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Sandy

By: Tall_cool_one



"God, I wish I was beautiful," Sandy thought to herself, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.

Sandy was not beautiful, and she knew it. But neither was she unpleasant to look at. More or less average, by most standards, 5'-5" tall, with chestnut hair that fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, and a soft round face. Her lips were full and pouting, and her azure eyes sparkled nearly all of the time. From behind, her hourglass figure, and long legs, betrayed the fact that she was about twenty pounds overweight. But most of that was her huge bust.

Sandy would never stand out in a crowd, because she never wanted to. At thirty-two years of age, single, terribly shy, and desperately lonely, she craved what some of the other girls at the office had; a loving husband. Or at least she thought she did.

Sandy stepped in front of the long mirror her daddy had fastened on the bathroom door when she had moved into her little house, just down the street from where she grew up. He had helped her to buy the house and was her salvation whenever something needed repairing. She loved him and wished she could meet a guy just like him.

The reflection in the mirror smiled back at her when she thought about her daddy. She toweled her long hair, then wrapped the towel around her head and tucked her hair up in it, out of the way. She reached for another towel and continued to dry her body, remaining in front of the mirror as she caressed herself with the fluffy terry cloth towel. The reflection stared back at her as she lifted her foot and rested it on the bench in front of her dressing table and dried her leg.

She started at her toes and gently swept the soft towel up her leg. Pulling it high up between her legs, she ran it over the dark pelt at the origin of her legs. She repeated the process on her other leg, lingering slightly longer, this time, with her hand pulled up between her legs. The familiar stirrings were starting inside her again and she knew she would soon be sitting on the bench with her fingers teasing her clit. It seemed like she needed to masturbate much more frequently, these days.

Sandy sat on the bench and faced the mirror. Dropping the towel on the floor between her feet, she watched the reflection in the mirror spread her long legs wide apart. Soft pink petals appeared through the thick dark patch of hair that covered her pussy. The girl in the mirror moved her hand over her leg and slowly extended a finger down to gracefully slide across the feathery lips that adorned the entrance to her womanhood. Her other hand followed her first and the fingers converged at the center, parting the pink flesh as they slowly drew away from each other.

The fingers revealed her glistening inner folds and the hard pale protrusion, extending from its protective sheath, at the very top of her petals. She eased two fingers between the parted lips and pushed them deeper inside of her very stimulated love hole. The soft flesh of her hand rubbed across her distended clit, sending a shock wave of sensation to her brain.

Sandy jammed her fingers deep inside and grabbed at her burning clit with her other hand. Her thumb raked across the super-sensitized button again and again until she crashed, head long, into a thunderous orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, the girl in the mirror stared back through glazed eyes, her hands were drenched with her own juices and she was breathing like a marathon runner. The towel had fallen off her head, leaving her damp tresses hanging loosely around her shoulders.

"Thanks, I needed that," Sandy told the girl in the mirror, bending to pick up the towels. "If you don't get your ass in gear, you'll be late for work."

Sandy quickly swept the blow drier over her soft hair until it behaved suitably. She pulled open the top drawer of her dressing table and pulled out a fresh pair of panty hose. As she did, she noticed a pair of black nylons, with wide lacy tops and a black seam up the back, lying in her drawer. She laid the package of panty hose aside, and carefully lifted the filmy black stockings in her hand. Feeling suddenly very wicked, she opened the next drawer and reached to the rear of the drawer and pulled a black lace garter belt from the pile. Standing, Sandy fastened the garter belt around her waist and adjusted it so the straps hung just in the proper positions. Carefully rolling the hose into her fingers, from top to bottom, she fitted her toe snugly into the foot of the stocking and rolled it smoothly up her long shapely leg. She fastened first one strap to the lacy top and then the other. She inspected the seam, by looking over her hip and down her leg. She repeated the ritual on her other leg and stood looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Pleased with herself, she opened another drawer and extracted a sheer black, demy-bra, and fastened it under her pendulous breasts. She slid her arms through first one strap, then the other, lifting her soft tits into the nearly transparent cups. Again she admired her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples had grown super hard as she was tucking herself into the bra.

She almost left the panties in her drawer, but at the last second before she pushed it shut, she reached for the frilly crotch-less black ones she had always wanted to wear but had never drummed up the courage to. She pulled them up, and positioned her dark pubic patch carefully in the center of the opening. She looked at herself in the mirror again and stuck her fingers in her mouth to suck her secretions.

"What are you doing?" Sandy asked the girl in the black lingerie, who stared back at her from the mirror.

"I'm getting ready for work," her reflection replied.

"Well, you had better finish what you're doing or you'll be late," Sandy said.

She turned to face her dressing table mirror and switched the light on. She carefully applied eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, just a hint of color on her cheeks and dark crimson lip-gloss to match the fingernail polish she had painstakingly applied the night before. Next she hung the long sparkling earrings her daddy had given her for Christmas along with the black velvet chocker with the sparkly jewel under her chin.

The short black skirt was really too tight, but it seemed to fit better today. Then the sheer blue blouse that plunged down to here in the front, and her black waistcoat over it would keep them guessing. The blue spiked pumps matched the blouse and purse. With a splash of her favorite perfume, Allure, she whirled again and fixed her gaze on the woman in the mirror.

"You can be beautiful, if you want to be, Bitch," she sneered at her reflection, and grabbing the keys to her seven-year-old Camaro, she stalked out the door.

The drive to the office took her twelve minutes. The walk from the parking lot took seven more. The ride up in the elevator took about three. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs by the time she stepped through the door into her office and crossed over to her desk.

"God, I'm so fucking hot," she thought, as she was startled out of her thoughts by the intercom on her desk.

"Good morning, Sandra," came the soft smooth drawl of her boss over the speaker. "Bring your pad and join us."

Sandra hated being called by her given name but she shook it off and picked up her pad and entered Mr. Cleese's fabulous office.

"Good morning boss," she greeted him, as she crossed to the chair in front of his desk, where she normally would sit when taking dictation.

"This is Celeste Blair," he said, standing to introduce the stunning female who sat in her chair.

Celeste stood, taking Sandy's hand in both of hers and sent a bolt of electricity through the younger woman, as she shook it.

"Robert, you didn't tell me how ravishing your secretary was," Celeste oozed.

Mr. Cleese stuttered as he undressed Sandy with his eyes. "Um, I mean, sorry."

Sandy blushed as she took a seat in the other chair. Her skirt rode high on her hips as she sat, revealing the wide lace band at the top of her stocking. She made a slight adjustment and sat nervously as her boss and his guest gazed at her. Sexual tension choked the room. Celeste sat, facing as much toward Sandy as she could in her chair without turning it. Mr. Cleese sat down behind his desk and appeared to have to adjust his pants for comfort. Sandy was sure she had seen a bulge forming in his pants as he sat down.

For the next two hours, Sandy took notes furiously as her boss and Celeste worked out an agreement on a business deal they had been negotiating for several weeks. Sandy was then dispatched to prepare contracts for them to sign, while the business people went forth to have lunch.

Sandy efficiently prepared the necessary documents and had just finished printing them as Celeste and Mr. Cleese returned from their short lunch. Celeste came to stand next to Sandy's desk and they watched as Mr. Cleese entered his office, leaving the door open. Sandy stood, holding the contracts in her hand and faced Celeste.

"He's been putting the big hustle on me all through lunch," Celeste confided in Sandy. "Frankly, when I cheat on my husband, I like to get down and dirty. Do you know what I mean?"

"Well, I've never been married, so I'm not quite sure," Sandy answered the older woman.

Celeste leaned a little closer and spoke in a bit softer tone. "I just think that if you go looking for sex outside of your marital bed, it should be spectacular. Is you boss spectacular in the sack?"

"I don't know. I think today is the first time I've ever given him a woody," Sandy whispered. "But I think part of that was your fault. You're so much sexier than I am."

"Don't kid yourself, Honey. You could stop traffic looking like you do today," Celeste replied.

Celeste unbuttoned her business jacket and pulled it off. She was amply endowed and the pale beige silk blouse she wore only enhanced the swell of her high chest. Sandy took the hint and pulled her own jacket off, displaying her wares for Celeste to appreciate.

"I've got a deal for you, Sweetie. Let's go in there and get the business out of the way. Then I want taste your sweet pussy," Celeste said.

"Sounds to me like we have a deal," Sandy answered and kissed the older woman square on the lips.

Sandy trotted into Mr. Cleese's office and leaned over his shoulder and explained the contracts to him. She laid her soft tits full against his arm and peered at the tent forming in his pants as she talked. Celeste stood on the other side of him and smiled at the show she was getting from Sandy and her boss.

After the contracts had been signed, Sandy and Celeste made their way out of his office and stood just outside his door and giggled like schoolgirls.

Celeste pulled Sandy by the hand through the outer door.

"I'm absolutely dripping. Where's the washroom?" Celeste asked.

"Follow me, Sugar," Sandy said, pointing up the hall.

Sandy entered the washroom and turned to face the older woman as she followed her in. They came together in a grinding kiss. Celeste had her hands on Sandy's big soft melons and Sandy reached between Celeste's legs and pushed her hand against her cunt. Celeste pushed Sandy back against the counter and helped her to slide her butt up on it. She spread Sandy's legs wide and dropped to her knees in front of the gasping girl.

"Oh, I love your panties, Honey," Celeste breathed and buried her face in Sandy's drooling bush.

Celeste was a pussy connoisseur, and enjoyed sucking a sweet cunt more than anything else in life. She delved into Sandy's fragrant slit, slashing at her with her darting tongue. Sandy had been with women before, but never with one who relished the act of muff diving like Celeste. Within seconds, Sandy's female juices were flowing into the older woman's mouth. Moments later, Sandy erupted into an earthmoving climax that sent tremors traveling throughout her entire body. But Celeste continued her relentless attack until Sandy was lying limply against the wall of the washroom, totally spent from her shattering orgasms.

Celeste frantically lashed at her own cunt with her fingers and gave herself a crushing orgasm only seconds after Sandy had collapsed against the wall. She wanted more of the younger woman's sweet pussy, but that would have to wait for another day. She dampened a paper towel with cool water and helped Sandy to revive. Sandy came into Celeste's arms and whimpered like a baby. She had never experienced such intense pleasure in her life.

"My God, Celeste, I'm absolutely exhausted," Sandy breathed.

"Honey, I want to see you again," Celeste replied.

"We have a date next, time you're in town," Sandy promised.

Sandy quickly rearranged her disheveled clothing and returned to her office. Mr. Cleese had left his door open, which is a signal that her wants to speak with her. She walked to the door and nearly ran into him as he rushed out of the office.

"Looks like I'm going to get lucky," he said. "Celeste Blair has just invited me to join her at her hotel for a drink. Why don't you take the rest of the day off for yourself?"

Sandy watched as he hurried out the door and wondered just how lucky he might really get. She reached for her purse and walked to her car. She could still feel the wetness on her stocking tops caused by the wonderful orgasms she had experienced at the bidding of Celeste Blair. She had no recollection of ever having come so hard, or frequently, with any man or woman she had ever been with.

As she drove the short distance to her house, her heightened state of arousal continued as she recalled the happenings earlier in the day. She decided that she really needed a man soon.

She pulled up in her driveway and noticed her daddy's Vespa parked in front of the garage. He enjoyed motoring around the neighborhood on his little scooter. But, why would her be at her house in the middle of the afternoon?

She opened the door and dropped her keys in her purse and sat it on the table by the door. Glancing in the living room, she didn't see her dad so she walked down the hall to her bedroom door. The soft carpeting on the floors betrayed her presence in the house. As she approached the door, she heard a soft groan from within the room. She stopped and looked around the doorframe and saw her father sitting on her bed facing away from her.

His pants and boxers were pushed down to his ankles and in the dresser mirror she could see his reflection. His eyes were closed and he had a strained look on his rugged face. Looking farther down, Sandy cold see in the mirror that her dad had a pair of her bright red silk panties wrapped around the end of his erect cock. His big hand was clenched firmly around the panties and moved up and down his long thick shaft. She was aroused to a fever pitch as she witnessed her daddy stroking his hard cock while he held he soiled panties twisted around it.

Sandy leaned against the doorframe as she continued to watch him masturbate. She slipped a hand inside her blouse, tweaking her nipple until it grew hard as stone. She rubbed her pussy against the doorway. She could feel the wetness on her legs.

Her daddy's hand was moving rapidly on his cock now and she could see beads of sweat on his forehead. Suddenly he growled deep in his throat and fell back on the bed. His hand slid all the way down to the bottom and seemed to draw his ejaculation out from deep within. He pimped himself again and Sandy could see a dark spot form on her panties, where he was cumming inside of them. The spot grew larger each time he shot another stream of thick semen into them.

Then he lay very still, his breathing quick and raspy from his sexual release. Sandy had been holding her breath and as he lay there, she exhaled and took a huge lungful of air. Her own climax had come just as he had discharged his thick flow into her panties.

She watched as his head turned and their eyes made contact in the mirror. A look of sheer horror crossed his face as he realized that he had been caught jacking off into his daughter's dirty panties. Sandy stood motionless as he sat up on the bed and turned to look at her. He had been discovered doing a shamefully perverted thing in his daughter's home. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had no words.

Sandy crossed the room and stood before him. He sat with his hand covered in a pair of cum-saturated red panties, wrapped around his flaccid cock. Sandy kneeled in front of him and lifted the panties from his grasp and laid them on the floor next to his feet. She took his hand away from his prick and sucked his fingers into her mouth, one at a time, until she had licked all of his juices away. She then took his limp cock in her hand and lowered her head to it and took the slimy head into her mouth, carefully tonguing it until it too was free of his ejaculate.

She pulled his pants and boxers off over his feet and pushed him back on the bed. Cupping his balls in one hand, she wrapped her dainty fingers around his shaft and again took him into her mouth. This time, her intention was to make him hard again. Gently, at first, and then with more determination, she massaged his balls and drew him deep into her mouth until he began to respond.

"No, Sandy," he whispered. "This is so wrong."

She sucked him even deeper when he said that and she felt him begin to grow in her mouth. It took her a while to get him hard again; after all he was almost sixty years old. But he grew thick and hard in her mouth. Her tongue moved over his length and down to his balls. She sucked first one of his orbs into her mouth and then the other. She found his puckered anus with her tongue and rimmed him repeatedly many times.

He sat up and pushed her back, holding her at arms length and looking deep into her eyes.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked her.

"I'm sure, daddy," she whispered.

He pulled her to her feet and started to undress her. When she stood naked before him, he laid her back on the bed and started at her toes. Kissing, nibbling and sucking his way, he covered every inch of her body with his mouth. His mouth covered her furry pubic mound and his tongue invaded her sweet center. He made gentle love to her engorged clit sending her sprawling through many sweet climaxes.

Then, he wanted her. He positioned himself at her entrance. Her hands went to his hips and she pulled him deep into her scalding depths. He rested when their bodies were joined tightly together. She clutched at him with her hot inner lips. He pulsed inside her hot sheath. And then he began the motion she so desperately desired. He moved out then in, with ever increasing speed and distance until they were pounding each other. Over and over again until he exploded deep within her, pouring his seed of love into the very core of her being. As she felt the heat of his passion, she too responded by twisting her ankles together behind his back and pushing her convulsing cunt as far onto him as was possible.

He stayed hard within her for a long time. But slowly, the passion subsided.

"I love you, Daddy," Sandy said, softly.

"I love you too, Baby," he said. "But your mother must never find out what we have done."

"I know, Daddy," she whispered.

He kissed her softly and got up to leave. Sandy and her daddy had a secret now.

Sandy



I'd been separated about 8 months, and although I'd had a few dates, I guess I was just looking for some good hot sex with no commitments or complications.

So there it was, in one of those contact mags, "Separated mother of three, early thirties, seeks generous gents for hot sexy times", and an accompanying semi naked photo. 

She was stunning. Slim, busty, long blonde hair, well it appeared to be blonde in a black and white photograph, and legs than went on forever! 

What the hell, I thought, I'm 54 but if I'm paying, who cares. And I can afford to pay, it's just been against my principles to do so. I justified this particular instance, in my mind, by the fact she seemed to be a person in need.

I sent the appropriate reply, with my private and personal mobile number, a phone I only use for making outcalls. Days went by with no reply. Then a hand written reply came to my post office box.

It was her.

We'll call her Sandy (not her real name). She apologised for not calling my mobile but explained she was very "broke" and didn't want to run up her phone bill. She had her home phone number in the letter, but requested I not ring ‘til after 8pm, when the children were in bed.

I became very excited at the prospect of meeting this "spunk" and had great difficulty in containing myself ‘til 8pm.

Dutifully after 8pm that night I phoned. My spine tingled when she answered. Her voice was as sexy as her photograph. I explained who I was and she confounded me by saying she new. I asked her how she knew it was me and she replied "Because yours was the only letter I replied too." I asked why mine only and she said "You're the only one who sounded like a gentleman. There were plenty of replies, most suggesting things I couldn't repeat, offering all kinds of inducement to do all kinds of perverted acts. I'm having enough trouble coming to terms with what I'm about to do, without being physically and mentally abused."

I encouraged her to keep talking, she was obviously very nervous. I wanted her to be comfortable when we eventually met.

She told me she was at her wits end financially, with kids going to school, trying to pay the mortgage, by food etc. and only a part time job. She had thrown her husband out after years of mental torment but he was not supporting her or his children. He reasoned if she got desperate and broke enough she'd beg him to come back. It was a girlfriend who suggested this action, one she'd never dream of, she said. But as she became more and more desperate, she had the girlfriend take the photo, and she submitted it to the contact paper.

We agreed to meet the next night. It was a Friday. The kids were going to stay over at her girlfriends place and I was to come to her home. I asked her what payment she wanted. She was stumped. "I don't know. Pay me what you think it's worth when we're finished."

She really is new to this, I thought and hung up, looking very much forward to tomorrow night.

I own my business and employ 11 staff so my attention is required all the time. But I tell you now, I had the greatest difficulty concentrating on that Friday at work, thinking about the oncoming evening.

I tried to rationalise my excitement, by saying to myself, "look this is just like seeing a prostitute", but no matter how hard I tried to reason it, it just didn't seem that way. She just didn't seem like your hardened whore. She sounded vulnerable, and I guess my protective male instincts were coming to the fore.

I arrived at the arranged time of 8.30pm, a bottle of very good Rosemount Chardonnay tucked under my arm.

She answered the door promptly on my ringing of the bell.

I was gobsmacked!

The photo in the contact paper didn't show her face, just part of her semi-naked body.

She was beautiful! I actually started to wonder whether I was at the right address, 

until she spoke. "Rob?" she asked.

"Yes", I stammered.

She stood aside and like a dummy I just stood there looking at her, drinking in her loveliness. 

It was an autumn night, just the beginning of a chill in the air. She was wearing calf high, high heeled boots with, what I found out later to be black stockings. A black mini skirt, but not exceptionally short, a white semi-transparent long sleeved blouse which nearly concealed the low cut bra underneath, which was struggling to contain her magnificent breasts, her blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders. She had said she was thirty three but she looked much younger.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked nervously.

"I'm sorry. You've just taken my breath away. If you don't mind me saying so Sandy….you're beautiful!"

Her smile lit up her face. "Well with compliments like that sir, you had better come in straight away."

She led me through to the lounge. I walked behind her, watching the sway of her hips. It wasn't accentuated, just a natural swing that was very sensual.

She spoke over her shoulder as she walked. "What star sign are you?"

"Sagittarius. Why?"

"I just like to know if we're compatible."

"And are we?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm a Scorpio." She turned and smiled, "I've got quite a sting in my tail."

There was a nearly empty wine glass on the coffee table and she glanced at it then turned to me. "I am. Sorry. I should say was, very nervous hence the glass of wine. Well, second one actually. But already I feel more relaxed, comfortable. Thank you."

"I haven't done anything," I said.

"Yes you have. Just your gentlemanly attitude, the way you are dressed, your manner and your lovely compliment has made me feel at ease. Thank you again."

"Well you don't have to thank me for the compliment. I meant every word of it. What would you like me to do with this wine?"

"Could we open it now?" she asked. "I don't get to drink good wine. This," she pointed to the glass, "is "chateau cardboard". If you know what I mean."

I grinned at her reference to the cask wine, as she passed me the corkscrew, and opened the wine.

As I was pouring the wine, Sandy sat on the lounge, her skirt riding up just high enough for me to see she was wearing suspenders and stocking.

My cock was starting to harden.

She patted the seat on the lounge, for me to sit beside her.

I sat down alongside her. She turned her body towards me, the skirt sliding up even higher, and raised her glass to mine.

"Here's to, what I think is going to be, a very enjoyable evening," she smiled, placed her hand on my thigh and leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. 

My cock was starting to strain in the tight confines of my trousers.

I put my glass down and drew her to me. She melted into my arms willingly, our mouths locking together, tongues exploring.

Her hand dropped to my crotch, feeling for my ever hardening cock. She started to gently rub it through the cloth of my pants. I let my left hand drop to her thigh, trailing gently up over her stocking tops, reaching her bare skin. I snaked my hand up under her skirt ‘til I had my hand on her bare hip.

This girl was either wearing very high cut nickers, or had none on at all!

She broke our kiss and said "Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom."

Sandy stood up, took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. It was a very feminine room and the furnishings, although not expensive were very tasteful. The bed was queen size and opposite a wall length mirrored ‘robe. 

"I like to see myself in action," she smiled.

She came to me and slid her arms around me, her mouth closing on mine again. The kiss seemed to go on forever, the she broke away, looked directly at me and started to unbutton her blouse.

"Don't. Can I do that please?" I asked.

"Sure. But why?"

"Because I've wanted to undress you from the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, I want to peel you off slowly."

Sandy blushed, the redness slowly spreading down her neck. Her eyes started to brim with tears.

"Have I upset you?" the concern showing in my voice and on my face.

"No. It's just that I thought this whole thing was going to be so degrading. You know, doing it for money and everything. But you've made it so comfortable, relaxed. I really am looking forward to getting into bed with you."

I smiled and gently pulled her closer to me. As my hands started to slowly unbutton her blouse, I felt her body tremor.

‘It'll be OK," I whispered.

"I know," she said softly, "It's just my body reacting to your touch."

I undid the last button, eased the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood there in her bra and skirt, her breasts almost spilling out of the half cup bra, her nipples stiff and extended. 

I felt for the button and zipper on her skirt, tugged the zipper down and let the skirt drop, joining the blouse on the floor. 

I stood back and drank in her beauty. Standing there proudly in her bra, high cut G-string, suspenders, stocking and boots, she was breathtaking.

"Now it's my turn," she said and came to me. She unbuttoned my shirt, slid it off my shoulders as I kicked off my slip-on shoes. She dropped to her knees, unbuckled my belt, pulled down the zipper and let my pants drop to the floor. 

My cock was now standing to full attention, straining to escape from my undies. Sandy tugged at the elastic of the undies, pulling them straight down, at the same time as she leaned forward and slid her mouth over my rampant cock, swallowing it to the hilt, taking it down her throat, her nose pressed into my shaved pubic area.

I gasped. The only person I had ever had, that could deep throat like that, was my ex wife.

She looked up at me as she drew back up the shaft, one hand stroking me and massaging my balls while the other hand was on my butt cheek pulling me into her wet and willing mouth. I couldn't do anything. I just stood there, my pants and undies around my ankles, as she sucked on me for all she was worth. She worked my shaft with one hand as she massaged my balls with the other, her mouth sucking up and down in unison with her hand.

It was only a few minutes before I felt my orgasm building. "I'm going to cum," I stammered. 

She sucked and stroked even harder and my cock erupted and I spewed my spunk down her throat. She didn't spill a drop, sucking and licking me clean, ‘til my cock began to soften. 

She stood up and kissed me. I could taste the remnants of my spunk in her mouth.

My arms went around her and I felt the clasp on her bra. I undid it and released those beautiful breasts. They were magnificent. Full and heavy with large aureole and extended nipples, now stiff with desire.

I eased her back towards the bed laying her down as I kissed her again. My softened cock was beginning to come back to life again. I sucked on each of her breasts slowly and softly, increasing the suction as her body responded. 

I moved away from her breasts, my hands and mouth travelling all over her body. I sucked her toes, licked my way up to her thighs, massaging, kissing and licking all of her exposed skin. My fingers found their way to her G-string, the crutch was sopping wet. I tugged at the sides and she lifted her buttocks so I could slide them off easily. Her pussy was exquisite. A small tuft of fine blonde hair above her slit but the rest completely smooth and hairless.

I gazed in rapture momentarily, and then lowered my mouth to it, my tongue sliding easily into her wet depths.

She drew a sharp breath, then opened her legs wider giving me unobstructed access to her love hole. I plunged my tongue in and out of her willing cunt, her hands went to the back of my head pulling me hard down on her mound. My tongue flicked her clit and she shuddered. I sucked it lightly between my teeth, her body beginning to writhe underneath me. I inserted two fingers into her now very wet cunt, searching for that elusive "G" spot, as I continued nibbling and sucking on her clit. I kept this action going for was probably a reasonable length of time, maybe 10-15 minutes. I didn't care, I was in heaven. She tasted delicious!

Sandy began to draw sharp breaths her body now bucking uncontrollably, her hips lifting off the bed pushing her cunt hard onto my mouth. She grabbed my head and held it hard against her mound and screamed, shuddering violently as her orgasm took over. She moaned incoherently, muttering what could have been obscenities under her breath, her hips and lower body still bucking and writhing under my mouth. 

Eventually her actions subsided and she lay still.

She opened her eyes trying to focus on me, "I haven't cum like that in years. Probably not since my last child was conceived, and he's now ten." 

I stood up and smiled down at her. My cock, now rock hard again, standing out in front of me.

"Are you going to put that beautiful thing in me, or just stand there and make me wait and dribble some more?"

I looked down at her laying there in just her suspenders and stockings, her pussy glistening wetness from her orgasm. I think I could have cum just looking at her!

I unzipped her boots and took them off

She moved over enough for me to climb onto the bed beside her and immediately grabbed hold of my cock.

"Lay on your back," she commanded, "and I'll climb on top of you."

This I thought was a great idea. I have much more control when the woman is on top, believe it or not! 

I did as I was told and Sandy straddled me, knees either side of my hips. I looked at her cunt, now gaping open. She took hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy as she lowered herself onto my cock head. I felt the knob as it pressed into her wet lips and slid past them into her warm wetness, sliding all the way in until she was fully impaled, her pussy lips touching my shaved pubic area. She sighed as she settled onto my cock and started moving slowly and gently, just rocking backwards and forwards, feeling the movement in her cunt. 

I began to slowly lift my hips, pushing myself up into her, matching her movements up and down. She began to slowly increase the tempo as we matched thrust for thrust. I could feel my cock hitting against her cervix as our actions became and more and more physical. We fucked like this for what seemed ages, her hands digging into my shoulders, mine massaging those beautiful tits, pinching and squeezing her stiff and extended nipples.

Sandy threw herself down on my chest, her arms wrapping around me, her mouth searching for mine as she kissed my passionately, her pussy slamming up and down on my cock. Our tongues entwined, I felt her body shake and begin to spasm as her orgasm took over and the juices from her cunt washed over my cock. She continued riding me as her orgasm subsided, our mouths still locked together, my cock still rock hard inside her.

She lifted her head. "You haven't cum?" she queried.

"No. I have control," I smirked, "but probably not for much longer."

"Then do me doggie please," she begged as she climbed off my cock.

Sandy got onto her hands and knees and I came around behind her.

I positioned my cock head at her wet cunt opening, grabbed hold of her beautiful hips and slammed my pelvis forward, driving my cock into the hilt, in one powerful forward stroke. Sandy responded by pushing her hips back to meet me, matching me stroke for vigorous stroke. These actions didn't take long to bring me to the point of orgasm. I could feel my balls tighten and yelled "Oh God! I'm gunna cum."

"Oh god. Yes. Yes. Give it to me. Give me all your cum. Fill me up with your spunk. Oh god, give it to meeeeeee!"

I shot my load deep into her, my cock spewing forth with weeks of built up spunk. I thought I'd never stop cumming.

Sandy's own orgasm erupted almost simultaneously and she moaned and muttered incoherent obscenities as she collapsed, face down on the bed. I collapsed with her, my cock still buried deep in her pussy, my breathing 

We lay there together, sweat from both our bodies mixing with the cum dribbling from Sandy's pussy.

I eased my softening cock from Sandy's pussy.

"Oh. Don't take it away." Her muffled voice coming from the bed clothes.

"Honey, this thing isn't gunna work for a third time, let me assure you."

She rolled onto her back and turned her face to me smiling, "Are you sure?" she said with a mischievous grin.

"I'm absolutely positive. I'm a lot older than you sweetheart and I'm pretty sure I'm well and truly buggered."

She smiled as she replied, "Well, I'm certainly well and truly fucked. I haven't had sex that good since I was a teenager, screwing an older lover. You're a far better fuck than my husband ever was! And I think if we have another glass of wine or two, we might just get your mate hard again," she grinned.

And you know, she was right!



Sandy



Sandy, Richard's relief driver, called Friday to tell Richard that she had put her little girl in the hospital early Wednesday morning, told her why and then added that she was just home to take a shower. "This is the first time I've left her since Wednesday," she said. "You can imagine what I look like by now!

"Oh honey, I can better imagine how you must smell and taste by now."

"Oh Richard, you are so perverted!"

"Yes, but don't we both love it ....??"

"Of course, dear. But I do have to take a shower and get back to the hospital. I just wanted to let you know in case you have been trying to get in touch with me."

"Are you sure you couldn't take a shower over here ...? Bring what you need ... and I'm sure I have plenty for you to use honey.

"Oh yeah, good idea. Let me gather up some clean clothes and some toiletries ... I'll be right over."

Sandy stepped inside the front door of Richard's little suburban bungalow. She and Richard fell into each other's arms and kissed as she pressed her pear shaped body against his. "Oh GAWD, I have always loved feeling your breasts pressing against me, Sandy," Richard told her.

"I like it too, sweetie," she replied. "See," she said, looking down at the front of her breasts, "My nips get hard every time."

The two stepped into the bathroom, knowing that Sandy was in a hurry. She wore only spandex shorts, panties and a bra under a t-shirt, and thongs. Richard quickly had Sandy undressed and bent down over the edge of the bathtub, and was kneeling behind her with her big ass cheekies spread wide apart. "Ooooooo, Sandy, you look and smell absolutely wonderful back here, darling," Richard told her. "Uhhhmmmm ..." he leaned in between Sandy's big bums, holding them wide apart with his thumbs and fingers, examining her slightly hairy encircled little brownie crinkle. She was delightful!!!! She had a nice little trace of fecal mess in the creases of her anus and on the little hairs around it and a load of anal musk well up onto the inside of each cheek of her big butt and a fair distance up her tailbone. Richard licked and lapped at the insides of Sandy's bottom cheekies closing in more and more around her anal opening. Richard licked and kissed and sucked at Sandy's naughty bottom drawing into his mouth little strands of anal area hair and trace particles of poo from the sparse hairs.

Sandy was pushing down on herself by then. Her anus bulged against the big "O" Richard's lips formed around her dirty bottom hole as the younger of the two pressed down on her bowels. She was awesome. There was a wonderful little trace of her poo inside of her asshole. Richard licked and sucked at her anus, his lips drawing on the outside of her crinkle. Deeper and deeper Richard pushed his tongue into Sandy's bottom hole while Sandy pushed down on her rectum. Little by little Sandy was pushing her next bm inside of her poo hole down toward her anus until it was touching just the very end of Richard's tongue.

Richard was loving the metallic taste of Sandy's digested food waste. "Uuuhhhmmmm, darling, you taste soooo good ...." Richard told her. "UUUhhmmmmmmm," the older man moaned his love and approval against Sandy's anus and her bums.

"Oooohhh Richard, I love it when you do that!!! It vibrates clear up into my titties, honey!"

"And you know I love doing it, sweetie."

"Yeah, I know! But if I keep pushing, darling, you know I am going to go poo!"

"Yes, I know, hon. I can tell you're about to go. And you know I don't like it after it comes out."

"Oh yessss, I know, Richard. But would you please catch it as it comes out and drop it into the toilet? That would be soooo cooool hon," Sandy told her friend.

"Uuuhhhmmmmm, sooo nasty, darling."

"Will you do it ...???"

"Oh yes ... but that's all. Catch it and drop it in the stool."

"Yes. But let me see it in your hand before you put it into the toilet, alright?"

"Bare handed?"

"Well, I guess you could catch it on some toilet paper if you really must!"

"Okay, hon," Richard agreed, then told his girlfriend, "Go ahead." As Sandy pushed down on her bowels inside, Richard enjoyed his favorite part of the pooping scene ... watching the human anus bulge outward slowly, quietly, gently opening the creases and folds of her anus. Richard was watching intently until the "camera's shutter like" opening of his lover's asshole gave way to the very end of a piece of brownie poo. As the pungent odor of fresh human waste began to fill the air the lump of waste moved and pushed down through her anus, stretching her sphincter as completely far opened as it needed to be to pass that particular lump of her mess. Then after her anus was fully opened and the mess began to slide down, Richard held his fingers under Sandy's bottom cheeks.

"Here it comes, Richard," Sandy told her boyfriend. Richard held the toilet paper underneath Sandy's bottom and watched as a wonderful twelve inches of poo slithered down out of Sandy's asshole. After the last tapered end of her poo fell free of her opening, Richard saw the little trace of that beautiful mess left in Sandy's anus.

"It would be soooo coooool to play with just that little bit," Richard thought, "especially since she was going to take a shower anyway."

"You can look now, honey," Richard told the woman. Sandy stood up straight. She turned around to glance down at her mess she had put into her friend's hand.

"Oooohhh GAWD, Richard, it almost makes me cumm just seeing you holding my poop!" She stood for several seconds gazing down at the brownie mess in Richard's hand.

"Can I put it in the toilet now honey?"

"Yeah, dear, but kiss me first." Sandy distracted him as she pressed herself up against Richard. Their lips touched as Sandy softly held Richard's hand holding the foul mess. As their lips touched, and then pressed increasingly harder together, Sandy raised Richard's hand and the mess up between their bodies, up between their breasts and let it touch only her nipples. Sandy leaned back away from Richard slightly and the two looked down at Sandy's now brownie messy titty. She raised Richard's hand to her right breast and took care to wipe some of the mess onto her other nipple and areola.

"Will you shower with me hon?" Sandy asked her boyfriend.

"Yessss ... Oohhhh yesss, Sandy." The two pressed themselves together in another long, warm wet kiss. Sandy, holding Richard's hand, pressed them mess into her bush and back between her thighs as the two of them kissed.

"Ooohhhh GAWD ....." was all Richard could say, over and over again ... "Oooohhh GAWD, kid ........." They kissed and Richard muttered, "Oooohhh GAWD!!" against Sandy's lips as they kissed. "Ooooh gawd," he moaned still more as Sandy turned Richard's hand to himself, down to his cock, his own mound and bush and pressed the mess into Richard's thick curly black pu hairs. "OOOOHHHH GAAAAAWD," he groaned as he felt Sandy pressing his poopy mess covered cock up into her split and against her clitty inside. "OOHHH GAAAAAWD, KID!!!! I'MMMMM ..... gonna cummm."

"YESSS, BABY..... CUMMMMMM for me......." Sandy told her boyfriend, vigorously masturbating him with her own hand, masturbating herself with her own poopy soiled hand, masturbating herself with Richard's dirty, poop covered penis squishing up into her split, up into her quimmy, OVER HER CLITTY... Ooohhhhh GAAAAAWD .... onto her wee wee, Oooohhh gaaaawd...... INTO HER PUSSY!!!!

"..... OOHHHHH GAWDDDD," Richard was cummmmmmming SOOOO HARDDDDD!!!!

"Yessss, darling ... YESSSSSSS ......." Sandy cooed. "Kiss me ..." Sandy was saying... and as Richard and Sandy kissed one last lonnnnnnnng, hot, wet kiss, Sandy sucking on Richard's tongue for all she was worth, masturbating her boyfriend with her OWN poop covered fingers, Richard finished his climax, spewing cum through the mess and, while he'd slipped back out of her pussy, he splattered his jiz into her quimmy and onto her frontal brush before nearly collapsing into Sandy's arms.

"Here, sit on the toilet, honey," Sandy told him seating him onto the toilet seat. "Are you okay?"

"Yeaaaaaaah ..." Richard managed to sigh as he leaned forward to keep from passing out!

"I'll start the shower, hon."

"Okay ..." Richard's voice was weak.

"Are you sure you're alright, hon," Sandy asked as she adjusted the water.

"Yeah... that was just sooooo intense, sweetie."

"I know. Are you ready," she asked Richard, putting out her hand to him.

"Sure." Richard took Sandy's hand, hesitated just a moment to drop the nasty mess into the toilet. The hot steam from the shower began to replace the odor of the heady mess in the air. Richard and Sandy stepped into the tub. The two washed each other, rinsed, washed each other's hair, conditioned and rinsed again. They stood in the bathroom drying.

Afterward Sandy quickly dressed, hastily put on just the basic makeup and grabbed up her things to leave.

"Oooh gawd, thank you darling," she told Richard as she kissed her briefly on the lips. "I have to dash, sweetie."

"I know. Come back?"

"Of course!!" Richard watched her drive away!"



Sandy



Sandy was a young slut that some called the village pump. She was a good-looking girl from what was thought to be a respectable family, who was said to be a good student at the local high school and was due to graduate in June.

Her name was Sandra, but every body called her Sandy, that is all she was ever called.

Sandy's thing was sex, lots of it. She would hang around the local gas station, the only one in town, and if one of the motorists happened to ask her if she wanted to go for a ride the answer was always OK. That ride almost invariably ended up at the lake a couple of miles away and in a secluded parking spot where Sandy would get fucked, and then driven back to the gas station.

It was always the same, Sandy would hop in the car, and unless the guy had something to say, they would drive in silence. When they got there, she dropped her pants, he would just fuck her without any foreplay or anything, she would pull up her pants, and they would drive back without a word being spoken. Sandy wasn't much of a conversationalist at the best of times.

Needless to say, Sandy was frequently the topic of conversation in male circles around the village, many asking what she got out of all of this. Apparently, she was docile and wasn't known to exhibit any emotions of any kind at any time, never moving a muscle throughout the whole process. No one could remember her reaching an orgasm, at least that anyone could detect.

The question on everybody's mind was why would she be doing this if she didn't get anything from it? No one seemed to be able to answer that question, and some felt that it was kind of sad, but were not going to say no when she pulled her pants down.

Before long, half of the prominent local businessmen were dipping their dicks in little miss Sandy's honey pot and before you knew it, she was up the stump. Someone knocked her up, but who? It was like asking which tooth did it, if you cut yourself on a saw.

When it became obvious that Sandy was pregnant, there was an exodus of said businessmen who quickly decided they needed to be somewhere else. Anywhere they could find, the further away the better.

Local gossip had it that several of the businessmen who had guilty consciences got together and set her up in a rented apartment furnished with hand me down things and paid a local guy to marry her. He wasn't too swift, and he certainly never had anything to do with Sandy before they got married. Despite the fact that Sandy was never known to turn anybody down when they wanted to fuck her, she would probably draw the line at the guy she eventually married. But it was funny to hear him talk about "his wife" after that. It sounded like he was proud of her, and maybe he was.

My role in all of this? Well, in a small village like this one, everyone knows your business. It's hard to get away with anything, so while I didn't know these people, I knew who they were, and had an idea what happened based on the gossip I had heard. 

At the time, I was in the TV repair business, and got a call from Sandy although I didn't realize it was her because she used her married name. She told me that she wanted her television fixed because she just got home from the hospital with her new baby and needed some entertainment, but was very concerned about the cost because she didn't have much money.

Like any new mother, Sandy was justly proud of her baby, and asked me to guess how old she was. Turns out that she was only three days old, and Sandy seemed to be proud of that too.

I moved away before the summer was over, but I have often wondered how that situation worked out. Did she become the dutiful wife and mother to raise a bunch of kids, or did she go back to meekly servicing anyone who asked? I'll never know but often wondered.

To be continued... 




Sandy



Sandy was a bronze-toned Hispanic and short, not even five feet. She had a round body with small but pointy breasts and a big ass she had yet to appreciate, in part because most of her fellow 18 year-old classmates didn't know enough to appreciate it, either. She wasn't good in school with grades or making friends. She was very shy and quiet, which didn't help. She was also oblivious to the idea of using make-up, trying on anything more flattering than her regular baggy clothes, or doing something with her hair, to help fix her social life.

On top of that, she had no one at home to support her, either. Her mom cared plenty, but she had to work two full-time jobs and was never around. Her sister Cindy sped out of the house as soon she graduated high school last year. Though that didn't bother Sandy a whole lot. Cindy was tall, thin, and beautiful. An everyday reminder of what Sandy was not.

With her dad living in town but rarely visiting, that left Sandy alone at home all day. Her mom didn't get back from work until Sandy was asleep, and she was usually gone before Sandy woke up. With no close friends to hang with, it was a lonely existence.

She knew it was pathetic of her, then, to whore herself out for attention, but she did it anyway. Though she didn't consider herself a whore. Not really. It was her first time doing something sexual with somebody, for starters. And she wasn't technically doing it for attention. The guys she was blowing didn't even go to her school. They just happened to live down the block. She didn't want them to be her new friends. She just wanted to experience something that felt good, and she couldn't wait until she finished them off so that it would be her turn to receive.

Sandy didn't know if any of them had ever had a blow-job before, so she wasn't sure how much their compliments really meant. But they insisted she was amazing, and she had no reason to think they'd lie. They'd never been particularly nice to her. They'd made fun of her when they were kids, and mostly ignored her as teenagers. They were all crude, using "fuck" every other word, and talked about sex like they had it anytime they wanted it. She knew most of that was bullshit, and if they got action so easily, they never would've approached her a few weeks ago, flirting rudely, suggesting she do things to them that she eventually agreed to, to their shock. They had never made any effort to make her feel good, so there was no reason to compliment her now if they didn't mean it.

Maybe they'd become her friends after all. Not that she was counting on it.

Funny thing was, they still thought they'd goaded her into doing this. One of the little punks had challenged her. After telling her she should suck his dick, he joked that she probably couldn't make him cum, anyway. Shy as Sandy was, she'd been picked on enough in her life to feel comfortable fighting back once in a while. She told him he could only dream of getting her to blow him, and that if she did he'd cum before she even put him in her mouth. But he'd had a comeback for that, too.

"Yeah, cause I'd be shooting it all over your face!"

And the punks all laughed and laughed.

It wasn't often Sandy played tough, but this time she had stood her ground, in a matter of speaking. She kept on about how they couldn't take her, and they kept bugging her to prove she had the skills. Obviously they wanted to see if she'd really do it, whether she was good or not, pretty or not. But a big part of Sandy wanted to do it, too. It was one thing to have reached senior year in high school and never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a guy. But, hard as she tried and as often as she tried, Sandy hadn't even experienced an orgasm yet.

She used her hands, then tried watching porn, and even tried out toys she secretly bought on the internet. Nothing had worked. She was worried something was wrong with her. But she also knew that sex alone and sex with a person were very different things, and it was no use making a fuss over it if she hadn't even tried the best part.

And so here she was, playing out a scene from one of those XXX videos. Three guys to herself. Surely that would be enough to make her feel as good as all those girls in the movies got to feel.

This afternoon they'd been teasing her again. This time she snapped. She'd had enough of the teasing, but mostly she just wanted to try it. Playing the role of tough girl had helped her get the words out.

"You think you're in my league? All right, fine. I'll show you! You ain't nothin'!"

She headed back to the house. The punks all got quiet. They were white boys, skinny, acting like gangstas but living in big houses in a nice neighborhood. Trash talking was likely as hard core as they ever got, so they were very surprised by the apparent invitation.

"You serious?"

"You coming or gonna go home, sit with your mamma, watch Jeopardy?"

"You mean me, right?" the blond with the spiky hair said.

"I'll take all of ya, if that'll shut your asses up."

Sandy didn't see them looking around nervously, trying to smile through their disbelief, and decide if this was for real or not, but she knew they were doing it. After all that trash talking, when asked to back it up, they weren't very confident.

But they weren't going to pass on this opportunity, either.

By the time Sandy had entered her house, the three were right behind her. She sat down on the steps as one of them shut the door.

"So where we gonna do this?" the guy with the long brown bangs asked.

Sandy would've preferred her bed, but she didn't want the guys in her room. Maybe that would change in a few minutes, but for now she felt better in the entry, by the door. Perhaps because it was more neutral than a bed. She just wanted sex, after all. She didn't want to sleep with them.

"Right here," Sandy said. She still sounded tough, but she was beginning to lose her edge. It was exciting but also scary that this was really happening. As she took her coat off, she thought about removing her shirt, too, but decided against it. Sucking them would be going far enough for the time being.

She was aware of herself as she spread her legs, inviting whoever wanted to be first to come closer. It ended up being the spiky hair kid. He was the one with the biggest mouth, but his eyes showed a lot of fear as he stood before Sandy and unfastened his pants.

Seeing him unzip made the moment all the more real to Sandy. Gone was her tough girl image. She still wanted to do this, but now it was simply about doing it. Not proving anything about anyone. She just wanted to feel good, and hoped this was the first step in doing so.

Sandy's first reaction at seeing her first live penis was surprise. It was much smaller than the ones she'd seen in the videos. But these were just boys, she told herself. As she took it gently in her hand, she noticed that the boys were all silent, just like her. She jerked it a little, wondering how long it would take to get hard. It was so fleshy and rubbery right now. Was it because of her? Or was the kid too nervous?

Before she could decide, it started to grow. And harden.

No more thinking about it. Sandy leaned forward and put it in her mouth, taking as much as she could fit, even as it continued to grow. Her initial reaction at thinking it was small was instantly abandoned. It felt much bigger in her mouth. At first it was surprisingly cold, but it was steadily warming as it hardened. And the harder it got, the better it felt. She let go of it and used only her mouth to suck it.

She heard him sigh long and unevenly. He was fully erect now, she was sure, and she was really working him over. She'd been afraid that she wouldn't know what to do, but so far her technique had come naturally. Sandy had seen and read enough to know to use her tongue a lot, and to be careful with her teeth. While she did concentrate on these things a little, most of what she did just came to her.

The guys were all still quiet, so it was easy for her to hear the spiky haired kid breathing heavy and even moaning some. She could only imagine how good it must have felt to him. He was always so mean and he never shut-up, but this made him putty in her, well, mouth. It made Sandy very wet as she imagined how good she would feel later, when they started to do things to her.

It was that thought which pushed her on. The movies had always shown guys enjoying sex. But the women! They screamed and howled so loud Sandy had to turn the volume of the TV down fast a few times because she was afraid the neighbors would hear. So it became a mission for Sandy, now, to see how great she could make it for these guys. Because however great they could feel, it meant she would soon feel even better!

Sandy sucked and sucked the young man's dick, getting very turned on by the whole event and what was to come. She suddenly wished that she had taken her clothes off. Her nipples were hard and tingling, and she desperately wanted to touch herself. The only thing that kept her from stopping and undressing was that she was afraid if she did touch herself, she might orgasm from it before the guys had a chance to do it to her.

Sandy didn't like it at first when the kid put his hands on her head. But he was gentle, slowly drawing his fingers through her hair, getting a grip on her head, and then gradually taking over her bobbing motions himself. He pulled her to him, then pushed her away, faster and faster, but never out of control. He also started to thrust his hips, until soon it really seemed like he was fucking her face.

Sandy grabbed his hips, just so she would have a better feel for what he was doing and could stop him if she needed to. But the faster he went the more excited she got. She moved her hands to his bare ass, grabbing his cheeks and squeezing them, feeling them clench as he moved like a piston in and out of her. He was really moaning now, and she could feel his body trembling.

And then he just stopped.

"Oh shit," he said, out of breath. "I need to stop or I'm gonna cum."

It would've been a good time to pull an "I told you so", but Sandy was too overwhelmed and over-heated by the experience to say anything. The guys talked over who would go next, but that took no time at all. Spiky haired kid's dick had been out of Sandy's mouth only seconds before the brown bangs kid's replaced it.

For all she knew, it was his first blowjob, but she didn't start out slow like she had the first one. Her speed was still set at where she'd left the last kid, and so she was bobbing on Brown Bangs good and fast, her hands instantly gripping his ass, hoping he'd take over like the other kid had, but not wanting to tell him that.

This kid was bigger than the first one, though, and so maybe it was better that he just let her handle things. His balls were also quite large, and they slapped against her chin with force. That gave her an idea. She stopped sucking him and ducked under to lick and suck on his testicles. While it wasn't getting her off as much as his dick had been, Sandy still felt very sexy doing it, and the kid's extra-loud moaning told her he was particularly thankful. She worked her way back to his cock eventually, but instead of sucking it she kept up the licking, wrapping her tongue around his pole or putting her lips to him and kissing.

He enjoyed this a lot too, and it allowed Sandy to get more, better looks at the penis close-up. She knew it wasn't nearly as big as the ones in the videos, but it seemed big to her.

Then the kid took control in a different way. He grabbed his dick and started rubbing it over her face, back and forth, like a windshield wiper. It smeared her own spit--and something sticky--across her skin. But the cock was hot and hard and it felt good and very, very sexy. She couldn't help but touch her crotch now, through her pants, and discovered her pants were soaking wet. She shuddered upon putting pressure there.

And then she was sucking him again, this time massaging his balls with one hand and massaging her crotch with the other. The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing, and surprisingly, the heavier breather was Sandy!

The added sensation of her touching herself sent Sandy into overdrive, and her lips sucked harder, her tongue moved faster, and her head bobbed stronger than ever before. That was probably why the kid didn't back off before he came like the first one had. 

"Oh my God! Oh God!" he said. 

It was the only warning Sandy got. She wasn't certain it meant he was cumming, though she wasn't surprised when he did. What did surprise her was the cum itself; it was hot, it blasted into her mouth with the force of a garden hose, and there was an awful lot of it. 

Naïve as she was, Sandy knew most women didn't like to swallow. Even the porn starlets just let the cum go on their face, breasts, or ass. But Sandy didn't even consider not swallowing. It just seemed the natural thing to do, and it was already there anyway. There was no time to think to do anything else. If her instinct had been to gag and cough, she would've done that already. So down it went. Every drop. It happened so fast and was so unexpected and exciting that she didn't even register if it tasted good or not, though the aftertaste that lingered in her mouth didn't seem to have a definitive flavor. It simply tasted like sex, and that was thrilling enough. She moaned as she gulped it down, and experienced small bursts of pleasure all over when the kid bucked and shuddered at the very end.

"Dude!" said the spiky haired kid. "Did you cum?"

"Yeah," Brown Bangs gasped.

"And she swallowed it! Holy shit!"

The kid pulled his dick from her mouth, leaving a trickle of cum on Sandy's bottom lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand. It was then that she noticed that the third kid, the quiet one, already had his pants around his ankles and was rapidly jerking himself while looking at her. Brown Bangs had moved away, and so when the quiet one moved toward her, she expected it. But she didn't expect him to be coming at her so fast, and to keep jerking himself as he did. And then suddenly she knew why.

He had already reached his peak. The first shot of cum was already dripping off of her chin and the tip of her nose before she realized what had happened. And she was still flinching from that when the second spurt hit her right between the eyes. Too surprised to be offended, Sandy opened her mouth wide to catch what she could, closed her eyes, and blindly reached for the spewing cock. She grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth while it was still spraying, but not before it had rained thick gobs of cum over half her face. She sucked him earnestly, but as the seconds ticked by Sandy became less and less okay with what had just happened. This guy hadn't warned her or asked her if she wanted cum on her face. As hot as she still was, she couldn't help but feel used.

The other guys were laughing, though, to their credit, it wasn't a taunting laughter, but rather a reserved, shocked chuckle. They couldn't believe their friend had just given a girl a facial, and they were a little afraid how she was going to react. The spiky haired one even asked Sandy if it got in her eyes, and he sounded sincere. A first for him.

But Sandy was feeling less and less comfortable with this quiet guy. She sucked him until he stopped cumming, but then pushed him away. She didn't really mind that his cum was on her face. She expected at least one of the guys to ask to do that, and she would've let them. But if they asked, not just did it without saying anything. She wanted to say something to the jerk, but she also was afraid that if she was a bad sport about it, they might not do the things to her that she wanted.

It was right then that marked the first time Sandy really felt like a slut; burying her feelings to please others. But she had a goal, and she'd gone this far. No sense in creating tension now, right?

Besides, the meanest of the bunch, the spiky haired kid, was suddenly very nice to her. Caring even. He touched her shoulder and asked if she was okay. That felt nice. She wondered what else he could do for her that would make her feel nice.

And then he asked to see her tits, and could he cum on them?

Sandy couldn't say no.

It wasn't entirely "couldn't", though. She'd wanted to take her shirt off practically since the beginning. Her nipples were aching for attention, and it only made her hotter when she revealed herself. Her breasts were nothing amazing, but they'd never been drooled over before, when they were concealed by a bra and a baggy sweatshirt. Now, in the flesh, they commanded the attention of the whole room.

Sandy sat back as the spiky haired kid straddled her. It was uncomfortable leaning back on the stairs like she was, but it was exciting seeing the kid's cock above her like that, balls swaying. He started jerking himself at first, but then she took over, even extending a few times to get her mouth around it and sucking. First she sucked only a few seconds. The next time was twice as long. By the third time, she was remembering how exciting it was when Brown Bangs came in her mouth, and maybe she would prefer doing that again. But she hadn't enjoyed the facial as much because she hadn't been prepared for it. Maybe letting Spiky Hair cum on her would feel different, better. And it not, it was just her breasts.

It was as she was considering this when Spiky Hair released. He started to pull out of her mouth, but it was too late. His first shot blasted right onto her tongue. The second hit her lips. But then he was out and Sandy was jerking him off onto her, aiming for her breasts, but at the height he was standing at it was impossible to control. A downpour of cum droplets sprinkled her entire face, her breasts, arms, shoulders, and hair. God, it was messy, but the weird feeling of the hot drops splashing her randomly was also very, very erotic. She found herself trying to catch some with her tongue.

As Spiky hair calmed down, Sandy was feeling pretty good again. Even if these guys were virgins like her, she had managed to please each of them--three guys--on her first attempt. And for the most part she'd loved it. And now it was her turn.

Just then, there was a loud knock on the door. The door that was only feet away from where Sandy laid on the stairs, covered in the sperm of three young men. She was too scared to move, but the guys all jumped. Brown Bangs ran into the next room and peeked out the window.

"Oh, man! It's a cop!" he whispered urgently.

The other guys cursed and fumbled, getting their pants back on and pacing nervously. Sandy just laid still, not knowing what to do. First of all, why was there a cop here? She'd invited the guys in. And why were they so scared? They were all consenting adults.

But the why didn't matter. Sandy was still just standing up, trying to ignore the weird feeling of the quickly-cooling cum running down her body, when the guys took off to the back of the house. They found the back door and bolted. In all the confusion, Sandy couldn't be sure, but she never heard even a simple good-bye.

Infuriated wasn't even the word. Sandy was beside herself with anger, panic, and shame. She had done all this for a reason, but without achieving that goal, all she had really done was blow three guys she didn't even like for nothing in return. She had become a whore. And all because of the asshole on the other side of that door.

Overcome with intense frustration and grief, Sandy forgot all about the cum on her face, in her hair, and cascading down her exposed breasts as she threw open the front door...



Sandy



Our story begins as so many do during a period of turmoil. Sandy is a grad student at the local university in a quiet town in Virginia. It was 2009 and the Great Recession had forced her to leave her apartment when the lease was up in search of a better living arrangement. She had scanned several ads and found a furnished apartment with kitchen & bathroom and even its own entrance. It had the seeming drawback of being in the lower level of a family house with two children of two hard working parents. The ad mentioned reasonable rent, a bus stop close by, a request to be able to babysit on occasion, and females only. Sandy met with the parents, Jack and Mary. Jack and Mary both worked for companies which required around-the-clock access. Jack was a system engineer for a large corporation's main computer and Mary was a nurse. 

Jack and Mary sat with Sandy in their kitchen. They went over a few details and Jack caught himself looking at the young lady, 23 with long wavy blond hair, sweet blue eyes, a great figure, and while not shy a little quiet. Jack and Mary felt they found a winner and eagerly helped her move in her stuff from her car. It was at that time their child Amber arrived home from school on the bus. Amber was 18, also a blond, with long straight blond hair and blue eyes like her mother. She was about the same height and shape of Sandy. Sandy was never the tallest girl in her class. Her mother Mary had dark hair, it was Jack who has the blond Their son, JJ, got home from his job 40 minutes later. With dark hair, short and trim, on his 19-year old head. JJ, John as he preferred, was saving up money to attend school next fall. The two acted like typical brother and sister, they got along the best they could, fought at times, and were close at times and others distant.

Brief intros were done and JJ could not take his eyes off Sandy the entire time. Amber noticed this and smiled to herself and yet felt a tad bit uneasy as her eyes were drawn to Sandy too. Dinner was held with just the family as Sandy set out unpacking. Along with her normal clothing, books, and a laptop she unpacked a strap on vibrator with a very realistic looking shape.

The family went off their separate ways. A knock on the door of Sandy's door led to her finding JJ there offering the last brownie from dinner as a welcome present from Mary. Sandy invited JJ in and asked him what he's up to this Friday night. He told her nothing. On a small card table in the center of Sandy's room was a deck of cards. 

"Are you a gambler?" asked JJ. 

"What? Oh! No, no. Not at all. Well maybe if you count strip poker, but I was going to play solitaire." Sandy answered.

"Why don't you just play on your computer?" asked JJ as he stood in the doorway

"You know, my roommate in college during my sophomore year asked me the same question once," answered Sandy. 

"What did you tell him," JJ asked with a raised eyebrow

"It just feels more natural," Sandy said with a smile. 

JJ shrugged. Sandy then asked him if he knew how to play poker, blackjack, and Spanish-21 wondering if he was a gambler. He said he didn't know any of them, just Spit and War. Sandy invited him inside, offered him a chair and began to explain the details of poker. It was now late, time had passed since the brownie was eaten and the lesson continued from Poker, various types, and then onto blackjack. It was at this time JJ zoned out. He just looked at Sandy's body, her great tits, and that sexy little brown t shirt and blue jeans she wore, the pretty blond hair, and began to think of her sucking his cock and him fucking her. He was so zoned out that he didn't notice the huge bulge in his shorts or that the talking had stopped five minutes ago. Sandy felt herself blush a little. This young, virile stud in waiting was lost in his own world, likely on her. She called out his name, softly and sweetly. 

"Huh? Oh I am sorry, so if you have two aces...," JJ stumbled to appear with it.

"You know I grew up with two older brothers, I know what a boner looks like. It appears you've got quite a monster there," Sandy said as she stood up and got near to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"I---I am sorry. I guess I just--" JJ said a tad bit embarrassed and feeling like looking away or running away.

Sandy purred a little, "It is okay. I am use to it, I grew up with brothers. I know the cure for it though."

With that sandy pulled the table back, grabbed a towel out of her knapsack, and put it at his feet. She then knelt down and undid his jeans and moved his Fruit of the Loom briefs out of the way noting the cut head and it's mushroom-like shape had created a wet spot. She freed it and began to jerk it with her hand wrapped around the 6-inch thick shaft. JJ was about to move, but quickly stopped. Her hand was warm, felt so nice, and he just sat back amazed. He felt a head rush and more blood rush to his cock. 

Sandy purred again, "Mmmm... I can smell your excitement. You have a nice cock, about as big as my brothers'." Sandy saw he liked when she squeezed gently. She saw his veins pulse and felt his cock swell. "I bet you wish you had a girlfriend who'd do this for you a lot. I have no boyfriend right now," Sandy told him as she jerked his cock up and down, stopping every few moments to breath warm air up and down the shaft, caress, and make sure to look up at him. "Your cock is so hot! So nice. Great shape, a slight curve to the left, but no matter I can take care of you," Sandy said in a slightly husky voice.

JJ was stunned and could not believe this was happening. He moaned and even moved a little without realizing it. Sandy was having fun of her own, her loins aflame and the area between her legs were hot and getting wet. She decided to bring this to an end and with that she lowered her head and popped the head in her mouth, sucked a few minutes, tongued around, and released. A huge set of moans and even gentle begging to do more came from a JJ not sure if it was his own voice. She smiled and licked from his crotch up to the head of his cock and jerked more. JJ lost it! He felt a shot of his own hot cum go past Sandy's head and into orbit, the second jet hit her forehead, and the third through fifth got around her hand. She stopped jerking, cleaned her hands, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "That's all you get for tonight, goodnight. I need to get some sleep. See you later, loverboy," Sandy said and with that ushered him out of her apartment and went to bed. JJ stumbled back to his own bed in awe, awoke hours later, and felt it may have been all a dream.

The next few days went pretty normal for the home. That was except for JJ who felt he must have been dreaming. Sandy would smile at him and always say hi when he saw her at the bus stop. She would not bring up the subject of "their card lesson" and he was too shy to do so. Finally she stopped him one afternoon as he came home from his job and she was done with her classes and asked why he hadn't asked for another "card lesson" with a devilish grin. He sheepishly said he was too shy and wondered if it was a dream. Sandy hugged him and pulled him in close to her and whispered that Friday night he should come downstairs to her apartment door at 10PM. She said no more and the parents worked, Amber went to class and JJ went to his job, and finally Friday arrived and 10PM JJ knocked at the door. The door opened fast and he was pulled inside.

Sandy was naked and was like an animal in heat, some would argue she was an animal in heat. Before JJ could say a word Sandy simply smiled at him and took him by his hand to her bed and she laid back and patted the bed. JJ sat down and was a dumbfounded. "Why don't you start by taking off your clothing and releasing that monster there. JJ hesitated for a moment, thought of getting caught, Amber upstairs and how her size and shape almost matched Sandy's exactly. He started taking off his clothes. 

"I... I never did much with my girlfriends of the past. I am not--" the sheepish JJ said. 

Sandy responded, "Don't worry, I'll be your guide. Consider it another 'card lesson' and tonight's lesson is 'Pleasing the Queen'."

JJ smiled and even giggled a little. Sandy went on to explain to that he is going to instructed in pleasing her and finished by sayingm "Learn this skill and you'll never be alone." 

Sandy explained oral pleasure technique in vivid and lurid details. Now naked and still with a raging hard on JJ followed the instructions and started with licking his fingers and gently tracing her outer lips while he kissed the inside of her thighs and breathed warm air on her folds. He gently eased his fingers inside the folds, which were getting more and more wet. He'd spread the glistening juices on her clit. He even got bold and started to suck on the clit, eliciting a delighted moan from Sandy. Sandy had a rapidly learning student on her hands. She grabbed his head and pulled him in closer and bit her wrist to keep from screaming. He licked and kissed, he smelled the sea and sweet aromas, all from her folds. He darted his tongue in and out, slowed it down, sucked on her clit, and more. Finally Sandy grabbed her pillow and closed her legs, convulsing on the bed, and screamed into the pillow. No one above stirred or awoke.

JJ was a bit surprised, he'd only read and heard about this. His cock strained and he was unsure it he was getting anything more. He felt his cock was as stiff as a sword and could cut through steel. A moment later Sandy said she felt great and now it was time to please him, at the same time she wanted more. She had him change places with her. JJ now on his back and his cock twitched with joy as he saw a smiling Sandy look at his with fluttering eyes and a sweet, devilish smile as she went down on him. JJ moaned and was in heaven as Sandy was an expert in her attention to his cock. He felt his heart beating in his head, could hear nothing except his breathing, and when he finally calmed enough to enjoy it heard some delicious sounds: her slurping and moving on his cock. She went up and down, around, used her tongue, and even deep-throated him. She made no mention of boyfriends and spoke only of brothers she grew up with, however that wasn't on his mind, nor was her skill. It was the BLOWJOB. He didn't last long and a few minutes into it has went to mention, as is to warn, his impending climax. Before he could say anything more than opening his mouth he shot hot jets of cum and Sandy went down more. She knew it was cumming, she felt it in the veins. She could hear the blood rushing to the area! He came and came, he held Sandy's head there...his cock was too sensitive now and he worried if she moved it'd hurt! Sandy smiled and allowed herself to be held and gently sucked. Finally he subsided, Sandy raised up, swallowed, and put her head on his chest.

"Mmm...you taste good stud. That was your first time getting a blowjob wasn't it?" Sandy asked already knowing the answer. JJ nodded. Sandy went on to tell him there is a lot more if he wants to learn, he just needed to know that the lessons will change as they go on. There would be a lot more spiritual teachings. Lights wouldn't always be on, nor would he always see. Sometimes to teach sensual nature and pleasing one has to block out senses, to better learn from and about the others. JJ almost felt himself falling asleep from the activity and the post climax, but he listened. Sandy spoke of at times being blindfolded to better listen, smell, taste, and touch. Other times not being able to speak to focus on listening as a more powerful response system. Sandy's head on his chest made JJ fall asleep and Sandy listening to his slowing heart. She let him rest for a moment and then got him up and urged him to go to the bathroom. "But I don't have to go," said a confused JJ. "Yes, you do...or you will. Trust me," Sandy assured him. JJ got up and discovered she was right. She reminded him she grew up with brothers.

When JJ emerged from the bathroom he was flaccid, naked, and again not sure if there was more. Sandy was on the bed, naked, sitting, and patted the place next time him. Sandy said it was time to 69 and learn mutual satisfaction. She placed JJ on his back and swung herself over him, lowering her folds to his face and felt him start to lick and kiss, remembering the lessons. His cock, now in front of Sandy, was starting to harden. Sandy sped things up and moved herself to move her tongue across his rosebud. When JJ felt his asshole being licked his cock surged. 

Sandy smiled to herself and thought, "Works every time." She started sucking his rapidly hardening cock. They pleased each other for a while. Sandy massaged his ass with her hands, JJ reached up to massage her shoulders and tits. JJ learned that sucking on Sandy's clit made her really convulse and suck him harder, almost screaming onto his cock. He did this, more, and more... and MORE...

Sandy suddenly pulled off JJ and wish a single motion got over him, aimed his cock with her hands, and sank down onto him! He was about to ask if she was okay when he felt the sensation we all remember: SKIN TO SKIN pleasure of a woman lowering herself onto your manhood. JJ moaned and almost got too loud before Sandy's hand covered his mouth. She smiled as he got quiet...lowered herself to kiss him and without thinking JJ kissed back. Her juices on his tongue and his one hers they kissed and screwed. JJ feeling wonderful and for the first time a little more confident. There was no question he was experiencing this, but yet he could not believe it. He squeezed his ass shut and his veins popped out on his cock. Sandy moaned during her kiss and kissed him harder.

JJ was getting more confident, enough to break the kiss and slowly move Sandy off him. She sat back and smiled. JJ said not a word, being quiet, but moved her onto all fours. Sandy smiled and looked back with a smile. JJ mounted her and started moaning again at just how good it all felt! Suddenly he kicked up the boiler pressure and started humping faster and faster, like a rabbit, like a JACKRABBIT. He held her hips and started JACKRABBITING faster. Sandy, unprepared for her student's rise and power, started to shriek aloud, and actually woke up Amber now at midnight from her slumbers. Sandy grabbed the pillow and screamed into it. Finally JJ felt another load getting ready to shoot when he started to pull out. 

Sandy felt this and locked her legs around JJ's shins and PULLED HIM back and said, "Jackrabbit! I am on the pill, you shoot in here!" 

JJ lost and flooded her with his hot cum and they stayed locked for several minutes. Sandy collapsed and pulled JJ over to give him a cleaning. She put his head on her chest as she sat up and told him he is a good student, a star pupil, and she'd love to teach him more. However, tonight's lesson is over and gave him a peck on the cheek and a swat on his ass. JJ dressed and felt dizzy and still in awe.

No one would ever believe it, he cared not, for he had confidence now and he knew the truth. 

He was in his own world, not even seeing his sister standing in the dark at her door. Amber's mouth was wide open. Not only did she see JJ leave Sandy's apartment downstairs, but he REEKED of her juices. She may be 18 and a virgin, but she wasn't stupid.




There is MORE to CUM, but for now I'd appreciate any comments.



Sandy



Nothing like pure fantasy. There is a lady after whom Sandy is modeled, and she is every bit as described. Everybody's 18, and none of it's true. The names have been changed to protect the adored.

*

I was thrilled when I answered the phone.

"Hi, Bruce, it's Sandy!"

Sandy!

Sandy had been a photography student for several years, starting when she was a freshman in high school, and all the way through. The summer before college, however, we had parted ways. I had thrown her out of my darkroom for acting irresponsibly, making appointments to print in my darkroom for a show she'd gotten at a local restaurant, and then not showing up. She left angry. I was heartbroken. She was now almost out of college, 22 and grown up. I hadn't seen her in four years.

She was 5'9", a gymnast, with a delightfully slim body, taut muscles, small breasts, and a beautiful face framed by long brown hair. She was the most naturally sexy woman I had ever met, ever since she was 14. I remember her lying on my floor one weekend class, hands behind her head, which pulled up her sweatshirt to expose a lovely tummy, telling me that she didn't have the faintest idea what I was talking about, smiling a smile that would have melted steel. She oozed sex appeal. But even more, she sparkled as a human being. She was joyful, energetic, intelligent, artistic, enthusiastic...and did I mention sexy?

And me? Now 53, I was carrying more weight than I should, living alone and lonely, a photographer and photography teacher. I had always dated women my own age, including marrying two, but had never lusted over young ones. I noticed and appreciated their beauty and young charm, but that didn't translate into being a drooling, dirty old man.

I remember visiting her the summer after high school when she was sick. We were friends to where I would get "Sandy hugs," which were incredible. She had a way of melting into me; we touched from head to toe. I took plenty of opportunities that visit to hug her as we talked, my arms wrapping completely around her and ending up on the sides of her pert little breasts that were braless underneath her T-shirt. 

It was nice, and I'll admit that for once I had some fantasies, but would never have thought to act on them.

But Sandy had been MIA for her four years of college, still holding a grudge, I guess. I was friends with her parents, and always asked after her when I saw them. She had gone on to major in photography in a prestigious college program. I missed her liveliness and loveliness.

Now she was on the phone. "Let's have lunch," she said.

"I'd love to," I replied, "How 'bout tomorrow? We'll go to Luca's."

"Luca's? Wow!" She replied. Luca's was a pretty fancy place. "Great!"

"I'll pick you up a noon," I said.

I was thrilled to remake the connection. I wasn't going to let her get away from being a friend.

Sandy, in her prior time with me was congenitally late -- usually at least an hour or so. I arrived at her house at noon the following day, and let myself in, as always. I went to the stairs and called up. To my surprise, as I was walking back towards the kitchen Sandy caught up with me, tapping my shoulder. I turned and the breath sucked out of me. It was a fantasy of a certain kind come true. She wore a short, loose black dress, exposing miles of lovely leg, straps exposing smooth shoulders. She wore a tan wrap sweater loosely. Her long hair was up in a comb, and her smile still raised the planet's temperature. She melted into me with the familiar hug. I still couldn't breathe. I whispered "You look fabulous!" She smiled and thanked me.

I drove my red Miata, in remembrance of a day trip we had made years ago on a similarly warm summer day. Miatas are made to be adorned by beautiful women, and Sandy filled the bill. She climbed in when I opened the door for her, exposing even more miles of perfect leg. We chatted on the half-hour trip to the restaurant. I was concentrating on my driving when I heard a "Whoops!" I looked to see her bra exposed -- she had been trying to take off her sweater wrap, and had pulled down the black dress's strap, too, exposing a cute purple bra covering her left breast, right where I got a good view. She was only marginally embarrassed, if at all. I tried to be polite and keep my eyes on the road, but I kept stealing glances as she put herself back together.

Lunch was wonderful, and sad. She told me of the tough time she had gotten in her college program, mean, nasty professors who didn't respect who she was, and rather tried to mold her to their ideas. She had to do her senior photography project during the coming year, her schedule having been thrown off by taking a semester off her sophomore year. We both had steak with pomme frites. At one point, Sandy gave me some of her meat. "You have it." She said. Her liveliness was still fully in evidence. She was utterly charming.

"You're not my mother," I said in mock anger. She laughed and told me she couldn't eat it all. The lunch was relaxed and familiar. It was like four years hadn't gone by. My heart was pounding. She was so beautiful in so many ways.

"Will you help me with my project?" she asked, looking deeply into my eyes. Her brown ones sparkled. Was I going to say no?

"Of course!" I said. I really wanted her back in my life. The smile in reply melted my toes and my heart. I realized how much I loved her. But it felt mostly as a daughter or little sister. "I want to see your portfolio to know what you've been doing the last four years. Then we'll take it from there."

"When can I show it to you?" she asked.

"Is tomorrow too soon?"

"Can I come at ten?" We made a date.

When I dropped her off, she thanked me for the lunch, and as best she could in the convertible leaned to give me a Sandy hug. As we hugged, she said, "I'm so glad I called you!" and kissed me on the cheek. I responded by kissing back, except my lips were near her neck. Oh well. I pecked her neck. "Me, too," I said, "It's the best thing that's happened to me all year, and it's been a great year!"

Sandy's pictures were disappointing. Four years in a photography major and six images were worth keeping. Her high school work was better. I didn't quite say that. 

"You need some work, but it's all pretty straightforward," I said. We were in my work space, her prints on wall racks under good lights.

"Will you help me?" Her hands were clasped in front of her, her eyes expectant and shining. Like a shy little girl. Unbelievably fetching and sexy at the same time.

"Of course." My heart was melting. I had to remember to breathe.

"It means so much to me. How can I show my gratitude?" She asked.

"Be my friend. Be my colleague. Be in my life," I replied. "That's all I ask. You bring me a lot of joy just by being here. I don't want to be without that again."

She moved to me and gave me one of her body-melting hugs. "I've missed you so much!" she whispered in my ear.

"I've missed you, too," I said, "And I love you so much!" We squeezed each other. We kept hugging. Her hair smelled so fresh, her body felt so good.

She moved to open her legs and put my leg between hers. She rubbed herself against me. I felt myself stirring. This was entirely unexpected.

"I love you, too," she said. "I always have."

We held each other tight.

"I'm happy to be your friend," she breathed in my ear, "but would you be interested in friendship with benefits?" She nibbled my ear lobe for emphasis.

Pressed against me with my arms tight around her, I could feel every curve. My cock finished hardening. I knew she could feel it against her tummy as she rubbed herself. "Mmm." She purred, "I think I know the answer." Her hand moved and stroked me through my shorts. "Can we start the benefits part right now?" She gazed up at me, and our eyes met. Her smile carried just a hint of wickedness. She squeezed my shaft, and licked her lips.

"Sandy," I said, "You don't need to do this. I'm just happy you're here." That was true, but would I turn her down?

"But what if I want to?" she asked coyly. Sandy's hand traced up my gym shorts to the elastic waistband. Her fingers hooked it and slowly started pulling them down. She also hooked my undershorts and pulled them down, too, exposing my rigid member. Her eyes never left mine, a slight smile on her lips as she watched my response. She worked the shorts over my ass, completely exposing my cock and balls. Her hand went to my pole and wrapped around it.

"Mmm. So big and hard. You don't know how many times I've thought of this moment, late at night. You have no idea how many orgasms I've given myself fantasizing about right now." With that, she peeled off her T-shirt, unclasped her bra, and dropped them both to the floor. I stared down at her two breasts, pencil-sized nipples jutting proudly.

"I've never let myself fantasize about you in that way," I said, "When you were under 18 it felt too perverted, and you were 18 when you left, and then I felt too much pain to fantasize about what I thought would never be."

She looked at me deeply. "Does that mean you don't find me attractive?" she asked, a little pout to her mouth.

"Au contraire," I said, "I have always thought you were the sexiest girl I had ever met."

"Really?" She asked brightly.

"Really," I answered, "I couldn't believe how naturally sexy you were. Without even trying."

"Well, it wasn't always without trying," she said impishly, "I was trying to see if I could get a rise out of you. Don't you remember how I'd always sort of rub up against you? Didn't you notice that I was always 'accidentally' bumping my breasts against you?" For emphasis, she squeezed my hardness.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I did," I said. The little vixen!

"It made my nipples hard to do that," she said. Taking her hands off me she pinched them and kneaded them.

I looked into her eyes. "May I do that?" Decision made.

She sighed, and closed her eyes. Jutting her chest towards me. "Only if you kiss them, too."

"Deal. But may I start with your lips?"

"Please." She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her naked breasts against me. Our lips met, at first lightly, but then with increasing pressure. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked past my teeth. My tongue met hers, and they danced together, first in my mouth, then in hers. We kissed for a long time. My hands roamed her naked back, down to cup her jeans-clad cheeks, back up to massage her shoulders. Her ass was so firm and tight. All the time our lips locked, our breathing growing more ragged. I rubbed my hardness against her belly. One of her hands traced down my cheek and chest, finding my erect head. She started to stroke my length.

I released my lips, and peeled off my shirt. "Come with me," I said, taking her by the hand. With my other hand, I took a moment to drop my shorts and undies the rest of the way. I stepped out of them.

"I hope to!" she giggled.

I led her to the adjoining living room, and over to the sofa. I sat her down in front of me. My cock was directly in front of her face. She took it in her hand, and in one move swallowed me to the base, her nose in my pubic hair. I groaned, as much in shock at the sudden move. The feeling was indescribable: soft lips, tongue, throat. She slowly came off, my purple head emerging from her mouth with a pop.

"You taste as good as I'd fantasized," she said. Looking at me with a smile while stroking my length. Without waiting for a response, she took me in her mouth again and started pumping her mouth up and down my shaft, her hand moving at the base of my dick in unison. It was heavenly, feeling the warmth of her mouth, the feel of her tongue that she used to massage the underside of my erection. She energetically sucked me, small moans coming from her. She came off me and licked my length, tickled the underside of my head with her tongue, and then swallowed me whole. 

She moved and rubbed my cock against her breasts, tickling my sensitive underside with her nipples, moving her smooth skin against mine, caressing her little globes against my hardness. She pushed them together and rocked to stroke my member in the crack between them, I responded and fucked her tits. Then she swallowed me again. It was an incredible blowjob. I could feel the stirrings of a massive orgasm building in my balls.

"Sandy," I said raggedly, "I can't take much more of this."

"Why not?" she teased, licking my length and looking up at me with a nasty smile, "What's going to happen?"

"I'm going to explode!" I said. 

"After all this time," she said righteously, "I deserve to taste your cum. I want you to cum in my mouth!" With that, she devoured me, and renewed her lip-stroking with a vengeance. I couldn't hold back. With a roar I felt my head swell and my cum spurt in jets. I gently grabbed her hair and held her while she swallowed it all. I saw stars, my orgasm was so intense. I spurted and spurted as I never remember doing so before. Sandy kept stroking and sucking my cock, murmuring little purring sounds as she took it all. She came off me, kept stroking my base while she looked up at me. "I love doing that for you." She said, stroking me ever more gently.

"I feel the need to reciprocate," I said. I dropped to my knees between her legs. I unfastened the button of her jeans, and lowered the zipper. I took a moment to caress and squeeze her breasts. Her nipples were hard, I twisted them a little and she moaned. 

"But first, a deal's a deal," Moving my face to her chest, I sucked first one, and then the other breast, taking as much flesh into my mouth as I could. Then I focused on her nipples, sucking them deep into my mouth, nipping them gently with my teeth, first one and then the other, my hands kneading the breast that I wasn't kissing. Her breath was becoming ragged, her hips slouched to have her pussy make contact with my momentarily limp cock. She rubbed against me.

I raised from her breasts and, while looking deeply into her eyes, tugged her jeans down over her hips. She lifted up a little to help, and I tugged her thong along with the pants. I worked them down her legs and off, casting them aside. I returned to her breasts, kissing and licking them. Slowly I worked my way to their undersides, and then I kissed and licked down her chest and belly. I stopped to pay special attention to the belly button I had admired for so long. She was a little ticklish and laughed. I laughed too, and continued to kiss her navel. I put my hands underneath her thighs and lifted them as I began to move my kisses down her belly. She had a thin strip of muff, the rest neatly trimmed. I kissed her muff and smelled her arousal. I didn't dawdle. Pushing her knees back to expose her sweet pussy, I stuck out my tongue and began with one big lick from the base of her vagina up to her erect clit. She cried out and pulled my head towards her, burying my face in her snatch. I licked and inserted my tongue into her pussy, moving it in and out, fucking her with my tongue. After less than a minute, she cried out, pulled my face into her again, and I felt an explosion of warm juices onto my mouth as her entire body stiffened in orgasm. 

I pulled back and looked at her beautiful face. "I'm happy I can do that for you," I said, "Would my lady care for more?" I moved and kissed her inner thighs, feeling her trim muscles with my lips. What wonderful legs! Long and slim. I thought about having them wrapped around my back.

She couldn't talk, but murmured "Uh huh!" And she pulled my face back to her glistening opening. I obliged by starting gently to nip and lick her outer lips, slowly building pressure on her as I increased the pace of my licking. Her hips started to grind against my face as she moaned in excitement. I was fucking her with my face again, and she responded by grinding herself against my lips and tongue, ever faster and more urgently.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed, and again exploded in my face, juices covering my cheeks as I refused to let go, continuing to eat her with now reckless abandon. I wouldn't stop. She kept grinding against me, pushing her pussy into my face. I responded by licking and sucking with a fervent rhythm. It felt so good. She tasted so fresh. She started cumming again, and it seemed she couldn't stop, orgasms breaking in waves over her as her hips shuddered uncontrollably against my mouth. She was screaming, her head thrashing from side to side as each new orgasm built on the last. She was out of control. I kept eating and wouldn't stop. Then, I just latched onto her clit with my lips, tickling it with my tongue. She almost exploded, thrashing, but I had her legs and wouldn't disengage myself from her sweet pussy. Finally, she begged for mercy.

"Stop! Please stop! Oh, I can't take any more! You've got to stop!"

I pulled back. "Does my lady like it?" I had a hint of teasing in my voice.

She smiled, coming down a little but still panting. "Can't you tell?"

"Well, I want to be sure," I said.

"Your lady likes it very much," she said with a sigh. Reaching, she found me hard again. "Will you make love to me?" she asked, "Right now?"

"I would be honored," I said. I moved her so that she reclined on the sofa, her head on a pillow at one end. Her long, beautiful legs were spread, and she held them open with her hands on her thighs. I moved between her legs and up, kissing my way up her belly, stopping to spend a minute with her breasts and nipples.

"You're driving me crazy!" She said, holding the sides of my head as I sucked her nipples.

I moved up to be face-to-face. I felt the tip of my cock at her warm entrance. She reached and held the base of my shaft, holding it to her. I looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you so much!" I said as I slowly pushed forward and sank my cock all the way in. She arched her back and moaned as she felt my hardness inch into her. Buried to the hilt, I lay still and we kissed deeply, tongues sparring. Her arms were around my neck, and it was like her hugs as her body molded to mine and we touched from head to toes. We spent a long time like that, motionless except for our kissing. Then I raised up on my elbows, still meeting her lips, and started a gentle rocking, sliding my long shaft back and forth, in and out, tenderly, lovingly. She moved against me in response, gently, lovingly. We wouldn't break our kiss. She hooked her legs around the backs of my knees, and her hands moved down to cup my ass cheeks. She pulled me towards her, trying to get me even deeper. Her breath came more rapidly now, and her moves against me sharper, and more urgent. She was building towards another orgasm. I was feeling fine, having already exploded once. I was out to wring every last climax from her before filling her with my seed. 

Our movements became more urgent, and she started moaning. We released our kiss and I went up on locked elbows, looking down to see her beautiful body make even more urgent movements in the freedom I had given her. I could watch as my cock moved in and out between her swollen pussy lips. It was an incredibly erotic sight. All of a sudden she arched her back and screamed, wrapping her hands around my back and pulling me frantically to her lips. Her kissing was ferocious as she came, alternately arching her back and spasming, and working her hips for all they were worth to fuck me. I could feel her juices coating my inner thighs. 

We paused for a minute to kiss. We lay still except for our lips and tongues, which caressed each other more gently now.

"That was wonderful," she purred, "But how about you?"

"I'm incredibly happy," I said, looking at her face.

"But I need to fuck you until you cum inside me," she said, frowning with concern.

"No need to worry about me, I'll be there soon enough."

"Well, then, let's get to it!" She wrapped her legs around my waist and started thrusting her hips against my cock. I didn't need to do anything, but I was in the spirit. I rode her like a bucking bronco, which was how she behaved, fucking me hard for all she was worth. I slid in and out of her well-lubricated snatch, my shaft feeling the movement and becoming even harder. I went up on extended arms again, freeing her to move even more excitedly, and letting me watch as my dick pummeled her. We fucked hard and long, matching strokes.




Sandy



Then it began to well up, and with it came feelings of deep love and affection. I came down and pressed my lips against hers. Feeling that I was close, she revved up even higher. We broke our kiss so she could moan and whimper, building to a climax herself.

"Here I cum, Sandy," I said, "Look at me."

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. "Keep looking at me, no matter what," I said.

It welled up and welled up and I tried to hold it back, while still banging away as hard as I could. Finally, I said, "Are you ready?"

She could only nod in rhythm with our thrusts, looking into my eyes and smiling just a little bit, the rest of her expression being passionate and wanton. "Keep looking at me," I said.

And then it came, or rather I did. "Sandy, I love you so much!" I said quietly into her eyes. I buried my shaft as deep as I could and let it all come forth. I felt my jism start to burst out, and then I felt as if I were falling through space, surrounded by stars. I was light-headed, dizzy. And all the while I felt the contractions of my cock, its purple head engorged and swollen as it pumped my seed deep into her. And all the while we looked at each other, she arching her back to receive my sperm, but looking at me, a little smile and a lot of lust in her face, sighing with satisfaction. I'm not sure what I looked like, but I felt great. Her hips twitched and thrust in simultaneous climax. She kept on, cumming hard and long. My orgasm seemed to last for hours, I couldn't count how many spurts I made, and even after I was spent the euphoria wouldn't stop. I leaned down and our lips met and it felt as if she would devour me; covering my face with kisses, holding my head and pulling my lips to hers. We came down a little more, and just held each other. She purred and melted into me in that Sandy way, but different, even more mature, it seemed. We stayed that way a long time. It took a long time for my cock to even begin to relax and go limp. Finally, I withdrew. She whimpered.

"I don't want you to go!" she moaned.

"Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from," I said gently.

"Good!" she said smiling. "That was wonderful, and I want plenty more."

"Then you shall have it." We spooned on the sofa, crammed into its narrow cushions, and napped, my arm wrapped around her and cupping a breast.

When we awoke, I was hard, my hand still cupping a breast and my dick between her cheeks. I gently kneaded her breast and pinched her nipple. She cooed and nestled back towards me.

"You seem to be awake!" she said, stroking my erection with her ass.

"Yup," I replied lightly, "T'would seem so."

"Let's not waste any time," she said. She lifted her leg and reached between them, taking hold of my cock and guiding it to her entrance. "Make love to me again!"

Was I to refuse? I slid forward and my member slipped easily into her still-moist snatch. It felt heavenly to be surrounded by her warmth and wetness. I moved gently in and out, she moving gently against me. We made love this way for a while.

Then, I moved in between her legs, rotating her onto her stomach. She spread herself to make room for me. It wasn't easy on the narrow sofa with its soft cushions, and we giggled as we fumbled. But then I was in position, sort of. I took a cushion from the back of the sofa.

"Get up and let me put this under your tummy," I said. We raised up, me still impaled within her, and I positioned the cushion underneath her. This served to raise her ass and let me penetrate deeper.

"Oh," she said as I bottomed out, "that feels good!"

It did. As I thrust forward, I could feel her ass cheeks against my belly. I would pull back slowly, almost withdrawing, and then move slowly all the way in, bottoming out and touching her cervix. She was content just to let me move. I could lean forward and kiss her neck. She moved her hair out of the way, and I spent a long time kissing her neck while I stroked slowly in and out of her pussy. We were having a great time.

Then, it was time to change the pace a little. I withdrew to where only the tip of my cock was inside her, and then taking aim, I engulfed her ear with my lips, sticking my tongue into it, while plunging my dick into her as hard and fast as I could. She screamed in an instant orgasm, goose bumps raising all over her. I stayed buried while I tongued her ear.

"Stop it!" she screamed. "I can't stand it!"

"Beg for mercy," I giggled, "Otherwise this is too much fun!"

"Mercy!" she laughed, "I can't STAND it!"

"OK," I said, "but take this!" I kept up a rhythm of slowly withdrawing almost all the way, and then plunging in hard and fast. Slow withdrawal, fast plunge. Slow, fast, slow, fast. Soon she came again in waves. She liked it. So did I.

"Let me get up on my knees," she panted. "I need to fuck you back." Propping one hand, I held her hip and we rocked back off the pillow to where she was on her knees, with me impaled behind her. She went to work, grinding her hips against me, moving them in circles as she fucked me. For my part, it was my turn to be still while she did me. And did she. After a while, her strategy changed to one of just thrusting against me with abandon, little feminine grunts coming with each backward move. I held her hips with my hands, soft skin, taut muscles, and just took it in, looking at the curve of her back to her waist, flaring some, but not much, to her hips, the crack of her ass, and then the scene of my hard penis sliding in and out of her pussy lips as she thrust against me. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and I really enjoyed watching my cock disappear and reappear, glistening with her juices.

Then, jamming herself back on me, she arched her back and exploded in another orgasm, taking all of me inside her and just holding still as spasms shook her hips. I felt her warm juices on my cock, and drip down my balls, which were pressed against her. She bent her elbows, putting her head onto the cushion. She sighed.

"Your turn." She whispered.

I needed no inspiration. I backed myself almost all the way out, and moved slowly back in. Slowly out, slowly in. And then I began to pick up the pace, sliding in with a bit more speed. Soon, I was slamming myself into her as hard as I could.

"Ooooooh!" she cried, "That's soooo good!"

I kept up the pace, screwing her for all I was worth. Again the sight was wonderful, her cute, tight ass in the air receiving every inch I could give her, her face turned to the side, eyes closed, a look of bliss on her sweet face. It was too much, I felt my cum start to move up my shaft. I started to go past the point of no return, and stopped.

"Oh," she said, "What's the matter?"

"I'm so close," I breathed, "but I want to take it slow. I'll count down the strokes to when I'm going to cum in you."

She nestled against me, wiggling her ass. "Do it." she said, "Make me cum with you that way."

I backed almost all the way out, and then slowly, ever so slowly, buried myself all the way. "Five."

Again. Very slowly. "Four."

Once more. "Three." I was close. I hoped I could stay on the numbers.

"Two." No going back. I pulled back, only my tip in contact with her pussy.

"One." She whimpered and her hands grabbed the cushion. I pulled back.

"Now!" I sank myself inside her with excruciating slowness, my cock slowly feeling her wetness as it made its way inside her vagina. She started howling. I bottomed out just in the nick of time, my hands gripping her hips for dear life. As I did, I erupted in another intense orgasm, sending jet after jet of sperm deep inside her. Jets and jets, it seemed I wouldn't stop. She writhed against me as she felt my contractions, her howl of pleasure continuing with my extended cumming.

We started to come down from our orgasmic high. She ground herself against my still-hardness. My cock was so sensitive, it almost hurt. "Stop!" I said, "I'm too sensitive!"

"No," she said wickedly, "It's my turn to drive you crazy!" And she ground herself against my dick.

"I'll pull out," I whimpered, "I can't stand it!"

"You will not!" She said, commanding me, "You'll take it like a man!"

For a while, it was excruciating. But then, it abated somewhat. I noticed I was still hard. That surprised me, old man that I was. I started to move in response.

"I knew you could take it!" she said, still grinding. "But it's my turn to be on top!"

We engaged in a comical, clumsy rearrangement of our bodies on the narrow sofa. Finally, she was straddling me. Grabbing my still-turgid member, she inserted it into her snatch, dropping down to engulf me in her wetness.

"I'm gonna ride you hard, cowboy!" she growled at me.

"Bring it on!" I said, and took her face between my hands and bent her to kiss me. She reacted hungrily and our tongues lashed each other as she rose up and down on my erection, fucking me with new-found energy. My hands roamed down her back to grab and hold her ass cheeks, feeling the movement as she rose and fell. What a great ass. What a great woman. We kissed and kissed.

After a while, I broke our kiss and leaned forward to take a breast and nipple in my mouth, sucking it while I massaged her ass. Her breathing quickened, and I redoubled my efforts. All of a sudden, she impaled herself hard on me and shuddered. I felt juices literally spurt down my shaft and reach my balls. I had let go of her breast with my mouth when she pulled back. I had a great view of her luscious, slim body.

She started slowly stoking me again, and I watched my cock disappear inside her and re-emerge, wet and slick. The feeling of all that lubrication was almost intoxicating. She fucked me slowly, gently now.

"Look at me," she said. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled a smile that lit up the room. "I love you!" she said gently.

"And I love you," I said, moving my hands from her cheeks to her hips, just putting them there, feeling her slow movements.

"Take me as your woman," she said huskily, "move me the way you want."

I gently moved her hips in more-or-less the same rhythm she had established. Then slowly I increased it in pace and intensity. Soon, I was jamming her onto me, plunging myself deep inside her. She started to gasp little gasps with each downstroke.

She bent and kept stroking, but now I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest. Lightly, as she moved now back and forth. She kept gasping with each stroke that buried me to the hilt.

"Pinch my nipples," she cried, "Please!" Her arms extended as she sat up, hands on either side of me. She counterthrust on her own now, and we were fucking hard. The only parts of our bodies that touched were our genitals. I concentrated on that feeling of cock against pussy walls, warm and wet.

"Feel it," I said, "Only our parts are touching each other.

"Yes!" She cried, "It's wonderful. You fill me up so well! Now pinch me! Please!"

I looked at the erect pencil points, and took each between thumb and forefinger. I pinched and twisted while I thrust up into her from below. Only our genitals and my fingers on her nipples.

"Harder!" Her eyes were closed, mouth tense, "Harder, please!" 

I squeezed and twisted for all I was worth, and we screwed away. She became more reckless, and a couple times she was so wild that our strokes were too long and I popped out. She quickly re-impaled me and continued the lovemaking of my life. I kept up my attack on her nipples.

"Oh! Here it comes! Cum with me! Please! Cum with me!"

That was all I needed to put myself over the top. "Yes! Here...I...CUM!"

And with that, I arched my back and lifted her up, my engorged head exploding again in many spurts of hot sperm. She screamed and tried to settle even deeper onto me as I came, her own body wracking from a powerful orgasm. It seemed to go on forever and ever, all my consciousness focused on the head of my dick buried inside her, cumming inside her, spasming inside her, squirting inside her, spurting inside her, emptying my body and my soul inside her. I felt as if I were turning inside out, spilling myself and my entire being into her through my penis.

We came down, and she nestled on top of me. "That was incredible!"

"It's all been incredible," I said gently, "I love you."

She kissed me deeply. We kissed some more. And more. I hugged her naked form close to me, feeling her breast, her taut tummy, her legs on either side, my dick still encased in her pussy. I was still a little hard. She clamped her muscles and giggled through our kiss. I giggled back.

"It would take a lot of this to kill me," I said between smooches. I thought about how an old man could have four orgasms. I felt 22 again.

"Do you mind if I try?" she asked, with mock innocence on her face.

"No, Sandy," I said, "I look forward to a lifetime of it, no matter how long that lifetime might turn out to be."

We resumed kissing, and I held her close as she melted into me, in a typical Sandy hug. 



Sandy



I was inspired to write this after hurricane Sandy. This is 100% fiction, except for the hurricane. Hope you like it.

*

I was trying to crank out a nightmarish 15 page paper for my English class. It was a Sunday night and I was in my college dorm, working furiously, cursing my natural procrastinating skills. Classes had already been called off for the next 2 days because of the storm we were supposed to get. So most of the kids, my roommate Cade included, had taken the opportunity to go home for the long weekend. But not me. Or my girlfriend of 2 years, Liv. I didn't have a car on campus, being a freshman, so I didn't really have a choice. And Liv, who was a sophomore with a car, didn't want to risk driving in case the storm hit. Or at least that's what we told ourselves. I think we both knew it was a good excuse to stay on campus while everyone was gone and spend the weekend screwing like wild animals. 

So anyway, I was laboring furiously over my laptop, iTunes blasting through my speakers, with only 4 pages to go, when the power blew. Just like that, it went pitch black. Thank god I saved my work! Exasperated, I leaned back in my chair and put my hands over my face. "Shit!" I hissed. I knew exactly how to finish the essay, now I had to wait for god only knows how long. I sighed and stood up carefully. It was so dark, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face! And it was deathly quiet, except for the falling rain outside. I pulled out my phone, an iPhone 4, and found my flashlight app. Turning it on, I surveyed my room and walked carefully over to my bed, stepping over my guitar case and a pile of clothes. I lay down and was about to go to sleep when my phone rang, making me jump. It was Liv. I answered "Hey gorgeous. What's up?"

"Hey baby. Did you just lose power?" 

"Liv, I think the whole fucking state just did. I can't see a thing here!" 

"I know. And I'm a little spooked here. Could you come over and keep me company? You know I'm scared of the dark." (Imagine that. A girlfriend scared of the dark. Jackpot!) There was no way I was refusing. "Anything for you, sweetheart. I'll be right over." This was basically a guaranteed lay for me. 

"I look forward to it. Bye, boyfriend." She hung up. 

The challenge was getting to her room in one piece, across the parking lot. I grabbed a sweatshirt and a flashlight and set off. Just getting out of the building was bad enough! I walked into walls and took multiple wrong turns before I found the exit. Losing power around here was a clusterfuck! Then I had to walk through howling winds and a hail of rain that felt like machine gun bullets. I was soaked by the time I found the entrance to her dorm building. Walking inside, the building was pitch black. I finally found her room using my flashlight. She shared a "suite" with 4 other girls but they each had their own room. All the other girls were gone. Perfect. I could hear something coming from her room but wasn't sure what it was. "Liv?" I called, taking a step towards her room. The sound got louder. I froze as I realized what it was. Moaning. If she's doing what I think she's doing...I thought as I reached for the doorknob. 

I opened it to loud moaning and a greeting. "Oh baby, you get me so horny. Just the thought of you makes me wet. Hearing your voice down the phone was too much. I can't wait to-" she stopped and sat up, the bed springs creaking. "Matt? That is you, isn't it? I'm not creeping out one of my professors right now?" 

I laughed. "Relax babe. It's me. You probably can't see me. Or anything for that matter." 

She sighed. "Thank god. It just occurred to me it might not be you. Anyway, where was I?" she lay back down, still completely invisible, and continued. I could see her outline and her hand moving vigorously. "Oh, I'm so horny. This feels so good. I want your massive cock buried balls deep in my dripping wet pussy. Does that sound good baby? It sure does to me. Ohhhh, the juices are running down my hand now. Here it comes baby! Ahhh!" she screamed and relaxed. 

"Wow. That was quite a show." I clapped.

"Thank you. I work on it." She stood up, panting. "Let's get some light in here." Her sexy outline walked over to her dresser and lit several candles. The room was bathed in flickering light. I finally saw Liv for the first time. She was completely topless and had on only a thong. The candlelight gave her sexy bellybutton ring a glow.

She smirked and ran her hands up and down her soccer-toned body. "Like what you see? Baby, this is only a preview!" Then she noticed I was dripping wet from the storm. Her jaw dropped. "Shit. You shoulda said something! I thought I was the only one dripping wet. Here, give me that. Let's get you warmed up. And not just temperature speaking." She smiled and came over. I quickly stripped down to my boxers and gave my soaking wet clothes to her. She tossed them on the floor and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. We just stood there for a minute until she said, "How's this? You feeling warmed up yet?" She was a good 6 inches shorter than me but her body heat felt really nice nonetheless, especially with her C cup boobs crushed against me. 

I smiled in the darkness. "It feels great. Thanks." I buried my face in her hair, taking in her scent. 

She said suddenly, "Oh, the things I want to do to you! Come here!" she grabbed me and started kissing me violently, sticking her tongue in my mouth. I reached down and picked her up, still kissing madly, and carried her over to the bed. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down on top of her, fumbling for my cock through my boxers. She finally pulled them off and started pumping my cock vigorously. I groaned and slid her thong off and stuck a finger in her. To my surprise, she was already gushing down there. I began fingerfucking her and squeezed and kneaded one of her tits with my other hand. She groaned and stopped jacking me, pushing me off her. She crawled between my knees and slowly ran her tongue up and down my cock before plunging it into her moist, warm mouth. I groaned loudly and grabbed the bed sheets, trying to restrain myself from shoving my cock down her throat. Instead, I grabbed her hair and gently held it away from her pretty face as she savagely attacked my manhood, humming softly and sending major pleasure through me. It was too much for me when she swirled her tongue around the tip. Shockwaves of pleasure pulsed through me as I unloaded what seemed like buckets down her throat. 

I collapsed on the bed, groaning. She crawled up to eye level, licking her lips and swirling some of my semen around her mouth before swallowing and resting her head on my chest. We just lay there for about 10 minutes, waiting for me to recover. Liv smiled as she felt my now hard cock poking her stomach. 

"Oh dear. Someone's excited again. We'll fix that!" She sat up and got on her hands and knees, motioning to me, "I'm all yours, babe." 

I got on my knees and slowly penetrated her pussy. It's hard to say if her mouth or her snatch felt better. I grabbed her waist and started slowly plowing, resisting the urge to just rail her and be done. I wanted this to last. She moaned softly and inched closer, trying to get it in deeper. 

"Please baby...harder...." she pleaded. I complied, increasing my pace. 

"Ohhhhhh yyeeaahhhhh, that's it. Oh god..." she said. I gently took one hand off her waist and gently pulled her hair. "Yes, baby. Pull my hair. Fuck me like I'm your bitch." 

I went even harder, now reaching around and grabbing her boobs. She turned her head and exclaimed, "Oh yes! You're driving me fucking crazy. Don't stop!" she screamed and threw her head back, coming violently. I gritted my teeth and held back, her pussy walls contracting and squeezing my cock. 

Her orgasm subsided, and she went limp. I pulled out and said, "Woah! Woahwoahwoahwoah, stop! Stop! I'm not done with you yet! It's your turn to do the work!" 

She turned her head and grinned, covered in sweat. "Excellent. Now you're my bitch. Get your ass on the bed and lay down!" 

I was only too happy to oblige. Liv squatted over my cock and slowly impaled herself, facing me. She then proceeded to lean over me, putting her boobs right in my face, and start riding me. Holy shit, this was a real challenge to contain my orgasm! I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked vigorously, raping the other with my hand. She moaned and picked up speed. I stopped sucking and pulled her down to eye level, kissing and groping her perfect ass intensely. She pulled away and gasped, "Here it comes! Oh my god! Maaattttt! Yeeesssss!" 

This was finally too much for me. I groaned twice and blasted. Liv rolled off me, breathing hard and sweating. I collapsed on the bed, eyes closed, and wiped the sweat off my face. Liv rolled over to face me with a smile, her face flickering in the candle light. She leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips, before leaning her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around me. There was silence, except for the rain and wind outside. 

I finally sighed and stood up. Liv asked, "Where are you going?"

"Back to my room. I don't want someone seeing us." 

"Everyone's gone for the weekend. And even if there was someone still around, do you really think they'd be walking around in a hurricane, with no power? Exactly." She paused and added quickly, "And don't forget, I'm terrified of the dark." 

I turned around and walked over to the bed. I said in a scary voice, "Don't be afraid of the dark. Fear what lurks within it." I playfully tackled her with a laugh, careful not to knock over the candles. 

She laughed and said, "Ok Stephen King, cool it." We locked eyes and, a split second later, lips. It must've lasted for a solid minute before we broke apart. 

I stared into her hazel eyes and said seriously, "Liv, I love you so much." 

"I love you too. I'm not scared of the dark with you here."

I smiled. "Shit. I'm cold. Where are my clothes? I'm getting dressed." I stood up and reached for my shirt.

Liv snorted. "Why? I'm just gonna fuck your brains out again soon enough. It's not worth it. If you're cold, come under here." She motioned to the blankets and pulled them over herself. 

I smiled again. "I guess you're right." I walked over and pulled the sheets back and lay down. I grabbed Liv and spooned her, one hand rubbing her toned stomach and the other caressing her boobs. We were soon asleep, despite what she said about another round. 

Waking up to your naked girlfriend grinding her ass into your cock is a pretty good way to start the day. Even better is when she starts making breakfast completely naked. Or when she pours syrup all over her tits and stomach and makes you lick it off. Liv did all of the above the next morning. After breakfast, and still without power, we spent literally 2 hours in the shower washing each other and fucking against the shower walls. 

That night was spent in my room, but we were both spent from all that sex, so we only did it once before I serenaded her to sleep with my guitar. She did wake me up with a blowjob though. Then before everyone returned, we had a quickie on her dining room table. Needless to say, we were both pretty sore down there by this point. She walked me back to my room and gave me a long, tongue filled kiss goodbye. I spent the next hour filling in my roommate, Cade, on what went down while he was gone. Power was finally restored that night. The next morning, Wednesday, classes resumed and life went back to normal. I did get a text from Liv saying, "same thing next time we lose power? ;)" Needless to say, I was sold to that idea from the start. I can't wait for the next power outage.



Sandy Always Wins



Sandy always got what she wanted. All throughout high school, she had everything handed to her - from good looks to money. At 32, she still had it all. Her perky 36D breasts caught every guy's attention. Sandy prided herself in being able to get any man.

Martha and Sandy were best friends, but there was always a rivalry. Martha's 34C did not compare to Sandy's breasts. While Martha was 5'4", Sandy was 5'8". Martha was a little too white while Sandy had the perfectly tanned, smooth skin. Martha had medium length brown hair while Sandy had full, long, dirty blond hair. The list went on and on.

Martha was the first to get married, though. She met Marcus, her Prince Charming, in college. They fell in love and as soon as they graduated, they were married. Sandy was a bit jealous, but did not really let it bother her. She hooked up with other men for one night stands, but eventually, it got to her. 

Fast forward to now. Martha was doing the dishes while Marcus was watching football when the phone rang. Marcus picked it up.

"Marcus speaking, who's calling?"

"Oh hey, Marcus! It's me, Sandy! Listen, tell Martha I'll be there in a few minutes! I'm in town for business and I need a place to stay for a bit. Okay, thanks! Bye!"

Without even being able to reply, Marcus put down the phone. 

"Honey, Sandy's coming over to stay?"

"Must have completely slipped my mind! She called about a week ago because of her conference. She needed a place to stay, so I figured why make her pay while she can stay here?"

Marcus did not want to argue, so he just smiled and nodded. It would only be for a few days, how bad could it be?

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Sandy hung up her cellphone and kept driving. He sounded even more delicious on the phone. She was going to have him very soon, but it would take a little bit of patience. She smiled evily as she pulled into the driveway. Her top was very low-cut; it would show off enough cleavage to entice her soon-to-be husband. 

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The girls were catching up. Marcus just sat by and watched tv. Although, his eyes were obviously on Sandy and her amazing breasts. Sandy caught Marcus looking a few times and licked her lips when they locked vision. She made sure to be as tempting, sexy, and alluring as she could while she stayed there. Phase 1 was complete. He was interested. 

That night, Martha berated Marcus for ogling Sandy. He told her that he wasn't ogling her and quickly changed the subject to sex, something of which she turned him down

The next day, Marcus and Martha woke up to an amazing smell. Sandy was already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. 

"Oh, Sandy, you shouldn't have!"

"I know, but I figured he should try my cooking, to see whose is better, that is." 

Martha smiled weakly as Sandy winked playfully, causing Marcus to blush. He could not stop thinking about her body. Her hourglass figure made her look like a goddess, like she was photoshopped. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help it. 

Martha had her breakfast and left for work. Marcus worked at home and did not have a lot to do today, so he decided to do some chores. As he was sweeping, a delicate pair of arms wrapped around his back. 

"Hey there. Don't you think you should leave this for Martha? She is the woman, after all." 

"That's not how it works in our marriage. We compromise."

Sandy sighed as she held onto Marcus.

"The poor baby's all tense." 

The woman backed off and then started rubbing Marcus's shoulders. Her touch felt heavenly. Marcus let out a deep sigh as Sandy massaged his neck. She leaned in close and let her breath run across his neck.

"How was breakfast?" 

Her whispers chilled him and excited him at the same time. He wanted to answer, but he found himself immobile. Whether out of excitement or his own free will, he did not know. She took this opportunity to walk around to the front of him. 

"Was it that good, that I left you speechless? Or is something else the matter?" 

Sandy bit her bottom lip and shoved her chest out ever so slightly. She saw the rising erection in his pants and smiled evily. She knew that if she could one foothold, she could go all the way with him sooner than expected. Sandy stepped forward and put her hands on his chest.

"Martha's lucky to have such a sexy man like you in her life. Your sex life must be amazing."

Silence.

"That bad, huh? Well don't worry, I know someone that will take real good care of you." 

She pushed him against the wall.

"N-no, our sex life... It's great!"

Sandy rolled her eyes. She was so close!

"Oh really? Tell me right now, then, to stop. If your sex life is steady and great for you, then just tell me to stop."

-----

Marcus gulped. To be honest, Martha had been holding out on him ever since a month ago, after he started to work from home. It was her way of punishing him. He desperately needed it, but he couldn't cheat on Martha!

She started rubbing his crotch and slowly unbuttoned the top of her blouse, letting her breasts peek out. She pressed up against him and kept rubbing through his pants. Sandy smiled as she leaned forward and licked the side of his face.

"I think you were lying. There's a punishment for lying to me, my sweet. You lose the right to wear your pants."

Marcus didn't move, so Sandy took control. She undid his jeans and pulled them down. His cock strained against his boxers, and to add to the torture, she removed the rest of her bra while continuing to rub his dick. Her full breasts came spilling out as she removed her bra. Sandy grabbed Marcus's head and shoved it between her tits. 

"I bet Martha never did anything like this. Go ahead, my pet, suck on them."

Marcus subconsciously did as he was told. He began to suck on each of her breasts, as if his life depended on it. Each time he did, he elicited a soft moan from her that turned him on even more.

"I always get what I want."

She said it aloud as she crashed her lips against his. This was the moment of truth, if she could ensnare him now, then he would fall prey to her. He tried resisting at first, but his urges were overpowering him. Marcus's resolve broke down and started kissing back. It was so raw and passionate. They were fighting for dominance, even though Sandy was clearly in control.

The blond woman slowly sank to her knees. In one swift movement, his boxers were gone. She gasped audibly when she saw his large, hard cock.

"Is that for me, baby?"

She kissed it lightly, sending a shudder though his body. She licked up and down his length hungrily. then, she pur it between her ample breasts. 

"Come on, Marcus, baby. Fuck my titties. They're yours."

Sandy sandwiched his dick between her own breasts and then started sliding them up and down. His head fell back against the wall. She was amazing! Finally, she engulfed his member in her warm mouth. She started groping herself as well, to make it even more erotic. Marcus was in heaven and didn't care what was going on at that moment other than the beauty at his feet.

Her tongue kept dancing across his dick while she was rubbing both her chest and her wet pussy. She knew she should take it slow and no matter how bad she wanted him, she would have to wait. For now, though, she had picked up the pace. She wanted to make him cum on her and in her mouth. She wanted to taste a small piece of her victory. Sandy started deepthroating the poor husband, trying to get him off. And just her luck, he couldn't hold it in any longer. 

"Sandy, I'm going to..." 

She nodded and Marcus came hard into her mouth. She pulled off and let some fall onto her chest. 

"Very yummy, my sweet."

She stood up and smiled, her mouth curled into a smile.

"I bet my toy liked that, didn't he?"

All he could respond with was a nod.

"Good, because you and that cock of yours belong to me and me all alone. No more sex with that pathetic wife of yours. You worship me, you'll do whatever I say. Is that clear?"

Marcus let out a moan as Sandy grabbed his dick. 

"Mine."

She made sure to reaffirm the fact that Marcus was now hers.

"Let's lay down some rules, I want to really piss off Martha. You're going to treat me better, flirt with me, let me feel you and vice versa, and last but not least, whatever I say, goes. Okay?"

"But I still love her. I can't just do this to her. No, it stops here. I shouldn't have even let it go this far...."

Sandy got on her knees again and slowly started stroking his rock-hard dick. 

"She told me about her punishment for you and that there's no sex until you get a quote unquote real job. She's always so bitchy and whiny and she only wants sex when she feels like it. Face it, love, I'm just the better option. I'm sexier, more fun, and I'm exciting. You. Are. Mine. No more buts about it. I can even tell right now that you're wondering if you married the right woman. Aren't you, you naughty boy?" 

"Y-yes."

"Yes, "my love" or "baby" or whatever you can come up with. Especially around your wife. She needs to learn her place under me. As such, you will not do anything. No chores, nothing. I want that energy for sex. You're the man of the house and I'm the woman of the house. We don't even have to lift a finger, she'll do all the work. Now let's go clean up and get ready for the maid to get home."

Sandy winked at Marcus. Everything was in a haze. He did not really hear anything she said, but he had to agree to it. He started comparing the two women in his head. Sandy was a take-charge, dominant, confident, and sexy woman while Martha was quiet, reserved, unsure of herself, and kind of plain looking, by comparison. He felt more alive with Sandy than he ever did with Martha. He could get used to this. Besides, she had it coming for the way she'd been treated him.

-----

Martha walked through the door to see the two on the couch. Sandy was snuggled up to Marcus as they watched a movie. She just kind if shrugged it off. 

"Hey guys, what's for dinner?"

Martha asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Why don't you tell us?" 

Sandy's words were said cheerfully, but also hurtfully. She wanted to tear Martha down and now that Marcus was hers, she could finally prove, once and for all, that she was the best and to finally get her revenge.

-----

Back in college, Martha had gone behind Sandy's back and slept with her boyfriend of a month. She was starting to like him when Martha started flirting with him. It was out of character for her. Apparently, some of her friends goaded her into doing it. She finally got him into bed with her and they banged each other until Sandy walked into the dorm room and saw them naked, fucking each other. She forgave Martha a few weeks later, but she never really meant it. Now, it was time for revenge.

-----

Martha sighed and went into the kitchen when the pair started shouting orders, asking for drinks, snacks, whatever they could do to get on her nerves. 

"It's getting really hot in here!"

Sandy took off her blouse, revealing her bra. Martha walked in and gasped.

"Sandy!"

She turned to look at Martha.

"It was hot in here! Marcus doesn't mind, do you?"

Martha glared at Marcus, but he pretended that it went by unnoticed. 

"I don't mind that much, baby. If it's hot, feel free to take it all off."

He winked at her and smiled.

"Ugh, you're impossible!" Martha stormed off back into the kitchen. 

"That was wonderful, sweetie. Keep it up. You're allowed to walk all over her. As her best friend, I give you permission."

"I give you permission as well."

Marcus winked back.

"Since when does the mistress need permission from her slave?"

Sandy laughed as she tackled Marcus to the couch. She was on top as they locked eyes. She gently placed her lips on his and then, like a fire, it started growing wilder. 

"Dinner's ready!" 

Martha yelled from the kitchen. The frustrated couple gave up and went into the kitchen. 

-----

At the table, they kept talking, mostly competing. What puzzled Martha was that Marcus was siding with Sandy on everything. Sandy was basking in the glory; Marcus was the man for her. He loved praising her and giving her glory. What also started to annoy Martha was that her husband kept calling Sandy "sexy" and "babe", among other things. When she asked him to stop, he said that he was just being polite to their guest. 

Martha finally brought up the two girls' bodies. Sandy was really starting to piss her off, so she'd deal a low blow.

"You may say you have the better body, but I seem to remember a certain boyfriend of yours thought differently."

Sandy turned red with anger, however, she would strike back.

"Well, let's see who has the better body now, Martha? Marcus, who would you rather have sex with right now? Me? Or her?"

"That's an easy one."

Martha smiled triumphantly.

"I would much rather fuck you, than Martha." 

Martha's countenance dropped instantly. Revenge was sweet.

-----

After dinner, they went into the living room to watch TV. Martha was going to sit on the couch with her husband, but he was already there with Sandy. Sandy was still only in her bra and her really short shorts. Her breasts bounced with every move she made and Marcus seemed captivated. A movie came on, so they dimmed the lights. Sandy smiled as she whispered something in Marcus's ear. He grinned as she kissed him, passionately and visibly. 

"What are you guys doing over there?"

Martha started to get up.

"Just worry about yourself, Martha. I've got business to tend to, if you would excuse me."

Sandy winked at Martha as she unzipped Marcus's pants. She pulled out his hard cock and started to shower it with licks and kissed. Martha couldn't be sure what they were doing, but it looked a lot like Sandy was sucking off her husband! Based on the sounds he was making, he seemed to be enjoying it! 

-----

"Sandy, babe, I'm gonna cum!" 

Marcus exclaimed, confirming Martha's fears. Marcus came all over Sandy; her face and tits were covered in cum. She licked off what remained. 

"Oh baby, I love it when you cum on me!"

Sandy exclaimed, as she looked over at Martha, who was both angry and upset. 

"Okay, baby, now it's time to pleasure me."

Marcus understood as he got on his knees and pulled off Sandy's panties. He dug his face into her crotch, eliciting a loud shriek from her.

"Sandy, are you okay?"

Martha stood up. Now, it looked like her husband was eating her out!

"I'm f-fine!" Oh yea, baby. Lick your mistress's cunt!"

Marcus pushed his tongue into her as he ate her out. He never did this to Martha. He noticed that Sandy was shaved and smooth, whereas his wife wasn't. This turned him on even more. 

"Oh baby! I'm gonna-"

Sandy came onto Marcus's face. He greedily kept licking until she finally stopped him.

"Oh, M-Martha, will you please get some towels? We seem to have made a bit of a mess." 

Martha stood up and made sure to look at the two while she walked out of the room. Sandy had Marcus's dick between her breasts now. It was as if they didn't care if she was there!

When she came back, they were making out again. She threw the towels at them and sat back down. Why she didn't leave, she had no idea.

Then, Sandy got the perfect idea. Martha knew what she was thinking, but Sandy did it anyways. 

"Marcus, I want you, right now."

Sandy was in compete control. She tore off what little remained of her and Marcus's clothes. Slowly, and in plain view, Sandy lowered herself onto Marcus's cock. Martha screamed at them to stop.

"Now, Martha, as a guest in our home, there's no need to be rude! My Sandy and I are spending some time together!

Marcus kept grunting and thrusting. Sandy decided to go further with it.

"I'm better than that old whore of a wife you used to have, right?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Sandy. Much bettet!"

"Who do you and your—ah—cock belong to?" 

"Only you, my love."

"Who do you love?

"You, of course."

Sandy was satisfied with these answers. She knew it would make Marcus even hornier and she was right.

"Marcus, ohhh yea, baby, fuck me in front of your wife! Cum inside of me!" 

Marcus stopped holding back an shot his load into Sandy. She screamed in ecstasy as he held her down onto his cock.

"Good. That's a good boy. Now, one last thing..."

She weakly got off of Marcus and walked over to Martha. She pulled her ring off and licked it sensually, sucking on it and kissing it as she walked back to Marcus who put it on her.

"He's mine, now."

Sandy kissed Marcus passionately. Martha finally left the house. She just stormed out and left. There was no trial, no court case, they just divorced. Shortly after, Sandy and Marcus married. Martha learned, that week, that Sandy always gets what she wants. 



Sandy and Best Friend's Hot Cousin



Sandy checked herself out in the mirror as she got ready for the party for her best friend Ashleigh's 25th birthday at an area hotel, finally satisfied with the way she looked once she had slipped on a basic black dress over stockings, and a lacy black bra and thong. 

She wasn't a party person to begin with, always feeling out of place among Ash's wild, hot friends. 

Sandy didn't smoke or do drugs, and drank very little. She was sure the others at the party would find her totally boring.

Perhaps she was; if it had been someone else asking her to go, Sandy would have said no, but she and Ashleigh had been friends since fifth grade, and how many times did someone turn twenty five? 

Besides, Sandy figured she'd stay for an hour or two, then head home before things got too wild and turned into a bash of the others--including Ashleigh--going up to their rooms to engage in marijuana, more drinking, and eventually random sex.

She would always warn her friend several times about the risks of fucking strange men, but Ashleigh would laugh it off, saying she kept condoms around for that purpose.

Ash had also told Sandy that she usually "finished guys off" with her mouth if they refused to wear a condom, and if the dude was hot, had a nice sized dick and knew what to do with it, she was doing him!

When Sandy finally arrived at the hotel where the party would be, she saw the usual crowd in the banquet and party room Ash had rented out. She knew a lot of people were from out of town and figured they had rooms upstairs in the same hotel.

But what she wasn't counting on was seeing Ashleigh's cousin--and Sandy's old crush--Charles there.

Sandy remembered developing a crush on him when she was sixteen and he had been twenty one and a lifeguard at the community pool. 

Even back then, he had been attractive with flat abs, perfect round ass, short cropped dark hair and clear, light blue eyes. 

She also couldn't help but see that he also had a great package between his legs, something his swim trunks had not concealed.

But Charles had dated mostly gorgeous, tall, blond bikini model types around his own age back then. 

Even if she had been old enough and he was nice to her, she doubted he would have asked her out, despite being Ash's best friend.

At 5'2, Sandy been about 175 pounds with dark hair and though she was pretty, wouldn't be a threat to any of the girls he'd dated (and likely slept with). And of course, compared to other girls, she was "a bore"--and a virgin at the time.

Still, she fantasized about him for the next few summers while in bed at night, bringing herself to some of the most memorable orgasms while doing so.

When Sandy had gotten down to 140 pounds before going off to college, where she had begun dating and eventually marrying Paul, a department store manager three years older than she was. Sandy had met him when she was nineteen and looking for a gift for her father's birthday. 

Though he wasn't Charles, Paul had been a great husband outside of the bedroom, and hadn't failed to satisfy Sandy beyond her wildest dreams in it either once she had given him her virginity on their wedding night. 

They had been very much in love with each other before Paul had become ill with cancer and passed away when Sandy was only twenty three.

She had buried herself in both her college courses and work, trying to hide the pain of losing her husband, and though Ashleigh had tried to fix her up with other men and invite her to parties, Sandy wasn't really interested in anyone else.

But now when she spotted Charles, he was more gorgeous than ever and her teenage memories had come back to her. 

Even under the dress pants and shirt he wore, Sandy could tell he still had a great body.

Ashleigh had then caught up to her, giggling that she could see that Sandy had spotted him. 

"He's divorced now, you know," Ash had told her. "Has been for the last few years."

"Who on earth would leave a guy like that?" Sandy wondered. "He's the whole enchilada of looks, smarts, and personality."

"His ex-wife, that's who," Ashleigh snorted. "Apparently Charles wasn't enough for her, especially when he caught Kimberly humping the guy from down the street. Who knows who else the slut fucked before that."

"So is he seeing anyone now?"

"Nope. But he seemed real happy when I told him you were coming tonight."

"Nice try, Ash." Sandy rolled her eyes. "I was never his type."

"How do you know? Because he dated bimbos before he married the human mattress? Look, at least go say hi. You haven't even as much as had coffee with a man since you lost Paul. Come on; it's been a forever since you and Charles saw each other, and you aren't sixteen anymore."

She dragged Sandy by the hand, taking her over to where Charles stood.

"Hey, cousin," Ashleigh tapped his shoulder. "Guess who this is?"

He had looked down at Sandy with those eyes. "My God. Sandy Pierce? What happened?"

She managed a chuckle. "I got older and changed a little. And it's Sandy Dillman now."

"I say you did," he said, smiling appreciatively as he looked her over.

"I'll leave you two alone to catch up," Ashleigh said. "Beth wants my attention for something anyway."

"So you're married now?" Charles asked once Ash had gone. He sounded disappointed.

"Well, I was. Paul died almost two years ago. He had cancer."

"Sandy, I'm terribly sorry. I suppose Ashleigh told you about my divorce."

"Yes, and it's a shame. But with the kind of man you are, I'm sure you will find a great girl who will really appreciate the incredible man you are."

"I only wish. All the luck I've had lately have either been one night stands or gold diggers."

Sandy shook her head, feeling a little sympathy for him. Here was a man with a successful career and thirty years old, yet had no one to share all those things with him.

"So what about you? I bet a beautiful lady like you has a list of boyfriends."

"Not quite. Paul was the only man I'd gone out with before we got married. I haven't seen anyone since he died. Frankly, I'm kind of a boring person for most men."

"I never thought you were boring, just a girl with good values," he said. "Would you like to go outside for a bit? It's a nice night."

"Sure, all right," she agreed. It was just Charles, after all.

They walked for a bit behind the hotel, talking some more before they came to a small park that was secluded and, with the exception of a dim light, was practically dark.

"Let's stop here for a few," he said.

"Are you sure it's safe? It isn't a very well lit place."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Sandy giggled a little, feeling totally comfortable all of the sudden.

"You know, Sandy, I always thought you were a pretty girl," Charles confessed. "Thing was, you were too young back then, jail bait as they call it. I see you took some weight off since then, but at the same time, I'm glad you didn't get rid of all of it."


"Are you messing with me?" she asked, laughing again.

"Not in the least. I find curves very sexy. I only went out with those other chicks because that is what the other guys found as 'the norm,' plus I was waiting for you to come of age, to say the least. But by the time you did, Ash told me you went off to college."

"Yeah," Sandy nodded. "I did."

"Sandy?"

"Yes?"

"Would you find me crude if I asked if I could kiss you?"

Her heart was in her throat. "No...no...of course not."

As he looked deeply into her eyes, Charles raised his hands to her face, gently cupping it. 

Lowering his mouth to hers, he softly touched Sandy's lips with his, sliding his tongue into her mouth to explore hers as she tasted wine and sex on him.

"Charles....." Sandy began, not really knowing what to say once he had pulled back, smiling down at her. 

"Jesus, Sandy, now look what you've done to me," he said, taking her hand and holding it to the erection in his pants before his kissed her deeply again. "I want you so much, baby. "

She leaned against him and closed her eyes, lips slightly parted while feeling warm between her legs, his tongue teasing hers while his hands roamed her body, before sliding up under her dress and into the thong Sandy wore underneath, his fingers finding her love box.

"Mmmmm, nice wet little pussy," Charles growled in her ear before pulling her over to a bench. "Someone is as horny as I am. Let's have a little fun."

"Here?" Sandy wondered, concerned about being caught, especially if Ashleigh came looking for them. 

What would she think about her cousin fucking Sandy, and in a small park behind the hotel at that?

"Nobody can see us, baby," he reassured her, staring down with those eyes that always got her going. "Come on, live a little. I don't think you're that boring."

Kicking off his shoes, unzipping his pants and removing them--along with his underwear--in one sweep, Sandy could see his erection even in the low light.

Charles turned Sandy around and bent her over the bench in front of them until her ass was in the air. 

He lifted the skirt of her dress and spread her legs, pushing her thong aside, and licking her pussy all over until Sandy shuddered in orgasm, gripping the back of the bench hard while trying not to cry out.

"Mmmmm, Sandy," he said huskily. "I bet you fuck as good as you taste, baby. Time to find out."

He then stood up, positioning himself behind her. Sandy gasped softly as she felt his nine-inch length enter her gradually.

Charles grabbed her hips as he pumped in and out of her slowly at first, and then began thrusting faster. 

Sandy enjoyed the sensations of him moving in and out of her, his cock filling her so full, practically forgetting that she was having sex outdoors with her best friend's cousin.

Charles pumped in and out of her, not missing a stroke as his balls slapped against her ass, grunting how hot Sandy was and how good it felt fucking her.

She had cum again before Charles had pulled out, leaving Sandy feeling empty for a few moments.

He then sat down on the bench, pulling her onto his lap, his hands moving down her sides and resting on her hips. 

"You ever fuck on top, baby?" Charles asked.

Moaning, she nodded and ran her hands through his hair, kissing him. 

Sandy felt his hands on her hips as Charles lifted her up and gently lowered her onto his hardness, his entire manhood filling her once again.

Charles used his strength to move her up and down, easily putting her in total bliss as she bounced up and down on his tool, moaning in pleasure with each stroke of his cock in and out of her cunt.

"Damn, baby," he panted, enjoying what was happening, "you're as hot as I always imagined."

"Is that right?" Sandy asked sexily. "You like getting this pussy? You love being inside me, don't you? Is that why you brought me back here, you dirty, horny boy? Fuck me, Charles. Fuck me good with that big hard cock."

"I'll give this hot little pussy something you won't forget," he growled back at her, "I've wanted to fuck the hell out of you since you were sixteen. You've always wanted this cock too, didn't you, baby? Oh, damn, Sandy, ride me harder!"

Sandy bit her lip to keep from screaming out in orgasm as she picked up the pace while Charles bucked his hips up to bury himself deeper

They continued satisfying their long-buried sexual urges right there on the park bench for what seemed to be a long time, the thoughts of anyone catching them totally abandoned.

"Oh shit, baby," he moaned. "You're a better fuck than my ex was....your husband was a lucky bastard to have you, Lord rest his soul. God, Sandy, fuck my cock..you are so fucking hot!"

Soon, she could feel Charles tensing up, his motions becoming more pronounced, his breathing heavier and faster as his orgasm approached.

"Sandy, Sandy...oh God, baby," he said almost breathlessly. "I'm going to cum!"

His hands embedded on her hips, Charles bucked her up and down onto his body in short quick movements, his breath catching in his throat. 

He let go a loud groan as streams of hot cum flooded Sandy's cunt before his climax descended, his hands still around her ass for a few minutes before she gathered the strength to climb off of his body.

"Goddamn, baby," Charles said, breathing heavily as he watched her adjust her thong, pull her dress down and put her shoes on. "That was fucking amazing."

Sandy grinned at him, handing him his pants and shoes. "Well, it was good for me too. You're the first guy I've had since my husband died."

"You went without sex for TWO YEARS?!"

"I did. Thank goodness for the vibrator when I did get horny, though. Told you I was boring."

Mmmm....well, if you think you're boring, I'd like to see what exciting is! Something tells me that we need to go up to my room and finish what we started."

She giggled. "Perhaps we should, but we better make an appearance back at the party before Ashleigh sends out the search team. Wouldn't want her to think we were having TOO good of a time, wouldn't we?"

He winked and took her hand once he'd gotten dressed. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Five minutes, then we go upstairs. We've got a lot more catching up to do, baby."