0 comments/ 16265 views/ 0 favorites Something to Remember By: LucOuarm Rita was horny. Her boyfriend Bob was leaving for a two week training session and the anticipated absence was driving Rita to distraction. What was she going to do without him for two weeks? They had just started going steady a month ago after she let him fuck her for the first time. She had known that was the last barrier that lay between their constant dating and the exclusive and even closer commitment to each other. She already loved him and knew that his love for her was growing. Rita could tell by the way he looked at her and touched her. All that he needed to do was to say some words without any prompting from her; she expected to hear those words soon. Unfortunately, Bob was leaving the next day. Rita just could not keep her hands off him. She wanted to fill herself up with him and wear him out at the same time. He would spend the next two weeks thinking about her and what they had done during their last hours together. "Rita honey, I need to pack," Bob managed to say as she rubbed her soft breasts against his face. She had come to his apartment an hour before, claiming that she would help him get ready for the trip. That plan lasted all of fifteen minutes. After that they were entwined nakedly on his bed. Now they were cooling off with his thick semen imbedded deep inside her wet pussy. This was how she wanted to get him ready for the trip. Rita moved her soft, curvy body against Bob. Rita was endowed with wide hips and a narrow waist that emphasized both her hips and her breasts. "Are you telling me you don't want to do it again?" she asked innocently as she lightly rested her hand on his semi-soft cock, still moist from their love juices. "We can't," Bob protested, fighting the urge to begin all over as Rita lifted her shapely leg on top of him, allowing her knee to slide up to his groin. "I need to get some packing done, or I'll be up until two in the morning. I have a seven am flight to Milwaukee. Remember?" He slipped away from her and reached for his briefs, but she was faster and snatched them away. He looked down at her grinning up at him, a naked expanse of treasures. He wondered how he merited such a fine, sexy woman. "Why bother getting dressed," Rita suggested, as she rose. "We can pack your things and then entertain each other again." She had already planned to spend the night and did not care how long it took to pack. She had her own plan for him at two am also. She turned away, picked up a tee shirt from his fresh laundry, and began to fold it neatly. Bob looked at her her firm round ass and the curves of her legs down to her slim ankles. He was going to have a hard time leaving her for two weeks. He started to pick through his closet, deciding what to take. He laid some clothes on the bed next to the growing stacks of folded laundry from Rita's efforts. As they worked, they looked at the other's naked flesh. Slowly Bob's two suitcases filled. Now and then he would recall some new item that needed to be packed, sometimes with Rita's prompting. She really was helping him. She had moved aroung behind him and pressed herself against him. He could feel her soft breasts on his back and looked down at her delicate fingers moving across his chest. He could feel her warm breath against him and then felt her lips kissing his bare flesh. His cock was swelling again. He put his arms behind him and stroked her sides. Apparently, it was time for a break. Bob twisted around and looked down at her pretty face as she smiled up at him. She was such a beauty. He leaned over and slid his hands down and grabbed her ass. He lightly raked her back with his nails and kneaded those places he had learned needed extra attention. "God, Rita, you are such a beautiful lady," He murmured as he pressed his lips against hers. "You are making it so difficult for me to leave you; I can't stand it." "We need to make the best of these hours," she answered. Her hands were on his hard ass, admiring the strength of the muscles that always pounded his cock into her eager pussy. "You are so perfect," he sighed as he cupped a breast in his hand. "Oh, Bob, you're big today!" Rita answered, attempting to wrap her soft hand around his thick, firm penis. She slid her other hand down and weighed his balls. She massaged them gently by rubbing them together. Bob's fingers were slipping into her wet cunt as he leaned to kiss her nipples. "Yes, Bob, yes," she urged, "just like that; rub my pussy." He fingered her wet twat and felt her hips moving against him. Her own hands were beginning to pump his cock. The bed was still covered with clothing and suitcases. Bob pulled Rita with him as he settled to the rug. He slowly reclined and allowed her to straddle his hips. Rita lowered herself down until her moist labia were against the big purple head of his cock. She fed it into her wet slit and guided it to the mouth of her vagina. Bob remained still and let Rita position herself; he felt her thrusting down more to push him inside. She lowered herself gradually as she eased the full length of his penis inside her. "Oh, Bob, that feels sooooo good." she purred as she felt herself filled to satiation with his thickness. She began to rock back and forth, forcing his cock to slide in and out. Bob reached up and began to fondle and cup her soft breasts. He pushed one hand down her stomach and began massaging her clitoral hood, feeling her clitoris expand under her fingers. Rita leaned herself toward him so that her nipples were near his mouth. He understood her need and began tonguing them. Rita moaned and pushed a breast into his mouth. He sucked her areola completely inside his mouth as he rubbed her nipple with his tongue. Her body began to quiver as her climax began. She moaned and fell forward onto him; her breast pulled out of his mouth and pressed with its twin onto his chest. He eased her along with upward thrusts of his own hips. Rita lay on him as she moaned. Bob used this moment to roll Rita onto her back so that he was on top. He began his pistoning in and out of her with long strokes that pulled his cock almost completely from its wet sheath, before again thrusting deep into her belly. Bob pounded against her mons as he probed her depth. Rita's gasps became louder. "Fuck me, Bobby!" she demanded, "Fuck me hard, darling. Oh god! I'm coming again, ohhhh." Rita exploded. The sensation of Bob's deep plunging, as well the feel of his naked flesh between her legs brought her to ecstacy. "OH, BOB, OH, BOB, OH..." she chanted softly as she felt her orgasm flood over her. Bob was getting close himself; he could feel this semen boiling up inside his groin. He heard Rita breathing deeply and felt her hips begin to assist his thrusting. She slipped a hand down and fingered his balls. "Oh, Rita, ohhh..." he moaned and began to spurt his hot cum into her. He pushed as deeply as he could with each spasm, allowing his semen to flood into the depths of her vagina. Bob slowly moved against her, draining the totality of his liquid from himself. He eased himself down on top of her, her soft breasts against his chest. Rita opened her eyes, and regarded Bob with a loving smile. "Was that ok, my little honey bunch?" he asked her softly. "Oh yes, sweetheart," she laughed, reaching up to kiss him. "That was more than ok; that was the best yet." He lifted himself off her and they lay next to each other on the rug. She got up at last. "I want to take a shower and make us a little supper. I'll use up some of the food in the fridge." Bob heard the water running as he gathered some personal care items. He pulled out each bureau drawer to remind himself of any other item for the trip. He saw his briefs on the bed and slipped them on. Rita came out of this bathroom with an old tee shirt on her upper body. It only came down to to her mound so he could see her dark fur and lips sticking out below the hem. Rita turned away toward his kitchen. The bottoms of her ass cheeks rotated under her shirt as she walked. Bob knew he had to have her again, and soon. Rita prepared a light supper and mixed some sangria with fruit slices and ice. While she was working, Bob freshened himself under the shower and put on some clean briefs. She placed the food on the coffee table, and they sat on the couch nibbling and sipping, looking only casually at a news program, but mostly at each other. There was a way her mouth moved as she ate. It was so cute. There were so many ways she moved and posed that fascinated him, the way her fingers touched her food, how she held her glass. Rita caught him staring at her. "What?" she asked. Her face was so pretty! "I love you," he said. The words emerged from him spontaneously. Rita put out her soft hand and Bob took it in his own. "And I love you, my sweetheart," she replied, smiling at him. Somehow they managed to eat and drink some more without spilling it on themselves because their eyes rarely left each other. They moved closer together sipping their drinks and staring. Bob examined the face he was now seeing for the first time, and Rita watched his eyes move over her. They cleaned up and then looked over the status of his packing. The few items left were laid out on his bureau along with his tickets, keys, and wallet. Bob lifted the suitcases off the bed and placed them out of the way on the floor. Rita straightened out the bed. "Maybe we need to get to bed early," she suggested. She lifted the shirt over her head. Bob admired the way her breasts moved with that action. Rita lay down on the bed. "Yes," he agreed. "We should try to rest." They both knew that there would be little rest that night. He slid his briefs off and sat on the edge of the bed looking down at her. Her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow. He put his hand on her stomach and let it slide about as he felt her skin. He fingered her mons and its soft hair. His fingers slipped down between her legs. She edged her thighs apart so he could probe deeper. Bob had been seeing it all night; now he had to have it. He lowered his face down and could savor its fine aroma. He moved and pushed her legs apart. Rita knew what he wanted and spread herself wide. He began kissing at her ankle and worked along her leg toward his goal. Finally his lips were pressed against her labia and his tongue was slipping between them. Rita wanted to be orally pleasured too; her hands reached down and stroked his hair as he ate her sweet pussy. Bob stroked her inner lips and clitoral hood. She gyrated her pelvis against his mouth as he stimulated her more. Bob probed her vagina with his tongue and then moved up to her clitoris again. He slipped two fingers inside her and felt for her G-spot. Rita pressed his face into her pussy with her hands as she came and groaned with a shudder. Bob rose to push his cock into her again, but Rita pulled him down and moved between his legs. "Don't you want me to fuck you again?" he asked. "I want to do this," Rita replied, and engulfed his throbbing erection inside her mouth. She relaxed her throat and took the entire length inside her. She let it slide out slowly and licked its length. She kissed her way down to his balls and sucked each into her mouth. Her tongue ran up the underside and she sucked him into her warm mouth, rubbing her tongue against the big head. She bobbed her head as she sucked, up and down. Bob propped his head up with a pillow so he could watch her lips sliding up and down his penis. Rita adjusted her rhythm, holding him back from his climax and torturing him. Bob began to thrust into her mouth, hands gripping the bed. Rita felt him getting closer and closer until his body shivered with excitement. She gently squeezed his balls and stroked his cock with her fingers. Bob exploded into her mouth with a loud moan. He felt her swallowing as he spurted his semen into her mouth. Rita's lips were pressed around his cock. Rita made sure she had taken all of his cum before removing her mouth. "It was almost too much to bear!" Bob gasped. He trembled, recovering from his orgasm as he reached for her. She moved up and they kissed deeply, tasting the other's juices. "Was that good, sweetheart?" Rita whispered. "Did you really like that?" "Honey, I have never had such a good blowjob," he answered frankly. "I liked doing that to you, Bobby," she admitted. She noticed how he had wanted to eat her out and did so with enthusiasm. Bob and Rita snuggled with arms about one another and kissed tenderly. The caresses slowed as their eyes closed and they fell asleep. Something To Remember Me By My going away party was winding down. I wasn't going to miss this place but I would miss the people. That was for certain. All of the other bosses had gone and only Chrissie and myself remained as well as Tim, Ron, and Frank. They were always like my older brothers and they had always looked after me. I was 36 and had been with the company for almost ten years. We all joked that we had to keep sending each other e-mails. "The nastier the better" Tim said referring to how I always sent good, funny and sometimes raunchy e-mail to them. Tim asked if he could still send me e-mails when he had sweet dreams about my ass (my best feature, I've been told). "Sure" I answered feeling a little light headed from all the wine I'd drank. "Will you still tell me about that 8" mushroom of yours?" I joked back. Tim had mentioned several times that he had something he knew I would love. We moved from the restaurant part to the bar and had one more round of drinks. I danced with all three guys and was standing by the table when Tim excused himself to pee. Tim was 6'3" and weighed close to 300 lbs. Yes he was overweight but in a big teddy-bear kind of way. I playfully leaned back and rubbed my ass against him and he froze and let me rub against him a few more seconds. I could feel him getting hard so I stopped. "Thanks. Now that you made pissing near impossible." Everyone laughed but I could tell Chrissie was a little embarrassed by my actions. She was my age and married and fairly straight-laced. She joined in on our sexual dialogues from time to time but she was timid compared to us once we got going. I felt really sad when it was time to go because I knew I'd be leaving these guys, my friends. As we talked in the parking lot I suggested they all come to my house and I could make them coffee so they didn't drive home drunk. Everyone agreed but Chrissie who said her husband was waiting for her. It wasn't strange for me because I had gone out to dinner with just the three men before. Like I said, we were all friends for a very long time. The guys knew my husband was in New York on a business trip, I had mentioned it earlier. My husband wasn't the social butterfly. He was a wealthy man and traveled often on business and as far as I could tell, was not faithful. But I was living with things I'd never imagined so I never complained. "Let's go" Ron said and we headed towards our cars. That's when I saw Eddie's car still in the lot. Eddie worked with us. He was 23 and I was good-friends with his mom who also worked with me. His dad was one of my first Internet buddies, a retired professor who sent me many of the e-mails I passed along to the others. He was slumped in the seat and for a quick moment I panicked he was injured or dead but he moved when he saw me coming. He smiled and rolled the window down. Turns out he forgot his key which he said was a habit and that it was too late to go home. He spotted Ron and got out of the car. He said Ron had a set of keys for his house since he lived close by. We all talked and Ron said he didn't have the key but it was no problem. He said to come back with us for coffee and then they would leave and he could follow Ron home and get the key. So off we went, what a group. Tim as I mentioned was a huge man. He was big and burly. He was 54 and divorced over 20 years. He lived in the suburbs with his sister and mother. He got lucky once in a while but it was rare and we all joked him about it. I knew he had an innocent crush on me and I figured he really did admire my ass because he certainly commented on it enough. Ron was 56 and married with grown children. He was in pretty good shape but probably a few pounds overweight and not as firm as he was in his younger days. I knew his wife from various functions over the years and she was very pleasant. Ron was closing in on his 30th anniversary, a rare feat these days. Frank was in his mid 40's and in great shape. He was a typical tall, dark Italian. Wide shoulders and black hair and olive skin, we (the other ladies and myself) would joke and we wondered if he was a good lover or not. One of the women would often tease him and ask him if he had a real "Italian Sausage" in his pants. I admit that Frank crept into my fantasies from time to time when I was masturbating. He was married with three children and from what I knew, an uptight wife at home. And now Eddie was joining us. He was a very handsome, shy kid. He was very popular with the women at work who loved to tease him about being the youngest stud in the roost. From what his mom said he was also very popular with the ladies his own age and it wasn't uncommon for him to spend a Friday or Saturday night away from home. He had just graduated from college and come to work with us. It was almost a year now. His thick, black curly hair and dark eyes added to his ethnic look (he was Greek). When we got to my home about ten or fifteen minutes away I gave them all a quick nickel tour since none had ever seen my home before. When I took them upstairs to see the exercise room we had I heard Tim ask me if this was where the magic happened. He was looking in my bedroom and I told him that it certainly was. We made our way downstairs to the family room. When they saw the 60" television they commented on how good it must be to watch sports on it. Tim said, "Fuck sports, I bet porn looks amazing on that" and without thinking I said "it really does look awesome" and they all looked at me and we all shared a laugh. I excused myself to go back upstairs and make us all coffee and told them to put whatever they wanted on. I told them the interesting DVD's were locked in the wooden cabinet and that the key was in the top drawer. They all laughed but while I was in the kitchen I could hear the unmistakable sounds of porn on the T.V. It didn't bother me at all. I was just worried about Eddie. I didn't want these old perverts to corrupt him. I decided to change while the coffee was brewing and went upstairs and stripped away my work clothes and opted for a pair of workout pants and a loose top. I couldn't believe it but my panties had become very wet. I decided to change them as well and put on the usual thong I wore with those pants (they were snug). Besides that, my shirt hung down low enough not to show just how these pants hugged my curves. I put the coffee on the tray and found the three of them sitting on the large leather sofa watching porn as I suspected. I asked them where Eddie was and they said he saw something in the game room that interested him. I put the coffee down and found him playing one of the many pinball machines my husband collected. I asked him if he was all right and he said he was fine. I told him he was welcome to come back inside because I was planning on putting an end to the adult theatre in there. He said he'd be in shortly. I tussled his hair and told him I was going to miss him and that he was such a sweet kid. He blushed and told me he'd miss me too. When I rejoined the guys Tim was looking through our adult selections and commented that all the DVD's were of amateur porn. I told him it was the only kind of porn my husband and I enjoyed. "How's this one?" he said holding up a tape. "Suburban Sluts" he said. It happened to be one of my favorites. There was a scene where a woman discovered her hubby was cheating and tied him to a chair near the bed and fucked two of his friends. It was amateur because none of the actors were pro's but I knew this set up was staged. I told him to throw it on if he wanted. They all looked at me a little surprised but Tim was quick to change the current DVD and put this one on. I poured them all coffee and sat by myself on a chair across from them. We watched in silence for a few minutes and Ron mentioned how he wished more women like this lived in his neighborhood. A woman in her thirties was masturbating on her bed while her husband whispered dirty commands and held the camera. "Well, I'm not that far away. Am I?" I joked. After a few more minutes of quiet Tim quietly asked if I did that. The woman on screen was using a large vibrator on herself. I wasn't sure if I should answer or not. I felt incredibly horny and earlier I had blamed the wine and the fact that my husband has been away for over a week and I'd been to busy tying down loose ends at work this week to even masturbate. Now though I was blaming the visions in my head. I was seeing myself with my three friends. I adored sucking cock; I guess it was the feeling of empowerment or something. Whatever it was it never failed to make me hornier then hell and many times when I finished sucking my husband my pussy was dripping. It was getting there already; I could feel the wetness in my crotch. "I have quite the toy collection if you must know. My husband travels a lot". "G-d, I'd love to see that" Tim said. Again we sat in silence as a slightly overweight woman sucked her husband's dick. "Go ahead and ask her Tim. Tonight may be your last chance" Ron said. "Ask me what?" I looked to Tim who turned red and turned away. He told Ron to shut up. "Jeez guys, now we're getting shy? All the crap we discuss and suddenly one of you is bitten by the shy bug." I was serious too. We usually said whatever was on our mind. We could make a sailor blush sometimes. Tim was still quiet though even after I egged him on so I turned to Ron and asked him what he was talking about. "Well, apparently our friend here gets hard at the sight of your clothed ass and he's mentioned how good he thought it would look naked or in a bikini. For ten years all I've heard was how great your ass must be. I told him to ask you to show him your ass so that it would be clear in his mind while he jerked off in his old age." I'm not sure if I should have been offended by that or not but I wasn't. It just added to the fire burning between my legs. I was about to comment when a guy with a big uncut cock stood in the shower. His wife was holding the camera and talking. I commented on how I must've sucked 30 guys in my life and not one of them had his foreskin. Frank looked at me and asked me if that turned me on. "Hell yes" I said smiling. "Please talk to my wife then. 16 years of marriage and she hasn't given me a blowjob because of my foreskin," he said disgustedly. "Maybe she's just scared because you look like a donkey" Ron said jokingly. "Hey, how do you know what Frank's packing?" I asked quickly. "We play golf together. You should see him walking proud like a rooster, his thing swinging side to side. That's why she won't suck it. She's afraid you'll choke her" Ron was really amusing himself. He always was the loudest and funniest. "Just how big is it?" I asked in a joking tone but I really did want to know. "I'll measure it and get back to you," he said sarcastically. Again we sat quietly and watched a few more minutes. I saw Eddie poke his head in but he left again. I felt bad but to be honest I was horny and I was having these images in my head and I didn't know just how far this evening would go. It was 1 AM already. "Maybe we should call it a night," Frank said. "We should stop watching this because I'm already dreading driving home with blue balls." "Yeah, can I use the phone Sharon? I should let Helen know I'm alive," he said and I pointed him towards the other room. I saw the outline of his hard on through his pants as he walked quickly to the other room. Frank grabbed the remote and turned off the movie. About thirty seconds went by before I asked Tim if he really wanted to see my ass? He smiled. I stood and took his hand and led him to the chair I had been sitting in. I was facing Frank now who was paying attention to us. I leaned forward and raised my shirt in the back and presented Tim with my clothed ass. I heard a loud sigh coming from him. Frank asked why he didn't get to see and I told him we'd discuss a trade in a few minutes. He laughed but I was serious. I planned on seeing that uncut cock of his and if he wasn't careful I also planned on sucking it. I bent forward a little more until I was holding my calves and my ass now was only inches from Tim's face. I could feel his hands on my hips and his touch felt wonderful. It turned me on to feel another mans hands touching me. I don't know if it was the newness of Tim's touch or the alcohol or just the feeling of being in control over these men. Whatever it was, I was hornier then I could ever remember and I pushed it a little further. I stepped forward a bit and pulled down the tight sweats I was wearing. Not off, but rather down my thighs and once again bent forward to present my ass to Tim only this time I was covered only with my thong. Tim was losing his shyness as he began massaging my ass cheeks. Frank was rubbing his crotch now, obviously as turned on as Tim and I were. I guess this was the make or break moment. I could play a little longer and call it a night and this would all go down to mostly innocent fun. Or I could take it to the next level and turn this tease into sexual satisfaction not only for the boys but also for myself, especially for myself. I decided while my husband was off at his meeting getting laid by one or more of his female assistants, I was going to enjoy some cock of my own. I stood up and pulled my sweatpants down to my feet then off. I slowly unbuttoned my top and dropped it to the floor. My bra followed a few teasing moments later. My 34B tits were swollen and my nipples looked like they had been dipped in ice water. I tweaked them and loved the way that felt. "I really need some cock" was all I said and I went to Frank and knelt between his open legs. I could see the thick outline of his cock and worked the front of his pants until I had his belt undone and his zipper down. I looked over my shoulder and saw Tim still eyeing my ass and rubbing his crotch. I rubbed Frank's cock thru his underwear. It started as a tease to him but I was really teasing myself because what he had in his shorts seemed like I was about to get more then I'd ever asked for. My husband is over 7" but I could tell he wasn't nearly as thick as Frank. As I reached in and hauled out Frank's cock, I proved myself right. Frank raised his ass and allowed me to pull down his pants and underwear enough to let his balls out as well. I stopped and just stared at the amazing maleness in front of me. It's easy for me to describe Frank's cock because it has returned in my fantasies while masturbating many times. He wasn't fully hard yet and I guessed he was about 7" already. He was thick, as thick as my petite wrists. His foreskin covered its head and it made his cock look like a sexy animal. My very first thought was that his wife had to be crazy not to be sucking this beauty as often as she could. His balls were in proportion to his cock, which is to say they were big and they were heavy. Finally I allowed myself to hold it. I stroked it several times and rubbed it over my lips and against my cheeks. Frank let out an audible moan and it got louder when I wrapped my lips over the head. I pulled the skin down and licked the swollen, pink gland in circles and paid attention to his piss slit. He was getting even harder and I grew more turned on as the cock in my hand and mouth grew thicker and longer. My best estimate was 8", maybe a little more. I made love to his cock slowly with my mouth. I'm really not sure for how long but my complete concentration was disturbed by Ron's voice as he came back into the room obviously shocked at what he was seeing. I only remember the loud whistle and the "holy shit" that he said. Before long he had moved in and was standing next to me. He had pulled out his cock and balls from his pants and presented them to me just above my right shoulder. I pulled my mouth away from Frank long enough to give Ron's shorter and thinner cock a few deep sucks. I swallowed him down to his pubic hairs, which he seemed to enjoy immensely. I repositioned everyone so that Frank and Ron now stood around me. I felt Tim close behind me. He ran his hands all over my ass and eventually over my still covered crotch and let everyone know my pussy was "dripping wet." So for the next several minutes my mouth went from Frank's thick uncut 8" to Ron's mushroom headed 6" and all the while Tim was rubbing my ass and pussy through my panties which I was certain I'd have to throw out because they were so completely soaked by now they had to be ruined. Tim was growing bolder behind me and I felt him pulling my panties down over my ass and then his face was there. He buried his face in my crotch from behind and dug his tongue in my ass as he fingered my swollen clit and I exploded into a violent, earth moving orgasm that almost buckled me and sent me down headfirst. Frank and Ron recognized this and for a brief moment while I recovered they stroked their own erections slowly, keeping them rock hard for me. I looked over my shoulder once I found my voice and told Tim to "Please fuck me" but I didn't get the reaction I expected. I figured he would be in my hot pussy in seconds but instead he backed away and sat on the chair he was in earlier. He looked so sad all of a sudden that I crawled to him and asked him what was wrong. I swear this 6'3" giant of a man looked like a little boy about to cry. He whispered to me that he had lied and that he "wasn't very big" and his eyes looked away from me. I put my lips to his ear and whispered "Fuck me now Tim, then when these two guys go home to their wives you can stay and I'll suck your cock and maybe later you can stick it in my ass." He looked at me with shock at first but it quickly melted into a smile and I knew I had him now. Frank had taken a cushion from the couch for me and I lay back on it, my ass above the thick carpeting and Tim quickly pulled his pants and underwear down. Well, he definitely had lied about his size. His cock looked ready to burst, the veins in his shaft seemed to be throbbing. He was smaller then Ron's 6" and thinner but he had a bright pink mushroom head that was absolutely huge in proportion with his shaft. I opened my legs for him and the other guys made comments on how wet and hairy my pussy looked as Tim dropped to his knees and grabbed my legs and rested them on his shoulders and plunged his cock in. I nearly came instantly. As it was my next big orgasm started before Tim had reached ten strokes. By that time Ron and Frank were kneeling by my head now and once again feeding me their hard cocks. Tim grunted loudly. The two cocks in my face blocked my vision and all I could feel was hot, thick cream splashing all over my tits and belly and pubic hairs. Not little thick squirts, but a barrage of cum. I had never felt a man shoot such a load in my life and he was still cumming when Ron pulled away from my mouth and aimed his cock at my tits and started to cum. Nowhere near the volume that Tim had just unleashed but enough that added to Tim's cum it was dripping off my tits and running down my ribs and onto the carpet (I didn't care at the time, trust me). With both men spent I had Frank now to myself and I went to work on getting his beautiful cock to cum for me. I was oblivious to my surroundings now as I had Frank stand again and I knelt between his legs. I could feel all that cum dripping off my body and I could also feel my own pussy juices dripping down the insides of my thighs. I made love to Frank's cock. I knew it then and it's still true to this day, I have never gotten more enjoyment from sucking a cock. Frank was a gentleman, as he fucked my hungry mouth he pulled out and told me he was going to cum. I leaned in and put the head back in my mouth. I stroked the thick shaft with one hand and fondled his heavy balls with the other and he sent his creamy spunk down my throat. I tried swallowing as much as I could. He wasn't an squirter like the other two and I wondered if he was actually able to control the way his cum seemed to pour from his cock evenly. I pumped his shaft until the flow had finally stopped but I kept my mouth over his cock and continued to suck him until he became to sensitive and pulled away. He collapsed on the couch and I leaned back against it. I was still sitting on the floor and was just now becoming aware of all that cum that was dripping from me and onto my carpet. Something to Remember Me By Guy opened the door to his office and immediately noticed that his office-mate's laptop was brightly lit, meaning that Kamana was here and logged in. However, the rest of the office was completely dark. That was odd. In order to be completely dark like that, she would have had to have manually turned the lights off because they were automatically triggered by a motion sensor. That was not like her, she usually liked it very bright. Not that Guy knew the intricacies of Kamana's personality yet, he had only known her for a few weeks. Nonetheless, this didn't seem like something she would do. Kamana was of Punjabi descent, but had been born and raised here in the greater Seattle area. Her parents had immigrated to the United States before she was born and settled in the Sodo area, where they operated a chain of mini-marts. It was a little cliché, but it worked well for their growing family. Kamana had recently scored an intern position at this eastside software company, and landed in Guy's office, replacing the previous intern, Mike, that had recently finished his contract. Guy was about to turn the lights on in the small office he shared when a disembodied voice, female but husky, said, "Don't turn the lights on." He squinted to look under Kamana's desk as there was really nowhere else to hide in this eight by ten foot space that was originally meant for one person before the massive growth of their employer led to two or more people in almost every available office. However, squint as he might, he could not see her under her desk. "Where are you?" he asked of the disembodied female voice. "I'm under your desk." He jumped, surprised. She was just at his feet. Guy asked, "Why are you under my desk? What are you doing?" "I'm trying to sleep." "Oh. OK. But why are you under MY desk? Why not yours?" "I didn't want Norm to walk in and catch me sleeping." Norm was their boss, an immigrant from Japan who spoke fluent English, though he had a noticeable accent. "I see." Guy said. "Did you not sleep well last night, at home?" he asked. "No. I tossed and turned all night. Finally I started texting with my boyfriend, Bobby." "In other words, you were texting all night and didn't go to bed, right?" he asked playfully. He was in his mid-forties and she was approaching twenty, but they got along well and didn't take offense at a gentle ribbing. She made fun of him almost as much as he poked fun at her young lifestyle. "OK. You caught me." She admitted. "Now sit down and get to work, and wake me up if we get an email from Norm." Kamana was an intern and was paid very little. In contrast, Guy was a seasoned professional and recently reached his long-term goal of a six-figure salary. The two of them worked for the same boss, but Guy had responsibility, while Kamana was just a tool that Guy and Norm were able to use to save time and effort on certain tasks. As such, Kamana had little to lose, and played a little fast and loose with the proprieties of the modern working world. Guy didn't really mind as she was easy to get along with and even easier on the eyes. One of the less professional habits of Kamana was to come into the office and spend the first hour of the day working on her makeup. She was truly an artist, and could take her already pretty face and paint it to look like a goddess. However, she was fond of light colored foundation that made her look almost Caucasian. Whereas Guy thought she looked much prettier in her natural caramel skin tone. It is an Indian thing. The Hindi culture values lighter skin. However, Guy was quite attracted to more exotic looking women with darker skin. After glancing under his desk to see Kamana curled into the fetal position with her balled up coat under her head, Guy tucked into his large desk, much larger than Kamana's, and flipped open his laptop. Checking his schedule, he noted that he didn't have any meetings planned until the afternoon, and looking through his email, there was nothing really pressing to worry about. He made a few brief responses to casual queries, and then went to work on a procedure he was developing. His bread and butter was writing white papers, tip sheets, and help files describing how to use software or software related products. He tried to concentrate, but his mind kept returning to the fact that one of his fantasy girls was currently sleeping under his desk. He imagined briefly what would happen if Norm walked in and Kamana came out from under his desk. He would probably be fired, even though it was Kamana that was slacking on her job. However, in corporate America, appearances are everything, and Guy would have the appearance of a dirty old man. A pervert. Fortunately, there were no pressing matters on Guy's desk at the moment, because he got very little done. It was very difficult to concentrate on such dry material when such a gorgeously fine thing was so very near. It was hard enough with her at the next desk. It was much harder knowing that she was only inches away. Guy's imagination got the better of him, and his thoughts led to some excitement in his nether regions. He kept thinking about her long and wavy black hair, her giant brown eyes, and her ample and shapely ass. Oh, what an ass! He was sporting a raging chubby, but he was confident enough that in the complete darkness, broken only by the glow of two laptops, Kamana would never notice the bulge in his pants. He even flexed a few times, relishing the pleasure of his erection being constrained by his pants. Nearing lunchtime, he rose to go to the printer, and must have woken Kamana, because when he came back to the office, the lights were on and Kamana was sitting at her desk. "Feeling better?" Guy asked politely, with only the faintest hint of mirth in his tone. "Much." Kamana responded. She presently finished reading the few emails that had accumulated in the morning and began taking out her makeup supplies. "Have you heard anything from Norm today?" "Not yet." Norm was a good boss, easy to work for, easy to please. He was considerate and didn't ask for more than was reasonable, despite the fact that his boss, Chip, was very dominant and overbearing. Norm protected his workers from the pressures of higher management. Those that reported to him were well aware of the pressures he faced and were not envious. "I'm sure he is off fighting fires with one of the dev teams. We'll probably hear all about it this afternoon. For now just be happy that Chip isn't yelling at anyone." When Chip yelled, everyone knew all about it. The rest of the day was uneventful, and that night Guy lay in bed and thought back on the oddity of the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts fed his dreams and he had an erotic adventure with Kamana. It was not his first, and it was pleasant, as always. However, as always in his dreams, just about the time he was going to penetrate the object of his desire he awoke with a raging hard-on, and also as usual, he had no time to do anything about it. This morning was no different than any other and he quickly showered, dressed, and jumped into traffic so that he could be at work by 9:00 AM. Arriving at work, Kamana was already well into her morning ritual of painting her face, and Guy discreetly admired her features while remembering smatterings of his dream from the night before. "Got some sleep last night?" he asked her pleasantly. "Yeah. Bobby's a tool. I told him to leave me alone." "Uh huh." Guy had already learned that the best thing to do when Kamana talked about relationships was to nod and go along with it. Anything he said could be misinterpreted, and she would retreat into her headphones. Guy enjoyed talking to her, so he just played along when it was prudent to do so. "My dog curled up on my feet, and I slept like a baby." "Were you sucking your thumb?" Guy ribbed her. "Screw you." Kamana responded amiably. "You know what I mean." "I'm going to go grab some juice from the kitchen. Do you need anything?" Guy asked. "Could you grab me some milk? I'm going to have a bowl of cereal." And she pulled a box of Rice Chex down from the shelf above her desk. Guy admired her shape as she stretched to reach the box of cereal. "Sure thing." The next Monday, Guy came into the office and noticed that once again, Kamana's laptop was glowing brightly in the unnatural darkness of the pitch-black office. Not needing to confirm her presence, Guy still looked under his desk to observe Kamana sleeping. Today, she was sleeping on her belly, and her nicely shaped hindquarters were displayed prominently in tight blue jeans. After admiring her raging hiney for more than a few moments, Guy quietly tucked into his desk and got to work. Guy had some pressing deadlines today, and was so intent on his work that he forgot that Kamana was even there until she shifted and bumped one of his ankles with her leg. He jumped, startled, but she didn't seem to have noticed it as she continued to sleep. Half an hour later, Guy was again reminded of her presence when he felt her brush his calf. This time he was not as surprised and continued to work. Moments later, she brushed against him again, and so he began to back up, thinking that she was awake and probably wanted out. "Don't." he heard from under his desk. "Don't what?" he asked, freezing in place. "Don't move." She said. "OK." "I noticed you watching me earlier." her disembodied voice rose from beneath his desk. "What?" he asked, a little alarmed. "I noticed you watching me earlier." She said again. "I couldn't see because I was face down, but I heard you come in and then you stood very still for a few minutes before sitting down, and your breathing got noticeably quicker while you stood there. I could hear you breathing." "It did? You could?" he asked, even more alarmed. As if she could detect his internal alarm in the tone of his voice she said, "Don't worry. I don't mind. Lots of guys like to look at me. No pun intended... Guy..." she giggled. "I'm sure they do." he felt slightly less alarmed. After all, she was joking about his name. "Yes. They do." She said. "But I don't always like when they do. Sometimes it's a little creepy. Like when they are old." "Uh huh." He agreed, reminded of just how old he was, more than twice her age. "But I don't mind when you look at me. You're nice. Not like those perverts." "Well... I wouldn't be entirely sure about that!" Guy ribbed her a little. Even though she was saying alarming things that should have had him worried about the future of his career, he was feeling remarkably comfortable with her complete nonchalance. "Oh really?" she asked suggestively. "In that case..." As her voice trailed off, she placed a hand on Guy's thigh, well above his knee. Guy flinched. "What are you doing?" "What do you think?" and she slid her hand all the way up to his crotch. Guy had not been thinking about Kamana in a sexual way just then and so did not presently have an erection. However, the pressure she put on his groin rapidly changed that. He tried to roll his chair back but Kamana wrapped her other hand around one of his legs and firmly held him in place. He was easily strong enough to break free, but he didn't want to hurt her, and didn't really, in his heart of hearts, want to back away at all. In fact, if he was true to himself, he was really turned on by the idea that she was under his desk and touching his junk. Oh, you like that, huh?" Kamana asked suggestively. "How could I not?" he asked. "Exactly." She purred. "How could you not?" And she reached up with her other hand and unzipped his fly. With amazing skill and ease, she extracted his erect member from his slacks without the slightest hitch and began stroking his cock with her tiny brown hands. "Do you think we should be doing this?" "Why not? I know you like it." "Well, sure, but you're less than half my age. My son is older than you." "He's not here, is he? What are you, ageist?" And she slipped her mouth onto his shaft. "Holy shit!" Guy cried as her warm and wet mouth slid onto his cock. "Wow! I guess you've done this before." "Mmm hmm." Kamana confirmed without breaking her rhythm. The vibrations of her husky voice felt incredible on his meat. The pressure was building and he knew he wasn't going to last long. "Here it comes..." he tried to warn her. "Mmm hmm." She confirmed again, breaking rhythm briefly to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. This sent him over the top and as he began to spurt, she lowered her mouth all the way to the base of his shaft, pushing the head of his cock deep into her throat. He had never had a woman impale her throat just as he was coming before and the sensation was intense. He bucked a little as he came, and she firmly grabbed his ass and pulled her face down into his lap. The sensation of her swallowing was incredible and he shot jet after jet of semen deep into her throat. Once he stopped coming, she pushed his chair back, climbed out from under his desk and said, "I'm going to lunch. See ya." And walked out before he could say a word. He reached down and zipped himself up as he watched her walk out of sight down the hall. What an ass... "Wow," was all he could say. Arriving at the office the next day, Guy opened the door to pitch blackness. His heart skipped a beat. Then he noticed that it was completely dark. Too dark. Kamana had not arrived yet. As he stepped into the office, the motion detector turned the lights on, burning his fantasy to ashes. His hopes for a repeat performance dashed on the rocks of reality, he tucked into his desk and started his laptop. Looking longingly over at Kamana's desk, he noticed a sticky note where her laptop usually sat. He picked it up and read a note she had left for him. Guy, Transferred to another building. Wanted to give you something to remember me by. It was signed with a heart. Remember her he would. Something To Remember Me By We all seemed to be in a dreamy, surreal place for a few moments. Then I felt Frank tap my shoulder. I looked at him; he was looking towards the doorway. No one said a word but inside I knew I gave a loud "Holy shit!" at what we were all looking at by now. Eddie, young, handsome Eddie was standing in the doorway and he was stroking the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. It was sticking out from the zipper of his jeans and from across the room it almost seemed to glow. My goodness, this was so wrong of me. Here he was, the 24 year-old son of one of my good friends standing in my doorway and jerking off. Obviously the show that the four of us had just put on had turned him on. "Eddie, sweetheart… don't you dare waste that cum. Get over here" was all I had to say. He walked from the doorway to the center of the room. I knelt so that his cock was level with my face. I unzipped his jeans and in one motion pulled them and his little red briefs down to his knees. He was easily 10" and he was completely void of any pubic hair anywhere. In fact, as far as I could tell only his arms and legs had hair on them. His smooth balls were perfect and were already tight in his sac. I knew this wasn't going to last but still I tried to tease his cock by licking up and down the shaft and taking his balls into my mouth when I reached the bottom of his tower of cock. The other guys watched in silence, obviously there wasn't much to say because the real stud in the room was this kid and his horse cock. I had him deep in my mouth now when I felt his hands on my head. In a moment the first rope of his cum assaulted the back of my throat. It caught me by surprise and I gagged and his cock slipped from my mouth and the second blast hit me square on the cheek. I recovered in time to catch the next blast and after that I didn't miss a drop. His knees buckled slightly as I cleaned his spent cock and he had to sit down. Ron and Frank were cursing as they dressed because their wives were waiting. Eddie stood to get dressed as well but I told him he should stay since he didn't have his keys any way and that I would call his mom in the morning for him. Tom had pulled his pants up but was sitting comfortably on one of the chairs and I knew he wanted to stay and maybe get a chance at ass fucking me. To be honest, I felt exhausted but still a little horny. I had already orgasmed twice with more intensity then I knew possible. I was still naked as I stood by the back door and let Frank and Ron out. They were both still muttering but as I kissed Frank I told him he had to come back and fuck me one day. He promised he would and then they were gone. I took a deep breath and returned to the family room where both my overnight guests had decided to strip completely naked as I was. I smiled at them and sat between them on the couch. I rested my head on Tim's shoulder and touched his semi erect cock. I felt Eddie touching my cum covered tits and that's all it took to get me started again. I leaned forward and slid my mouth over Tim's cock and felt it grow to a full erection in seconds. He stopped me and asked me if I would do something for him? I smiled and nodded that I would. He stood and lay in the middle of the floor. He took a pillow and placed it under his head and told me he wanted me to sit on his face. I stood and placed my feet on either side of his head and slowly lowered my drenched pussy onto his awaiting mouth. I nearly came as soon as I felt his tongue on my clit. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I came almost immediately this time but Tim kept eating my pussy and I kept sliding that cock all the way in my hungry mouth. I don't think Eddie ever lost his erection. He sat and watched the 2 of us in our 69, stroking his horse cock. I asked him to fuck me. I planned on moving so he had better access to my pussy but he stood quickly and got behind me. I couldn't believe Tim didn't jump out of the way. Instead his tongue assaulted my clit as Eddie easily slid his enormous cock balls deep in my dripping cunny. I came within the first dozen strokes and went back to sucking Tim's erection. I had to give it to Eddie he was able to last long enough to get me off once more before filling my pussy with his thick load. Tim did pull away this time as the kids cum dripped from my pussy. I rolled over onto my back to catch my breath. I was panting and was exhausted and my pussy felt a bit sore from the young studs big cock. Tim lay next to me and leaned over to take a nipple in his mouth. He stroked his own cock, keeping it hard while I rested. I had sort of promised him an ass fuck and the way he lovingly sucked my nipples, I wanted to give him what I had promised. I gathered enough strength to get up on my hands and knees and offer him my ass. The first thing he did was bury his tongue in my asshole and he licked me for several minutes before I told him to "fuck my tight ass" and he definitely didn't need to be asked twice. His cock fit my asshole so perfectly that I knew I could cum this way. My husband liked fucking my ass but he was bigger then Tim and it could become uncomfortable after a while. Tim was able to pound away at my ass with his smaller cock. I felt his balls slap my pussy lips from behind every time he bottomed out. Shy Eddie had moved in front of me and was rubbing his sloppy semi hard cock over my lips and cheeks. I could taste my pussy and his cum and I loved the combination. I was a total fucking whore at that moment and there is nothing in the world I would have rather been. I gagged several times on Eddie's cock but that was mostly Tim's fault as he pounded my ass harder and faster. He reached down and touched my clit and he pumped my ass full of another huge dose of cum and I came moments later while his softening cock was still inside me. I was so exhausted I lowered my head and left Eddie hanging. He didn't seem to mind though as he stood off the couch and moved Tim away. I tensed up thinking he was going to try to stick that thing in my ass but instead he jerked his cock off and came all over my ass and my sloppy pussy. We were all exhausted now. The three of us made our way upstairs and collapsed on my king-sized bed. I wanted to shower, I knew I was a mess but I couldn't move. I was sleeping within seconds of hitting the pillow. I opened my eyes to the smell of coffee and to Eddie sitting up on the bed next to me with his enormous cock rock hard and ready. Tim came in with the coffee and after a few sips I leaned over to suck Eddie's cock and Tim knelt behind me and ate my ass and pussy from behind. I guess the fact I had half the towns cum dripping from every hole didn't bother him. That was my first orgasm of the day and there would be more then I could count before the two of them left that evening. The five of us have already made plans to get together next month when my husband flies to London for a weeklong trip. I can't keep my fingers out of my pussy thinking about what will happen then.