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Fun with Sara

By: Story1986



Disclaimer: This story is a total work of fiction. All characters and situations are not real and have no basis in reality. I do not endorse any sort of drug use in real life. With that being said, enjoy yourself and I hope that this gets you off.

Also to the reader: I have decided to go head and use the cliché big breasted and super slutty female character that is on the thick side so if you aren't interested in that kind of female character, this story is probably not for you. 

-NL

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It was a hot summer's day in 2007 when this took place. I had just recently graduated from high school and had decided to take the summer off so I could hang out with friends and party. 

On this particular day, I was riding up and down the winding back roads of the small county that I lived in at the time. I was bored and looking for something to do. My "something to do" came in the form of a text message at around one in the afternoon from a friend named Sara-well friend really wasn't the right word. She was more of an acquaintance really. All I really knew about her was that she was friends with a girl that I had been banging for most of the summer. She was also smoking hat and had really big tits too. Evidently they lived in the same trailer park and they were really good friends. Sara was also recently divorced.

The text message that she sent me asked what I was doing. I told her that I wasn't really doing anything and she replied by saying that I should come over and hang out with her. I had to read the text twice because I wasn't sure if I had read it correctly. 

At the time I had no idea why she had texted me because we barely knew each other. However, I wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to assuage my boredom so I told her that I would be at her house (trailer) in about five minutes. 

The five minutes went by quickly and I was soon in the small drive that led to her home. Hers was in a more secluded are of the trailer park so there was less of a chance for nosy neighbors to see a man pull up to Sara's home. I didn't care either way though because her divorce was none of my business and I was just there to hang out. 

Before I got out of my truck, I went into my glove box and grabbed some cologne. I dabbed it on my face and neck and put it back in my glove box. I hopped out of my truck and walked to her door and knocked. After about a minute of waiting I knocked again. It took a third knock for Sara to finally answer the door.

Sara looked to be in her late 20s. Her soaking wet hair was brown. She wore it down to her shoulders so her hair framed her soft face, brown eyes and thin lips. Her nose was slightly upturned and her ears stuck out slightly but both looked cute on her. Her skin looked smooth and had very few blemishes. 

My gaze fell a bit lower and it was then that I realized that she was only wearing a towel. She must've just gotten out of the shower, I thought to myself. My thoughts were very quickly interrupted though by what the towel was barely concealing.

Sara was what you would call "thick," and the towel made it quite clear that she was very well built in all of the right places. Judging from the way the towel stretched, I would've guessed that Sara was easily a DD, maybe even a DDD. I couldn't tell much else about the front of her figure because of the way her tits pushed the towel outward.

"Sorry it took me so long to get to the door," she said. "I was in the shower."

"That's ok," I said back while desperately trying to keep eye contact.

"Come on in and have a seat and I will go and put some clothes on."

"Ok," I replied but secretly wished that she would stay dressed the way she was. 

Sara's home wasn't the nicest in the world but it looked like she did her best to keep it as presentable as possible. She led me to the small living room that sported a gigantic TV as its center piece. She told me to have a seat on the couch and I did. It was a big plushy couch so I just plopped down on it and did my best to make myself at home. 

"Ok, here is the remote. Feel free to watch whatever you want. I am going run into the bedroom and get dressed really quick."

"Ok."

I watched in admiration as she walked to her room. Her plump ass cheeks peeking out from under the towel with each step she made was slowly but surely making my dick rise. She closed the door and I shifted my focus to something less arousing. I looked around the house, appraising all of the little nick knacks and pictures of family and friends. On one of the side tables was a picture of Sara and her friend Tiffany. Tiffany was the girl I was banging. I started to imagine the two of them together in a raunchy threesome but I was quickly interrupted by Sara's bedroom door opening.

She stepped out of the bedroom wearing a white spaghetti strap top that made it very clear that she was not wearing a bra. The shirt seemed to even make her tits look bigger. They sagged a little, but they still looked very appealing. The top must've had some type of support built into it because the one thing that I could not clearly make out was her nipples. The top also did little to hide a slight stomach that accompanied most women of her build. 

I looked further down and saw that the bottom half of her body wasn't covered in much either. She was wearing a black pair of booty shorts that accentuated every very generous curve that this woman had to show and if she was wearing panties at all, they would have had to have been a thong or a g-string. 

She sat down next to me and it was at this point that I realized that she had a brown box in her hands.

"Do you smoke weed," she asked, opening the box that was full of rolled joints and a decent sized bag of pot. 

"When I get the opportunity to I do, but that isn't very often." 

"Do you want to get high with me?"

"Sure," I replied hoping that the pot would distract me from the insanely sexy and scantily clad woman before me. 

She pulled a joint out of the box and stuck it to her lips and lit it. She inhaled the smoke deeply, coughing only just a little and then she passed it to me. I was nervous about getting high because I had only done once or twice. I didn't want her to know that though so I followed her lead and took a deep, lung-filling drag off of the joint. 

I thought that I was going to die. The minute the smoke entered my lungs it felt like it was stripping the cells from my organs. I coughed violently and I could hear her laughing. A twinge of anger came over me but it was quickly replaced by the euphoric effects from the marijuana. 

"Do you need some water," she asked with mercy in her voice and all I could do was nod up and down. 

"You don't smoke that often do you," she asked sympathetically.

"Not really," I rasped.

"Yeah, I probably should have warned you that this is some really strong stuff."

"It's ok, I'm getting better now."

Sara took another hit and offered me the joint. I told her no because I was already buzzing really good. 

We spent the next ten or so minutes just talking and giggling about stupid shit. She asked me if I was interested in dating Tiffany exclusively and I told her no and that we are just sort of fuck buddies. She said that Tiffany felt the same way. I asked her how long she had known Tiffany and Sara said that they'd met when she moved into the trailer park and they just sort of hit it off. 

Our conversation was interrupted by my cell phone going off. I looked at it and saw that Tiffany had texted me. She wanted to know what I was up to. I told her that I was at Sara's and that we were just chilling. Tiffany replied back saying that she was jealous because she was stuck at work. She said for me to have fun and that she would text me again when she got off. The text ended with a little "wink" emoticon.

Shortly after my text conversation ended with Tiffany, Sara's phone went off. She looked at the screen, smiled, texted something back and then closed her phone. I wonder what that was about, I thought to myself. Was that Tiffany that just texted her? 

"Do you think I could have another hit of that joint now," I asked.

"Of course," she said happily. "Have all you want! It's not often that I get to get high with a hot, younger guy." 

I looked at her when she said this and she winked at me. She had a seductive look in her eyes, at least I think she did. 

The next two hits I took were a lot smoother and I didn't cough nearly as much. I still needed a lot of water because the cotton mouth I was getting was a bitch. Other than that though, I was feeling amazing; and it looked like Sara was feeling pretty good too! I looked over at her again. She was doing something on her phone. I wasn't sure what though; texting maybe. I was too high to really care. Plus I was too busy ogling her tits and her legs and all of the other exposed or nearly exposed parts of her body. 

"Do you see anything that you like?"

Oh shit, I thought to myself. I'm busted!

"It's ok if you look at me. I don't care and if I did, I definitely wouldn't have put on something as slutty as this," she commented, and then gave me a wink.

"Well, you are really hot Sara, and you have a really nice body! It's kinda hard for me not to look at you."

She smiled at that and relit the joint so she could take another hit, and I, being completely stoned at this point, kept staring at her and hoping that maybe, just maybe, I would get to see more of her. 

"So," Sara said breaking the silence. "Do you like fucking Tiffany?"

"Yeah," I said, taken back by her question, but not offended.

"What do you like about her? What do you like about the way she fucks?"

Trying to stall so I could think of something to say other than what I was thinking, I picked up the joint and took another hit. And then I just decided to say what was on my mind. 

"Well, I really like the way she sucks my cock," I said. "And I think that it's really hot that she swallows."

"She swallows," Sara interrupted. "That little slut! It is kinda hot though. Tell me more!"

"Ok, um-she's really hot, kinda like you," I muttered sheepishly. "She got a really tight little body and she definitely knows how to use it! I love it when she rides my dick but my favorite is probably when she lets me fuck her from behind! Oh, and I love that she dresses up for me!" I was starting to get really excited and my mind was drifting from thinking about Sara's naked body, to fucking Tiffany.

"She dresses up for you?" Sara asked, sounding a little confused, or high. I couldn't really tell.

"Yeah... She wears stockings and heels and she puts on slutty outfits for me!"

"Do you have a thing for that kind of stuff?" Sara asked.

"Fuck yes," I declared emphatically. "Nothing turns me on more than to see a woman in a sexy pair of stockings and really tall heels!"

"That's really hot," Sara said. She was starting to squirm a little in her seat and I was starting to get the feeling that she was just as turned on as I was.

"So has Tiffany ever told you about us?" Sara asked, confidently knowing that she knew something that I did not.

"About y'all? No. She hasn't... But please do tell." Curiosity, my erection, plus the weed had created a monster that I was not sure I was going to keep caged for much longer. I may have to excuse myself to her bathroom so I can relieve some of my "tension."

"We've fooled around a couple of times, and I gotta say that you are right as fuck about her being a good lay! Holy shit can she eat a pussy! Fuck, it's making me wet just thinking about it!" She squirmed in her seat again. 

I was floored by what she had just said. I couldn't believe that Sara and Tiffany were fucking, and I couldn't believe that Tiffany never told me about it! I looked over to Sara who was looking at me with hunger and lust in her eyes. It's gotta be the weed playing tricks on me, I told myself. There's no way that she could want me.

"You know," Sara paused, "Tiffany told me something about you!"

"Oh yeah," I said taking another hit from the joint, "what did she say about me?"

"It's kinda naughty and I'm not sure if I want to say it because it could cause things to happen."

"Just say it," I said as my hope that this may escalate began to increase. 

"Ok," she sighed. "Here goes..." She paused again. "Tiffany told me that you had a very nice, big cock and that you were really good at using it." She paused a third time. "Among other things..." 

She looked at me with that same sultry, seductive look that she had given me earlier. I knew that she was waiting to see what I was going to do/say next. 

"She did," I asked in a surprised tone. 

"Yeah..."

"Well then-umm—wow-I can't believe she told you all that," I stammered. The weed was giving me courage though so I quickly recover and said "I'm not exactly huge but I like to think that I'm a pretty healthy guy in that department."

We both smiled at each other and then she looked down at my groin area. I knew that she could see that I was rock hard through my thin cargo shorts. Plus it was a day that I had decided to free-ball. I kept looking at her to see how or even if she would react. She took the last hit of the joint and then licked her lips. 

"Do you think that I could see it?"

"I'll show it to you but you're going to have to show me something in return." I couldn't believe that I had just said that the second after it came out of my mouth! 

"Ok, that's fair. If you show me your dick, I will let you see my tits."

"Deal, but who's gonna go first?"

She smiled at me and said, "Well I think you should go first since you've already been staring at most of my tits all day long."

I couldn't argue with that logic, and she definitely wasn't lying so I said in fake disappointment, "Ok," and then I smiled back at her. 

I took my time undoing my shorts but since I wasn't wearing any underwear, my attempt at stalling didn't last very long. I unzipped them and then I lifted my ass up off of the couch and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My cock was exposed for Sara to see and from the look on her face, she was not disappointed. 

"Holy fuck, it's beautiful! How big is it?"

"It's about 7 1/2 inches long. I'm not sure how thick it is though. But some girls I've been with have had trouble getting their hands around it." I stroked it lightly while Sara stared at it. She licked her lips and cleared her throat. 

"It's really hot that you shave it too. I bet Tiffany cums every single time you put that big thing in her!"

"I haven't heard any complaints from her," I said confidently. 

"Can I touch it," she asked, almost sounding sheepish. 

"Yes, but first you've got to hold up your end of the bargain."

"Oh yeah," she said, and she hurriedly pulled her top over her head. 

It was my turn to be shocked. Sara's tits were huge and they were capped with large nipples and areolas about the size of silver dollars. Her nipples looked so suckable and they were already starting to harden. 

"How big are they," I asked. 

"36DDD," she said with confidence in her voice."

"I have a new deal for you," I said. "I'll let you touch my cock if you let me touch your tits."

There was no response from her verbally. Instead, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to gently stroke it. My hands instantly went to both of her breasts. They were very soft to the touch, but they were firm at the same time. I lightly pinched her nipples and she let out a low moan. 

"That feels really good," we both said in unison. We laughed and then we looked into each other's eyes. I leaned forward and I put my lips on her. They were soft and I soon started to slip my tongue into her wet mouth. She joined hers with mine and we started to make out passionately. 

Her kisses were soft but hurried, and it was clear that this was not just going to stop at third base. She began to stroke my cock at a faster pace and using my precum as lube. My hands remained glued to her magnificent tits but I wanted to take it further. 

"Will you take your shorts off please," I asked and she pulled away from me. 

"Yes, but let's go to the bedroom first."

"Ok," I said and we both hopped up off of the couch. I took off my shorts off all the way, she grabbed the little brown box, and we both headed to the bedroom.

When we got in there, she told me to get on the bed and light another joint. I obliged both requests and I passed the joint to her after taking a hit. She told me to relax and I said "Too late." She laughed and passed the joint back to me.

"So you want to see me naked big boy," she asked. She started to move her hips as if she were dancing to a song that I could not hear. Her perfect tits swayed with the gentle movements of her body. I was hypnotized. 

"Oh fuck yes," I said emphatically. "I want to see all of you!"

"Take your shirt off first," she said and I did so quickly.

She continued to sway her hips slowly and I continued to watch and stroke my rigid member. Her movement began to slow and she turned away from me. She brought her hands up to her hips and she hooked her fingers into her skin tight shorts. 

"You want me to take these off baby?"

"Please," I begged. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes!!"

Sara slowly began to peel the super tight shorts from her bubbly ass, but I felt a combination of excitement and disappointment shortly after she started. In between her ass was a tiny little black string that did nothing to cover her thick, juicy ass but was very effective in covering up and equally thick and juicy pair of pussy lips. 

I continued to stroke my thick cock as she pulled the shorts down her shapely legs and finally, completely off. She kicked them away and turned back around and looked at me. Lust was still in her eyes and she was cupping her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.

"What do you think so far baby? Do you think I should keep going?"

"Hell yes," I exclaimed.

"Why don't you give me another hit first and maybe I'll let you take this g-string off for me? Does that sound good?"

I didn't even answer. I picked up the joint from the ashtray and handed it to her along with a lighter. She lit it and took a big hit. She sat on the bed and handed it back to me and I too took another long hit. 

Sara and I were both extremely high at this point, and it was obvious to both of us that we had reached the point of no return. We looked into each other's eyes and I told her to lay on her back. She did and I quickly got on top of her. My erect cock grazed against her soaking wet g-string clad pussy and I heard her moan. I leaned down and kissed her again and she vigorously reciprocated but quickly pulled away and said with desperation in her voice, "Please hurry up and take them off!" 

I gladly obliged.

I took my time though, and I stopped and sucked on each of her rigid nipples which drove her wild. I sucked on each nipple for about 30 seconds and then I pulled back and looked down at her covered sex. I put my hands on her waist, grabbed the tiny little strings and pulled the g-string from her hips. 

It came off easy and I nearly drooled on Sara when I got my first look at her sweet pussy. The lips were very plump and they were glistening with her juices. They had no hair on them and with the exception of a small patch of hair about a half an inch above the hood of her clit, there was no hair to be found on her pubic region. Even between her ass cheeks was void of any hair. I wanted to lick her pussy so bad but I knew that that was not what she wanted. I knew that she wanted my cock inside of her, and that she wanted it right now! 

"Please fuck me," she pleaded. "Please!"

I readily obeyed her demand and I placed my tumescent cock at the entrance of her sopping wet cunt. I rubbed the bulbous head that was already covered in precum up and down the length of her lips; occasionally grazing against her engorged clitoris. She moaned loudly and continued to beg me to penetrate her. 


Fun with Sara Pt. 02



My chirping cellphone woke me up some time later, but I wasn't sure what time it was until I flipped open my cellphone. "That was a good three hour nap," I said to myself. I got up; my phone still in my hand and I stretched my waking muscles. I still felt a little stoned when I finally looked at the text message that woke me up. It was from Sara and it said that she was out shopping but she would be home soon. She had evidently left about an hour or so ago and that she had gone to the mall to pick up a few things for tonight. "I wonder what's happening tonight," I said to myself and I finished reading the text message which ended with an invitation to take a shower and to some more of her marijuana which she said was located in her underwear drawer.  

I walked over to her underwear drawer but having just woken up, I didn't have much of an intention to smoke any weed just yet. I opened the drawer and I was greeted by numerous pairs of thongs and G-strings along with other various types of sexy underwear. No thigh high stockings though, and that disappointed me because I imagined that her thick, thighs would look amazing encased in black, seamed nylon. I continued to rummage through the drawer until I found the weed that Sara had promised and I pulled it from its hiding place and I closed the drawer. 

I put the box on top of the dresser and walked to the bathroom which, for a trailer was surprisingly big. There was a three person, Jacuzzi style tub and a shower stall. A fully loaded trailer? I chuckled and looked around for a towel. I found one on the counter already set out for so I walked over to the shower and turned on the hot water. I stepped in and immediately started to wash off. The spray of the almost too hot water felt good on my skin, and I took my time washing the sweat from my body that had accumulated on my body from the activities Sara and I had engaged in a few short hours ago. 

I kept thinking back to what we had done and I still couldn't believe that it actually happened! I barely knew this woman before I came over and now here I was taking a shower in her bathroom after getting up from a nap that I took in her bed. I thought back on what we had done with each other just a short time ago and my cock started to slowly come to life. Already, I wanted her again! 

Once I finished washing all of the soapy water from my body I turned the water off and I hopped out of the shower. Lazily, I towel dried my muscular body while contemplating what was going to happen next. Will we ever do this again? Should I just leave now or should I wait for her to come home? Why in the hell did she pick me to fuck her brains out? I was pretty sure that Tiffany was the answer to the last question though. 

I decided to just play it cool and see what happens. I finished drying off and I checked my phone once more. Sara had texted me again. She said that she was on her way home from the mall and that she hoped that I had decided to stay. I replied to her message; telling her that I was still here and that I had just gotten out of the shower. A smiley face was all the she texted back. 

The mall was about twenty or twenty-five minutes from Sara's house so I figured that I had a little bit of time to maybe smoke a little more of her weed and maybe have a look around her house for clues as to what type of chick Sara was. I looked over at her closet. The door was closed so I decided that I would start my investigation there first. I walked over to it, still naked and I opened the door. Like the bathroom, it was fairly large, large enough to walk into in fact. I felt around for a light and once I finally found the switch, I flipped it on and looked around. 

The closet was packed full of clothes, most of which looked to be quite revealing in the chest and leg area. The bottom of the closet was littered with numerous pairs of sexy, high heeled shoes, some of which were clearly in the category of "stripper heels." One of the pairs got my attention in particular. They were about six inches tall and were made of black patent leather. They also had white fringes around the part that the foot goes in. The front of the shoes looked like Mary Jane's and they had the thin black strap that went over the middle of the wearer's foot. The back of the shoe though was a spike heel. I felt my cock twitch again at the thought of Sara wearing those shoes and a pair of black fishnet stockings while she bounced up and down on my rigid member. I imagined the feel of her tits bouncing freely between the two of us; how her hard nipples would feel scraping against my chest. 

I tried to shake my head clear of these amorous thoughts. It didn't work though. I was already really horny, and I knew that if I kept thinking like this I as going to be in a world of hurt. My cock was begging for attention and if it could talk, I know that it would probably be begging for me to touch it right about now! "Thank God it can't," I thought to myself. "I'd be in really trouble then." I chuckled at the thought of my dick talking for about a minute and then I went back to the task at hand. 

I kept looking around in the closet, finding more and more sexy, slutty clothes until finally, in the far right corner, I found a container about three times the size of a shoe box. It was black, and there were band stickers all over it. I pulled it out from under the clothes and shoes and I put it on the floor in her center of the closet. On my knees and still naked, I opened the box. "Jackpot," I said, looking down at the box and its contents. Sex toys of different shapes and sizes nearly filled the box. Dildos and vibrators, some large and some small filled the box nearly to the top, along with handcuffs, blindfolds and lubes. I rummaged through the box, hoping that I would maybe find a dirty movie or some pictures but there were none. 

Not finding what I was after, I closed the box and put it back where I found it. Sara should be home at any time now. I walked out of the closet, disappointed that I didn't find any lingerie that she might be able to wear for me but before I closed the door, I made sure that everything looked just as I found it. Once satisfied I turned the light out and closed the door. I went to her dresser and grabbed a joint from the little box, lit it and went into the living room. I had decided that I would watch a little TV and smoke a little weed until she got home. 

It took me a minute or so to find the remote to the gigantic TV but when I finally did, I flipped it on and got yet another surprise. The TV and the DVD player must have been synced together or something because when I hit the power button, they both powered on and I was now watching the porno movie that Sara was watching the last time she had the TV on. Fuck she is fucking hot, I said to myself. The scene she was watching was man, about 30 years old or so along with two women; each of which looked to be in their 20s. Both of the women were the typical blonde haired, big titted, deep tanned nymphos with hairless pussies and insatiable sexual appetites that you normally see in porn and right now, they were each taking turns riding the man's impressive tool all the while screaming at the tops of their lungs. I watched intently as the women took turns fucking themselves until finally the man got up and directed each woman to get on her hands and knees. The camera zoomed in on their engorged, dripping pussies. The women started making out with each other when the man came back into the picture stroking his lubed cock. 

The man's cock was hard as a rock when he rubbed it against the woman on the left's tight, puckered asshole. She moaned as if she were cumming already when he pushed the engorged head past her muscular ring. I felt like I was in a trance; the weed and the scene on the TV mesmerized me as if I had never seen a porno or smoked a joint. 

I was oblivious to the door opening and Sara coming through it. 

"I see you've made yourself at home," Sara said while she closed the door. Her hands were full of bags and so dropped them on the floor. 

"Oh shit-hey-um-I'm sorry. I must've lost track of time," I muttered out startled by her intrusion into her own house. 

"Are you ok," she said, pretending to be worried but having difficulty keeping a smirk off of her face. 

"Uh-yeah," I said, feeling like a young teenager that had just been caught looking at porn by his parents. "Yeah—I'm fine," I said, trying with all my might to gain some semblance of composure. "Are you ok?"

"I'm great," she said enthusiastically. "It's not every day I get to come home from shopping to find a hot guy naked on my couch smoking weed and watching a porno. Care if I join you?"

"Absolutely not," I said, looking at Sara, and then at the TV screen. 

She was wearing a really short jean skirt that barely covered round, juicy ass, and a white tank with a black bra that could easily be seen through the shirt. Neither the shirt, nor the bra did anything to hide her massive DDD tits though. Her heeled sandals clicked on the tile floor at the entrance of the trailer but they were quickly muffled when she set foot on the gray carpet. Holy fuck she is sexy, I thought to myself, sexier than both of the women in the porno combined! I felt like my cock was growing even more, which seemed impossible before this moment, but I looked down and damned if it didn't look at least a half an inch bigger. 

"Just let me get out of this bra really quick and I will come and sit with you."

"Ok," I said, "but you could get out of the shirt too if you want!"

"I bet I could, couldn't I?"

"Fuck yeah," I said hastily. "You can take off whatever you like baby!"

She pulled the straps from her shoulders and lowered the front of her shirt, pulling the bra from her gorgeous chest. Her dime-sized nipples were prominent through the thin material and it was hard for me to keep eye contact with her. She threw the bra onto another one of the chairs in the room and she plopped down next to me. She reached for the joint and I gave it to her. She lit, took a long drag and held it. 

"Ahhhh, much better," she said, exhaling the smoke. "So what part are you on," Sara asked, looking at the lascivious scene on the TV. "Oh, this is a hot one," she said. She folded her legs on the couch and she put a hand on my naked thigh. She rubbed it lightly and rotated between watching the anal sex scene on the screen and my throbbing cock bounce up and down between my legs. 

"You're naked," she said, "and I'm still wearing clothes. That's not really fair is it?"

"I wasn't going to say anything," I said smiling. 

"Do you think that I should even things out?"

"I'll never say "no" to seeing a sexy, naked woman."

"You wouldn't huh? Well in that case I should probably get these clothes off then."

"I guess you should," I said back, taking the joint from her hand so she could undress. 

She got up off of the couch and stood to the left of me, leaving the view of the porno unobstructed. I glanced at the scene on the TV. The man had switched and was now fucking the other woman's perfectly round, heart shaped ass. The other woman had gotten in front of her and was now laying on her back and getting her pussy eaten. I looked back at Sara who was slowly pulling her shirt off. She was watching the scene too, and was just as caught up in it. 

"Have you ever fucked a girl's ass," she asked calmly, as if she were asking about the weather. 

"No, but I've always wanted to try it," I said. My voice was trembling with lust and excitement. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"A few times."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah," she said, "a few times actually." She rubbed her tits gingerly. "But I really have to be in the mood for it, and I usually have to be really high and really turned on!"

"I can understand that." 

I looked back at the screen to see that the guy had pulled out of the woman's ass. He yelled at the two women; telling them that he was about to cum and on cue, the two women jumped up and onto their knees to take the man's load all over there face. A split second later, he was covering their faces with his seed, but unlike most porn movies I had seen where the women usually try to dodge his cum, these looked like they were enjoying it. They were each taking turns taking his load in their mouths now, and when he finally finished experiencing what had to have been a mind-numbing orgasm, the women started kissing passionately while doing their best to get as much of his cum in their mouths as they could. 

"I wish I was one of those gir-" 

I looked over at Sara who was looking at me with a sheepish smile.

"Did I say that out loud," she muttered, almost under her breath. 

"I think you did, but it's really hot to think of you making out and sharing cum with another girl!"

"You think so?"

"Fuck yeah," I said emphatically. "I'm imagining you doing it right now!" Now it was my turn to ask if I said something out loud.

"Oh really," she asked. "And who would you like me to make out with, and whose cum would you want us to share?" 

"You really wanna know," I asked, ready to answer her honestly. 

"Yes."

"The other girl is Tiffany, and it's my cum that you two are sharing while you make out. She really likes my cum though, so you might have to fight with her for it!"

"Well what if I happened to like your cum more than her?"

"I don't know then... I guess it depends on whether or not you really like cum, specifically my cum."

I realized that Sara still had her skirt on when she dropped to her knees in front of me. 

"I guess I will just have to find out if I like it or not right now then," Sara said. She took my rigid member into her hand started to stroke it. She looked into my eyes, wordlessly asking for she knew that she already had. 

"I guess you will-," was all I could managed before she leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. 

Her mouth felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was wet and soft but also hot and her rigid tongue expertly snaked its way over the top and bottom of my bulbous cockhead. I was in heaven!

She bobbed her head back and forth slowly on the first two or three inches of my engorged cock, making sure to let me know that this was only a tease of things to come. She looked up and into my eyes and her hand wrapped around my shaft and she stroked it while her mouth worked on the top half of my cock. Her blue eyes looked big, and her pupils were dilated. She looked so sexy with my cock bobbing in and out of her mouth. 

"Your mouth feels so good on my cock Sara," I said to her with a labored, raspy voice. My left hand had made its way to the back of her head to encourage her to suck more of me into her wet, inviting mouth. 

She need none though, so I just stroked her shoulder length brown hair while she took her time taking care of my turgid tool. My right hand moved down and into her shirt, grabbing her big, soft tit. I kept moving my hand until I reached large, taut nipple. I pinched it lightly and she moaned on my cock, causing her tongue to vibrate lightly on the bottom of my cock. I was starting to feel the first hints of an approaching orgasm when she pulled my spit-covered cock from her mouth and stroked it from top to bottom. 

"Are you enjoying yourself," she asked. She knew the answer though. She knew that she was driving me crazy. 

"You know I am Sara! And if you keep this up you're going to make me cum in your sexy fucking mouth!"

"That's what I want you to do baby! I want you to fill my mouth with your cum so I can show how much I love it! Too bad Tiffany's nothere to share this big cock with me!"

"I wish she was too baby 'cuz I'm getting close! Please put your mouth back on my cock!"

"Ok but I want you to fuck my mouth! I want you to fuck my hot mouth so you can fill it with your cum!"

Her words almost drove me over the edge but I did what she asked. Without a word I grabbed her head and pushed it down on my cock, forcing more of it into her. I didn't know if she could deep throat or not but I was definitely about to find out. I kept pushing my cock deeper into her mouth until I felt the back of your throat. I heard her take a deep breath through her nose and I took that as permission to push further. 

The resistance from her throat muscles was strong at first but they soon started to relax and I was able to get about four inches of my seven inch cock into her mouth. I pulled back and pushed my cock down her throat even further. The sensation of her contracting throat muscles was getting more intense as my thrusts into her mouth got deeper and deeper. We made eye contact again and she tried to squint her watery eyes at me, daring me to fuck her mouth harder. I was so close and her egging me on drove me further towards the edge. I drove my dick deeper down her throat until she started to gag. I pulled my cock almost completely out of her mouth and I thrust forward once again; this time six inches of my cock were no longer visible. She gagged again and her mascara was starting to run from the tears that were falling down her cheek. 

"I'm getting ready to cum Sara! I'm getting ready to fill your fucking mouth with my load you hot little fucking slut! You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your throat," I yelled. I pulled back out and gave her a chance to breathe before I pushed my cock into her mouth until all seven inches of my rock hard shaft had disappeared into her mouth. I held it there until she gagged again and pulled out, but this time all the way because I wanted her to tell me what she wanted from me. 

Tell me what you want Sara," I told her forcefully. "Tell me you want to be my cumslut!"

Her hands went to my cock and any sense of decency in her was abandoned for pure lust as she jerked my cock while on her knees in front of me. Spit was hanging from her mouth and was making its way to her pendulous tits. Mascara-blackened tears fell down her face but she didn't care. She was on a mission for my seed and she was bound and determined to get it. 

"Cum in my mouth baby, please! Give me your hot spunk so you can watch me swallow it all down my hot throat! Make me your hot, big titted cum slut!"

"You better show me what you worked so hard for first before you swallow it! I want to see my cum in your pretty mouth before you swallow it all!"

"Oh, fuck you have got me so fucking wet right now! Just the thought of you cumming in my mouth so I can swallow it has got me so fucking wet! I promise I will show you your cum in my mouth but please just give it to me!"

I pulled her slick, spit covered hands from my cock and I grabbed it. I thrust forward and into her mouth and she started to moan on my cock. I pushed her mouth all the way down on my dick and I kept thrusting as if there was an invisible inch that I had yet to fill her mouth with. She gagged and choked and her eyes watered more but I kept thrusting. I pulled out and thrust back down her throat until I felt my cum boil out of my balls and up to my shaft. 

"I'm getting ready to cum Sara! Get ready baby," I groaned and she doubled her efforts. She was now fucking her own mouth with my cock, trying desperately to milk my cum from my tumescent member. 

"Oh shit here it cums Sara! Fuck, here it cums," I said and I let out a deep sigh as the first powerful jet of my copious load shot into her mouth. Thankfully, I had pulled out far enough just in time so my cum would go into her mouth and not straight down her throat but it was still all she could do to keep from gagging. She truly was an expert cocksucker though, and she was able to take my entire load in her mouth without missing a drop. 

In total, four voluminous jets of cum flooded her mouth and she was moaning almost as loud as I was while I filled her hot, wet mouth with my nut. She had given me one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had in my entire life and now I was going to watch her swallow the fruit of her labor. 




Fun with Sara Pt. 02



She looked up at me with her big blue eyes; mascara still running down her cum filled cheeks and she tried to smile. I told her to open her mouth and she obeyed. It was half full with a thick, white load of cum; it was full of my cum. 

"That is so sexy," I told her. "You are so sexy! Swallow it baby. Swallow my hot load of cum."

Her mouth closed and her throat muscles start to move up and then down. I heard her swallow the contents of her mouth and then she opened it again. It was empty. I thought my cock was going to get hard at just the sight of this hot little minx, but thankfully for the moment, it did not. 

"That's a good little cumslut," I said and she smiled at me. 

"Thank you," she said with obedience in her voice. "Thank you so much for you cum sir."

"Sir," I asked. "Did you just call me sir?"

"I did," she replied demurely. "Do you like it?"

"I do."

"Then in that case, sir, may I please go and take a shower? I'm really dirty." There was deference in her voice and I felt that I had no choice but to oblige her request. 

"You may." 

"Thank you sir." 

She got up on shaky knees and I looked between her legs. She was so wet she was dripping. She was so wet, that there was a wet spot on the carpet where she was kneeling on. I hope that'll come out, I thought to myself. I felt my dick start to come to life yet again at the site of her sopping cunt. Sara looked down at my cock and then back up at me. 

"You just don't know when to be satisfied do you?"

I looked at her and smiled. "I guess I'm greedy like that."

"I guess so! How about this? Why don't you go and lay on the bed and relax while I take a shower and then when I get out, I can show you what I got at the mall."



Fun with Sara Pt. 03



As promised, here is Part III. It is a lot different than the first two parts and it touches on some subjects that my readers may not like: incest and transgenders. If this something that turns you off, I do apologize. 

Also, I am having to post this from my phone so there may be some issues with indentation, as well as spacing. 

Thanks again for reading, and I hope you enjoy my story!




Ben was up in his room, slowly stroking his 7 1/2 inch cock when the front door opened to the house. "Oh shit," he whispered, and he quickly closed the window containing the hardcore porn scene that he was watching. It was a particularly hot scene: two very attractive women, feverishly eating each other's cunts in a 69 position while a well hung man plows his ejaculating cock into the pussy of the woman on top. 

Unfortunately for Ben though, he did not get to see the finale that consisted of the woman on the bottom licking the cum out of the woman on top's hairless, pulsating cunt. It was one of Ben's favorite types of scenes; it was also one of the hardest types of scenes to find. 

"Benjamin, are you home?" It was him mom, Cindy, that was walking into the house and interrupting him from his much needed masturbation session. It had been days since he had cum, and he was now beyond frustration by the abrupt ending that to what was, thus far, a very satisfying self-pleasuring session. He was so frustrated, that he probably could have screamed at his mother, but he refrained. 

"Benjamin," she shouted once more. She knew that he was home though. His old, beat up Toyota pickup truck was out front in the driveway. She was pretty that she knew why he wasn't answering though: he was probably stroking his cock. 

"I'm up here Mom," he finally called out with mild irritation in his voice. 

He had managed to clean the lube off of his hand and throw on a pair of gym shorts in record time. He opened his door and walked to the 2nd floor balcony that looked down into the front entrance of his and his mother's spacious house. 

"What's up Mom?" He looked down at her. He could easily see down her white blouse from his viewpoint, and he admired her ample cleavage. 

"Not much sweetie. What's up with you?" She dropped her things down onto the table next to the door that served as a repository for all things that needed to be put somewhere else: keys, purse, coat and other "out of the house," necessities. 

"About the same. Just up here chilling."

Cindy looked up at her son, admiring him lovingly. He had grown quite a bit while away at college. He had forgone a shirt and his well-defined chest, stomach and arms were on full display to her. He was by no means an Adonis, but she still thought that he was handsome. She glanced between posts that held up the balcony bannister, and she saw that her son's semi-erect cock. It was clearly visible through his gym shorts and it was obvious, even from this distance that he was not wearing anything under those gym shorts.

"Got any plans for tonight," she asked, trying to get the image of her son's manhood out of her head. "It's actually not going to be freezing fucking cold like it has been these past few nights!" 

"Meh, I don't know. Sara has been texting me all day about coming over to her house but I'm not sure if I really want to. Ever since I got back from school, she's been blowing up my phone and trying to get into my pants!"

Cindy scoffed at her son's words, felling just a hint of jealousy. "At least you have that problem! I haven't been laid in months!"

"That's because you never go out, Cindy! If you did, I'm sure you'd get laid in no time flat!"

"How many times have I told you not to call me Cindy?! College grad or not, I am still your mother, and you will address me as your mother, young man! Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," Ben came back sarcastically. He heard his mom call him a smart ass under her breath, and he chuckled. 

Ben loved the relationship that he had with his mother. They were both very open and honest with each other. They always have been, ever since his dad bailed on the two of them when he was two years old. His mom had fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which way you look at it, developed physically at a very young age, and much faster than she had developed mentally. She was, and still is very intelligent, but when you're young, smarts are no match for raging hormones and an older guy that has taken interest. She gave birth to Ben, and became a single mom simultaneously at the age of 15.

Thankfully for Cindy though, she had parents that loved her. They took care of her and Ben, and they made sure that neither wanted for anything. Cindy was even able to finish high school and go to college. She got her degree and became a successful therapist, which paid well; and since the money was so good, she was able to provide for her son and give him almost anything and everything he needed and wanted. 

Ben found his mother in the kitchen making herself a cup of coffee. 

"What are your plans for tonight," he asked her, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer. 

"I don't know. Maybe I'll open a bottle of wine and relax; maybe watch a dirty movie and have a little "me time," if you know what I mean." She winked at him.

"You're such a perv mom," Ben said, unembarrassed by his mother's candidness. They were both adults, and as adults they were entitled to their urges and needs. A part of him wished that he could've watched, but he quickly disregarded the thought and chastised himself. 

"So are you! Plus it's not like you don't do it too! In fact, I bet that's what you were doing when I walked in the front door!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ben said, feigning offense. 

"Sure you don't!"

Ben took a sip of his beer and watched his mother. Her back was too him, giving him a chance to ogle her plump ass. It looked damn good for being 35! Hell, all of her looked damn good for 35! Her toned calves, encased in tan stockings; small, shapely feet covered by sensible, tan heels that molded her legs into perfection. A light brown skirt came just above her knee, and her white blouse, while conservative, still graciously accentuated the curves of her 36C breasts. 

She caught him looking at her when she turned around.

"Why don't you take a picture?! It'll last longer," she joked. 

"Would you really let me? I've got a camera right here," he said, pulling out his cell phone. 

"Now who's the pervert, Ben? You're staring at your mother while her back is to you, and now you want to take a sexy picture of her!"

"I'm sorry! I'm a sucker for beautiful women!"

"And I'm a sucker for sweet-talkers, so you better stop!"

They both made eye contact and smiled. Ben loved his mother's face. It was soft and kind; the type that you could tell anything to. There was a hint of eye and lip makeup, but nothing too noticeable. She didn't really need makeup though. To him, she was a natural beauty. 

"I love that we can talk, and joke like this mom," Ben said affectionately. 

"Me too sweetheart! Me too..."

Cindy left her son, and lazily made her way to the stairs, went up them and walked to the master suite: her bedroom. This was one of the few moments that she had wished she lived in a smaller house. She was tired, and her feet hurt from wearing heels all day.

It was her heels that were the first thing to go when she got into her room. She sat down on the bed to take them off; she gingerly rubbed her bare, stocking clad feet. A moan of pleasure and relief escaped her full, pouty lips. 

After a few minutes of rubbing each foot, she got up off of the bed and walked over to close her bedroom door so she could undress. She decided against it though; her son had not yet come back upstairs, and neither one were particularly shy around each other when it came to the option of clothing. 

She brought her hands down to her lower back and gripped the zipper to her skirt. She pulled it down slowly and shimmied out of it. It fell to the floor, exposing the tops of her tan, hold-up stockings, and the white thong that she was wearing. She brought each of her legs up and pulled each stocking off, being careful not to get a run in them, and she threw them onto the king-sized bed in the middle of her large, opulently appointed bedroom. 

Next she lazily unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom; it too was tossed onto the bed. She was now only in her lacy white bra, and thong. She walked over to her full length mirror and she examined herself. 

At 140lbs, she was heavier than she wanted to be but the extra few pounds gave her the "junk in the trunk" look that was so popular these days. She reached behind her head and pulled out the bun that had been holding up her shoulder length, brown hair in place all day long. She realized that had she been wearing her glasses right now, she would look like the sluttiest librarian in the world.

She ran her hands through her hair, scratching her scalp gently. Goosebumps spread across her skin from her own touch, and she wished that it was a man, or even another woman, running their hands through her soft, silky, brunette hair.

She brought her hands from her head to the clasp of her 36C cup bra. She undid it and let it fall to the floor. Yet another sigh of relief to be rid of another encumbering article of clothing escaped her lips and she brought her small hands to her supple breasts and she gently massaged the undersides of them. She rubbed back and forth, slowly bringing feeling back to her sensitive bust. 

The last piece of clothing to go was her thong: the most uncomfortable undergarment ever invented in her opinion, but since she was wearing a skirt and abhorred panty lines, she endured the unpleasant thing. She slid it down her long legs and let it fall to the floor. Her legs were her second favorite feature, coming behind her large breasts, and in front her thick hips and ass. 

She looked in the mirror once more. Her attention was drawn to the bush that was nestled between her thighs. She always kept her mound neatly trimmed, but she made sure that her pussy lips remained bald with the use of laser hair removal. Being completely bald was not something that she preferred; she didn't mind it on other women though. 

She ran her fingers through her soft, brown pubic hair, and as if with a mind of their own, they travelled further down to her smooth, fleshy pussy lips. They were slightly swollen, and she could feel a hint of moisture on them. She had been perpetually aroused as of late, and masturbation for her was likened to using a one-handed fire extinguisher to put out a three-alarm warehouse blaze! 

Realizing that her bedroom door was still open, she pulled her fingers from between her legs abruptly so she wouldn't get too aroused. She could've rubbed her clit to orgasm if she wanted but, she decided that she would wait until tonight when she could get comfortable on the couch with a glass of wine; maybe even get a little high. She wondered if Ben had any weed. Ever since Ben started messing with Sara two years ago, she started selling him weed. And really good weed! Her pussy twitched a little at the thought of Sara. 

She had only seen her a few times, but when she did... Mmmmm, Cindy thought to herself. She loved her big round tits, and how Sara always seemed to have them on display for anyone and everyone to drool over. He was jealous that her son got to fuck that hot slut. She felt her hands make their way back down to her pussy once more. I've got to be strong! She brought them back up again. Just gotta wait a few more hours, Cin! And then you can rub your cunt til' you can't rub it anymore! 

A thought suddenly crossed her mind and it sent a shiver down her spine. Here she was in her room, naked, and thinking about her 20 year old son fucking his hot, big-titted, drug dealing fuck-slut, Sara. She imagined him cumming all over her tits and then Sara licking his thick load off of them. Cindy's engorged clit was begging to be touched. Her cunt started to drool and it took everything in her power to keep from touching herself. She tried to think pure thoughts! Maybe it's me that needs a therapist!

Ben's phone went off again, and he pulled it out of his pocket. It was a picture message from Sara, who was putting herself on full display from the waist down for Ben. She was wearing a jean skirt that she had hiked up to expose her cunt. Her legs were spread wide and she had no panties on. She was showing him her glistening, almost hairless pussy, trying her hardest to entice him into coming over to fuck her brains out. Another text came through that simply read, "I want you." 

Ben texted her back, telling her that he wasn't going to be able to come over tonight because he wanted to hang out with his mom. She replied with "lol," but she then texted that she understood. "But you better come over tomorrow because my pussy, mouth and ass are in desperate need of your mouth, and your fat cock." Ben smiled at that last text and put his phone back in his pocket. He took another pull from his beer, and put it back on the table. Finally, he heard his mom coming back down to the first floor. 

She was clad in a pair of tight, black, cotton booty shorts and a white, "wife-beater" tank top. It was immediately evident to Ben that his mother was not wearing a bra. He stared at her chest; at her small, brown nipples that were slightly poking through the thin shirt. His cock lurched to life just a little. He internally yelled at himself for staring at his mother in that way. But she's just so fucking hot, he thought. 

"Whatcha doing sweetheart," she asked her son, walking over to the cupboard to grab a wine glass. 

"Not much... Just relaxing, texting Sara and drinking a beer," Ben replied. 

"Oh, yeah? What are y'all talking about?" Cindy opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Red Moscato. She grabbed the wine corker and went to work opening the adult beverage. 

"Oh, the usual... She wants me to come over tonight but I told her that I was going to hang out with you."

"Aww, you're so sweet!" She pulled the cork off and filled her glass. "But you really don't have to hang out with your dear-old mom on a Friday night! You're young! Plus, I'm sure that I can find something to do." Cindy winked at her son again, and both of their minds went back to thinking about the dirty movie and the "me time" comment she had made earlier. 

"I want to hang out with you though," Ben said, smiling at his mom. "And you're not old! You're a MILF!"

"Oh my God Benjamin, I am your mother!" Cindy was shocked by her son's declaration.

"Yes, I know, but you are also a MILF!"

Cindy shook her head and her finger at her son but deep down, she was flattered. She was flattered not only because of the MILF comment, but the fact that he was forgoing a night of hot fucking for a night with his mother. It meant a lot to her. She took a sip of her wine and looked at her son. He was looking at the window, eyeing the sunset. She eyed his young, muscular body. She looked at the shaggy mop of brown hair on top of his head. She thought of his piercing blue eyes, and his clean-shaven baby-face. 

"Whoever ends up marrying you is going to be one lucky woman, you know that?" 

Ben turned around and looked at Cindy, smiling he said, "Thanks Mom."

"So you wanna get a pizza, or something? Maybe a movie," Cindy asked, changing the subject. 

"Sounds good to me," Ben replied. 

Cindy picked up her cellphone and ordered their dinner and thirty minutes later, they both sat down at the dinner table to enjoy their meal. She watched him lovingly while he ate, and a sense of pride washed over her. He was become such a sweet, handsome, young man.

"Thank you again sweetie for spending the evening with me. It seems like we never get to enjoy each other's company like we used to!"

Ben quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and washed it down with his beer. "I know it has. That's why I decided to stay in. I've really missed you these past few months." He took another bite of his pizza. "Also the pizza's really good Mom! Thanks!"

"You're so sweet! I am a little curious though," she said, a bit of mischief in her tone. "What did you and Sara have planned for tonight?" Cindy took a large sip of her wine and waited for his reply. She had a pretty good idea what they were going to be doing, but she wondered if he was going to be honest with her. Her head was already floating a little. It had been a while since she had drank, so she was already starting to feel a little tipsy. 

"Oh, you know, the usual," Ben said, taking yet another drink of his beer. The bottle was almost empty when he finally put it down. 

"No honey, I don't know hon--would you please get me another glass of wine?" She finished the contents of the glass and handed the glass to her son. 

"Sure," he said, getting up and going to the fridge. He poured his mother another glass and handed it to her, taking a split second to steal a glance at her nipples. They looked semi-erect to him, but then again he had never seen them hard before, so he wasn't sure. Putting the wine bottle back in the fridge, he grabbed himself another beer before closing it. He popped the top and sat back down at the table. 

"So," Cindy pressed, truly curious to see whether or not he'll spill the beans to his mother. 

"So, what?"

"So what were you two going to do tonight?" Cindy looked her son in the eye. 

"Mom, I'm pretty sure that you already know the answer to that question," Ben replied, turning his beer up. 

"I want you to tell me though. I'm curious..." She followed suit, putting her glass to her lips and taking a sip. 

"Ok..." Ben said, clearing his throat. Cindy could tell that he was nervous. "Well, we were probably going to get high." He paused again, "Umm, then we would probably have some sex and then go to bed."

"What kind of sex?"

Ben was caught off guard by the last question, so he wasn't quite sure how to continue with this. 

"Uhh—the kind that two people have when they're stoned," he replied, smiling dumbly. His eyebrows were raised and he was hoping that the answer would satisfy her curiosity. 

"Was she going to give you oral sex? Cindy asked, secretly enjoying watching her son squirm a little. 

"Mom," Ben gasped. "I don't even know how to answer that!"

"With a "yes," or a "no." She said, holding in a chuckle.

"Probably," he muttered.

She nodded, "And were you going to return the favor?"

"Yeah," Ben said bashfully.

"You know that we are both adults right? Plus, I've seen some of the texts you send each other and from the looks of it, you two are more than comfortable with pleasing each other in more ways than one! She winked at Ben, whose face was now as red as a stop sign. 

"I know we're both adults but you're my mom!"

"And? I haven't been laid in months and--"

"And whose fault is that," Ben interrupted. He was starting to get a little defensive but he wasn't sure why. 

"It's mine, I admit it, but I'm not talking about me right now. I want to know what you and Sara were planning on doing tonight! Maybe be a little vicarious!" 

"You really want to know what we were going to do tonight," Ben asked, shocked by the line of questioning he was receiving.

"Yes," Cindy exclaimed, "I really wanna know!"

"Ok. Well, like I said earlier, we were probably going to get high for starters." Ben took a deep breath before he kept going. 

"Sara will probably dress up for me and--"

"Wait, what do you mean "dress up for you," Cindy asked, "and also, do you have any weed?"

"She wears stuff for me; and yes I do have some weed."

"Wanna share some with your dear old Ma?"

"I suppose," Ben said, pretending to be annoyed but secretly glad that she had asked. He figured that maybe the weed might calm him down. "Want me to go and get it now?"




Fun with Sara Pt. 03



"Will you please," Cindy asked nicely, "and then you can finish telling what you two were going to do with Sara tonight!"

"Ok," Ben said, and he ran up the stairs and to his room to grab the cigar box he kept his stash in, and then he ran back downstairs.

"That was quick," Cindy said.

Ben wasn't sure how to reply so he didn't. He sat back down and he opened the little cigar box. In it was a little baggie that contained some very primo bud, courtesy of Sara of course. Ben pulled out the baggie and two rolling papers. He handed one to his mom, and he kept one for himself. They both quickly, and expertly rolled a joint. 



Ben was the first to finish so he pulled out the black Bic lighter and he lit the joint. He briefly thought back to the first time he smoked with Sara, and awesome that day turned out to be. He inhaled the smoke and held it in for as long as he could. He heard the flint of the lighter scrape and he watched his mother light her joint. He thought about how awesome his mother was. 

"Ok, you can continue now," Cindy said, exhaling the smoke and taking a drink of her wine. It was clear that she was already buzzed from the weed and the alcohol, so it was safe to say that Ben could probably tell her anything and it would not so much as illicit a blush from his mother. 

He too was also feeling the euphoric effects of the weed, and his inhibitions were lowered enough that he could probably tell her everything that he and Sara had done. He wasn't exactly planning on volunteering anything though. He looked at Cindy, who looked pretty bushed already. She was looking at something behind him. He looked at her chest. Her nipples are hard! Holy shit, I can see them through her shirt! He shook his head, trying to get the image of her erect nipples out of his head before his cock hardens in his shorts. 

"Ok, what do you want to know," Ben asked, chuckling at the sound of his own voice. 

Cindy started to laugh as well, but she pulled herself together. "Tell me what you two were going to do tonight!" She took another drag from her joint. 

"Ok," Ben said, quickly inhaling and exhaling a deep breath. "Well, were probably going to get high, and then she was probably going to dress up for me and--"

Cindy interrupted once more. "What was she going to wear for you?"

"I don't know exactly, but probably something involving my two favorite things: thigh-high stockings and high heels!"

"I have those," Cindy said excitedly. "I have a lot of those in fact!"

"I know you do," Ben said. 

"Ok, sorry, you can keep going."

"She was probably going to dress up in some stockings and heels, maybe a baby doll up top." Cindy was staring at him intently. "After getting high, we'd probably end up making out, but that usually doesn't last very long because she usually drops to her knees and puts my cock in her mouth, or we'll both get down on the floor and 69. She loves it when I get on top when we 69 because she loves it when I fuck her mouth." He paused again and said, "I can't believe I'm telling you all of this. Are you sure you want me to keep going?"

"Uh huh," Cindy muttered. Her voice was raspy, and her breathing looked shallow. She nodded in the affirmative and said, "Please, keep going."

"Sometimes we'll make each other cum that way, sometimes not. She loves it when I cum down her throat, and it feels fucking amazing for me!" He paused for a minute and took a sip of his beer. He looked over at his mom. Her faced looked flushed. He wondered if she was getting turned on. "Do you want me to keep going," he asked again. 

"Yes," she said quietly, "please do."

"Ok. Usually, if I blow my load down her throat, we'll take a break and smoke a little more weed while she plays with my cock to get it hard again. That usually doesn't take very long though. Or sometimes I'll just get off of her and eat her out until she cums, or cums again. Her pussy tastes so good, Mom, and she's such a fucking slut!" Ben licked his lips. 

"What does it look like," Cindy asked. "Her pussy? Is it shaved?"

"Mostly... But she does have a really short landing strip just above the hood of her clit. Her pussy lips are really fat though! And her ass! Oh my God if you think it looks good in pants, or a skirt; you should see it bare! It's big, but it's also toned, and it feels amazing to the touch! Mmmmm, just thinking about it makes me want to put my face in it!"

Ben's cock was rapidly hardening as he told his mother about his and Sara's "sexcapades." His eyes scanned her face and body, enjoying the way she looked at that moment. She was licking her lips regularly. Her nipples were rock hard now, and easily visible through her shirt. Ben got the impression that she was trying her best to keep her hands out of her shorts. I wonder how wet her pussy is right now, Ben thought.

"I keep my lips hairless but I have a bush on top," his mom said abruptly, and to Ben's surprise. 

"I keep my pubes trimmed too, but I keep my ball sack hairless." 

"That's good to know," Cindy joked. "But please continue with your story."

"Ok. I usually eat her out until she tells me to fuck her tight cunt. I think it's so hot that she uses that word! Cunt... I know it's such a dirty word, but there's just something about it when it's said in the heat of passion, especially when it's said by a woman."

Up until that tonight, Cindy had never heard that word come out of her son's mouth. It turned her on more than she already was for some reason. She understood completely what he meant about that word. Cunt... It was such a guttural and raw word that, just thinking about it could make a person feel dirty.

"I usually start by fucking her missionary, but I put my arms under her thighs and I push her legs into her chest so I can fuck her as deeply as possible. I usually make her scream when I fuck her like that—well, she usually screams regardless but... Anyways, sometimes she will ride my dick too. I think that's her favorite position to be honest. She usually cums the hardest when she rides me! She also really likes it when I push her tits together and suck on both of her nipples at the same time. Did you know that she is a DDD cup?"

"Wow," Cindy said, truly shocked. "I wish I could suck on them!" She tried to stop from finishing what she had just said, but between the weed, and the wine, her impulse control capabilities were quickly going out of the window! 

"She'd probably let you Mom! Sara is a total slut, and she loves to eat pussy just as much as she likes to suck cock! Plus, she has told me before that she thinks you're definitely a MILF! She also said that she'd love to eat your cunt too!" Ben's voice lowered, almost to a whisper and she said, "She's also mentioned some other things she'd like to do but..." He stopped speaking mid-sentence. 

"What else did she say," Cindy asked, moving closer to her son.

"Trust me Mom, neither one of us are high enough to start that conversation!"

Cindy looked at her son, open-mouthed and flabbergasted. She couldn't believe what he had just told her. His fuck buddy and drug dealer told him, Ben: her son; that she wanted to eat her out. And what else did she want to do to her, Cindy wondered.

Cindy was starting to worry now. Her shorts were already soaked, but now she was starting to drip onto the chair. Her pussy burned with desire, and she desperately needed the fire to be quenched, preferably with cum. She suddenly imagined Sara's mouth attached to her pussy and her clit throbbed involuntarily. 

"She said that about me," Cindy asked quietly. Her voice sounded half gone, almost meek. 

"She did."

"I'm not sure if I believe you Ben. I mean, I'm so old, and I'm well past my prime!"

"I have to completely disagree with you on that Mom," Ben said emphatically. "If given the opportunity, me and Sara both would fuck your br--," Ben stopped himself, but not soon enough. A look of shock was on his mother's face. Did he just say what I think he did? She felt a rush of juices flow out of her slit, and she shuddered. Keep talking like this Ben and I just might let you! 

They both simultaneously picked up their joints and relit them. They knew that they were getting dangerously close to reaching the point of no return. They took long pulls and exhaled large clouds of smoke. Silence filled the room almost as heavily as the marijuana smoke did, and both Cindy and Ben were looking at the floor as if it had the answer to what they should do or say next, but it did not. 

Ben was the first to speak. "I'm sorry Mom. I'm just really high right now, and I'm horny as fuck. Earlier, when you said that I was probably masturbating when you got home, well, you were right! That is exactly what I was doing but I didn't get to cum so, I'm kinda sorta thinking with two heads right now and the one down below is winning out. I really am s--"

"It's ok Ben. It's my fault really. I'm the one that asked you to tell me about what you and Sara were going to do tonight if you had you gone over there. I'm the one that insisted that you tell me. Truth is I'm really enjoying this! I know that it's wrong, and I know that we shouldn't be talking about this type of stuff but—but I guess I just want to know. And to be even more honest Ben; I'm probably just as horny as you are. So, if you want to keep going, I'm ok with it if you are." A shy smile crept across her face and they both once again made eye contact. Each of them could see some level of vulnerability in each other's eyes. 

"Are you sure you want me to keep going," Ben asked. He shifted in his seat and readjusted his erection, but he was quickly reaching the point where he no longer cared whether or not she saw it. 

"I'm sure." Cindy took a drink of her wine. 

"Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, Sara riding me. She also really likes doggystyle. That's when she's usually the loudest. She usually screams for me to "beat her pussy up with my fat cock!" I love to hear her say that! I usually cum buckets when she says that, but she also says a lot of other stuff."

"Do you cum inside of her?"

"Sometimes. Or I'll pull out and cum on her tits, or her face. She really likes it when I cum on her face. She likes to scoop it up and eat it. I'm telling you mom, Sara is such a fucking slut!"

"You've said that like three times Ben! But it sounds like you fuck her so good!" Cindy pinched her thighs together and squirmed in her seat. Her pussy was absolutely on fire at the thought of her son fucking Sara from behind, pulling out and cumming on her face and tits was making her cunt throb. "If a man fucked me like that, I'd probably be his slut too! I'd let you--I mean, him use me however he wanted to!" Cindy realized what she had said and she looked at her son. 

"It's ok Mom, "he reassured her, "it's the weed." That's what they were telling themselves at least, it was the weed.

"Yeah, sorry," she said. 

"Sometimes, if she's really horny, she'll let me put my cock in her ass. She says that she loves the feel of it sliding in and out of her back door, and she loves the way it feels when I blow a load deep in her ass. I love to watch her sit on my cock while it's in her ass! It's so hot to watch her rub her clit, or even fuck herself with a toy while I fuck her ass. I actually asked her on the first day that we fucked about bringing another guy in so we can DP her, but we actually ended up..." Ben paused. He looked at Cindy who was now openly squirming in her seat with her hands tucked between her legs. 

"You ended up what," she asked impatiently waiting to hear what he had to say. 

"Do you remember Tiffany? The skinny goth chick that I used to talk to?"

"Who could forget her," Cindy said, thinking about the way Tiffany used to dress. Slutty, goth chick is the easiest way to explain it, and she looked fucking hot!

"Well, Tiffany ended up coming over later that night and I put them both side by side and fucked their pussies, and then their asses while they made out with each other. After doing that for a little while, Sara got the idea to bring out her strap-on so her and I could DP Tiffany, and after Tiffany couldn't cum anymore, Tiffany and I would DP Sara. I swear Mom, I must've cum at least six times our first night!"

"That is so hot Ben! Was that the only time the three of you fucked together?"

"Nope," Ben said triumphantly. "We ended up doing it quite often. They shared me really, but I didn't mind it one bit! Tiff and I would go over to Sara's and they would dress up for me in stockings and heels. Sometimes they'd even get all gothed out, packing on the makeup and everything! The three of us would then get high and just fuck each other's brains out in as many ways we could think of! We still do! That's what Sara and I are going to do tomorrow as soon as I get up and go over there!"

"You are?" Cindy had a look of disappointment on her face at hearing that. 

"I'm so jealous of you Ben. I wish I could find someone that would fuck me as good as you fuck Sara and Tiffany!" Sara relit her joint again, took a hit, and then a sip of her wine. She exhaled the smoke and asked, "So what does Tiffany look like naked?"

"Pale," Ben said between hitting his joint and drinking his beer. "Very pale... Her tits are also a lot smaller than Sara's. She's a B cup, I think. Her nipples are light pink and their pierced so their super sensitive, which is really hot!"

"What does her pussy look like," she asked, relinquishing all sense of shame. 

"It's completely bald. Plump lips, but not as fat as Sara's. Her labia protrudes a little more than Sara's does too. It's fun as fuck to suck on!"

Suddenly an awkward, pregnant pause invaded the conversation. Each wondered what the other was thinking, and each hoped that the other was thinking that they were thinking. Cindy had never been so sexually aroused in her entire life. She wondered if her son felt the same way. 

They both sat in silence, looking at each other, looking at the floor, and then back at each other again. Ben lit his joint and took another hit. The story, the weed, his scantily clad and obviously aroused mother, had created a monster in him, and he knew that he wanted to keep his sanity, he was going to have to have some type of release, and soon! 

He thought of texting Sara that he was on his way over but he decided against it. He would feel so guilty leaving his mom just to fuck someone. He was also a little too drunk and high to be driving at this particular moment, or any moments in the near future for that matter. He looked at his mother's chest; her nipples were rock solid and her breathing was ragged. He looked at her face and could see the redness in her cheeks.

"Do you think that Tiffany would have come over to Sara's tonight had you gone over there?"

"She's probably at Sara's right now with her mouth buried between her legs while Sara eats her out!" 

"Really? You think so," Cindy asked. "Does it bother you that they're doing that while you're not there?

"I guarantee you that she is! Hell, I'd bet you a fashion show, but it would be a fair bet for you! And no, it doesn't bother me at all! None of us are officially seeing each other exclusively, but we also aren't really fucking anyone else. There's no need to!"

"Oh, ok. Wait, what do you mean "fashion show?" What kind of fashion show?"

"I meant that you and I could have had a little wager and if you lost, you'd go upstairs and put on something sexy for me!" 

"Benjamin Andrew, you are a dirty, dirty man trying to get your mother to dress slutty for you!" Cindy was shocked at his being so direct but given her current state, she would have been willing to take that bet had made it! She couldn't believe that her son had managed to work her up into such a sexual frenzy from his sordid little story. She desperately wanted to touch herself. She wanted to rake her fingers against her drooling cunt until she got some kind of relief. A tinge of guilt washed over her at her next thought. I wish Ben would eat my cunt and then fuck me! I want him to use me, to fuck all of my holes and cum in each of them like he does those two sluts across town! She squirmed in her seat and she felt her engorged clit throb; it begged to be touched. 

"So," she said bashfully, "what else have you two, or three done?" 

Ben exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and he looked at his mom. "Well that's really about all we do. We get high as fuck, and then we fuck. A lot... Oh, we've done some roleplaying which was a lot of fun. And sometimes Sara and Tiff will call me Daddy, which is really hot."

"Daddy, huh," Cindy asked. 

"Yeah."

"And you like that? You like it when they call you Daddy while you fuck their pussies, mouths and asses?"

"Yeah."

Ben got up and went to the fridge to get another beer. The conversation, and the weed had made him thirsty, but he could only quench his thirst with beer for now. He grabbed his mom's wine too and brought it to the kitchen table but before he sat down he stop and asked, "Hey Mom, do you want to take this party to the living room? It'd probably be more comfortable if we sat on the couch."

Cindy agreed with Ben and nodded, but she had a problem. How was she going to get up and get to the living room without her son seeing the huge wet spot in front of her shorts? Thinking quickly, she told her son to go on in the living room, and that she would be in there shortly. He obliged her, and the she ran upstairs to change. 

Ben knew why she went upstairs, and it made his rock hard cock twitch just thinking about his Mom's soaking wet pussy. He wanted to follow her. He wanted her to come down wearing nothing but a babydoll, thigh-highs and heels. He wanted her to come over to where he was sitting, pull his shorts down and put his tool in her warm, wet mouth. He wanted her to sit on his cock and ride it until they both found relief from the ache between their legs. It was wishful thinking though. 

Sara was upstairs and in her room in record time. She looked around her walk-in closet as if it were a puzzle to be solved. What should I wear? She was already naked, and in spite of wiping the wetness from her pussy with a hand towel, her juices were already running down her leg again. She needed cock! She needed her son's cock. How would she go about getting it thought?! What if he didn't want her? What if she goes for it and it ruins their relationship? She stepped out of her closet and opened her underwear drawer. It was full of different types of sexy panties: G-strings, boy shorts, bikini cut; you name it, she had it. She preferred string-bikini cut though. It was far more comfortable, and just as sexy to her. Maybe even sexier, she thought to herself. They leave a little more to the imagination. 



She picked up a pair of black, string bikini panties that were cut high on the hip. She thought of putting them on but she quickly put them back, knowing that she would soak through it in a matter of a minute or two. She opened a second drawer. It was full of stockings, garters, tights and pantyhose. She picked up a pair of black hold-up stockings. 

"Mom," Ben called from downstairs. "Are you ok?"

Startled, she dropped the stockings and yelled to her son, "I'm fine sweetheart! I'm fine! I just had to change really quick! I'll be down in a minute." She swallowed hard and closed the drawer.

Cindy decided to just put on a short, silk bathrobe and she made her way down the stairs, silently hoping that her juices didn't soak through her robe and into the couch, but at this point, she was only able to are so much. She silently walked down the carpeted steps, hoping that he would not hear her approach. Hopefully he has his cock out and I can get a peak! 

When she made it to the landing, she saw her son, sitting on the couch rolling a fresh joint. Disappointed at the initial sight, she decided to stay there for another minute or two, to see what he might do. He took a hit from the joint and then finished what was left of his beer. 




Fun with Sara Pt. 03



"Mom, are you coming," he yelled but there was no response. He waited a few more seconds and then said to himself, "Maybe she's using the bathroom. 

She watched intently as he looked around to see if anyone was watching. He must be getting a little paranoid. Suddenly his hands went to his shorts and he pulled them halfway down his thighs, exposing his large, thick erection.

Cindy had never seen her son's cock hard, and the sight of it made her knees weak. She dropped down a step. Her son had no doubt heard her so he quickly shoved his cock back in his shorts and acted as if nothing had happened. He reached for his beer, forgetting that he had already emptied its contents. Silently, she walked back up the stairs halfway, and then walked back down. 

"Hey sweetie," she said, focusing on her son in the dim light of the living room. 

"Hey, Mom," Ben said, looking around the room for something. 

"Everything ok? Do you need anything from the kitchen?"

"Yeah Mom, everything's fine! But could you bring me another beer? Maybe even two?"

"Sure, sweetheart," she said lovingly. She sauntered to the kitchen, hoping that her son was watching her. She heard footsteps behind her and when she got the fridge, they stopped. She knew that he was behind her, watching her. She decided to put on a little show for him. She opened the fridge and slowly bent over at the hips. Her robe rose up, giving her son a very clear view of her bare, fleshy cunt lips. 

She heard him suck in a breath, and then, as quietly as he could, quickly make his way back to the living room. 

Ben plopped back down onto the couch, praying that his mom had not heard him. Does it really matter at this point whether she heard me or not, Ben asked himself, realizing that his mother had like done what she had just done knowing that he was behind her.

He waited, impatiently, for his mother to return from the kitchen with his beer. He looked down at his cock that was now so prominent in his shorts that it could easily be seen, even in the dim light of the living room. In fact, it had maintained its rigidity for the entire duration that she was upstairs.



When she finally returned, he eyed intently the front of the silky, black robe that she had changed into; the show that he had gotten earlier confirmed that she, at the very least, was not wearing any bottoms whatsoever. It was also loosely tied in the front, and it was almost as short, if not shorter than the shorts she had been wearing earlier. 

"Hey," Ben said happily. "I thought that you had gotten lost! Come and have a seat!" He realized that what he had just said must've sounded really stupid to her. 

"Sorry," she said. "I was trying to figure out which stockings and heels I was going to wear, but I decided to just wear this robe for you!" 

Ben couldn't tell if she was joking or if she was serious. He still played along though, and his cock jumped once more at her comment. "Does that mean you're gonna go upstairs and put them on for me in a little while? And does that mean that you are naked under that robe?!" 

"Yes, and yes," was all she said to him. She sat down gently onto the couch, making sure that her robe covered her wetness. 

Ben knew that the flimsy gym shorts he was wearing were doing nothing to hide his thick, 7 ½ inch shaft. His cock was also drooling precum but thankfully it didn't show through the material of the shorts, but then again, his mother was after all, completely naked under her flimsy little robe so it was safe to say that modesty and propriety had gone out the window. He got up off of the couch and grabbed the beers that his mother had brought in, as well as the weed from the coffee table and placed it on the table to the left of the overstuffed couch. He grabbed the joint that he had just rolled and he lit it, taking a long hit, and the handed it to Cindy who did the same. 

"So now that you know all about my sex life with Sara and Tiffany, don't you think that it's time for you to tell me a little about what you do behind closed doors?"

"Oh, you don't want to know about my sex life," Cindy said. "Even if you did, I will tell you right now that it's nowhere near as exciting as yours!"

"So, tell me anyways. Tell me what turns you on! Tell me what makes you wet, mom. Well, other than hearing me talk about my kinky ass sex life!"

"Well, like I said, it's not as interesting as yours, and it's been at least six months since I've had any sexual contact with anyone, man or woman, but I do have a pretty good imagination, and I've got a hell of a lot of fantasies!" 

"Me too," Ben said, smiling. "So is it safe to say that you are bisexual?"

"Yes, it is very safe to say that." She shot him a devious smile, and then pointed to something behind him. "Will you hand me my wine?" Ben reached behind him and he grabbed both of their drinks. They each took long pulls, trying to fight off the mild cotton mouth they were both experiencing from the weed. 

"Can I tell you a secret Mom," Ben asked quietly. He sounded almost embarrassed. 

"I think you already have darling," Cindy said, giggling and relighting the joint. She took a hit and she passed it to Ben. She became serious once more and said, "You can tell me anything sweet heart, and I do mean anything."

"I think I'm bisexual too, Mom." Ben was blushing once again, and he was worried that his mother may judge him. 

"Are you really," his mom asked. An accepting smile on her face and she wanted to embrace her son. "Have you ever done anything with a guy?"

"I think I am. At the very least, I'm bi-curious. And no, I haven't done anything with a guy but I do occasionally post on shemale threads on this website I visit occasionally, and I've talked to a few traps online. Plus I've masturbated to bi-sexual and shemale porn a few times." 

Ben was happy to see that the accepting look on his mother's face had not faded as he confessed one of his darkest secrets. 

"A shemale? Really," she asked, curious as to how her son would look with a shemale. "I've never thought about fucking a shemale. I don't even think that I've ever seen shemale porn, but I guess it could be the best of both worlds huh? A big pair of fake tits, a feminine, fuckable face and a nice, cock to suck on and get fucked with. Hell, I would try it."

Ben was all smiles as he listened to his mother talk about fucking a tranny. He pictured his mother riding him while they both took turns licking and sucking the cock of a hot, big-titted slut. Maybe one that looked like Bailey Jay! Oh my god that would be so fucking hot! He imagined him and Bailey Jay fucking his mother; his cock buried in her cunt to the hilt while Bailey's cock plowed her tight ass, and then the grand finale: both he and Bailey pumping their fat loads all over his mother's pretty face! 

"I'd love to find a petite little shemale with big tits and dominate her. I'd love to make her my little pet slut," Ben said with a hint of authority in his voice. 

"I've always wanted to be dominated," Cindy said, taking a sip of her wine. "Never found a man I trusted enough though."

Ben took another sip of his beer. His mother was sitting close enough to him for their bare thighs to almost touch. He kept trying to get a peak up, and down her robe, but was unsuccessful. He couldn't believe that he had just told her that he was bi, and wanted to dominate a shemale. Even more, he couldn't believe that his own mother had just told him that she wanted to be dominated!

"So what else do you fantasize about Mom," Ben asked. 

"Honestly? My number one fantasy is to be involved in a threesome with either another woman, or two other men. I'd love to have a load of cum pumped into my pussy while another woman, or even a man is eating me out and waiting to suck the cum from my pussy, or rather, my cunt. I want to feel a hot cock in my pussy, and one in my ass at the same time and I want them both to pull out and cover my face with their hot, yummy loads! I want to be used, and dominated, and treated like the slut whore that I am!" Cindy paused and looked at her son. She smiled at him and said, "I'm sorry to tell you this son but, your Mom is a whore, and she wants to be used like one; just like your little friends, Sara and Tiffany!"

"Wow," was all Ben could say to what he had just heard. 

"Am I bad," she muttered bashfully.

"Yes Mom, you are very, very bad! But not in a bad way! Holy fuck that is hot!" 

He took another toke from the joint and he passed it to his mom. He wanted the two of them to be as high as possible so he could say what he was about to say. They both took another hit and then Ben looked into his mother's eyes and said, "Mom, I know that this is wrong to say but I am so fucking horny right now. I wanna cum so bad, Mom! So fucking bad! I feel so bad saying this but if I could have you right now, I would take you!"

Cindy shivered at her son's words. She was so shook up, and so horny, that she could form no words to respond to her son. She decided to answer him with actions, so she put her wine glass on the table and she leaned back into the couch and she spread her long, toned legs. She locked eyes with Ben, and her hands made their way to the loose knot that kept her robe closed, and his eyes from seeing her intimate parts. She pulled the knot loose slowly to tease him. She knew that he had reached a level of passion and lust that he had likely never experienced. She knew because she felt the same way. She knew that within minutes of the two touching each other, they were going to explode in a blast of wanton lust resulting from urges neither thought of ever thinking. 

"Do you want me to keep going," Cindy asked, still keeping eye contact with her son.

"Please," he begged. "For fuck's same Mom, please! Please take it off and show me all of you!"

She didn't respond verbally to his pleading. Instead, she pulled the knot completely free and pulled each side of the robe apart, exposing herself to her son. He watched with lustful intent as her full, bouncy, 36C breasts came into view, shortly followed by her trimmed pubic bush. It looked just the way she had described it: a thick tuft of trimmed hair above a completely bare, and very fleshy pair of sopping wet pussy lips. He nearly drooled on himself at the sight. 

"Oh my god, Mom, you look—" Ben paused and swallowed hard, "You look amazing!"

"Thank you baby," she replied, "But I think that it's time for you to show me something." She pulled her arms through the robe, removing it completely from her body while her son got up off of the couch. 

"Are you sure you want to see it," he teased, a broad, deviant smile on his face. 

"As sure as you are my son, now show me that fat cock you've been hiding all night long," she demanded. Both of her hands were fondling each of her tits, focusing on her rigid nipples. She was so glad that they were as sensitive as they were. 

"Ok," Ben said, "Here goes," and in a swift motion, he pulled his gym shorts down, revealing his thick, 7 ½ inch cock; precum drooled from the head as it stood straight up into the air proudly. 

"Benjamin," his mom gasped, "it's so thick, and long! It's gonna feel so good in my cunt! That is, if you will put it there for me." She gave him a pleading look that she knew he could not resist. 

"Mom, I will put my cock anywhere you want me to!" 

"Will you put it in my mouth," she asked in an innocent tone. 

"You know I will!"

"Will you put it in my tight. Wet. Cunt?" She brought her right hand down to the top of her pubic fur and slid it downward, effortlessly sliding through the wetness of her sex. When she reached her clit, she jerked; a loud, guttural moan escaped her mouth and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. 

"Oh fuck," she cried. "If I do that again, I'll cum for sure. I was asking you something though. I think I had one more question. Oh yeah, I remember." She scooted further down onto the couch and she lifted her legs, bringing her feet almost behind her head. She brought her elbows under her thighs and she pressed her fingers against her dilated cunt lips, getting them nice and wet. "How about my ass Ben," she asked seductively, "how about my tight fucking ass?" She pressed her index finger into her asshole gently until it disappeared completely from his view. "Are you gonna put your big, hard cock in my tight little ass?" 

"Holy fuck, Mom! You look so fucking hot right now! I want to remember this moment forever!"

"Then take a picture! I told that it would last longer didn't I?"

Ben grabbed his phone and took several shots of his mother's tight cunt and ass. He put them in a hidden folder and quickly put his phone away. He didn't want any kind of distraction whatsoever! He scooted as close to her naked body as he could, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. He got right between her legs, and without permission, he leaned down and stuck his tongue out. 



Cindy watched, as if everything was happening in slow-motion; the tip of her son's tongue lightly grazed against her cunt-juice cover asshole. He slowly scraped his tongue upward; slow enough that she wasn't even sure that he was moving. 

"Benjamin baby, that feels so good! It's been so long since I've had a tongue between my legs. Please don't stop!"

Ben was just about to reach her opening with his tongue when he brought it back down to her puckered ring. He licked upward once more, a little quicker this time until his tongue reached the opening of her cunt. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and he pushed it forward, fucking his mother with his tongue in slow, rhythmic, back and forth motions. 

"Ben, sweetheart, I don't want you to stop what you are doing because it feel so amazing, but right now I just want your cock inside of me! I need to feel your hardness penetrate me! Please come up here and fuck me. Let me cum on your cock first and then I'll cum in your mouth!"

Ben considered her plea and decided to oblige her. He brought his tongue away from her sex and back into his mouth. She groaned in disappointment. Her disappointment was short-lived though because she knew what was coming next: his cock. He straightened his back to the point of almost arching it, giving him a birds-eye view of both his mother's sopping wet pussy, and his rock hard cock. He slowly edged forward, lining the head of his manhood up with his mother's dripping hole. 

"Please put it in me Ben! Stop teasing me and just put it in me!"

"You know that I'm not going to last very long Mom! I'm too worked up!"

"I'm not going to either," Cindy said. "But that's ok sweetheart, because we'll have plenty of time to do it more!"

"Ok," Ben said, feeling reassured by her words. 

He scooted forward on his knees until the head of his engorged member was less than an inch from her wetness. All he had to do was push forward just an inch, and his cock would be touching his mother's bare, swollen lips. He looked up and into her eyes. Neither one of them said anything. She nodded, and he pushed forward. 

When their skin made contact, it was as if the two had shocked each other with a never before felt sexual charge. Ben pushed forward, sinking the head of his cock into the entrance of her pussy. He felt her walls contract almost immediately. He pushed further in, bringing his cock about halfway inside of his mother. He pulled out, still maintaining eye contact when his eyes weren't closed from the intensity of the sensations he was feeling. He pushed back in, taking his cock another inch deeper into her and he felt her pussy spasm once more. He wasn't sure if she was cumming, or if she was flexing her vaginal muscles. Either way it felt amazing! 

He had one more inch to push inside of her. He was shocked beyond belief that he had actually been able to control himself as long as he had. It was totally different with Sara. Sort of a "wam, bam, thank you ma'am," but this was completely different. It was much more sensual, and passionate. He closed his eyes briefly and then opened them once more. This couldn't be a dream, he thought. He looked at his mother. Her eyes were open as well. 

"Please fuck me, Ben. Fuck me and fill me with your cum," she whispered. "Please."

He needed no more encouragement from her. He pulled his cock almost completely out of her, and thrust all of himself deep inside of her. He pulled back out once more, and quickly thrust back in. He suddenly felt a rush of juices spurting from his mother's cunt. He felt her inner walls spasm and milk his shaft. He pulled out once more. He felt his load start to boil out of his balls and into his shaft. He thrust back in. 



Cindy felt Ben's cock start to throb inside of her. He was getting ready to cum. My son, is getting ready to cum with me, was the last thought she had before the most powerful orgasm she had ever had started to take over her body. It started in her clit and pulsed outward; each time moving further and further away from her pubic area. She felt the walls of her pussy spasm on Ben's cock, milking it, trying to get the seed from his cock that she so desperately wanted. The pulse radiating from her clit continued to get stronger. It was nearing her chest now. She pinched both of her nipples, intensifying the sensation that was racking through her body. Her pussy clenched, locking Ben's cock deep inside of her when the first spurt of cum shot deep into her pussy, coating her cervix and her inner walls. Her orgasm seemed to intensify with each spasm of his cock. 

By the end of their climaxes, both Ben and Cindy were absolutely spent. They each felt like that had just run a marathon and they were coming down from the most intense of runners' highs. Ben's flaccid cock slipped out of his mother and cum quickly dribbled out like a stream. Cindy quickly brought her hand to her pussy and cupped it, hoping to get as much of his juices as she possibly could. Waste not, want not, she thought as she brought her hand to her mouth to taste her son's seed for the first time. It was rich, with a hint of saltiness. She took all of it into her mouth and she swallowed it as if it were nectar. 

"Gotta have my protein shake after a workout like that," she exclaimed, scooping more of his cum from her cunt and bringing it up to her mouth. 

"That... was... abso-fucking-lutely amazing," Ben said, breathing heavily!

"You were amazing," Cindy said. She moved up onto the couch and stood up. With cum still dripping out of her pussy, she walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. Ben followed, walking slowly on tired, wobbly knees. She handed him the glass and he accepted it gracefully. He tipped it up and drank all of it down in one swift gulp. 



Suddenly, he felt a small, dainty hand wrap around his soft cock, and then a warm, wet mouth engulf it. He looked down to see his mother, greedily sucking their juices from his tool. He felt himself start to harden once more. Again, he thought to himself. His mom was looking up at him, her big, blue eyes wide open and looking directly into his. He wondered what she was thinking. 

She pulled his hardening cock from her heavenly mouth and kept eye contact with him. She gave it a long, wet lick and in the most sultry of tones she could muster she said, "I hope you don't mind if we have a round two; maybe this time I can put those stockings and heels on for you." 

She winked at him, and took his cock back into her mouth, pushing it deeper into the back of her throat. Ben smiled a wide smile and thought once more, how did I get to be so goddamned lucky?!



Fun with Sara



"Is this what you want Sara," I asked rhetorically. "Do you want my big, hard cock inside of you?

"Please baby!" 

I placed my head at her wet entrance and I pushed my cock all the way in. She screamed in pleasure and by the way her pussy was starting to contract, I knew that she was already on the verge of cumming; and truth be told, I wasn't too far behind her. I pulled my cock back out of her cunt and thrust it back inside of her. I started to fuck her slowly and deeply and within a minute, her body began to shudder. 

"Oh my God I'm cumming already! Please don't stop though! Just keep your cock inside of me! Please just let me feel it baby!"

I held my cock deep inside of her and I continued to feel her vaginal walls milking me as if her pussy were starving for my cum. It felt like heaven and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. The level of excitement that I felt must have been palpable to Sara. 

"Can I fuck you some more," I asked her and she quickly told me yes, and I began to move my cock back and forth inside of her extremely tight and extremely wet pussy. 

"Baby your cock feels so good inside of me! I can't wait to feel your cum! Are you gonna cum inside of me? You can baby cuz I'm on the pill so you can fill my cunt with as much of your cum as you want!"

Her words were making it harder for me to maintain control over the movements of my cock. I started to pump in and out of her harder and faster. The rest of my body started to tingle and I felt my ball sac start to harden. I knew that I was less than a minute from cumming. My cock started to get harder and she started to beg me to fuck her harder.

"Do it baby! Fill me up! Fill me with your cum and I'll cum again for you!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I smashed my hips against her as I fucked her harder and harder. I could feel my cum start to rise up from my balls and I knew that my throbbing cock was close. 

"I'm gonna fill you up Sara," I groaned. "I'm gonna pump my load deep inside of you! Fuck baby, here it cooooomes!!"

"Do it! Fill me up," she begged.

I pumped what felt like a gallon of my seed as deep into Sara as I possibly could and I felt her pussy shutter again as yet another orgasm shoots through her body. Four, five, six jets of cum I pumped deep into her and she continued to beg for more. 

"I can feel it baby! I can feel your cum pumping inside of me and it feels so good! Thank you for making me cum baby!"

I didn't answer. I collapsed on top of her out of sheer exhaustion. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed again passionately. My member deflated inside of her and after kissing a little longer, I rolled off of her and we both passed out. 

The End???



Fun with Sarah



'Thanks, Harry,' she smiled up at me, as I set a mug of tea down on her bedside table. 'Can I have a kiss, as well?'

I set my mug down next to hers and bent to kiss her. She giggled and quickly kicked off the duvet.

'I meant on these lips,' she said, spreading her legs and arching her back.

I grinned and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sliding a hand under each of her buttocks, I pulled her towards me, catching her scent as I did so. It was a rich, heady odour, containing not only our combined juices from a few hours ago but also the fresh aroma of her present arousal.

The moment her clit came within range I flicked at it with my tongue. She moaned and rolled her hips, arching her back once more, this time rubbing her cunt against my mouth. I licked and sucked avidly, drawing longer, more passionate moans from her and causing a fresh flood of juices to bathe my face.

'God, don't stop!' she groaned.

I had no intentions of doing so – not for a while, at any rate. I love going down on Sarah. Not only does she always taste good, but she is also delightfully responsive. This morning was no exception. She writhed and moaned until she gave a little cry and began shuddering. Immediately I stopped eating her and straightened up to lean over her, taking my weight on my hands as though I was about to do a press up.

Instead, I looked down between us and moved my pelvis until the head of prick was nestling between her lips. Then I took her with a single, firm thrust.

She cried out again and hooked her feet behind my knees, grinding herself against me as I fucked her with short, hard stabs. Only when her shuddering eased and she opened her eyes to grin happily at me, did I move into the sort of rhythm that was likely to get me off.

'I want you to cum,' she panted, still out of breath from her orgasm. 'Deep inside me. Fill me with your cream.'

Timing things to perfection, she urged me on to the point where she could sense I was about to cum and then pushed a finger firmly into my ass. I jerked as though stung and the next second I was grunting with release as I pumped yet one more load of cum into her ever-welcoming cunt.

A few minutes later, with our breathing approaching normal, I moved up to lie alongside her and we sipped our tea in happy silence. Judging from the brightness visible through the shutters, it was another gorgeous day.

'Okay,' she said at last, setting down her empty mug. 'What have we got to do today?'

I grinned and reached for the little box that was on the floor on my side of the bed. I offered it to her and she pulled out a neatly folded slip of paper. I put the box back down again and waited to find out what was on the paper.

'Oh, no,' she laughed, handing it to me.

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I met Sarah when I answered an ad in the local paper asking for a professional person to share a house. Sarah was thirty-four and newly divorced. She had gained the house but needed help paying the mortgage and bills. We seemed to hit it off quite well – I was roughly the same age, just a couple of years older than her – and we had many similar tastes. I also found her very attractive but felt it was probably best not to mention that.

After a few days she called to ask if I was still interested because, having met all those who had relied to her ad, she liked me best.

'I'm still very much interested,' I told her, 'but there's just one thing we never mentioned when we met and I think we ought to mention it now, rather than later.'

'Go on,' she said, a hint of caution in her voice.

'Well, how would you feel if I wanted to bring a woman back for the night?'

She gave what sounded like a relieved little laugh.

'Your girlfriend? I'd love to meet her. No problem at all.'

'Ah, great, but the thing is, I don't have a regular girlfriend as such...'

She laughed again, more confidently this time.

'Harry, for the last fifteen years I've been faithful to a bastard who had more women while we were married than he did before we were married. Don't you worry about bringing home different women because I sure as hell intend to continue bringing home every man I take a fancy to!'

'Good for you! Well, in that case, I'd love to share your house.'

A week later I was all moved in and I quickly discovered that she meant exactly what she said about bringing home a succession of men. Over the next six months she must have had at least a dozen. Fortunately, not all of them made her moan loudly enough to keep me awake and, anyway, I brought home a few women myself. In fact it almost became a game between us when, after they'd gone, we would rate each other's partner and then listen to most of the intimate details to see if we had been right. In doing so, we learned a lot about each other's preferences in bed and even went so far as to give each other tips or suggestions.

For example, when she was considering whether or not to try anal, I advised her to go for it, assuring her that, providing she used sufficient lubrication, she would enjoy it – as indeed she did. For her part, when she learned that the girl I was seeing at the time had offered me a snowball, she urged me to accept – which I did, surprising myself by enjoying it.

We agreed that the arrangement was working out well and so, when I told her I was thinking of having a long weekend in Amsterdam she asked if she could tag along.

'I mean, I won't get in your way if you want to, er, do personal stuff.'

'Sarah,' I grinned, 'there's no need for me to go all the way to Amsterdam just to get laid, if that's what you're thinking.'

'No, of course not,' she said quickly. 'I know you have plenty of women – and that one you had last week was really noisy, if you know what I mean – but, who knows, maybe it's a guy thing to have a hooker every now and again. I'm told Amsterdam's as good a place as any if that's the case.'

'Well it isn't the case,' I said firmly. 'And I've already told you that Madeleine might have moaned a lot – but only because I was doing all the work for both of us. No, I like to go there to relax, to see the sights and to smoke some weed.'

'Ooooh! Do you? I've never done that.'

'Then come with me,' I shrugged. 'I'll show you around and we can do some cannabis. If you don't want to smoke it, you can buy some space cake and eat it. Same effect although it takes a little longer to kick in.'

'You're on,' she said happily.

I was pleased too. It hadn't occurred to me to invite her because I thought she might have felt under some sort of obligation, or even that I had hidden motives for asking her. The fact was though, that as well as fancying her, I enjoyed her company – which was probably why our living arrangements worked out so well.

We managed to get her on the same flights as me – although she had to pay more because she was booking late – and a room in the same hotel which was more important to her than being on the same flight.

'I wouldn't want to be on my own in a strange hotel in a foreign country,' she shivered.

'But that's exactly what you're going to be,' I grinned.

'You know what I mean,' she sighed. 'You're only going to be a few rooms or, at most, a floor or two away.'

'What do you think is going to happen?'

'Who can say?' she shrugged.

We arrived late on a Friday afternoon, checked into the hotel, showered, changed and went out to find somewhere to eat. Afterwards, we went to a hash café and had some space cake along with our coffees. Then to a bar where the waitresses seemed to be competing to see who could wear the skimpiest shorts and T-shirts.

Towards the end of my second beer I could feel the hash starting to take effect and asked Sarah how she was feeling.

'Thank God it's the hash!' she giggled. 'I was thinking that Dutch beer must be really strong.'

We took a stroll through the red-light district. Sarah was fascinated by all the hookers in their windows and also by the clubs advertising live sex shows.

'We've got to see a show before we go back to the hotel,' she insisted.

'There's always tomorrow,' I pointed out.

'I know. But we're here now.'

So we sat through a show which lasted about an hour and a half. It was quite good. Plenty of live sex, as promised, a little audience participation and a fair degree of humour. Sarah was delighted.

'That was great!' she said when we came out. 'But fancy doing that for a living – screwing in front of an audience every night. I wonder if the men ever have trouble getting it up?'

'You'd have to ask them,' I grinned. 'They're probably hooked on Viagra.'

'What shall we do now?' she asked.

'It's getting on for midnight. How about a last drink somewhere and then back to the hotel?'

'Okay. I hope you know where it is though, because I don't.'

We ended up having not only a last drink, but also some more space cake. By the time we found our way back to the hotel, we were both nicely stoned. Ignoring the knowing looks from the desk clerk, we collected our keys and headed for the lift. I got off at her floor and walked her to her room. At the door, we paused.

'What are you going to do now?' she asked.

'Go to my room and go to bed. Why?'

'Hmm. Tell me something – in fact come in for a minute, I can't talk about this in the corridor.'

Mildly puzzled, I dutifully followed her in to her room. She went straight to the mini bar and pulled out a couple of the miniature wine bottles.

'Night cap?'

'I hope you realise how expensive these are,' I warned.

She waved dismissively and unscrewed one of the bottles before passing it to me.

'Here you are sir. Sorry my shorts aren't as tight as those other girls.'

She was wearing a mini dress, boots and a jacket and sat down on the bed to pull off the boots.

'Your legs are better than theirs, though,' I grinned, catching a flash of her panties as she lifted a leg.

'Do you think so?' she asked, frowning critically at them for a moment before taking a swig from her bottle.

'Definitely,' I assured her. 'But what was it you wanted to ask me?'

'Eh? Oh. Right. I wondered if you found the sex show arousing?'

'Not as such, because it was obviously staged for tourists. I mean, porn films are also staged – like any film – but not in the same way. Why, did you?'

'A little,' she admitted.

'However,' I continued, 'I found the whole situation, wandering around Amsterdam, stoned, looking at all the sex on display, with a sexy companion, kind of arousing.'

'Oh!' she said thoughtfully, looking quite pleased. 'So what are you going to do about it?'

'Probably masturbate when I get back to my room.'

'Mmm,' she nodded. 'That's what I intend to do. Tell you what, why don't we watch each other? Don't you think that would be a lot more fun than doing it on our own?'

'Definitely,' I agreed. 'The trouble with that, though, is that I'd want to do more than just watch.'

'What do you mean?'

'If I'm alone with a half naked – at least – and very attractive woman who is letting me watch her masturbate, I doubt I'd be able to keep my hands off her.'

'You want to do it for her?'

'I'd want to touch her and kiss her and lick her and, hopefully after she's done more or less the same to me, fuck her,' I told her.

'Hmm. Well, that's fine by me.'

'Huh?'

'Harry, I'd like you to fuck me. Why I've waited until now to tell you, is beyond me. But, well, what do you say?'

'God, Sarah, I've been wanting to fuck you since we first met – since that day when I came round in answer to your ad.'

'Then what are we waiting for?'

It turned out to be an exceptional weekend. We did everything we could think of to each other and loved every second of it. She invited me to fuck her ass – which I did with much pleasure and I asked her to give me a snowball – which she did with equal pleasure.

We were exhausted but exhilarated on the flight back and went straight to bed once we were back at her house.

'So where does this leave us?' she asked, as we lay, breathless and sticky after yet another fuck.

'Good friends who love to fuck?' I offered.

'I like that,' she smiled, snuggling in close. 'That leaves us still able to see others, doesn't it?'

'Oh, God, yes! In fact we ought to make a rule: we should make sure we fuck each other at least once a week – more more if we want – but, apart from that...'

'Perfect,' she said sleepily.

And that's what we did. Interestingly enough, although we both continued to have other partners, neither of us had quite so many as we had had previously and most of those were casual flings, if not one-night-stands. When summer came round it was taken as read that we would go on holiday together. To that end, we hired a little cottage not far from a fairly large, coastal town in France, figuring we could either amuse ourselves in the cottage and surrounding countryside, or seek alternative entertainment in the town.

'You know what we ought to do?' she said, the night before we were due to leave.

'What?'

I was looking at the grass that remained from our Amsterdam trip, wondering if it would last the holiday. 

'Make a list of all the raunchy things we'd like to do – fantasies, that sort of thing – and write them on bits of paper. Then, every morning we pick one out of a hat – and we have to have done it before we go to sleep that night.'

'That sounds like it could be fun,' I grinned, forgetting about the grass for a moment.

'I know. You've got that digital camera that takes videos so one thing could be to make a mini movie. In fact, we ought to take pictures of everything we do so we have a photo-record of all our dirty doings.'

We spent most of the rest of the evening making our lists, comparing and discussing them and then reducing them until we had an even number of her fantasies and mine, totalling one for each day of the holiday, plus a couple of spares. Then, totally aroused, we went to bed and fucked for several hours.

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I looked at the slip of paper and grinned. It was one of mine: to go to a bar and, while there, take a photograph of Sarah showing she was not wearing panties.

'I'm still not sure how we can do it without one or both of us being arrested,' she protested.

I noticed she wasn't refusing to do it, just doubtful how it could be accomplished.

'We'll have to play it by ear,' I said confidently, 'but you'll need to choose either a very short skirt, or something loose. Then, if you were sitting on a bar stool, you could half turn towards me. I'll be leaning against the bar a few feet away and I'll pretend to focus on your face. In fact I'd make sure that your deliciously juicy pussy was just in shot. We could practice using one of the kitchen stools and pretend the kitchen counter was the bar.

'On the other hand, if we were at a table, it would be easy – we'd just make sure you had the table between you and the rest of the room.'

'That's so naughty,' she giggled, sounding more like a school girl than a mature woman.

Her hand stole between my thighs and tentatively stroked my prick. At the same time she cocked an enquiring eyebrow at me.

'Fancy some sloppy seconds?' she asked.

'I'd fancy sloppy anythings with you. But it doesn't have to be that sloppy...'

I started to slither down the bed but she stopped me.

'No. Let's have some sloppy, squelchy, squishy sex and then maybe a reverse snowball.'

'That's one of my fantasies we haven't picked yet,' I protested.

'Then we'll pick again when it comes up,' she said, her fingers beginning to provoke a reaction from me.

While we kissed, she continued to tease me hard again. For my part, I used two fingers to bring her off and then she grabbed my hand to lick my fingers clean.

'Mmm! I want more,' she grinned. 'You just lie there and let me do the work.'

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The holiday had been something of a revelation to me. I knew Sarah had a high sex drive and was pretty uninhibited, but things had moved to a new level in the short time we were there. It was as though she had been waiting for the right moment to let certain things out.

The first night we were there, we ate outside, on the patio. By the time we had finished the main course it was dark and the only light came from candles that we found under the kitchen sink and stuck into empty wine bottles. Sarah cut some water melon into small pieces and offered me one.

'No thanks.'

I waved it away and poured myself some more wine instead.

'Okay,' she said mildly and then hitched the loose, flowing skirt she was wearing up around her waist.

As I watched in amazement, she ran the piece of melon over the lips of her cunt and then popped it into her mouth.

'Sure you don't want any?' she asked innocently, holding up another piece.

'Well... 'I grinned.

She repeated her action, this time finishing by dragging the piece up between her lips and over her clit. It tasted wonderful.

After a few more pieces each, she cut a larger piece and inserted it into her cunt.

'Help yourself,' she said.

I dropped to my knees immediately and, long after I'd eaten the melon, I continued licking her cunt. Then I stood up and dropped my shorts. She laughed throatily at the sight of my erection and rubbed more melon along the shaft, before carefully and lovingly, licking and sucking it clean.

When she was done, she leaned back in her chair and I leaned over her. Taking my weight on the arms of her chair, I slid smoothly into her and fucked her until my arms buckled under the strain.

'Coffee, then,' she said rather breathlessly.

I followed her into the kitchen and knelt in front of her, eating her the whole time she leant over me to make the coffee. She protested at first, then gave in and let me, letting out little mewing sounds as I brought her closer to an orgasm. Finally she could stand it no longer and, taking me firmly by the ears, she pulled me upright. Turning us both round, she perched on the kitchen counter and she spread her legs.

'Go on then,' she urged, fiercely. 'Do it to me.'

I was just about to when the sight of the bottle of olive oil on the counter gave me an idea. I grabbed it, flipped open the cap and poured a generous amount over the lower part of her belly. For a second or two, we both watched it flow down, over her clit and lips, some of it going round the outside of them, some of it flowing the length of her slit. I slid my hands round the back of her knees and lifted her legs up.

'Stay like this,' I instructed her.

She promptly used her own hands to help keep her legs in position. As she did so, I began working the oil in and around her ass.

'Oh no!' she breathed realising what my intention was.

'Oh yes!' I growled, making sure my prick was coated with oil as well.

'Oh God!' she breathed, as I slid smoothly into her ass. 'Oh, God, yes!'

Ten minutes later we were back out on the patio, sipping coffee.

'It's a good job these chairs are plastic,' she giggled, shifting position.

'Why's that?' I asked, guessing what her reply would be.

'Because, apart from being oily, I'm leaking all over it. It's all your fault, so you can clean it up.'

The next day, having returned from a lazy afternoon on the beach I poured us both a glass of wine while she showered and then took my turn. Pulling back the shower curtain I barely had time to register her presence before she was sucking my prick. She had obviously been waiting quietly for me to finish showering.

It took her about thirty seconds to get me hard and then she backed away, grinning wickedly, turned around and knelt on the bath mat. I stepped out of the shower and pulled her dress up over her hips. I couldn't help sucking in my breath in surprise as I noticed her naked ass was glistening with oil. She giggled, pleased with my reaction and then wriggled her ass invitingly.




Fun with Sarah



'The oil worked really well yesterday,' she said, 'so I thought we could use it again, today.'

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I played with her breasts as she rode me leisurely, both of us grinning at the slurping sounds we were making.

'God, this feels good,' she moaned dreamily.

'I'll say,' I agreed.

For going on twenty minutes we continued our nice, slow fuck. She came two, maybe three times before I felt the inevitable starting it happen.

'I'm going to cum,' I groaned.

Her only response was to pick up the pace a little, her internal muscles squeezing rhythmically each time she lifted up. I grabbed her ass when my moment came and jerked upwards, burying myself as deep inside her as I could, before almost collapsing back onto the rumpled sheet.

She allowed me about a minute and a half to recover before carefully easing off me and moving up to press her cunt over my mouth.

She was full of the damn stuff and as soon as I had a mouthful I rolled her off me, leaned over her and kissed her hard. Her tongue darted into my mouth, scooping out our juices and, as soon as she had got as much as she could, we rolled back again and repeated the manoeuvre – twice more.

'I like your taste,' she told me – not for the first time.

'And I like yours. But I'm glad you like mine. It looks awfully rude when you open you mouth to show me it all, before swallowing.'

'It makes me feel wicked,' she admitted, with a grin.

When we eventually got up, we showered, had some lunch and then spent the day sunbathing on the patio. I suggested we went to the beach but Sarah wanted to work on her all-over tan. It drove me crazy. She summonsed me every half hour or so to keep her body coated in oil: 'You wouldn't want me to burn my tender bits, now would you?' but refused to let me do any more than massage in the oil. 

'Save it for tonight,' she said firmly. 'We're going to be so horny that I'm going to want you everywhere.'

She meant she would want me to cum in her mouth, her cunt and her ass and the thought was enough to make my hard-on twitch excitedly. She laughed as she pushed me away.

'No! Think pure thoughts until tonight. Then you can think as dirty as you like – as long as you tell me all about them.'

She wore a dark-blue silk camisole and a loose, knee-length skirt that buttoned up the front. I wore a white shirt and khaki chinos. Sarah decided that if she wasn't allowed to wear underwear, then neither was I. We finished our outfits off with flip-flops and set out in our rented car to look for a restaurant and then a bar.

The bar we chose was a typical bar-tabac. It was basically a rectangular room with the bar down one of the long walls, a couple of games machines at the far end and tables and chairs occupying the rest of the space. There were a few teenagers around the machines and a couple sitting in the window, so Sarah confidently perched on one of the bar stools and allowed her skirt to fall away from her thighs. But for the one button left fastened, she would have been exposed from the start.

As it was, we ordered coffees and cognacs and then I produced my camera. Handing it to the girl I asked if she would take a picture of us both – which she duly did. Then I moved down the bar a little way to take one of Sarah. She turned on her stool to face me, glanced swiftly around and then parted her thighs. She had already undone the last button while we were waiting for our drinks and I quickly took the shot, followed by a couple more – one of which was zoomed in on her cunt – before she turned back to face the bar. I slid back onto my stool next to her and waited until she had fastened a couple of buttons before showing her the results.

The photographs were every bit as revealing as we had hoped and we clinked our brandy glasses together in celebration. I was rock hard and thinking about what we were going to do when we got back to the villa when a soft voice intruded into my thoughts.

'Excuse me, but are you guys British?'

We turned to find the woman who had been sitting by the window, smiling at us. As far as I could tell she was about the same age as us but, however old she was, she was decidedly sexy – small, slim and dark, her dress short enough to show nice legs and fitting snugly enough to show nicely rounded breasts.

'English,' Sarah replied.

'I thought so,' the woman said triumphantly. 'Ron, my husband over there, reckoned you were German.'

We looked over to Ron was smiling at us and nodded acknowledgment. The woman introduced herself as Cindy, 'Like that damned, doll, don't you know!' and insisted on buying us a drink. When we protested she told us we could repay her by answering a simple question.

'What's that?' Sarah asked.

'It was just when you were taking those pictures a few minutes ago, well, did you, er, realise, you were, er, flashing? I mean, I don't normally go up to complete strangers and ask personal questions but we'll never see each other again after this so, what the hell!'

Cindy sounded so serious and formal that Sarah gave a peal of laughter – which drew a hesitant grin from Cindy.

'No-one was supposed to notice,' Sarah grinned, 'but yes, it was deliberate.'

'Wow! That's really cool.'

'The thing is,' I explained, 'to make our holiday more interesting, we have a list of things we'd like to do. Every morning we pick one at random and we have to have done it before we go to sleep that night.'

'That's brilliant,' Cindy enthused. 'Look, can we take our drinks over to our table. Ron would love to hear about this – if you don't mind him knowing of course.'

I shrugged and looked at Sarah. I didn't mind, because I've always liked talking about sex with attractive women and Cindy was certainly attractive. So it came down to whether or not Sarah wanted to chat to Ron. If she didn't like the look of him, fair enough, we would make our excuses and go.

While I was thinking all this, Sarah was giving Ron the once-over. Then she turned to Cindy and smiled.

'Your Ron sounds like Harry, here. He loves talking about sex.'

'I bet he does more than just talk about it,' Cindy laughed, letting her eyes drift down to my groin before raising them again.

'God! Does he ever!' Sarah grinned.

Cindy wasted little time telling Ron about our list and he demanded to know what sort of things were on it.

'Apart from letting Harry take a picture of me flashing?' Sarah laughed. 'Oooh, now let me see: I think one of mine is to be tied up and ravished for as long and in as many different ways as he can manage.'

'Another is to find somewhere to have sex in the car – and then drive back home, both of us naked from the waist down,' I offered.

'There's one where we have to make each other come on the beach. That might be tricky.'

'It will be if you make your usual amount of noise,' I said warningly.

'Don't you just love noisy women?' Ron grinned. 'I think that's one of the reasons I married Cindy.'

'Bullshit, honey!' she retorted mildly. 'You married me because I put out for you on our first date and, ever since then, I've let you do anything you want, anytime you want.'

'Can't argue with that,' he nodded. 'I'll put the noise you make down as a bonus.'

'You'll have gathered, we like sex,' Cindy giggled. 'The more, the better.'

'We like variety too, don't we hon?' Ron stated.

'We do,' she agreed and added for our benefit. 'Back home we belong to a swingers' group.'

'Oh. Wow! How does that work?' Sarah demanded, genuinely interested.

'There's about a dozen couples in our group and we meet once a month,' Ron explained. 'Not everyone can make it every time but there's always eight or nine couples... '

'...Which allows for plenty of variety,' Cindy cut in. 'We sometimes have theme nights – a bit like your list, in a way.'

'That's right. Let's see, we've had a Mistress and Slave evening; a Roman orgy; a hookers and pimps night... What else?' Ron looked at Cindy for help.

'We had the gang-bang,' she giggled, before explaining. 'One of the girls let it drop she'd always had a fantasy about being gang-banged. So, one night, we had an old mattress in the middle of the floor. Before anything else happened, we made her lie down on it and then about six of the guys took turns with her.'

'That was a fun session,' Ron nodded enthusiastically. 

'Betty-Lou didn't stop smiling for a week!' Cindy laughed. 'Even though she had trouble sitting down the next day.' 'Hardly surprising!' Ron snorted.

'She got it in the ass almost as much as in her pussy,' Cindy explained.

'She got it in her ass at the same time as she got it in her pussy,' Ron laughed.

'Sucking a dick at the same time,' Cindy finished. 'It looked so hot. I mean, we all knew she wasn't doing anything against her will, but at first it really looked like she was being raped – until it became obvious she was enjoying it. One or two of the other girls have said they wouldn't mind trying it so we'll probably do it again sometime.'

'And then you girls usually put on some sort of show for us guys,' Ron reminded her.

'Sometimes they need a little encouragement to stiffen up,' Cindy winked at Sarah.

'Only after we've cum a few times,' Ron protested.

'Wow! I see what you mean about variety,' Sarah laughed. 'Oh, anyone like a drink?'

Ron and Cindy exchanged a quick look.

'I don't think so, thanks,' Cindy said apologetically. 'We only stopped here to buy some stamps for our postcards. We're going back to the States tomorrow so if we don't mail them tonight, they'll never get mailed at all. But we thought we'd have a quick coffee while we were here and use up some of our coins. Hey, why don't you guys come back to our place and help us finish off the last of our booze?'

'Great idea!' Ron chimed in. 'It's only five minutes by car – and it's got a great view of the ocean. You could help us come up with some new ideas for the group. Get a fresh perspective.'

'What do you say?' Cindy looked pleadingly from Sarah to me. 

As though to emphasise her words, she put her hand on my thigh. I glanced quickly at Ron, but he was too busy smiling at Sarah to notice what his wife was doing. 

'Fine by me,' I smiled at her. 'Sarah?'

'Sure,' she agreed, giving a little jump, as though her mind had been elsewhere.

'Then it's settled,' Cindy announced, standing up. 'Where are you guys parked?'

'Right outside,' I said pointing to our car on the other side of the glass.

'We're across the road and up a side street. If you wait in your car, we'll give you a toot as we pass and then you can follow us to our apartment. Come on, Ron.'

While we waited in the car for Ron and Cindy, I fished out one of the joints we'd brought and lit up. 

'What do you think of them, then?' I asked, blowing out a plume of smoke.

'They seem like a fun couple.'

'Nice of them to invite us back for a drink.'

'What are you saying?' she asked, taking a drag from the joint.

'I'm not sure. Ron seemed to like you; Cindy seemed to like me. They both like swinging and, after learning that we're into sex, they invite us back to their place.'

'Ron was stroking my thigh at the table,' Sarah nodded thoughtfully.

'Was he now? There you are then! I may be wrong but I think . . . '

'. . . they fancy us,' Sarah finished. 'They want to fuck us.'

'You got that, too?'

'It seemed fairly obvious to me,' she nodded calmly. 

I had a sudden thought and slid my hand up her thigh until my fingers reached her cunt. As I suspected, she was both hot and very wet.

'And you like the idea, don't you?' I challenged her, withdrawing my hand and licking my fingers.

'Yep,' she admitted, before running her hand over my erection. 'Just like you do.'

I laughed, flicked the joint out of the window and leaned over to kiss her. The urgency with which she returned it, spoke volumes. The sound of a quick blast on a car horn ended the kiss and I quickly started the engine and swung out into the road behind their car. Sarah ran her fingertips over my erection again.

'In case you're wondering, I think you're just a little bit bigger than he is,' she told me.

'Jesus! You were groping him, as well?' I croaked, as I realised there was only one way she could know that.

'It only seemed fair, considering what he was doing to me,' she giggled.

'Shit! No wonder you're wet!'

'You know what I'm looking forward to – apart from being fucked by Ron, that is?'

'No. What?'

'Having you watch me – and watching you fuck Cindy, of course.'

The thought that we might have sex in front of each other had not occurred to me until then. I'd heard Sarah having sex with other men, of course, but I'd never seen her. I felt a surge of excitement, followed by a twinge of jealously.

'Jesus!' I breathed.

She laughed softly and continued to stroke my prick.

'Are you going to fuck her ass?'

'You think she'd let me?'

'I think so,' she nodded. 'Why else tell us about, whoever it was, having it that way?'

'Betty-Lou? You may be right. How do you feel about putting on a show for us guys if we need help stiffening-up?' I grinned.

'I thought about that when she mentioned it. I've never done it with a girl before,' she said slowly, 'and I'm not sure I'll want to start tonight.'

'Fine by me,' I said reassuringly.

'But I'm looking forward to fucking Ron while you watch.'

'You're wicked!' I laughed.

'Living with you is making me more wicked by the day,' she retorted, unzipping my flies and slipping her hand inside. 'Hey, you can't blame me!' I protested – and then groaned as she ran a finger nail lightly over the opening in the end of my prick. 'Back when I was just your lodger, you were fucking everything that moved.'

'I know,' she conceded, 'but I've calmed down a bit now – and I'm no longer prepared to settle for quantity, I want quality – and variety – and it seems to me that you're encouraging me to do all sorts of stuff I would never have done otherwise. Like right now, for example. If you had told me six months ago that I would be going on holiday with a guy who wanted me to go out without panties and then flash my pussy in a public bar before going home with a couple of perfect strangers for some group sex I would have told you, you were crazy!'

'I just think you're making up for lost time and, having fucked yourself senseless for a few months, you're now ready to broaden your experience.'

'Well, if half the things we've talked about, happen tonight, I'll certainly have done some broadening,' she laughed.

Ahead of us, Ron pulled off the road and onto a ramp leading down to an underground car park. I eased into the parking bay next to him and grinned at Cindy across the gap separating our cars.

'Have fun!' Sarah said, re-zipping my flies.

'You too!'

Ron had moved quickly round to Sarah's side of the car and opened the door for her so I climbed out of my side and opened Cindy's door. She smiled her thanks and swung her legs out. By keeping her knees some six or more inches apart, she made sure I was able to see that, like Sarah, she wasn't wearing panties.

I offered her my arm once she was on her feet, but she was having none of it. Instead she grabbed my arm and draped it around her neck, pulling my hand down so that she could press it against her breast. The nipple, I couldn't help but notice, was already stiff.

Holding my hand in place as though not trusting me to keep fondling her, she slid her other hand down the back of my chinos to grab my ass.

'Seems like we're all going commando tonight,' she observed.

'It's the only way to travel,' I told her.

She laughed and continued fondling my ass as we followed Ron and Sarah into the lift. On the way up, he stood behind her, his hands loosely around her waist which appeared innocent enough until the look of mischief in Sarah's eyes and the movement of her hips showed she was rubbing her ass against his dick.

Cindy smiled benevolently at them and moved her hand until she was able to work the tip of a finger into my ass. Hearing my sudden intake of breath she looked up, innocently, at me.

'What?'

I rolled my eyes in reply making her laugh.

'You like that, huh? How about if I was to use my tongue?'

I groaned and Ron, guessing – probably as a result of experience – bent to stage-whisper in Sarah's ear.

'I think my wife is doing something dirty to your boyfriend.'

'If she's doing what I think she's doing,' Sarah giggled, 'he'll be loving every second of it.'

The apartment they'd rented was on the top floor of the block and had a great view of the sea. We stood on the balcony for a few minutes looking out over calm water before Cindy, who had seen the view many times, grew impatient and slid her hand down the front of my chinos. As a way of attracting my attention, it was perfect. I looked down at her up-turned and expectant face, slid my hands under the back of her dress to cup her ass and kissed her.

It was a good kiss. Fierce, urgent, demanding and promising more to come. Coming up for air, some minutes later, I noticed Sarah and Ron in pretty much the same situation. Cindy, however, wasn't interested in what the others were doing.

'Let's go inside,' she suggested, practically dragging me, 'and have a dance.'

She put on some soft music and melted into my arms. We didn't so much dance, as swayed on the spot. She resumed her fondling of my prick while I stroked her ass and then I gently turned her round so that, with her ass rubbing my prick, I was able to grope a breast with one hand and rub her clit with the other.

Things were moving along nicely, with Cindy moaning appreciatively and giving every indication that she was not far away from a climax when the other two came in from the patio.

'Well, they seem to be getting along all right!' Ron laughed.

Reluctantly, we stopped what we were doing and Cindy gave a little shake, to bring herself back to reality.

'How about I make a jug of coffee and maybe you could pour out some brandies?' she suggested to Ron.

'Good idea, hon,' he nodded, giving her an affectionate pat on her ass.

She giggled and headed for the kitchen with Ron close behind. I pulled Sarah into my arms and kissed her. For a moment, as our tongues fenced, I almost forgot I was supposed to be lusting after Cindy and reached for a breast. She giggled as she pulled away.

'Harry, leave me alone! You know I'm with Ron. What sort of a girl do you take me for?'

I laughed and then stopped as it finally registered what her kiss had tasted of.

'I wondered why you two were out there so long,' I frowned. 'You sucked him off, didn't you?'

She grinned wickedly and nodded, just as Ron returned with four brandy glasses on a tray.

'Coffee's on its way,' he said cheerfully, offering us each a glass.

Moments later, Cindy came in with another tray of coffee, cups, milk and sugar. We all went through the motions of pouring ourselves some, but it was clear the damn stuff would be cold before anyone got around to drinking it.

Cindy carefully stirred hers and then put down the spoon.

'Too hot to drink just now,' she decided.

'Is that right?' I mused, slipping and arm around her. 'I wonder what we could do until it's cool?'

'That's easy!' she laughed, pushing me down onto one of the two sofas.

She paused only long enough to peel off her dress before kneeling in front of me to start undoing my trousers.

Pretty soon, I was naked, lying back against the cushions and enjoying a blow-job. As such, I was able to watch Sarah step out of her skirt and sit along the sofa, leaning against the end. With one knee drawn up and resting against the back of the sofa and her other foot on the floor, her thighs were wide apart and the invitation was clear. Ron accepted with a grunt of anticipation, burying his head between her thighs – to Sarah's obvious delight, judging from the way she closed her eyes, threw back her head and arched her back.




Fun with Sarah



I was so caught up in watching Sarah being eaten it was with something of a shock that I realised I was close to cumming. Cindy guessed why I gently pulled her up and away and, with a wicked grin, climbed onto the sofa, straddled me and lowered her cunt towards my face, Grabbing her ass with both hands I alternated between nibbling her clit and licking her cunt with broad stokes of my tongue.

She was, as Ron had mentioned, a noisy little thing. When she wasn't urging me on with a stream of dirty talk, she was moaning and gasping, grinding herself against me.

A wail, followed by a lot of shuddering, informed me she was climaxing and then she grabbed my face with both hands and, as we kissed long and hard, she wriggled herself back onto my erection.

I've never pushed my prick into hot butter, but if I ever did, I imagine it wouldn't be a lot different to pushing it into Cindy. I've always thought Sarah was possibly the hottest and wettest woman it's been my good fortune to fuck, but Cindy just had the edge and it went some way to explaining why she and Ron enjoyed swinging so much. If Cindy was always as ready as she was just then, I imagine she would be hard for one man to keep up with.

Although she felt tight around my prick, she was so wet I slid smoothly into her. She gave a long, loud moan and began rolling her hips around my instinctive thrusts. Over her shoulder, I saw Sarah's face screwed up in that fierce look I knew so well – the one that meant she was being fucked just the way she liked it.

Then my focus shifted back to Cindy. Having pulled back from the edge of a climax while she was sucking me, I knew I wasn't going to be able to delay it much longer and tried desperately to make sure she came as well. As it was, my climax triggered hers and we both shuddered and gasped until our spasms eased. Then we opened our eyes and grinned at each other. It had been a more than satisfactory fuck.

A series of sobbing moans from the other sofa indicated Ron and Sarah had caught us up and, for several minutes, no-one spoke while we waited for our breathing to calm down. Cindy finally climbed off me and sat up.

'Now I'm ready for my coffee.'

'Me too,' Ron smiled lazily.

Sarah smiled, stretching like a cat before running her hands over her breasts. Then she leaned forwards to pick up her coffee.

'You guys aren't in any rush to get rid of us are you?' she asked, casually.

Sarah, clearly, was in the mood for more. Cindy laughed her approval.

'Stay as long as you like!'

I grinned to myself, as, out of the corner of my eye, I caught Sarah reaching for Ron's softening prick. I didn't stare though, because Cindy had similar ideas.

'Sarah seems to be enjoying herself,' she remarked, boldly taking hold of my prick.

'So am I,' I replied. 'Hopefully you are, too.'

'Oh, yes,' she giggled and then gave my stiffening prick a squeeze. 'Especially if I can have this again.'

'I was hoping you'd say that,' I smiled.

'Then why don't I see if I can help you get ready?' she suggested.

I more or less stayed as I was which allowed Cindy to lean on my thighs and use her mouth to complete my erection. For several mind-blowing minutes she showed off her oral skills, keeping me on the edge of cumming but not quite close enough. When she finally sat back I was more than ready to fuck her again.

Despite Sarah's ministrations however – she was using both hands on his prick and balls – Ron looked to be only half erect. Cindy clucked in dismay. Sarah looked up and laughed.

'It's my fault. I got a little carried away when I was sucking him just now – for the second time.'

'I warned her,' Ron said smugly.

'Waste of time,' I grinned. 'Sarah loves swallowing.'

'I like the taste,' she said defensively.

'Me too,' Cindy said quickly, staring admiringly at Sarah.

'What's the matter?' Sarah asked, puzzled.

'I'm just admiring your pussy. Did you wax it, or what?'

'Harry does it,' Sarah laughed, carelessly spreading her thighs to allow Cindy a better look, 'with a razor. Every evening after we're back from the beach or wherever. So I'm nice and smooth for when we fuck.'

'My God, I hope he's careful!'

'So far, so good,' she giggled. 'And I always get turned on when he uses the brush and he gets turned on doing the shaving, so we always end up having a fuck afterwards.'

'It does look smooth,' Cindy nodded.

'Feels great!' Ron confirmed. 'You ought to try it.'

'Maybe I will. It does look very stroke-able – and kissable.'

So saying she dropped to her knees in front of Sarah and gently ran her fingertips over the smooth flesh on either side of her cunt. Sarah stiffened with a jerk, looking startled but, as Cindy continued to stroke her lightly, she relaxed, leaning back and closing her eyes. She gave a yelp of surprise when Cindy started licking her and sat upright, her eyes wide open once more.

'Oh, please let me,' Cindy pleaded.

'It's not that I mind what you're doing, so much,' Sarah said quickly, 'more that I'm kind of messy down there...'

'I know – and I love it!' Cindy laughed. 'Listen, I've been swallowing cum since I was thirteen. These days it's mainly Ron's – but not always.'

So saying she began to eat Sarah out in earnest. Like Ron – whose prick was now visibly stiffening – I watched in fascinated delight. Bearing in mind that Sarah had said she didn't think she was ready to try anything with another woman, she certainly seemed to be enjoying what Cindy was doing to her and when Cindy moved upwards, kissing Sarah's belly and then her breasts, I could see she was waiting for a kiss on the mouth.

That kiss proved to be the key to unlocking Sarah's latent lasciviousness. As soon as their lips met, Sarah's arms came up and around Cindy and began stroking her from shoulders to upper thighs.

When they broke for air, Sarah promptly dipped her head to nuzzle Cindy's breasts and, once Cindy had settled onto the sofa, the two women moved slowly but surely into a sixty-nine. It was a wonderful sight – two gorgeous and sexy women enjoying each other with a total lack of inhibition.

The live sex show had got me every bit as excited as Ron – who was now more than ready and clearly eager to join in again and when the girls finally disentangled themselves and looked round for us, we were waiting with rock hard dicks.

'I see what you mean about a show helping to get their attention,' Sarah giggled approvingly, using both hands to stroke Ron's cock.

'Never fails,' Cindy said happily. She smiled slyly at me, but continued to address Sarah. 'Would you mind if I asked this sexy man of yours to fuck me in my ass?'

'God, no!' Sarah smiled, 'I would guess he'd have asked you himself before long.' She turned to Ron. 'How about you, big boy? Fancy some English ass?'

Ron and I both groaned our appreciation at the offers and Ron quickly fetched a fat tube of lube.

An hour or so later I led Sarah by the hand out of the apartment block towards our car. Once out of their flat I had practically dragged her into the lift and then out and across the car park, such was my hurry.

'Harry, what's the matter? What's the rush?' she panted, almost stumbling in her efforts to keep up. 'Are you mad at me? Have I done something wrong?'

By way of answering, I spun her round and backed her up against the car. The with one hand holding the back of her head and the other squeezing a breast, I kissed her long and hard. I felt her relax a little during the kiss but she still gave me a puzzled look when I pulled back. I took one of her hands and placed it on my erection. She relaxed enough to let out a giggle. 'Cindy not enough for you?'

'Sarah, I can't tell you how amazingly erotic it was, watching you fuck Ron. And when you told him that he didn't have to be so gentle, that you weren't going to break and that you wanted him to fuck you hard – him with his dick buried in that sexy ass of yours . . . I tell you, I thought I was going to hurt Cindy.'

'From where I was kneeling, she was loving it.'

'I hope so. But even though I've cum three times already this evening, if you don't let me fuck you, I swear I'm going to explode.'

Sarah laughed, a low, deep sexy laugh, realising she was now in control.

'You want to fuck me? Even though I'm leaking Ron's cum from both my cunt and ass?'

She was unzipping me as she spoke, knowing there was no need for me to answer.

'That's dirty, Harry, real dirty,' she continued. 'You let some other guy pick me up and fuck me – while you fuck another woman – and now you want to have me when I'm full of his cum . . .?'

'And I have her juices all over my dick?' I added, lifting her dress up the necessary couple of inches. 'Damn right, I do!'

'In a car park? Standing up against our car?'

She groaned as I took her with an impatient thrust – and then giggled.

'I guess you do,' she said happily. 'Shit Harry, this is outrageous. The whole holiday's been outrageous, but tonight has been especially so. God, yes, keep fucking me! You realise I'm going to make a hell of a mess on the car seat on the way home?'

'Not if I lick you out afterwards.'

'Harry, you're amazing – and wonderful and I think I love you! Now, fuck me hard!'