No sooner had Vincent closed the bathroom door behind him than it hit me like a ton of brinks. “What the hell did I do? Here I am laying in the middle of the washroom nude covered with sweat just having finished being fucked hard in my pussy by my daughter's boyfriend. This had to be some kind of dream. But it couldn't have been a dream. I felt a glow all over my body I had never felt before after Paul had fucked me. I was even thinking fucked instead of having sex. I had to admit the forceful way Vincent had taken me was a turn on. That's when I realized my fingers were pushing into my pussy and rubbing my clit.

Darn I couldn't stay here all evening I thought. I got to get downstairs again. I started to sit up to get up when suddenly the bathroom door opened again. “Fuck it's true. You are waiting for us. I thought Vincent was crazy when he came over and whispered in my ear you were upstair hot to be controled and fucked.” One of the boys from downstairs from the party. I didn't know if he was my daughter Sandra's friends or Vincent's friends.

I looked up at the handsome tall dark haired young man. He looked to be about six feet tall wearing a pair of dress pants and dress shirt and barefooted. He was messaging a lump in the front of his dress pants. Then I noticed I was licking my lips. Wow he looked so hot. “Yea I can see you want me slut. Get over here and take my pants off.” He said.

I crawled over to the hot looking man. I didn't even know his name but wanted him. I looked up as he stripped out of his dress shirt revieling his tanned, brown, smooth muscular chest. I reached up and undid the top of his pants. He looked down on me as I unzipped his pants. His delicius looking at least eight inch cock poped out slapping my cheek. “Suck that dick bitch.” He whispered loudly.

Without a second thought I opened my mouth and took his large cock head into my mouth. Then I felt his large hands on each side of my head as he held it and ramed that cock down my throat. This time I didn't gag like I had with Vincent. His balls slapped against my bottom lip. Then he pulled it out of my mouth until only his cock head was in my mouth and rammed it down my throat again. He did this over and over again. “Fuck that throat was made for cock. I never felt a throat around my cock before. That Vince sure knew how to train that throat of yours.”

He pulled his cock out of my throat and mouth suddenly. My mouth and throat felt empty and wanting to be refilled. “Vince said you were a fucking bitch in heat. He told me I should fuck you like the bitch dog you are. So get on your fucking hands and knees like a dog and push that dam ass in the air and show me that cunt of yours.” He yelled. He was so loud I am surprised no one came running up stairs. But I didn't care. My pussy was on fire. All I could think of was that cock being rammed into my hungry pussy. His forcefullness. His manlyness was turning me on like my husband Paul could never turn me on. I felt my pussy dripping wet and this hot man didn't even enter me yet.

I was on my hands and knees as fast as possible and pushing my ass back so that my pussy was spread open for him. “Fuck me. Oh shove that beautiful cock into me.” I heard myself moaning.

I didn't have long to wait before this hot man. This young hunk I didn't even know his name rammed his cock into my hungry pussy. He knew how to ram it into me hard hitting deep into me in the right way to rub against my clit at the same time. Once more I was moaning over and over again. “Fuck me, fuck me hard Master.”

“You bitch. I'm not fucking you for your dam pleasure. Your here for one reason to give me pleasure. Your on your hands and knees like the bitch dog in heat you are. Take my fucking you bitch.” This hot man kept saying over and over again in my ear. He held my hips in his strong hands and rammed in and out of my pussy harder and harder. Then I felt as his cock expanded in me as he huffed and puffed. I knew any second he would be shooting that cum into my pussy. I felt my pussy accept his man juice.

He pulled out and with out saying another word I felt his cock slam into my asshole with out any kind of warning. I could feel my body shoved forward and cought myself before I fell to the floor. His cock was still rock hard as he held my hips and fucked my ass like Vincent had fucked my ass. At that moment the only thing that matter was that cock pumping into me hard. I could feel his balls slapping my pussy making my pussy hot again. I had just spurted while he fucked my pussy and was on fire again him fucking my ass. The stud suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass until only his cock head was in me and rammed it all the way into my ass again. I fell forward on my stomach my breasts slapping the rug on the bathroom floor. I could hear him puffling over me and knew he shot another big load, this time in my ass.

He lay on my back huffing and puffing a few minutes before pulling out of me. He looked down at me and began to get dresse. I looked up at him and saw him looking down at me like I was some kind of tramp only made for fucking. I knew I should have felt angry and discussed by his attatude after giving up my body to him but instead I felt turned on more than ever. “Don't leave. Oh don't leave I am still on fire. Oh shit I'm so horny.” I heard myself moaning.

This hunk I did't even know his name began getting dressed. “Don't worry I'll be sending in the reserves to take care of you bitch. Just stay down on ther floor and my pale will be up to screw the hell out of you. Fuck your a slut letting us fuck the shit out of you while your stupid husband is just down stairs. Vince knew you'd be a slut once he got into you. He said the moment he saw you one day dropping Sandra off at school one day he had to have you. He sure knew how to suck your daughter into thinking he was intersted in her. That bitch is too aggressive for her own good. No guy wants a mouthy bitch like her for a girlfriend. But you. He knew you'd be a slut for cock.” As soon as he was dressed in his dress pants and shirt he left the washroom closing the door behind him.

I once again lay on the floor on my back fingering my pussy knowing another stud would soon be up to fuck me. I didn't have to wait long either before the bathroom door opened. This time it was this blond muscular stud about five ten. He didn't even bother to say anything. He just stripped down. I crawled over to him when he waved his hard cock in the air. I gather he was the strong silent type. As soon as I opened my mouth he had his large hands on each side of my head and rammed his cock down my throat. I rubbed my fingers into my pussy and messaged my clit causing me to spurt instantly as he ramed his cock in and out of my mout. I don't know why, maybe because he didn't say a word, he just used me, I felt so turned on. More turned on than even with Vince or the second guy. I could hear him grunting but still he didn't say a word. He finnaly pulled his cock from my lips and went behind me. He pulled my cheeks apart and without a word he slammed that cock into my hungry pussy.

I knew this hot man didn't have to say a word to know he was taking from me what he wanted. He was also giving me what I wanted at the same time. The more this new stranger ramed his cock into my hot pussy the more I pushed back. He even reached up and grabbed the back of my hair and shoved his cock into me deeper than ever before. He was slipping around on my sweaty back but didn't stop a moment fucking me. Then he slammed into me really hard and felt his cock expand in my pussy and I knew by instict he was empting his big load into my hot pussy. I don't know how many more time I squirted while he fucked me. He pulled his cock out of my pussy.

Before I could take a breath this silent hard bodied man pulled his hands from my hair and spread my ass cheeks and rammed his cock into my asshole. My fingers went to my pussy feeling his cum dripping out. I began to message my clit as I felt him ram his cock hard into my asshole. He only groaned while ramming his big cock in and out of my already filled asshole with the Vincent's cum and the other young hot boy's cum. I knew this man had only one thing in mind. Owning my ass and getting his orgazam, which was fine with me. I couldn't help moaning. “Fuck me, oh fuck me hard. Ram that big cock into me.”

He didn't disappoint me as I felt his arms reach up and grab the back of my hair again and use it to help him ram in and out of my ass. Then he slammed hard into me and didn't move. I knew he was shooting his second load into me. This strong silent man pulled out of my ass and stood up. I looked up at him as he started getting dressed.

My body began to tire in one way but in another way it seemed to be waking up for the first time in my life. My mind was all over the place. I was lusting for more. I wanted to get fucked again and again. I didn't want this to stop but also felt guilty with my loving husband Paul just down stairs. We had always been loyal to each other and now in just a short time three hot teenagers had fucked me hard using me like some comon slut on the street. I looked up at the young man that had just fucked me and he looked down at me with those deep blue eyes. I hated myself that moment when all I could think to say was. “Please send the next stud to fuck me. I need to get fucked hard again to be dominated to be used.”

The hot man looked down at me and for the first time since coming in the washroom and fucking my mouth, pussy and ass said. “Don't worry Slut. You've only had three of us so far. There are still six more studs who want to fuck you good and hard slut. After I leave tonight I have every intention of contacting friends of mine that will really fuck you hard some hard nosed black football players I'm sure will teach you what you have been missing getting fucked hard.” The hot blond man said as he finished doing his shirt up and left the washroom.

Not long after the third man counting my daughter's boyfriend Vincent went downstairs than the bathroom door opened again. This time it was an other muscular man, boy at least eighteen. These men or teens were young but they knew exactly what they were doing. They knew a lot more how to please than Paul did after all the thirteen years he and I had been married. This guy looked Italian with his dark looks, dark hair brown eyes. He stripped down in seconds and one could tell he worked out regularly and one thing for sure he was achious to ram his cock down my throat. “Dam I didn't think my turn would ever come slut. Vince came down and told us you were as hot as he expected. Told us guys you were the slut we'd all enjoy fucking. This Italian's cock lodged in my throat like it belonged there as he remained there a few moments before pulling it out of my throat and ramming it down again. “Fuck you hot slut. Take my cock. I know you live for cock now. Get the fuck on the floor. I want that pussy Vince and Chuck, Steve just talked about you. He went behind me and surprised me when he slapped my asscheek hard. Yea nice ass bitch. I'm going to enjoy fucking you hard.”

He was over top of me in a flash his cock seemed to have a mind of it's own as it rammed into my wet pussy. I spurted once again as I felt like I was loosing my mind to lust. I felt like I never felt in my life. “Fucking bitch take my cock. Yea you need me. You need cock. You are nothing but a fucking nympho. Vince could always tell a nympho and once more he's right. He never picked out a better nympho than you though. So fucking hot to look at and a fucking hot fuck. Take my cock slut.” The man said over and over again.

“Ram that big cock in me stud. Fuck me hard.” I heard myself moaning. I needed this. I needed to be fucked hard by this hot muscular, dominant stud.

He slapped my ass hard. “Yea slut take my cock. Remember me bitch. I'm Larry. Remember this is Larry ramming that fucking cunt of yours. Remember because I'm going to be fucking you again and again when ever I want and where ever I want. Remember that bitch.” Larry yelled into my ear as he pumped harder and harder into my hungry pussy.

“Oh yes Larry anywhere any time you want to ram that big cock into me my pussy, mouth and ass belongs to you.” I moaned. Was I really saying that. Was I really making myself available to this man fucking so hard I could barely balance myself on my hands and knees. “Fuck me hard Larry. Fill my pussy with your hot cum Larry.”

“Fuck yea slut. I'm ready. I'm so fucking ready to fill your pussy so full of my cum it'll be over flowing. Not that it isn't over flowing as it is. Fuck your pussy is full of cum.” Your so fucking hot slut. So fucking hot. Here I cum dam it.” Larry moaned in my ear.

His cock expanded in my pussy and I knew he was adding his cum to Vincenent's, Chuck's and Steve's cum already in my hot pussy. He pulled his cock out and this time I was prepared for what would happen next as I felt Larry's hands prie my asscheeks apart and his large cock head ram directly into my asshole balls deep. I needed his big cock in my ass. Needed as much as I needed to breath. I couldn't think. I could only moan with lust as Larry hammered his cock in and out of my needing ass. At the same time I could feel my fingers messaging my hard clit. I could hear myself moaning loader and loader.

Somewhere outside myself I could hear Larry whispering my ear. “Take my cock in that fucking ass pussy bitch. Take what you know you need. Take my cock. You know you need my cock in you real bad. You need a real man fucking you. You need it. You will never be happy with that whippy hubby of yours fucking you ever again. Every time your hubby fucks you, you will yearn for me or my buddies to fuck you hard. You will need domination. You are now a fucking slut for hard bodied, big cocked men to dominate you.

It seemed all too soon I heard Larry groaning loadly in my ear. “I'm cumming in your fucking hot ass bitch. Take my cum in that cum drenched asshole of yours.” Suddenly he was pulling his big cock out of my ass. He moved until he was standing in front of me and began dressing. “That was one good fuck slut. I intend on tapping all three of your holes again soon bitch.”

I fell to the floor once more and rolled over on my back my legs spread open looking at my cum dripping pussy. My pussy still was itching. What the fuck was the matter with me? All these years married to Paul and I had been satisfied with him pushing into me cumming, rolling off me and going to sleep now after not one but four men fucking both my mouth, pussy and ass and I wanted more. I needed more cock. Larry had finished dressing and looked down at me. Fucking slut look at you. Pull yourself together for your next fuck. I'll be sending his right up. Larry left the washroom closing the door behind him.

I lay on the washroom rug in the middle of the washroom beginning to gain a small sense of sanity. Dam I had just been fucked by four teenage boys that had diminated me and in my own washroom of my home. Downstairs my loving husband of thirteen years was downstairs with our guests. I wondered if he missed me. I wondered why he hadn't come upstairs looking for me. After all I had only spilled some pop on my dress and should have washed, changed and been downstairs long before now. What would he think of me slutting myself our daughter's boyfriend and his friends. I looked down again at my cum filled pussy and instead of feeling ashamed of myself I couldn't help messaging my clit with one hand and pushing my fingers into my pussy with my other hand.

Dam.” I heard myself moaning. “I need one of those studs downstairs to get up here and fuck me.” I tried to think how many hot muscular teen boys had come to the party. Oh yes there were twenty people at the party counting me and Paul. Have men and half women. So that made ten of each. Paul wouldn't count so that was nine hot teen men in all to fuck me and already four hot muscular, powerful, slud dominating boys had fucked me. That left five more to fuck me. I then heard the bathroom door open and in walked another hot looking stud. This boy was a good five eight. Dark red hair. He pulled off his shirt over his head after undoing a couple of buttons at his neck. His white broad chest came into view. Fuck he looked so hot with his chest covered with blondish, red hair. “I was told you needed to get fucked Mrs. Johnson. Do you. Do you need to get fucked?”

“Yes. Yes I do. Who are you. Who ever you are I need to get fucked. I crawled over to the hot red head and with out asking the hot man another word I undid the top botton of his dark brown dress pants and pulled down his zipper.

“Yea bitch. You want Dan's dick don't you slut. That's who I am. Dan and don't you forget it.” Dan fucked me until I moaned for more and more much like Vincent, Chuck, Steve and Larry. He left me after dressing still wanting more and more came upstairs. After I don't know how long Allan, Bruce, Elvin, Hank and finnaly not to out done Mark fucked my mouth, pussy and ass. Now I lay on the bathroom floor panting now believing what a fuck slut I had become in such a short period of time. But it wasn't a short perod of time and why hadn't Paul come upstairs at least once to check up on me. Was he actually the one behind all this and I had fallen into some kind of trapof his. I tried to get to my feet but slipped. Cum was all over my pussy and dripping down my legs. How could I ever go downstairs like this. I went to the shower just as the door opened again.

Who could this be. I was possitive nine boys had come up and fucked me. But without thinking I fell to the floor and crawled to the middle of the room ready for who ever walked in the door. Maybe I had lost count and another hot stud needed servicing. The door opened and to my surprise Vincent walked in. What did he want? Did he want to fuck me again? I could feel my pussy itching. Yes. Oh yes maybe he would want to fuck me again.

“Get up you fucking piece of shit and get showered. I'm taking you downstairs. I want you looking the proper lady when I take you downstairs. I told your husband you hadn't felt well that's why you had gone to lay down. He wanted to come up and check on you a few times but I told him you just wanted to reast. Now clean your fucking self up.” Vincent said.

I got in the shower turning on the watcher. I knew I had to hurry, wash and get downstairs. I tired my best to clean as much cum from my ass and pussy. Then I washed all the sweat from me before stepping out of the shower. I put on my new clean panties, bra and dark blue dress before slipping on my loafers and walking to the top of the steps with Vincent leading the way. Could I pull this off. Could I go downstairs pretending I had felt ill and had been laying down for the entire time I had been upstairs. I could only hope I could handle this. The worse was that just looking at Vincent in front of me leading me down the stairs I could feel my pussy itching and my ass hole seeming to groan for to get fucked. But I had to do this. I had to act naturally. Not only for Paul and my relationship but also for my sweet inocent Sandra who trusted her boyfriend Vincent.

Every thing went much better than I could have immagined and soon the party ended. I felt like following all the hot young dominant muscular men out hoping they would want to take me some place to fuck me all over again.

After Paul had helped me clean up and Sandra had gone to bed. Paul and I went up to get ready for bed. Paul went to the washroom first to get ready for bed by brushing his teeth and washing. I was afraid what he would find. I was possitive he would come back in the bedroom and tell me he found cum or something on the rug or floor. Thank goodness he came into the bedroom as usual in his pjs ready for bed. I got ready for bed and climbed in beside him. He seemed frisky for a change. He helped me off with my nighty and pulled his pjs down. He was soon on top of me. He awoke something in me and I wanted to yell for him to fuck me hard but I kept silent as he pushed his five inches into me as usual and came and pulled out pulling his pjs up. Then before I had my nightly pulled on again he was on his side sound asleep. Meanwhile I lay awake for hours remembering the hard fucking I had enjoyed earlier. I couldn't servive on the kind of sex Paul had to offer me any more. What was I going to do. I'd have to think about it.

When I work up the next morning Paul had already gotten up and must have left for work. The phone beside the bed was ringing. It was Vincent. “Hello.”

“Hello Mrs. Johnson. You belong to me and my boys and boys boys from now on. You got that. Not a word to your hubby or your daughter Sandra. Not only did we all fuck you but we tapped it. We taped you begging to get fucked so don't think for a moment of reporting rape. I'll expect to see you at the school gym after school. That's me and all the guys I know will be leading you into your new like you fucking piece of trash. Vincent said. I dropped the phone and lay back to think. My new life. My new life. What was going to be my new life. End of Part 3.

“From Lonely Unfilled Housewife to Perverted Slut” Part 1 is very conservative but wait for more Parts as my life turns into a new life.

I lived a humdrum life for years after marring my husband Paul. Don't get me wrong Paul was and is a good honest hard working man and even after fifteen years extremely good looking. He lacked one important thing any kind of sex drive. If Paul wasn't in our sound proof basement working out some kind of contracts he was working out there in his make shift gym. When he was out it was at various construction sites where he worked as a construction worker foreman now. He had began as a construction worker and had worked himself up until he became the foreman. If wasn't working he also went to the local gym. So over the years I saw less and less of Paul.

I had met Paul after finishing high school and was just nineteen. I had been a virgin. I got a job as a secretary of a construction company where I met Paul. He asked me out and we were soon an item. During that year of dating I began working out at the same Gym Paul went to and was soon in great shape myself and even Conservative dressed got a lot of whistles when Paul wasn't around, that is.

Just a little more than a year of dating Paul asked me to marry him and I accepted. During that first year Paul and I had never gone any further than the odd kiss or hug. We had never had sex. Paul had never tied going any further than that and I wanted to be a virgin when I married Paul.

A little about myself. I was brought up as in an orphanage until the age of eight living in various foster homes and orphanage. At the age of eight I had been adopted by a very conservative man and women. I had never asked them why they adopted me but I guessed they couldn't have children of their own. I guess they were nice enough but they didn't show me affection of hugging and I never felt I fit in. They fed me and clothed me but that was as far as it went with them.

So when Paul came along and at least hugged me and showed a little bit of action I was happy. I was never told I was attractive by my adopted parents and thought of myself as plain. They had made me wear frumpy clothing. Dresses that went past my knees up to my neck and sleeves at least to my wrist. Because the dresses were slightly too large they did nothing for my budding figure. A figure I was told to hide.

When I left home and got a job as a secretary across the state and met Paul I still wore the slightly large conservative kind of clothing I had worn living with my adopted parents. I met Paul who actually payed attention to me asking me out first for just lunches. They progressed to asking me out for dinners then out to the gym he worked out in. I was very shy about working out at first wearing baggy workout clothes I found at discount stores. It was the first time I actually showed my legs and arms in public even though no one saw my actually figure. I guess what I did show attracted the looks of the guys that worked out at the gym but Paul was always with me when we worked out. Only a few a times I ventured out alone to work out at the gym. Paul had gotten me a yearly pass for the gym so I went alone only because of getting Paul's money worth out of the yearly pass.

I had learned living first at the foster homes and orphanage then from my adopted parents to watch my spending.

At long last the day of Paul and my marriage day came. My adopted parents and Paul’s family attended the wedding. Paul came from a large family of five brothers all younger than Paul who was five years older than me. All his brothers were equally well built as Paul. Paul by the way is just over five nine dark brown hair, hazel eyes. His brother Jason was five eight twenty four at the time of our marriage, same dark hair, hazel eyes. Ted five nine dark hair brown eyes at age twenty two. Mark was the tallest of his brothers at six feet tall with dark hair and brown eyes at twenty one and his youngest brother Tony was a year younger than me at five eight. Yes dark hair and hazel eyes. They all worked out. They all worked out at the same gym as Paul and did construction work except Tony who was beginning a community college. They were all clean cut, short haired clean shaven men.

As far as personality it was Paul who was the most conservative of them all. Paul had actually kept me from meeting his brothers and sisters up to a month before our marriage for some reason. He always said they were busy when I said I would like to meet his brothers and sisters. I was amazed how much his brothers looked like him in looks but they were opposite in personality. The seemed dominant and aggressive compared to Paul's easy going manner and even on the submissive side. His three sisters took more after Paul.

Sara had short dark hair at twenty seven. She was maybe five five and worked out at a gym also by the looks of her lovely figure she didn't have trouble showing off for her husband Greg. Tina was twenty nine and looked very much like Sara only older and dressed conservatively and married to George. The oldest in Paul’s family was Maggie who was thirty and very attractive with dark hair, brown eyes and five six and she was married to Jeff.

By the way all three brother and laws were hot looking men. Greg, Sara's husband was six two dark blond hair, blue eyes muscular body. He wore tight jeans most of the time with muscle shirt and had no trouble showing off his athletic body. Tina's husband George who was Greg's work out friend and was a good six two with massive muscular body with dark hair and blue eyes and dressed much like Greg. Then there was Jeff. He was younger than Marie by ten years at age twenty like myself. There was nothing shy about him. He was the most aggressive dominant and arrogant man I had ever met. When I met Jeff I felt goose bumps run through my body.

Paul and my wedding wasn't anything special and Paul took me across the country to Niagara Falls for our honeymoon. That first night I have to admit I was on the scarred side not knowing what to expect from being intimate with Paul for the first time. It ended up I had nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. I put on my new night gown the sexiest I could find in this dress store I found. I picked out a white night dress showing my virginity it was low cut for me. It went to just above my knees. I had changed in the bathroom.

Paul was laying on the bed wearing a pair of plain white boxer shorts. It was the first time I saw him with his bare chest and legs showing. He had always worn t-shirts when he had worked out and baggy shorts. He had a hard body but wasn't one to show his body off like other men that worked out. Now I saw his smooth hairless muscular chest with large nipples. “Don't be scarred Joan.” He had said to me come lay beside me.

I had walked over to the large bed kicking off my slippers before getting on the bed and laying beside Paul. He rolled over on his side and I followed suit laying on my side. He ran his large hands through my long dark blond hair and looked into my green eyes. I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping he would be like in the movies telling how beautiful I looked in the moon light and all that stuff. But instead he kissed me on my lips and I kissed him back lightly. Then he reached down and pulled my nighty up. I arched my body so he could pull it up. He had it up to my upper body and then pulled it up and over my head. He was so gentle the entire time I didn't feel scarred. I was now only wearing my lacy bra and panties. He wrapped his long muscular arms around me, undid it and for the first time he saw my medim sized breasts. They weren't huge but they were perky. They stood up even laying on my side. My nipples were getting hard.

Then with out a word Paul reached down and pulled my white laced panties down my long white shaved legs. They weren't overly muscular but curved at the right places and led up to my shapely hims and slim twenty two inch waist. I didn't know what to expect. Then he put his large hands on each side of his white boxers and pushed down. I tried not to look down but did. What I saw was amazing. I had never seen a man's penis before not less a hard one. His penis came out hitting his washboard stomach. It had to be just over five inches. Huge as far as I was concerned having nothing else to compare it to.

Paul pushed me gently on my back and got on top of me, both of us nude now. He kissed my lips lightly again and messaged my breasts with his large hands. I could feel my body shiver all over in anticipation as I felt his hard penis pressed against my leg. Then his cock was in me. Only the head was in my wet pussy. My clit was hard and juicy. His penis pressed against it. He pushed his penis into me slowly and gently until I knew it was all the way in my pussy. I began to feel excited in my body. My pussy felt it wanted more. I couldn't help pushing my hips up to meet Paul pushing into me.

“Lay back dear.” Paul said as he pulled his penis out of my pussy just as slowly and back into me. I was shivering with anticipation hoping he would push his penis back into me harder so I could feel the excitement throughout my body. But he proceeded slow and gently. Suddenly after only a few minutes I saw this strained look on his face. “Oh yes that was good.” That's all he said and pulled his penis out of me. It was shrinking in size as he got off my body and lay beside me.

I thought to myself that's what I waited all my life for. That was it. My pussy felt like it was still in need still wanting some kind of satisfaction. That's when I looked down at it and saw blood. What the heck was the matter. Had Paul ruptured something inside me. Remember no one had explained the facts of life to me. I looked at Paul he looked like he was ready to fall asleep all relaxed. I turned to him and said. “Paul. Somethings the matter. Look I'm bleeding maybe we should get a doctor or something.”

“For heaven sake Joan didn't your mother ever explain to you the first time you have a penis you bleed. It means you are no longer a virgin. Just go clean yourself up and come back to bed. I'm tired. We had a long day.”

I got out of bed grabbing my night gown and went in the washroom and instead of just washing my pussy out I took a complete bubble bath. I was hopping with my clean sweaty body Paul would would want to have sex again. However that didn't happen. When I finished my shower and got back in bed Paul was on his side with his boxers back on his side sound asleep. So that was my first sex with my new husband Paul. I will be working on Part 2. I don't have a lot of time for wrting but hope to work on it soon. joanjoan_23456@yahoo.com

Paul and I slept in the same bed in our new home. We had the same kind of sex every night before going to sleep the first three weeks. Then I realized I had missed my period. Not long after that I began having morning sickness. I would get up and not feel like breakfast. Usually I was hungry in the mornings. I didn't have a mother to talk to about being pregnaunt and I was afraid to talk to Paul's mother worried she would think I was being too emotional. Paul did have his three sisters Sara, Tina and Maggie but I didn't want to approch them either. I don't think they would have been much help either since none had children of their own yet. I don't know but I got the idea they seemed timid when it came to talking even talking about sex. I wondered if they were fridget and their poor husbands Greg, George and Tony yes another Tony were suffering from lack of sex. All three from the times all of us got to gether seemed very dominant and knew their minds.

It was funny Paul took more after his mother and sisters being more withdrawn with very little interest in sex. As Paul's brothers Jason, Ted, Mark and Tony were aggressive like their dad. I guess those things just happen in families. Even though we didn't see Paul's brother very often I always cought them louring at me and it made me uneasy but yet turned on at the same time. I was surprised Paul didn't even notice his brothers odvious roaming eyes on me. They often said to Paul. Your one lucky man Paul to have such a sexy woman that keeps herself in shape.

That would have been enough for any woman being secretly admired by her husband's brothers but what was even worse his sister's husbands. As I discribed all were great looking studs. Greg, George and Jeff made the same kind of comments about me and even went as far as to say. I wish our wives your sisters looked half as good as your wife Paul.

I went to my doctors for my examination and indeed I was pregnaunt. That first time must have been the day I got pregnaunt. In away I wish I hadn't given Paul the news of my pregnauncy because he stopped having sex with me completely saying he did't want to harm the baby growing inside of me. We seldom even hugged or even kissed from then on. He began spending more and more time at the construction site as well as gym and less and less time with me. I was feeling so lonely day after day. I hoped when I finaly gave birth he would want to spend time with me and the baby.

My mother and father and law didn't visit very often as well as Paul's brothers and sisters. Although when I did see Paul's brothes Jason, Ted, Mark and Tony they leared at me especialy when Paul wasn't watching. Like I said before it was sort of a turn on. Also his sisters husbands, Greg, George and Tony also learned at me. Other than that it seemed everyone had lives except me and Paul wanted me to be a stay at home mother. Our baby girl was born a couple of days early but was healthy and adorable. Especially to Paul who adored her and thught the perfect name for our perky daughter would be Sandra. Named after Sandra Dee.

What little sex life Paul and I had before Sandra went down the drain and I was often left unsatisied and loney. Paul's brothers and brothers in law still giving me the eye when Paul wasn't looking didn't help my lack of sex. The only time I got out was to go to the gym and food shopping. The years went by and little Sandra was growing into a sweet adorable teenager. At thirteen Sandra broght home her first crush. He was a nice enough boy. I thought he was on the dominant side. Also he was seventeen almost eighteen. I thought a little too old for Sandra. Paul agreed with me but he didn't want to up set his little princess so said it was okay for Sandra to goout with Vincent. Of coarse Sandra had grown out of the name when she became a teen and everyone called her Sandy.

Sandra and her boyfriend had been going out just under eleven months when she came home one day from school with Vincent of coarse. “Mom Vince and I will be going out one year next month. Can we have an anaversery pary. Please mom. Please dad.” Sandra pleaded.

Of coarse anything to please his darling daugher Paul said yes and every thing would be arranged for the night of festivities.

Sandra had brought her friends over to the house many times over the years she grew up so I knew them all. I don't know if she chose her friends by looks or they just happened to be the best looking boys and girls in the school. For some reason Sandra liked being around the older boys and girls at school and had no friends her age. They were all around sixteen to eighteen years old. The girls were very attractive and the boys athletic, tall, musculine and muscular.

I picked out my simple one piece light blue dress that fell just below my knees and came to my neck with short sleeves. I was proud Paul had worn his dress pants, light blue shirt. At thirty eight he looked like he was in his early thirties. His dress pants fit him well emphasizing his muscular legs and his blue shirt fit like a glove. I saw many a woman take a second look at him and knew they admired his looks. If only they knew what he was like when it came to sex they wouldn't go for him. I thouht. When we did have sex it was the matter of pushing his five inches into me, cumming, taking his five inches then, rolling over and going to sleep. I don't know how many unfillfilled, unsatisfied and restless nights I had spent over the years.

At last the day of the party arrived. Counting Paul and I there was an even twenty of us. I figured that was a good round off number to be at Sandra's first adult party. I expected all the boys and girls to dress cassually being teens but was surprised. The girls wore conservative dresses much like mine and the boys were dressed in dress pants and shirts. All of them emphasizing their great looking masculine bodies in the almost skin tight dress pants and shirts. I was also suprise when all the girls removed their shoes and the boys not only removed their shoes but also their socks. That was strange but I didn't want to make any big deal about it. As long as the party went okay and everything was going well so far. I don't know why but I felt relieved there were the same amount of boys as girls at Sandra's first grown up party.

I put potatoes chips and dip out for everyone to help themselves and Sandra had picked out the music with Vincant. I was surprised Paul actually stayed at the party. It wasn't too often Paul spent much time at home. I had a couple of dances with Paul and even Vincant. I did feel uncomfortable when I thought Vincant danced a close dance with me and pressed his body close to me. I was happy Sandra and her father had decided to have a dance together and didn't notice Vincent's body pressed so close to me. He was so close I could actually feel his penis pressed through his dress pants against me. As soon as the music was over I felt flustered and a bit turned on. I thanked Vincent for the dance and sat down on the couch. Paul came over and joined me sitting beside me reaching over and taking a drink of diet pop.

To my suprise Vincent sat on the other side of me. Sandra was on the other side of the room talking to one of her girlfriends Kathy. Yes like most parties the girls had gone to one end of the room and were talking while the boys at the other end. I guessed the boys were probably talking sports. I was the only one between two hot looking men although Paul didnt' count after all I was married to him.

It happened so fast I didn't have a chance to recover. I leaned forward and picked up my glass of diet cola and just as I set it on my knee holding it in my hand. Vince spread his legs and my hand moved slightly and I lost my grip of the glass of diet cola and it fell into my lap. “Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson.” He said. For some reason Vincent had always called Paul and myself by our last names.

“Don't worry about it Vincent. I'll just go up and clean up.” I answered putting my glass on the table. None of the pop dripped on the floor it was only on my dress. My dress was soaked.

“I'm just going to change my dress Paul. I had accedent with my pop glass. Take care of the party.” I said standing up.

I don't think Paul was really paying attention but said. “Okay Joan.”

I went up stairs to Paul and my bedroom and picked out a new dress to wear. A simple dark blue dress much like the one I was wearing. Then I went to the washroom. I took off my soiled dress and put it in the laundry. Then took off my soiled panties and stockings. I wipped my legs and pussy clean. I forgot to bring a clean pair of panties in with me. I decided I would put my dress on in the washroom and then go to my room and finished dressing putting on my panties. Maybe forget about the stockings. I had deep taned legs and always kept my shaply legs smooth including my shaved pussy. I no sooner had pulled my dress on and it fell past my knees when the bathroom door opened. “Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson. I didn't know you were in here. I thought you would have been in your bedroom.” Vincent said.

“Don't worry Vincent.” I answered. “I am done in here anyway. I'll be going into my room now. The washroom is all yours.”

“You look especially beautiful tonight Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent suddenly said.

I turned and was surprised Vincent was right beside me. I hadn't realized the new dress I had put on was lower cut than the other dress I had worn. I had not done up the zipper on the side and the dress hung part way down my breasts. Thank goodness I had my lacy bra on to comver the majority of my breast. Before I could move away from Vincent he had moved his long muscular arms around my slim waist and to my suprise had unfastened my bra. “Vincent! What do you think your doing. Your girlfriend, my daughter is just down stairs not to mention my husband.” I said trying to keep my voice down. I could feel my nipples harden though from the excitement of a young man taking an interest in me. I was thirty three at the time even though I kept in shap at the gym but I was still thirty three.

“Your daughter is so bossy so imature. Such a daddy's girl. But you Mrs. Johnson are all women. Your daughter is a scattered brain teenagers. I've always from day one had the hots for you.” Vincent said moving his hands forward removeing my bra at the same time as it fell from my small but perky breasts.

I know I should have pushed Vincent away and called for help but the feel the hands of such a hot muscular man with large hands working my nipples was intoxicating. I also think the thought of my daugher and husband just down stairs made me feel hotter. It was like my body was on fire. Never over the years had Paul made my body feel what Vincent was doing just messaging my breasts and nipples. Then he leaned over and took one of my breasts in his hot mouth. I felt my dress pushed from my hips and fell to the floor. Now I was nude not yet having put on my panties. Nude for the first time in front of another man other than my husband Paul.

“Oh Mrs. Johnson your so hot. Fuck your hot.” He whispered in my ear and I could feel his hand moving down my flat stomach and push into my pussy. “Your so fucking tight Mrs. Johnson. You need to be opened up. Feel what's going to open you up.” Vincent said.

It was as if I couldn't controle the movement of my hand as I moved it between Vincent's legs and could feel his stiffness through his thin dress pants. I could tell he hadn't worn any underwear. It felt so big. The only penis I had felt was five slim inches belonging to Paul. I had figured Paul was average size but compared what I could feel through Vincent's pants he was huge in comparison to Paul. Now my hands were out of controle as I wanted to feel what that penise really looked like.

Vincent let go of me long enough to undo the bottoms of his dress shirt and take it off. By then I had undone the top button of his dress pants and had pulled down the zipper. I was amazed as this thick eight inch cock came bouncing out. It was a cock not a penis. It was far too big to be called a penis. Before I could move I felt Vincent's stronge hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. “Take it in your mouth. You know you want to Mrs. Johnson. You know you want it in your mouth.” He said.

The truth was I did want to take it in my mouth. The head of his cock was huge like a mushroom. I opened my mouth and took that mushroom in my mouth. In all the time I had been married to Paul he had never asked me to do this. I had always wondered what it would be like though but didn't want to push the matter with him. Paul seemed only wanting to push into my pussy and cum. He didn't think of my pleasures.

“Becarefill Mrs. Johnson you can do a lot of damage with those teeth of yours. They are fine looking teeth but not scratching my cock.” Vincent said. “Wrap your lips around your teeth.”

I wondered how many time my daughter had done this to Vincent. I began to feel guilty. I shouldn't be doing this to my daughter's boy friend. I looked up with his cock head in my mouth. I guess Vincent knew what I was thinking. “Don't worry Mrs. Johnson your daughter Sandra is still a virgin.” He said and pushed forward sending his cock further into my mouth. It was now at the entrance of my throat. I began to choke.

“Try breathing through your nose Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent whispered as he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out and then Vincent grabbed a hold of my head in each of his large hands and pushed his large cock into my mouth to the entrance of my throat. He repeated this time after time until to my amazement my throat opened up and his cock entered my throat.

“Oh yes slut. I knew you were a fucking bitch in heat the first time I saw you. Look at you clawing at that pussy of yours. You want me. You want me to fuck you. Fuck your cunt.” Vincent suddenly said in a rough whisper.

I was shocked the way Vincent had changed form his calm cool gentle manner to one of a boy, no man in full controle. He was a man and he knew what he wanted. I felt for the first time in my life really needed. I felt hot. Vincent was right unknow to even myself my hand was messaging my clit and pussy.

Lay down and let me fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I could see right from the start that your husband was useless. You've needed a real man to open you up to make you a slut.” Vincent moaned.

I didn't waist any time and laid down on the bath rug on the floor. I spread my legs as Vincent lay on top of me and rammed his cock into my hot pussy. He didn't kiss or hug me. He squeezed my nipples a moment before putting his hands on each of my hips and pushed hard into me. His cock rubbed against my clit as it entered me and something deep in my pussy that I didn't know was there before. I pushed up to meet every one of Vincent's plunges into me. “Fuck me stud. Oh fuck me hard stud.” I could hear myself moaning over and over again. I could feel myself getting wet as I had with Paul but suddenly something different happened. I felt as my pussy actualy spurting. Shit. I'd never felt myself do that before. “Fuck me, Oh fuck me you stud. Ram that big cock into me more.” I was on fire. I do mean on fire.

“Yes slut take my cock you fucking bitch. I can tell your on fire. Your like a fucking bitch dog in heat. You don't deserved to fucked like a woman.” Vincent said pulling his cock out my hot pussy.

“Don't stop. Oh don't stop Vince. I need your cock in me hard. I need you ram that big cock in me hard.” I heard myself moan.

“Roll over on your stomach and get on your hands and knees bitch. Bitch dogs like you get fuced like bitch dogs in heat.” Vincent said loadly.

I didn't hesitate a minute to obey my new Master and rolled over on my stomach and got on my hands and knees. I pushed my ass back. Moments later Vincent was behind me with his large hands on my hips. Then he drove his big cock into my hot pussy. “Yea take that cock bitch.”

“Fuck me hard Stud.” I moaned feeling my pussy spurt again. I could feel Vincent's cock deep in my pussy where not even Paul's cock had reached. I felt his cock expand inside me and knew he was shooting his cum into me. I wanted his cum in my hot pussy so bad. His cock was still rock hard when he pulled out.

He said into my ear as he leaned over my nude body. “But now is what you really deserve. I'm going to open that fucking ass of yours and truly make you into a true slut.”

“Not there. Oh not there. It'll hurt too much. Your cock is so big Vince.” I moaned.

I couldn't believe what I heard. Nothing but nothing had entered my ass. Only exited it. “To make it easier on you I'll start slow and when I push in you push out. You got it bitch.” Vincent said.

“Okay Vince.” I said feeling my asscheeks being spread open. Then I felt a couple of fingers spreading my pussy open.

“Oh by the way slut when I am with you in private from now on your to call me Master not Vincent or Vince. Got it bitch.” Vincent said into my ear.

“Yes Master. What ever you say Master.” I heard myself moan. I remembered the party going on down stairs and wondered if Vincent and I had been noticed missing at the same time. But I had little time to think as I felt Vincent finger scoop up my pussy juices and push his fingers into my asshole. My asshole hurt but I bit my leps. His finger had gone past my ass muscule into my hot ass hole now. Then he pulled them out.

“Get ready bitch for your first ass fucking.” Vincent said. “Are you ready.”

“Yes Master.” I moaned feeling his large mushroom size cock head pressed against my ass muscule then he shoved really hard and his cock head entered my ass. It felt like my ass was being split in two but remembered about pushing out as he pushed into me. His long thick eight inch cock inched into me slowly. His fingers had entered my pussy and also the other messaged my clit. My pussy was so on fire I didn't feel his cock as much entering my ass. Soon I felt his big balls slap my pussy lips. He pulled out of my ass and back in again. “Take my cock bitch. Take it all. Your a fucking slut now.” Vince said over and over again. I don't know if it was that I was finally getting dominated and screwed hard, or, how Vince treated me, but somewhere inside my ass was on fire.

“Fuck me Master. Fuck my ass hard Master.” I moaned over and over as Vincent rammed his cock hard in and out of my asshole harder and harder.

Could anything get better or scarrier than what was going on in the washroom on the second floor. My trusting husband and daugher downstairs enjoying the party to celebrate the one year anaversery of my daughter and her boyfriend. Meanwhile the boy my daughter adored and loved was up in the washroom with me screwing the ass off me and I was the hottest I'd been my entire life. Also my husband was probably still sitting on the coach clueless what was going on up stairs.

Mean while I was upstairs having been seduced by my daughter's boyfriend. On my part an easy seduction having to admit to myself I had had the hots for Vincent from the very first time Sandra had introduced me to this hot muscular tall hunk of a stud. He had fucked my pussy hard and now was ramming that cock into my ass. It is a wonder no one heard us down stairs because I could hear myself moaning loadly and Vincent was yelling at me to take his big cock and he was my Master and could fuck me anytime and where he chose from then on.

All too soon it seemed Vincent shot a second load of his juicy cum in my ass this time. He pulled out of my ass and stood up. “Now that was a good fuck Mrs. Johnson.” Vincent said with a calm breathless tone. To my suprise he began putting his dress pants on then his shirt. I didn't know what to say or do. I was still on my hands and knees staring at him. “Your not leaving are you Master?” I asked.

“Yes but you stay right there. I know some of the other guys at the party that would love to fuck you. I'll send them up one by one so your husband and their girlfriends don't catch on what your doing up here.” Vincent said.

Before I could say anything else Vince had tucked in his shirt and out of the bathroom. I just layed on the rug not knowing what to expect.

NOT THINKING HE HAD CUM IN MY PUSSY AND HE COULD ACTUALLY GET ME PREGNAUNT I HAD NO REASON TO BE ON THE PILL AND WITH ALL THE EXCITMENT OF GETTING FUCKE D NEVER THOUGHT TWICE ABOUT CONDOMS.

End of Part 2.

This is One Hot and true story.

It started with a conversation on a Friday about getting together that evening, however things didn’t work out.  This just added to the sexual desire and anticipation of an awesome time of intimate love making and wild sex that we have had so many times in the past.  We rescheduled for Sat. afternoon, and it worked great because I can spend more time there.  We might be crazy but we set a goal of me cumming at least four times.  Not sure if I can make it but it sure sounded like fun trying.

I arrived at her place mid-afternoon, she was ready for me, when I stepped through her door I could smell the room was musky from her wetness, thinking of my tongue and hardness inside her.  She was wearing a slightly see through top.  She jumped up and came over to me, She quickly peels my shirt and pants off, then we shared a long deep kiss and I could taste that she has a couple drinks to help her loosen up.  This excited me because she gets pretty aggressive when she drinks a bit.  As our lips touch the moisture of a sexy kiss excites us and we hold each other tighter, I feel her hard nipples press against me and feel the skin of my cock stretching as I enjoy the feeling.  She is getting very wet and hot, she begins to lower herself our lips still pressed together at first, she starts licking and kissing her way down my body, nibbling hard on one nipple as she passes by, making the other scream for attention, she kisses her way over my belly and down to the soft sensitive skin at my pant-line. She runs her tongue back and forth as the tingles and exciting feeling pulse through my body my cock standing out straight in expectation of that warm wet mouth taking me in, she slides her tongue around the side, just missing the base of my cock to tease me, and buries her tongue deep in the crack where my balls meet my leg.  My cock is glistening with droplets of cum waiting and wanting, I grab her head and bring it to the right spot and thrust that cum and cock deep into her mouth.  She clamps her lips down on me and pushes her tongue up hard under my cock on the thick vein, she loves to play that vein and drive me wild.  I draw my cock back so she feels the ridge of the head on her lips, then slowly slide all the way in her mouth to the base.  The tip of my cock pushing against the top of her mouth, she whispers that she can taste my cum, and now I want to taste it.  I lift her up so I can kiss her and share the salty taste of my cum, it makes us both go wild and she has her first orgasm, clenching through her body.

To her shock and surprise I lower my hand between her naked legs

and pick her entire body off the floor, and carry her to the bed, I lay her down with her head towards the top of the bed and all in one movement climb on top, hovering my cock and balls over her face as I lower my head between her knees.  I also lower my hips and my cock finds its mark, its back in her mouth again as my mouth finds her wetness, I push the tip of my tongue into her clit, and slide up to her button, and pull with my lips, she cums hard and moans as she is working my cock to very close to exploding.  I plunge my tongue deep into her and lap some wetness onto my tongue.

Now I pull out of her mouth and slide around, her legs straddling my body, and lean over and kiss her again, sharing the awesome musky taste of her orgasm. 

I wrap my arms under her legs and lift her hips so her pussy is bulging and I can see her wetness.  I lean back and bring my hips forward so I can see the tip of my cock entering her, I play it around in her very wet clit, before I push into her.  I go fast this time, and plunge deep and hard into her, my balls slapping her ass.  We fuck like this until she cums hard and is clenching around my cock so tight, and I am very close to exploding.  I whisper that I am gonna spray my cum on her, she says oh ya fucking do it babe.  I pull out of her and blow a huge load onto her stomach, she immediately rubs it all over her, on her breast and nipples, and then licks her fingers with delight.  I lay down on top of her spreading my cum all over the two of us.  Then I begin licking from the tip of her clit up her belly, tasting our mixed juices, my mouth finds her nipple and I tease it with the tip.  Her nipples are so sensitive, like triggers to her insides, it stokes the furnace already burning in her pussy, which is so swollen and bulging and pulsing for more action.

I lay on the bed, sweaty from all the hard action, we open a window for some cool air and take a little rest, while she lightly rubs my legs, tummy, and cock with her fingertips, something I just love.

After a while she starts to tease my cock and balls with her tongue, getting me hard again, she tries to get on top and slide down on me, but I gently push her over onto the bed, on her side.  I push her top leg way forward and move around behind her, we love this position because I can pound so deep and hard into her.  I enter her and begin stroking, I know it’s gonna take a while because I just emptied my sticky hot cum onto her a little bit ago.  She is starting to really enjoy the rhythm and is moaning and calling my name, along with “fuck ya, do me harder”  We keep going as I slide a hand up her side and lower it down her chest to pull on her nipple as she cums, wow she is clenching me so hard its almost pushing me out, the clenching actually makes me soften just a bit slowing down my own orgasm.  I keep stroking her even though I’m not fully hard, she doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice.  She is still moaning, and rocking her hips into me as much as she can.  The noise of me pounding into her wetness is awesome, a light slurping noise and the slapping of our bodies together.  The smell in the room is erotic and fantastic.  I put my hands on her side, and ass, and go to an upright position as I’m getting close, she knows it, she can hear it in my breathing, and tells me how good I feel in her, that sends me over the edge and I cum again, the waves and muscle clenching are way harder than last time and longer.  It is wearing me out as I’m sweating so much the drops are landing on her legs and ass. 

We finish this position and I gently pull her to the edge of the bed with her legs on my shoulders.  I lower my head down while holding her legs and begin licking her clit clean of our cummy sticky mess, mostly hers, I didn’t have much this time.  She goes wild that I would do that right after I fucked her so hard.  I kiss her again because we love sharing the taste.  I am somehow semi hard still, all this hot action is keeping me going.  I enter her again, still not fully hard, but she is clenching inside hard and it feels fucking awesome, she loves it and gasp as I slide into her wet hot throbbing swollen hole.  I just go slow for a little to give us both a little rest then start with hard fast jerks, not slamming just hard thrust.  I lift her legs higher to change the angle so my cock touches the upper part of her pussy and she moans and loves it.  I look in her eyes and at her body, I am banging her hard now, her tits are bouncing with every stroke and it’s so fucking hot.  I reposition myself and push her legs back so I can reach those tits, and hold both nipples while I’m stroking hard into her.  It’s a hard position but so worth it, she screams “FUUUUCCKKK that’s good, bang me harder”, and what choice does a man have but oblige.  I am slamming into her, I can’t keep the position of holding her nipples though, so I grab her ankles and spread her wide as I cum again.  The same as last time, hard cum, makes my cock almost hurt, but very little cum cause of all the action.  It’s awesome but difficult to take at the same time.  I am exhausted, she is almost animalistic and wants more, I say to her “fuck your wild babe”.  She begins sucking my cock, all the juices from us fucking are around the base of it, she loves it, but doesn’t share this time.  We decide to take break, eat a little and go for about a walk around her quaint little town.  She is grabbing my ass while we are walking and teasing me, and I’m telling her what I am gonna do when we get back, she is so hot and wants me right there.  Now we have done it in a park before, but there is a kid on a bike on the other side of the park, there is no picnic tables or anything, and the ground is very wet and cold.  So I just turn towards her and grab both nipples, her legs almost buckle and she says “fuck I love this”.  We finish our walk and go back to her place.  We eat a few chips and chat, then she starts coming onto me again.  I wonder what did I do to deserve someone who loves to fuck.

She gets me hard again, and we are both amazed that the walk seems to have given me new staying power.  I am very hard, we move over to the bed and go for our favorite position, her standing, bent over onto the bed with me behind her.  I stand behind her and grab her ass, spreading it and enjoying seeing her wet pussy lips spread as well as the other nice tight hole.  I drop to my knees and lick right down her crack, leaving a wet trail, pushing the tip of my tongue into her ass a little, she gasp and ask me to fuck her ass.  I am not the kind of guy to argue, so I begin stroking my fingers into her pussy to get some wetness onto her tight hole.  She is rocking back into my hand.  I spread some juices up to her ass, but I can smell that awesome musky pussy and I lick it all off her hole.  I leave a nice trail of wetness and reach to the bedside table for the lube she recently bought.  I put the lube on my fingertips and begin working all around the hole, and gently pushing in to get her used to something sliding in there.  Then I get my thumb wet with the lube and some pussy juice as well, and begin to use it gently on her ass.  Eventually I am in her with my thumb, my index finger in her pussy, and I am fucking her in both holes with my hand.  She is taking it all in moaning and begging me to please fuck her ass.  I slide my fingers out and let her see me lick her pussy juice off my finger.  Then I position myself and slide into her pussy to get my cock wet, we both love this position and she cums very fast.  We keep going and we almost finish there without doing her ass, when we get to this point she has no logic or control, she just wants to be fucked hard, feeling my cock spreading her insides.  I slowly pull out and add some lube to the tip of my cock, then push it to the opening of her ass.  She wiggles and likes the feel of it there.  I begin to push into her and it feels great for me, but is a bit uncomfortable for her, and not that enjoyable this time.  Not only do I love fucking her, but I love her too, so I slide back out and find her pussy again, she is amazed by this, and melts emotionally.  She says thank you as I begin sliding in her.  It was different and new having her emotional in a different way than horny and wild.  We continue in a slow stroking time of loving and fucking, and as we both get close we finish with some hard banging, both exploding together.  I pull out and realize that walk really did help, there is a nice run of cum beginning to drip out of her.  I quickly catch it, and we both lick it off my fingers.  Then she gets all the last drops from my cock with her mouth.  We rest a bit, and I say it’s time to go, and we realize that three and half hours has passed since I was there, and we made it, I came four times.  We make some fast plans, and we both head to my place for a visit with my daughter.  She stayed at my daughter place where she lives above my wife & I in the same house.  It must have been hard for her thinking of me down stairs all night away from her.  But then that’s another story for another day.

I had all sorts of dreams that night. I just had a veg memory of them when I woke up. For me my dreams seem to evaporate after I wake up. I knew they had to do with sex though.

I went down stairs for breakfast early. I wasn't down there long before Mom came down. She looked as vigorous as ever. She was wearing a long house coat. She has a few of the same kind of housecoats. I see her very seldom in anything else but housecoats unless she goes to town to preach at the gym. At those times she wears a dress down to her knees with long sleeves. I remember dad saying she never bought fancy dresses or jewelery because she believed such luxuries were a waste of money. She didn't believe in wasting money. Now I know she didn't even wear panties or bra.

When I had gotten up I decided I would go without panties and bra myself.

“Good morning mom.” I greeted mom when I entered the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cub of coffee. “How are you feeling? I thought you would have been in bed when I got home but dad told me you praised over another dozen black boys last night.”

“Your dad is right honey. Word is all over the place about my work with black thugs. Sit down Marrie.” Mom said.

I poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from mom at the table. I tried not to look mom in the face because inside I felt so ashamed of myself. I had behaved like a real slut the night before with the four white boys that saw me in the park. I didn't know what to say to her without lying to her. I didn't like to lie usually but with in the last day lying it seemed had become second nature to me. Lying to dad about going to church service with my boy friend Paul to begin with. Actually he and I went to the park and had our first sex. Very unfulfilled for me that is. I don't know about him since I hadn't talked to him since having our first sex. Actually I was afraid to see him after meeting up with the four hot young good looking boys in the park.

“Look at me Marrie.” Mom said. “There is something different about you this morning. I promise not to tell your dad but did you have sex with Paul?”

I swallowed hard. Without thinking I answered. “How did you know mom?”

“A mother can tell Marrie.” Mom said. “He's a good man and he will make you a good husband just like your dad has made me a good husband. You relax and have a good breakfast before school. I suppose you will be going to the school dance tonight as the chaperone. Will you be coming home before the dance or stay and eat at school before the dance.”

“Probably stay at school. I'm going to be home late from the dance. Paul wants to go over some stuff about the wedding. Okay mom.” I said.

Then I heard a loud knock at the back door beside the kitchen. “Must be more black hoodlums for you to redeem mom.” I said. “I wish I were more like you mom. So good and helping those black hoodlums like you do. I don't know any woman that would take on what you do mom. They look so tough, muscular, aggressive and full of anger when they get here. I see how they change when they leave.”

“I do my best Marrie.” Mom said pulling her house coat around her and walking to the door. “Hello boys. Come in. Your back again Tony. I can never seem to get that evil seed out of you totally.”

“Fuck off bitch. You'll get my evil seed and my new friends from out of the city. I told them all about you slut. Right guys.” Tony said.

Tony walked right in wearing his tight jeans, no t-shirt or shoes. Behind him more black muscular boys around sixteen to eighteen followed him in. There had to be at least a dozen and a half. “You didn't tell us there were two sluts to take our evil seed Tony.” A boy at least six two dark brown with bare chest that was covered with sweat making his muscular chest and stomach gleam in the sunlight from the open door.

“No she is my daughter.” My mom said. “I am the one that will conduct the service of taking the badness from you boys.”

“She's going to take us all on.” Another boy behind Tony asked.

“Yes she is and believe me she knows what she is doing.” Tony said.

“That's right boys just follow me down stairs. I see I have a lot of sinful lust to take care of today. Let's get going I want to get to town later this afternoon. I have a big congregation of adult black men coming in today. Our city basketball team after the game always needs to be relieved of their badness after their aggressive game. Plus their coach recommended I also take care of the visiting team. The visiting team coach said he was impressed by another team I relieved of their badness. It is amazing teams from all across the continent have been learning about my deduction to ride black hoodlum muscular tough men of their badness.”

“Let's just get going slut. Take care of those guys later. I want you to take care of me and my boys right now bitch.” Tony said.

“Sorry Marrie what you have to hear from these hoodlums when they arrive but you are use to it. In just a few hours the boys will be leaving relieved of their bad seed and leave with smiles and content on their faces.” Mom said smiling at me.

“Yes mom. I am use to them mom.” I said ready to finish eating my breakfast. “I probably won't see you until tomorrow. Have a good day.”

“Okay.” Mom answered as she led the black muscular hoodlums through the kitchen to the basement door. They all followed her the last one closing the basement door behind him.

I finished breakfast and headed to school. At school things pretty much went as usual. Although at break I went out for a breath of fresh air and found Jason, Tom, Anthony and Ryan smoking. I was startled to see them there and didn't know how to react. I guess they were so busy talking to each other and talking they didn't see me. So I decided since they had all been nude in front of me and had pushed their cocks in me why should I be shy now. So I walked up to them and said. “Hi guys.”

“Holy shit it's the slut we fucked last night in the park.” Ryan said. “Never saw you around here before.”

“I come here everyday. How come I never saw you guys before?” I asked. “Well except last night.”

“That's because we're not from around here.” Jason said. “Our basketball team plays yours this afternoon and my Uncle let us stay at his place for a couple of days.”

“Yup and we told Uncle Jake all about you slut. He's the coach of your city's football team. You'll like him bitch.” Tom said.

“Your still meeting us after the dance aren't you cunt.” Anthony said.

“Yes I am.” I said. “I got to get back to class now though. Meet me by the gym door around nine. That's what time the dance is over.”

I went back to inside for an uneventful afternoon. After school I went to the cafeteria and had supper. I was not much one to socialize with others at school so went to the library to read until the school dance. I have to admit though all day I was looking at the hot looking boys at school with an entirely different light. I tried to make it obvious but I did look the boys up and down and at their crotches especially all the athletic boys. I even began looking all the black boys up and down and wondered what their cocks must look like. Yes I had seen probably hundreds of black boys over the years enter our house in need of moms preaching in the basement. Other than that I didn't know any black men personally. I saw many black hoodlums in the halls that had been to our house late at night. Most of them hung out together and played hooky. I knew I didn't have what mom had to tame those hoodlums and stayed away from them. So never knew what they thought of me. Even though I was intrigued I still thought I would keep my distance.

I noticed the time and knew the dance would be starting soon so headed for the school gym. I got to the dance and stood by the front of the bleachers. Already a few of the boys and girls had entered the gym. The boys sat on one side and the girls on the other. To the far side sat a bunch of black boys. I could tell they looked like trouble. I decided to ignore them. Probably later they would coming to visit mom. I know she would have her work cut out with those hoodlums. I just hoped until then they wouldn't cause any trouble at the dance.

I wasn't really surprised not to see the four hot boys that had fucked me the night before there. I didn't think a school dance would be their kind of place. The dance went pretty well. I didn't go around the other chaperones very much and they moved through the students. They were mostly older than me. Around 8:30 the dance was wrapping up and soon the dance would be over. The students began to leave. I went over and helped the chaperones to clean up after the dance. It was about ten to nine when everything was wrapped up. I went to the washroom to look at myself. I took the top of my dress down and took off my bra and put my dress up again then took my panties off. I remembered Ryan, Tom, Anthony and Jason’s request I didn't wear panties or bra when I met them outside the gym. I didn't want to take my purse with me so I went to woman’s locker room and put my things in my locker.

I came out of the woman’s locker room looking at the clock on the wall. It was two minutes to nine. I went to the front door of the gym and walked outside. “Over here slut.” I heard from beside the Gym. It was Jason. He had a hold of his crotch messaging it. It looked he was hiding one hard cock that would be needing taking care of. “Let's go the rest are waiting in the boys locker room. I got a key so we will have the locker room along with my pals, me and you to ourselves.”

I followed Jason to the entrance of the boys locker room and walked in after Jason held the door open for me. It was dark. I could feel myself trembling. I wondered what I had got myself into. Maybe this was a trap to injure me not have sex. Then the lights went on. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light after the darkness. I looked around. To my delight and amazement I saw at least a dozen hot looking young men nude. All muscular and hot looking but except for a man in his early twenties they were all black. I don't know why but I got more aroused than ever. I felt so hot and even without touching myself I could feel my pussy getting wet. I couldn't help pushing the top of my dress down and begin messaging my breast and hard nipples. “Oh yes guys.” I said and looked around looking at the hot black teenagers standing side by side. They varied in tallness from about five nine to well over six feet. Of coarse my eyes went to their cocks. Every one of them had hard on. Not one of them had less than seven solid inches.

I heard Jason suddenly say. “Well bitch is this what you wanted, because I made sure I rounded up the roughest, horniest guys I know. I don't think any of them except me, Tom, Anthony and Ryan had a bitch like you. A fucking slut. I can see by your eyes you want these hot black bucks. Don't you slut.”

“Yes. Oh yes.” I heard myself moaning. “I do. Mmmmmm.” I didn't realize I had pushed my dress off and was standing nude. I then realized my fingers were pushing into my hot pussy. My mind seemed lost in lust.

“Lay down on the mattress bitch.” Tom said stepping from behind me. I looked back to see Ryan and Anthony behind me also.

“Then suddenly one of the black teens yelled. “Holly fuck I've seen this slut before. She's the daughter of that slut I fucked a couple of days ago. Shit I never knew you were a slut like your trashy mother.”

I looked up to see it was Tony. It was the guy that had been at our house when I had gone out yesterday. Wow did he look hot nude and did he have a huge cock at least ten thick inches.

“My mother trashy slut. Are you calling my mother who told me she wanted only to preach to you a slut. How dear you.” I said defending my mother. Tony had to be wrong about my wonderful mother she wasn't a slut.

“Dam girls your stupid. It's one thing convincing your dad she was giving me and my buddies gospel meetings but you look intelligent. She only fed that crap so she could enjoy her lust for us black boys. Now get on the mattress. I know you want to get fucked and fucked hard like I've been fucking mother.” Tony said.

I went to the mattress and laid down stretching my legs wide. “Shit Tony fuck me like you fuck mom. Fuck me like that slut of a mom. She sure pulled the wool over my eyes with her praise the lord junk. I want to feel what mom feels.” I said.

Before I had a chance to finish Tony was on the bed laying on top of me. He squeezed my breast together and pinched my large nipples. “Shit your so hot. You have me so hard bitch. I got to screw you hard. These white boys told us blacks you were one hot fuck. Let's try you out. Len get over here and let her try sucking your dick. Think you can suck that dick slut.”

End of Part 3 My Life With Paul Please watch for Part 4.

My Life With Paul Part 1.

Everything seemed perfect for me. I was eighteen a virgin and engaged to a great guy in his early twenties. He had a good career thanks to his dad plus he was very good looking. He was five eight, 155 pounds of muscle. On his spare time he worked out and competed with the body builders.

I worked out also but not as much as my future husband Paul did. I just went to the gym on weekends and a couple of times after school. I did like playing sports, such as swimming and gymnastics and even after I got married I planned on playing on the city teams. Playing for the fun of playing sports. So all was looking good for me. I am 5''6" 110 pounds dark wavy hair just over my shoulders. Large breasts 38 C and my waist is 23 and hips 34 .

As I say I am a virgin so managed to fight off the boys. My brothers have always helped fight away boys who tried to hang around me. Believe me I have a lot of brothers. I am the only girl in the family. I have two older brothers both black and twelve younger brothers all shades of black. To set things straight. My parents are both white but on mom's side of the family way back is black link. Mom has never really explained it to me. None of my mother's brothers and sister had been black or her aunts and uncles. Why the black jean started showing up in my generation is difficult to understand. But blacks in my family have showen up, Infact not only am I the only girl in the family but I am the only entirely white one in the family. The rest of my brothers are different shades of black. By the way my mother is pregnant again at the age of thirty-five. She was only fifteen when she married my dad.

My dad is a priest so talking to him about sex was taboo of coarse. Mom was very conservative in manner but in looks she was stunning. I infact looked a lot like mom. She also was around 5'6” 110 pounds big breasts, small waist and ample hips. I had seen her coming from the shower a few times. She didn't work, but did a lot of volunteering for the church. We never talked about her volunteer work. I just know she was out of the house a lot. Although sometimes she did have black teenage boys to the house. On those occasions mom told me she was teaching the black boys the ways of the lord. She said the black boys needed to learn the ways of the Lord the most. Dad must have agreed with mom because he never objected to all the black boys she brought to the basement of our house.

Yes of coarse Paul was like any other man wanting to get me into bed before we got married. I have to admit it was a difficult time for myself. I had all these run away harmones I wanted to try out myself and find out how they worked and one hot itchy pussy. I never talked to other girls about sex and especially my mother. Before I go on you would think with all the children my mother had sex would be an open supject. However it wasn't. My parents had been married twenty years and she was pregnant now with her sixteenth child.

What was really amazing my room was next to my parents and through the years you would think one would hear a lot of bedsprings banging since every year or every other year I had a new brother. But I always had trouble sleeping for some reason and never heard the bedsprings except on the odd occation. I just gather my parents were quiet at sex during the night. I knew they didn't have sex during the day because dad was either at the church prepairing lessons for church or working out at his own gym.

One day after school I went to the construction site my boyfriend Paul worked. He was just getting off worked. The cafateria was empty and we went in. "What did you want to talk to me about Paul?" I asked after sitting down at one of the cafateria tables.

I know we promised no sex before we got married Marrie but I can't hold out any longer and the last thing I want to do is cheet on you. Can't we have sex just once before we get married. Please Marrie. I promise it will not change the way I feel about you. I love you so much." Paul pleaded.

"We only have to waite three more months for the big wedding your dad has planned for us Paul." I said knowing in my own head I'd love to try sex with Paul. The least I could do is pretend to want to wait. Maybe he was testing me to see if I was a good girl.

"Please Marrie. I Love you so much and I want to show my love so much to you." Paul continued to plead.

After a good half hour of pleading and I do mean pleading I said okay we would have sex. Then we had to work out where and when. Neither of us had much time or money. Most of our money was tied up in finding a nice house to move into after we got married and furniture. Thank goodness the wedding and honeymoon was all on Paul's dad. We finnally decided on Saturday after it got dark in the secluded part of the park. Paul could park his car in the parking lot. We then could take a blanket to the secluded part of the park not that far from the parking lot, put the blanket down and have our first sex. It sounded easy.

It was a busy week with finals coming up so I had a lot of studding to do. Plus swimming as well as gymnastics. I thought the week would go slow but actually it went fast. I went shopping for my mother. She was busy teaching some black boys some lessons in our basement and didn't want to disturb her. When I got home around noon she had finished the biblical lessons with the black boys and was fixing lunch when I got home. She must have had a fresh shower because she smelled especialy fresh. She had her long navy blue dress on. It must have been her favourite one because she wore it quite often.

Mom and I had soup and sandwhiches together and she asked what I was going to do the rest of the day. I told her I would be at the gym at school this afternoon and be home to help with dinner. Then would be going out with Paul this evening. I asked her what she would be doing. She told me she was having another bible class this afternoon with those black devil men. She said if it took the rest of her life she'd drill it into those boys how they were suppose to praise the lord in the proper way. I have to purify those boys even if it takes all their manness out of them." She often said. What ever she meant by that. "Those black boys always seem to gain their manlyness back though and more and once more I must purify them. It's an never ending cycle Marrie. Thank goodness the basement where I take those manness hormones away is sound proof. All the black boys and I do a lot of moaning and groaning to please those black boys and get rid of their bad seed."

"Good luck mom." I said as I gathered my gym bag and left the house. See you later this afternoon to help with dinner. I am sure dad'll be hungry after his long day at church.

It wasn't difficult telling my parents I was going to the Saturnight service with my boyfriend Paul. I did feel guilty though lying to my dad who was a priest. I lied and told him we would be going to the church on the other side of the city close to Paul's place. Paul was every bit the gentleman he always was and knocked at the door to pick me up. It was an unusualy hot night and I wore a summer dress. Yes of coarse I wore a bra and panties. Dad had already left to prepair for evening service.

Mom said she was expecting another group of the black hoodlooms over. She was wearing a long housecoat she often wore to go to the basement to teach the black boys. I had always wondered why she would wear that long house coat into the basement to teach the rapure to those black boys and wondered what she wore under it. But she had been doing it as far back as I could remember. So she must know what she is doing because at least three times a day she had those heathen black boys down stairs.

I was about to set my put my dirty dishes in the sink when I heard the back door bell ring. “I'll get it Mom.” I said heading for the back door.

“Okay Marrie.” Mom said putting her mug down on the kitchen table after swallowing her coffee.

I went to the back door and opened it. “Hi your mom is expecting us.” A black boy around eighteen said. I recognized him at once as a boy that had been over many times in the past months. His name was Tony. I had heard other boys call him that who also came to our place. He was a good six feet tall, very muscular. He always wore tight sleeveless t-shirts and blue jeans. When ever I had seen him coming over he looked so tough like a hoodlum his dark brown eyes blazing. He looked so full of anger of some sort. I couldn't really understand what the matter was with him. But then I had seen many young black men with the same kind of attatude coming to moms biblicale groups.

Then I heard mom from behind me. “Come in Tony. You have met my daughter Marrie before she is off to church service. Bring in the gang Tony.”

I stepped to one side to let Tony and the other black boys in the house. I could see mom would have a lot of work to do tonight. In walked at least two dozen hard bodied boys looking much like Tony. All the boys including Tony were rubbing the crotches of their jeans as they walked past me.

“Down stairs boys.” Mom said in a stern voice. “Thank you Tony for bring your bunch of boys so I can take all that badness from them.”

“Yea, what ever you want to call it.” Tony said. “Lets get at it. I'm about to burst and so are my buddies.”

“Follow me downstairs then Tony and bring the gang. I see I am going to have a long night with you and your buddies. I'm sorry Marrie when you have to see the way these boys behave before I remove their badness but you have seen how black boy after black boy leave with praise in their hearts and satisfaction on their faces.” Mom said as she led the two dozen black boys down the hall to the basement stairs.

“Bye mom and good luck. I am going across town to go to church service with Paul.” I said.

No sooner had I put on my shoes when the front door bell went. I went tot the door to see Paul waiting for me. I got in his car and we were soon driving toward the park. It was only a five minute drive from my place. He parked the car on the far side of the park.

We got out of his car. Paul carried the blanket and we headed to a secluded part of the park not far from the parking lot. He put the planket down and we both laid on it after kicking off my loafers.

Paul undid his shoes and took them off along with his socks.

I didn't know what to do and I don't think Paul did either. We ended up moving close to each other and began kissing. We had kissed before. He moved his large muscular arms around me in a big embrace and undid the back of my dress and pulled down the zipper. I pulled my arms through the dress and soon the top of my dress was off and I only had my bra on. He unhooked my bra and he pulled it off. My large breasts fell free. I guess Paul was impressed by the size of my breasts because he took one

of them in his hands and began to message it leaning his body into mine. I could feel his hard

cock pressed against my leg.

Paul leaned down and licked my large nipple and took it into his mouth. I wanted to see his chest and

began to undo the buttons of his cotton shirt. When I had his shirt undone I felt inside for his nude

chest. It was smooth and muscular. I ran my hands all over his chest as he let go of me and removed

his shirt and now we were both topless. He then undid my skirt and pushed it down over my hips. I kicked it down my legs and off my feet. Now I just had my panties on.

I hadn't touched my own pussy except to wash it. For some reason I thought it was a sin to touch one's self because that was for your mate to do. So I had never experienced an organzam before or even anything close to an orgasm before. Now I felt my panties and they were becoming wet with out me touching them. I didn't know why though. Then for the very first time I felt as my panties were being pushed aside by someone other than myself. Paul's finger entered my pussy and I wanted to push forward to get more of his finger in me.

However I didn't and waited for Jeff to take the lead. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and took a

hold of each side of my panties and pulled them down. I lifted my butt up and he pulled them over my ass and on down my legs to my feet. He took them off my feet and threw them on the ground. He stood up undid the top botton of his pants and undid the zipper and pushed his pants down his muscular legs to his feet and stepped out of them. I saw the big lump in his boxer shorts. Paul leaned over and pulled them down as well and stood up.

"Do you like my cock Marrie?" He said.

"Yes." I answered. It had to be around five inches long and straight. It had this head on it with a hole in the middle. It did look impressive. Äre you going to put that in me?" I asked.

"Yes but not cum today. I don't want you having children until we get married Marrie." He said.

“Okay." I answered.

Paul laid down beside me and we began to kiss again. He began kissing my neck down to my nipples and breast. He kissed down my stomach and down to my pussy. That was so hot. I was so excited when he reached my pussy but he went passed my pussy and kissed my thighs and went back to my stomach and back to my breasts and my nipples. Then he went back down to my pussy once more and licked my clit and took it into his mouth. I felt myself shaking all over. I couldn't control my body as I felt myself squirting into Paul's mouth.

He moved his mouth from my pussy and moved up again licking me all over. He then laid on top of me and kissed my lips again. I tried to kiss him back. We kissed along time before he told me to spread my legs. I spread my legs and before I knew it his cock was in my hot pussy all the way. He wasn't in my pussy more than a couple of seconds when he was pulling out. I saw a steam of blood coming from me the same time. I wanted to scream. "What have you done to me. I'm bleeding."

Just then he was pulling his cock out of me again. "I made you a woman Marrie. Nothing to worry about." Paul said.

"Okay." I answered as Paul pushed his five inch cock back into me. This time Paul's cock seemed to wake something deep inside me. I felt all hot and feaverish. I could feel my clit hard again and felt Paul put his fingers around it as his hard cock entered me all the way. Paul had withrawn his cock from my pussy at the same time. Suddenly to my amazement he took his hand around his cock and was moving it up and down in his hand. Just then all this white stuff came out all over the top of my

stomach. The only thing wrong was my pussy felt it was on fire. He had stimulated something in my pussy but had stopped. I kept rubbing my clit forgetting about Paul momentaraly and I felt my back lift off the ground and a this liquid came shooting from me again only more powerful than the first time. I lay back. When I looked up Paul was looking down at me and saying nothing.

Ïs that it?" I asked looking at Paul.

"Yes. What did you expect?" He said. He was already putting his undershorts on and pants. He had his shirt on and doing it up and I was still laying on the blanket still nude. I was stunned that after what seemed forever waiting for this day it was over so fast. “Get dressed I got to get home. I promised dad I would be home early. Hurry up Marrie.”

I couldn't consintrate because my head was spinning. I felt so let down and for some reason empty. I remember just looking up at Paul feeling tears running down my face and looking down at my nude body. What was wrong with me. I felt so hot between my legs. My pussy felt like it was on fire and Paul was ready to just forget about my needs.

“Fine stay here then. I'm going. I'll give you a call tomorrow. I'm not going to be late because you want to just lay around.” Paul said with a bit of an angry tone in his voice.

I still couldn't comprehend how Paul could get me so hot and just want to leave me here all alone only conserned he had to be home. I guess that's when my stubberness took over my reasonsoning and I said. “Go ahead Paul. Go then. I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe? Maybe not.”

“Oh I'm sorry Marrie. I really am sorry. I Love you so much Marrie but I really do have to get home. You can't stay here all by yourself. Come on get dressed Marrie and I'll take you home.” Paul said.

“Okay then.” I answered getting up, finding my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as possible. Paul put the blanket back in the car and helped me into the front seat of the car and drove me home. We kissed at the door and I went inside. The house was quiet and I went to the livingroom and sat down. I felt so lost and my body felt so hot especially my pussy. I felt like stripping nude and fingering my pussy in the worse way. But then I heard the back door open.

“Any one home?” I heard dad say.

“Yes dad. I'm in the livingroom.” I answered.

“How was the service across town tonight Marrie?” He asked as he entered the livingroom.

“It was quite interesting dad.” I answered. “I think I reached a new understanding of things.”

“I'm glad Marrie. Where is your mom? Have you seen her since you got home?” Dad asked.

“No dad. She is probably still down stairs with the black boys teaching them lessons. You know how dedicted she is in taking the badness out of them.” I said. “It is early. Do you mind if I go out for a walk down town. I want to do some thinking about tonights service and clear my head at the same time Dad.”

“Go ahead Marrie. I know you are so much like your mother dear. You just go out and relax. I am so proud of the way your mother is dedicated to teaching those hoodlum black boys. I've seen those black boys come in looking like such thugs full of plain bad lust and how they leave with big smiles on their faces with looking so relieved of their evilness. I know I could never achieve those mirraculous changes in those black boys like your mother can.

“I agree with you dad. Mom really knows what she is doing. I know tonight she is really got her hands full. That Tony guy was here again. It seems mom just can't get all the badness out of him. He is here at least three times a day for the past six months and he brings more and more thugs with him. At least as bad as he gets he at least knows to bring fellow thugs to mom so she can take the badness out of them as well.” I said opening the back door to leave. “I bet you are so proud of mom.”

“Yes I am Marrie. You could learn a lot from her. You are so kind and good like she is. I know your mom is afraid you will be better off marrying Paul, settling down and raising your own family but I still think you could learn a lot from your mom and she should take you downstairs to observe how she teaches those bad thugs to be honest and God fearing citizens. But I guess your mother knows best. Have a nice walk Marrie and I hope you clear your head.”

“Thanks dad. I'll probably just go to the park and relax. Bye dad.” I said and went out the door heading for the park. I took the short cut through the neighbours laneways and reached the park in no time. I headed to where Paul and I had been earlier and sat down. I thought back to earlier when Paul and I had been there making out. I could feel the itching in my pussy begin again and felt my nipples hardening in my bra. Without thinking I realized I had pulled the zipper down at the back of my dress. The fresh air felt so nice against the heat of my body. But I still felt so hot and pushed the top of my dress down until my bra came into view. The bra felt like it was tight and seemed to bite into my breasts. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I undid the back of my bra and let it slide off my large breast, slide down my arms and tossed it on the grass. Now I was nude from the waist up as I pushed my dress to my waist. Now my pussy seemed it was on fire. I pulled my dress up to my waist and without thinking I pulled my panties down as I lifted my ass off the ground. The next thing I knew my panties were on the ground beside my bra. I began to message my clit as I tossed my head back and could hear myself moaning.

“Shit. Look at this guys.” I suddenly heard as I opened my eyes to see four boys around eighteen starring at me. The boy talking was about five ten with short dark blond hair, wearing a tight white t-shirt and blue jeans. He looked like he might have been on the highschool football team. Slim and muscular. Two of the other boys had dark black hair and looked like they were Italian also slim and muscular both about six feet tall. The other boy had dark red hair, maybe Irish also slim and muscular about five ten.

I know I should have felt imbarressed being cought almost nude but I couldn't help but feeling hotter than ever as I couldn't help looking at each of their crotches. “Hi guys.” I said. “Why don't you guys come over and sit down with me. I'm feeling lonley and you guys look like you'd be good company.”

“Sure. Sounds good to me. My names Ryan.” The dark blond haired boy said. “This is Tom.” Ryan said pointing to the dark red haired boy. “Jason.” Pointing to one of the dark haired boys. “And Anthony.” He said pointing to the other black haired boy.

My Life With Paul. END OF PART 1.

I was exhausted. Looking after a two-year-old and three infants was harder work than anything I'd ever done in the military, even with Lee and Ken there to help me out. So Lee, Ken, Simon and Noah planned a fishing trip with Jack, out to the cabin on the banks of the lake, while Lee's parents were going to take Matthew, Michael and Marcus for the week. My plans: Not even getting dressed. 

The first whole day was glorious. I had been up at four with the men, to see them off and also to entertain Ken, Simon and Noah while Lee dropped our triplets off to Nanny and Poppy Miller's. They were all gone shortly after five, and I went back to bed. I'd slept until nearly noon, then lazed around in my pyjamas, all day long, watching movies. As I said, it was glorious. 

Later that night, at around seven-thirty, there was a knock at the door. Damned doorbell was broken, and the fist pounding loudly on the wood frightened me nearly to death. After taking a second to regain my composure, I tentatively headed out to the foyer. I didn't bother lookng through the spy-hole before unlocking the door; this was Armadale, not Edinburgh. It had already been installed on the door when we bought the house, and Lee had no desire to remove it. I opened the door, only to have a shiny badge shoved under my nose.

"Edinburgh Police. I've got some questions for you, lassie."

My heart nearly came out my mouth before I recognized the childish curl of his slowly-graying hair, and the mischeivous twinkle in his smiling, blue-gray eyes. Then I smacked him on the shoulder.

"John!" I exclaimed, half snarling, half laughing. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" He laughed and I stepped aside to let him in. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Mr. Dove home?" I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname he insisted on using. 

"No. Lee's gone fishing with Jack for the week."

"Aw, daddy's little boy is gone with him, eh?" I nodded. "And it's about time the kid learned to fish! He's two years old already!" A chuckle. "What about Captain Cost?" God, I don't even know where he came up with the names. They didn't even make sense. 

"Gone with him."

"Corpse around, do you know?"

"No. He took Noah and went with them, too."

"Hm. A right old party they're having. What about Nicole?" The only nickname that I at least understood where it came from.

"Nikolai doesn't live here, remember? I daresay he's at his house, in Russia, with his wife and hischildren." John MacTavish shrugged.

"I suppose that would be a fair assumption."  

"And will you stop it with the stupid nicknames?"

"Nah, I think they're funny." A pause. "And what about the triplets? Gone to bed, I suppose. I've yet to see them, save for the first day you and Lee brought them home from te hospital."

"They're gone, too. Lee's parents took them for the week."

"What? So you're all alone? Aw, poor lass!"

"No, I asked for this," I assured him. "They've all cleared off to give me a break. And I fully intend to spend its entirety in my pyjamas. But if you're okay with that, you're quite welcome to pop in for a drink."

"Ach, don't mind if I do."

So we sat at the kitchen table, John MacTavish and I, both sipping casually on a beer. We were having a fine old chat. But I caught him, more than once, looking at me pretty funny when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't precisely place what was in his eyes, but it was making me mighty uncomfortable. He wasn't drunk, either. That's what scared me. He'd shown up completely sober, and he's only sucked back one bottle in my presence. 

I was brewing coffee at the counter, my back to him, when I heard his chair legs scrape back. I heard his footsteps approach, then felt his presence directly behind me. I could almost feel his breath on the back of my neck. I said nothing, nor did I turn around. But when he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, I looked around to see what he wanted.

The lips that met mine were not gentle. 

What frightened me more was that I found myself returning the kiss savagely. I loved Lee more than anything in the world. I wanted to be with him forever. But I'd only be lying if I tried to say that I didn't have any feelings for Detective Inspector John MacTavish. I'd always had some sort of a crush on him, even in spite of the twenty years separating us. He had always seemed hot to me. He was a badass cop, real tough and hardened, who didn't take shit from anyone. But he was also rather seneitive, a real human being, who had his own vulnerabilities. And that, for some reason, was appealing to me. 

And MacTavish powerful handsome, for a guy fifty-two years young. I'd always had a thing for older men, anyway. Even when I was a teenager. I loved MacTavish's thinning hair, the way it curled around his ears and at the nape of his neck. I loved that it was flecked with gray. I loved the lines on his forehead, the wrinkles at the corners of his pale, fiery eyes, the creases that framed his firm mouth. I loved the way his hands felt on the back of my head. They were tough and calloused, heavily lined from the passing of the years. But they were soft and smooth at the same time. They held me delicately. Yes, there was a lot to be said for age.

I lost myself, going deeper and deeper into the kiss. John spun us so that he was facing the fridge, and he braced me up against it, his lips never leaving mine. And I wasn't pushing him away; I was pulling him closer. The air was so thick with passion, it could have supported a human body. Finally, MacTavish backed away slowly. Both of us just looked at each other, gasping for air, not saying a word. It was when I saw his arousal through his jeans and felt my own loins tingle that I snapped back to reality. I realized what I'd just done, and I was ashamed.

"I knew my hunch was right," the cop muttered gruffly, turning away from me to gaze out the kitchen window over the sink.

"John." I was scared, now. More scared than I'd ever been. And I hated myself. Because my arousal wasn't going away; it was growing with every second that I looked at the back of his head. "John." But I couldn't think of anything else to say.

We stood ther ein utter silence for a long time. John was still staring out the window, his back to me, both hands firmly on the counter. I was still with my back against the fridge, and I was hugging myself, as if for protection. After what seemed like ages, the silence cracked. And I was shocked at the words coming from my own mouth.

"We can make love. Whenever you're ready."

*****

I soon discovered that kissing wasn't the MacTavish's only talent.

I was no rookie, by any stretch of the imagination. But next to the Inspector, I looked like a raw virgin. That was another thing age had going for it; he'd been around the block a few more times than I had.

I had never been one for rushed sex and, as things turned out, DI MacTavish wasn't, either. We undressed as soon as we'd hit the bedroom. But there was much more kissing before there was any intercourse. I think my lips touched every single inch of his body, and his mine. Even when he finally entered me, his lips were still on mine, sucking and plunging desperately.

And he went very slowly. His cock was much bigger than Lee's, bigger than any other man I'd ever slept with. It felt strange to be driven soo deep inside. But he wasn't driving hard, even if he was going as deep as he could with every measured, deliberate push. ANd his pace only made it feel that much better. Both of us were nearly mad with desire, the earnest need to go faster, to climax, to release with one another. And this was precisely the reason MacTavish went so slow. He was going to make it last. And he was going to build it up so high that, when it finally happened, it would feel like Heaven and beyond.

I let him lead. He knew what he was doing. I just laid there on my back, plundering his lips and groping his body. I ran my hands slowly from his shoulder blades to his ass cheeks, my hands clammy and slipping on his shining, sweaty back. The skin had started to go slack with the years, but his policeman's muscle was still rock-hard beneath. As my hands reached his bum, his mouth moved to my nipple. He was sucking viciously, his tongue going around and around. I bucked violently, involuntarily, as my juices began to flow around his inserted dick. My hands tightened outside of my control, fingertips digging hard into his tight cheeks. My moaning seemed to be driving him wild. He began thrusting savagely in and out, bringing his speed past a crawl for the first time in the two hours we'd been rolling around on the sheets.

John was nearing his end, now. He grabbed my forearms and lifted me from the bed. I flew upright, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. His hands found the back of my head once more, tangling in my hair, lips on mine again. He was driving his pelvis in and out, in and out, in and out, a blinding rhythm, as I felt his manhood begin to pulse and quiver within me. His stifled screams lashed against my mouth as he exploded. We clutched each other tighter than a lifeline as John's body writher against mine, his passionate groans deafening, even with the padding of my lips. When his cum finally stopped, we both collapsed on the bed, him still on top of me, his cock still inside, and we kissed a little longer. From time to time, MacTavish gave a thrust inside, grunting in pleasure as he did so. He barely had the awareness to pull out of me before we both blacked out into blissful exhaustion.    

It was one of her annual visits, and we had all the old gang over to have a good time.  Still, after all these years, Jordan still has the amazing body that she always has.  Just like my wife, she works out daily, stands at about 5'6, 115 lbs, about C sized tits, shoulder length blonde hair, and an ass to kill for.  As the party went on, we all got pretty shitty.  My friend Josh, who always loved Jordan, was hitting on her pretty hard.  And she was letting him, they flirted all day long.  As the day came to an end, all of the guys decided to go out on our own, leaving the girls home alone.  As we were leaving, I heard Jordan say that she wasn't feeling good and was going to go upstairs to lay down for a bit.  All of the guys got together and we headed out to finish our drunken reunion.  I didn't make it long, maybe a couple of hours and a half dozen beers before I felt like I needed to run.  I was feeling pretty buzzed and very horny, and wanted to go home to my sexy wife.  I left the guys at the bar, and told those that were staying at our house to just come in and find a place to sleep.  As I drove home I got more and more horny about coming home to fuck my wife, to the point that I had a raging hard on when I pulled in the drive.  I noticed a few cars left in the driveway of some of the girls still there.  Went I went inside, I didn't see Jordan or my wife.  The other girls laughed that they were light weights and were both upstairs asleep. Â I decided to surprise my wife to see how asleep she really was.  As I quietly stepped in our room, the lights were out, and I could barely make out her shape under the sheets.  I locked the door, kicked off my shoes and began to undress.  As I slid into the bed, wearing nothing but a massive erection, I peaked to see that she was in shorts and a t shirt.  I nestled up behind her and pulled her close to me to allow her to feel my boner poking into her back.  She let out a soft groan and held my arm around her.  I knew she was aware of what I wanted, so I went for it.  Moving my hand up and down her I slid it under her shirt, rubbing her chest over her bra as she laid there and let it happen.  After kissing the back of her neck and playing with her chest, I decided to see how awake she really was.  I moved my hand down her stomach, down the inside of her shorts, and worked my hand between her legs.  As my fingers worked their way down the inside of her panties, I noticed that she had freshly shaved herself.  This made me really hot b/c I'd asked her to do this for awhile and she refused.  Finally she'd given in to my request and shaved her pussy.  As my fingers continued down, it was confirmed how awake she really was.  She was drenched between her legs, her pussy was so smooth and I knew she wanted to be fucked.  I wasted no time.  I slid her shorts down her bent legs, and she helped push her white thong down at the same time.  Just like I knew she liked it, she rolled to put her face down in the pillow and pointed her ass up in the air.  I got on my knees behind her and held her tight hips.  Inch by inch I moved the length of my cock inside of her.  She was so wet and seemed so tight.  I could hear her moaning into the pillow and I knew she loved it this way.  I pushed all the way in and held it there, playfully awaiting her to rotate her hips back into me.  Then it happened, total and complete shock.  She turned her head to the side, and moaned out, "Please Josh, fuck me."  I knew that voice, it wasn't my wife, it was Jordan.  "Holy shit!!!" I thought to myself.  What was I going to do, this wasn't my wife, and I wasn't who she thought I was.  I had no idea, but there was just enough booze in me to throw caution to the wind and finish what I started.  "But I must be fast, finish and sneak out," I said to myself.  I'd never cheated, but I was past the point of no return so I went for it all.  I grabbed her small hips and jack hammered her good.  She loved it, she fucked me back just as hard as I fucked her.  She was a little pistol, she loved it, she was tight but man she was good in the sack.  She kept her face down most of the time to muffle her sounds.  The only thing I could here were muffled moans and my body slapping against hers.  I was so hard and loving this so much, I'd wondered for a long time what she was like in the sack, and I now I knew.  I could tell by how she fucked me that she was quite the vixen back in her hometown.  I needed to cum, secretly, but didn't want it to end.  I decided it had to happen to save my marriage and friendship with her so I pumped her harder and faster.  I fucked her with all the determination I could, and she could tell I was building up faster and faster, but so was she.  I decided to hold out till she came first, so I focused on her pleasure more and more.  She reached under herself and played with herself as I plunged in and out rapidly.  She moaned louder, harder, faster and I knew she was close.  A few more seconds then it happened, she lifted her face off the pillow, looking straight ahead into the headboard and grunted and moaned out as she came with much intensity.  The warm fluids of her pussy around me turned me on so much and now I knew I needed to spread my seed inside of her.  I went back to my rapid thrusts, over and over till I was about to cum.  Just as I approached orgasm she pulled a shocking move...  She moved forward to the point that I slid out of her, then immediately she spun a around to face my cock.  For a brief moment I knew I was doomed, but she was so focused on my cock, and the room was just dark enough, where she never even looked at my face.  She spun around, wrapped her small warm hands around my cock, and commanded me, "Josh, cum in my mouth baby!  I've always wanted to taste your cum."  What this told me was that she and Josh had never hooked up, and I'd have to let Josh in on what happened so he could go along with it.  I knew he'd be ok, b/c this meant that he'd probably get to fuck her before she went back home.  I grabbed the sides of her head and forced my cock in her mouth, not wanting her to look up at me.  She moaned out and I knew she wanted it, so I held her ears and began fucking her sweet mouth. Â She was really good at this, taking my entire length in and out of her mouth with long strokes.  She held my balls in one hand, and my ass in the other, allowing me to pump her soft throat over and over again.  I couldn't take it anymore, I knew I was close.  I whispered, to disguise my voice, that I was about to cum and she sucked and pumped her face harder and faster.  She was hungry for my cum, and she was about to get it.  I gripped her hair in my hands and thrust in a few more times before giving one last warning.  Upon that final warning she took me as deep as she could go, then held it there as I began unloading deep in the back of her mouth.  She moaned out and began swallowing my loads.  My orgasm lasted about 10 seconds and she took all of my jizz in her mouth.  She sucked a few more times, licked it clean then started to slide me out of her mouth.  Just then we heard a tap on the door, "Jordan, are you awake?" I head my wife say.  Without a word I jumped off of the bed and into the bathroom.  We had a Jack and Jill style bathroom so I knew I had an escape route but I had to stay to see what was said.  Jordan unlocked the door and I listened to the conversation.  Jordan mentioned nothing of sex, and apologized for falling asleep in the wrong bed.  My wife told her not to worry about it, but she wanted to wake her and get her to move before the boys got home and Jason got in bed with the wrong girl.  They laughed about it and I knew I had barely escaped trouble.  I put on some new clothes then snuck out the other side of the bathroom.  I tapped on the door and the girls told me to come in.  I walked in to my wife sitting on the bed, Jordan wrapped in a blanket, and the two of them talking.  I could smell the sex but my wife was clueless.  I shoved my clothes under the bed using my foot and suggested that Jordan just stay in our bed and we stay in the guest room.  They thought that was a good idea and just as my wife and I were getting ready to leave the room, one of the other girls stuck her head in the room to let us know that Josh just called and said he was too drunk to drive and needed someone to come pick him up.  The look on Jordan's face was one of disbelief.  She stared down at the bed, confused.  My wife asked me, "Jason, who all did you bring home with you from the bar?"  "Just me," I replied, as I looked at Jordan to see her response.  As my wife took my hand and suggested that we go to bed I heard Jordan bid my wife goodnight, then turn to me, 
"goodnight Josh, I mean Jason." with a grin on her face.

There was the 2 tech guys ensuring the servers and IT infrastructure was in place and my boss Dawn and me who were to oversee the whole transition of everything else! This meant a lot of running back and forth and a whole lot of evening work.

Saturday night in the new office and me and Dawn were finally at the last leg of having everything ready, just a few more finishing touches and that was it. We were stressed, tired, hungry and feeling giddy at the same time. 

We have a great working relationship, she never acts like the boss, more like one of the guys which is probably why I feel comfortable talking and joking without any worries. Dawn also has a dirty mouth which is shocking to hear when someone as hot as her comes out with shit that just makes your mouth drop, either way she gets the guys in the office and outside for that matters attention. And rightly so, she's fit!

In our newly created recreation area, Dawn was working up a ladder putting some xmas decorations around whilst I was busy installing the last couple of whiteboards in the other part of the office. She called out to give her a hand, I grunted out I was busy but she just said get your ass over here!

I dropped what I was doing and went to her, she was high up on the ladder and she said that it was shaking and asked if I could hold it steady. I walked over and held the ladder, tired and not paying attention I didn't notice that I had an awesome up skirt shot just above my head. Dawn asked for a decoration and as I reached into the box and went to pass it to her, my eyes transfixed onto the glorious view before me. I paused, mouth probably dropped to the floor and stared motionless for a few moments... Dawn said something which I didn't hear until she chuckled and then loudly said, "Hey, can I help you?".

I apologised, shaking myself out of it pretending I didn't see anything but it was blatantly obvious. Dawn laughed and just said "Men!". I replied saying that it was hard not look when it's literally staring me in the face.

Dawn said, "well I guess thats true but the first time is free, after that I charge". I laughed and passed her another decoration which I  slapped against her ass before handing it to her. She giggled and said cheeky bastard, what would your wife say if she knew you were spanking your boss' ass!?

I shook my head, looking at her with a half amused grin and said, she wouldn't as the Mrs would probably kick me in the balls then go after her… or it might go another way and she gets turned on by it I laughed.

Oooh Dawn said, that would probably be better. I replied aren't guys supposed to be the ones who always want threesomes? Dawn said that women are much worse than men and that she was more like 100 times worse. I chuckled and said yep you do strike me as a bit of a slut, she threw the star hitting me on the head calling me an asshole. I bowed saying, "only for you" as I stood up again looking briefly up her skirt and continued, "oh wait, theres the other asshole" slapping another decoration against her ass.

She turned around on the ladder to face me,  "WATCH IT YOU, I may not give you a raise in your next review!" I smiled and said that's ok as I was getting one with the new view! Dawn closed her legs, blushed like crazy, turned around and came down the ladder.

I stepped back as she climbed down, turned around and approached me face to face pointing her finger on to my chest and said "You... behave or else I will have to sort you out!".

That made my cock twitch as she had a new look in her eye, I replied wittingly that I had a dream that my boss had to 'sort me out'! Dawn shook her head bitting her lip at the same time, "so your admitting that you fantasise about your boss, you know I can report your ass to HR!" I said that it would be worth it if I even did half of what that dream was about but that wouldn't happen as she's no where near as daring as the one in my mind!

Dawn blushed, looked down then looked directly into my eyes… her stare felt like it froze time with me frozen me in place." What did we do then?" she asked softly. I smiled saying i'd rather not say but can show you if your still interested? Dawn just nodded, still her eyes piercing me as I took her by the hand and sat her down on the sofa. "Trust me" I said, Dawn just nodded and was beginning to breath heavily not fully knowing what I had on my mind.

A new confidence had come over me, I was feeling brash and certain that my next moves would be welcomed rather than rejected, so I moved right up to her face, our lips almost touching, our breathes short and fast, I rubbed my face softly against hers gently brushing then moving over to the other side, as I did our lips briefly touched each others making her sigh. I began to stroke her hair, my fingers then began to work their way down onto her neck, I moved back in front of her lips and again brushed against them, this time we kissed for a moment, short but heart stopping. Her eyes opened and looked deeply into mine, "We shouldn't be doing this" she spoke softly as she leaned in and kissed me slowly but fully. I replied stop then and returned the kiss sliding my tongue softly out against hers, our bodies trembling from the slow controlled touch of one another.

I pulled away, her posture still frozen from our kiss. I moved back to the corner of the sofa and began to undo my trousers, Dawn's eyes opened wide and she gave a look of doubt for a moment but I broke her thought by telling her to move back to the other corner of the sofa and undo her bottoms. Dawn was curious by this action as I had not jumped her or tried to touch her anywhere erogenous, "trust me" I told her softly but commandingly. We then began to take off our bottoms leaving both of us in our underwear, my cock was fully erect and bulging almost out of my briefs. Dawn had on a sexy black frilly pair on knickers which she was not letting me have too much of a view of, her legs were smooth looking and slim, all I wanted to do was jump her and fucking the living daylights out of her but I wanted to push the envelope.

With trousers off I starred deep into Dawn's eyes, wanting / needing to feel her connection with me, I began stroking my cock through my briefs as our stare still held. She did not react at first, I suppose unsure what was happening or how to proceed / whether to even but to my delight, a sparkle in her eye shone and she began very cautiously touching her breasts. Her legs parted slightly which made me grip my cock harder, this worked backwards as well as Dawn slid her hands downwards onto her legs and began rubbing up and down her inner thighs ever so softly.

Our eyes were now totally transfixed on each other, our bodies were now interacting with each others even though we were not physically touching one another. Dawn then bent her legs up, stroking them as moved and then parted them nice and wide for me revealing part of her pussy lip for me to gaze upon. Our stare broke for a moment due to this and when I realised, Dawn just looked at me and smiled blushing sexily at me. I knew that now I could take things to the next level and began to slide my hand into my briefs and stroke my cock up and down inside, Dawn then lost her gaze for a moment and her fingers moved automatically onto her pussy. I didn't want her to stop looking at me stroking so I quickly stroked my cock so that the tip of my cock poked out of my briefs, Dawn's eyes widened and her lips parted for a moment, this was my moment to complete the act, with my other hand I pulled down my briefs over my raging cock then over my balls where I rested my hand on.

Dawn looked up at me, it was a confusing look, one that was of excitement and shock at the same time. I smiled reassuringly at her and looked down at her hand which was now very much stroking over her wet knickers, Dawn looked down at herself and then gave me what I had so yearned to see, with one hand resting just next to her pussy lip, the other hand moved her knickers fully to the side to reveal her sweet, shaven hot mound. She looked up at me, I think my mouth had hit the floor as she bit her lip and then slid her finger onto her clit, her pussy lips splitting effortlessly.

I began stroking my cock faster and faster as she began to stroke her pussy more and more, our gaze had once again resumed as we both leaned back comfy into the sofa and masturbated in front of each other intensely. Our breaths were now loud and fast, our smell was now musty and intoxicating in the air, we were now stirring in our seats, transfixed on each other, transfixed on stroking ourselves for our partners pleasure. My cock started to leak precum which made Dawn stop for a moment, I said she was driving me crazy. Dawn smiled and said I had made her very wet. I smiled still transfixed on each her, "I want you" I said calmly, well as calmly as I guy stroking his cock in front of his boss could say.

Dawn shook her head, "hmmm you want this" as she toyed with her cunt hole. "Yes" I replied almost instantly. Dawn then stood up breaking our frantic stroking session, she walked to my end of the sofa and leaned down and we kissed passionately. Dawn pulled away and then pulled off her top revealing her red frilly bra which to my delight was taken off only a moment later, allowing me to feast upon her amazing perky lil breasts. She leaned down again and we kissed again, as our lips touched, her hand grasped around my sticky hard shaft and she thumbed the tip of my cummy cock. I groaned out in pleasure from her surprise touch as we tonged frantically.

With my cock at her mercy, Dawn stood up breaking our kiss and split her legs either side of me and squatted down onto the tip of my swollen cock. I grunted out in pleasure as she engulfed the tip of my cock, she didn't slide down at first, rather rocked her pussy with the tip of my cock just inside her, it was driving me nuts, her hand holding firmly on my shoulder and eyes now on fire as she looked deviously at me and then sank her pussy fully down onto my cummy shaft in one go. We moaned together.

Her pussy wasn't tight like I imagined but it was eating my cock for everything it was worth and felt like heaven. She leaned down grabbing the hair on the back of my head and yanked it back, then swiftly slid her tongue in my mouth frantically… all the while moaning as our tongues slid over each others.

My fingers dug into her ass and gripping tight pulled her forward towards me pushing even more deeper, Dawn moved back and we began frantically rocking and grinding… I was hungry for those tits and had one in my greedy mouth in an instant. She moaned and said, "Fuck you feel so big, fuck me harder!" Not a problem and I did what my boss asked of me, I picked he up and with my cock still firmly crammed in her cunt and laid her on her back parting her legs wider and pumped my hips full speed deep into her… she grunted out loud in pleasure and her hands gripped my ass for dear life as I went into warp speed.

After what felt like ages of fucking in rampant bliss like this, I was loosing my breathe and Dawn knew it was her turn to work on me. She told me to lay down, which I did collapsing onto the sofa sweating and cunt soaked. She knelt down between my legs and devoured almost all my member in our go, which took me by surprise. My eyes rolled back into my head as she ate my cock like nothing I had ever experienced before, she was creating a suction and yet her tongue was wrapped around my member, lapping up all our juices. I gripped her hair and pulled it around which she clearly loved whilst looking up at me with cock in mouth smiling, I continued to face fuck her for a couple of minutes till I told her I cant hold it any longer if she continues… so she pulled away but just before, she bit the tip of my cock making me moan out.

Dawn then mounted me in seconds, it was clear that pussy and cock were meant to be as locked together instantly and she began giving me the ride of a lifetime. Time seemed to have stopped and we were both moaning out so loud, our fuck scent filling the office air, we were both in another world of pleasure and sin, her beautiful cunt was swallowing and holding me tight inside her, my cock twitching, dying to release its seed inside her… hoping to God to cum inside her.

As she bounced up and down my balls were sticking and being bashed be her frantic bobbing, I looked up at her and said I cant hold it, i'm going to cum baby… she opened her eyes looking at me still pounding away and leaned in gripping my hair from behind kiss me, our tongues lashed together and she said dominantly, "don't you stop, i'm going to cum too".

I held her hips as I thrusted upwards to meet her thrust… she groaned out "Oh God!…FUCK!!!" I did this a couple more times, the cum in my balls was now at boiling point… "Fuck! Cum baby" I shouted.

Dawn screamed and said "YES! i'm coming… Cum!!!" With that I shot the hardest load of cum into her pussy, spirt after spirt sending my body into spasm along with her… our juices were overspilling as our orgasm hit its pinnacle moment as we screamed out the building. Our orgasms started to settle, my seed still twitching and filling her overfilled cunt up… Dawn had now collapsed onto me and was panting loud and was glistening with our sweat.

We stayed like this for a while catching our breathes, embracing one another, feeling the ecstasy of our insane love making/fucking session subside. Minutes passed and finally she moved her head and looked up at me and gave me a very content and sexy smile, "I'm so light headed" she said, "But that was amazing" as she leaned up and kissed me softly as we both enjoyed a calm sensual kiss.

I replied saying I loved every second with her and didn't want to let go. Dawn replied "Don't ever then" and we kissed again and stayed in each others embrace falling asleep for the next few hours.

When I awoke, Dawn was looking up at me, staring and playing with my chest hair. I smiled and kissed her forehead and stroked her hair… I asked what the time was and she said she didn't know but I didn't care at this stage what the time was, my wife was probably fast asleep at home and with any luck, I'd be back home before she woke in the morning. She looked at me and said, "Do you have to go?" I said no, i'm all yours if you want me and with that she smiled and leaned up to kiss me passionately on the lips, my cock twitched springing into life again which Dawn noticed instantly and wiggled her hips on me. "Looks like someone wants more!?" she said playfully at me, I leaned up pulling her back and said only if my boss wants to give me a raise!

And with that, my boss pushed my hard cock back into her used cunt and said, "oh your gonna get a raise alright, plus extra benefits!!!"…

The End

So what we do is we will clap one time.  We have found that this will get their attention and immediately focuses our way.  Then we will wag our finger back and forth and mouth either “No” or “Stop” depending on the situation and they do.  They also know that mommy and daddy do not play when it comes to consequences and they hate the time out chair at home.  So it works.

Going back to the situation at hand, I clap.  My daughter looks at me.  Then I mouth the word “Stop” and immediately she hands the toy to the little girl and then goes to pick up a different toy. 

Unbeknownst to me, one of the moms was watching me and came over.

“How did you do that?”

I turned and there she is looking right into my eyes.  She is a beautiful blonde who had a baby later in her years.  She looks to be in her upper 30’s or low 40’s.  She is thin but not skinny.  You can tell that she works out and that her body is very toned.

“Do what, Michelle?”

“Get your daughter to listen to you so well.  I have noticed that both of your kids listen to you very well.  I wish that I could get my daughter to do that.”

“Really, with some work you can do it as well.  It just takes some consistency and follow through and you can make it happen.”

“Do you think you could help me?”

“Sure, what would you like me to do?”

“Can you come over to my house and watch me for a day?  Then you can give me pointers on how to get better.”

“Sure, let’s set up a time and we can make that happen,  I would love to be of some help.”

So we set up a time after the class is over. 

“So, we are on for Friday?”

“Yes Michelle, I am looking forward to it.  I can just go in a little late for work but we will make it happen.”

Friday rolls around and I knock on the door of another fabulous house that is just blocks away from the beach.  I can hear the daughter yelling inside of the house.  When Michelle gets to the door, she already looks a little overwhelmed. 

‘Hey Michelle, how are you?”

“We are already off to a rough start.”

“Really, well I will just hang out and watch.”

I was amazed to see what I saw.  Michelle was busy running around the house while her daughter sat in front of the tv for two hours.  After two hours, her daughter started to get antsy.  But rather then engage her daughter, she is making more phone calls and refuses to leave her computer.

She finally does when her daughter throws a huge tantrum and begins to throw toys around the room.  Michelle finally walks into the room and says, “When I count to three you had better stop.”

“1-2.  I am counting now. 1. Do you hear me? 1-2  I mean business.  Don’t let me get to three. 1-2…”

This went on for another fifteen minutes.  I never knew that I would ever desire to hear the number three so much in my life.  And by this time, her daughter is bouncing off the walls.

Then there was nap time.  I kid you not.  It took her three hours to finally get her daughter to sleep.  By the time they were done, you could tell that Michelle was exhausted.

We both sit down on the couch and start talking. 

“Wow, you are exhausted.”

“How long does it take you to put your kids down for a nap?”

“Once we start the process, it takes about 15 minutes top.”

“How do you do that?”

I won’t bore you with the details but we got into an hour discussion on parenting techniques.  It really was a break through for Michelle.  She realized that she needed to engage her daughter more, establish a schedule so that they both know what is happening, and to really mean what she says.

“Thank you so much for coming over.  You don’t know how much this has meant to me.  I am so tired.”

Right then, she puts her head on my lap.  Out of instinct, I rubbed her head.  I think it was more out of compassion for Michelle.  From what I could see, she closed her eyes and was just relishing in the minute.

“It just feels so good to lay my head down to rest.”

Did I just feel her hand squeeze my cock?  I could have sworn I felt something but of course I was not going to ask because what if I was wrong.  I would be so embarrassed.

She actually rolls completely over so that she now faces me.  However, she makes it a point to keep her hand under her head.  Again, I resume rubbing her head.

“You don’t know how good that feels.”

Then, there is no mistake this time.  I do feel a squeeze and immediately my cock reacts.

“Jamal, I have something to ask you but I don’t want to be offensive.”

“Well, I would hope you know Michelle that I am not easily offended.  Especially if it comes from a place of a truly genuine heart.”

“There has been something that I have always wanted to know.”

Squeeze.

“What is that Michelle?”

Squeeze.

Squeeze.

“Here goes.  Is it true what they say about black men?”

Squeeze.

“It depends on what they say.”

Squeeze.

“You know.”

Squeeze and now my cock is rock hard.

“I am not sure what you are getting at Michelle.”

Squeeze.

“So you are going to make me say it?”

Squeeze, rub, squeeze, rub.

“Is it true that all black men are well endowed?”

“Michelle, have you been watching porn?  Cause that is totally a porn stereotype.”

“So not all black men are well endowed?”

“Anytime you throw the word all into any sentence, it is not usually true.”

“That does make sense.  But I do have to admit that I like what I feel in m hand.”

Squeeze.

“So, I did feel what I thought I was feeling.”

“Yes, it is just that you are so nice.  It is hard to resist wanting to have you in me.”

“Really Michelle, are you sure?”

“Yeah, that and Stacy told me what happened.  Don’t worry.  She had to tell someone and she knew that her secret was safe with me.  But I have watched you in class and now to have you here with me, I can see why she did it.”

Then, Michelle lifts up her head and unzips my pants.

“Michelle, this is a big step.”

“I know.  But you feel so good and I just want to feel good.”

She fishes my cock out of my pants and lowers her head onto my cock.

“Oh Michelle, that feels good.”

“You may not think that you have a big cock but you are definitely bigger than my husband.”

She lowers her head and takes half of my cock into her mouth.  She sucks and then raises up to the head of my cock and lowers her face again. 

“Well, your husband is definitely a lucky man because you know what you are doing.”

She lifts her head off my cock and says, “Thank you.”

“Denise is going to be up soon.”

Michelle sits up and straddles me.  She pulls up the skirt she is wearing and moves her panties to the side.

“Jamal, I want you in me.”

She grabs my cock and lowers herself right onto my cock.

“Oh my Michelle, you are so tight.”

“I told you that you are bigger than my husband and you are stretching me nice and wide.”

Once she gets all of my cock into her, she leans forward and shutters on my cock.

“I am cumming Jamal.  I am cumming.”

“Enjoy it Michelle.  Enjoy my cock.”

She begins to rock back and forth on my cock.

“It has always been my fantasy since I was a teenager to have a black dick inside of me.”

“Well, now your fantasy is reality.  What are you going to do with it?”

That was all she needed to hear.  She begins to impale herself with my cock.  I have never had a woman ride me so hard.  This was proof to me how in shape she was because she was riding my cock like no other and showing no signs of slowing down.

“Give me that black cock.”

She leans back and begins to squeeze my cock each time she rises.  This woman has amazing vaginal control.

“Michelle, I am going to cum.”

“How close are you?”

“I am about to cum right now.”

Michelle jumps off of my cock and takes it in her mouth.

She jacks my cock while sucking my head.

I grab her head and shoot my cock into her mouth. 

She takes all of my cum and swallows every single drop.

She lifts her head and looks at me. 

“I just had to taste your cum.”

“Thanks for coming over today.  Again, you do not know how much this day has meant to me.   

If you enjoyed this then check out parts 1-3.  Parts 1 and 2 are called "Mrs. Listen" and part 3 is called, "Playdate."

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 I have to admit that I was worrid that things would change in class.  I mean having an affair with the teacher and her aid was among one of the hilghlights of my life but there was always that fear of getting caught and the news getting back to my wife.  But as I enteracted with them both within the context of the class, I know that every thing was fine.

 One of the reasons that I loved to volunteer at the class was wo watch my daughter and her friend that she had made in the class.  She and little Ivy got along wo well.  They would walk thorugh class holding hands.  They would hug each other as we got ready to leave.  The two were inseperable.  

On average, I would take two of my kids to class.  But on this day, my son was not feeling well so I decided to leave him at home because we did not want to risk getting any of the other kids sick.  So on this particular day, Ivy and Lisa were two peas in a pod.  They followed each other from project to project.  It was so stinking cute it was ridiculous.  After the class was over, Julie, Ivy's mom saw ho much they were hanging out with each other.

"Wow, just look at our girls," said Julie.

"I know.  Can you believe it?  I have watched these two and it has been like that all day,"  I responded.

"Really, I have an idea.  How would you and Lily like to come over to my house for lunch," asked Julie.

"OMG, I think Lily would love it.  Let me check with my wife and make sure if we can come over."  So, I call my wife and get the okay to go over to her house.  Then she proceeds to give me the directions to her house.  So, once the class in, I strap my daughter into her car seat and head on over.  I have to admit that my mind was blown;  It was a house the my wife and I had checked years ago but it was beyond our financial means.

I walk into the house and the amazement continues.  However, I try to be cool because i I don't want to be so blatantly obvious that I was floored by the design of this house.  My favorite element was the huge bay window so that you can just look right out into the ocean.

"Oh I see that you like my bay window?  Isn't it absolutely beautiful?"

"Jamie, it is stunning.  I know that I would just sit here every morning and enjoy a hot cup of coffee as I looked to watch the waves crashing."

"Looks like our kids are not the only ones who have something in common."

"I would venture to say that you are correct."

"Well, have a seat while I go and make the kids something to eat," said Julie.

I help the kids go into the bathroom to wash their hands and get ready to eat.

"Hey Julie, does it matter where they sit at at the table?"

"No, just help them find a place and I will bring out some food."

I get the girls settled in and you know that they insited that they sit next to each other and how can you say no to that kind of cuteness.  Now Julie does not help the cuteness factor go down.  She brings everything out on princess trays.  When she divies out the food, she places it on princess plates.  Finally, they drink out of princess cups.  The two act like little queens for the day.

An  hour later, I tell Lily to get ready.  Right then, I Ivy runs at me and tugs on my pants.  I look down and again I see pur cutness.

"Can Lily stay and take a nap with me?"

"I don't know.  I have make sure that it is okay with your mom."

"Yeah, it is fine with me. I don't mind at all."

I call my wife to see what she thinks.  After grilling me for what seems like forever, she finally gives in and allows Lily to stay with Ivy and take a nap.  So Julie and I both go to get the kids down for their nap.  Did I say they were cute?  This moment was by far no exceptions.

Once the kids go down, Julie and I sit down in the living room to talk.  We cover everything from sports to politics, from celebrity gossip to school gossip and the list goes on.  As we are talking, Julie offers me a tour of the rest of the house which of course I take her up on.  And then it happens, it is one of those moments that become instantly locked in the foils of your mind forever.

As we are walking by the pool, somehow Julie slips and falls in the pool.  I reach out to grab her and lose my balance so in I go as well.  

"Can you believe it," I ask.  "This is crazy.  I have never had anything likd this happen to me before."

We both jump out of the pool and wouldn't you know it.  We both have our phones in our pockets.

"Hey, you can go in my room and use the bathroom in there to dry off.  There is a closet in there.  Open the door and you will see one of my husbands robes.  Take a shower to warm up and change into the robe so I can throw your clothes in the dryer."

 "Thanks Julie.  I am freezing.  But what about you, what will you do?"

"We have a guess bathroom.  I am going to change in there.  We always keep extra stuff in there.  I should be fine."

So off I go.  Again, enjoying all of the perks of the house, I switch the shower head to it's massage mode and get the water as hot as I can stand it.  I lose all track of time just living in the moment.  Right then I hear the door open and Julie comes in to take get my clothes.  

"You okay in there Jamal."

"Yes, I am okay just enjoying a massage."

"Oh Jamal, I would have been more than happy to give you a massage."

"Well, if I fall into the pool again saving your hide the I will take you up on your offer."

We both die laughing as she walks out of the bathroom.  One I exit the shower and towel off, I see the robe hanging out for me.  This is when I relaize that the apple does not fall too far from the tree.  You can see how Julie's sweetness and hospitality has rubbed off on her daughter.

As I walk into the living room, I see Julie and see is in her robe.  It is pretty sexy.  It is a silky red robe that barely covers the bottom of her ass.  I remember thinking and hoping that I could catch her bending over just to get a glimpse of her ass and to see if she is wearing any panties.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?" 

"I would love to have some.  That sounds wonderful right now."

I am watching "Hanna" on their television when I hear a commotion in the kitchen.

"Jamal, can you help me?"

I run into the kitchen to see Julie wrestling with a kitchen rod that had fallen off the wall.  

I jump in behind her and hold the curtaiin rod in place.

"Let me run and get a nail and hammer to hang this back up again."

She leaves for what seems like forever which was actually five minutes.  She works her way back betwen me and the curtain.  What neither of us realized is that while she was working her way in, my cock had popped out through the front of the robe.  She continues to work on the curtain when a nail falls out of her hand.  She bends over to grab the nail and that is when we both realize our compromising situation.

Some how, my cock slips right between her legs, rubbing right against the folds of her pussy.  That is when I realized the answer to my question.  No, she was not wot wearing any panties.  We both kind of freeze and my cock responds instantly.

"Mmmmm nice." she says as she rubs back and forth on my cock.

"My husband has been on vacation a lot and I have not made love in a while."

I respond in kind angling my cock to continue rub up against her pussy.

"We should stop and get this rod finished and hung up>"

"You are right Jamal.  You have a nice dick and I could get into a lot of trouble with you."

So she steps back up and starts to nail the curtain rod into the wall.  

"Ahh, I think I got it."

And before the words are out of her mouth, it falls down again.  I lunge forward to catch it while she does the same.  I reach for the rod while she bends to catch the nails before they fall down the sink.  And some how the clouds align because the head of my cock enters her cunt.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my." Is all she can say.  I am stuck in this position because if I let go of the rod, it will come crashing down to sink below and we don't want to wake up the kids.

Julie decides to take advantage of my plight and pushes her pussy further back on to my cock.

"Sorry Jamal, I just can't help myself this time.  What are the odds that something like this would happen.  I have to have your cock."

She pushes further onto my cock allowing me to enter further.  Her pussy is so tight.  It is like a vicegrip wrapped around my cock.  It is so tight that it feels like my hand wrapped tightly around my cock when I jack off.  By this moment, I have reached the point of no return.  By this time, Julie has started to build a rythymon my cock. 

"Wow Julie, you feel amazing."

I work the rod off of the other side and set the whole curtain down.  I look up to see the beautiful ocean right in front of me.  I grab Julie's ass and begin to fuck her to the rythym of the ocean.  I take nice slow strokes in------out------in------out------in------out.  

"Oh Jamal, you are incredible.  Most guys would just grab me and fuck my like there is no tomorrow.  Here you are making sweet love to me while watching the ocean.  Who does that?  Your wife is a lucky woman."

In-----out-----in-----out------in-----out-----in-----out.

"I can feel my pussy building.  I am going to cum all over your cock."

With that encouragement, I push my cock in to the hilt.  I push my cock into her until I can feel my balls hit her body.  Then, I pull out to the head,

"Jamal, this is good but I want you to go faster and harder.  I want to cum on you.  Please Jamal, give me your sweet dick."

That is all encouragement I need.  So I grab her hips and pick up the pace.  

"Oh yeah, that's it baby.  Give it to me."

I angle my cock so that it hits deeper into her pussy.  What she does that adds to the thrill is that she squeezes her cunt every time I enter.

By this time she is pumping back against my cock, meeting me stroke for stroke.  

"Cum for me Jamal.  Cum for me."

Faster and harder.  "That's it Jamal, give it to me."  

"I could not have dreamed of betthing fucked better than this."

"Jamal, I am about to cum."

She starts to buck up against me.  

"Here I cum Jamal.  Oh, that's it.  I am cumming.  I am cumming."

Right at that moment, I cum into Julie.

"Oh Jamal, I can feel you cumming inside of me." 

"I am cumming again"

Right then I pull out and my cum leaks out of her pussy.  I have not cum that much in a long time.  

"Jamal, you are an amazing lover."

"Julie, you make it easy.  The way you reacted to my body and worked with me.  It was like a well oiled machine.'

Please read part one of this storie:  http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/274279/

Just as I am shooting my last load into Mrs. Listen, in walks Stacy the other teacher.  Crash, we hear as she drops a tray to the floor.

“I am so sorry,” she says as she tries to cover her eyes.

But then it was too late.  She had seen all that there was to see.  Both Mrs. Listen and I gather ourselves and walk over to Stacy to talk.  Now just to give you a little background on Stacy.  She is short and compact.  I mean she is 5 foot even at best and that is with heels. 

She is boisterous and fun and the kids just absolutely love her.  Here is another thing that I love about her.  Two days prior to this we are standing at the back of the room talking.

“My son is hilarious.  He has no idea how to end a conversation on the phone.  He just says, ‘Okay Mom’ and hangs up the phone.  Who does that?  You would think that I did not teach him better.  But, he never ceases to surprise me.”

“It is amazing how much they grow and yet don’t grow at the same time,” I respond.  And we both have a hearty laugh as we continue to pass stories back and forth.

“Stacy, there is something that I have to ask you and I have been meaning to ask you since day one in the class.  You look like you have a gymnast’s body.  Did you do gymnastics in the past?”

“So, you noticed huh?”  She asks.

“Yes I did.”

“So what gave it away, my size?” She asks.

“Well, that was part of it.  But you look powerful.  You have a strong core and even though you wear pants all of the time, I can tell that your legs are very muscular.”

“Wow, you don’t miss a beat do you?”

“That’s what my wife tells me.”

“Actually, my legs are one feature that my husband says he would change about me.”

“Well Stacy, let me tell you now.  He is crazy.  I love a woman with big, beautiful muscular legs.”

Stacy gives me a smirk but I catch something in her eye that I had never seen before.  My wife would call it a glimmer.  But, she started to treat me differently from that point on.  She would walk over to greet me when I walked in the class.  She would make sure to engage me in some kind of conversation.  I cannot say that I complained because it sure made the day go by faster.

So now fast forward back to this fateful night and here we have this predicament that Mrs. Listen and I find ourselves in. 

“I don’t believe this.  I don’t believe this.  I don’t believe this.”

“Stacy, we had no idea you were here,” I say to her as I am making the final adjustments on my pants. 

Mrs. Listen chimes in, “Stacy, I am so sorry.  I have never done anything like this before but you know how it is like at my house.  I thought we were alone and just sort of got caught up in the moment.  It will never happen again, I promise.”

“I was coming in because I forgot to some construction paper for Wednesday’s project.  Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be walking into this.”

“Stacy, says Mrs. Listen, can we talk about this later I absolutely have to get back to my kids.  The baby sitter is about to get off and she charges me extra for every five minutes that I am late.  But please, can we talk about in the near future?”

“I just don’t know.  I am so confused.  This is the last thing I expected to find.”

“Look, Mrs. Listen, you go on and take care of your kids.  I will stay and talk to Stacy.”

So Mrs. Listen grabs her bags and off she goes in a flash.  At this point, Stacy has taken a seat on the rug towards the front of the room.  She still has this shocked look on her face.

“Stacy, I am sorry if we upset you.  That is the last thing that I would want to do.”

“I am not completely upset by what I saw.  I have to confess that there is this part of me that wishes it were me.”

“What, really?   I had no idea.  I knew that I saw something in your eye when we were talking about your body but I never expected anything like this.”

By this time, my cock had recovered from my previous rendezvous and was ready for some more action.  I felt that familiar stirring making its rounds. 

“I have to confess that I saw more than you realize.  I was walking down the hallway when I got a glimpse of some movement.  I knew that no one was supposed to be here so I was surprised to see anything at all.  So I turned to see what it was and that is when I saw you enter her from behind.  She looked the happiest that I have seen her in a long time.  But this is not right, you are both married.  What if your wife finds out, what would she do?”

Right then, I saw another glimmer in her eye and a big grin mounted from ear to ear. 

“So, what would happen if your wife found out?”

“It would be over,” I responded.

“Then if you want to save your marriage then you need do what ever I tell you.” 

At this point, she had all of the cards and there was nothing I could do to change it.

“First let me do this the right way so that we don’t get caught.”

Stacy gets up, walks over to the furthest wall from us, and hits the light switch.  Immediately, the light of the moon shines into the room giving us just enough light to see each other.  You can tell that she knew the room well because she did not hit one chair lurking in the shadows.  She also moved with a sense of urgency but even more so with a confidence of someone who knew she was in complete control.

What I did not know was that each time Stacy hit a shadow in the room, she was removing an article of clothing.  So that by the time she back to the rug, there stood before me a goddess.  Now granted, it had been some time since she had done gymnastics but the structure was still there.

“Take off your clothes.  You are not going to need those.”

So I stripped down to my underwear.  Even though I knew what was about to happen, a hint of modesty had crept into the moment. 

“I said, take off your clothes or else I will tell your wife.”

So, I dropped my underwear to the floor and out popped my semi-erect penis.

“MMMMM it is much nicer close up.”

Stacy lies onto her back.

“Come here, I want you to eat my pussy and do not stop until you make me cum.”

So I work my way between her legs and get ready to satisfy my little master.  What she did not know was that this was a fantasy come true for me.  Every since the days of Mary Lou Rettin, from the 1984 Olympics, I have had the fantasy of laying the pipe to a gymnast.

It is something about the muscle structure.  Also, I have never been attracted to overly skinny women.  Sometimes, I just wish some of the actresses and singers would just put on 10 pounds.  But, I just love a girl with thick, strong legs and this is what I was lying between.

So I pull her legs apart and take her clit into my mouth.  I tease it with my tongue by just putting pressure on it and pushing her clit against the roof of my mouth.  Stacy reaches down and grabs my head.

“Oh yes, that’s it.”

I want to taste the wholeness of her love box so I slide my tongue out to the lips of her cunt and trace it all around.  This I press my tongue into her pussy.  At this point she is squirming around so I have to hook my hands around her legs to hold her in place.

I work my mouth back up to her clit and softly blow on it.  Then I pull her clit into my mouth and begin to bounce up and down on it.  As I build a rhythm with my mouth, I slide my thumb into her pussy.  Now I am both sucking her clit and fingering her at the same time.  The result is exactly what I thought it would be.

“I’m cumming.  I cumming.  Yes.” 

She grabs my head and rams into her pussy as she comes all over my face.  Before she can recover, I am up on my arms working my cock into her pussy.

“Oh yes, you are good.”

As I work my cock into her, she whispers in my ear.

“I have to confess to you.  It has always been by fantasy to be fucked by a black man.  Oh, your cock feels so good.”

I decide to see how much flexibility she has so I stand up and life her rear off the floor.  Now I bend her back so that her pussy is lined up over her head.  This girl still has it.  Then I move her legs ever so slightly forward and slide my cock back into her again.  This position is incredible but it is also bringing me to the edge of climax and I have a special plan for this load.

I pull out and tell her to get on her hands and knees. 

“This is exactly how I wanted you to fuck me.  Take me from behind like you did Paula (Mrs. Listen).”

I line my cock up and instead of placing it in her cunt.  I ram it right up her ass.  I want to teach her a lesson for trying to manipulate me.  All she had to do was ask and I would have fucked her, not hold my family hostage.

“Ow, ow, ow, stop, that’s my ass.  It hurts.  It hurts.”

I ignore her and plow forward right into her ass.  She has that nice, thick gymnast as also.  So this is my night to make all of my fantasies come true.

Eventually, Stacy gets over the pain and is matching me thrust for thrust as I screw her arse.  Her tightness is more than I could ever imagine.

“Here it comes Stacy.  You ready for it.”

“As ready as I will ever be.”

I grab her hips and thrust my cock in as far as I can.  Then, I start to cum inside of her ass emptying my cock.

I collapse on top of her and try to gather my strength.

“Oh my goodness, that was absolutely amazing.  My first black dick was all that I dreamed it would be.”

Two days later, Stacy whispers to me.

“I still can’t find my panties.  They have never turned up in class.”

Little did she know that I was able to find them that night and I took them as collateral.  Just in case she gets any ideas about telling anyone anything.  I have the juice to make it very costly for her as well.

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It is unbelievable how over worked I felt. I had been stuck traveling from city to city, and from customer to customer for almost 9 months. Go to site and help out as much as I can in Detroit, then to Milwaukee, then to Albany…it never ends. The worst part is I have my fiancée back home whom I love dearly and miss a ton. It is such a pain to have to be apart for so long, not only because of I missed seeing her, but also the physical contact. I think I missed that most, especially after the long stressful days.

As I arrive at the hotel, my new home for the next couple weeks, I feel more tired and stressed than I have in all the previous trips. I had just finished driving from my corporate headquarters, to a job site more than 300 miles away on a last minute request from the VP. I was not looking forward to a long week of customer interaction and 12-14 hour days. The one thing I was looking forward to was a relaxing Sunday night in the hotel. Traveling on business has its benefits, nice hotels, being a Double Platinum Member at most hotel chains, and being able to expense almost everything.

I had decided to quickly take up my belongings and then hit the hotel lounge. I quickly changed my clothes and removed the necklace I normally wear with my fiancé’s class ring. It had been bothering me the entire drive, and I was dying to remove it to become more comfortable. I then took the elevator down to the lounge and sat at the bar. It was quiet, the bartender and myself were the only ones there. At this point I decided it would be a good time to have a good meal, and some drinks. As I finished with my soup and was brought my meal, a nice shapely young lady walked in and sat at the bar about 5 seats down. She was a very attractive young lady. Latina, tall, athletic build, beautiful hair, and gorgeous eyes.

The bartender and myself had been discussing life and everything else, when she moved a couple seats closer to become involved in the conversation. Pretty soon her and I were talking and the bartender was just pushing us drinks. I looked down and noticed the engagement ring, and felt a little bummed, but at least I found someone to talk with.

We talked about this and that, and pretty soon I offered to buy her something to eat. She took me up on it. I ordered a couple more drinks for us, and her dinner. The benefits of traveling alone, and being able to take out the “customer” for dinner and drinks at the hotel. As we talked she opened up about her ex-fiancé. Apparently I was wrong to assume. She was a nurse, and a very good one. Her ex-fiancé has some sort of issue, and complication at a hospital, and had died several months before, and she was just not ready to take it off yet. Plus it stopped guys from hitting on her. I understood.

As she finished up eating, and we finished our drinks, the bartender informed us he was closing up for the night. I paid, and we started to walk out. She turned to the bartender, and asked how long the pool, sauna, and whirlpool were open. He replied until midnight for adults. With that she turned to me, and asked if I would join her. Wanting nothing more than a little relaxation, someone to talk to a a very nice body to look at I said of course.

We met down at the pool several minutes later. She was stunning. I just though about how badly I wanted to slowly remove that suit, and show her a night to remember. We quickly hit the pool, and then moved on to the whirlpool. It was great since the bubbles and the warm swirling water helped hide my erection. Soon another couple joined us, and instead of staying and talking, we hit the sauna. We talked for a while, and she told me how her and her girlfriends usually get a hotel once a year for a weekend to relax. This was that occasion. We decided to call it a night. As we parted, she asked if I wanted to come up for another drink and maybe to watch a movie or something. I once again said yes. She gave me her room number, and said to give her 10 minutes to get dressed.

Ten minutes later I was knocking on her door. She had used that time to kick all her friends from the room as well. I was already liking where this was going. We starting drinking some of the left overs from her party with her friends. I played dumb, and I am very good at that. I kept acting nervous, and shy. This encouraged her to make the first move, and attempt to seduce me.

As we sat next to each other on the couch, she slowly started to kiss my neck. This moved quickly to nice deep kissing. The passion, and the desire behind those kisses was amazing. I continued to play shy, but looking back now it was in part because I was to be married later that year, and I was evaluating the pros and cons of my current situation. She was unaware of the dilemma currently brewing in my mind, though she could sense the hesitation. I have been feeding her lines about not having done it in over a year, and being rusty, and scared of under or not performing. Trying to buy myself time to make a decision. She continued to try and comfort me. Trying to seduce me.

As my mind fought through the details, she came up with a solution to the situation, as she understood it. The kissing stopped, and she reached for the remote. Before I could blink an eye the LodgeNet Adult Movie selection was on screen. We slowly browsed the movies, and came to an option that we both seemed to like. As we attempted to select the movie for purchase, the TV informed us this room was unable to purchase those types of movies. She gave a heavy sigh, and reached for the Hotel Phone to remedy the situation.

It was then that my gears in my mind stopped moving. The ticker tape of the brain spit out the results. My life was changed forever. I decided them and there, that I love women. I love my fiancée, a deep emotional love that will never be matched, but I love women. I love to please them, and I love everything about them. From here on out, I would help any women who needed it.

The situation changed suddenly. I gently grabbed her hand and hung up the phone. I began passionately kissing her. Returning in full the desire she had been attempting to give me. This allowed her to open the door. The damn burst. All her built up frustration, stress, and everything else pouring out and into the interaction.

As our tongues searched for each other, and our hands wandered, slowly removing clothing, the desire for physical connection grew and grew. As I kissed her neck, and nibbled her ears, I unbuttoned and slowly removed her shirt. The kissing move from ear back down to neck, her moaning was telling me everything I needed to know. As I moved down past her breasts, and focused on her stomach, my hands worked their magic and began removing her pants. With a little moaning assistance from her, I had her laying back on the couch in her bra and panties.

That sight, the sight of my new goal in life is still frozen in my mind. I can see her Latina athletic body laying ready on the couch. Wearing a matching set of green semi-metallic looking bra and panties. The beauty. The passion, the desire screaming from her eyes, demanding I pleasure her. Demanding I fulfill her every need. The was only one thing that I could do.

My left hand slipped between her legs and slowly rubbed her inner thighs, very gently, very seductively. My other hand went up top to slowly reveal her left breast. Then my mouth went to work. I began to kiss and suck on her breast occasionally moving onto her erect nipples. The moans of pleasure were like a beautiful symphony to me. They let me know I was the conductor, and was performing flawlessly.

The other breast came out, and became the center of attention. They may not have been overly large, but as I have always hold true to my heart, all you need is a handful, anything else is a waste. And I surely wasted no time letting her (or her breasts) know that they deserved the attention that she hungrily craved. The moans intensified as my hand made its way between panties and skin. My fingers found her landing strip, and decided to explore the runway.

I continued to bounce back and forth with my mouth, providing ample reason for her nipple to remain erect. With both breasts exposed and free for me to taste, my other hand found its way to her tone stomach and began caressing it to further heighten her sensual experience. My fingers continued to gently touch her lower set of lips, sending quivers up her entire body.

With that she began to unbutton my pants, which I gladly helped with. I also paused momentarily to remove my shirt. Kneeling next to her in only my boxers, I began where I left off, this time with her hands exploring my cock through the fabric of my boxers.

My cock was already hard, and starting to stretch the fabric of the boxers. She wasted no time in grabbing hold of it with one hand, and beginning to slowly stroke it. This gave me reason to moan. To my surprise she began to take my hand in hers, and attempt to force my fingers to break her seal. To me that is a big no-no. My goal was as it always it, to work her up so much without penetration of any kind, and to then surprise her with my method of breaking her lip tight seal.

I pulled my hand, and hers, back up, and brought my head to her ear and licked and kissed it before I whispered that it wasn't time yet, the teasing had only just begun.

My hand went back down, and re-initiated the soft rubbing of her lips, and slit (without penetration). After few moments of moaning, sucking, and rubbing she decided enough was enough. Whether or not I wanted to move on, she was done with the teasing, and needed the next steps. Her hand stopped stroking, my cock remained in my boxers with a pre-cum spot on them to help further indicate my appreciation of her attention to me. Moments later her hands gently found the top of my head, and gave a slight push in the downward direction.

To this day I do not know if she was reading my mind on my favorite method of breaking the seal, or it was was just kindly informing me of what she desired next, though with the passion in her eyes, I can venture to guess that is wishful thinking.

I gave up resisting, and positioned myself between her gorgeous legs. I moved her panties to the side, and used my tongue to break the seal. A squeal of delight sounded through the room. I began to lick up her tasty juices, and heard her moans increase in volume and frequency. My tongue delved deeper and deeper. Coming back out only to catch my breathe, and stimulate her lips or clit. Her legs tightened around my head, and she began shaking slightly. I then removed a hand from holding the panties, and diverted it to assist in current task.

My fingers excited her clit, while my tongue continued to explore her pussy. Panties are a huge turn on for me, especially when she wears them while I eat her out, or we have sex. The draw back being that they can surely get in the way of either. No longer wanting that hindering progress, but not wanting to lose momentum, I brought her to orgasm. She clamped my head between her legs, as she squirmed and squealed. I had my work cut out for me to continuing cleaning up her delicious juices.

After she caught her breathe, and I had finished tasting the prize from my hard work, I remove her panties and went back to work on her breasts. My fingers kept right on working on her pussy. I rubbed her clit, and slowly enabled three fingers to penetrate into her pussy. My reward was having her free my cock from the constraints of my boxers. She motioned for me to come closer to suck on my cock, but my answer was a gentle touch to her face, while I informed her that tonight was about her. With that she asked me to go back down.

I smiled, and repositioned myself to work my tongue out on her perfect pussy. This time, my hands went directly to massage and tweak her breasts and nipples. Again her moans rose, and she began to have orgasm after orgasm. She did what very few women do, and she began to run her fingers through my hair and massage / scratch my head while I did my duty. There is nothing better that being told you are doing a good job, that by rewarding you with something you like. As a bonus, each time I was further rewarded with her sweet tasting nectar. I continued to lick and devour her pussy and clit, and eventually gently began to use my teeth. This drew a bigger reaction that I was prepared for. The head massage turned into a deep scratch, her thighs tightened around my head. He moan and squeal as so loud, I was afraid someone would call the front desk.

This continued on for at least twenty more minutes of complete pleasure for her, and me at being able to satisfy her desires. She brought me back up, and asked me to give her time to catch her breathe. With that, she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. She informed me she wanted to feel me inside her, but warned me she was not on the pill, and I could not cum inside her. The passion and desire on my part, and her part, overwhelmed my intelligence, and we forewent protection (another life lesson that I am now always prepared for).

I laid her out on the bed, and slipped a pillow under her ass. I positioned myself between her legs, and slowly held my cock to her opening. I leaned forward and rubbed the shaft from head to ball through her wetness. I made absolutely sure my head pushed and rubbed her clit with each stroke. Satisfied I was ready with a freshly lubricated cock, and so was she with her moaning, and now eyes rolled back into her head, I went for penetration. I slowly led the tip of my cock into her pussy, and pulled it back out. I then would rub it on her clit, and smile at her moan. As I did this again and again, each time going in further and further, she began to lift her hips to meet me to further the penetration. She was tight, very tight, and knew how to use her muscles. She tightened during each withdraw to discourage and make it difficult.

I then pulled my cock completely out, and then pushed it completely in. She squealed, and a sigh of desire was left out when I removed it once again. Followed by another squeal, as I went back in. I slowly positioned myself above her and began to kiss her neck as I now used my hips to thrust my cock inside her wet tight pussy. I felt each orgasm, and the new juices on my balls. Her warmth was a reminder I made the right choice. I changed positions, and threw her leg over the other, and kept going. This evoked more renewed orgasms. I felt myself close to cumming a number of times, especially with the wild orgasms, and the way he knew how to use her muscles.

I stopped, and gathered my breathe, and gave her time to do the same. I lay next to her with my arm around her. She sat up and turned to me and asked if she could on my face. I smiled, picked her up and helped her position one leg on each side of my chest. She then scooted over top of my face.

With that, I went to town, and began licking and playing with her clit with my tongue. I also explored her pussy with it as well. I moved my fingers into place to massage her lips and occasionally her clit. Each time she orgasmed I did not manage to devour all her juices. By the time she fell to the bed next to me panting, my goatee was completely soaked in her sweet juices.

I allowed us to both catch our breathes before I gently rolled her over and lifted her ass. I knelt behind her and used my fingers to ensure she was still wet and ready. I positioned my cock at her pussy opening, and guided it in. With a squeal of pleasure, I was rewarded with more lubrication, as she almost completely fell back to the bed. I grabbed her waist with both hands to keep her up, and slowly started to move my cock in and out doggy-style.

The bed was slamming against the wall, she was moaning loudly with occasional squeals. I could not help but add to the noise level, and began to moan as well. She turned to me between breathes and reminded me not to cum inside her. I comforted her, and promised I would not. I kept this up for a while, and gave her orgasm after orgasm. Eventually I could not hold her up any more and she flopped to the bed. I took this as an indication that she was spent. I laid next to her and held her until he got up.

After ten plus minutes of calm, she went to the bathroom to clean up. She offered me a towel, I declined. We chatted for a couple minutes. She offered me a place to sleep, so I didn't have to be alone. I declined. She thew on a t-shirt, as I got dressed. She gave me her phone number and e-mail address, and we kissed once more. She offered again a place to sleep, and also told me she would not leave until about noon that day. I declined again. As I left her room, I turned back to kiss her one final time, and another image will be burned in my memory. She was standing in her doorway, in only a t-shirt that barely went below her waist. Her nipples were hard as rocks, I could see her perfect pussy below the shirt, and her eyes were filled with thanks. Her eyes no longer were filled with desire and need, but with fulfillment and gratitude.

The next morning I was up early to go to work. I had showered, and was ready to go. I decided that if fate would have it, I would see her again. I decided to push Fate. I went back to her room, knowing that if she answered, I would be skipping the first couple hours of work. I had decided I was fine with that. I listened as I knocked, and heard the blow-dryer. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. I thought about waiting until the blow-dryer turned off, and trying again. But lost the courage, and left for work. Never to see her again.

I'm a 25 year old man now but I remember what happened to my Mom and my Professor.

My mom is hot and she got that big white breast so I know many of my friends admire her.

On my 3rd year of college I have a male professor who teaches art and he's really good at it and 3 years younger than my mom. Me and my professor are so close that I let him go to my house and have lunch there, he met my parents and became close with them. But, there was something in his eyes when he looks at my mom, I know he fantasizes about her. 

My mom and dad's marriage is on the brick and they always fight, one day my mom cried when my professor was still teaching me art at my house and my mom confide to him. I left the room because I have to go to the restroom and just as I was finish when I got to my room it was locked. So, I was surprise and started knocking but no one answered. I tried to peek through the window and saw something that I shouldn't have seen.

My professor was squeezing my mom's breast while kissing her and while they're at it I was stoned to move. I will be honest it made me hard, then the next thing was when they both remove their clothes and my prof fucked my mom hard. I was so shock I don't know what to do, so I stayed outside looking at them until they're finish. When they got out they were both shocked and felt uneased, while I am too.

It became a routine, my professor was my friend and I'm closer to him than my dad so I didn't stop them and let them have sex all the way. One day, my professor didn't come to school and I wondered why? until I got home, I heard moaning in the CR and by then I knew what's happening. that was 4 years ago, until now my father doesn't know and until now they see each other. 

My wife and I went to our friends house, Judy and Bills, to play some cards and have some drinks.  We arrived kind of late because like usual my wife, jess, took forever to get ready.  But she did look amazing.  She had this tight little black dress on that really showed her curves.  She’s had two kids so she has nice wide hips and really thick ass.  She also has a set of 34H’s which no one seems to complain about.  They are perfect and so very soft.  Judging by the thin material of the dress I assume she had no bra on, and a skimpy thong.  I on the other hand tried to make myself look nice, I’d jelled my hair up into a little mohawk and  had put on an Abercrombie button up shirt along with a nice pair of designer jeans.

Our friends lived about an hour away, and the whole way there I couldn’t keep my eyes off my wife, she was looking really good, even her makeup was perfect.  I ran my hand up her thigh a few times on drive over and occasionally let a finger slide along her slit just to watch her shudder before pushing me away.  We had already had a few drinks before leaving so I knew that she was probably already wet, and definitely horny by the way she had done herself up. 

When we got to bill and Judy’s they seemed to be half cocked already also, they blamed it on us taking so long to get there and it being almost 11pm.  Judy was looking amazing.  She had on a nice lowcut blouse that showed off her perky 34D’s.  She had on a short skirt that hugged her firm ass, along with black knee high stockings that barely made it up to her skirt.  She completed the outfit with a small set of heels.  She did look kind of slutty but I’m sure Bill didn’t mind because she was looking good enough to throw on the table and take right there.  Bill and Judy were about 10 years older then us, but she didn’t show it at all.  Bill had a shaved head, and looked his age for the most part, he was just wearing a tshirt and jeans , nothing special.

We sat at the table and started playing a game of fubar.  The alcohol was really starting to kick in on all of us and it showed by how flirty everyone was being.  As the night progressed Judy had taken her heels off and would occasionally run her stocking covered foot up my leg just enough to make me want more, but not enough so that my wife or her husband would know.    She did this for hours, occasionally letting her toes drag across my now rock hard dick.  I did everything I could to not show how turned on I was in my drunken state.  By 2am we were all pretty drunk, and my wife looked like she was going to pass out, so they offered us there guest bedroom and said they were going to head to bed.

I waited about a half hour for my wife  to be fully passed out.  Once I heard her snoring I knew for sure that she was fully out of it.  Then I crept up out of the bed and headed for Bill and Judy’s room.  Once I got to their door I carefully creaked it open hoping not to wake either of them up.  I could tell that Bill had drank more then he should have by the way he layed with his mouth wide open and completely out of it.  I snuck up to the side of the bed where Judy was laying and since I was only In my boxers, I pulled then down and pulled my 8” dick out.  I knelt slightly next to judy’s head and started rubbing the head over her lips.  After about 10 seconds of doing this her lips started to part so I rubbed slightly harder.  While I was doing this I noticed she started to shift in bed and her legs became slightly open.  She had taken off the skirt but was still wearing her shirt, some lacy undies and the stockings.  I took my hand and started firmly rubbing her pussy mound in slow circular motions matching them with the motions I was using on her lips with my dick.  Her body started to respond subconsciously as she was getting more turned on.  I slid my hand inside of her panties and started to slowly insert one finger into her.  She was dripping wet.  As I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her she started to wake up and slowly opened her mouth.  I moaned outloud ad she started let my dick go farther and farther into her mouth catching me slightly off guard.  As she started sucking I inserted two and then three fingers into her pumping them faster and faster.  She took as much of my dick as she could without gagging and hand one of her hands around the base of my dick and the other playing with my balls.  After the teasing she had been giving me all night I didn’t last very long and quickly came down her throat.  She started cumming shortly after .  when she finally stopped writhing on the bed she looked me in the eyes and said she had to fuck me right now, but couldn’t do it in her bed next to her husband.  So we snuck downstairs to the living room

So we snuck downstairs to the living room, by the time we got there we had ripped the little clothes both of us had on completely off.  She stood there in front of me and i grabbed her firm 34d’s and pinched her nipples as our mouthes met and we kissed for the first time.  She moaned into our kissed and then pushed me down on the couch, and straddled me before I had even realized what happened.  She grabbed my dick with one hand and impaled herself on it as deep as she could on the first stroke taking about 5 inches of it..She pulled up and slammed down again forcing about 7 inches in this time, so she did it one last time to bottom out on my cock, as she hit the bottom she cam instantly shrieking with pleasure.  She rode me furiously for probably 15 minutes, moaning  and clawing as the back of my neck the entire time.  She was telling me how much she loved my dick and how it was atleast 2 inches bigger then her husbands, and how she never wanted to stop fucking me.  Once she finally seemed to wear herself out I spun her around and put her on the floor in a doggy position in front of me.  I grabbed her by the hips and while sitting on the edge of the couch pulled her back to me and started roughly fucking her, making her scream out a bit in pain and in pleasure.  After doing this for a few minutes I pulled one arm under her waist to still be able to pull her back and forth and took the other hand and started rubbing her clit furiously.    It was probably a good thing that she was still pretty drunk and couldn’t feel the pain now only the pleasure, and she came atleast twice more like this.  Then I shoved my dick in her as hard as I could and came deep inside of her as she was begging for me to stop I because her arms and legs where going numb and she was getting weak from the multiple orgasms.  After I finished I let go of her and she fell to the floor completely exhausted.  I just laid back on the couch to relax and try to regain my strength.

After we both recovered, we decided we should probably go back upstairs to our separate rooms so that no one would be suspicious.  As we neared the top of the stairs we could hear a bed creaking, and it sounded like it was coming from my room.  So we crept over to our door and pushed it open slightly so we could peak in.  The room was dark but you could slightly see what was going on from the moon outside the window.  Bill was on top of my wife pounding her pussy while she was still fully asleep.

He has pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders so that he could suck on her breasts and I could see he had thrown her thong on the floor next to the bed.  Watching this had me turned on and rock hard again so Judy and I snuck back downstairs to have some more fun.  After we had both came again and were pretty sure we had heard Bill go back to bed, we decided to call it a night once again.

In the morning my wife smiled at me as she woke up, she noticed that her thong was on the floor and that there was dry cum around her pussy not to mention that she was kind of sore.  She asked me if I had gotten horny the night before while she passed out.  I just smiled at her and said yeah..something like that  We got up and left before bill and judy came down stairs.  We haven’t seen them since, but I can’t wait to see what happens next time we do.

It started to happen. I had feelings for another woman other than my wife. Her best friend. Elizabeth was a hot looking blonde with at nice size C boobs. My wife and her would talk about boob comparisons all the time.
But I didnt start to notice how I felt about her until most recently. We went out of town to a beach and of course she went with us. Duh! But when I first laid eyes on her in her bathing suit, my cock began to throb. I
have known her since middle school, and always thought she was cute. But now after all these years I have found out what I truly missed. This chick looked good in red stripes her tits were just amazing! And her booty was
just sticking out of the bottom. I just wanted to touch the heinie. I couldnt stop thinking about all these sexual feelings for her. Once we got to the beach I kind of kept my distance as I didnt want to get a boner in
front of my wife for another woman. So when we got back to our cabin I made sure my wife fell asleep. I then knocked on her friends door, she was half naked. Boobs just prodtruding out in the doorway. Since we have been good
friends we were kind of used to being half undressed in front of each other. So I walk into her room and she asks "what do you want, your supposed to be sleeping with your wife!" "I couldnt sleep" I said. But the main
reason I was in there was to get close to her to have sex with her. We talked about different positions and how she was so limber. I asked her if she could show me some yoga positions. So she takes off her panties and all you
see is bare skin. No hair. She says "its better to yoga in the nude". So I watch as she bends into different positions and I start to undress slowly. She doesnt notice at first but I start to grab ahold of my 10" cock and
start to stroke. "What the hell are you doing" she asked. "I need you to help me with something" as I let go of my cock. She is in a position where she has her legs facing directly opposite of her and her ass and pussy are
in prime location. I start to lick her wet naked pussy. She starts to moan and tells me to stop or she is going to tell my wife. I tell her go ahead she might get a kick out of it. I start to lick more aggressively now
and start to play with her asshole. She mentioned to me before as a joke, that she liked anal. Which once I started, she let out a sly moan. "You like to get dirty dont you big boy." I told her just shut up and take it. I flip
her out of her yoga position to where she is straddling my face. But once she is in this position she starts to bring out her toy box. I mean this chick got toys up the wazoo with different toys for every ocassion. Pt. 2 coming soon.