This is a true story about my neighbors wife Gail. My neighbor worked offshore and would be gone for a month at a time. My neighbors wife would never leave home unless she would go to the store. She was friendly but didn’t have any friends that would come over. I don’t know if Ted my neighbor told her he didn’t want anyone over while he was working or what. It wasn’t my business so I didn’t ask.

My neighbors wife was a fox though, she was built like the old Brick Shit house if you know what I mean. My neighbor had a pool in his back yard but had a privacy fence. One day, I was walking around my back yard and could hear her singing. There was a hole in the fence so I peaked through. Man, there she was in her bikini getting some sun. This girl was fine, she was about 5’10″ with long red hair, nice tits and a onion ass. If you don’t know what a onion ass is, I’ll tell you. A onion ass is one of those asses so fine, tears comes to your eyes when you look at it.

Well, I stayed by the fence looking through the hole at her. Man the more I would look, the harder I would get. Finally after a while, she sat up and took her top off. I have to say, that she had the finest tits and the biggest nipples I have ever seen. This girl was hot. I thought my cock was going to burst out of my pants.

Gail then sat up and started rubbing lotion all over her body, including those tits. I guess if my dick would have reached the hole I was looking through, I would have fucked it. I just couldn’t stand it any more. I pulled my dick out and jacked off right there on the fence.

I noticed the whole time she was laying out, she kept fixing her a mixed drink. My neighbors did drink a lot. I finally went inside because my eyes were about to pop out of my head from peaking through the hole. I started taking a shower and was thinking about her laying there with those beautiful tits and them big hard ass nipples poking out, my dick got rock hard. I just had to pull on it again. After the shower, I decided to go back outside to see if she was still there.

I peaked through the hole but found that she wasn’t in the same spot. I kept searching around and saw that she had moved to her deck in the shade. I could see the bottle of Crown Royle sitting on the table next to her and it was almost empty. She was laying on the lounge chair with her hand hanging down with the glass still in it. I could also see that she had taken her bottoms off and was completely naked. From the way she was in the chair, it appears that she passed out. I could see that hot ass body on that chair and her tits rising and falling as she breathed. Man, My dick was so hard I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to get a closer look. I figured what the hell, I walked up to the back gate and grabbed the handle. I pushed on the handle. I almost passed out when I found out it was not locked.

I opened the gate very slow as not to make too much noise. I then started walking towards her and almost had a heart attack when the phone sitting on side of her started to ring. I just stood there and waited for her to get up and catch me. The phone kept ringing but she never woke up. After the phone stopped ringing, I walked right up to her. Man this girl was so fine. That clean shaved pussy was just as pink as can be. I figured that since the phone didn’t wake her up I could get a little closer. I bent over to smell her pussy and it smelled so good. My cock was about to pop out of my shorts.

I got a little braver and fondled one of her tits. Man it was firm and the nipples were hard. She never did move. Her breath was heavy with alcohol though. I then started playing with both of her tits but was wondering about that beautiful pussy. I stock my finger in my mouth and then ran it though the crack of her pussy. To my surprise, I found her pussy was already wet. I started rubbing my finger back and forth through those pink pussy lips. To my surprise, she moaned a little and her legs opened. She never woke up though.

Here I was with a hard on from hell and my finger dipping in my neighbors wife’s passed out pussy. I couldn’t stand it. I guess because I was now so horny, I didn’t care if I got caught or not. I pulled my shorts off and my dick sprang out. It was about 7 inches on hard, not to big you know. I eased my self up between her legs and put the head of my dick in ever so slowly. She never moved. I started putting more and more of it in until it was finally all the way in. I started stroking that pussy in and out with my hard ass cock. Man that pussy felt good. I started fucking her faster and faster until I was about to come. I then pulled my dick out and started shooting gallons of cum on her beautiful tits. Some of it even flew on her face and lips. After cumming, I grabbed my clothes and took off to my house.

I went inside and took another shower and changed clothes. After getting dressed, I walked out and went to look through the hole. It was the perfect timing because she was waking up. I could see her licking her lips and rubbing her chest. I guess she thought it was sun tan lotion on her because she just started rubbing it in. She then went inside for the night.

There is more to the story but it will be later.

I was at a very down point in my life. My marriage of 15 years had just ended in divorce and my ex-wife had gotten half of my military retirement pay. The divorce proceedings had eaten up the majority of my savings. I had just started a new job, but a small fire in our building had caused major damage and the company was going to shut down for a week for the clean up.

All of the employees were put on vacation or unemployment, but since I had been there such a short time, I qualified for neither. While most of my co-workers were headed out to nice vacations, I was stuck in the cold Northeast, facing the prospect of the coldest weeks of the winter. To make matters worse, I hadn’t been laid in over nine months and had no prospects for changing that.

Just when I thought I was at rock bottom, I got a call from Steve, an old Navy buddy. He was in slight predicament. His wife and he were scheduled to leave on a six day cruise. He had planned for his brother-in-law to come down and watch his house in Florida while they were gone. His brother-in-law, who lived near me, had cancelled out. He was stuck with the plane ticket he had bought for him and had not been able to find a replacement house-sitter. Because of some recent break-ins in the neighborhood, he didn’t want to leave his house empty for a week even though his neighbors would be keeping an eye on the place. He wanted to know if I could come down to Florida and help him out. They had a back yard pool, fully stocked bar and refrigerator, and I could use his membership at his golf club. All I had to do was hop the flight that he had already paid for and have an enjoyable week in the warm Florida sun. I couldn’t believe my change in fortune. I jumped at his invitation.

I caught the flight the next evening, Saturday and arrived about 10 in tht night. After catching up with Steve and his wife, Martha, I settled into the guest room for a good night’s sleep. Steve and Martha had planned a small barbeque the next day with their neighbors to introduce me so that everyone would know who was watching the house for a week. It was the typical suburban couples, everyone was nice. One couple stood out. Ann and Jeff were visiting Heidi and Bob, the next door neighbors.

Ann and Jack were also from the Northeast and lived about a half hour from me. Ann, who had just turned 40, was drop dead gorgeous. A tall red-head with huge tits, nice long legs, a tight ass and the prettiest mouth I had ever seen. She was wearing a halter top two piece suit with a sleeveless t-shirt, which displayed all of her assets quite nicely. I detected some underlying tension between the two of them and I had noticed them sitting apart from the group in a slightly animated conversation a little earlier.

After we ate, everyone had broken off into small groups with Ann swimming in the pool. I was sitting in one of the deck chairs near the side of the pool nursing a cold beer. Ann got out of the pool by the ladder in front of me. As she leaned forward, her top shifted, giving me a good view of her fabulous tits. Not thinking, I mouthed a silent “WOW” to myself just as Ann looked up. I was sure I had caused a major scene, but Ann just gave me a big smile, and winked at me. She lingered on the ladder for brief period to allow me an extended view of her cleavage before dropping into a chaise lounge down the pool, next to her husband. I looked down a short time later and saw her applying some suntan oil. Once she caught my eye, Ann proceeded to apply the oil to her breasts, taking pains to ensure her hand went inside of the halter top. Her hands lingered inside her top and she put on quite a show massaging those beauties. The whole time she seemed to be staring into my eyes and a couple of times, I think I saw the pink of her nipples. When she was done, both nipples were poking through the top of her suit. As she finished she spread her legs, gave her crotch a mild rub and looked directly at me and licked her lips.

I looked around to see if anyone else had seen this, but everyone was looking the other way and were engaged in their own conversations and Ann’s husband was reading a magazine, oblivious to what was going on right beside him. Her little show had its effect on me. I had a raging hard on. Not wanting to reveal my state to anyone, I jumped into the pool and swan around for awhile. The cool water had the desired effect and my erection was down.

I got out of the pool and mingled for awhile. A short while later the party broke up. Except for Ann and Jack, everyone left. Steve and Martha needed to make a last minute shopping trip to pick up some items for the cruise. Ann, Jack and I sat around the pool drinking for awhile. Ann had put on her t-shirt and removed her halter top. I was having difficulty not staring at her tits as I could see the outline of her nipples against the t-shirt. Before long the sun, warmth, and alcohol had an effect on Jeff and he was passed out, snoring on the chaise lounge.

Ann commented, “Looks like he’s gone for the night. As hard as it is to wake him, I’ll need some help to get him to Heidi and Bob’s later, but I want to enjoy the pool and warm weather some more.”

We exchanged some more small talk, and I offered to get her another glass of wine. She grinned and said, “I really shouldn’t. This would be my third glass, and wine makes me crazy.” She looked at Jack’s dozing form, then looked back at me and said “and it doesn’t look like he can take care of me tonight. Not that it would be any different from anytime in the last year.”

Ann went on to tell me that Jeff’s job as Plant Manager caused him to work long hours and usually made him too tired to do anything but sleep when he was home. She was hoping that would change during their small vacation, but so far it hadn’t.

I told her that with my divorce, I could identify with her situation and her little show earlier hadn’t helped my situation. She giggled and apologized but said she couldn’t help it. The wine had made her a little horny and she wanted to have a little fun. I told her I would be reliving that scene in my mind a little while later, she laughed. I asked, if we should be talking like this with her husband so close. She told me a bomb could go off and he wouldn’t wake.

I had to pee and excused myself to go inside. When I was through, I opened the bathroom door to leave, Ann was standing just outside. She put her had on my chest and gently pushed me back inside and shut the door. We exchanged a deep tongue kiss and rubbed against each other. As we disengaged, Ann pulled her t-shirt over her head and I was treated to a view of the most magnificent tits I had ever seen. Wasting no time, I lowered my head and took one into my mouth as I started to massage the other with my hand.

“Eassssy” she moaned, “the girls are sensitive.”

I eased up slightly on my oral and manual ministrations, as Ann moaned her approval. My mouth and hand alternated between her two breasts. Except for a few kisses, I had only touched her tits, but I was sure that Ann was very close to orgasm. She took my hand and placed the heel of my palm against her pubic mound. I am sure it was pressed against her clit. “Just rub it for a while, I am so close.”

It had to be less than 30 seconds before she exploded. I could feel the warm moisture of her juices through the fabric of her bikini bottom. I continued to suck on her tits as I rubbed her clit through her suit. Ann was moaning loudly urging me to make her cum more. After what I guessed was 3 orgasms, she begged me to stop. We exchanged a few kisses before Ann dropped to her knees. My erect cock popped out as my trunks were lowered. Ann’s mouth engulfed my stiff dick as she massaged my balls.

I was experiencing the best blow-job of my life and really wanted to make it last. However the length of time it had been since I had been laid and Ann’s earlier performance at the pool would not allow that. It was less than a minute before I was blowing my load into Ann’s lovely mouth. Ann slurped it all down and continued to work on the sensitive head of my cock. It felt so good, but I had to beg her to stop.

She got off her knees, and we exchanged another deep kiss. I cupped her tits and sucked on them some more. Ann giggled and said, “They’re not as sensitive once I cum.”

I thought I heard a car door slam in the driveway. I exited the bathroom to let Ann clean up and went back to the pool. I was amazed that Jeff was still asleep. I was sure that Ann’s cries during her orgasm would have awakened him.

Ann soon joined me at the pool and a little while later I helped her wake Jack and get him over to Heidi and Bob’s. Before we did that, Ann informed me that Bob and Jack had a few fishing trips planned for the week and Heidi couldn’t get off from her job, so that we would have numerous opportunities to pick up where we left off during the upcoming week.

More about that later.

Bill had left for work an hour earlier. His last action before shutting the door was a perfunctory kiss on her cheek as he hurried out the door, his mind already occupied on the day’s events. Again, he had missed the significance of her squeeze on his upper arm; again he missed entirely, the questioning look she gave his retreating back.

“Jay; get up, you’re going to be late.” Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young man, lazy and disinclined to venture out of bed before the last minute, or he had been forgotten about.

He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again.

Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in “˜design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words “˜lunch Judy 11.30′; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date.

Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. “˜That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions.

“I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on.

Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing.

An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days.

Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person.

She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.

She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to.

Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies.

“Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her.

“Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then; okay?. Thanks hon.”

“Oh! Okay.”

“Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end.

Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.

It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper, her resolve was set.

Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know.

An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped.

She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, she intended to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the too young recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink.

She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.

Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.

She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone.

She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency.

“Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice.

“Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.”

He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them.

“Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it.

“Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention.

“Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park.

They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”

Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then; thought, why not? She answered, yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt.

A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in arm chairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much.

“I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude.

“Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much.

Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence.

“Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time.

“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.

Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.

She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks.

Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight.

She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul.

She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants.

Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.

It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self control took over.

His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, and she came, in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.

Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.

She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.

He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.

He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her laying side wise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.

Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.

In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.

It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.

Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.

It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.

Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an “˜O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean.

They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied, felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.

Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.

“Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.

“No thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.

“Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.

Kali meandered down the hall of the hospital somewhat lost, but not really caring. She had plenty of time to kill before her shift and she really didn’t want to think about the piles of files waiting her attention on her desk. She loved working in the hospital, but it always amazed her how much paperwork went into everything that had to be done. Even giving a scraped knee a band-aid was cause for 18 signatures and at least 7 phone calls for various approvals.

She purposely wound her way toward the section of the building currently under construction so she could indulge in her favorite past-time. She wasn’t sure when she had first began ferociously lusting after the construction company’s employees, but she sure had an appetite for some of the candy they had been sending over. She allowed herself a low whistle as her gaze fell upon the particular piece she had been eyeing for some time now.

His name was Jed and he was some piece of work. From his Red Wing boots up his denim-clad thighs, over his well built chest and the brown hair sporting a blue hard hat, this man was the epitomy of every fantasy she had ever had about a construction worker. And she’d had a few with Jed as her leading man. As if sensing her thoughts, the blue hat turned until his blue-green eyes met hers and he smiled and approached her.

“Are you lost?” he laughed. Smiling back she replied “I’ve gotta few projects at home that require swinging a hammer, so I thought I’d get some advice from a pro.”

He tossed his head back and laughed. “Well, you’re in luck. I’m the only one here today – everyone else is working nights – and I just can’t seem to keep my mind on what I’m doing today.” Kali’s heart skipped a beat when Jed’s rough hand grasped her arm just above the elbow and directed her toward the spot he was gesturing as he spoke. “Right here – I’ve got a great piece of wood for you to get some practice on.”

She gripped the hammer he handed her in astonishment. She had been teasing, but it looked as thought he was very serious. Ah well – she thought to herself. What did she expect? He was married, so he probably didn’t realize she had been shamelessly flirting with him. At least she’d learn something, though. Using tools wasn’t a skill she possessed, so she may as well make the most of it. “C’est la vie!” she mumbled under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Um…nothing. Now, what do I do with this thing?”

Jed pulled her in front of him until she faced the wood he had been speaking of. She controlled a shiver as he ran his hands down her bare arms and covered her hands with his. “Are you right or left handed?” he breathed into her ear huskily. “Right, I think.” She thought? Having him this close was making her lose the ability to think! He placed her hand on the board next to a protruding nail and held it there with his hand. The other curled around hers gripping the handle of the hammer tightly and raised it so far that her back was brought up straight against him. She felt his hard chest against her shoulders and the heat radiating from his legs to hers seperated only by her cotton skirt. Her eyes widened in horror and then clasped shut tightly as he brought the hammer down with a slice. Her arm felt jarred to her shoulder at its impact with the wood. When she opened her eyes, she was amazed at what she saw. The nail had been embedded into the wood with one strike.

“Did I do that?” she squealed.

“Well, you may have had just a little help.” Jed laughed.

Mischeviously she leaned back against him enjoying his sharp intake of breath. “What else can you show me?” She was completely unprepared for his answer as she felt warm lips on her neck. Leaning her head to the side to give him better access she stifled a groan as his teeth nibbled on the sensative skin behind her ear and his tongue traced a path down to her shoulder. His hands loosed their grip on hers as he brought them to her waist and pulled her ass into his groin where she could feel his hard cock pushing against his jeans. She reached behind her marveling at the ectasy of his wandering lips and without even thinking undid the button fly to wrap her hands around his hot cock. Jed groaned and she took full advantage of the moment to turn around and fall to her knees on the floor.

She had imagined so many times how she would make love to his cock that it almost seemed as though she were dreaming. Not bothering to hide her skill or her need, she kissed the tip of the head and then slid the length of him between her lips and down her throat burrying her face in his body. He pulled the hair back from her face and when she heard him gasp “Oh my God” Kali began stroking his cock with her soft lips….slowly raising her head and looking up into his face with her big blue eyes and then twisting her way back to the base. She could feel his dick twitch in her mouth and taste the pre-cum oozing from it’s core as she swiped her tongue across the tip and around the head, knowing she was driving him closer to the edge. She did not; however, expect what happened next….

Jed grabbed Kali’s shoulders and raising her to her feet, spun her away from him. He forced against the board she had just pounded. The irony of the situation bounced through her head….now, she was about to be pounded on this same board. Lifting her skirt, she heard his moan as his hands groped for the panties she wasn’t wearing. She giggled in anticipation; his stiff rod slid through her wetness. She tightened her thighs against him and pushed herself backwards. She felt Jed’s weight press her into the board as he leaned over her…and grabbed each of her wrists in an iron grip. Her eyes widened as his low timbred voice sent shivers down her spine.

“I have you and I want to fuck you and you’re going to take it.”

He pulled her arms behind her back. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as he drove his rock hard cock into her soft wet pussy, then groaned in sheer ecstacy as he began a driving rhythm that sent her senses reeling. She could feel herself giving him total control and didn’t even care. He was fucking her so hard and so deep and it felt so good. She rocked back and forth against the wood, feeling it’s hard roughness on her nipples through her blouse and thin bra. Now holding both wrists in one hand and pulling her head back by her hair, Jed furiously pounded his dick into her pussy and Kali began to feel muscles, bones and skin that she didn’t even know she had. The pain was incredibly delicious and she could feel a haze of pleasure beginning to blur her vision. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the beat Jed was setting with his pace. Her voice rose in her ears and her cries of passion and pleadings for more would have embarrassed her if she wasn’t so far gone.

Her orgasm came crashing over her in a sudden release causing her to scream Jed’s name over and over. She barely heard his long shuddered sigh as he spent himself in her, but she did feel the aftershock of his legs shaking as he laid himself on top of her and their fast shallow breathing merged.

Jed stood and began putting himself back together. Kali stood and felt Jed’s cum run down her legs as she adjusted her skirt.

“You know…I’m going to be feeling your cum between my legs all day long.” she turned on him with a grin.

Jed reached out and drew her into his embrace. His tongue caressed her lips and then explored the insider of her mouth with such tenderness and passion she was left breathless when he pulled back. His smile was genuine and he made her laugh, yet again, when he said “Then tomorrow you should bring a pair of panties to put on afterwards so you don’t have that problem.”

9:00 am. The morning sunrise was beautiful – pink sky, no clouds. Obviously another hot sunny summer day. The water at the beach looked a bit choppy so it must be windy. That worried Penny. Her husband and two kids were going on an all-day trip to see the “treasure wrecks” on that small glass-bottom tour boat.

She couldn’t go because when they bought the tickets there were only 3 seats left for today’s trip and their vacation would be over tomorrow so no second chance. Was that boat safe on rough water? Her husband, Dave, tubby Dave, assured her there was no danger, after all, the tour operator had years and years of experience.

9:30 am. Down at the dock the boat captain was in good cheer welcoming everyone aboard. Ten passengers. Surely the boat was too small for these waves? Some of the waves were at least a foot high!! After assuring her for the third time, she overheard the captain grumble to someone about overprotective mothers. Well!! She was just naturally concerned, as any mother would be. She watched with continued concern as the gently rocking boat slipped away from the dock and started pushing into the bay. She waved bye but the kids paid no attention, they were too busy trying to talk the captain into letting them dive at the wrecks. Teenagers!! No sense at all! And Dave seemed to be already nodding off! How can he be so calm?

10:00 am. Time for coffee. Penny listened to the waves roll onto the beach as she walked down the sand-swept sidewalk to the nearby “gourmet” coffee shop. It actually had good lattes. She passed the young ice cream vendor sitting on his bicycle cart as usual. As she walked past, her eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, slid in his direction, as they often had the last few days. Nice tanned muscles. Athletic legs. Blue tank top and blue Speedos as usual. Sometimes when he got off the bike and stood up straight she found her eyes wandering down to those Speedos. Her eyes had caught a huge bulge yesterday that almost made her walk into a tree. Oh to be young again and not stuck with tubby Dave. Dave who wouldn’t notice if she was naked or dressed.

Penny, 40, was sure she was still attractive even if Dave didn’t notice. Dave hadn’t touched her in at least a year. He wouldn’t bother with her unless she stuck a chocolate donut on her boobs! She knew she was in decent shape because she had dropped two sizes in the past year. Just yesterday she discovered she could wear a bikini again. She had randomly dropped into a swimwear shop shortly after the near-incident with the tree. No connection with the ice cream guys bulge of course. She had bought a cute red bikini. According to the poster, the thin red floral push up bra top had “a bust enhancing style”. The red bottom with the decorative white rope belt had a “tummy-tamer lining for the belly.” In other words it made her look very good. Penny had shoulder length brown hair that blew in the wind. Her 38C bust filled the bikini nicely and her bum no longer bounced. Those long walks on the beach had reduced the bounce to a gentle jiggle. Her tummy was not flat like that of a young model but the “tummy-tamer” worked wonders. She had put the bikini on to get Dave’s attention and then brought Dave a coffee. He asked for the paper and a donut!

10:30 am. Having spilled the latte down her blouse she went back to the cottage to change. As usual Mr. Ice Cream Muscles was drifting in that direction. She might watch from behind the curtains again. He was tall, at least 5’10″ to her short 5′.

11:00 am. Dave and the kids away – well maybe she would just go lie on the sand and get some sun. She put the bikini on and checked herself in the mirror before putting on the terry cover-up with the zip down front. It was light blue, sleeveless and reached down to mid-thigh. The brown woven basket contained her towel. She stopped to get an ice cream giving a shy smile as her sunglass hidden eyes took in the sweat rolling down his biceps and chest.

“You look hot. Why don’t you have one of your popsicles?” Now why did she say that? She had never spoken to him before. But he did look hot!

“Can’t. I only have one left then I have to go back for more. Somebody reported me once for eating one and I got in trouble with the boss. By the way, my name’s Tony.” Nice lady. Nice smile. Nice basket. Oh yeah, this is the one that walked into a tree yesterday!

“Thanks, I’m Penny. Well look, I’m just going to get a bit of sun. If you’re still here when I get back I’ll buy you a popsicle. OK?” Why did she say that? Well, just being friendly is ok.

She was back 15 minutes later. Somehow, after a quick dip, sunbathing no longer interested her. She carried the robe in the basket so her red bikini could dry.

“Hi Tony. You still look hot. Let me buy you that popsicle?” As she said this, Penny just happened too lean forward giving Tony an inadvertent but ample view of her bosom.

“Can’t. Boss might see. I’d get in trouble even if you paid.” Nice lady. Nice bikini. Nice boobs. Be nice if she was 20 years younger.

“My cottage is just across the walk. Come over. Park your bike in the back and have a popsicle.” Come over?? Park in the back?? She’d had a naughty dream about Tony the other day but this wasn’t right. She looked down. Nice Speedos.

“OK. Thanks. I’ll be over in a few minutes.” A popsicle would be a welcome relief in this heat.

In the cottage Penny took the robe out to put it on but just tossed it in the corner when she heard the bike bell at the back.

11:30 am. “Tony, come on in. It’s too hot out there for you.” Oh my god. I’ve invited him in!

Tony’s beautiful muscles flexed as he got off the bike, stood up and came in. He had taken off his tank top earlier because of the heat. Washer board belly!! Penny felt a flush at the sight. Her eyes, behind the sunglasses strayed downward and she stifled the shriek the obvious bulge evoked. She could feel her cheeks flush pink.

“Have a seat on this stool. Enjoy the popsicle, it’ll cool you off.” I need to cool off too!! OH GOD. Sitting on that stool makes IT push out harder!! She couldn’t help smiling broadly. Her legs seem to wobble a bit. She took a deep breath.

“Thanks. Nice place you have.” Tony noticed the lady seemed a bit nervous and was having trouble breathing. Odd. Damn, the orange popsicle was dripping down his chest. Some dripped right onto his swimsuit.

“Here let me wipe that up.”

Tony stood up as Penny approached with a damp washcloth. As she dabbed at his chest he could see right down her red bikini top. Wow! He could feel his cock hardening and straining at the stretchy swimsuit material. Hoped she wouldn’t notice. That would be very embarrassing.

“Do you go to school around here?” Penny breathed heavily again, her breath warm against his chest. She was worried. Maybe he was too young!

“Just finished high school. I hope to start college in the fall. But I have too much trouble with my memory. They probably won’t take me because I often can’t even remember what I did just a few hours ago. Doctor says it’s a real problem.”

Ok, he’s of age. Whew! She moved the washcloth lower to catch the last of the popsicle drips. Lower. Oops, she brushed his Speedo. The bulge was so much bigger! Tony almost jumped. He had never been touched there before. At least, he had no memory of it. His face reddened. What an accident!

“Let me wipe the sweat off your back too.”

Penny pressed her chest against him as she reached her arm around to his back pretending to wipe the sweat. Her already hard nipples jutted through the thin halter top. He was so much taller that she felt his hot, hard bulge touching the top of the “tummy-tamer lining” on her red bottoms. Her hot cheeks touched his sweaty chest as she almost collapsed against him. Her arms around this hot, young hunk she suddenly didn’t care about anything else. Pressing her tummy forward she enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock against her. Her tummy felt a bit of wetness where his cock pressed.

Tony was stunned. This woman, who could be his mother, was hugging him hard and he had a raging hard-on! What should he do? She was pushing against his cock! Oh what a feeling!

She pressed her hot lips on his right nipple, a lick, hot breath. A nip. Gawd those muscles! No tubby Dave! I shouldn’t do this. To hell with it. He’s here. I want that hard hot cock! I don’t care.

“Tony! I want you! I need you.” Her hands went to his front, took hold of the enormous lump at the front and pulled him toward the couch. One quick jerk pulled the Speedos down and his innocent young cock sprang forward. Yum! She pulled him to her forcing his cock up so it pressed from the top of her red bikini bottom to the bottom of her red bikini top. Hot. Hard. Long. Yum!

They tumbled onto the couch. Penny on top, the weight of her causing his cock to push so hard on her tummy. Her tummy was getting damp. She struggled to shed herself of the halter top so her boobs could cascade down to Tony’s chest. Sitting up she looked greedily at Tony’s beet red face as she took his hands and placed them on each of her boobs. His muscular hands instinctively squeezed. The squeezing was better than any she had known. His thumbs on her hot swollen hard pink nipples. Pushing them in. Squeezing them.

His hot cock was now standing straight up, vibrating as they pointed the way to her tits. She leaned over so they were between her mounds of flesh and pushed the mounds together to envelope that quivering hot rod. Up and down she pushed. Stickiness covered her boobs as she squeezed little precum drops out. His cock was now absolutely purple.

Tony’s eyes alternated between very wide and squeezed shut. He couldn’t believe the pleasure. He hoped his memory wouldn’t fail him this time. Touching real boobs. His cock felt like it could take no more.

Penny sensing Tony’s cock was on the verge, released it. Climbed off Tony. Grinning at him she reached down and slowly lowered her tummy-tamer bikini bottoms. One inch at a time. Teasingly revealing her brown haired curly bush. She watched as Tony’s cock continued to point unwaveringly straight up, quivering, a drop or two oozing out the top. She knew she could not hold back. She had to have everything.

Her hips swayed as she stepped to Tony’s head and swung a leg over.

“Tony, eat me! Put your tongue in me! Suck my juices while I chew on your hot cock!!”

She lowered her pussy onto his lips, leaned down to 69 and took his eager meaty sausage into her moist lips. Her tongue hungrily licked around the tip to catch those oozing drops of young man fluid. She slid her tongue up and down while squeezing Tony’s balls in one hand and rubbing his cock with the other. Her lips slid along lathering the shaft. Each time she squeezed his balls his cock jerked in her mouth.

Tony could not recall ever seeing a pussy before, thought with his memory that didn’t mean much. As Penny’s pussy descended he obediently extended his tongue. The pussy was soft, hot, wet. His tongue had no trouble penetrating. He stuck it up and moved his tongue around, in and out. He felt the pussy juices wetting his face as he tasted the hot juices and sucked on a pink button he found. Everytime he sucked on it, the lady, (what was her name?) seemed to convulse. He sucked harder even when she tried to push his mouth away.

“Tony, you suck so good. I feel so hot. Stop!! I don’t want to cum yet!!”

He didn’t stop. Penny could not control her body. She shook. She ground her pussy into his face. She needed his tongue. She had feel her pussy sucked. Her lips closed over the throbbing hard cock again. It was so wet. So salty! So long. Fuck it was good! Not like tubby Dave at all.

At last, she forced herself up and turning around sat on Tony again. Reaching for his cock she guided it to the lips of her quivering wet pink mound. Slowly she slid down the shaft and felt it penetrate into the deepest reaches of her wanton soft body. She had to have cock. She had to have his juices. Nothing else would do. Must have. Need.

Tony felt his cock entering the unknown lady’s pussy (damn memory, who was she again?) So hot. Wet. His cock stuck so far in he felt tightness exciting his shaft. Her boobs bounced above his eyes and he watched as her eyes rolled back then closed. His balls felt ready to burst.

Penny rocked up and down. She clutched her own boobs squeezing to get the most pleasure. Up and down. Nothing else mattered. Must make this cock shoot. Need his juices. Rocking, rocking. Sliding up and down. The hot young rod remained ramrod stiff. In and out. Hot. Wet. She rocked up and down harder to force Tony’s cock to erupt.

At last, she watched his body convulse as she felt his rod jerking involuntarily. Juice, juice. Young man juice. OH GAWD!!!

Next morning as she and tubby Dave and the kids packed the car to go home, she saw Tony on his ice-cream cart.

“Hi Tony. Are you hot?” She asked mischievously with a big grin.

“Hi. How’d you know my name?” Who was this lady?

With my job I get to go into a lot of houses and meet a lot of different people. It’s the perfect job for a single guy because there are so many beautiful women that you get to meet from young to old. I am 26 years old and a cable technician or better known as the “cable guy.”

This particular story is about an older lady named Teresa Roberts. Teresa was having problems with her internet cutting in and out so she placed a trouble call for a tech to come out to her house and this is where I come in. As soon as I saw her, there was something about her that struck me the right way.

She wasn’t incredibly hot and she didn’t have the tightest body in the world but there was something about her that made me want to fuck her. Teresa is only about 5’2″ tall with shoulder length brown hair with the slightest streak of gray in the front. I guessed she was around 49 years old and she had a pair of blue jeans on which fit snuggly over her large, round ass. The top of the jeans had the elastic band, you know, what you would consider “mom” jeans. Her button up shirt was tucked neatly over her tummy into her jeans and unbuttoned enough to give you a peak at her slightly sagging C cup tits if she moved the right way.

Right away Teresa was very friendly and had great eye contact and as she led me up the stairs I couldn’t help but check out her ass. Immediately I said to myself, “I’d fuck her.” As she explained her problems with the internet to me she touched my arm several times.

She was very impressed with how nice I was and about how much I knew about computers. She stayed in the room the entire time I worked and when I had fixed the problem I sat down at her computer desk to check her computer. Teresa stood right behind me in the chair as I showed her that everything was working fine.

Teresa leaned over, placing her hand on my shoulder, as she pointed at an icon on the screen asking what it did. As she held that position for a couple of seconds I had a full view of her bra and tits as her shirt gaped open. As she rose back up I felt her hand gently squeeze my shoulder just before letting go.

She kept saying things like, “Oh, I’m so glad you fixed my internet,” and also, “You really know your stuff.” As I was getting ready to leave, Teresa asked, “Do you ever make house calls, you know, if I have any more trouble I can just call you instead of going through your company?”

“Well…normally I don’t but I think I can make an exception for you,” I replied as she grabbed my hand and thanked me. I gave her my cell number and after saying goodbye, I left. I continued with the rest of my day, occasionally thinking about Teresa and how much of a milf she was.

Wouldn’t you know the very next day I was working about halfway through the morning and my cell rang.

“Hello.”

“Hi, this is Teresa. You were at my house yesterday to fix my internet. Well, I seem to be having more trouble with it and I would love for you to come by and look at it for me.”

“Sure, that won’t be a problem. How about I stop by on my lunch break around 12:00pm,” I replied.

“That sounds great,” Teresa said. “I’ll see you then.”

I was surprised that she called me and I knew there was no way she was having problems again. My mind began to wonder and I had a feeling she had something else in mind instead of me fixing her internet. I quickly finished my morning jobs and began heading towards Teresa’s house.

I actually arrived about fifteen minutes early and after knocking twice she opened the door. I was a little surprised to she Teresa standing there with a white robe tied around her waist and her hair slicked back, soak and wet.

“Oh, you’re early. I was just getting out of the shower,” she said as she let me inside.

“I’m sorry, I should have called,” I replied but she immediately interrupted me by grabbing my hand and said, “Don’t be silly, you’re fine.”

“Let me show you what it’s doing,” she said as I followed her up the stairs into the office.

“I have a little confession to make,” Teresa said once we were in the office. She turned around, facing me, and pulled loose her robe dropping it to the floor and said, “I’m not really having more trouble with my internet.”

“Really!” I said taking a deep breath as Teresa walked toward me completely naked and wet with her nipples hard as a rock. Her pussy was covered up with a big dark brown bush that was also soaked.

“I get a little lonely here by myself with my husband traveling all the time, and you turned me on,” she said as she reached out, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her hip.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell a soul,” Teresa said as she began to rub the ever growing bulge in my pants.

“Will you please fuck me?” Teresa asked.

I began to move my hand up her wet body and across her hard nipples. As I squeezed her soft tits she began loosening my belt and jeans until they dropped to my ankles.

I lifted my shirt over my head as she untied my boots and before I knew it Teresa had me completely naked.

“Oh my…I’m going to have fun with your young, hard cock,” she said staring at my dick. She led me over to the desk and sat me down in the chair. Teresa knelt down and began to stroke my dick with her delicate hands and before I knew it her warm lips were wrapped around my cock. I sat back as she began to suck my dick and struggle to get me completely in her mouth.

She was good. I mean, she could probably suck a grapefruit through a straw. Her hand stroked the bottom of my shaft as her lips stretched tightly across my dick. I thought she would get tired and stop but she kept going, all the while getting more intense. Little by little, I was getting closer to cumming and I wondered if she would swallow, spit, or just pull out and let me cum all over the place.

Over and over her head bobbed up and down as she sucked my hard dick which was about to erupt like a volcano. It had been a while since I had been laid and I knew I had a full load. Teresa must have felt my dick tense up so she began sucking the head of my dick as her hands fiercely jerked up and down my shaft.

“Oh…God…Oh…I’m going to cum!” I said. Teresa did not move but continued on.

“Oh…Fuck! I’m going to CUM!” Again I said.

I let out a loud moan as I began spewing warm cum into Teresa’s mouth. She looked up at me while stroking and sucking my dick as I continued to cum inside her mouth. I came so much that some of my jiz ran out the corners of her mouth and onto my dick. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and proceeded to lick any remaining cum off of me.

“Oh my God, that was awesome,” I exclaimed over and over.

“It’s been awhile since I have done that,” Teresa replied. “Why don’t you call work and take the rest of the day off.”

I used my cell to call my supervisor and told him that I was feeling really sick and was just going to go home. Everything was fine and he had no idea that I was really calling out to fuck one of our customers for the rest of the day. After putting my phone down, Teresa cleared off the top of her desk, and sat on the edge.

“It’s my turn,” she said as her finger ran up and down her pussy. She laid back on top of the desk and spread her legs. I walked up and ran my hand through her thick bush while I kissed her soft, inner thighs. Using my hands to pull her bush apart, I began stroking her pussy lips with my tongue. Teresa moaned softly as my tongue spread open her pink lips and smacked up against her extra large clit.

It was one of the biggest clits I have ever seen which made it all the more fun to suck on and flick with my tongue. Teresa’s moans increased louder and louder as I ate her pussy. I love to eat pussy. As I worked up her clit with my tongue I stuck a finger inside her pussy, and began massaging her g spot. This sent Teresa over the edge.

Her body squirmed and rocked back and forth as she wrapped her legs around my back. She squeezed me tightly as I continued my assault on her pussy, and I could tell she was going to cum. As I rubbed her g spot and licked her clit I felt Teresa start to orgasm. Her pussy contracted on my finger as she moaned very loudly, and began to spray cum out of her pussy.

I love to watch a women squirt because that’s when you know that you did a good job. I kept fingering her until she was done cumming and then I let her lay on the desk while she enjoyed her orgasm. The desk was soaked with her cum so I went to find a towel. Teresa thanked me for the towel as she cleaned herself up.

“That was fucking awesome!” Teresa said. “I can’t remember that last time I came like that and squirted all over the place.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” I replied.

Teresa took my hand and led me into her bed room. She got into the bed and laid on her back so I climbed on top of her. I began to kiss her soft, sagging tits and suck on her nipples until they became rock hard. My hard cock glided through her bush which was still soaked with her cum until she said, “Stick that young, hard cock inside of me and fuck me!”

I slid my dick past her pussy lips and filled her pink hole with every inch of me. Teresa wrapped her legs around my back and moaned as I began thrusting my cock in and out of her. Her pussy felt so good and she had a look of pure enjoyment and ecstasy on her face. Her tits bounced back and forth when I pounded away at her pussy as she wanted it harder and faster.

“I want you to fuck me any way you want,” Teresa said and so I told her to get on all fours. I got behind her, grabbed a hold of Teresa’s large ass, and slammed my cock back into her pussy. Teresa’s moans were stifled as she buried her face in the pillow. I grabbed a hold of her hair, yanked her head back, and smacked her ass over and over as I fucked her from behind. I could tell Teresa loved it.

I licked my finger and began rubbing her asshole while, slowly and little by little, stuck my finger up her ass. I fingered her ass good while I fucked her pussy and eventually started using my thumb in her ass. Teresa showed no sign of wanting me to stop and so I decided to fuck her in the ass.

I pulled out of her wet pussy and slowly pressed the tip of my rock hard dick into her tight ass. Teresa’s moans jumped up a couple of octaves as I began to thrust deeper and deeper. I began thrusting back and forth into her stretched asshole as Teresa reached and rubbed her clit. It wouldn’t surprise me if her neighbors could here her moans.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long inside her ass without cumming and it didn’t help when Teresa would yell out, “Fuck my ass!” After a couple minutes of fucking her ass I was ready to cum and as I thrusted my cock back and forth, deep into her ass, I came. I sat there for a moment letting every drop of cum trickle out of me and into her ass and then I pulled out.

I could see the pool of my creamy cum inside of Teresa’s stretched asshole just before she got up to go to the bathroom. I laid in bed while she cleaned up and put another robe on. When she came out she said that she was hungry so we went downstairs to get some food.

While she fixed me a sandwich she looked at me with a smile and said, “You sure didn’t hold back when I told you to fuck me any way you want to.”

“I guess you have to be careful of what you say to me,” I replied smiling back at her and she laughed. When she brought me my sandwich she leaned over to whisper in my ear, “I loved every second of it.”

We sat on the couch and relaxed while finishing our lunch and by this time it was about 2:30p.m. I was sitting on the couch with just my boxers on when Teresa pulled them off of me and began sucking on my dick. She sucked me until I was completely hard and then pulled her robe off and straddled me. She positioned my cock so it would penetrate her pussy and began to fuck me.

As Teresa bounced up and down on top of me I caressed and sucked on her tits. She loved it when I twisted her hard nipples with my fingers and bit them with my teeth. After fucking for a few minutes on the couch we moved to the love seat, then the kitchen table, stairs, and so on. We fucked on nearly everything possible in her house.

We finished up around 4:30 and I got dressed to leave. Teresa walked me to her front door and gave me a nice long kiss goodbye.

“Thank you so much. That really made my day.” Teresa said.

“The pleasure was all mine,” I replied. “Call me if you have any more trouble with your internet.”

Teresa smiled and said, “You know I will.” I went home and relaxed from a hard day of fucking a cock hungry milf. Teresa frequently called me to “fix her cable” and I would gladly go and fuck her brains out. She still calls me till this day.

I entered the church building evening around 5, I had received a call from the children’s minister her name was Amy. I thought it was odd because though I helped with the children I didn’t speak much to her. I had always been attracted to her. Her breasts a perfect 36C, with long brown hair, hazel eyes and a perfect ass.

The parking lot was empty, save one other car. I went in through the office door, and as I looked into her office I saw her on all fours wearing a pair of tight jean shorts, messing with something beneath her desk.

I just stood there silently her ass swaying back and forth. She turned and smiled as she caught me staring. “Hey, Matt, can you help me out here?” she said I came around and joined her on my hands and knees under the desk.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked smiling at her.

“I’m trying to get something hooked up,” she smiled “lets get out of here for a second,” she said.

I came out and she stood up next to me she was wearing a sleeve less button up shirt.

“I’m trying to plug this in but I can’t seem to feed it through that hole to connect it to my USB.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I laid down on my back this time and easily fed the cord through the whole. As I stood up I saw her, bent over looking for something, her perfect ass wiggling I was know getting hard, and it had begun to strain at my basketball shorts.

“Hey I’m looking for a book it might be on top of this book case can you feel along the top of it for me?”

What I found was a shock, a book with a man and woman in a naked embrace sat in my hand with the title How to Please across the top. “Is this it?” I said confused.

“Oh my,” she said, “Uhm no that isn’t it. That, that is something I bought for me. For my husband.” She rushed.

“Really,” I said as she stood up, “why?”

“Oh, this is really inappropriate, but the problem is that,” she paused, “We are never intimate anymore, not since after my five year-old was born. And I thought if I could just entice him and make it worth his while he would be willing to be with me, even if I’m disgusting.” She sat on the couch she had placed across from her desk.

“What!?” I yelled through the empty church office, “You’re beautiful!” I exclaimed as I sat beside her. “If you were my wife. I’d show you how you should be treated.” I looked into her eyes they her tearing up as one was falling down her cheek. I touched her chin wiping the tear away lifted her mouth to mine and I kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” She said, “That was inappr-” My lips were on hers again, and I pushed my tongue passed her lips, and hers pushed back.

We sat there making out on the couch like a pair of horny teenagers (that’s half right). I recalled that women generally don’t hit their sexual peak until their mid 20′s and Amy was 27. I placed my hand on top of her left breast, she moaned and as I continued massaging her breast, she pulled away.

“Matt this isn’t right we can’t do this I’m married,”

“To a man that can’t please you,” I said rubbing her upper thigh.

“Oh it has been a long time,”

“No one will ever know,” I whispered in her ear, as my left hand continued caressing her breast, and my right began to pull at the button’s of her shirt. “There’s no one here.” I slid my hands into her undone shirt and around her sides to undo her black lack bra. Her hands were on my arms as though she was going to stop me but as I pulled her perfect lips to my mouth and she melted.

“MMmmm,” she moaned, “That’s nice, but we can’t go all the way I’m not on the pill,” she smiled. I began to pinch her nipple with my right, but my left was now tugging at her shorts and she was all too happy to oblige. As she lifted up, I pulled her shorts and panties off. I continued sucking her tits off, but began to rub away at her clit, “OH OH MY GOD!!!” her body locked up.

“You see I’m the one you want,” I said placing her hand on the crotch of my shorts. Her eyes lit up and she pulled my shorts away. “Oh My… Matt I don’t want you to think poorly of me but I want to try something with you.”

“What?”

“I want you in my ass, I’ve never had anal, and a friend tells me its wonderful, what do you think?”

“Sure,” I smiled she stood up placed her hands on her desk, and offered her minister ass to me. I stood up rubbed my dick along her snatch for lube and then slowly pushed in. I loved feeling her asshole clench tight onto me.

“AHHH Fuck,” she cried out, “Oh God that’s good! Go deeper!”

I grunted, and plowed hard into her, as deep as I could go. I continued to go harder and faster. I began angling toward her snatch through her ass. She was panting and moaning, and with her so revved up I decided to go for it. I pulled out of her ass, and slid into her dripping cunt.

“OH! MATT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN’T!! I could get preg- OH GOD!!” Ignoring her protests I buried all thick 7-inches of me into her, “Oh fuck It fill me up!”

I couldn’t hold it any longer. Jet after jet of my seed planted itself deep inside of her. I pulled out.

“Oh God!” she said dropping to her knees naked. “What have I done? I can’t believe I let you in my- that we ju- Oh God!”

“Calm down Amy,” I said helping her to her feet, “if it turns out you are pregnant, tell everyone its your husbands, and I know you haven’t had sex in a while but all you need to do is force it out of him once and you’re home free.”

“But the baby would still be yours,” she said a tear running down her face. “Everytime I look at it I’ll remember the one infidelity I’ve had, you should go and leave me time to think.”

Two weeks later she gave me a call telling me to come to her house.

When I arrived I found that it was just us 2 but she didn’t seem pleased as we walked to her bedroom.

“well I’m pregnant, and its all because you and I-” she cut off as I began to lightly massage her shoulders as she stood there. “because of the awful thing we’ve done.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?” I said pulling her back into my front my dick resting near the crack of her ass.

“Oh, of course I did, but its… Its wrong,” she said more in an attempt to convince herself than me. Meanwhile her ass began to wriggle against me, it obviously disagreed with her statement. I spun her around and pulled her to me, my hands tight on her ass, my dick pressed into her. I leaned in to kiss her. “Oh!” she said. “I’ve never had a man that I felt like this about, I know I shouldn’t, but,” she leaned in and our lips met, and our tongues began to explore each other once again. She suddenly grasped my cock through my shorts.

She pulled away. “you’re so much bigger than my husband, I don’t know if I can but I want to do this for you, Lover.” She pushed me backward onto the bed and pulled my shorts down. “MMmmm Its even bigger than I remember” Her eyes swelled with lust, as she gazed upon it, and she lowered her head onto it.

Immediately, her tongue swirled around my shaft as she began to take my entire length into her. As she bobbed her up and down I groaned, “I’m cumming!” and she just kept going as I blasted jet after jet down her throat I could feel her swallowing it, and I slid out of her mouth.

“I- I’ve never swallowed before even with my husband,” she said shocked at her self, “Well you’ve cum in me twice, in two different holes,” she said pulling her clothes off tantalizingly. She sat on my lap naked my dick against her mound. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Wanna go for three?”

She kissed me lightly on the lips as she stood up, taking my hand we embraced there naked, she then turned from me leaned herself against the bed and said, “Cum on” she smiled.

With that I pressed myself into her, pounding into her I pushed toward her G-spot on the other side of the fleshy wall. Apparently I hit it, the canal of her hole squeezed tight as she began to cry out, “Oh Oh Christ! OH GOD!!” in the tightness I couldn’t hold it.

“Here I cum!”

“Yeah, baby finish making me yours I never want another man.” I pulled out and we came to rest next to each other, on the bed.

“I tried to enjoy the sex I had with my husband, but he is nothing like you. He will think it’s his child,” she said rubbing her stomach. “It will be a symbol of our forbidden love,” she grabbed my hand and rested it on her stomach with her own I looked over her glorious body, it was the home of my first child. “Of course, you can always come to visit, I wouldn’t feel right if our child didn’t know you,” she smiled at me my eyes now trained on her face, “Will you… stay with me my husband and the other children are gone for the week on a father sons trip, and I’m off for the week for some me time, and…” she laced my fingers with her own, “I want to spend every second .I can get with you, My love.”

We spent the week together, making conversation, making out, making love.

I met him quite accidentally, when I was on my official tour. (I am a marketing executive (age 30) of an MNC pharma company) We were old friends – studied in the same School. As it happens in such occasions, there was an initial euphoria, and when it was over, we decided to celebrate the occasion in a roadside bar. He made a call to his wife, telling her that we would have our dinner outside.

I was happy sipping a beer and was remembering our old days, when, to my surprise, I found him gulping down almost half the bottle of whisky and still ordering for more. I signaled the waiter to stop as I was an occasional drinker, and I was hungry. We had a heavy dinner and I paid for the bill, amidst protests from my friend. So, after a few good byes, I thought of moving to my lodging house as I had some hectic work to do the next day.

But, when I finally convinced him that he had had enough and brought him out of the pub, he was so drunk that he could not even insert the bike key in its slot. Knowing that if I allowed him to drive, it was a sure act of suicide, I decided to drop him home, before moving to my hole. But I never thought he would be so drunk that he could forget the way to his own home, and after going round and round over a few streets, I took out his visiting card from his pocket, and enquiring here and there, reached his house around 11 in the night. I was happy that light was still burning in his house.

I honked the horn twice and a sleepy face peeped through the window. After a few seconds the front door opened, and a very young girl of around 20 came out. My friend gave that foolish grin as would such drunkards do, and tried to introduce me to her. His mouth opened to say something, but instead of words, a stream of vomit, a mixture of whisky and snacks, sprayed on my shirt before I could react. His job finished, he faltered and started to fall. Even forgetting the stench killing my nostrils, I rushed to stop him from falling. And his wife joined.

With much difficulty, we carried him into his bedroom almost dragging and laid him on the bed. By that time, he was totally gone, quite oblivious to what was happening to him and into the deep drunken slumber. She looked up at me and said in a very low voice “There is a bathroom in the hall; please change your dress and also take a bath. I will wash them up shortly.”

I had nothing to say, so I obeyed. When I returned from the bath room wrapping a towel around my waist (my dresses were in the suitcase), she was standing in the hall looking very sad.

I thought I owed an explanation. “We are friends during school days”. I sounded almost apologetic. “We met again after 10 years gap, and he wanted to celebrate. Perhaps, I should have stopped him much earlier”.

“It is okay” she replied in a matter of fact tone. “I have seen him in much worse condition”. Her words were interrupted by the deafening sound of snoring coming from my friend’s bed room. I was shocked to hear that. A wife so beautiful like her, recently married as was evident from her mangal sutra, there was no reason for my friend to behave like that.

“Why?” I wanted to know, but she ignored my question. “Here is some milk?” she extended a cup of hot steaming milk and asked “Would you like to see some TV news?”. I nodded in assent, as I had that habit of watching late night news before going to bed.

She switched on the TV, changed it to news channel and started moving towards the bathroom. “I may be late. Shall be washing your clothes & others. There is your bed room” She pointed her beautiful hand towards a closed door and I nodded. She went into the bathroom closing the door behind her and I heard the water running. She was washing my clothes, I thought sipping the milk.

She looked very beautiful, and though I felt guilty of thinking like that about a friend’s wife, I could not help remembering her wonderful body. She was very shapely, and from the contours exhibited through her night dress, I could see her breasts very firm and her back intoxicating (you know, I was already slightly intoxicated by that strong beer). She was lean but not skinny, and she had the curves that made her very sexy.

Shaking my head to drive away these thoughts, I tried to concentrate on the TV news which was discussing about the sudden drop in stock prices on that day and I got absorbed in it. I had staked lots of money in the stocks and a 5 percent drop meant a lot of money. Soon I forgot my friend and his sexy wife and was deeply into the stock market news, when I heard somebody screaming. I thought that it was my imagination and continued to view the news item which was saying that I had lost about 30% of my hard earned savings on that day itself. Right at that time, the bathroom door opened suddenly with force, and out she came running, screaming and naked.

I froze in my seat for a second, then rose quickly to receive her. She straight ran into my outstretched hands, shaking terribly, as if she had seen a something dangerous and attacking her. She could not speak and was half hysterical that I had to hold her to my chest very firmly to restrain her shivering body. I was a little worried to see her so frightened, and looked towards the bathroom door to see what was threatening her. I didn’t have to wait for long.

Out came, flying in great speed, brownish colored, a giant sized – you know what? – a Cockroach. Wizzing past with the sound of the propeller of a plane, it flew tentatively towards us, then changed course midway and went straight to the television screen and settled on it. It ran across the TV screen aimlessly and then, as if it had changed its mind, started flying again across the hall. It disappeared somewhere behind me and before I could guess where it went, it came back swiftly from behind me (I could not move, as she was hugging me tightly) and settled on her naked butts. She gave a screeching sound once again, and her body convulsed against me, as if she was experiencing a nightmare.

The cockroach started running on her mosaic back like a little child, and when I tried to catch it, it escaped and again started flying around. She was now totally out of control, her slender body writhing against me like a snake. In that melee, I lost my previous towel around my waist, leaving me very nude like her. Finally the cockroach made its way to their bed room where her husband was sleeping and did not come back.

I thought for a moment, made a quick decision, and lifting her in my hands, carried her to the room reserved for me, and laid her down on the bed.

My intention was purely to make her safe from that terrorist-cockroach. But as I saw her on the bed, lying on her back, with her entire front portion displayed in my view, my mind had gone wild. She looked very sexy to my beer-charged eyes and her boobs were very fleshy and round than I had thought earlier. Her triangular mound between her thighs was puffy, brownish, in quite contrast to her pure white body, making me crazy. I could not resist myself and jumped on the bed, beside her, started kissing her face every where, my hands feverishly working on her breasts.

For a few moments she seemed not to care, still dazed, then her eyes suddenly opened wide, and seeing my face very close to her, she immediately started to wriggle free of me, and struggled hard with her hands and legs to push me off her. But she was no match to my strength and I forced her down, kissing her on her face all the time.

“Please,” she begged me “I am your friend’s wife. Don’t do this to me. Please”. But I was far gone beyond this finer sense, aided by the intoxication of the liquor inside me.

She struggled hard for a brief time, her protests slowing down gradually as she realized my superior strength, and finally stopped fighting. But became very rigid, like a women under sedation, making no movement, lying like a dead body, but still covering her breasts with her hands and crossing her legs tightly thus hiding her golden mound effectively from me.

From the shape of her breasts and her behavior, I had a doubt about her sex life with her husband. Her breasts bore no marks of teeth or finger nails, showing that she was still almost a virgin. She was frightened at my aggression as sex seemed to be very new to her, I surmised, and decided to go slowly.

I kissed her very gently on her forehead, then her eyes, and slowly sliding down to her ears and posted a strong kiss into her ear, which should normally turn her on. She did not show any emotion, was lying like a girl suffering from coma. But I continued my solo play. Her breasts were indeed small and round, but still her hands were unable to cover them completely. I placed my fingers in the gap of her fingers and began my expert work, massaging her breast and using my thumb and index finger, slightly squeezed the nipple, as you would fondle your penis before mastrubation.

She let out a “sssssssssshhhhHH” quite inaudibly, but continued her non-cooperation.

Emboldened, I forced my fingers over her hitherto sagging breasts and continued my usual massage (as I would do to my wife) starting from the lower end, slowly sliding towards the top, squeezing the tiny nipple with two fingers. After a few seconds of massaging, I could sense her breasts and nipple becoming live, hardening and her body slowly relaxing. Then I began to kiss on her breasts (forcing her hands away, which were becoming weak) and started licking her nipple. She held her breath as my tongue played on her, passing all sides, and occasionally teasing her tender small grape-sized nipple with my teeth.

After considerable time spending on her marvelous breasts, I got down to her abdomen and my tongue started playing on her naval, probing into the small opening. Quite unexpectedly, this turned her on, and she moved her torso beneath me, very slowly, giving indication that she was getting aroused. I continued to play with her sexy naval, even as my hands were busy with her breasts.

I could sense that she was now breathing heavily. That was enough for me. My mouth moved further down to the triangle below, created by her two crossed legs, and kissed over it. As if by magic, her hands flew from her breasts, and held my hair very tightly, it hurt me, and tried to pull my head away from her golden mound.

She must have been bathing at the time of the unscheduled visit of the cockroach, as she smelt of pleasant fragrance. I now used both of my hands to force her thighs open up and after some brutal effort she gave in. My God! Once again I gasped at the excellent panoramic view that spread before me.

Hers was a very small light coloured oval shaped cunt, its opening guarded by two harmless lips, separated by a slim line that was glistening with the pre-cum liquid. There was no bushy hair, as it appeared that she had recently shaved clean. Her thighs were simply bright golden colour, and a few purple patches here and there, because of the pressure I applied to pry them open.

I bent down, and gently brushed her quivering lower lips with a slight kiss. At the touch of my lips, her body trembled and she let out a “NOOOOOOOOOO” once again. But she did nothing to ward me off and even reduced the pressure of her thighs I started kissing lightly all around her cunt, careful not to touch it, her thighs, lower abdomen and hip, and I found her getting high every minute.

I felt suffocated, my face buried between her tightly held thighs and I lifted my head up to get some air. You won’t believe it, but she pushed my head down with her hands, opening up her thighs a little wider so I could get more access to her lower lips comfortably. I wondered! How sex changes women!

Emboldened, I started licking the rim of her golden pussy, careful not to touch the centre line, but on the rim of her oval cunt,. Despite her, she began to moan, slowly moving her bottom in tune with the movement of my tongue. All the while, my hands were playing and massaging on her hip, just between the hip joint and starting of the pubic hair – an area, which I found very much arousing the women (especially my wife).

She was now really going wild, with her mouth uttering the moans quite loudly and her butts thrusting upwards, forcing me to take her vagina. Her lower mouth was now salivating freely, I felt her erect clit and rolled it between my lips as you would a tasty cherry. She cried out in pleasure. Then, I started attacking the crack with my tongue, going from the bottom of the opening, slowly going up right through the crack, an inch of my tongue digging through her opening.

“Aaaaaah”, :AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOOO” Ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhh! was her rythmic moans as my tongue went up and down that impatient slit God created in women for the use of innocent men like me. She was now shaking all over, and from the sounds she was making, I could sense that she had already started journey towards the orgasm.

It was time, I thought, and moved between her legs, taking position carefully, and placed the tip of my arrogant cock over the opening.

Her eyes opened like she was awaken from a deep sleep, and her eyes caught the view of my throbbing cock, dangling before her like a dark carrot. I took the tip of my steady cock on the opening, and pressed. It entered into her, an inch immediately, thrusting away her protesting cunt walls (because of my size). I paused for a moment, as I saw her mouth opening into a perfect “˜O’, her upper body came off the bed, her head bent backwards, her thighs opening wide and almost breathless. I could see her enjoying the sensation of my cock inside her virgin cunt and pressed further, letting my cock drowning into her very slowly.

As I guessed earlier, she was not used at all earlier by my friend, and she was not getting all the pleasure in having such a monstrous cock insider her virgin cunt.

“Oh! “OOOOOOh! Was all she could say, shaking her head wildly, unable to take in the sensation my cock was creating into her.

Finally, I settled down into her tight and eager cunt, I felt very satisfied. (My wife’s cunt was a little bigger than my prick, and often I doubted whether I was inside her or not).

I felt her inner walls of the pussy hugging and pulsating my cock in a different way I never felt before and I felt like I was doing the fucking for the first time. A new sensation started brewing into me making me very happy and lustful. Which made my cock grow further, bulging like a mid sized banana.

I could not control myself and I began to move, and I found myself making deep thrusts at her. Initially, it was measured as if I was dealing with a fresh flower, afraid that Imight hurt her, but as I lost myself in that new sensation her cunt was creating to my cock, I began to make powerful thrusts into her. I could feel my entire length riding through that slim opening like a race car, smashing into the end of her cunt tunnel, making her scream like a little school girl on a roller coaster ride for the first time. Her moans were making me mad and I increased my speed further.

I did not, could not, stop and started making long and powerful thrusts into her sweet cunt, with uncontollable vigour. Somewhere in the distance I heard her calling me “Raaja, Raajaaa, Raaajaaaaaaaa, Come da, still deep into me, come on da; yes yes like that, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, go go go go gooooooo deep into me, deeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaah yes, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaa go go I want you still deeeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”. She didn’t stop and chattered like a little girl proud about her new found toy.

For any man, who finds his women below him getting thrilled with his cock, such a wonderful sounds will make him further mad, and confident, successful and strong and would turn into a monster who would do anything to satisfy that girl below.

Like that I felt very happy at her acknowledging my strength and my techniques, which gave her so much pleasure between her thighs! She was now lifting her butts up every time my cock assaulted her, receiving my entire length into her, as if eating me fully. I was completely out of mind then, making some of the powerful strokes that I never made before this, my hips moving like a express train.

I was now working between the outstretched “V” shaped legs and still going strong, when I saw her going frenzy, her entire body moving up and down as if she was having fits, her fingers buried wildly on my back, her nails biting my flesh, and in a flash, her cunt began squirting warm sexy liquid in spurts on to me. She had hit the orgasm quite violently and her entire body was on fire, moving wildly below, all the time careful enough to receive my thrusts within her. She breathing very heavily, through mouth, deep and long, gasping for breath, making inaudible moans in between.

As she was half through that shattering orgasm, I felt my dam cracking and I flew into a mind shattering orgasm, and jets of happy liquid spurt into her enthralled cunt, drenching her thirsty pussy, going further deep into her womb, spilling over her thighs, and I was still pumping into her non stop……. I heard her still calling me something, shaking like a mating snake and my body was beyond my control, making deep strokes, still powerful jabs.

I didn’t know when we stopped. When I woke up, it was morning already and she was standing there with a cup of hot coffee in her hand, and a pleasant wife-smile on her lips.

“Good morning”, she cooed “Everything ready. Come on”.