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Into The Sunset Ch. 01

By: techsan



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

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I had not had a good week. Nothing went well at the office, where my thirteen employees seemed to be dead set on breaking my fledgling little company. Maybe thirteen was proving to be an unlucky number in many aspects ... my girlfriend of thirteen months decided that she was 'moving on,' meaning that she had found someone else she wanted to be with instead of me.

I had worked every day for the last seven weeks and now I was going to take the next two days off, come hell or high water. I had decided that I needed the time off to keep my sanity so I had arrived at the marina early this morning to start a leisurely weekend.

I had brought plenty of provisions for meals and drinks, probably enough to last me for two weeks instead of two days but at least if I wanted variety, I would have it. After I stowed them in the galley of my 42-foot sloop, I got out the hose and pressure washed the crusted salt from everything on the deck and now it was gleaming white and shiny chromium silver again like it should be. It was already late morning by the time I finished these tasks.

Starting the motor, I had eased the boat over to the service area, where I flushed out the waste water tank, filled the fresh water tank and was in the process of topping off the diesel fuel when a gaggle of people came along the boardwalk talking about the various boats in the marina. Several of them stopped just a few feet from me and exclaimed about my beautiful little conveyance. They were all late-thirtyish or early fortyish, all very tanned, all wearing some kind of halter top, shorts, and deck shoes, a sort of non-uniform uniform for the coastal area.

I heard one woman say, "Aren't those sleek lines?"

Another said, "I wonder how fast she sails."

Still another responded, "I don't know but it looks fast."

One of the women spotted me watching them while I held the fuel nozzle. She asked, "Is this your boat?"

"Yes, ma'am," I responded.

"Its very nice," she said. "Are you planning to take her out today?"

"Yes, ma'am. Just as soon as I get her fueled up."

There was a moment's silence and then I asked, "Would you and your friends like to go sailing with me?"

Suddenly there was a hubbub of chatter among the women. A very pretty blonde leaned over and asked, "How long will you be out?"

"Well, I'm planning on making it a very leisurely cruise up the coast and back. I probably wont be back until late tonight or maybe even sometime tomorrow. But there's room for all of you if you want to come."

They turned to each other and began talking all at once. I heard someone say, "I've got to pick up the kids at 3 so I can't go." Another said, "Gary is taking me to dinner and the theatre tonight. I don't think I'd better go but you all go ahead."

By the time I hung up the nozzle and screwed the cap on my fuel tank, three of them had continued their stroll down the boardwalk. Four ladies stood by the boat and one asked, "Can we go with you?"

I walked to the ladder and offered my hand. "I would be most delighted to have you go. Please come aboard."

As each one stepped aboard, using my hand to steady them down the short ladder, I had a chance to check them out. There was not one of the four that I would kick out for eating crackers in bed. They were mature women with large breasts, nice large round bottoms, and waists and legs that indicated that these ladies were active, probably tennis players or frequent swimmers. I could see that I would likely have a problem the whole trip trying to keep my third leg dormant. They introduced themselves as Glenda, Sherri, Laurie, and Abby.

I gave the women a quick tour of the boat, including the cabin and galley. They left their handbags on the bed in the cabin and followed me back on deck, watching as I cast off, and motored out past the breakwater. When we were well clear, I raised the mainsail and jib, cut the diesel and savored the light salty wind that took us cutting silently through the gentle swells of the ocean.

We'd been out for maybe an hour with the coast just barely in sight on our left when Glenda said, "I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna work on my tan."

With that she stood and unabashedly took off her halter top, revealing a pair of monstrous boobs that must have been EE cup or maybe even larger. Walking to the cabin deck she spread a towel just in front of the wheel where I was standing, then sat on the towel and proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her smooth legs. Right after that, she peeled off her tiny thong panties and dropped them on the pile of clothes beside her. 

With a huge smile on her face, she looked at me and said, "I hope you don't mind, captain. I can't stand lines in my tan."

I gulped and managed to say, "Not at all."

However when she spread her legs and rubbed a hand along the neatly shaven crease, I had the feeling she had something else in mind. I reached over and flipped on the autopilot, noticing that Glenda was still watching me watching her.

She started to lay back and got as far as to support herself on her elbows before I grabbed her ankles and pulled her along the fiberglass deck toward me. When her bottom was at the edge of the deck I put her legs on my shoulders and licked a path from her right knee to her pussy. My tongue no sooner touched the top of her slit than she began to moan, "Oh, yes, yes, oh, yes, yes."

I slipped my tongue into her slit and tickled her clit and suddenly she stiffened, pressed my head into her with both hands, and muttered, "Oh, baby, I'm cumming!" 

A stream of clear sweet juice flooded my chin and dripped onto my hand holding her ass up to my face.

I probably could have had my own reward after that but I wasn't satisfied yet. I kept licking her until all the fresh pussy juice was gone, then I dove into her cunt with my tongue, exploring every part of her I could reach. I licked and softly nibbled at her clit. Then, spreading her ass with both hands, I ran my tongue down her slit and around her tight little puckered ass hole. Once more she jerked her body out stiff and tried to stuff my head inside her cunt as she squirted another stream of pussy juice on my face and chest.

This time I figured it was my turn. I pushed her back up on the towel, then jumped onto the deck. Pulling her legs back up to my shoulders, I guided my stiff cock to her slick pussy, noting the lustful grin on her face as my cock slid into her. I pushed her legs forward until they were beside her head, raising her ass and opening her pussy until every last bit of my cock was buried in her. I bent down to kiss her ruby red lips and she lifted her head to meet me. 

While our lips were still locked together, I began to fuck her hard, easing my cock out of her but ramming back in unmercifully hard. I felt a hand grasp my scrotum and looked around to see Abby on my right fondling my balls while Sherri and Laurie looked on from the left. I turned back to my work with a vengeance. In just a few minutes Glenda was just finishing one orgasm when another hit her, over and over until my balls could hold back no longer and they spit their load deep into Glenda's hot steamy cunt.

I carefully rolled off Glenda and lay on my back to recover. I was surprised when Sherri bent over and put my deflated member in her mouth and proceeded to lick me clean. She didn't stop then, however, continuing to suck my cock until I began to grow hard again. Sometime all three of the women had shed their clothes and I was surrounded by four beautiful naked women.

When I was hard, Sherri climbed on top of me and eased my cock into her pussy. She had barely settled down so that my entire shaft was inside her when Laurie straddled my face and pulled my head into her crotch. In self-defense, I spread her pussy so I could breathe and so my tongue could service her pretty rose-petaled twat.

After a few minutes of licking Laurie's pussy, her crevice was so slick that I didn't have to hold her open to find breathing space; I licked from one end to the other, took a big gulp of air and repeated the process. I used my hands to grasp a handful of each of her big tits, rolling her nipples in my fingers, pulling them unmercifully, then kneading the whole globe. By the time Sherri worked herself to a climax on my flagpole, I had Laurie cumming and cumming and cumming.

Both Laurie and Sherri finally rolled off me before I had a chance to cum again. I found Abby patiently waiting and watching and pulled her closer to me. Lifting her on hands and knees, I wiped my cock up and down her crease from behind her curvaceous bottom until she was slick with our combined juices. I pushed into her, amazed that she would be so tight. I had to stroke several times before I got my whole shaft into her pussy but did it feel good!

Concerned that Abby, having patiently awaited her turn, receive a just reward, I began stroking very slowly in and out of her pussy while my left hand fondled her tits and my right hand roved along her crease, occasionally just nudging her clitty. It took a while to get her there but the result was one wild explosion when it came. She was like a bundle of dynamite exploding and her cunt played the role of a milking machine on my rod, squeezing, tugging, releasing, then repeating the process over and over until my balls sent a high-pressure load through her pussy destined for her mouth. I was totally fucked out and the looks of the women indicated that no one was really disappointed.

We all scattered around the boat and found places to rest and recover for a while. I went back to the pilot's seat and checked our course to be sure that the autopilot still had us on the right course, even though we could still see the shoreline on the horizon. The afternoon was slowly fading away with the soft breezes and gently waves of the early summer days.

After a while, I went down to the head to take a leak and then strolled back on deck. All of the women were laying around on towels, still stark naked and soaking up the sun's rays, except for Laurie, who was still naked but had wandered to the bow of the boat and was leaning over the railing watching the water as the boat sheared through it. She had her legs spread to keep herself steady but it made me think other thoughts ... about my cock splitting those lush globes, penetrating her body and using her as a receptacle for my balls' next load of cum.

Slowly I worked my way up to where she was standing. When I was a few feet away, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, glanced at my newest erection that proceeded me and her smile grew wider. She said, "You must have great powers of recovery." 

"Well, I've always been able to get hard pretty quick after sex, especially when I see a beautiful naked woman."

"Are you suggesting that you want to fuck me?"

"No, I'm saying it out loud."

"Then by all means, do it." 

She wiggled her bottom at me and I could not resist. I rubbed my hands all over her soft, curvy ass, then gently spread them and worked my cock between the puffy lips of her cunt. She was already wet and the throbbing head of my cock popped into her pussy with little urging and I was soon buried inside her up to the root of my probe.

For a while I held us tightly together while I massaged her boobs and occasionally teased her clitty but she began wiggling her bottom around my cock and I could not resist starting to stroke in and out of her slick, warm cunt. She had a small orgasm almost immediately and then a few minutes later a larger one that shook her whole body for a few seconds.

I turned her around and, leaning her over the railing backwards, pierced her again. As I stroked her pussy, I gently thumbed her mound around her clitty and soon she had an even greater climax. When she came down, she said, "My husband never has learned how to make me cum like that."

"Oh? You're married?" I asked.

"Yeah, for 13 years. Not that you'd really know it if you could watch our sex lives. John's married to his work and couldn't care less about having sex."

"Wow! I can't believe a man would let a beautiful woman like you go without sex. If I were John, you'd probably have to drive me away from you every night."

She laughed. "I don't think I would spend the energy doing that. I believe I'd just let you do whatever you wanted to."

"Really? You might not like some of what I would want to do."

"I doubt if you could come up with anything I wouldn't like."

'Oh? Do you like anal?"

"Sugar, I used to thrive on anal before I got married. I haven't had it that way in a long time. Want to try me?"

"Sure!" 

I pulled out of her pussy and Laurie turned back over, lifting her ass high in the air as an offering to me. Putting my cock at her back door, I gently pushed inside, expecting a cry of pain but I could feel how she was already relaxing her sphincter and my cock penetrated her ass without that much fuss. She grunted once, then said, "It's okay, baby. Bring it on."

Even though Laurie was obviously experienced at anal sex and had taken my shaft without flinching, she was tight enough around my cock to send the most wonderful sensations to my overloaded brain and I knew I would not ... could not ... last long with the kind of squeezing my cock was getting from her anus. Even though I tried to go slowly, I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I gently rubbed my hands up and down her back and sides and grasped her tits, hoping to help Laurie get off too. However my balls began to contract and started spitting their load into her bowels. Maybe it was the heat of the sticky liquid or maybe it was something else but Laurie started to climax just a few seconds later, shaking all over and crying, "Oh, baby, that feels sooooooooo gooooood, honey!"

A few minutes later, we sat on the deck, our backs to the cabin wall as we rested. I asked, "How would your husband react if he knew I had just fucked you?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before answering, "I don't know but I don't really think he would care. For some reason, sex no longer means anything to him."

"Do you think he's getting it somewhere else?"

"No-o-o," she dragged out the answer. "I thought of that and a couple of years ago I even hired a PI to watch him but he just doesn't seem to care anymore. Even my best blowjobs don't even get him hard. I know he's got some medical problems but I think he should still be interested in fucking me, don't you?"

:"Why don't you divorce him?"

"Oh, no, I can't do that. I still love him. And I think he loves me. He just doesn't have any sex drive." She laughed, although it sounded a little bitter. "Can you believe it? A woman wants more sex than her hubby can give her."

I put my arm around her shoulder and she leaned into me. "I really can't understand it. How can any red-blooded male let such a sweet sexy woman like you starve for sex? I would have cum running out of your ass all the time if it were me."

Laurie reached over and squeezed my limp cock, which started to grow again. She grinned and said, "Yes, I believe you would. And you know what? I would let you, too. Gawd, that felt so good. You want to go clean up and do it again?"

We both went down into the cabin where she insisted that she wash me, after which she softly sucked my cock until I pulled her off it and tossed her onto the sofa. Pushing her legs back, I let my dong again slip into her still wet twat. But this time, instead of being hard and demanding, we both made it sweet and loving ... and long-lasting. Laurie had four orgasms before my nuts again spewed their hot load into her willing body.

I was still bent over her kissing her tonsils when a voice behind me said, "Hey, you two love birds. We're getting hungry. You guys stop eating each other and let's find some food."

I climbed off Laurie and turned to see Glenda heading toward the galley with Sherri and Abby not far behind. Sherri had a towel over her shoulders but that was the only thing any of them was wearing so I didn't feel out of place following them without putting on any clothes.

Sherri opened the fridge and rummaged through the meat tray while Glenda and Abby opened cabinets and checked out the pantry. Spotting the steaks I had brought on board just this morning, Sherri asked if I liked to grill. I confessed that it was my favorite way to cook so I was assigned to get the grill set up and going while Sherri seasoned five steaks, Glenda and Abby cut up fresh produce for a salad and Laurie set the table and selected a bottle of my best wine.

Later as we sat around the table finishing a great meal and watching the fading light show of the sunset, Glenda leaned back and said, "Ya know, a good fuck always gives me a great appetite."

There was a chorus of agreement among the women as they all finished off the last bites of their steaks. Glenda looked at me and asked, "Well, lover, are we going to make this an overnight voyage?"

The other women looked up expectantly. I said, "I think its too late now to make it back tonight so ... I guess you're stuck out here with me tonight."

There was a bit of laughter and Abby said, "I don't mind sleeping with you. Are you up to another round before bed time?"

"With you lovely ladies? I don't think that will be a problem."

Having found a small harbor before dinner, I had anchored just inside the breakwater and insured that the marker lights were all lit. Now we cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen in record time and all five of us headed for the king-sized bed.

Over the course of the next three-plus hours, I fucked my way through the four women again, pounding all four pussies at one time or another. The action was sometimes frantic, sometimes languid depending on the reaction of my partner at that time. I managed to find lots of time for sweet, sloppy kisses with each of the women as time passed.

Besides the information I had already learned about Laurie, I found out that Sherri was also married and, although she and her husband still had sex regularly, she knew that her husband was regularly screwing at least two other women that worked for him. They had confronted each other some months before and finally agreed that each of them had the right to screw other people but she had never taken advantage of the opportunity until now, when it just seemed like the right time and place to do it. While I stroked my cock in and out of her sweet pussy, I sucked and sucked on her enormous tits until I thought she would beg me to stop but she just kept egging me on.

Glenda was long divorced, having married when she was a teenager only to find out that she and her husband had virtually nothing in common except love of sex, which really wasn't all that good. She had had a few boyfriends since then but none of them lasted long. She said that she had always loved being fucked in the ass and watching me do Laurie that way had given her an itch in her bottom that could only be scratched if I stuck my cock in her butt. It led to another great piece of ass.

Abby was a widow of six years. Her beloved was killed in a car-truck highway accident and she had not felt much like having a relationship since then. However she did frequently masturbate and often felt like she'd like to have a man in her life, if only to give her a good fucking every so often. Now for some reason she was feeling like a teen-aged girl again and when I climbed into her saddle, she wanted me to pound her hard, harder, and still harder. With one of the other women sucking each of her tits and the third finger-fucking her ass while I slammed into her pussy as hard as I could, Abby finally screamed out in exquisite pleasure as she came and came and came.


Into The Sunset Ch. 01



Lastly it was Laurie's turn again. I already knew her story but she talked a little about it anyway and her feelings that it was high time she got some satisfaction, even if it meant that she had to have sex with a man who was not her husband. I told her I would gladly volunteer to help her with that task anytime she needed help. She smiled and said she would call me. 

Assuming that her ass would probably be a little sore from the earlier fucking, I concentrated on her welcoming pussy. That led to a great last climax for me and a very satisfying one for Laurie, who pulled me down on top of her where she hugged me tightly for a long time.

Finally rolling off Laurie, I went to sleep with her cuddled on my left arm, Sherri huddle over my right arm and the other two ladies draped all over us.

I awoke in the morning with early sunlight shining in the east-facing port holes. I felt great and it seemed that, as the women gradually came back to life, they also were feeling pretty good. We all went skinny-dipping in the azure blue waters between the boat and the breakwater, where a very narrow sand beach lay. After a quick dash under the fresh-water shower to knock off the salt, we dried and prepared a huge breakfast of bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, hash browns and jelly with a big pot of fresh coffee. Then while the ladies cleaned up the dishes, I weighed anchor and motored back out to the open seas, where I set sail for home.

Very shortly, there was a procession of women presenting themselves to me to fuck. Abby was first up and she gave me a great blowjob and sucked on my balls until I was harder than steel. Then pushing me back onto the deck, she mounted me facing the same way as me and proceeded to devour my cock, galloping along like riding a horse as her cunt rode up and down my shaft. Her ass hole kept winking at me and I could not help but finger it as she rode. Her fingers frequently tested the contours of my nuts, contributing to their explosion much earlier than I had hoped. However she hit her own mountaintop soon thereafter and fell back on top of me, screaming out how fantastic she felt.

Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes later, Laurie came over and lay down on the deck beside me, laying her head on my outstretched arm. For a few minutes we just talked but then her hand wandered down to my crotch. Within a few minutes, I was hard again. She turned on her side and I spooned behind her, flexing my cock up and down between her spread legs. In just a few swipes, she was slick with our juices and I pointed my one-eyed Cyclops into her hot love box, where I was met with a very cordial welcome.

I plowed Laurie's fertile garden very slowly, occasionally teasing her clitty, sometimes kneading her tits, often running my fingertips up and down the inside of her sensitive thigh. She had several minor orgasms, each one growing a bit in intensity, until she began to have one right after another. Finally she begged me to stop because her pussy had become sensitive and was beginning to hurt. We spent the next ten minutes sucking each other's tonsils and slowly cooling off.

Laurie went to pee and Sherri magically appeared to take her place. After spending a few minutes sucking on my cock to get it hard again, she asked if I would mind doing her doggy style. Since that is one of my favorite positions, I had absolutely no objections. As it turned out, it was easy for me because Sherri did most of the work. I sat on my knees and kept my schlong in her sweet pussy while she moved her bottom forward and back, completely swallowing my cock with every move after almost pulling off it. She used one hand on her clit and to touch my balls too, working herself to two cums before running out of gas. 

At that point, I grabbed a handful of hips with both hands and began ramming myself into her, slapping her ass hard with my body on every in-stroke, until my balls suddenly convulsed and spit shot after shot of hot sticky cum into her pussy. 

Although my muscles began to burn from the adrenaline rush, I kept pounding her for another two full minutes until she tossed her head back and screamed, "Oh, god, yesssssssssss, I'm cummingggggggggg!"

When I rolled off of Sherri, she collapsed onto me and we kissed while her big tits mashed into my chest. I grasped her buttocks to keep her from rolling off and we stayed like that for quite some time. 

Just as I moved my hands up Sherri's body, I head a loud slap to her bottom and Glenda said, "Okay, you two. Break it up. It's my time now." 

Sherri grinned, gave me one last kiss and walked away. Glenda lay down beside me, her hands both going to my penis and scrotum. She asked, "Do you feel like another piece of ass, sailor?"

"I'd love one, ma'am," I responded. 

Laying on her back, Glenda put a hand behind each knee and pulled her legs up beside her tits. With her buttocks thus spread wide and her anus showing signs of relaxing, I pointed my arrow into her puckered hole and began to work it in. She winced once but urged me to keep going. After a few minutes I had pressed my balls against her buttocks and my cock was virtually hidden inside her inverted anus.

For a while, I kept my cock all the way in so she could get used to it and so I could bend over and lick and suck her titties. Then we spent several minutes with our lips locked together while her tongue filled my mouth. I finally began to fuck her butt, loving the feeling of her tight sphincter around my cock as it slid in and out of her. In the end, as always, my frenzied brain could stand no more of it and my balls spewed my cum into Glenda's bowels.

By the time I had enough strength to move again, we were less than an hour out of our home marina. After I put on my shorts, the ladies all watched me make preparations for docking while they soaked up a few last rays of the sun. Then, near the harbor entrance with a number of other vessels in sight, they dressed and made ready to leave.

Once I had moored the boat, every one of the women kissed me intimately and told me in her own way that she had had a good time that weekend. We exchanged phone numbers and they promised to stay in touch but I figured it was just a nice parting gesture.

End of Chapter 01



Into The Sunset Ch. 02



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

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I got up Monday morning feeling great. I got to the office early and attacked my work with a vengeance. I think my attitude was contagious because the staff got along better and accomplished more than they had in a long time. I could only hope that the change was lasting.

It was early evening Wednesday when I arrived home after a particularly productive day's work, only to find a strange car sitting in the driveway just beyond my front door. As I parked behind it and got out, so did the driver of the other car. To my surprise it was Laurie.

"Hi," she greeted me. "Surprised to see me?"

"Yeah, but it's a good surprise." Having closed the distance between us, I kissed her full on the lips and she met me halfway.

"Could I come in and talk with you?"

"Sure. Come on in."

I opened the door and escorted her down the hall to my den. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Not right now."

"Then what can I do for you?"

"Well-l-l," she drawled, "can I spend the night with you?"

"Of course you can. But what happened?"

"Well, when I got home Sunday, I decided to come clean with John. I guess I was feeling a little ... I don't know ... frustrated, knowing that I had just had two days of great sex but wouldn't be getting any at home. So ... I told John everything. Well, everything except your name. I told him how many times you screwed me in the two days and how many orgasms I had. I described how fantastic it was when you fucked my ass. I told him that I had to have more of that or we would have to go our separate ways."

"Wow! How did he react?"

"He was okay with it. He said that he was sorry he could no longer give me the satisfaction I need but he was glad that I had found someone who could. He said that he would never object to me getting with you to get screwed as long as he knew that was where I had gone. He doesn't want to worry that something bad might have happened to me. So-o-o . . . here I am. Would you be interested in fucking me again?"

"Baby, like I told you before, I would always be ready if you were around. Why don't we go upstairs?"

I took a few minutes to show her around the second floor and then she took one look at my heavy four-poster bed and began taking off her clothes. Naked, we sat on the side of the mattress and kissed and fondled each other. Then I urged her to settle in the middle of the bed and I kissed my way around her face, along her smooth neck and down to her breasts. After spending several minutes licking and teasing her nipples, I moved south again, over her belly button and down to the thin patch of pubic hair that formed a pointed arrow straight to her pretty pussy.

I dipped my tongue into her crevice, savoring the sweet/tart taste of her juices, already causing the delicate petals of her cunt to glisten like polished sparkling gems. Shortly Laurie lifted her knees until they were touching her big tits, leaving herself wide open from front to back for my tongue. I licked from clit to vagina to anus and back over and over, loving the feelings that caused her to shiver and shake three times before she begged me to fuck her.

I moved up and slipped my dripping cock into her slick cunt, watching it slowly slide all the way down to the root without stopping. Then when Laurie flexed her internal muscles several times around the invader inside her, I shifted my gaze to her face and was pleased to see that she was already on the verge of another climax. A few circles around her clit with the pad of my thumb and she huffed and puffed and tossed her head and then came . . . and finally relaxed from exhaustion.

I leaned over closer to her, kissing first her precious lips and then both nipples. Then I concentrated on pumping her pussy until I felt my balls contract. Drawing them back to hold off on the inevitable yielded maybe another eight seconds before they began to gush hot white sperm.

I rolled over beside Laurie and she turned to lay in my arms. After a long wet kiss, I asked "Can you stay the night?"

"Only if you'll let me." 

"Oh, sweetheart, I'll let you! I'll gladly let you."

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind if I huddle close while we sleep. I feel like I need to be held all night."

"That sounds good to me."

We kissed again and I ran my hand down her back and under her butt, drawing her even closer to me. Laurie wiggled her body into mine, rubbing my cock with her stomach. She looked up at me and casually said, "There's something else that John requested. I didn't know if I could ask you but ... well, after what you just did for me, I've got to."

I eased back just a bit so I could watch her face. "What is it?"

"Well ... John did say that he wouldn't mind if I ... you know, fucked you whenever I needed to but with just one requirement. He wants to be able to watch sometimes. Is that ... is that something you could do for me?"

To say that I was startled would be an understatement. "Why do you think he wants to watch? Will he try to kill me when we're in bed together?"

"No, I really don't think so. John can't get an erection but I think he wants to have sex vicariously by watching you fuck me."

"So you think he really would like it if he could watch us?" 

"Yes, I think so."

I thought for a few minutes and then decided that she would be worth a little risk, although I would have to keep an eye on John when we did it. "Okay, I'm willing to try it if you are."

"Thank you, sweetheart. How about this Saturday? Could you come over then?" Laurie had been fondling my cock all through the discussion and it was throbbing and hard again.

"Sure. Just give me directions."

"All right. Now how about using this thing in my ass again?" She produced a tube of KY Jelly from somewhere and quickly coated my cock and rubbed some into her ass hole. When she turned onto her knees and face, raising her ass high in the air for me, I eased my cock into the tight hole and watched it slowly push into her rectum. Just a few moments later though Laurie was urging me to pound her ass hard as she massaged my scrotum with one hand.

The tightness of her muscle ring around my intruding member caused exquisite feelings to emanate to all parts of my body, adding precious fuel to my lust-inflamed brain. While I pumped in and out, my fingertips lightly explored her entire body, adding to the pleasure I felt as she bucked back against me, shivered wildly and then exploded in a tremendous orgasm. As she was cumming, I rammed her hard for several more strokes until I felt my balls contract. Then, holding her hips, I held us as tightly together as I could while my nuts emptied into her ass. Only when my cock deflated and slid out of her did I roll over and lay beside her again.

Once in the night, I woke with my bladder screaming so I went to the bathroom to take a leak and wash up. Even though I had been careful not to disturb Laurie, when I came back she was laying on her face with her ass in the air and giving me a "come here" wave with a hand between her legs. I settled on my knees between her legs while she guided my cock to her already wet pussy and we had a delicious fuck and both achieved a very satisfying climax. My head no sooner hit the pillow than I was asleep again.

I awoke in the morning to the fantastic feeling of Laurie's mouth wrapped around my cock as she ever-so-softly sucked on me. I soon had a morning woody and she reversed her position and lowered herself until her cunt enveloped my spear. For a while she just lay on my chest while we swapped spit and I groped her buttocks. Then she pushed herself up, interlocking her fingers with mine for support, and began to move her bottom on my shaft. Closing her eyes, she began accelerating her movements until finally she was moving so quick it was like watching a feeding hummingbird. I was the first to cum, shooting stream after stream into her hot body and before my balls were completely empty, she screamed in pleasure, shuddered long and hard and then collapsed back onto my chest.

Friday afternoon my cell phone rang. When I answered, a sweet voice said, "Hi, sweetheart. It's Glenda. I was wondering how you are doing."

"Well, I'm real fine, honey. How about you?" 

"Oh ... I'm okay, I guess. Just a little horny and I got to thinking about you. Are you busy tonight?"

"No. I'll be at work until about six or six-thirty but I didn't have any plans after that. What did you have in mind?"

"Well . . . I wondered if I could . . . maybe come over and we could fool around some."

"I would love that. Would you like to go to dinner first?"

"No, not really. How about if I bring us some snacks and we can eat whenever we feel like it?"

"Okay. You have my address?"

"Yeah, I know where it is, sugar."

"Good. I'll see you about ... say, seven?"

"I'll be there."

It was an understatement when she said that she was a little horny. She was hot and ready the minute she stepped out of her car. She brought a basket with a large bowl of diced cheeses and lunch meats, a loaf of bread, and another bowl of ice cold fruit bites, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

After I greeted her with a long sensuous kiss, I asked about the basket. She said it could wait a while because she wanted to get fucked first. I led her to my bedroom where Glenda wasted no time getting out of her clothes and stripping mine off me hungrily.

We spent several minutes in the 69 position giving oral to each other but then she pushed me back, mounted me unceremoniously and rode me like a stallion. It was a hard demanding fuck with little consideration for each other but after several minutes of banging her bottom hard against me while I tried to keep her mammoth tits from killing me, we both came just a few seconds apart.

With the urgency of the moment temporarily satisfied, Glenda brought her basket to the bed and, while she lay sideways propped on one arm over my thighs, she pulled out the loaf of bread and bowl of diced cheeses and meats and proceeded to feed both of us while we talked and laughed and drank a little of the wine.

Eventually Glenda stopped eating and began playing with my cock. When it grew hard, she lowered her mouth around the purple head and gave me some much appreciated attention. I got her turned onto her back and this time I mounted her missionary but the sex was much slower, less demanding and sweeter the longer it lasted. I managed to work her up to three cums before I shot another load into her twat. 

A few recovery minutes later, Glenda brought out the bowl of fruit and we resumed our conversation as she fed us the sweet bites. When we were finished with it, she put away her basket and we snuggled while we watched a little TV, until her roving hands again got me hard. Because of my previous two orgasms, it was a long time before I could muster another one and in the meantime, we fucked in just about every position we could think of without leaving the bed. I lost track of Glenda's orgasms and by the time my balls finally spit out their third load of the night, we were both so tired and sated that we snuggled and were soon asleep.

Twice I awoke in the night, once to Glenda's hands massaging my balls and another time because of pressure on my bladder. The first time, I mounted Glenda from behind and romped doggy style until we both came. The second time, when I came back to bed, Glenda was on her side facing away from me so I spooned behind her. When my cock kept prodding her behind, I spread her buttocks enough to slip my cock into her pussy and slowly fucked her for almost an hour while my fingers diddled her clitty and she came three times before I loosed a somewhat feeble but still satisfying load. We were asleep again before my cock deflated completely and slid out of her.

In the morning after another slow and loving coupling, we had breakfast together and agreed that Glenda would spend her Friday nights in my bed for the foreseeable future, and maybe some other nights as needed. She said that, if it was alright with me, she would plan to bring something for us to nibble on, other than each other, so that we didn't have to waste our time having dinner. That seemed like a perfect arrangement to me.

Saturday afternoon I began to get antsy, a little bit apprehensive but quite excited too at the prospect of fucking Laurie with her husband watching. We had agreed that I would drop over around 5 o'clock, meet John and get to know him, have a little dinner with them and then we'd adjourn to the bedroom, where I would fuck Laurie with John watching.

Since I had never seen their house nor even been in their neighborhood, I left home at 4 o'clock, thinking I might need some extra time to find their house. As it turned out, her directions were right on and I was there just after 4:30. I was going to drive around to kill some time but as I drove past slowly, Laurie dashed out of the house waving at me. I stopped and she insisted that I park the car and come inside immediately.

Leaving the car in their spiral drive, I felt a little self-conscious as Laurie led me inside holding my hand. But inside, John was exceedingly cordial when he greeted me, offered me a drink and made me feel right at home. Even with Laurie sitting close beside me on the sofa with John in a single chair facing us, he seemed quite at ease with his wife snuggling under my arm.

We both relayed something of our backgrounds, colleges attended, career details and family background, of which I had very little to tell. Then John detailed his own history of heart disease and the treatment plan which had robbed him of most of his sex drive and ability to have erections. Unfortunately he couldn't use one of the Viagra-type drugs to induce erections because their impact on his blood pressure could be fatal. However he knew his wife had a burning need for sex and could not stand to see her deprived of that pleasure. So when she found someone who pleased her, he vowed to be completely supportive and provide whatever was required to insure that Laurie was as sexually satisfied as possible. I thought it sounded plausible but at the same time too good to be true . . . at least, for me. 

About six o'clock, I followed John out to the deck where he got the ol' barbecue grill (actually a monstrous modern brushed-aluminum affair that consumed a small city block) and prepared to grill some burgers. He obviously was trying hard to put me at ease about their situation. He told me that Laurie was the love of his life and it had been tearing him apart for the last few years that he was unable to satisfy her. He had tried to please her orally but she had never truly liked his techniques and he had been unsuccessful at changing them to suit her.

So . . . having given her his blessing to find and take a lover with the promise to keep coming home to him, he was encouraged when she finally told him about me in a bubbling story that she told and retold over three days, longer than the actual events of the cruise. The only thing he asked is that he get to watch us at least some times . . . the thought struck me that he wanted to insure that it was just sex for me and that we were not falling in love, planning to leave him out.

John asked me how often I thought I might want to get together with Laurie and I said that I supposed that would depend on how often she felt the need to have sex. He said that, in his opinion, she really needed it about three times a week, although she probably would get by with less without complaining and probably would not object if I ever wanted to do it more than that. He asked if I thought three times might be worked into my schedule and I told him that I would make sure it would. He suggested that twice a week we might spend at my place while he would like it if Saturdays could be at their place so he could watch. I didn't see a problem with that, except for weekends where I took my boat out; I suggested that they might join me for those cruises and he seemed to like that idea.

I told John a little about the cruise we had taken and how much I had loved screwing all four of the ladies, including his Laurie. However I was having too much fun with wonderful women like Glenda, Sherri, and Abby to settle for just one . . . at least for the near future. He laughed and nodded knowingly. 

After we ate, we walked out into their back yard into a magnificent garden of flowers and green plants. As a hobby, John liked to cross-breed roses and had developed some magnificent varieties over the years, all of which were in bloom at that time of the season. Their soft gentle fragrance was like the lovely smell of perfume dabbed lightly between the breasts of a sweet woman.

At 7:30, Laurie said, "John, I think its time we should go in now."

He smiled and replied, "Yes, I imagine it is. You two have some things to take care of. Let's go back."

John proceeded Laurie and I up the stairs to the bedroom. He slumped into an easy chair while we undressed and got into the bed. Suddenly John jumped up and asked, "Hey, do you mind if I make a video? I thought we'd keep it for Laurie to review if she gets . . . you know, horny . . . before you get together again."

I shrugged and said I wouldn't mind. He hurried into a closet while we were kissing and came out with a camera and tripod, which he set up at the foot of the bed. After a few minutes, Laurie shifted positions and I noticed that she arranged herself partially across my body where she was looking into the camera. She captured my cock in one hand and guided it to her mouth and, by the various mirrors around the room, I could see that she was putting on a show for John and his camera as well as stimulating me.

For the better part of the next three hours, I kept my cock in or moving in and out of Laurie's slick pussy and tight anus, with a few timeouts to rest or clean up. John kept moving around with the camera, looking for various angles that would best show our couplings or our facial reactions. I learned to spread my legs wider than I normally did so that he could film the action of my cock plunging into his wife. At last count she had cum nine times to my three, one of which they made me shoot all over her face and tits to get the effect of my cum on film. It made me feel a little like a porno actor but that wasn't really bad.

In the last few minutes when things got really heated for the last time, I noticed that John had put the camera back on the tripod, striped off his clothes and was jacking his limp cock as he watched us. He managed to dribble out a few drops of cum and then staggered off, saying something about sleeping in the guest room.

After my last cum in Laurie's ass hole, we took a few minutes to clean up, relieve our bladders, and then climbed back into bed only to snuggle together and drift off into a near-comatose sleep.

My normal routine is to sleep about three hours, wake up for a few minutes and then go back to sleep for another three hours, so that in a typical night, I wake twice. However because our night had started so early and been so vigorous, I awoke about every two hours, long enough to get another quick erection, poke it in Laurie's pussy, fuck us both to another orgasm and then drift off to sleep again.

But after the third time like that, the next time I awoke the sun was streaming in the eastern window and John was talking to Laurie. According to the bedside clock, I had slept over four hours straight after our last fuck.

John was saying, "Wake up, sleepy heads. It's getting late. I'm going down to fix us all some breakfast and coffee. You two have just enough time for another quick fuck and then a shower before coming down to eat. Okay? Get with it and I'll take my time."




Into The Sunset Ch. 02



Laurie turned over to face me, stretching like a lithe cat and smiling broadly as she greeted me, said, "Morning, lover."

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Hello, sweet thing. How do you feel this morning?"

"Like I've just had the greatest sex of my life. How about you?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth." 

"I think you'd better get this thing back in me before John finishes breakfast."

"You're wish is my command, dear lady. How would you like to have it?"

She rolled onto her face and pulled her knees up, pushing her ass into the air. "See if you can figure someplace to put it."

I scrambled around behind her and soon had my cock stroking its full length into her pussy. With a little help from my fingers on her clitoris, she was cumming in a few minutes. No sooner had the waves of her orgasm passed than she said, "Change holes, baby. I want you to cum in my ass."

So I pulled out and aimed my spear at her puckered anus, expecting to find resistance but as I touched the opening it was as if she willed herself to open and I drove most of my cock into her bowels with the first stroke, eliciting only a, "Mmmm, yeah, baby. Fuck that ass!" A few minutes later her pussy had released another stream of fresh clear juices and her ass was filled with my cum. Hastily we trotted to the bathroom and climbed under a warm spay in the shower.

Downstairs John had prepared a small feast for us, including sausage, bacon, eggs, hash browns, sliced tomatoes, toast and a variety of freshly sliced fruits. The coffee was fresh and hot and both smelled and tasted great. It felt funny to see Laurie walk over and kiss John passionately after she and I had just spent the last fifteen hours screwing our heads off, mostly while John watched. Still I had no reason to complain.

By the time I got back to work on Monday morning, I was feeling over-the-top fantastic. I already had a date to bed Laurie on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and Glenda on Friday. I wasn't going to lack for sex for some time, it seemed, and I hit my workweek with vigor, ready to take on the world.

End of Chapter 02



Into The Sunset Ch. 03



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

*

I was mired deep in the review of a new contract with a distributor on Wednesday morning when my cell phone rang.

I flipped it open and spoke, "Hello?"

"Hi, babe," came the disjointed sultry voice that I immediately recognized. "Do you know who this is?"

"Oh, yeah! You didn't think I'd forget that easily, did you?"

She laughed. "Well, I had hoped you wouldn't. But with all that pussy you were getting, I thought I might have gotten lost in the shuffle."

"No way, sweet lady. How are you?"

"Horny as hell," she replied. "And you?"

"Doing well, thanks. What can I do for you?"

"Well . . . my husband's out of town and his secretary went with him. That means he's screwing her head off every night they're out. So, I figured what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I need some lovin'. Are you interested?"

"Sweetie, you know it! When and where?"

"When do you get off work?"

"About six o'clock or maybe 6:30."

"Then how about seven at your place?"

"Sounds good to me."

"I'll be waiting for you."

When her phone clicked to break the connection, I realized I had completely lost interest in the contract. Even though I went back to it, I couldn't concentrate and for more than an hour, I kept rereading the same clause over and over. Finally, knowing that the important bases were covered, I scribbled my signature to it and dropped it back in the envelope to my attorney for finalization.

The rest of the day was a complete drag. I spent several hours working with the folks out in the warehouse, getting a backlog of orders packed and ready for shipping by UPS. When the driver arrived just after five o'clock, we helped him load one of our biggest ever shipments into his truck.

Back in my office, I spent the next 90 minutes cleaning up paperwork and reviewing a couple of sales proposals my outside salesmen had pitched to customers. In reality I could barefly concentrate and at 6:38, I locked up the building and gratefully headed for home.

Sherri was waiting for me when I pulled into my driveway. Before I had even stopped my car, she was out of the door of her car and came running back to greet me. As I stood up, she planted a big wet smooch on my lips and pressed her body into mine. I could just visualize her stripping and attacking me right there in the semi-private driveway.

But she didn't. She let me turn her toward the house and we walked inside arm-in-arm. 

Just inside after closing the door, I turned her back to me and we embraced again, our lips locked together forming the only boundaries for our wildly gyrating tongues.

When we finally broke apart several minutes later, I said, "Mmmm, baby, that is a great greeting. What's the plan?"

"I don't care," she said, "just so long as we fuck really soon. I am hot and horny, sugar. I need your attention."

"You've got all of it," I replied, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom.

We both kicked off our shoes and Sherri started to pull off her blouse. I let her but tugged her over so I could sit on the edge of the bed with her standing between my legs. As soon as she dropped her bra, I began kissing her breasts, licking the underside where the angry red lines of her bra showed against her pale skin. I narrowed my kisses down until I centered on her distended nipple, pulling it with my lips as I commenced to suck.

Sherri put her arms around my neck and tugged my head closer to her breasts, mashing my face against her large globes. Every few minutes I swapped tits, intent on giving equal treatment to both. Her soft feminine fragrance filled my nostrils and added to the sexual attack on my brain.

While I sucked, I worked my roving hands under her full skirt, slowing tracing her form upward until my hands found her tiny panties. When i pushed then down her legs and let them drop to the floor, she kicked them out of the way and turned back to unfasten her skirt. I moved her hand away and shook my head, indicating that she was to leave it on for now.

Still sucking on her left nipple, I applied a little pressure until she turned 90 degrees so that her backside was to my right hand. My roving hand gently slid up her thighs until I could feel the curve of her well-shaped bottom.

For the next several minutes, my fingertips read her bottom like a blind person reads Braille, searching from top to bottom and side to side until I had covered all of her ass . . . multiple times. Her breathing had gradually become more rapid and I didn't even need to encounter the twin trails of fresh pussy juice along her inner thighs to know that she was wet and ready.

I began to work my left hand up under her skirt on her front side, slowly exploring her knees and the tops of her thighs and then her abdomen, until I dropped back between her legs. With one arm draped over my shoulders for support, she spread her legs as much as she could and let my fingers enter her wet crease. 

She was so wet and slick that my fingers slipped inside her opening with no resistance. I wet my thumb in her moisture and eased it up until it nudged her clit and she almost fell on top of me as she came. The finger of my right hand met the finger of my left hand inside her hot opening and her nipple never left my sucking mouth. My hands provide significant support for her body for several minutes until she recovered.

As she regained her composure, the expression on her face changed. I wasn't sure how to read it, although it was still a combination of lust and . . . something. She again supported her own weight as she stood and when her hand went to her skirt, she was not to be denied. She lifted the skirt over her head and threw it toward a chair but kept her eyes on me.

Pushing my hands away, she took a step around my right leg and then surprised me by laying face down across my lap. Instinctively my left hand went around her waist to keep her from slipping off.

Sherri looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Spank me!"

Startled, I replied, "I don't do pain, sugar."

"I don't either, hon. But sometimes just a little bit can be so exquisite. Now spank me. I need it."

I lifted my right hand and brought the flat of my palm down on her round buttocks. There was barely any sound at the contact.

"Harder, hon. You're not gonna hurt me. Just do it! Please!"

I lifted my hand and brought it down harder. There was a correspondingly louder smack at the contact.

"That's it but harder still, sweetie."

I put some pressure into the next one and the smack of skin on skin was loud. I was afraid that I would hurt her.

"Now rub it all around and do it again."

I rubbed my hand around her bottom, watching its pale color change to a bright pink in the shape of my hand. As I rubbed the pink spread gradually until the handprint was not quite so visible. I lifted my hand and smacked her again, then rubbed it out. I could feel the warmth of the hot blood accumulating in her cheeks.

Sherri urged me to keep going, doing it over and over, smacking her ass, then rubbing it out. She began to squirm, just a little wiggle at first but the longer I went the harder she squirmed. Her ass got hotter and hotter until finally she screamed, "That's enough!"

She jumped off my lap and roughly pulled at my belt and zipper. I helped but she did most of the work getting my pants and underwear off, making short work of it. Then pushing me back onto the bed, Sherri straddled me and enveloped my cock swiftly. She immediately began humping me rapidly.

Sherri grabbed a handful of my shirt and yanked. Buttoms flew everywhere but the shirt opened and I shrugged out of it. Before I could finish the job, she began kissing my chest and sucking my nipples, still banging her ass up and down my shaft quickly. 

Although time is a relative thing in such situations, it seemed like no more than a couple of minutes before she screamed that she was cumming, tossed her head back, and shook like a leaf in an autumn breeze. When the tremors passed, Sherri laid her head on my chest and rested.

Wrapping my arms around her, I started to move further up onto the bed, intending to roll her over so she could rest but she shook her head and said, "No, honey. We're not done here yet."

I kept my arms around her and let her rest. In a few minutes, she pushed herself up until her hands were propped on my chest and she started moving her bottom in little circles and back and forth movements with my cock as a fulcrum. It was very slow but enough that I got pleasure out of feeling my cock wandering around inside her twat.

I eased my hands up and down Sherri's sides until I locked my fingers together under her ass. I could feel the residual heat from the spanking still in her flesh and she must have felt it too because she began to bang herself up and down my shaft again and almost immediately she went into a never-ending series of small shudders, still bouncing her bottom up and down my dong. Several minutes later, she dug her fingernails into the skin of my chest, gave a piercing scream and shook uncontrollably for several seconds before collapsing again on my form.

Even though it was somewhat uncomfortable, we lay together with my legs still hanging off the edge of the bed for some long minutes. At last Sherri raised up, planted a huge sloppy kiss on my mouth and crawled up into the bed and I followed closely behind her. For the next few minutes we snuggled together and kissed while her fingers played with my genitals.

When she was ready, Sherri rolled onto her back and tugged on my cock until I settled into her saddle between her drawn-up legs. She guided my prong back into her still wet pussy and I settled in for a long slow fuck, spending lots of time kissing her tits and her pretty mouth. Twice more she jerked her head from side to side, stiffened like a board, and shouted that she was cumming.

When Sherri was breathing more like normally again, I backed out of her and asked her to turn over. She scrambled over onto her knees, raising her ass to just the right height for my stiff cock to enter her pussy again. This was really my favorite position because I loved both the depth my cock reached in her cunt and I loved the feeling of pressing my crotch around her smooth ass.

As I started slowly pumping her pussy again, it occurred to me that the pinkness had disappeared from her ass. With my cock just barely inside her opening, I brought my right hand down on her right globe with a loud smack, eliciting a grunt of approval from her.

For the next several minutes, I would smack one of her cheeks about every third thrust, stopping to give it a little rub in between smacks. After a few minutes, her ass was glowing pink again and Sherri was squirming wildly around my penis as it worked in and out of her. Not long thereafter, she had another very explosive orgasm.

Even after she slumped back down with a noticeable sway in her back as her muscles relaxed, she still kept wiggling her bottom in tiny little circles as I fucked her from behind. Reaching around her, I fondled her left tit, lightly pinching and pulling on the distended nipple. My other hand roved over her stomach and then slipped between her legs. With two fingers, I teased around her little button and in a few minutes, she was huffing and puffing and talking about cumming again.

I picked up my pace, plowing into her with strong strokes, mashing my crotch against her butt so that her smooth globes reformed to my shape with every stroke. I felt that sort of vacuuous sensation that signifiys my approaching orgasm, but fortunately she moaned and then screamed as she came again. 

It took me several more strokes to reach the point of release but oh, how sweet it was. I pumped my load of cum deep into her body while holding us tightly together. Only after I felt the last drops dribble out of my cock did I gradually fall over to one side and lay beside Sherri. In slow motion, she let her knees slide down to lay stretched out. Then she turned to me and cuddled up with the langorous look of a satisfied woman

As we kissed, I thought how her sweet odor had changed. There was still that soft fragrance of her gentle perfume but now it was mixed with the heady aroma of fresh sex, an undeniably strong aphrodisiac which gave me a wonderful sense of satisfaction. With her lips against mine and her arms around my neck, we gradually drifted off to sleep.

My bedside clock read 2:18 when I regained awareness of my surroundings. Sherri was curled into a fetal ball with her bottom pressed into my crotch. However my bladder was screaming for relief so I gently extricated myself and padded around to the bathroom, trying to be quiet to keep from waking Sherri.

I thought I was successful because when I eased back into the bed, she was still in the same place. Carefully I curled my body around her, curled my left arm above her head and tried to think about getting back to sleep.

I knew I was unsuccessful though when she tugged my arm down under her head to use as a pillow while her other hand reached between her legs and circled my semi-erect cock. Her touch soon modified that condition to a full erection, which she guided between her legs and into her wet pussy.

That position is not conducive to long thrusts so we were both content with short movements. My left hand kneaded her right tit while my right hand stroked her body, making occasional forays between her legs to tease her clitty. Still it was a long slow fuck before she tossed her head back, accidentally banging my nose, as she came again. It took me a couple more minutes but her fingers fondling my balls made it all the sweeter. I was asleep again before my cock deflated enough to exit her pussy.

In the morning, I awoke to the gentle sound of rainfall. Except it wasn't rainfall. It was the sound of my shower running and a very sweet voice softly singing. Without opening my eyes, I felt for Sherri just to make sure that it wasn't some erotic intruder . . . it wasn't. Not yet ready to give up the smell of her body and our mixed sex that lingered about my bed, I waited for her.

In a few minutes the water cascade stopped and the singing changed to a soft humming. Soon after that, we paddd back into the bedroom with a bathtowel thrown over one shoulder. I smiled at her as she climbed back into bed.

"Hi, lover," she said musically, the smile in her voice unmistakeable.

"Good morning, sweet lady."

"How do you feel?"

"I feel great! How about you?"

"Honey, I am fabulous. Couldn't be better."

"Good. I think we created some nice memories last night."

"Yes, you are so right. And I've been thinking . . ."

"Oh? What are you thinking?"

"Well, sugar, I've been wondering if you'd be interested in doing something like this on a regular basis."

I sat up. "Of course I would!"

"Say . . . once a week? Would Mondays be good for you?"

"That would be great!"

"Okay. I like that. I'll just let that bastard fuck his little chippies while I get me some real cock."

By then she had draped herself over my body and our lips locked together again.

When she pulled away, she patted my shoulder and whispered huskily, "You'd better get a shower while I fix us some breakfast or you might be late to work."

With my arms wrapped around her, I turned her over. "To hell with breakfast. I want another piece of you."

She laughed as I mounted her but I noticed that she had a hand behind each knee, pulling her legs up to offer me easy access to her pussy. This time, although I started slow and easy, it soon became hard and fast as my dong pounded her sweet twat until we both climaxed.

When I showered and went to the kitchen, I noticed that she was singing again as I walked in.

End of Chapter 03



Into The Sunset Ch. 04



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

*

For the next three weeks, I followed the same routine. I worked hard every day except the Sunday of the second week, which I took off to rest. I loved having my visits with Glenda, Laurie and Sherri and was quite contented with my sex life. Why not? After all, I was getting more wonderful pussy and awesome ass than ever before in my life. 

Then on the third Sunday afternoon as I worked in my office to put together a new deal for a particularly large customer, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Ted? This is Abby. Do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you, Abby. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks. And you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you. What can I do for you?"

"Well ... I've been thinking a lot about that cruise. And ... well, I was just wondering ... would you be interested in getting together again?"

"My dear lady, I'm surprised you have to ask. Of course I'd love to. When?"

"Well ... I was wondering if you'd be free tonight?"

"I most definitely am. I'm at the office right now. How about if I wrap this up a little early and meet you at ... say, six o'clock?"

"That would be fine. Shall I come to your place?"

"That would be wonderful. You know where it is?"

"Yes, I checked." She giggled as if she'd done something naughty.

"Maybe I could take you to dinner?"

"Oh, you don't need to do that. Why don't I just bring something for us to eat and we won't have to waste time going out?"

"If you'd like, that would be fine."

"Good. I'll see you at six then."

"Great. Bye." 

We both disconnected. With renewed vigor and purpose, I attacked my work and finished in time to put everything away and lock up by 5:15. I couldn't wait to get home.

Abby wasn't waiting for me when I pulled into the driveway and I was a little disappointed. Then I glanced at my watch and realized that it was only 5:43 so it was still early. I unlocked my door and entered the house, turned to close the door and watched a strange car roll into the drive.

With a smile and a feeling of relief, I greeted Abby at her car. I took a grocery bag from her and waited for her to swing out of the car. We hugged and kissed and hurried inside.

I set the grocery bag on the bar in the kitchen and we sat in the den to talk.

"How have things been going?" I asked.

"Oh, okay, I guess. It's fairly much the same ol' same ol' every day for me."

"Oh? That sound like you're not having much fun...?"

"Well ... no, not like we had that weekend with you. Now that was fun."

"Yeah, for me too. I really enjoyed it."

I don't know if you know but there are sixteen of us that for a bridge club. We get together every Wednesday afternoon to play and talk. All four of us that went with you on that trip are in it."

"Oh, really? That sound like fun. At least you have some close friends to share times with."

"Well, yeah. But, you see, in a way, that's also a problem."

"Oh? How is that?"

"Oh, you know how it is. The old wives' tale is that women don't kiss and tell. But the truth is that they do."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I keep thinking about that cruise and how great it felt to have sex with someone who cared. Well, at least cared about how I felt."

"Well, that's at least half the fun, isn't it? Making sure your partner likes it too?"

She laughed, but I detected more than a little sarcasm. "That's not the way the men I've met usually feel about sex. Its just slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am and to hell with you."

"I'm sorry for that."

"It's not your fault, hon. Besides that's not where I was going."

"No?"

"No. Every time the four of us wound up at the same table, Glenda and Sherri and Laurie talked about what a great time they were having with you. I was feeling left out. And I don't want to be left out."

"You want ... you want to have sex with me too?"

"Yes. Would you mind?"

"Oh, baby! I not only wouldn't mind, I would be honored!"

I stood up and took her hand, pulling her up and to me. When she was in my arms, I kissed her tenderly on the lips and she turned her head up to meet me. At first it was just soft wet lips together but then her tongue darted into my mouth and the duel was on. In seconds, our hunger for each other took over.

Without breaking the kiss, I shifted positions a bit and scooped her into my arms, carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. In a way it seemed like a drag race of stock cars ... we went from zero to sixty in 3.4 seconds. She couldn't get enough of me; I couldn't get enough of her.

Easing her down to the bed, I carefully undressed her. She left it to me, only twisting or lifting her bottom to help me remove various garments. Then as she waited naked, I quickly shed my clothes willy-nilly and sank to my knees in front of her.

Abby was the smallest of the four women that joined me on that memorable cruise but she was certainly as desirable as all the others. Although her breasts were not huge, that appeared to be big because of her small body size. As I knelt in front of her kissing her lips, my hands played with her boobs, which held nice little pebble sized nipples, both now hard as pencil erasers but a little bigger. Perhaps the most notable feature of them was the crimson colored, baseball sized areolas with little bumps all over them. As I rubbed my thumbs around her nipples, she began to moan softly from the stimulation. I filed a mental note to see one day if I could make her cum only by manipulating those tits.

But for now, I couldn't wait to move on. When she arched her back, I began drawing a meandering trail with my tongue back and forth across her body, steadily but slowly working my way downward. After spending several moments licking and flicking her navel, I slipped on down across her abdomen as she flopped back onto the bed.

I gently lifted her legs to my shoulders and licked from her knee upward, around and down to the other knee and then backtracked. Her pussy was rather unusual to my experience in that the outer lips were nearly flat and the inner lips stood tall and proud, like the ruffled petals of some flower. The hood connected to two sides and stood our like a tent above her very noticable button.

Her pussy glistened from top to bottom with the moisture already released and my tongue began a slow, steady, systematic search for every bit of it, licking up the sweet nectar and savoring it like a gormet dish. When the folds of lacy flesh were covered only with my own saliva, I dipped the length of my tongue into her opening. Her thighs tightened around my head, released and then tightened again, a process that she was to repeat over and over as I sampled her delights. Only when I had carefully explored every millimeter of her insides that my tongue could reach did I retreat and flick my tongue at the little nubbin trying valiantly to push back its covering hood.

No sooner had the tip of my tongue touched that spot did she clamp those powerful thighs around my head, bow her back upward using her legs on my shoulders for leverage, and hissed, "Oh, baby, I'm cummmmmiinnngggg!"

After she let me breath again, I resumed my slurping and licking, finding new sources of fluid in places I'd already covered. I loved the taste of her pussy juice ... so sweet, so heady, so aromatic. Absolutely delicious! Only after licking up all the fresh juices I could find, I closed my lips around her now-exposed clit and began to give it teasing attention with my tongue while my fingers fondled her tits and pinched and pulled her nipples. I don't think it took ten minutes to make her cum the second time.

When she relaxed, I slipped my tongue over her 'continental divide' into her anal valley. As I began licking decreasing ovals around her puckered opening, I heard her suck in her breath in surprise. I think it shocked her that, when my tongue tapped the center of her ansu, she exploded like a rocket taking off.

I would have stayed there a bit longer and tried for at least one more climax but she had both hands on my head, her fingers curled in my hair and was pulling so hard I had no choice but to follow her direction.

When I reached the level of her face, she pulled me down and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my mouth, then gritted through her teeth, "Fuck me now, dammit! Just fuck me before I go crazy!"

I got up on the bed and lifted and tugged on the exhausted Abby until she was on her back roughly in the middle. Then getting between her splayed legs, I eased my prong into her wet pussy. At first she just lay there like a dead fish but as she recovered from her last orgasm, she put her arms around me and started to rove over my body with her fingertips.

While I pumped her pussy at about the pace of the 'walking horse' oil well pumps, I had to bow my body and twist my neck to get our lips together for a kiss, because of her short stature. But it was worth a little discomfort, especially when she rammed her pubis up to meet my thrust and came, her eyes rolling up as if she was going into a spasm.

When she relaxed again, she pulled her legs up beside her head and locked the backs of her upper arms behind her knees, forming almost a ball with her pussy wide open. That left her head so far down that there was no way I could kiss her - in fact, she was sucking my nipples without any neck strain. 

I began to pound her pussy harder and faster. I made sure to grind myself against her mound with each down stroke, hoping to see her cum at least once more. However every time I pulled out, it felt like a velvet glove clasped my cock and held on as I slid through it. It was a magnificent feeling but it was destined to end our activity.

After several moments of rambunctious, noisy sex with both of us encouraging the other, that vacuous feeling rose from my testicles, signifying the immient point-of-no-return. Three more quick strokes I took and then stopped with our bodies crushed together, my cock as deep into her vagina as I could reach. Instantly cum began to spurt out of my cock. She must have felt it because her eyes grew very wide, then once more rolled up into the back of their sockets as she came one more time.

After the last dribble trickled out of my cock into her warmth and my penis started to soften, I rolled over to the side and pulled her close to me, cuddling her into my body. We were asleep in a few minutes.

When I awoke less than two hours later, it was still light out and Abby was beginning to stir also. I asked if she was hungry and she grinned. We got up and padded down to the kitchen, still naked.

Abby pulled things out of her grocery bag. It was all finger foods. There were chicken fingers with barbeque sauce, potatoe wedges, cheese squares and fresh cut veggies for dipping in a dill sauce. After a bit, we got silly with the food - I smeared some of the sauces on her tits and then licked them off. She did the same to my chest and then my cock and by the time she was finished, I was ready to start again - fucking!

We put away the leftovers and headed back to the bedroom. Abby climbed up and propped on her hands and knees, looking at me expectantly. I climbed up behind her and eased my cock into her waiting pussy, almost wrapping her up in my arms. It felt so strange because she was so little I seemed to completely envelop her and the thought crossed my mind that I was fucking a little child but I knew she was a fortyish woman.

My hands roved all over her body, cupping her tits, stroking her sides and back, tickling her nubbin, even stroking down her thighs and back. She shivered several times, whether with pleasure or mini-orgasms I wasn't sure, but she kept whispering words of encouragement to me.

When she clenched up her body around my cock and yelled, "I'm cumming!" that seemed to send my brain over the edge and my balls started spewing they load into her. It wasn't as large as the last one but for some reason seemed to be even more satisfying.

Afterward, we lay in a tight huddle, kissing and hugging for a long time before we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Abby was a rather sound sleeper and, although I had to extricate myself twice in the night, she didn't wake up and she didn't change positions significantly either. Each time I came back to bed after taking a leak, she seemed to snuggle into my embrace in a dream-like state, a smile on her face but her eyes never opened.

In the morning, however, when the alarm sounded, she was already awake, smiling at me. Since I almost always wake up with a morning woody, I guess it wasn't a surprise that she had a hand around it, since it had probably been poking her stomach.

When my eyes opened, she said softly, "Good morning, sweetie."

"Good morning, pretty lady."

"How do you feel this morning?"

"I feel great," I replied languidly.

"Me, too," she said, winking at me. "So ... do you want to take care of this?"

"Sure!"

"Okay. My turn," she said, pushing on me to indicate I should roll onto my back.

Abby stood up and unsteadily straddled me, easing herself down until she could guide my spear into her target. With a look of closed-eye concentration, she very slowly worked her way down my shaft until I was completely engulfed in her love tunnel. Her look changed to one of triumph as she sat on me and rocked herself around in ever-widening circles.

After a few minutes, she switched to a side-to-side motion, which she maintained for two or three minutes before she changed to a forward and back motion. I gloried in the feeling of having my cock banging about wildly inside of her and just a couple more minutes of that and I was lost. I drew my balls up to my body cavity, which staved off the inevitable for ... maybe seven seconds. Then my cum burst forth in spurt after spurt into Abby's hot body. Just as I was emptying the last of my love juice, she reached the mountaintop and dove off the other side, crashing with a scream of pleasure.

A few minutes later, having showered while Abby fixed us breakfast, I sat down to a great meal with my most recent lover.

About halfway through, Abby asked, "You liked last night, didn't you?"

"I surely did, sweetheart. Did you?"

"Of course. Is there any doubt?" She smiled.

"No, I didn't think so."

"So ... would you be interested in maybe a regular schedule between us?"

"Of course I would! I would be delighted, sweet lady!"

"How about every Sunday night?"

"That would be great."

"Do you have any other night you'd be available?"

"How about Wednesdays?"

"Would that be okay with you?"

"Of course it would, sweetie."

"Then its a date. Every Sunday and every Wednesday."

I put the dishes in the dishwasher, picked up my jacket and walked her out to our cars. We embraced and kissed deeply and passionately, her sweet, slightly flowery fragrance filling my nostrils with a heady scent. Even with the other ladies visiting me on different days, I knew I would look forward to Abby's visits.

It is amazing how much your world can change with just a gentle, relaxing cruise into the sunset! Especially if you have the right guests aboard!

The End