0 comments/ 14219 views/ 0 favorites New Years Sex By: Rabbit7543 Okay I'm finally starting a blog on my sex experiences as they happen...I've been wanting to for a while. I love sex. I love cumming. I am 24 and obsessed with my own sexual capacity. I know I've been way more sexually active than most of my friends, and sometimes they kid me about it. I just love sex, and I also love jerking off too. I've always kept some sort of sex diary or cum journal, and now I get to try this on-line blog format. What I want to do today, for my first entry, is record the sex I had LAST NIGHT, with Julie as we rang in the new year. This is going on 4 months that we've been together. Since the 2nd time we went out, we have had some sort of sex every single day or night except for 4 days: when I twisted my ankle in the 10k fun run in September and was in pain and pissed off that night; a week later when she went out of town for the weekend (2days); and on Christmas when we were each with our own families the whole day. Most other days, we fuck. A lot. She thinks I'm a little too obsessed with it but even on days when she's not in the mood, I usually wear her down and we wind up fucking and sucking and she enjoys it every time. Last night we were invited to a few different new years parties, but we declined and decided to have our own over at her condo since her roommate is gone for the weekend. Julie wanted us to have a "Naked New Years" night, and set her bedroom up with candles for me even! She had moved the tv in to a stand at the end of her bed, so we could see the countdowns at midnight. I got there around 5:00 and within 10 minutes we had both lost all our clothes and were flirting and teasing as we walked around her place getting everything ready. I made some really stiff (ha ha) hot buttered rums and Julie made appetizers and chicken parmigiana, my favorite. We were in the kitchen waiting for it to come out of the oven. Julie knelt down to get a dish out of the cupboard, and I sauntered up next to her with my cock hanging near her face, and as she turned towards me I kind of swayed it back and forth. I am so lucky that Julie loves my cock. I've always loved it too, so perfectly shaped and long and smooth (if anyone is reading this and wants to know, a girlfriend 3 years ago measured it as 4 1/2 inches dangling soft and 7 1/2 inches hard, and since I'm writing this for myself there is no point in exaggerating it and saying I'm a really huge 9 incher or something, heck, I'm only a thin 5'8" guy). She without hesitation slid her mouth up and over the whole thing (ahhh I love getting sucked from the totally soft stage) and braced me against the counter and sucked me hard in no time. I was almost screaming with delight, as I knew it was the start of a great night of sex. I didn't really do much to her that time in the kitchen. She sucked and sucked, and I just leaned back and relished the whole thing, and in about 10 minutes, I came, really hard with lots of sensation in my cock and in my inner thighs. She kept me in her mouth mostly, but I think it was at least 5 good spurts and lots of "aftershocks". We ate our dinner and opened some champagne, since we had our midnight bottle plus one extra. I had always wanted to try something I saw in a porn movie where you pour the champagne over the girl's pussy and lick it off and give her oral at the same time.... actually I saw it done with a stripper at Brad's bachelor party last spring...so we made our way to the soaking tub and she sat on the edge and I got in it, gave her oral for 5 minutes until she was wet and sensitive and moaning, and then started trickling the champagne down from her bellybutton, over her gorgeous pussy (it is so hot and pretty and shaped just right, I love it) and into my lapping mouth. I licked it up inside her a bit and then sucked it out. Julie was laughing and going crazy at the same time. We really had fun with that! After awhile though, the mess and the coldness of it made it tiresome and we rinsed off in the shower. Of course we have a problem showering and not doing anything else in the shower. We both love to see each other wet and naked, and she began slithering her hands all over my chest and licking between each of my abs, telling me once again how much she likes my tight six pack (and I am at these moments SOOOO glad I did all that working out on them, my trainer friend Brian was right about that). I got hard again and laid her down in the tub and braced myself on the edges, leaned my cock forward into her and fucked like crazy with hot water pouring over my back and onto her tits, it was awesome. We love that. She came at least twice, maybe 3 times, and though the tub is a little hard for her backside, she still wanted more. I hammered her with all I had, but it was just too exciting with the hot water and all, and I pulled her over onto my lap and leaned back against the tub myself. She rode me sitting up until I blew another load. AWESOME. Fuck, that was good. And then the horny bitch kept sliding up and down on me after I came which drove me up the wall and I screamed and thrashed until she got off. Okay lets think. Next when we dried off we drank some rum & cokes and lounged around for a bit, and got set up in her bedroom about 9:30. Julie said she wanted me to fuck her right up to midnight and see if we could cum at the same time right after midnight to ring in the new year with joint orgasms. Wow. She doesn't usually have all these ideas, but she had this night planned. First up was hot massage oils as we've done several times, with me getting to rub her beautiful bare body with oils everywhere, I LOVE getting to do that to her, and sliding my fingers up into her pussy from behind many times during the process to tease her. I again tried her ass like we did a couple times last month, and she liked it a little more this time, me sliding my middle finger up and thrusting in her asshole while my other hand was fingering up her pussy and making her very hot. I really wanted to fuck her right then, but she wanted to massage me. Backside first, and she always works my tight buns so thoroughly. Then I rolled over and she used these hot tingly oils on my whole chest, abs, and down to my cock which was already hard of course, Mr. Reliable down there. I got that signature oil hand job she's given me before that I love her for. Man. One of those moments I cherish where I got to lay back and feel like the luckiest guy. She makes me so happy because we adore each other so much and even after 4 months we can't get enough of each other. We checked the time and it was about 10:30, so she got on top of me and pleasured herself anyway she wanted. I crossed my hands behind my head, kept my cock hard up in her, and let her have total control to move up, down and around however it best suited her pussy's angles and needs. Only exception is sometimes when she's really, really excited but backs off when she's close to cumming because she knows it drives her crazy, and I don't let her back off, I grab her thighs and slam up into her really hard for a minute and make her cum like a maniac. After making her have her orgasms 3 times like that in about 25 minutes, we switched to doggy style and I thrusted into her like a jackhammer for 5 minutes or so and pulled out and came all over her back -- my 3rd orgasm and it felt sooooooooo dammmmmmn goooooooood, intense as ever, and the first two shots were powerful enough to arc up almost to her neck, but then small ones and dribbles -- I'm a pretty good multiple cummer but can only do so much, plus we had sex twice the night before too. We cuddled and petted and drank and kissed and suckled for 15 or 20 minutes and about 11:30 she said it was time to get me hard for our new year's eve fuck-in. She went down on me and sucked like a vacuum, and even slid her tongue down to my balls and UNDERNEATH my balls, and I screamed with delight. I 'm sure the neighbors upstairs were listening because we think they have before. I rose up hard again of course, and about 11:40 we laid into it hard-core. I laid her down and put her feet up over my shoulders, and pushed into her hot pussy hard and long, and began thrusting like crazy. I worked on varying my strokes to keep her surprised by what was happening next. I went really fast for 100 strokes, then slow and long for 50, then fast for 100 and slow for another 50, then started alternating like 10 fast, 5 slow, 10 medium, 10 deep fast ones where I didn't pull out all the way, and then back through the 10/5/10/10 again. Then I went into random patterns because I couldn't keep track anymore even though I really like experimenting with different stroke patterns to see what effect they have on her and on me. We did some sideways fucking in there for a bit with me laying behind her on our sides, and then for the last 10 minutes we turned on the new years countdown and clutched each other missionary style and tried like hell to hold off on cumming while we fucked slowly and deeply. My cock was aching with need and I almost lost it, but I kept managing to stop in time and finally with one minute left, I raised myself up on my arms, slammed in extra hard, and began fucking for all I was worth. I was so thrilled that 2004 was ending in such a thrilling way for me and that 2005 was going to be off to a great start. We both started moaning and grunting and screaming, and finally it was time for the last 10 seconds and we counted down together as I thrust in deep and long on each number, 10 - 9 -8 -7- 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1...HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR!!! I rammed really hard into her for just a few more strokes and then came like a cannon inside her. She actually was orgasming for the previous 20 seconds or so already, from slightly before midnight, and right afterwards, I joined her in a thrilling, thrusting, hollering, lusty cum, and then I forced MYSELF to keep ramming my sensitive cock into her wetness for a good 30 strokes afterwards until I couldn't stand it any more. We collapsed, sweaty, oily and thrilled. I poured us our special bottle of champagne and we toasted ourselves, our love of sex, and the new year. We pretty much fell into a sexual-exhaustion coma sleep about 10 minutes later, but with the TV on and candles, we kind of came to or woke up about 2:00. I went down on her, got us both horny again, and we had one more good fuck (are any bad?) about 2:30, and even though I managed a good enough hard on to do the fucking, I didn't expect to be able to cum again. But with some expert pussy maneuvering from Julie while on top of me, plus me getting a really good view of her stupendously tight body and great tits, I managed a small but mind-shatteringly intense (almost painful) cum at the end of it, and then we crashed. Its almost 2:00 pm now, and we only got up at noon. Julie went to the store, so I thought I'd check out this blog site. This is really cool to have a place to record my experiences, and I think I'm going to keep doing that. A night like last night should be recorded for the record books, even if they're just for me, so here I am. I love fucking. I'm hard again already from doing this, and might fuck her when she gets back from the store. Also, since I always wish I could cum more than 4 or 5 times a day (I know many guys can) and wish I had even more volume, I am today starting to take the Ogioplex that we ordered, so I can improve "the ropes" as they call it. I can't wait to see if it does something, but who knows, I also could be wasting my money. But anyways, today is day 1 on that stuff. Okay. That's the end of my first blog entry. Whew! New Year's Spanking The new years party had been surprisingly enjoyable. Christine had been dreading it, only attending when Jennifer, her closest friend since childhood, had kept nagging her until she agreed. She had thought that it was the last thing she needed. She really hadn't wanted to socialise in the two months since she had found her husband in bed with his secretary. His secretary! Of all people! God, even his choice of mistress was boring! She could still hardly believe it had happened. Married life hadn't lived up to her childhood fantasies. She had been so confused since the breakup, fluctuating between relief that she was free of the awful dreariness of life with Simon and insecurity about what she would do now. So she had gone to the party, telling herself that she would not think about Simon and that she would enjoy herself. That had been easier than she had expected, thanks to Andrew. Jennifer had introduced her to him, explaining that they worked together. Christine had discovered that she and Andrew shared an interest in writing, he had just published his first novel, and she indulged in a satisfying conversation about their mutual love. Then she discovered that he could dance, when he invited her on to the floor. She found that moving to the music with his arms around her was distinctly pleasurable. Then she discovered that he lived in the same part of town as her, and she thought, well, maybe... * * * * * She closed the door behind her and smiled at him. "Would you like a drink?" She hadn't decided exactly what she wanted to do with him, only that she didn't want him to go yet. She thought he looked quite dashing in his dinner jacket. He was tall and craggily handsome, with hard grey eyes. He accepted the offer of a drink and they sat together on her sofa. She began to cross her legs but Andrew reached out and stopped her by placing a hand firmly on her knee. "Don't do that, Christine." he said. She was stunned. "What?" she stuttered "You have beautiful legs, Christine. I don't want you to hide them." Part of her bridled at his tone while another loved the flattery. Another, secret part of her responded to the overtly sexual turn the conversation had just taken. A strong man who would stride into her life and take over was one of her fantasies. She could feel that familiar glow rising inside her. His hand was still on her knee and she put her hand on his, meaning to lift it away. She didn't, though. She didn't want to break the physical contact. "Are we going to make love?" she asked, surprising herself with her ability to match his frankness. He had only just begun, however. "We can do whatever you want, Christine. I can kiss and massage every inch of your body. I can take you to bed or I can fuck you right here on the floor. I can bind you or put you across my knee and spank you." "Spanking?" she stuttered. Of all he had said, that leaped out. Her heart raced faster. The masterful man of her fantasy would not have shirked spanking her if she displeased him, He just smiled. He brought his hand up to her breast, using his thumb to circle her nipple through the material of her dress. Pleasure flooded through her. She knew now that she would let him do whatever he wanted with her. He stood, drawing her up with him. His hands circled behind her, pulling her to him, capturing her mouth with his. As they kissed, his fingers found the zip at the back of her dress, then pushed it from her shoulders. He removed her bra to expose her large, round breasts and left her standing in front of him wearing nothing but her panties. "You have gorgeous tits, Christine." He said, caressing them again. He pinched and tweaked her large brown nipples until they were hard and aching with pleasure. Then, without warning, he sat and pulled her down across his lap. He pulled her panties down, baring her firm, round buttocks. She could feel his hard dick against her stomach. It felt enormous. She wriggled on his lap, the sensible part of her brain screaming at her that this was crazy. He held her firm. His irregular breathing told her that he was as excited as she was. His hands moved over her bottom, parting her cheeks to expose her anus. He ran a single finger along the crease, over her anus and along the length of her pussy to her clit. She squirmed against him as he fingered her, loving the sensations. Then he brought his other hand down sharply across her buttocks. She let out a little scream as heat spread across her bottom from the point where the blow landed. He rained slaps down on her cheeks as he continued to finger her clit. Her backside hurt like nothing she had ever felt before, contrasting sharply with the waves of electric which were coursing through her. She felt her orgasm growing despite her attempts to protest at this treatment, attempts which emerged as incoherent squeals and groans. How was this happening to her? Why did it fell so amazingly good? She stopped wondering as she came noisily, her back arching, her face flushed, her bottom red and sore, her pussy soaking and hungry. Andrew wasn't finished. He lifted her from his lap and laid her on the floor. She squirmed as her buttocks rubbed against the carpet and began to roll over. "No," he instructed, standing over her and beginning to remove his shirt to reveal his well muscled chest.. "I want you on your back. You do want to please me, don't you?" She realised that she did. She had fantasised about this but had never dreamed that she would do it. She had been surprising herself all night and it had felt pretty good so far. After years of lacklustre sex, she decided that she wasn't going to waste this opportunity. And anyway the sensations caused by the rough carpet against her skin kept alive the feelings she had while she was across his lap. She definitely wanted that. "Part your legs and raise your knees." He ordered, continuing to undress slowly. She did as she was told, the action pressing her tender bum into the carpet, reawakening the pain. She grimaced slightly. "I want to watch you play with yourself, Christine." Exhibitionism. Now there was something else she hadn't done. She was comfortable with her body but not so confident as to think that anyone would enjoy watching her. She found the obvious relish on Andrew's face as her fingers drifted towards her pussy as big a turn on as anything he had done to her. And that was saying something. She ran her finger along the length of her vagina, then slid it inside her, keeping her eyes locked on his handsome face. He drank in the sight before him with evident hunger. He had removed his trousers by now to reveal a heavily bulging pair of boxer shorts. He slid these down from his waist, freeing his cock. From this angle, Christine thought, it looks enormous. She was suddenly desperate to find out if it felt as big inside her. She decided to put on a little show to encourage him, grinding her pelvis down on to her finger as she fucked herself, again giving herself that wonderful contrast between the pain from her buttocks and the pleasure from her pussy. She used her other hand to play with her tits, pinching her nipples to make them stand invitingly. Her ploy worked. He fell upon her, eager hands grasping at her body, his mouth kissing, licking, biting. She responded in kind, fingernails clawing at his back. Then, suddenly, he was in her, entering her with a single hard thrust. She let out a scream of delight. He rode her hard, his weight forcing her into the floor. She received him eagerly, wrapping her legs around him, drawing him closer to her. He plunged and pumped and she matched the rhythm he set. His breathing became ragged as he prepared to let himself go. Christine felt the sensation of her own orgasm rising from her toes, up the backs of her legs to her groin, mingling with the new sensations from her tender bottom. She totally abandoned herself as she came explosively, hearing his strangled snarl as he matched her. She lay there on the floor with her eyes closed after he withdrew, until she became aware of his movement around the room. She looked up to see that he had already dressed. She was confused, wondering where on earth he was going. Her confusion showed on his face. "I really can't stay." Suddenly angry, she began to protest. How could he just leave? He stopped her, knowing what was coming. "Don't expect me to apologise. You've just had the best fuck of your life, haven't you?" It wasn't really a question and she knew he was right. He crossed the room and knelt beside her, lowering his mouth next to her ear so that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. He whispered, "Don't worry, your the best I've had as well. I can't wait for the next time." "What next time?" she demanded, beginning to get up from her position on the floor. He pressed her back down again, the pressure of his hand on her breastbone firm if not forceful. She could easily have resisted but found her will to do so drained from her by physical contact with him. She let out a sigh as he slid his hand across her flesh to clasp her breast. "What next time?" he repeated with a slight smile. "I'll call you when I'm free." He stood and quickly walked from the room, not stopping to look back, leaving her naked on the floor, desperate for that phone call. New Year's Surprise I've known Mandy Eckerson for almost a year and a half. We met at a new employee orientation and while both of us were already in what we thought were serious relationships, but we couldn't help but strike up a workplace friendship, especially since we were both new in the same department, me a mechanical engineer, her an electrical engineer. Unfortunately neither of our relationships managed to withstand the post college separations, leaving us both single for the better part of the last year. Mandy and I had talked briefly about dating, but both of us agreed that adding a romantic component to our friendship might spoil what we already had, not to mention the difficulties of working together if it went south. Consequently the two of us went out together, did things together, talked nearly every day, and while we were boy and girl and friends, we were most definitely NOT boyfriend and girlfriend. New-years was not all that unlike other times we had gone out to movies or parties or even out fishing and camping, we went to a new-year party as friends, and endured the typical kidding and ribbing from our friends about NOT being together. The party was fun and both Mandy and I had way too much to drink and took a cab back to her house. "Come on Eric." Mandy said in slightly slurred speech as we walked thought the front door at nearly one in the morning. "you can sleep on the sofa and we'll get your car back tomorrow morning." She said with a yawn, plopping down on the sofa. "Good party, huh?" I asked her as I dropped onto the other end of the sofa. "Yeah, sweet." She said with a frown. "You didn't have fun?" "Yeah, I guess." She answered a bit sullenly. "So give. What's wrong?" "I guess I hadn't planned on spending newyears alone again." She answered. "You weren't. You were with me." I chuckled. "You know what I mean!" She said, frowning at me. "Yeah, you and me both." I agreed. "Who the hell would have thought that a year and a half out of college I'd still be living at home with no prospects of a romantic relationship." She said practically pouting. "You're living with your mom so you can pay your student loans off faster, remember? Besides, I didn't think you minded living at home." "For the most part I don't mind, but I get a little frustrated. She has more sex than I do!" "Well, she is single and you have to admit, she's pretty fucking hot." I said, shaking my head. "You really think she's hot?" "For a forty something, hell yeah. I'd be surprised if most of the guys that went out with her did it to get into her pants." "Guys are horrible. Always thinking about sex!" "Yeah, right. Just who brought the subject up anyway?" "I did I guess. But hell, it's been six months at least since I've had any." She said with a scowl. "I kinda hoped I'd have a boyfriend to ring in the newyear with." "You mean have a newyear fuck?" "Hell yeah. You can't tell me you didn't hope for the same, can you?" "Yeah, I guess I did. If it wasn't for internet porn I'd never get any sex." I joked. "God! Internet porn? You can't be serious!" she said with a scowl. "You really watch that stuff?" "Yeah, fraid so." I said a bit sheepishly. "Boy, some pair we are, huh?" She said. "Yep." I agreed, slouching down on the sofa a bit farther and closing my eyes. She was silent a long time, long enough for me to think maybe she fell asleep before saying anything. "You asleep?" she asked quietly. "Nope." I answered without opening my eyes. "Eric. You wanna do it?" "Do what?" "Have sex. You and me I mean." She said so quietly that I almost didn't hear it. I opened my eyes and looked at her, trying to hide my surprise. "You wanna have sex? As in boyfriend and girlfriend?" "No. Nothing like that. I just thought, hell, you haven't had any, I haven had anything. Maybe we can just have sex between friends, just this once." "Sure, why not." I agreed, closing my eyes again since I didn't think she was really serious. "We can just take everything off and fuck right here. I've always wanted to fuck you on the sofa, especially when you're wearing those little pink shorts and a tank top." "You like how I look in those?" "Hell yeah. Why wouldn't I?" I asked, not really thinking about what I was saying because of the alcohol still in my system. "Your ass sticks out really nice in them and if you move just right I can see up the leg and see what kind of underwear you have on." "God Eric! That's terrible. You really look at my underwear?" "Yeah. Why wouldn't I? You got a sexy body!" "You think I'm sexy?" "Oh hell, let's see. Thirty eight C tits, twenty eight inch waist. Yeah, nice shape, good looking legs, pretty face. Yeah, you're every bit as hot as your mom is. I'd get you naked in a hot second!" "You know how big my tits are?" "How could I not. It's on the tag of your bra." I chuckled. "So, you really wanna see me naked?" "Hell yeah. That bikini you had on at the lake this year. Oh god. I had a hard time not having a hardon." I said with a laugh. "But let's face it. We're not going to really get naked in front of each other." "I wouldn't mind." She said quietly. "You wouldn't mind what?" "Seeing you naked." "Oh?" I asked opening my eyes and looking at her. "Yeah. I kinda peeked at you when we were on that camping trip in august. You were changing into your swim suit in the tent and I could see though the window." "So you saw me naked?" "Yeah. Wish you'd have had a hardon though. What I got to see was pretty fucking good looking. Made my pussy wet at least." She said with a giggle. "REALLY wet actually. I had to finger myself when it was my turn to change." "Seriously? You got off thinking about me?" "Uh huh. So how about it? Wanna show me what that hardon looks like?" "What hardon?" I asked. "The one bulging the front of your pants out. It's been getting harder ever since you started talking about how big my tits are." "Oh geez." I groaned. "So? How about it?" She asked, standing up. She reached behind her and pulled the zipper of her little blue cocktail dress down, shrugging the material off her shoulders and letting it slide down her body. She had on pantyhose, little blue bikini panties and a lacy blue bra that matched her panties. I stared as she reached back behind herself and then shrugged off the bra, leaving her bare thirty eight C cup tits completely exposed. Her breasts sagged slightly, but not too much, and each had a large puckered pink areola with a rock hard nipple jutting out of the center. I'd have just sat and stared longer, but she kept moving, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose. She pulled them down, her bikini panties trying to slide down with them, uncovering her tiny little trimmed brown bush, shaped like a little triangle pointing down between her legs. She bent over to push her hose down, her tits hanging down and swinging back and forth as she moved from foot to foot, pulling off her pantyhose and panties, standing back up straight and completely naked. "You're turn." She said, holding a hand out for me. "Damn." I muttered as I let her pull me up. She reached for my belt and undid it and the front of my pants, pushing them down until they could slide down the rest of the way on their own. With a grin she pushed my boxers down, my hardon popping out and sticking out at her lewdly. "FUCK!" she exclaimed as she stared at my nine inch hardon. "That's a serious cock!" She added as she dropped to her knees in front of me and grasped my shaft with both hands. I stared down at her as she moved closer to my cock and then engulfed my engorged mushroom shaped head with her sexy red lips. "Oh god." I groaned softly as she gently bobbed her head on and off my shaft several inches, plunging my head to the back of her throat and then pulling off until I was almost ready to slip from her lips. She pulled her mouth from my cock and gently licked up the bottom of my shaft from my balls to the sensitive spot under my head, her eyes looking up at me lustfully the whole lick. "Am I to assume you like that?" "Good assumption." I breathed as she engulfed my head with her soft hot lips again. "Ohhh damn!" I moaned as she again slipped her mouth on and off my shaft, making my cock twitch with my suddenly pounding heart. As quickly as she started sucking my cock she stopped, pulling her mouth off of me and standing back up in front of me. She reached for my shirt and pulled it up, letting me lift my arms so she could pull it all the way off. She pushed my chest, forcing me to sit back on the sofa and then climbed on my lap, one leg on either side of mine, her tits pushed out toward my face. "So now's your chance to see em up close." She cooed softly. I slid my hands up her body, letting my fingers dimple her skin as I traced up her body to her sexy tits, gently cupping them both and squeezing them into cones so that her nipples pushed out toward my face. I leaned forward and engulfed one nipple with my lips, sucking it greedily into my mouth while squeezing and kneeding her other soft breast. "Oh fuck yes. Been so long since anyone has sucked my tits." She moaned softly, her hands reaching for my head and gently teasing through my short hair with her fingers. "You have no idea how hot and wet my pussy is right now." She was right. I didn't, but I also knew what to do about it. I let go of her tit with my left hand and slipped it down between our bodies, rolling it over palm up and slipping my fingers between her legs. My middle finger slipped easily between her full round outer lips and the modest amount of inner lip naturally protruding from between them. "God you are wet." I mumbled around her tit as I took a breath and then sucked the nipple into my mouth again. "And fucking horny too. I bet you know what to do about that too." She moaned as I stroked my finger gently between her lips from the entrance to her tunnel, to the end of her slit and her hard nub of a clit and back again. She was right, I did know what to do about that. I pulled my finger from between her lips and reached for my cock, quickly lifting it straight up at her pussy. She was holding herself up on her knees, but when she felt my head brush her lips, she lowered herself slightly, letting me rub my engorged head between her lips several times before settling it into her tunnel entrance. She lowered herself down on me, her incredibly tight pussy trying to expand to allow my fat head to penetrate, but resisting as she added more and more of her weight to press against it. "OH FUCK!" she cried loudly as my head suddenly pushed past the entrance to her sexy tunnel and pushed several inches into her. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she moaned as she began to bounce on me, each trip up and down my rock hard shaft driving me deeper into her until her clit was grinding into the base of my cock with each stroke. "Jesus you're so fucking big!" "If you say so." I mumbled, moving to the other tit as she began to bounce harder, sliding her velvety pussy up and down my shaft, sending little tingles racing through my body. "Oh yeah. I do." She moaned as she bounced harder. "Fuck I'm going to come already. Ohhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck. Your cock is going to make me come!" she squealed loudly as she slammed herself down on my shaft, her whole body suddenly shuddering and shaking as her pussy convulsed and spasmed around my cock. "Ohhhhhhh god god god!" she moaned, leaning against me and panting for breath. "I didn't know girls came that fast." I said quietly as she began to wiggle around on my lap again, her chest pulled far enough way that I couldn't suck her nipples, but could play with both her fantastic tits. "Not too damn often." She mumbled. "God why haven't we fucked before this?" "Cuz we didn't want to ruin our friendship." I answered, my hips trying to push my cock up into her, my own desire to climax off the charts. "Eric. You know I'm not on the pill right now, right?" She said quietly. "Oh fuck. Well, at least you got a good come." I groaned, seeing my chances to finish what we started going out the window. "I did. And so should you. It's not the best time of the month to get pregnant, but it could happen. But I still want you to come. As much as I want it in me, I'm not quite drunk enough to ignore that." She said as she climbed off of me, her pussy pulling off me with a loud slurp. She moved to the other end of the sofa and lay down, hooking one leg over the back of the sofa and letting the other hang over the edge, leaving her pussy spread wide. "Fuck me. But before you come, pull out. You can fuck my tits or squirt all over me, whatever you want, as long as you don't come in me." She said, looking at me seriously. "I know damn well that tomorrow I'm going to buy a stash of condoms though." She added with a giggle. I stood up and pulled off my shoes and pants before repositioning myself on the sofa on my knees. I held myself over her as she reached for my cock and guided me back to her waiting hole. "Ohhhhh yeah. Fuck me baby." She moaned as I pushed into her again, sliding all the way into her as she pulled her legs farther back to allow me to push into her until my body pressed against her bare ass. I started stroking in and out of her pussy, slamming myself deep into her with each stroke, making her tits bounce and wiggle on her chest as she rocked her hips in time with my strokes. "Oh god yes yes. Fuck you feel good." She cried softly. "Fuck me hard baby! Fuck my hot little cunt!" "Oh god. I'm not going to last long doing this!" I grunted as I pounded into her. "Then don't! Come for me!" she coaxed as I stroked in and out, my engorged head teasing her tunnel walls and her soft wet tunnel clenching around and gripping me, trying to hold me inside her as I inched closer to climax. "Oh god! Almost." I grunted, pulling my dick from her pussy and pushing forward, driving it along her wet slit until I was sticking up between her legs. She reached for my cock and began to stroke it frantically, her hands pushing my inevitable orgasm to its peak. My body bucked and shot a huge gush of cum out, sailing in an arc to land on her tits in a long white rope. Again and again my body jerked, sending even more cum onto her, leaving ropes and puddles of cum on her chest and stomach. My cock began to soften as she gently played with it, milking the last of the cum from it before letting go and reaching for me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and body and pulled me down, pressing our naked bodies together. "God you came a lot." She whispered as she pulled my face down to hers. I felt her hot lips press to mine and eagerly returned her sensuous kiss, sharing the taste of each other for long seconds. "I hope we don't kill our friendship." She whispered as the kiss was broken. "Could make it difficult." I whispered back. "Doesn't have to. Friends with benefits maybe?" She asked quietly. "I'm willing to try it." I agreed, my cock already getting hard again . "Want some more benefits?" "Yeah," she grinned. "How about you fuck me from behind." "Sure. Kinda wanted to do that at the lake anyway. Just pull those bikini panties down and take you right there on the shore of the lake." I said with a chuckle as she released me. "I wouldn't have appreciated it then. But after today, I'm not sure I'd object." She grinned as I climbed off the sofa. She slid off herself and then stood up, stepping around to the side of the sofa and bent over, resting her elbows on the arm of the sofa, her ass pointed out toward me as I stepped around behind her. My cock wasn't rock hard, but it was plenty hard enough to push into her again. I grasped my shaft and pressed my head to her full round pussy lips and pressed, my still not quite fully rigid cock slipping into her velvety soft tunnel. I held her hips and started to pump my hips, driving my cock in and out of her pussy, my shaft quickly growing harder as I slapped my thighs against her bare ass. In and out I stroked, her moans of pleasure loudly filling the room as I stood behind her, stroking into her over and over again. She lifted one leg and rested her knee on the back of the sofa, spreading her legs wide apart, allowing me to drive even deeper into her. "OH FUCK Eric! God damn you feel so good fucking my pussy! God I love how your cock feels in meeeee!" she cried loudly as I reached up her body and captured her swinging tits, gripping her nipples and squeezing gently as her swinging mamaries tried to tug and pull her nipples from my grip. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck!" she cried as my stroking cock pushed her orgasm closer to its climax. In and out I continued to drive, her cries and comments adding to the incredible stimulation of her spasming pussy. "Fuck. I'm going to come again!" I grunted loudly, feeling my balls tingle and tighten. She unceremoniously pulled herself off my cock, pushing my hands from her tits and dropped to her knees in front of me. She grabbed my cock with one hand, her other hand quickly pushing two fingers into her own pussy. She closed her lips around my head and frantically stroked my shaft with her hand, trying to tease me to come in her mouth. "OH FUCK!" I cried as my body suddenly bucked in a massive spasm, a huge gush of cum lancing from my cock. Mandy gagged on the sudden surge, pulling her mouth from my cock to try and regain her breathing, my second and third shots of cum spewing onto her face. She continued to stroke my cock while I shot three more strong surges of cum onto her chest, adding to where the last load had gone and dried. "God you come a lot." She breathed before closing her mouth around my head again, sucking the now subsiding cum from my softening cock. I stood there, my body twitching periodically as she licked and sucked my cock until it had emptied all it was going to, and then pulled from it. She stood up in front of me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her cum covered chest, her mouth pressing to mine. I tasted my own cum on her lips and tongue as she aggressively kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth to tease my tongue. "Well, looks like you two had more fun that I did." We heard from behind me, drawing our attention to Mrs Eckerson standing by the front door in her black long sleeved cocktail dress. "Oh shit!" Mandy cried, quickly turning away and practically running down the hall toward her bedroom. For my part all I could do was try to cover my flagging cock as she walked slowly toward me, one foot crossing the other and making her hips sway as she stepped closer. Her dress clung tightly to her curves, which were considerable, and her tits wiggled and bounced slightly with each step, clearly unrestrained under the skin tight black material. I swore I could see her nipples hardening in the thin black material as she stepped right up to me, standing only inches from me. "No need to hide it. I think it looks pretty damn good." She said, reaching her hand down to mine and pulling my hands away so she could see me. "Looks like my daughter already used you up. Too bad. I could have used a good fuck tonight!" she said somewhat drunkenly. She reached to her shoulder with one hand, pulling on the material to while she tossed her handbag on the small coffee table. I stared as she peeled the apparently backless dress down one arm, slowly exposing one of her large round tits. I stared at her full round tit, at least half again as big as Mandy's, while she reached her other hand up and pulled the other shoulder, slowly easing the material down her arm until she could pull it out, leaving her naked from the waist up. Hooking both hands in the material of the dress where it was bunched around her waist, she wiggled her hips slowly from side to side, pushing the material down an inch or so with each wiggle of her hips. Inch by inch she pushed the skin tight black material over her hips and ass, exposing more and more of her stomach and lower. The dress finally slipped down her legs, leaving me staring at her completely naked body with exception of an incredibly small thong panty that didn't even extend high enough to cover her completely shaved mound. New Year's Surprise The first time he saw her naked was New Year's. It was after 2, and the party his parents had had was breaking up. His girlfriend had left twenty minutes ago and he was getting ready to go to bed. He had turned out his light, then crossed the room to pull down the shade when he saw that the light was on in her bedroom in the house next door. Her shade was still up and he paused, curious, waiting a moment to see if he would catch a glimpse of her. After a minute or so he chided himself for being a peeping tom and reached up to pull down the shade. At that moment she entered the room, reaching behind her to unzip the red dress she'd worn to whatever New Year's Eve party she had just come from. She went to her dresser and removed her jewelry – earrings, watch, and a gold necklace – then crossed the room and disappeared into her walk-in closet. Curious, he waited, taking small shallow breaths, as though he were afraid she might hear him and discover what he was up to. A few minutes later she emerged from her closet wearing a black bra and panties. He drew his breath in sharply and smiled. Oh my God, he thought. She crossed the room in her underwear and this time disappeared into the bathroom. He stayed at the window, watching. He'd seen her in a bikini before, several times wearing a lot less than the bra and panties he'd just seen her in, as she sunned herself at the edge of her pool, but somehow seeing her in her underwear was more erotic. He didn't know much about her. She was in her late 30's, recently divorced, with a daughter a year or so older than he was. She didn't work – apparently the settlement gave her enough to live on. She was small, just an inch or two over 5 feet, a little heavy around the hips but still had a nice tight ass, and breasts that he had calculated to be about 36Cs. Seeing her in her underwear, he had begun to feel the faint stirrings of an erection. He had hoped that he and his girlfriend would have been able to slip away at his parents' party long enough to satisfy the urges he had felt earlier, but that never happened. The most he had been able to do was squeeze her breast during the midnight kiss, and had gotten a slight grazing of fingernails across his crotch in return. And now here he was, getting a hard-on from seeing his neighbor in her underwear as he spied on her through her open bedroom window. She came out of the bathroom naked. He said "Oh shit," and his erection went from half-limp to fully hard in an instant. Her breasts were full and heavy, tipped by quarter-sized dark brown aureole, and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a small V between her legs. She crossed to her bed, picked something up off it, and slipped it over her head. She had only been naked for ten seconds before the nightgown was on and she was clothed again, but his penis was rock hard. She turned out the light and, he presumed, went to bed. He lay down on his own bed, too excited to sleep now. He closed his eyes and pictured her again, emerging naked from the bathroom, full breasts swaying, the nipples large and dark. He grabbed his erection in his hand and began to stroke it, pumping the shaft as his image shifted down, across her stomach and lower, to the thatch of hair between her legs. The image in his head lasted longer than the ten seconds she'd actually been naked in front of him, and now he pictured her sitting on the bed, still naked, spreading her legs for him, letting him see not only her pubic hair but the shape and outline and lips of her womanhood, looking at him now as she spread those lips open with her fingers and rubbed them, moaning, cupping her full breasts with one hand as the fingers of her other hand pushed between her lips and slipped inside her, disappearing into what he knew were the warm wet folds of her equally warm and equally wet pussy. He was dripping pre-cum now, and the shaft of his cock was wet and slippery, his hand almost a blur as he masturbated, stroking himself, feeling his balls tighten, hoping for, praying for, the release he knew was only moments away. In his mind's eye he watched her masturbate on her bed, bringing herself to an orgasm he could see and hear and taste. He watched her thighs quiver as she came, watched a line of wetness seep from the inner folds of her vagina, down her thighs and under her buttocks, wishing it was real, wishing he was there to put his face between her legs and taste that line of juice that ran down her thighs and formed a wet spot beneath her. And all the while he stroked and pumped, rubbing the shaft of his penis, his wet hand moving up and down and over the sensitive head, stroking and pumping until he felt something rip from inside him and his orgasm erupted and jet after jet of thick semen spurted from his cock and squirted across his stomach. He pumped and squeezed and stroked until only a small bead of cum remained on the tip of penis, and then he lay back and drew in a deep breath, his cock still hard and semen starting to pool in his belly button. "Holy shit," he said, and reached for a tissue to clean himself up. New Years Surprise My wife Laura and I were planning on a quiet New Years Eve. No parties, just dinner with our best friends Krista and Mark. It turned out to be even quieter than we suspected. Laura came down with flu-like symptoms, and though she gutted it out through dinner, at 10:30pm she took some Nyquil and went to bed. In the meantime, Mark was a mess. He'd just come back from a business trip on the West Coast on the red eye, then foolishly gone off to watch football with some buddies earlier in the day instead of napping, and he drank several glasses of wine during dinner. Shortly after Laura left to go to sleep, Mark sat down on the sofa in the living room, closed his eyes, and passed out cold. That left Krista and me. I was really better friends with Mark than Krista, but had known the two of them for so long (over 10 years) that we were all very close. So instead of calling it an evening and each spending midnight alone, Krista and I decided to go into the family room, turn on Dick Clark and wait for the New Year. Our family room is a big, high-ceilinged addition on the back of the house, with floor-to-ceiling windows. It's lovely in the summer, but in the winter (especially on cold, blustery nights like this one was) it can get quite chilly. I started a fire in the fireplace, but pretty soon Krista and I crawled under a blanket together just to keep warm while watching TV. We were gabbing and finished off the wine. Midnight came quickly. I turned to Krista. "Happy New Year!" I exclaimed. "Same to you," she replied. "Too bad we have no one to kiss," she said with a grin as she nodded in the general direction of our sleeping spouses. I looked at her and she at me. It was an awkward little moment. She'd said it as a joke, but it hung in the air between us. "Why not?" I said, leaning in to give her a little peck on the cheek. Unfortunately, she was thinking the same thing, and as we moved towards each other my lips brushed hers. It was oddly electric. Her lips were soft, wet, and very receptive. She must have felt the same way because for a moment, we just examined each other, our faces inches apart. She gave me another quick kiss, which seemed to confirm there was something going on. Now it was my turn to kiss her, each smooch a little longer, sexier. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat. She grasped me and hugged me close. With her mouth to my ear she whispered, "Oh God, did you feel that?" "Uh huh," I grunted. "We shouldn't do this," she replied softly. She pulled back and again we just gazed at each other. And then suddenly, as if responding to an unseen stimulus, we both leaned forward and pressed our lips together. This wasn't a continuation of the slow, probing kisses from before. Instead, we were suddenly locked in a passionate embrace, the kisses coming fast and furious, hot and wet. Her tongue flicked my lips, and soon it was an open-mouthed embrace, our tongues wrestling passionately. I couldn't believe what was happening. We'd always been just friends, and we'd always known each other as part of couple, but obviously there was some pent-up attraction that had suddenly broken loose. Not that I wasn't aware that Krista was pretty -- she's a classy-looking brunette, tall and slim, but with a very womanly shape, and a pretty face highlighted by big, green eyes -- but I guess I wasn't aware of quite how tempted I was by her. Krista slid into my lap, making it easier for us to kiss. Her breathing was deep and rapid, and she was squirming around sensuously. My dick rapidly stiffened as her body rubbed against mine. She sat up quickly, and promptly reached for my crotch. She rubbed my now rock-hard member through my pants. "Did I do this?" she asked, feigning innocence. I merely grunted my assent. She expertly opened my zipper and snaked her hand into my boxers. Her palm was cool and dry, and it felt delicious as she slowly stroked my cock. I decided to return the favor. I slid my hand up under her dress, my fingers caressing her stocking-clad inner thigh as I moved higher and higher. She spread her long, lean legs slightly, inviting me in. I felt the tops of her thigh-highs, and then her soft warm skin. I traced slow circles across her silky flesh. Finally, I brushed my fingers against her French-cut, lace panties -- apparently she had planned to give Mark a treat that night -- and then followed the narrowing fabric down between her legs. As I ran my fingers along her crotch, I sensed her damp heat at first. Further probing found that her panties were soaking. She and I both gasped at my discovery. Krista started stroking my cock faster, her hand making squishing sounds as the precum lubricated the head. I pulled aside the moist fabric of her underwear, and slid my fingers along her slit. Her pussy was wet and swollen. I pressed a finger inside her, making her gasp and shudder. "Oh God, I need you in me," she hissed as she quickly withdrew her hand from my pants. Without another word, she unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them open. Then she kicked a leg over me and straddled my lap, pumping her hips as she did. She reached down between us and grabbed my cock. I could feel the heat of her snatch, and then suddenly my glans was inside her. She lifted herself up for a moment, and then slowly impaled herself completely on my member. Her pussy was amazingly tight and hot. "Oh baby," she moaned, "I haven't had a cock this big since college." Not that I am that big, although women have told me that I am thicker than average. "I thought you were with Mark all through college," I replied in surprise. "I was," she replied with a wicked grin. Any thought I might have had of pursuing this topic faded away as she started fucking my cock in earnest, pumping her hips up and down briskly. I unbuttoned the top of her dress, and slid my hands inside. She moaned as my hands caressed her rib cage, my hands reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra. I moved my hands back to her front and massaged her stomach before sliding them under her bra. Her breasts were bigger than I'd realized, perfect c-cups. I lifted them and pressed them together. Her nipples particularly caught my attention, grape- sized, erect nubs, just begging for attention. I buried my face in her chest and starting sucking on her nipples, alternating between the two, rolling whichever was not in my mouth between my thumb and forefinger. Her moans got louder, and she started to bounced up and down like a woman possessed. She pressed her hand between her legs and frigged her clit as she rode my cock with abandon. "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, oh Jesus," she hissed suddenly, her pussy spasming wildly as she came. She recovered quickly and gave me a long, very sloppy kiss. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, and starting licking my ear lobes as she continued to pump her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her hot box. My heavy breathing must have tipped her off that I was nearing my own climax. "Let me know when you're close," she cooed in my ear. A moment later I replied: "I'm close." "I'm not on the pill. You'll have to cum in my mouth," she said lewdly. She paused for a moment to let that sink in, and then she quickly lifted herself off me and slide down between my legs. I barely had time to process what was happening before she took my slimy prick deep into her mouth. As her hand cupped my balls, I suddenly exploded, firing what seemed like a torrent of jism into her mouth. Krista swallowed my spunk like a pro, not missing a drop. After my cock stopped spewing, she continued to lick and suck it, cleaning the shaft and dabbing away stray drops of cum with her tongue. "Oh God, that was amazing," I gasped. "I'm not done with you yet," she replied, punctuating her statement by swallowing my cock into her mouth and swishing her tongue over its entire length. Not surprisingly, I barely softened, and after just a few minutes of Krista's vigorous attention, I was back in launch position. Krista removed her panties -- she'd just pulled them aside when she first mounted me -- and climbed back onto the sofa and laid back into the corner. She bunched her dress around her waist, and spread her legs invitingly. I got down on my knees on the floor between her thighs. She grasped my member and rubbed it up and down her drenched slit, pressing the head inside her. I took it from there and shoved my prick deep into her steaming hole. "Oh baby," she gasped, as she lifted her right leg and placed it over my shoulder. I clutched her thigh and started fucking her hard, slamming into her over and over. Apparently that was the right way to proceed because Krista started moaning and sighing in a way that let me know she was having a good time. By the light of the TV, I had a great view of her amazing body, from my prick churning into her tight cunt up to her big tits jiggling with each thrust. Krista was in quite a state, gasping and groaning, her head rolling back and forth in passion. She looked so sexy like that, especially when several strands of hair came to rest across her face, making her look particularly wild. As I settled into a rhythm, Krista starting pumping her hips, meeting my thrusts actively. Again, she reached down between her legs. This time she alternated between rubbing her clit, and sliding her fingers along my shaft on each out-stroke. Her other hand went to her breasts, and I nearly lost it when she started playing with her own nipples. I managed to hold on, and we went on like that for a long time, each of us relishing this perfectly carnal moment. Finally, though, Krista broke the spell, cumming hard and abruptly. I started to speed up, but just as I was about reach my own climax, she slid her hand between us and prevented me from thrusting deep inside her. I continued to pump my cockhead past her swollen pussy lips, but I was soon back under control. When Krista sensed that the crisis had passed, she looked up at me, her big green eyes flashing mischievously. "You took advantage of me," she accused. "No, you took advantage of me," I replied. "You're right. I'm a slut." "No you're not," I answered, not sure where this was going. "Yes I am," she insisted. "I'm a bad girl... a bad wife." "Uh huh," I grunted, non-committally, wishing I could get the rest of my dick back back into her pussy. "I should be punished," she said earnestly. I still didn't know where this was going, but suddenly I was interested in finding out. "You think so? What kind on punishment did you have in mind?" She narrowed her eyes, as if thinking hard. "Well, I was bad by your cock, and I should be punished by it." I had no idea what she meant. "Huh?" She didn't explain. Instead, she wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it completely from her pussy. I sort of whined as my dick lost contact with her warm wetness. She stroked my cock a couple of times, and then rubbed the head up and down her slit. Then, to my shock, she slid the head down past her cunt and brought it to rest against her little puckered anus. "Are you sure?" I asked, sort of shocked at what she was apparently suggesting. "Do it," she replied eagerly. I pressed forward, at first meeting with resistance, but then suddenly the head slipped past her sphincter. She gasped and sort of bit her lip. "You alright?" I asked, concerned. She nodded. "Don't stop," she ordered through clenched teeth. I pressed another couple of inches of cock into her tight hole, as she beat the sofa cushions with her open palms. "Ugh, you're so big," she whimpered. I gave her one more thrust, and finally I was buried balls deep into her ass. She let out a pained gurgle. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, concerned. "No!" she hissed, her eyes wild. She swallowed deeply. "No, I've been a bad girl. Punish me with your cock. Fuck my ass." I was torn between my desire to be a friend, and talk through whatever demons seemed to be suddenly tearing at her, and my desire as a lover to take advantaged of what she was offering me. In the end it was an easy choice. Seeing her spread out before me, my cock wedged into her tight ass was just too erotic to pass up. I pulled out a little and then pressed back in. "Oh yes," she moaned. As I slowly pumped her can, her anus relaxed a bit and I stopped worrying about harming her too grievously. "Harder. Fuck me harder," she said after a few moments. I picked up the pace a little, her face twisting into a pained grimace. But when I slowed down again, she snapped at me. "I said harder! Fuck my ass harder," she ordered. I assumed she knew what she wanted so I proceeded to screw her more roughly. "Ugh! Oww! Yes! Ugh! You're tearing me apart," she cried out. "Fuck me hard! Make it hurt. Punish my ass with your cock." I lifted her other leg onto my shoulder, giving me even better access to her butt. I reamed her tight little hole over and over. She was grunting and gasping, with spittle flying from her mouth, and a thick layer of sweat on her brow. And she she kept asking for more. "Ugh! Yes! Make it hurt. Make my ass hurt. Harder. Harder!" I grabbed her ankles and pinned them around her ears, giving me unfettered access to her ass and pussy. With her folded in two, I climbed on top of her, and started plunging my cock into her ass from above. I seemed to have found the magic spot, because Krista starting going crazy. She started shaking almost like she was having a seizure. Her eyes were wild. "Oh, fuck yes! Oh, you fucking bastard! Oh, it hurts so good! Oh God, you're tearing me apart!" All of that was too much for me to take. I felt my balls swell up, and suddenly I was firing gob after gob of hot cum in Krista's battered butthole. Her ass was twitching rapidly, milking every drop of cum from my spend cock. I eased out of her, and flopped back onto the couch, completely drained. Next to me, Krista continued to writhe slowly. She started playing with herself, two fingers plunging in and out of her twat and her thumb pressing down on her clit. I watched as she quickly brought herself off, her sultry moans filling the room. This last orgasm was apparently finally enough because after cumming, she just layed back, her hand on her chest, breathing heavily. I heard it first. "Someone's coming," I hissed. Krista quickly pulled her dress down, and managed to fix the top button of her dress. I pulled up my slacks and tucked in my shirt, but were we both still a mess. "Krista, baby, I'm beat. Do you mind if we go home?" Mark said as he walked into the family room, a sleepy look on his face. "No, sure, that'd be fine," she replied, still sounding a little out of breath to me. "Happy New Year," he said to me, reaching out to shake my hand. I gave him a firm handshake, with the same hand that had recently fingered his wife's snatch and fondled her tits. He didn't seem to notice anything, however. Krista got her stuff together, and the two made a quick exit. She flashed me a naughty smile on the way out, but otherwise was amazingly poised, as if nothing had happened. After they'd left, I cleaned up the family room. I put out the fire, folded the blanket, and put the now-empty wine bottle in the recycling bin. Luckily, I did one last sweep before going to bed because it was only then that I noticed Krista's sexy lacy panties resting on the floor right by the coffee table. We'd been lucky that Mark hadn't spotted them by the light of the fire and TV, but Laura definitely would have in broad daylight the next day. Krista and I never talked about that evening again, although there always something extra between us afterwards. I also got a special kick whenever a story came up about how devoted Mark and Krista were to each other. I knew that at least on two occasions -- with her big-dicked lover in college and again with me -- Krista had let loose her inner slut. Considering that raunchy bit of anal she initiated, I sort of wondered if that wasn't just the tip of the iceberg as far as she was concerned. New Year's Surprise "God." I whispered as she stepped from the dress, leaving her black high heels on, her hands moving now to the tiny black thong. She licked her lips like a hungry animal as she pushed the thong panty down over her hips, the tiny strings rolling slightly as she pushed, the almost non-existent panty falling down her legs. "Mmmmmm you like what you see?" she cooed softly as she reached for my surprisingly hardening cock. "That's what I like about young men. They're like energizer bunnies. They keep going and going and going." She tugged gently on my cock, stroking her hand along my shaft to coax me even harder as she reached for one of my hands with hers. She tugged my hand, her's still stroking my cock as I followed her around to the back sofa. She lifted herself off the carpet with one hand and pulled gently on my cock as she spread her legs wide before me. She reached around me with her legs, hooking her heels on my ass and pulling me toward her as she guided my cock to her completely shaved pussy. I watched her rub my head up and down her sopping wet slit and then let go of me as she pulled with her heels, easing me toward her, my cock slipping easily into her hot wet pussy. She reached for my hands and pulled them to her chest, placing one hand on each of her huge tits, her rock hard nipples pressing to my palms. "Ohhhhhhhhh yes. I didn't think I was going to get fucked tonight." She moaned softly as my hips started to slide in and out, almost of their own will. "That's it. Fuck my pussy!" I squeezed and massaged her tits with my hands as I pumped my hips back and forth, her high heels pressed against my ass to help pull me fully into her, her hands clasped behind my neck to support her as she sat on the back of the sofa. In and out I stroked, feeling her pussy clench around me as she closed her eyes and focused her attentions on my cock. "That's it. God damn what a cock. Fuck me. Fuck my hot pussy until you come. I want to feel you squirt your cum deep inside me!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh god yes. Such a cock. It feels like you're driving it all the way into my stomach it's so long and fat!" she breathed softly, her body giving little jerks and twitches each time I slammed the base of my cock into her exposed clit. In and out I stroked, driving her orgasm higher and, much to my surprise, my own orgasm closer to a third shot. "Oh yeah. That's it. Just keep fucking me like that! Soooooooo god damn fucking good! Just keep pounding my hot little cunt with that big fat cock!" she moaned louder. "I think I'm going to come." "SHIT!" she cried suddenly, her whole body jerking and shaking as her pussy clamped around my hard shaft. "UH GOD!" I grunted as her rippling pussy muscles tried to pull me deeper into her, stroking me, practically milking my cock. I stared at her tits in my hands as my body bucked, pumping a shot of cum up into her spasming pussy, drawing a cry of pleasure from her. "That's it. Fill my hot cunt with your fuck juice!" She cried loudly, throwing her head back and arching her back to push herself down harder on my cock, her heels pulling me tighter to her ass and pussy. "Oh damn." I panted as my cock started to soften inside her, my brain starting to realize that I'd just fucked the shit out Mandy's mom. "You can say that again. Ohhhhhhh damn yes!" she moaned softly as she tilted her head back up and looked at me lustfully. "Oh yeah. That was damn good!" s he said softly. "I hope you fucked my daughter at least half as good as you just fucked me!" she said with a grin, still holding me deep inside her. She slowly released me as my cock softened and then let me slip from her, a gush of our cum leaking from her pussy as she slipped off the sofa back. She mumbled something I couldn't quite make out as she walked unsteadily toward her bedroom, leaving me along in the living room. I stepped around and dropped onto the sofa, practically in shock. My mind swirled as I thought about Mandy and what she must have been thinking at that moment. I closed my eyes and that was pretty much the last thing I remembered. I woke up in the morning, the sun starting to shine in the sliding door in the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and pushed the blanket down my chest as I groaned. "God what a dream" I mumbled as I pushed the blanket the rest of the way off of me. "Ohhhhhh shit." I swore under my breath. "What the fuck did I do?" I looked at my watch and saw it was only a bit past seven and hoped no one else was up yet. I didn't particularly have anywhere to be, but I wasn't sure staying here was the best choice. I looked around for my clothes and was surprised to find that my clothes were all missing from the floor, but so were Mandy's and if my mind remembered correctly, Mrs Eckerson's dress. I shook off the fuzzy headed feeling of way too much to drink the night before and headed down the hall, still naked, for the bathroom. I'd spent the night before on a few occasions, so I was more than familiar with where to find towels and such. I really needed a shower and as long as I didn't mind smelling like girly body soap, I figured I might as well get cleaned up. Being naked is one thing, but walking around smelling of sex is quite another. I took care of business, flushed and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me while I let my mind try to sort out the night before. I was most definitely drunk, and based on how I smelled, I was pretty sure that I had in fact had sex with Mandy. What left me confused was the memory of having sex with her mom too. That just didn't add up, and I was about to conclude it was an alcohol induced fantasy when the bathroom door opened. A very sexy and naked young woman stepped into the bathroom, walked straight toward the shower stall, slid the glass door open and stepped in. "Morning Eric," Mandy said, stepping toward me and wrapping her arms around my neck. "Morning Mandy." I answered, my arms circling her waist as she stepped her body against mine. "So, I guess we need to fuck...I mean talk." She said, blushing. "Freudian slip?" I chuckled. "Maybe. I woke up horney as hell, smelling like I'd been well fucked with dried cum all over my chest. How do you suppose that happened?" "Yeah, well, we were both pretty drunk." I answered, feeling my cock hardening and pressing against her trimmed bush and between her legs. "Not so drunk I don't remember having sex with you. Seems to me we talked about friends with benefits. Still good with that?" "Uh, yeah. Sure." I answered as she stepped her legs apart slightly to allow my hardening shaft room to slip between them. "Good because I could really use some benefits just now." She said, lifting herself on her tip toes to bring her lips to mine. "Fuck me!" she whispered before pressing her hot wet lips to mine, her hot breath breathing into my mouth as her tongue teased mine. The shower wasn't the most romantic place to have sex, but then I don't think romance was on the menu. Sexual satisfaction seemed to be paramount. I reached down to lift her by her ass, picking her petite form up, her legs wrapping around my body. She squeezed her legs and used them against my hips to help me lift herself up as I shifted one hand to my cock to guide me to her wet pussy lips. "Ohhhh yeah. Right there." She whispered as she eased her grip with her legs and let some of her weight down on my engorged head. "Ohhhhhh fuck yes!" she moaned as my cock pushed into her, penetrating deep into her. Between her legs wrapped around my hips and my hands lifting her ass, we stood in the cascading water and slowly screwed, her body sliding up and down my shaft, her tunnel teasing every inch of my shaft. She lifted until she nearly came off my cock and let it slip from her, after which she dropped quickly down, griding her clit into the base of my cock. "God yes. Feels every bit as good as last night." She mumbled as I helped bounce her up and down my shaft. "God you feel good." I groaned, feeling her pussy stroke my cock, her tight tunnel gripping me and resisting each push and pull of my shaft inside her. Up and down she bounced, her breathing becoming more ragged as she grew closer and closer to climax, my own sneaking closer as well. "Fuck. Gonna come!" she moaned quietly, bouncing slightly faster. "gonna come...oh god. Yes...YES!" she said, her voice growing from a gentle moan almost to a scream of pleasure with the final yes. She gripped my waist hard, making it impossible for me to lift her as her pussy contracted and spasmed around me. Her tits were practically in my face, as she squeezed me to her, her hips rocking slightly to grind her clit into the base of my cock. Her legs trembled as they squeezed me, her panting rubbing the tops of her sexy tits into my face. "Fuck. I'm gonna come." I grunted, trying to hold back as I had the night before, at her request." "Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck!" she groaned as she shuddered on my engorged cock. "OH FUCK!" I grunted as my body, unable to hold back any longer, jerked, spewing cum up into her clenching pussy. "OHHHHHHHH FUCK!" she screamed, not in anger or fear, but in pure raw pleasure as my surging cock pumped shot after shot of cum into her. "Sorry," I whispered as I held her trembling body against mine, her legs still wrapped tightly around me, her arms pulling my face tightly to her chest. "Don't worry. It'll be okay." She moaned, making no move to let me remove my still twitching cock from her pussy. "I hope." I whispered. "It will. Trust me." She whispered back. "Just enjoy the sensations. I know I am." I held her and moved her under the hot water and let it cascade down our bodies for several more seconds before she released her legs and slid down my body, my softening dick slipping from her body as she did. She pushed the shower door open, stepped to the sink and opened the vanity below it, drawing out a small bottle. She stepped back onto the shower, took the top off the bottle and squatted down, stuffing the end of the bottle into her spread pussy and emptying its contents into herself. She looked up at me and grinned as the liquid came back out, carrying with it most of the cum I had deposited. "That should take care of most of those little buggers." She said as she stood up. "Yeah, I suppose." I said hopefully, not sure how much that really prevented pregnancy. "Now. We have a problem, you and I." she said, stepping back to me and wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down so she could look into my eyes. "We do?" "Oh yeah. We seriously do." She said quietly. "My mother." "Ohhhhh shit." I groaned quietly. "I'm sorry. I mean I didn't... wasn't...hadn't...oh shit." I mumbled. "Don't worry. She told me about last night. I'm not particularly upset, just surprised." "Yeah. I didn't mean to..." I started to apologize. "Not you silly. Her. You were just doing what guys do. I can't blame you for that. Besides, we're just friends, right? Not like you can't fuck anyone you want." She said with a little shake of her head. "Yeah, but...you're not weirded out or upset that I had sex with you and your mom?" I asked a little confused. "Oh, not last night, no. We were all a bit drunk, apparently including my mother. No, last night was completely understandable, and if she doesn't mind having you after I have, well...what can I say? Even my mom needs a good fuck once in a while." "Okay. so we're good then. And this...you and me... staying friends and maybe occasionally..." I said. "Oh yeah. We're good. But don't expect occasionally. I suddenly have a rather hearty appetite for your cock. As long as you're good with it, I plan on getting it into me as much as you're willing to put it there." "I can live with that." I answered with a grin. "Good. Now... the second half of our problem." "What second half? I thought we just worked out that we were good." "Oh we are. But, well, my mom and I have been living alone, without my dad, for...well years. Personally he was a cheap shit cheater, or at least that's what my mom calls him, when she's trying to be polite. No, if I know my mom half as good as I think I do, you can expect more...um...attempts to seduce you. To get into your pants, so to speak." "Oh god." I groaned. "Tell me. Honest. Do you think my mother is sexy looking?" she asked, her face clearly serious as she stared into my eyes. "Yeah. She's damn good looking for her age." "Did you think she was sexy last night, when you were fucking her?" "Yeah." I said with a shrug. "Where's this going?" "Well. I just want to let you know, that if you wanna fuck her once in a while, that's fine with me too. I mean it'll make my life a lot easier if she gets some every once in a while and I don't have to worry about who she's getting it from, do I?" "Wait a minute. You're telling me, you wanna fuck me...a lot, no emotional strings attached. AND you want me to let your mom seduce me and fuck her too?" "Yeah. That's pretty much what I'm saying." She said with a grin. "Now don't tell me you're going to turn down a benefits package like that!" I looked at her to make sure she was serious and then shook my head. "No, I'm not going to turn that down. Maybe she can teach me a few tricks to use on you. I've only had a couple girlfriends and I wouldn't call any of them particularly experienced." I chuckled. "Good. I'm glad you agree." She said letting go of my neck. "Stay here." She said as she stepped out of the shower. She grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around herself before stepping to the door and opening it. She walked out and closed it behind herself. A few moments it opened and to my surprise, she didn't come back in, but Mrs Eckerson stepped in, still as naked as the night before. "Good morning Eric." She said sweetly as she stepped into the shower. "I take it my daughter has talked to you and we're good, you and I?" "I guess so Mrs E." "Might as well call me Vanessa. Since we're fucking each other now." She said with a grin. "Now do you wanna fuck me in the shower or would you like someplace else?" "I dunno. Where did you have in mind?" "Well, I'm game for damn near anywhere. The bedroom, the living room, the kitchen counter, the back seat of a car, a movie theater, a store dressing room, when it warms up, outside... Wherever your little heart desires. You just let me know what turns you on and I'll try to accommodate it." She said as she stepped closer and reached for my cock with both hands. "Now, let's see if we can get mister happy here all hard again." She whispered, squeezing her tits together with her arms as she teased my cock, her chest pushing against mine and rubbing her nipples on my chest as she leaned her lips to mine. "God this is going to be so fun." She whispered into my mouth with her lips practically touching mine. To be continued???