Although it would have made
no difference to Jill, several times, unbeknownst to her, Jack
seriously considered the cruel act of leaving his family for her,
but he could never resolve how she could ever love someone who
would do such a thing. Jack was in a real moral dilemma. But
since Jill had a rich and full married life she would have
rejected him anyway. It was clear to Jill he was just a
passionate suitor always faithful, hovering in the wings, where
he belonged.
For as long as he could remember he had thought that Jill
was the most luscious, delicious hunk of femininity he had ever
seen. He had thought that she carried herself with such elegance
and sensuality; she just dripped with voluptuous passion. God
surely had created many beautiful things, but this time She out
did Herself. (Some may think that only a male could conceive of
the perfect female, but Jack had said that men wouldn’t recognize
the “perfect female” if she were dropped in their lap. All they
want is a good fuck. Only a female can imagine all of the
delightful traits of their sex.)

That was it. I walked over to the sink. Came up behind her and turned off
the water. Turned her around cleared a spot on the counter and set her up on
it with her legs spread open. I reached around and got a chair some salad
dressing and sat down for some dinner. Love that Ranch dressing! Doesn’t
run so fast you know. Shit was flying every direction. I put some dressing
on that pussy. Not that it needed it and started to eat. She put her legs
over my shoulders and just hollowed. I licked off every drop and added some
more. By now I was stiff as can be and ready to make love again. I picked
her up and made way to the kitchen table. Cleared a spot and set her down.
Her legs hung over the table at the knees and I mounted her for another
round. I thought we were going to break the table. She brought her legs
up and put them over my shoulders slid up to the edge and we pumped away.

I said,”Neither did I.” I told her I hadn’t had any in a long time. She
said,”Neither had she.” She then poured us some coffee. I asked if she
had anymore fantasies. She said,”Yes but lets see if they come true first
before she told me.” Fair enough. She asked if I wanted a snack to go with
my coffee and I leaned forward placed my coffee on the counter looked her
in the eyes and said yes. Then I reached down and pulled her panties off.
I slid my tongue down her chest. Then down her belly and stopped at that
lovely pussy of hers. As she drank her coffee I licked her pussy all so
carefully. She was getting wet and then I tickled it with my nose. She
giggled with pleasure. I blew through my nose as I licked that pussy. She
began to moan. When I looked up she had set her coffee down. She had both
hands on the counter with her legs about shoulder width apart. I
quickened my pace and so did her moans. All of a sudden I heard a crash.

She took my hand and I came to my feet. She finished taking my shirt off
and I stepped out of my pants. She put her bra back on and we when to the
kitchen. She finished wiping herself off as we walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen she started to make some coffee. I couldn’t take it any
more so I reached over and unzipped her skirt. I let it fall to the
floor and she stepped out of it. To my delight she had on a lace garter
belt and a very brief set of panties. As the coffee brewed we talked some
more. She seemed to enjoy the view. I know I did. It was getting hard to
think about coffee as my dick started to recover. I felt extremely kinky
standing there in the kitchen naked in front of a barely dressed gal. By
now my cock was semi-hard and my anticipation of what was to come growing.
My cock was too. She told me that was always a fantasy of hers to have
someone come on her tits. She didn’t realize a guy could come that much.

I leaned forward
and kissed her neck worked my way down to her tits. I worked my way down to
that beatiful lace bra and could see her nipples through the wet material.
I stopped at the junction between those luscious mounds and to my delight
it was a front hooker. I undid the hook and let them hang free. I would say
they were about 36c+. Large enough and well shaped. I put both hands around
the base and started to lick the nipple making my circles larger and larger.

She had the jack and the lug wrench out and seem to not know a whole lot
more. Like I said we Mustang owner stick together. I offered to help which
she quickly accepted. She had a business suit on but had the jacket off. Her
off white blouse was open down the front and fit loose so I couldn’t tell
what the size of her tits were. Her gray skirt went down to about six
inches below the knee and her dark stockings and high heels made a nice
outfit. I started to work on the jack and began to wish she was working
on my jack. She knelt down beside me and started to make small talk. This
was one of those times I was glad I have good peripheral vision because
her blouse was open enough I could see part of her nice lace bra. From
what I could see she had a good sized pair of hooters. I asked her what
she did and she said she was a traveling salesperson. My mind went wild.

I went
in the mall and stopped by the record store. I always go to the same store
because they have the best looking gals of the three stores. We are talking
hot! They have one gal that looks like Whitney Houston. I love equal
opportunity especially when it looks like that. I made my selection and
checked out. I thought my luck was about to change when my dream gal
checked me out. Well she sounded as good as she looked but I miss cued
and was on my way.




I left the mall worse that when I came in. When I
got to the door it looked like rain again and I thought shit. When I got
close to the car I saw someone down by the wheels. Great, now somebody is
trying to steal my wheels. What else could happen. I quickly got over to
the car and saw a lady trying to change the tire on the blue Mustang.

Donna was still busy fingering
herself. I looked into the mirror, and the blonde
Donna was resting quietly, her eyes closed and a
contented smile on her face.




I glanced at the clock on the dresser. Only 45
minutes had passed since I had rang the door bell!
What an afternoon!!!

I was startled to hear her scream loudly as her
orgasm hit its peak. Donna had never screamed, but
mostly whimpered quietly, yet forcefully, as she
orgasmed. This was new to me, and excited me no end.
I came myself almost immediately as she screamed,
gushing huge amounts of my boyish, thin semen into
her, adding to the liquid that was already drenching
her cunt. We trembled in unison as wave after wave
of pleasure racked our bodies.
I couldn’t continue to eat Donna’s pussy, I was
so caught up in my orgasm, and she rolled off of me,
wildly fingering herself, shoving two, then three
fingers into her dripping box. The blonde lay back
on top of me and my hands left her thighs to grab hold
of her huge melons, pinching the nipples savagely in
our passion.

Donna whimpered and ground her pussy into my face
with renewed vigor, the hairy insides of her thighs
feeling like sandpaper against my cheeks, as I had
stopped licking her pussy to watch the sexy scene
unfold in the mirrors. I renewed my efforts and she
quieted down, lifting up again slightly and releasing
my head from the grip of her thighs.
I could feel the pressure build in my cock, and
knew that orgasm was impending. I could not last much
longer, and hoped the blonde was near hers so that I
wouldn’t disappoint her at this late stage of the
game. I needn’t have worried!
Just as I was thinking about her, she yelled,
“OH, GOD… I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!”
Again?? I hadn’t realized she had already had
an orgasm! I let myself go and rammed into her again
and again, and could feel Donna’s finger rubbing
against my cock through the thin membrane that
separated the anus from her pussy. The blonde started
flopping around so wildly that I had a hard time
keeping my cock inside her, and I had to grab her hips
forcefully. My fingers dug into her fleshy thighs
unforgivingly as I demanded that she remain on my
cock. I had to have been hurting her with my grip,
but she seemed not to notice as I pounded into her
sopping cunt.

As Donna held my cock vertical, the blonde
lowered herself until the wet slit of her pussy was
brushing the head of it, tickling it unforgivingly.
She rocked backwards and forwards until she could feel
it enter the right spot and then slammed down onto it,
screaming as it tore into her.
“It’s HUGE,” she shouted to nobody in particular!
“I’ve never felt anything so good! I wish Jim’s was
this big.” (I’ve since found out, much to my own
humility, that I’m somewhat larger that average, but
NOT huge. Poor Jim must have been hung like an eight-
year-old.)
The blonde Donna was tight! Much to my
disappointment, though, she wasn’t nearly as
accomplished lover as my Donna. While tight and wet
and hot, she had little muscle control. But she WAS
enthusiastic. She absolutely loved riding my stony-
hard dick, and wriggled and bounced on it until my
balls ached.

The blonde Donna was delighted! “Oh, Donna,” she
exclaimed! “You’re having an orgasm already??!
Quick, let me have him before he gets soft! I am
almost ready to cum too!”
Donna, my Donna, pulled herself from my
unyielding pole, reluctantly it seemed, and lay down
beside me, panting for breath, her head resting on my
knee, her legs stretching toward the pillows behind
my head. My dick smacked wetly against my hard
stomach. She reached up with her long fingers and
wrapped them again around the base of my stalk and
pulled it smartly upright. It waved back and forth
it beat with my racing pulse as the blonde moved from
over my face to over my cock by scrambling forward on
her knees.

I had to reach back with my hands, which had been
on her thighs, to push on her weighty butt, forcing
her away from my face so that I could breathe. She
whined with dismay as my mouth left her clitoris and
I gasped for breath! All this time, Donna kept riding
my hard cock, moving faster and faster on it as she
approached an orgasm.
Donna came within a few minutes, and she sat down
hard on my rigid cock, driving it into her until I
thought it would burst past her cervix into her
waiting womb, and wriggled around on it grinding her
clitoris into my pelvis. I could see her fabulous
brown nipples, standing out straight from the slight
mounds of her breasts, which were covered in a deep
red rash of pleasure. She was gasping like a
championship swimmer after an Olympic tryout, her lips
stretched tightly across her crooked teeth, half
smile, half grimace as she rubbed her wet crotch
against mine.

I lapped at it hungrily, and then remembering
what she had done with Donna, and what Donna liked me
to do with her nipples, I settled in to a pattern of
licking, flicking and sucking. I could feel her
clitoris grow as blood rushed to it in response to my
attack. She started wiggling above me as my tongue
found its target. Her back arched and she started
pulling at her own nipples, squeezing and milking the
pendulous breasts, and watching herself in the mirror.
I felt Donna crawling around on the bed, and then
the telltale heat as she lowered herself, grabbing my
cock with one hand, guiding it into her waiting cunt,
which was dripping cum onto my stomach. She slowly
impaled herself on my staff until I felt the end of
it touch her cervix. She sat there for a minute,
relishing the feel of it in her, then slowly raised
herself again, the muscles of her cunt grabbing my
throbbing cock, holding it in a tight glove of passion
as she started the ride toward orgasm.
If I turned my head slightly to the left, I could
see between the blonde’s legs, and watch as my wet,
slimy cock disappeared slowly into her hot pussy, only
to emerge again within a few seconds with a new
coating of love juice. I could hear both women moan
with pleasure over the slurping sounds of my tongue
and lips as they worked their magic on the blonde
Donna’s hot box. I tilted my head back, and I could
look out between the blonde’s heavy butt cheeks to the
mirrored door; watched her as she groped and squeezed
her enormous breasts, milking great drops out of the
nipples to roll over her hands, onto my chest. My
long nose brushed against her tight anus as I tilted
my head and I could hear her gasp with surprise. She
ground her pelvis hard against my face until my mouth
was almost swallowed up by her pussy, my nose stuck
in the crack of her ass. I thought I would suffocate!

The blonde stopped what she was doing and crawled
over to me. She reached down and kissed me
passionately. Her mouth tasted sweetly of Donna’s
juicy cum and carried the musky scent of her. Her
long probed my mouth deeply, licking the sensitive
roof of my mouth, making my squirm with pleasure. We
groaned in unison as our mouths clashed, out teeth
grinding together in our passion.
She abruptly broke the kiss and got to her knees,
squatting over my face.
“Let’s see how quickly you learn,” she said.
“Donna says you are a natural.”
She lowered herself down to my waiting lips. I
noticed then that she was not nearly as hairy as
Donna, her pubic region no bigger than my fist, and
a soft, fluffy blond. There was no hair at all next
to her waiting pussy; the lips were bare and pink,
glistening with a light coating of fluid. As she
squatted, her legs parted naturally, and the center
of her sex opened up to my waiting tongue, exposing
a tiny pink clitoris.

“Have you ever eaten pussy, Bobby,” the blonde
asked me?
When I nodded the negative, she said, “Watch
while I show you how.”
She got on her hands and knees behind Donna, her
breast swinging pendulously beneath her, and
positioned Donna with her hands so That I could see
them both in the mirrored wall. She had trouble
aligning them both so that could see, while Donna
could still suck my cock, so she quickly go up and
opened the door about three inches, placing that
mirror at and angle that was perfect for her purposes.
She bounced (literally) back to the bed and resumed
her position on hands and knees directly behind Donna.
With one check to make sure I could see exactly
what she was doing, she nodded with a satisfied
expression on her face… and pushed her head into
Donna’s waiting, magnificently wet, hairy pussy.
Donna pulled her hand away from her clit and wrapped
the wet fingers around my cock to better steady
herself, squeezing it ever tighter as her head bobbed
up and down over my crotch.
The blonde’s tongue was amazingly long, it
reached a good three inches from her pink lips to the
raging wet clitoris that Donna had been masturbating
for the last several minutes. No wonder she couldn’t
swallow a cock, she had so much tongue that she
couldn’t possibly fit anything else into that pretty
mouth! It snaked out like it had a mind of its own
and ministered lovingly at the knobby red organ,
flicking it lightly, then lapping, then the lips
closing on it and sucking it… just like I had been
doing to Donna’s nipples in our many previous
sessions. I could do THAT!

The blonde watched her for a minute and then
asked, “How can you get that whole thing in your
mouth, Donna? I have trouble with Jim’s, and he is
on half the size of Bobby’s!”
Donna stopped her ministrations and turned to her
friend. “It’s all in the throat,” she said. “You
have to open your throat wide to let it in. That way
you won’t gag,” she explained matter-of-factly, as if
teaching math or something else to one of her
students. “You try it.”
The blonde pulled her nipple abruptly from my
sucking mouth, spraying milk over my chin and replaced
Donna at the top of my wet stalk. She tried, bless
her, but she couldn’t get more than half of my hard
cock into her mouth without gagging. Some have it,
some don’t! After a few tries, she reluctantly gave
up and gave my throbbing member back to her friend,
saying, “I’ll practice later,” with a rueful smile.
Donna went back to work immediately, licking and
sucking the whole thing with ease.

She sighed with pleasure, but instructed me
further. “That’s good Bobby, but I like it to be
sucked — HARD,” she told me.
I complied and was greeted with a gush of warm
liquid! She was lactating! I could feel her quiver
as the tepid liquid passed from her sensitive nipple
into my waiting mouth. It was sweet tasting beyond
my experience, and I cannot today explain the taste,
other than it was wonderful, and sexy, at the same
time. She moaned with pleasure as her body rocked in
large shudders.
“Oh, Bobby, You’ll never know how GOOD that
feels,” she murmured as I continued to suck at her
glorious nipple. She had stopped stroking my cock as
Donna enveloped the whole thing in her talented mouth,
wrapping her fingers around the base of it and
squeezing it as she liked to do, to hold my ejaculate
in.

We walked into the room and immediately took off
our clothes. The new Donna and I walked to the bed
as tall Donna closed the door behind us. I was
already getting an erection in anticipation of the
afternoon ahead of me, and my cock was jutting out
some, as the blood rushing to it stiffened and
lengthened it. It swayed back and forth as I stepped,
and the blonde reached over and grabbed hold of it as
we walked.

“Well, Bobby,” my Donna said. “Looks like you’re
going to be busy today, because I’m going to fuck your
socks off too. That’s why we worked all morning to
get the yard work done… so you’d have the time, and
ENERGY, to service us both.”
I hadn’t even noticed that the yard work was
done!
“C’mon into the bedroom,” she told us. And off
we went, hand in hand.

Once
I asked her why she didn’t shave it. She told me she
was so thin that she wasn’t attractive in a bikini,
and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. One could
see a definite line at the top of each leg where she
shaved the fleecy stuff at the line of her briefs.
She asked me if I found it unattractive, and I
honestly told her I didn’t… just unusual.

Continuing her touch,
Ann lightly touched the bulging pantie where the dampness showed
like a dark spot and marked the location of the pussy’s opening.
“Oh my God,” moaned Julie,”I’m going to explode!”
“Easy does it,”Ann said as she slid down the plain cotton
panties and placed them on the coffee table.”Just relax and
enjoy.”

She’s twenty and a sight for my sore horny eyes. As a receptionist, she’s more
than capable on the job. As a casual sex partner, she’s above average. I’ve
been an ass man for the longest time and would get a thrill watching Nancy
parade her pussy around the office. She always wears tight slacks and when I
focus on the lines of her panties I just about bite through my lower lip. One
night, she had agreed to help with extra paper work. As we talked, I told her
of my wife’s recuperation. Nancy was genuinely concerned and sympathized when I
casually mentioned out current kick of abstinence.

She blushed a little but was really turned on. She came up to me, pressing her
pussy against my groin. “I can understand what you’re going through right now.
And besides, I wouldn’t mind getting it on with you. I’d enjoy it.”

“An older man?”

She yanked my hammer. “A better man.”

I wrapped my arms around her and we started tongue kissing. It wasn’t long
before her clothes were piled in a heap next to mine. I took a long moment to
admire her nymph like beauty. Parting her thighs, she lowered herself once I
sat between her legs. She was really in her prime, her pretty pink pussy
dripping with sweet tasting juices. I brought her off with my mouth and Nancy
said it was the first time a guy was able to do that. Grateful and more than
eager to please, she asked, “How can I give you pleasure?”

I touched her asshole and she squirmed. “Alright,” she whispered getting on all
fours.

Her white ass was soft to my touch. I buried my face between those satiny
cheeks and lubricated her opening first with my tongue, then with a finger of
pussy juice. That relaxed her and that beautiful beige asshole puckered,
spreading wider and wider. She was hot, gently gyrating her ass in my face and
moaning. When the bulbous head of my dick brushed her back door, she sobbed. I
worked my way in slowly so as not to hurt her. When I eased in most of the way,
I started pumping nice and steady. She met my thrusts by pounding her buttocks
against me and urging me all the way. I hammered good and hard, flooding her
hole with my cum. After resting fifteen minutes, Nancy and I did it again.

We all laid back
exhausted and started to laugh. It felt so good and so right. We
all just laid together and hugged each other. Later that night
when we left, we promised to call each other for another get
together very soon.

Finally she relaxed and fell back on
the carpet. Soon I felt Jim increasing his speed and hardness
and then I felt his hot wet juices squirting into my wet pussy.
I looked at you and saw that watching Jim fuck me was really
exciting to you. You leaned down and started kissing my lips as
Jim finished me in that doggy fashioned style.

I knew
she hadn’t come yet. Carol then looked over at Jim and I and
leaned down to take a breast of mine into her sweet mouth. You
then got up and came to the other side of me. Each of you had
one of my breasts in your mouth while Jim frantically sucked and
licked my clit. I had never had such exciting sexual
attention….but all I could think of was making love to Carol.

Suddenly Carol stopped and
stood up. She led you over to us and you both laid down next to
Jim and I. Then she mounted you on top and you slipped your very
erect penis inside of her. She began to move very slowly and
then began to pick up speed. She moved her hips faster and
faster and you closed your eyes in ecxtasy. I knew you were
close to coming.

He began to suck on my breasts and
his hands quickly found my wet pussy. He quickly entered it and
began to rub my “G” spot with an intensity that I thought would
make me come immediately. By now Carol had you down to your cute
bikini shorts and when she lowered those, I saw your wonderful,
huge cock was sticking straight out and fully erect.

When we entered again through the patio the guys were still asleep.
They were sprawled out on the bed with their asses touching. I quickly
motioned Annie into the bathroom. “You know what I’d also like to do? Jim is
so straight, and I’d like to force him into a situation of sucking Jeff’s
cock. God, that would be sweet revenge on him for I don’t know what.”

Jesus, this place looks dead I said. Bill told me to just wait
and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of
beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older
women. At 19, any woman is older; these looked to be over 30 with an
occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me wonder if Bill
had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology). It was still kind
of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4
or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the
mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how
much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be
embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the
expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any. Looking around, all
I saw was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned
sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer.

Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started
having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women
there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not attacked
by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I
was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the
bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5′6, brunette, and a body that would knock
you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost
everyone there. I didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so
damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience and age,
were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at that time).
The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled.

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