2 comments/ 67715 views/ 8 favorites Late Night Service Station By: onerous Driving south out of Oxford I noticed the fuel light blinking at me urgently, it was late and I was in the middle of nowhere; it would round off a shitty day if the car ran out of fuel especially here. The road meandered through a small village just outside Wallingford, half a mile further down the road the green and yellow signs of a BP filling station beckoned. As I pulled onto the forecourt the lights started to go out, the station was closing. Jumping from the car I sprinted into the small shop and called out for assistance. A large middle aged woman emerged from the back room, "Sorry I've just closed," she stated abruptly and turned to return to her lair. "Please," I pleaded, "I'm desperate. I have no petrol, I've had a crap day, and I'll have to sleep in the car unless you help me out. I'll pay double, buy you the biggest bunch of flowers in the shop, run naked around the forecourt anything just don't make me spend the night in that bloody car, I have been in it most the day" She turned around as a smile played around the corners of her mouth. "Alright anything so long as you keep that skinny bum covered," she quipped, "I'll leave the main lights off otherwise more strays might turn up but pump 2 is still on. Go fill up then come back in and pay." After thanking her profusely I ran out filled the car and then hurried back to conclude the business. We got chatting about this and that, mostly me complaining that my arse was shapely, and her saying she wasn't so sure. I turned and posed proffered my butt for her perusal. She reached a podgy hand over the mars bars and fondled it, digging her fingers into my flesh although gauging the amount of fat. "Mmm not bad, could do with some meat on it," she joked. "The meat's all round the front," I retorted turning slightly and framing my groin with both hands. She laughed but her hand lingered and her fingers extended to brush my balls. "Would you like a coffee before you hit the road?" she asked, moving slowly from behind the counter. "Yeah, that'd be great. It's a horrid night and I have two more hours of driving, the caffeine will help me stay awake," I answered, in no hurry to get back into the car. We moved into a small staff area at the rear of the station, she put the kettle on and disappeared to switch off the remaining lights and lock up. Left alone I looked around the bare room: two high barred windows a table four hard plastic chairs and a thread bare two seater sofa; the walls were bare no posters, just stains. I leaned on the edge of the table and waited for her lumbering return. As she entered the room I paid her more attention, there was nothing else to look at. She was about fifty years old, a big woman: wide shouldered with massive, heavy tits beneath an overly tight brown shirt of which the top three open buttons showed a deep cleavage. She was plump, bordering on fat with a big rounded ass and strong legs. She was about 4-5 inches shorter than me, and while her face had never been pretty, it was animated and suited the weight it carried. Large glasses that on another person would have been retro chic, on her were merely dated, the lank shoulder length brown hair completed the picture- not that any of that mattered as I couldn't see past the enormous breasts. As she leaned over the sink unit to prepare the coffees, her already tight skirt stretched across her buttocks and rose up to reveal big but shapely thighs with small cellulite dimples. Improbably, I was having some very rude thoughts about this buxom old woman. She turned and handed me a steaming mug of coffee motioning for me to sit on the threadbare sofa, while she pulled a chair up adjacent to the table and faced me. "You looked so helpless running across the forecourt," she said grinning, "I thought if I hadn't let you fill up you would have cried." "That's probably true, I was so desperate you could have named your own price," I replied smiling. From my position slightly below her, I was level with her tits and had a nice view of her bare legs. These she slowly uncrossed in front of my face then opened slightly, causing her skirt to rise higher over her thighs; I heard something then she laughed. "Sorry, I didn't catch that," I blushed, "my mind was wandering." "If I wasn't old enough to be your mother I'd have guessed you were looking up my skirt," she countered, "were you?" "No, I was…" quickly realising the futility of an attempted excuse I came clean " of course I was, I was even taking bets with myself about what sort of knickers you would be wearing." "So what were the odds?" she enquired. "Big granny pants are favourite, silky briefs evens, thong at three to one," I answered waving my hands like an on course bookie. "What an insult, do I look like a granny? No don't answer," she laughed, "you're not much of a judge anyway seeing as there are no winners so far." "That only leaves one option," I said, "and an old woman like you would never wander round without panties, would you?" With exaggerated care she placed her coffee on the table and in doing so opened her legs still further revealing a mass of pubic hair and no underwear. I reached out and stroked her leg running my fingers along the soft pale skin of her inner thigh, as her knees spread further apart allowing the tips of my fingers to graze the lips of her cunt. My fingers entered her easily; she was soaking. I slipped three fingers inside her with ease, and it felt as though she had already had sex or maybe this was just how every older woman felt. Sitting upright I moved forward, my free hand reaching up inside her tight fitting top and moving over her huge breast, the nipple was massive like a speed bump in the middle of the fabric placed there to slow my progress. Her hand caressed the back of my head fingers running through my overly long hair. "Undress me," she pleaded breathlessly. Standing, I reluctantly removed my hand from its warm, wet haven and unbuttoned her blouse revealing a giant purple bra; its mixture of satin and lace appeared to be straining in every direction. As her hands became free she started stroking the length of my erect cock by now clearly outlined against the taut fabric of my trousers. She reached behind me, grabbed hold of my buttock and pulled my crotch to her face, her mouth opened and she bit gently on my throbbing penis, even through two layers of fabric I could feel the definition of her teeth. Expertly she undid my trousers and in one fluid movement pulled both trousers and pants to my knees. She devoured me, there was no preamble, no kissing the head, she swallowed all that was on offer running her teeth along the length and taking me deep into her throat. She lifted her face slightly and withdrew around half my shaft her tongue danced around my cock, she sucked hard, and it took a massive degree of self-control not to shoot my load there and then. Needing a distraction I reached over her shoulders and undid her massive bra, fumbling with the catch like an overexcited schoolboy. Pulling the straps forward I inadvertently encouraged her to remove my cock from her jaws, but when I looked down and saw her amazing tits cascading over her belly, all regrets vanished. I knelt in front her using two hands to lift one huge breast, her nipples were the size of thimbles, the areolas were as big as saucers, dark and puckered; these tits could have belonged to a giantess. I carefully and slowly ran the hard teat across my lower teeth pressing slightly as it crossed the incisor, and judging by the shudder that shook her over weight body it had the desired effect. Then I sucked hard on the whole nipple pressing it against the roof of my mouth and taking as much of the giant mammary as I could without choking. I let it slip out grating over my teeth again then inhaled deeply reversing the action. Her hand gripped my hair pulling my face into her heaving chest then suddenly yanking my head back and staring down at me her eyes distorted by the large glasses that were now dangling at a precarious angle. "Fuck me now," she croaked through gritted teeth. We broke apart, she stood and she leaned forward over the canteen table lifting her skirt above her waist resting her tits on the veneered top. Her large rear faced me; I reached down and felt a very hairy, very wet cunt. Holding her buttocks apart, I moved a hand along between her swollen lips and up to the arse hole. "FUCK ME NOW!" she commended abruptly. I obliged as my already opened trousers and pants slid to my ankles. I entered her gaping crack, and within seconds my balls were soaked with her juices running down my thighs. I started to move into her holding her by the hips and pulling that great fanny on to my throbbing dick, she pushed back equally hard absorbing every millimetre I had to offer and gyrating her pelvis to gain maximum sensation. Taking the lead I started to pump into her meeting her at the top of every stroke in a bone crunching collision. This continued for several minutes during which I have never seen a woman produce so much fluid as she. It poured out, enough so that several times I thought she must have pissed herself, but if this is what it felt like then every girl should do it. Sweat ran off her back and down the valley between her buttocks, two large damp tracks appeared on the table where her perspiring breasts were moving back and fro. It was like an out of body experience seeing and sensing the environment while plunging my swollen organ deep inside this fat old woman whose name I didn't even know. Then she tensed her insides and gripped me pushing back hard, holding the stroke. I was no longer detached, my cock exploded, my cum spurted hard into her again and again and it started running down my shaft and down her thighs, mixing with her excretions and covering our legs. I pulled out of her and collapsed onto the small sofa behind, she stayed slumped over the table her legs spread in front of me, her breathing coming in short rasps. The lips of her cunt were clearly visible puffy and parted, our juices oozed out catching the reflected light, the hairs that edged them were plastered flat to her skin. I tore my gaze away put my head back and closed my eyes enjoying the post coital tranquillity. Something rustled and the tempo of her breathing altered, my eyes stayed shut as I enjoyed the feelings of release drifting on the edge of sleep. Something warm and wet snapped me out of my reverie: she was licking the length of my flaccid cock, and she then moved down and sucked each testicle deep into her mouth. My battered penis hurt as it came back to life, but she raised her face to me and smiled before taking me completely into her mouth again. I jumped as her teeth passed over the edge of my helmet and I was fully erect again, filling her mouth and edging down her throat. Her face lifted. "Don't get too excited, this is just a clean up," she spoke quietly into my cock like it was a microphone. At this stage I notice her glasses have been removed, and whether deliberately of in the heat of the moment, I was unsure. Next my lower stomach got licked clean and then my thighs, before her attention returned to my genitals. I turn slightly and her hands part my buttocks, gently fingering my arse she lapped juices off the back of my balls, and her rampant tongue probes my anus. Then as suddenly as it began it stops. "There, all clean again," she whispers, "now it's your turn; I can't leave here in this state." Standing upright she removed her skirt and leaned back onto the table, sliding further she lifts and opens her legs. I rose hesitantly, licking cum out of a partner has never been high on my priority list, and the old slag in front of me was far less attractive than most of my other previous partners, but it is only fair to reciprocate, so I took a deep breath and approached. Reticent at first, stroking her legs then kissing her knee, licking her thigh as my hands explored further up as the tastes and smell displaced any misgivings I had harboured initially. My mouth worked its way to the crease at her groin, brushing against the lips of her vagina. I repeated the exercise on her other leg consciously taking my time. As I neared her hairy twat my excitement hit fever pitch and judging by the noise from above, so had hers. The soft lips gently parted as my tongue intruded, my cum was oozing out, diluted by her juices which were again flowing freely. I wanted to taste every drop and pursued in such a manner: licking, sucking, probing, my fingers found her arse and entered easily. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her, holding my head in place while she moved almost imperceptibly before her body tensed and her grip loosened allowing me up for air. I continued to lick her gently enjoying the tastes, moving her onto one side, I licked in long strokes up to her rear hole and without a second thought removed my fingers and concentrated on her rim until I felt ripples through her jelly like body. "Don't get carried away, this only a clean up," I joked lifting my head. She raised herself onto her elbows, "If you're not in too much of a hurry why don't you come back to my house in the village?" she asked. "I've got all night but what about your husband?" "He does what he is told," she answered quickly, then seeing my quizzical expression she added, "I'll explain later." "It would be rude not to. By the way, what's your name?" "Debbie," she stated, pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me deeply. I walked out into the damp chilly night and paused while alarms were set and doors locked "Are we walking? Or shall I drive?" "Can we take your car?" she asked, "Leaving it on the forecourt may attract unwanted attention." As soon as we got in the car, she placed her hand on my lap, her fingers gently holding and stroking my cock, an act not so much erotic as territorial, declaring ownership, subtly taking control. There was no conversation but a few sharp instructions as we drove about half a mile into the village, finally pulling up outside a neat Victorian terraced house. Lights blazed in every window, and I looked across at her. "Your husband's still up, maybe I should go." "Like I said, he will do as he is told. Leave him to me," she leaned over, pulled my dick free and licked the eye before swallowing me again, letting me slide out, "So you staying or going?" Reaching out I turned the ignition off and killed the lights, she opened her door and lead the way up a short path. We entered a narrow passageway that appeared to go the length of the house, to the right were stairs and on the left a series of doors. She strode forward, obviously confident in her own home, leaving me trailing behind watching the two halves of her bum jiggle, sway and collide. I wondered if they were always this mobile or had our earlier exertions given them extra lubrication. She heaved open the end door, additional light flooded into the hallway, I snapped out of my reverie and squinted into the room it appeared to be a large family kitchen, the usual units at the bottom end with a sofa and dining table nearer the door. The table was half in the room and half in a conservatory to the left; it was tastefully and expensively furnished in a traditional style, all very much at odds with Debbie's appearance. As I walked through the door I sensed movement to my left, at the end of the dining table furthest out under the glass sat a middle aged man. He was nondescript grey pallor topped with receding grey hair neither big nor small, neither handsome nor ugly, it was weird, he left no impression at all. "As you can see I have company, perhaps you'll get…." She looked at me quizzically I stared back then realised the problem. "Mike." "Yeah, get Mike and me a drink," then turning to me, "beer, wine or would you rather have another try at coffee?" "A glass of red wine would be great." I replied, it looked like I was staying. "That sounds good for me too, a nice bottle, two glasses, then perhaps you'll leave us alone and go watch TV or something in the guest bedroom." She put so much emphasis on the last part of the statement, my face was burning with embarrassment, I was at a loss not knowing what to do, standing in this guys house as his wife orders him out of the way and out of his bedroom so she can entertain a stranger whose name she didn't even know. To my astonishment he neatly folded the Guardian newspaper he had been reading and stood, walked calmly into the kitchen area, opened a reasonable Rioja, placed two large glasses and the bottle on a side table by the sofa, picked up his paper and left. He had not made a sound, no complaint, not even a query and within seconds I heard soft footsteps padding upstairs. Debbie invited me to sit on the sofa, then she leant toward me her massive tits straining against her cotton fabric, nipples already erect clearly outlined, and it was only now that I realised she hadn't replaced her bra. Looking at her afresh, skirt twisted, hair a mess, small red welts on her neck and tits clearly unsupported I realised it must have been obvious when she walked in that she had either been mugged by a bra thief or had recently been fucked, and either way it made his lack of reaction even more puzzling. The situation made me uneasy I was quite happy to enjoy Debbie, but I had no intention of being murdered in my sleep by a deranged husband. "What's the score between you two?" I enquired, "while I really enjoyed the fuck back at the garage I don't want to get mixed up in any ugly domestic scene." "There will be no unpleasantness," she reassured me, "Martin and I have an understanding. He was actually the instigator a couple of years ago, wanting to watch me have another man, and he really got off on it. We won't hear from him again tonight unless we want something, then he will be happy to help. If you're still about in the morning you'll get a better insight into the relationship." She handed me a glass of wine then slowly opened her shirt, freeing acres of flesh to cascade over her belly. I didn't need any further invitation. Pulling her toward me by her breast, I placed the large nipple back in my mouth and moved my free hand up between her legs until my fingers were vigorously massaging her clit. "Slow down, it's delicate," she commanded gripping my wrist and forcefully removing my hand. "Shall we go upstairs?" With that she lifted my wet fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, savouring the flavours. She pulled me upright and led the way back along the corridor up the narrow stairs. At the top of the stairs she stopped and turned, kissed me, pressing me hard against the wall, her massive tits flattened on my chest. "Climbing the stairs has caused your cum to leak down my leg. Feel it." Obediently I reached under her skirt and felt her slippery thighs. "I thought we had licked all that out earlier," I responded. There was an audible sigh from behind the door to my right and I realised that this interlude had not been solely for my benefit. We proceeded to a large bedroom with two bay windows; the room was dominated by a massive seven foot bed which I viewed with a little trepidation, not really knowing what the night held in store. To be continued Late Night Service Station Ch. 02 (in order to understand how this misadventure started read part 1) I stood just inside the over decorated bedroom, the room was swamped with Laura Ashley prints, every curtain had tassels and the piece de resistance was a grand canopy covering around half the bed. The décor was obviously expensive and very nice if you liked that sort of thing, I didn`t. She placed her wine glass and the bottle on a tall mahogany chest then turned to me, a shaft of moonlight caught her right side emphasizing the enormity of her chest. She deftly removed her blouse, reached behind unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. This was the first time I had seen her naked, huge breasts rested on a protruding stomach that creased and hung over a sprawling bush still damp from our earlier exertions. Nipples, the size of bullets, pointed straight down surrounded by a dark sprawling areola like a rash threatening to engulf the whole tit, her legs were shapely below the knee but flared out above to large flabby thighs dimpled with cellulite. Even in the half-light she was far from pretty but the melons on her chest and soaked gaping cunt exuded sex in a way only a mature slut can. "Put your glass down and get undressed" she instructed. I reached past her and put my wine on a bedside cabinet and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Her hand went immediately inside my gaping shirt, smoothing my hairless chest. I squealed as she fiercely pinched my right nipple holding the tip between her index finger and thumb, long nails biting into the flesh. " In this room you do as you are told, now get your kit off. If I had wanted a fucking striptease I'd have asked for one," her voice was low almost menacing, she twisted my nipple harder "I want you naked on the bed, your cock inside my sopping hole." With her free hand she played with herself, the slurping noises generated emphasized how wet she was. Fearing further pain I dropped my trousers and pants in an instant and shrugged off the open shirt. She sat on the bed one hand still firmly gripping my nipple the other stroking her hairy cunt, from the closed eyes and open mouthed breathing I guessed it was having the desired effect. Suddenly she yanked on my sore teat. "I told you to get on the bed," she shouted "Sorry" I whispered. She released her grip so I moved to the middle of the giant mattress and lie on my back. Without another word she mounted my rigid cock, settling her large body on top at ninety degrees to me, she easily absorbed everything I had to offer, her pelvis ground onto mine. She rocked back and forth pushing her cunt hard on to me, her juices were already running freely over my balls. She was panting like an old dog, a metaphor I didn't want to take any further, her body tensed and the silence of the room was pierced by a scream, I guessed she had just cum. She remained still on top of me, her vagina tight around my swollen member; her juices now soaked my balls and arse. Slowly her hips rose and several inches of my penis emerged glistening from its hiding place, her lips slid along the shaft, each movement was very deliberate. Just before I slipped out of her she descended equally slowly, this was repeated many times over the following minutes as she fucked me at a pace suited to her alone. I reached up to caress her swinging breasts but my hand was pushed away with a glare that left me in no doubt that such attention was not welcome. She continued to play with her own massive nipples as her plump aged body rose and fell above me. She opened her eyes and stared down at me. "Eat me" her voice had dropped another octave. Without waiting for, or allowing any comment from me, the connection broke and she moved over my torso on her knees. Her legs pinned my arms on either side, her wide open cunt hovered inches above my face. One of her hands reached down and started to gently massage her clit, the smell was pure sex, if I harboured any reservations before they now disappeared I was desperate to taste this dirty used cunt, to lick all traces of our earlier sex, to suck her clitoris and drink her juices. "Do you want to kiss me?" she asked coyly. "Yes" I replied lifting my face but finding her still just out of reach, her free hand was holding the side of the beds canopy giving extra support and leverage. "How much" she was taunting me "A lot" I replied meekly. "A lot" she mocked, "pathetic" "More than I have ever wanted to eat any filthy old cunt" I added breathlessly. "If you really want to eat my dirty, smelly, used, cunt you'll have to try harder" "Please" I begged, "I'll do anything, anything you want, as often as you demand." She chuckled her hand spread her lips even further apart, I saw speckles of dried cum on her long pubic hairs as my face was smothered by this wet mass of flesh. I sucked, licked and bit on everything that came within range. She ground her pelvis into my head at one point I thought she had broken my nose, then she tensed and floods of warm salty liquid poured over me I licked and drank, half afraid of drowning in the torrent. More gently now she moved against me dragging her private parts across my stubble one more shudder ran through her body then she rolled off and away from me. My arms were numb where I had been pinned down, I flexed my hands to restore circulation and reached down to my throbbing penis, slowly I pulled the skin back three or four strokes is all it would take. "Stop that, tonight you will only cum when I say you, understand." Her voice was loud almost a shout, "Well… do you fully understand." "Yes" I agreed hesitantly not even sure why. "Clean my thighs" she instructed as she rolled on to her front, breasts flattened against the firm mattress, opening her legs wide and poking her ample bum into the air. From her posture it was obviously not just her thighs that required attention. In other circumstances this site alone would have been enough to send a stream of spunk across the bed, but on this night I knew my place. I moved my hands on either side on her right thigh and my tongue went to work lapping up the juices that had flowed so freely mixed with my cum from earlier. My fingers grazed her cunt just flicking against her swollen lips as I held her flesh to my mouth. The exercise was repeated on her other side then I moved up, cupping her massive dimpled ass cheek in two hands I licked and sucked on her flesh, my little finger probing her arsehole. "Lick me properly," she barked, she placed a hand on either side and spread her bum cheeks wide open. Starting at the back of her slit I worked up to her anus dripping saliva, mixing it with her fluids, then working it in with my tongue. Her face was buried deep into the pillows muffling any instructions that may have been issued, it was time to regain the initiative. I moved quickly up the bed placed the swollen head of my cock against the entrance to her rear passage and pushed. She lifted her head turned and smiled pushing her butt back against me forcing my prick inside her. I held my position with just the tip of my penis in her arse while her muscles grew accustomed to the intrusion and relaxed. "Let me roll on my side but stay inside me" she had manipulated me with consummate ease, so much for regaining control of the situation. We gently rolled on to her right side and I inched further up her arse. Her ring was tight but comfortable and slowly at first I started to fuck her, I inserted two fingers into her cunt and felt the pulsing veins on my cock through the dividing membrane. "Not here" She was still calling the shots "fuck me on the ottoman at the bottom of the bed I want to see your cock pounding me" At the end of the bed was a large blanket box with an upholstered top set at an angle to a wall of mirrored closets, she got off the bed and waddled over to it then lowered her body down squashing her massive tits against the red velvet seating and once again sticking her ass in the air. I approached from behind and slid straight into her, in the mirror I could see her half turned face grimace as I buried my cock deep inside her bum. The previous relaxed rhythm was resumed, with no thought other than my own pleasure I quickened the tempo slamming into her. When I looked in the mirror I saw her right tit hanging over the edge and grabbed the erect nipple squeezing hard as I finally released spurt after spurt of semen deep into her bowels. Exhausted I fell forward on top of her spread backside, out of the corner of my eye I sensed movement and glimpsed a reflection of her husband retreating down the hall. "How long has he been watching" I asked unsure whether she had been aware of his presence. "At least since I sat on your face" she smiled at the memory "I heard him outside in the corridor. Don't worry he is totally harmless, he gets his kicks watching other men fuck me and sometimes I'll let him lick me out after my friends have gone" "He licks another mans cum out of you??" I was shocked, "even out of your ass?" "No he has never had that opportunity, to be honest I have only been fucked that way three times before, guess tonight I just got carried away" she paused "but I enjoyed every minute, I even enjoyed him watching." "Do you think….." I left the question hanging in the air. "No, even he wouldn't stoop that far and I would never ask it of him" her voice had dropped almost to whisper. " If you don't ask him I will, call him back." I couldn't believe what I was suggesting, getting her husband to eat my cum out of her arse, nor could I believe my stiffening cock. She bellowed down the hall demanding his immediate attendance, within seconds he entered the room wearing striped pyjamas, a small bulge betraying some excitement. She was still sprawled over the ottoman in the same position as when I shot my load into her, right tit hanging over the furniture's edge, ass raised and legs wide apart in the mirror I could see cum seeping from her anus. He looked first at her then at me sprawled naked on the bed above her, I looked away first slightly ashamed by my actions, in truth I was embarrassed for him. "How much did you see?" she asked him, not waiting for a reply before continuing, "did you see him fuck my arse, did you see his cock pounding into me, did you see my face as I climaxed, did it turn you on?" He stared blankly back at her, the silence was oppressive. "You know it did," his reply was whispered, each word carefully formed, "it was the dirtiest act I have ever seen, even from you." "I can feel his seed leaking from my hole, can you see it" she parted her legs even further. "Yes" his voice was now reduced to a croak. "Go closer" she ordered, "Can you smell me?" "Aaaargh" he groaned inches from her bum. "Well what are you waiting ……." before she could finish the sentence he was between her cheeks lapping at the seepage then holding her arse open while his tongue delved deep inside her dirty hole. She was panting pushing up against him forcing his face into her butt, obviously excited and once again on the verge of orgasm. I looked on a dispassionate observer watching a depraved floor show, he moved down to lick her open cunt, fingering her arse as he sucked on lips swollen by excitement and the pounding of my cock. Lying prone on the bed inches from the action I was surprised to see that my cock was once again rigid, although disgusted on one level I was forced to admit, if only to myself, that this was the horniest thing I had ever been involved in. After a few minutes more she sighed and turned on to her side facing me on the bed lifting her leg to allow her husband continued access, her face broke into a wide grin as she saw my hand stroking my rock hard penis. "That needs to have the shit and cum cleaned off it before we resume." I looked around for the bathroom but she had other ideas, reaching down she lifted her husbands face from between her legs and nodded in my direction, he smiled and moved up on to the bed. I drew my knees up and started to turn away, as I did so Debbie reached up and grabbed my shoulder. "Let him lick my juices off you, its something he has fantasised about, if you are uncomfortable at any time he will stop" "He can live out his fantasies with some fucker else" I stated unequivocally, "I am not letting him or any bloke near my cock" She reached up and stroked my cheek, pulled my face to hers and rammed her tongue into my mouth. Our mouths parted, she also moved up on to the bed her tits grew level with my face, a nipple flopped into my mouth and I started to suck. "Just let him lick your balls" I heard her enquiry through a mammary haze, what harm could it do, after all a tongue is a tongue be it male or female, but I kept my hand firmly on my cock. I remained silent attention focused on the tit in my mouth. When I first felt his hand gently stroke my thigh I jumped almost biting her nipple off, next a tongue gently licked my bollocks, it was hard not to turn away. His tongue probed my genitals paying especial attention to he area behind my balls leading up to my arse, for me this is incredibly erotic and an area few women pay attention to. I switched breasts and started to relax, he sucked my balls into his warm mouth one at a time then started paying attention to the base of my shaft. I felt Debbie's podgy, soft hand gently uncurl my fingers from around my penis, as my grip loosened her husband's mouth moved further up until he had complete control. He kissed the swollen purple head, licked the eye, pressed it open and pushed the tip of his tongue in. By this time I had abandoned all semblance of resistance, I was receiving an expert blowjob while sucking on a giant breast, the fact that it was a man between my legs had stopped being important. He sucked my cock deep into his throat gagging at first but soon adapting. Then he began to move on it, up and down, slowly at first then faster, I couldn't help myself, his hand was pulling the base at the same time, it was all too much, I came in his mouth almost as heavily as I had in his wife's arse fifteen minutes earlier. Lying back with my eyes closed thoughts tumbled through my mind, what had I got myself into, why had I let a man near my cock, did it mean anything, was she serious about resuming. It didn't take long to rationalise the situation, I had enjoyed it, a male mouth felt little different around my cock to that of a woman. This situation was a one off, I would enjoy this strange couple then walk away and not look back. I opened my eyes just in time to see Debbie ram her tongue down her husbands throat licking my cum out of his mouth, the sight indicated she was far from finished and, perversely, brought a flicker of life back to my flaccid prick. She pushed her husband away violently, he staggered off the bed, "Get back to your room," she ordered without even looking back at him. "Please Debs, can I watch?" he asked meekly. She looked down at me, I shook my head enough was enough. "No, fuck off!" she really he had a way with words but he seemed resigned to his fate and slowly retreated back along the corridor. She turned back round kneeling above my recumbent body, her attention refocused on my battered cock, in one fluid movement she lifted her right leg and swung it across my face, her glistening labia inches from my nose. We were in the classic 69 position with her on top huge breasts resting on my stomach, her head bobbed done as she positioned my flaccid penis in her mouth. "Hang on," I murmured, "before we continue I need the toilet, I think this is going to be a long night so I had better be comfortable." She released me from her mouth and rose up pushing her cunt on to my face then wiggling her butt to gain maximum sensation "Oh sorry" she said giggling, "I'll show you where the bathroom is." As she rose I realised again just how big she was especially her tits which hung low on her stomach and her bum that now seemed to fill the doorway it strange how over the past couple of hours the detail of her body had somehow got lost in the blur of sexual activity. I got up and followed down the corridor both of us completely naked feet sinking into a deep pile carpet, she stopped and pushed through the second door on the left revealing a large Victorian style bathroom. A big freestanding roll top bath with gold claw feet backed by a wall of mirrors dominated the room, which was tiled throughout and sparkling under the concealed halogen spots. Like the rest of the house it appeared over decorated expensive but wrong. She held open the door and I rushed forward lifting the seat, the piss came in a torrent divided into two streams by some dried spunk inside, behind me I heard the door close. With a start I realised that she had not left me to it but was standing close behind, one hand was on my bum playing with the cheek the other hand reached round and stroked the end of my dick. She squeezed to stop the stream, moved in front of me and sat on the loo, her hand still firm on my cock that was stirring back into life while bursting to release the remaining piss. She held me level with her face and released, my cock lurched and hardened sending a golden arc of piss straight into her forehead, she closed her eye instinctively and pulled my cock down the stream crossing her nose before pouring into her open mouth. Her free hand was working furiously between her legs, as my cock hardened further and the piss subsided I leant forward and started to fuck her flooded mouth. A long and by now familiar shudder racked her body and she reached another orgasm, still with my cock in her mouth she relaxed and pissed noisily into the bowl. Without wiping the urine off either set of lips she rose and bent over the bath, her hands on the rolled top. I walked the two steps over to her and buried my prick inside her, there was no attempt at finesse this was a brutal fuck I hammered into her soft wet cunt within seconds we were both panting, soon we were both cumming, loudly and for me painfully as my cock was raw. It had been years since I had climaxed this heavily let alone four times in an evening but this had turned into a night of firsts. We returned to the floral bedroom I lay back exhausted, Debbie buried her face in my lap and I drifted off to sleep with my cock in her mouth. I woke early around 6.00 am sunlight flooding into the room and looked across the bed at the mass of flesh next to me, she had not been pretty in the half light of the previous night, now in the cold light of day she was down right ugly. However her tits were still massive, her legs were still open and I was once again getting hard. I reached over and started to fondle her breasts, then roamed across her belly to her cunt, it was already wet. Debbie's eyes flickered as I gently fingered her. Very gently I rolled her on to her side and smoothly entered her from behind fucking her gently easing in and out of her smooth vagina. The pace stayed constant as I gradually became more aroused, opening her ass I played with her rear hole slowly inserting two fingers as my cock glided into her crack, it was once again soaked, at this rate she should be suffering from dehydration. I pushed her top leg forward so her thighs formed a right angle and rose above her quivering body. This is one of my favourite positions my cock fully buried deep inside but with easy access to her ass and tits. I pushed my right thumb deep into her bum while my left hand grasped her giant mammary all the while increasing the pace at which I was fucking her. I rose up on top of her preparing for the final strokes when the door banged open and her husband walked in. Totally ignoring us fucking noisily on the bed he placed a tray containing two steaming cups of coffee on the bedside table, he removed my half filled wine glass and left without uttering a word. Late Night Service Station Ch. 02 My body wilted at the unexpected interruption and I collapsed across her body. "Pathetic, after last night how can you be put off so easily" she mocked "still every cloud has a brown lining" With that she parted her arse cheeks, I needed no second invitation my cock well lubricated from her cunt slid straight up her rear passage, her ring loosened by my fingers and last nights sex was immediately comfortable around my cock. This was too much and within less than a minute I was dumping another load of cum into her ample behind. Just as I rose up for the final push there was an audible sigh from the hallway, I wondered if he would have a chance to eat this load before work. After drinking the coffee I rose and went to the bathroom carefully locking the door behind me, I showered then returned to the bedroom and dressed. Debbie was lying on her back still naked, her breasts hung off her chest the nipples still appeared erect, her legs were open her lips slightly parted and still obviously wet. I walked round and softly touched her face, then bent and kissed her deeply. "Thanks for a great night" I offered as I stood to leave, anxious now to get away. "Thank you" she smiled back, reaching across to her bedside table she offered a slip of paper, "My numbers, call me when you are next in the area." I took the note, turned and left her lying there, confident that I would never see either of these people or their house again, how wrong I was. Images of that evening are burned onto my brain, I have returned several times and done things with them that I am not proud of. There is no rationale for my returns I have a beautiful intelligent wife with whom I have a great sex life and two brilliant sons, a successful company that I own and enjoy running, yet choose to risk it all by visiting a fat, slut old enough to be my mother, to indulge in increasingly depraved, dirty sex acts that prior to that night I would not have considered. Despite all this I go back regularly, tomorrow 14th June I have arranged to drop in at 1.00pm on my way to London I will spend 4-5 hours underneath a woman I don't even like, trouble is even as I write this I am getting hard again.