0 comments/ 10273 views/ 0 favorites What I Saw By: OhPossum I was on my way to matins, leaving early so that I could drop off the first draft of my opening argument that you had requested. The door to your cell was unlocked, as if you were expecting someone, though you couldn't have known that I would be dropping by. From the open doorway, I could make out the motion of bodies in your bathroom. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I now saw Sister Pussywillow, perfectly nude in all her youthful splendor, and sporting a butt plug with a tail springing saucily from her pale, firm ass globes. And she wore a leather collar with a silvery chain attached. "So she's been training her young ward as a pet puppy," I smirked to myself. "No wonder they're such accomplished little puppies when they come to visit me..." Your nubile pet was pouring a generous portion of massage oil into her palm as I opened the door a bit farther so that I could follow the arc of her hand as she lifted it to your breasts. You, standing on the ledge of the bathtub, utterly nude, yourself, head thrown back in a lustful pose, your hands grasping the sturdy shower rod that was built into the walls. My cock lurched beneath my Episcopal robe as your puppy slut applied the rich oil to your perfect breasts, nipples now erect from the soothing stimulation of your lover's small, soft hand. Using both her hands now, your young slave leaned into her work as she kneaded your breasts more deeply, pinching your pert eraser point nubs between her fingers and thumbs. Your hips undulated slowly and lewdly as you pressed your tits roughly into the oily hands of your delicious pet, goading her on with gentle whispers I strained unsuccessfully to discern. Twitching now to full-mast, my Episcopal pole strained against the soft silk lining of my robe, my hand absently stroking its bulbous head through the garment. I watched as your loving slave poured yet more oil into her hand and leaned over, exposing her dripping pink petals beneath the softly swaying tail springing from her plugged rosebud. She worked her hands around your tiny ankles, working them up your shapely calves, pausing there to massage more deeply the toned muscles, no doubt weary from the long walks you took with your ward while teaching her the prayer book. As she filled her hand with another offering of oil, I felt a rude bump against my posterior. Looking back angrily, I spied the straw head of our young squire, who was straining to spy around me. I grabbed him by the ear and swung him around in front of me so that he could share the pleasure I had happened upon. He gasped in innocent amazement at the sight of your obedient puppy rubbing her oily palms over your knees and into your delicately flaring thighs, your hips now swaying in small, slow circles as she pressed more deeply into your firm, but yielding flesh. As Squire leaned over not wishing to block my view, his firm young ass cheeks engulfed my throbbing sheath. The opportunity was not to be missed. I opened my rich robe, removing the small flask of holy oil I carried with me for the administration of rites while in transit, and poured a generous portion between his now fully exposed globes. I took my Episcopal rod firmly in hand and guided it to his tight young hole, now held open by his eager hands grasping both cheeks so as to assist my entrance. No doubt he felt grateful to be used in such a noble way by his master. A low growl escaped his panting lips, as I slid into his anal canal, recently rendered spanking clean by Sister Enema's mandatory Saturday evening ministrations. He groaned lustfully, as I withdrew my shaft, only to thrust it yet more deeply into his slippery, tight asshole. Grasping him firmly by his hip bones, I rammed my raging meat deeply into his oily orifice, my balls slapping against his firm, young cheeks as I fucked him in a steady rhythm, my gaze still fixed on your pet's sensual attention to your now fully oiled thighs. Pausing for a moment, your playful puppy leaned in, pulling your pussy to her face with her hands grasping both your ass cheeks and delivering a long, wet slurping lick from the bottom of your drenched pussy lips all the way up to your hard, throbbing clit. Sucking your clit into her soft, wet mouth, she ran her tongue back and forth over your love button as you heaved harshly into her face, grabbing her head from behind and forcing it more firmly against your aching cunt. She broke your grip, turning you slowly around so that she could behold God's greatest gift to His creation—your splendid, perfectly formed ass. She pulled apart your supple globes, leaning forward again to flutter her tongue softly against your pursed rosebud. As it opened more to her delicate probing, she slid her tongue more fully into your pliant bottom hole, fucking you deeply but gently with her softly persistent tongue. Now wet with her oral attention, your hole closed slowly around her single finger sliding deeply into your anal canal as she kissed and bit your ass cheeks playfully, giving them an occasional light slap as she finger-fucked your asshole more and more deeply. You pressed back into her finger in a slow and steady fucking motion, head thrown back, gripping the rod with your small, strong hands. A low growling groan escaped your throat from deep within as she slid the thumb of her other hand into your wantonly wet cunt, double fucking you with her delicate digits as you humped her fingers in lewd abandon. You whimpered as she let her fingers slide out of both holes, pouring more oil into her hand as she resumed her massage of your perfect globes. She kneaded deeply, relieving the taut muscles of your firm, ripe ass cheeks as you began again your undulating dance, pressing your globes against her ministering hands. Squire's vise-like hole clung to my plunging rod as I pierced his blissfully tight orifice, pausing to pour another stream of oil between his cheeks and over my pulsing pole. I could see that he was stroking his donkey dick with witless fervor. Hearing a high, stifled yelp behind me, I reluctantly turned my gaze from your pet's lascivious massage and spied the chambermaid, crumpled down against the hall's wall, her skirt pulled up, her little hat teetering on her head, as she feverishly mauled her pussy and clit with both hands, mesmerized by the sight of my fucking Squire so manfully. I motioned quickly with my head for her to come over, and she scrambled on hands and knees with an enthusiasm that betrayed her erotic intoxication. I motioned my head down, and she obediently complied, positioning herself on her knees and taking the engorged head of Squire's massive log into her hungry mouth. Squire tore open her maid's uniform, exposing two high, perky breasts to our view. Taking note of her comeliness for future reference, I smiled as Squire cupped the gently swaying tits in his rough hands and pinched her nipples with his thumbs and fingers, causing her to squeal in stifled delight as he thrust his rippling stalk more deeply into her slobbering mouth. As I slammed my spear up to the hilt of Squire's slippery asshole with renewed vigor, I returned my attention to your puppy's delicious service. She had turned you around once more. Now glistening with oil, you were fucking her fingers quite rudely, urging her to probe you more deeply as you thrust your hips and groin forward, then back, sucking her digits as deeply as you could into your insatiable cunt. Your squirting juices lathered her hand and shot over her small, heaving tits, splattering lewdly on the bright tile floor. Given completely over to the demons within, you fucked her with a rage that astonished even me, grunting and growling, crying inchoately as you flung yourself against your slave's hand, clinging to the rod above as a trapeze artist might before flinging themselves to the next rope. Squire savagely fucked his maid's mouth, having threaded his coarse fingers through the luxurious locks of her blonde hair. Her gagging had stopped, but her spittle streamed over her chin and onto her small, firm breasts, coursing down over her nipples and dripping to the stone floor below. I lunged repeatedly into Squire's gaping asshole, feeling the rumblings of my Holy cum roiling around my bouncing balls. Maddened by your unholy screams and unhinged by the demonic display of your sinful assault on your pet's fingers, I threw my head back and bellowed in howling relief as I felt my lava coursing through the canal of my Episcopal shaft speeding to its release as Squire erupted into his maid's engorged throat, sending his flow directly into her stomach and propelling her backwards like a limp doll against the wall beside the door frame. Your own screaming explosion flooded your puppy's paw as she continued her pounding, fucking through your orgasmic ecstasy as my eruption streamed into Squire's bowels, filling him with my holy elixir up to the brim of his gaping hole. I shot another load completely over his head splattering loudly on the maid's trembling tits. As the chapel bells rang out the summons for matins, I motioned her urgently to kneel before me and clean my cock with her hungry tongue, licking my rod and balls, and allowing her one brief probing of my asshole with her delicately powerful tongue. Then I drew my robe around me, fastening the sash as I dashed off to chapel to preside over the matins service. I left behind the dazed Squire and his exhausted maid, taking in one final glimpse of your radiant body, awash with glistening bliss at the hands of your puppy pet. And I wondered aloud if you had left the door open for young Squire in hopes that he might join you and your pet for a late night romp. Perhaps he crawled in after my abrupt departure, offering you and your pet his most recent conquest—the comely maid now covered in cum. What I Saw and What I Did Hesitantly, Spring begins in New England. Southwesterly winds make their way up the east coast, teasingly bring the first tender days of warm. Connie and I , now early into our golden years, have taken to daily walks along the small stretch of beach not far from our cottage. Winter coats have gladly given way to sweatshirts that now hang open loosely as we beach comb our way down the shoreline. The seasons first sun worshipers have begun to arrive, blankets laid on the newly warmed sand, and their well oiled bodies soak up the fickle April sun. The beach tends more to gravel with only short stretches of white sand. The waves from the sheltered bay are small and lap gently. The occupants of the prime white sands are for the most part, are families. Usually multi-generational clans surrounded by coolers, sand toys and picnic baskets. A sea wall had long ago been constructed to hold what white sand remained. The wind and tides had redistributed the sands over the years so that the wall appeared to be 10 feet high in some areas and two feet tall in others. Here in the middle part of April, the sunbathers with their toddlers, clustered close into the wall that offered both protection from the gusting winds and the additional heat that reflected back off the wall itself. My wife and I started out to the beach on a very warm but breezy morning. We were starting out a bit later then usual as Connie's hip was bothering her a bit. As we approached the steps that led down to the sand, she announced that the hip was not doing well and she was turning for home. Turning to follow her back, Connie insisted I continue the meander down the shoreline and she would meet me home. On the beach side of stonewall, out of the wind, it was far warmer than the street. With noon not far off and the white sands greedily sucking in the sun's heat, it was t-shirt weather down here. A gloriously warm spring day. Several clusters of families, as I would expect on such warm spring morning, had gathered and set camp. The young mothers stretched out on the beach towels, toddlers running about, Nanny in her beach chair watching over everyone. Small sand dunes held together with thorny beach roses and sea grass jutted out several yards into the beach. These were no more than waist high but they formed sort of natural coves that somewhat shielded each of the family clans from view of each other. I walked at the waters edge, looking for pieces of well worn beach glass. My track led me to stay about 25 to 30 feet away from these family pods. None even acknowledged my presence. But one of the dunes was longer and higher, stretching out almost to the high tide line. It stood taller than any of the other dunes and sported an assortment of small trees, brush and game trails meandering through it. As I rounded that point, I noticed another beach blanket tucked up closely to the wall and not far from the taller dune. It's occupant, a single woman, lying on her stomach, face turned to me. At a glance, I made her out to be somewhere north of 50. A large woman, in a very plain one piece black bathing suit. The swimming suit color matched her hair, crow black and short cropped. The upper section of the suit was pulled down to her waist, exposing her pale white shoulders, back and arms. One could discern the loose rolls of her belly fat, skin pallid from the long winter, soft and exposed to the noon sun. It appeared she was smiling. As I drew up closer, she lifted herself, pushing her upper torso up and to my amazement exposing her large soft creamy white breasts. They were pendulous things crowned with long darkly brown nipples. Her ample belly hung loosely, though still pooled up on the beach towel. I turned my head away thinking she didn't realize I was there. I glanced back out of the corner of my eyes and she was gently swinging her large breasts so her elongated nipples ran teasingly across the towel. She smiled, removing any doubt of whether or not she was aware of me. I could feel my cock swell in my sweatpants. I was pretty sure it wasn't apparent but I couldn't be sure and the thought of this strange woman seeing me in that condition excited me. I wanted to fuck her, quickly fill her with my cum and leave. Slowly she lowered her torso back down and continued to smile at me. I hurriedly made my way past her and nervously tried to resumed my beachcombing. I was not sure how I felt about the slutty and erotic mature woman exposing herself to me. With a racing mind, a heart pounding in my chest, my cock swelling and sweat across my brow, I was pretty sure finishing the stroll was not in the cards. Rounding another small indentation of tall beach grass, I saw that it was pretty much out of sight from beach strollers in either directions. I entered quickly, dropped to my hands and knees. Trying to not be too obvious, I knelt in the warm sand peering through the pale yellow beach grass. Clearly one could see her left arm had snaked it's way into her bathing suit and the motion left little doubt as to her activities. I backed away from my perch in the sharp grass and after peeking to ensure I wouldn't be seen. Still on my knees, I pulled the front of my sweatpants down and drew out my cock and ball sack. The years have taken there toll on my sex tools and my nut sack now hangs almost to my knees. I've taken to using rubber cock rings around my nuts to bring them up a bit when they swing to much. I squeezed and pulled my cock. As a youth, cock fully swollen and hard, I measured it to be north of eight inches long and fat as a soda can. Now on my best day, I barely get past limp and I doubt I measure much more than five inches in length. The thickness has remained so it hangs heavily. My poor wife still cannot get more than the head into her mouth when she tries to suck me. Squeezing again, a big drop of pre-cum oozed out and dripped to the sand. I questioned my next move. This is my home town and I could never live down the embarrassment this would bring to my family. That could take away everything I've worked for all these years. And yet my slightly engorged fat cock told me another story. It felt good to feel the warm sun and wind caressing my pale cock. I squeezed and stroke myself while nervously glancing about. My cock thickened beneath my manipulations. I lowered my body until my ball sack nestled into the warm sand. Small gasps and grunts escaped my lips. I thought for a moment I would come off, just quickly get my nut, but my nervousness of being so exposed was greater than my need to cum. I quickly replaced my tools back into the gray cotton pants. I lifted my head just above the tall grass and fortunately the beach was still empty. I decided I would cool myself down and continued my way down the beach. I could feel my now bound nuts tight up under my still fat cock. I knew this wouldn't work, my mind raced away with my lust. I could not stop myself. I turned back to the heavy set black haired woman. She was looking towards me again as I made my way back. Her arm still pointed to her cunt, clearly down into her suit. The wind had begun to gust a bit and I could feel it push the thin material of my pants, out lining my swollen condition. I made my way up towards her. I planned to enter the dune with the shrub trees and perhaps be able to closely watch her masturbate. My chosen path would take me within ten feet of the woman. As I approached she got up on her knees doggy style and I could hear and see her working her cunt. Her head was turned away and she was making soft grunting sounds as she stroked herself. I quickly made my way into the shrub and positioned myself so I could see and not be seen and yet close enough to watch and listen. She turned her head and looked at me. I once again pulled out my cock and now swollen nut sack and began to stroke along with her. I returned her gently moaning with some animal grunts of my own. I some times have a bit of difficulty cumming off due to my medications and have caused my wife friction burns trying to nut in her. I could feel I would not have that problem now. The sheer eroticism of the moment, the excitement of the sights and sounds assured me I would be cumming very quickly this time. She came first, shaking and groaning, I could hear her quietly call out "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," as waves of orgasm rippled through her. It was all I needed. Cum actually squirted, rope after rope, from my still semi-flaccid old cock. I came more than I had in years, my ejaculate spilling out onto the warm sand. The woman sank back down onto the beach blanket. I quickly replaced my still dripping cock and made my out the other side of the dune. Wave's of guilt washed over me as I quickly made my way back up the beach. I hoped the wet spots from what dripped out of my dick wouldn't be noticed by the soccer moms. I hoped I could change out of them before my wife questioned me. And though I still walk the beach with my wife almost daily, I have never seen the strange black haired woman again. What I Saw Late One Night I can't believe this happened to me. Until yesterday I was just an average guy married with two kids, an 8-5 Monday through Friday job living in the suburbs with two cars and a mortgage. It all started when our 18 year old son had a friend over. It was getting late so I started to get ready for bed. As I was walking past his room I looked through his open door. I could not believe what I saw. There he was on his knees sucking Billy. Going to town on his dick I was in shock but I could not take my eyes off of it. Then I got my composure and went to get my wife so she could see what her son was doing. When we got back to the doorway of his room he was still going at it. I could not believe my wife's reaction she just stood there and started to breath heavily then she reached over and started to feel my crouch when she felt my hardening dick. She looked up at me and gave me a wicked smile. As we watched my son suck his friend my mouth began to water and my lips started to tingle and my dick was rock hard. My wife noticed my reaction to this and she started to play with my dick and moved closer to me rubbing her body against mine. We then noticed Billy to stiffen up and he let out a low grunt and we knew he was coming. What surprised us was that our son stayed down on his friends dick sucking him with each spasm when Billy was done coming our son swallowed his load down with out spilling a drop. My wife and I then retired back to our bedroom to discuss what had just happened. We could not resist and started to make passionate love to each other. When we were through we talked about our son some more. She said, "That was so hot. I had no idea male to male sex could be so hot." Then she asked, "Have you ever When you were Billy's age." I said, "No." Then she asked, "What did you think of it?" I just said, " I was surprised by my reaction." In truth I was too embarrassed to admit that it really turned me on and that I would like to try sucking at least once. We agreed we should talk to our son about his new found interest and that we should also talk to Billy's parents. Since Billy's dad and I were fishing buddies I agreed to be the one to talk to his dad about it the next day. The next day I met with Billy's dad while we were working in his garage. I just said, "I caught our boys playing with each other the last night and that you should know. His reaction surprised me in that he said, "So that is normal for boys their age, I'm not going to worry about it." "Have you ever do anything like that when you were their sons age?" I asked. He looked at me and said, "Of course." Then I asked "You mean you have sucked your friends off?" His openness really surprised me when he said "Yeah" Then I asked the real big one and said, "Did you like it?" When he said, "Yes" it floored me. Then I could not help my self and asked, "Would you do it again?" He said, "Sure why not." Then he asked me if I ever did anything like that and I just said, "No." Then he asked for all the details of what happened last night and I told him . Then he asked, "What did you think of it?" I said, "In a strange way it turned me on." I couldn't believe what he did next he stepped toward me and felt my crotch and said, "I guess it did." He undid my pants and pulled them down and got on his knees and started sucking me. Man he was good he got me off in no time. I could not believe it when he swallowed my load before he took my dick out of his mouth. Then he undid his pants and with out a word I got down on my knees and started to suck him. I was working the shaft with my lips and tongue. Then he grabbed my head with both hands and started to thrust his hips. Moving his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock swelled and got even harder and his body stiffened. He held my head as his cock filled my mouth. With out thinking I just swallowed it down. I stood up and said, "wow." We finished up cleaning his garage. Then we went in to the house to get a drink of water before I went home. When we got in to the kitchen I saw my wife there talking with Billy's mom. I looked at her and asked, "What are you two talking about?" "Nothing important we can talk about it later." my wife said. I finished my glass of ice water and thanked Billy's dad for our chat and said, "You really enlightened me to a new view point of view." He just looked at me and smiled. Then I asked my wife, "Are you ready to go home because we have some things to talk about before dinner?" "Sure in just a minute," she said. Then we started walking home. On our way she asked, "What it was we had to talk about?" I just said it was what Billy's dad and I talked about and it could wait till we got home. She smiled and said, "I can't wait to hear it then we continued on our way home." What I Saw Through The Vent Ann came home from abroad with a little surprise that she hadn't claimed at customs. It wasn't perfume, or liquor, or contraband animal skin attire; she had a bun, in the oven. We of course were overjoyed to hear the news and to have her home, our beautiful wandering soul. Ann has been just about everywhere teaching English and as a registered massage therapist. She loved to travel, but after a few years abroad she finally slipped and got caught up by a man. She ended up getting pregnant by some Nigerian Spaniard, who wasn't a one woman man and especially, not the fathering type. Well, Ann was fine with that, he wasn't that great of a lover anyway, but she came home to catch her bearings and we were only too happy to have her back. Ann was a natural beauty, sun lightened brown hair held back by a bandana, a quick smile and flashing hazel eyes. She had always kept fit and when home from her adventures she was my wife's workout partner. So, even with a developing bump in her belly, she was still very fit, toned and tanned. The two were inseparable once my wife came home from work each day. However, over a short period of time we noticed that she was getting a bit despondent, looking down and she carried a feeling of sadness. My wife asked me to pay attention to her. To use some of my flattery to help get her out of her funk. Apparently Ann was feeling self-conscious about her changing body and wasn't taking her new reality too well. I wasn't sure what I could do, but my wife was confident that with me being a writer, I could come up with some creative compliments that might cheer her up. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with any that seemed to work, and Ann's condition continued to deteriorate. It deteriorated to the point that my wife was thinking of calling for some professional help, out of fear for Ann's safety. She told me that the storm swell of hormones that were wreaking havoc in Ann's body, could play crazy games with a woman's head, causing her to do things that she wouldn't ordinarily do. I wasn't to deny any of her requests, and she emphasised "any." I figured this meant running to get a new tub of ice cream and pickles. In any event Ann and I were spending more time together than she and my wife so I guess I was a good person to have on point duty. I wasn't going to complain, I had Anne around all day to keep me company. I enjoyed having her traipsing around the house in her signature tube tops and short lycra shorts. Comfy clothes she called them. Whatever, they showed off her body, and one of Ann's best features, her ass. She had the most amazing ass. I'd often admired her form, spending many "personal moments," eyes clenched tight, imagining it was her hands touching my cock or imagining it wasn't my hand but her lips pulling a powerful orgasm out of me. I really liked having her around and I really loved being able to admire her body. I'm a writer so I spend most of my time at home, much of it at the computer, though not always writing. As is probably evident, I like to browse the web and enjoy sites such as this. I'm a healthy North American male, I can't get enough pussy it seems. I like writing stories of my exploits, many of which have been amazing, if I say so myself. I like to write a bit, get up and eat, write, workout, this is my loose schedule, no real structure and it's become a habit to spend the day at my computer in my boxer briefs. I've never had a reason not to, my wife and son are seldom home and they don't bother me when I'm at my computer. This was how I was existing, before Ann arrived. Coming home from away, she stayed with us until she could get herself situated again in the city, something she's done many times over the years. So I was used to having her around, and she was very comfortable in our home. We were pretty much family by now. I didn't walk around the house in my underwear or anything, but it was pretty loose and laidback. Perhaps I got a bit too laid back. In any case, things happen and looking back now, it was a beautiful accident. So it happened that one day my family was away. The wife was at work, and my son at school. I was home as usual and Ann was sleeping in. I was writing in my office, trying to work on a play that would be going into rehearsals soon, so I needed to nail it down for the Director. I was on a bit of a deadline, and true to form, I'd left it to the last minute; a habit of mine. Well, my office, or spare room actually is down stairs, just off of our living room. I have a red light outside my door that I turn on when I don't want to be disturbed. This comes in handy when I have my pants around my ankles as I read a well crafted and sexy story off the internet. Writing can be stressful work, I need to relax anyway I can. It's for the job. Well, beside my office is a small guest / storage room. This is where Ann was staying while she was with us. This is where she was sleeping this morning, only it turned out she wasn't as asleep as I thought she was. In our home we have a ventilation system, with vents that bring fresh air into each room and exhaust old air. In some of the rooms the vents, which are in the walls, and let fresh air in; connect two adjoining rooms. I had never really paid attention to this fact until this morning. If someone were to stand on a chair, they could see into the adjacent room, giving them a great view of the entire room, especially the futon that Ann was using. So I'm writing, deep in thought when I hear a noise coming from this vent. It's a barely noticeable moan and at first I didn't know what it was or where it was coming from. My investigation led me to the discovery of the vent situation. I pulled up the chair from my desk and peered through the vent to see what was going on. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. On her bed, with the blankets pushed to one side, was Ann, naked and writhing on our guest sheets. She had one hand between her legs, touching herself as she pinched and twisted one of her nipples with the other. Her eyes were closed and the moans that escaped her lips, though quiet, were exquisite. I had instant wood. Ann's hands roamed over her smooth, tanned skin, over her thighs, up to her neck, and through her shoulder length hair which was splayed across our new, white pillowcase. It was a beautiful sight. She touched herself so gently in places and so aggressively in others, biting her lower lip as she came close to orgasm and eased off before crossing her line. She was playing, and letting it build up into something more than just her cumming in her sheets. I'm good with my own orgasms and I can hold off till I feel like my balls are going to fall off my body. This is what Ann was doing to herself. I couldn't fight the urge to touch myself as I watched her pleasure herself. Touching all the places I wished I could touch, wished I could lick. I pushed my boxer briefs down enough for me to pull my diamond hard organ out over my waistband. It was engorged, the head taut, shiny and purple. The veins stood out strongly and my cock seemed to be frustrated that it couldn't continue to grow past it's beautiful if average measurements. I have a beautiful cock, a picture perfect cock, and I now had it in my hand, slowly stroking it as I watched Ann deftly manipulate herself to what promised to be a throbbing orgasm. Ann's moans grew slightly louder as she neared her climax. She was obviously unaware, much as I had been, that our rooms were connected, and her moans, rich with pleasure were drifting through the wall that separated us, and reaching my hyper aware ears. She looked so beautiful, her panties around one ankle, the morning sun falling beside her, across half of her bed, her eyes closed as she writhed on sheets I had placed on her bed only the day before. My hand squeezed my cock as we neared orgasm together. My breathing soon matched hers as we built to a powerful orgasm and when she crested into ecstasy, I wasn't far behind. Her moans grew louder and as I stood upon my office chair, my cock sticking out of my shorts I too moaned, a bit too loud apparently. The moaning in the next room stopped abruptly, a fact that slowly dawned on me as I moaned again as my cum splashed into my hand. "Hello? Is someone there? I froze as her eyes slowly rose to the vent in the wall; my cock still spurting cum into my hand. Ann stood up quickly on her bed, a white sheet quickly drawn around her body as she saw the light entering her room from my office. Our eyes met. "Oh my God. Jay? Is that you?" I panicked. In the middle of an orgasm, standing on an office chair with my swollen, pulsing cock in my hand, I panicked and in an instant the chair was no longer under me, it was shooting across the room as I feel backwards to strike my head on a coffee table, knocking myself out cold. I was only out for a couple minutes, but it was long enough. I came to with Ann kneeling beside me, sheet pulled tightly around her, concern in her eyes. I wasn't sure where I was, or why I couldn't hear Ann, who's mouth was moving silently. I knew my head hurt, I had a ringing in my ears, and I knew I was on my back on the floor, but some of the other circumstances of my situation escaped my hazy attention. Ann was holding my head and neck and forcing me to lie down and not to move, and as the fog cleared a bit, I started to get a bit concerned. In a growing kaleidoscope of muffled sound, her voice finally reached my ears. "Oh my God Jay, are you all right?" She was feeling the back of my head and looking at her hands. It looked like she was looking to see if I was bleeding. "Does anything hurt? Can you wiggle your toes? How many fingers am I holding up?" Her questions came too fast for me too answer, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me. "Shhhhh. Slow down. I think I'm all right. Just a bit cotton headed at the moment. I guess I fell and hit my head. Where did I fall from? I tried to look around but Ann pushed me down again. The look of concern slowly turning to a questioning and amused smile. "Well, Jay. I think you fell off your chair and hit your head on your coffee table. You have a nasty bump but I think you'll be OK. It serves you right though." "Serves me right?" I was confused by this apparent lack of sympathy for a fallen and injured man. "What do you mean it serves me right? I fell and hurt myself, and you think I deserve that?" "Well, if you hadn't been standing on your chair; if you had been a bit less nosey and respected my privacy a bit more, you wouldn't have hurt yourself." She leaned back on her heals, her hand still on my chest. Her hair was tosseled, her skin was flushed, and under that sheet, she was definitely naked. Slowly the clouds parted and I looked up at the vent in the wall. "Oh man, Oh God. You must. Oh you must be so..." As this all dawns on me I slowly look down at my shorts. There sticking out over the waist band of my Fruit o' the Loom's was my semi erect cock, dribbles of cumm running down it's side, pooling in my pubes. Down the side of her arm, which I was still holding was a smear of my cumm that screamed what I had been doing on the chair. "I, I, I...." I stuttered, and she smiled and put a finger to my lips. "Jay. I'm a bit surprised by this, but it's OK." I was a bit mad for a second, but now, I'm just glad you didn't break your neck." As I buried my face in my hands in embarrassment, she sat down beside me and pulled my hands away from my face. In my screwed up state, I had covered half of my face with my own cumm. I thought I might just die. But instead of her screaming at me for being a pervert, she just giggled. "It's ok Jay. I'm not mad. In fact, I'm really very flattered. I've been feeling a bit self-conscious these last few weeks about this growing belly. Not feeling quite like an attractive woman. But, I guess I still have it a bit, wouldn't you say?" "Ann. I'm sorry. I heard you as I was typing and I wasn't expecting to see, what I saw. You are so very beautiful, so beautiful. I think this little bump on your belly is just the most adorable thing ever." I reached out and ran my hand, the one that wasn't covered in cumm, over the soft skin of her belly as I looked in her eyes for forgiveness and some sign of her state of mind. I've always thought you were stunning, but what I saw though the vent, well, it will be with me for the rest of my life, it was that beautiful." "Oh, you're sweet for saying that." She leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, her lips pressed into me for several seconds as she held my face. "I think you're lucky you didn't kill yourself. Don't do that again OK?" She slowly pulled away but remained seated next to me her arm across my body, hand on the floor. Her other hand stroked my face. Completely unfazed by the fact that it was covered with cumm. The look in her eyes was a bit distant as though she was very far away and she smiled. I noticed some of my cumm on her cheek and lower lip. "Let's get you up." She helped pull me to my feet and walked me to a sofa I keep in my office for my introspective, reflective moments, or when I'm blocked and don't want to talk to anybody. I lay back and she padded to my desk where I had just ate and returned with a dish towel. I started to speak but she put a finger to my lips and she shushed me. Ann took the towel and folded it, then she slowly started to wipe the cum off my cheek, not paying any attention to the large amount that still covered her arm or the bit that was on her face. She then surprised me by moving down and wiping the cum off my belly. I held my breath when she lifted my cock with her hand and just looked at it for a moment as she slowly licked her bottom lip. Then she used the towel to wipe the cum from my cock and balls. She cleaned as much as she could off my shorts. Every now and again, looking up at me to smile. I never moved or said a word as she cared for me. She grasped the waistband of my shorts and patted my butt to get me to lift my ass off the couch and allow her to slide them off. I now lay on my couch naked below the waste with my wife's friend dabbing the cum out of my pubic hair with a towel as she gently held my steadily growing cock with the other. Slowly, the hand that held my cock started to stroke it up and down. Ann looked up at me and smiled and I smiled too as she continued to stroke my growing cock. I reached out and ran my hand up her thigh, under the sheet that covered her body, and almost died at the smoothness of her skin. Ann slowly released the sheet and it slide from her body, revealing to me once again her astounding form, breasts as big as oranges with pale pink nipples about the size of Skittles rising out of them. I ran my hand over her growing belly and around to her beautiful ass. I pulled her up to me but she pulled back, instead moving her body parallel to mine on the couch, offering me her pussy as she lifted one leg and thrust her womanhood out to me. I slowly maneuvered my face into her fine collection of pubic hair, relishing the fragrance of a pussy that only a short while ago, had succumbed to a racking orgasm at the hands of this beautiful woman. I worked my way between her legs, trying to reach her rich valley as I felt her warm lips envelope my cock. Her lips were so soft as they slid down the length of me, her tongue exploring the clefts and ridges of my now, rock solid hard-on. I moaned as she raked her nails gently over my scrotum and thighs. My tongue also found itself exploring as it moved over the topography of Ann's pussy. With slow wide strokes and deep probing thrusts I discovered more of her beauty. The soft feel on my face of her inner thighs was life altering. My hands reached around to grasp her ass, firmly kneading and stroking and simply loving how beautiful it was. It was soft to the touch but firm to handle, and I thrilled at the fact that I was now exploring this, which had been for so long, the object of my desire, the subject of my dreams. I was in heaven as I felt those two ass cheeks in my hands, my tongue in her pussy, and my cock in her mouth. She was good, gentle but firm, experienced and unhurried. We didn't speak as we pleasured each other on the couch that had on many nights been my sanctuary from the demons in my computer. I hugged Ann tightly as I ate her pussy then slowly pulled her around so I could kiss her lips. I pulled her in for a deep crushing kiss, our tongues battling for dominance in the others mouth. Our breath hot and moist as we worked ourselves into a bit of a fever. I could smell my cum on her cheek, it was like gas on a fire. I pulled her close and her legs spread, my cock finding it's purchase and with a gentle touch, she guided me into her welcoming pussy. We both let out a gratified moan as I slid my cock into her till I could go no further. We lay like that, relishing the heat and the buzz and then slowly we started to move against one another. She was grinding herself against my cock and I was holding her firmly against me as we slowly fucked each other silly. Unable to deny myself any longer I lifted her off me, something that elicited a pouty moan from her lips, but when I got up and positioned myself behind her, by cock nudging against her pussy again from this back position she happily pushed against me and I slid home again. Only this time, I was pushing against her beautiful ass. It was every bit as awesome as I expected. The heat of my cock sliding into her, my hips pressing against her cushioning bottom. We didn't do this for long before she started to moan a bit louder. Her breathing grew more stressed and finally she pulled away from me, my cock falling out of her grasping body. "Jay, I want you to fuck my ass." Her eyes told me everything. They told me that this is what she wanted and at the moment, what she needed. I was only too happy to oblige her and I spit on her pink rose bud. I massaged her back door with my thumb, sliding it in and working the muscle that would soon be stretching around my cock. "I don't need anything, just please fuck me. I need this so badly. If it does anything for you, you can spank me, I don't mind." I got into position behind her and slowly started my entrance into the tightest place I had ever entered. I didn't let up the pressure, I slowly pushed deeper into her until she opened up and I slid home with a faint pop. She gasped as I entered her to the full length of me and pushed hard against her, crushing my hips against her wonderful ass, wanting to never be separated from them again. I slowly pulled out and my cock fell out with an unceremonious plop and a moan from Ann, but I pushed into her again and this time I did it a bit faster. This time I didn't rest, I started to steadily piston into her and she started to moan loudly. Her moaning grew louder as I started to drive into her more forcefully, my hips slapping against her ass. Have I mentioned that I'm an ass man, and Ann has the best ass I've ever seen in my life. Well I couldn't believe that I was balls deep inside that ass when Ann started to shake. Her whole body started to shake like she was hypothermic or something and her moans were becoming restrained screams. I was set afire by this and doubled my efforts. I was pounding against her, and she was burying her face in the couch trying to muffle her cries, then she reached her pinnacle and an amazing orgasm took hold of her. She started to sob and moan as she spasmed on my couch. I didn't let up, I continued to fuck her hard, loving the effect I was having on this Angel, this Goddess, this beautiful and at the moment unrestrained creature. She fell onto her belly and started to tap the couch. Crying out, into the cushions. And I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, pulling at the insides of my thighs, threatening to rip the head off my cock when I reached orgasm. She started to call my name as she screamed on my couch, her body spasming in all its sensitized loveliness and I crested, powerfully, cumming hard deep inside her ass. Ann was slapping the couch and crying out my name, What I Saw Through The Vent "Jay. Jay. Jay, fuck my ass! You're fucking my ass. Oh my God Jay, You're fucking the hell out of my ass. I love it, I love it, I fucking love it." I collapsed on top of her, my cock still deep inside her, throbbing, twitching and spurting my cum into her beautiful, round, welcoming ass. I couldn't believe it. I could hardly breathe from the exertion of the experience and we lay like that on my couch till I grew small and fell out of her ass. We snuggled and necked some more and then showered in time to make lunch for the family. We ate content as our bodies still tingled from our session in my study. Ann has been with us now for 4 months and her belly is progressing lovely. So being the chump that I am, I felt awful for fucking my wife's friend, so I fessed up. I guess, Anne fessed up first and my wife already knew. She was pissed, and she stayed pissed for a few days, but the change in Anne was unmistakable, so she got over it. Anne and I still fuck, my wife is all right with it, but she told me, she'll never, EVER divorce me, so not to get my head all screwed up with this stuff and fall in love. So life is good. Sex is good, but it's more than that. I'm helping Anne through an amazing part of her life and loving it. The wife said Anne can stay as long as she likes and they're still great friends, I guess they've sorted out their territory so to speak. And my writing? It has never flowed like it has in this short time. Things couldn't be better. That is unless more of my wife's friends start to show up for visits.