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Fit!

By: george_slippery



Chapter 1 - The Meeting

I was doing my bit for the local community centre, delivering leaflets about the classes and services. I'd just finished and jumped on my push bike to cycle back home when I noticed two very fit looking girls in shorts smiling at me. Their smiles were so inviting and they were kind of giving me the eye. One of them beckoned me over so I stopped just by them.

"You put things to our door letter hole?", she said with quite a thick eastern European accent.

"Yes, I'm delivering leaflets for the community centre round the corner." I replied, admiring her long blonde hair and large, round, low-neck-sleeveless-sports-top covered breasts. Well actually they were more uncovered and showing rather a lot of cleavage and the nipples were quite obvious through the thin material.

"I see, please?" she asked with her hand out, smiling wryly, obviously noticing my interest in her well endowed chest.

"I don't have any left. If yours is the corner house it was the last one." I said disappointed that I had no other excuse to talk to them (and ogle their bodies) any further.

The other girl then spoke, "Please, you come and tell us about community centre. What happen there?" They had the same accent. The second girl's voice was really deep and sultry. Her brown eyes were large and puppy like and she had gorgeous dark brown hair hanging down almost to her waist.

"It's all on the leaflet." I said, not thinking as I was entranced by the two girls' bodies.

The first girl spoke again. "We not good at reading English. You help us understand?"

"Please, come to our room. Explain leaflet," insisted the second girl again.

"OK, yes, if that's OK with you," I stammered, getting off my bike and turning it round. I noticed they were both looking at my lower parts. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a bulge probably revealed that I was a normal bloke appreciating their ample female charms.

"Where are you girls from?" I asked. They looked puzzled. "Your country? Where is home?"

The sultry voiced one answered. "We arrive from Romania..." she spoke to her friend in Romanian.

She added, "yesterday. We live here." and opened the gate to a large Edwardian townhouse. The front door showed evidence of about six separate flats.

The blonde girl opened the door, picked up the wadge of leaflets I'd stuffed through the letterbox and led us up the stairs to their flat. Eight bloody flights of stairs! They lived right at the top. The compensation was I got to inspect their rear ends as they walked up the stairs ahead of me. They were both wearing running shorts that were high cut around their muscular legs and molded to their pert bottoms. There was no evidence to suggest either of them were wearing underwear. It was such a struggle not to reach out and fondle them both.

I was breathing heavily when she opened the flat door. It revealed quite a large room, probably covering the whole of the floor area of the house.

"You come in, sit down, make your comfortable," the dark girl said, almost remembering a learned phrase from a book or English class.

"Thank you," I replied looking round for something to sit on. There was a drop leaf table over by the front window with a couple of chairs by the wall and the king-sized double bed against another wall. I thought to myself, " If they're both living in the same room then they must sleep in this bed. I wonder if they're lesbians?" My mind was making up fantasies quicker than I could cope. I sat down on the bed as it was nearest.

The room wasn't very tidy. There was the remains of their breakfast on the table, clothes draped over the chairs several pairs of skimpy panties on the floor and more on the bed along with bras and other paraphernalia.

"You wish some tea?" said the blonde one.

"Not tea. Do you have something cold?"

"Orange juice?"

"Great!" She went to the small fridge in the corner by a sink and a Baby Belling cooker. "Not many creature comforts." I thought.

"What is your name?" asked the dark one.

"Chris," I answered holding out my hand.

She took it and held it, "My name is Erika. She is Anna. Pleased to meet you." She squeezed my hand and lightly pumped it up and down. Anna is the blonde one and Erika is the dark one, I reminded myself. Anna came over and took my hand too. She just squeezed it lightly looking at my eyes, probably daring me to look down at her breasts.

Anna came over and gave Erika and I glasses of orange juice. She went back and got herself one in an old mug. It looked like they had just two each of the necessary crockery. The landlord had supplied the bare minimum. They came and sat close either side of me on the bed. Erika took off the light jacket she was wearing uncovering an identical T-shirt to Anna's and tits to die for. Erika's breasts didn't seem as large as Anna's but they were long and more cone shaped. The bulge in my shorts grew and throbbed with anticipation. I tried to surreptitiously cover my midriff with my hands but the movement was not lost on the girls who looked as if they were enjoying my discomfort.

Erika bent down to pick up the leaflets she'd dropped on the floor, stretching the material over her buttons and the mound between her legs. Her pussy cleft was outlined in the thin material.

"Please, you tell us of Community Centre?" She turned to me with the leaflets brushing my bare arm with her left breast. Erika drew closer on my left side.

"The Community Centre runs many classes for people who live locally, nearby, the local Community," I explained, trying to clarify the English words they were unfamiliar with. "You would be interested in the English classes, yes?"

"We want to learn English," Erika confirmed. "What day is English classes?" she asked grasping my hand with the leaflets closer so she could see.

"The English classes are on Wednesday afternoon," I said, pointing out the entry on the programme.

Now Anna pulled my hand with the leaflets to her side. "What is the cost? We have little money."

"It's all free. They all cost nothing."

The girls leaned in across me towards each other and held hands together, obviously pleased with this bit of information. Both sets of nipples brushed the tops of my legs causing my increasingly uncomfortable cock to strain against the inside of my clothes.

"How we join the class? Where, Community Centre?" asked Erika in her incredibly sultry voice.

Our hands touched yet again as I turned over the leaflets to show them the map on the back. "Here is the community centre. You are here." I said pointing to the two locations on the map. I realised then that because they were both still holding on to the leaflet their hands were resting on my lap and my cock was twitching only a couple of bits of material separating them.

"You show us to the English classes on Wednesday?" Anna asked with a pleading look.

"We like you to show us many things." Erika added letting her hand fall, seemingly accidentally, on my leg.

"Yes... We... I..." I stammered nervously. "I'll be glad to show you around and help you."

"You will be good friend." Anna said, this time it wasn't a question. "You help and teach girls and we can help you." Her hand also fell onto my leg. Not an accident! She continued, "We not experienced..."

At what I wondered.

"...In your country," she added after rather too long a pause. "We want to see many things." At that moment I could have sworn they were both looking at my crotch.

"Do you both live here, in this one room?" I asked, changing the subject.

"We only have money for one room," answered Anna.

"And one bed," added Erika suggestively. "We are used to this. We have large family. Two sisters and me in one bed."

"I am lucky. Only have one sister in one bed," snickered Anna. She paused for a moment as a thought struck her. "You think we are, how you say, lesboes?"

"Lesbians," I corrected. "No! I... Sorry! I didn't think that... Not at all," I jabbered not even convincing myself.

The two of them were giggling at my discomfort. They even leant forward across me and put their lips together in a mock kiss. That made them laugh even more.

"We are not lesbians," stated Erika. "We are just good friends." That made me laugh. They both looked at me, puzzled. "Why you laugh? I say something wrong?"

"No, not at all. It is just an English expression that sometimes means more than what is said. It would take too long to explain. English is often very confusing."

"You like us be lesbians?" asked Anna, out of the blue.

I paused, perhaps longer than I should have before saying, "No!" I wasn't sure whether the fantasy was better with them being lesbians or straight. "I'm very happy with you whatever you are," I added hedging my bets.

"We like men," said Erika, "but we are close friends too." and she held Anna's hand across me.

I changed the subject again: "What are you both doing here in England?"

Anna replied this time: "We are good gymnastics. We enter British competition and go to British college." That certainly explained the way they looked so fit, their muscular legs and their sporty clothes.

"Is that where you've been this morning?"

"Yes. We go to gym every morning."

"Even on your first day here?"

"We have to join club and register with organisers."

"Didn't they look after your accommodation?" Anna looked mystified again. "Where you would live. Didn't the competition organisers look after you?"

"It all cost more money. Our gymnastics club in Romania paid so much but it not enough for place to live. We pay this ourself. We must get job soon."

"I can probably help you." I started, looking forward to their reaction. "The children at the community centre want to do some gymnastics. You could teach them. It won't be very much money but it will help and you can do other jobs as well."

"You will do this for us?"

"I will try. I will be able to sort something out for you."

"You are very lovely man," proclaimed Anna as she through her arms around my neck and hugged me close to her bosom. She then planted a lovely sloppy kiss in my surprised lips.

Erika followed suit. "Thank you so much, Chris." She hugged and kissed me too but her kiss went on for longer and I felt her tongue lick my lips for a brief moment.

"We get you something to eat, yes?" Erika jumped up all excited, her lovely tits bouncing under her T-shirt.

"Listen. You don't have to do anything for me. I'm glad to help you."

"I want to give you something from my country. It is sweet and very..." She asked Anna what was the word in English.

Anna said "Erotic."

"I think she means exotic," although I didn't think things could be much more erotic.

While Erika was up getting the exotic food, Anna asked about something else in the leaflet.

"What is all this computers?"

"I teach people to use computers at the community centre. Do you know about computers?"

"Yes we have computers in our town bibliotheca."

"Library. The place where you can get books and now use computers."

"Yes. Library. I would like to learn more computers."

Erika came back with the food. It was like shredded wheat with honey. I'd had it before a a Greek restaurant. "This will make your lips dribble," she insisted as she gave me the small plate.

I laughed and said, "You mean, it will make my mouth water."

I tasted the morsel of food and she was right it did make my lips dribble. I made a complete mess of myself with all the crumbly bits dropping all over my shorts and shirt. We were all laughing together at the mess I was making. Erika was trying to be helpful by brushing the bits off my lap onto the floor but it had the effect of making my prick leap to attention rather suddenly.

"Oh!" she gasped as my shorts tented.

"I am so sorry." I blustered as I tried to cover the rather obvious bulge.

"It is OK." said Erika. "I have always wanted to see and feel a man. Can I touch him?"

"She didn't wait for an answer and stroked the length of my prick through my shorts.

Anna moved to kneel in front of me and put her hand up the leg of my shorts. "I want to feel him closer."

Not to be outdone, Erika undid the top button of my shorts and pulled down the zipper. I was wearing white briefs underneath but she stroked me again through the thin cotton material.

Anna grabbed hold of the waistband of my shorts and briefs and tugged them down to my knees. My prick sprang up and would have hit Anna in the face if Erika's hand hadn't caught it. They were both kneeling now with their faces just inches from my rampant prick.

"We are not experience with men," said Erika.

"This number one cock for us," Anna added.

"You mean this is the first naked cock you have seen?"

"Yes. It is good cock?" asked Anna

"I think so," I replied as my prick stood proudly to attention. "I've not had any complaints." It was certainly impressing the two girls. They both knelt with wide open mouths and eyes. Erika already had it in her hand and was just holding it about half way up. Anna also wanted to touch it. She held the top between one finger and thumb and slid the foreskin up and down revealing the purple head beneath.

I figured that since both of these beauties had hold of my cock. I could perhaps make free with certain parts of their bodies. I reached out and stroked one of Erika's and one of Anna's breasts. They looked up at me and smiled so I took a handful of each and gently squeezed.

Anna was the most precocious of the two and let go of my prick for a moment to lift off her top in one movement. Her tits were absolutely gorgeous, so large and round with small, erect, brown button nipples. She delicately stroked the head of my prick again as my hand wandered all over her tits, pinching her nipples and making her gasp with the electric sensation.

Seeing Anna lead the way, Erika pulled off her top revealing her pert breasts with large areola and nipples, defying gravity as they pointed upward. I just had to suck those nipples and I pulled her closer so that I could take as much of her breast into my mouth as would go. She moaned and pulled my head to her as I sucked those gorgeous tits.

Although I was still feeling Anna's tits with my free hand, I could tell she was getting a bit jealous about the attention I was giving to Erika and moved closer so her free breast was brushing against my cheek. I thought I'd take her to the next stage. I slid my hand slowly down over her stomach, pausing around her pierced belly-button with a tiny ring containing a little stone, over the front of her running shorts and started rubbing gently between her legs. I could tell she was willing by the way she virtually sat on my hand. I could definitely feel the crotch of her thin shorts becoming moist with her vaginal secretions. Her breath came faster and little squeaks escaped her mouth with each rub of my hand between her legs. Then she suddenly took my head in both hands, murmured "ma~ pupi!" (Kiss me!), and covered my mouth with hers. My tongue slid between her lips and hers came to meet it. Our tongues swirled together as the passion rose.

I think Erika was now feeling a bit left out. She had pulled my shorts and briefs completely off and was stroking my bare legs, inner thighs and cradling my balls. She pushed my T-shirt up to expose my hairy chest and was nuzzling my nipples with her lips.

Then Anna pulled away from me and spoke to Erika in Romanian. She sounded a bit miffed with her best friend. I think she was telling Erika to let her have me to herself. Erika didn't seem to pleased with this at first and she looked at me lustily with her large doe eyes. Anna put her hand on her face and stroked her neck and shoulders. It sounded like she was gently pleading with her and offering her to me when she was finished. The word 'pula' kept coming up, which I later found out meant dick. Erika finally moved away and pulled up a chair nearer the bed so she could watch. She called out "Curva!" (Whore), playfully.

"Tarfa!" (Bitch) Anna retorted.

Of course I had no idea what was being said although I kind of got the idea they were fighting over me. While they were arguing I slipped off my T-shirt so I was completely naked.

Anna turned back to me and smiled. I caught the word "Futui," several times amongst other Romanian words. As she was untying the laces for her shorts from around her waist. She got them all tangled in her haste so I pushed away her hands and untied the laces myself. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and eased them over her hips, down her legs and let them drop to the floor. Anna stepped out of them then turned around and bent over to pick them up. She wasn't being tidy she just wanted to show off her bum. Her beautiful buttocks were almost pushed into my face. There was nothing covering them, just a pink string running down the crack almost hidden by her buxom arse cheeks.

Turning to me again, I could see a teeny triangle of pink material covering her mons veneris. She obviously spent time on her bikini line as there were no pubes to be seen as yet. "You take off?" she whispered, indicating the thong, not really intending it to be a question. I had a little difficulty extracting the string from between her cheeks as they were pressed tight together but eventually I managed to slide them down and off. This did reveal some pubic hair, trimmed into a neat rounded triangle just above the top of her pussy slit.

Anna just stood in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Her lovely round bosoms at eye, or mouth, level and her bare pussy just where my hands were. She cupped her left breast and offered it to my mouth. "Suge!" she ordered. It sounded like she wanted me to suck her tit (I was right).

Anna's tits were a little too rounded to suck into my mouth so I did my best to lick the areola and nipple. I was making her breast very wet with my saliva and I couldn't help but rub my face all over her wet breast. She liked this too and jiggled the breast up and down with her hand as I nuzzled it.

My fingers wandered onto her pubic mound and I felt the soft, downy, blonde triangle there. I lightly traced down the length of her pussy slit, teasing her most sensitive place. Her outer lips were still closed but as I stroked my finger back up again, pressing a little more this time, her vulva opened like a flower when it sees the sun. The inner lips were already moist. my finger slid between them and found her vagina opening. I dipped into her hot, juicy hole and brought the slippery vaginal secretions up to coat her clitoris.

Anna shivered and gasped as I touched her pleasure button. She clutched my hand and pushed it into her pussy. I had two fingers in her now, sliding in and out, feeling her pussy walls grasping as they slithered in the cuntal liquid. The aroma rising from her lower body was musky and heady, causing all my senses to excite. Anna's knees started to buckle as the sensations overpowered her. I stood and held her while I kissed her, our tongues sliding deep into the other's mouth. I guided her back onto the bed. She lay right in the centre, drew back her knees and opened her legs exposing her gorgeous cunt: pink, open and moist; aroused and ready for a meaty cock to fill it.

I remembered they'd said earlier that they had never seen a man's cock before so they had to be virgins. "Are you sure about this?" I asked Anna, as I crawled across the bed between her wide open legs.

"Fuck me! Now!" she cried reaching out to grab my cock and guiding it to her cunt. Understandably, I followed and as she placed my prick head between her pussy lips I carefully eased it into her slippery hole. She wasn't happy with careful and she lifted her hips up to swallow my prick with her cunt. She took it all in one go.

I thought virgins were supposed to have an obstruction that had to be broken through but I figured that these girls were gymnasts and were constantly stretching their bodies. They may even have used a vibrator or a hairbrush handle on themselves.


Fit a Bus Through a Window



I was a petit girl. I was little older than 19. I had brown curls covering my head and big innocent brown eyes. I was little more than a child. The first time I realized how big they could get, I wasn't really ready to know.

Okay, so I was about 19, with B breasts and a short thin figure. I looked sort of like a child's toy doll. I was on summer vacation away from school, when I had my first interracial experience. I lost my virginity on my 18th birthday, and had sex multiple times after, but I wasn't prepared for what would happen next.

It all started when I woke up to a beautiful morning. I got ready for the day, showered, brushed my teeth, you know, it was like any other day. Then my friend Tiffany called, "Hey Brenda. I'm having a party Saturday, wanna come? There’s going to be crowds of hot guys there!" I was definitely not one to turn that down, so I obviously said "Hell yes!" but I still wonder if I should have.

The party started, and we were all dancing, drinking, having a good time. I had made out with around 6 different guys at about 10-o-clock, and I was getting horny. I expected to go home with someone, but I hadn’t decided who would be easy and enjoyable at that point. Little did I know, someone had already decided to take ME home!

A big meaty bald black guy and his shorter friend with dreadlocks started hitting on me. They gave me some punch and sat down with me on the couch. After a while, the bigger one began rubbing my leg. I hadn’t ever thought of a black man before, I never thought they would be attracted. Now that they were, however, I was getting really hot. I had heard black men had enormous cocks. I had no idea.

Eventually, I decided to make a move. I left, but 'accidentally' dropped my keys on the way out. As I expected, the beefy black man showed up soon after, and got in the driver's seat. He opened the passenger door for me, and let me in. Then I told him where I lived and we started out.

While he was driving, I began stroking his cock. Up and down over his jeans I went. I proceeded to undo his fly and continued stroking over his boxer shorts. I whipped out his gigantic cock, even bigger than I had imagined, and began stroking it expertly. I lubed each hand with my pussy juice and jacked it off, until I felt him tensing up.

He came all over the car. The dashboard, my hand, some hit my boob, and mostly, all over himself. Then we pulled into the driveway. He jumped out, and carried me romantically to my bedroom. He threw me on the bed. Through all of that, his big dick was hanging from his pants. 

He pulled my panties down around my ankles and began eating me out. His tongue went up and down my sopping slit and played with my clit. He expertly tongued my cunt until I screamed out in ecstasy, letting my liquids flow freely.

Then, came the part that I really wasn't ready for, the gigantic rod began pushing into my now well-lubed pussy. The big fat head of his monster pushed past my defenses, entering my hot sex hole. I was already ready to explode, and I tried to fight it. I suddenly began a long and powerful orgasm, containing much fluids. When I was done cumming, his beast of a cock was inside me as full as it would go.

He continued thrusting his cock into me, making me cry out with every thrust. He kept pushing it back in, and I felt as if I might not be able to take it. He seemed to grow inside my exhausted pussy and then he blasted his hot seed deep inside of me, causing me to again let my own juices leak, and then, both exhausted and drained, we fell asleep with his now limpening cock slip partway inside of me.



Fit At Forty



James opened the door of the minibar and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and gulped down half of it, swaying on his feet as he put the lid back on. The hotel room wasn't quite spinning, but he knew he was very drunk.

He walked to the window and looked out, seeing the three people that had been in his room just moments earlier climbing into a taxi. It had been a strange night.

James was a technology consultant, working with a client in a city about three hundred miles from his own home. He'd been with them for nearly three months, coming into the project late on in the implementation phase. He'd got on really well the team he'd worked with, to the point that they'd invited him to the department's annual summer party. It was a Friday night, and though he normally went home on a Friday he'd extended his stay so he could attend the party.

It had been a good night. The department had hired the garden of a local hostelry, laid on a great barbecue and plenty of free beer and wine. It was the height of summer in the South of England, so the weather was hot. Everyone had changed into summer clothing and were in good spirits. James had met a few people from the wider department that he had previously only known in the passing.

At midnight, the party had ended. Some of the employees had gone home, a couple of the much younger guys had gone to a club and the senior managers had continued to a nearby casino. James had been stood talking with three members of the team he most closely worked with; Carl, Angela and Kylie, all HR administrators. They were all in their mid twenties. James was 33, so a few years older. Another lady was with them, Jennifer, who worked in the Recruitment team and was good friends with Angela. On the way out of the venue, they'd hooked up with another small group and the bubbly Kylie had suggested they all retire to the bar at James' hotel, which was just around the corner. 

They'd sat in the bar for an hour or so, drinking mojitos, laughing and joking. James had listened with amusement as they slagged off some of their colleagues, moaned about management and teased him about the "shitty system" he and his colleagues were implementing for them. As the early morning rolled in, they'd ended up being the only group in the bar and the barman had announced he was closing up, though room service would still be available. That had prompted most of them to call it a night and go home, and was how he had ended up with Carl, Angela, Kylie and Jennifer in his hotel room and a round of mojitos on his room bill.

They'd drunk the cocktails, continued talking and laughing, to the point they'd heard a loud knock on the wall from the neighbouring room. Angela had announced she was "hammered and really needed to get some sleep," and had phoned for a taxi. She lived on the same side of the city as Carl and Kylie and they had taken the chance to share the taxi. A text to Angela's phone had confirmed the taxi was outside and they'd all given James a hug as they left his room, loudly telling each other to be quiet as they giggled their way towards the lifts. Jennifer, who obviously didn't live in the same direction, had gone to the door with them but had instead just gone into the bathroom.

He heard the flush of the toilet in the bathroom. He wondered if she had called a taxi too and he took another long drink of water. Wow, he felt very drunk. He turned and leaned against the window, feeling a wave of tiredness sweep across him as he closed his eyes.

He heard the lock click on the bathroom door and he looked up to see Jennifer emerging. It struck him, not for the first time, how attractive she was.

All the girls had been in summer party outfits, though Kylie, at five foot tall with, he guessed, a size 16 figure and Angela, a few inches taller but with a heavy frame hadn't caught his attention, despite short dresses with thin shoulder straps. Jennifer meanwhile, was closer to his own height of 5ft11, and slim, accentuated by the incredibly short cotton white skirt and pink, white and yellow tube top she was wearing. As she walked towards him, his eyes took in her toned midriff, the studs in her pierced belly button glinting in the dim light. She walked confidently on toeless white shoes with thin spiky heels and he found his eyes focussing on her slender tanned legs. Her skirt was probably 10 inches at most in length and it struck him how different she looked to the few occasions he'd seen her at work. 

He'd had very little to do with the Recruitment team and though he'd certainly noticed her before, he'd never spoken to her until tonight. And to be honest, she'd been pretty quiet that night, speaking more to Angela and a few of the others than him directly.

She was very pretty, with bobbed hair, streaked in different shades of dark and light brown and blonde. She had large, dark brown eyes, highlighted by dark mascara. She had a slim face, with a thin nose, cutely upturned at the bottom, light pink blush on her upper cheekbones and matching lipstick. He found it difficult to place her age.

"And then there were two, huh?" she said, sitting on the sofa to his left and crossing her legs. 

James felt his eyes wandering to her upper thigh, looking away sharply as he realised he could just make out her bum cheek as the skirt rode up.

"Umm, yeh," he replied, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "You...ummm...where do you live then? Not anywhere near the others I guess?"

"Outside of the city," she replied. "A little village. Suburbia," she grinned.

He noted she was holding a small clutch bag on her lap; he expected she was about to take out her phone and arrange a taxi.

"So, how come you weren't hanging out with your own team," he asked, feeling a need to create conversation to prevent his drunken self from simply gawping at her.

"You heard what everyone was saying about the recruitment team," she laughed. "Bunch of tarted up blonde dolly birds with no personality," she continued. "They all really do my head in."

James nodded and smiled. "Yep, they don't sound popular."

Jennifer shook her head. "It was fine when Angela was in the team, at least there was someone there I got on with, but fuck, it's painful working there now."

"Must be awful," James said sympathetically. "No chance you could switch teams?"

"Maybe," she replied, placing her right arm on the sofa and leaning back slightly. "Depends on the next round of redundancies I guess. Might be some opportunities but the company seem hell bent on giving jobs to all the younger folk so I'm probably fucked."

James frowned. "Younger folk?"

"Yeh," she nodded. "If you are over 35 in that place you've got no chance."

"Really?" he replied, furling his brow. You...you're not over 35 are you?

Jennifer laughed. "Oh, charmer."

"No, no," he said defensively. "I...seriously, I didn't think you were over 35." He was speaking honestly, genuinely surprised.

She grinned. "That's very sweet of you. How old do you think I am then?"

James felt another pang of discomfort as she stared at him with an amused expression. 

"I...well...I don't know. I'd have thought...well, early thirties at most." 

She chuckled, a smile creeping across her face. "I was 40 two weeks ago."

"Wow," he replied genuinely. "I mean...40 is not exactly old or anything, but you know...I mean..." he felt his cheeks flush. In a million years, he wouldn't have guessed she was as old as 40. "You look so...ummmm...well...fit." He cursed himself at his choice of word.

"Fit at Forty. I'll take that as a compliment then," she grinned.

James fumbled with the water bottle lid. She leaned across to her left, placing her bag on the floor. James' eyes widened as her skirt rode further up her thigh and he got a clear view of her tight buttock. She was in incredibly good shape, with smooth skin more typical of a twenty something than someone who has just turned 40. It occurred to him that he didn't actually have much experience of such scantily clad females of any age, so maybe it was just his own prejudices.

As she straightened up, he quickly averted his gaze, his eyes falling on the tattoo or right ankle.

There was a moment of awkward silence as she looked directly item, and he found himself mumbling "ummm...cool...errr...tattoo." He took another gulp of water.

"Oh, thanks," she said. To his amazement, she uncrossed her legs and stretched our her right one towards him. "It's a dragon head, with the tail spelling out my daughter's name. Rihanna. She was born in Wales, hence the dragon," she explained.

James forced himself to focus on her ankle, desperately trying to ignore the stretched leg pointing towards to him. "That's...that's really...ummm...nice," he replied awkwardly. "How...how old is she?"

Jennifer withdrew her leg and crossed them again. "She's 10 now. What about you? You got kids?"

James nodded. "Yeh, a little boy. 6 months."

She smiled. "Awww cute. Does your wife not hate you working away all the time then?"

James shrugged. "Well, to be totally honest, I kinda earn enough that I don't think she cares!" He was being totally truthful. It had been difficult with Sophie, his wife, since she'd fallen pregnant and the intimacy in their relationship had gone from infrequent to non existent since Daniel had been born. It was a situation made worse by the fact he was away from home Sunday through Thursday night normally, and that Daniel was not a good sleeper.

"How long you been married?" she asked.

"Five years now," he replied. "And...ummm...you?"

Jennifer snorted a chuckle. "Well, I was married. 8 years. But I'm divorced now. 5 years."

James nodded sympathetically. "Oh right...must've been...ummm...tough."

She shrugged. "Not really. He was an arsehole. And it was good excuse to move bakc here. Fucking hated Wales."

James grinned. "Yeh, I once spent six months on a project in Cardiff and didn't like it much."

She laughed, and he felt himself relax a little. For some strange reason, he felt a pang of relief that he'd mentioned his wife and child. He didn't know why, other than being alone in a hotel room with such a sexy lady was, for him anyway, out of his comfort zone.

"You ever cheat on her?" she asked. Her tone was so matter-of-fact it caught him completely off guard, and that momentary feeling of relief disappeared.

"What? Ummmm...well, no. No, I haven't." His hands fumbled again with the bottle top and he dropped it.

Jennifer frowned. "Aren't you a good boy then? My ex was fucking about behind my back for years. Your wife is very lucky."

James forced a smile a replied, meekly, "thanks." He drained the water from the bottle.

"How old are you?" she continued.

"33, probably look older though huh?" he joked.

She looked him up and down, adding to his feeling of discomfort. He was of medium build, a mid thirties belly just starting to form, with neatly styled dark brown hair.

"Nah, I'd have said early thirties. What about your wife? Older or younger?"

"Sophie is 31," he replied, his mouth dry despite the water.

She nodded. "I was a year younger when I had Rihanna. That's when Steve started shagging around. Actually caught him once, fucking a 19 year old in the back of our car." 

James coughed. He was surprised at her frankness, and perhaps more surprised that someone would look elsewhere if he had someone like Jennifer at home.

"Silly man," he said, shaking his head.

She frowned. "Typical man you mean. Let's face it, if a skinny little 19 year old threw herself at you, would you resist?" She cocked her head, looking at him quizzically.

"I...well, I'd like to think I would!" he replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Sure you would. Maybe it was just Steve then, always looking for a skinny little slut."

James ran his hand through his hair. He didn't know if she was being bitter, or twisted, or whether she was fishing for a compliment, or just teasing him. His mind reeled, trying to think of something sensible to say. 

"Well, unless you've...ummmm...like, lost, I dunno, 10 stone or something in the last, however many years, then, I'm not sure why he'd have to go looking for a skinny..." he coughed, realising that if he repeated what she'd said about Steve, then next word's he'd have to use would be 'little slut.' As his voice trailed off, he cursed the alcohol in his system preventing him from thinking or speaking cleverly. 

She burst out laughing. "...little slut?" She finished the sentence he hadn't meant to start. He felt his cheeks flush.

"Well, I've not had to go on any mad diet over the years, so maybe he was just a total dick then huh?"

She leaned back, and James couldn't help but let his eyes fall on the tightness of her midriff. There were no signs of the stretch marks that Sophie had been left with after being pregnant; just tanned, toned and smooth flesh.

"Total dick or typical bloke," she continued. He looked up at her, and for the first time saw in her serious expression maturity and slight ageing of her facial skin, perhaps the only signs that betrayed her age. "That's the thing about blokes," she went on. "Always seem to want someone younger." She sighed.

"Think he was just a dick if I'm honest," James blurted out. "I mean, if my wife looks like you when she's forty then..." his voice trailed off and once again he cursed his honesty. The room suddenly felt very hot and stuffy.

A grin broke out on her face. "Another compliment, very sweet of you."

James forced a smile. At least she'd taken it as the compliment he'd meant.

She cocked her head to one side and narrowed her gaze. "Were you being totally truthful when you said you'd never cheated on...Sophie isn't it?"

James nodded, both to confirm she had his wife's name right and also that he'd been faithful.

"Seriously?" she continued. "You spend most of your life in hotels, working away from home and you haven't ever...ever, cheated on her?"

James nodded again. It was true. It wasn't that he didn't look at other women. Surely all blokes did that? As he thought about it, it struck him that he'd never actually been in a position to cheat on his wife. Whether it was through ineptitude, or an innate ability to avoid such situations, he'd managed to make it through his married life without ever having to deal with the prospect of infidelity. Sure, he'd formed relationships with females and if he was honest, had fantasised plenty often enough, but that had been the extent of it.

"Honestly, I've never," he replied, shaking his head.

Jennifer frowned. "How come? I mean, you must have...you know, had opportunities?"

James shook his head again, exhaling. "Seriously. I guess...well, I guess I've never been in a situation to...you know."

Her eyes narrowed again, then a little grin appeared on her lips. "What would you do if you were in a situation to...you know?" She repeated his words with a giggle.

James ran his hand through his hair. The honest answer was that he didn't know what he'd do. The correct answer of course was that he would politely reject the proposition. He opened his mouth to say the latter.

"I don't know what I'd do," were the words that tumbled from his mouth though. Again, he internally cursed his honesty.

Jennifer nodded slowly. She was looking at him intently, her gaze burning into him. He swallowed, but his mouth was dry. What was she thinking? What was she going to ask him next?

"Let's find out then, shall we?" she said firmly.

James blinked. "Huh?" He was confused.

Jennifer flashed a brief grin across her face, then to his astonishment, uncrossed her legs, leaned across on her left side and slightly raised her right leg. Her hand slid up her thigh, fingers curling around the bottom of her skirt then in a smooth movement, she pulled the material up to her hips until his eyes were filled with the view of her naked bum cheeks.

James gasped, his eyes widening as she raised her right leg a little higher.

"Oh my god!" He gulped as he stared at her. "Y...you...you aren't wearing...p...panties..." his voice trailed off, his gaze focussed on the glimpse of her pussy lips between her pressed together thighs.

"They're in my bag," she replied, her tone steady. "I can put them back on if you like?"

James exhaled loudly. He covered his mouth with his hand, his mind reeling. Had she really just done that? Had this, basically, stranger, just lifted her skirt to show him her naked pussy, in his own hotel room? How should he react? What should he say? He opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He blinked, then tore his eyes away and looked at her face.

"J...Jennifer...w...what are you doing?"

She smiled at him, then rolled across to her right, leaning against the back of the sofa. She spread her legs apart, the left one planted on the floor while she brought her right leg up onto the sofa. Her right hand fell down between her legs, blocking his view of her pussy.

"Oh god. Jennifer...fuck," he mumbled.

She moved her hand up an inch, and he couldn't stop himself from looking at the pinkness of her opening. She was totally smooth, her pussy lips dark. Her inner thighs were as tight and tanned as her midriff. He gulped again, and felt his cock twitch in his boxer shorts.

"Fuck...incredible," he said, shaking his head in sheer disbelief.

"Incredible in general, or incredible coz I'm 40?" she asked.

James raised his eyes to look at her face. "What? I...well...just...just incredible."

She smiled. "Do you want a closer look?"

James felt his heart beat quicken; his stomach fill with nerves. "I...well..." He didn't know what he wanted.

She pulled her hand away, giving him a clear view. "Is your wife shaved?" she asked.

The mention of his wife made him jump. "No," he replied honestly. It was something he didn't like, but the fact she wasn't shaved didn't make much impact given their sex life had pretty much dried up.

"You like it hairy, or bare?"

He blinked, looking straight at her face. "B...bare," he replied, stunned at the directness of her questioning.

"Come and have a closer look then," she smiled. "Just a look, see what you are missing out on." She giggled. 

Without thinking, he took the three steps forward that had him standing in front of her, looking down between her legs.

He shifted his gaze, back up towards her face, realising his eyes had taken a moment longer than they should to pass her tube top, wondering what her boobs would be like. He felt his cock stiffen, and shifted the material on his crotch clumsily.

She grinned. "Kneel down if you like, you'll get a better view."

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; pointless given how dry his lips were. Why did she want him to kneel?

"Go on, you know you want a good look at my bare pussy," she whispered.

The words shot through him with a bolt. 'My bare pussy.' His cock twitched again as he became fully erect, and he could feel it push against his jeans. More out of embarrassment that he was tenting than a willingness to kneel in front of her, he slowly crouched down until his eyes were almost on a level with her pussy.

She placed her hand back between her legs, splaying her fingers to pull her pussy lips aside. He let out an unconscious groan as he stared at her opening, the bright pink of her vagina contrasting with her tanned skin.

"You like that then?" he heard her say.

He nodded, then tore his gaze away to look her in the eyes. "Well, of course...it's...well, incredible, as I'd said. But...why...I mean what...what are you doing?"

She smiled at him, then bit her bottom lip. She was surveying him again, and once more, he felt his cheeks flush.

"Touch it," she whispered.

"I...I shouldn't," he mumbled. "I really shouldn't." He shook his head.

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly, her eyes closing.




Fit At Forty



He looked down to see her middle finger, inserted up to the knuckle, in her pussy.

"Oh god," he groaned.

His mind was reeling. This was crazy. He should resist, of course he should. Why was she doing this? Was it a test? Ah, maybe that was it. It was a test, a test to see if he was, in Jennifer's eyes, a typical bloke or whether he was a good husband. If he said yes, she'd surely just close her legs, pull her skirt back down and claim she was right that all men could be tempted to stray.

"Touch it," she said again, a more forceful tone in her voice.

He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself from reaching out his right hand and gently placing the tips of his fingers against her pussy lips. His hand was shaking. He felt his cock strain in his boxers.

She pulled out her finger and in a split second, he felt her take hold of his index and forefinger and pull them inside her.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned again, shuffling her hips forward as his fingers entered her.

James fell to his knees. The feeling of her pussy on his fingers was electric. She bucked her hips slightly and he responded by working his fingers back and forth.

Surely now she would push him away? He looked up at her expectantly, willing to concede he'd been tempted, perhaps even too easily. But her head was back, her eyes were shut and she was clearly savouring being fingered. He felt her contract her muscles, tightening her vagina on his fingers.

He turned his fingers over, positioning himself so he could finger fuck her. She felt tight, which surprised him, but he was aware his lack of experience gave him no grounding for his surprise. His lack of experience. He'd only slept with four females before, and having been with Sophie for nearly ten years, other women were a distant memory. He tried to be smooth as he worked his fingers back and forth, feeling her becoming wetter and more accessible. He could hear her moaning softly.

He closed his eyes and thought of Sophie. He felt a pang of guilt, despite his cock twitching. He was fingering another woman. But he was drunk, and using his fingers wasn't so bad, was it? 

He upped his pace. Jennifer clearly wanted him to do it. But what else would she want? The nerves in his stomach lurched again. Surely she didn't want sex? She knew he was married. She'd been cheated on herself. Oh god, was this some sort of revenge against married men?

He felt her push herself towards him, his fingers now deep inside her. He looked up at her. Could he make her cum with his fingers? Maybe that would be enough for her.

He curled his fingers, pushing the base of his hand firmly against her opening. He could hear the squelching of her juices.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, circling her hips. She opened her eyes and looked at him with the same intensity as she'd done earlier. "Mmmm that's good. You like that?"

James nodded.

"Lick me then," she said.

James' mouth fell open. She wanted him to give her oral. Should he do that? Of course not. He worked his fingers faster. Could he just ignore her request?

"Lick my pussy," she demanded.

He looked at her helplessly. He knew he shouldn't, but the thought of his tongue between her bare pussy lips made his cock twitch uncontrollably. He wanted to. She wanted him to. His mind was muddled, confused further by the alcohol in his system.

He leaned forward. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't. He extended his tongue and placed it gently against her clitoris. She instantly squealed and he reacted involuntarily by pressing it more firmly then flicking it, his fingers pushing deep inside her.

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped. "Lick my cunt. Go on, tongue my cunt."

Her dirty language filled his brain. He flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit, then pushed it inside her along with his fingers. He could taste her, smell her. She was soft, smooth, wet. His fingers and tongue worked in unison. He rapidly finger-fucked her, splaying his fingers to widen her pussy as he pushed his tongue in deeply.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Fuck yessss," she moaned, pushing her hips into him. "Oh god, fuck that's good!" 

He was pleasuring her. That gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. If he could satisfy her with his tongue and fingers then he was sure he could live with that. 

He returned his tongue to focus on her clit, his fingers curled inside her. He'd seen porn videos where that had made women squirt. He wondered if Jennifer was a squirter. It spurned him on; what an experience that would be if he made her explode like that! He was swallowing her juices now, moaning constantly. Was she close? He flicked his tongue faster, pressed more firmly with his fingers. 

He felt a dampness in his boxer shorts; realised it was pre-cum from his own cock. He tried to focus on his fingers and tongue, and not rocking his own hips, grinding them against the edge of the sofa. It would be horrifically embarrassing if he came whilst performing oral on her.

He felt her slide forward, her pussy pushing against his face. He felt her hand push his fingers out of her and he lowered his head to replace them with his tongue, lapping at her, extending his tongue as deep inside her as he could. She placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him in more deeply, his crotch pressing against the sofa. He couldn't control himself from grinding his erection against the edge of the sofa, feeling his cock twitching. He was almost relieved when she pushed him firmly away, the room spinning as he stretched his back and gasped for air.

She closed her legs, and slid forward on the sofa. He wiped his face, wondering why she'd pushed him away. He'd thought she was close to orgasm, so was confused as to why she wanted to stop.

He was still confused when she stood up and firmly pushed him backwards, making him splay his hands awkwardly behind himself to prevent him falling on his back. She pulled his legs out straight and before he could react, straddled him.

"W...what are you doing?" he panted.

She ignored him, her hands quickly unbuckling his belt.

"Jennifer...w..what..." His voice trailed off as she undid the top button on his trousers and unzipped the fly.

"Oh god," he gasped, realising exactly what she was doing. He stared, his expression shock and surprise, as Jennifer, her skirt bunched around her waist, pussy glistening, slipped her hand into the slit of his boxer shorts and took a firm hold of his cock.

"Oh no...no...we shouldn't," he protested as he felt her pull his cock out. His mind was reeling again. She was going to fuck him! He knew how wrong, even more wrong than what he'd already done, it was to have his cock inside another woman. How treacherous that was to his wife, even if their sex life was virtually non-existent. But, and is this moment, much worse than that was how hard, sensitive and twitching his cock was. 

He tried to sit up, but in the same instant, Jennifer raised herself and placed her pussy lips against the tip of his cock. He looked in horror as his cock head, glistening with pre-cum, disappeared inside her as she pushed herself down.

"Ohhhh fuckkkkk," he gasped, feeling her pussy pull his foreskin down his cock head as it tightened around his shaft.

Jennifer pushed down until her bum cheeks rested on his thighs, easily taking his five inch erection.

He groaned again, feeling his cock twitching inside her.

"Jennifer...really..." HIs eyes widened as she pulled her top upwards. With no bra on, her boobs instantly filled his vision. They were quite small, looked soft and her skin there wasn't as smooth as elsewhere on her body but they were beautifully round and she had large areolas, with prominent nipples. 

She arched her back slightly and ground her hips back and forth, her midriff tightening, her rib cage visible. James groaned as the sensitivity in his cock heightened. Her thighs were so tight, her body tanned and slender, her expression focussed.

It had been so long since his cock had been inside his wife's pussy. But longer still since it been inside a woman as sexy as Jennifer. Had he ever been inside a woman as sexy as Jennifer, he wondered? 

She seemed to press down even harder on him, slowly grinding her pussy on his cock. He looked at her face and she grinned back at him.

"Mmmmm, you like me fucking you?"

Her words seemed to trip something in his brain. The realisation he was being fucked by this incredible woman, the sensitivity in his cock, the month's passed since he'd...

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed as his cock twitched again and he realised he was about to climax. "J..Jennifer..." he gasped, his body tensing. He couldn't stop. It was all too much for him.

"Ohhhh god...I...I'm sorry." His hips jerked, and he was helpless to stop his cum rush up his shaft. "Ahhhh...uggghhhhh...oh noooooo," he gasped as he ejaculated inside her.

He felt Jennifer stop moving as he spurted, his body convulsing as he released into her. He looked up at her, shaking his head.

"I'm so, so sorry...I...I couldn't...couldn't help it."

Her brow furrowed. "Did you just cum?" she asked.

He closed his eyes and nodded, a wave of embarrassment sweeping over him. 

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I just..." his voice trailed off. He was horrified.

"Hmmmm," she muttered, pulling her top back to down to cover her breasts. 

He opened his eyes as she lifted herself up off him, feeling some of his cum dropping onto his cock from her pussy. She stood up and walked to the table, taking a tissue and wiping herself. 

The room started spinning and he felt an urgent desire to get away. He pulled his boxers and trousers back up, clumsily getting to his feet.

"I...I need to...ummm..." he smiled at her meekly and, fighting an urge to run, walked briskly into the bathroom and closed the door. He looked in the mirror and cursed.

"You fucking idiot! Oh what a fucking embarrassment." He leaned against the counter. How? How could he have just let that happen? He held his head in his hands. It had all happened so quickly. He'd been unable to resist her, proving his weakness as she'd made him lick her out. Then, when she'd pushed him to the floor, he hadn't been able to summon the strength to stop her.

And then his cock had been inside her. He'd been so shocked. He groaned again. He'd cheated on his wife. He'd had sex with another woman. And oh fuck, he'd been pathetic. Why hadn't he laid back and tried to think of something mundane? Why had he looked so closely at her stunning body? Why had he let himself focus on being fucked by such a sexy lady? Why hadn't he been able to control himself? 

He ran the tap and washed his face, looking at himself in disgust in the mirror.

Why didn't he feel guilty about cheating on Sophie? It suddenly struck him that he felt more disappointed that he'd wasted his opportunity with Jennifer. That thought stunned him. Regret flowed through him. He'd cheated, yes. But, at this moment, it was the fact that the memory he would have to live with was one of shame and embarrassment.

And oh god; what if she told Angela? He closed his eyes again. He'd be a laughing stock. A cheating husband, but one that was so pathetic he'd shot his load almost as soon as he'd entered her. 

He stood in silence, waiting to hear the click of the hotel room door. Maybe she'd already left? He took a deep breath, and slowly walked back into room, surprised to see her sat on the sofa with a can of diet coke in her hand. 

He walked back to the window, clearing his throat.

"Jennifer...look, I'm so, so sorry. Really...it's just...well, I didn't expect any of that. Honestly, you are just so...so...fucking incredible." He shook his head. "And...like I said, I've never cheated on my wife before...and to be honest..." he lowered his eyes. He may as well be truthful. "I've not actually...you know...slept with many woman before."

Jennifer shrugged, and took a gulp of her coke. Her face was expressionless, and her silence made him feel even more awkward than he already was.

"And...well," he continued, "I think it's been three, maybe four, months since Sophie and I actually...you know?" His cheeks were burning.

She looked at him, and shrugged again. "Yeh, you must have been bursting then huh?" she said. "Guess I was a bit...ummm...a bit rushed there."

He sighed, thankful she didn't seem angry with him and perhaps understood what had happened.

"I really...well, just...you know...looking at you when you were...ummm...on me...it was just too much. Probably being drunk didn't help much," he added, forcing a chuckle.

"It happens,' she replied, taking another drink.

James nodded. "If I could've...you know...sooner...I'd have warned you."

Jennifer flashed a brief smile. "That would've been good to be honest. It's been a long time since I had to get a morning after pill." 

James groaned again. The significance of being inside her without a condom hadn't occurred to him yet, never mind actually cumming inside her.

"Oh...you're not...ummm...on...err...the pill or..." his voice trailed off.

She frowned at him. "No. I don't actually make a habit of having unprotected sex with strangers you know," she said sharply.

"I didn't...didn't mean...ummm," he replied defensively. She shrugged her shoulders again. "But...well...why? Why me?" he asked.

She looked at him and twitched her nose. "I'm a single mum, and to be honest, don't really get out that much. Sometimes, I guess...I dunno...just..." she shrugged her shoulders.

James nodded slowly. "Yes, but I mean...you could have...well, surely anyone you like?" He genuinely meant it.

She smiled and chuckled. "I don't really want a partner. Been there, done that, don't want it again. But I do need a fuck every once in a while. And yeh, I could probably go out and pick up most guys but most guys that are on the pick up are assholes, and I don't enjoy it."

James smiled. "Does that mean I'm not an asshole?"

She nodded. "Guess it does." She looked at him, her eyes narrowing, like she was calculating. "Married men are sometimes, ummm, a better bet."

He frowned, not sure what she meant.

"Little bit more grateful, lot less likely to want to continue things afterwards."

"I kinda understand," he replied. "Suppose I was bit...too...ummm...grateful," he laughed. If he made light at his own failure, maybe, just maybe, it was something they could both laugh off together.

"Yeh, and typical that I choose to fuck the over grateful one without a condom, huh?" 

James looked at the floor again, his cheeks flushing once more. He'd never met a woman like this before, knew he was too naive to realise they even existed, and again felt regret that he'd been unable to make the most of his chance with her.

"Just so you know," she continued, "it's been a long time since I did it without protection, so I'm clean. I'm guessing you are too, given you've been with your wife so long and haven't cheated?" 

She looked at him questioningly and he nodded.

"And I'll get a morning after pill tomorrow, so no worries there either."

He nodded again, feeling a sense of relief.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that. And I'm really sorry that you have to."

She shrugged. "Just be a shame that it wasn't worth it I guess."

James was consumed with shame again, feeling his shoulders drop at her honesty.

She drained the can, placed it on the floor and picked up her bag. "Best we don't mention this to anyone at work," she added, standing up. 

James opened his mouth but no words came out. He was thankful it would remain a secret. He desperately wanted to say something. Apologise again. Ask her if he could do anything...anything...by means of apology.

"See you Monday," she said, and he watched helplessly as she strode to the door and exited the room without looking back.

He stumbled to his bed and collapsed on it. As his eyes closed, he felt a wave of tiredness engulf him. He knew he'd be hungover in the morning, and filled with regrets. And knew he'd never have another opportunity like the one he'd just wasted.

***

Jennifer walked briskly down the hotel corridor, shaking her head. She checked her phone as she approach the elevators. 2.27AM. She didn't feel tired. She felt annoyed, disappointed and frustrated.

As a single mother, just turned 40, she had limited opportunity to get out. She worked full time, so spent as much of her spare time as she could with her young daughter, and what remaining time she had she used to keep herself in good shape, in the gym or out running. 

The annual department summer party was always good fun, and as the team were generally a lot younger than her, it gave her a sense of satisfaction to dress as skimpily as they did in the knowledge her figure was still as good, if not better, than most of them.

She hadn't gone expecting to find sex; certainly not with any of her colleagues but somehow she'd seen an opportunity for a risky, exciting and naughty experience with James, the quiet consultant who had worked on that IT project for the last few months.

That he'd been married, and had never cheated on his wife, had suited her perfectly. Like she'd told him, she wasn't in the habit of sleeping around, certainly not in recent years, and she certainly wasn't looking for a serious relationship with anyone. The scars from her failed marriage ran too deeply for that. 

Married men, she'd found, were generally more appreciative, and certainly regretful enough of their indiscretion to want to contact her again.

She sighed as she pressed the button for the elevator. It had started well with James; he'd clearly found her extremely attractive and had been surprisingly able to manipulate. Then again, she had removed her panties in his bathroom and then flashed her bare pussy at him. It has been so easy to get him to go down on her, though, she surmised, not many men would likely refuse that offer. Perhaps it was a technique she could try again in the future.

She'd been close to orgasm when he'd licked her. She'd been pleasantly impressed with how he had worked her clit with his tongue and his fingers in unison to bring her near. She much preferred to climax with a cock inside her, and she cursed how pathetic he had been. No sooner had she straddled him, taken his small member inside her but he'd shot his load. She shivered, knowing his sperm was inside her.

At least her daughter was staying with her parents for the whole weekend. It would be shameful enough going for the morning after pill without having to make excuses to her, and she would appreciate the peace and quiet while she dealt with the discomfort of the pill doing it's thing.

The elevator pinged and she stepped inside, pressing for the ground floor. She looked at herself in the mirrors. James had called her "fit." Fit at 40. She nodded to herself. He was right, she was in great shape. She couldn't think of any of her peers who could still get away with a micro skirt and a tube top that showed so much midriff. OK, so her boobs were not as firm as they had been, but at barely a 34A they didn't risk sagging, like seemed to be typical with some of her friends. 

"Hmmmpppph," she announced to herself. "What a fucking waste of time that was." The elevator shook as it descended, and she felt herself tingle. A session with her rabbit vibrator would be in order when she got home.

She ordered a taxi at the reception desk. She detected a smirk on the face of the night porter at the desk, and for a split second felt ashamed that he rightly guessed what she'd been up to, but she assumed it was not unusual for people to be leaving a deserted city hotel in the middle of the night so ignored it.

She walked towards the doors, still replaying the events of the night in her head. James had said she could have anyone. Again, she thought, he was probably right. She thought again of his tongue inside her, and again she tingled. But the thought of his little cock brought a sour expression to her face. She toyed with the idea of going to a club, maybe picking someone up and...she sighed; it seemed like too much hassle. She wasn't a slut; well, not normally even if tonight she'd hardly been a prude.




Fit At Forty



She glanced up and saw the night porter turn away rapidly. He'd clearly been checking her out. For a fleeting second, she wondered if she should walk over and give him the shock of his life. But then, he was a horrible little man and she wasn't desperate.

Well, not that desperate.

Lights approached the foyer and she quickly recognised the black cab. In the time it took her to walk through the revolving door, the driver had stepped out and was approaching her.

"Taxi for Jennifer Morton?" he asked.

She smiled. "Yeh, that's me." It wasn't cold outside, but cool enough to make her shiver slightly. She felt her nipples harden, then noticed the cab driver was beaming a smile at her.

"It's my pleasure," he grinned, making no attempt to hide looking her up and down as he held the rear door open for her.

She flashed him a smile back as she climbed into the cab, bending her head as she stepped in. She knew her skirt would have ridden up an inch or so and it amused her that the cabbie was no doubt taking it all in. The door slammed shut and she leaned back in the seat, crossing her legs and not bothering with the seatbelt. 

"Where to then love?" the cabbie said as he returned to his seat.

She told him the name of the village she lived in, telling him he could drop her at the row of shops on the main street. Her house was less than two minutes walk, and she preferred to finish her journey on foot rather than having a noisy diesel taxi draw attention to her late night return home.

"Ok," he said, whistling through his teeth. "You know that'll be about forty quid yeh?"

"Yeh I know," she replied, sighing. It might have been more worth it if she was leaving the hotel feeling satisfied.

"Ah well, good last fare of the night for me," he added cheerily. "You look a bit...ummm...pissed off there love," he said, turning around to face her.

She shrugged. He was quite handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Quite large, with a shaved head, good few inches taller than her, maybe in his 50s she thought.

"I've had better nights," she replied.

He chuckled, then turned around and started the engine. "Oh dear." He adjusted his mirror, and she caught his eye as he glanced back at her, simultaneously manoeuvring the taxi out of the hotel car park. "Mind me asking what a pretty lady like yourself is doing leaving a hotel at this time of the morning?"

She rolled her eyes. Bloody typical, she thought. Were all the cab drivers in the city nosey and overly chatty? Yes, yes they were.

"I'm sure you can probably guess," she replied curtly.

"Ha ha," he replied, laughing heartily. "Walk of shame is it love? Or should I say cab of shame?"

She felt her cheeks reddening. Like the night porter, she assumed a night time taxi driver had seen everything in the dead of night.

"Something like that," she said, turning her head to look out of the window.

"Ha ha," he laughed again. "Must be my night for that. Just dropped of a girl who, it's fair to say, was pretty drunk and had just been the centre attraction in, how can I put it, a cheeky menage a trois!"

She turned her head back to the front of the cab, laughing at his quip and also the southern accented application of a French phrase. "Really?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he replied, his eyes flicking between the mirror and the road in front. "Pretty little thing too she was. Wearing not much more than you I must say. Out with her friend's for a 21st birthday and hooked up with a stag group. Ended up in the travel lodge on the south side with the best man and one of the grooms. Remember that film with whats-her-name? Diaz. Cameron Diaz?"

"Something About Mary?" Jennifer replied.

"Yeh, that's the one," he grinned. "Remember the scene with the...well, you know what in her hair? I hadn't the heart to tell the girl she could've been starring in that scene!" He chuckled loudly.

Jennifer giggled. "Seriously...she had...ummm...cum in her hair?"

He looked back at her, grinning. "She only mentioned her boyfriend as she was getting out the cab. I should've warned her I guess."

"Oh the poor girl," Jennifer exclaimed.

"Oh I don't know about that. I think she'd enjoyed herself. Wasn't shy to spill the beans either, I'll tell you."

"Seriously?" Jennifer asked.

"Ha ha, sure did. Reckoned she wouldn't be able to sit on her arse for a week, if you know what I mean?" The cabbie winked at her in the mirror.

"Bloody hell," Jennifer muttered. She uncrossed her legs, letting her hand fall to her lap. Her mind filled with the thought of two cocks, something she'd never experienced in one go. What would that be like, she wondered? She squirmed, as she thought of a cock in her ass. It had been a long time since she'd done that. Steve, her ex, used to force himself in there, and though she liked it, she'd never have let him know that.

"Tell you what, didn't have girls like that back in my day you know. Jeez, not even for a birthday treat."

Jennifer laughed, shaking her head. He was nothing if not honest, and his chirpiness was growing on her.

"She actually told you all that?" she asked him.

"Oh yeh. You'd be amazed what people tell a cabbie. Kind of like a confessional for the drunk and disorderly, is a black cab." He laughed heartily again.

"I guess," she replied.

"Thing is, folks always need to tell at least one person what dirty deeds they've been up to, so what better than a friendly, non judgemental taxi driver, huh?" 

She nodded. "Makes sense, I think. You must hear all sorts."

"Oh god yes," he replied. "Don't think there is much that could shock me now."

Jennifer smiled. She realised her hand was pressing against the inside of her thigh.

"Been doing night's for 10 years you know," he continued. "Seen it all, yep, seen it all I reckon."

The cab proceeded through the city, mainly deserted but for pockets of groups of people in various states on their way home, or on to all night clubs. They pulled up at a set of traffic lights and he turned around.

"So, Mrs Morton is it? Are you one of those on the naughty list?" He laughed again. Despite the directness, even rudeness, of his question, it made her laugh.

"It's Miss Morton," she replied. "And yes, I probably am." She grinned.

"Tut tut Miss Morton," he chuckled, wagging an accusing finger at her. "Maybe you should confess your sins to Cabbie Father Tony then." He beamed a smile, then turned and resumed driving as the lights changed.

She smiled, but shook her head at his grim humour. He certainly wasn't shy. She wondered if he got off on hearing the stories of his late night fares. Man in his early fifties, driving cabs for a living at night. Most probably. She wondered if he was married. Maybe his wife got a good treat when he got home, head filled with raunchy tales. Or maybe he locked himself in his bathroom and jerked off...She blinked. Why was she thinking these thoughts? She let her hand slide down between her legs, her fingers pressing against her inner thighs. 

The tale she had to tell was one of disappointment, but it occurred to her that it was not a tale she could tell anyone. Certainly not her friends at work, or the mother's of her daughter's friends who would soon spread the rumour that she was a home-wrecking slut, with designs on any man with a wedding ring on his finger.

Maybe Cabbie Tony was right. Maybe the best place to get a story off one's chest was the back of a cab, to a complete stranger. Could even be cathartic. Why not?

"Well...forgive me father cabbie Tony for I have sinned," she laughed. She caught his eye in the mirror and he bellowed with laughter.

"I'm all ears Miss Morton," he replied.

Jennifer took a deep breath. "Well, it was our work summer party. Kinda ended up in the hotel room of one of our consultants who is working with us for a couple of months."

"Ah I see, a work liaison." He sucked air through his teeth loudly. "Oh dear, always complicated those ones." He sounded like a mechanic breaking news that parts were scarce or the bill would be horrendous.

"Yeh, can't really believe it really. Bit stupid I guess."

"Sweet talker was he? Tony replied, using a stop at another set of lights to linger his gaze on her in the mirror. "Either that or must've been one hunky guy. To get a fine cracker like yourself I mean."

She smiled. Another compliment. Couldn't get bored of those.

"Well, not quite," she said slowly. Should she really tell him the truth? Would it make her sound like a slut? The cab started moving again.

"I kinda made the first move," she said quickly.

"Ha ha. Well, good on you girl. Bet he feels like a lucky guy! Hope he was grateful."

Jennifer frowned.

"Married was he?" Tony added.

She nodded. "Yes." She felt a tinge of shame as she admitted that.

"So, I'm guessing he wasn't up to your standards then," Tony said. "What with you saying you'd had better nights. Or, are you just a little embarrassed?" He grinned in the mirror.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Let's just say he was a little...ummm...too grateful. Too quickly grateful."

Tony banged the steering wheel as he laughed. "Oh dear. A real quickie then was it?"

She groaned at his humour again, though he was of course right. "Something like that."

"Poor bloke, probably couldn't believe how lucky he was." They stopped at another set of lights and he turned around. She quickly moved her hands to her knees. "If you don't mind me saying Miss Morton, yer a bit of a stunner. I'm sure there's plenty of blokes in the world that couldn't last long with a young hottie like yourself."

She snorted a laugh. "Well, that was his excuse to be fair. And less of the young, Tony. I'm a bit older than I'm guessing you think I am."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you now? I'm usually a pretty good judge of these things you know."

She grinned at him. This was a game she unashamedly enjoyed. "Go on then, how old am I?"

The lights change and he turned away to drive. "Well, let me think. I'd have said late twenties, but you've given me a hint. 32. Maybe 33?"

She giggled. "Just turned 40 Tony. Probably should know better by now huh?"

"Well fuck me," he exclaimed. "While I'm not saying 40 is old, you're in fine shape for your years girl. Christ, a body like that would be a dream on a twenty something, a bloody fantasy on a 40 year old!" He chuckled again.

She was amused at his honesty, enjoyed the compliment and couldn't help but entertain the thought that she might be the image for his masturbation at the end of his shift.

"I'm going to hazard a guess that you've not been through the burden of child birth then?" he added.

"Wrong again Tony," she grinned. "My daughter is 10." She crossed her legs again, a feeling of satisfaction embracing her that she'd surprised him.

"Well that's a turn up for the books," he said, shaking his head. "Christ, my wife never got her figure back after our first, let alone our fourth."

"Poor Tony," she chuckled. "How long you been married?"

"27 years," he replied. "Eldest is 26, youngest is 19. Thank Christ none of them are girls, that's all I'll say. I'd be 52 looking 62 if that'd been the case!"

"Ha ha," she laughed. "I don't even want to think about my little girl growing up."

"You're not wrong there I'm afraid. Some of those young things I get in my cab at night. Jesus, some proper little sluts out there these day. If one of them had been mine, they'd have been across my knee I'll tell you!"

"Oooh Father Tony," Jennifer giggled. "Very kinky."

She saw his cheeks flush in the mirror.

"No, I mean...bit of discipline, that's what these young girls need."

Jennifer grinned. She bit her lip as he looked back at her. "Maybe that's what I needed when I was younger I guess." 

The cab pulled up at the final set of lights on the edge of the city before they would join the arterial road to her village. Tony turned around with a bemused expression on his face.

"Probably still need it, as it happens," she said quietly, winking at him. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but his cheeks flushed and he turned away. She giggled to herself. Rendering the cocky taxi driver speechless amused her greatly. She imagined him in a bathroom, jerking himself at the thought of spanking her. Her hand fell to her leg again and she slid it around and up the inside of her thigh.

She jolted backwards as the cab took off, uncrossing her legs and parting them slightly. She hadn't bothered to put her panties back on, and her fingers were just a few inches from her bare pussy.

Black cabs were compartmentalised, so she knew from the angle of the rear view mirror that Tony would only be able to see her face, maybe the top of her chest at most.

"It sounds like your contractor fella wasted a great opportunity, if I can be so bold," Tony said after a brief silence.

She nodded. "Yep, he'd have got very lucky tonight if he'd last more than 10 seconds."

"10 seconds!" he exclaimed. "You're kidding me right? Christ...bish bash bosh. And no pleasure for you. What a fucking arsehole," he shook his head.

She smiled. She wanted to tease him more.

"It wasn't totally bad, if I'm honest," she said nonchalantly. She sat forward a little, catching Tony's eye in the mirror. "He went down on me first."

She gasped as the taxi wobbled; Tony clearly surprised enough to momentarily lose control of the steering wheel.

"I nearly came too," she added, a sense of wickedness pulsing through her brain.

"Well my," she heard him exhale.

"I don't really like cumming like that though," she continued. "Prefer, you know, a cock." Her heart beat skipped as she purred those words. She noticed the cab had slowed down, and was amused that he was finding it difficult to concentrate on driving. 

"Sadly though," she said, exaggerating a sigh. "As soon as I started riding..." she paused. Too tame a word, she thought. "As soon as I started fucking him, he blew his load."

Tony took one hand off the steering wheel and rubbed his shaven head.

"Well fuck. Poor bastard," he uttered, shaking his head. "I'm hoping he was wearing a rubber, for your sake."

Jennifer stiffened. She was annoyed at herself for not controlling the contraception, or lack of it, issue. OK, so she wasn't carrying any protection, but she could have checked to see if he had any, or told him not to finish inside her. She decided to lie.

"Of course," she said, hoping she sounded convincing.

Tony nodded.

"So father cabbie Tony, there's my confession."

He chuckled. "You're quite something Miss Morton. And for what it's worth, definitely on the naughty list."

Jennifer giggled. She slid her hand further inside her skirt, forcing the material to ruffle on her thighs. She extended her middle finger, consciously not gasping as her finger tip brushed her outer pussy lips. There was something exciting about sitting in the back of a cab, without any panties, confessing her earlier exploit.

"Worthy of one of those over-the-knees spankings Tony?" she said, watching to see his reaction.

"Christ girl," he exclaimed. "Are you wanting me to crash the cab or something?" he laughed, shaking his head, presumably in disbelief she thought. 

His eyes were flicking between the road and the mirror. She didn't know why, but she tensed her finger and slid it into her opening. It was everything she could do not to moan out loud, instead focussing on keeping her eyes on the mirror. He couldn't see what she was doing of course, but the sensation was electric.

"I'm not distracting you am I Tony?" she asked, eyes fixed on the mirror.

"I'd be lying if I said you weren't Missy," he replied.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled. She was knuckle deep inside herself, her pussy soft, warm and moist. She thought she could feel dried cum, though it was probably her imagination. She shifted her bum, allowing her finger to explore further.

Her body tingled with excitement. Talking dirty, fingering herself secretly in the back of a cab. What the hell was she doing? And why was she enjoying it so much?

"So, if there's not a Mr Morton at home, is there a boyfriend, or what you call it these days, a partner instead?" Tony asked, his natural, friendly, inquisitive tone returning. 

"No, not at the moment," she replied, trying to control her speech and not squeal like she really wanted to.

"That surprises me," he said, shaking his head again. Their eyes met in the mirror briefly.

"I'm maybe too much of a naughty girl for that," she heard herself say hoarsely, her arm locked but finger increasing pace rapidly.

Tony didn't have a reply. Speechless again. She grinned, and closed her eyes as she pressed her thumb firmly against her clit. The cab was silent, save for the clatter of the diesel engine, which thankfully masked any noise that may have come from her active fingers in her pussy. She felt the gentle rocking motion of the vehicle as they turned down onto the country road that marked the final couple of miles to her village. 

She was breathing through her nose, suppressing her desire to moan out loudly as she worked her finger inside her pussy, rubbing her clit with increasing pressure. Could she bring herself off in the back of the cab? Could she do it without him noticing? She increased her pace, shifting herself so she could pull her skirt up to her hips, easing her access. There was no way he could see her in the mirror she thought, keeping her eyes closed to heighten the sensation. 

"Nice part of the countryside out here," she heard him say. 

She nodded, feeling the cab slowing, no doubt approaching the 90 degree corner at the bridge over the river. She gulped as she added her forefinger, and she felt consumed with a desire to make herself climax.

She was so consumed she didn't notice that taxi had come to a stop.

"Bloody hell, these foxes are a danger at this time of night," she heard Tony chuckle.

She opened her eyes just as he turned around to look at her.

"Make a right mess if you hit...what the fuck!" he exclaimed. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he stared straight at her.

Jennifer froze, her two fingers still buried deep inside her pussy. She felt her cheeks flush, but also an increased sense of excitement at being caught.

"Well Christ," Tony muttered. "There was me saying I'd seen it all." He didn't seem flustered, more bemused at what he was seeing.

She narrowed her eyes, looking straight at him. He was making no attempt to look away. Her mind whirled, and she slowly started to work her fingers again. She was so close.

"You've never had a girl finger herself in your taxi then?" she asked breathlessly.

Tony shook his head. "Not that I've ever seen anyway." His eyes were locked on her hand.

A thought crossed her mind, but before she could dismiss it, her mouth expressed it.

"You ever fucked in the back of here?"

Tony chuckled, his face beaming a smile. "Christ, I'd love to say I could answer yes to that one girl!"

Jennifer swallowed. What was she thinking? She glanced out of the window, getting her bearings on their location. Was she really considering it? Was she really about to...

"Do you want to be able to say yes if you're ever asked again?" Her voice was breathless.

"Say what?" he blinked, an expression of confusion on his face. She kept her eyes locked on his, biting her lip. His eyes widened and she knew it was dawning on him what she meant. "Are you..." his voice trailed off.

She nodded. "There's a car park just up the road." She couldn't believe what she was saying. "Do you want...I mean if you like..." she could feel herself wavering. She took a deep breath. "Do you want to fuck me?" Her stomach churned as the words tumbled from her mouth.

Tony's cheeks puffed out as he exhaled sharply. "Well I'll be damned. Fuck. Now that's an offer I don't get often." He chuckled. "Well, an offer I've never had actually." He shook his head, that beaming smile dominating his face.




Fit At Forty



Jennifer glared at him. He was so calm, treating her request like it was some sort of game. What did she expect though? Fuck, he was married, with a family. She was stranger, a fare. Did she expect him just to agree in an instant and drive to the car park? And why was she attracted him? Or was she? Was it not more that she actually just wanted, dare she admit it, a good hard fuck?

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, moaning softly as she did so. She saw Tony's eyes cast a downward glance, no doubt noticing the wetness on her fingers glistening in the dim light.

"It's an offer you might not get again," she said.

He nodded slowly, twitching his nose as he looked her up and down. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised he was seriously considering it. Instinctively, she raised her hands and pulled her top up, letting her boobs pop free. Surely he couldn't resist?

"Mmmmm, lovely tits," he murmured. 

Several moments passed as she sat there, skirt around her waist, legs spread, boobs exposed, Tony eyeing her approvingly. She looked at him in anticipation, but still he didn't accept the invitation.

"Well, you wanna park up and come play with them?" she asked.

He narrowed his eyes. "You're not a hooker are you?"

"No, I am not!" she exclaimed.

He nodded. "And you've got enough money for the fare? You're not just after a free ride?"

"For fuck's sake," she gasped, exasperated. "I'm offering you the ride!" She was starting to regret her actions.

He smiled. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend. It's just...well, almost too good to be true." He slowly looked her up and down again. "A car park, just up the road you say?"

She nodded. "About half a mile tops I think. It's very secluded."

He shrugged his shoulders. "And you are being serious? Not just having a bit of fun with old Tony? Not just being a tease?"

She sighed loudly and glared at him. "I want a fuck," she said slowly. She stared at him, telling herself this was his final chance. She licked her middle finger and slipped it straight back into her damp pussy. "If you want that to be your cock instead of my finger, stop fucking about and drive to that car park."

Tony grinned. "You're a very naughty lady, Miss Morton. How could I say no?" He turned in his seat and she jolted back as he quickly took off.

She kept her finger inside herself, gently moving, keeping herself focussed. If she thought for more than a second what she was doing, with a rational brain, she knew she'd change her mind.

"I take it you've got a condom there?" he said cheerily.

"What? A condom? Oh...ummm...well, no. I...ummm...used the only one I had earlier," she lied. Once again, she'd made the assumption that a man married for so long would be safe. And if he did finish inside her? Well, she needed to take a morning after pill anyway so what difference would it make?

"Hmmmm, ok," he replied thoughtfully. "I'm taking a gamble here, you know that? I mean, I've only slept with one woman in the past 20 odd years but I don't know anything about your history. It's quite a..."

"I'm clean," she interrupted him, her tone harsh. "I only fuck with a condom...usually. And I'm...ummm...on contraception." She felt little guilt at lying again.

"Ha ha," he chuckled. "Again, didn't mean to offend." He grinned at her in the mirror. "And I've seen enough porn to know that these days it's customary to finish on a girl's face rather than inside her!"

She raised her eyebrows at his comment, but smiled. "You can finish anywhere you like, honey," she said sweetly.

"Some girl," he smiled, tapping on the steering wheel.

They sat in silence as they drove along the dark road. Jennifer peered through the windscreen, then said loudly, "Just ahead, on the left, that's the entrance."

Tony slowed the cab then turned off into the car park. It was pitch black and surrounded by the forest, yet he slowly piloted the vehicle toward the far corner.

"This isn't some dogging spot is it?" he said seriously. "I don't want half a dozen weirdos staring in the windows. Or ending up on a some fucking dogging website!"

Jennifer giggled. it was a popular car park for people from the city coming out to walk their dogs right enough, but not, as far as she was aware, a site for the similarly named past time of strangers meeting to fuck. Well, perhaps not until a few minutes time. 

The cab drew to a halt at the far end of the car park. He'd parked so they couldn't be seen from the main road, even although it was now nearly 3AM and the road was deserted.

Jennifer could feel her heart beat thumping in her chest. She'd been totally in control with James in his hotel room, but somehow, this felt completely different.

Tony turned to look at her. She realised she was still sitting with her top pulled up over her boobs and skirt up over her waist.

"Sure you want to do this?" he asked. She nodded. "Me and the wife," he continued, "well...we do it maybe once a week, but more just to satisfy a basic need, if you know what I mean? So, what I'm saying is, it's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of something a bit special."

He grinned at her, and she noticed him lick his lips.

"I'll not be wham bam and thank you ma'am, you understand? If you let me back there, you'd better be prepared. I could lose my licence for this you know? So I'll be making the most of it." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her expectantly.

She nodded again. Totally the opposite to James. She jolted as she heard his door slam shut.

Fuck. What had she let herself in for? He had seemed so jovial, comical even to begin with, but there was seriousness, a sense of control about him now that worried her a little. She felt herself tense as the rear door opened and he clambered in. He was wearing a white, round neck t-shirt, and she noticed tattoos on either forearm. His jeans were quite tight, and he a had a bit of a belly. He sat down heavily on the rear bench next to her, and before the courtesy light switched off his eyes scanned the back of the taxi.

"What you done with your panties?" he asked.

Jennifer blinked as the courtesy light went out. They were in total darkness. "I...I wasn't wearing any." She flinched as she felt his hand on her thigh.

"Tut tut. No bra, no panties," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Jennifer swallowed. It was too dark to make him out, but she could feel his hand press firmly on her thigh and move upwards. "I told you," she said, conscious her voice was nervous. "I'm a very naughty girl."

"Ha ha," he chuckled, his fingers gripping her thigh. "And what happens to naughty girls?"

She closed her eyes. That was what he wanted. He wanted to spank her. Fuck, he was a kinky old buggar! What she really wanted was his cock. How should she play it?

"They get a mouthful of cock?" she replied, hoping he would like the offer of a blowjob to start things off. 

"All in good time Miss Morton," he laughed.

She gasped as his hand moved quickly up her thigh and his fingers brushed against her pussy. 

"You've made yourself nice and wet haven't you?" he chuckled, rubbing her lips more firmly.

He was half turned towards her and she could smell coffee and cigarettes on his breath. Her eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness but she closed them and moaned softly as two of his fingers entered her.

"Mmmmm, nice and wet," he murmured, wasting no time to push his fingers deep into her pussy. He splayed them, working them back and forth. "Christ, still very tight though."

She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She couldn't stop this now, and although it was crazy, she resolved to enjoy it.

"Tighter than your wife then?" she purred.

"Ha ha fuck yes," he laughed, increasing his pace. He raised his free hand and squeezed her right breast firmly, then moved his large hand across to her left one. "These are mighty fine too."

He leaned across and took her right boob in his mouth, sucking on her nipple.

"Ohhhh fuck," she groaned. She ground her hips forward, helping his fingers stretch her.

He groped her left boob firmly, his tongue flicking against her right nipple. She could make out more detail now in the darkness now, the silence penetrated by the squelching of her juices as his fingers worked her.

"I'd love to go down on you sweetheart," he said. "But condom or not, if another's man cock has been in there I'm afraid it's not for me."

He had a point, even if he didn't know that the other man had actually cum insider her. Did that mean he wasn't going to stick his cock inside her then? She felt a surge of frustration. That was all she wanted.

"Turn over for me," he said, an authoritative tone in his voice, pulling his fingers out of her and using his hand to lift her leg.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked with a hint of desperation.

"Ha ha, all in good time like I said," he replied, pushing her over more firmly. 

She complied, turning over so her knees were on the seat, hands planted in front of her. Tony shifted his body, moving in behind her and she felt his fingers slide easily back inside her. He must have been using three, as she felt her pussy stretched open, the base of his palm pressing against her bum cheeks.

"You just relax now," he whispered, before pumping his fingers in and out of her with increasing force. 

"Ohhhh fuckkkkk," she gasped, her head falling forward, pushing herself back against him. His fingers worked quickly, and she groaned loudly as he added his pinkie. "Oh god yes, that feels good!"

His fingers were deep inside her, and though she really didn't want to orgasm like this, she could feel herself getting close. Her breathing increased and she panted as he pushed her legs further apart, the noise of her juices filling her ears.

"F...fuck me," she panted. "Stick your cock in me!"

Tony chuckled, not replying but instead rubbing his thumb against her asshole. 

She flinched, wriggling her bum. She knew the definition in her firm buttocks made her asshole, at the angle she was bent, an inviting proposition. At least, that was what Steve had always said. His fingers were working rapidly and the feeling of his thumb massaging her anus was heightening the sensation.

"Mmmmm, you've got a cracking arse love," he laughed.

She ignored him, closing her eyes as she felt her orgasm nearing. He was going to bring her off with his fingers and she was beyond caring.

"Ohhh shit...oh fuck yes...fuck yes..." she panted.

He seemed to push his fingers deeper.

"Oh god that's good...fuck...fuck..." she pushed back against him more firmly. "Oh fuck...oh...AHHHHHHH!" she squealed loudly as she felt the tip of his thumb penetrate her anus. A bolt of pain seared through her. "W...what are you...d...doing?" she gasped. "Oh jesus," she felt her body start to tense. 

"That's my girl," he grunted, pushing his thumb deeper into her arse. "You let yourself go on old Tony's fingers love."

She didn't want his finger in her ass, but she was so close. She didn't want him to stop.

"Fuck, oh fuck...fuck, I'm close," she gasped, her voice breathless.

Her body tensed from another bolt of pain as her rectum contracted on his thumb. His fingers were splayed and pushed deep in her pussy and she started to shudder. 

"Ohhhhhhhh shiiiittttttt," she grunted. "Oh yes...fuck...fuck make me cum!"

She closed her eyes, ready for her climax. Fingers in both her holes; she wanted to explode.

Suddenly, Tony pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

She gasped in surprise, grunting as his thumb pushed in deeper, not realising it was fully inside her ass.

"W...what are you doing? No...don't stop," she exclaimed, jerking her head backwards to look at him.

He grinned at her. "Now now Miss Morton...patience," he chuckled.

She glared at him, her mouth falling open. "What the fuck? Why did you stop?"

He smiled. "You said you didn't like cumming without a cock in you, didn't you?"

She exhaled. "Well, yes...but..." she replied exasperated. 

"Ok," he nodded. He slowly pulled his thumb back, making her yelp as it popped out of her ass. He clambered around her, kneeling against the edge of the seat. She watched him quickly unbuckle his jeans, undo the buttons and pull them, pants included, down his thighs. Her eyes instinctively feel to his crotch, the thick clump of pubic hair, the fat cock dangling down. She was surprised he wasn't yet erect.

"How about you use that naughty mouth of yours to get me nice and hard then?"

She felt frustrated. She'd been so close, just a few seconds away from climaxing. He was teasing her, and she had to accept that. She cursed her desperation.

Jennifer shifted her body so she kneeling across the seat. She lowered her head and moved it towards him. He took hold of his cock, positioning it in front of her mouth. She noticed he was circumsised, not something she was used to, and as she got closer, her nostrils filled with the pungent aroma of his penis. She closed her eyes and took him in her mouth, gagging as she closed her lips.

He let out a satisfied grunt, pushing himself towards her. She bobbed her head back and forth, feeling his cock stiffen in her mouth. It had a thick girth, and she had to widen her mouth as it grew. She started to suck, unable to stop herself from screwing up her nose as she tasted him. He started to rock his hips, murmuring as he became fully erect. He wasn't overly long, maybe 6 inches, but his cock was at least two inches wide; easily double that of James.

She considered moving into a sitting position, or perhaps kneeling on the cab floor, but she didn't want to spend much time with his cock in her mouth. She realised it was actually disgusting her, so she pressed her eyes tightly shut and told herself it was worth it to soon have it in her pussy instead. 

Tony didn't seem to mind her positioning. His hand was again on her bum cheeks, stroking her firmly. 

"Mmmmm, an expert cock sucker," he chuckled.

She gasped as she felt his fingers back inside her pussy, her head lunging forward making her choke as she took him too deeply. Almost as soon as they were inside her, he pulled them out and she felt him place his index finger against her asshole again. With her knees apart, he had easy access between her bum cheeks and she couldn't react quickly enough to stop him from massaging her hole, clearly using her pussy juices as lubrication before firmly entering her.

Again, she yelped, making his cock quiver as it sent vibrations up his shaft. She winced as he pushed his finger in deeper, forcing against her contracting cheeks.

"Not a virgin in the ass department, are you Miss Morton?" he chuckled. 

She looked up at him, eyes glaring. He was correct, of course, although it was very rare she let a man there. On the odd occasion, when drunk enough and on her own, she used a very slim vibrator in her ass, but it always hurt like hell afterwards.

The pain subsided quickly, and he was at least being gentle as he slowly worked his finger inside her. Her pussy was tingling, and the feeling of his hand close by made her want to reach back and force his fingers into her. She bobbed her head more quickly, clamping her lips to tightly suck his shaft. She was sure he wanted to fuck her, so the closer she got him with her mouth, surely the sooner he would give her what she wanted.

His free hand grasped the back of her head and pulled her harshly into his crotch. She breathed sharply through her nose as he held her there, his pubic hair against her face, cock fully in her mouth. Her eyes widened as he circled his finger in her ass, stretching her passage before inserting his forefinger as well. She started to gag, and he released his hand, letting her pull her head free to gasp for air.

"Jesus," she exclaimed.

He grinned at her, then pulled her head back towards him, stuffing his cock back into her mouth. Once again, he held her firmly, ignoring her gagging as he straightened his fingers, parting them in her ass. She felt like her head was going to explode.

He released her, giving her a brief moment to gulp in air, before repeating his actions, all the time using his fingers to stretch her anal passage. Twice more he did it, before pulling his cock free from her mouth.

Jennifer lowered her head, hungrily gulping in air. Her jaw ached. 

"Now then, ready for my cock?" he asked.

She wasn't sure she was. He was surprising her. When he'd said he'd make the most of it, she hadn't expected him to finger her bum, or make her gag on his cock.

He didn't wait for her to respond, instead pushing her shoulders so she was once again kneeling in front of him on the seat. His fingers were still in her ass, and she moaned loudly as they slid deeper inside her as she moved her body around.

She felt him tap his cock head against her bum cheeks, then gasped in anticipation as he rubbed it against her pussy lips. He was going to fuck her pussy, and she didn't care that his fingers were still in her ass. Her whole body tingled at the prospect of the double penetration and she wondered how he'd react when she climaxed hard on him.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of his cock enter pussy. He was taking his time, teasing her more. She had to admire his patience, even if it was frustrating the hell out of her. 

She felt him gently withdraw his fingers, then felt his cock press between her bum cheeks. What was he doing? Just his fingertips were in her ass now, but she could still feel his cock touching her. She groaned loudly as he splayed his fingers, feeling her hole stretch open. It suddenly dawned on her what he was doing.

"No...Tony...not in..." she gasped as his cock slipped between his fingers and pressed against her bum hole. "ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed as he pushed forward, his cock penetrating her ass.

She heard him grunt as her head started spinning, pain searing through her body. His cock was so wide, it felt like her sphincter was stretching to the point it would burst.

"T...Ton...fuck...oh fuck," she squealed.

He pushed forward, two inches inside her. He slowly withdrew his fingers, satisfied he was inserted inside her and she felt him grip her hips.

"Ohhhhh godddddd." Her body tensed with pain. "P..please...not...not there..." she was gasping for breath. "My puss...please...my cunt...fuck my cunt...instead..." she pleaded.

Tony pulled her back firmly, pushing his hips forwards, another inch of his cock in her rectum. 

"Like I said," he grunted. "Condom or not, I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

Her stomach churned at his choice of words. At the truth that he was right not to stick his cock and a pussy that an hour earlier had been filled with another man's sperm. And that this stranger, this older man, with the pot belly was sticking his smelly fat cock in her ass.

He pushed forward again and her head collapsed onto the seat. Her vision blurred, her open mouth against the plastic upholstery.

"It's too...too wide," she mumbled.

"Ha ha," he chuckled. "You can take it, love." He grunted as he pushed forward again, his fingers gripping her flesh tightly. "Ohhh fuck, what a great arse. It's been a long time since I was in an arse as tight as this."

She gagged as she tasted her saliva on the seat. She wanted to push him away, but the pain was sapping the strength from her body. 

He started to rock his hips, prodding his cock inside her.

"Ohhh that's it," he exhaled. "Mmmmm, let me fuck that nice arse."

She knew she couldn't stop him. She tried to relax, figuring that the more her body resisted, the more it would hurt. He was holding her too firmly to resist anyway, and as he worked back and forth she felt her rectum expand, slowly accepting the thick intrusion. She let her knees slide wider apart; anything to accommodate his fat cock.




Fit At Forty



"Good girl," he panted. "Just relax now. Let old Tony fuck that dirty little asshole."

Dirty. The word pierced her. She was dirty. Dirty to have made James cheat on his wife. Dirty to have turned him on so much he'd spunked inside her. Dirty enough to have teased the taxi driver, fingered herself in the back of his cab, encouraged him to also cheat on his wife and fuck her. She felt dirty. A dirty slut. It struck her she deserved this.

Tony started to rock his hips with more pace, jabbing his cock inside her. She gasped as she felt his hips against her bum cheeks, realising that his full length was in her ass. She felt like he was ripping her apart.

"Oh fuck that's good," he grunted. "Fucking good." He pulled back, almost pulling his cock out of her, before roughly pushing forward again.

"Jesus...Christ," she screamed.

"Such a naughty lady," he laughed, releasing his grip on her thighs. She squealed as he firmly slapped the palm of his hand on her right bum cheek.

Tony pulled back, leaving an inch of his cock inside her, then spanked her firmly again.

"Owwww," she cried out.

"Naughty, naughty lady," he laughed, pushing forward until he was fully inside her. He shifted his body slightly to the right, creating room to plant another firm spank on her left cheek. She cried out again.

He repositioned himself directly behind her and worked up a rhythm, fucking her arse with controlled prods. His hand slid around her thigh, and she gasped as his fingers rubbed against her pussy lips. He teased her lips apart, found her clitoris with his middle finger and pressed firmly against it.

She responded with a long moan. His left hand reached out and grasped her left boob, firmly squeezing it before pulling her upwards, straightening her back. This forced her ass back and down onto his cock as he drove upwards, simultaneously creating an angle that allowed him to stick three fingers into her pussy.

"Oh my god," she groaned.

He added his pinkie, stretching her pussy wide, angling his thumb so it pressed firmly against her clit. He jerked his fingers rapidly, leaning forward, his breath on the back of her neck.

"You liking this now?" he asked.

She nodded. She could barely breathe, let alone speak. The feeling of his fat cock in her arse and fingers in her pussy was incredible.

"Good girl," he said softly. "Let's get you on your back. I want to see that pretty face when you cum."

He removed his fingers from her pussy, ignoring her disappointed groan. He pulled her skirt down from her waist, pulling it over her legs as she turned onto her back.

He knelt on the floor, reaching out his arms and sliding them under her buttocks. He pulled her back towards him, hooking his arms under knees and pushing her legs backwards.

She held her breath as he positioned his cock against her bum hole, and couldn't contain a scream as he powerfully stuffed his cock back into her arse. Pain consumed her again, but this time subsided more quickly as he regained his rhythm.

"Oh shit...you're...you're ripping me apart," she gasped.

"Ha ha," he grinned. "I think that dirty arse is taking it just fine." 

He fucked her solidly for about 30 seconds, until he was satisfied he was comfortably deep inside her. He let go of her legs, straightening his back. Her leg muscles were tight, and she held them in position.

His hand pressed against her pussy, and again he wasted no time in sliding his fingers in, pushing them in deeply.

"Mmmmmm, I can feel my cock with my fingers," he mused.

Jennifer just looked at him with wide eyes, mouth open with an expression of surprise on her face. 

His thumb found her clit again and he rubbed it firmly.

"Oh...my...god," she moaned.

"Very good," he smiled, curling his fingers up inside her. "Let me see that pretty face as you cum."

She gawped at him, unable to speak. He maintained a smooth rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth, thick cock stretching her rectum. He worked his fingers rapidly, using a 'come here' motion as he ground his thumb against her clit.

It took less than a minute before she felt her orgasm build.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, breathing sharply through her nose. "Fuck...fuck yes!"

"You like that do you?" he grunted. "You like my cock in your arse. Like my fingers in your dirty cunt?"

She nodded. "Tell me then," he demanded harshly.

"I...I like it," she panted.

"Like what?" he grinned, thrusting his hips more powerfully, increasing his pace with his fingers and thumb.

"I like...like your cock...like your cock in my arse," she groaned. She felt her body tingle. She was close.

"That's it, tell me more, tell me how much you like it."

"Oh fuck, oh god I love it. Oh god yes, fuck my arse." She didn't notice the pain anymore, just the incredible sensation of being filled in both holes. His fingers were working frantically, his cock jabbing into her arse with increased force.

"Naughty girl," he grunted. "Dirty naughty girl, aren't ya?"

She felt her body tensing. "Oh god...oh yes. I'm...I'm a dirty girl. Oh FUCK!" she started to buck her hips. "Fuck I'm such a dirty slut," she exclaimed. Her vision became blurry.

"Yes you are. A proper dirty slut," he grinned. He pushed his cock forward, holding it still, buried in her ass. He rubbed her clit with ferocity, his fingers seemingly working even faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuckk," she squealed. "Fuck yes I'm such a dirty slut!" Her body suddenly tensed. She raised her hips, her body rigid. "Ohhhhhhh fuck I'm going to cum!" she cried out loudly.

Tony grinned, and in a swift movement withdrew his cock from her arse.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck," she screamed, the release of pressure as his cock exited her making her body shake. She felt like her asshole was gaping wide. 

His fingers tightened inside her, short fucking motions splayed on her pussy. He flicked her clit with his thumb and she screamed again.

"I'm cuuuuuuummmmming!" Her body started to spasm as her climax engulfed her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her sockets and she gasped loudly. "Fuck, fuck, yesssssssss!"

Tony pulled his fingers out of her as she jerked violently, her hands gripping the edge of the seat as she felt a thin stream of fluid spurt from her pussy.

She felt like she was exploding. It was rare that she came so hard, rarer still that she spurted. Her body tensed and spasmed again, and she watched in surprise, horror and ecstasy as her juices spurted from her pussy onto Tony. 

He looked as shocked as she felt, but he simply reached his hand forward and slapped it against her pussy. She squealed again, tightly shutting her eyes as her body tensed and jerked violently, responding to his slaps with another gush of fluid.

She gasped for air, her body continue to shudder for several seconds as her orgasm subsided. She sat panting, her eyes closed, incredulous at the orgasm she'd just experienced. 

"Well fuck me," she heard Tony laugh. "A squirter! I don't believe it."

She opened her eyes, making out in the dim light him wiping his t-shirt. She felt a wave of embarrassment over the tingling in her body. It had been years since she'd last, as he put it, spurted. But then, she'd never had double penetration of any sort. Had that caused her to gush out fluid? Or had it been the build up over the last hour or so?

"I'm, I'm really sorry, " she said meekly, instantly feeling a pang of sympathy for James and his lack of control. 

"Ha ha, no need to apologise," he chuckled. "Fuck, I never thought I'd experience that first hand." He shook his head in disbelief. 

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, and her stomach turned again at the sight of his pot belly and hairy chest. 

"I don't usually, you know," she nodded at him, again feeling like James must have felt.

Tony grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment." He reached out his hand and she gasped softly as he gently stroked her pussy lips. "That was quite an orgasm Miss Morton."

She nodded, letting herself smile. "It was. And...well, thank you."

He smiled at her. "I suppose a blowjob is out of the question, what with my cock having been up your arse, unless you are into that kind of thing?" he asked.

Jennifer instantly pulled a face. "I'm sorry, really...no." She shook her head.

Tony sighed. "Fair enough. Well, I suppose..." A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "I suppose I'll just have to break a habit of a lifetime."

She frowned at him, not sure what he meant. He crawled forward and lifted himself onto the seat beside her. She shuffled herself up so she was sat upright again.

"Come on then love, climb over here," he said, patting his thigh.

"You want me to ride you?" she said.

He cupped his hand on his sac. "I've got a big load of cum in here now." He winked at her.

She nodded. Her body felt sore, but she raised herself up and straddle him, feeling his hard cock against her bum cheeks. "In my arse again?"

"Very, very tempting Miss Morton," he laughed. "But it's very tight up there. Very tight indeed."

She didn't feel tight, more like her ass was still stretched wide open. 

"But I'd rather have a shot at that cunt of yours," he continued. "And don't you worry, I'll be sure not to finish inside you."

She felt herself shudder. 'That cunt of yours.' He made her feel like a lump of meat. An object. But what did she deserve. Just a few moments ago, she'd screamed out that she was a dirty slut. And right now, that wasn't a lie. She wasn't comfortable for the cock that had been in arse to then be in her pussy. But then it was better than in her mouth. For a brief second, she wondered if she should admit James had been inside her unprotected. That would make Tony want her arse, but she wasn't sure if she could take it there again. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and at least it would give her a sense of control again.

"Ok," she nodded. "But just cum inside me if you want to." She didn't want his cock anywhere near her face now.

He grinned, reaching out to grip her bum cheeks and lift her upwards. She took hold of his cock and positioned herself over it, closing her eyes and moaning softly as she pushed down. 

"It's not that I don't trust you," he said, exhaling as her pussy enveloped his cock. "But I'd rather not take any chances."

He thrust his hips upwards and she gasped as his fat cock stretched her pussy. She was still tingling, her pussy extremely sensitive. She moved herself up and down, taking his full length.

"That's a nice tight cunt too," he smiled. He flattened his palms, rubbing them on her bum cheeks. 

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You like that then? Better than my arse?" 

"Fuck, you're incredible everywhere," he grinned. "Ride me." He leaned back, clasping his hands behind his head.

"I'll fucking ride you," she murmured. She pushed down until her cheeks were on his thighs, then she ground her hips back and forth. She took his length with ease, but his girth was wide enough to stretch her and she quickly got into a rhythm. He may not be physically attractive to her, and she might have already had the orgasm she wanted, but it felt good to have a cock inside her.

She alternated between grinding herself on him and lifting up and plunging back down, hearing the slap of her cheeks on his thighs as he jerked his hips to meet her. 

"Oh that's good," he praised. "Fuck, that's good. That's it, fuck my cock."

She pressed her hands against his chest, using him to support her as she bounced up and down on him. He extended his arms, gripping her sides.

"So fucking skinny," he muttered. "Tight too. Still can't believe you're 40."

She ignored him, building up her pace until she was fucking him frantically. Her heart beat was racing and she breathed sharply.

He suddenly leaned forward, hungrily taking her boobs in his mouth, sucking on them forcefully. The change of angle made her gasp, and her head fell forwards as he wrapped his arms around her back.

He held her still and started to jerk his hips upwards, pumping his cock inside her.

"Ohhh fuuuck," she moaned.

He held her even tighter, rapidly fucking her. "Such a dirty slut," he hissed. "Fuck that cunt is good!"

She squealed, surprised at his ability to punch his cock into her with such ferocity. She could hear her wetness squelching again.

He stopped, letting go of his grip and she sank back onto his cock. He was out of breath, lack of fitness being his only inability it seemed. 

She leaned back and took hold of his hands, placing them on her boobs. She rocked back and forth. "Squeeze my tits then," she said softly. "You like those?"

"Firm," he replied simply, groping at her. He smiled, then playfully slapped her left one.

She scowled at him.

"You don't like that?" he responded, slapping the other one.

She pushed his hands away. "No, no I don't." Still she rocked her hips, riding his cock.

"Ha ha," he chuckled, pulling her down towards him. "But we agreed naughty girls need a good spanking. And you're a very naughty girl, as you told me." 

She rolled her eyes. She started to wish he'd been as quick as James.

Jennifer squealed as he spanked her bum cheek. "Owwwwww!" She glared at him.

He spanked her again. "Tell me you don't deserve it."

She stared at him, and he spanked her again. She felt her cheeks stinging. He thrust his hips upwards and she gasped. Why did it feel so good?

"Well, tell me then," he grinned. He raised his eyebrows, then spanked her again.

"Fuck," she exclaimed. "I...fuck it...I do deserve it."

He wrapped his arm around her back and again pulled her into him. Once more, he started to rapidly fuck her, only this time he spanked her at 10 second intervals.

Her body was tingling again. The feeling of his cock powerfully fucking her, the stinging on her cheeks as he spanked her. She couldn't understand why she was liking it so much.

"Ohhh fuuuuckkk yes, spank me!" she heard herself cry.

Tony responded with another firm slap, making her wince and squeal.

"Keep talking to me," he grunted, panting heavily as he kept up his pace. 

"Spank me harder. Spank me for being a dirty slut," she cried. He obviously liked her talking dirty, and it spurned her on to satisfy him.

He spanked her again, harder than any time before. She yelped, and again he let go of her, gasping for breath.

She straightened her back and narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong old man? Can't keep the pace up? Can't handle a dirty little slut like me?" 

He grinned back at her. "Ah, like that then is it?" He pushed her off him, and before she could collect herself he had shoved her so her knees were on the cab floor. He pushed her down, bent over the edge of the seat. He stooped over her from behind, bending down to whisper in her ear.

"I hope you are ready for this."

She felt a mixture of fear and excitement. She'd goaded him, but what he could do more than he'd done already?

He straddled her, his feet planted on the cab floor. He crouched down, using his hands to bring her knees together, then placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. With a loud grunt, he pushed forward, plunging deep inside her.

From his standing, but crouched position, he seemed to be able to create more force. She squealed in shock as he started to pump her, roughly jabbing his cock into her. She felt his hips bash against her. She moved her hands backwards, feeling his knees against the edge of seat. He was towering over her, his angle meaning he was as deep inside her as he could possibly get.

She heard him grunt heavily as he fucked her. Her face was buried in the seat. He kept up his pace, relentlessly stuffing his fat cock inside her with increased force.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk," she mumbled. She couldn't remember being fucked so hard.

"Ahhhhhhhh...fuck...that's it slut...fucking take it!" He prodded his forefinger against her asshole. She tensed she felt it circling. "Take my cock in that dirty cunt," he groaned.

Jennifer screamed as he pushed his finger into her ass.

"You fucking love it in both holes, don't you slut?" He hissed through grated teeth. She realised she'd released an aggressive streak in him.

She closed her eyes and gasped as he added another finger, roughly working them to open her anal passage again. Still he pumped her with his cock. She couldn't believe the pace he was going at, and that he was maintaining it.

"Look at that dirty gaping hole," he muttered, easily adding a third finger. He twisted his wrist, his fingers now landscape as they stretched her ass.

"Oh Christ," she gasped. She felt no pain, just a growing sense of intensity.

"Dirty...fucking...slut," he grunted, working his fingers rapidly in her ass. He lowered himself slightly, changing the angle of his cock in her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuckkk," she responded instantly. Her body started to twitch. She felt his pinkie enter her bum and she couldn't stop herself from sliding her own hand back between her legs. She felt his cock against her fingers as he pumped her, and as she touched her clit her vision blurred.

"I'm...I'm going...I'm going to cum," she cried out. 

"Oh fuck yes," he announced triumphantly. "Go on slut, let me feel you cum on my cock!"

He rapidly fingered her ass, somehow managing to pound his cock into her with renewed vigour.

"Ohhhhhhh shit," she gasped. Her head started to spin. This was incredible. She felt so dirty, so helpless, so sensitive. Was she really going to cum again?

"Fuuuck yeeeeesssssssssss," she moaned loudly as her body tensed, then started to spasm violently for the second time in close succession. "I'm cummmmmmmmmminggggg," she groaned, her legs shaking as her orgasm engulfed her. 

"Oh fuck," Tony grunted. He yanked his fingers out of her ass and she squealed again.

"Ohhhhhhh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," she shrieked, her pussy contracting tightly on his cock. Her body shook and she exhaled loudly as she went limp, slapping her hand on the seat in submission, gasping for breath.

Tony grunted, and pulled his cock out of her. He grabbed her firmly and turned her over, pulling her forward. She yelped as she landed heavily on the floor, stretching her legs out in front of her. 

Tony again straddled her, standing with his legs planted on either side of her. She felt a wave of tiredness, and looked up wearily to see him take hold of his cock and jerk it rapidly. 

He shuffled closer, crouching again, aiming his cock at her. Her brain felt fuzzy; she was still in shock at having a second orgasm. His hand worked quickly, pumping his cock.

"Oh fuck, that's it...that's it right there," he mumbled. 

She was frozen, staring at him.

"Fuck, oh yes, fuck." He jerked hand faster. "Oh fuck...here it comes."

Jennifer stared at the cock in front of her. She knew what was about to happen, but she felt helpless. She didn't want his cock in her mouth, and if that meant taking some cum on her face, or better still her tits, then she was fine with that.

"Arrrrghhhhhhhh," Tony grunted, his voice low and guttural. "Take my cum you dirty little..." he arched his back, "...whore!" he exclaimed.

Jennifer flinched at being called a whore, but almost instantly, she shrieked as a thick wad of cum erupted from his cock onto her face. Her mouth opened in surprise as it covered the bridge of her nose and left eye. She gagged as a second spurt splashed over her lips and into her mouth.

"Arggghhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck," she heard him groan, feeling a third, thinner stream of cum land on her chin.

She closed her mouth and eyes, tasting his cum on her tongue as she felt his cock brush her face.

"Oh jesus," he gasped breathlessly, squeezing the remaining drops of his load onto her forehead.

She sat motionless, her face covered in his sticky mess. She couldn't believe how much cum she could feel on her; he hadn't been lying when he said he had a big load.




Fit! Ch. 02



Fit! 2 - Erika's Workout

(Note: This story follows on from 'Fit!' when two Romanian gymnasts, newly arrived in England, meet Chris, a helpful community worker, and take him back to their bedsit. 

Please excuse the licence I have used with the Romanian language. This second story in the series is from Erika's point of view. I do not know the Romanian language, apart from the few (mostly naughty) words I found on the Internet, so I have to write in English. The story is somewhat about Erika's and Anna's first experiences, with the language as much as anything else. When they actually speak in English I have tried to put the limited words and phrases you might expect in their heads and mouths, but I can't convey the girls' thoughts and feelings in Romanian or in Pidgin English. When they speak in Romanian I'll indicate this with chevron quotes (e.g. « & ».)

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"My turn now!" I said as Chris turned to see me with his softening, slick, pussy-juice-covered prick dangling from his crutch. It twitched a little when he saw that my hand was down inside my thong and I was playing with myself and rubbing my wet pussy lips.

Chris looked a bit down, "I'm not going to manage it again for a while." I didn't understand much of that but his cock didn't look good to me.

"You want more orange juice?" I asked, hoping it would give him some energy. I got the carton from the fridge and poured him a large glass which he drank down in one go. I gave Anna a glass too and asked her nicely to move off the bed in Romanian.

«That was amazing,» she gasped. «I've never felt so... alive! I loved his prick thrusting inside me.»

«OK, OK,» I said, «don't go on about it. Now you've worn him out for me.» Anna put on a short, silky bathrobe and went out to the toilet which was down on the next floor.

"What did she say?" asked Chris.

"She say you fucking good." I answered. Isn't it funny that the first words you learn in any language are the swear words. "You lay on bed now and I come lay with you. We... I hold you. We fuck soon!"

"You can give me a cuddle," Chris said lying back and holding out his arms to me.

I moved onto the bed and lay beside him in his arms. "What is cuddle?" I asked.

"This is a cuddle," he replied, "just holding each other."

"I like cuddle," I giggled as I mashed my breasts into his hairy chest sending sparkles down to my groin and beyond.

"Do you like kissing too?" he asked and pressed his lips to mine. The tip of his tongue gently slid over my lips. I opened them slightly and his tongue slid between. He found my tongue and wiggled his tongue against it, teasing it and easing it out of my mouth and into his. He was teaching me to kiss. Chris was the only boy or man to kiss me properly. I wanted to learn more as the feelings just from kissing were turning my pussy area to jelly.

Chris's hands were not idle either. His fingers were ever so lightly brushing over my back from my shoulders down to my bottom. I was still wearing my little pink thong which is the most comfortable when we go to the gym. My bottom cheeks were completely free with only the string between them.

Chris pulled me close to him and held me tight. He rolled over taking me over and on top of him. His hands went to my bottom and he started kneading my round cheeks and sliding his fingers round between my legs, just fleetingly, keeping me in a constant state of exquisite arousal, but no further.

I lifted my self up on my outstretched arms. My breasts hung down, the nipples grazing in his chest hair. I moved from side to side tickling the nipples with his soft chest hair. Every movement was ecstacy. Every nerve in my body was being sent signals from my breasts. Every part of my skin was tingling.

I lifted my tummy up off Chris's lower body so I could see what his cock was doing. I was disappointed as it was still drooping sadly down one leg. I pushed myself back to kneel between his legs and gently lifted up his flaccid manhood.

"He is tired!" I remarked to Chris who was lying back with his hands behind his head.

"Yes, he has been working very hard."

"That Anna!" I growled crossly.

«What, Anna?» she exclaimed as she came back into the room unexpectedly.

«You've tired him out. Look at his cock!» I complained.

«He'll be OK in an hour or two,» she said slumping down in the chair behind me.

«But I'm horny now!» and as if to confirm it I felt my pussy juices dribble out and down my leg.

«Why don't you encourage it with your hands and your mouth. Give it a kiss!»

"What did she say?" asked Chris, looking a bit bemused.

I was a bit embarrassed to say, but I did: "She say I give him a kiss!"

"Who, me?"

"Your cock!" I said, indicating his limp member. I could see it twitching as he took this in.

"You can if you want to," he said, trying not to sound too excited but I knew he was just dying for me to get my lips around his cock. I slid back on my knees and lay forward with my head in his crotch, his cock inches from my mouth. I lifted it closer and tentatively planted a small kiss on the sticky tip. I was thinking that his cock would still be covered in Anna's juices and feeling a bit squeamish but I decided to give it a try. I could feel a slight twitching under my hand but it was still soft. I opened my mouth a little and let the dark pink coloured head slip in between my lips. I gave it a slurp in my saliva-filled mouth and drew my head back to look at the head again. The mushroom shaped head had swollen a little. I gave it another suck and licked over the head with my tongue. Chris gave out a low moan which encouraged me to do more.

Holding the gradually stiffening cock by the head with thumb and forefinger, I licked from his balls to the top, leaving a trace of saliva. Chris moaned again. He obviously liked that. So I did it again and again. His cock was visibly growing and stiffening in my hand. I sucked the head into my mouth again, opening wider so that I could get more in. His cock was fully erect now, standing proudly without me having to hold it. I sat up on my knees again and bobbed my head up and down letting his rampact prick slide in and out between my lips, occasionally lapping at the little opening at the tip where the cum was oozing out.

«You don't want to do that for much longer,» advised Anna, behind me. «He's going to go off in your mouth."

Taking her advice I crawled up Chris's body planting wet kisses all over his tummy, chest, neck, face and finally his lips. "You like?" I asked when he opened his eyes.

"I like very much," he murmured through the kisses I was still planting on every centimetre of skin. I could feel his cock bouncing away underneath me trying to find a place to stay. Knocking at the entrance to my pussy, the lovely place I had ready for him to visit. She had been wet and open and ready for a long time.

I stroked my fingers over my pussy lips soaking them with the creamy liquid from inside. I rubbed the lubricating secretions all over Chris's cock. Lifting my crutch I positioned his cock at the gateway to my body with my hand. Taking a deep breath I lowered myself onto his stiff pole. My pussy lips opened and swallowed the head. I lowered myself, very slowly, further and further down onto him, letting my tight but stretchy hole expand around his invading member. My pussy was leaking juices which lubricated his entry. I lifted up and heard a 'plip' as my sopping wet lips closed, then down again, easing my pussy all the way down, completely enveloping his cock inside my body.

I had been a bit anxious about what it would be like, whether it would hurt. I had always been a bit of a romantic and wanted my first time to be a bit special and ohhhh it was! Sinking onto his cock was the most beautiful feeling I'd ever had. My pussy just swallowed him up and then cuddled him inside her. It was so strong and thick and firm. It filled me up. It was like something had been put back into me that was missing and I hadn't realised it before. It was so comfortable, like the cock had found its home in me. The most natural and exciting thing in the world.

I don't know why, but in the middle of all these glorious feelings I started thinking about how it had been in Romania. How did I not know about these wonderful sensations from my own body? I was 20. How had I lived this long and not been alone with a boy, ever? My gymnastics had always been the priority. As soon as Anna and my parents' realised we had talent, at the age of eight, we had never been alone. There were boys around at school and even some of the boys doing gymnastics were nice, but we were chaparoned everywhere. We were not even allowed to talk to them much and it was always about gymnastics.

And now... Now, I was feeling on top of the world. Now, I was sitting on top of the first English man we'd met, sitting on his cock. Now, I was fucking my first man. Now, was for me and I was going to make it last as long as possible.

I caught Chris looking at me rather strangely. "What you look at?" I asked as I gently wriggled about on his cock.

"I just can't believe it!" He wondered.

"What you mean?"

"You're lovely," he said. "You have a great body. Your tits are awesome!"

"Thank you," I replied, politely. From his tone I assumed 'awesome' was something good but didn't really understand. I'd not really thought about my body, apart from keeping fit for the gymnastics. I had never been told before how I looked. My tits were awesome, were they? I'd always thought that Anna had the better breasts, they were certainly bigger than mine. I looked down at them. I was a 36C bra size so they were a good size but they were usually squashed and flattened to my chest with a tight sports bra to stop them bouncing around when we were working. Anna's were actually becoming a bit big and bouncy for gymnastics. All the exercising we did kept all my muscles taut and toned so they looked back up at me. I'd not noticed before but my nipples and areolea merged into one darker gradient brown area, getting darkest at the tip. Then I wondered about something Chris had said.

"But why you don't believe? What is wrong?"

"Nothing," he stammered. "You're perfect. I just never expected to be making love with someone so gorgeous."

"You don't say that to me, ugly boy!" snorted Anna, unkindly, from behind me.

"You're lovely too," he added quickly. "We were kind of busy before and I didn't get the chance to say anything."

I turned to Anna. «Why don't you go for a walk or just be quiet. I didn't interrupt your time with him.»

With a downcast face, Anna threw on some clothes and went out, slamming the door behind her. I hoped we would still be friends when she returned.

Chris looked a little nervous and it felt like his cock had softened a little inside me. I didn't feel quite as full as before.

"You like my breasts?" I asked, running my fingers lightly over them, setting my nipples tingling.

"Oh yes!" he sighed. "They're beautiful."

His hands were still behind his head. I'm not sure if he was shy or lazy.

"You feel?" I meant more as a suggestion than a question. He took the hint and he held a breast in each hand. Electric currents shot down to my pussy, causing more juices to flow. He circled his hands around and around with only his palms teasing the very tips of my nipples. That sent rockets to my head that exploded in my brain.

"Acum sarut mine. Kiss me!" I whispered, softly as I lay forward onto his chest and our lips and tongues mingled and swirled together again. I could feel Chris's hands clutching my bum, trying to slide me up and down his cock. "Be still!" I told him as I nibbled on his earlobe. I wanted to try something I read about.

I had been exercising my body since the age of about four. A gymnast needs to be able to control every part of her body so every part had been trained and exercised. Our trainer had told us that we would appreciate the buttock clenching and pelvic floor exercises when we were married but we hadn't been told why. I'd read, just on the aeroplane to England that this can really enhance sexual enjoyment. I'd been surprised to find that kind of article in an airline magazine but I'd read it and been quite turned on by it. In fact I spent most of the flight exciting myself by stimulating my vagina with a variation of the exercises I'd done since I was a child. It made the long flight pass very quickly. I now wanted to try them out on Chris.

As I was kissing him I firmly clenched my internal muscles around Chris's cock.

"Ohhhh! That's amazing!" he cried out, "What did you do?"

"Ahh, my secret," I whispered as I clenched again, this time more strongly.

"Fuck me!" Chris gasped.

"That is what I do?" I answered cheekily as I undulated my vaginal muscles to ripple against the whole length of his cock.

"Ooooooh! I love what you're doing to me! I can't believe you've never done this before."

"I tell you truth!" I snapped and clenched his cock sharply.

"Aaagh! That was too much!" and then, after a gentler caress, "Ahhhhh! That's better." Chris pushed me back up to a sitting position so he could caress my breasts again. His hands kneaded my ultra sensitive cones and after a while brought one into his mouth and started licking around the enlarged nipples. My mouth just fell open and my whole body exploded in wonder at the sheer power flashing me. If Chris hadn't been holding me tight I would have just fainted and collapsed in ecstacy. This was my first orgasm, ever! I could feel what seemed to be a flood of juices gushing from my pussy all over Chris's cock, hair, over his groin and legs and onto the quilt. My vaginal muscles were involuntarily contracting and rippling up and down his cock.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he gasped as his cock seemed to swell inside me stretching my pussy walls even further and tighter around him and then it pulsed and I felt his sperm hose the top of my pussy. Every pulse of his cock overwhelmed me with waves of sensation thrilling me to my very core. I could hear a high pitched scream somewhere. I thought it was an alarm from the street until I realised it was me.

I lay forward on Chris and covered his face with my grateful kisses, uttering Romanian obscenities, which would have sounded to him like declarations of undying love.

«I think you enjoyed that. I could hear you by the front door.» It was Anna who had just come back in. «I rushed up here because I thought you were being murdered.»

«Oh it was beautiful, Anna. I could not believe how good it felt.»

«It looks as though you've killed him, though,» said Anna, pointing at Chris. He was lying back with his eyes closed as if he was totally unconcious.

"Chris," I called, gently. Nothing. "Chris," again louder this time, moving towards the bed. His eyes flickered open. Both Anna and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello," he croaked, coming to life again. "Erika, that was too much!"

"You mean you do not want again?" I asked playfully.

"No, I mean yes, I mean... I loved it. I loved it with both of you." He sat up. "Let me take you both out for a meal."

"We will need to get dressed first," Anna said. 



Fit for a Queen



"I'll be right back," you said quietly as you pushed off the edge of the king-sized bed. "Don't go anywhere." A slow smile played across your face as you walked out to greet our company. I heard a few voices coming from the hallway, but couldn't be sure exactly what was being said. The silk bindings around my wrists strained against their anchors as I struggled to touch myself. The play as you tied me up had only made me insatiable. I was soaking wet and so hot just waiting for your thick cock to stretch my tiny, perfect pussy. I strained to reach my clit again, and moaned in anticipation and frustration. What is taking these guys so long?! 

The metal hooks clinked as I relaxed my pull. I needed my strength, and you tied me down with the new silk ropes we bought to replace the straps I broke through last time. I didn't want to break anything before the party really even started. 

You must have heard me cry out with want and frustration, because every voice quieted instantly and I could hear your steps down the hall towards our "playground". We had the bed, a couple of couches, a wooden table (sturdy, and the perfect height to fuck on) placed around the room with the bed visible from wherever you are. And I was right in the middle of the silken sheets, tied face down by the wrists with red braided silk cords that were affixed directly to the concrete floor. You got tired of breaking bed frames and canopy posts. My hips were propped up on a wedge, lifting my ass up for an easier fuck, or a better view in the mirror if you wanted a blow job instead. I looked around one last time before you came back and made sure everything was in its place. 

You opened the door slowly and stepped inside. "Do you want the blindfold this time?" All I could do to answer you was squirm against the wedge. I wanted you to touch my pussy so badly. "Babe, there are three of us here. Do you want the blindfold?" 

Three! I had never... entertained... three before, but just the thought of that many cocks throbbing in me, that many hands rubbing me and pulling my hair, that much cum covering my naked and shaking body... 

"I want the blindfold this time", I barely managed to say after my thought induced, racking orgasm. You grinned a little wider, walked over and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled the red silk blindfold over my eyes. You bent and kissed my mouth, then stood to let our guests in. Before turning toward the door, I could feel your knee on the bed and I wiggled, hoping you'd finger me or rub my clit. You chose to spank my ass cheek hard. I yelped in pain but the wetness that flowed from my pussy told you I wanted more, and I wanted it right the fuck now. 

You told me I looked amazing as you opened the door to let our guests in. "Guys, Angie's ready when you are, but doesn't know who's here or who's going first. It's up to you if you want to give it away. I've got a bowl going over here, so pick your numbers and come smoke." 

You stood waiting patiently as the two men decided who went first. You didn't need to ask or figure your turn, if you wanted in, you got in. Benefits of being this queen's King. The first of your friends wanted to smoke before having fun, and sat on one couch to wait his turn. He positioned himself where he could see both the girl on TV, and me getting fucked. You sat across from the TV and lit a cigarette. I could hear footsteps coming in my direction and my hot pussy dripped with excitement when I heard a zipper. You were in basketball shorts so I knew it wasn't you walking up. I trembled. 

More clothing came off, and I could hear fabric rustling from the direction of the sofas. I knew everyone was at least relieving their throbbing dicks from the confines of pants. I was so ready I couldn't speak. I just moaned out and pulled at the cords, reaching for the cock closest to me. I felt a heavy hand run up my arm to my shoulder and up into the hair on the back of my head. 

Pull! Please! I bit my lip. I wasn't supposed to interrupt unless I didn't want what they were doing. I moaned instead. He ran his fingers through my hair but didn't pull. I whimpered, disappointed but still anxious. He ran his hands down the length of my back and traced the handprint you left on my ass moments before. I felt weight shift on the bed and warm breath on my back. I didn't want to wait anymore! I felt a hand on my ass, just resting on a cheek, and noticed the rhythmic movement of him jacking himself off to the sight of my spread lips, wet and waiting to be fucked. He slid his hand down just far enough to be able to open my pussy with his thumb and continued to stroke himself. He pulled his hand away, and I whined my disapproval. He continued to jack off, and I heard him shift his weight. Fingers were on my mouth, probing, asking to be let in. I obliged and wet his long, thick fingers, sucking and licking them until he again pulled away. By the size if his fingers and the old "big hands, big feet, big cock" rule, I knew his dick had to be huge. I heard him add his own saliva to mine, lubricating his large fingers. A breath later his middle finger was inside me, working at my g-spot while he rubbed my clit hard with his thumb. I cried out wanting more. He removed his finger and licked my juices from it. I heard a little spit and felt the bed wiggle with his furious masturbation. 

I pulled tighter on my bindings, loving that I couldn't get myself off, that I was entirely at the mercy of this man and wanting his hard cock. I could feel him adjusting himself on the bed, and before I could beg, he slammed his massive dick hard into my wet cunt. Holy fuck! That's what I wanted! He rand his hand up my back and into my hair and finally pulled. He pulled my head back and fucked me hard and fast, going so deep with each thrust his hips bruised my ass with a loud smack. I started to get light headed from having my head pulled back by the fistful of hair he grabbed. He let go just before I lost my strength and the blood rushed back into my face. The sudden head rush was ecstasy. I could feel his hard cock swell and throb even as he pounded me. Knowing he was close made me cum instantly. My pussy gushed and tugged on his dick, tightening with every pulse. He kept fucking until my orgasm calmed, pulled out and shot hot cum on my ass. The feeling of him running down my cheeks and dripping into my wetness got me off all over again. 

I heard someone else get up from a couch and open a cupboard. I realized it had to be you getting towels. You unbolted the end of the Y-shaped cord holding my wrists and handed me a towel. When I was decently cleaned up, you led me to the sitting area and lowered me into a chair. I sat with my knees as far apart as the arms of the chair would allow and waited for a cigarette. With my hands still tied together I had enough rope between so I could smoke and still rub my clit. I tossed one knee over the arm of the chair and relaxed, cigarette in one hand making my head swim with every drag, and wet pussy in the other, entertaining everyone. I slowly rubbed my clit, aware without seeing that all eyes were on me. I felt my cunt tighten and a sigh escaped my lips along with the last drag of my smoke. 

The butt was taken from me by someone, and I was helped to my feet. It wasn't you, and these hands were new to me. The end of my still-secure red silk rope was clipped up over my head to the rack on the ceiling. I was already wet thinking about what this one would do. He let me dangle by my wrists, low enough to stand, but not quite low enough to rest on my knees. I felt someone else come up behind me and nudge my feet apart. It was the first visitor, back for more already! Impressive. He then lay on the plush rug between my legs. The second man pushed down on my shoulders, hinting that he wanted me low. I sank down until my weight was fully suspended by the ropes. I was just inches away from the first guy's growing cock. Your second friend grabbed my legs forward, pulling my feet high over my head and spread almost painfully far apart and tied each one to a brace in the rack, turning my body into a swinging fuck. I was so hot from being handled and tied up I almost didn't need to fuck. Almost. 

With one man on the ground under me and another in front of me, I knew I was in for something incredible. "Baby?" I called out for you to make sure you liked what you saw. "You're doing great, Punkins. I'm still here"- instantly ready for this romp, suspended from the ceiling with my feet tied up and apart, dripping wet and throbbing. The men didn't waste any time at all. The one laying down swung me forward by my hair, testing the movement. I sighed, pleased at the tug on my hair. The friend who tied me moved to my face and with my head back shoved his hard cock I in my mouth and down my throat. He was almost as big as the first guy! I needed to suck him off later, without the blindfold. I wet his dick, pulling hard with my lips and sucking more blood to the tip making sure it would stretch me. When I let go, he stumbled a bit as he made his way back to my exposed pussy. He took me by the hips guided my soft lips down and around his friend's waiting dick. 

With my legs pulled up as they were, he could only enter about half way before bottoming out. I bit my lip and cried out with every jolt of pleasure. The second friend lowered himself down and rubbed my clit while I got fucked from underneath. I knew I wasn't supposed to demand things, but I wanted it! "More! Please!" I cried out in desperate lust. It turned them both on at an entirely different level of high. The second friend swung me toward himself and tested me. With his friend still buried deep in my pussy, first he opened me a little more and tried a finger. "More", I begged. He pulled with the one finger, and satisfied with what he felt lubed his throbbing cock with his own precum. I wished I could watch them play with me. I was starting to regret the blindfold, but not enough to stop anything. I felt large hands lifting me up by my hips. 

With the head of his dick still inside me, a second cock rubbed at my lips and spread precum all over my already soaking wet pussy. Very slowly, I was lowered down onto both huge dicks. The first man supported my hips and moved me in different angles until I had both rock-hard cocks completely inside me. The pain made me cum so hard I didn't notice you holding my head until you pulled my hair and yanked my head back. You let go of my hair as I sucked your thick cock into my throat. You slid your hands to my breasts and pushed with your whole body. You pushed your dick further into my throat and pushed me down harder onto two cocks. The three of you found a rhythm and fucked me harder and harder. I squirted when I came. Seeing me fucked by two guys in my tight little pussy made you cum on my face. I loved it. You grabbed my shoulders and guided me onto both of your friends and pushed. Hard. 

That was too much for your friends. One of them grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto them. The first guy fucked me viciously fast while the second held me in place. He was about to pull out and cum when you told him to keep me full. He filled me up alright. I could feel him cum and as he slowed down the second guy picked up his pace. The head of his cock hit my g-spot so hard with the extra pressure from another dick. I came hard and squeezed cum out of my stretched pussy, dripping down one shaft and wetting the other. He pulled out and came all over me from my neck to my belly button. I allowed myself one last orgasm before I could ask to be let down. Swollen and aching, but completely satisfied, I was finally untied. You started to take the blindfold off when I stopped you. "If I take it off it won't be as fun next week..."



Fit for a Tall, Hard Pole



It had all started out innocently enough. My wife had been babysitting the son of the young couple next door for a couple of years. Then they had a second child. The young wife had always been a good looking woman, long dark hair, plenty of curves, with a nice enough bosom that would have caught any man's stare. Only now that she had had the second baby, her breasts seemed to have expanded easily into the next couple of cup sizes. I couldn't help notice even more so when she would dress in loose tops, carry one child or the other on her hip, and then lean over to pick something up. Her gaping blouse provided for a bit of a peep show for an older guy like me. Of course, it helped too that it seemed her nipples were forever hard. Assumedly hard from all the milk waiting to be suckled or pumped from them. I knew about that since my wife had told me about all the pumped bottles of breast milk in her refrigerator. Needless to say for the next few months I was treated innocently to the sexy remembrance of my own wife's bosom expansion after the birth of our two kids. Although it was a bit exciting to see my neighbor, I never lacked for seeing the real thing or things as it were on my beautiful wife.

About six months after the neighbor's second baby had been born my wife started babysitting regularly on Thursday nights. For a few weeks all I knew was Sheila was going to some exercise class. On one of those nights I looked out and saw her coming home and couldn't help but notice, with her wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and a tight halter top, just how much she had slimmed down in just those few short months. 

When Mary Ann came back from next door a few minutes later I was taken aback at what she asked me...

"Have you seen Sheila lately?" She asked as she threw her keys into the basket on the counter. 

I knew it had to be a trick question, but there was no way she had caught me staring out the window at our young neighbor. "Yea, well, why?" 

"Her body has got to be the most amazing body I've ever seen so soon after having a baby. She's taut and tight. Isn't she beautiful?" My wife asked me.

"Yea, I suppose, of course." I more stammered than spoke.

"She joined a special class to lose the pounds she gained after Sophie was born."

"I guess it worked." I grinned thinking of what I had seen earlier, but put my hand up to my mouth to hide my reaction. 

"The best body I have ever seen after having two babies. Amazing, isn't it? Wow!"

"Yeah, and you're gorgeous, too, but you already knew that. I love your body." I said trying to steer clear of any chance to screw up and say something inappropriate about the young lady next door. 

"Yeah, but it's not like Sheila. I take simple aerobics; she does a real neat fitness class." Mary Ann walked over and sat down on the other end of the couch from me. "She does pole dancing."

"What?" I said about dropping the laptop I had been tapping away on. 

"Suburban wives and moms just like her learn to whirl around a pole to get into shape." Mary Ann tucked her legs up under her and reached for the television remote between us. "It's the latest health craze."

"No way, normal women don't do stuff like that," was all I could think of to say, but I was actually thinking of my pretty neighbor with the swollen breasts and the rest of her swinging around some shiny metal pole. 

"What's even more is she bought a pole and had Eddie set it up in their basement. Now she can pole dance at home, too." 

"You should try it," I jokingly said as she flipped television channels and I went back to typing. "We could set up a pole in our basement. Naturally I'll help you exercise because I don't want you falling on your head." 

Naturally Mary Ann ignored my remarks. "Well, Sheila practices on hers everyday. She tells me pole dancing is not only excellent exercise, it encouraged her to go out and buy more sexy clothes, like thongs and high heels."

Okay, my face had to have given me away then. I was sure I was bug eyed and had my tongue at least slightly hanging out of my open mouth. If having had my share of flashes of boob from my sexy neighbor wasn't enough, to hear she wore sexy thongs had me instantly rethinking the passing glances I had made to her backside. 

"In fact, did I tell you about the other day when Sheila asked if I'd mind taking Eddie's shirts out of the dryer for her so they didn't wrinkle?" 

My wife was continuing to talk as I had my inappropriate thoughts and I hoped she didn't expect an answer from me. I had my head down in my laptop. 

"Well, I did that and then went on and put what was in the washer into the dryer. I didn't notice then, but when I took that load out I couldn't believe it. You wouldn't believe the amount of lingerie that woman has. And talking about skimpy; I found myself holding up this one red lacy thong panty and wondering just how far up both her cracks that thing must go." 

I was already amazed at what incredible shape Sheila had gotten back into, but now I pictured my gorgeous neighbor wearing a pair of stiletto heels and nothing else but the red thong my wife had just described. It was so bad I even found myself typing 'thong' into the story I was writing. 

I immediately started backspacing. 

"Of course her butt isn't as big as mine." Mary Ann added.

At the mention of her own backside I drug myself out of my fantasy induced trance and thought of my wife's cute backside. "I love your butt."

I put my laptop aside and leaned over to grab for her.

My wife immediately blocked me with the remote in her hand. "Well, there is a lot of it to love."

"Then I sure better get a start on loving it." I added and made it through her weak defenses. 

We made love on the couch as our new puppy watched on unfazed from his little bed on the floor beside us. 

*****

It was a handful of Saturday's later that I came home from playing golf. I came through the garage and as I headed up the steps to the next floor, I heard voices.

"It is so much fun!" I recognized Sheila's excited voice. "I never thought I could swing upside down on a pole, but it was my big accomplishment for the month."

I froze in my tracks halfway up the stairs.

"If somebody had said to me I would ever be dancing around a pole, I probably would have laughed in their face. I'd have told them they were crazy. But I love the pole fit workout. I don't even know I'm working out. I've never felt so strong and limber." I heard the increasingly excited inflection in Sheila's voice as I continued to pause there on the steps. "I feel great when I'm doing it. I feel strong. I compare it to the adrenaline rush Eddie gets as a runner. It really makes me remember how it feels to be in my body and I feel the old me coming back."

"It's so hard trying to find an exercise routine that gets you in shape and that you actually enjoy doing." I heard my wife say.

"I also love challenge and I need the challenge." Sheila added. "I love that it incorporates every part of your body and that it strengthens and tones; it's definitely changed my body. I can't believe how it's changed my body. It's amazing!"

"I know, I've noticed." My wife agreed.

I grinned knowing she knew I had noticed too. I started up the steps again.

"Yeah, but it's not only a great workout it's also helped me bring 'my sexy' back, too!" I heard those words from Sheila and almost stumbled. "You do regular aerobics mixed with the pole. You create a unique sexy workout just for you. What more can a gal ask for?"

"What if sexy is not something you want to do?" Mary Ann asked. "You can still just wear your normal gym clothes right?" 

"Of course, but in order to really get into the pole dancing exercise, you should get in the mood and dress sexy, too." Sheila continued and only seemed to get more excited. "In fact, some of the exercise routines translate very well from the pole and studio to the bedroom, if you know what I mean."

I almost literally sat down on the steps on that comment. I listened to her continue.

"Like these squats we do with and without the use of the pole. We squat and bounce our booties back and forth and up and down. We open our knees wide and bring them back together again. That's called a 'butterfly'. I was just demonstrating that simple move to Eddie one night and, my gosh, you should have seen the look on his face." 

"Oh my," Mary Ann sounded as if she gushed. 

"Nothing beats an exercise that brings the sexy you out. I'm sure any husband would enjoy watching his wife pole dance. If you are looking to lose weight and looking to excite your husband, then you can do both at the same time." 

I heard Mary Ann laugh. "I don't know, but I'm sure it would give my Donnie a heart attack if I did it in front of him."

At that I smiled and stepped quietly back down the stairs, went to the garage door, opened and closed it heavily this time, then yelled up, "Dear, I'm home!" 

*****

The next weekend I came downstairs dressed for yard work, shorts and t-shirt.

"Dear, I have a chore for you." I heard Mary Ann call out to me from the kitchen.

"Yes, my dear, what honey-do do you have for me now?" I playfully called back to her. 

"There's a big box in the garage I need you to carry over and put in Sheila and Eddie's basement. Its some more clothes and toys of the boys I'm giving them." She walked out of the kitchen and I couldn't help ogling her. She looked so good in those white shorts and scoop neck top.

"Or we could go upstairs and jump in the shower together and get playful." I teased and walked up to her to put my arms around her.

"Stop!" She deflected my hands. "You have work to do outside and all I want you to do is this one simple chore before you do."

I gave her my full pouty face. "Oh alright."

She turned and walked back into the kitchen. "I left the garage door up and the door to the basement unlocked. Just take the box and put it anywhere down there."

"Yes, my dear." I muttered as I sauntered off to our basement.

I immediately saw the box she was talking about sitting against the back wall. I bent down to pick it up and about fell over it trying to heave it up. It was a little heavy. I adjusted my grip, bent down further and hoisted it up.

I walked through the neighbor's garage and pushed on the door Mary Ann had left open. 

I immediately heard music playing. Then I remembered Sheila and Eddie always left their stereo or television on when they were out. I put the box down and took a couple more steps into the lower floor before I immediately stopped in my tracks. I looked up in utter surprise and saw Sheila. Only it wasn't really Sheila. Well it was her, but not in person. It was her on the sixty-two inch big screen television that was her husband Eddie's electronic pride and joy. 

It was with a considerable mix of guilt and excitement that I stood there stock still and let my eyes travel up and down my neighbor's undulating body as she danced on screen. I took a deep breath and made an effort to calm myself. My stomach tied up in knots as a wave of panic started. I knew I should have turned back and made my way through the garage the way I had just come. But with one deeper breath I knew I was going to stay, at least for a few moments longer.

The music thumped a grinding beat as I watched Sheila approach the pole again. Her hand slid up the smooth metal as her leg wrapped around it. She bent forward and in one fluid motion, she stood and arched her back. Her long dark hair swept back. Then as her arms embraced the pole her leg swung her around and her hair fell in her face. She moved her body closer to the metal pole and bent her knees, straddling it.

That's when I saw them...the red lacy thong panties Mary Ann had spoken about. 

I wasn't sure at that point which was louder, the music or the pulse pounding in my head. 

After a few more gyrations around the metal pole Sheila stopped long enough to undo a couple of buttons on her white blouse, which appeared to be a man's shirt. I caught a glimpse of a matching red bra before her hands went back to caressing the hard metal and she slowly, gently, rocked her thighs astride the tall rod. Her hips rubbed against the unyielding metal. Again, cradling it in her hand, she beckoned it with the fingertips of her other hand. Her legs entwined around the pole and it seemed to come alive with her touch as she spun in a frenzied circle to the floor.

As the thumping erotic beat stimulated my pulse, the sight of her she stretched back, her red thong-covered butt teasing the pole in arousing movements stimulated my dirty mind. Her body ground against the pole as her hands slid up and massaged it. Then her legs teased the pole between her thighs. 

The sensuality of the dance was amazing, but the guilt of watching her was driving me insane. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I saw Sheila hoist herself up on the pole, hold it between her legs, then let go with her hands and her back slowly arched. I swear I felt my heart stop as her long dark hair tossed back and touched the floor.

At that point nothing existed but the music, Sheila, and the pole. Her body melted into the tall metal mast. 

I was completely amazed by the talent and sheer strength she used to hang on by just her legs. She was a physical masterpiece in every move she made, so precise and clean just a pure work of art. She had so much passion in every extension in her body. It took true strength mentally and physically along with a lot of hard work to get those moves down I surmised. I continued to watch the video and fell into a trance as I watched Sheila hoist herself up and do another inverted move on that shiny pole. The world and the room around me faded away and I was absorbed in the warmth of the surreal experience. 

Then suddenly the music climaxed and Sheila stood next to the pole and looked right into the camera. She walked slowly toward it, obviously breathing hard, reeling from the intense intimacy shared with that pole. Her legs and the skin showing above her bra were glittered in perspiration. 

She paused, looked directly into the camera and whispered seductively. "Did you like that, hon?"

Talking about a heart-stopper!

I stared at her face in awe until she turned to walk away.

"Sweet video, huh?" The voice was behind me now.

Startled, I looked back to see a smiling Mary Ann.

"You can tell she loves what she is doing. Don't know whether to like her myself or be jealous of her."

Okay, I was busted, but she sure wasn't acting as if she was mad at me. She was staring at the screen.

I tried to test the waters and joke around. "You can dance for me like that any day. I would enjoy it very much." I grinned nervously. 

"Really got her body back, didn't she?" She asked, ignoring what I had said. 

"Uh, yeah, Sheila is a good dancer, has a good rhythm." 

"She has a body any woman with kids would dream to have. Perfect and all natural." Mary Ann walked on by me and picked up the remote and turned off the tape and the television. She turned back around and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Now it was time for her to bust on me!

"Well sweetheart, did you really enjoy watching Sheila dance?" 

"Well, yes, I liked the dance." I hesitated. "Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, yes, but I'm the kind of fella that would agree the real thing is hotter than a video." At that I grabbed my wife around the waist and pulled her to me.

"You would've loved to have seen those red undies come off her wouldn't you?" Mary Ann grinned up at me. 

I squeezed her harder. "Would be much more exciting to watch my own wife for real and make love to her until we both are exhausted."

She pushed away from me just a little. "I can't be jealous you know. Sheila is so expressive in both an artistic and I guess, a very hot way."

"It's you and that sexy body of yours that gets me all horny," I said reaching for her again. 

This time Mary Ann grabbed for my hands and just held them. "I'm sure you are perfectly capable of being horny without much help from me. But I did want to spice up things a little. And I know how talking about Sheila and her pole dancing and her sexy routines and sexy clothes have gotten you all riled up the last couple of weeks." She interlaced her fingers in mine and held out our hands between us. 

"Ah. I understand now. All this was really just a novel way of seducing me, right?" I was actually just joking.

Mary Ann was trying not to laugh as she buried her head in my chest. "Mmm-hmm. Except she doesn't know anything about it. I found that tape the other day and I can only assume she made it for Eddie. I just couldn't resist using it to get you going."

This was unexpected in so many ways. 

"Okay. But let's not make too much of my awkward comments about our young neighbor." I kissed the top of her head. "This may not sound as complimentary coming from a fifty year old man, but babe you rock my world. I would get mighty hard every time I saw you in a video like this one."

She gazed up at me with a look I had come to know very well and which I still enjoyed every time she made me a gift of it. "You know, sometimes you're a very silly man."

"I know. But don't you understand yet, after all these years?" I asked softly. "Everything that's really important to me is right here." I leaned down to kiss her forehead and she closed her eyes. "I love you so much."

She let go of my hands and reached up to stroke the short hair at the back of my neck. I kissed her eyelid and her shoulders hunched a little. "I love you very much, too."

My lips brushed hers then made their way down her chin and slowly to her throat. "I love you more." I left tiny moist impresses on her skin all the way down as my tongue fluttered down her chest and through her cleavage. 

I felt my wife shiver and she took a deep breath. 

I let my warmth breath blow down over her bare skin, exposed by her low cut top. Her nipples were hard as I saw them extended through the material of her blouse. I went right for them and began making lazy circles around each erect nipple. 

Mary Ann gasped and shifted her hips into me more firmly. "Donnie, ohhhh, Don..." She pressed against my mouth and more firmly still against my body.

"A girl's best part, in your case, is absolutely everything!" I said as I nibbled softly. The backs of my fingers and nails ran along her smooth skin between the top of her shorts and where her top was lifted between us. "You just keep getting better and better! I tell you, girls half your age would kill to have breasts like this. You have a great body for fifty. I bet my neighbor friend, Eddie, would love Sheila to have breasts like you do. I also bet he hopes his woman still looks as hot as you at your age."

"Well there is something else I've learned from the younger generation." With that Mary Ann pushed me away and reached for the top of her shorts. I watched as she unbuttoned them and slid them down exposing...a pair of red thong panties!

Up to this point I realized I didn't really have a hard on going in my own shorts, okay, maybe it had twitched more than a few times by then, but now I could feel a distinct growth and lengthening down below.

"What? Whose panties are those? Did you raid our neighbor's panty drawer?" I stammered.

"Haha, yes of course, I go through Sheila's underwear every time I'm over here." Mary Ann stood before me, her shorts about her knees and that red satiny underwear practically begging to be touched. 

I reached down and ran my fingertips across the front of them. "Well, you have done their laundry before. And they do look identical to the ones Sheila was wearing in the video." My fingers felt the soft lace and the floral design stitched into the front panel. "Those red panties look really good on you."




Fit for a Tall, Hard Pole



"They are the identical pair, not hers I mean, but I remembered the brand I saw from her laundry and went out and got my own pair." She stood before me with her hands on her hips, jutting them out and flaunting her new undies. 

"All I can say is I love that kind of panties, especially when such a naughty girl wears them. Of course, you look great in or out of those panties." I reached out and ran my fingers back over the soft, thin material, only this time three fingers slipped between her legs and cupped her crotch. 

"Mmm, that feels good." My wife moaned.

"Why don't we take ourselves and these pretty undies back to our house." I whispered as I caressed her vulva. It was very damp already.

Mary Ann looked up at me and as she stared right into my eyes her hand covered my crotch and gave me a firm squeeze. I had not realized how hard I had gotten for her until right then. "Sheila and Eddie aren't coning back until tonight. Plus I think you need a little relief right this minute."

With that I was pushed backwards until my back met something hard. I felt it run from the middle of my back down through the crack of my butt. I didn't have to look to know what it was...it was Sheila's dancing pole. I literally flexed my butt cheeks as Mary Ann grabbed for the button and fly at the front of my shorts. I shifted against the tall pole as my wife pushed my shorts and briefs down past my shins. My erection was immediately and completely as stiff as the pole at my back. 

"That gorgeous manhood is demanding attention." Mary Ann commented then obliged by letting her fingers circle around my shaft and she began to stroke me. 

"Are you sure about this?" I still wasn't sure I believed what I was feeling and seeing.

"I think this," Mary Ann gave my hard pole a good pull, "needs more than a young dancer on a pole to take care of it. I think it needs an experienced woman's mouth round it."

I had no time to think about my wife's comment on Sheila or her as I stood and watched her lean forward and steer me to her mouth. She sucked me in slowly then drew me out just as slowly. I rose up on my toes and felt the metal pole press into my back and between my butt cheeks even more firmly.

Soon Mary Ann was making noises deep in her throat as she sucked me in deeper each time. My cock seemed to extend itself within her mouth as her tongue slid over the shaft and I felt her lips tighten around it.

My wife seemed to really love what she was doing; she wasn't just going through the motions. It was fantastic!

"Oh man, who is more horny here?" I said as she worked my cock. I was so much harder than I could remember while watching my seven and a half inch shaft getting such stellar treatment.

She swirled her tongue around it on each top stroke. Then with a trick I could only imagine where she learned it from, she turned her head clockwise and then counterclockwise as she bobbed up and down while sucking me. This was a whole new sensation!

Mary Ann just seemed to naturally want to get as much of my cock inside her mouth as she could. Since mine curved to the right she turned her body as well as her head to let the curve of my cock match the curve of her throat. My cock slipped down her throat without a problem. She had never taken me this deep before! 

She also used her hands differently. She gripped my cock firmly with one hand, made a ring around it with her index finger and thumb at the base of my cock and each time I slid back out of her mouth she squeezed my shaft. Then to make me that much harder three fingers of her other hand pressed against the hard area just below my balls.

She repeatedly swirled her tongue around the rim and stimulated the tip of my cockhead. She flicked it a few times as she cupped the rest of the head with her mouth and lips, sucking at the same time. Then she suddenly plunged my cock back down her throat while tonguing my shaft ever more wildly. She created such an incredible suction and sensation I was looking up at the ceiling again. 

Being on the receiving end of this exquisite blowjob I was so tempted to start thrusting my hips toward her face. But I thought better of it as it might prevent Mary Ann from doing what she was doing so very well all by herself. I did rest my hands on the top of her head and watched my cock glide in and out between her moist lips.

It was a trip from that visual standpoint. I stroked her hair, then her face while she continued to passionately suck on me. I realized after all theses years of making love there was nothing like having a woman who knows how to work a hard cock with her lips and tongue. It was so tremendously erotic. Her sucking my hard cock was as much an art form as Sheila and those other women dancing around a shiny pole. Only I just knew few, if any, of those young women had the talent for pleasing a man as much as Mary Ann did.

My loving wife began to increase the pace and I found myself moaning and gasping in shorter breaths.

I really wanted to enjoy this more. I needed to slow myself before I reached the point of no return. But that was not to be. I was so overcome with lust, excited by the unusual venue and the new skills my wife presented me with. I also seemed to understand she wanted this just as much as I wanted it. 

She was voracious!

I held my breath as I felt the forces of the pending eruption gather in my balls and made their way upward. Just as the flow was about to emerge I opened my eyes and stared down into a demanding, knowing womanly gaze that made those balls tingle just that much more. We looked into each other's eyes as I clutched her head and I suddenly let loose. I emptied my hot cum into her waiting mouth. 

Mary Ann's green eyes bulged as I continued to cum and fill her to overflowing. I felt myself totally lost in those eyes until I saw trails of white liquid dribble then stream from the corners of her mouth. I took one huge breath, cocked my head back, leaning back into the tall pole behind me and felt the last of my love spill out. 

Finally Mary Ann drew her head back and my already softening cock was left to twitch in front of her face. I breathlessly whispered, "I love you, dear."

"I love you, too, dear." She looked up, wiping her chin and licking her lips, "I have been waiting so long to get this plan right. But from the results it was well worth the wait."

I ran my fingers through her hair. "That was the only way to give a truly awesome blow job. Wow, you have talent and skills! I am such a lucky man." 

"So, I 'm one heck of a good sucker, huh? No wonder you came in less than three minutes. That smile on your face when you came told me a lot."

"Excellent fellatio skills my dear." I said with my legs shaking. "To all the young women out there, you need to learn from the best!"

Mary Ann leaned forward and kissed the end of my drooping manhood. "Hard to imagine I used to balk at giving a man oral sex. I have long since been converted. Now not only do I do it to please you I really enjoy it myself. After you first shot into my mouth I realized what delivered my conversion. Mmmm, you are so tasty."

"Lady, you are amazing!" I rested against Sheila's dance pole admiring my wife and still trying to catch my breath. 

"I am honored for this tribute." My wife said as she licked the last of my errant and excessive cum from her lips. "You looked absolutely sexy as you squirted that hot stuff. All that moaning you did and you just kept cumming! Wow, some pressure you had built up in those big balls of yours huh?"

"Dear, you always have a habit of blowing my mind well, along with other parts of me. You're so gorgeous and so good at what you do!"

Mary Ann stood and wrapped her arms up around my neck. "And you know, I always thought pole dancing was slutty and only for strippers. But Sheila is incredible on that pole. It's not at all what I thought, it was astoundingly beautiful dancing. I might just have to start taking classes."

I grinned one of the broadest grins ever. All I could think of was...another fantasy to be fulfilled!



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Hi Scott, just wanted to thank you guys once again for an unforgettable experience. From that very first three way kiss at the door I knew I was going to be over-dosing from male on male pleasure. The contrast of the roughness of your beard on my face with the soft moisture of your tongue in my mouth left me breathless. The forceful gentleness as the two of you guided me to your bedroom and slowly removed my clothes leaving me exposed, an object for you pleasure. My swollen, erect cock oozing moisture uncontrollably, I swooned as Rob licked the juices from my tip, then drew all of my swollen, purple glans into his warm mouth. Suddenly, I don't know how, you were also both naked and we had collapsed on the bed. Three hot hairy bodies as one, bathed in a sea of sweat. Primal masculine aromas filling the air. I kissed my way down you body, pausing briefly to run my tongue over your succulent nipples. I could feel your pleasure at this act, I should have stayed there longer but was being irrevocably drawn to the throbbing manhood below. 

How wonderful to observe a fully aroused male sex organ at such close quarters. Yours has a wide head, the tight little slit just beginning to ooze a viscous, clear liquid. A tiny hint of the torrent you will later unleash deep inside my body. The thick veins pumping blood throughout your shaft, the loose wrinkled sack of your scrotum covered with thick hair protecting huge balls. Balls that would not have looked out of place on a stallion. I kissed your sac, I kissed the sweaty creases between your legs. I opened my mouth wide to allow you to enter with your thick cock, feeling the pressure on the back of my throat as you thrust forward. 

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