loud, and they didn't talk. Shannon was now the one who was thinking. She’d never reached an orgasm with anyone but Matthew. And even then, it was rare. It was all about comfort and privacy and personal space. She was going to need to be able to tell Frankie how to do this.

"It's going to take an hour." Shannon said, finally and she leaned forward to turn the radio down, so she would not have to shout.

"That's okay. I have all day."

"I might have to masturbate."

Frankie wrinkled her nose at that word. Women with children in the soccer club didn't talk to each other about this sort of thing. "That's okay," she said, "then I'll watch."

Shannon was feeling unsure about how this was all going to work. Frankie offered to take up with her because Matthew just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Shannon’s husband, Matthew, was having a lot of problems with premature ejaculation. Afterwards, he would just roll over, disgusted with himself and leave her be, like if he couldn’t penetrate to his heart’s desire, then why bother trying to please her at all?

Shannon was sick of it. One day, out of sheer frustration, she made a comment to Frankie on the sidelines.

"It’s been hell..." Shannon said, "and if it doesn’t get any better at home, I’m gonna have to go find me a cowboy."

"A cowboy?"

"Yep. A studly dude with a ten gallon hat and a belt buckle." Shannon giggled, feeling a little relief from finally admitting the problem.

"You aren’t getting your rocks off?"

"Never." Shannon said, her voice barely a whisper. "Not anymore."

Frankie tore open a box of Twinkies. The kids were going to swarm in a few moments. The kids were out on the soccer field, running laps. The moms had to be ready.

"Maybe I can give you a hand." Frankie said quietly. "Then you won’t have to cheat on your husband."

Shit! Shannon could barely breathe after that. She blushed and stared at her shoes. Frankie worked at the bank! Frankie was in charge of the soccer schedule to make sure that the kids got treats during practice. Frankie was just another ordinary mom. Shannon had to stand and watch her son run for a minute, unsure of how to answer. Finally, she ducked and said, "We should talk about this later."

Frankie nodded. Shannon opened a box of CapriSun. It was weird to be acting normal while the conversation had taken a turn towards the carnal. Truth was, Shannon was ecstatic. She’d always wondered what it would be like to sleep with another woman and now her chance was at hand! She pinched herself to make sure this was real.

They had lunch the next Monday. After that they got in one car. Frankie said, "Let’s find a hotel."

They were off.

"You might have to be rough." Shannon said quietly.

Frankie turned and looked at her. "What do you mean? Rough? What exactly are you talking about?"

"You might have to bite my nipples." Shannon said, looking away, embarrassed.

"Then I’ll chew away," Frankie said, relieved that was all it was. This could get interesting. She always knew people had different buttons, but it would be challenging to be part of making someone else's buttons click. Frankie had been fifteen years with her husband, Jacob…funny how we all got so comfortable…

"It’ll probably take penetration." Shannon added. As long as she was telling her everything .

Frankie laughed. "Well there's NOT going to be a cowboy, so I'll do what I can about that."

"And…" Shannon stopped. This part was hard, because people didn't talk about this sort of thing.

"And what?" Frankie wanted to know.

"And sometimes when I come, I push really hard, and...well...if I've relaxed all my muscles…and sometimes, well...you would get wet."

"Oh that." Frankie said. "Then we can take a shower."

"That happens to you?"

"Not really, but I can see the possibility."

Shannon felt better. She was always embarrassed about that part of it, but it felt erotic when it happened. She still didn't know if she could show Frankie this part of her, this kind of wild thing that she could become when she fucked. She laid awake the night before imagining what Frankie looked like when she had sex. Frankie was probably all pretty about it. Well, maybe Frankie wasn't always pretty about it. Sometimes Shannon could come when she was like that, all soft and complacent, but usually it took some groundwork and some acceptance.

They came to Las Cruces.

"We're in Las Cruces?" Shannon said. She hadn't really noticed which way they were driving.

Then she laughed. "Well, we could just go fuck at Becca's, because she never locks her door." Becca had kids on the soccer team, too. Becca was the wild one. One time she bragged that if she crossed a busy intersection while eating a banana, she could stop traffic.

Frankie said, " Stop that. I am not going to fuck you, Shannon. If that’s all you want, I’m stopping the car right here and you can go find that cowboy."

Shannon looked at her to read her reaction. "Sorry," she said. She sometimes said things like that to get a reaction, and well, this time she got one.

Frankie pulled into the gas station. She filled the car with gas, and went in to ask directions. She wasn't quite sure how to say it, she was sure that everyone inside would see that the car was full of only two women, and they would read things into "I need to find a motel" at 2:00 in the afternoon. She bit the bullet and asked.

She got directions, and the guy didn't raise any more of an eyebrow than the man at the intersection while Becca was eating the banana.

They came to the motel. Shannon didn't really care what it looked like, as long as it wasn’t trashy, and it had a bed. They walked in. It smelled funny. Shannon lit a candle and placed it by the bed. The pear scent was subtle and began blowing through the air. It wasn't dark in the room, so they pulled the shades. Frankie pulled her to her, and kissed her so suddenly that Shannon stopped short. Frankie unzipped Shannon's jeans pushed her hand inside and grabbed her pussy,

"So you might need me to get rough?" she asked in a very aggressive whisper.

Shannon smiled, embarrassed. "A little. Hang on though, if you start that way, it won't go anywhere."

"Well then tell me how to start, because I am here to do whatever it's going to take."

"I won't be able to tell you, because I can't say most of this. It’s really hard for me to talk about it. But I can probably move your hand or your mouth where I want it when I want it and if I push into you or say 'harder'--you'll have to work with me."

Frankie gulped in a deep breath. She was not sure how to do any of this, or if she could do it at all. So Shannon added, "and if I can't do it, then I will sit up and we'll walk away from this for a bit, and maybe try again."

"We'll get it right," Frankie said, determined. It was nothing to make a man to come. She was used to Jacob spurting his jizz all over her hand when she was barely getting started. Frankie had never really thought about it being this tricky for another woman. She kind of had a system of things that needed to be in place, a little routine of her own to get her body relaxed and her head in the right mood. But confronted with Shannon’s list of prerequisites, she thought she must be pretty easy about cumming. But, she reasoned, if Matthew could get Shannon to cum, it wasn't impossible. And Frankie figured she had a few tricks of her own. What tricks? She thought of everything that was on Jacob's usual repertoire, and realized that a lot of it came down to penetration. Well, she would think of them as she went. She smiled.

There was a bedside radio. "Music?" she asked.

Shannon was already laying on the bed. Sometimes she liked music when she was having sex. But not this time. Shannon shook her head no.

Frankie studied Shannon on the bed. She was practically shaking, she was so nervous. Why did she always get so stirred up about things?

"Relax" Frankie told her friend, and she pulled off her jeans and lay down beside her. She started to kiss her, and Shannon kissed her back, and they just kissed for awhile, and then Frankie started to undress Shannon and was glad that there was enough light to see what she was doing. Frankie

touched Shannon's body very lightly, watching the goosebumps rise and seeing her nipples respond, then she ran her hands down her body. Shannon lay motionless, allowing Frankie to take the lead.

After a moment, Frankie got up from the bed. She gathered up a small bag, and took it over to the sink. She took out a razor, a pair of scissors, a can of shaving cream. She wet the hotel wash cloth. She retrieved a large towel out of the bathroom and then took a last item out of the cosmetic bag--a bottle of baby oil.

"Okay, hon, come over here and sit up on this counter." She folded the towel and put it on the surface next to the sink.

Shannon was struck with a major attack of modesty right then. It looked like Frankie was about to shave her! She’d never done such a thing! Frankie just stood by the sink, running hot water. Shannon wasn’t sure she would be able to sit with her privates gaping open to some other woman. "I need a glass of wine."

Frankie giggled. "Okay, hon. But I’m not going to bite."

Shannon took a huge swig directly from the wine bottle, the Chardonnay burning as it went down. Shannon wondered what Matthew would think if he were a fly on the wall. Your wife’s about to have some other woman eat her beaver.... she thought. But Frankie looked so self-assured, so confident. She wasn’t phased by this at all! Shannon poured herself a glass of wine, using one of the motel plastic cups.

Shannon then sat on the edge of the counter, on the folded towel. She felt more nervous than she'd ever been in her life. Shannon spread her legs, revealing her crotch for the first time to another woman. It was strange. She’d never been modest about her private parts before. She knew her bush and pussy looked good and that the man she was with had never been disappointed. But Frankie wasn't a man and she was kneeling at face level right in front of her. Shannon felt exposed. It wasn’t like being at the gynecologist. This woman had an agenda.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." Frankie told her, picking up the scissors. "You have a beautiful pussy..."

Just hearing her say that made Shannon turn red. Frankie grabbed a pinch of blonde pubic hair and began snipping at it with the scissors. The hair fell softly onto the towel beneath Shannon’s bottom. Shannon sipped her wine. She needed the alcohol to steady her nerves.

Frankie clipped and snipped her pubic hair as close to the skin as she dared. Shannon was hyper aware of the hands flitting between her legs. Every touch, every brush against skin, made her feel alerted, alive. Frankie’s hands rhythmically pulled a pinch of curly hair away and cut it. She then brushed it downward where it joined the pile accumulating on the towel. As she trimmed close to Shannon’s pussy lips, Shannon felt her fingers brush against her several times. Frankie was humming under her breath as she worked.

"Okay, part two." She said when most of Shannon’s hair was trimmed away. She picked up the washcloth and dipped it into the hot water in the sink.

Shannon sipped at her wine. She looked helplessly down at her crotch while she did this. Already it looked vastly different than what she was used to. Her thick curls were reduced to a pile on the towel, leaving only blonde fuzz less than an eight of an inch or so. Her lips looked much more pronounced. What was she going to say to Matthew? Oh Honey, I got a wild hair up my ass...and well...I shaved it. Ha, ha, ha! Would a bare pussy make him more diligent? If that happened, it would be well worth the effort. But that was far down the road. For now, it was Frankie who was taking the time, Frankie who was preparing to tear that pussy up. Shannon felt funny, knowing she was making this drastic change for a woman, and not the man she loved.

Frankie laid the hot, steamy washcloth over her crotch. Shannon couldn't help but feel a strong tinge of sexual arousal at the contact. The sensation of heat and wetness on her most sensitive parts was really turning her on. Shannon asked Frankie to refill her glass with wine. This was going to be mind-blowing.

Frankie set the washcloth aside and picked up the can of shaving cream. She squirted into the palm of her hand and then, with the fingers of her other hand, began smearing it all over Shannon’s crotch, covering the fuzz that remained. Her fingers rubbed softly, working the cream in. As she neared the portions closest to Shannon’s vaginal lips, Shannon hoped to hell she knew what she was doing. She didn’t want to go home all razor burned. The shaving cream gave off a considerable heat of its own. Shannon relaxed into the aroused feelings she was having. It was all so exciting.

Frankie rinsed her hands in the sink and picked up the razor. "Let's start at the top," she said, reaching forward.

Frankie scraped off the largest accumulation of hair and shaving cream with a few gentle but practiced strokes of the razor. The skin beneath was smooth and slightly reddened from the friction. When her mons pubis was done she began working on the sides, moving from the outside in. After every two or three swipes she would dip the razor into the water. As she got closer to Shannon’s slit she was forced to grasp each lip between two fingers to pull it tight enough to shave. Her grip was firm but pleasingly gentle. Too pleasing. Tingles emanated through Shannon’s crotch and she felt herself getting wet. Frankie was definitely turning her on!

Shannon could feel herself becoming wetter by the second as Frankie’s fingers tugged and

pulled at her lips, from left to right, from bottom to top, shaving the hair away with the razor.

Shannon’s secretions were making her lips so slippery that Frankie had trouble keeping a grip on them. Twice her fingers almost slipped inside as she struggled to get a good grip and each time Shannon stifled a gasp of delight at the sensation. Shannon could smell herself now, the fresh, willing odor of pheromones drifting up from her crotch. Frankie noticed that Shannon’s clit was poking out of its hood like a prairie dog peering out of its hole. It was pink and swollen and Shannon wanted nothing more than to put her fingers to it and start rubbing. The pussy smell was thick in the air. Once Frankie’s knuckle brushed quickly over the top of her clit, making her jump and sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through her stomach.

"Sorry." Frankie said absently. "Hope I didn't hurt you."

"No." Shannon said, shaking her head, almost licking her lips with anticipation. Shannon’s hands were clenched tightly into fists and her body was breaking out in gooseflesh.

Finally Frankie was finished with the razor. She rinsed it in the water and set it aside. She picked up the washcloth once more and, using slow, firm strokes, she wiped away all of the residual shaving cream and hair fragments that remained. As she stroked her with the cloth Shannon’s arousal increased to a higher level as the rough cotton slipped over her lips, her pubis, her clit. Shannon’s hips involuntarily jerked a few times, actions that Frankie seemed not to notice. She set the cloth in the sink when she was done. Shannon was so surprised at how sensitive the whole area was now that it was bare. So alert. Each movement felt a thousand times more erotic.

"Viola!" Frankie exclaimed, leaning back a little. "What do you think?"

Shannon looked down at herself and saw a smooth, unmarred crotch. It was weird. She was so used to seeing hair down there that it was a little like looking at someone else's pussy. A child’s pussy. Except her lips were very swollen and her clit was as erect as she’d ever seen it.

"That was incredibe." Shannon admitted. "I think I’m ready now."

"Not yet. We need to put some baby oil on it." She said, picking up the bottle.

Frankie brought the bottle to her crotch and tipped it upside down, squirting the clear liquid on Shannon’s pussy. Immediately she caught the familiar fragrance, so innocent. Shannon remembered the scent well, from bathing her own children. On her pussy, the oil was cool and slimy. It dribbled downward, running over her clit and her lips and finally to the towel beneath. It felt absolutely divine. Shannon really loved that she was being smothered with Frankie’s attention. Of course, she could have put that oil on herself, but Frankie was taking her time, stroking it on with such tenderness. Shannon was quietly falling in love.

Frankie rubbed the oil into the newly shaved skin. She made tight circles with her fingers, massaging and kneading her flesh. Her fingers slipped deliciously over her pussy lips, pulled at them, and then slid slightly inside. Shannon gasped with pleasure at the contact. Frankie slid in and out, her finger sliding across the clitoris. Shannon moaned a little and her hips rocked, vaginal muscles clenching.

They moved it to the bed. They laid next to each other on the spread. "If I do something you don't like, then you tell me." Frankie stressed.

"You're doing fine."

Frankie kissed and stroked Shannon's body, whispering and licking and sucking on it, never touching her breasts or between her thighs. Shannon started to roll towards her and pushed against her. She was ready to be touched.

Frankie smiled. "I’m not ready yet."

"Well I am." Shannon insisted.

"No you're NOT." Frankie said in a thick voice. "You'll be ready when I say you're ready."

Shannon felt her nipples grow hard with excitement. She sensed that Frankie was going to play the "When I Say You Can" game. She knew that one! She and Matthew played it, but not often enough. She was thrilled that Frankie was starting the game, and wanted to see how long Frankie could last at ordering her around. Matthew was a softie. He could never last long at all, not with the telling her what to do and when to do it. He always got too aroused, and because he was simply bigger, he’d finally just push her over, yank her legs apart, and ejaculate on the way in. Sometimes, she fought him, which made him more determined.

Frankie was about her size, so she didn't see them doing any big wrestling matches. It was definitely a fun way to start.

"Undress me. NOW. Take your time." Frankie ordered.

Shannon moved to undress her friend. Her hands were shaking. She kept expecting someone to rush into their private room and demand, You can’t do that! You’re married. You can’t cheat on your husband with another woman.

"Slow down. Pay attention to what you’re doing. I mean it."

Shannon halted. Frankie was right. Part of what she’d loved about the shaving session was that Frankie had done it so slowly and deliberately, elaborating on every step. Shannon eased Frankie’s sweater up over her head. She traced the line of lace around her bra. Frankie’s bra had push-up inserts, so she flowed out the top. Shannon so wanted to kiss the flesh that was busting out of the cups. Then she realized that she would be allowed, so she leaned down and did it. Just like that. Oh her flesh was so, so soft! There was a small red mole hidden in the cleavage. Shannon kissed it. She unfastened the clip at the front of her bra and peeled the cups away. Oh! Her breasts were so beautiful. They were full and pale. The contrast between the fair skin and the ruddy nipples was incredible. Shannon leaned down to suck the nipples. "Not yet," Frankie ordered. "Just take off the rest of my clothes."

After a bit more of doing things Frankie’s way, Shannon was itching to be touched. She started to ease her hand between her thighs. Frankie saw her hand move and stopped it. "No you don't. You can't do that till I say. Right now, I want you to go down on Me."

And Frankie pushed her head. Shannon started sucking and licking at Frankie's pussy. Frankie lay back on the bed. Shannon started to move her hand to her own pussy again, and Frankie saw it, and said, "I didn't say you could do that." Frankie pulled her hand away, and gripped it tightly. Shannon could not move her hand.

"Hey," Frankie said aggressively, "You’re doing a pretty sloppy job of that pussy eating, you know. I like to be licked here. Right here," and she moved Shannon's mouth to a different spot, and Shannon kissed and licked there, and began to dot it in a steady beat with her tongue.

Frankie lay still and suddenly quiet, so Shannon knew she was on to something. Frankie crumpled under her, and Shannon pulled her hand away. She began to stoke other parts of Frankie's pussy and reached up to rub her nipples with at first very soft, gentle strokes, and then later, more persistent pinching motions. Frankie stopped her mouth at her pussy, and breathed to her in a much different voice, "Suck on my breasts," she pleaded. Shannon did, keeping one hand back where her mouth had been. It was so exciting to make love to Frankie! She couldn't believe how perfect it was. It was all about timing and patience. All about staging and pace.

Frankie knew that Shannon wanted to masturbate. She made her wait. Then she whispered, "Show me where you touch yourself. I want to watch your hand."

Shannon moved. She crouched above Frankie, straddling her face. Shannon closed her eyes, and moved her hand inches away, "showing" Frankie what she liked. The whole idea that she was finger fucking inches in front of another woman’s face was just about enough to set her off! And every movement was intensified because the area was newly bare. It felt so amazing! She couldn’t believe she was going to come so soon! She started to buckle into a climax and follow it. She hadn’t even thought she’d be able to come!!

Frankie noticed the shift of intensity, and stopped her. She moved her hand. Then Frankie's mouth was there on her clit instead.

Shannon froze. What the hell was that? Frankie interrupted her climax! Now she was sure she would never cum. The feeling was gone. If it was going to come back, it needed to be cajoled. Shannon ground her pussy relentlessly against Frankie’s eager face. Frankie explored with her tongue and fingers, urging the intensity to return.

Nothing.

Shannon became certain that Frankie would never make any impact from this position, so she pulled off, and lay down on the bed beside Frankie, resigned. She didn’t think she would cum! Not now. Frankie moved down to open her thighs and played some games of her own. She tasted and sucked and licked and dabbed at places, and traced them with her fingertips. Then slipped her finger inside Shannon's vagina.

Shannon rose a bit in the bed, "Watch your nails," she whispered, distressed.

"Sorry," Frankie said, and she quickly removed her finger to bite off the problem. She could taste Shannon all over her finger. Frankie slipped the finger back inside and began to touch and resist places inside. All the while, Frankie was studying Shannon's face, trying to read her, moving her finger slowly, then changing pace. Shannon made this seem impossible. Would she get her to cum? Maybe the newness of their being together would be enough. But that could go either way. Sometimes the first time was the worst time.

Shannon rolled out from under Frankie’s hand. She pulled away, and laid listlessly on the bed. She felt resigned. She’d wanted to come, and now she was pissed! Shannon got up and moved between Frankie's thighs to taste her again.

"Hey, it’s my turn to make you come, remember?" Frankie teased

Shannon stopped. Frankie was right. That was a habit of hers, and it happened when she was with Matthew especially. She got impatient because she didn’t think she would cum, so she immediately went into the role of the martyr. She’d give up and start to give oral sex to her partner, resenting that Matthew didn’t seem to care whether she came or not. And sometimes he was in his mood, because he would have ejaculated before he was ready. Made for some pretty angry sessions of sex. But Frankie wasn’t doing that to her. Frankie was willing to work through it.

"Then give me a minute," Shannon said, rolling onto her back. Frankie knelt between her thighs. Frankie's breath exhaled warm against Shannon's bare pussy. Frankie pursed her lips like she was about to whistle, and started blowing against Shannon for a minute, then resumed her licking and tasting. She used her hand to feel inside of Shannon, and then she stopped for a minute. She pulled something from her purse on the floor, and asked, "Would it be okay if I used this?" She held up a vibrator. It was not huge, but it was more ample than Shannon was used to.

"On Me or on YOU?" Shannon wanted to know.

"On you."

Shannon thought it more a matter of curiosity than anything else. She wasn’t much into electronics. "You’re doing fine by yourself." Then she thought about it, "Oh go ahead, I want to see what it does. Is that yours?"

"I bought it new just in case." Frankie admitted, face blushing. "I thought it would be tacky to assume that you would want to use something that had already been inside of me."

So Shannon held still and the humming was weird, an odd addition to their breathing. "Can I turn on the radio?" Shannon asked. Frankie turned off the motor, so Shannon could think to find a station. Then Frankie licked Shannon one time with the flat of her tongue, then turned the vibrator on again.

Shannon waited. "I’m not sure that’s doing anything for me," she said after a minute or so. She’d never been big on mechanical toys. Frankie adjusted a button and the motor became more incessant. Shannon could immediately feel a difference, and began rocking into it. Trying to get into it. The toy felt unexpected, but everything was unexpected today.

However, maybe because of the time Pete spends at work, he's often too tired to satisfy me in the bedroom. I didn't think it mattered as I became content with the material goods and creature comforts that made me the envy of my friends and family.

Last summer, we booked a beautiful secluded apartment on a Greek island and as we arrived, I could feel my tensions unwind as i looked forward to a fortnight of relaxation, good food and wine and lots of sex. We got friendly with the only other English couple in the complex whose apartment shared a communal balcony with ours.

Although Dave and Alison were over ten years older than us, they certainly lived life to the full - active days, late nights, they both seemed to live in the fast lane - and they seemed to have a sex life to match! Dave in particular had a certain finesse and sophistication that I found intoxicating and his body was to die for too! Often i lay awake at night (Pete snoring beside me pissed as a rat after a night on the booze) as i was subjected to the sounds of Dave and Alison making love through the partition wall.Judging by the gasps and moans that I emanated, he was as experienced and skilled in the sack as he seemed to be at everything else.

How i envied them both as on the occasions that Pete didn't collapse in a drunken stupor, our lovemaking had become predictable and routine. When I mentioned  as much to Ali one night (after a few too many Metaxas) she confided that Dave was always finding new ways to keep the spice in their  love life. She told me that they had made love on the balcony,on the beach under the stars ("God how I'd love to have witnessed that" I thought) and that they had even joined the 'mile high' club on the plane journey over to Greece.

Whilst i didn't consciously set out to seduce Dave, i suppose the envy and natural attraction towards this gloriously sexy guy made me vow to seize any opportuntiny to sample his lovemaking if ever the chance occurred.

And it did. On the last night, we all reminisced about the holiday as we shared a bottle of Ouzo.After a while, Ali asked to be excused as she needed to pack for the flight the following morning which left the three of us. I felt sexy and attractive; the relentless sunshine had given me a golden tan and I had accentuated this with a skimpy pure white cotton frock which i hoped would please Dave. I spied him holding my gaze for just a little longer than was strictly necessary as we joked and chatted. Pete was meanwhile sinking the ouzo at a rate of knots that meant he would shortly be out for the count. Normally I would have told him to slow down but the thought of being alone with Dave (who was his usual controlled sophisticated self) was something i was keen to experience and so I let Pete carry on drinking himself to oblivion. After a few minutes, Pete staggered to the loo , excusing himself  as he tottered off. Predictably, he didn't return and as i checked up on him I found that he had crashed fully clothed on our bed and was snoring like Rip van Winkle. I knew this was my heaven sent opportunity and as i ventured back out to the balcony I knew I needed to act quickly.

I was so aroused by this time , i no longer cared if I got rejected and seizing my chance i shamelessly grabbed hold of Dave by the arm and pulled him close to me and kissed him. Oh God, the relief and excitement when he responded completely grabbing the cheeks of my bum through my flimsy cotton dress as he held me tight, our tongues darting between each other's lips exploring, devouring one another. I swear I would have swallowed him whole at that point if i'd been able, there was two weeks' worth of pent up arousal that needed to be satisfied and i was going to make sure this delicious sexy man knew how badly i needed him.The thought that Alison or Pete may wake up at any moment only intensified my feelings; I was fed up at being neglected and felt it was only fair that I had a chance to discover the exquisite thrills that Alison had enjoyed repeatedly over the past fortnight.

I led Dave by the hand into our apartment as I figured that Pete was less likely to wake up from his Ouzo induced sleep than Alison.Also part of me wanted him to pay for the neglect in the bedroom and it seemed fitting that I was to seduce Dave on 'home territory'. He sat back luxuriously on the sofa as I wrestled with his shorts, desperate to free that gorgeous plonker that I knew had given Alison so much pleasure. And i wasn't disappointed; it was just as beautiful as I had imagined - already rock hard and fabulously thick - no wonder it had Ali squealing with delight every time he shagged her !

I shamelessly gobbled and sucked on his big veiny tool. It was truly wonderful; much longer and thicker than Pete's and i needed it inside my pussy so very very urgently......

I couldn't risk being interrupted so I pulled his im, easing his shorts off and climbed astride him wriggling so that his juicy dick was fully inside me. And sweet Jesus it felt good - no wonder Ali howled like a banshee when she came , this was a plonker that could fill a girl to the hilt.Watching in the mirror, I saw him grip me by the hips as he fucked me mercilessly making my entire body quiver and shake with the effort and release of orgasm.God it was fucking amazing - I felt his hand cover my mouth as I groaned as i came in tremendous waves on his massive prick - I had lost all sense of where i was and no longer cared that my husband was asleep no more than ten feet away. Dave expertly rubbed my clit as i rode him - i felt that I was going to pass out with pleasure i was so turned on I'd never felt so horny by anything I'd ever done with Pete. Dave was thrusting so fiercely that I was being tossed around like a helpless rag doll and I couldn't have been more ecstatic - it was unbelievably bloody good - so deep and he had such strength and stamina I was in heaven. I just needed to be possessed by this incredible fuckable hunk as I came repeatedly in huge spasms.Just then I felt him tense beneath me as he tweaked my nipples and called out "Rach, Rach I'm gonna come inside you" and with that outburst he emptied his seed deep inside me.

I felt like a queen as I lay on top of him, utterly spent and kissed him as our lust subsided.Briefly, I panicked as i realised we hadn't used any protection - before smiling to myself - if Dave could manage something with one fuck that Pete and I hadn't managed in ten years of marriage then so be it.

With great reluctance, I returned to Pete who was still stretched out comatose. For the first time I despised him and was pleased with myself that i had grab this chance of sexual fulfillment. The next day Dave and I managed a quick snog and grope at the airport and Dave has contacted me since to let me know that he is staying over on business in my area next week and would I like to meet him for dinner and who knows? I've told him that dinner would be nice and very respectable but it's the afters i'm looking forward to - hopefully involving me riding that wonderful juicy cock once again. When it happens, i'll be sure to let you know.

    As I went home the thought of what Mary had sugested kept going through my head and I thought of all the times  Tom had come home drinking with lipstick and womens perfume on his cloths.And I had been true ever since we had been marriedthose 20 years.and besides Bill was a nice looking guy and was Mary serious about us fucking but I knew she couldn't with him and probally didn't have to long to live and she could not turn down her wishes.Next evening when she went to see Mary,the first thing Mary said was did you decide Anne to grant my wish?Ohh Mary I will if Bill wants me,but I never want to ruin our friendship.Ohh thank you Anne,I discused it with Bill several times and I told him that You was thinking on it,and what did you and Bill decide??He wants you and admitted he been wanting you a long time.Really !!!!yes really and I never told you before but me and bill are sort of kinky You probally think but we have talked about joining a swingers group but then I got sick and never joined He would not go with out me,But it sounds crazy to you I guess but Iwe wanted to have diferent sex partners and watch as he did it with anoughter woman and he always wanted to see me with anoughter man best I could do was tell him about things I did when dating before Him.and I told him about some things me and you did.Oh my God Mary what he say,he got all horny and excited.If Tom was any good we would have tried to get ya'll to swap.Anne Bill is in the other bedroom waiting go in and give it good to him or let him give it good to you.

   I kissed Mary on her forward and told her Ok but I was nervous as all hell,She giggled just go fuck him.As I went into the other room my knees felt weak for what I was fixing to do but Mary was right he needed relief and so did I.Bill had the room dark with only a candle burning on the dresser and He said Anne I am so glad you doing this for me and Mary,and as my eyes adjusted to the dim room bill was completly naked with covers rolled back and I could see his huge cock standing erect I scould not tear my eyes away fom it as I slowly undressed seductivly as I did his cock jumped with excitment,as I got down to my bra and panties  I slowly unsnap0ped my bra and dropped it and then slowly let my panties that seem to cling to me  slide down and kicked out as they reached my ankles ,Bill I whispered Take it slow with me as I slid in beside him it been over a year since I did it ,Bill whispered that my body was so sexy as he started kissing me and I kissed him back our tounges met wildly as his hands fondled my tits and found there way down across my stomach that drew tight to his caress and uncontrobaly my hand went to his huge hard cock and balls as his fingers caressed my inner thighs and my now wet pussy lips that was begging to be streched wide by his huge man hood.I whispered Oh Bill I want it in me ,As he pressed down on top my legs curled up around his waist and I guided his throbbing cock to my swollen pussy lips as i was like a dog in heat ,as he spread my inner lips i pressed upward oh Bill Fuck me ,fuck me good,ohhhh you so big and hard ohhhh Going so deep Bill.As now we slapped wildly together like 2 wild animals Ohh your pussy so hot he grunted,so tight feels so good,Ohhh Bill yessss yesss you so hot in me  Fuck me harder yesssyesss sooo good Oh bill fixing to cum  getting close now now ohhh God yessss yesss cummmminng nowwww as I felt his hot cum shoot in me so hot and filling my pussy to overflowing as I felt it ozzing down the crack of my ass,Ohh Billl I gasped.needed that so bad.me too he grunted hoarsely.

I smiled to myself once again, and got up to go to the bathroom and wash my face. I was home from college for a glorious two months of summer holidays, and my mother too had two months off from her teaching job at a nearby college. My father was away abroad on an extended business trip, and my mother and I had the house to ourselves. We had gone through two weeks of the break, and it had been good so far. My mother cooked me luxurious meals, and we watched movies on the VCR late into the night. It was a lazy existence, and I loved every minute of it.

As I wiped my face with a towel, I noticed the note my mother had taped to my bathroom mirror. "Hello, sleepyhead," it said, "I'm going to gossip with some of my friends. There's lunch in the microwave and orange juice in the refrigerator. I'll be back in a couple of hours Love, mom." I grinned at myself in the mirror as I pictured my mother and her lady friends sitting around, sipping tea and exchanging gossip. I ate lunch quickly, watching a re-run of an old western movie on TV Lunch over, I sat on the couch, feeling bored. It was a scorching May afternoon, and I was in no mood to go out. Then I remembered my dad's US returned friend, Roshan Uncle had asked me come over set up his house. I decided to go over to his house, which was a stone's throw distance from ours. Nevertheless, I was sweating from the blazing heat by the time I entered his house via the garage door.

The house stood cool and empty. I was about to call out to Roshan Uncle  when I heard a sound, a sound I thought was a moan. I listened with my head cocked to one side. The sound was coming from the far side of the house, where the bedroom was located. The sound was rhythmic, punctuated occasionally by a low mewling, moaning noise. I silently moved through the dining room into the hall leading to the master bedroom. My blood pressure was rising, my heart pounding, as I crept down to the end of the hall.

I could hear the creak of the bed and a female moaning in obvious pleasure. Someone was having sex! I moved silently, my heart in my mouth. My brain screamed at me to leave but my cock told me to stay a while and steal a peek. The bedroom was to the left, down a short hall past the kitchen. I crouched down low and crawled closer. On my hands and knees I crawled up to the bedroom window, keeping my body as close to the wall as possible. I peered around the corner of the window into the bedroom, and got the shock of my life!

My lovely mother and Roshan Uncle  were semi-naked and in a wild embrace on the bed! My mother was clad only in her bra and panties, and Uncle was still dressed in a loosely-fitting bathrobe. The look on my mother's face was incredible as she tilted her head to receive the hot kisses he was delivering to her lips, mouth, and tongue. Their hands raced over each other's bodies, as they raced to divest themselves of the remainder of their clothing.

Uncle undid my mother's bra, and her magnificent breasts sprung free, the nipples full, swollen with tension. He eyed her tits seriously for a moment. "You've got the most beautiful tits on earth," he said. "They're all yours, only yours," my mother whispered, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts out towards his face. His response was instantaneous. His mouth caught and sucked at the first nipple until it hardened, then covered her other breast. Mom was in heaven. "Oh God," she moaned, her eyes closed, her hands holding his head to her ample breasts. Her nipples had grown to tiny points, the rock-hard nubs jutting out proudly from her chest.

Uncle  was pushing down the elastic band of her panties now, moving his hand down inside of her tiny black panties from the top. Mom moaned passionately as Uncle 's hand moved up and down against her pussy. After a few more seconds of this he carefully eased her panties down, moving them over her firm round ass. Once they cleared her beautiful buns, her panties fell to the floor around her ankles, and my mother absent-mindedly stepped out of them. Uncle  gently lowered her onto the bed, until she was lying naked underneath him. My mother bent her knees and spread her legs wide, and Uncle knelt between her widely flared hips, and kissed her distended clitoris with his tongue. "Oh God, darling," mom groaned. As he went down on her and plunged his face and tongue into her beautiful, shaved pussy, my mother went wild, crying out how much she wanted him to fuck her. His tongue slowly and deliberately circled my mother's swollen clit, teasing the pouting lips of her hot pussy. Mom was writhing on the bed, moaning "Oh God" over and over again, as she pulled his head closer into her bucking hips. Her eyes were closed, her gorgeous face whipping from side to side on the pillow, globular breasts heaving, as her body responded to his glorious lovemaking.

Uncle  raised his head slightly, still maintaining his tongue deep in her pussy, as my mother twisted and churned her hips, raising her legs way up into the air, bending them at the knees and hips. As I watched, she reached up and wrapped her slender arms around her knees, and brought her upper thighs back down until they both pressed sharply down into her big, well rounded breasts. This caused my mother's back to arch up, bringing her buttocks way up off the bed, and the angle better permitted Uncle  to work his tongue even deeper and deeper into my mother's sopping-wet pussy.

As her pussy became more lubricated with her passion juices, Uncle 's tongue moved in a long, slow curve, starting at the base of my mother's spine, licking along the cleft of her buttocks, pausing to push deep into her vagina, then lifting to tease the sensitive skin where the lips met and the tingling clitoris between them. Uncle  gently slid two fingers up into my mother's sopping snatch while he sucked her dripping clit. Mom began the long breathless groaning towards what appeared to be a mammoth orgasm approaching. Uncle 's tongue teased my mother's pussy, alternately licking her lust-plumped vaginal lips and clit, while he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her sopping vagina. "Oh God, don't stop, don't stop now," my mother moaned, thrashing about on the bed, "I'm going to come, please, suck my clit harder, make me come," she begged. It was too delicious, this going under. She was seconds away from total release. I watched as he sucked harder on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy in a blur of motion. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm almost there, oh God, yesss...." He shoved his thumb up her anus, his tongue sucking mom's clit like his life depended on it. "Yesss...yessss....like that....yessss...I'm cumming.....I'm cummmminnnngggg!" my mother screamed. My mother screamed her pleasure as she came and came in a prolonged orgasm, her hips bucking off the bed, her breasts flopping wildly, as her body exploded with pleasure in response to Uncle’s loving ministrations. It seemed it would go on forever. Each time the sensations ceased, Uncle  would thrust his finger deep into my mother's ass, or lick her clitoris, or bite the lips of her cunt, and it would start all over again; until, out of sheer exhaustion, my mother pleaded: "Stop, Roshan, stop, I've no energy left, it will kill me." My mother's body stopped twitching after several minutes, as he continued to gently lick her engorged clit.

Finally mom weakly pushed his head away, and he slid between her outstretched arms as she embraced him loosely. "That was the best," mom whispered to him, "You certainly know how to pleasure a woman with your tongue." They grinned at each other, and my mother moved down on him, rubbing his cock through his bathrobe. Uncle  lay down on the bed, my mother's body straddling his, his waist inches from my mother's flushed, gorgeous face. Mom's long tongue snaked out, pulling one of the ends of his robe's belt with her teeth. As his robe fell open, my mother stared at his throbbing cock, inched from her mouth, and moaned softly. As I watched my mom stroke his cock with her fingertips, I couldn't help but stare in amazement at his huge cock. It was ten to twelve inches long, and it was thick, my God, it was thick. "Such a big cock," mom cooed, "Like a big lollipop." This was a terribly exciting moment for me. I was about to watch my mother take his cock into her mouth. With a moan of frenzied lust, mom reached out and wrapped both hands around it. I was amazed that so much of his huge cock still protruded from her fists. Holding the shaft steady, mom lowered her head and gently kissed the bloated tip. As my mother's hot breath fanned his prick, Uncle  shivered lustily. Mom's stiff nipples were grazing his body, her luscious big tits swaying gently as she crawled into position. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the thick, hairy base of his prick, steadying the bucking shaft, gently cupping his balls in her palm. With a moan, my mother stuck out her tongue and began lashing it all over the engorged, purple head of his cock. I shivered with delight. Mom slavered over the head of his cock, greedily licking up the single drop of pre-cum that had formed, moaning at the taste. "God, I love you," my mother groaned, as she slid the head of his cock into her mouth. Mom sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue dancing along the sensitive areas of his cock with wild abandon. My mother gently massaged his swollen balls with her fingertips, and Uncle  moaned deep in his throat. Incredibly, his cock was growing bigger, bigger than any cock I had ever seen. It was swelling to mammoth proportions, crowding her throat, pushing against her palate. Yet my mother had no difficulty in swallowing more and more of his cock. She deep-throated him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and then slowly let it slide out of her mouth with a loud plop. Then she settled down into a rhythm, sucking his cock, her head bobbing back and forth over the stiff shaft, while she moaned in obvious enjoyment. Uncle  now had a hold on my mother's head and he was pushing it, pulling it, mumbling, "Good, so good, so good, good...."

My mother tore at his hands, and threw herself back on the bed, spreading her legs and thighs wide open in shameless invitation, working to position her body under his, begging, imploring him. "Now Roshan, now, please. Please put it in me, oh, let me, let me put it in. Oh, I love it so. Fuck me, fuck me good." She took the head of his giant cock and guided it to her flared vaginal lips. His cock found the outer lips, and she let go. She was a slave to her desire, and she needed his cock to quench the fire in her loins. Yet he did not give her what she wanted. He rubbed his erect cock up and down her pussy lips, slapping her vaginal mound with his cock-head, and mom moaned. "Oh, God, Roshan, I need you. I need you so bad." He teased her, not allowing her the penetration she desired. "What do you need? Tell me what you need, dear?" Uncle  teased.

My mother wrapped her hand around his cock and fondled it. "This is what I need. I need this inside me. Please don't make me wait to feel your wonderful cock deep inside me. I need you inside me," my mother begged. "Oh, Roshan, my big stud, make love to me! Please take me now!"

"Oh yes, my King, hurt me!" my mother moaned just before he entered her, her eyes transfixed on his mammoth penis. As he slowly slid his giant cock head between her pussy lips, mom screamed. Uncle  slowly slid his monster cock into my mother's willing pussy, straining against her pussy lips, as her vaginal walls quivered and stretched to accommodate his huge maleness. My mother's eyes were closed, and her breathing was ragged. "Take it easy, honey," she said in a high, querulous voice.

"Why?" Uncle  teased, "Looks as though you're enjoying it."

"How can I? It's the size of a fucking watermelon," my mother gasped, working her hips in an incredibly sexy manner to receive him. He withdrew the entire length of his cock, and slowly re-entered my mother's tight pussy. "Shove it in me," my mother cried, her vagina surrendering to the wonderful feelings his cock was producing in her pussy. Uncle  pulled out and re-entered her again and again, enjoying the delicious entry, the hot moistness and snug clinging of her thick, fleshy pussy lips, as his hard penis and her moist vulva held together so deeply inside her. Each of his re-entering thrusts brought a fresh "Aaahhh..." from my mother's parted lips, as her head whipped from side to side. I watched as my mother reached down with her small hands, grasping her big, firm breasts, squeezing and twisting them. Her fingertips grasped her nipples and she pulled and twisted them, stretching them until she winced with the pain, arousing herself further as she moaned with passion. She twirled and pumped her buttocks as far and as fast as she could in an effort to make his cock work as deeply into her pussy as it would go.

With a loud sigh, Uncle  lifted himself upon his hands and knees, his back bowed slightly as he looked down beneath him, and smiled as he saw the reason for his pleasure. There below his hard, flat stomach I could see the thick furry shaft of his huge cock just before it disappeared into my mother's body. As he slowly but firmly thrust his hips upward, causing that fat shaft to sink into my mother's dainty little body, I saw her lift her body up off the bed in an effort to receive as much of his cock as she possibly could.

I watched my mother's hairless pubic region plunging up and down in rhythm with his matching strokes, and I was amazed at how her pretty pussy was being distorted as he plunged his shaft in and out of it. When he withdrew his cock, leaving only the head of it within her, it actually sucked the flesh from her inner vaginal area, outside the now inflamed labia, fully exposing her clitoris. As he shoved his thick shaft forward into my mother's eager pussy, all that flesh disappeared, and in fact so did half those lips, being stuffed deep within her love channel. At first I thought he might come right away, but then he settled down into a rhythm. His strokes were now longer, faster, unceasing ones, and soon he was fucking my mother relentlessly, driving his penis into her unremittingly, as my mother squirmed to encompass his thrusts.

My mother was on her back, her legs spread wide, thighs bent to her chest and held by him. Her head was turning side to side, eyes pressed shut in ecstasy as she moaned in pleasure. Uncle  was leaning forward over her, propping himself up with his arms, driving his thick cock deep into my mother's juicy pussy. Her legs were around the outside of his upper arms toward his shoulders, her pussy was wet and wide open, as he fucked her hard and fast with his big tool. And she'd never looked sexier. I loved the way my mother's lips formed a sensuous "O" as she moaned. I loved the way her tits bounced on every stroke. I watched as my mother's hips moved in perfect rhythm to his thrusts, his big strong ass bouncing up and down between her delicate thighs. I couldn't help looking at his huge cock, covered with her juices, sliding in and out of my mother's pussy.

Uncle  continued pounding his big cock into my mother's dripping pussy. His cock was long and hard as he drove his thick member deep into her, thrusting himself into her cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. Her wetness glistened on his thick shaft as he stroked it in and out of her pussy. His cock was stretching my mother's pussy as he entered her. Over and over he plunged his big cock deep into my mother's glistening pussy, thrusting deep and pumping, pumping, giving her every inch of his great length and thickness.

"Roshan darling, God, you're tearing me apart," my mother gasped.

At first he continued fucking her, as her pussy expanded. "Too hard," he asked, "want me slower?"

"No, goddammit, harder, don't hold back, give it to me harder. I love it, I love you." With a painful effort, my mother brought her hips off the bed and linked her ankles behind his back. This sent him into a frenzy of jack-hammering. His cock now seemed to be attached to a pile-driving mechanism as he held her by the hips and relentlessly hammered his cock into her. With great power he plunged into her, deep, deep into her. He thrust at her, hacking at life, splitting her wide with his fury. He plunged, rutting, with a rage that drove my mother to a sweaty convulsion, as she squirmed slickly beneath him, trying to encompass and hold his frenzied blows. He put one hand over my mother's mouth to stifle her screams.

My mother enthusiastically received his huge penis into her, taking his cock deep into her cunt, moving with him, returning his thrusts, joyously working her pussy onto his big hard cock. She wept with pleasure, urging him from crudity to cruelty, calling him her "King," her "Master." Her pussy was gushing her wetness as his mammoth cock filled her cunt again and again, opening her wide and filling her beyond belief, penetrating so very deep.

"Oh God," my mother screamed, "Don't stop now. That feels wonderful." Apparently my mother liked her sex hard, and I could tell she was getting just what she liked. Mom was panting and gasping, her juice running from her pussy, down the crack of her ass. She was humping and bucking against him, taking his huge cock deep within her to the depths of her womanhood, grinding on his great manhood and crying out her pleasure as he thrust deeply into her.

Uncle  shoved his big cock harder and faster into my mother's pussy as she continued to cry out in ecstasy. At first her legs were in the air, bouncing up and down in rhythm to his powerful thrusts. Then they were wrapped around his waist. Then Uncle  positioned her legs over his shoulders as he pressed them down on her chest for maximum penetration. My mother's ankles were now pinned to the mattress beside her ears and her pussy was being pounded by Uncle’s huge cock. As their hips and groins thrust together and her head began to be slammed against the headboard, my mother dug her nails into Uncle 's back and told him that she had "never been fucked so deep or so hard."

They had been at it for twenty minutes, Mom was in ecstasy, approaching orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side, her thick black hair flying. Her body was damp from the perspiration of her passion as she thrust her hips, taking his length deep within her. She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oohh, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop now! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm goingg too cummmm!"

Uncle  continued to drive his cock hard and deep into my mother's pussy as she began to cum. She was delirious, yelling out, "Ohhh Yess! Ohhh God Yesss! Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes! Ohhhhuuunngghhhhh! Ohh Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!". Mom was endlessly cumming, yelling, crying out, thrashing, frantically thrusting her hips over and over again as Uncle  drove his huge penis to the depths of her cunt, causing her body to shudder with wave after crashing wave of orgasm.

Soon Uncle  slowed his pace until he was languidly stroking his hard and bulging member in and out of my mother's soaked and ravaged pussy as she came down from her orgasms. Mom was as limp as a rag doll and her breathing came in ragged, panting gasps. She was still moaning as the last of her orgasms ebbed from her body. Uncle  then slowly slid his cock very deep and completely into my mother's cunt, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. In that position, pelvis to pelvis with his ten thick inches of hard cock buried completely within her, he reached with his right arm under her and around her waist, lifting her and holding her as he rolled over onto his back.

Mom was now laying full length on top of Uncle  with his big cock still penetrating deep into her pussy. Mom pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning slightly forward, propping herself up with her hands on his chest. Mom tilted her head back and cried out in pleasure as she leaned back and sank farther down onto his massive penis, her small body quaking in orgasm, her tight pussy clenching and contracting around the stiff manhood filling her so completely.

After her orgasm subsided, she began to ride him again, slowly, raising slightly off his huge erection, then sinking back down upon it, taking him deep into her cunt, grinding down onto him, milking his marvelous penis.

My mother's pace began to increase. Her strokes were still short, but now faster, more insistent. Uncle  was reaching up, squeezing my mother's firm tits in his hands, his fingers pinching her erect nipples as he thrust his cock deep up into her wet pussy while she ground down upon him.

Mom was panting as her strokes became longer and longer until finally a full ten inches of hard thick cock was pummeling in and out of her drenched cunt as she rode him with wild abandon.

"You like that don't you?" he asked, holding her by the waist as he slowed the pace, "You love getting fucked by your husband's friend while your husband is away abroad, don't you?"

"Ohhhh..." my mother tried to respond, "Roshan, please...ummmm.....you feel so good!"

"You like that, eh? You like this big cock, don't you, darling?"

"Ohhhhh...yessss.....yesssss....ooooohhh...I love it! Give it to me baby, give it all to me. No one has ever been that deep in me. That part of me belongs only to you! Keep fucking me baby!"

"No way," Uncle  panted, as he continued to thrust, "I'm gonna cum inside you... I'm gonna make you pregnant... you ready?? I'm going to come in your pussy, I'm gonna make you pregnant," he groaned, fucking my mother hard and fast. "I'm going to shoot my load up your tight little cunt, and fill your cute little tummy so full of sperm, you'll be walking bow-legged from carrying my children. I'm going to keep your belly full of my babies until you're too old to get pregnant any more. You'd like that, wouldn't you, love?"

"Oh yes! Oh God yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! I want to feel you cum! I want you to cum in me! Oh, yes, fill me with your cum" Oh, yes, fill me with your cock, fill me with your cum! "Shoot your load up my pussy, my king," my mother moaned, "Go....ummmmm.......go ahead......make me pregnant..........ooooohhh.....I'm your baby now!" "Oh yessss!" "I'm cumming tooooo....give it to me baby.....oooooooooooohh.....don't stop......not yet......ummmmmm......... ummmmmmmmmmmmmm....." My mother practically screamed as Uncle 's back arched and he began the final thrusting towards orgasm.

Uncle  grasped my mother's shoulders and flipped them both over until he was on top again, and straddled my mother's fleshy thighs in a deep squat. Feverishly, my mother guided his penis down toward the wet, gaping core of her vagina. She rubbed the head of his giant cock up and down the weeping furrow of her pussy. Holding his cock in his hand, he pushed it back into her cunt and re-entered her again with a long, slow, skewering thrust. My mother moaned thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets, as his enormous cock burst into her wet flesh. "You're insatiable," my mother moaned.

My mother's chest was heaving and her breath came in sobbing gasps as Uncle continued to pound her cunt savagely without respite. Her head began to be slammed against the headboard as his thrusts speeded up.

My mother said she wanted to feel his hot, sticky sperm warming her tummy.

"Look at you," Uncle  panted between thrusts, "Demure wife and mother, with her husband’s best friend's cock stuffed up deep inside her belly, wanting him to squirt your sexy little tummy full of the thick sticky white-stuff that makes babies. Well, I'm gonna do just that. Wouldn't you like that, my slut?"

Hearing his obscene words, and feeling his big cock slip-sliding inside her, was too much for my mother. She began to cum again. I watched her as she writhed underneath him, her body dissolving into another delicious orgasm. Her head whipped from side to side on the pillow as little screams of pleasure came from her lips.

"Ready for that baby, " Uncle  asked, and my mother again begged him to impregnate her. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, let everyone know that I fucked some stud's cock up my pussy and had him cum in me," my mother screamed. "I want to feel your baby come pushing out from between my legs, I want to have your baby..."

Suddenly my mother stiffened and shouted as she orgasmed, then she screamed in a shattering climax as Uncle 's huge penis quivered, swelled and erupted within her, exploding, throbbing, jerking and pulsing, the hot burning liquid spurting from his scrotum, splashing his hot cum inside her, spraying his virile seed to the very depths of her fertile, unprotected pussy. For more than a minute he continued to cum, yelling and yelling, pumping jet after jet of white-hot sperm deep into my mother's pussy, sending her into another orgasm as his sperm charged from his cock and spurted deep, deep inside her.

Soon they slowed and finally stopped, Uncle lying with his head between my mother's breasts as she played with his mussed hair. They both lay there, panting, almost sobbing with pure delight as their bodies attempted to recover from the great thrill they had experienced. Come was oozing out of her cunt all around his cock, down the sides of her legs, running down his cock. Both their crotches were soaked in cum. "Was it good?", Uncle  asked my mother, as he withdrew his now-flaccid penis and flopped down on the bed beside her. "Delicious, darling," my mother whispered, stretching her legs, "That was worth waiting for." As his cock withdrew from her cunt, great wads of cum flowed from her, running down into the crack of her ass, dripping onto the bed. My mother kissed Uncle  deeply, thanking him for his sperm. I could see my lovely mother's legs with my Uncle’s cum seeping from her ravaged pussy. My mother lay there with her eyes closed,  a freshly-fucked looked on her face.

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Chapter 1

          I’ve tried a million times to explain to myself how I come to find myself in this situation.  The situation I am talking about is the one that has me on all fours with a black cock sliding in and out of my pussy and mouth.  If that isn’t odd enough, three feet away from me is my daughter Cindy.  She is also on all fours.  She has a black cock in each hand, one in her mouth, and one in her pussy.  She and I were both covered with tons of cum from the six black men that were taking turns fucking us.

          I’d like to say this was an isolated incident but that would be a lie.  The truth is that Cindy and I had been doing this for several weeks now.  As crazy as it sounds, there is an explanation for why I would ever let my daughter become a black cock whore like me.  Let me explain.

          A few weeks ago my 14 year old daughter came home early from school and caught her dear mother, me, in the basement fucking someone other than her father.  To make matters worse it was a black man with a really big cock.  And if that wasn’t bad enough it was her father’s closest oldest friends.  She was pissed, upset, and really not very happy with me.

          As you will remember from the first story, I sat her down and explained how this whole thing got started.  I reminded her that her grandparents had died in a car crash and left us the house.  I also reminded her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when it was her father’s childhood home.  We talked about how things were when we first moved in and how uncomfortable I felt in an almost black neighborhood.  I had told her that her father had given us, what sounded like, very good advice about living in this neighborhood.  He had been right except for one unexpected problem with her father’s best friend. 

          I told her that his friends name was Bob and that he was a very important person in the area.  I explained that Bob kept hitting on me, sometimes in front of her father.  My husband told me to laugh it off.  He said to be forceful, but nice, when I turned him down.  It didn’t help.  I told my daughter that this went on for almost a year.  Then one night at a community cookout it all came to a head.  I told Cindy that her father was drunk and I had had one more than I should have had.  Bob kept hitting on me, so I got angry.  I asked him what it was going to take to get him to leave me alone.  I told Cindy that Bob made me a deal.  If I would fuck him once that he would never bother me again.  I told Cindy that it was a combination of the Gin, the anger at her father for being no help (again), and the frustration of Bob continuing to press me for sex, but I gave in.

          Bob fucked the hell out of me.  I hadn’t wanted to do it but it was the best sex I had ever had.  I told Cindy that one of the neighborhood assholes had snuck into the basement and had watched us.  Bob left and I was busy trying to recover when I was mounted again.  I thought it was Bob.  It wasn’t.  The guys name was Dwayne.  He too had a really big cock and he knew how to use it.  If that wasn’t bad enough, Dwayne returned a few days later, with a friend.  I tried to stop them but it was no good.  They spent the afternoon fucking my brains out.  Again, I hadn’t wanted it to happen and was really unhappy about it.  I told Cindy that Bob had Dwayne’s ass beaten and it was made clear to him that I was to be left alone.

          I told Cindy that I couldn’t escape the truth.  I hadn’t wanted this to happen, but the truth was that I had cum more in two days than I had in all of my life.  I wasn’t sure that I could stop myself.  I told Cindy that I talked to a college girlfriend who had had some experience with black men.  She had told me that I shouldn’t ignore what had happened.  Staying in control was the key.  Ignoring this would only cause me to act out and lose control.  Losing control could get me caught by my dear husband.  She had said that my fetish for black cock would soon ware off and life would go back to normal.  There was a lot more we talked about and at the time it made since.

          When I got home I set up a meeting with Bob.  I told Cindy that I took my friends advice and had Bob fuck me again.  It was great.  Afterward I told Bob what my friend had said and that I was going to take her advice.  I told Bob that I loved my husband and that I didn’t want to cheat on him.  But, I told Bob, that I couldn’t stop right now.  Bob said that he could help.  He pointed out that the house was old and in need of repairs.  He told me that he knew men that would take care of the work and would be happy to work for pussy.  All of these men were, big, black, handsome, and very well hung.

          I had the house painted, electrical work done, new phone jacks installed, and hired a landscaping crew to take care of the yard.  Over the next few months my pussy got royally fucked, almost daily.  The day that the landscaping crew came always turned into a gangbang.  It was supposed a three man crew but at times I found myself fucking six different men. 

          Cindy had told me that that explained how this got started and why I had allowed so many different men to fuck me.  But she couldn’t understand why I was still doing it 9 years later.  I explained to her that her father was a wonderful man.  He was a great lover and that he too was hung, but not like these black men.  These black men did things to me that had never been done before.  I thought I would grow tired of it, or at least get used to it enough to stop or slow down.  I was wrong.  I had slowed down some over the years, but I hadn’t stopped and wasn’t going to stop.

          Cindy kept my secret and I thought that everything would go back to normal.  But Cindy’s curiosity had been touched and she wanted to know more.  She had skipped school a few times and had watched me get fucked by huge black cocks, without my knowledge.  This activity backfired on Cindy the day that she tried to watch me get gangbanged by the landscaping crew.  My first story left off with the black men finding a half naked Cindy watching the activity.  I had stated that I was stuck in the middle of a black man sandwich (on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth) and there were men playing with both of my breasts.  I saw what was happening but couldn’t stop it.  I had stated that that was the day that Cindy got her first black cock, lots and lots of black cock.

Chapter 2

          My Thursday gangbang with the landscapers normally ended around 2:30 pm.  That would give me time to clean up and be ready for Cindy to get home from school.  On that Thursday however it lasted much later.  There was no need to cut their fun short considering my daughter was lying naked beside me, getting her brains fucked out.  By the time the men started getting dressed I knew I had very little time to clean up.  I didn’t want there to be anything for my husband to find.

          As the men left through the basement door I pulled Cindy to her feet.  We had very little time to get cleaned up before her father got home.  I didn’t have time to be pissed at her for spying on me.  I didn’t have time to be worried about the condition my daughter was in mentally and physically.  There would be time later to deal with all of these things.  Right now I needed to get her into the shower.

          She looked like a zombie, just looking straight ahead, lost.  Her legs were weak enough that I didn’t feel comfortable with her taking a shower by herself.  So I joined her.  I leaned her against the wall while I quickly got myself cleaned up.  Over the years I had found that my nipples, ass, and pussy were to tender to us a wash cloth during bathing after being royally fucked.  I would soap up my hands and wash off. Doing it this way allowed me to better control the amount of pressure I used on my body, less pain.  I showed this to Cindy but she was too far out of it to do anything to help herself.  I was really worried about her and the way she was acting.  But we didn’t have time for that now.  Since she couldn’t do it for herself, I washed her the best I could.  I had guessed right in that she was very tender, so I tried to be as gentle and quick as possible.  It amazed me at how aroused she still was.  Each time I was forced to touch her breast or nipples she would moan.  She gasp for air and leaned her head against me when I had to wash her pussy.  I thought she was going to have an orgasm when I sprayed to water up into her pussy to get the cum out.  I had never seen my daughter, or any other woman, like this before.

          I know that a lot of readers would love to hear that this turned into a sexual relationship.  It did not.  I am not into women and am really not into sex with my daughter.  GROSS!  I was just happy to get her cleaned up, dressed, and up to her room.  I told her to go to bed and that I would bring her some food later.  I told her it would be best if she stayed away from her father tonight and that we would talk later.  I told her father that she had come home early and wasn’t feeling well and that we should let her sleep.  He agreed and left her alone, thank god.

          I checked in on Cindy after supper and told her that she should stay home from school tomorrow.  I told her that she would have some pain and we really needed some quite time to talk.  She just shook her head and went back to sleep.

          Bob showed up the next morning looking for a good long fuck.  I told him what had happened yesterday and that today wasn’t a good idea.  He was disappointed but totally understood.  He told me to let him know if there was anything that he could do.  I had a really bad feeling that I would need to take him up on that offer very soon.  As Bob left I poured myself another cup of coffee and waited for Cindy to wake up.  We really needed to talk.

Chapter 3

          Cindy slept another hour or so.  I was thankful for that.  I needed some quite time myself, to get my thoughts together.  It may sound weird coming from a woman who loves to fuck black men behind her husbands back, but I have always been a good and responsible mother.  I was a friend when she needed a friend.  I was a nurse, teacher, protector, and whatever else she needed me to be.  I was also the enemy when necessary.  NO DRUGS, STEALING, CHEATING, FIGHTING, and NO SEX.  I did the PTA, girl scouts, soccer mom, and a hell of a lot more.  As a mother goes, June Clever can kiss my ass.  So how could I act like June Clever on a day like today?

          I fixed Cindy some breakfast and started talking to her while she ate.  I wanted to know if she was ok.  She was still shaken but she said she seemed alright.  I asked her to explain what she was doing in the basement yesterday.  I asked her how long had she been spying on me.  I asked her if she felt that she had been raped.    I couldn’t stop myself from asking questions.  She didn’t have a chance to answer any of them because of how fast I fired off the next question, that plus she had a mouth full of food.

          She turned the tables on me and told me that if I would sit down, calm down, and let her finish eating she would try to explain everything to me.  I had used the same line on her when I got caught by her a while back.  I drank my coffee and tried to calm down.  I waited for her to finish eating, my foot tapping the floor under the table the whole time.

          She started off by saying that she was having some pain.  She said that it was hard to walk and hurt to pee.  She said that her throat was sore and that the muscles in her legs and stomach ached.  She said it was exactly like I had told her that I had felt after my first time.  I tried to explain to her that it had to have been worse for her because she was a virgin.  Cindy lowered her head and told me that technically she wasn’t a virgin.  She said that she hadn’t had sex with any of her boyfriends but that she did masturbate and that she also had dildo.  She said that she got the dildo after she had caught me.  She had ordered it online and used my name and credit card.  She said that she had gotten so turned on by my story that she wanted to try some of those things but was too afraid to do it with someone else. 

          She said that she wanted to see what it was like to have sex and the best and safest way to do that was to watch me.  Cindy said that she had snuck home a few times and seen me have sex with three different men.  She said that it had gotten her so turned on that she had played with herself while watching the last guy fuck me.  She said that she was sorry that she spied on me but she couldn’t help herself.  She said that she didn’t realize that yesterday was the landscaper’s day to visit.  She said that she got a little carried away.  She said that she must have made too much noise.  She said that she was in the middle of an orgasm when the men found her.

          I told Cindy that I saw most of what happened to her but that I wasn’t able to stop it.  Cindy laughed and said that I had had my hands full.  And my mouth, and my ….  I stopped her at that point and told her not to be a smartass.  I told her that I was worried about her because I didn’t want this to happen to her and it wasn’t clear how she had felt about it.  I asked her if she felt that she had been raped.

          She said that she was afraid when it happened.  She said that there were too many hands touching her, pulling on her, and pushing her down on the mattress.  I was saying “NO” but nobody seemed to have heard me.  Between the grunts of the men, the moans coming from me and the selective hearing on the part of the men I don’t doubt that she wasn’t heard.  Cindy said she was already half naked anyway so it took little effort from those big black men to finish the job.

          Cindy said it happened so fast.  Before she knew it she had a cock in her mouth and felt something much bigger than her dildo being pushed into her pussy.  Cindy kept saying that it was just like I had described my experience.  It hurt a lot and felt like it was tearing me apart.  She said that even with the pain that it felt better than her dildo ever had.  She said that too many things were happening to me at the same time. 

          She said that the man that was fucking her face was doing his best to ram his cock down my throat.  Cindy said that the cock was both silky yet hard as steel.  She said that when he finally stopped trying to fuck her throat she kind of liked the way it felt going in and out of her mouth.  She said that her first orgasm was stronger than anything she had ever felt, and it didn’t want to stop.  She said that her dildo was 9” long and fat.  She said that both of the cocks that were invading her body were much bigger than that.  I told her that Marcus was the one she was sucking on and he was 11”, and Paul was the one fucking you was 12” and very fat.  She said it felt huge.

Chapter 4

          We continued talking.  Most mothers and daughters would talk about boys, dating, school, and other silly little things.  It was really weird having this conversation.  Cindy continued her tale by telling me she could feel it when Paul cam in her pussy, every last shot he fired.  She also said that she had been very surprised when Marcus shot off into her mouth.  He held her head so that she couldn’t pull away and push his cock deep enough that she had no choice but to swallow.  She said that she didn’t want to swallow but she couldn’t breathe, but the taste wasn’t that bad.

          As soon as one cock was removed from her body another replaced it.  I told her that there were six men and they were used to coming at least three or four times each.  I watched as each of the men took a turn fucking Cindy.  My mouth and pussy was never empty either, but I watched as four men with cocks greater than 10” cam in my daughter’s pussy.  I saw her cum over and over again.  I saw three of the men cum in her mouth.  I heard her moan, cum, and beg for more.  I wondered if that’s what I sounded like.

          When Cindy stopped talking the room grew very quite.  What do you say after hearing and living something like that?  I didn’t want to scare her so I kept my fear that she might have gotten pregnant.  I told her that we needed to get her on the pill.  I have no idea why I said or wanted to do that. I certainly didn’t want to send her the message that I wanted her having sex of any kind, with anybody.  I guess I was afraid that if she was anything like me that her pussy would be full of black cock more often than it would be empty.  It was at that moment that I not only felt like a whore, but I knew that I was a whore.  I just didn’t want my daughter turning into one herself.

          I told Cindy that I was afraid for her.  I told her that it was normal for her to be curious about sex, but what happened last night was just wrong.  I told her that those dogs were going to be after her and she was going to have to be strong when turning them down.  Not only is it wrong but those dumb asses could go to jail for shit like that.  I told her that it was hard enough living in this neighborhood but if they think there is free teenage pussy to be had, god help us.  But more important, your father would find out about everything.

          That seemed to get through to Cindy.  I know that she was looking forward to finding out more about sex, but she didn’t want to hurt anyone.  She didn’t much like the idea of all those older black men hitting on her.  It wouldn’t take much to get a rep and Cindy had plans for her future, big plans.  I told Cindy that we should talk a lot.  I told her that we would treat this like a 12 step program.  We would meet regularly for a girl’s night out and talk about whatever we need to talk about.  I told her that I would act like a sponsor and that she was to call me if she ever got into trouble or was tempted to do anything she shouldn’t.

          Just like any teenager, Cindy didn’t like the idea of all those rules and controls being put on her.  I also wasn’t stupid in expecting Cindy to never have sex now that Pandora’s Box has been opened.  I just wanted her sex life to be more normal, nothing like mine.

          Over the next few days I was able to get Cindy on the pill and had the doctor to check and she if she was pregnant.  I knew it was too early for that but I wanted to try anyway.  The doctor said it wasn’t a good idea giving someone as young as Cindy the morning after pill.  So we were stuck waiting.

          Life tried to return to normal while we waited.  Cindy was back in school and I was back in the basement fucking black cock.  You would think that this scare would be what I needed to stop screwing around.  Instead I couldn’t get enough black cock and cum.  My daily fuck sessions always ended long before I wanted them to.  I nearly fucked my husband to death each night.

          Three weeks later we got the news I was afraid of, Cindy was pregnant.  She flipped out.  I sat her done and went over her options with her.  Keeping the baby was an option, but had so many horrible problems attached to it that it was quickly dropped.  Putting the baby up for adoption was a choice that had just as many problems.  Either of these options meant that people would find out everything.  When people found out that she had had a black baby her rep and her life would change forever.  Abortion seemed the only way out.  But getting this done without anyone, including my husband, finding out would be tricky.  I needed Bob’s help.

          Bob live up to his word.  He was very helpful and made everything happen, no questions asked.  Cindy pretended to be sick for about a week but otherwise nobody knew anything.  My husband was worried.  He’s such a good man.  If he only knew what was really going on in his childhood home.

Chapter 5

          The very first day Cindy went back to school she got in trouble.  I was called to the school and told to speak with the principle.  I waited in his office until her arrived, but I could tell by the buzz around the office that something very bad had happened.

          The principle introduced himself and made small talk while we waited for Cindy to join us.  When everyone had arrived and was seated the principle informer me that Cindy had been caught having sex with the school janitor.  I was informed that the janitor was a black man in his mid 40’s.  They were found in a utility room.

          At first the teachers had thought that Cindy was a victim of a rape.  The janitor denied raping Cindy and soon Cindy had to tell the truth to keep the janitor from being arrested.  The principle told me that Cindy had flirted with the janitor until the janitor told her that he wished he was a young man again.  If he were young again he would show her how a man handles a young tease like her.  Apparently Cindy told him that he wasn’t that old and that she had been with men older that him.  He took her to the utility room. They were found naked, Cindy bent over a stack of boxes, with the janitor pounding away at her pussy.  She was overheard by a teacher begging him to fuck her harder and to cum in her pussy.

          I had no other alternative but to act shocked.  I was expecting something to happen at some time, but not this.  I just looked at her and said that we would talk later.  The principle said that he had fired the janitor and that Cindy would be suspended.  He told me that it would be up to me to press charges, or not.

          On the way home I yelled at Cindy.  I asked what she thought she was doing.  I asked her what happened to all of our agreements.  I asked her how she was going to explain this to her friends.  And what about your father finding out.  She was quite for most of the trip home.  The only defense she offered was that she couldn’t help it.  She said that she was horny.  She said that she is always horny.  She said that all she seemed to be able to think about was getting fucked and big black cocks.

          I asked her if she had done anything else that I should know about.  She said that she hadn’t been able to control herself.  She said that I didn’t need to worry about the principle telling my husband anything because she had given him a blowjob right after she got caught.  Cindy said that she knew some of the sons of the men that had gangbanged her.  She said that she has seduced all three of them.  Cindy said that she was sorry but that she couldn’t control her impulses, that she didn’t think she would be able to stop herself. 

          I had to admit that I did understand what she was saying.  I had thought that if I let these black men have their way with me that I would soon grow tired of it.  I hadn’t.  The desire to be stuffed full of black cock was stronger than ever.  I told Cindy that I understood but didn’t know what to do about it.  She said that she would like to join me in my basement fun.  She said that she would feel safer exploring her sex life.  She said that my circle of men friends had been able to keep my secret and there would be no reason why her father had to find out anything.  Cindy then said that if she couldn’t join me in the basement on a regular basis maybe me Thursday gangbangs would give both of us enough cock to keep her urges under control.

          What would June Cleaver say to an offer like that?  “Can I join you on your next black man gangbang mommy”?  For the first time sense all of this started nine years ago I wanted to quit.  But if I do quit what would happen to Cindy?  I was damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

          So that explains how my life has turned into a three ring circus.  What other mother do you know that sets up gangbangs with black men for their daughter?  How many mothers find themselves flat on my back looking up at my daughter’s pussy get pounded?  I hate to admit that watch her pussy overflow with cum was a real turn on.  But the big question I now have is “What Do I Tell My Husband about our Daughter”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

science I was the youngest where I work at 17 I was always picked on for being small and she would always try to grab my dick and I would never let her so one day while preparing a desert for a guest she cornered me in the back and made a grab for my dick.

instantly it got hard she started stroking it through my pant and telling me all that can't be yours you probably have a bottle or a banana in there.

so I took it out and show her eyes lit up and grew like saucers suddenly we heard someone coming I fix my self up and she told me she had to get a taste of what I got one of these days.

three weeks lair I got fired and we never got the chance.

about two months ago I was at the bank now at 18 and spotted her we began talking about the usual her husband, kid’s work things like that when she pulled me close and told me that she is still interested in what I got.

at first I had no idea what she was talking about until she lightly stroked my dick and I half jokingly told her that anytime she wanted it just call me.

two weeks later I was at my desk when the secretary called me and told me a lady name Lisa is here to see me so I went downstairs and saw her she told me she was in the mood for some lunch and came to get me to catch up on what has been going on.

as soon as we got to the car she started kissing me with our tongs wrestling each other and I instinctively went for her breast and lightly began massaging it her nipples became hard and stuck out like erasers.

whit the car windows being darkly tinted I wasn't worrying about us being see so I took my time sucking on her nipple as she moaned OHHH YESSSS DO IT JUST LIKE THAT.

my hands now roaming her body and my right one found her pussy under her dress I was stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed that she was not wearing any panties and she was smoothly shaved and soaking wet.

I slid two fingers in easy and told her to drive we crept along the high way as I kept her to the brink of orgasm with two fingers in her pussy and my thumb rubbing her clitt.

when we finally made it to the hotel where she rented a room we ordered room service and ran to our room.

as soon as we were at the door I ripped her clothe off leaving her naked in her high heels and pushed her to he knees as she took my dick in her mouth.

OOOHHH MAAAANNN I groaned as she swallowed me whole and tickled my balls with the tip of her tongue.

then her head started bobbing then all of the sudden she stopped looked at me and told me to face fuck her and don't hold back and I did just that.

every thing was silence except for the squishy sound of me fucking her trough out while spit and slime covered her chin and my balls.

we did this for about 15mins when I pulled her to her fee and dragged her to the bed. I laid her down started kissing her ran my tongue slowly down to her breast and sucked each until they became rock solid.

I traced my tongue to her belly button and twirled my tongue inside I then move to her tights where I lightly kissed up to he shaved pussy.

when I reached it I started teasing he blowing lightly on her clitt then I trace every part of he pussy with the tip of my tongue while making sure I don't touch her clitt \.

I kept that up until she finally cried out in agony “SHITT STOP TEASING ME AND EAT ME ALREADY.

with that I give her one lick from her asshole to her button when I reach it I suck on the little clit like I would a cock while I slid three fingers in her cunt.

she trashed around on the bed while I worked my magic now due to a sickness that almost took my life as a baby left a big crack in the middle of my tongue not nice to look at but feels wonderful so the girls say.

I took her clitt into the crack and started flexing my tongue this sent her over the edge as she arched her back eyes tightly closed and mouth wide open as she sent cum in my mouth like a fire hydrant.

   After watching her on Sunday's and seeing her after church with the youth groups we were often alone, cleaning up after one thing or another, a dance, a barbecue, or a tv party, sometimes completely alone at the church My wife suspected nothing, or so I let myself believe.Occasionally we would get a quick bite to eat between services and Sunday evening meetings.

   Easter weekend came, with egg hunts, and candyfests and the accompanying mess in the kitchen afterwards. My wife had decided to go away for the weekend and Sally and I went our separate ways after some chitchat while cleaning up. imagine my surprise and delight when she walked into the restaurant I had gone to for dinner . Coming over to my table she asked if I was interested in some company since her kids were at their father's for the weekend.She had changed clothes since church and was now wearing a very revealing halter top in stead of the demure dress she had been wearing for the egg hunt.Her slacks were skin tight, stretching across her ass like a second skin.

   "Sure, I was just having a sandwich and a glass of wine. Would you care to join me?"She sat and we picked up our conversation of earlier, enjoying each others company I had a second glass of wine while Sally had her first, but shortly she was catching up. then we had a third....

   " I was thinking of taking in a movie. Want to go?" She readily accepted, saying she was interested in some chick-flick that was making the rounds at the time. We entered the movie theatre a short while later, having taken my car. She had settled in very naturally, her hip rubbing against me on the drive. We went into the theater, choosing seats near the center.The lights went down, the opening credits rolled, the previews played across the screen and the sound sweeled. We became aware of the fact we were totally alone in the theater and she snuggled up against me, raising the armrest between us.

   "I'm cold" she said so I puit my arm around her. It was like we were 16 on our first date. Mere moments into the movie she asked me if I wanted to kiss her.

   "Fuck, yes."

   "Well........?"

   Her lips parted, I and I tasted her tongue on mine, felt the warmth of her breath, tasted the wine we had both been drinking. Her hand went to my cock as if reading my mind. I raised my hands to her tits. Moments later she was rubbing my cock through my jeansHer nipples were hard, her breath came in ragged gasps as I massaged her tits, letting one hand trail down the front of her halter to her stomach. She stopped rubbing my cock and firmly placed my hand on her pussy. Her pants were wet and hot. She leaned over, breaking our passionate kiss, unzipped my jeans and with on deft stroke, had my cock in her hand , then in her mouth. Her sucking and licking the head of my dick were the only things in my mind as the now meaningless images danced on the screen.

    "Let's go to my apartment........."The words had barely left her lips than we were leaving the movie to retire for the most serious evening of fucking I had had in nearly 15 years.As we entered the front door our clothes came off in a regular trail to the couch where the first fuck session ensued, my cock now nearly 8" long and hard as steel plowed into her.Her cunt was tight, hot , wet......everything I had dreamed of, everything anybody who wasn't blind or dead had seen and thought about in that church.I came in rush of cum, spurting nearly 10 times then collapsing as her cunt milked me dry.

   "Surely you don't think you're done yet, do you?" Frankly I hadn't gotten around to thinking much of anything, being so totally amazed that I had been kissing her, then feeling her up, then getting a blowjob( in the movies!!! Something my wife had never done)then actually fucking her.

   "Sally , I don't ever want to stop fucking you. I want to bury my cock in your cunt as often as you'll have me"Her ahnd went to my now flaccid dick, gently squeezing and working it back into action.

   "Now?" she asked, with a wink then a deep kiss. we moved from the couch to her bedroom where she set the light low, I lay there, thinking how incredible dinner had turned out to be. All the while she kept working at my cock, sucking me deep into her mouth, tehn positioned her pussy over my mouth. I tasted my cum and her delicate juices. As hard as a rock once again I began to position myself to enter her pussyfrom behind. Thinking I was going for her ass(not a bad idea, but one that hadn't occured to me.....yet) she squirmed her ass up higher.

    "Oh god, yes......I love it in the ass" she gasped, "fuck me in the ass......."Who was I to deny the poor girl her desires? Tight! Oh MY GOD!!!!I thought as I pumped into her hole she was going to wring my cock off as she sueezed down on it. The feelings were unbelievable.Several thrusts later she was cumming as my dick exploded in gushes of hot cum.

   We continued in that same manner for 2 days while her kids were out and my wife was out of town.

   "How was your weekend, honey?" my wife asked when she got home on Wednesday.

   "Oh, you know......nothing out of the ordinary..."

    Church has taken on a new meaning and interst for me now.

  after her depature (few seconds) i filled my last order, so with spare time on my hands i took out the trash.  on my way accross the back parking lot i noticed her getting in her car, a nice very expensive bmw.  after emptying the can, i stopped for a cigarette outside the back door.  she got out and started walking towards me.  she said "are you the cook here".

"yes ma'am" i replied

"were you running the kitchen by yourself?" she asked with curiosity

again i said "yes ma'am

she looked at me with suprise as she responded with "i see the waitresses stuffing lots of tips in there pockets, but not you. how about this."

she took me by the arm and led me toward her car while still talking.  "that was the best meal i have had in a long time, and you look like you work too hard"  she opened her purse, "here she said" 

"no ma'am, i couldnt possibly" i replied thinking she was going for money

"dont refuse till you see it" she spoke with a flirty voice

  she handed me a key on a nice keychain. the keychain had a gold tag about the size of a credit card.  ingraved on one side it said "tenth floor"  on the other side "28 C".

"what's this for" i asked acting a little dumbstruck

"this is a key to my houseboat, and i am offering it to you for the night. the engine isnt running but a night there is very relaxing. when you leave leave the key" 

  i pondered for a sec, im 25 single with nothing to do on a friday night.  "okay. why not" as i took the key she said  "enjoy the tip, you'll have a blast there"

   after work i made record time home for a change of cloathes and my sack of weed, and to the marina.  its about a hour ride on my bike, out in the sticks.  i arrived at almost 2:00, and started down to the dock. i had a hard time with the slip number, and after getting lost a couple of times arrives at my final destination for the evening

  it was five times bigger than my appartment, 2 stories, patio on the roof, plus its own waterslide.  i used the key, and slid the door open. it was like the hilton. i walked through a living area and kitchen on my way to the bar wich was fully stocked.  i poured a drink and went to the recliner drink and bottle in my hands.

after half a bottle of hennessee i was out cold, thinking of the absent lucious host.

  i woke as the sun was rising the mext morning, starving.  i walked to the porch for some air.  when i stepped out i was shocked.  where is the other boats?  where is the dock? where the fuck am i?  i said to my self  "how did i get lost on the lake when i didn't go anywhere."

  "I thought one nights rest was'nt enough, so how about two."

wasting no time i replied "cool, i was thinking about calling in today anyways."

   she was wearing a thin tan robe over her baithing suit that all i could see was a neckstrap that almost perfectly mached her tan.  she took me around the lake untill almost dark, when we were several miles away from anywhere, and far enough from shore we couldnt hardly see it. when asked about the engine, she smiled and changed the storyto herself and the boat.  she told about her workaholic husband who is cheating on her. how he owns a office building that has nine floors, so he does other meetings on the tenth floor (the boat).

just after dark she made a really nice dinner.  a large steak, with baked tater, and a cold beer in a large frosty mug.  she was spoiling the shit out of me. as i feasted on rare meat and beer, she went upstairs for a moment and returned soon there after. she promtly asked  "do you want desert?"  i replied "i dont think i have room" eating the last bites from the plate.

  "i think you can handle it"  as i turnet to see she was gone, her robe laying on the floor slightly drug towards the stairs.  i finished my bite wipeing my face as i started up the spiral staircase.   when i arrived on the second floor the back door was slid open a little. i stepped out to the dimly lit patio.  no one there, but hanging on the ladder to the sundeck was her baithing suit, so up i went.  finally, with no higher to go, here she is wearing only a smile.  she was layng on her belly. with a popsicle that she was teasing with her full wet lips.  my cock stood up so fast it almost knocked me over, taking the leg of my swim trunks with it.  the last 5 or 6 inches was sticking out going higher than my waste band to my navel.  she smiled when she seen it then licking her lips when she noticed i was'nt trying to cover it up.

  "arent you a little hot in those shorts, loose them and feel the night air."  wasting no time, and almost ready to spew a load i tore my way out of them as i got tangled in the net lining.  she giggled and purred like a cat.  her eyes got wide as she saw me in the full moonlight.  all 10 inches standing for inspection for her pleasure. she sighed in a sultry tone and said "this nice young man has sneaken a monster on board.  i have only seen cocks like that on black men on tv."  

   she stood and took my hand leading me to a large footon on the front side of the deck.  she sat me down gently pushing me on my back.  her hands were rubbing slowly and lightly across my chest as her tight breasts occasionaly grazing my cock.  when she worked her way down, keeping eye contact, she whispered "it has been over a year since my husband has touched me, and i cant remember the last time i let him go without a condom. he does them sluts without protection.  i want it like that but not from him"   just then she embraaced the head of my cock and started stroking softly.  i couldnt hold back. berore warning i squirted a huge shot that splattered between her silky tits and splattering on her jaw. she pointed my cock at her chest straddling one of my legs. on the third shot, she moaned loud as i felt her pussy squirt on my legg like she just pissed on me.  

    she rubbed my jizz over her titsas she strolled over to the edge.  "cum this way" as she dove in the water, with me close behind.  she swam to the ladder climbed up, and said (i'll meet you in the master bedroom, then ran inside.

   as i went through i grabbed two large brandi nightcaps.  in a moment, i was sitting on a large sofa in the bedroom in front of a fireplace.  from the bathroom i heard her say,  "turn off the fire and the lights."   when i did it was pitch black.  i heard her footsteps on the carpet as she entered the room.  suddenly four blacklights, one in each corner, light up and her skin was glowing.  she was wearing neon pink fishnet stockings, garter belt, and thong panties undernieth a nearly transparent skin thght nightie.  she whispered "i want you to fuck me like a trashy little cum slut. anything you want, use me like a piece of meat."

    she stood on the sofa straddling me. she pushed her crotch to my nose grinding her hips. i reached up stroking her thigh, her sweet juices dribbling down her leggs.  she slid down my chest straddling my lap.  her breathing was heavy and she was quivering so hard she was her own vibrator.  she started grinding her hips on my throbbing cock.  she started moaning as her lips reached around the shaft of my cock. i was stroking her breasts, and she began to buck furiously as she came in a flood.  i felt a hot wave of her nectar splash in my lap running down and pooling under my ass.  she whispered "it feels like humping a wine bottle" 

   "so this is how you treat a piece of meat"  she asked.  with that i grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while chewing on her neck.  with one motion i grabbed her ankle and flipped her onto the floor.  she landed hard, with a giggle she replied "oh yes hurt me daddy".  i jumped on her like a savage. i couldnt stand it any more.  we kissed slopily slobbing all over one another. 

  i picked her up very forcefully, and slammed her down on the coffee table. then rolled her on her stomace, holding her arms behind her back.  i positioned my dick (now swolen as big as the big end of a ball bat) in her face  "open your fucking mouth bitch"  sheparted her lips and i forced my cock in her throat, and began brutally fucking her mouth.  i rolled her over on her back and continued fucking her mouth as i pulled her thick tight leggs back pinning her leggs while holding her wrists.  she gagged and choked, but i never slowed down.  she passed out and her throat relaxed.  with one last violent thrust i ramed my pole balls deep as i came like a river while sucking her pussy. when i came she woke and squirted buckets, while choking on my cock.

when i pulled out my boner was still raging, round 2 was on.  i lifted and threw her on the bed. i ripped off all her slut wear  except stockings and garter.  she struggled against me as i rolled her to her stomoch forcing a large pillow under her hips.  "are you ready to become a cum dripping trailer slut"  "be gentle your so big"  she cried as i slid the tip in her pussyhaving to force it in. she was sloppy wet but nothing nearly this big ever went there before.  i forced the tip in as she cried in pain and pleasure at the same time.  after the head i violently rammed all the rest in til it bottomed out in her womb with almost half left to go.  she screamed like it was her first time as she gushed her juice out around my cock.  i started fucking her slowly ramming her harder and harder goimg deeper and deeper with every violent thrust untill i was all in. she started to relax and enjoy the feeling of my monster cock destroying her deprived pussy.  i started hammering harder and faster with long deep strokes. she reached back and pulled her cheeks wide and pushed her hips out to open herself to me.  "yes ohh ohh fuck me destroy my cunt.  tear it apart.  i want my husband to think a horse has been in here. make it loose for his little dick fuck it its you cunt fuck me daddy"  she was thrashing violently bucking like a horse being raped.

  i fucked raped and demolished her pussy for three hours before suprising her.  i was pulling all the way out and stabbing back in when i pulled back and stabbed my cock balls deep in her unsuspecting virgin asshole.  she screamed like she was shot and passed out. she was out for about four minutes.  while she was unconcious i brutally fucked that tight ass and slid the neck of a wine bottle in her ass with my cock untill i felt it tear. i removed the bottle, and kept fucking her destructed ass. when she woke with a scream i asked, "your asshole  is as loose as a dirty trailer whores giant pussy."  "ohh god your tearing me in half.  i love it!  do that to my cunt. my husband thinks it is his but make it fit you."   i pulled out and rolled her over to her back she stretched her leggs apart and put her feet behind her head.  "stab me with that horse cock fuck me like you are raping a whore"  i fucked her with all i had for what seemed like forever tied like a prezel and not getting any looser.  at almost daylight she was so weak she couldnt move. and i was ready to blow.  "where do you want me to cum?"  "cum inside me make all of it go deep. i have never felt cum inside me  make it leak out of my eyes"

  with all the striength i had left i ramrodded her like a dirty fucktube wile she screamed  "fill me cum cum cum ohhhh make my sore cunt a jizz bag OHHHHHHHHHH"  and boy did i.  with one last stab i bottomed out in her still tight pussy, and let my seed fly.  "FIRE IT FUCKING BURNS" i pumped her full with enough to drown her. i gently pulled out and a stream flowed out of her beaten cunt.  i laid on the bed and fell asleep. 

   when i woke a few hourslater she had gone downstairs.  she was using a pair of crutches and wearing a towell like a diaper.  she looked like holy hell.  her titties were solid bruses with bite marks all over her body.  her pussy and thighs were purple while her asshole was tore so bad she couldnt completely stop the bleeding.  despite the hard ride, she was glowing with fulfillment. 

she greeted me with "what do you say to the married woman"

"i duno. what"

"happy annaversary"

  when we returned to shore she said "this really is your pussy. ill come by for breakfast really soon"  then we can do it again.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

made it all up

  let me know how i did

Finally, he leaves. It’s a little past 8:30 PM and you thought he would never walk out the door. Your son is spending the night with one of his school friends so you’ve got the whole house to yourself. You sigh a breath of relief as it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You’ve been planning this night all week. The house is clean, everyone is gone and you start running a tub full of hot bubbly water to soak in . Along side the tub you’ve placed a number of scented candles that you’ve been hiding from your husband for several days now. Next to the tub you’ve placed a book that you’ve been dying to read based on the suggestions of a female friend. You run to the front door to make sure it’s locked and to peak out the window just to make sure your husband did not forget anything and may be on his way back to the house. Yes, the coast is clear. You take the phone off the hook and proceed to make your way to the bedroom and undress.

You step out of your clothes which happens to be an old ratty sweat suit. No need in giving your husband the impressions that you’ve got plans. Slowly you pull the sweatshirt over your head and underneath you’ve got on your favorite Victoria’s Secret satin bra that you’ve been saving for such a special occasion. The way it hugs and shapes your breasts are unbelievable. Next you step out of the sweatpants to reveal a matching pair of panties. Standing there looking at yourself in the mirror you begin to admire your body and how sexy you look. Thinking to yourself that childbirth hasn’t been that bad on your body. Wishing you had someone to share it with, even though you’ve never seriously thought about cheating on your husband but the thought has crossed your mind. You run your hands over the material of the bra and it feels so soft. While your right hand is caressing your breasts the left hand manages to make it’s way down to your panties. Inside you slip a finger right under the elastic waistband and then another finger until your entire hand is inside. The sensation is enough to cause you to close your eyes and you drift off into a state of euphoria. While continuing to massage your breasts you notice that your nipples have become stiff and erect. WOW, a feeling you haven’t experienced in quite a while. You pinch them and become totally aroused. But what do you do about it? Nothing, but you can’t stop yourself because it feels so good. The hand in your panties ventures closer and closer to your cleanly shaven pussy. Although there’s been no sex between you and your man you still like to keep things nice and neat. As your fingers reach what they’ve been searching for and you can’t help but notice how wet you are. Your middle finger begins to lightly touch your clit and the pleasure you feel is enough to make your knees buckle a little. After bracing yourself on the dresser you begin to stick one, two and then three fingers inside your pussy. You would have never imagined that you could be so turned on all by yourself. Just then you think, your tub is waiting. And there’s no sense in continuing simply because there’s no one there with you. You come back to reality and put on your robe and make your way to the bathroom. The candles are lit and the aroma of vanilla and jasmine fill the air. The lights are off and the only illumination in your bathroom are from the candles.

Slowly you let the robe slide off your shoulders and finally falling to the floor. You remove your bra and panties and finally step over into the tub. The water is hot but not too hot to where you can’t stand it. Before you sit down you again run your fingers across your moist pussy and notice your are still aroused. At this point you become a little upset because although you are all alone you wish there was someone there to share this feeling with. Lowering yourself down into the tub and finally coming to rest on the back side of the sloped tub you release the biggest breath of air as you finally feel at one with yourself and the world. You can’t imagine being anywhere else but there at the moment. About 15 minutes later you finally open your eyes and pick up your book and start reading. Page after page you find yourself being captivated by the title character who you find out is a lot like you. In a loveless relationship with a man who constantly takes her for granted. A woman who was pressured into marriage due to the fact that in their small town he was the high school football quarterback and she was the head cheerleader and everyone just assumed they’d end up together. But what they don’t know is that he is a physically and emotionally abusive guy. On the outside he was everyone’s hero. The clean cut, all American boy. But behind closed doors he was an alcoholic who would constantly drive to the next town to the local strip club where no one knew him only to come home drunk and with the smell of another woman on his clothes. Drunk and full of himself he begins to push his wife around and beat her until he passes out. You sit there reading and thinking to yourself, “I wish my husband would come home and think he’s gonna put his hands on me!” As serious as that sounds you can’t help but laugh. Laying the book down on the floor you close your eyes again and begin to massage the warmth of the water into your legs and thighs. “Oh, that feels good!” Suddenly your mind goes back to when you were in the bedroom all alone and the feelings you were getting playing with yourself. Again, you start to massage your clit under the water and, yes, again those feelings return. You can’t help but finger yourself because it feels so damn good. The longer you play with your clit the better it feels. Again, one, two and three fingers travel in and out of your pussy until you feel something stirring in the lower part of your stomach. It’s been a while since you’ve felt that feeling and you want it to last forever. The longer you touch yourself the stronger the feelings get. Until finally you reach the brink of no return. Your back arches and you splash water all over the place managing to put out a few of the candles. You cum in one massive wave after another. Your whole body is shaking and quivering as you finally relax and come back to earth only to find yourself alone again. Looking over at the clock on the wall you notice that it’s a little past 10:30 PM and getting late. Thinking to yourself, “that was fun and I really needed that,” you step out of the tub and begin to clean up. You figure you had better put the phone back on the hook simply because your son usually calls and says good night when he’s with his friends. Although he’s 11 and a growing young man he’s still a little bit of a momma’s boy. But you find that character precious about him. The minute you lay the phone on the cradle it rings and you pick it up thinking it’s your little man. “Hello baby” is all you get out when all of a sudden you hear the familiar voice of one of your girlfriends. “Girl, we’ve been trying to get in touch with you all night!” “What do you mean”, you reply. “Well, since the guys are out and doing their thang we figured why are they the only ones to have some fun.” All the wives and girlfriends of the boys have banded together and decided to make this a girl’s night out. You know, go get some dinner, hit a bar or two and have some laughs. You figure, what else do you have to do. You’re sexually charged and the sitting at home alone isn’t helping you any. “Ok, pick me up in about an hour.” You rush to put on some clothes, get your hair done and throw on a little makeup. You look absolutely stunning only to have had 1 hour to get ready. You again admire yourself in the mirror. Standing there is a tight little mini skirt that your husband likes to see you in but given the current situation you haven’t worn it in a while. It always fit your ass the right way. You’ve got on a form fitting bra that seems to push your breasts up a little higher making them stand at attention to any man looking. Over top of that you find one of your flowered print blouses and leaves a few of the top buttons undone to show off a little more cleavage than usual. You finish it off with a cute little pair of earrings a bracelet and a gold necklace. You look down at your hands and notice your wedding set. Do you wear them or not? Questions, decisions, what do you do? You figure to yourself that this is probably gonna be the last time you get to act like a single woman so you take them off and lay them on the dresser. After that you slip on a pair of 4 inch heels that really make your ass stick out. You think to yourself that you look like a hooker out on the prowl but at this point you don’t really give a damn. Tonight is all about you.

About 20 minutes later the doorbell rings and when you open it you find five of your friends laughing and giggling. They’ve had a few drinks and are feeling the affects already. One of them looks at you and says, “damn girl, if I wasn’t straight I’d do you myself.” “Let’s go” another one yells. So all of you pile into the SUV and head out. First stop was to the local eatery where you all throw back a few drinks and a nice meal. Laughing it up and having a good time none of you notice that you all have consumed 4 bottles of cheap wine, quite a few mixed drinks and yes, a few shots of tequila. But the massive meal has delayed the affects of the alcohol for the moment. One of the girls mentions that she’s heard of a new night spot across town and thought it would be cool to go. It’s ladies night so girls get in free all night. Looking down at your watch you notice that it’s a little past 1 AM. The night is still young. All of a sudden you get a call on your cell. You look down and it’s your husband. Not wanting him to know you’re out with the girls you don’t answer it. You check his message a few minutes later and he says that he and the boys won’t be coming home until they get their friend on the plane. Just based on earlier conversation with him you know that his plane doesn’t leave until 11:35 AM. You figure you’ve got it made. A night out on the town and away from him. What else could make this night any better? As you make your way to the club your friends start asking you how you and your man were doing. You tell them things are not going so well. And that the two of you are basically like roommates living in a loveless home. Just then one of your friends speaks up. Yes, the slutty one in the group. Every group has one. She looks at you and says, “girl, we’ve gotta get you some dick before the night is over!” You turn to her and say, “naw, that’s okay.” Knowing that you took care of that before you left the house. Everyone in the truck begins to laugh and giggle. Finally you pull up in front of the club and everyone piles out. Barely able to stand up straight and leaning onto each other you walk up to the door and the bouncer says, “Welcome to Club Rain ladies, come right on in.” Inside you walk into the hippest new hot spot to hit town. Around you see a sea of people ranging from 21 on up. And there are quite a few guys in the place, just ripe for the picking. Looking over the crowd you think to yourself, “I’m a married woman and I shouldn’t be here.” It doesn’t matter that you took your rings off, you’re still married in the eyes of God. You look at one of your friends and tell her you think that the alcohol is starting to take an affect on you and you think you need to go on home. Even though the girls all want you to stay you persuade them and they reluctantly let you leave. The one girl who’s driving offers to take you home but you decline saying you’ll catch a cab and that you’ll be alright. You don’t want to spoil the rest of their night. As you’re leaving someone bumps into you and spills a little of their drink on your arm. Over the music you hear a faint voice say, “excuse me, did I spill my drink on you?” Looking up and finally coming face to face, eye to eye with this stranger you notice that it’s not a stranger at all. But someone from your past. “Randy, is that you?” I haven’t seen you in some years. Yes, it was him, Randy, the guy who had the biggest crush on you every since you two were little. People just always thought the two of you would end up together. He always told you how he felt but you kept putting him off. Was it fear that kept you from crossing that line or did your feelings for him run deeper than you were willing to admit? Either way, there he was. Standing right there in the flesh. He answers, “Tina, I can’t believe my eyes. “What are you doing here?” You tell him you and some of the girls were out on the town and you started to get tired and decided to head on home. Randy replies, “can I offer you a ride? I’ve got my car out in the parking lot. I was getting ready to go anyway. Either the girls in here are too young or they’ve already got 5 or 6 guys chasing after them.” This wasn’t really his scene either so the two of you head out towards his car.

On the drive home the two of you start to reminisce about your younger days. While the two of you are laughing and having a good ole conversation suddenly he gets quiet. You don’t notice because you’re talking through the alcohol. Suddenly he turns to you and says, “what happened between us?” You look at him with a puzzled look on your face. What do you mean, you ask? Randy replies, “I mean, what happened between us? How much more plainly can I put it?” Randy says that he really had strong feelings for you and that he’s always hoped and prayed that you would one day give him a shot to make you happy, but last he heard you were getting married. At that point he gave up hope of ever being with you. Running into you tonight was a chance coincidence but one that he was not willing to let go of. Not this time. Not again. He looks down at your hand and notices that you’re not wearing a ring. Suddenly he’s got a glimmer of hope and asks you what happened. Not remembering you had taken off your ring you tell him that the two of you were still together and doing so so. “But you’re not wearing a ring”, he says to you. “Oh, that”, you tell him that your husband is out with his friends and you decided to pretend you were still single. He asks you how’s it going so far? You answer him, “not so good.” “I’ve spent the last 4 hours with a bunch of horny drunk girls and now I’m on my way home.” As the two of you pull up in the driveway to your house it’s about 4 AM but not wanting to go to bed just yet you throw caution to the wind and say, “you wanna come in for a cup of coffee or something?” Suddenly, there’s a knot in your throat because you can’t believe that you just used that line on him. He’s gonna think you’re now trying to pick him up like one of those lonely guys back at the club when the DJ announces “last call.“ Randy looks at you and says, “Won’t your husband mind a strange man sitting in his house?” Knowing that you really don’t care you tell him your husband won’t be home until around noon. Into the house you go. As you approach the door you fumble with your keys. Nervous like a giddy school girl trying to sneak in after she broke curfew hoping your parents don‘t hear you sneaking in.

The house is dark as you try to find the light switch. Finally finding it you offer him a seat while you go in the kitchen and make the coffee. When you reach the coffee maker you remember that you haven’t gone shopping yet and are completely out of coffee. You return to the living to deliver the bad news only to find Randy standing at your wall of pictures. There’s one of your parents, several of your brothers and sisters, other family members and friends. But the one he’s looking at is the large portrait of you in your wedding dress. He turns and tells you how pretty you looked and how you haven’t changed a bit. You return his gracious compliment with a thank you and the two of you sit down on the sofa. He’s on one end and you’re on the other. For the next 45 minutes there’s a nice little back and forth conversation. You tell him about your life and how you’ve pretty much become a home body. And that your life now revolves around your son and your home. Not as much your husband though. If he’s not in the house watching some lame ass sporting event on TV then he’s outside washing and wiping down his metallic blue Dodge Magnum. That car he spends more time with than his wife. Randy tells you about his past. From one failed relationship after another. Endless relationships that never seem to go anywhere. Some were gold digging women only out for money and others were women looking for their next baby daddy. But all in all Randy was happy with how his life has turned out. He still says that he loves and misses you but now that you’re married he focused his attention elsewhere and finally came to terms that you just didn’t want him in that way. After a few more stories and a few more laughs Randy says, “well, it’s getting late I’d better be leaving.” What do you do? You’re hoping he’ll do something. Make a move! Any move! At this point you want to tell him you too have feelings for him but you don’t want to lead him on because you’re still a married woman. You’ve always felt for Randy but the timing was never right. When you were single he had someone and when he was single you was spoken for. Do you let him slip out of your life again without knowing what it could be like or do you do something? As you both stand and head towards the door Randy turns around and tells you how nice it was to see you again and how much fun it was to catch up with you. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek and he lays the softest peck on the right side of your face. You close your eyes and all you can smell is the soft scent of his cologne. One of your favorites. Curve! You throw your arms around him and hold him for what seems like an eternity but in all actuality is just a few seconds. As his lips leave your face you try to find the courage to tell him to stay, please don’t go. But nothing comes out. Tears start to well up in your eyes and all he can do is stand there with a concerned look on his face. He asks you what’s wrong and you tell him, “nothing.” Randy says that he’s been knowing you all his life and you’re not getting off that easy. He asks you again and you finally break down. You tell him that your marriage is all but over. Your husband hasn’t touched you in months and when he does it’s only for his pleasure. He doesn’t care about your needs. Only his. Randy is faced with the biggest dilemma of his life. On one hand he could resist you and force you to honor your marriage vows, for better or worst. Or he could throw caution to the wind and finally do what he’s been wanting to do all his life, make love to you!

While still holding him in your arms you look up at Randy and say, “I need you to make love to me like you’ve always wanted to.” Randy is floored but by the time he has a chance to say anything you plant your luscious lips onto his and something happens. Before you know it Randy is passionately kissing you back like never before. His hands running up and down your back while yours are caressing the back of his head. Both of your tongues are fighting for position in each other’s mouth like a one on one basketball game. The longer you kiss the hotter things are becoming. Randy reaches down and scoops you up into his arms like a groom carrying his wife across the threshold on their wedding night. Finally reaching your bedroom he gently lays you down on the bed. He doesn’t turn on the lights and the only light coming in is from the moon high above. It’s a clear night and there’s a warm breeze blowing through the open window. He can’t help but notice the tears still streaming down you face. Doing so, he leans over and kisses you on your cheek again, tasting the moist saline solution that consumes your face. You look up and him and he down at you and all he says is, “don’t worry, I’m here for you and only you.” Looking down your body he notices the buttons on your tight blouse are straining to be undone. Beneath that he eyes the most perfect pair of breasts he thinks he’s ever laid his eyes upon. He then goes back to kissing your cheek and then on down to your ear lobe and then your neck. You quiver as every time he touches you sends chills down your spine. Not wanting to stop you look up at him and whisper, “don’t rush, my husband won’t be home for hours.” With those reassuring words he slowly begins to unbutton your blouse. He uses one hand to brace himself slightly over you while the other explores your neck then your cleavage. Lightly outlining the form that has been created by your bra. Slowly he releases one button after another until finally your shirt is completely open and just a faint memory to what use to be covering your breasts. Not wanting to completely remove it just yet he gets off the bed and grabs your hands and pulls you closer to him. Your legs are weak but some how you manage to stand on your own. Randy is looking deep into your eyes and he tells you that all his life he’s dreamed of this very moment. The day he gets to undress you and no one is there to stop him. He reaches up and begins to pull your blouse off of your shoulders. Randy tells you that he wish he would have made a move the one and only night he spent with you several years ago. Maybe your life would have turned out differently. But he was afraid of rejection at the time. He looks up at you again just to make sure you haven’t changed your mind. The look in your eyes is his green light to proceed. Like a feather in the wind the silky blouse gracefully falls to the floor. There you stand in nothing but your tight little mini skirt and your bra that’s fighting to restrain your luscious breasts. He begin to kiss and nibble on your breasts not yet exposing what he’s so long dreamt of . With every touch on your body you arch your back that much more pushing your breasts into the material of his shirt. Then again he gives you one of the best kisses of your life. Towering over you he feels the soft touch of your lower back then gradually making his way upward. You know what he’s looking for. Jackpot! He reaches the tiny metal clasp that’s holding your bra in place. Being a guy he’s had a lot of practice with this part. He reaches behind with his right hand and gently unhooks your bra. You feel the release of pressure on your breasts and a slight rush of air escapes your lips. With his finger he tucks it under the strap on your right shoulder. Slowly he moves it over your shoulder then the next. Until your bra is able to fall on its own. Again, to the floor to meet the blouse. There you stand, all exposed to him and what seems like the world. No one else has seen your naked body except your husband in years. Funny thing is that he has still not looked away from your eyes. Finally he takes a deep breath and looks down. What can only be described as one of the seven wonders of the natural world he takes his hands and works his way up your side then around to the front where he finally comes in contact with your breasts. Cupping them in his hands he begins to massage them and fondling your nipples. The sensation you are getting from his actions and sending electric pulses throughout your entire body. You can hardly stand it. You momentarily black out from the pre-game pleasure. Next thing you know he’s working on the belt to your mini skirt. With one swift motion he manages to get it unbuckled and your skirt unzipped. He kneels down to his knees and looks up at you. He tugs on one side then the other until your skirt has made its way past your nice round booty. He takes a deep sniff as he can smell the scent coming from your pussy. It smells like heaven to him and he can hardly stand it. Slowly, Randy begins to kiss down your stomach until he reaches the top of your silk and lace panties. This time he uses his teeth to remove them. They’re moist and damp and he can taste you in them. His hands now cup your ass and he squeezes each cheek like he’s kneading bread dough. You grab his head as he begins to kiss up your thigh. For some reason he stops and pays more attention to that birth mark on your leg. You know the one. Shortly there after he begins his ascent upwards until he finally reaches what he’s been wanting for all night long. Your pussy is so wet until it’s actually dripping and aching for attention. One drop hits his chin and in an effort to not waste another drop he spreads your legs and moves under you like a mechanic changing the oil on a finely tuned sports car. With delicate hands he works to give you as much pleasure as possible. Your eyes are closed and your head is now tilted skyward. You’ve managed to lean back on the dresser. Yes, the same dresser that began your night of pleasure. You think to yourself that this is wrong, this is so wrong but it feels so right. Randy now dives in. His tongue licks your dripping wet pussy from front to back. He licks like there’s no end in site. It’s like the only oasis in a desert and he’s drinking up as much of the liquid as possible. Massaging your clit with his tongue causes you to moan loudly. You never thought something so wrong could ever feel so right. He continues to lick you until you can’t take it any longer. You start getting that strange feeling again in your lower stomach that you had earlier in the night. You know what’s gonna happen next. Randy keeps licking as you brace yourself and then you explode in what seems like the largest orgasm you’ve ever had. Not even your husband has made you feel this good. Even during the good days of the marriage. He licks up every drop. You begin to cry again but this time it’s tears of joy. Looking up Randy sees you in a state of total bliss.

After about a minute or two you look down at Randy and say to him, “thank you, not it’s my turn.” Now, it’s time to return the favor. As Randy stands up you begin to get a hold of his shirt and pull it apart like some B rated movie. Buttons are flying everywhere but he doesn’t care. You expose his chest which isn’t nice and chiseled like most guys but what do you care. You and Randy never were the super model types. In his eyes you could be a runway model and in yours, he could be in a fireman’s calendar. Thinking of this sort of makes you laugh because you see the humor in it. You run your hands across his hairy chest and kiss him with every thing you’ve got. Then you begin to unbuckle his pants. As they fall to the floor you can’t help but notice the massive tent that has been formed inside his boxers. His dick is fighting to be released so you help him out. Slowly you pull the material down to finally reveal what you yourself have been longing to see. Randy’s dick! It’s beautiful. Unlike your husband’s it’s got form and shape to it. Massive veins running along its length from base to tip. And a slight ooze of precum is now beginning to erupt from the top like a volcano ready to blow. You lean over and with your tongue you lick the tip of his dick and taste his fluid. Sweet yet salty. But you don’t care. It tastes like honey to you. You open your mouth wider and wider as your take him inside your succulent lips. Up and down sucking his dick like a popsicle on a hot summers day. You go so deep that at one point you actually try to swallow it. Randy has closed his eyes and he tells you that this is the best blow job he’s ever gotten. Your tongue feels like velvet on his sensitive dick. The only time you take it out of your mouth is to lick the underside of his penis and then on down to his balls. Taking each one into your mouth you make Randy moan with pleasure. Again you work your way back up to his throbbing penis and with your hands you slowly begin to jack his dick. Randy places his hands on your head and by running his fingers through your hair he tells you that if you keep that up you’re gonna make him cum. You haven’t been this aroused in years so his statement is like music to your ears. Randy tells you again but you don’t heed his warning. Then all of a sudden you feel his legs clinch and go stiff. His hands are now holding your head down so far on his dick until it feels like the head of it is inside your throat. You feel him twitch and then jerk. And then it happens. He releases a massive load of hot sticky cum in the back of your throat. Shot after shot pulsates through the shaft of his dick and escapes inside your mouth. The one thing you’ve never done is swallow another man’s cum but this time is different. You gulp down what seems like a gallon of his cum. Only a small dribble makes its way out of your mouth and down your lips. Randy still has his eyes closed when you release your grip on his penis and you slowly crawl up onto him. The two of you eye each other and as one final gesture you lick your lips to make sure you get every drop. Showing him how much you appreciate his gift.

You collapse on top of him and that’s where you both lay for a while. You, still feeling the after shocks of your orgasm and him trying to recover from his. He’s got his arms wrapped around you and you’ve got your head relaxing on his chest and all the while you’re playing with his dick. Suddenly you feel it twitch and slowly but surely it springs back to life. You think to yourself, “good, time for round three!” Round one was for me. Round two was for him. And now round three will be an all out battle. It’s time you did what you’ve been waiting to do all your life. Continuing to play with his dick it seems to be harder than before. Randy is laying there thinking to himself that this must be heaven. To have the woman of his dreams laying next to him, naked as the day she was born, playing with his dick. Suddenly the bed moves and all of a sudden Randy opens his eyes to see that Tina has now straddled him. She’s come to rest on his legs and all the while looking dead into Randy’s eyes still playing with his now rigid member. He knows what’s coming next. You slowly lift yourself up and place one hand on his chest for balance you take the other one and position his dick right at the entrance to your sopping wet pussy. Gradually you lower yourself and as his dick makes contact with your pussy you left out a slight moan. You can’t take it anymore so you let yourself go and impale yourself on his dick. It’s like you are a virgin all over again. You pussy is so tight simply because it’s seen little action over the past year or so. Again, when you and your husband have sex it’s over so soon after it begins. You’re breathless and stop moving so you can adjust to this oh so foreign object that is now giving you extreme pleasure. Randy’s hands are on your hips and you can feel his penis throbbing inside you. You readjust yourself and he hits one wall . You try to shift again and he hit’s the other wall. “Oh my God, this feels so good! Why didn’t I do this years ago?” You think to yourself. The two of you begin to move in motion. You raise yourself slightly off his penis then again impale yourself onto it but never once loosing complete contact with him. He’s meeting you on every down stroke with an equally matched up thrust. Randy is thinking to himself that your pussy is making his dick feel like it’s being wrapped in the finest silk in China. That’s just how smooth everything is. His eyes open and the vision of you riding him is incredible. He reaches up and begins playing with your breasts which are bouncing with every motion. Taking your nipples between his fingers you are loving the sensations he’s sending through your body. You lean over and begin kissing him passionately all the while still riding his dick like a cowgirl at a rodeo. You haven’t been made love to like this since before your wedding and this is something you don’t want to end. Breaking the kiss Randy rolls you over so that you’re now flat on your stomach and he’s got the perfect vision of your nicely shaped ass. He grabs your hips and pulls you up on your knees. You know what’s next. It just so happen that being fucked from behind is one of your favorite positions. With one hand on your ass he guides his dick again into your pussy. Your back arches as he begins to slowly and methodically fuck you from behind. Your eyes are closed and all you can think about is one stroke after another this man is taking you to places you’ve never been before. You begin to play with your clit as Randy picks up the pace. Randy continues his assault on you for what seems like 30 minutes until you feel something happening. That strange feeling is starting to come back. But this time it’s different. You’ve masturbated before alone at night and even in the shower but for some strange reason this one seems like the mother of them all. You can tell Randy is close to cumming too because his breathing has become erratic and his strokes are now uncontrollable jerks. But never the less he’s made a promise to himself that he won’t cum until you do. You scream that you are about to cum and that seems to be the fuel on the fire that Randy has been looking for. Now, he’s pounding you with everything he’s got. You can’t stand it. For some strange reason you begin to think to yourself that if your husband could see you now then he’d know how a real man makes love to a woman. Closer and closer you are getting to releasing your juices all over Randy’s dick then you hear him say that he’s about to cum too. He tells you he’s gonna pull out and you scream at him to stay inside you. You want to feel his dick empty itself inside you. Than it happens. You cum in what could be the biggest orgasm of your adult life. All you can do is scream. A scream that can only be rivaled by some B listed actress in a second rate horror flick. At that very moment Randy grabs both your hips and shoots his load deep inside your womb. You feel every spurt and it’s just enough to keep your orgasm going as well. Randy grunts again as another shot of cum leaves his still throbbing dick. As both of your orgasms subside the two of you fall to the bed totally exhausted and dripping with sweat. That was the best fuck of your life and all you can do is sleep. You lay there spooned right next to Randy with his dick still inside you. His arms wrapped tightly around you and you in total bliss as you’ve just been made love to by someone who truly loves you. As you lay there you can feel his cum mixed with yours slowly leaking out of your well fucked pussy. Then you remember that you are not on any birth control and Randy didn’t use a condom. What if you get pregnant? How are you gonna explain that one? At this point you don’t care. Right now you wouldn’t mind carrying Randy’s love child. Then the both of you fall asleep.

Several hours later you wake up with Randy’s arms still wrapped around you. You’ve got a smile on your face like never before. The sunlight is flooding through the window and the birds are chirping outside your window like a scene right out of a Disney movie. Suddenly it hits you. You jump up startled and frantic. “What time is it?” Randy manages to open his eyes long enough to look at his watch. He mumbles to you 11:45. You race to your feet and tell him that your husband is on his way home and that he’s gotta go, now! Randy quickly grabs his clothes and gets dressed. You put on your bath robe and rip the sheets off the bed not wanting your husband to get the slightest hint that you just had sex with another man on the same bed he sleeps on. Randy makes his way to the back door because you tell him that you’ve got nosey neighbors and they might see you walking out the front door. Your driveway is hidden by a number of bushes and small trees. He can get out without anyone ever noticing he was at your house. But before he leaves Randy turns to you and gives you one last kiss. Not as passionate as those during your love making but just enough. He tells you that when ever you need him you know how to reach him. He slips his business card in your hand and on the back is his cell number. You want to cry but can’t. Funny thing is that when you look up at Randy he’s got a tear flowing down his face. He again tells you that he loves you and assures you that what happened last night will remain between the two of you. He knows that he can’t have you all to himself but he’s so grateful to have had you for one night. If the world were to end today he’d die a happy man. He looks you dead in your eyes and says, “I love you Tina.”

After one last embrace the two of you part ways. Randy goes to his car and as you hear the engine start up you shut the door then look out the window as he backs out of the driveway. You sit down at the kitchen table and rest your head in your hands. This time you cry. All you can say is, “I love you too Randy.”

As Randy drives away he turns on the radio in his car and finds some mindless radio station to listen too. Funny thing is that the first song he hears is “As We Lay” by Shirley Murdock. He starts to chuckle and continues down the road. About a block or two from Tina’s house he notices a car coming over the horizon. As he gets closer he realizes it a metallic blue Dodge Magnum. The very same Dodge Magnum Tina told him her husband has. Never really meeting Tina’s husband he slows up and looks out the window. As he approaches the Dodge the driver looks back at him as well. It’s Tina’s husband. Randy recognizes him from several pictures that were back at the house. They make eye contact and you give him the customary head nod which he politely returns not knowing that you just made love to his wife all night long. Randy rides off like a man who’s holding the only winning ticket in the mega-million dollar lottery. But is this the end for him and Tina? Only time will tell.