0 comments/ 7812 views/ 2 favorites One Glorious Day By: RARene I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand – it read 4:03 AM. It was a warm night and the bedroom windows were open, the curtains billowing lightly in the breeze, soft moonlight illuminating the room. There was a stirring in the bed beside me. She leaned over me, her naked breasts brushing my bare chest, and placed her lips on mine. She was pushing some kind of tablet into my mouth. It tasted like mint. "Good morning, lover," she whispered, "It's only a breath mint. You can't be too careful, you know." She smiled. I rolled the mint around in my mouth. I pulled her head toward me and kissed her, our tongues intertwining as we passed the mint back and forth between us. "I understand," I said, smiling back. I felt her climb on top of me, reach down to grab my dick, and then slip a condom over it. She said, "What do you think? Feel like having some more fun??" I had a feeling that this was going to be the beginning of a really good day. She rubbed the tip of my dick around the lips of her pussy a little and then slowly lowered herself down, settling her weight on me. She let out a soft moan. "You know, I really had a lot of fun last night," she said. She started to move up and down slowly, grinding her pelvis into mine, her tight pussy just squeezing even tighter against my throbbing dick. We kissed again. Last night she had been tending bar at D.B.'s Bar and Grill, a mysterious-looking brunette with a wonderful figure and soulful eyes. I asked her what time she got off and she had smiled playfully and said, well, that would depend on me. Needless to say, we hit it off pretty well and I spent the entire night chatting her up at the bar. After the place closed I followed her home and when we got inside, she wheeled around, pushed me up against the door, closing it, and quickly yanked my pants down around my ankles; then she proceeded to give me the best blowjob I'd ever had. The evening only got better from there. "Me too, I'm glad I finally struck up the nerve to talk to you," I said. We didn't say too much after that, grunting and moaning being our only form of communication for the moment. We settled into a slow and steady rhythm, picking up speed occasionally and then sliding back into a wonderfully slow groove. I could just make out the details of her lovely body in the moonlight, her slender waist and firm, full breasts, the large nipples erect. I reached up, palming her tits and tweaking the nipples with my thumbs. She raised her arms above her head, pulling her long, dark hair up in a pile, as she closed her eyes and concentrated on my dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Her tits jiggled softly with the force of her movements and pretty soon it seemed like we were both approaching the ecstasy of orgasm, when she stopped abruptly and said, "What was that?" I paused and was about to say that I hadn't heard anything, just keep fucking, when she put her hand to my lips and said, "Shh, wait." I listened intently for a few more seconds and then I heard it: the unmistakable sound of a door closing somewhere downstairs. She moved her hand away from my mouth. "I thought you said your husband was out of town," I hissed. "He is... or was. Evidently he came back early and didn't bother to tell me," she said. "He probably thinks I'm cheating on him and is trying to catch me in the act," she added. "Well, you are and he is about to," I said, an edge of panic in my voice. "Shh." She looked over her shoulder at the bedroom door, seemingly waiting for something. Then she turned back around and looked down at me, brushing her hair away from her eyes and smiling, sensing my anxiety. "Relax," she whispered, "I know him. He'll go to the bathroom first. We have time. Just wait." She sat there on top of me – both of us breathing heavily, my dick still shoved way up inside of her – for what seemed like an eternity and I was about to say fuck it, jump out of bed, grab my clothes (wherever I had carelessly tossed them last night), and jump out the nearest window, when I heard a door close somewhere nearby and then the sound of an exhaust fan running. "See, he'll be in there for a while. It must have been a long trip," she said. She leaned down and kissed me, adding, "I'd say we have at least ten minutes, maybe more." So, what the hell, we continued fucking. It was hard to say no when my dick was buried deep in her pussy. And for some reason it was more exciting now; perhaps, perversely, because of the possibility we would get caught. She came at least once while she was jumping up and down on top of me, at times her ecstatic moans becoming worrisome. I kept expecting the bathroom door to fly open at those moments and see her angry husband glowering at us from the doorway with murder in his eyes and a wad of toilet paper in his hand. I rolled her over then and fucked her missionary style, mostly so that when she got too loud I could lean down and shove my tongue in her mouth to shut her up. After a few minutes passed she came again (man, she had a hair-trigger pussy) and then, before I could do anything, she immediately pushed me aside and scurried around me to the end of the bed. She was on all fours facing the dresser against the far wall, shaking her ass at me as she looked around and said, "Now fuck me from behind. Hard." I couldn't get to her fast enough. I rushed over with my stiff cock in my hand and shoved it into her, her pussy so welcoming I nearly blew my load inside of her right then. We picked up where we had left off, humping like mad. I grabbed the firm flesh of her ass, slid my arms up along her waist and cupped her breasts, as I fucked her just like she had asked: hard. We were going at it faster and faster, her hair swinging back and forth and droplets of perspiration forming on our naked bodies, both of us grunting with the pleasantness of the effort, when the bathroom door quietly swung open throwing a rectangle of light on the floor at the foot of the bed. We both froze and I swear that my life flashed before my eyes. I knew we were doomed and waited breathlessly for the screaming and the yelling to begin. Now, I don't know how her husband didn't hear our grunting and moaning or the fevered squeaking of the mattress or the knocking of the headboard against the wall – perhaps because the sound of the exhaust fan coming from the bathroom muffled the noises we were making, I'll never know – but all he did was simply shuffle slowly, almost zombie-like, into the bedroom on his way to the dresser, rubbing his eyes with his fists and yawning. He trudged over to the dresser that was facing the bed, pulled open a drawer, grabbed some socks or underwear or something, closed the drawer and made the (thankfully) short journey back to the bathroom, still rubbing his eyes and yawning the entire way, the wad of socks or underwear or whatever it was still clutched tightly in his fist. When he reached the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and, a few seconds later, flushed the toilet. Then the shower started. "I can't believe it, he didn't even look over at us," I said, my dick still buried in her pussy. "Now he's taking a shower, we probably have another ten minutes or so." "Maybe I should just go ..." "Oh, fuck no, you're not going anywhere just yet," she said, spinning her head around to look at me. "Don't go soft on me now," she added, smiling mischievously, "just keep on fucking me, mister." What could I do? Even though it had been a close call and sticking around for any length of time after that incident with her husband would be an extremely stupid thing to do, I felt emboldened by our luck and so, predictably, I continued to fuck her. It didn't quite take ten minutes, but when she came, she came hard. I pulled out, yanking the condom off my dick, and shot my sperm all over her bare back as I reached down and massaged her pussy with my free hand. When I was finished soaking her I got up off the bed and stood looking down at her, trying to catch my breath, clutching my still-hard cock in my hand. "Oh baby, that was so good," she said, as she lay down on her side at the end of the bed and smiled dreamily up at me. If she were a cat, I believe she'd have been purring. "Thanks, you were fantastic. I think I ought to go now, though," I said, as I began the careful search for my clothes. She slowly got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom door, pausing to look over at me. She smiled again and said, "Okay, I'll call you when hubby's out of town again. Sound good?" But she didn't wait for a reply. She opened the bathroom door and walked inside. I heard the sound of her voice saying, "Morning, honey. Mind washing my back for me??" I quickly found my clothes and put them on, rushed downstairs, and got the hell out of there. * * * She slid into bed next to me, naked, and slowly ran her hand down my chest and over my stomach, stopping when her hand encountered my dick. She began stroking my morning woody tenderly. "Good morning," she said. "Just getting in?" It seemed like I had just closed my eyes. I had gotten back to the apartment around six o'clock this morning, brushed my teeth and taken a shower and crawled into bed to get some sleep before I had to get up again to go to work. I had slept only fitfully when I heard her come in the front door and then, moments later, slip into the bedroom, out of her dress, and into bed. I looked at my watch – 7:14 AM. "About an hour ago," I said, "I don't have long, though. I have to be to work by ten." "That's okay. What I have in mind will only take maybe ... half an hour or so," she said. She giggled lightly and smiled, still pumping away at my cock. Her laugh was somewhat endearing coming from a woman approaching forty – my age – almost girlish in its way. "Mmmm, that feels good," I said, smiling and settling myself into the pillow. After a moment I said, "Don't take this the wrong way, okay? – I'm really glad to see you – but ... I don't seem to remember giving you a key to my apartment." Her hand stopped jerking my dick. Her smile dimmed perceptibly and she half closed her eyes, giving me a level stare, like, are you serious? She was the landlord's wife and had access to the keys to all the apartments. That was how she had gotten in. We had been fuck-buddies for a while now, ever since I moved in last summer and had seen her lying out by the swimming pool in a really skimpy aqua blue bikini and beckoning me with her bedroom eyes. But she had never just let herself into my apartment before, and it was a little unsettling. Maybe it was time to move. "Are you complaining?" she said, the hand around my dick resuming its pumping motion, although she seemed to be doing it harder than before, with an almost subtle violence. "I can stop if you want", she said. But she didn't, she kept on going, which, I might add, I didn't mind in the least. And she was definitely doing it harder now. "No, don't stop," I said and smiled. I pulled her to me and we kissed, her hand still working my cock. "I've been waiting for you. I just figured you'd knock, that's all. It's no big deal. Forget it, okay?" She seemed to accept that and her smile slowly returned. We kissed again. She gently pushed away from me and pulled the covers back, eyeing my cock greedily, and moved into position between my legs. She closed her eyes and started sucking me off, a little timidly at first but then really getting into it, making slight slurping sounds and humming lightly. I continued to look at her, studying her features in the early morning light seeping in through the blinds as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick. She was a very attractive woman, slender but curvy, with big, full breasts that were great for grabbing by the handful and massaging. But her face – there was nothing at all wrong with it, you understand, she was absolutely gorgeous – but there was something about her face ... looking down at her, I was suddenly struck by the realization that she looked a lot like her daughter. I had met her daughter a few days ago, in the front lobby by the mailboxes, just leaning up against the wall, fooling with her phone in one hand and rolling her tongue around a lollipop – honest to God, a fucking lollipop – in the other. That must have been what made me think of her: her mom sucking on my dick like it was a tasty lollipop. This girl, her daughter, looked to be about twenty – well, at least eighteen (I hoped) – and could be a model, easy, wearing a skintight bikini that barely covered her curves. The same aqua blue bikini that her mom had worn, it looked like. She had kept staring at me as I opened the box and got my mail. I said hi to her and smiled, she smiled and said hi, and then she had introduced herself to me, saying her name was ... what did she say her name was again? Shit. It was... it was ... "Ohh ... Lori," I said out loud. My fuck-buddy, this girl's mom, stopped in mid lunge and slowly raised her eyes up to meet mine, wrinkling her forehead. It was sort of funny, in a way: she was just calmly looking at me like she had something to say, but my cock was all the way deep in her mouth, Christ, her throat, it felt like, so she was finding it a little inconvenient to say anything at the moment. She slowly drew her head back then, away from me, sliding her lips along my dick – her eyes locked with mine the whole time – her tongue flicking the tender flesh at the tip as she removed my cock from her mouth and said quizzically, "What was that?" She kept hold of my dick and began pumping it again, wiping her mouth with her free hand and still looking at me, waiting for an answer and it better be good. Think stupid. "Ummm ... I said – uhhh ... Oh, Lor ... dy ... that feels good." What the fuck?? Where did that come from? There was a pause. "'Lordy that feels good'??" she said, looking at me like she wasn't sure what to make of that. I wasn't sure either. She paused again, considering, still yanking hard on my cock. A small smile appeared on her lips then and she said, playfully, "Don't be weird. I thought you said something else." And that seemed to be the end of it. She put her lips around my cock again and started sucking away. But I kept thinking about her daughter. She had asked me if she could come up to my apartment for a glass of water or something, pausing before the 'or something' part and looking at me the same way her mother had looked at me when I first met her at the pool last summer – and ended up in bed with her that night. Her body was like her mother's, a nice figure with really great breasts, the aqua blue bikini riding up into her beautiful ass, a nice bronze tone to her skin. She had long dark hair, though, as opposed to her mom's slightly shorter, dazzling blonde. I let her into my apartment, watching from the doorway as she looked around, appraising, giving me a nice view of her goodies, like she was a showcase model, only she was the display, the prize. She sure looked like one. "Nice place," she said. "Thanks." She walked to the refrigerator and opened it. "Got any beer?" "I thought you wanted water," I said. She looked over at me and stared for a moment, deadpan, before saying, "I said," – again the pause – "'or something'. Remember?" She smiled. I smiled back and watched her grab two beers and bring one over to me. We had sat on the couch drinking our beers and talking – though she would mess with her phone every once in a while, like she couldn't live without the damn thing – staring into each others eyes and smiling, talking about nothing really, just small talk, when she suddenly looked around and said, "Where's your bedroom? Can I see it?" just like that, out of the blue, getting up then and saying, "Is that it?" as she headed for the bedroom door. I couldn't believe it. I followed her to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, watching her. Her mother was really working my dick with her mouth now, possibly sensing the excitement I felt at remembering the way her daughter walked toward the bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs and touching herself, saying, "I'll bet this is a great bed to fuck in ... isn't it?" and saying it like she already knew that it was. I grabbed her mother's head and stopped her, saying, "We have to fuck – now." I pulled her toward me and set her on her back, feverishly snatching a condom from the bedside table (I like to keep them handy, you know) getting it open and putting it on, getting on top of her then and sliding my dick inside, the image of her daughter on my bed – this bed – fused into my mind. I remember her daughter had rolled over and crawled on all fours to the window over the bed, grabbing the headboard, cell phone still in hand (of course), and looking out, saying, "Nice view," giving me a really fabulous one, a view of her ass, right there, waiting ... I rolled her mother over then, at the memory of the sight, and started fucking her doggy-style. She let out a low, throaty moan that was punctuated by my thrusts, then grabbed the headboard and shook it, hard, pushing her ass into me to meet the force of my blows. Now, I regret to say – and I'm sure you'll be just as disappointed to hear – that nothing happened between her daughter and me that day; she had gotten a phone call and suddenly had to leave. I remember, she walked past me – still standing there in the bedroom doorway, practically slack-jawed with awe and disbelief – and headed for the front door when she paused and said into the phone, "Hold on a minute." She turned around slowly, then, and walked back over to me, a big grin on her face. She looked right at me, covering the cell phone with her other hand, and said, "I want you to know something." She moved closer to me, licking her lips, and said, "I get so ... hot," emphasizing the word slowly, leaning in even closer to whisper it in my ear, her breath warm on my skin, saying, "thinking of you and my mom, in there," pointing to the bedroom now, "fucking ... like ... mad." She pulled back slowly and looked at me for a moment, still smiling, possibly trying to gauge my reaction, and then she turned around abruptly and walked out the door, continuing her conversation on the phone. I let out a very loud "OHH" as I came, hard, and she screamed out "Christ, yes!!" even louder. When we were done, we lay back against the headboard, panting, the sweat cooling on our hot bodies. "Wow," she said, "that was really amazing." "Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking." She slowly got up and started getting dressed. "Sorry. I'd love to stay but I have to go pick up my daughter now." I thought about her daughter again and smiled. I said, "Your daughter, huh? You know, I met her the other day. Did she tell you?" She looked at me a moment and said, "No," eyeing me suspiciously now. "Yeah, she seems like a really sweet girl. Tell her I said hi, okay?" She hesitated and stood there looking at me, smoothing the dress down her body, pushing her breasts tight against the fabric, her still-hard nipples practically poking through it. "Sure," she said, still looking at me funny. "I'll see you later, okay?" and she turned and walked out slowly, looking a little confused, like there was something else she wanted to say but couldn't remember what it was, looking back once, probably wondering just what exactly I was smiling about. And I continued to lie there for a long time after, just smiling and dreaming about that aqua blue bikini and what was waiting there beneath it. * * * "I want you to come over here," she said, standing there with her hand out and her index finger pointing down to a spot somewhere in front of her, a hint of playfulness in her tone. She paused to look me right in the eye, with a big grin set wide on her face, before she said, "And eat my pussy." One Glorious Day She was leaning up against her desk and had begun slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, when she suddenly stopped, a slightly startled expression momentarily clouding her face, and said, "Don't get me wrong, that wasn't an order." She raised her hand up as if to hold me back, saying, "You're not ... required to do it, you understand." She slowly took off her glasses and turned around to set them on the desk behind her, undoing the clasp in her hair with her other hand and shaking her long, dark brown hair down around her head, loosening it up. She turned back toward me and smiled, saying, "If you really don't want to, that is." She resumed unbuttoning her blouse, incrementally revealing that nice, deep crevice of flesh hidden beneath. "Even though I am your boss," she said, looking right at me as she said it, adding a slight emphasis to the word, "I do realize that that kind of request doesn't normally fall under your regular job description, so I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do." And here she looked at me with a very earnest expression and said, "Really," as if saying you do believe that, don't you? She had finished with the buttons now and stood there with her blouse hanging wide open, her beautiful, firm breasts fully exposed, revealing a nice tan line cutting close around the nipples. "Nevertheless," she said, "and I realize I'm really putting myself out on a limb here – but I really just want you to come over here, right now ... and eat ... my ... pussy." I was standing across from her, about five feet away, and she was just staring back expectantly. After a moment, she slowly hiked her skirt up around her hips – no panties on – and jumped lightly up onto the desk, legs spread to reveal her bush, nicely trimmed but still thick enough to bury your nose in and take in her doubtlessly wonderful scent, her legs long and tanned. She leaned her head back, tossing her hair slightly, and closed her eyes, supporting herself with one hand behind her on the desk while she massaged her pussy with the other, and said, "Come on, we don't have all day." Then she opened her eyes partway, looked at me, and whispered, "I know you want to." She smiled, closing her eyes again. She was right, of course. I had assumed when I came in to work late this morning about ten-thirty or so that my boss had called me into her office to yell at me. So I was more than a little surprised when I walked into her office and closed the door, saying, "You wanted to see me?" and was greeted with the aforementioned pussy-eating request. Not that I minded at all – she was a very attractive woman, in her late twenties, early thirties or so – and I had often daydreamed about the two of us together, fucking like beasts in some darkened motel room somewhere (or on top of her own desk, for that matter). But I didn't feel I should give in to her right away, so I decided to play with her a little first. I stood there for a moment just taking in her beauty and said, "You ought to be careful, saying things like that at work; someone could take something the wrong way. What makes you think I want to?" She continued to smile and opened her eyes again, her fingers still working her pussy, as she said, "Don't give me that. I've seen the way you look at me and the other girls around here – and I've talked to most of them, by the way. They all more or less say the same thing: that you have a lot of stamina and really know how to please a girl. Well, I want to know if they're right. So ... what do you say?" her hand still massaging that sweet, wet pussy. After a moment I said, "Well, what about me? I mean, I eat you out – what do I get, a raise?" I moved a little closer to the chair facing her desk, closer to her. She looked down at the erection trying to push its way through my pants and said, "It looks like I've already given you one of those." Then she looked back up at me and thought about it, smiling, and said, "Alright ... how does a hand job sound?" "You're kidding, right? I've got things to do." I started to turn around to go, but then stopped and turned back, saying, "Make it a blow job and I might consider it." She sort of chuckled, looking me up and down, and said, "You'll consider it, huh?" thinking some more, then saying, "Okay, it's a deal, hot shot, come here and do me first." She was really going at her pussy now in anticipation. "Well ... I was thinking you could do me first, actually," I said as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pushing them down around my ankles. I sat down in the chair across from her desk and smiled up at her, waiting. The hand massaging her pussy slowed a bit as she stared, rapt, at my erect dick just standing there at attention, looking like she was really considering it. Then she slowly pried her eyes away from my cock and looked up at me. She licked her lips and paused a moment, and said in a quiet voice, "Okay ... come here." Wow, that was almost too easy. I decided to push my luck a little more and said, "I think I'd really be more comfortable here, though." She just stared at me for a moment then, before she said, "So, you're saying ... what? That I'd be more comfortable kneeling on the floor? Is that it?" Uh-oh, I went too far. I thought about it and said, "Okay, how about I sit on the edge of your desk, behind it, where you normally sit, and you suck me off from your nice leather chair there? How would that be?" Still sitting there smiling at her, waiting. She seemed to like that. She smiled and said, okay, c'mon. I pulled my pants off the rest of the way and walked over to her, as she seated herself snugly into her nice, big leather desk chair, still rubbing her pussy eagerly, and I leaned against the edge of the desk, facing her. She grabbed my cock firmly and leaned forward to place it into her mouth, but then stopped and looked at me, hesitating; the grin broadening slowly on her face. "I think ... I've changed my mind," she said finally. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a condom – how convenient, the little slut – then she opened the package and placed the condom over my dick. She looked up at me and said, "I want to fuck you instead, but ... I'm on top." In a quick motion, she roughly pushed me backward so I was leaning back, resting my elbows on the desktop, and she jumped up onto the desk, straddling me. She reached down between her legs and grasped my cock again, gently guiding it up and into her tight, slippery pussy, so tight I wanted to pop, and then she pushed her weight down onto me to take it all in. "Is this a renegotiation of terms?" I asked in a whisper. "Just my will and desire," she whispered back, "and I always get what I want." She leaned down and kissed me, sliding her tongue around mine, moving her whole body up and down on me, fast, her tight pussy just milking my cock, with her skirt piled up around her waist, her blouse loosely hanging open, framing those beautiful breasts just bouncing around synchronously with her forceful movements. I grabbed her waist with both hands, tight, sliding them down along her hips and buttocks, the flesh jiggling softly with our frantic motion, holding her to me. At one point her secretary buzzed in on the intercom and told her there was a call for her on line two. Without slowing down at all, her voice surprisingly calm and collected, like nothing was going on, she told her to take a message and that we'd be finished with our meeting in about ten, no ... better make that fifteen minutes, thanks ... what's that? Yes everything's fine, thanks again ... and switched off, really letting go with the grunts and groans again, getting right back into it. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, massaging them, fooling with the hard nipples there, pinching them softly and enjoying their firmness. I leaned forward, kissing her, reaching up then to touch the side of her beautiful face and run my hand along the back of her head and into her hair, feeling the softness of it. After a few minutes, she slowed way down and said, "Don't come yet, wait for me," as her thrusts became more deliberate and forceful. "Wait – wait ..." she said, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed tight, concentrating, her pelvis grinding slowly into mine. Then, all of a sudden, she got an excited look on her face and started moving faster again – eyes still closed, her mouth open, but smiling now, going, "Yes, yes, YES! Okay!" panting and grunting, going, "Okay ... now!" still panting, going faster, practically shouting it, saying, "Come now – now!!" And at that moment, on impulse and with no premeditation whatsoever, I lifted her up at the waist with both hands and reached out, setting her right down into that soft leather desk chair of hers. I moved forward quickly, pulling off the condom and grabbing my cock, stroking it hard, coming toward her, spraying her breasts, her face, with my come, spurting out all over her, going, "Oh God, oh yeah, ..." over and over again, pumping furiously at my dick until there was no more come left to erupt from the head of my cock and run lazily down all over her upturned face and lovely, naked breasts, like a pearly white lava flow. She was looking up at me, a little surprised it had seemed at first, maybe even a little angry, probably not expecting the sudden sperm bath I had just given her. But she had been a real sport about it, though, getting right into it, opening her mouth wide and pushing her breasts together to try to catch as much as possible. I staggered back against the desk, the both of us just staring at each other and panting hard, trying to catch our breath. Finally, she got up and reached for some tissues from her desk, wiping her face and breasts off, as I walked around the desk, grabbed my pants, and started putting them on slowly, in no real hurry. "Well, that was ... interesting," she said, "Not quite what I had in mind, but very nice all the same." She smoothed her skirt back down around her legs and started buttoning up her blouse, as she said, "Overall, I'd have to say that pretty much hit the spot. The girls were right, thanks." She sat back down at her desk again and was smoothing out her hair when her secretary buzzed in saying she had a call on line one, should she take a message? "No, I'll take it," she said and picked up the phone, but didn't push the line right away. She looked at me and said, "That will be all, thanks." She went to push the button on the phone, but paused, looking over at me again and said, "Let's get together later next week to go over those negotiations again, okay? Schedule something with my secretary." Then she smiled and looked away, pushing the button and saying into the phone, "Hi, how can I help you?" I said, "Uh ... there's just one more thing ..." She said into the phone, "I'm sorry, could you hold on for just a moment please? Thanks." She placed her hand over the phone, looking over at me, and said, "Yes?" like what is it now? "You have a little something in the corner of your mouth there," pointing at her like, right there, see it? She removed her hand from the phone and brought it up to her face, wiping a tiny little dab of come onto the tip of her middle finger from the corner of her mouth. She looked at it, then over at me, and smiled. She slowly placed her middle finger into her mouth, all the way down to the knuckle, wrapping her lips around it and sucking in her cheeks, her lips forming a perfect "O". She slowly pulled her finger out of her mouth and then licked her lips, looking right at me, and said, "Thanks, I'll see you later, okay?" Still smiling, she turned back to her phone call and said, "Okay, I'm back." I closed the door softly as I left her office and tried, with very little success, to get down to my work for the day. * * * "Mmmm," she said, pulling my cock out of her mouth and turning her head around to look at me. "Your dick tastes really good, you know that?" She was lying on top of me and we were in the 69-position, really going at each other with a lot of lust and gusto. She had been sucking on my cock for a good two minutes or so, apparently giving it all she had, really going to town on my dick, when she had suddenly stopped to share this insight with me, like she was a real connoisseur on the subject or something. I withdrew my tongue and pulled my lips away from her pussy and said, "Now, how would I possibly know that?" "I don't know, maybe some girlfriend told you that once before. I don't normally like the taste so much, but yours tastes pretty good for some reason." She had a hold of my cock and was stroking it gently. She shrugged her shoulders then, like saying, oh well, and went right back down again, shoving my dick deep into the dark recesses of her oral cavity with each downward thrust of her head. We were in the manager's office of D.B.'s Bar and Grill. She was the day shift bartender and waitress, the only employee in the building at the moment. Her boss had gone home early and had left her in charge for the rest of the day. The only other person in the place was some guy sitting out at the bar, watching a ball game on the TV that was mounted in the corner there. She was moaning now, her lips really tight around my cock, thrusting her head up and down fast, as my serpentine tongue playfully slithered all around her slick clit. My own boss had evidently been in a pretty good mood that morning, unexpectedly deciding to give me the afternoon off. So I went home first to shower and change my clothes, and then I went to D.B.'s to get a late lunch. When I walked in the place around two-thirty or so, she already had a beer waiting for me, the waitress did, telling me she had seen my car pull up into the lot. I thanked her and sat down at the bar, grabbing a menu and looking at it, asking her what was good to eat today. She had smiled, looking right at me, and said, "You're looking at her." Then she had winked and walked away, saying, "I'll get you a burger and some fries, how does that sound? It's on special today." I'd been coming here almost every day for lunch for a little while now, a few months at least, and she and I had developed a nice rapport, our manner toward each other naturally becoming increasingly flirtatious over time. I had said to her, "I think I'd rather have what you first offered, if it's all the same to you." She had walked into the kitchen by that time but I could still hear her okay through the opening in the wall where the food orders were placed for pick-up when she said, "Oh, I didn't offer you anything, I just told you what was good to eat." Her head appeared at the food window then and she said, "Besides, that would be dessert. You need to eat your lunch first." Then she had smiled at me and disappeared from view, presumably getting started preparing my meal. That meal had been a pretty good one, the burger and fries, but not as good as the meal I was currently enjoying – sweet pussy pie. My hands were on her hips, pulling her body toward me, the velvety smoothness of her inner thighs rubbing against the sandpaper roughness of the stubble on my face, my tongue moving around inside her pussy, lapping up her juices and swallowing whatever wasn't getting slathered all over my mouth and chin. And she was seemingly enjoying my cock in much the same way, her lips sliding slickly along my dick, her head moving even faster now with all the natural lubrication being produced between the saliva in her mouth and the sperm from my cock. The way we ended up in the office was, after I had finished eating my lunch, she had come over and started clearing away the dishes. She looked over at the guy at the end of the bar to make sure he wasn't paying any attention and then she had leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Ready for dessert now?" and smiled. "Wait a few minutes and then meet me in the office, alright?" She had walked down to the other end of the bar, the opposite end from where the guy was sitting watching the tube, to where the office was. She opened the door and stepped inside, pausing at the threshold to look back at me, before disappearing from view and leaving the office door slightly ajar. I finished my beer and got up, heading for the office. I looked over toward the guy at the bar – yep, still engrossed in the game – and then I stepped quickly through the door and inside, closing the door behind me. She was standing in the middle of the room, waiting for me, her panties and tight blue jeans pushed down around her feet. She was wearing a smock-type apron over what looked like a T-shirt, the apron ending just below the level of her snatch, enhancing the lovely nakedness of those enticingly bare thighs and long slender legs. Her straight, auburn-colored hair fell down just past her shoulders. She stepped out of her jeans and we both simultaneously rushed forward and into each other's arms, kissing fiercely, her hands roaming all over me, undoing my belt buckle and pulling at the zipper, impatient to get my pants off. I guided her over to the small sofa that was up against the far wall and we both lay down on it, my pants finally in a pile at the foot of the sofa, me lying on my back and her right on top of me, turning around then to shove her already wet pussy in my face and going down hard on my cock. Our mouths were really doing a job on each other's genitals – she was coming quite frequently, going "Mmmm," with every orgasmic spasm, her head bobbing increasingly faster, and I was getting close to releasing my sperm geyser right in her mouth – when there was a loud, quick knock on the office door and a voice called out, "When you get a moment, can I have another beer out here please?? Thank you." We both stopped suddenly and just lay there, our mouths frozen in the middle of their carnal occupation of each other's private parts. After a moment, she yanked my dick out of her mouth, pumping it hard in her fist, and yelled out, "I'll be right there, sir!!" And then, in a whisper, she added, "Asshole." She turned her head around to look at me and said, "Sorry. I'll be right back, okay?" She got up and went to the door, her beautiful, bare ass mooning me the whole way, those lovely round mounds of flesh moving up and down hypnotically as she walked. I asked her if she was going to go out there like that, with nothing on but an apron, and she said that he wouldn't be able to see anything as long as she stayed behind the bar, and besides he wasn't paying any attention to anything but the game on TV anyway. She came back a few minutes later and got back on top of me, saying, "See? No problem. Now where were we?" Then she resumed her sloppy enjoyment of my cock and my mouth went back to the sweet, wet, wonderful bliss that was her pussy. I was getting close to orgasm again and she must have sensed it because she began making these "Mm-hmm" kind of sounds over and over again, like she was really agreeing with me about something (or perhaps because she found my cock so agreeable, I'm not sure which). Her hand was loosely stroking my dick ahead of her lips, her tongue sliding smoothly along the shaft of my cock. Her pussy was just flowing with her juices, the broth of her loins, all over and into my mouth, my tongue lapping it all up. And her mouth, her whole head, was just ... sucking ... the sperm right out of my cock, and then – there I went – I let go and shot my come right into the very depths of her mouth and she was just a torrent, a river, into my mouth, practically drowning me, hell, we were drowning each other and didn't care, it was so fantastic, so wonderful, so ... fantastically, wonderfully ... draining. And at that precise moment – while we were unleashing our entire essence into each other, our ecstatic cries muffled by the flesh of our bodies pushed up against each other's faces – the phone in the office began ringing ... but we never even paused for a second. She kept pushing her pussy into my awaiting jaw, and I still thrust my pelvis into her beautiful face, harder, squeezing every last drop of our whole being into one another, slowing down only when our orgasmic rhythms began to wane. One Glorious Day The phone was still ringing – God only knows for how long – when she eventually got up off me and walked lazily over to the phone on the desk by the door, wiping herself off with the inside of her apron and staggering a little, like she'd had a little too much to drink – which I suppose she had. She picked up the phone and said, "D.B.'s," and then paused, listening. She said into the phone, "Yeah, everything's fine." She listened some more and then said, "Okay, I'll see you later. Bye." She looked over at me and said, "That was just the boss checking in." I had gotten up off of the sofa and was pulling my pants back on. She said, "Well now, that'll be twenty dollars even," and then she just looked at me, waiting. I stared at her in disbelief and said after a moment's pause, "You're kidding. You're actually going to charge me??" She just kept looking at me with her brow slightly furrowed, like she didn't quite understand something, then her face brightened and she said, "No, not for the lay, silly. That was on the house – because I like you." She walked over to me, grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me long and very tenderly before saying, "But you still owe me for the food and beer, sweetie." Oh ... okay. So I paid the bill, gave her a twenty-dollar tip, and went home one very satisfied customer. * * * She kept looking at herself in the large mirror on the wall at the head of the bed, where the headboard would normally be. We were in her bedroom on her king-size bed, a nice one with red satin sheets on it, and we'd been in here screwing like mad for what seemed like a few hours now. It was a somewhat small room and the bed took up most of the space in it: a nice little sex-playground, dark, with no other lighting besides the several small candles burning in sconces along the walls. She was on top of me, slowly grinding up and down on my dick, and she was just gazing at herself in the mirror intently, as though she really liked the show that was being presented there. And she certainly knew how to put on a show. She was cupping her breasts and rubbing the nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, staring rapt into the mirrors, entranced. The large mirror at the head of the bed was actually a set of four framed full-length mirrors, about a foot or so in width, set on the wall a few inches apart, creating the illusion of a window of sorts, through which we could watch some other couple having sex in the next room – who also happened to be watching us. We were old friends from childhood, all the way through high school, but we had eventually lost touch and hadn't seen each other for many years. So it came as a complete surprise when I happened to run into her earlier in the day, around five o'clock or so, at the gym. She said she'd been going to that gym for years, which was strange because I'd been going there for years as well, but we had never run across each other until today. I didn't even know she was living in the same city as I was. I guess life can just be funny that way. Her hair was a reddish color, about shoulder length with blonde highlights in it, and her somewhat pale complexion almost seemed to glow in the candlelight. She was a cute little thing with a beautiful smile, slender yet slightly muscular – her time at the gym having apparently paid off – and her breasts, while not large, were nice and firm and fit snugly in my hands; I just loved to squeeze them softly, feeling the hard nipples poking into my palms. She had agreed very enthusiastically earlier at the gym when I asked her out to dinner, so I had gone home, showered, and taken a short nap before heading out to pick her up at her apartment a few hours later. Twilight was just starting to get settled in when we left her place in my car and headed for the restaurant, about a half-hour drive or so. We were on the interstate heading downtown, roughly ten minutes into the ride – neither one of us talking much along the way – when she turned to me suddenly and said, "I wonder ... do you still taste the same?" I looked over at her, not quite understanding what she meant, when she said, "There's something I've always wanted to try ..." Then she reached over and quickly unzipped my pants, fished my rapidly stiffening cock out from my underwear, and began sucking me off – quite lustily I might add, like she had been starving for some stiff dick for too long a time now and was finally willing to indulge herself completely. The entire way to the restaurant – cars passing us frequently, thankfully no one paying any attention to anything we were doing – she sucked on my dick quite vigorously. Once we were in the restaurant parking lot, I quickly pulled into the nearest empty space, and, reaching carefully under her waist to grab the transmission lever between the seats, I put the car into park ... just as I blew my load right into the back of her mouth and straight down her throat, crying out hoarsely, "Oh ... God." She sucked it all down excitedly, and when she was done, she raised her head up to me and smiled, saying, "Mmmm, thanks." But just then something outside must have caught her attention because she glanced out the driver's side window and suddenly froze; her eyes wide and her mouth hanging slightly open and slowly forming into a small smile, her lips and chin still glistening with a fresh coat of my come. She chuckled quietly as she said, "You gotta be kidding me." I turned my head slowly to the left, panting steadily, and that's when I noticed the elderly couple in the car next to ours, just staring over at us: the woman in the passenger's seat looking almost indignant – glaring at us like we had just personally insulted her or something – while the man in the driver's seat, presumably her husband, just smiled and gave me a knowing nod. Then he quickly backed the car out of the parking space, tires squealing, and drove off into the night. We both had a good laugh about it, as she wiped off her mouth with some tissues that were stuffed in the glove box; then we got out of the car and went inside. We asked the waitress to seat us in a more secluded and intimate area of the restaurant – somewhere dark – and she complied readily. We ordered drinks first, then our food, and then ... we just talked. We talked while we ate, about growing up, about being neighbors and playing together almost every day after school. We talked about the first time we kissed, of course; the first time we felt each other up, pawing at each other like we were the first explorers of some as-yet undiscovered country. Hot for each other as soon as puberty set in, but at the same time remaining the exceptionally close friends we always had been, sharing our respective hopes and fears, as friends do. We talked about going steady in high school, the first time she gave me a blow job: under the bleachers, in her cheerleader's uniform right before her practice; and the times we would cut class for a quickie in the backseat of my car or in an empty classroom somewhere. Loving each other without saying it, until the night she had to move away – quite suddenly – our junior year, right before prom, her father starting a new job out of state somewhere, and now she had to go. As a matter of fact, I almost did tell her I loved her then, the night she told me she was leaving. We made love that night, and it was right on the tip of my tongue to tell her, but it never came out, and afterwards I was glad I hadn't told her. We had written to each other quite often at first (this was before the advent of the internet) – but then, predictably, our letters became increasingly infrequent, and then subtly nonexistent. We had inadvertently moved on. But now – right now, it was really good seeing her again. Damn good. She was still riding slowly up and down on top of me, her eyes closed now, and I reached up and softly grabbed her around the waist, flipping her over onto her back. I hastily pushed my cock back into her tight pussy again and began pumping her steadily and firmly – quick, forceful thrusts – leaning down to kiss her long and slow. Then I pushed myself up and just gazed into the mirror as she closed her eyes and smiled, the two of us thrusting and fucking ... going back to dinner earlier, remembering ... After we had finished eating, but before paying the check, I was suddenly struck by an interesting and quite exciting idea, so I said to her, "If anyone asks, I'm in the bathroom," and looking around quickly to make sure the coast was clear, I ducked under the table, the long tablecloth hiding me nicely, and reached up under her dress to yank her panties off and slide my tongue deep into her awaiting pussy. She had seemed a little startled at first, beginning to say, "Why would anyone ask ..." then going, "Ohh ..." when I dove right into her warm, wet pussy with my lips and tongue in full flight. And then she really started to get into it, pushing her pelvis into my mouth eagerly and cradling my head gently in her hands. I don't know how long I was down there, but just when I felt like she was right on the cusp of climax, I felt her body stiffen and I heard the waitress's voice say, "How is everything?" She stopped the motion of my head and held it still in her hands, as I heard her calmly say to the waitress, "Oh, believe me ... right now, everything is just fine." The waitress said, "Are you ready for some dessert now, or do you just want me to bring the check?" She hesitated before saying, "Yes, dessert sounds good – I think we'll each have a slice of ... cherry pie. Oh, and the check too please. Thanks." I heard the waitress say, "Okay" and then presumably move off to get our dessert, because she gently smacked the back of my head a few times and said quietly, "Okay, go ahead ... but hurry." So I went back to work on her and shortly after that she came, all over my mouth, practically saturating my tongue with her sweet, nectar-like fluids. All I heard from her was a quiet "Ohh ..." and then I felt her body slowly relax. I kept on stroking her pussy with my tongue for a little bit, eliciting a few quivers from her vulva, then I pulled away and grabbed my napkin from the seat next to me, mopping my mouth off with it. After a moment, she smacked me again, this time on the cheek, and said, "Okay, it's safe to come up now." But just as I was getting up from under the table, the waitress came around the corner with our pies in hand, looked right at me – still crouched halfway under the table, wiping my mouth clean with a napkin, and my date sitting there, looking sweaty and disoriented – and stopped short. After a pause, looking from one of us to the other, she composed herself and carefully set the plates and the check down on the table, saying, "I'll take this whenever you're ready," and she walked away, grinning broadly at us with apparent understanding and tacit approval. And again we had a good laugh about it. After dinner, I drove her back to her apartment, where she asked me if I'd like to come inside. Well ... of course I would. So we went inside and straight into her bedroom, where we immediately stripped and jumped into her bed, right into each other's arms and started fucking like animals, hot for each other once again after all these years. And here we were, still at it so many hours later; surprisingly not even close to being tired yet, both of us still seemingly full of spunk and with plenty of energy to burn off. She rolled over suddenly, on all fours and turned her head around to look at me. She didn't say anything and neither did I. I just stuck my cock right back into her and started fucking her from behind, roughly. We were both looking at each other and ourselves in the mirror, facing it now, as she sat up and brought her hands up behind her and grasped my head, her fingers sifting through my hair, my hands running from her hips up along her ribs to her breasts, across those hard, pencil eraser-like nipples – the whole time thrusting my dick into her fiercely – then back down across her smooth stomach and even further, down along her thighs to rub the tip of her wonderfully wet pussy with my forefingers. And I just kept stabbing my hefty cock harder and harder into her, my dick sliding smoothly in and out of her; but she was insanely tight, so tight it was getting increasingly harder to hold off the inevitable orgasm and then without warning – POP! – I just completely let loose, the come flooding, just bursting right out of my cock; so hard, in fact, that for a tiny moment there I was actually afraid the condom was going to break. I cried out, "Uhhh!" in an almost embarrassingly pleading way. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head and she closed them partway, her mouth hanging open just a little, letting out a long, soft moan. She smiled as my thrusts began to slow down and I could feel her pussy squeezing hard against my dick with each push. I turned her head toward me, both of us panting heavily – my dick still moving in and out of her – and kissed her on the mouth, then along her neck and shoulder, my hands caressing her body softly and pulling her to me, tight, as I said to her, "God I love you. You know ... I think," still panting and thrusting slowly, "I think I've always loved you." She looked at me in the mirror and I looked at her, both of us smiling, satiated and satisfied, our genitals still massaging each other tenderly. She sighed and said, "Yeah? Well, do you know how long I've waited to hear you say it?" She paused then slightly, our eyes locked onto the same spot in the mirror – into each other's eyes – before saying, "I love you too. I always have." She smiled at me and we kissed once more and then, after a brief rest and some more catching up, we made intense love again. Afterwards, I told her that I had to go; reluctantly, of course, still groping at each other and kissing lustily, until I finally managed to pull myself away and she said, well, okay, just call me tomorrow. I said I would and as I was leaving, I paused in the bedroom doorway and looked back over at her, just lying there, already asleep, her breathing falling into that deep, steady rhythm of pure unconsciousness, when I knew – I just knew: she was the one. She was the one for me. She was the one that almost got away, but now she was back in my life and it would be different this time – we would live happily ever after. I blew her a kiss goodnight and left. And I didn't know it at the time, of course – couldn't know it – but within a year, she became my wife. * * * She turned to me and said, "You know ... we could join them." And then after a small pause she said, "If you want to, that is." I looked over at her, sitting on the other side of the couch from me, and then slowly followed her nod and subsequent gaze past me into the bedroom, to the two of them – the blonde and the brunette, her roommates – writhing around on the bed together, bare-ass naked, groping and kissing each other all over, one wet from the shower, the other still a little wet from the pool, both of them working around now to suck on the other's wet pussy, mashing pelvis into face, and moaning quietly but excitedly. "They include me on occasion, and I know they're both hot for you, so ... what do you say?" She looked over at me expectantly. What to do. I had just gotten back from my new girlfriend's place, around 2 AM or so, and was heading up the stairs to my door, when I saw her standing in her apartment doorway, right across from mine, and she said, "Hey stranger, care to get reacquainted?" She had obviously been drinking ... but then so had I. She was younger than me, in her early thirties, and I had to say, she looked damn good – just standing there in her flimsy tank-top with no bra on, nipples poking noticeably into the fabric, her short shorts riding up into her tight crotch; smiling that charming and disarming smile of hers, her beautiful face framed by her long, fiery red hair – I was hooked. So I said, sure, and followed her inside. Red (as I liked to call her) had gotten us each a wine cooler, saying sorry, I'm out of beer, and then we had sat down on the couch, drinking our drinks, her continuously radiant smile and the excited gleam in her eyes suggesting that she was horny as hell and out on the prowl. Perhaps she could even smell the musk of sex that still clung to me from my date earlier in the evening. Red and I had dated for a while, right after I had first moved into the building about a year ago, but she quickly became disillusioned by my incapacity at the time to commit to a long-term relationship, so we had split up and she ended up getting engaged to some other guy. And I just slept around a lot. Through the bedroom doorway, on the bed, I could see the two of them – the blonde and the brunette – had shifted to a new position: the brunette was on all fours and had her head between the blonde's legs, moving it around furiously between them, her fingers reaching beneath her torso to stroke her own pussy, her beautiful tight ass pointing straight at me, right in my line of sight; and the blonde was sitting upright against the headboard, with her eyes closed and a serious, concentrated expression resting solemnly on her face, her hands pressed firmly against the brunette's gyrating head. Then, as if sensing that I was watching them – or rather, her – the blonde slowly opened her eyes and smiled right at me; I smiled back. She closed them again and leaned her head back, still smiling and seemingly reveling in her glorious circumstance. Earlier, on the couch, Red had started telling me about how she had just broken up with so-and-so and was feeling a little bit down about it, when the blonde, wearing a tight, little two-piece bathing suit that left virtually nothing to the imagination and was still soaking wet from the pool, had come in through the front door, yelling, "I'm home." When she saw me, she squealed with excitement and rushed over eagerly, smiling and saying, "Well hi!" pulling me off the couch and squeezing me tight – pressing her firm, bounteous breasts into my chest and getting my shirt soaked in the process – and dropping her hand down to grab my ass and give it a soft squeeze before she sat down between us on the couch and started going on about how those building security assholes had just thrown her and her friends out of the fucking pool because it was after hours – can you believe that shit? I had met Blondie (as I liked to call her) while I was dating Red, about a year ago, when they had only been roommates for about a month or so. Blondie was in her early twenties and was a dedicated party girl at heart. She was very friendly and outgoing, but she had a tendency to rub Red the wrong way, particularly where I was concerned. She liked to grab at my crotch playfully whenever we were in the pool together – or just about anywhere else, for that matter – hugging and rubbing up against me all the time, practically falling out of her bathing suit, making Red jealous but defending her actions, saying: it doesn't mean anything, we're just playing around, having some fun. Chill out. How they could remain roommates I'll never know. Red and I kept watching the two of them on the bed, thrashing around and moaning loudly now as though they were the only beings in existence. She slowly slid over closer to me on the couch, putting her hand on my thigh, and said, "Or, we could go into my room ... and be alone for a while." And again, after a pause, she added, "If you want to, that is." I looked over at her momentarily – but my gaze slowly drifted back, drawn to the bedroom doorway, watching the spectacle unfolding there, watching the brunette in particular ... They had shifted their positions again and Blondie had her head between the brunette's legs now. The brunette was lying on her back, her head hanging down over the edge of the bed. She had her eyes closed and was kneading her breasts slowly. She opened her eyes, stared straight at me, and smiled. I smiled back and she closed her eyes again, her face radiating pure joy and contentment. One Glorious Day Earlier, when the three of us – Red, Blondie, and I – were sitting on the couch drinking and talking, I noticed that Blondie's attention kept straying to the open bedroom doorway. When I looked over, I could see why. The brunette had been in the shower and had just come out of the bathroom and was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a small towel wrapped around her body and, apparently, looking into a mirror on the wall, combing her hair. Her exposed shoulders and thighs were still wet from the shower, the small droplets of water glistening on her smooth body like jewels in the soft light of the bedroom. I had met Raven (as I liked to call her) shortly after she had moved in with Red and Blondie a few months ago. She had long, glossy black hair and an absolutely stunning figure. She was somewhere in her mid-twenties and shared the room with Blondie, the two of them having more in common than Blondie and Red did. She had been a little stand-offish toward me at first, maybe just a little shy, but she had slowly warmed up to me, and we would often talk to each other out by the pool, her lying down on a lounge chair in the sun, smiling and laughing, wearing shades and looking cool, working on her tan in a small, tight bikini that conformed beautifully to the sumptuous curves of her body. She had kept looking over at the three of us sitting on the couch out of the corner of her eye, still combing her hair but sneaking glances at us to see if we were paying any attention to her; and we were – at least Blondie and I were. Red just kept going on about her ex-boyfriend or something; it was hard to focus with a gorgeous semi-naked woman sitting in the next room, trying to attract our attention. Then Blondie, apparently unable to restrain herself any longer, suddenly got up and went into the bedroom, stripping off her wet bathing suit along the way. When she got there, she ripped off Raven's towel, grabbed her by the shoulders, and threw her back onto the bed; and then they just went at it ... with an almost animal-like ferocity. Red and I just sat there staring at them in silence, stunned, for what seemed like a very long time. That was when she had asked me if I wanted to join them ... or go to her bedroom, to be alone she had said. I was completely numb; I didn't know what to think. I said, "Well, I'm ... sort of seeing someone right now ..." my attention still mostly centered on the bedroom doorway and its erotic tableaux. "Well, I won't tell her. Will you?" I just sat there, thinking about it. She slowly moved her hand down my thigh and onto my crotch, gently squeezing the growing bulge there, and whispered in my ear, "Don't think. Come on." She leaned over and kissed me softly, gently caressing my hard-on through my pants, and then she got up and walked slowly to the bedroom, shedding her shorts and tank top as she went, leaving them strewn across the floor along with Blondie's wet, discarded bathing suit. She turned at the threshold, completely naked, and said it again quietly, "Come on," ... and then she slid onto the bed and straight into their embraces. It was quite a sight to behold, believe me: the three of them just kissing and caressing each other on the bed, rolling around and moaning. I just sat there watching them for a while, all of them fully engaged in their present carnal occupation of each other and seemingly no longer aware of, nor interested in, my presence. All I could do was just sit there and watch them. I tried to think about my girlfriend, and the myriad reasons not to go in there – into the bedroom – and betray her. But it was hard. I was hard. My hand subconsciously found its way down to my crotch and rubbed the hard-on there, pushing into it, provoking it. Keeping both eyes firmly planted on the bedroom doorway, I slowly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, liberating my extremely stiff cock from my underwear. Now, I'm not sure just what my true intentions were at that precise moment – and believe me when I tell you I'm not ordinarily prone to premature ejaculation – but as soon as my cock was fast within my firm grip, it happened. I just couldn't help it. Red was lying right in the center of the bed, flat on her back, with Raven's head thrust between her legs and moving around furiously. Like earlier with Blondie, Raven was on all fours, her beautiful ass staring straight at me, and she was reaching under her body to savagely rub her own wet and glistening pussy, while Blondie was sitting smack dab on Red's face, gyrating her hips around, going, "yeah ... yeah ... yeah ..." both rhythmically and melodically, grabbing her firm bouncy breasts with both hands and clutching them tightly, the mattress squeaking noisily the whole time, when Blondie opened her eyes, looked right at me and smiled – and the semen just exploded from my cock. My seed rained down all over their coffee table, in long pearly-white ribbons, all over the half eaten pizza that was sitting there, all over (and a little into) a half-full wine cooler bottle, all while their moans and wails reached up to a fevered, erotic pitch, like they were a throng of sinful, lustful banshees – or the Sirens of Odysseus himself, determined to lure me into their erotic clutches. I came and came until finally there was nothing left to come out of me, my dick throbbing fast and hard. Embarrassed, I quickly zipped up my pants and cleaned up my mess with some napkins I found lying on the table and quietly left, their ecstatic cries muted only after I was safely locked away behind my own apartment door. I decided I needed a cold shower and some sleep. I worked my way through the dark apartment to my bedroom doorway and put my finger on the light-switch, when I heard a voice say, "What took you so long? I've been waiting here for over an hour." I knew who it was even before I turned on the light. "Hi Lori," I said into the darkness. I flipped the switch and there she was on my bed, leaning back against the headboard, wearing some sexy, skimpy, see-through aqua blue lingerie and smiling broadly at me, her long, dark, slightly disheveled hair flowing down over her shoulders. I smiled and said, "What have you been doing here for the last hour, just lying alone in the dark?" "Oh – not much, just lying here peacefully, thinking about you ... and masturbating." Her smile widened. Wow. She was the landlord's daughter, at least eighteen years old (I think) and sexy as hell, definitely a model-in-waiting. She must have stolen her father's apartment pass-key and let herself in. "Why don't you come over here and join me," she said, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out toward me, as she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She removed it and tossed it off to the side in a quick motion, and then reached down to slowly, seductively slide her tiny panties down around her legs, leaving her completely naked. She flipped her panties at me with her foot and giggled, her level gaze never leaving my eyes. "I'm tired of playing with myself. Now I think I want to play with you for a while." She slowly rubbed her hands across her breasts a few times, playing with the hardened nipples there, and then she delicately inched her hands down along her smooth, tight stomach, to rest softly between her legs, and started stroking that moist, pink pussy with her fingers, watching me and waiting. My hand was still on the light switch. I looked over at the bedside table, at the half-dozen or so condoms just sitting there, waiting. I noticed the clock on the table read 4:03 AM. I hesitated, thinking. I tried hard to picture my girlfriend, desperate to remember the wonderful time we had at dinner earlier, and the fabulous sexual marathon we had engaged in at her apartment afterward, not so long ago. But the girl lying on my bed, naked, waiting for it, wanting it and wanting me, the fresh memories of the orgy that was probably still going on in the apartment across the hall, my underwear still wet and my dick still sticky and growing harder by the second ... what should I do? What did I do?? Well ... what would you do? The End