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The Ball Game

By: Norfolk Boy



The years had passed quickly and I had enjoyed rapid promotion within my company to become its Sales and Marketing Director. As such, I travelled extensively, not least in North America where I visited clients in most states. Unfortunately, Massachusetts was not one of them and I was especially disappointed about this, since Carol and Sean, some friends that went back to my university days, had made Massachusetts their home some ten years previously. Although I had visited them on holiday, I had never been able to "drop in" for the odd weekend during a business trip - which I had hoped to do as one of the perks of company travel. 

That changed when we netted the Patterson account. This was a ten million-dollar, three-year deal that required me to make regular visits to Boston - only a forty-minute car ride from their home. When the first opportunity to visit them arose, it had been over two years since we had seen each other and I arranged my trip so that I could spend an extended weekend with them landing at Logan airport on the Friday evening around seven p.m. I would normally have hired a car but Carol insisted that she collect me and then deliver me to my first appointment on Monday afternoon.

I passed immigration, collected my luggage and made my way to the main reception area to wait for her. She was late. Carol is always late, but when she arrived she looked stunning, sweeping in through the large glass doors like a film star with her long tousled brown hair and unbuttoned coat flying as if she were running against the wind. 

She saw me at once and made a beeline towards me wearing a huge grin that spread widely across her lovely face. At only a pace away, she launched herself into my arms and clamped onto me forcing me to stagger backwards a couple of small paces. As I regained my balance, she hugged me tightly and planted her wet and welcoming lips hard against mine. I held her slim waist and drank in the subtle and expensive fragrance emanating from her warm body. 

"God, it's good to see you," she gasped. "Let's get out of here, my car's across the street."

I picked up my bag and, guided by the arm she had thrust through mine, we swept out through the airport doors and through the parked taxicabs to her waiting car.

At that time of night the traffic was light and we were soon heading north exchanging family updates enthusiastically. I lay back in my seat, tired from the flight, but exhilarated from having met Carol again and watched her face as oncoming cars periodically illuminated it in their headlights. She really was a beautiful woman despite approaching her forties and I could see how I had always been attracted to her. She had removed her coat on entering the car to reveal her fitted powder blue blouse with its top three buttons undone and a thigh length, grey pencil skirt that afforded me tantalising glimpses of her Caribbean tanned thighs as she drove.

Occasionally she would cast a glance in my direction and smile and I would smile back, holding her gaze for just a little longer than I should, suspecting she knew what I was thinking. It had been a long time, but our exchanged looks said that we both still felt the same about each other.

"I left Sean sorting the barbecue out. Will steak and salad be OK?"

"Sounds great to me, and with a large glass of the Cognac I've brought you, I will sleep like a baby tonight."

She grinned once more, "It is nice to see you again, John." 

As she spoke and leaned across to squeeze my upper thigh with those long sensitive fingers she let her blouse fall partly open presenting me with a mouth watering view of her lace covered breasts.

She had been watching my face as I looked at them and when I raised my eyes and saw the amusement in hers, I knew that she was well aware of the effect it was having on me. She resumed driving, a faint smile lingering on her lips and twinkling in her eyes.

I must have dozed off because the next thing that I remember was the car swinging around a tight bend and into her drive. Their house was a typical New England painted wooden building set low and secluded in a copse of trees. We drove straight into the garage and stopped. That hand was on my thigh again.

"We're here, safe and sound." She chuckled, " Let me help you with your bag."

"I'm fine," I protested, scrambling out of the car and retrieving my luggage from the rear seat.

It was dark beyond the garage lights and the heat of the sun had long gone, causing me to shiver in the cold air as I left the car. However, my chill lasted only the few brief seconds it took to walk to the house itself and into the wall of welcoming warmth that hit me as I entered. 

Sean was waiting in the hallway with two glasses in his hands and received a peck on his cheek from Carol as she walked past him to hang her coat. He came forward, offering me one of the foaming beers and I dropped my bag to take it.

"Something to sip while you freshen up," he said, shaking my other hand firmly and picking up my discarded luggage. Turning, he led me to the guest bedroom where he dropped the bag on the king-sized bed.

"You know your way around, John. I'll leave you to freshen up. What time do you want to eat?"

"Half an hour too soon? I'm starving," I ventured.

"That's perfect. I'll just go and see to the grill."

It took a good twenty minutes to wash the grime and stress of travelling away and, despite my body clock saying it was two a.m., I felt remarkably fresh as I joined the others in the dining room. It was a pleasant room made intimate by the flickering light from a pair of candles set in the middle of a dinner table laid with three places.

The smoke from the cooking steaks wafted in through the patio door and made me feel even hungrier, so I began to pick morsels from the salad. Carol, who had changed into jeans and a tight top with another eye-catching, plunging neckline, came through from the kitchen and thrust another beer into my hand. She caught me looking at her cleavage again and raised an eyebrow to ask the unspoken question, " Like what you see?"

I nodded imperceptibly and she giggled, before disappearing outside with plates only to re-appear seconds later with Sean and the sizzling steaks. We sat at the table and ate the steaks rapaciously and then slumped back contented, to enjoy glasses of the brandy I had brought. Throughout the meal, Carol had flirted with me shamefully in front of Sean but he just smiled and occasionally winked at me. Eventually, despite the stimulating company, fatigue and the alcohol prevailed and I excused myself and retired to bed.

I dreamed of Carol; of our long ago, but not forgotten previous encounter and woke with the mother of all erections at around ten a.m. The shower, set to cold, helped somewhat, to relieve my sexual torment and I was, at least, able to get into my tight blue jeans and appear at breakfast looking rested and relaxed. Sean was buried in his paper and Carol was making fresh coffee when I made my entrance and sat at the table, which was now spread with fruit and bagels. 

"I thought we would go to Luke's old high school football game later, if that's OK?" said Sean, putting down his paper and helping himself to the fresh coffee.

I had been to a number of American football games previously with Sean, particularly to High School senior league games when his son had been playing and I new that football was a passion with him. 

I, like many an Englishman, found American Football more of a ritual activity than a sport. I was intrigued about the part played by every one of the members of the enormous team, the coaching staff, the game officials and not least the cheerleaders. A part for all: it reminded me of the annual shows given by the dance school that my daughter had attended when she was seven. There was only one objective - to ensure that every single child appeared in virtually every scene. 

However, despite my cynicism, I generally enjoyed watching and usually became caught up in the sheer enthusiasm displayed by everyone present.

"Sounds great, " I answered

"Carol has some shopping to do while we are at the game, so I thought we would see the game, grab a beer and then meet up here around five for a sandwich. We could rest up, get changed and then hit the theatre. I have got some tickets for a new show in town - it's supposed to be a great."

It all sounded good to me so I said "yes" and tucked into my breakfast.

As those who live there know, Massachusetts's autumn weather can swing dramatically from being a warm Indian summer's day to being a sharp and frosty winter's day. We enjoyed the former as we watched his son's old High School knock seven bells out of another High School from another town with and English name. Sean was pleased and I was pleased that Sean was pleased - it made him so much better company as we headed for a local bar. 

It took Sean about twenty minutes - the time it took him to drink a chilled glass of beer, to realise that I was humouring his enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry, John. I know sport is not your thing, but I get a real kick out of it as you know. Yep! Sport and sex are what makes the world go round."

" Well, I half agree with you," I laughed. He laughed as well and we ordered another beer.

Thinking back Sean and I had been close friends for a long time. We had always been easy in each other's company and open in our conversations. He was a little older than I was - as was Carol, and they had been married only eighteen months less than my late wife and I had been. From my point of view, they always seemed to have a much more cosmopolitan life than we had and I have to confess to being a little jealous.

As the glow from the second beer set in, Sean confided that he and Carol had started to experiment with their love life in the last few years. They had tried virtually everything a couple could do together and had got to the stage where they had even discussed inviting other people to join them, but so far they had not made any move towards that end. 

He became conspiratorial, talking quietly across the table to me, "Actually, Carol has a fantasy of a three some - you know -her doing two guys. I don't mind telling you it gives me the hots as well."

I protested, "Are you telling me, Sean that you wouldn't mind watching Carol getting screwed by another man?"

"She says she loves me and it wouldn't affect that, so why not?"

Then, out of the blue Sean looked me in the eye and said, "You fancy Carol, don't you John?"

"Really subtle Sean!" I countered sarcastically, but my guard was up. "She is a lovely woman and any red blooded male would find difficulty in refusing her, but ...."

" I know John. I'm not trying to trap you, but I've seen how you look at her and how she looks at you, so I know that there is some sexual chemistry there."

The beer was affecting me as well by this time and the thought of what was being suggested, excited me. 

"Have you and Carol talked about me?" I asked

"Well ......"

"You have, haven't you. And what did she say?"

"She wants to fuck you."

That was simple enough to understand and I did and after a few moments, asked, 

"What have you got in mind?" as my line of surrender.

"You agree then?" Sean replied excitedly.

"I would be a fool to refuse."

"Great! Leave it to me."

*********

The warm day had turned into a chilly evening and we all carried topcoats as we left for the theatre in Sean's car. I was in the back with Carol since Sean was driving and he had filled the front passenger seat with a large parcel that he said he needed to deliver to one of his customers en route. 

The car warmed quickly but Carol shivered.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied taking my hand in hers saying," feel my hands."

She was right, they were freezing cold, but once she had hold of my hand she held on to it for rather longer than necessary and then placed it, palm down, at the top of her thigh and held it in place with her own hand. I pulled my coat across our laps to cover us.

We sat silently, facing forward and looking at nothing in particular for a few miles but I was far from quiet inside as I felt the warmth of her body through my fingertips. These lay gently touching the nylon clad skin of her inner thigh made possible by the gap that had opened up in her dress - an elegant but simple garment that buttoned all the way down the front.

Eventually she removed her hand from mine and slid it along the seat, under the coat, to rest it, high up on my thigh where, after an initial squeeze, it remained still.

It was impossible for me to keep my own hand still and I started to traced little circles on the sheer nylon which covered her slender thigh. Her legs parted slightly in response and she shuffled forward a little causing my fingers to move up her leg to the junction of her stockings and the bare flesh above. I tingled as my senses recorded the cool softness of her gossamer skin. By now, I had pushed more of my hand under her dress and was able to caress her inner thigh with a full palm. Her legs parted a little further and I felt the heat from her sex on the side of my hand. Like the touch of a feather, I brushed nervous fingertips over her silk covered mound and down into the crease below. Again her legs opened to help me and, as if to make me aware of what she had done and give me permission to proceed, she closed her hand firmly around the hardness in my pants. 

I glanced sideways to see her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and her generous mouth hung partly open, releasing tiny gasps as I fondled her moist lips through the fine material of her brief panties. Despite her arousal, she had managed to concentrate long enough to lower my zip and was searching out my rigid pole which, unfortunately, had become entangled in my underwear as it grew. Her administrations were causing the surface of our lap covering to erupt intermittently, but in the dark, no one else saw. Finally she succeeded in freeing my cock and encircled it tightly with her long slim fingers. 

I, meanwhile, had insinuated an index finger inside her scant underwear and was trawling deliberately between her, now very wet, vulva lips in search of that little sentinel standing to attention at the mouth of her opening. When I found it, I twirled it between my thumb and forefinger and, inserting my longest finger deep inside her, I started to vibrate it rapidly against the walls of her vagina. She came silently within twenty seconds and was only betrayed by a deep intake of breath and a series of vaginal contractions around my finger.

Whilst she was regaining her composure, the car stopped in a dark street on the outskirts of Boston. Sean grabbed his parcel and jumped out saying, "I won't be a minute," before disappearing down the driveway of a small factory.

" I wish he would be an hour so we could finish what we have started here." Carol squeezed my dick and threw her head back. I leaned over and kissed her, "Please don't make me mess my pants," I begged. She laughed and jerked her hand up and down, playfully, a couple of times on my cock.

Sean returned to the car inside his minute and we continued our journey with her holding my penis and me, absent-mindedly, stroking her mound.

***

The show was probably one of the most entertaining and original shows that I had seen in a long time and we all left the theatre very well pleased with Sean's decision to go. Without 'the box' there was no longer an excuse for Carol and I to sit together in the back seat of the car on the way home, so I sat in the front with Sean and talked about the afternoon's game. There was little traffic and we reached the house quickly. 

With all doors locked and curtains closed, Carol said she wanted to change for bed and went off upstairs. Sean and I went into the den where he poured us a night-cap.

Before we had left for the theatre, Sean had placed three thick logs on his open hearth fire and they had been slowly consumed and now, together with a few, thinner logs that he had just added, flared warmly and cast a delightful glow around this cosy room.

"There's a big game on TV tomorrow afternoon and I thought that you and I could have a few beers and watch it here in the den. Carol said that she would 'wait on tables' - as it were."

He handed me one of the glasses of Brandy that he had poured and slumped into a large, leather chair with the other. I was about to do the same when he surprised me.

"Well, did you like your foretaste in the car?" Then, before I could answer, he added, laughing, 

" That's alright, John. Carol told me what she had planned. Why do you think I took that stupid box along tonight?"

I was still having reservations, not about fucking Carol, after all, I had done it before! It was really Sean's openness to the whole thing that bothered me, so I measured my reply,

"She's a very sexy lady, Sean, who knows what she wants."

"True, very true, and she usually gets what she wants as well."

The door opened and Carol's head appeared "Does anyone want supper?"

Sean turned to me enquiringly.

"Whatever," I answered.

"Great, we'll have coffee, cheese and biscuits, if you please, Miss."

Carol blew him a raspberry, closed the door and left.

We smirked at her insolence and continued our conversation.

Ten minutes later Carol appeared again and, for the first time I realised what she had meant when she said ' getting ready for bed'.

She entered the den carrying her tray and wearing a black, slip-like baby doll top. 

Clearly, its designer had been limited to little more than a yard of material because he had made great savings both at the top and bottom of the garment. The few square inches of off-cut material had been used to make the tiny pair of panties that covered parts of her body barely concealed by the main garment. Her ensemble was completed with a pair of high fluffy mules that emphasised the shape of her long legs.

Sean looked across at me and winked. I sat mesmerised and became instantly hard.

Carol looked, first at Sean, then me and smiled seductively. She crossed to the large, solid wood coffee table in the centre of the room before us, turned, and with her back to Sean and I, set the tray down and began to unload its contents.

Both Sean and I sat watching her, mouths agape. She stood, feet apart and stooped forward causing the rear hem of her top to be drawn high up on her rump to expose the flimsy covering of her lower regions. The high cut legs of her panties allowed an uninterrupted view of her gloriously long tanned legs from their origin to the floor whilst leaving little of her splendid rear to the imagination. The dampened crotch material seemed to be doing sterling work, acting as a hammock for the engorged lips of her pussy, already drooling in anticipation.

"What are you having for supper, Carol?" Sean asked, winking at me again.

She remained in her position and replied naughtily, " I thought one of you boys might satisfy my hunger."

Sean gave me another wink and got up from his chair to take up a position in front of her on the other side of the coffee table.

He slowly undid his belt and then unzipped his pants, letting them, and his shorts, fall untidily around his ankles. Carol pushed the tray to one side and knelt on the edge of the table to bring her face to within inches of Sean's erect penis. She licked up the length of his erection a few times and then took several inches of it into her mouth. After several sucking cycles she let his penis spring free from her mouth so that she could call over her shoulder to me, "Hey there, is my tongue the only one that is going to see any action tonight?"

I didn't need any more encouragement. I leapt forward, landing on my knees behind that gorgeous rear and began to stroke the inside of her spread thighs with eager fingers. She moaned a moan that reverberated on Sean's cock and then she stuck her rear out even more. I placed the flat of my hand on the inside of her legs and gently massaged the upper thigh muscle. 


The Ball Game



Occasionally my wife Tracy likes to play a game in which she has to do anything I tell her. Tracy is five feet seven inches tall and one hundred forty pounds, with a 38DDD-26-36 figure. She has brilliant brown hair, which is straight and hangs almost to her waist. She is extremely shy, and was self- conscious about her huge breasts until I convinced her that many men like them that way. I think the reason Tracy likes to play the game is that it lets her experience wild and kinky things she could never bring herself to do on her own.

The first time we played it, I had her masturbate for me, something she had only done a few times before. She was self-conscious at first, but as I watched her she really got into it. By the time she came, only her feet and shoulders were touching the bed, and her furred slit was dripping with pussy juice. The second time we played, I had her stand in front of our second-story apartment window, totally nude, for five minutes. Our apartment house is on a fairly busy downtown street, and four cars and two pedestrians went by during the time my attractive young wife was pressed against the window, facing out. At the end of the five minutes she was so hot she practically ravished me. Since then I have tried to come up with more outrageous things for her to do each time.

One Friday last September, Tracy indicated to me that she wanted to play the game the next day, and thus began the most exciting sexual experience of our lives—so far. I had been planning to attend the local college's first football game of the season that Saturday, along with three of my coworkers: Tony, a blond Adonis who had played football in high school; Dennis, a dark-haired, handsome guy in his Anthony twenties; and Dwayne, a tall, muscular, slightly older black guy with a mustache. I had also invited Anthony, our neighbor from across the street, to go along. Anthony was in his mid-thirties, slightly overweight but with a good personality. Now I decided to take Tracy along, which was probably what she had hoped for when she suggested the game.

I instructed Tracy to wear a tight yellow blouse to set off her brown hair, a black pleated miniskirt, which superbly contrasted with her olive skin, black bikini panties and black high heels. I tied the tails of her blouse in a knot and unbuttoned it halfway down. My wife was in a high state of excitement as we drove around picking up the other guys.

Driving down the Interstate, heading for the stadium, I put my free arm around Tracy and played with her boobs. Anthony, who was sitting on the other side of her in the front seat, noticed but kept his eyes ahead as we all talked about football and other topics. A little later I unbuttoned the yellow blouse all the way down and slipped my hands inside to fondle her breasts and pointy nipples. My spouse laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, but though she compressed her lips, trying to hide it, a tiny smile was turning up the corners of her mouth. Her nipples were as hard as nails, and I could see the pulse beating in her neck. Tracy's feet were resting on the center hump in the car's floor, which raised her knees and made her tiny skirt ride well up on her thighs. I knew Anthony had a breathtaking view of the expanse of my wife's legs, probably all the way up to her bikini panties, though he tried to hide the fact that he was checking her out every few seconds.

A short time later I whispered softly into her ear, "Take off your panties." I heard her catch her breath, and for a minute I wondered if she would really do it. Thirty seconds later, however, her eyes still closed and her face still hidden in my shoulder, she raised her hips, reached under her skirt to grasp the panties, and then slid them off, handing them to me. I tossed them onto the dash, sure that the guys in the back seat could see me doing it, and then opened the blouse to bare her breasts, fondling them in full view of everybody. 

My cock was like a bar of iron, and Tracy was breathing heavily through her open mouth. The other guys were still trying to make conversation, but their hearts weren't in it, and Anthony was now openly looking at Tracy's huge, snowy breasts, and what I was doing to them.

A few minutes later I said, "Lean up, Anthony, and scoot forward a bit." 

With a puzzled expression on his face, Anthony moved forward on the seat, and I told Tracy to put her foot behind him. My wife made a small squeaking noise, but after a few seconds she raised her leg and slid her high-heeled right foot behind Anthony's back. Anthony couldn't keep himself from looking at Tracy's crotch, which was now fully open to his view. When he didn't make a move for the next mile or so, I said, "Go ahead and touch her, Anthony. She loves it."

Anthony couldn't believe it. He swallowed hard and said, "Are—are you—sure?"

I nodded, smiling at him. "You bet. We do this a lot." Of course that wasn't true, but Tracy said nothing, her head still on my shoulder, the trace of a smile still playing at the corners of her tightly closed mouth. 

Anthony's right hand moved down between my wife's splayed thighs, and she jerked slightly and made a small noise as our neighbor's fingers touched and fondled her furry snatch.

"Oh, man, she's really juicy," Anthony said. He was panting a little.

"Yep. She drips when she's really turned on," I told him. "Go ahead and finger-fuck her. She likes three fingers best, and even four after she gets stretched out."

The guys in the back were leaning forward now, their heads craning over the front seat. Tracy moaned low and long as Anthony's fingers slid into her. The heavy, sweet aroma of pussy juice was eagerly inhaled by all of us as Anthony began to stroke my wife's cunt, and her hips began hunching up and down in rhythm with his moving fingers. She was rubbing my crotch with her left hand now. 

Dennis reached over and took hold of her right hand and began to kiss it, laying her arm along the top of the seat. With that, my shy but eager spouse seemed to abandon herself to her emotions. She shifted her body so that she was lying flat on her back on the seat, with her head in my lap, and pulled her skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs as widely as possible as she offered herself up. Dennis was sucking her fingers, and I heard Dwayne say, "Ohhh, baby, you are so beautiful!"

Suddenly, with a long, loud cry, my wife climaxed, her pussy clenching powerfully on Anthony's three stroking fingers, her firm butt arching off the seat and her whole body thrashing and quivering as the juice flowed heavily from her succulent twat. Her eyes were still closed, but she was no longer trying to hide the smile of pleasure on her face.

"Shall I stop?" Anthony asked, looking at me inquiringly.

I shook my head. "No. Do her some more. She can come again."

"I think she's ready for four fingers," he said softly, his eyes on Tracy's dilated, dripping pussy.

I nodded. "Go for it."

In another minute, my brown haired spouse was once more hunching vigorously as our older neighbor finger-fucked her willing pussy. Liquid sloshing noises came from her flowing honey pot, and she was mewling continually with excitement and pleasure.

"God damn!" Tony breathed behind me, his face almost touching my shoulder. "Four fingers clear to the knuckles!" It was hard to keep my eyes on the road as I kept stealing glimpses at Anthony's fingers plunging in and out of my wife's cunt. Meanwhile Dennis continued to suck on her right hand, all four of her fingers buried in his mouth, just as Anthony's were in her snatch.

For several more minutes we all watched my wife fucking those fast-moving fingers, until she had a second orgasm, almost as strong as the first. When she quieted, Anthony said, "One more?" and Tracy nodded, perspiration shiny on her face. Anthony's arm and hand once more took up the motion, his strokes hard and deep, and Tracy wriggled and grunted softly as he stretched her even wider, her inner thighs sticky with her sweet flowing juices.

"Jesus!" Tony gasped. "Can I ride in the front going back?"

I laughed softly, though my cock ached with need. "Tracy's going be riding in the back then," I told him. "You guys can take turns." Tracy moaned loud and long when she heard that, and a tremor passed through her splayed out, nude body. A moment later the tremor grew into a third orgasm.

"I think she's had it for now," I told Anthony, and he withdrew his fingers, licking them eagerly as Tracy smiled appreciatively at him. After a moment she sat up and rearranged her skirt, but she left her blouse unbuttoned, just tying it loosely under her breasts.

She attracted a lot of attention at the game, and I could tell she loved it. Before we headed back, the guys drew straws to see who would sit in the back seat. Tony and Dennis won, but I assured Anthony and Dwayne that they would have their turns too. They got into the front with me, while Tracy climbed into the back with the two winners.

We were hardly back on the road before Tracy had a stiff cock in each hand and both guys' fingers in her cunt. One of them French-kissed her panting mouth while the other suckled and kissed her boobs, and then they traded off. Their pricks were both about six inches long, Dennis's slightly thicker than Tony's.

"How far can we go?" Dennis asked hoarsely.

"As far as you want," I told him, feeling seminal fluid seeping into my shorts. 

In a flash Dennis had motioned Tony onto the floor of the back seat, laid Tracy down and slid between her thighs. I had to breathe through my mouth as I saw Tracy's left calf resting on the top of the front seat, and her right on the back. Seconds later her low moan of pleasure told me a cock had penetrated her other than mine. I watched her left calf jerking slightly with each thrust of Dennis's penis, and finally she wrapped her legs around his waist, eagerly urging him deeper. Dennis didn't last long. It couldn't have been two minutes before he gave a guttural yell and emptied himself into my pretty brown haired mate.

He lay gasping atop her until Tony urged him off, and they switched places in the cramped space. Tony kissed Tracy passionately as she guided his stiff staff to her pussy, and then they were fucking with an almost animal-like need and abandon. Tracy's calves clamped the backs of Tony's muscular thighs as he rutted atop her, and I longed to see his rigid rod plunging in and out of her beautiful twat. 

My wife's bare legs were in constant motion, now resting on the seat top, now wrapped around her young sex mate, now jerking in the air above his back as she fucked him avidly Though he lasted only a minute longer than Dennis had, Tony's climax was matched by Tracy's. She moaned softly as his semen spewed into her wildly spamming pussy.

Soon after that we came to a rest area, and I pulled in and told the guys in the back to change places with Anthony and Dwayne. I asked Tony to drive this time, so that I could get a better view and perhaps even join in. 

Then we were back on the Interstate, Tracy alternately frenching Dwayne and Anthony as she fondled their dicks. Dwayne had an eight-inch, un-circumcised ebony beauty, but it was Anthony's that caught my attention. Though only about six inches long, it was as thick as Tracy's wrist, and topped with a huge head. It was that one Tracy wanted first, and Dwayne slid onto the floor as she guided Anthony's thick dong between her thighs. A low wail of pleasure came from her lips as he penetrated her. I took her hand and held it while Anthony fucked her, feeling it clench on mine with every plunge of his massive dick as it plumbed her depths. Tracy brought her knees up to her shoulders to get him as deep as possible. 

Anthony screwed her with controlled, easy strokes, obviously trying to last as long as possible. When she wasn't French kissing him, Tracy's eyes occasionally found mine, her slight smile telling me that she knew this was almost as exciting for me as it was for her.

"Is she a good fuck, Anthony?" I said watching Tracy's erotically flushed face.

"The best!" he gasped, his wrist-thick member sliding in and out of her, dripping semen and pussy juice with each withdrawal.

"Well, this is your first time with her, but it doesn't have to be your last," I told him, and with that Tracy came, mewling and kicking as her orgasm washed over her nude body. 

Anthony paused only momentarily before resuming his rhythmical probing. Tracy wrapped her wet, flawless legs around him again, moaning. I reached down to touch her pussy where his massive staff was plunging in and out.

"Which is better, thicker or longer?" I asked her.

"Thicker," she breathed instantly, and French-kissed our neighbor some more.

I stroked the back of her left thigh as Anthony fucked her, her warm wet skin as smooth as glass. A puddle of come was staining the seat beneath her ass. 

When their kiss broke I said to her, "You're about to get your first black cock. Does that excite you?"

"Yes," she said almost inaudibly, her eyes finding mine. I slid my middle finger into her anus, the come making the entry slick and easy.

"Black sperm in your belly," I said, and my wife climaxed yet again. 

This one was so powerful it made her scream with joy, and kick so hard that one of her shoes went flying off, bouncing off the roof of the car and landing in the front seat. She lay panting and sweating after it subsided, while Anthony's thick prick kept its steady pace in and out of her. 

Finally, she looked into his face. "What can I do to make it better?" Tracy asked him.

"You're already great," he assured her. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you."

"Well," Tracy said, "I think you ought to come over once a week, for a sample. Don't you, honey?" She smiled at me. I said nothing, surprised at this turn of events. 

"My husband obviously likes to watch me get it," she went on. "So we'll try to keep him happy,"

Anthony gasped at that, and finally emptied his balls into her overflowing snatch. Crazed with desire myself now, I asked Anthony to trade places with me. I heaved myself over the back of the seat as he climbed into the front. By the time I had struggled out of my clothes and seated myself on the floor, Dwayne had already buried his eight-inch tool in Tracy's loose, sloppy sheath, which was now only inches from my face. I watched with awe and appreciation as his large black penis skewered her white, red-furred slit, disappearing all the way inside her and sliding back out, shiny with her juices. Her white legs hugged Dwayne's black body worshipfully, her excited, eager face reflecting her arousal. Again I probed her anus with my finger, sinking it to the hilt.

"So how do you like black cock?" I asked, looking into her half-glazed eyes.

"The best!" she responded breathlessly, smiling at me. "Do you like watching it go into me?"

"I love it," I admitted. I could see that she was on the brink again, so I wiggled my finger in her ass, and Tracy went off, humping Dwayne wildly as her body shuddered and writhed. 

Dwayne lowered his face to her tits, his lips and mustache roving over her stiff, wet nipples, kissing and nibbling as Tracy wiggled beneath him, tearing off another climax almost on the heels of the last one. Then she lay gasping as Dwayne pounded his way to release, crying out as he spurted strong jets of semen into her still spamming pussy.

I couldn't wait any longer. I eagerly changed places with Dwayne, sliding between my wife's wet, sticky thighs. My rigid rod slid effortlessly into her hugely dilated, sloppy snatch, and I felt very little friction as I began to fuck her. Dwayne stroked her left breast as I rutted on top of her, looking deeply into her eyes.

"So how did you like your gang bang?" I panted.

"God, I loved it! It's every girl's fantasy."

"Why don't you suck the come off Dwayne's cock?" I said. 

Tracy turned her face toward Dwayne, who rose to his knees, bringing his cock to her lips. Then she was kissing and sucking his come-covered prick, licking it lovingly as she cleansed it of their juices, sucking on the foreskin and kissing the tip, smiling up at Dwayne as she did it. The sight almost made me come. Even though Tracy's cunt was so loose and slimy that I felt as though I were fucking a warm glass of Jell-0, the knowledge that my aching prick was submersed in a sea of come from four other men set me afire. I slid my cock out of her gaping gash and levered it into her rear end.

Groans of pleasure came from her lips as my dick inched its way past her sphincter. "She loves it up the ass," I told Dwayne, and the others.

"Jesus! This girl is perfect!" Dennis enthused.

"She is," I agreed, slowly working my prick up Tracy's protuberant backside. "She likes the taste of come, too." 

Tracy pulled her knees up to her chest, levering her butt upward to give me better access, and I buried my eight-inch penis in her, fucking her marvelous ass with abandon as the four guys looked on in awe.

"Finger her clit," I said to Dwayne, humping hard as my climax neared. He did so, and Tracy and I went off together, after which I fell against her, her arms and legs wrapping me lovingly.

"This was quite a game," she murmured, kissing my ear as my prick slipped from her flooded opening. "I'm not sure you can ever top this."

I smiled down at her. "Don't underestimate me, my love," I told her. "We've only just touched the surface.



The Ball Game



Saturday was finally here. This ball game was gone to be special. It was the Yankees against the Red Sox and it was the final game of the playoffs. The beer was being iced, the pizza ordered, and I had taken the phone off the hook so not to be disturbed. 

I was pumped. My mom was picking up the pizza when she went out and would deliver it later. She wasn't going out just to pick up the pizza, she would have if I had asked, but she was going shopping and it was on her way. She had insisted it was the least she could do and she wanted to visit for a minute. I got the peanuts out, the chips, and I grabbed a beer. Since this game was special I even bought the good amber colored beer in the bottle instead of the piss they serve in the cans. I did not have to go out again till the game was over. This was going to be my time. 

The first inning was not very exciting and after it was over, the score was still 0, 0. At the top of the second, the Red Sox's got a hit and eventually got a man on base before the Yankee's retired the side. The Yankees were batting when I heard a knock on the door signaling Mom's arrival with the pizza. Mom wasn't very tall and stood only 5'6" in her stocking feet. She was relatively average in weight, a brunette, but she was pretty by my standards, but definitely not a supermodel by any means.

"Hey Mom, thanks for delivering the pizza, want to stay and have a slice?" 

"No, I really need to go shopping. So how is the game?" She asked as she surveyed the room eyeing my big screen TV that took up a lot of wall space in my meek apartment.

"The game is still 0, 0, but the Yankees will soon show the Red Sox what they are made of. You got a favorite team?" 

"Well I do not follow baseball to much, but I think I like the Red Sox. Aren't they that team from Atlanta?" 

"No Mom, gees, women and sports. The Red Sox are from Boston and the Braves are from Atlanta. You know, Georgia, that state below South Carolina." 

"Don't make fun of your mother when she is delivering your dinner. O.K. OK, so I don't know where the team is from and what is wrong with women and sports?" 

"Nothing Mom, I just thought you were more knowledgeable in the sport. Want a beer?" 

"I shouldn't, not now. I do not need to drink and drive. I can't afford to get a DUI." 

"Mom, you're not going to get a DUI from one beer, well I am going to have a slice of pizza before it gets cold, sure you don't want some? Why don't you sit down and have some, I can't eat the entire thing by myself." 

"I can stay only for a minute as she settled on the couch directly in front of the TV. So where are your friends?" 

"Bob and Pete both called today to tell me they could not make it, and Margie didn't want to come. So it is just me, and you, if you stay." 

"How are things going with Margie? I know you haven't been seeing much of her lately." 

"I don't know, she is on again, off again. Maybe I am not handling her right, or maybe she has another boyfriend she is seeing when she isn't with me. Sometimes I just don't understand her." 

"Mmmm, I am sorry. Maybe we ought to talk about this. I mean I am a woman and I can possibly give you some insight. On second thought," like she just realized she was hungry, "I think I will have a piece of pizza." 

She got up and grabbed a slice and put it on one of the paper plates I had on the counter. "Want something to wash it down with Mom, a soda, water, or beer?" 

"How about I split a beer with you ok? I really don't need a full one." 

"Sure Mom" I poured her some from my bottle into a glass I had brought over to use that was on the coffee table. As we took our first tastes of the pizza, we sat almost in silence as our eyes both wandered to the TV and watched the game. 

"So Mark, when was the last time you and Margie went out?" 

"Ahhhh, lets see, a couple of weekends ago, we went to a movie." 

"Did she spend the night?" 

"Mom, that's personal, but if you must know, no. I wanted her too, but she left right after the movie." 

"Well honey, maybe you will need to find another woman, I really don't know at this point. So why is that guy walking to the base? He didn't hit the ball, and can't they throw him out, or tag him?" 

"Mom, it is called a "Walk" and that is because that Red Sox pitcher doesn't pitch so well. He threw the Yankee batter 4 pitches that were outside of the strike zone. So the batter can walk down to the base, and it counts as if he had hit the ball." 

"I think that pitcher is doing just fine, look at that number 93MPH, and he is sure is cute." 

"Mom, it may be fast, but it is not accurate, and that is what counts. Cute does not make him a good pitcher." 

"Well I bet you the next one he throws will be accurate. It will be a strike," 

"Ok, when the next batter gets up if he throws a strike I owe you, I do not know what I will owe you, but you win. OK?" I said boldly.

"That sounds good, and if it is not a strike then I owe. So what should we bet?" 

"How about chugging a beer?" 

"No, that is not lady like, how about a shot, got any Tequila?" 

"I think I have some." I went to fetch the bottle. I put a shot glass on the table and then proceeded to fill it up. "Ok, on the next pitch, if it is a strike, I will drink it, and if it isn't then you, OK?"

"Sure, I can always do my shopping after the game." 

When the ball crossed home plate it was a strike. "Well I guess it is mine. You win" I said. She watched contently as I consumed the clear beverage that stung all the way down. "Want to go again?" I asked. 

"Sure son, I think this is fun as long as I am winning."

The second pitch that crossed the plate was another strike. I drank the shot again.

The third pitch was much like the second and it was still my turn. 

"Boy I like this, I haven't lost yet." Mom retorted, "And it looks like you're on your way to getting soused." 

"Want to go again?" I said. 

"You think you ought to, you have had 3 so far on top of the beer. How about if you lose instead of drinking you rub my feet?" 

"What ever you say, but you will have to drink a shot if you lose." 

"Surely, I will not mind at all." 

When the next batter came up, it was a foul ball. "Mom, I guess technically that is a strike. Give me your foot." 

Mom removed her shoes and put both of her feet in my lap. She had stocking feet, and I proceeded to massage them for a minute. I am not really into feet but she had nice feet. Her legs were gorgeous though. Tanned slender legs, perfect in my book, all the way up to her womanhood, a delight to look at, but better to touch. She had a skirt on so I while I was doing her foot massage her calves were exposed all the way to the knees. I had never massaged my girlfriends' feet before, maybe I should have. I was enjoying this. 

She put her feet down on the floor before the next pitch. The next pitch was ruled "ball." Finally, she lost. I picked up the full shot glass and handed it to her. She took it, stared at its content, "Well, here's to you." She said and in one foul swoop she downed the Tequila. "Boy, that will put hair on your chest, is that where you got yours?" As she looked at the hairs sticking out of the unbuttoned polo shirt I was wearing.

"I don't think so. Ok here is the next pitch." 

After the pitch, Mom lifted her legs back up to my lap so that I could massage them again before I could even tell her if she won or not. She was catching on. I really thought the Red Sox where a worse team then the Yanks, but they were actually playing pretty good ball so far. On the next pitch she downed another shot. "I can't do that again. I do not drink a lot. We will have to bet for something else." 

"Money?" I asked.

"I cannot take my son's money." 

"Who says I will lose?" 

"Well so far you haven't done so well. How about if you lose I will get a hug instead?" 

"Mom, I hug you all the time, that wouldn't be giving you anything you don't normally have." 

"Well, you don't kiss me all the time so we can play for a kiss. A regular kiss, on the lips, like you use to do when you were 3, and if I win I can massage your feet, or something you want." 

"OK", I said with thoughts of her legs still sketched on my mind. 

The next pitch got me a foot massage. I took off my sandals and placed my legs on her lap. She turned a little so she was angled facing me, and started massaging my foot. During it I notice her stop for just a minute. "Mom, are you alright? Why did you stop?" 

"Huh, huh, just I hadn't really noticed how muscular your legs were until now." 

"You sure that is why you stopped Mom?" as my manhood started getting that tingly feeling.

"Sure, now watch the game." She rubbed my feet once more before she pushed them from her lap. When I swung my legs back into sitting position, I noticed my shorts had ridden up a few inches. Maybe she was staring at my balls or even my cock I thought to myself. 

After the next batter got up he took a pitch. We had never mentioned an intentional strike but this is what just happened. "Ok, honey, give your Mom a kiss." I looked at her and put one of my hands on her shoulder and pulled her closer. I leaned over and with my eyes closed I gave her a kiss, right on her lips. Her lipstick tasted sweet and I really enjoyed that kiss. It wasn't like my girlfriend had kissed me, but it was sweet. I really thought I would be repulsed, not repulsed, but you know, feel funny about this. Actually the peck on her lips felt natural. "That was very nice." 

The next pitch was a ball. "Mmmmm, let me see, how about you do the same?" I told her. 

"I would be delighted sweetie." We met in the middle and our lips met for the second time. This kiss was a little more intense. I felt her lips quiver under mine, and when we ended it, we both hesitated. 

The next pitch gave me the next request, but before I could make my request, "Again?" she said. And without hesitation or waiting for an answer she leaned in again. Our mouths met, lips pressing on each other, and forgetting myself, my tongue started to press her for an opening. Her hand reached over and touched my thigh as my tongue found passage and met hers. Electricity flew between them, and I really didn't want to stop the kiss, but I knew it wouldn't be the last. 

She won the next pitch and I started to lean toward her for our next kiss, only to be told. "No honey. Instead, can I look at your chest? You are so well developed and I haven't seen a man in shape in a long time. When you get to be my age, they all have beer bellies." 

"OK Mom, if you insist." I was delighted to take my shirt off. I stood up and moved to the end of the coffee table. I grabbed the bottom of my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. I held it in my hand as I turned around slowly so she could see every angle. I started to put it back on when I saw her shake her head in disapproval. 

I won the next one by default. We didn't even look at the TV. I sat down next to her and leaned towards her. "I won this one. I want another kiss." She leaned towards me with mouth parted. I gave her a very passionate kiss while I sat back next to her. Her hand pressed against my chest, for an instant I thought it was so I could not get any closer to her, but when she started feeling my muscles and my small nipples I knew better, I did not mind. When the kiss broke, I noticed the batter hit the ball. "Mom I think I won again." 

"You did? So what do you want me to do?" 

"Will you let me massage your legs like I did your feet?" 

"Sure, that's like a win for me." She leaned back and I rubbed her feet and then went up her calve. I traced her legs with my fingers until I reached her hemline and then back down. I put my hands around them and felt the stocking clad appendages. Feelings were starting to become visible in my shorts as I rubbed up and down those nice legs. Her legs, along with the kisses we had completed earlier were turning me on, and I enjoyed the feeling immensely. I massaged from her feet to her hemline, over and over. "That feels wonderful, but I guess I have had my turn. OK, well one more time," as soon as I approached her hemline this time I notice her pull her skirt up a few inches. I felt all that was visible. "Wonderful," she said as she lowered her legs. 

"I want you to have something special so here goes." She took another shot of Tequila in her mouth and leaned over to me. She kissed me and as she did she opened her lips to let the Tequila trickle in my mouth. Then our tongues touched in the pool of liquor. As this was happening she took one of my hands and placed it on her breast, she entwined her fingers with mine and pressed firmly. I felt the nipple stiffen to my touch. I took every opportunity to squeeze the breast that once nursed me. The blouse she wore was pressed cotton, and through it, I could feel the silkiness of her lace bra. This was a thrill beyond belief. 

"Mom, that feels so good to me." 

"Did you enjoy that? Wait till I lose again." The Tequila was taking some effect on her.

I didn't have to wait long before that happened. She stood up and undid the button that held her skirt. She then lowered the zipper on the side so her skirt would fall to the floor. She then unbuttoned each one of the little pearl buttons that held her blouse together. I may be prejudice, or the tequila talking, but she was the prettiest 55 year old woman I had seen. She sat back down and turned her back to me, "unhook my bra please." I did not have to be asked twice. My fingers fumbled with the clasp but soon her bare back was in my view. 

She got up still facing in the opposite direction. She slowly turned around holding the cups of her bra against her breasts. "If you were out with the guys in some sports bar you might see something like these." While saying this, she removed her bra from in front of her, threw it on the floor, and her bare breasts were now mine to view. Her nipples were thick and her aureoles were very dark. She stood now only in her stockings held up by garter ribbons and her lace panties. 

"You're so beautiful Mom." I stood up and gave her another kiss, and without being prompted, seized one of her boobs. We sunk on the couch and I caressed her while she did the same to me. I grabbed at the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips so that I could dispose of them. I was so taken with her that I knelt between her legs and using my tongue bathed her thighs. I worked myself to the folds of her vaginal lips and around the neatly trimmed bush avoiding her clit. I leaned up and sucked on her luscious nipples, so they were very hard and firm, much like my cock. I pushed her stocking clad legs up so her knees were high in the air and her feet were on the edge of the couch and began my assault on her velvet inner walls. I loved the feel of her stockings against my ears as I held her ankles. God how fantastic she was, her pussy was the best I had ever tasted. To think I came from this womb made my dick very hard. I continued plunging my tongue deep inside her and occasionally would push her legs back towards her revealing her tiny puckered star, which I licked several times to her delight. 

"Oh baby, do it" 

After the fourth time, I tried to stick my tongue in that very tight passageway; I felt the tremors build up inside her. "Oh god, my son, don't stop. Lick me, and lick my ass. I am about to cum; get ready to catch my juices in your mouth. Fuck Mommy with your tongue baby." I did as I was told and did not hesitate. My face became covered in her excretions, I licked as much as I could get. Only after her tremors subsided, I stood up. She helped me to take my shorts and briefs off over my erect cock. She took hold of my cock and her hand stroked it down to the base. Her other hand went to the head of it and by using her thumb and forefinger made the pee hole open. She took the tip of her tongue and placed it at the tip of it trying to force it in. "I wish I could do that for you sweetie. Maybe this will work. Her mouth surrounded my cock head. She stroked up with her hand meeting her mouth. Then plunged her hand, followed by her lips back down my shaft till her lips were at the base, she was deep throating my cock. Margie, or any other girlfriend I ever had sex with, never had done that before, what a sensation. 

She continued this motion until I was ready to cum. "Mom, if you keep that up I am going to cum." 

"Please son, I really want you too; I haven't tasted cum in years." And with that said, I felt the tip of her finger slide into my virgin ass. That was all I could take. 

When my cock exploded she threw her mouth down on my cock as far as she could. I believed I felt the uvula in the back of her throat which I must have painted with my sticky goo. When I finished pulsating, she licked my cock very lovingly and sucked each one of my balls. 

We sat back to watch the rest of the game, but it didn't happen. When she started playing with my cock, it responded. Half hard she knelt down to suck it till it was completely hard. Without a word she pushed me back on the couch and straddled my awaiting cock. 

When she fed it into her pussy, I felt the velvety softness I had passed 19 years ago. My Mom knew what she was doing as she rode me. I watched her breasts as I held her hips pushing her forcibly down on my shaft and up again so my erection just passed through her vaginal opening and back down. I can tell you it wasn't long before we were both having simultaneous orgasms. 

"Mom, that was incredible." 

"Yes, I rather enjoyed it. It has been a long time since I had a real good looking boy for a lover, but it is even better knowing it is my son. I guess I better get out of here and go shopping." 

"Mom, do you have too?" 

"Well, I should, but maybe I will stay and watch the rest of the innings. Want to bet?" 

"Don't you think you have had enough?" 

"Never!!!!"

All I could do was enjoy this new experience. My mom had it all over my girlfriend in every way. 

I never invited the guys over to watch the game ever again. My mom and I watched games together right through the World Series that season, betting on every play. After the World Series, we started on football. Mom knows more about sports than any one of my friends. Occasionally she has hinted about inviting others to watch the games with us, but I don't know if I want to share her with others. We will see. 

More Later!!!



The Ball Game



This turned into a sawing movement which moved closer and closer to her crotch until the side of my hand was rubbing along the moist, cotton covered crack of her pussy. On the second pass I followed through with an outstretched thumb that I had slipped inside the hem of those ridiculous panties. Her buttocks clenched and she moaned once more to encourage me to repeat this action over and over again. 

If she was wet before, she was now soaking wet with enough lubricant to enable her to service a company of Grenadier guardsmen. I pulled that scanty covering away from its prize and out of the way and, in less time than it takes to say 'Get out of those pants and fuck me', I had stripped naked from the waist down and stood behind her: my Olympian erection pulsing in time with my rapid heartbeat. Her distended and glistening pussy, nestling in its bed of brown curls, beckoned me from between her parted legs and I positioned myself for a forced entry.

After several passes along and between her engorged lips to lubricate the head of my penis, I slipped it into her smouldering hole. Her wet folds closed around the first few inches of my cock and sucked the remainder of it into her willing body until the thatch on my pubic mound rubbed coarsely against her pale globes. I reached forward to grope her pendulous breasts, but discovered that Sean was already kneading them, leaving me to cling on to her waist and thrust into her with selfish enthusiasm.

She had already established a rhythm as she vacuumed her husband's cock and I was happy to fall into the same rhythm as I thrust my penis in and out of her exquisitely tight pussy. She had moaned loudly as I entered her, but she kept cumming about every couple of minutes, each one more powerful than the last if the strength of the ripples of the contractions in her pussy were any measure. The slurping and slapping noises alone were enough to push me over the edge but, when combined with the soft wet grip of her vaginal wall muscles along the length of my penis, I was doing well not to finish there and then. 

Just when I thought that I could hold out no longer, Sean came. He groaned and took over control, he held her head and pushed his entire length deep into Carol's throat. Her throat contracted around his cock and this was replicated in her vagina as it grasped my own throbbing shaft even tighter. It was then that I came - quickly, with many spasms that deposited floods of pent up semen deep inside her.

Sated, Sean pulled his limp cock out of Carol's mouth and cradled her face. Kissing her lips he said, "Thank you, Princess," 

I had slumped across Carol's back after I came and within a minute my own soft cock had slipped out of her as well. Kissing her bare back, I repeated, "Yeh, thanks Carol, you were fantastic," and fell backwards into my chair with my slimy flaccid cock lying replete in my lap.

I realised then that Sean and I had allowed Carol to achieve her fantasy of satisfying two men at once and they both joined me on the sofa to enjoy their own afterglow.

We half lay, half sat in three dishevelled heaps before she finally got up and said in a matter-of-fact way, "Time for coffee, boys?" and poured each of us a cup.

As she handed me my coffee, she looked mischievously into my eyes and I knew that the evening was not yet over. She leaned forward to give me my cup and her scant night-dress fell open to allow me a clear view of her other assets. Sean received the same attention a moment later.

Both Sean and I were sat, dressed only in the sports shirts that we had worn to the theatre, albeit they had become unbuttoned, so it was clear from the semi-hard-on we sported in our groins that we had both partially recuperated. Needless-to-say, Carol had also noticed and was determined to complete our recovery by standing in front of us to provocatively and completely, undress. 

It had been years since I had looked on her naked body but she was every bit as beautiful as I remembered. When her erotic striptease was over, she knelt in front of each of us in turn and, by taking our cocks into her mouth, sucked each of us to a 'full-blown' erection. Satisfied that she had 'licked' both of us into shape, she moved over and settled down on the soft rug before the fire.

"Over here, Sean, I want you," she begged seductively and Sean obeyed, lying down on his back next to her, unashamed of his, not inconsiderable member, as it pointed rigidly towards the ceiling.

Carol kissed him passionately then straddled him, placing her knees on either side of his body so that her, red and distended pussy lips were poised only millimetres above the purple head of his tense cock. Slowly and deliberately she lowered herself down onto his totem pole until she was fully impaled then, after a few strokes, she leaned forward and lay on his chest. 

Reaching behind her she pulled her firm arse cheeks apart to reveal her puckered brown rear entrance then said to me,

"Please John, I have another little hole that needs filling."

I have to confess that my experience of anal sex before then was very limited but I was prepared to learn quickly, sitting as I was, observing the scene before me with a throbbing erection.

So, once again I found myself behind the crouched body of this goddess and astride Sean's legs. I caressed her firm athletic buttocks as she slid up and down on Sean's penis and slid my thumb down her back crevice and into her rear opening to test it for compliance. It twitched and retracted as I tried to penetrate deeper, but it held on firmly to my thumb. She needed lubrication. 

Normally, when excited, this lady provided all that was needed from the fountain between her legs but this was currently full of Sean's cock, so I needed something else.

On the table, just behind me, was our supper - cheese, crackers and butter. By now, the butter had softened with the radiant heat of the fire so I scooped up a large portion and applied it liberally between her cheeks, around the ring of her anus and along the length of my cock. Slowly, I allowed my butter-coated fingers to slip smoothly inside and expand her anal ring. 

Her movement on Sean's cock meant that she was impaling herself on my stationary fingers with each upward stroke on his cock and I only needed to rotate them a little to assist their progress. When her tight little ring allowed three fingers to pass inside, I removed them and pressed the soft head of my penis against her opening. She stopped moving when she felt me at her entrance to allow this tricky manoeuvre to be carried out. I did not feel the expected resistance as I eased my penis smoothly and deliberately forward until it plumbed deep into her bowels. 

When fully inside, my balls slapped against those of Sean whose penis was impaled to the hilt in Carol's other hole evoking one of the most sensational feelings I have ever had. 

She had let out a little cry when I first entered her, but followed this with a, "Yes, yes, yes!" indicating her pleasure at being fully filled.

As she got used to the new sensation, she started to ease back off Sean's cock and this caused her to push herself harder onto me. I could also feel the knobbly underside of his penis in her vagina through the membrane wall that separated us as it raked against mine. 

When almost fully disengaged she thrust back onto him, drawing her tight little ring down and to the end of, my cock. It was clear that, if I held steady in this position, Carol could fuck each of us in her own time, impaling herself alternately on one then the other of our cocks.

Having recently ejaculated, both Sean and I were looking forward to a long fuck and so, it appeared was Carol. She oscillated vigorously between us for several minutes before crying out and resting, only to repeat the cycle again. After five or six of these orgasms she finally slumped forward on Sean's chest who, like me, was very close to his own climax. 

When she fell still, he humped up into her, arching his body and shooting his seed deep within her. I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing as he came and when he too fell back to ground, I started to pound hard into Carol's rear passage with long deep strokes until my own orgasm overtook me. I writhed and twitched in that tight little hole as it spasmed around me until, finally, my reservoir of sperm was also empty and I fell sideways and lay, exhausted, on the rug. 

With me out of the way, Carol was able to roll off Sean and onto her back to take up a position lying between the two of us. All three of us were glistening with sweat and panting loudly. The 'sandwich filling' was the first to speak, 

"That was amazing, guys" she said and we both had to agree with her.

We must have dozed off because it was some time before anyone moved and again, it was Carol who spoke first, " I'm going to grab a shower and go to bed." 

She kissed both Sean and I on the cheek in a chased way that belied our activities of earlier, picked up her discarded clothes and skipped from the room. We were left lying on the hearthrug looking and feeling a trifle foolish.

"She's really something, Eh, John?" said Sean proudly.

"Unbelievable!" I added and began to gather my own few garments.

"I'll grab a shower as well and see you in the morning."

"Yeh, Goodnight," answered Sean. "I'll have me just one more drink and then I'm away as well"

I left him lying on the hearthrug with a large brandy, glowing in the firelight, in his hand.

********

I new she was there as soon as I entered the bedroom. It was filled with the scent of a freshly bathed and scented female. I closed the door and flicked the switch that activated both bedside lights. Carol was snuggled under my sheet, hair brushed and looking radiant.

"Lost your way?" I asked, throwing my clothes onto a nearby chair and removing my shirt.

"Sean thought you might be lonely."

"Did he, now?" 

I was half way into the shower and turning the taps when she said something else, but the noise of the water drowned it out and for the next few minutes I was alone with the water and steam. Refreshed from the spray, I dried myself vigorously and then, automatically, cleaned my teeth and applied my deodorant.

Carol was lying with the sheet pulled tight around her neck framing her lovely face. Her hair fell lazily onto the pillow and she looked as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth - but a jump to reality reminded me just where butter would melt in her and I smiled to myself.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Oh nothing. I was thinking what an angel you are."

Switching out the lights, I climbed into bed and spooned up behind her, burying my face in her neck and enveloping her in my arms. She sighed, covering my arms with her own and we lay quietly until sleep overcame us.

*******

It must have been around nine when I woke and, like most men, was experiencing the usual 'morning glory' erection made even harder by the warm wet lips that surrounded and sucked it.

The sheet was on the floor and a dark head bobbed up and down in my groin. Long firm fingers played with my balls and slipped between my legs to tease my anus. 

Mysteriously, I was only feeling the pleasure and not the pressure as I lay and enjoyed the attention. I groaned and stroked her back to let her know that I was awake. She stopped to say, "Good morning" and then continued to felate me with the skill of some one who truly loved what she was doing.

Eventually, I could feel that familiar sensation of sperm starting its journey and I pulled her face up to mine to remove the stimulus and to allow me to kiss her full lips. I hugged her warm naked body as our tongues duelled and took pleasure in the feel of her nipples as they pressed against the hair on my chest. 

I had looked at and savoured those breasts many times in the last few days but had, so far, not touched them - not even brushed them with my fingers so, slipping a hand between us, I corrected this oversight and cupped one of her full firm breasts. 

She moaned as I squeezed it, but then I began to circle the aureole with my extended forefinger. This action pulled and stretched the nipple in every direction bringing it to a peak of sensitivity and making it ready for me to pinch and roll between my finger and thumb. She broke our embrace and rolled onto her back with her arms above her head, offering full access to her slender form. I kissed her ears and neck on my way to her breasts, then suckled them greedily. In a few brief minutes she signalled me to proceed lower by arching her pelvis off the bed. 

I responded by climbing off the bed and, standing at its foot, took hold of her legs and gently pulled her until her midriff was close to the edge. Sinking to my knees, I spread her wide and placed her long legs over each of my shoulders.

From her sight and scent I could tell that she was a very aroused lady indeed. Her natural dark bush, whilst trimmed, was thick and curly and covered her mons and upper labia. Her engorged outer lips pouted redly through the thinner covering of hair between her legs and her clitoris peeped out expectantly from its fleshy cloak. I extended a tongue and licked the length of her labia from anus at the rear to her pee-hole in its narrow little front slit.

She pushed herself into my face and I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs allowing me to tongue-stroke her again, and again, each time probing deeper and deeper into her vagina. Her juices were flowing freely and I inserted a finger fully inside her to coat it before slipping it deep into her tight anus. On each stroke my tongue passed over her clitoris and on each stroke this tiny sentinel became stiffer and longer. I pulled back and blew warm air onto it and then sucked it into my mouth, rolling it between my lips as I had done with her nipples. 

Her moaning became louder as she articulated, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," She gave one last long sighing moan and thrust her pussy high off the bed and hard into my face, supporting herself only by the back of her head. Every muscle in her vagina rippled and vibrated on my tongue to signal her orgasm until the last spasm was accompanied with a cry of "Oh God, yes!" and she fell, limply, back onto the bed. 

I climbed up alongside her and held her for a while until she realised that the stiff object poking into her side was my rigid, unsatisfied, penis. She rolled over to face me, pulled me to her and threw a slim leg over mine to bring the slippery tip my cock to the entrance of her pussy.

We had already done hardcore shagging, now it was time for lovemaking and it took only a small movement of my hips to slip the top of my penis gently inside her. She sighed and wriggled to engulf the remainder and then we lay still. With no movement, my sensitivity was heightened and I could feel the little muscular ripples in the wall of her vagina bathe the entire length of my cock. I could also feel the faint crackle of electricity as our pubic hair meshed together. We kissed tenderly, but, in no time, the passion flooded back and I was driving deeply into her on each thrust. I rolled her over onto her back with her legs widely spread and suspended myself above her with the only point of contact between us being our genitals. For minutes I restricted myself to long slow thrusts and the view of my cock as it appeared and disappeared into that hair-covered cavern. But, as her arousal heightened and she began to thrust back against me, I increased the rate of thrusting until I was driving powerfully and purposefully in and out of her. 

Her legs surrounded me, grasping me to her and sharing the work. After a few minutes exertion I had half slumped onto her and was nuzzling her neck, whispering into her ear how marvellous she was. All too soon I felt the sap rise again and I breathed into her ear, "I'm coming," but she was already purring and I could feel those familiar tell tale signs in her vagina.

One....two... three.... four strong ejaculations pumped my seed deep inside her and by the time we had stopped moving, our genitals were liberally covered in my semen and her juices.

We enjoyed the usual post-coital rest before Carol said, "time for breakfast," and left me lying on the bed alone, naked and sated.

****

Breakfast was a civilised affair. Carol, elegantly clad in neatly pressed slacks and a cotton blouse served black coffee whilst Sean sat reading his Globe between bites of his bagel. I read the supplement and drank my juice.

"Big game on TV this afternoon," came a voice from behind the paper, " I don't think the Patriot's stand much of a chance, though."

"Do they ever in this modern world?" 

I was thinking cynically of something else, but said, "Who are they playing, Sean?" knowing, at least, that he was talking about his local team.

"The Dolphins- --you know Miami! "

"Oh!"

He feigned disgust at my ignorance and returned to his paper. I smiled. Carol smiled with me, well aware that I was teasing Sean with my own indifference.

After a brief discussion the stage was set for the afternoon game with its kick-off at two. Carol was to disappear to collect the 'vituals' - beer and nibbles, whilst Sean and I did almost nothing, that is, we opted for a very long walk in the beautifully wooded surroundings of their home. It gave both of us a chance to discuss how we felt about the previous evening.

We had only gone a couple of hundred yards when Sean said, "I don't know about you, John, but last night got me pretty turned on."

"It's been an unbelievable weekend." I replied, "I have to say that I was pretty uncomfortable about the prospect. God knows I would have been even had it been a whore we had hired but Carol...?"

" John, please don't feel like that, I can tell you she loved every minute of it. I guess that there is a slut in every woman. In fact she has something planned for this afternoon, but don't ask me what - I don't know."

He continued," Whatever it is, it needs to be over by six as my regional manager is coming down from New Hampshire to stay the night so that we can catch an early flight from Logan tomorrow."

"You're away tomorrow? I didn't realise." I said

"Yeh, It's a visit that I couldn't cancel - I'm sorry, John."

"No matter, I'll find something to do," I replied without seeing the hidden implications. Sean grinned and let it drop.

*****

Televised American football, like TV soccer in Europe assumes that the viewer needs to experience hours of foreplay. Pundits speculate. Presenters review and past participants re-live past glories. The result is a game, which should last less than an hour lasting over three.

Sean loved it all and was there in the den to soak up the atmosphere when it all started. I was sat on the deck enjoying some late autumn sunshine, planning to join him when the actual game started.

Carol brought out glasses of wine for the two of us, gave me one and sat beside me.

"You can't tear Sean away from the TV when the Patriots are playing," she said, gazing into the woods at the end of the garden in front of us.

"Sex and sport - that's what he said made the world go round - and I said that I half agreed with him." I was remembering, out loud, our conversation of yesterday, then turning to her, I asked,

"Does he know about you and me from ...before?"

"No, and I don't think it would serve any useful purpose to tell him," she replied firmly. I took her point and changed the subject.

"What is it about the threesome-thing that turns you on Carol?

"I guess it's the novelty." she answered, then recanted, "No that's not really true. The fact is that when I heard that you were to make frequent visits to New England I came up with a plan for you and I to get together again without having to skulk around. Shameless bitch aren't I?"




The Ball Game



"I'm flattered, but how did you convince Sean?"

"He's a man," she said resignedly, "anything kinky goes down well with him."

I smiled to myself and silently agreed that most men, given the opportunity to live out their fantasies, would jump at the chance.

"I guess that goes for me as well, then?" I asked without needing an answer.

She smiled her reply and put a playful hand on my leg before adding a postscript.

"It was pretty exciting though, wasn't it?"

*****

The game started at two and I was in situ to see it. I don't know why they bothered playing it as the result had already been decided in the previous hour by a myriad of commentators - but they did. For my part, I was entertained by Sean's enthusiasm as much as the game itself until the break came at the end of the first quarter when my attention was abruptly hijacked by the bearer of refreshments - Carol - the French maid. 

She appeared dressed in the cutest of outfits complete with a drinks tray and nibbles. If it had not been Carol it would have been a tacky outfit, but she was sensational. Her dark hair was worn up and tight to her head and her body was squeezed into a contoured one-piece black outfit that uplifted and presented her breasts in a fashion reminiscent of an eighteenth century courtesan. The short black skirt was surmounted by a starched white apron that struggled to cover her white frilly panties. Black suspenders held up a pair of black fishnet stockings and the whole vision was stood on a pair of patent leather high heel shoes that accentuated her slim curvaceous legs.

I was captivated and so, I noticed, was Sean. She tripped towards us and then bent, displaying her glorious cleavage to offer, first me and then her husband, a glass of beer before turning and affording us a splendid view of her rear as she deposited the contents of the tray on the table before us.

We were dumfounded - and hard! She smiled naughtily at both of us and left the room.

At half time she returned and performed the same ceremony only this time she had replace her frilly knickers with a simple pair of cotton panties and she spent longer unloading her tray. This allowed her to displayed more of her well-rounded arse and a little of her developing pussy lips that were beginning to fill out the crotch of her panties. Sean and I looked at each other and grinned.

At the end of the third quarter she re-appeared, performed the same ritual with the tray, but displayed a white thong that nestled gloriously between her rear cheeks and then disappeared into the jungle of hair between her parted legs.

I could see Sean openly rubbing his erection and laughed quietly knowing I felt the same wonderful discomfort.

Despite the pundits, the Patriots won and made Sean's day. Carol appeared with a bottle of chilled bubbly right on cue, as if she had known the result and placed the tray on the table as before but, in so doing, revealed that she no longer wore any panties at all - just a suspender belt to support the fishnet stockings. She filled the glasses on her tray and then turned to face us and asked with a twinkle in her eye, "Who would like champagne?" 

We both said 'yes' whereupon she smiled and reached behind her to draw down the zip fastener that held together her outfit and let the top fall away from her magnificent breasts. They spilled forward eagerly, scrambling out to be caught and cupped in each one of her hands where her thumb and fingers rolled the nipples until each one stood out like a little soldier on parade. 

Picking up a filled glass she glided towards me and, smiling knowingly, took up a position astride my sprawling legs. She bent her knees and straddled my waist so that the tip of her right breast hovered tantalisingly just a little above my face. 

Very slowly, she raised the glass and poured the cool liquid onto the curved upper surface of her smooth breast, letting it flow in a tiny rivulet, down its slope to the jutting protuberance at its end from where it dripped down into my mouth. I extended a tongue and bridged the gap so that I was soon receiving mouthfuls of wine, vaguely scented with her own special fragrance. As she plied me with drink I could see Sean undo the front of his pants, withdraw his straining penis and openly stroke himself as he watched.

When the first glass was empty she used her left breast to treat him to the same experience, only this time, unlike me, he took advantage of her missing panties and stroked the glistening head of his cock along the crevice made by her swollen pussy lips. 

Within seconds it was clear how much this excited and distracted her because she 

experienced considerable difficulty in maintaining a steady stream of wine down her breast. So much so that, in the end, she gave up and poured the remainder of the glass directly into Sean's mouth and sank down, impaling herself to the hilt on to his ramrod stiff cock. In no time she was rising and falling on his lap and emitting short moans of pleasure. 

Not to be left out, I stood up behind her and discarded my own clothing to release my own cock on which prominent veins visibly throbbed under the tightly stretched skin that covered it. 

Feeling my cock pressing into her back, Carol spun round athletically on Sean's cock to face me without letting more than a couple of Sean's inches slip out of her - inches she quickly reclaimed and on which she continued to rise and fall. I stepped forward and straddled Sean's legs, then I pressed my cock into the valley between her damp breasts and squeezed them together with the palms of my hands to form a warm moist tunnel around my penis. The up and down motions with which she fucked Sean also fucked me and produced such an exquisite sensation that, despite my best efforts to hold back, brought me quickly to the point of orgasm. 

I erupted in three powerful spurts that decorated her throat with the traditional white pearl necklace and as this happened both Sean and Carol revelled in the final throws of their own animal coupling and were thrashing about excitedly. 

I collapsed on the settee when I had finished and was panting joyously as Sean fell backwards beside me.

Carol chose to drape herself, half clad, across our two laps with her head in Sean's lap and her midriff on mine and there she lay relaxing as both Sean and I began to stroke her - he, her head, neck and breasts, and me - her upper thighs and groin. I twirled her matted pubic hair with my fingers and Sean twirled her nipples. She lay still at first enjoying the pleasure we were giving her, but finally purred and half turned to bring Sean's semi-flacid penis to her lips and then started to lick it. Her re-positioning left her bottom-up on my lap. This brought my own half-mast cock up between her legs where she trapped it against her wet lips, letting them pour themselves all around it like the thick whipped cream that encircles a banana in a banana split.

I felt great, free to stroke those lovely tanned globes as my most sensitive body part nestled moistly in a tight mitten of warm flesh. 

I fondled her absentmindedly, tracing white tracks across her almond-coloured flesh with my fingernails. Occasionally, it would tickle her and she would buck up her bottom in response, performing a delicious wanking stroke along my penis.

In an attempt to trigger similar responses, I explored her rear crevice, toying playfully with her wrinkled opening and succeeded in producing the desired response.

By the time I had pushed a forefinger up to its second knuckle into her she was crotch-fucking me in long slow movements. Despite the stimulation, my recent ejaculation allowed me to bathe, unstressed in the sheer pleasure of this contact. Our mutual pleasure continued for ages, but as time passed her wetness increased until it dribbled down my shaft onto my pubic forest and matted the hair there. 

The slurping noises and her moans around Sean's cock gradually became more intense, more urgent and her knees clenched tightly together trapping my penis until it was clear she was getting off with only the lips of her cunt and clitoris being stimulated by the side of my gnarled rod.

As her own excitement rose, her suction on Sean's cock increased until he was pumping upwards into her mouth and down into her throat, before finally arching his body to fill her mouth with another package of sperm.

I was still enjoying the friction as she looked over her shoulder to ask how I was doing.

"Keep up the good work," I answered to make her smile.

"That feels great but I'm afraid I need some 'deep heat'. How about some straight sex for a change?"

I laughed and playfully slapped one of those gorgeous buttocks.

She got up and moved the few things from the coffee table before sitting on its edge with her legs wide apart. I rose and stood before her, teasing her with a dick that was now throbbing purposely. She replied by throwing her lovely dark hair back over her shoulder, laying back and draping herself across the table to present me with a shining crimson pussy, distended and open with its clitoris protruding prominently from its lair.

I took my penis in hand and moved forward to engage its head with the entrance to this inviting tunnel, but, rather than plunge headlong inside her, I teased her with long strokes along its length, coating my sensitive bulb with her lubricant. She writhed, searching to be impaled and eventually succeeded in capturing the top two inches of my cock - enough to encourage me to slide the remainder deep inside her, stopping only when our pubic bones ground together.

Our coupling was effortless and I fell forward onto her slim body. She wrapped her long legs around me, pulling me further into her and slowly gyrated her well-filled groin against me.

I was again happy with the sensation as it did nothing to bring me close to boiling point but the stimulation to her clitoris did arouse Carol.

At last she begged, "For God's sake John - fuck me, fuck me hard."

In a single push-up I raised my body from the table lifting Carol's lower body until she hung from me like a baby monkey from its mother. I withdrew most of my cock from her clinging pussy, then re-inserted it hard and deep with a powerful thrust that brought a grunt from her half open mouth and for the next twenty minutes I drove hard and fast into her. 

She came several times as the noises of sexual intercourse, the slurping, slapping, moaning and grunting filled the room and became louder and louder. Sweat broke out on my forehead and dripped down to merge with that on her own glistening body. The little muscular tremors I felt around my cock as it travelled in and out of her slippery grotto grew in strength until her final orgasm approached. Her vagina felt like a powerful, greased hand gripping me, milking me ever more forcibly until, at that supreme moment, when she let out a giant sigh, it released me and I came, stabbing into her with a number of violent thrusts. 

These thrusts were reflexes dictated by nature itself and designed to deposit my ejaculate at the mouth of her womb. As I spilled my final drops, we were both overtaken with a wave of euphoria that deadened our senses and relaxed our bodies.

Eventually, she let her legs fall away and lay still, covered with a sheen of moisture that bore witness to our labours. I rose reluctantly from that human mattress and looked at her sated figure.

"Bravo!" came a quietly spoken voice from behind me. So enthralled was I with fucking the brains out of his wife, that I had forgotten Sean, but he had watched silently stroking is semi-flacid penis as we pleasured each other. I smiled back sheepishly, still vaguely uncomfortable about the situation, but I was completely satisfied and so, finally, was Carol.

Half an hour later we had all dressed and were sitting idly talking and drinking - so innocently that a vicar could have arrived unannounced without embarrassment let alone Sean's colleague. We were charging our batteries and it was quite like old times, as the three of us sat and chatted. We heard a car pull into the drive around six thirty and Sean left us to return five minutes later with Eric, a young guy with a broad smile and an overnight bag.

******

Sean and Eric were long gone when I finally crawled out of bed around nine and showered. The house was empty, but the coffee-pot on the stove was hot. I helped myself to a cup and, taking the paper, made myself comfortable at the kitchen table.

I was half way down page two when Carol breezed into the kitchen, a panting mess in a sweat stained track suit and just looking at her made me feel guilty about my own decadent start to the day. Nevertheless I brazened it out.

"You might have waited for me," I joked.

"Yeh, yeh," she ruffled my hair on her way to the bathroom.

The shower hissed into life and a second later the bathroom door clicked shut and remained shut for all of ten minutes before the noise stopped and she emerged in a short silk robe rubbing her dark hair with a towel. Her skin glowed pink as she passed me on her way to the fridge where she poured herself a glass of juice.

"You've scrubbed up well," I ventured sarcastically without taking my face from the paper. She turned and poked out her tongue. I only smiled.

I lay my paper on the table and sat looking at her.

"And what are you looking at?" she asked. She stood provocatively, haughtily, with a smug grin on her face that challenged me.

"Come here!" I ordered in my most authoritative voice.

She put down her juice and sidled up to me feigning insolence and stood, legs together, beside my chair.

Holding her gaze I placed a hand on her knee and forced my fingers between her kneecaps. 

"Open your legs," I commanded, and with pretended ire, she complied.

I slipped the palm of my hand up and along her soft inner thigh, stroking and caressing her skin, warm from her exercise and hot shower, reaching higher until I arrived at the moist conjunction of her legs.

I continued to look into her eyes as I sawed an outstretched hand between her pouting pussy lips. They were cool and firm at first but quickly became hot, slippery and soft, enabling me to dip an extended thumb into her sloppy depths and rub that trigger spot at the entrance to her harbour.

She had maintained defiant eye contact for some time, but now her eyes had closed as she surrendered to my administrations.

"Open your gown and bend over!" 

She did as instructed and her gown fell open letting a superb breast dangle mere inches from my mouth. I took hold of it with my free hand and guided it between my waiting lips to suckle eagerly on its jutting teat.

She murmured, "Yes, yes!" breathlessly and ground her chest into my face and pussy against my hand, clamping my thumb each time it entered her. I replaced my thumb with two stiff fingers and plunged them deeply into the, by now, gushing font between her legs and finger-fucked her until she came. 

A long gasped escaped her throat and she fell forward across me and lay there for several minutes, regaining her composure. When she started to move again I cleared the table in front of me with a single sweep of my arm and lifted her to sit on it, legs spread widely, before me. Holding her by the shoulders, I laid her back gently allowing her robe to slide to her sides leaving her cinnamon coloured body presented like a gourmet dish on its bed of dressing - a meal waiting to be devoured. Her women-scent rose and entered my flared nostrils, enflaming me, leaving me no choice but to descend into that valley between her thighs and lap at the scarlet gates of her inner sanctum. She lay with her head thrown back and hanging down over the far side of the table. Her feet dangled idly either side of me.

Re-inserting two outstretched fingers into the bottom of that boiling pit I continued where I had left off minutes before, only this time, I assisted the work of my fingers with well directed strokes of my tongue. As her ardour began to grow again, evident by her sighs and writhing, I increased the pace of my stimulation until she clamped her legs together and shouted, "Please God, fuck me - will you?"

I stood and discarded my clothing. Anyone taking an untrained puppy for a walk will know how it strains on the lead and that is how I felt when my impatient cock was released from its prison. It sprang out and dived, unchecked, into the waiting wet hole that closed around it like the fingers of some oiled silk glove that held it firmly. 

Slipping a hand under each of her thighs, I lifted them to further deepen the penetration of my inserted penis.

When both of us were comfortable, I began. First with long slow strokes that lifted her bodily off the table, but soon with shorter, harder, faster strokes that brought my ball sack into contact with her buttocks in a sharp staccato sequence of slaps. The sound of these, in harmony with the slurping noises that our genitals were jointly making, brought both of us to the point of ecstatic release and that final thrust - that violent, determined thrust, was the one which unleashed my waiting army of sperm. 

They charged down my prick, swelling it, and spurted deep inside her. She groaned loudly and arched her lithe body to fully impale herself onto my throbbing wand. This triggered the release of more than the usual amount of chemicals into my brain and these left my head spinning as the blood drained from it. My weakened leg muscles gave way and I collapsed onto her naked form hopeful that the table would take the weight of both of us.

I didn't test it for long and soon slumped back into my chair where I sat gazing at her red and swollen pussy as it nestled in its cloak of curly sweat and cum covered brown hair.

She lay still, eyes closed for what seemed ages before groaning, rolling over and lifting herself into a sitting position. She reverted to her pretended sullen state again, pouting at me and saying,

"So now you have had you way with me I suppose you are going to cast me aside."

I played along. 

" You know I have a meeting at one so get dressed. Short skirt, button blouse, shear bra, thong and hold-up stockings. I want to ogle you all the way there "

"Yes sir!"

She pulled her robe about her and rose from the table and started to slink away.

"Oh, and one more thing." She stopped looking back over her shoulder. I stood and approached her.

"Bend over!"

She obeyed and I lifted her robe over her rump to expose her, still scarlet pussy and perfect white globes. 

"Just so you know who's boss....."

I slapped her arse soundly causing her to flinch but remain bent over. I wasn't sure whether I had crossed a line. Until now my dealing with her had always been those of a lover, but I need not have worried.

"Oh, please Sir, punish me again," she pleaded in a little girl voice.

"On your hands and knees then." I ordered and she dropped silently into a bottoms-up position. I slapped her again on each cheek until her two little moons glowed like a red hot poker. She groaned as each slap was administered and I noticed her, already pouting, pussy lips grow even larger and begin to exude a pale liquid which trickled down the inside of her thighs.

Despite the number of times I slapped her she did not ask for me to stop and I became a little concerned.

"Stay there!" I barked and slipped into the bathroom, emerging seconds later with a jar of cream that I poured into my hand and began to smooth over her flaming skin.

The soothing effect of the cream made her purr as I caressed her and this encouraged me to continue into areas I had not punished such as her crevice and wrinkly hole that was presented to me. I poured cream into the hole and drove two fingers into its depths, reaming and sawing until the ring relaxed enough to take a third finger.