15 comments/ 83078 views/ 123 favorites The Video Tapes By: nightstalker1960 "I'm sorry. We can't take these." The woman said, sliding the boxes of VCR tapes aside while her assistants sorted through the rest of the items. "Why not?" I replied, looking into the boxes. The tapes were all unlabeled, obviously home recorded. I had no idea what they were, and really didn't care. Monica had asked me to get rid of everything in the garage, and that was what I was doing. "They are home recordings, either home movies, or recordings of movies. Either way, they aren't something we take." The woman said, as she one of her helpers handed her a list of the items she had sorted. "You can either take them with you, or toss them in the dumpster out back." She said, as she scribbled some numbers on a note pad. "As for the rest, I can give you a donation slip if you would like." "That's alright." I replied, stacking the boxes and picking them up. "Where did you say the dumpster was?" "Around the east side of the building." She replied, before turning and calling for more help. I thanked her, and walked out to my truck, glad to at least be rid of the stuff. Dropping the boxes into the back, I climbed in and made my way around the building. I saw the dumpster immediately, as well as the huge truck parked in front of it, unloading stuff. It was obvious he would be a while and I had no desire to wait. Shrugging, I turned the truck around and headed out, figuring I could toss them in my own garbage. Jessica and I rarely filled our trash can, and with her gone for the week, I was generating even less trash. Driving home, I found myself wondering if perhaps there were some old home movies from when Jessica was young. I decided to at least check them out before tossing them. I was sitting in the living room, a beer in one hand, and my cock in the other. The television displayed a grainy movie of a middle aged woman on her hands and knees, eagerly sucking one guy's cock while another guy knelt behind her, slowly easing his own cock into her dripping cunt. At least I assumed her cunt was dripping. The image was not very clear, and the camera appeared to have been set on something and allowed to record on its own while the participants seemed more intent on the sex than the quality of the show. All three of them wore masks, those ridiculous half masks you see in cheesy porn movies that really don't hide much. In fact, if it wasn't for the cast members, I wouldn't have even bothered watching the thing. But the fact that the woman was without a doubt, my wife's mother, well that put a whole new twist on things. The guy kneeling behind the woman grabbed her by the hips as he began pounding into her with total abandon, the sound of his body slamming into hers audible on the tape. Every time he slammed into her he jarred her forward, forcing her to take more of the other guy's cock into her mouth. He didn't last long, and after a half dozen strokes, he pulled out, letting his cock erupt across her back. By then my cock was pulsing eagerly, as my hand began stroking, long swift strokes. The one guy, having emptied his load, climbed off the bed and out of view. The woman, apparently eager for more, released the other guy's cock and fell backwards, dragging him with her. In moments he was buried in her pussy, her legs hooked on his arms as he drilled into her. The camera jiggled and I realized the other guy must have picked it up as it moved in, giving a close up, if blurry image of the woman's pussy, as the guy slammed into her. I was actually getting into it, as the second guy seemed to have a bit more stamina, and drove into her mercilessly. I could feel my own orgasm rising as the woman cried out, her words unintelligible, but her voice, there was no denying who she was. It was that simple fact that was enough to send me over the edge, my cock erupting in spray after spray of hot jizz just as the guy slammed hard into her, his ass clenching as he erupted, his cock filling her with his seed. I nearly jumped out of the chair as the phone rang. Grabbing the towel, I quickly wiped the cum off my stomach before reaching over and grabbing the phone. At the last second I pressed the pause button on the VCR before answering. "Nick, this is Monica." The voice on the phone said; the same voice that had just cried out in pleasure on the tape. "Oh, Hi Monica. What's up?" I replied, sitting up and taking a swig of my beer. "I just wanted to thank you for cleaning out the shed for me." She said, her voice sounding nervous. "I was wondering, did you happen to find some VCR tapes out there?" "Uhm, yeah. There were a couple of boxes of them. They were home recorded stuff and the place wouldn't take them. I left them in the truck." I said, glancing over at the half empty box. "Thank God!" she said, the relief evident in her voice. "It's just; well there are tapes in there from when Jessica was a baby." She continued, her nervousness returning almost immediately. "Oh. I bet she would want those." I said, smiling to myself. "I'll go get them out of the truck so she can watch them when she gets back." Her gasp was audible, followed by a long pause. "I, uhm, I really wanted to sort of put them together as a surprise for her. Turn them into a DVD or something." Monica said. "Oh, she would be surprised!" I thought, imagining Jessica's reaction to seeing her mom in a porn movie with two guys, neither of which was her dad. "I understand. I'll just set them aside and bring them by tomorrow." I said, glancing back at the TV as the image of Monica, licking her own juices off the guy's cock, filled the screen. "Actually, uhm." Monica began, a nervous tremble in her voice. "I have to run out and get a few things. I could stop by tonight, if you don't mind." "Damn." I thought, looking longingly at the pile of tapes. "Well, if you want to." I replied, wondering if she would notice if I kept a couple. "Great! I'll be there in a little bit." She said, "See you then." A little bit could mean anything from a half hour to she was right around the corner, which gave me no time to sort through the tapes and maybe keep a couple. I quickly ejected the one I had been watching and shoved it back in the box. Remembering I had told her I had left them in the truck, I rushed out to the garage and shoved the box into the back, pausing to look at them wishfully. A sudden inspiration had me grab one of the videos before heading back into the house. It was a crazy thought, but right then I wasn't thinking too clearly. I had just shoved the tape into the VCR and sat down with a fresh beer when the doorbell rang. I jumped up, and rushed over as Monica opened the door and announced herself. "Hi, Mom." I said, as she walked in. I couldn't help but eye her up and down wondering how she compared to the way she looked in the video. She didn't look much different, but with clothes on, well... She was wearing a white blouse that was just sheer enough for me to be able to tell she had a bra on, and a dark blue skirt that left enough of her legs visible to catch my attention. I found myself getting aroused already. "I was just having a beer, you want one?" I said, walking past her to the kitchen. "No thanks, but I wouldn't turn down a glass of wine." She replied, smiling at me. I filled a glass for her and grabbed myself another beer. I needed all the courage I could muster if I was going to do this. My cock was already stiffening, pressing against my pant leg as my plan played through my mind. Walking back into the living room I handed Monica her glass, and invited her to sit down. "I know you said you wanted to surprise her, but I just couldn't resist." I said, picking up the remote and pressing the play button. "Besides, she'd never let me watch these once she got them anyway." I added, turning to smile at Monica, as she stared in horror. She reached for the remote and quickly pressed the stop button, but not before a quick image flashed across the screen; an image that made it quite clear that this was not a home video of Jessica as a child. "Oh, uhm, God, I'm sorry mom." I said, trying to look shocked. "I was just hoping ..." "God, Nick. I'm the one who should be sorry. I had meant to get rid of these after Bob died." She said, blushing as she ejected the movie and shoved it back into its box. I took a swig of my beer as I sat down on the couch next to her. "I must say, I'm a bit surprised that you would have copies of movies like that. I never thought you were the sort to enjoy watching that sort of thing." I said, playing like I had no idea they were home movies. "Jess and I watch some once in a while. I don't suppose I could ..." "No!" she said, looking shocked. "I mean, well, this was Bob's stuff really. I don't think I would feel comfortably knowing my daughter and her husband were watching movies Bob used to watch." "They pretty bad?" I said, leaning back into the couch and resting my beer on my lap, right against my cock, which was starting to swell. "I don't know. I mean, I never watched them." Monica said, blushing. "Really? I mean, you seemed to know what it was as soon as it started." I said, lifting my beer and taking another drink. She looked at me wide eyed. "You, I, oh God. Nick, did you watch them?" she said. "Just part of one of them, and then you called." I replied honestly. "It seemed rather amateurish. The video wasn't very clear and the actors all wore masks to hide their identity. To be honest, it was pretty low quality stuff." I replied, trying to gauge her reaction. "That's kind of harsh, don't you think? I mean, it must be pretty hard to do that sort of stuff in front of a camera." She said, a touch of defensiveness in her voice. "That's true, but if you're going to make a movie like that, well, at least do it well, and those masks, they made it seem almost comical." I said, downing the last of my beer. I stood up and started toward the kitchen. "I'm getting another beer, you need a refill?" I said, nodding toward her still full glass. "Oh, I, Uhm ... yeah." She said, lifting her glass to her lips and downing the contents. She stood up and handed me her glass, then followed me into the kitchen. "So, you really didn't like the movie?" she said, as I poured her another glass and handed it to her. "Oh, I don't know. It was out of focus mostly. And what I could make out, well ..." I said, grabbing a beer. "To be honest, I only watched a few minutes. The quality was just too distracting. Besides, I like to be able to see the actors' faces, you know, to sort of identify with them." She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the hint that I didn't recognize her in the movie. I took a drink from my beer and started back toward the living room. "Uhm, maybe you just got a bad one." She said, as she sat down. "They can't all be that bad." "Maybe, but like you said, it would be kind of awkward to watch some of Dad's old porn. Jessica would probably freak out just knowing it was stuff he used to watch." I said, not bothering to add that she would definitely freak out once she recognized her mom. The look on Monica's face told me she was probably thinking the same thing. "It's just, well," Monica said, blushing. "It doesn't matter does it?" I said, as I sat down on the couch and took another drink. She sat down beside me, and I noticed her hand was trembling as she lifted her glass to her lips and took a sip. "I guess not. It's just, well ..." she said, taking another sip. "Listen, if it would make you feel better, I could keep a few, watch them, and let you know if some of them were better." I said, doing my best to act nonchalant. "No!" she said, staring at me. "I mean, you're right. It really doesn't matter. Besides, I really should just throw them away." "Well, maybe we could watch a few together before you leave. You know, just to see that not all of them were bad." I said, smiling at her reaction. "Talk about Jessica freaking out." She said, taking a long drink from her glass. "Oh, I don't think she'd mind. After all, we'd just be watching a couple movies and critiquing them. Besides, we wouldn't have to tell her they were porn movies." She just stared at me, wide eyed and I struggled not to smile. "Oh, relax. I'll get you another glass of wine." I said, standing up and finishing my beer before holding out my hand for her glass. "Of course, after three, you can't drive, so plan on sleeping in the guest room." I added, as I walked back to the kitchen. As I returned with her wine, she looked up at me and smiled. I handed her the glass, and she immediately brought it to her lips, tipping it back and draining it. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She said, holding the glass out to me. She took a deep breath and smiled up at me. "Okay. Get me another glass, and then go get the box. We'll screen a couple, and you can give me your opinion." "You sure?" I said, looking down at her. "Just hurry up before I change my mind." She said, breathing deeply. I resisted the urge to rush as I went back to the kitchen and refilled her glass. Walking back in, I held it out to her. As she grabbed it her fingers wrapped around mine for a moment, gently squeezing them as she looked up at me. "I'll go get the rest of the tapes." I said finally, my words seeming to break the spell. She just nodded and sat back on the couch, her chest rising and dropping rapidly with each breath. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were clearly outlined against her blouse. The walk out to the truck and back seemed to take forever. By the time I returned, Monica was holding up her empty glass. "One more." She said, as I placed the box on the coffee table. "You sure?" I said, taking her glass. "I'm sure." She replied, forcing herself to smile. As I walked back to the kitchen, she started going through the tapes. "There's no titles, just numbers." I said, as I walked into the kitchen. "I know, I mean, I see that." She called out. I walked back in and handed her the glass before picking up my still full beer. She handed me a tape, her fingers shaking. "You ready?" I said, walking over and putting the tape in the VCR. She just nodded, and smiled weakly as I walked over and sat down next to her. She held up the remote and took a deep breath before pressing the play button. I had expected to see the same sort of grainy image, but this one was crystal clear. The image of a woman, her back to the camera came on, accompanied by soft music. The woman was wearing a bathrobe, which she slowly lowered, keeping her back to the camera. It didn't matter much, as I knew exactly who it was, but I had to make a comment. "Now, this is better. The image is clearer, and the music, that's a nice touch." I said, as the woman let the robe fall to the floor, revealing her bare ass. The camera zoomed in, filling the screen with the woman's ass, as she swayed back and forth in time to the music. Slowly, she turned, the image still only showing her lower torso. Her fingers covered her pussy, only a bit of the hair on either side visible as she turned to face the camera. "That's it, baby." A voice spoke, soft and encouraging. I recognized it as Bob, but didn't say anything. I glanced over at Monica briefly, trying to gauge her reaction. She was staring at the screen, her hand gripping the edge of the couch. Slowly the camera zoomed out, inch by inch revealing the woman, her flat stomach, her heavy breasts topped with dark hard nipples aching for attention. The camera moved back until everything was showing up to her neck, as the voice encouraged her to let him see. "This is nothing like the other one." I said, as the camera refocused on the bed, showing the woman's ass as she climbed onto the bed, her legs parted slightly as she gave him an unobstructed view of her ass and pussy. "The image is much better. I'd still like to see the woman's face, but ..." I could see the moisture glistening on the woman's pussy lips as her fingers began to explore the folds. She parted her legs more, as her fingers began to delve into her opening, becoming covered in her wetness. Her hips began to gyrate and her fingers began moving more rapidly sliding in and out of her pussy, slick with her fluids. "Oh, God. I can't believe I'm, Oh God!" the woman moaned, her hips shaking as her pussy clenched around her fingers, fluids glistening as they dripped from her opening. "Oh God, please! Oh God, I, I need..." the woman begged her ass thrusting backwards as her fingers continued to caress her opening. "What is it, what do you need." The man said, anxiousness in his tone. At the same time, he zoomed in, her pussy filling the screen as the lips pulsed and clenched. "I need a cock. Please, oh God, please!" the woman cried out desperately. "Say it again." The man said as the image jiggled slightly and moved back, showing the woman from a side view, everything visible except her face, which was turned away from the camera. Her long black hair fluttered as she twisted her head from side to side, begging him. Her head lifted and slowly started to turn toward the camera as she continued begging. "I think we can call that a decent movie." Monica said, as she hit the stop button. "I, uhm, yeah." I said, my eyes drawn to her long black hair as it cascade down across her shoulders. She noticed my gaze and blushed as she leaned forward and grabbed another tape. "Here, try this one." She said, handing me the tape. I stood up and walked over to the TV. As the tape popped out of the VCR, I swapped it with the one she had given me, before turning and walking back to the couch. I could see her staring at the swell in my pants, my cock, fully erect, straining to burst free. As I sat down, she took another long sip of wine before pressing the play button. "I think if this one is decent, we can agree that not all of his collection is bad." She said, as her hand dropped down onto my thigh, inches from my cock. "Okay, but this time, don't stop the movie before I get to see your face." I said, my hand dropping down to cover hers and guiding it to my cock. I wasn't sure how she was going to react. I felt her hand tug back for a moment as she stared at me in horror. "Oh God, you knew?" she said. I just nodded, and grabbed her hand, gently guiding it back to my cock. She sat there frozen, staring at me as I reached over and pressed the play button on the remote. She leaned back against the couch, her fingers massaging my cock as the screen came to life. I released her hand, and moved my own hand across her thigh, smiling as her legs parted slightly, and her hips thrust upward to press her groin against my exploring fingers. "We made these after Bob had his stroke." She said, her fingers caressing my cock. "It was the only way he could, uhm..." On the screen Monica was on her knees, her back to the camera as her head bobbed up and down, obviously sucking some guy's dick. The shot was close in enough that all you could see of the guy was his chest and hands, but it was obvious he wasn't Bob. "As Bob got worse, he couldn't, I mean ... and he got one of his friends, ugh, Oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. He, uhm, that's Devon, he, uhm," By now her hips were thrusting against my hand, and I could feel the dampness beginning to soak through her skirt. "He was, uhm, he worked with Bob at the, oh God..." Her hand was squeezing my cock hard, her fingers clenching and unclenching rhythmically. Her breathing was strained, almost gasping as she thrust upwards against my fingers. I slowly managed to push her skirt out of the way, and moved my fingers between her parted legs, pleased to feel the dampness soaking her panties. The Video Tapes "At first, he, uhm, at first we would, uhm, afterwards, but, but, Oh God!" She released my cock, her hands going down to cover mine as she pressed my fingers against the fabric. "Eventually, oh, oh, eventually even that was more than he could do. Oh God, Oh God!" I could feel her pussy pulsing against my fingers, even through the fabric as she humped my hand frantically. The video was completely forgotten as I watched her catapult towards her orgasm. "He still, oh, oh, he still liked to watch, and, and God help me, I, I liked it. He didn't want me to stop, and I didn't want it to stop either." "Oh, Oh, please! Oh God help me, oh, oh, God!" she cried out, her head flailing from side to side. "What is it?" I said, not knowing what else to do. Things had gone so much farther and so much faster than I had thought they would. She clutched at my hand, pressing it against her crotch as she thrust upwards against it, her panties soaked with her juices. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, as she humped against my hand frantically. "I can't, oh God, I..." she cried out, her hands releasing mine long enough for me to push her panties aside, and slide my fingers between her slick pussy lips. "Oh, Please! Oh God." she cried, her hands clawing at my hand, her hips thrusting frantically. My hand went back to work immediately, my fingers exploring her drenched pussy, sliding easily inside as she ground her clit against my palm. "This is, Oh God, Oh God!" she cried out, bucking wildly, as her pussy clamped down on my fingers, contracting in a series of rapid spasms, as she leaked even more juices. She held my hand tight against her upthrust pussy, her hips bucking and twisting as she came. After several tense seconds she collapsed back onto the couch, her hand still gripping mine as her other hand gently squeezed my cock. I sat motionless, not sure where this would go. It was all happening far faster than I had planned, and I didn't want to do something that would end it. "Oh God, Nick! What are we, oh God!" she cried, rolling toward me and burying her face in my chest. I slipped my hand from between her legs and slid my arm around her, pulling her close in a protective embrace. I didn't know what to say, afraid anything I said would be wrong, and put an end to this. Instead, I just sat there watching the TV as on the screen Monica sat astride a man, slowly sliding up and down his cock. The shot zoomed in, focusing on her glistening pussy lips as the man's cock forced them apart, driving deep inside her. Monica's real moans mixed with the sexual moans from the tape, and I felt her fingers begin to caress my cock, each touch forcing my muscles to clench. "I need, I need, Oh God." She cried out as she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Without a moment's hesitation, she guided my cock to her sex starved opening and slid down my length, her pussy shuddering as inch by inch I filled her. I wasn't sure what to do, as she pressed her hands into my chest and began humping me furiously. I wanted desperately to grab her hips and thrust into her, to meet her uncontrolled lust with my own, but I wasn't sure how she would react. In moments, it no longer mattered as her body began shaking uncontrollably, and her hips thrust hard against me, forcing me deep inside her as her pussy convulsed, the spasming muscles drawing me over the brink, and I erupted, my cock spewing my molten seed deep inside her. Each pulse of my cock forced her to shudder in pleasure until finally she collapsed on top of me, her hands clawing at my chest as she sobbed into my shoulder. "Oh God, Nick. Oh God, what have I, oh God, I'm so sorry." She sobbed, her words in direct contradiction too the pleasurable thrusting of her hips as she continued riding me, her pussy clenching at my cock, drawing it slowly back to life. Her thrusts became more deliberate, more urgent, and she began kissing at my neck, my chest, and eventually my mouth. Her tongue dove into my mouth, urgent, desperate as she gave in completely to the fire burning between her legs. She broke off the kiss, her hands pushing her body to a sitting position as she ground against me, my cock thrumming deep inside her. Grasping her blouse, she lifted it off, tossing it across the room, and then unhooked her bra, letting it drop to my chest revealing her tits, glistening with desire, the nipples hard, begging for attention. Grabbing my hands, she pulled them to her chest, holding them there as she ground against me, fully impaled on my rock hard member. "This is, oh, this, oh, oh Oh God!" she cried out, her body going rigid as she came, her juices seeming to explode around my cock, flooding, and dripping down between my legs. I relaxed, expecting her to collapse forward, but she held my hands to her chest, her hips writhing and twisting as she gasped for air. "Oh God, Oh God, Cu... cu... cumming!" she cried out, her pussy convulsing again, as she stared at the ceiling, her head shaking from side to side. I felt her relax slightly, her hands releasing mine and dropping down to press against my chest. She leaned forward, finally looking at me, her expression a mix of total lust and horror, as her hips began thrusting again. "Oh, Oh, Oh God! I'm ..." she cried out, shuddering, her arms collapsing under the strain. Finally she collapsed against my chest, sobbing, as her hips twitched and shuddered, her pussy convulsing along the length of my cock. I didn't know what to do, my cock, hard as ever, pulsed deep inside of her, eager for more. I brought my hand up to caress her back, part of me wanting to comfort her, part of me wanting to urge her back into action. She began kissing my neck again, soft wet kisses, as her hips slowly began thrusting again. "So, Oh God, so good." She whispered, her lips caressing my skin, moving toward my mouth. My hands slid down her back, grasping her ass, as she began thrusting in earnest, her pelvis grinding against mine as she moved her lips across my cheek, seeking my mouth with unrelenting need. I began thrusting up into her, timing my thrusts to work with her grinding. My cock burning with need, I pulled her hard against me, bucking wildly, struggling for release. No longer caring what she did, I grabbed her ass and rolled onto the floor, my hands supporting her against me as we slowly dropped down, her hip bucking wildly until I had her pinned against the carpet. I grabbed her legs, pulling them upward as I plunged into her, each stroke of my cock catapulting me closer and closer. She stared up at me, her mouth hanging open, her hands clawing at my back. I hooked her legs over my arms, lifting her up as I pounded into her without mercy, my only thought to unload the burning need boiling up inside of me. "Oh God, so, ugh, so Oh!" she gasped, her head flopping from side to side, her eyes closed. Her tits bounced wildly, every impact of my thrusts driving hard into her, seeming to drive her wild with need until I drove deep into her, the final thrust impaling her as I exploded, my cock pulsing deep inside her, each pulse making her shudder and gasp until finally, exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, my chest pressing into her soft tits as she gasped for air. It was still dark when I woke to an empty bed. Rolling over I stared at the alarm clock, my eyes taking several seconds to focus on the glowing red numbers. It was 4:18. I considered rolling over and going back to sleep, but then I heard the sound of the shower running. Climbing out of bed, I walked slowly to the bathroom door, my cock already responding as images of Monica flashed through my head. Opening the door slowly, I stepped inside, my eyes locked on the image of Monica, her outline barely distinguishable behind the frosted shower door. "Nick?" she called out, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Yeah, I just woke up, and heard you in here." I replied as the shower door slid open just enough for Monica to peer out. As she did, her breast pressed against the glass, the solid contact making the image perfectly clear, and the effect was immediate as my cock sprung to life. "I couldn't sleep." She said, her eyes fixed on my rapidly hardening cock. "This is, I mean, everything happened so fast." "I know." I replied, stepping towards her, my cock now pointing straight at her as it bobbed and pulsed. "I don't, I mean, it's, well..." she stammered, her eyes glued to my cock as I edged closer to the shower. "I, I don't think..." she said, licking her lips as I reached out and put my hand on the shower door. "That's up to you." I said, horny as ever but not wanting to push things. "It's just, well, I, oh God, Nick. This is crazy." She said, her hand grabbing mine and pulling me to her. As I stepped into the shower her hand went immediately to my cock, as she pressed into me, her tits crushing against my chest as her fingers rubbed my cock between her legs. "I was standing in here thinking of you, and, oh God, this is crazy." She said, as she slid down my body, her mouth leaving a trail of tender kisses across my flesh. "We really can't." she said, looking up at me as she rubbed my cock across her cheek then slowly ran her tongue up the length of it. "I know." I replied, not knowing what else to say as her mouth opened and she engulfed my manhood. The water was beating down on her, matting her dark hair to her skin as she attacked my cock with crazed need. She took my entire length, her nose bumping against my pelvis as her throat seemed to spasm, struggling to accommodate my length. Slowly she moved her head back, withdrawing inch by agonizing inch, as her tongue danced a ballet across the underside of my cock, urging an eruption that I knew would be too soon in coming. She stopped, with her tongue seeming to wrap around the head of my cock, swirling and dancing as I struggled to retain control. She looked up at me and smiled, releasing my cock for a brief moment. "You know, I could get used to this." She said, before wrapping her lips back around me, and slowly dancing her way down my length. "Get used to this." I thought, as my hands dropped down to rest gently on her shoulders. "You think you could get used to this!" She moved up and down my length twice more, all the while staring up at me. I could feel the pressure building and she seemed to notice as well. She attacked my cock with renewed fervor, her tongue dancing along the length, as stroke after stroke rapidly brought me to the edge, and without a moment's hesitation she pulled me off the cliff. My knees threatened to buckle as she pulled my cum from me, her mouth drawing every last bit before releasing me with a satisfied pop. I collapsed backwards against the shower wall as she slid up my body, her fingers caressing my cock, as it started to soften. "You need a minute? She asked, her lips brushing against my skin as she continued sliding up my body. I just nodded, afraid my voice would crack as her fingers worked my cock. She smiled, releasing my cock and turning to face the shower. She grabbed the luffa and squeezed some body wash on it before turning and handing it to me. "Would you be so kind as to wash my back then." She said, as she turned back around and backed toward me. I slowly managed to stand up, and began softly running the luffa across her back. She seemed to be really enjoying it, as she pushed back towards me, until her ass was rubbing against my cock, the pressure combined with the slipperiness of the suds, had my cock reviving quickly, lodging itself in the crack of her as she slowly began humping against it. II reached around her, my hands seeking out her tits, rubbing the suds across her soft flesh as she continued sliding up and down my cock. I let one hand slowly make its way downward across her stomach as she began moaning softly. The luffa felt to the floor as my fingers slid through her pubic hair, gently parting her pussy lips as the head of my cock began playing peek a boo between her legs. Sensing I was ready, she leaned forward, placing one hand on the shower wall while her other hand reached between her legs, grabbing my cock and guiding it to her waiting pussy. The first contact of her inner folds sent me slamming forward driving my cock deep into her as she bent forward even more, allowing me to penetrate deep into her hungry cunt. Water sprayed across her back, running down between us as well as saturating her hair. I wanted desperately to slam into her with total abandon but her hips were writhing and twisting so much I was afraid of slipping out. Instead I just grabbed her hips, holding her to me as best as I could while she writhed and twisted on my cock. "Never, ugh, never fucked in a ugh, in a shower, ugh, before." She muttered, as her movements became almost frantic. "Oh, ohhh. God, this is sooo, oh my God." She cried out, her hands pressing against the shower wall as her cunt slammed down, clamping onto my cock. Her movements lost all rhythm, humping wildly and shaking uncontrollably. I could feel her muscles contracting, pulsing against my cock as she went wild. I looked down, watching her ass flex and twist, my cock buried deep inside her as she came. I could feel her lean back against me, using me to support herself as her legs gave out, nearly pulling us to the floor. I stood motionless, my cock pulsing deep inside her, my hands gripping her hips keeping her from collapsing. She raised her head, looking back at me, her hair matted to her face, hiding her features. She seemed to regain her footing, her legs beginning to support her weight as she slowly began rotating her hips, grinding against me her pussy hungrily devouring my manhood, pulsing and trembling along my length urging me to lose control. "Oh God, fuck me Nick." She hissed, her face still hidden as she pressed back against me, her back arching upward, and then thrusting back hard, struggling to gain every inch of my cock. I slowly began moving in and out, trying to move in synch with her trembling thrusts. Her hands gripped at the sides of the shower struggling for purchase as I slammed into her with all my strength, the slapping impact of wet flesh on wet flesh drowning out her groans of pleasure. My balls slapped against her furiously, their impacting eliciting tremors of pleasure, which urged me to fuck her even harder. "This is, oh God, I Oh God." She cried out, pressing back against me so hard I nearly fell as her pussy convulsed again, the muscles struggling to grip my cock, as her whole body went limp, stumbling and nearly falling to the shower floor. The contractions of her pussy hurled me over the edge, and I exploded, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I emptied what little cum I had left. My legs lost all strength and I slipped backwards, our combined weight more than I could support. We slipped to the floor of the shower in a tangled mess of arms and legs. Suddenly Monica started laughing as she struggled to untangle herself, my cock slipping free as she finally managed to roll sideways and turn to look at me. "This is crazy." She said, her hand reaching out to brush my cheek as the water sprayed down, drenching both of us. I looked at her, watching the water as it rolled down across her body, pouring in small streams off her still hard nipples. Her hand slowly slid down my body to rest lightly on my cock as she stared at me, her lips curled into a soft smile. "I don't want this to end when Jessica comes home." She said, shifting onto her knees and leaning toward me, her lips seeking mine. I didn't know what to say so I just sat there, as she began kissing her way down across my body. As she reached my lap, her lips brushing across my cock, she looked up toward me, her fingers holding my cock against her chin. "I really don't want this to end, and, and it doesn't have to." She said, before guiding my cock to her lips. "Maybe we should, uhm, maybe we should..." I began, as she slowly engulfed my cock, incredibly breathing new life into it. "I like that idea." She said, releasing my cock and slowly standing up. "Let's take this to the living room." She continued, as she turned and shut off the water, giving me an up close view of her smooth round ass. She turned back around, holding out her hand to help me to my feet. As I stood, she moved in close, her body pressing against mine as I gained my feet. Grabbing towels we dried each other off before stepping from the shower. She smiled at me as she playfully stroked my cock, her fingers lightly caressing my flesh as me made our way to the living room. "Now, where were we?" Monica said, as we sat down on the couch. Her hand went immediately to my dick, gently stroking it as she smiled. "Oh, that's right." She said, bending over to lightly kiss the head of my cock before looking up at me. "I was telling you how I didn't want this to end, and it doesn't have to, not if you don't want it to." She turned her attention back to my cock, her lips encircling it, drawing me slowly in. What little bit my cock had softened slowly disappeared, as she moved her mouth over my cock. My hands dropped down, gently caressing her wet hair as she moved up and down the length of my cock. I could feel her tongue swirling around, urging my forward as her fingers slowly massaged my balls. I looked down her body, slowly examining every inch as she shifted her position, rolling to her side, giving me access to her pussy. I shifted sideways, lowering myself beside her on the couch, my hands and mouth seeking her body as she moved again, allowing me to slide beneath her. All the while, her mouth continued to work her magic on my cock, slowly pulling me more rigid. As I slid beneath her I grabbed her ass pulling her fully on top of me. Her legs parted, as my mouth kissed its way between her thighs, anxious to taste her. The first contact must have been better than she expected. My tongue caressed the length of her opening, relishing in the mixture of our fluids as she dove down onto my cock, burying her face in my groin. She let out a muffled moan as my tongue parted her lips, sliding along her opening, and brushing lightly across her clit. Her hips began thrusting gently, as my tongue began exploring her. Every move of my tongue causing her to thrust against me as her mouth engulfed my cock completely. She parted her legs further, as she released my cock and pushed herself upright, forcing her pussy hard against my mouth. As she sat upright, her puckered anus came in to view, the muscles pulsing as I continued to delve into her pussy. Unable to resist the temptation, I slid forward. Pressing my chin against her pussy as my tongue snaked out to caress her pulsing asshole. She let out a gasp of surprise and pulled away momentarily. I clung tight, pressing my chin against her clit as I strained to reach her ass again. She writhed and twisted, finally moving so my tongue once again made contact. Urged onward by her sporadic thrusting, I pressed my tongue against her asshole, smiling inwardly as the pulsing muscles slowly relaxed, allowing my tongue to penetrate slightly. It was like hitting the start button on the mechanical bull, as her whole body began shaking and writhing. Her hips rolled, thrusting her ass backwards against my mouth as she cried out in pleasure. I could feel her fingers digging into my thighs as she fucked my mouth, her hips rolling back and forth as my tongue caressed the muscles of her ass. As quickly as it started, it stopped, as she suddenly went rigid, her ass pressing against my face. I could feel her muscles collapsing, grasping at my tongue as she cried out, her whole body trembling until she finally collapsed, her body falling forward, her ass and pussy now out of reach of my hungry mouth. The Video Tapes I watched her ass tremble as she slowly slid down my body, her hips writhing and twisting. As my cock sprung free, poking up between her legs, she raised up, her hand reaching down to grab my cock and guide it to her hungry opening. She slowly eased down onto my cock, her pussy still seeming to be convulsing, her ass trembling as inch by inch I filled her. I watched my cock disappear into her grasping pussy, my hands reaching out with a will of their own to grab her ass and urge her further onto my cock. "God, that's good." I whispered as she began writhing and twisting, keeping me fully inside, as she ground against my pelvis. I could see her asshole puckering and pulsing and my fingers slowly moved across her ass, drawn to the contracting flesh like a moth to a flame. The first touch of my finger seemed to ignite her as she pushed backwards; swallowing it up to the second digit before the muscles clamped down, her ass trapping my finger as her pussy trapped my cock. Wordlessly, she humped against me, trying to force my cock even deeper as she worked her ass around my probing finger. The pressure of both holes being penetrated was driving her mad as she began bucking wildly, wordless cries of pleasure escaping her lips as she sat nearly upright, her head flailing from side to side. Trapped, I watched in fascination as she rode both intruders. Her pussy clamped around my cock while her ass gripped at my finger. She writhed and twisted, not taking me any deeper, but not allowing me to withdraw either. I could feel her fingers digging into my flesh, as she began gasping, her hips beginning slow short up and down movements, moving my cock and finger in and out slightly. "That's it, baby." I whispered, encouraging her. "Oh God, Oh God that's Oh God!" she finally managed to cry out, the words echoing through the living room as she pressed down and back, my finger now fully in her ass as my balls pressed against her pelvis. Unable to penetrate further or withdraw, I remained motionless, my cock and finger locked deep inside her as she cried out, finally managing to declare her orgasm in strained words. I didn't need her words to tell me, as her muscles spasmed around my cock and finger, clearly declaring what was happening. As she finally collapsed forward, her body sprawling across my legs, I managed to pull my finger from her ass, watching in fascination as the muscles spasmed and slowly contracted. She shifted again, and my cock popped free from her pussy, the rigid pole dancing between her legs. I pressed it downward, pushing the head against her asshole, watching for her reaction. She trembled and pulled away, before slowly rolling off me and kneeling on the floor beside the couch. "I, uhm, I don't know." She said, her hand reaching out to caress my angry cock. I didn't say a word, just watched her face as she looked at my cock then back at me. "I've never, I mean not something this..." Her hand moved up and down the length of my cock as she looked into my eyes, the fear clearly written on her face. "It's fine." I replied finally, hoping to ease her fears. It was clear the idea of my cock in her ass had her terrified, and I wasn't about to push it. Instead, I rolled to the floor, slowly easing her onto her back. Her legs parted, as I slid up her body, my cock poking, seeking her opening. I lifted her legs, as my cock brushed against her pussy, pausing long enough for her to reach down, and quickly guide it to her opening. It took all of my self-control to allow my cock to slowly ease into her. She smiled up at me, her fingers gripping my chest as I began thrusting into her, long slow strokes that had me almost completely out of her before slowly sliding fully back in. I slowly increase my speed, each stroke a bit faster, a bit harder, until I was slamming into her with all my strength, the force of the impact making her gasp. I watched her face, her lips parted in a soft smile, her eyes locked on mine. I briefly considered pulling out at the last second and spraying my cum across her face, but I wanted to feel my cock explode deep inside her, to watch her expression as I emptied into her once more. Sensing my hunger, Monica raised her legs even further, locking them around my waist as I hammered into her with every ounce of strength I could muster. She clawed at my back, trying to pull me deeper with each thrust. I could feel the lingering sting of her nails as she clawed at my back and wondered if she was drawing blood. Not that it mattered, as I hammered into her with newfound energy. Her hips began to rock, humping upward in time with my thrusts, making the impact even harder. "That's it, fuck me." She whispered, her legs tightening around my waist as she felt my cock growing in anticipation. "Fill me with your cum, fill my pussy!" She cried out, her hips beginning to take on a life of their own, bucking and writhing nearly as wildly as I was. With a final vicious thrust, I unloaded, my cock pulsing deep inside her. I stared into her eyes, watching her expression as my cock unloaded yet another stream of cum. "I could really get used to this." She whispered as I collapsed on top of her, my body spent. "I really could."