Denise Moves In
I’ve been retired for several years now, even though I’m barely 47. I was lucky, both in business and in the market. Like a lot of guys, one of the sacrifices I made (without realizing it at the time because I was so busy ‘making a good life for us’) was my marriage. From the start I’d told Mary that I didn’t want kids. She agreed at the time, wholeheartedly. When we wed I was twenty five and she was twenty one.
About three years later she started talking about kids. I held my ground. In fact, without her knowledge, I had a vasectomy. I felt justified because she had agreed not to have children. The subject had caused quite a few arguments over the years but she eventually stopped talking about it.
By my fortieth birthday we were living in a great area in a five bedroom home she had picked out. She seemed to appreciate and enjoy the rewards of my work. It made it possible for her to lead a life of leisure: shopping, spas, lunches with her equally well off friends. I thought we were happy. We had sex several times a week, even then. And it was good sex, judging by my feelings and Mary’s reactions.
Just before the Fourth of July the next year I came home from a three day business trip to Chicago to an empty house – I mean empty. I learned from neighbors that Mary had hired movers to clean the place out. The only things left were my things and the appliances. Of course, other than the refrigerator where I found her note, she had no use for lowly appliances. We had help that did the cleaning and laundry.
The note explained that she had felt “unfulfilled” for years, racketa, racketa… Our life had become a cliché. She advised me to have my attorney contact her attorney and not to attempt any direct communication. She didn’t say where she was going or if she was going alone. Then she told me the name of her lawyer. It wasn’t even signed. I’d come to mean that little to her. I was stunned, to say the least. I settled with her and avoided paying spousal support. It cost me a bundle, but I was left with more than enough.
Anyway, all that is prologue, or maybe a ‘pre-prologue’. The meat of this story starts two years later when I met Wendy. I’d been so badly burned by my marriage I’d shied away from serious relationships. I had female friends and ‘fuck buddies’, but I always broke things off when things started to drift toward exclusivity. I missed bareback sex, but I traded that pleasure for staying healthy.
Wendy was the cousin of the wife of a friend, Brad. I went to a barbecue at Brad’s and we were introduced. She, like me, was divorced. Unlike me, however, she had kids: a stepdaughter of twenty nine and a son just turned twenty one. They were both out on their own, and in other parts of the country, so it didn’t matter much. Wendy worked as an assistant to a local lobbyist on the state level.
For some reason, being around Wendy (she called me to go for a drink the next week after the barbecue and we started dating each other exclusively) hit my heart like a sledge hammer. When I was with her I felt light-headed and giddy. Yeah, yeah, I know. You don’t have to make fun.
By the time I realized I was falling in love, it was too late. The feeling was so much more profound than I’d ever had with Mary, it was amazing. Brad didn’t know what I was worth, since I never advertised it to anybody except my accountant. He knew I was well off because of my lifestyle, but had no clue to the reality. So I was pretty sure that Wendy wasn’t after my money. From the way she dressed and spoke – of overseas trips and other things, it seemed she had some bucks of her own anyway.
She was a tiger in bed and was eager to try new things. She was multi-orgasmic – and let the whole world know it when she came. Her husband, she’d said, had been a ‘once a week man’ who climbed on did his business and climbed off. “I went a bit wild after we divorced,” she confessed to me. “I had a stable of stupid studs who were only interested in my body. Of course, that was fine with me, since all I wanted was their dicks.” Oh, that was another thing, Wendy was outspoken. In bed or out, she called a spade a spade. Sailors could have taken lessons from her.
Anyway, after we’d been seeing each other regularly for half a year, she consented to marry me when I asked. At our wedding I met Denise and Tom, Wendy’s kids. They seemed accepting of me, a fact that was confirmed when Tom took me aside to say he was relieved his mother had finally settled down again. Tom was – and still is – an architect in San Francisco. He was unmarried at the time. Denise was married and a junior partner in an advertising firm in Chicago.
Denise, though not Wendy’s biological daughter, behaved as if she was. By that I mean her gestures, expressions, and bearing (and swearing) were the echo of Wendy’s. Nurture won out over nature in her case I guess, since Wendy had raised her from the age of seven. Physically Denise resembled Wendy not at all. Where Wendy had dark hair and complexion, Denise was fair and blonde. Where Wendy was a bit heavy, Denise was only a little bit broad from hips to knee.
Actually, that magnificent ass and her strong thighs were attractive to me. I guess she had what used to be called (in a complimentary sense) a ‘pear shaped’ figure. Where her hips met her thighs there was a slight angular break that I have always admired in a woman. At the reception my eyes kept scanning the crowd in the hope of catching her facing away from me so I could gaze at that ass. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I paid mucho attention to my bride and she wasn’t neglected. But even when Wendy and I danced, I would rotate us around to find my new stepdaughter, once removed.
Okay, so you get the idea by now. This has to be a story about something happening between Denise and me. You’re right. Just after our third anniversary, two things happened almost simultaneously. The first was that Denise caught her husband in bed with his friend and racquetball buddy, Joe. She told me later that she might not have minded if he had asked her to invite Joe into their bed, but as it was, it was as bad as catching him cheating with another woman. “Hell, it probably would have turned me on to watch them suck each other’s cock,” was how she put it.
The second thing that happened to change things was that her boss got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The Feds brought him up on charges and she was suddenly out of a job. Wendy told her to come and stay with us until she found something else. Well, I’d like to think it was me that made the choice for her, but I think by then Wendy had leaked the info on our (my) financial state. She didn’t know exactly how much we had but she probably had an idea. So Denise knew she’d be no burden on us, no matter how long it took to get her feet back on the ground.
I went with Wendy to pick Denise up at the airport in Burbank. It was December and Denise was dressed for Chicago. The first thing she did was to drag Wendy into a restroom to change clothes for the 70 degree weather while I went to claim her bags. “I tied a purple ribbon to each handle, Frank,” she told me. Even though the thought crossed my mind that I’d rather watch her change, I went down to baggage claim.
I’d pulled two of the three bags off the carousel by the time they joined me. For us locals, it was winter. Most folks wore long pants, but Denise had changed to shorts and a tank top (sans bra, I noticed). We got the last bag and eventually reached home. Though we’d seen her a few times since the wedding, this was the first time Denise had visited our new house. We lived in Simi Valley on a rare three acre piece of expensive real estate. Wendy and I had hired an architect to build our home to order and it was perfect.
Of course we had a pool. When Denise arrived, however, she was disappointed to find it empty. We did maintain an eight person spa, however. Wendy and I never wore suits when we used it, but I told her I’d deign to put on the trunks I wore when we had company. “Bullshit!” she said. “You’re more comfortable naked, so she can either get used to it or stay in her room.”
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“Well, do you realize how attractive she is?” I asked. “What if I pop a hard on when we’re in the tub?”
“I don’t care,” Wendy chuckled. “At least she’ll see what a real man looks like after being married to that wimp she divorced.”
“Hmm…” I said. I didn’t say so, but I was more worried about what it might lead to, other than being seen naked by Denise. I wasn’t sure I could control myself.
My worries were for nothing the first two weeks Denise was there. The weather turned cool – too cool to use the tub, at least for me. Denise spent a few evenings in it after spending her days pounding the pavement looking for work. She had a degree in business management – the hot ticket of the eighties and nineties of the last century. So she wasn’t keen about taking something not equal to her abilities and education.
After three weeks, the weather broke and warmed up. Denise also found a position (as compared to a ‘job’) as the manager of one of the employment agencies at which she’d originally thrown her resume into the ring to find her a job. By then I was considering retirement and had been taking more and more time off. I was lying and lightly dozing in our hot tub with Wendy at my side when Denise exploded from the French doors. “I got it!” she crowed excitedly, hurrying to the edge of the tub surround. “I got the perfect job!” She explained the situation while the jets bubbled the water around us. Since the water was agitated, she wasn’t aware we were both naked. Then she noticed the absence of straps on Wendy’s shoulders.
Wendy gave me a funny smile and reached for the button to turn off the bubbles. When the water calmed, Denise’s eyes went down to peer into the water. I wasn’t hard, but that didn’t matter. I was naked and it was the first time my stepdaughter had seen me in that state. Soft, my dick is between ‘really little’ (if I’m cold) and about four and a half inches long. The diameter is probably just over an inch (I say probably because I’ve never measured…soft). Since the water was hot I was at the peak of the soft size. When her eyes lingered, the state began to change, so I reached across in front of Wendy’s tits to push the bubble button again. I was once again hidden from sight.
“Why don’t you jump in the shower and join us, honey?” Wendy said.
“Um. Okay. Just let me get out of these sweaty clothes.” She hurried back into the house.
Wendy’s hand found my still-expanding dick as I watched Denise’s incredible ass retreat into the house. “Hmm,” Wendy said. “Methinks I’ve found a large – and growing – worm.”
“Well, crap honey! What do you expect? In a few minutes I’m going to be in hot water with two – probably – naked women. After letting her know we’re naked, do you think she’s gonna wear a suit?”
“I hope not. It’s high time she realizes what we’re really like.” What she meant was that, even when we weren’t in the spa, we mostly went around the house naked. Since Denise had been there we both – not just me – had been more discreet.
“As long as you’re sure,” I said, adding, “But you realize I’m likely to get hard sometimes. What if she…tries something?” Wendy looked into my eyes and didn’t say anything for a long time.
Finally, a smile spread over her face. “Frank, I know you love me. You’ve proved it hundreds of times in a hundred different ways.” She looked away and took a deep breath. “If Denise, at thirty two, wants what a forty-something guy like you has to offer, well, as long as I don’t get kicked to the curb – or miss getting what I need – I’d guess I wouldn’t mind.” She looked back at me and laughed. “I just wouldn’t hold my breath. You’re good honey, but I doubt you could keep up with a young chick like her anyway.”
I was floored. Living in Southern California, we had friends who were into the swinging lifestyle. We’d discussed it a few times when we had been invited to parties, but had – until then – declined. Our relationship was solid, but we knew just as well that a lot of our friends were only clinging to the remnants of their marriages – and a few had dropped off the edge – after going that way. We’d agreed that we didn’t really need to become sexual surrogates for emotionally rocky people. But Wendy seemed to be saying Denise was fair game if she wanted to get laid.
Whatever I was about to say dried up in my throat as Denise emerged from the house again. She was wrapped in a towel, but there was no sign of straps over her shoulders either. My cock began to rise again. When she reached the side of the tub, I could see that her cheeks were rosy – rosier than the day’s sun could have produced, even if she’d been laying out in it, which she hadn’t. She was nervous. I reached for my glass and poured it full of the Cabernet Wendy and I had been drinking. I handed it to Denise with what I hoped was a loving smile. She took it, downed it, handed it back to me, and whipped off the towel.
Even now I can remember how my breath caught in my throat in that second. Denise was magnificent – all over. Her small breasts sat high and proud on her chest. Her belly tapered smoothly to a narrow waist – narrower than I’d seen for years. Then her hips – those wide, ‘baby-making’ hips flared out to her leg joints where that break I mentioned at the joint took place. Then her thighs tapered again down to below the side of the spa. Wendy gripped my erection under the water, hidden by the bubbles. I was hard as a rock. She stroked me as she said, “Bravo, baby. Come on in. The water’s fine!” Her hand squeezed me painfully, but, I knew from our conversation, lovingly, before releasing me.
Denise stepped into the water. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a ’landing strip’ just above her slit and her labia spread open as she straddled the edge of the tub. Wendy shaved bare – in fact she’d convinced me to do the same due to choking pubic hairs when she went down on me – so it was a novelty to see Denise’s sparse fur. Then she was in the water across from us. As I said, it was an eight person tub, so there was plenty of separation. Yet, within a few minutes I felt a foot against mine. I looked at Wendy, whose eyes were closed as she leaned back against the padded edge. I looked at Denise, whose eyes were looking straight at me. She was smiling. The foot moved over mine, stroking. She smiled. I smiled back and put my other foot on top of hers. She grinned and we played footsies for a while, my erection throbbing all alone – and invisible – under the hot water.
The next day I stayed home again. Wendy said over coffee that she had a date with her friend Monica to go to some art show opening. Wendy was hot for art – especially the work of new, local artists. Since Denise had found her job, and it didn’t start for a few days, she was still sleeping when Wendy drove off. Of course I couldn’t pry my thoughts away from the previous evening. It had ended respectably enough when we all got out of the tub, dried off and separated to our rooms. My stiff cock finally found its refuge in Wendy’s very wet pussy and we’d dropped into the well of sleep.
On the deck in my robe, I watched a doe step gracefully across our back lawn and sipped my coffee. She looked up at me when I brought the cup to my lips, but she didn’t bolt. Instead, she continued her graceful, grazing pace until she disappeared again into the pines.
Still I sat and recalled the shape and feeling of the night before. Wendy had given me permission to fuck Denise. I wondered about that. The ramifications were way too complicated. Was she fucking someone else (or did she want to?), and giving me the go-ahead salved her conscience? I didn’t think so, but it was possible. The thought chilled me. Screwing Denise wasn’t that important to me. Nothing in Wendy’s behavior was new. She went to lunch and other things with her friends often enough that there was no break in her behavior. Still, it was odd.
I took a fresh cup of coffee to the den and booted up the computer. I wasn’t about to take for granted the hot tub nudity and Denise’s little game of the previous evening as the way things would be from then on. I just didn’t want to assume something that would make things difficult for us all.
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I booted up the computer and checked my email messages. Most of it was crap, despite my anti-spam settings. There were some jokes from friends and only one real message. It was from Wendy. According to the time stamp, she sent it just after arriving at work.
“Frank: I meant what I told you last night. I also know what Denise was doing under the bubbles. I had a little chat with her this morning, so she knows everything you guys do is okay with me. If you want to know, she gave me a big hug and giggled. If she’s awake, she’s waiting for you right now in her room. Have a “ball”!!!”
I closed the window. Picking up my cool coffee, I walked to the window. As the pictures from the night before rolled through my mind my dick began to tent out the front of my robe. I tugged the sash loose and freed it. I stroked my smoothness while I stood there. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Denise said behind me. Without thinking about my stiff cock in my hand, I spun around, startled. Her eyes took in the picture as I took in her nakedness.
“Wow…hey, I can come back later if you want,” she said, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. I realized how it looked then. It looked pretty much the way it was, except I hadn’t really been jerking off. I’d been trying to decide whether Wendy’s suggestion was really a good thing. My hand had dropped away but my dick still waved in the air lewdly. Denise’s tongue slipped out between her lip and, maybe subconsciously, licked from left to right. I raised my arms and Denise came to me.
“I got tired of waiting,” she whispered in my ear. I kissed, and then licked, the side of her soft neck. She tasted salty, the sweet perspiration of slumber. I kissed her lips then. She pulled back but kept hold of my hand. Leading the way she took me to her room. She stepped to one side and tugged me forward, so that I flopped onto the bed. She pounced on me, straddling my chest. I caught a trace of her musk then, making my mouth water.
I put my hands under her haunches and urged her toward my face. “But I haven’t showered yet, Frank,” she protested, resisting. I smiled and pulled harder. She made a sort of growling noise and her eyes widened, but she stopped resisting. Indeed, she came eagerly to my lips then and caught hold of the headboard, squatting above me. Between grunts and moans as I lapped her fragrant juices, she gasped, “Mom…told me…” she spread her thighs completely open to me and pressed down hard. “…She said you were…good at this, but…” She let out a wail as she reached her climax. I sucked hard, my mouth covering her completely. The salty, viscous evidence of her orgasm slid from her and into my mouth.
She rolled to the left and I followed. Grasping her ankles, I jerked her down so I could fuck her. That’s what I did. There was no “lovemaking” between us that time. It was simple lust and its ache to be satisfied. Her cunt opened to my stiff cock and I thrust deeply, again and again, until I spurted deep inside her. She’d come twice more as I fucked her, the second time releasing a flow which I’d ever known before.
We kissed. She swept the hair from my eyes and looked into my eyes. “God, I wish I’d met you before Mom did…” She bit her lower lip and stopped there. I slid out of her heated depths and moved down her body, kissing and licking my way between her thighs. “Frank! But I’m all…I thought you…” She stopped when I tugged roughly at her short hairs.
“I did,” I said, but my voice was hampered by the pressure of her thighs against my cheeks. I delved deep again, sucking up our juices. The salty mix was one of my favorite things about sex. We rolled around, moaning and groaning until there was no more spunk inside her. Once again, she sat atop me when I was done. Reaching behind her sweaty ass, she found my newly stiffened prick. Her eyes lit up. “Wow,” she whispered.
I rolled her to the side again and started to “remount”. “Wait,” she gasped, reaching for the nightstand. “I use this with my vibrators,” she said, bringing out a bottle of lube.
“I think you’re wet enough, honey,” I protested. She held me back still and squirted some of the oil into her other palm.
She smeared it thickly along my shaft and then lowered it. I watched as she bypassed her oozing slit, centering me on her puckered ass hole. “I want you in my ass, mister. I’ve never let another living cock in there. Vibrators, yes, but never a hard prick.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I felt her sphincter loosen and she pulled me inside the scalding heat of her rectum. I obliged by pressing deeper, but she said, “Wait, just a second. Let’s roll over.”
Outside her again I watched as she squatted over me, raising my cock up. She was panting as she sank down, inch by inch until her cheeks rested against my hips. She leaned forward and licked the drying juices from around my mouth before plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. She started fucking herself then, rising and falling. At first she moved gingerly, carefully, but she increased her speed as she got used to my thickness in her bowels.
She pressed my shoulders and raised up then. Another growl escaped her then. This one was more the sound of an animal than the first. “Fuck my ass!” she screamed. “Fuck me as hard as you fucked my pussy!”
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Taking her at her word (as if I had much choice by then) I rolled her from me with the next thrust and followed. I grabbed her legs and raised them, spreading them as wide as I could without injury. I pounded her. Over and over I stabbed her ass. My balls slapped against her round cheeks. She whimpered and tears leaked from her squinted eyelids. I slowed then, afraid I was really hurting her. But she gasped and grabbed my hips. “No! Keep fucking me! Split me if you want to!” I resumed my assault.
The truth was that it was my first anal sex. My first wife wouldn’t hear of it. Wendy…well, she had always said that, “maybe, someday…”, though she didn’t mind my tongue or finger sliding into her there. She even claimed to enjoy tonguing my hole – I know I sure like it. I wondered if Denise could convince her after this. I sure hoped so, because as I came inside her again, the aching pleasure behind my balls thrilled me. She still held my hips when I started to slide out. “Go slow,” she gasped. “I’m kind of sore.”
“I imagine you are,” I replied. I inched from her, marveling at the gaping hole where her rosebud used to be. As I watched she flexed and the hole began to shrink again. As it closed, a thin rivulet of semen oozed out. I held her gaze as I lowered my lips to the greasy hole and, once again, “cleaned up my mess”. She laughed and gripped her own thighs, wriggling her hips.
“You are such a nasty, nasty mother fucker!” She yelped. “And I absolutely LOVE it! My mom is so-o-o lucky!” She rolled to her feet and pulled me up next to her. Leading me by my dirty cock, she led us to the shower. When she soaped my balls and cock, I started to harden again. “Oh, no, you don’t. I can’t take any more right now.” She slapped at it with the washrag, which I found strangely erotic.
We dried off but went naked to the kitchen, where Denise made us a huge omelet. I sat sipping coffee, enjoying watching her move around. I really enjoyed it when she bent forward to get onion and peppers from the crisper. Her pussy gapped open a little. She giggled and wiggled her hips. I realized she’d caught me staring. She was looking at me over her shoulder with a grin.
After we ate, Denise dressed and said she had some errands to run. Alone again, I returned to my computer to write this tale. By the time Wendy got home, the barbecue was ready and Denise had a salad made. Wendy dropped her coat on the chair by the door as Denise – naked as birth again – rushed her mother and grabbed her in a bear hug. She smacked kisses all over Wendy’s cheeks. My wife grinned at me wryly as she said, “I’m just guessing, but I believe I detect the side effects of a bit of “Frank magic” in the air. She inhaled dramatically before adding, “No, no, I guess it’s just the stench of lust and sex in the air.” She pushed her daughter away, but leaned on her shoulder as she used her other hand to pull off her shoes.
Wendy showered and retuned to the kitchen just as I was pulling the steaks off the grill. We sat at the redwood table on the deck and ate. The sky turned orange, and then a deep blue before it faded to starry black. Wendy and Denise took the cover off the hot tub while I cleared the dishes. When I got back outside it seemed as if Wendy’s cheeks were more flushed than the heat rising from the water could account for. She grabbed my dick and pulled me down next to her on the bench. She kissed me – hard – before se said, “Denise told me all about your morning…all about it.”
I glanced at Denise and saw her grinning back at me. Then I felt her foot in my crotch again. I spread my legs, which alerted Wendy. She slapped at her daughter’s insolent foot. “Huh-uh, baby, it’s Mama’s turn tonight. To me, she said, “You better have saved some for me Magic Man. Denise makes you sound like Superman.”
I grabbed her nipple and gave it a pinch. “Sure, but I think a mother who lets her daughter get fucked in the ass by dirty old men should be punished.” Wendy gets hot when she gets her ass spanked.
“Ooh!” Denise squealed. “Do I get to watch?”
“Huh-uh,” Wendy said, lust filling her eyes. “But you’re free to listen. It’s gonna be pretty noisy tonight.” She turned and straddled my lap, taking my stiff cock in hand as she kissed me again. “Come on Superman. I’m extra horny tonight.” We got out of the water and Wendy led me down the hall and, still dripping wet, we tumbled onto the bed.
She spread her fleshy cheeks over my lap. “I’ve been a very, very bad girl, Frank,” she moaned as she ground her hips against my hard on. By the time my hand had delivered several stinging swats to her wet ass, I caught sight of my stepdaughter lurking in the shadows in the hall. Her hand was buried in her crotch. I knew I was going to have to get in shape for my new life.
The End
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Backdoor Bang
Late Sunday afternoon at my Lake Peate camp in the bogs, I sat in a deck chair watching her below, sunning herself on the dock. I’d been downing icy-cold Mexican beer without the lime one after the other. Without limes, because I couldn’t be bothered with them even though I had them on the cutting board. That’s right; I was that lazy and it was all because it had been one mother of a hot day. It was going to be a ball-sticking sweltering night too. Summers in the bogs were always like that, a person had to be born here in order not to boil red like crayfish in a pot.
The beer drinking hadn’t been the only thing occupying my mind; the girl on the dock with the longest, sexiest tawny legs I’ve ever seen kept me half-mast in the shorts all day with every subtle move. While she baked face down in the sun, I could see that those stems reached high to a tight, little, round ass. It kept me mesmerized as she flexed occasionally and relaxed. Though I coveted the back view, her front inspired a stone hard erection as well, with those legs leading to flared hips, a narrow waist then natural round tits that were larger than a mouthful. I hated fake tits; I’d rather smaller ones than silicon any day. Her tan lines would be obvious since I never saw her un-tie her bikini straps the entire time she was toasting.
Good.
Stark white lines were hotter than an all-over tan—or so I thought, as my imagination had licked every sexy inch of her. With hooded eyes, I stared then unexpectedly; she sat up, looked over to me, and flashed a brilliant smile. She removed her large brimmed hat and let red hair spill out where it cascaded down her shoulders in a flaming wave. I swallowed. Nice asses and redheads were my weakness.
“You’re Dylan, right?” she asked.
Taken aback that she knew my name, I choked on my beer because I thought I’d been sly with my peeping. “That’s right.” I managed to say, hoping that I didn’t look like a total moron. “Hmm, you know me, so who are you?”
“Why baby, I thought you knew me inside-out by now, the way you were staring, burnin’ holes into me!”
I grinned; not remotely embarrassed now that she caught me ogling her. “Well, all that skin gave me reason, y’know. Wanna come on up?” I indicated the deck I was on, trying to be smooth, playing like I could care less if she did or not. “I’ve got a few more long necks. I’ll cut you a lime and that’s something for me to offer since I don’t like em’ myself.”
“Then why do you have the limes then, silly?”
Shrugging, I sipped my beer, “Haven’t the foggiest.”
The redhead was obviously a local with her accent, though I hadn’t seen her around. If I had, I’d been all over her. I wondered where she’d been hiding in the bogs, she must have been visiting family, living in the city since I knew everyone and everyone’s business—not that I was a nosy bastard or anything, it was just that small of a community. Wherever she was from, I thought I was lucky to have found myself in the company of such a fine-ass looking girl. She got up from her towel and rinsed her toes in the lake, gathered her things and came up the steps. I tried to stand, but sat right back down hard in the chair. It turned out that I was drunker than I originally thought. She laughed at my clumsiness.
“Hmmm,” she gave me a sexy lopsided grin. “I best not let you mess with that lime cuttin’. You’re likely to slice your thumb clean off.”
The redhead put her things down, and walked past me. The smell of exotic coconuts floated in her wake. She cut her own lime, opened the beer, and shoved it down the neck of the bottle with her thumb and turned over the bottle to get the limejuice to mingle with the Mexican beer. She flipped the bottle upright again, spraying both her and me a little. She smirked and took a long swallow. I realized she still hadn’t told me her name, not that it was really important.
“Mmm, yummy,” she eyed me rather than the beer and swiped the beer spill off her chest with a finger, which she popped into my mouth. “Delish?”
An aroused kick bumped the fly of my shorts, as I tasted beer, salt and coconuts then lastly her skin, which had me groaning. I couldn’t wait to bite into her ass as I knew how this scene was going to play out. She took off her bikini top and finally revealed her amazing natural tits I’d being gawking at all day. They were heavy with dark pink, puffy nipples and they caused me pain, as I was torn between sinking my teeth into them or her delicious bubble butt.
“Dylan, just what were you thinkin’ about when you were staring at me, huh? Something dirty, eh? Got you horny, didn’t I?
The redhead sat down on my lap facing me. She was bold and I liked that because reality was turning out to be much better than any of the drunken fantasies I had of her earlier. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pushed me back into my chair with her body pressed to mine. She kissed me hot and hard, invaded my mouth and I thrust back, aching for something more than tongues as she had me so damned turned on that my cock pounded.
“Oh honey, I violated you all right,” I croaked, fumbling with my fly. “A thousand times upside-down and side-ways.”
“Uh-huh, let me help you with that,” she unzipped me.
Not likely to be ignored any longer; my cock sprang out from the confines of rough cotton shorts to smooth female thighs. She pushed back a side of the crotch of her bikini and inserted a finger inside of her then swiped her girly juice across my lips and pushed her finger into my mouth. I sucked on her finger, curling my tongue around her and groaned at her flavor—musky with a hint of sweet. Her hand wrapped around my dick and her small fist pumped up and down while her other hand wandered down between us then cupped my balls. She lightly rolled and fondled them at first but as my breathing became jerky, she handled me rougher.
Breathing hard, I sent my thoughts elsewhere as her hand job had me close to blowing my load before I was ready. Thankfully, she relented, or so I thought, and raised herself onto my dick easily as she was slick as I was hard. She gave a long sigh, rolled and ground her hips, drawing me into her deeply. She slid up and down my cock, making guttural sounds, which only made it more difficult to keep in control. Red hair flew back and forth; as she whipped her head around, turning more furious each time, she banged her ass against my thighs. I didn’t have to do a damn thing as she was bent on achieving her goal and quickly too.
“Put the brakes on, dumbass. . .not yet,” I bit my lip as I reached around and tugged on my scrotum, a technique that did in fact slam the brakes. “Oh, ya. Not done with you yet, honey.”
The redhead sounded more animalistic than human. She panted, squealed, pushed her tits into my face and a dark pink nipple into my mouth and demanded that I bite it.
“Oh god, bite harder!”
I obliged and her girl juices gushed as soon as I did. I livened up then, I wasn’t about to get off yet. No longer in my drunken haze, I stood up with her legs wrapped around my waist. With a sweep of my arm, I cleared the table of the many emptied beer bottles, knocking them to the ground with a loud clatter. Amazingly enough, they didn’t shatter. The table threatened to give way as I nearly slammed her body on top with the momentum of me standing and my horny adrenaline jacked up. I didn’t care if our public fucking was visible to onlookers in the dusky light; neither did she, grunting her approval of my roughness.
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Mashing my hips against hers, I crushed our pelvis hard enough that it made her teeth click together. I hiked her ass high, slipped in deep and out, deliberately rubbing that infamous, elusive G-spot. She had an arm slung over her pretty, euphoric-distorted face that had imminent orgasm written all over it. She bit her own arm in crazy passion, kept saying my name over and over again.
Funny, I still didn’t know hers, but frankly, I didn’t care by now as long as I was doing her.
The bump and grind on the sensitive area inside of her had her squealing, though she was so slippery by now I was nearly numb to the sensation. I turned her over to get the view I really wanted. She had a tight ass that mesmerized me. Sweat gleamed on her back and quickly made a pool the base of her spine. I leaned over and licked her and grazed teeth across a peach-fuzzed butt cheek.
“Can I fuck you in the ass?” I croaked, my throat lust glazed.
“Gah. . . dayum,” she thrust her ass, making it a bigger, rounder target. “You can do whatever you want to me now.”
“Oh, yaaa.” I said under my breath, rubbing her excited slickness from her thrashed slit and twisted into her puckered hole. “Hell, that’s nice. Real nice.” I slid the head of my cock along the crack of her ass, where it drooled its lubricant.
The redhead hissed, “Oh fuck me in the ass, Dylan, do it now. Please, please. . . oh god.”
With the combination of her wetness and my own oozing with each draw along her split, I got her ready. Her hole was ready for more than my thumb; it clamped down while I was busy working it, cranking it around, adding a finger. She pushed back, wanting more of what I was giving her.
The greedy slut hunched her hips; butt-fucking herself with my hand. “More, give me more!”
I removed my fingers. “More you say?” I poked an inch of my girth into her then out before I curled an arm around her slim waist and thrust all the way. “There’s more, you filthy little slut. How’s that?”
“Uh-uh, uh. . .ya, ya,” she gave me a little piggy grunt, squealing with each upswing. “Oh, that’s it baby. Just like that!”
The redhead had some great ass, much tighter than her over punished slit. It felt like a muscled sheath that throttled my dick with every drive. I was fascinated at how incredible she felt. To increase the power of my ass thrashing, I grabbed her two-handed, digging fingers into her hips and pulled her onto my erection.
“Omigod, harder,” panting, she turned to look at me. “I’m going come any second, do me harder, I really want to feel it!”
“I’ll give you a pounding all right,” I barked a laugh, though it was difficult, with the air I dragged into my lungs scorching my throat with every breath.
Smirking wickedly, I gave one cheek an open-palm slap and fucked frantically, almost pushing her off the table. She didn’t complain, she liked it and squealed as she met my battering. Several spank-thrusts later, she was flaming hot.
“Oooh, I’m gonna—” The redhead’s ass contracted hard, as she moaned something unintelligible.
The heat off her ass came in waves against my stomach as I leaned over her back. “Dammit, me too.” I bit her on one shoulder blade. She bucked and twisted beneath me, allowing different angles of her incredible ass.
The redhead didn’t quite hear me, but she moaned in agreement. So close to orgasm, I buried deeper and lifted her with each forward draw. She made it harder on me too by flexing her super toned gluteals. The more she contracted, the more force I put into fucking her fine ass. Then suddenly, the pleasure’s intensity hit its peak. The evil slut reached back with one hand and lightly teased my balls with her fingernails. We fucked like mad for a minute more until crazy babble burst out of me.
“Ahh, jeezus fuck, ya. . .”
With that tickling trick of hers, I pulled back suddenly and spurt over her plump, peachy rump. My load came in jerky spurts and with the last spasm; I knocked her flat onto the table, which, unable to take our combined weight, finally collapsed beneath us in loud, sharp snap that echoed through the bog. We both laughed as I rolled over onto my back and saw stars in the literal sense. We had been going at it, not noticing the moon had risen, and long enough that I was no longer drunk. I lay there, pleasantly pulsing, dick wet, catching a cool breeze that made me shiver out of refreshing delight and I dried with crusty ejaculate.
“Are you still alive?” I nudged her.
“Mmm,” she turned over slightly wincing, rubbing her ass from my fucking and the sharp edges of the broken table. “Still deciding.”
I got up and helped her too. Finding my legs were difficult from the excellent fucking and I fell back into my lounger, heavily breathing, heart thumping, and cock still throbbing. I smiled a sly smile as she grabbed her towel and wiped my spunk off her ass. She slipped back into her little cotton dress.
“Thanks Dylan,” she coyly smiled, “You were magnificent, and the first great straight lay I’ve had in a long while.”
The comment she made of the ‘straight lay’ did not fall on deaf ears, thinking to myself that my roommate, a lipstick lesbian, would take great pleasure in her also, “Bi? My roommate and you would get along just as well as we did.” I chuckled, finding a beer on the deck rail and polished off the remainder of her drink with lime.
“Funny, that’s what she said about you.” she laughed.
“H-huh, wh-what?” I stupidly sputtered.
Leaning over to me, she whispered into my ear, “That’s how I knew your name, silly,” she licked the outer edge of my ear. “Alisha knows I am bi and she knew you couldn’t resist me, that you’d get off on the bisexual-lesbian twist.”
I was taken a bit off kilter, but was rather amused by my roomy’s and her girlfriend’s idea of fun with me. “Ya, something of a fetish slash obsession of mine to fuck a girl that Alisha, a.k.a, Lish the Dish has done.”
We both shared a dirty little laugh at that. She picked up her stuff, gave me a quick kiss, pressed a card into my hand, and disappeared into the night. Soon after she left, my mobile phone rang. I answered, already knowing who it was before even hearing her voice.
“Hey there.” Lish knowingly purred.
“I liked her, Lish.” I said with an audible smile plastered across my mug.
“I knew you would because you can’t resist a leggy chick with a tight ass anymore than I can.”
“You know me all too well. Thanks for sharing.”
“That’s the first and last time I’ll share. Dylan, you do know that it was a joke don’t you?” She paused, “I won’t be sharing again.”
“Oh really.” I stated, not really asking.
“Well yes,” her confidence wavered.
I looked at the card the girl had given me before she left. Her name was Abby and I now had her phone number as well as an address to continue this sharing joke of Lish’s.
Grinning, I said, “Abby left me her calling card.”
Lish inhaled sharply, sounding shocked at the other end of the line. ‘Grrr’ is all she replied in response.
Lish didn’t have to say anything more. I could tell I wasn’t supposed to even know Abby’s name. “I’ll be home in a couple more days. If you want to know where your girl is, just call over here.”
I pushed ’end’ on my mobile, smiled, satisfied with myself and went into the cabin for a good night’s sleep, sure to dream of Abby, a little tasty something-something from my roomy.
The End
Seduction of the Grocery Boy
Debbie was a 38 year-old divorcee. She had been alone for the past five years. Her divorce settlement had left her with a paid-off mortgage, and enough alimony that, with the income from her job, she could live comfortably, if not extravagantly.
She dated very little. Not that she had any sort of problem attracting men. She was a very attractive blonde, with the firm figure of a woman in her early twenties. Since the divorce, she had just not met any men that she found interesting enough to become involved with, apart from the few times that she had found a man attractive enough to sleep with. The old sexual urges, she had to satisfy herself, with the toys she kept in her night stand.
Richard was an eighteen-year old boy. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build. He finished high school that spring, and he was spending his summer doing odd jobs, and filling grocery bags at the neighborhood Safeway Store.
His parents were financially well off enough to pay for his college tuition and books. They had how ever flat out refused to pay for the extras, like partying. He would have to earn the money for that himself.
Debbie stopped by the store to do her weekly grocery shopping. She couldn’t help but notice handsome, young, Richard loading grocery bags, as she went through the check-out.
After loading her groceries, Richard smiled up at her and asked if he could help her load the bags into her car?
“Yes” she responded, " it would be wonderful to have the help of a nice strong young man."
She followed Richard out to her car. As she followed, she admired his nice tight butt, in his blue-jeans that were a little small for him. His muscular shoulders and back seemed to ripple as he walked. The more she watched him move, the hotter she got for him. Debbie knew then she had to have him. But how? Her mind raced to figure some way, she pretended to be confused about where she left her car.
Her helpless female act continued until she had a rough plan formed in her anything but helpless mind.
Debbie finally led Richard to her car.
Then, after the groceries were loaded into her trunk, she reached into her purse and gave Richard, a five dollar bill.
“Would you mind terribly if I asked you a favor? I’ll pay you for your trouble,” she said. “Would you come home with me and help me unload all these groceries?”
Richard looked at her, with a confused look on his face. “I don’t know lady, I’m still working.”
“Debbie,” she said. “Call me Debbie. When you say lady, it brings to mind an eighty year old spinster.” Debbie’s mind was racing. “Please help me with these.” again falling into her helpless female act. “If you do I’ll give you ten dollars and a ride back to work.”
Richard smiled at the prospect of earning another ten dollars from this woman. “Well I get off in another ten minutes. If you don’t mind waiting? I’ll go and tell the manager you need help at home with your groceries, and see if he will let me clock out ten minutes early, to help a customer.”
“Of course I can wait, Richard” she grinned. “You go and square it with your boss and I’ll wait right here.”
Debbie was smiling from ear to ear as she waited for the handsome young man. She couldn’t wait to see for herself what was under those tight sexy blue-jeans. She was still working out the details of her plan in her head, when Richard came out of the store’s front door and walked to her car.
Richard got in the passenger’s door and away they went.
They chatted while they drove to Debbie’s house. She asked Richard if he had any girl-friends.
He told her that, yes, he had a steady girl-friend all through high school. Now,though, they were headed for different colleges. So they had decided to each go their own way so that they each could be free to enjoy the social life of college.
“Oh, so, you don’t have someone to take care of the physical needs a strong healthy young man like you must be having.”
As she drove, Debbie glanced down at the bulge in Richard’s jeans. It took all of her will power to keep her eyes on the road and not reach over and touch him.
After taking the long way home they drove into Debbie’s garage and she closed the automatic door. To keep any nosey neighbors from seeing, she had a man with her.
After Richard unloaded the car, he helped Debbie put the groceries away.
Debbie told Richard to follow her into the bedroom to get his money.
Once in the bedroom she told him to have a seat on the bed. The room and bed were made up but laying across the bed spread was a sheer powder blue negligee, that she had laid out to wear that night.
Richard looked at the garment and was immediently turned on by the thought of this beautiful woman wearing such a garment.
Richard’s glance did not go unnoticed by Debbie as she took a seat close to him on the bed.
“Do you like it?” she asked as she reached over Richard, picking it up and slowly drawing it across his lap.
“It’s as beautiful as you are,“Richard blushed at the boldness of his last statement.
“Well thank you, Richard. You are so sweet to pay me such a compliment.” She was delighted with their progress so far. She reached across, and brushed away a loose lock of hair that had fallen onto his forehead. She caressed his cheek with her palm and looked deep into his eyes. “You are such a handsome young man,” she whispered into his ear.
Richard, was trembling in her caress.
She pressed her lips against his in a soft gentle kiss, even though she was hungry for him. She didn’t want to frighten him off by moving too fast. Not now. Not when she was so close to having him.
Debbie’s attentions were definitely having their effect on poor Richard; he was beside himself with need. Even though he was confused about what this lovely woman was doing to him, he didn’t want her to stop.
Debbie dropped her hand down to Richard’s lap. She lightly traced the outline of his growing cock. She reached under his shirt and explored his muscular chest with her inquisitive fingertips. My God, he is beautiful, she thought to herself. He has the face and body of a young god.
“Do you really like my blue negligee,” she asked?
“Oh yes,” Richard cried. “I think it is very pretty.”
“Would you like to see it on me?” She teased, pressing down on his hardening cock and moving her hand in circles around it. There was no man on earth, who could have resisted the slow and heavenly torture she was subjecting him to.
Richard could only nod his head. He was so choked up with his confused emotions, he couldn’t talk.
Debbie stood only a couple of feet directly in front of Richard. She started her slow strip-tease, milking all the lust she could make for him. She undid her blouse one agonizing button at a time. When it was finished, she spread the garment open, revealing her perfect 38C breasts, restrained by a black lacy bra. She bent at the waist. Showing him the titty flesh that spilled up over the top of her brassiere. The mounds of soft breast flesh only inches from his nose. She flexed her shoulders inward, giving him a better view of her deep cleavage.
Richard’s mouth went dry as he watched the show Debbie was giving him.
Debbie stood up and reached down to her side. She unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall to the floor at her feet.
Richard could see the damp spot in the crotch of her matching panties.
Debbie stepped in close to his face and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his nose into her panties and started to gently grind her crotch into Richard’s nose.
He stuck out his tongue and licked at the damp spot in her panties. Debbie threw back her head and hissed with lust. She was overjoyed with the idea that without any sort of coaching from her he had licked her pussy through her panties.
He knew about oral sex. She was delighted with the knowledge that soon he would be licking and sucking her clit. That was just too much to believe. She would have to have this young love god over and over again. “Oh my god, where did you learn that?” she gasped as she stepped back away from his wonderful tongue for just a little while. She was trembling with sexual hunger.
He looked up at her and said. “My high school girl friend and I did that all the time,” he smiled. “That way we could satisfy our needs, without risking her getting pregnant. She would suck me off, and I would lick her pussy and clit until we both got off. I kind of like the taste.”
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“That is wonderful, Richard,” she exclaimed. “Would you mind if we did that later to satisfy our needs as well?” Debbie held her breath waiting for his answer.
“Yeah, sure I love it when a girl takes me into her mouth and licks and sucks me, until I squirt my cum right down her throat. I love the taste of a girl, too, when her juices spill into my mouth. I just keep right on licking and sucking until she pushes me off her.”
“You are such a treasure,” Debbie told him.
Her strip-tease was forgotten for the moment. “I am so glad that I asked you to come home with me and help me. Yes, and what a help you are going to be.” She was laughing with joy Then she stepped forward into him. She pushed his shoulders back until he was laying flat on his back with his legs hanging down off the edge of the bed.
She slipped to her knees between his legs and wasted no time in reaching for his trouser belt. Working quickly, she unhitched his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers. Then pulled down the zipper. Debbie was surprised and pleased to find that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Next she removed his sandals, and yanked his trousers down and off his legs.
Debbie’s eyes were almost glowing, as she took a good look at his manhood. She licked her lips, in anticipation of taking this beautiful cock deep into her hungry mouth. She would gobble him down her throat and leisurely savor the taste of him. It stood straight up in the air like an eight and a half inch flag pole. Instead of the thick coarse pubic air of an older man. His was soft, almost like peach down. The cock wasn’t as thick as some she had seen, but the crown was shaped exactly like an arrowhead. Starting almost like a point and then broadening out much bigger than the shaft that supported it. She could hardly wait to feel it inside her pussy. First she had to taste him.
Richard was leaning up on his elbows, watching every move. “Ma’am, uh, uh I mean Debbie. Could I see your tits?”
Debbie looked up at him, smiling the soft smile of a mother to her child. “Why sure baby. You can see anything you want to see. After all I’ve seen you. It is only fair that you see all of me as well.” She reached behind her and undid her bra hook. The bra slid down and off her arms. It came to rest in her lap.
Richard lay there admiring Debbie’s beautiful breasts. They were much larger than any he had ever seen before. The nipples stuck out over half and inch, and came to a point at their tips. He wished he would be allowed to play with them. Richard remembered his old high-school girl friend loved to have her breasts touched and the nipples sucked. Her breasts were like anthills compared to these mountains of fresh.
Debbie decided to tease Richard with her breasts before starting his blow job. She cupped each mound in her hands. She lifted them and jiggled them at him, making the nipples bounce up and down. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw the hunger in his eyes. She would have to let him play with them after she finished sucking him off. Not that she would mind that in any way. She loved a man to lick and suck on her breasts.
Finally, she leaned forward and took hold of his cock. She lifted the shaft out of the way and started with licking his balls. She took one ball at a time into her mouth, humming. This caused small vibrations through his balls directly to his brain. The effect of this was predicable. He moaned with pleasure.
Debbie started licking up and down his shaft. Whipping it with her tongue. She paid particular attention to the crown. Licking just under the crown to that very sensitive spot. Then she tried to force just the tip of her tongue into his pee hole. Debbie formed her lips into an oval and took just the crown into her mouth. She sucked intensely, like she was trying to suck a thick milk shake through a small straw.
Richard lifted his hips, trying to get more of his cock into her sucking mouth.
Debbie moved her head up and down. Each time taking a little more of his raging cock deeper into her mouth. She wrapped one hand around the base. Holding the shaft steady, while she tickled his scrotum with the finger tips of the other hand.
Soon she was plunging her mouth up and down his entire cock, pushing her nose into his peach down.
Richard had his hands down at his sides, digging his finger nails into the bedding. He was trying to hold back his climax as long as he could, hoping to make this pleasure last as long as possible. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls, though he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum soon,” he warned her.
“Let it cum, baby. I want you to cum. I just have to taste your cum. Then feel it go down my throat, and fill my empty belly.”
Richard pushed his hips against her sucking lips.
Debbie started moving her lips up and down his shaft in a frenzy. She started masturbating him with her hands She let her saliva dribble down the shaft to lubricate his cock.
The cum in Richard’s balls started to boil over. “Here it comes,” he moaned. “I can feel it cumming.”
He exploded into her waiting mouth like a cannon. First a steady stream of the thick, white jizz.
“Mmmmm!! You taste wonderful. Like a fine wine. Oh yummy, so good, so very good.”
Debbie swallowed his cum as fast as she could. But there was no way she could keep up with the flow. Some of it spilled out of her mouth, and dribbled down her chin. She caught it with her fingers and scooped it back into her mouth. When the flow finally stopped, she licked him clean making sure she got every bit of his essence.
After she was sure that she had gotten all of it, she stood up. She looked down at him smiling, while she played with herself through her panties. She put her hands inside the elastic and slowly worked the panties down, and off her legs. She was soaked, and she spread the lips with her fingers and started playing with the swollen clit.
Richard watched her masturbating for a few minutes and shyly asked her. “Do you think, I mean would it be alright, if I lick you like you just licked me.”
She smiled down at his sweet innocense. His lack of self-assurance, she found most intriguing. She knew that he would do anything she asked of him. It made her almost want to mother him, rather then make love to him. If only he would stay this way. Women would kill to have such a man. Self confidence was fine in a man, but when it became arrogance, she became totally turned off by such mocho crap.
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“You can do anything you want with me, Richard. You can lick me, touch me, suck me, or fuck me. I would just love it if you played with my breasts or my pussy. Right now I’m dripping in anticipation of you making love to me.”
She climbed into bed with him, pressing her naked body in close to his warm hard body. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his mouth passionately. Then she pressed his head down and rolled onto her back, giving him total access to both of her breasts.
He followed her lead, leaning over her, as he caressed one breast with his gentle hands while he licked the other and sucked in her erect nipple. He alternated between breasts, licking first one and then the other.
Debbie was gasping for air. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands and mouth. “Oh yes, baby, suck mommy’s breasts. Just like my little baby sucking his dinner out of me. It feels so nice, sweetheart. So very good.”
Richard slowly moved his hand down over her body. His fingers crept from her rib cage, across her tummy towards his goal.
Debbie was going crazy with anticipation when she felt the tips of his finger comb through her pubic hairs. She gasped when she felt his fingers ever so gently brush up and down the lips of the vagina. She could stand it no longer and she reached down over his hand and pressed his fingers into her fuck channel. “Oh God, finger fuck me baby, move your fingers in me like it was your beautiful big cock.” She humped her pelvis up and down to meet his plunging fingers. “Oh yes, yes, YES!!!! baby keep doing it just like that. It feels so good.”
Richard had an idea. He moved his head off her breasts and down to her pussy. He continued to finger her, while he licked her pussy lips.
Debbie felt like she was hit by a bolt of lightning when his tongue found her clit. “Oh honey, make me cum, dear lord, I just have to cum.”
Debbie was bouncing, in a frenzy. Clawing his back. She could feel it now. It was almost there.
When Richard tasted the first squirts of her climax, he clamped his mouth over her entire pussy. He was swallowing her dew as fast as it splashed into his mouth and down his eager throat.
Gradually her flow slowed to just a few drops and he lifted his head and faced her. “Was it OK?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
“It was wonderful, sweetheart. No one has every made me feel so loved.” She smiled down at him and told him to come up and lay beside her.
He did as she asked, and she kissed him gently. Stretching her body like a lazy cat just waking from an afternoon nap. She reached down and caressed his cock. It was already recovered from his earlier climax and was again hard and ready for their next round of sexual play.
Her kisses became more passionate and she pressed her warm soft body into him. She parted her lips and forced her tongue into his mouth, searching for his tongue and inviting it to play. Her pussy was still wet from his earlier oral attentions.
“Roll over on top of me and fuck me,” she begged.
“But what if we make a baby?” he asked, a worried look on his face.
“You don’t have to concern yourself about that baby. I am on the pill.”
Richard moved on top of her, and with Debbie’s fingers to guide him, he slid into her pussy hole.
“Oh yes, baby, fuck me slow. Not too fast, just ease your hard cock into my fuck channel, a little at a time.” Her head was buried into his upper chest since they didn’t even come close to matching each other in body size. He was about six feet, at least. While she was only five feet three inches.
Every time Richard pushed in with his hips, he penetrated her a little deeper.
Debbie’s fuck channel was gripping him like a velvet glove. Her vaginal muscles seemed to move up and down his shaft, massaging him into a frenzy of pleasure. In spite of himself, his hips moved a little faster. He pushed in a little stronger. She didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact she started to move her hips in unison with him, push for push, and pull for pull.
They were soon lost in the pleasure of the act. Oblivious to the world around them, they were both approaching climax, fast. Their second climax of the afternoon.
With Debbie’s prior lovers, they needed a day or more to recover after a climax. Not with this young stud. He seemed ready to go again and again.
“Oh ,the benefits of youth.” She told herself, she would have to find more young stallions like this one.
Richard just stayed inside of Debbie after the climaxed. Gradually his manhood softened and shrank, slipping out of her well-loved pussy.
They held each other like young lovers. Talking softly to each other until they finally fell into a deep sleep.
The End