0 comments/ 208718 views/ 15 favorites In the Den By: Sadie26 Janet was 41, tall with long red hair and gorgeous green eyes. Her son, Cameron, was your typical handsome son ... 6'2, shoulder length blonde hair and big blue eyes. He had taken after his father who had died when Cameron was just an infant. Janet had always had to keep her eye on her son. Lots of girls would have given anything for just 5 minutes alone with him. Cameron was the all american boy at school, quarterback for his college football team, straight A student, best friend to everyone. So it was no surprise to Janet to learn that her son was interested in a career as a professional football player. She smiled as she dusted Cameron's high school football picture, remembering the day it was taken. He was coming home from college this weekend and Janet was very excited to see him. She hurriedly buzzed around the house, humming to herself as the time got closer and closer for her to leave for the airport. As she stood there, she became very nervous. She hadn't seen her son in almost 6 months. Just then a voice over the loudspeaker announced Flight 343 had just landed. A huge smile came across her face as she made her way thru the congested airport, searching the sea of faces for her son. "Mom!! Mom!! Over here!!!" came a voice from the end of the line. "Oh Cameron!!!" she said, crying as she ran and embraced her son. They stood there, just hugging, for what seemed to be hours. "I've missed you so much Cameron," she said, wiping away her tears. "I've missed you too Mom," he answered. They made their way thru the airport to claim his luggage before heading home. All thru the drive, Janet found it hard to keep her eyes off of her son, who seemed to have grown, in all areas, in such a short time. "Is something wrong Mom?," he asked, smiling. "N-no nothing honey," she answered, turning her attention back to the road. Cameron was happy to finally be home. He entered the house, dropping his luggage. "Looks great in here Mom," he said. "Thanks honey, you hungry?" she asked. "Yeah but I can fix something Mom, you just sit down," he said, walking into the kitchen. Again, Janet found herself distracted by her son. His physique had changed so much since she had last seen him. She watched him as he bent over in front of the refrigerator, scanning its contents. His ass was so firm. His arms were so big, so strong. She licked her lips as she watched the muscles in his back flex as he stood, closing the refrigerator. He turned to see her face flushed, as if she was going to pass out. "Are you ok, Mom?" he asked, fixing a sandwich. "Y-yes, I'm fine honey," she said, smiling, "It's just a bit warm today." "Yeah I was thinking of taking a dip in the pool after lunch, you wanna join me?" he asked. "No, I have some paperwork to catch up on, but you go ahead honey," she said. She dismissed herself and went into the den, shutting the door. As she sat at her desk her mind raced with thoughts of Cameron and his delicious body. It was so tan, so firm, so strong. Before she realized it she had placed one foot on the bottom drawer and the other foot up on her desk. Her hands had made their way between her firm thighs, the tips of her fingers teasing the lace from her panties which were already becoming wet. Her black skirt bunched up under her ass as her fingers slid inside her smooth, wet pussy. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, probing herself deeper. Her other hand reaching up, snapping the buttons on her shirt, causing them to fly across the room. Her trembling hand slid inside her silk shirt, rubbing her left nipple firmly. Soft, sensual moans escaped her lips as she fantasized about the sexy young man her son had become. She imagined his hands all over her body. She wanted HIS fingers inside her, probing her deeply. She wanted HIS hands rubbing her nipples firmly. She moaned louder, pinching her nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she began pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy harder. She was jerked back to reality when she heard Cameron open the door. "You ok, Mom?" he asked her, peeking his head around the corner. "I'm fine honey," she answered, a little embarrassed. But before she could remove her fingers, Cameron entered the den. He stood there for a moment, just looking. There was his mother, legs spread, totally engulfed in finger fucking herself. Her panties were down around her ankles, her blouse had been ripped open and she was covered in small droplets of sweat. They both remained silent, just staring at each other. Janet could not help but look down and notice that her son was becoming very erect. She licked her lips and smiled. "Do you like what you see honey?" she asked, still slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. "Yes, yes it's very hot," he answered, breathlessly. "Take it out," she whispered. Cameron wasted no time reaching down, quickly unzipping his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. Janet was surprised to see that her son was wearing no underwear. She was even more surprised to see the giant erection that had been hiding behind that tight denim. He walked a few steps towards her, as he held his cock in his hand, stroking it gently. There were no words spoken between them as he gently placed the tip of his cock to his mother's pouty lips. He traced the curves of her bottom lip, his tip already becoming wet with pre cum. Janet slid her tongue out, flicking the tip of her son's cock, teasing it as she looked up to find him smiling, his eyes closed. Her fingers steadily picking up the pace as they probed her insides. She placed her thumb on her clit, rubbing it softly in small circles. Cameron extended his hand and gently placed it behind his mother's head, pulling it closer to his cock. He opened his eyes and looked down at her as she slowly wrapped her tight, warm lips around his young cock. He groaned as she made her way down, inch by inch, slobbering all over her son's shaft. He began moving his hips slowly, fucking her mouth. He watched her fingers as they slid in and out of her pussy. He could hear her juices, they made a loud, wet slapping noise each time she pumped her fingers in and out, deeper and a little faster each time. "Oh God Mom, don't stop, that feels so good," he moaned, holding her hair a little tighter, pushing her mouth further down on his cock. He began moving his hips faster, fucking her mouth deeper. Her fingers fucked her pussy harder as she groaned louder. Her mouth sliding up and down his cock faster. He groaned louder as he felt the back of her throat tighten around his cock, milking him, wanting his young cum to coat her throat. Her moans bounced off the wall as her body quivered, preparing to climax. Cameron started fucking his mother's mouth hard, with purpose, preparing for his own climax. Together they groaned as their bodies gave in, sending them over the edge. Their moans mixed together like the sound of erotic angels. Janet's body shook violently as she rode out her climax. "Oh God Mom, Oh shit, ahhhhhhhh, God yes!!!," he screamed as he dumped thick, warm ropes of cum deep into his mother's throat. His whole body jerking as she sucked his sensitive cock, milking every drop from the man she had given birth to. Finally, sliding her mouth up his shaft to his tip, gently swirling her tongue around his hole, inside it, then back out. Licking it one more time, getting every last drop. Watching her do this made Cameron hotter. He became so turned on before Janet realized it, her son was on his knees between her legs. His warm, young tongue slithered up her inner thighs. She looked down, watching him work his mouth over her quivering flesh. She spread her legs wider and wrapped them around her son's shoulders, opening her pussy wide. His warm mouth made its way to her pussy. She smiled as she felt his hot breath cover her pussy lips and sneak inside her. His young tongue slithered deep within her pussy like a seductive snake closing in on its prey. She moaned and wiggled further down into her chair. Her hand reaching between her legs, gently grabbing a handful of Cameron's hair, pushing him into her pussy. The tip of his nose massaged her clit as he gently sucked her smooth wet pussy lips. She groaned loudly as she rode her son's tongue. Her hips bucking slowly, grinding down on his face. She gasped as she felt his thick finger penetrate her pussy. The same finger she had fantasized about. It slowly pumped in and out of her as Cameron's tongue fucked his mother. His mouth gently, but firmly grabbing her clit, grinding it in his teeth. His finger slowly withdrawing from her saturated pussy. He looked up at her, her eyes were closed, her tongue tracing her bottom lip and her breaths were heavy. He could tell she was near her climax again. So he wasted no time slowly sliding his thick finger into her ass, spreading her walls. She began panting, but obviously enjoying what her son was doing to her. He pumped his finger in and out of his mother's ass in rhythm with his tongue fucking her pussy. Her groans became louder as she began bucking her hips harder, riding his face and finger. He watched her the whole time. He loved the way her tits bounced, they were so round, so beautiful. Her grip on his hair became tighter as she moaned, "Oh God Cameron, Mommy's gonna cum, fuck make Mommy cum baby." His finger began fucking her harder as he sucked her clit tightly. One final scream and she came, squirting her thick, sweet warm juice all over his face. A small trickle ran down her ass onto Cameron's hand. He continued sucking her clit as she rode her climax out. Her body shook violently, he could feel her pussy quivering around his tongue as he slowly withdrew it. He leaned down and licked her juices from his hand as he slowly pulled his finger from her ass. She sat there, limp in her desk chair, smiling at her son. "I want you Mom," he said. She leaned down to kiss him, sucking her juices from his mouth. The smell of her pussy on her son's lips excited Janet. She wanted her son to fuck her now more then ever. She extended her hand for Cameron to pull her to the floor. She got on all fours, leaning down and placing her head on the floor with her ass up high. Cameron smiled and licked his lips as he looked into his mother's pussy, so wet, so ready for his cock. He climbed up behind her, pulling her skirt up to her hips. He slowly slid his cock just inside her pussy lips. She moaned as she felt him throbbing, knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him. "Baby, do it, fuck me," she whispered. He smiled again, grabbing her hips gently and slowly sliding his cock into his mother. He could hear her gasp as she felt him penetrate her. Inch by inch his cock spread her tight pussy walls. He groaned as he felt her tighten around his shaft. He slowly began pumping his cock in and out of her. "Oh baby, that's it, fuck Mommy, show her how much you love her baby," she pleaded. Her words drove Cameron wild and he began fucking her harder, gripping her hips tighter. She slid her hand under her stomach and made her way to her clit. She wasted no time working her clit with her long, slender fingers, rubbing it furiously as her son fucked her. Her body rocked with his thrusts. She moaned loudly as she felt him slap her ass, the sound echoing thru the small den. The sting made her hot and she began rubbing her clit so hard her body slammed back into her son. Their bodies fucking each other with such precision, such rhythm. "Do it again baby, please!!," she begged. Cameron smiled as he raised his hand and lowered it to his mother's ass again, leaving his large handprint on her right cheek. "Mmmm, baby .... Mommy's gonna cum again baby, don't stop!," she moaned. Cameron was nearing his own climax as he pumped harder, deeper and faster. His fingers dug into his mother's hips as he closed his eyes, groaning loudly. "Oh shit, here it cums Mom, ahhhhhhhhh God yes!," he groaned, dumping his cum into his mother's pussy. "Oh my God baby!! oh God Cameron, mmmmmm, yeahhhh that's it baby!!," she screamed, cumming for the third time. Her juices coating her son's thick cock. He looked down to see a small amount of cum trickling from his mother's pussy. Their breaths were ragged as he slowly withdrew his cock. "Lay here with me baby," Janet whispered as she stretched out on the floor. The two lovers eventually drifted off to sleep on the floor, awakening to the doorbell the next morning. It was some of Cameron's friends. They quickly put their clothes back on, giggling like school kids, bumping into each other. Cameron excused himself as Janet made her way to the kitchen, in desperate need of some coffee. She smiled as she replayed the night's events in her mind. Her fantasy had become a reality and the rest of Cameron's spring break at home was a repeat of the first night in the den. The day for Cameron to return to school at arrived. Both of them were sad, but knew he had to go. Janet tearfully watched her son board the plane, but couldn't help but smile, knowing their relationship had reached a whole new plateau. Weeks passed and Cameron found it hard to concentrate at school. He often found his thoughts drifting to the den, his mother and her delicious pussy. He returned to his dorm to find a letter from her on his desk. It read as follows : Dear Cameron, I hope all is well at school. I think about you constantly and wonder if you're thinking of me too. I received some news today that I'm not sure how you will handle. I hope you are sitting down ....... I'm pregnant Cameron. I'm going to have your baby. I love you son and I look forward to when you come home for Thanksgiving so we can welcome our child into the world together. Talk to you soon. All my love, Mom In The Depths of the Library Kayla sat beside Sarah on the campus lawn, facing down towards the empty amphitheater. The sun was beaming, providing enough heat to make the bright spring day feel unseasonably hot. It was three weeks since their night of intimacy. Things had been slightly awkward the next morning, but they'd quickly settled back in to their friendship. While they hadn't repeated the event, they had both become more open with their masturbation. That is, Kayla had been more brazen with her night time masturbation and Sarah had usually joined in before she was finished. "So did you want to come to Stereo-Wave with me?" Kayla asked, taking a sip from her takeout coffee cup. "That music festival? I don't know...I don't really have the money at the moment. And I've got a heap of essays to get done." Sarah sighed before continuing, "It's like all the professors get together and plan when they give out essays to see if they can make us have a breakdown." "You always stress too much about those things. Anyway, just let me know if you change your mind." Kayla took another sip, glancing over at Sarah and wondering whether she should ask her the question that had been burning in her mind and motivated some of her night time efforts. Sarah narrowed her eyes. "What's up with you lately? Is it...you know?" Kayla smiled. "You mean the night we-" "Kayla!" Sarah interrupted. "Geez, calm down, Sarah. No, it's not that. Look...you know that older guy you were seeing?" "Tom?" "Yeah...you're not still seeing him, right?" "No! Like I said, it was just a one-time thing...he's way too old." "Ahuh...well...what would you think if I hooked up with him? Just as a one-time thing." She threw Sarah a wink. "You want to...? Umm...sure. I guess. Why?" The question had caught her off guard. Not that she appeared to mind, just that she didn't expect her friend to basically ask her if she could have sex with a guy she'd been with previously. "I just haven't been able to get the idea out of my head since that night. I kinda thought you might want to join us, you know?" "What!? No!" Sarah exclaimed. Kayla stifled a laugh, "So just him and me, huh?" "Sure, just leave me out of this." "Hey, your loss. I'll let you know how it goes." Kayla patted her friend on the knee before they rose and started towards their morning class. +++++ Tom used his pen to brush his greying fringe from his eyes, then tapped the end against the side of his forehead. He liked to think of himself as dashing, and believed he was good looking enough to be in a shaving commercial. Chiseled jaw line, piercing blue eyes, and brown hair that was slowly turning pepper grey. He didn't think of himself as vain though, despite the fact that he most definitely was. He sat in the large, quiet library, studying at one of the tables along the wall. The shelves, filled with research books, were bathed in the orange light of sunset. The other tables around him were empty, and the place was mostly devoid of students. Seven months in to his three year Masters of Biomedical Research, and he was in a steady rhythm at college. Returning to studying at an age approaching 40 had been a big decision, but so many things had pointed to it being the right one to make. With his divorced finalized, he felt ready to focus on his career, and it helped that his company was offering support for his tuition. His boss had practically guaranteed to double his wage upon his completion of the course. As a newly single male, the decision was also helped by the sheer number of hot young women he'd seen around campus on his initial tour, and he hadn't been disappointed since his arrival either. It seemed like a procession of hot girls had come to him, all wanting to work through some daddy fantasy. He'd had more sex in the past half a year than he'd had in the previous eight with his wife. He did his best to avoid any complications though, making a habit of fucking them and moving on. It seems he was getting rather forgetful as he aged, as he always seemed to lose their phone numbers after he'd fucked them. It was the sound of someone approaching that made him snap out of his reflection. He watched as a young blonde walked down one of the aisles of books, her eyes scanning the shelves for one in particular. That wasn't what kept his attention though. It was the bouncing of her large chest as she walked, her breasts jiggling in her tight top with each step. Was she not wearing a bra? The girl stopped, flicked one of her blonde pig tails over her shoulder, shot a quick glance down the end of the aisle in his direction, and then focused on the books in front of her. He was about to return back to his own studies, when he noticed her bend over to look at some books on the bottom shelf causing her short skirt to ride up and expose the creaminess of her thighs. She seemed to find what she was looking for, but pulled the book out and remained bent over as she read the back cover. He craned his head and strained his eyes. Was that the hint of an ass cheek he could make out peeking out from beneath her skirt? She stood, gathering the book under her arm and started walking down the aisle in his direction. He casually kept his eyes on her, then stretched back in his chair to draw her attention to him. It worked, and he gave her his most charming smile. He liked to think of it as a roguish grin, something Roger Moore would have displayed as James Bond. She smiled back, lowering her eyes slightly and fluttering her eyelashes, as she began moving directly for his table. "Hi!" She said, "this chair taken?" Her voice bubbling over with perkiness. "No, absolutely not. It's all yours." He offered, smirking internally, thinking to himself that the game was on. She took her seat opposite him, setting out a notepad and a bottle of water, then hunched over and began reading the book she picked out. With her low cut top he had an unhindered view of her cleavage, and it was an impressive cleavage at that, definitely bigger than his ex-wife's B cup. He dropped his eyes from her inviting cleavage down to the title of her book. 'The Making of the Industrial Age'. "Are you taking some kind of history class?" He enquired. "Yeah, but it's just an elective. Honestly...I'm not really doing that well in it. History is hard." Now there's an opening, he thought, the classic tutorer that gets repaid with sex. "Hmm...maybe I could help you out? I've got a pretty good knowledge of history." "Yeah, I could totally do with the help! I guess you've probably lived your fair share of history too, right? My name's Kayla by the way." She said, fluttering her eyelashes and offering a delicate hand. He took her hand gently, and returned, "Er...Tom." He was beginning to wonder how such a ditzy blonde could even make it to university. That tutoring might be more work than the sex was worth. "So at the moment we're learning about Japan. Like...how it became an industrialized country in the build up to World War 2." Shit. What the hell did he know about Japan? He decided to wing it. "Yes, well of course following the opening up of Japan by America there was rapid industrialization." What was that guy's name? Perry? Matthew Perry? Wasn't he that actor in Friends? "I know, right? The Meiji restoration is such an interesting time in Japanese history. Anyway, I really gotta get reading, have to finish up this essay by the end of the week." She smiled and lowered her head down to continue reading, occasionally making notes on the notepad beside her. Tom returned to his own reading, but couldn't help sneaking glances at her chest, noting the unmistakable outlines of her nipples. He knew he wouldn't be able to focus, not with the thoughts of her breasts filling his mind and most of his vision. She shifted, reaching down around her feet and he was treated with a deeper view of her generous cleavage. He stared at those milky white curves, like a lion at a lone impala. When she straightened she glanced over at him, and he smiled at her. What did it matter to him if a girl caught him checking out her tits? She should be flattered. That's when he felt her bare foot begin to rub lightly up the inside of his calf. He looked up at her, but her eyes were focused on her book. Her sly grin was the only thing that betrayed her actions beneath the table. Seems like she was flattered all right. Guess he wouldn't have to bother with the tutoring. He pretended to continue his own reading, wondering how far this slut would be willing to go in a public library. She continued rubbing his leg, her foot gradually drifting higher up until she was stroking his inner thigh with the balls of her feet. As she moved higher he could feel his cock stiffen and begin to strain at the crotch of his jeans. She looked up, directing that sly grin at him. "So is your reading...hard?" God, she was going to make lame suggestive puns? It was a good thing she was coming on to him, as he'd have had to walk away from her otherwise. Even he had standards. "I suppose you could say that." If you were an idiot, he added internally. She shifted her toes up to his crotch and found his bulging cock, then, curling her toes, she pressed them against it. He spread his thighs wider, giving her more freedom to stroke her foot up and down it. She massaged his crotch with her foot, maintaining her stare and studying him for signs of pleasure. He did his best to keep the pleasure from his face, but pushed his crotch back against her foot. If he was honest, the whole scenario was like a fantasy come to life. Having a hot young woman waltz down towards you with her tits bouncing, sit down at your table and immediately start hitting on you was a sure fire way to get a man's blood pumping. While he'd had more than his fair share of young pussy since coming to university, this was the most brazen a girl had been. Not to mention it was in a library. He briefly wondered whether this girl was the holy grail of women, a nymphomaniac. With her eyes on his, she took her pen and dropped it beneath the table. "Oops!" She winked, then lowered her foot from his crotch and got down on the floor under the table. It was a brief moment that she was under the table and he wondered what she was planning, before her hand shot straight in between his thighs and grasped his manhood. He looked down, startlement turning to gratification as her fingers tightened around his shaft. She squeezed it, briefly feeling the thickness of his cock before her hand retracted. She got back up from under the table. "Found it!" she said, adding another wink. OK, he'd had enough of the playful teasing. She'd had her fun and gotten him hard, now it was his turn to lead things to where he wanted it to go. He had to fuck this tease. His hormones were raging as a result of this big titted girl's actions. "So...did you want to come back to my apartment? I could help you with your history studies." "Oh I don't know about going back to a stranger's apartment...who knows what sort of things they might do to me, you know?" Like fuck you all night long? What was she expecting? To tease him, get him hard and then just walk away? She paused briefly to think, then continued, "I really should stay in the library and keep studying...but I am done with this book. Why don't you come help me put it away?" He was initially confused by the return of that sly grin of hers, but then it dawned on him. She wanted to fool around in the library. This girl was definitely the holy grail of college girls. "Hah, sure." He couldn't believe his luck, this hot young thing was throwing herself at him. She must really have a thing for older guys, he thought. They both gathered their things and he followed her swaying ass between the rows of books. He didn't bother trying to hide the bulge in his jeans, what was there to be ashamed of? She led the way back deeper into the library, and then down a flight of stairs into the basement stacks, her skirt swishing with every step. The place was practically deserted down there, and they walked past one empty aisle after another, before turning down one. She stopped suddenly and turned to him with a smirk, eyeing up the lump at his crotch, "Good to know that an old guy like you can still get it up." Her tone had changed suddenly from the ditzy young flirt to a more assured, confident seductress. "Oh I have no problem with that." He countered, reassessing the voluptuous blonde, "The question is: does a young, inexperienced girl like you know what to do with it?" "Who said anything about inexperienced?" She stepped in to his arms and kissed his cheek lightly. She looked into his eyes through lowered lashes and he felt her move her hips against him, grinding against his bulge. Leaning down, Tom breathed in her ear, "I'm sure there are things I can do for you that none of those college boys could pull off with their nervous fumbling." And as he finished he took her earlobe between his lips, sucking on it. She let out a soft moan, and he knew she'd be like butter in his hands. He nibbled lightly on her earlobe and began sliding his hand up under her top, slipping it over the bare skin of her taught stomach to cup one of her breasts. Since he'd seen her he'd been aching to fondle her chest, and she did nothing to stop him as he used his thumb to brush lightly against the underside of her nipple. Her body shivered in response and she wrapped her arms around him. Tom let his thumb slide back and forth over her nipple while he kissed down her neck. It was almost like he was on his honeymoon with his ex-wife again the way the hormones coursed through his blood. His cock throbbed and the thoughts of fucking this young woman dominated his mind. He'd already forgotten they were in a library, as his hands worked her tits. It was a thrill to have this girl pressing herself against his body, to feel her perky young tits in his hand. He moved his other hand under her top, pushing the material up to complete expose her bare chest. He used both hands to grope and tease her soft, smooth breasts. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back and with each passing of his thumb over her nipples she let out a sexy low gasp. The two of them facing each other between the dusty shelves of books was a sight to behold. The handsome older man groping at the hot blonde's exposed tits, her pink nipples stiff beneath his attentive fingers. Her face showed an uninhibited expression of the pleasure she was feeling, with her luscious lips parted in a soft 'O'. He used his fingertips to tease lightly on the sensitive underside of her nipples, flicking back and forth, lightly grazing across the areolas. Her nipples were hardened like buttons on her rounded breasts, and as he looked at them he had the deep urge to take one into his mouth. He gave in, leaning down to her chest to take one of her nipples between his lips. First he kissed it, then he flicked his tongue up over it and curled around it. Her response was an immediate low moan, which encourage him to keep licking. At first softly, grazing his tongue over it, but gradually licking it harder and pursing his lips on it. He even took it between his teeth and bit gently on it, causing another gasp to escape her lips. She was like putty in his hands now; weak, young, horny putty. He smoothly pushed his now free hand up under her skirt and found round, bare ass cheeks, with the material of a thong between them. He bit down on her nipple again, this time harder, and pinched her other nipple between his fingers. As he did so, he cupped one of the soft round cheeks of her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. She responded by moaning again and arching her back, pushing her ass against his hand. He took this movement as encouragement for further exploration and inched his fingers down between the cheeks, following the material of her thong. As his fingers moved over her asshole she moaned again, an extended 'Yessss'. He removed his mouth from her nipple, giving it one final flick of his tongue before he stood and whispered by her ear, "I'm going to make you so wet that it drips down your thighs and you beg me to fuck you right here." She moaned in response and he delved his fingers deeper, finding the damp crotch of her thong. He pressed his fingers against her wetness and clamped his teeth down on her neck in a firm bite. She gasped a soft and drawn out sigh by his ear, clearly lost in the pleasure of his hands on her body. He licked and sucked her neck while pinching and tugging on her nipple with one hand, while the other hand rubbed along her slit over her thong. As he found the bump of her aroused clit, her body shuddered against his. He hooked a finger in her thong and began dragging it down her thighs, peeling it away from her wet pussy. She seemed to want it off just as much as he did and wiggled her hips to assist. The thong dropped from beneath her skirt down her creamy thighs, falling to the ground around her ankles before she kicked it off her feet and up the aisle of books. He smiled inwardly, certain that he'd have his chance to fuck this little slut right here in the library. He quickly moved his hand back under her skit from the front, pushing it between her thighs and finding the slippery lips of her pussy. He used his fingers in long strokes from her wet opening up to the nub of her clit. He continued to emphasize each bump of her clit with a pinch on her hard nipple. She moaned at every pinch now, her breathing heavy by his ear while he worked her slit. She pushed her hips forward against his fingers, and he found his fingertips pressing into the opening of her pussy. Her hole felt like it was gaping open, aching to accept his fingers. He pushed two fingers in deeply, but felt room for more and added a third. A long, low, "Ohhh" released from her lips, and she stiffened in his arms. "Mmm. Finger me, Tom. God, if you make me cum right here I'll suck your cock." He'd been expecting to feel her lips around his cock at some point anyway, but her offer spurred him to shove his fingers harder inside of her. She met his thrusts and pushed herself forward onto his hand. She was frantic already, grinding herself against his hand, and he felt her stiff clit against the palm of his hand. With each thrust of his fingers, and each push of her hips, she was not only taking his fingers into her pussy, but she was grinding her clit into his hand. This little slut knew how to enjoy herself. Tom pushed her back up against the book shelves and leaned back down to her expose chest. If there was one thing he loved about fucking younger girls it was how perky their tits were. He lowered his mouth down to her tits again, flicking his tongue across her nipple while his fingers slammed into her pussy. Each thrust was met with growing moans as he relentlessly pounded her pussy with three fingers. Her body was shuddering and her hip thrusts became short, sharp humps against his hand. He could sense she was at the edge of cumming, and he wanted to throw her over it. He decided to try something that always sent his ex-wife into thrashing orgasms. He dropped his hand from her chest down around behind her, slipping it under her skirt and onto the cheeks of her ass. His fingers probed between them, finding her tight little anus, and pressed against it. Her response was another, deeper moan, and with that encouragement he pushed a finger against her asshole. He felt the opening relax and his finger was suddenly deep inside her warm ass. Almost instantly, he felt both of her holes contracting, squeezing tight around his fingers as her orgasm overcame her. Her moans were probably audible to anyone nearby, but he wasn't ashamed of being caught fingering a hot young blonde. He closed his lips around her nipple and began to suck as she came. He buried his finger in her asshole and continue thrusting his other hand against her pussy. He flattened his palm against her, letting her continue to grind on it while she came. His fingers were soaked with her juices, and he could feel it dripping down his hand. In The Depths of the Library Kayla lay her head back against the books as her orgasm flooded her body with pleasure. She bucked her hips against his hand, riding hard on his fingers. Tom flicked his tongue over her nipple and continued thrusting into her as her orgasm played out, the rhythmic contractions of her pussy gradually easing on his fingers. It seemed to end with one last lunge forward onto his fingers, then she pushed his hand away, still gasping from the intensity of it. She reached down and grabbed his thick grey hair, pulling him up from her breasts and planting her lips on his in a wet and passionate kiss. She threw herself into the kiss, pushing her tongue eagerly into his mouth to play against his. Their lips locked together as she pressed her lithe body against his and he could feel her stiff nipples forced against his chest. As suddenly as the kiss began, she retreated from it and snaked her hand down to his crotch, unzipping his jeans and delving her hand free his cock from his briefs. It sprang out instantly as if on a loaded spring, and she wasted no time in tightening her fingers around it. "A promise is a promise, right? Ever been given a blowjob in public before?" He shook his head 'no' in response, his eyes sparkling roguishly. Her smile widened, turning into a mischievous grin. Unsurprisingly, it suited her. She lowered herself down to her knees in front of him, the moistened tip of his cock hovering in front of her lips. She looked up at him with round, falsely innocent eyes, then flicked her tongue out against the bulging, pink head. Her fingers remained tightly gripping the thick shaft as she continued to lick the head as if it were candy. Tom stifled his groans and leant back against the shelves of books. Either he'd found a girl with a major fetish for older men, or he'd found a nymphomaniac. The answer didn't really matter though when a girl was on her knees in front of you licking your cock. The tip of her tongue found the slit at the top of his cock and teased against it, tasting his pre-cum. She retracted her hand down around the shaft, tugging down on it squeezing, while using her tongue to lick around the sensitive head of his cock. Tom fought to maintain his composure, breathing deeply and performing his old trick of naming World Series winners, something he hadn't had to do since he was a teenager. Kayla moved her hand and closed her lips in around his cock. She slowly worked her way down on it, taking it in against the back of her throat. It was a mark of pride for her to be able to deep throat guys, although Tom's large member was testing her limits. An audible moan escaped Tom's lips, unable to hold it back at the feel of her warm lips enveloping nearly the length of his cock. His pleasure was interrupted, however, when Kayla pulled back and looked around with wide eyes. "Did you hear that?" She rose up from her knees, looking up and down the aisle. "Huh...? What?" Tom's stiff cock remained poking out from his jeans, glistening with her saliva. "I think there might be someone there. Wait. Let me check." And she made her way to the end of the aisle, looking left and right before returning back to Tom. She kept throwing glances back over her shoulder, but a wide grin split her face. "So are you going to finish what you started?" It came out as more of a demand than Tom intended, but fuck it. It's tough on a guy to be left high and dry in the middle of a blowjob. "Aww, I'm sorry." She said with mock sincerity. She stepped close to him, her fingers slipping around his thick shaft, squeezing as she leaned in and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "I can think of something even more wild though..." She tugged on his cock as she said the word wild. "Wild...?" She held her lips an inch from his ear and whispered sensually, "Take that big cock of yours and fuck my ass, right here, right now." What guy would pass on that offer? Especially after having a half-finished blowjob. His cock was practically throbbing with eagerness to be inside her, whatever hole. He stroked his hands down her slim body and under her skirt to cup her rounded ass. "You sure you can even take something this big in your tight little asshole?" She smiled that wicked smile again, "Oh, I know I can take it. I'm more worried about whether you can keep it up long enough for it to be worth it. Now are you going to fuck my ass or stand there with your cock hanging out?" Roughly, Tom grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, forcing her to bend forward and expose her ass from beneath her skirt. If this little slut wanted to be fucked in the ass, then he'd fuck her ass so hard she wouldn't be able to walk straight for days. Kayla reached back and spread her ass cheeks open, exposing her tightly puckered little hole. The sight would be one that would remain burned into Tom's mind, this hot young blonde in pig tails and a short skirt, bent over with her ass spread open and that rose bud like hole waiting to be filled. Tom's hand slid down between the cleft of her ass cheeks, rubbing past her asshole and on to her wet pussy. A soft moan escaped Kayla's lips as his fingers pushed into her opening, and a smile tugged at the corner of Tom's mouth. Knowing what she wanted now meant he could do the teasing, and he was going to enjoy making this hot little slut beg. He delved his fingers into her wet pussy, pushing three fingers inside of her and spreading them apart to make her gape. His fingers found little resistance and he began to thrust them, spreading her open each time her forced them in deep. She was clearly aroused and eager for more, pushing herself back against his digits. He moved in closely behind her, his stiff prick poking against the cheek of her exposed ass and smearing pre-cum over her skin. With his fingers deep inside of her pussy, he leered over her and asked, "Aren't you going to beg for me to fill your ass with my cock?" "I don't need to beg, I know you want to cum in my ass." Was her defiant response. Her next words turned into a grunt as Tom thrust his fingers hard up into her cunt. With his free hand he grabbed the thick shaft of his cock and began to slowly stroke it, keeping it hard and ready to ram into her ass. He withdrew his finger from her pussy, leaving it yawning open, and rubbed his wet fingers all over her asshole. The juices acted as lubricant as he pushed a finger into her ass, which was quickly followed by a second finger as he felt her anus relax. Kayla arched her back and moaned as she felt his fingers sliding into her asshole. It always sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine when her ass was played with, and knowing what was to cum just made her pussy all the more wet. Anal had been one of her favorite sexual pleasures for a long time now, and she often used a butt plug to accompany her masturbation efforts. The orgasms were always incredibly intense, the pleasure from her ass and pussy reflecting and multiplying each other. Her thoughts were broken then as Tom removed his fingers, dragging them out of her warm ass. Without further warning, Tom guided his cock in between the cheeks of her ass, and pressed the bulging head against her anus. He could feel the muscles of her opening, tight at first, then relaxing and accepting his cock. He gently pushed it forward, sinking his stiff cock deep inside her rear. Kayla exhaled as she felt his cock slide inside of her ass, forcing herself to relax and take the full length of his shaft. The breadth of it stretched her open wider than she was used to with her butt plug, but a brief burst of pain was overcome by a fulfilling satiation. For Kayla it was like have an itch quenched, or an ache soothed. When her asshole was stretched and filled it made her pussy throb in reciprocated pleasure, and she could feel her juices oozing from her pussy and running down her inner thigh. Tom clenched and held his breath momentarily, trying to regain control over the situation. To be honest, the feel of her warm ass with the opening squeezing tight around his shaft had almost caused him to shoot his load immediately. He didn't want this to finish so early, not when he had to teach this little slut a lesson about teasing a real man. With his hands on the skirt, which was rumpled up around her hips, he cautiously drew back and performed a shallow thrust. She gasped at the movement, and he struggled to hold in his own. They were connected now in a moment of intense mutual pleasure, oblivious to their surroundings in the depths of the library. Anyone that wandered by in that moment would have beheld a sight worthy of any porn. The young, attractive girl in pigtails, her skirt flipped up and her breasts exposed. The handsome middle-aged man behind her, gripping her powerfully as he began to thrust into her asshole. Gradually his pace quickened, thrusting into her ass, while the whole time he desperately struggled to recite his list of World Series winners. Each thrust saw his cock pulling back further, until her anus bumped against the ridge at the base of the head, before ploughing deep into her backside again. Shots of pleasure fired through his body, making his legs shake as he continue to fuck her asshole. He was so lost in his own pleasure that it took him a moment to realize that Kayla's hand was down between her legs, rubbing voraciously at her clit. She'd been desperate to give her clit some attention, as the pleasure had turned to an aching need for complete satisfaction. His thick cock buried in her ass was enough to keep her horny all day, but the throbbing in her clit had demanded more from her. She drove her hips back and forth, grinding against her stiffened clit and pushing back on Tom's cock as it thrust into her ass. The evening sun bathed them in an orange light, turning their exposed skin golden. It glistened and sparkled in the juices that leaked down Kayla's thigh towards the library floor. And as the sun lowered the evening shadows extended towards them like the long fingers of night, eager to hide their lewd act in darkness. Both were completely lost in their pleasure, grunting and grinding, thrusting against one another, completely oblivious to any watching eyes. Kayla's squeezing asshole was working to milk Tom's shaft, the opening gripping around his cock, sliding up and down the most sensitive parts. He could the pressure building in his balls, the juices preparing to erupt into her and flood her ass. Kayla was the first to ride the wave of pleasure to a crescendo, her moans changing to grunts and swear words, "Fuck...fuck...uh...fuck my ass!" With her fingers buzzing back and forth over her clit, she began to cum. Her legs quaked and she reached forward with a free hand to steady herself against a shelf of books. Her pussy pulsated and throbbed with her orgasm, matching the rapid pace of her heart, which beat a rhythm of pleasure through her body. The throbbing pleasure seemed to overcome her senses, and she felt almost as if nothing else existed but the extended, white hot satisfaction of her orgasm. The pulsations of her pussy suddenly seemed to refocus and heighten when she began to feel squirts of hot liquid jet from her and spatter against the library carpet. The feeling of Tom's cock buried in her asshole and her own incessant ministrations on her clit had caused her to squirt as she came. Several bursts of her cum continued to propel from her, causing a puddle between her feet. It seemed as if Tom could directly feel her orgasm swelling through her, connected as they were. Each throb of pleasure in Kayla caused her to clench her asshole tightly around his cock, which in turn reverberated jolts of ecstasy through Tom. This carnal act of anal sex with a young girl in the depths of the library was sending him to levels of pleasure that he'd not experienced in years. He couldn't hold back any longer as he heard the splashing of Kayla's cum against the floor. The intense bursts of pleasure shot from his cock and rocketed up his spine. He groaned as he felt his cum begin to erupt from within his balls, squirting up through the shaft and shooting deep into Kayla's asshole. He felt as if it were a fire hose loosing blasts of his cum, inundating her ass with his juice. He continued to pump against her with short, sharp thrusts as he emptied his load inside of her ass. Kayla's orgasm seemed to grow in intensity as she felt his cum flooding her rear. She wiggled and reached lower, jamming her fingers harder up into her cunt. She wasn't sure if she was having multiple orgasms or just one extended orgasm. It didn't matter, all that mattered was that feeling of fullness and the emanating pleasure that seemed to rush through every nerve of her body. Kayla was still pushing her ass back against Tom, slamming her asshole down around the base of his cock and feeling the cum shoot deep in her bowel. Juices continued to drip from her pussy, now oozing out around her fingers as she matched the thrusts of Tom's cock. Moans echoed through the room, accompanied by the noises of their wet thrusting. Their cries merged as they peaked and their orgasms synchronized. Gradually their pleasure softened, tapering in to a warm glow that suffused their minds and soothed their tired muscles. She could feel Tom's cum oozing from her asshole and down her thighs to mingle with her own juices. A sticky mess that signified their mutual pleasure. The last of Tom's cum squeezed from the tip of his cock and into Kayla's ass, while he remained buried inside of her, his hands firmly gripping her hips. His gasps gradually lowered back to deep, panting breaths as the euphoric pleasure subsided and reality returned. His cock remained semi-hard, but he felt exhausted, drained. He slowly, reluctantly, began to withdraw himself from her ass, easing gently out of her and taking a step back. He caught sight briefly, before Kayla flipped her skirt back down, of her asshole gaping and leaking his pearlescent cum. She caught his eye, smiled that mischievous smile, then reached down behind her, under her skirt, and conspicuously dragged a finger between the cheeks of her ass. She withdrew it and paused, as if to prove to him that her finger was coated in his cum, then brought it to her mouth and seductively cleaned it with her tongue. "Mmm...even nicer when it's fresh." "Huh?" "Oh nothing." She straightened, stretching her back and pulling her top back down over her breasts. She looked around, searching for where she'd kicked her thong, but gave up quickly with a shrug, settling with adjusting her skirt in to place. She turned back to Tom and reached deliberately into her skirt pocket, withdrawing a piece of paper and handing it over to him. He looked it over, then scoffed. "And what makes you think I want your number?" She smiled again, glancing obviously down at his dripping cock, "Because that was just the beginning." He couldn't help but smile back, despite the irritation at her confidence. He casually put his cock away, tucking it back inside and zipping up his pants. As he looked up he caught her waving briefly from the end of the aisle before the disappeared off in to the library. He glanced back to the paper in his hand with her number on it, considering it before folding it neatly and putting it in his pocket. Perhaps this number would be worth keeping. In the Desert The General stood impassively watching the sun go down as dusk began to envelop the camp. To his right the majority of his men were sat around a campfire, drinking, laughing, taking the rest they deserved. As the sky turned orange the General thought about his options. On the one hand he had captured two towns and five villages. This would please the Sultan and would mean more power for the General, anything to take staff away from the Vizier. The General adjusted the cloak he wore, hiding his tunic and trousers, glad to be out of his uniform. Yes, towns and villages were one thing, but there was another problem... He had a hunger, a yearning ever since they'd razed Halbib. He had not taken a woman in a long time, too many campaigns, preperations for war to attend to. In Halbib he'd broken up his men attacking a teenage girl. Normally he would let them continue, best that then have them desert or mutinous, but this one had been different, there had been an intensity in her eyes that the General had not seen in many seasons. He'd had her tethered up, intending to speak to her later, or worse, so strong was his desire now. However, she escaped, leaving the General with no other course open to him. One that was going to put him out of favour at court. Way out of favour. Last night, a group of his men, on his instructions, broke in to the Imperial Harem in Jalbad and took what was rumoured to be the Sultan's most treasured possession. The Chal-ki or favoured Courtesan, Malin. Malin, was a name spoken in whisper in the Sultan's court. She had dedicated herself to his service, even the Vizier did not touch the Chal-ki. The Sultan could be a bloody and vengeful man. Enough till sunrise, thought the General. Turning on his heel he walked over to his tent. Telling the armed guard to stand down, he momentarily closed his eyes hoping that they had done everything that he had requested. He pulled back the tent opening and walked in. Being the Genreal meant you had the largest quarters. To his left the Hookah he'd ordered had been fired. The coals were burning on top black and orange. Slight smoke drifted across the tent. A pleathora of cushions and coverings were arranged on the floor to his right, red, golds, deep blues. They all served to frame Malin. She was tied up to the post at the centre of the tent. Her arms were raised above her head, fastened by ropes behind her. Her head was left free, pale and beautiful skin adorned by red hair that fell straight past her shoulders, blue eyes that had an ethereal quality. Malin's body was exquisite, her breasts accentuated by her bindings were firm and pert, tightly wrapped in black silk. The silks exposed her flat belly, but left enclosed her lower body. Beneath that her long legs were also exposed, thighs snaking our provactively from the black, made taught by the heeled gold sandals she wore. The General walked over to Malin. She watched him closely as he carefyully put his hand on her cheek. She seemed to respond rubbing her cheek against his palm. He moved his fingers round to her mouth and she took one of the fingers into her mouth. The General tensed a little as she sucked his finger and then gave a sharp yelp as she bit down hard on it. The General withdrew his finger and cracked Malin across the face with his hand. She looked visibly shocked. The General quickly pressed his wet finger into the black silks between Malin's legs. "Understand this, whore. I don't know what kind of power you wield at court, but I will be quite happy to throw you to the boys out there if you don't co-operate." Malin nodded, she squirmed slightly as the General rotated the finger he had pressed in to her. The General withdrew the finger and then quickly moved around the back of the post. Using his dagger he cut Malin free. The ropes dropped to the floor as Malin gratefully stretched and bent her arms, free from their incarceration. As he walked past her, he shot her a quick smile. He walked over to the cushion laden floor and undid his trousers, slowly, one button at a time. After he pulled them down he lay back on the cushions, his erect cock standing proudly. With his hand he beckoned Malin over. "You will pleasure me now." Malin nodded and slowly sauntered across to the General. Kneeling down, she smiled at him and then leaned forward taking his prick in to her mouth. The General tightened his grip on the dagger just in case. Malin moved her mouth along the shaft deliberately, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. She gripped the base with her hand and made tiny jerking movements, that made the General catch his breath. He could feel the cum starting to rise within him, incredible sensations ran through him. "Enough," he called. Malin brought her mouth away from his penis. He could see the look of uncertainty in her. The General moved backwards and then brought himself to stand. He continued to stroke his cock while he spoke to Malin. "Take that off." Malin did as she was instructed. Untying it from the back, the black silks fell away exposing her breasts taut and round in front of him. She untied the silks from her midriff too. The General smiled as he noted she was completely shaven. Standing over, cock in hand, the General watched Malin. Instinctively she moved her arms back, palms flat in the floor and arched her spine. This pushed her breasts up towards him. He gripped his penis now and began to jerk it violently, pulling the skin back and forth. His groan precipitated the hot, white fluid spurting out of him all over Malin. The spunk covered her tits, some on her face and in her hair. So much frustration burst and then faded from the General as he greedily watched Malin let herself be defiled in this way. Malin brought one hand up from the floor and rubbed the spunk into her breasts, making them glisten in the candlelight. "That's right," said the General. "You belong to me now." Malin smiled as the General returned to lying on the cushions. She brought one hand from caressing her breasts down between her legs. The General watched as Malin stood up, naked save for her sandals, and walk over to the post she had been tied to. She turned her back on the General and stretched out one arm to the post to steady herself. Malin then stood with her legs apart, bent over. She reached down and touched herself. The General's pace quickened as she rubbed and teased. Malin then expertly turned around. Thrusting her back against the post, she bent her knees slightly. The General's prick began to rise again as he watched her rub and circle her clit. Malin's other hand would pinch and caress her nipples. The General watched fascinated as she gasped. He massaged his cock as she delicately moved her slender fingers around her labia. He had to have her. The General stood and strode over to Malin. Grabbing her he forcefully moved her hand away from her vagina and looped his other arm around her back. He spun her on to the floor of the tent. She collided with the cushions, Malin almost looked shocked. Almost. Slowly Malin turned and this time its was she who layed back. The General's eyes widened like a child as she opened her legs for him and beckoned him over. He knelt down in front of her slid his hands up her thighs and body and, in one swift movement, penetrated her. Malin felt both her arms pinned to the floor abover her head as his hand pressed down on hers. The other fumbled and groped at her tit. No gentle caressing now. Malin tried to slide her body down and made herself wider. His rhythmic movement was increasing, pumping harder with every passing second. He sensed Malin knew this, knew that he had no need of teasing or resistence now. She moved her legs further up. The General saw this and siezed the opportunity he'd been given. Leaning back slightly he hooked her legs over both of his shoulders. Malin was almost bent in two, but she did nothing except increase her moaning as the General got deeper inside her. He quickened his pace yet further and Malin's cries got louder. As her body convulsed the General suddenly slowed, sliding in his prick in and out gently. Her fingernails dug into the General's back as she unhooked her legs from his shoulders and stretched. He felt her push him off. The General's first thought was to retaliate, but the look on her eyes made him do as she said. As the General pulled up on to his knees Malin turned over on to her front and put her self up on all fours. Her beautiful arse loomed in front of him and he placed his hands on both cheeks. He wasted no time and drove his cock in to her pussy. However, Malin brought her thighs close together and shook her head violently. He withdrew and stared at the gorgeous woman in front of him confused. She wiggled her backside at him and smiled. The General never understood why she let him do this on their first night together, but he did not wait to ask questions. Taking his fingers from her cunt, he smeared the wetness all around the tight, little hole of her arse. Slowly, but forcefully he inched his prick inside it. The feeling of tightness was incredible, the constriction around his cock made every movement feel like rapture. Malin slowly moved with him, ocassionally squeezing her bum hole, making the General gasp. His pushing became more rapid and the spunk shot out of him as Malin milked every lost drop of cum from his penis. The General kept Malin warm that night, but did not and could not sleep. His eyes darted with every movement outside, every tiny sound, ready to react if need be. She was his now and no one was going to take her away. In the Desert with Jennifer It had been warm afternoon and photographing a beautiful model in the desert had made me even warmer. I'm a professional photographer and my wife is my assistant. Together, we have photographed many gorgeous models, mostly nude. We had decided to take our newest model, Jennifer, to a desert setting, just outside of Las Vegas. There, we could use the vast desolation to assure some privacy. Jennifer is a tall girl, about 5'9", with long dark brown hair. She also has a very nice body. She has shapely long legs that rise up into the roundest ass you have ever seen. The whole package is topped off with firm C-cup tits, with perfectly centered dark nipples. She was really enjoying herself posing out in the open, especially since she was nude in the warm desert air. She was doing all the provocative poses I could throw at her. I could also tell that she was doing her best to turn me, and my wife, on. We left that barren site and came upon a small-secluded waterfall in the low foothills. I love shooting women in waterfalls, so I had Jennifer put on a bathing suit and then wade under it. She danced and whirled under the cool cascading water. Her large nipples extended like they never had before. She yanked off the top of her suit and I could tell that her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. My wife was really becoming interested in this girl and Jennifer was directing her movements towards her. Jennifer pulled off the suit bottoms and began to use her fingers on her lightly trimmed pussy. Now and then I could see that her fingers would disappear as moans began escaping her throat. Of course, I was not immune to Jenny's actions, either. My cock was growing very hard, under my khaki shorts. I could tell that the girls both noticed and giggled at me. When I finished shooting, my wife pulled of her blouse and shorts, saying that she was very hot and wanted to cool off. She got into the water, and waded over to Jennifer. My wife's body is a little pudgy and she is short at 5'5", but she does possess a spectacular set of double D jugs, with large pale areolas and big nipples. When Jennifer saw them, she placed her hands on them and lightly ran circles around the nipples. My wife let out a sigh, and her nipples instantly grew hard. I stripped off my shirt and shorts and splashed over to the girls. Jennifer took one look at my 10-inch cock and gave me a big, lustful smile. I moved behind her and started rubbing her back as my dick jutted between her ass cheeks. Jen pressed back against my rod, but continued to give her fullest attention to my wife. She was now suckling my wife's boobs and she had one hand between her legs. My wife had her hands on Jens tits and was just enjoying the feeling of another woman touching her pussy. Jennifer had spread my wife's pussy lips open and inserted two of her fingers inside. My wife was beginning her first climax while Jens fingers were going in and out her love box. I managed to spread Jens legs wider and slipped my dong into her own pussy. Jen let out a low moan as I began to slowly piston her dripping wet love canal. After my wife finally came, Jennifer began fucking me back with all her might. I held onto her firm tits and her ass bucked back into my groin. I brought her to a loud climax and shot my load deep into her snatch. We all waded away from the waterfall and toweled each other off, quickly. My wife suggested that we continue our adventure back at our hotel. Jennifer agreed and we all got out of the water and got dressed. I packed up my equipment, while Jennifer and my wife piled into the back of the jeep. They cuddled up next to each other and playfully teased each others boobs all the way back to town. When we got back to our hotel, I had to make a couple of trips to the jeep to bring up my equipment. Then I stowed the gear in our room. While I was doing this, the girls quickly ran off to Jennifer's room, next door. The rooms were adjoining with a door between them, which they unlocked. After finally putting the last of the cameras away, I could hear noises in the other room, so I opened the door and marveled at what I saw. My wife was stretched out on the bed, completely nude with her legs spread wide and high in the air. Jennifer, also nude, was lying between the legs and had her head buried in my wife's pussy. My wife was moaning and bouncing all over the bed. Jennifer was expertly eating her pussy. Both were so wrapped up in their lust, that neither girl realized that I'd entered the room. After Jennifer brought her to a screaming climax, my wife quickly dove between Jennifer's legs, something she had never done with a woman before. My cock was harder than it had ever been before, as I watched her licking and sucking on Jen's furry slit. Jen began writhing on the bed as my wife slipped her tongue into her velvet snatch. She held my wife's head closer and when my wife found her clit, Jen began bouncing and gurgling loud noises. My wife continued to feast on Jens pussy and brought her new friend to a second spectacular climax. It was only when both girls cuddled up next to each other, did they even notice that I was in the room. They both motioned for me to get onto the bed with them. I was already nude of course, as I had removed my clothes while they were involved. They both patted the bed between them, indicating where they wanted me to be. I got onto the bed with the girls on each side of me. My wife said that she loved me and thanked me for bringing Jennifer with us. Jennifer also thanked me for the trip. I kissed my wife and began to maul her big tits, while Jennifer kissed her way down my body. She sucked hard on my nipples; causing my dick to grow even harder than I thought was possible. When it reached full extension, she started to lick and suck on the tip of it. Her hands stroked the hard length of my rod while she was treating my knob like an ice cream cone. My wife said that she wanted to help and joined Jen. She began to lick my balls while Jennifer inserted my rod deep into her mouth. I laid back and enjoyed the mind-blowing feelings as both these women made love to my cock. For a while, both of them were licking the shaft in unison. Then they flicked the tip back and forth with their tongues. Jennifer then moved up to my face and began to kiss me, while my wife engulfed my cock. I latched my hands onto Jens near perfect boobs and twirled her nipples in my fingers. She let out low moans of pleasure and then, gasped when I tweaked one nipple a bit too hard. I was in heaven. My wife asked me which of them, I wanted to fuck first. That's an easy one. I love fucking my wife, so I told her to sit on my prick. She crawled up onto me, facing me. With her boobs dangling in my face, she hovered her pussy over my cock and then, she sank down on it, to the hilt. Jennifer and I kissed, sucked, and fondled my wife's boobs while she was bouncing up and down on my hardness. Jennifer could sense when my wife was going to cum and moved her hand to her pussy. Her fingers found my wife's clit and flicked it back and forth, quickly. My wife rocketed off in a fiery climax and she induced my own, as I filled her cunt with my spunk. Jennifer now wanted my cock and I wanted her pussy. After my wife eased off of me, Jen began to encourage my dick back to hardness. She lightly licked the shaft with her tongue, swirling it around and under the head. When it began to stir, her fingers began to pump it up and down, until I grew to hardness. My revived wife placed one of her boobs into my mouth and, since I'm a boob man, I feasted on it. When my dick was fully hard enough, Jen climbed on top of me, slowly sinking down the length of my dick. Her pussy was tight and wet. She did not move, but used her cunt muscles to massage my cock. It was an unusual feeling. My wife was kissing Jennifer's tits and sucking on the rock hard nipples. I could not stand the sensation any longer of Jen's pussy fluttering around me and began to push my ass up and down into her. I was finally ready and I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs wide and reinserted my dong. It slipped in like it had been there forever. My wife was still attached to Jen's jugs and was moaning with pleasure, suckling the tasty nipples. I began with slow deliberate strokes, while Jen was clutching at my ass. She urged me to fuck her hard and fast, but I took my time. I pulled my rod out and rubbed it across her clit, eliciting a loud groan from deep inside Jennifer. She told me she needed my cock and needed it badly, so I teasingly slipped in just the head. She moved her ass up and tried to get more of me in her, but again I pulled out. She screamed that I was very mean, and that she needed to cum quickly. I put my dick back into her fiery box and picked up the pace. I fucked her so hard that my balls were bouncing off her ass, and the bed was creaking from the motion. Jennifer came quickly, but I was not done. I kept at it and after she came a second time, I let go of my load. Jism flowed out my cock and deep into her pussy. Her muscles pulsated around my very happy cock signaling her climax. When I finally pulled out, jism rolled out of her box and down her ass. My wife kissed me, and then she moved between Jens legs and licked up all my spunk. Since she also cleaned up Jens pussy and clit, that brought Jen off a third time and she gushed spunk and pussy juice all over my wife's face. My wife moved her face up to Jens and Jennifer kissed and licked her clean. The three of us were totally spent and fell asleep quickly after that. The rest of the week was spent shooting and fucking our brains out.