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B.

By: nameschanged



It had been two weeks since my girlfriend decided to move out when her friend came to the door. I was happy to see her--though S. knew her first, she had become a mutual friend and, circumstances being what they were, I of course hadn't seen her in sometime.

"B.!" I said. There was that brief awkward moment where neither of us were sure whether to shake hands or hug and in the end we did neither.

"Hi, P."

I can't deny that there was a strange sort of punch-to-the-gut feeling seeing her here. Hurt by association.

"How've you been?" I asked. 

"Oh... good." She seemed a bit nervous. Distracted. "S. asked me to come by and pick up some stuff."

Again that punch to the gut. I was smiling, of course, the way one always does when faced with a gorgeous girl. I didn't know many people out here, and I'd missed seeing B. and other mutual friends as much as I missed S. But the smile suddenly felt false and I self-consciously became aware of the twitching in my cheek muscles. I was scared that I was burning up, so I stepped quickly to the side and said, "Sure, come in."

B. went to the front closet and found one of S.'s bags. I followed her into the bedroom where she began picking things off the top of the dresser. Earrings, hair ties. There was no clear system to what she took, and I wondered how specific S.'s request had been.

We didn't talk. I stood in the doorway while she went through our clothes drawers, one by one. When she took S.'s sexiest underwear--nothing fancy, just a few low-cut lacy bras and some matching panties--I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. I really felt my cheeks quivering now and my heart started racing. I felt I might faint and wished that she would leave so I could lie down. 

B. was standing a few feet in front of me and, to be honest, looked hot. She was wearing a black top that hugged her sides and a pair of plain jeans. But she had a body to die for, especially now, bent over to get something from that last drawer. This was a problem of mine, mixing sex with other emotions. S. and I would be in an argument, screaming--or maybe one of us would be crying because something terrible had happened--and I'd suddenly want to fuck. I remember once, before we moved in together, she was over and we were fighting about something or other. And she ran out of the apartment then and was going to get in the car--my car, actually, which she had a key to--and I caught her just before she got in the driver's-side door.

The driveway was really an alley between our building and the next, but it was the middle of the day--September, I think--and it was wide enough that we were quite exposed. But when I caught her and wrapped my arms around her, I couldn't help getting hard. Kissing the side of her neck slowly turned into sucking on the bottom of her ear. And that turned into real making-out suddenly, our tongues in each other's mouths, her hands against my chest, I'm touching her cheeks and ears and hair. And we are not the kind of couple that does public displays of affection at all--even when I take a long business trip the real goodbye is at home or in the car and it's a quick hug and a peck on the lips when it comes to the actual goodbye on the airport curb--but we are both hungry for it now. I push her against the side of the house and thrust my hardness between her legs. We keep breaking the kiss and gasping--panting really--before getting into it again. She moves to wrap her legs around me; I grab her ass and I'm actually pushing her up the wall with each thrust against her crotch. She's moaning inside my mouth and starts to play with my nipples through my shirt. It has been years since we dry-humped and I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants.

S. is wearing a skirt and a t-shirt. I'm actually right up against her panties and I think I can feel that they're wet--I can feel, anyway, the heat coming from between her legs. She pulls her mouth an inch away. Her breath hot on my face. Panting. I have her so tight against the wall that she's actually looking down at me slightly. "Fuck me," she breathes, "like this." I think I moan out loud before kissing her hard again. This is not us, outside the house, in public. But we're oblivious. I snake my left hand up her shirt and find her breast--she never wears a bra--and squeeze it. My other hand is squeezing her asscheek, my fingertips reaching around into her crack, along the hot and damp edge of her panties, which have ridden up between her cunt lips. We break the kiss again and again I moan out loud. My little finger is just barely working its way into her cunt, my middle finger pushing her panties up against her asshole. "Fuck me," she says, and looks me straight in the eye. "Right here."

I slide my hand down off her breast and along her tight belly. I grab the bottom corner of her shirt and pull it up to her shoulder. Holy fuck, her bare tit is completely exposed right here in the driveway. Her nipple is like a rock, and I pinch it between two of my fingers. She moans into my mouth and I think she might be cumming. I'm on edge. But then she grabs my hand with hers and pushes it off of her. Pulls down her shirt and pushes me away. She looks around us surreptitiously. And then we're both blushing with half-smiles. There's no one on the street, but what if! What if the neighbors were looking out their windows? "Come on," she says, "Inside."

All this is not to say that I was thinking of fucking B. right there in front of the dresser. Certainly not consciously. But I was overcome with this emotion (heartbreak?) and felt like I needed human touch. Her touch, maybe--my chest tingled where it would press against her, even for the briefest friendly hug. But then she left the bedroom without looking back at me and went down the hall to the bathroom. I followed her and stood in the doorway. It was a small bathroom so she was literally just inches from me. I could smell her. She was going through the medicine cabinet, taking things seemingly at random and putting them in S.'s bag. When I felt her turning toward me I stepped back out of the doorway and she went to the kitchen. She opened the cupboard--the one where we kept the glasses--and pulled a chair from the kitchen table and sat in it. I could not imagine what S. wanted from the kitchen but, instead of taking anything, B. filled a glass at the tap and took a sip from it. She put it down on the counter and turned to face me, leaning back against the counter with her hands on its edge. Her breasts were sticking out; her tight shirt had snaps up the front but was open enough to give a hint of cleavage. I had never been much of a breast man--S.'s were average size or below and I thought they were perfect--but B.'s were huge. I tried not to look.

"Hey," she said then, as if we were seeing each other for the first time. "How's it going?"

"Good." I looked around the room a bit helplessly. "Well, no, not good. But okay. I guess." We made some small talk, which was actually quite painful--I knew B. well but we were both trying to avoid the obvious topic. Finally she finished her water and put the empty glass in the sink. I thought she was going to leave but she took a few slow steps straight toward me.

"P., I'm really sorry that S. decided to move out."

Butterflies. 

"It's--it's not your fault." I half-smiled. She was standing almost over me now. She looked straight down and smiled back, almost shyly.

"You know, it's really not your fault either." My heart was pounding. "You've always been a great boyfriend to her." And then she bent over slightly and kissed me dead on the lips. It was not a slow and seductive kiss, nor was it hot and passionate. It was just a kiss. Her lips were against mine-- slightly below mine, actually--for a warm moment, and then she straightened up again. I didn't know what was happening and I thought she might leave then. But she stood there.

"B.--," I said. She bent over and kissed me again. I think she may have been as nervous as me.

This kiss lasted longer and she had to put put her hands on my shoulders for balance. She caught my bottom lip in her mouth and then opened hers slightly. We began to tilt our heads slowly into a true kiss. But then she stood straight up again. Looking down at me. Again, almost shy. I saw S., then, standing in the driveway that day, her clothes disheveled, her face flushed, embarrassed. And then B. was back, over me. Her firm tits inches from my face.

"I've seen the way you look at me." Her voice was just slightly shaky but I could hear it gaining confidence.

"B., I--" I don't know what I was going to say next. That I didn't look at her? That we shouldn't do anything? I was conflicted. I wanted it then, of course, I could feel myself getting stiff the second she first leaned toward me. But I wanted S., too. I wanted to get back together with S. and didn't want to compromise that. And, even if S. was gone B., and I shouldn't do anything--they were living together now for Christ's sake.

"You know you can have me."

"B."

"You can have anything you want."

"We--"

"Just ask."

With one hand she reached up and undid the top snap of her shirt. I could see now the curves of each breast disappearing out of view. She leaned down just enough for me to see straight down her shirt. I was transfixed. And then her lips met mine again, but more lightly than ever. She straightened up only partway and I stared down her shirt. I realized that I was gripping the arms of the chair, my palms sweating. I was scared to open my mouth, scared my voice might crack. She moved her head down a little to catch my attention, drawing my eyes with hers. "Tell me," she said.

"B." I swallowed. "I--I want you."

And she laughed. Not condescendingly but as if something amazed her. She dropped one hand down to my lap and let it rest on the front of my pants lightly. I was throbbing.

"No," she said. Her voice was quiet now, but commanding. Pure sex. I had never heard her talk like this. I'd never heard anyone talk like this. "Tell me what to do."

I had no idea what to say. A million scenarios played out in my head. Would she let me fuck her? S. and I had always been into dirty talk, but this was different. How do you ask for something like that? What words should I use? 

"Let me see you," I said. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head slowly without breaking her eyes from mine. I repeated myself: "Let me see your breasts."

"No," she said. It was barely a whisper. "No, tell me--" Here she paused and slowly turned her hand over, so it was now palm down against the length of my cock. "--what you _really_ want."

I wanted her in so many ways. I wanted her to bend over the counter and let me fuck her from behind. I wanted her tits around my cock. I wanted to take her to the bedroom and fuck her right on the bed. On S.'s bed. I wanted to fuck her while S. watched. Instead, I said, "Take me in your mouth."

She smiled at me and then dropped between my knees. She pulled down my zipper and reached inside my pants. Her hand on my cock was the single hottest thing I'd felt in my life. She pulled out its length and then let go and kneeled upright. Slowly now, she unsnapped her shirt. Her bra clasped in the front and she opened it for me. Her breasts were indescribable. She took one in each hand and lifted them slightly together--the heft of them, the weight.

"Is that all you want?" she asked. "You really have--" she released her breasts and grabbed me again. Pulled her long hair back over her shoulder with the other hand. Moved her mouth toward the head of my cock, open slightly, her soft tongue. Holy fuck. Where did this girl come from? "-- no imagination."

And then she was sucking on me. Her head bobbed up and down in a way that S.'s never had. Her tits were so big that I could feel them pressed between my thighs, pressed against my balls. I reached down and took one in my hand, playing with her nipple. She jacked me off in her mouth with one hand, and held her hair with the other. God, the way she sucked on me--I could feel her tongue moving against the bottom of my cockhead. I wanted to fill her throat. I ran my hands all over her body, everything that I could reach--her head and her neck and her breasts and along her arms and her shoulders and down her spine inside her shirt. One of my hands met hers where she was holding her hair bunched up over her head and I took it from her and held it gently. With her hand free, she slipped it up my shirt. Found a nipple and began rolling it in her fingers.

I squeezed my legs around her and used them to pull her toward me, continuing to press her breasts against my balls, rubbing against them as much as I could. I was breathing in shallow ragged bursts. I was gasping out all kinds of things: "Oh god, B., you're so fucking good," and "Don't stop, don't stop," and "I've wanted to fuck you for so long."

With that last one, she lifted her head from my lap and looked up at me. Then pressed her tongue warmly against the bottom of my cock. "Oh really?" Her lips were moving against my cock. She was still jerking me off. "Is that what you've wanted?"

She withdrew her hand from my shirt and slid it down her belly. I couldn't see, but could tell she was unfastening her pants. "We're being so bad," she said. And then her mouth was on me again. I could see her arm twitching as she fingered herself. I began to thrust my hips off the chair, fucking her mouth. I thought I could smell her pussy in the air. I let her hair go and it fell around her face like a curtain. I grabbed one of her breasts in each of my hands and she moaned right on my cock. I began to lean over, trying to trace my arm down hers and into her pants. I could feel the muscles in her forearm moving under her skin. Feel her touching herself. She pulled her hand away and then lifted it to me. Her pussy smelled so good. She found my lips and forced her fingers in. They were soaked.

I sucked on them for a moment; she moved them in my mouth as if we were kissing and they were her tongue. I licked them clean, moaning at the taste of her. She withdrew them from my mouth and ran her hand down the center of my chest. Found the buttons of my shirt and undid just one, enough to stick her hand in again and play with my nipple, her fingers now hot and wet. "Oh fuck," I said and she moaned in response. Then she dragged her lips over my cockhead again and looked up at me.

"Want to know a secret?" she said. I felt like I could cum from the feeling of her lips moving against me alone.

I could barely catch my breath. "Yes." She began to climb to her feet, letting her hands trail up my body. I could see that her pants were undone, her panties peeking out. Soaked. Her tits were right in my face now and I began to lean to one, trying to catch the nipple in my mouth.

She grabbed the back of my head and stopped me. Made me look up at her.

"It's really bad," she said.

"Tell me." I again leaned toward her breast, but she pushed me back. She stood straight up and hooked her thumbs inside her jeans. Skinned her pants and panties down at once, slowly revealing her cunt. It was shaved clean and her panties were stuck to it. They peeled slowly off and she kept going until they were down by her knees. Then took a half step closer to the chair so she was right up against it and I bent over as much as I could and started lapping at it, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her tight against me, trying to bend lower to slip my tongue inside of her. She had her arms down between mine and was unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. She pushed it open and began to play with both of my nipples. She let out a low moan as I tongued her clit.

"Do you know how I knew you liked your nipples touched?" she asked. She pushed me back in the chair again, and reached down with one of her hands and dragged her nails along my shaft. She bent down and put her lips right against mine. "S. told me." I moaned and she covered my mouth with hers, slipping her tongue inside. One of my hands found her pussy and I pushed a finger up into her. So fucking hot.

She stood up again and began turning toward the table. She put her hands down on it and began to bend slightly down. Slowly. Then she looked straight at me and said, "I wonder what else you like." I went to stand up, ready to fuck. But she stopped me.

"S. said--" She paused and licked her lips. She laid her upper body down flat on the table, her breasts flattened against it. She was bent down perpendicular to me now, her shirt still on but spread open over the table. Her jeans and panties were around her knees and her ass was near my face. She reached back with both hands and grabbed each cheek. Spread them slowly. "--S. said that you love to lick her asshole."

I moved from the chair now and kneeled behind her. The open peach of her pussy was between her closed legs and the smell was driving me wild. I licked it from bottom to top, pushing my face between her asscheeks and trying to get my tongue as deep as possible. She writhed on the table, pushing back against me. She was moaning loud now. I reached up and rubbed her clit with my fingers, replacing my tongue with my thumb inside of her. I found her puckered asshole and teased around it, finally pressing my tongue inside.

"Oh god," she said, "I've been fantasizing about this ever since S. told me." I was touching myself now, stroking my cock in time with my tongue's penetration. "God, I can't--" Here she almost screamed, thrusting her ass against my face. "--I can't tell you how many times--" God, her pussy was quivering. "--I've touched myself thinking about you doing this to me." I pushed my tongue as deep as it could go and pressed my fingers so hard against her clit. I was going to cum on the back of her pants. "How many times I've touched myself thinking about you--" She let go of her ass with one of her hands from her ass and thrust it under her, taking over stimulation of her clit. I pulled my thumb from her cunt and pushed it toward her asshole, licking her juices from it. "--touched myself while thinking about you doing this to S."

I let go of my cock suddenly because I would have cum right there. I roughly pulled her pants down the rest of the way, clumsily trying to take off her shoes while not ever stopping my licking. When I had them off, I stood up with my cock pointing straight out toward her, harder than I'd ever been. She rolled over onto her back, opening her legs to me. Grabbed my cock and started pulling me toward her slit. I leaned over her on the table and took a nipple in my mouth. I pushed myself toward her and the table creaked under her weight.

"Condom," she said breathlessly. I lifted myself up on my elbows and nodded. But then she tugged on my cock. "I think about you fucking S. all the time," she said and again pulled me closer. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cockhead. I pushed toward her opening, needing it, but she shook her head. "Condom," she said again. I stood up all the way and quickly removed my pants and underwear. We were both now naked from the waist down. I bent down and kissed her pussy, slipping my tongue inside it again. She moaned, but pushed me away. "Go."

I went to the bathroom and opened the closet there. S. and I only used condoms when she missed a pill; I wasn't sure there'd be any. I was still looking when I heard B. behind me. I turned to her, not sure what to say. I needed to fuck her so badly. Her shirt was all the way open, framing her incredible tits and flat stomach. The condom apparently forgotten, she pulled me by my cock the few steps over to the toilet, which she sat down on. She released me and then spread her legs slightly. Grabbed one of her breasts in one hand and her pussy with the other. She was fucking herself with her fingers, staring at my cock.


B-6 Cowboy Special



My eyes just about rolled up into my head when I came on duty and Leon handed me a ticket for a B-6 Cowboy Special.

"I might have to take something to reload this fast unless they're all content with a mouth job, Leon," I said as I stripped and started to pour myself into the cowboy costume.

"Naw, that's why I saved that ticket for you," Leon said with a short little laugh. "You've got the reputation for keepin' it hard the longest of any we've got on the rolls. It'll mean a good $400 evening for you, with six specials added to the base $100 just for lettin' 'em look a ya. Just think of all the dough you'll be making."

Leon was just about drooling as he watched me fold my well-hung piece into the pouch under the breakaway pants, slip into the breakaway shirt, and start strapping on the chaps. I'd learned a long time ago what Leon liked and wanted from the guys on the rolls.

Well, after I'd done six bachelorettes at this party assignment, there wouldn't be much left to share with Leon when I returned. But he was right. $400 for a B-6 Special—a bachelorette striptease party with six sex acts I'd have to perform—was really good money for one evening's work if I could hack it. It would just about cover that work I had to have done to my Mustang.

I looked at the address on my ticket. The party was in the wedding suite of a local upscale hotel. It was Friday now, so I assumed they'd booked the suite for the duration of the wedding festivities, and this was the bride's last fling. Must be shelling out a lot of dough for this affair, I thought. That wedding suite didn't come cheaply. And neither did I.

"I guess the girls in the wedding party want to sew their last oats before one of them takes the big plunge," I said, as I put my arms through the cowhide vest and tide a red bandana around my neck.

"These are the guys in the wedding party, not the girls. This is a bachelor party," Leon said with great satisfaction, giving me a leer.

"Ouch," I exclaimed. I bet Leon had given me this assignment with a great deal of pleasure. I was one of the only guys who pretty much spurned his suggestions for coupling up. Well, at least this would probably mean I wouldn't have to be worrying about reloading five times in a short period.

I could tell the party was already going strong when I arrived at the wedding suite door. I took off the overcoat that had covered my cowboy costume while I'd scurried through the lobby and up the elevator and knocked on the door. The young blond stud who answered the door and gave me a big welcoming smile was minimally dressed in just gym shorts and a beer can in his hand, but, as he pulled me inside, I could see that he was overdressed compared to the other four studs scattered about the suite. They only sported the beer cans—and impressive hardons.

Blondie cranked up the music and had me going right into my regular striptease routine. They cheered and saluted as the breakaway pants came off and then the shirt, leaving me only in the boots, chaps, vest, bandana, and the skimpy pouch.

The guy who was obviously the groom to be, a dark-haired muscle stud, swarthy of complexion and intriguing decorated with curly hair on various parts of his body and who might have been the quarterback of this team, wanted a lap dance as soon as I had stripped down to the minimal costume. When I came down into his lap as he was sitting in a straight chair, he minimalized the costume further by jerking off my pouch. He docked our cocks together and stroked them as I rubbed my nipples against his, reveling in the soft silkiness of his chest hair, and went into a deep lip lock. All the time I was thinking that the basic $100—which was half the $200 they had to pay for the basic striptease—was earned and now I was moving into earning my $50 share of the $100 for the first sex act. This wasn't going to be so bad. The groom to be was quite desirable.

In fact, this guy was really turning me on and my cock hardened right up to his attention. I knew I was going to get a hot ride and I even was going to be paid for it We were both panting and moaning to beat the band, and he had his lips on my nipples, when two of his attendants got on either side of me and lifted me by the thighs and set me down on the groom's cock. I cried out in ecstasy as my ass canal sheathed his thick, throbbing tool, and the groomsmen just kept lifting and lowering my pelvis on the groom's dick until he gave a little scream and creamed my insides with his cum.

They gave me no rest, though; the two groomsmen carried me, still gripping me by my thighs, into the adjoining bedroom and laid me on my back at the foot of a four-poster bed. The two of them strapped my legs to the posts with leather belts so that my legs were spread out wide, and then they took turns, in the paid-for sex acts two and three, adding their probing dicks to the exploration of my ass the groom had just accomplished, and mixed their semen with his. The end of the bed was facing a large dresser mirror, and the groom had come up on the bed behind me and pillowed my head in his lap, which elevated it enough that I could watch the undulation of the firm, melon-round butts of the two stud groomsmen as they pumped my asshole. Once again I congratulated myself on both having a wild fuck and being richly rewarded for doing so

The groom, obviously smitten with me, was making little mewing sounds to me while his hands and lips explored my upper body. I lay there, writhing under the attention of the groom and his attendants, as the two groomsmen who had carried me into the room and strapped me to the bedposts fucked me deep, one after the other. A third groomsman, a big black stud who had held back from the group as I was being pumped up and down on the groom's cock in the other room, approached between my legs when his two cohorts were done and sucked my cock until I spouted off with a little scream of ecstasy. Then he, too, added his cock and semen to the collection in my ass canal and pistoned his cock inside me endlessly until, with a sigh of satisfaction, he came and melted away from sight.

Then acts five and six came simultaneously, as the blond hunk, who had been revealed to me as being the best man, unstrapped my legs and turned me on my stomach. My mouth was brought to the groom's reengorged cock, and I sucked him off in deep-throated strokes, as the best man proved to be true to his name in both the length and girth of his cock and pumped me doggie style for the next half hour.

I left the wedding suite hours after I had arrived, walking bowlegged from the attention my ass had received from the five muscle studs but with $400 in cash in my coat pocket for me and $400 for Leon and with smiles all around.

It was with a sense of surprise but not regret the next evening when Leon handed me a ticket for a B-2 Cowbody Special at the same hotel wedding suite at midnight the next night. All I could think of as I drove across town was that these guys were really randy and wondering what two guys I'd drawn. My guess was it was the groom and best man, the studliest of the lot, on the reasoning that they would be the ones most likely to hanging out in the wedding suite.

When the door was opened to my knock, I went into a broad smile that matched that of the guy who answered the door—the hunky groom. I had drawn a long straw with that. But I was thoroughly surprised when I entered the room and found that the other occupant was not the best man; it obviously was the bride.

"What . . .?" I stammered.

"This is Glynnis," the groom explained. "Last night was one of several tryouts. You won in a breeze. This is our wedding night, and I promised Glynnis it would really be special."

Still in shock, I performed my standard cowboy striptease and then the groom took both his new bride and me by the hand and drew us into the bedroom.

At his invitation, I fucked his bride in the wedding four poster bed missionary style, while he fucked me from behind. From the sounds of our three-point harmony in cries and groans and moans, it was a wedding night for us all to remember. I left hours—and several hot couple combinations—later, having given them my wedding present of several rounds of off-the-clock fuckings, thinking that this was going to be the most open marriage I'd ever heard about—and hoping that they would be becoming regular customers. 



B. A. B. - Big Ass Bitch



Most women who write me can't believe that guys really like or even lust after Big Ass Bitches (B.A.B.'s) but, speaking for myself I can't get enough of women with big asses. Of course, there are other parts of a woman's anatomy I lust after; long legs and big tits come to mind. 

And, don't worry ladies looks are truly not everything as a fine personality and a gal who really loves having sex are ten times more important. What good is a traditionally sexy lady if she just lays there showing no emotion or who doesn't fully participate in the act of fucking. But, one thing almost all women have in common, whether or not they are considered sexy in the traditional sense, is nice big plump butts; they are Big Ass Bitches. This story is dedicated to all of the B.A.B.'s

*

Life around home had gotten rather routine in spite of the fact that my son and his wife were staying with my family. In addition to them our daughter was staying with my wife and myself. About two weeks ago something happened that changed my life forever. It was a cooler summer evening and I was laying in the bedroom listening to a ball game.

As far as I knew my wife was doing a crossword puzzle in the other room and everyone else was gone doing their own things. The seventh inning stretch came so I decided to get myself a drink from the kitchen. Picking up my dirty socks I threw them in the hamper as I walked past it on the way to the front of the house.

Approaching the dining room I could see into the kitchen. Then it caught my eye; growing bigger and bigger with every step I took. Soon it was all that I could see. It took up my whole visual field and caused my cock to get instantly hard. It was a giant ass in a pair of navy blue sweat pants. The pants were just tight enough that they formed the outline of both cheeks perfectly pushing deeply into that wonderful ass crack.

She was bent over the counter pushing out her ass invitingly. I didn't know, or care, what she was doing. I just had to play with that big fucking ass! It was firm enough that it stood up on its own; no sagging at all. Oh god, I just had to fuck the owner of that wonderful ass. Now I was within reach and pondered my next move only for a couple of seconds before swinging into action.

Quickly I grabbed the elastic waistband of the sweat pants and gave a hearty downward yank. It took a second yank as the front got caught between the counter and her body. Freed of that monster ass the pants fell to her knees revealing a sexy pair of brilliant purple bikini XL panties. My heart fluttered out of control.

Within a single second I lifted my hand and gave that huge bum a hard swat. She made a little grunt. Instantly I gave her a second swat twice as hard as the first. This time she let out a loud squeal. As I began swinging my arm down full force for a third swing it came to me that my wife didn't own any purple panties and in fact hated the color purple. And furthermore, that squeal sure didn't sound like my wife's voice. 

Then it hit me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind that my wife had said she had to go out for the evening and was only working on the crossword puzzles until it was time to leave. Looking up her body I realized that this was in fact my daughter who I was spanking. The third swat hit with a thunderous sound as my hand bounced off of her hot rump from the pure force of the swat.

Horrified I quickly drew back my hand. I was even more horrified when she swung around to face me and my cock began twitching in my pants. I couldn't believe that I was still horny and that part of me wanted her. But, I had enough composure to hurriedly blurt out, "Fuck, I'm sorry I thought you were my wife."

"You fucking bastard leave my ass alone," she yelled as we were face to face inches apart. Then she slapped the right and then left side of my face as hard as she could.

"Bitch, I said I was sorry," I snapped back and smacked both sides of her face in return.

"The fuck you are sorry, fuck head," her face red with anger. Then again I felt the sting of twin slaps across my face.

"You God Damn fucking bitch," I ranted slapping her even harder. Our bodies were creeping closer together. We could feel each other's hot breath.

"You mother fucking prick," again she loaded to slap me. The first slap stung mightily but I caught her hand before the second slap reached its target. After a strange pause of about a second our faces drew together with mouths wide open. Before we knew what we were doing we were engaged in the most passionate hungry kiss in the history of mankind. Our hips now ground against each other.

"Oh fucking god," I yelped as our lips parted for a millisecond.

"Yes, yes, I'm so hot," my partner replied in the throws of passion. Hands traversed wildly over our bodies. When I gave her ass a firm squeeze she responded by grinding her pelvic bone hard against my erection. Savagely she yanked open my shirt causing buttons to fly all over the kitchen. Deciding what was good for her was good for me I returned the gesture and ripped her blouse open. Her buttons joined mine on the floor.

My hands grabbed her big boobs through her bra and gave them a hard squeeze. I was just about to reach around and unfasten the bra when I felt her hands on my belt. I paused in my pursuit to allow her to undo my belt. Quickly she got the belt undone and my pants unfastened and unzipped. They fell right off of my skinny ass. 

So, she proceeded to yank down my briefs. My member bounced right out pointing right at her stomach. My daughter grabbed my rod and gave it a tender stroke. Then it was as if a light turned on in her mind and she suddenly yanked her hand away and backed away from me. Trying to sound composed she yelped, "Dad, we can't do this, oh my god you are my father in law!"

She turned to run back to her room. She forgot that I had pulled down her pants and that they were around her knees. I was turned on beyond belief and thought I knew that she was too. I would not be denied sex with this Big Ass Bitch. She made it a couple of yards away before getting entangled in the pants. 

There she was with her back to me showing me those gorgeous purple panties covering her hot ass. I just couldn't seem to stop myself as I reached for her catching her before she fell. Then I pushed her savagely against the counter wedging her between me and it. Devilishly I snapped, "Listen bitch we have come too far to stop now. You are mine you fucking big assed slut."

I sunk my teeth into the nape of her neck as I reached around and roughly juggled her C cup titties in my hands. As she squirmed to get away the rubbing of her silky ass against my cock only served to heighten my excitement. Tears now filled her eyes as she pleaded, "No we can't do this, stop please."

Reaching for the clasp of her bra I quickly undid all three hooks and ripped the bra from her melons. She kept on pleading and crying so I took the bra, and after discovering that it was not padded, stuffed the whole thing in her mouth to silence her objections. She reached up to pull it out but yanking her hand away I demanded, "Leave it there bitch and come with me Fucking Cunt."

Grabbing her by her hair I dragged her to the dining room and shoved her down onto the table. There she was spread out like a buffet before my eyes. I didn't know what I wanted to help myself to first. Maybe I should try those nice firm breasts or caress her sexy long legs. But then the wet spot in those panties caught my eyes so I reached over and gave them one hard tug and off they flew.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I had never seen such a nice full bush in my life the girl then clamped her legs tightly together trying to stop me from achieving my goal. I lifted up one of her feet and she tried to keep the other one with it. But, when I shoved her knee up to her shoulder and the legs fell apart. 

Now I had full access to her twat. I dove in hungrily kissing and sucking up her hot honey. She tried her best not to react but from time to time her cunt disobeyed as another stream of her honey would flow into my mouth. After a couple of minutes I stood up and aimed my cock for her hot little pussy. 

Violently she shook her head telling me not to enter her hot box. Ignoring her I shoved both of her knees up to her shoulders and grabbed onto her boobies like handles and plunged my seven inch erection all of the way in with one stroke. I slammed my cock in and out of her like a piston. Our skin slapped together with the sound echoing off the walls. Soon her hips were bucking up to meet my thrusts and her cunt walls were squeezing the crap out of my cock. Panting I asked her, "If I take your bra out of your big mouth will you quit telling me to fucking stop?"

She thought about it for a second as her hips rammed against mine again. Then moaning she finally shook her promise of cooperation. Ramming together harder and harder sweat was pouring from our bodies. Yanking the bra from her mouth I threw it halfway across the room. Catching a glimpse of her ample thigh I decided it would be fun to give it a slap. The sound was so sexy and she let out a moan of apparent enjoyment.

Loving the feeling of the slap and knowing that her ass was mine I just had to change positions. So, I pulled out of her and grabbed her by the hair and not so gently helped her to the floor placing her on all fours. She didn't have time to object as my cock was back in her hot twat immediately pounding away. 

My balls slapped her thighs as I rammed my daughter harder and harder. She squealed when I began smacking the shit out of her rump. Smack after smack landing squarely on her fat ass. She winced the first few times that my hand made contact. Just a few swats resulted in her ass beginning to turn pink.

Shortly, her squeals of pain were replaced by low moans of what I thought was pleasure. My cock was throbbing inside of her twat and I could feel her muscles now constricting around my shaft. I demanded sharply, "Hey bitch, your are enjoying this aren't you, you fucking slut?"

While continuing my spanking with one hand I grabbed my new slut's hair with the other and yanked back her head. She was breathing heavily as her hips turned redder and redder from my assault. She groaned out, "Oh yes, fuck me, come on fuck me harder."

My blood was boiling as I replied, "Oh so now you like what I am doing you fucking bitch. Do you want me to shoot my load in your horny little pussy?"

With her face turning red to match her ass from the strain of the exercise she snapped back, "God damn it, yes, give me that stuff; fill me up with all you have got. Damn it fuck me harder!"

I knew now that she was hot as hell and would agree to anything so I momentarily stopped my thrusting and cursed, "So, bitch, you want my cum that wasn't good enough for you ten minutes ago. If I make a deposit in this cunt your fucking body is mine whenever I want it. Your fucking cunt, ass boobs anything I want or anything I want you to do is mine. Do you understand slut?"

She thrust her ass back at me trying to swallow more of my cock and sensually whispered, "Oh god fuck yes you can have me anytime. Just get busy and get that fucking thing moving again. I am fucking yours. Now fuck the shit out of me, dad."

Letting go of her hair I grabbed her hips and pummeled her pussy mercilessly. My conquest dropped her shoulders to the floor and began frigging her clit. My stroking became a blur as the smell of cunt filled the room. I was getting closer and closer to cumming as the sensations were overwhelming me.

The lusty bitch was thrusting her ass back at me causing her butt cheeks to fall apart putting her little asshole on display for me. I couldn't resist the temptation and jabbed first one, and then two fingers into her rear tunnel. Her ass seemed to swallow up my fingers as I yelled, "You mother fucking bitch you are mine, oh God. My fucking hot slut I'm cumming, shit, ugh yes!"

As the words came out of my mouth so too did my spunk filling up my daughter's twat with my hot seed. I have no idea how many times she came but we were thoroughly soaked in her juices which seemed to be running everywhere. As she started to lie down she cooed, "Oh fuck, that was something else. I've never been fucked like that before." My cock was still rigid as I grabbed her hips to stop her from falling to the floor. I was still on fire even though this was one of my most memorable fucks, but her ass seemed to be demanding more attention. So harshly yanking her back on to her knees I calmly demanded, "My big ass bitch you ain't finished, yet."

She looked back at me over her shoulder with a questioning expression on her face. Then a look of understanding seemed to come over her along with resignation to whatever I was about to do. Propping herself up she tried to prepare herself for my next move spreading her legs slightly evidently anticipating I was going to lick up her juices. As I put my prick against her asshole she pleaded, "No not there, please."

I pushed the tip of my soft head against her rim and told her, "You don't have a fucking choice in the matter. Now shut up and take it unless you want your bra shoved back in that big mouth of yours."

It was apparent that whether she admitted it or not she really liked the rough treatment. But, I didn't know whether or not she had been fucked up the ass before so I decided to proceed, at first anyway, slowly with my anal penetration. As the head popped in she gasped and cried out, "Oh fuck your fat cock hurts take it out. I'll do anything else; fuck it hurts."

Even though I had promised to stuff her mouth if she kept up the talking I let her be and stop my thrust for a couple of seconds allowing time for her shit hole to get used to it's invader. Then giving her rump another swat with my hand I pushed in just a little deeper, then a little deeper. She moaned out as she tried to relax her muscles to allow me inside. After several pushes finally I was balls deep in her tight butt hole. Slowly I pulled out and pushed back into her cavern. Her moans slowly turned into moans of pleasure. Now confident that my cock was welcome and she could handle it I gave her ass several swats and began furiously pummeling her rectum. 

Hearing her tits slap together with each thrust I reached around and grabbed one smashing it against her chest eliciting a soft cooing of encouragement. She arched her back and wiggled her ass and hollered, "Mother fucker, can't you fuck me any harder than that, god damn it."

Sweat was pouring from my forehead as I answered, "So bitch you like it rough, huh? You ain't seen nothing yet!"

Now, I pounded her ass as hard as I could, thrust after thrust. I was getting close to cumming again as I reached around her and latched hard onto both of her boobs. Furiously I squeezed, pinched, and yanked her melons. My prick exploded in her shitty depths as we fell apart. My dick came out of her tight hole making a popping noise as it came out of her.

I was about to have her clean off my cock with her mouth when we heard the slamming of a car door in the driveway. Like a shot we bolted up running around the room gathering up clothing. She ran to the bathroom while I ran to my bedroom. I emerged from the bedroom before the front door opened hoping we hadn't left any buttons lying around in plain sight.

The rest of the evening went on as if nothing had happened but when I climbed in bed with my wife that night she got the best fuck I had given her in a long time. I don't know if our activities made a difference that night for the big ass bitch and my son or not but were enjoying my wife too much to care.

After I got home from work the very next night I spotted my slutty daughter in the kitchen and waltzed over to her. My wife and son were sitting in the living room watching the news. I jabbed my fist between her legs, nearly lifting her up, as I pushed into the crotch of her blue jeans. Lustfully I asked, "How the fuck is my slutty cunt doing?"

Surprised at my boldness she looked over at me in shock. She gave my hand a swipe trying to dislodge it from her privates. Coolly she whispered, "My pussy is doing just fine, a little sore, but fine. But, are you crazy they are just in the next room, so quit it."

I knew she was right but merely wanted to make her fully aware that I intended on carrying through with my promise of using her body anytime I wanted too. So just as coolly I whispered back, "Not until you yank the fuck out of my cock."

Without any hesitation she grasped my pecker through my trousers and gave it a couple of soft strokes and then wrapping her fingers around it then tried to yank it to the floor. An audible gasp came from me as I let go of her crotch. I looked up to see her scampering to the living room to sit beside her husband.

This brief encounter had served its purpose as I knew she would be my slut for the taking. It wasn't even an hour later that my wife and son volunteered to go out and pick up some take out food. I knew just exactly what I wanted to eat and I had 25 minutes to get it before they returned with dinner. So, as soon as the front door shut I called my daughter into the living room and forcibly demanded, "Big ass bitch get over here and drop your drawers."

Dutifully she walked over to the couch where I was sitting and unfastened her jeans and pushed them halfway down her legs. I could already smell her pussy but I wasn't after it at the moment so I grasped her hips and pulled her sexy yellow panties against my face. The panties fit extremely tight so it was a struggle peeling them down her massive rump but I wasn't disappointed in what I saw.

This was my first opportunity to really carefully examine her ass when I wasn't absolutely out of control with passion. It was fucking perfect. Her twin pillows were huge and perfectly round. They stood out like a pair of large watermelons with absolutely no sag. Running my fingers softly over the surface a tingle went up my spine as I couldn't believe how baby soft the skin was. 

My eyes caught a glimpse of a pair of dimples on her right cheek that looked like a snake bite. On her left cheek she had a single dimple right in the center of her cheek and there was a two inch jagged scar right below it. Running my finger softly over it I asked her, "So, where did you get this scar?"

Embarrassed she answered me, "your son did that to me. We were fucking in the park and he Rolled me over onto a piece of broken glass neither of us had noticed."

Naturally that is where I began kissing that big ass. I started off soft and gently as if kissing her ouwie to make it all better. But, soon, I was re-ignited and was kissing every inch of her rump without any restraint. Getting quickly into it she began grinding her rump in my face until I caught her hips and dove into her crack. 

I worked my tongue up and down in her deep crevice tasting her sweet skin. Knowing time was limited, and that this was just the first course I worked my mouth to her tiny rosebud. I swirled the tip of my tongue around the rim before stabbing it at the hole. It was extremely tight and I had trouble getting into her shitty hole. After a minute, or so, the opening began to give way and I was able to get my tongue halfway in. 

Meanwhile, her hands were working on her tits and clit as my back door action was turning her on My cock was trying to escape my pants so I unzipped and let it free. I couldn't believe how wonderful her ass was as I licked and sucked her hard. My pecker needed attention and time was running out. 

"Oh fuck, suck me," I suddenly spurted out as I gave her butt a swat. In seconds she was on her knees with my manhood in her hands. Tenderly she stroked it and juggled my balls. She flicked my peephole with her tongue before capturing the head between her lips. I heard a loud gulp then her mouth swallowed up my entire seven inches. Her vacuum action was top notch. I was glad that my pecker was firmly attached or she might have swallowed it down her throat.