0 comments/ 33542 views/ 2 favorites Why Not By: 1gearhead She and I had had been involved in an affair for almost two years. Getting together once or twice a week for love making and sex. It was incredible, intense, tender and satisfying. She had broken off our affair once before about a year ago, but neither of us had the control nor will power to sustain the break and we came back together. It seemed it was something that neither of was willing to do without. That was great for me and thought for her also. Not so, a few weeks ago she broke off our relationship again. Friends, confidants, but no physical relationship. OK, I'll accept what she is willing to give. I do love her and don't want to loose her completely. We talked on the phone frequently, e-mailed, but no face to face meeting. She said that would be too great a temptation for her right now. That was why I was a little surprised when she called me and asked if I could stop by to help her put some boxes away in her garage. I arrived at her house thinking that I would behave myself and only go as far as she was willing. I rang the bell and she answered the door. Dressed as she usually did in a blouse and fairly long skirt. "Hello, hello come, I'm so glad that you could come by and give me a hand, come in and I'll show what I needed help with" she said as she beckoned me inside. I followed her into the house and down the hall to the garage door. She went into the garage and pressed the outside overhead garage door button and the door automatically opened. She then walked into the garage and stood in front of a set of shelves and a number of boxes on the floor. It was mid morning and the sun was shining brightly in through the open garage door. The light was behind her and she was backlit. I could clearly see the out line of her legs, thighs and hips through the thin material of the dress. She was obviously not wearing a slip. A very erotic sight to my sex starved eyes. Was she doing this intentionally? I wasn't sure. In any case she was definitely giving me a sight that was highly arousing. She showed me the boxes that she wanted put on the upper shelves. "They are heavy, I have put books in them that I want to keep. Be careful." I positioned a short ladder in front of the shelves and started putting the boxes on the top shelves. She was right they were heavy. Of all the places in the garage that she could choose to stand while I stored the boxes she chose to stand between me and the open garage door. Every time I descended the ladder and bent down to get another box I was looking at her semi-nude form backlit by the sun coming through the open garage door. It was causing me to become aroused. I didn't really care if she noticed or not, in fact I kind of hoped she would see the effect she was having on me. Once all of the boxes were on the shelves she got a magic marker and asked me to hold the ladder so she could label the boxes. I stepped forward took hold of the ladder and she stepped up on it to be able to reach the boxes. As she wrote on the end of each box her rear end was slightly above my eye level still back lit. I could literally see the outlined form of her thighs and ass through the thin dress. As she continued to mark the boxes she turned more to face me on the ladder. Now, I could clearly see the "V" between her upper thighs and in fact could actually make out the outline of her pussy. I could tell that she did not have any panties on. She was nude under the dress! God, this was intense. Did she know? Did she realize what she was showing me? To me, at that moment, I didn't really care, I was just enjoying the sight and a luscious beautiful sight it was. When she had finished, she steeped off the ladder and asked me to put it away on the other side of the garage. She walked to the door leading into the house and pressed the outside garage door button to close it. I put the ladder away and followed her into the house. Show over, too bad, I had been really enjoying it. Some how that kind of sight is more erotic to me than total nudity. She went into the kitchen and asked if I would like a cold soda. I stood and watcher her fix the sodas and then walked to the kitchen table and set them down. Her back was to me. In my current state of arousal any remnants of self control were fading rapidly. I stepped forward and put my arms around her and cupped her breasts in each hand through her blouse. To my surprise she was not wearing a bra. I could feel the tender smoothness of her breasts and her raspberry shaped nipples through the thin material of her blouse. She took both of her hands and placed them over mine. "No, you mustn't do this, I can't do this with you anymore," she said, but did ot try to remove my hands. She just held them in place against her breasts with her hands. Even though she was telling me no, her body was sending the opposite message. I could feel her nipples becoming erect. Her hands were holding mine in place against her breasts instead of removing them and she was pressing her rear into my groin. My erect cock was pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass and she was slowly and firmly grinding into me. I pressed in tighter to her and began massaging her breasts and nipples through her blouse. Her hands held mine tighter to her. I began kissing her on the back of the neck and running my tongue along the hair line. She moaned softly, again saying "Noooo baby." I moved my hands town to her waistline and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. I slipped my hands under her blouse and back to cup her breasts. I gently massaged her full pert breasts and teased her nipples with my fingers. She continued softy moaning "No, nooo, noooo." She was thinking that she shouldn't be allowing this but her body was definitely enjoying it. I moved her closer to the table and placing my hands on her back gently forces her over the table. I backed away from her slightly and pulled her dress up over her hear. I was right she was not wearing underwear. Exposed to me was her nude luscious heart shaped ass, inviting me to caress and hold it. I rubbed her ass cheeks momentarily and then slipped my hand down lower and began to stroke her inner thighs. My other hand was in the middle of her back to prevent her from rising off the table. I let my fingers move onto the lips of her vagina, and began to stroke them. They were wet and inviting. As I rubbed gently on them taking longer strokes I eventually reached her erect clit. With my wetted fingers I rubbed on her clit as she became more aroused. Alternating between her clit and her labia I continued bringer her to a higher state of arousal. I inserted one finger into her pussy and felt her warmth and wetness. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful! I stroked my finger in and out of her vagina for a few minutes before returning to her clit. When I touched her clit she let out a sharp yelp. I undid my belt and unzipped my trousers and let them along with my underwear go to my knees. I took my engorged erect cock in my fist and rubbed the head of it along the wet lips of her pussy. This seemed to arouse her even more. "Fuck me! Take that hard cock and put it in my pussy and fuck me," she said in a low throaty voice. I did as she told me, and slipped the head of my cock between her pussy lips and slowly slid it into her. Her wet warm pussy seemed to be sucking me inside of her and holding in place. I could feel the walls of her pussy slightly contracting on my hard dick. I began stroking into her inviting pussy slowly and deliberately. The sensations were incredible. She began moving to match my rhythm. We were in perfect sync and in another dimension. Our rhythm increased, I was getting close, I could tell that she was getting near also. We came almost simultaneously. Shooting load after load into her quivering vagina. I could feel the clenching of her vaginal walls on my erupting cock. It had been a while and this was intense. I semi collapsed over her back. We stayed in this position catching our breath until my dick softened and slipped out of her vagina. I stepped back and lowered her skirt. Reached down and pulled my underwear and pants up and fastened them. She continued lying on the table for a couple of minutes. She then stood and turned to face me. I could see tears running down her cheeks, she steped forward and put her arms around me and hugged me. I held her that way for a few minutes. Eventually she released her hold on me and stepped back. "I wasn't going to do that. I shouldn't have done that. It felt good, but now you have to go." She walked me to the door; She was looking down toward the floor and would not make eye contact with me as I left. Her final words as I left were "I'll call you when I need your help again, thank you." Why Not? I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right. My family didn't have enough cash to send me away to college, so I wound up going to the local community college. Which turned out to be a smart move. It gave me an entire year to get to know our new neighbor. And I know every inch of her, too. It was right after my last exam for the fall semester when things got really interesting. Mom and dad were going off to Aunt Rose's place in Canada. Knowing dad, I'll bet he spends the entire two weeks next to a heater and wrapped up like a burrito. They had enough confidence in me to allow me to stay home solo. I found out later that dad apparently decided to stack the deck in his favor, but that one will have to wait a bit. Brenda Dobeson was her name. I actually went over to introduce myself. She was wearing a long black dress. It hid her body well. Too well; I couldn't even tell if she was wearing a bra or panties. And I looked; trust me. The weekend they left I was busy trying to figure out how I was going to seduce her. I was coming up lank when I ran in to a friend from college. Kevin Miller should have been in Virginia Tech, but the dolts decided he didn't fit their standards. He's a wiz at computers and electronics. And actually a fairly cool guy. So what if he's black and doesn't act the part? Who the fuck cares? He came by on Saturday to deliver a disk copy of our group project. I was busy thinking about Brenda when he shook me. I snapped back into the present, blushing like mad. "Ok, Queen. Spill it. You've looked like a zombie since..." His eyes narrowed slightly, but the look was comical. "Well?" I said. "And you're trying to hit on her. Ok. Try this one. You're solo for two weeks, right? You think you hear something. Maybe you just need to feel like someone's in the house with you. Someone you trust. You pop over and ask to stay with her. She'll probably put you in a spare room, which nixes that. You can't play but so innocent; she'll see that." "Hold up, James Bond! How about I just go over there and get her drunk? I know she drinks." "Too complicated. She might have a guilt trip or something. You could just knock on her door and ask her to fuck you." He didn't smile when he said that. He couldn't... "Hey. Bull in a China shop, but you never know. Otherwise you'll be stuck with your favorite plaything and dreams." "You're Ok with this? I thought..." "That I was a homophobe? Hell no. Got no prob with gay men and lesbians. Flaming queers and bull dykes... that's a whole 'nother bucket 'o shit." He always let his Southern accent slip when he gets pissed off. I smiled and thanked him. I offered to square things with him properly. "Afraid not, Queen. Don't think I don't want to, but right now I value our friendship too much. It would be dishonorable." I silenced him the instant he said that word. I'd spent two weeks learning how much honor meant to him. I should have remembered. Just a word to the wise, ladies. When someone with his sense of honor and justice and loyalty says they love you, you're in it for life. Even if you slit their throats, they will not dishonor you or the memory of you. The concept chills me even now, and I'm married to Kevin. * * * * I knocked on Brenda's door, still wondering what I was going to do. When she opened the door, I tried to speak. But the sight of her in a pink teddy... satin and lace no less... and a bright smile totally choked me. "Care to come in?" she asked. I walked inside, dazed beyond belief. Or so I thought. One look around the livingroom and I was dead to the world. I had seen the place before. Not like this, however. The lights were off, replaced by dozens of candles. White candles. The sofa was covered in a thick white fur blanket. The floor sported an Asian rug. Incense filled the air. But it was the armor rack of sex toys and accessories that caught my attention. And it was an armor rack. It could have easily held three complete sets of English medieval armor. With room for spare equipment... like lances. It held so many toys it would take ten pages to describe them all! In the interest of time, I'll relay the toys we wound up using. Sit back; this might take some time. She locked the door and walked up behind me. When she wrapped her hands around my hips, I shuddered and backed up into her. This could have technically been rape... if I wasn't so damned hot to fuck this older woman. She released me, then walked over to the toy store, letting her teddy fall to the ground as she did. Her body was very well curved. She turned to one side, giving me a good view of her gracefully sloped breasts. "Choose." Her voice sent electricity through my nipples. "Only one?" She smiled. Her hands dropped to a cabinet draw and opened it. I watched as she strapped on the mother of all dildos. Blacker than night and easily a foot long and four inches thick! There was no way I was going to be able to take that monster, and told her so. "Before your parents come back, you will, little one." She was on me in seconds. Fear gripped me briefly, then the sensation of her hot lips on my clit crushed those thoughts in an instant. I grabbed her head and held on for dear life and she tore an orgasm from my body. It nearly blacked me out. I managed to regain just enough mind power to pull away from her and fall to my knees. Brenda looked so perverted with that fake dick sticking up from her crotch. Perverted... and delicious. I crawled forward and plastered my mouth to her drooling cunt. She hissed, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me into her cunt. "Eat me. Suck out my slit, you fuckin' dyke whore. You're gonna love getting this hard dick in your holes. All of 'em." Christ! Where did she learn those lines? Did they teach Female Porno Speak at a school and forget to tell me which one? Despite sounding like a porno flick bimbo, her words were tuning me on again. I rammed two fingers into her asshole. When she started up again, I felt myself climbing higher and higher... well past the power of that last one. "Oh yes! Finger my asshole. You're a dirty little dyke slut! You'd like to be sucking many cunts right now, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd like them to fuck your rancid lezzie slit. WOULDN'T YOU!!!" She came hard and loud, shouting profanities at the top of her lungs. She thrashed about like someone had hit her with a live wire. When she finally calmed down, I pulled away from her and headed to the rack. Without thinking I grabbed two double headed dildos and a small bottle of love lube. I turned around, grinning like a fiend. "Time to fuck, Brenda." She raised her eyebrows. I knew what she was asking, but actions speak much louder. I joined her on the floor, but sat on my haunches. I lubed up one dildo and slid it deep into my ass. My former boyfriend introduced me to anal sex by accident. Or so he says. HE slipped... I'll just bet. I'll also bet he didn't expect me to fuck him like there was no tomorrow when he did it. Seeing my actions, Brenda rose to her haunches, grabbing the other end of my anal probe. Pretty soon we were connected in a most peculiar way. When I slid the other two-banger into my cunt, she joined me again. I'll bet we looked funny. We tried to find a position that would allow one of us to fuck the other. We failed a few times, and laughed ourselves silly. When we finally reached a good position (we had to take off her strapon before getting to this point,) we were off and fucking. We ground out cunts onto those fake dicks, also filling our assholes with latex monsters. I don't know how many times I came. Once Brenda began stroking my clit like she was jacking off a guy, it was like one massive, never-ending orgasm. * * * * I awoke to the sensation of being stretched by a bull. My eyes snapped open and I tried to move. Tried... Brenda has tied me down to the table. Its cloth was covered in a soft fur, rubbing my nipples and arousing me. I tried to speak, but the ball-gag prevented that. She was raping me! And I liked it. So help me God I liked it. There I was, getting raped by a dyke, and loving every stroke! I felt my cunt grab the invading monstrosity. Apparently she felt it. "Grip that cock, you slut. Bet you'll never find a guy built like me." She was wrong; Kevin topped her in both length and girth. But that is for another day. I fucked back as much as I could. Which turned out to really send my nipples into orbit. The heat they generated really got my cunt oozing. I knew I was going to cum big. SO did Brenda. "Oh yeah! Fuck me back you slut. That's it. That's it; fuck me. Fuck me. Oh... shhh... nnnnn... IiiiiiiiiiiIIiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Her orgasm triggered mine. She whipped my nectar into a froth. I could feel it creeping down my legs. Never before had I been so well and truly fucked!! She fell onto my back and began removing that huge thing from my cunt. It gaped open, almost as if it were begging for its return. "Next time, I get to be the victim," she whispered into my ear. I couldn't wait for her to fall asleep!! * * * * When she finally crashed, I waited until I knew she wouldn't wake up. I made my way to the rack and selected a small dildo to replace the monster in the holder. Strapping myself in, I returned to Brenda. She was a heavy sleeper. I was about to get the things to tie her to the bed when I got another idea. I was fairly fit, I wonder if she could fight me off? I grinned from ear to ear and jumped onto the bed. Literally. She started to wake up, but was still groggy. I easily flipped her onto her stomach. Ramming the dildo up her asshole was a bit tougher. She quickly realized what was happening and tried to fight back. That's when I spoke. "You'd better not so much as peep, bitch. This is payback. Now it IS your turn, you sick fuckin' slut. You're nothing but a common slut. Now lay there and be a good one for once in your miserable excuse for a life." She came during the middle of my speech, her hips betraying her by whipping back onto my fake dick, jamming another two inches deep into her rear. "You can't.." "SHUT THE FUCK UP, SLUT!" I growled, punctuating each with by ramming that dildo into her asshole. She was dry, so I knew it had to hurt like Hell. Good. Maybe she'd ask next time before she went and tied someone else up. I fucked her for about ten minutes. She came twice. When I finally came, it was more like a pitiful whimper. I worked too damned hard for that to be it. Whipping off the strapon, I turned Brenda over and sat my cunt down on her face. "Bitch! You're gonna eat me 'til I cream all over your face. You're also gonna lick my asshole. Now get started before I spank that useless cunt of yours!" Those last words got her attention, and she closed her mouth. I was really beginning to like her. I spun around on her face and began whipping her cunt with my bare hand. She yelped into my cunt and began eating me out. I got close to cumming, but decided to keep it up. "BITCH! Didn't I tell you? My asshole!! Do my asshole you twat!" I pinched her clit real hard. Probably harder than I should have. She hunched her hips and came, actually squirting her juice well into the air. I came, but I was not done. "I came! God it was good. But you didn't do my asshole. And I'm not leaving until you do!" I spent the next two hours coming like all get out. When she finally did tongue my asshole, I came so hard that I blacked out. So did she. * * * * I awoke next morning to find myself alone. The smell of fresh coffee, bacon and eggs brought me out of my morning haze quickly. I found my way to the kitchen easy enough. Brenda was there, cooking us breakfast in the nude. "Morning! What time is it?" "It's nine, Little One. Hungry?" "Starved." We ate breakfast in silence. Not a strained silence; this was one of those comfortable moments in time when everything makes sense. I was just finishing up my cup of coffee when she spoke. "I was worried that you would never drop by here, Little One" "I almost didn't. A friend convinced me to give it a try." "A friend? Who?" "Kevin Miller. He's in a few of my classes here at college. Real nice guy. Flaky about this honor thing, though." We talked like a mother and daughter would talk if they were best friends. While I still remembered the night before, this was totally refreshing. It also bothered me slightly. So I asked her about it. "This may sound strange, but..." "Honey, I'm about as liberal as they come. What happens at night ONLY happens at night. During the day, I'm just a fifty-two year old woman living out her dying days in relative peace and quiet. Hell... I even have three beautiful children walking around this planet. "If it bothers you, don't let it. Just consider me one of the girls during the day..." "And my own personal slut at night?" "That depends on who wakes up first, Little One." The glint in her eye told me I had better wake up first. Then again... no one really lost in that race. Why Not? I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right. My family didn't have enough cash to send me away to college, so I wound up going to the local community college. Which turned out to be a smart move. It gave me an entire year to get to know our new neighbor. And I know every inch of her, too. It was right after my last exam for the fall semester when things got really interesting. Mom and dad were going off to Aunt Rose's place in Canada. Knowing dad, I'll bet he spends the entire two weeks next to a heater and wrapped up like a burrito. They had enough confidence in me to allow me to stay home solo. I found out later that dad apparently decided to stack the deck in his favor, but that one will have to wait a bit. Brenda Dobeson was her name. I actually went over to introduce myself. She was wearing a long black dress. It hid her body well. Too well; I couldn't even tell if she was wearing a bra or panties. And I looked; trust me. The weekend they left I was busy trying to figure out how I was going to seduce her. I was coming up lank when I ran in to a friend from college. Kevin Miller should have been in Virginia Tech, but the dolts decided he didn't fit their standards. He's a wiz at computers and electronics. And actually a fairly cool guy. So what if he's black and doesn't act the part? Who the fuck cares? He came by on Saturday to deliver a disk copy of our group project. I was busy thinking about Brenda when he shook me. I snapped back into the present, blushing like mad. "Ok, Queen. Spill it. You've looked like a zombie since..." His eyes narrowed slightly, but the look was comical. "Well?" I said. "And you're trying to hit on her. Ok. Try this one. You're solo for two weeks, right? You think you hear something. Maybe you just need to feel like someone's in the house with you. Someone you trust. You pop over and ask to stay with her. She'll probably put you in a spare room, which nixes that. You can't play but so innocent; she'll see that." "Hold up, James Bond! How about I just go over there and get her drunk? I know she drinks." "Too complicated. She might have a guilt trip or something. You could just knock on her door and ask her to fuck you." He didn't smile when he said that. He couldn't... "Hey. Bull in a China shop, but you never know. Otherwise you'll be stuck with your favorite plaything and dreams." "You're Ok with this? I thought..." "That I was a homophobe? Hell no. Got no prob with gay men and lesbians. Flaming queers and bull dykes... that's a whole 'nother bucket 'o shit." He always let his Southern accent slip when he gets pissed off. I smiled and thanked him. I offered to square things with him properly. "Afraid not, Queen. Don't think I don't want to, but right now I value our friendship too much. It would be dishonorable." I silenced him the instant he said that word. I'd spent two weeks learning how much honor meant to him. I should have remembered. Just a word to the wise, ladies. When someone with his sense of honor and justice and loyalty says they love you, you're in it for life. Even if you slit their throats, they will not dishonor you or the memory of you. The concept chills me even now, and I'm married to Kevin. * * * * I knocked on Brenda's door, still wondering what I was going to do. When she opened the door, I tried to speak. But the sight of her in a pink teddy... satin and lace no less... and a bright smile totally choked me. "Care to come in?" she asked. I walked inside, dazed beyond belief. Or so I thought. One look around the livingroom and I was dead to the world. I had seen the place before. Not like this, however. The lights were off, replaced by dozens of candles. White candles. The sofa was covered in a thick white fur blanket. The floor sported an Asian rug. Incense filled the air. But it was the armor rack of sex toys and accessories that caught my attention. And it was an armor rack. It could have easily held three complete sets of English medieval armor. With room for spare equipment... like lances. It held so many toys it would take ten pages to describe them all! In the interest of time, I'll relay the toys we wound up using. Sit back; this might take some time. She locked the door and walked up behind me. When she wrapped her hands around my hips, I shuddered and backed up into her. This could have technically been rape... if I wasn't so damned hot to fuck this older woman. She released me, then walked over to the toy store, letting her teddy fall to the ground as she did. Her body was very well curved. She turned to one side, giving me a good view of her gracefully sloped breasts. "Choose." Her voice sent electricity through my nipples. "Only one?" She smiled. Her hands dropped to a cabinet draw and opened it. I watched as she strapped on the mother of all dildos. Blacker than night and easily a foot long and four inches thick! There was no way I was going to be able to take that monster, and told her so. "Before your parents come back, you will, little one." She was on me in seconds. Fear gripped me briefly, then the sensation of her hot lips on my clit crushed those thoughts in an instant. I grabbed her head and held on for dear life and she tore an orgasm from my body. It nearly blacked me out. I managed to regain just enough mind power to pull away from her and fall to my knees. Brenda looked so perverted with that fake dick sticking up from her crotch. Perverted... and delicious. I crawled forward and plastered my mouth to her drooling cunt. She hissed, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me into her cunt. "Eat me. Suck out my slit, you fuckin' dyke whore. You're gonna love getting this hard dick in your holes. All of 'em." Christ! Where did she learn those lines? Did they teach Female Porno Speak at a school and forget to tell me which one? Despite sounding like a porno flick bimbo, her words were tuning me on again. I rammed two fingers into her asshole. When she started up again, I felt myself climbing higher and higher... well past the power of that last one. "Oh yes! Finger my asshole. You're a dirty little dyke slut! You'd like to be sucking many cunts right now, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd like them to fuck your rancid lezzie slit. WOULDN'T YOU!!!" She came hard and loud, shouting profanities at the top of her lungs. She thrashed about like someone had hit her with a live wire. When she finally calmed down, I pulled away from her and headed to the rack. Without thinking I grabbed two double headed dildos and a small bottle of love lube. I turned around, grinning like a fiend. "Time to fuck, Brenda." She raised her eyebrows. I knew what she was asking, but actions speak much louder. I joined her on the floor, but sat on my haunches. I lubed up one dildo and slid it deep into my ass. My former boyfriend introduced me to anal sex by accident. Or so he says. HE slipped... I'll just bet. I'll also bet he didn't expect me to fuck him like there was no tomorrow when he did it. Seeing my actions, Brenda rose to her haunches, grabbing the other end of my anal probe. Pretty soon we were connected in a most peculiar way. When I slid the other two-banger into my cunt, she joined me again. I'll bet we looked funny. We tried to find a position that would allow one of us to fuck the other. We failed a few times, and laughed ourselves silly. When we finally reached a good position (we had to take off her strapon before getting to this point,) we were off and fucking. We ground out cunts onto those fake dicks, also filling our assholes with latex monsters. I don't know how many times I came. Once Brenda began stroking my clit like she was jacking off a guy, it was like one massive, never-ending orgasm. * * * * I awoke to the sensation of being stretched by a bull. My eyes snapped open and I tried to move. Tried... Brenda has tied me down to the table. Its cloth was covered in a soft fur, rubbing my nipples and arousing me. I tried to speak, but the ball-gag prevented that. She was raping me! And I liked it. So help me God I liked it. There I was, getting raped by a dyke, and loving every stroke! I felt my cunt grab the invading monstrosity. Apparently she felt it. "Grip that cock, you slut. Bet you'll never find a guy built like me." She was wrong; Kevin topped her in both length and girth. But that is for another day. I fucked back as much as I could. Which turned out to really send my nipples into orbit. The heat they generated really got my cunt oozing. I knew I was going to cum big. SO did Brenda. "Oh yeah! Fuck me back you slut. That's it. That's it; fuck me. Fuck me. Oh... shhh... nnnnn... IiiiiiiiiiiIIiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Her orgasm triggered mine. She whipped my nectar into a froth. I could feel it creeping down my legs. Never before had I been so well and truly fucked!! She fell onto my back and began removing that huge thing from my cunt. It gaped open, almost as if it were begging for its return. "Next time, I get to be the victim," she whispered into my ear. I couldn't wait for her to fall asleep!! * * * * When she finally crashed, I waited until I knew she wouldn't wake up. I made my way to the rack and selected a small dildo to replace the monster in the holder. Strapping myself in, I returned to Brenda. She was a heavy sleeper. I was about to get the things to tie her to the bed when I got another idea. I was fairly fit, I wonder if she could fight me off? I grinned from ear to ear and jumped onto the bed. Literally. She started to wake up, but was still groggy. I easily flipped her onto her stomach. Ramming the dildo up her asshole was a bit tougher. She quickly realized what was happening and tried to fight back. That's when I spoke. "You'd better not so much as peep, bitch. This is payback. Now it IS your turn, you sick fuckin' slut. You're nothing but a common slut. Now lay there and be a good one for once in your miserable excuse for a life." She came during the middle of my speech, her hips betraying her by whipping back onto my fake dick, jamming another two inches deep into her rear. "You can't.." "SHUT THE FUCK UP, SLUT!" I growled, punctuating each with by ramming that dildo into her asshole. She was dry, so I knew it had to hurt like Hell. Good. Maybe she'd ask next time before she went and tied someone else up. I fucked her for about ten minutes. She came twice. When I finally came, it was more like a pitiful whimper. I worked too damned hard for that to be it. Whipping off the strapon, I turned Brenda over and sat my cunt down on her face. "Bitch! You're gonna eat me 'til I cream all over your face. You're also gonna lick my asshole. Now get started before I spank that useless cunt of yours!" Those last words got her attention, and she closed her mouth. I was really beginning to like her. I spun around on her face and began whipping her cunt with my bare hand. She yelped into my cunt and began eating me out. I got close to cumming, but decided to keep it up. "BITCH! Didn't I tell you? My asshole!! Do my asshole you twat!" I pinched her clit real hard. Probably harder than I should have. She hunched her hips and came, actually squirting her juice well into the air. I came, but I was not done. "I came! God it was good. But you didn't do my asshole. And I'm not leaving until you do!" I spent the next two hours coming like all get out. When she finally did tongue my asshole, I came so hard that I blacked out. So did she. * * * * I awoke next morning to find myself alone. The smell of fresh coffee, bacon and eggs brought me out of my morning haze quickly. I found my way to the kitchen easy enough. Brenda was there, cooking us breakfast in the nude. "Morning! What time is it?" "It's nine, Little One. Hungry?" "Starved." We ate breakfast in silence. Not a strained silence; this was one of those comfortable moments in time when everything makes sense. I was just finishing up my cup of coffee when she spoke. "I was worried that you would never drop by here, Little One" "I almost didn't. A friend convinced me to give it a try." "A friend? Who?" "Kevin Miller. He's in a few of my classes here at college. Real nice guy. Flaky about this honor thing, though." We talked like a mother and daughter would talk if they were best friends. While I still remembered the night before, this was totally refreshing. It also bothered me slightly. So I asked her about it. "This may sound strange, but..." "Honey, I'm about as liberal as they come. What happens at night ONLY happens at night. During the day, I'm just a fifty-two year old woman living out her dying days in relative peace and quiet. Hell... I even have three beautiful children walking around this planet. "If it bothers you, don't let it. Just consider me one of the girls during the day..." "And my own personal slut at night?" "That depends on who wakes up first, Little One." The glint in her eye told me I had better wake up first. Then again... no one really lost in that race. Why Not? Why not? Ask yourself that question at the end of this story. My first wife had two younger sisters. Sarah was 15 months younger than her big sister and Sally was 3 years younger. So when I got married to Jenny, Sally was a very innocent-looking 18-year-old. Sally had concentrated on her studies and had not been with or for that matter been out with any boys. She just didn't seem interested in them, but she had always treated me with affection and had even tried to catch sight of me naked on several occasions whilst I courted and slept with her big sister. Sometimes she even seemed to try too hard to catch me with tackle out, so to speak. One morning, when their mother was away for the weekend with friends, Jenny had gone to the bathroom. The bedroom door was open and I lay in the tangled crumpled sheets with only my legs covered. My mind was replaying the night's activities of lovemaking with Jenny, and I stroked my cock in fond memory of the pleasure we had given each other. Lying there on the bed slowly wanking my erection with my eyes half closed, I became aware that I was not alone. Through the crack between the half-open door and the doorframe I could see Sally peeking at me, seeing me playing with myself. "Like what you see, Sally?" I said softly, so as not to scare her away. "You can watch if you want. Come and get a closer look. Looking only, OK?" The spying eye vanished from the gap and Sally's head appeared around the door. She smiled and walked into the room, not taking her eyes off my prick. At that moment we heard the click of the bolt on the bathroom door and Sally disappeared like lightening, fleeing back to her room. Jenny walked in with a towel wrapped around her and smiled, seeing me lying naked and ready for her. As Jenny made love to me I imagined what it would have been like with Sally, so very young and so fresh. The thought was arousing from several aspects. Sally was young, but I knew her well, even loved as a sister, and most importantly and therefore adding to feelings of guilt, she was completely off-limits, untouchable. But she did seem to be fascinated, almost obsessed in fact, with seeing me naked. Well, if not naked entirely, at least seeing what my cock looked like. Anyone who thinks young people don't have impure thoughts should look back to their own years during puberty. The years passed, and Sally would always get me to stroke her neck and shoulders when we watched TV as a family. It was all very innocent but I knew that touching Sally was not innocent in her imagination. After Jenny and I got married and moved out to the country, Sally would come and stay with us for long weekends, and she always seemed to flirt with me whenever Jenny was out or in another room. I found these games very arousing; the glimpses of cleavage, thigh, knicker-clad bottom or crotch added to the temptation. Sally would always call me for some reason or other when she was climbing the stairs, and at these times the flesh would be flashed. If Jenny was out I would stand transfixed at the foot of the stairs whilst Sally gave her little show. I never dared make a move from fear of what would happen if I were caught or if Sally decided she didn't like my approach. For Sally never did say a word or invite me to get closer. One weekend when Sally was down to stay I was making love to Jenny in our bed, she was being quite noisy as I pounded her hairy hole. -One thing about Jenny was she could never keep quiet- . But as she drew breath at one point and so was silent as I held myself ready to drive my hard cock back into the hilt. I heard a whispered request from across the landing, although very quiet. "Again, again do it to her again." Sally was enjoying the sounds of our passion and I could imagine her lying on the bed in the next room less than 10 feet away, her night dress pushed up around her waist as her hands rubbed her quim. That for me is such a delightful vision as a woman pleasures herself to orgasm whilst her mind plays a perfect fantasy. One thing Jenny never approved of or for that matter watch were blue movies, and one weekend, when Sally came to stay, I had borrowed a copy of 'Debby Does Dallas'. Jenny protested. She said, "You can watch it, but I won't!" Sally asked her sister, "Can I watch it?" and Jenny replied very angrily, "I don't care what you do Sally, you're over 18 so can do what you like!" With that, Jenny stormed out of the lounge and stomped upstairs to bed. I was a little shocked and looked at Sally, who sat on the sofa wearing only a long cotton nightshirt. "Do you really want to see a blue movie, Sally? They are not really suitable for young virgins. Even if they are old enough by law." "Oh go on, Adam, let me see it, if I don't like it I'll go to bed." "Ok, it's up to you. As your sister said, you're over 18." And with that I put the tape in the video and sat back in my armchair to watch. The first scene of an orgy in the shower room got me all hot, and from the way Sally fidgeted on the sofa I could tell she felt the same. "Does Jenny do that to you?" Sally asked as one the girls in the movie sucked on a boy's cock. " Not as often as I would like," I admitted, feeling even more uncomfortable, but I could'nt resist stroking my cock under my bathrobe. "Oh, it looks so nice...soft and warm and hard... it must be very sexy to do that to a man's willy," Sally observed, looking at me and dropping her gaze to my groin. I looked over at her only to see that her right hand was pushed between her legs. I thought to myself, "Why not?" and released my rampant cock from under the confines of the bathrobe and held it upright, stroking slowly up and down the veined shaft. "Watch the movie, Sally," I instructed, and she forced her eyes away from me and back to the TV. She copied my move by pulling her nighty up and slipping her hand underneath and onto her pussy. She pushed her legs wide apart and began to frig herself, and even though I couldn't see too well I knew she must have at least two fingers inside her. The camera changed its angle to show one of the boys licking a girl's pussy. "Wow, I bet that feels good. Do you do that? To Jenny?" "Not as often as I would like. Do you really think you'd like to have that done to you.....?" I was by now so aroused and horny I was getting to the point of 'what the heck in for a penny in for a pound', she would either run or stay and I was quite sure Sally wanted to stay. I sat up and got onto my knees and moved across the room toward Sally. My robe opened to reveal my naked body and an erection that any man would be proud of. As I sat back on my heels it stuck straight up in the air the head all shiny and purple. I leaned forward and moved up to Sally's head and kissed her gently on the lips, smiling at her and saying, "I would love to eat you... if you want." As I said this, I pushed her nighty up over her tummy and let my hand slip back down and brush her pubic hair with my fingers. The hair was wet with dew from where she had been fingering herself only minutes before, and I knew then I needn't wait for her permission to continue. I shuffled myself in between her wide-open thighs and bent forward to start the seduction of her pussy with my mouth and tongue. Sally could only moan and whimper. "Oh, I have imagined you touching me for so long I thought it would never happen! I have pushed my hairbrush into me imagining it was your Willy nearly every night since the day I first saw it, when Jenny nearly caught me." I could hardly believe my ears! Sally had been fantasizing about me doing this for over 3 years, and I hadn't had an inkling. I pushed my tongue deep into her inner depths, savouring her wetness as it seeped from inside her body. A picture of her hairbrush came to me, it had a wide flat handle about six inches long and I knew I was going to have her right there, with my wife, her sister, only a few feet above our heads upstairs. Sally was switching her gaze from the TV back to me. My hands by this time had pushed her nighty up to her neck so I could squeeze and fondle her beautiful firm tits. I held each nipple between finger and thumb and rolled them back and forth. "Put it in, oh please put your Willy in me," Sally begged in an almost desperate tone. I then knew I was there, and pushed myself up so that the head of my cock, shiny with pre-cum, brushed her outer lips. Sally lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back and waist, her heels pushing into my buttocks. She then pulled her legs in and forced my cock into her willing flesh. I thrust my hips forward and was in to my balls. Sally looked at me, and I watched her face as a plethora of emotion and new sensation swept through her body. "Oooh it's so big, you fill me up." She sighed in total submission and joy at the incredible new feelings in her awakening body. My own body trembled with a mixture of fear and pleasure. Sally had taken me with complete, wanton lust, whereas her sister had been nervous and shy. My cock felt so delightful and tickly tingly, wrapped deep in my sister's cunt. It was pure bliss and it got better as I began to thrust in and out of her soaking wet, creaming quim. Kissing her deeply, our tongues entwined, I began to thrust slowly and deeply back and forth, enjoying every sweet moment. My entire body was trembling with anticipation, and I just didn't want to come too quickly. I concentrated all my thoughts on kissing her, and then I started to kiss and fondle her lovely breasts again. In doing this I was able to withdraw my cock from her wonderful tight pussy so that just the head moved in and out between the outer lips. Even though she was a virgin, she had broken her hymen with the hairbrush, and the invasion of my cock had only been pleasure to her. "I want to suck it." Sally said this so eagerly that I got up from between her legs and sat next to her on the sofa. She bent over and grasped my cock, covered in the cream of her juices. Sally's fingers encircled the shaft, and she wanked it up and down as she'd seen on the video. Bending her head down to my cock, she put her tongue out and quickly flicked over the glands. She then tasted her juices on my cock and the precum seeping from the eye. The taste was obviously acceptable as she opened her lips and slid my cock into her mouth. Sally sucked a little too hard and made me flinch slightly. "Not quite so hard, be soft and gentle," I instructed her and she complied; she began to pump her head up and down my shaft. The sensation was out this world. This time I began to moan with pleasure. "Careful, or you'll make me cum," I said, fighting the urge to let go and release my pent up seed. Sally didn't seem to hear my warning and just kept sucking and licking and wanking my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer and just relaxed as I felt my whole crotch contract and start to pump my seed out through the length of my raging cock. "I'm ccccc......" was all I could say as my orgasm swept over me and my semen pumped into my sister's virgin mouth. She stopped sucking with the first shot of cum, tasted it and started to swallow, taking every drop I could give. As my pleasure subsided I lifted Sally off me and leaned forward to kiss her. I tasted my own cum for the first time, and it wasn't too bad at all! My erection didn't soften as usual and I pushed her gently round so she lay along the length of the sofa. I climbed between her legs again and this time fucked her with all the control a man can wish for. Very soon she was begging for more and more, until her orgasms overcame her again and again. My strength and stamina were coming to an end after what seemed to be an age yet hardly a second. Our bodies were drenched in sweat. I lifted my body up tautly, and commenced a rigid thrusting down vertically into her willing quim, long and deep pile driving thrusts as she started to come again. I let my sperm flood into her and dropped onto her heaving chest and belly, kissing her face and neck in lust and loving pleasure, receiving and giving joy. We were wrapped in each other's arms as Sally wound her legs around my waist and held my now-softening cock inside of her. I could feel the muscles of her vagina pulsing around my cock as if she didn't want to let me go. The video had stopped and the screen was blank. I had just fucked my 19-year-old sister, breaking all taboos: and why not? Sally was completely satisfied and so was I. She went off to the bathroom and I cleaned up the sofa and turned over the cushions. When Sally returned she was fresh and virginal looking again. I went and cleaned myself, and when I returned to the lounge Sally had gone up to bed. I turned off the light and climbed the stairs and got into bed next to my sleeping wife. Jenny turned to me and said, " You can have me if you want. I expect you're all randy after watching the film." Do you know what? I was, and climbed aboard and gave her the best fuck in a long time. The next morning Sally came to me whilst Jenny was in the bathroom, kissed me and said, "Thank you, my darling." We never got another chance to be alone together again, and it's now over 25 years since we last saw each other. I often wonder: Does she remember that night with the same fondness that I do??? Why Not? At around 7:45pm that evening, I am sitting on my bed, drying my hair, and trying to decide what to wear when I meet Rhonda, who with her late husband, were companions when I was married. We ad run into each other at the gym earlier on the day. We were chatting while winding down and had agreed to meet for dinner. Although not close friends, my husband and I had attended some neighborhood parties and barbecues with Rhonda and her husband Tom. I was very shocked seven months ago to learn that Tom had died from a massive heart attack at age 44. I attended the funeral, but left soon after as I felt a bit awkward as I was very unsure of where I stood with our mutual friends. It is still very hot outside, so whatever I decide to wear, it won't be much. As I turn the hair dryer off, I light a cigarette and pick out a green, frill, half cup bra and a matching pair of bikini panties, a pair of nude stockings, and a light green print dress that shows enough cleavage let you know my 36ds are there, but leaving enough to the imagination. The dress comes down to just above my knees, and as I look in the mirror, I feel assured I will be turning heads wherever I go. I top of the ensemble with a pair of 4 inch spiked stiletto heels. As I head out the door, I grab a bottle of cold water, light a cigarette and head for the car. It is a 20 minute drive to the bistro. As I drive along listening to my favorite rock station, I think over the past year since I have split from my husband. I have a wonderful grown son, am financially independent, so I do not have to work and can live comfortably. Not bad for a girl from a family where both parents had to work hard every day just to make ends meet. I have had sexual experiences with several younger men, a transsexual, and two women. I am very discreet and certainly not a slut , but am enjoying the variety I have sampled. I think of the years of being a monogamous stay at home wife, although while not quite regretting it, I am very thankful for my newfound freedom, and renew my resolution to explore new things discreetly in all phases of my life. As I near the restaurant, I pull over and quickly refresh my makeup, making sure nothing has melted in this heat. I pull up to the front of the bistro, stop and get out of the car to hand my keys to the valet, I see the young valet heading toward my car stop dead in his tracks as I slide out of the car, with lots of legs displayed, and adjust my dress. I head inside in a hurry to get out of the heat. I slide my driving glasses up on top of my head. The hostess looks at me with a smile and asks if she can help me. I tell her I am meeting a friend and she asks me if it is her friend Rhonda. I smile, and she leads me through the back to a shaded patio area with fans gently circulating the air, making being outside pleasant. I slowly walk over to Rhonda's table. She stands up, grabs my hands, gives me a peck on the cheek and we sit down opposite each other. Rhonda is about 5'10" tall with no apparent extra weight. She is wearing scoop neck print blouse, with her 34bs encased in a red frilly bra, a pair of skin tight designer jeans with a pair of two inch open toed heels. She has jet black hair, which hangs to her shoulders. I ordered a margarita, Rhonda a martini and we both light cigarettes when our drinks arrive. Rhonda tells me that she is slowly starting to recover from Tom's death, has even gone out on a couple of dates, but found herself comparing everything to Tom, and of course no one or anything could measure up. I told her about my "mourning" period when I first split from my husband. Though not as serious as being separated from one you love, I still remember the empty feeling. We talked about our kids, as Rhonda has two girls and boy, all still living at home. As we chatted, I felt myself being emotionally drawn to this gorgeous raven haired beauty. We continued our casual conversation and we eat dinner. When we are done, we each order a brandy, sit back and relax. Rhonda brings up the subject of sex. She says she has been celibate since Tom's death, masturbating occasionally, but again, nothing comes close to the real thing. I told her about a couple of my early flings, and how it had taken time to adjust to not being monogamous, but that I was really enjoying myself now. As we were getting our dinner check, Rhonda said she did not feel like being alone. I asked her what she would like to do. She asked if she could grab a bottle of brandy and just come over to my place and we could relax and talk. I told her I had an unopened bottle of cognac just waiting for such an occasion. She said she found me very easy to talk to and she had been feeling very lonely lately. Rhonda had taken a cab to the restaurant, as her son was using her car. As the valet brought my car around, she reached over, squeezed my hand, thanking me for being a confidant. We made the drive to my home in 20 minutes. I knew she wouldn't be at my house long before I tried to seduce her. As we were walking to the door, Rhonda commented that her jeans felt too tight for comfort, and she asked if I had something she could lounge in. When got in the house, I found an old pair of shorts in the downstairs laundry room. She excused herself, and headed for the bathroom, as I grabbed a couple of glasses and poured some cognac, setting both glasses down on the coffee table, and situated myself at one end of the couch. Rhonda soon reappeared, and I giggled at the way she looked with a beautiful, obviously expensive blouse, with gym shorts and no shoes. As she leaned over to pick up her drink, I noticed she had also removed her bra. I reached over and grabbed her hand, giving her a gentle tug to move closer. As she scooted over, I put my arms around her, pulling her even closer. Our lips met, gently at first, but it quickly turned into a very long, passionate, tongue probing kiss. My left hand explored up and down her back, the right hand tracing circles around her nipples. Rhonda had her arms around me like an infant holding her mother. As we continued to kiss, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her pert tits, but with eraser sized nipples that seemed to be begging to the licked. I licked her neck and began making my way down to her breasts. I kissed and licked between her breasts while tweaking her nipples. As one hand began its downward journey, I began playfully biting, sucking, nipping and licking first one nipple and then the other, meanwhile rubbing her pussy through her shorts and panties. Rhonda seemed to be in another world, as I slipped my hand into her gym shorts, again gently rubbing her pussy through her panties. Rhonda let out a low moan a she helped me remove the shorts and her panties. I resumed by gently tracing circles from above her clit, the top of her thighs and that special area between her pussy and her asshole. Rhonda continued moaning as I teased around her pussy. Then I began earnestly rubbing her pussy, and inserting first one then two fingers into her very wet pussy. I stopped working over her breasts, and began licking her navel and then moved farther down as I continued to finger fuck her. As soon as my lips found her clit, Rhonda seemed to explode, writhing and moaning while pushing her clit farther onto my tongue. She kept pushing her pussy onto my mouth and fingers. She seemed to be in a trance, twisting, and letting out loud moans. I continued to lick and kiss her pussy and lips as I withdrew my fingers from her hot, moist cunthole. My hand slowly moved down and I began rubbing her anal opening, teasing and toying her tight asshole. Her moans changed to a loud gasp as I slipped my middle finger up her asshole, first one knuckle then two, pushing until it was all the way in, at which time Rhonda let out a scream, followed by a huge sigh as she went limp when I pulled my finger all the way out, and paused to catch a breath. Rhonda just laid there in the sheets wet from sweat and love juices. I too, was trying to get my breath, and realizing I still had my clothes on. After a few moments, we both returned to normal breathing, both smiling. I asked her if she would like to continue in the bedroom when she was ready. I got up, grabbed my cigarettes and drink and headed back to my bedroom. I lit a cigarette and started taking my clothes off. I was in my panties, taking a sip from my drink when Rhonda walked in, also smoking and grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary. As we finished smoking while sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped her hand into my panties and began playing with my pussy. I stood up and pulled my panties down amazed at how soaked y panties were. I had been so turned on doing her that my cunt was oozing juices and with Rhonda toying with my my pussy, I could feel juices seeping down my leg as she put her hand on my ass, pulled me closer and began to eat my pussy. She was sucking and slurping, licking and swallowing all my juices. I collapsed on the bed, and Rhonda did not miss a beat, licking my pussy and fingering me. I had been so turned on earlier, it did not take long for me to get that delicious feeling of a huge orgasm building. Moments later, I explode with a gut wrenching orgasm of my own. As we laid there coming down, Rhonda tried to convince me that not only was this her first lesbian encounter, but that she had nothing in mind until the ride to my house, when she decided "Why not?" Why Not It was another night of me fighting with the wife. We've been fighting for a while now. To make matters worse, we haven't had sex for a while now. So there I am trying to get some sleep on the couch. No luck, the wifey is snoring away in our bedroom. I can't sleep, so I go upstairs to check on my son who has a cold. I go to his room and check on him. He's fine. My daughter is spending the night at a friend's house. So I hear loud snoring coming from her room. My sister is in her room. I thought she be staying at her friend's house, guess not. She has been living with us for a long time & rent free by the way. She is one of the reasons we have been fighting too. I mean come on, she's twenty-six years old she should have her life put together by now. The door is cracked open. I was going to go back down stairs, but for some reason I went into the room. The desktop lamp was on so it wasn't too bright in the room. To my surprise her sister was out cold sleeping in her panties and a spaghetti strap tank top. Now she's not a knockout by any means. She's a big girl and what surprises me is that she has a boyfriend, but never stays at his place. which is weird i think. I would say pushing about 300 pounds. Looking at her and not having sex for a long time would get anyone hard. Sure enough my dick was throbbing in my boxer shorts. I noticed perception bottles on the desk and I knew she was drinking with her friends. Looks like she had taken a few strong pain killers. Like my wife, she's a heavy sleeper. When she takes her pills she's dead to the world. Knowing I should leave I don't. All the blood is in my dick and it's saying to grab that ass. She's wearing some bikini panties, so some of her ass is hanging out. Like I said, she a big girl. I know her panties are a 4X size cuz we do her laundry since she been living with us. Not thinking I grab a handful of ass. I freeze for a moment. She doesn't move at all. Keeps on snoring. Knowing this gets me harder. Massaging her ass for a while it hits me. My camera records video. In a quick second, I go to my dresser in my bedroom and get my camera and check it. "Yes, the batteries are charged". I go back into the room I close the door this time. Set up the camera so it can record everything. When I checked on my sister I see that she moved her right leg a little up. The camera rolling, I'm not thinking straight. "I want to play with that pussy" I tell myself. I hook the sides of her panties with my fingers and pull them down and off with ease. Now looking at her naked from the waist down. For a fat girl, she has a pretty pussy. I run two fingers up and down against her pussy lips. "Oh Shit... She fuckin' wet". I continue this a few minutes. Stroking my cock I start rubbing her juices on my dick and tasting my fingers. Going crazy with lust I hike up her right leg to get better access to her slick cunt. I take off my underwear, start climbing on the bed with my 9 inch cock sticking straight up. Grabbing my cock I start rubbing the head of my cock between those moist wet lips. Then she started letting out soft moans as I tease her clit the tip of my dick. Her juices free flowing down her snatch and coating my cock. Thinking to myself "I need to stop". "But... I need some pussy." I was so crazy and horny. I just shoved all 9 inches in. Just within seconds I was balls deep. Both hands full and spreading her ass cheeks when from out of nowhere a fucking loud moan comes out of her mouth. I freeze again. "Oh Shit. I woke her up." But nothing, her pussy is awake but she's still out cold. I start to pick up the pace sliding in and out. Every time I thrust forward in I hear that beautiful squishy sound of her wet pussy. I'm not gunna lie, about five minutes of this and I'm ready to pop. Then I hear that little voice in my head. "Come on... You got that ass spread, why not." Her moaning stopped when I pulled my wet dick out. Not even a second later I was pushing the head of my cock against her backdoor. To my surprise it went in with ease cuz of all the juices. Man her ass was hot and tight. I just lost control and just pounded her ass. Now her breathing quicken and the moans of pleasure and pain started. I was over the edge this ass that was so tight. I couldn't take it, I drove as deep as I could, balls coated with pussy juice. I came with force, all that built up from not fucking was shooting deep into her ass. Has I come down off my high I see sweat on her body and a smile on her face. I try to relax while her ass is still squeezing my cock for every drop. Finally I pulled it out as thick white cream oozes out. To my surprise when I looked down my dick was still hard. It wasn't rock hard, but hard enough. I was gunna clean up the mess then suddenly she started moving. But luckily all she did was roll over onto her back. She was still breathing fast, but now I see her cunt really well and her little clit sticking out. Still being turned on, I turn my focus onto her tits in her tank top. "Fuck It. It's a spaghetti straps." Just a little tug on it and her breast came into full view. A nice pair of C-cup, areolas not too big not too little. Nipples still nice and hard. Just reacting I hop back up between her fat chubby legs and stick my dick right back in. Still hot and wet, I start going to town on this pussy. She moaning, biting her lip and wiggling under me. I take her right tit in my mouth. Lick it and suck away on it. She going crazy. Her hand on the back of my head. I switch to her left tit and the same thing. She's whispering "Fuck Me, Fuck Me." Her breathing gets faster and faster. Her body is tensing up. Her pussy is getting tighter and tighter. I know what's coming next. "Oh my god... What are you doing???" Fuck she woke up, not even two more thrust. Her eyes rolled back, her body spasming and her pussy claps down on my dick. I can't take it. I try to pull out, but it wouldn't let go. So stream after stream of cum fill her pussy. More then the first time that it's oozing out. Looking at my sister, I see that she passed out from her own orgasms. "Well I dodged a bullet" I thought to myself. I quickly got up and got my underwear back on. I cleaned up the cum that was visible, but what was in her ass and cunt... I left in. A little present she won't remember. I hope. Fixed her tank top, put her panties back on. I was in the clear I thought. Well until I saw the bed. "Man... That's a big fuckin wet spot." I thought for a second. "Got it." I go threw her stuff she has in the closet to find the dildo she has and thinks we don't know about. "Got it." So pulling her panties to the side and rub her purple dildo up and down her pussy to coated it in juices and leave it next to her on the bed. I grabbed the camera and got out of the room. Quietly closing and locking the door so she thinks she locked it. Well I did finally got some sleep that night. I also have something to look back on. Why Not Have Breakfast? Tonight wasn't any different. The drinks weren't different. Pretty much every day of his life was planned out and it was shaping up to be incredibly boring. Spencer honestly didn't know why he let things get so slow in his life and his breakup was over 6 months ago and counting, yet he just wasn't interested in looking for that perfect someone. Tonight was going to be about an average girl. He would pick up a less than gorgeous woman, go back to her place and get his rocks off. Spencer wasn't looking for spectacular and taking another swig from his beer he turned slightly in his chair at the bar to face the rest of the establishment. To be honest, he's never really looked around the joint. It was pretty drab with cheap lamps on the booths and the dim light did well to cover the dust and dirt that hadn't been cleaned. But the beer was cheap and it was close to his apartment. Shrugging, Spencer surveyed the room and his eyes fell on a woman sitting alone. As he gave her body a once over she made eye contact with him and smiled. Paying her tab with cash, she got up from her seat and came over to him. Suddenly, she leaned in close, her perfume a little too sweet, and whispered in his ear "let's go to my place" before putting her lips on his ear lobe and sucking gently. Perfect, Spencer thought. *** Looking around her place, Spencer realized her apartment was something you'd find in a cheap romance novel. The woman had so much color in the room it looked like a box of crayola crayons gang banged her walls. There was no real flow to the space. Kenzie, which he discovered was her name on the way over, had clothes everywhere, art hanging on the walls or stacked messily on the floor. He couldn't even locate her kitchen which was something Spencer should have expected because Kenzie didn't seem like the cooking "type." If she had an oven she probably used it for storage. The couch he was on was very plush and made of a deep lavender leather which had an "old age" odor. Spencer wrinkled his nose a bit in disgust and was glad when Kenzie came over and started to unbutton his shirt. She leaned in close enough for him to kiss each of her enormous tits, but he resisted, eager to see what she was up to. The last time he had sex the woman was aggressive and demanding, which he found hot but this time it appeared Kenzie was in the mood to go slow, very slow by the way his buttons were coming undone. Kenzie pulled Spencer's shirt off slowly and bunched it up into a ball and tossed it over her shoulder. Spencer made a mental note of where it fell in case he had to make a quick exit and while he was distracted, Kenzie had materialized a silk leopard print blind fold and was quickly tying it around his head forcing him into a false darkness. Soft music came on in the background and he could hear Kenzie moving about the room. He heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing, bags rustling, the refrigerator door slamming shut and he could be wrong but the soft clanging of chains being set down on a hard surface was also heard. That can't be right, Spencer thought to himself. After a few minutes of waiting he was starting to get nervous and began running a list of possible scenarios in his head. It was a few more minutes before Kenzie came over and took Spencer's hands which he had folded previously across his chest out of nervousness. Finally on his feet and not sunk into the smelly couch, Spencer felt soft kisses on his skin. They started along his jawline and moved down the side of his neck. He could hear the soft giggles Kenzie made caused by his soft five o'clock shadow. Spencer wasn't amused but tried to guess where she would kiss him next. Spencer liked the feeling of her soft brown and blonde locks touching him as her kisses moved down his chest before stopping at the soft skin of his stomach right above his belt. Spencer could tell that Kenzie had changed out of her mini dress and pumps and had slipped on something silk and very soft. Kenzie started taking off his belt aggressively, pulling it hard to release it from his pants and Spencer had to adjust his balance in order to maintain his footing. She ran her nails along his skin, raking them across his belly and testing his hip bones with her teeth as she pulled down his jeans and left them around his ankles, which he had to admit felt fantastic. Kenzie looked up at Spencer's face while she was knelt down in front him. His jeans were around his ankles and his bright smiley-faced yellow and black boxers made Kenzie laugh out loud. Pulling them down caused Spencer's semi-hard cock to spring forward into her face. She had to admit she was surprised at how gorgeous his cock really was. It was the perfect length to maximize her needs and she was really looking forward to unleashing Spencer's artistic side tonight. She set up a table in her bedroom and put every toy, vibrator, bondage piece, gag, blindfold, a set of furry handcuffs she had on her dresser. And to satisfy his sweet tooth she threw in some chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Content with her spread, she went over to fetch Spencer. Once his pants were off and she was properly knelt in front of his exposed cock she reached up and took it in her fist, squeezed gently. Starting a steady rhythm she began to stroke him quickly, her fingers moving against his skin roughly, her body moved nearer to his and Spencer moaned, arching his back and putting his hands on his hips for support. Then she took him into her mouth, pressing his length against her tongue and to the back of her throat. Slow. Yeah right, he thought, feeling his erection slide into her warm mouth. Spencer went for her out of instinct, suddenly craving what she seemed to be offering up to him on a silver platter, but she stopped him. She reached up and untangled his tight hold on her hair then took her tongue and swirled it around the head of his erection a few times, bobbing her head. A few more moans out of Spencer and Kenzie was rising to her feet. She pressed him towards her bedroom guiding him gently backwards with her palms on his shoulders. It wasn't an easy task for him considering his pants were still around his ankles. She smiled as his erection brushed against the soft fabric of her robe while she guided him. Kenzie kissed his lips ever so softly and with a pathetic groan of impatience, Spencer lurched for her again. Except she didn't let him get anywhere near her body. Instead, she untied the blindfold. Spencer gasped when he saw the sex "spread" Kenzie created on the top of her dresser. There were kinky toys and furry things he had only heard about. "Relax Spencer. I'm letting you be in control." Spencer could only stare at her in disbelief and breathless anticipation. "What do I have to do?" "Well, I want you to make my body into your own personal piece of art and then I want you to fuck me." She whispered. Spencer didn't really know what to expect from all this. He assumed she had a screw loose, but then he took a look at the equipment she had at his disposal and his inner pervert suddenly knew exactly what to do with her. He wasted no time in closing the gap between them. In a smooth rush, his tongue entered her mouth and he was finally able to penetrate her. His whole body went stiff and after a few moments of thrusting his tongue into her and possessing her. Spencer left her mouth and moved down her body. Her robe was open to her waist, the swells of her breasts showing. Kenzie yanked the lapels apart and in the silence she met his stare. Seconds later he was staring at her pink nipples, lust all over his face as he pressed it between the soft flesh orbs. Kenzie ran her nails through his hair as he nuzzled her. "I want to kiss you here," he said as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. "All right?" She nodded and licked her lips. "I'm all yours doll," she gasped. "Do you want me to stop?" "Either that or do it harder." "How about I do it a little more?" "Yes, please. A little...more." He worked her with his tongue and mouth, playing with her nipple, driving her until her knees started to go weak. Kenzie let him take her hand and lead her over to the bed. Once she was standing near it, he shut and locked the door behind them. He didn't know if she had a roommate and he wanted no interruptions. Then he pulled the sash of the robe she was wearing and stripped the silk from her shoulders letting it fall into a pool around her toes. Spencer stroked her long, silky hair and took a deep breath. "Spencer?" Her voice was erotic in the quiet of the room. At some point the music stopped playing and spencer realized if he let her keep talking he would most likely chicken out and disappoint her. He pressed her into a sitting position on the edge of her bed. Sliding his hands up her smooth thighs he warmed her skin with his. Pushing her knees apart he spread Kenzie's legs, wide. Going over to the dresser he collected a small pair of scissors and returned to her core. Snipping off her black underwear he left her bare. The scent of her wafted up into his nostrils and with a pathetic groan Spencer slipped one finger inside of her. Tight, wet, hot, she enveloped his finger. He began to move in and out in a slow, pumping rhythm, he could tell she wasn't going to last long. Slowly leaving Earth, Kenzie realized it was the first time anyone had ever taken such care to pleasure her. She wanted to weep that he would make her feel this way. "Stay just where you are," he said to her. She settled into her position on the bed, relaxing completely as he slipped his finger from her heat. Kenzie watched him walk back to the dresser and exchange the scissors for a black leather corset with red trim. It came with a matching riding crop that she couldn't wait to have struck against her backside. Holding her breasts up she let Spencer tie the corset around her middle. She filled it out quite nicely she thought to herself, but the look of lust on his face satisfied her growing hunger for him. I can wait, she thought to herself. The riding crop came next. Kenzie got off the bed and turned around. Her hands landed squarely on the mattress, her ass bent right at his waist. Spencer hissed as he stepped up to her body, his sexual needs cutting through his creativity. The riding crop came down hard. Kenzie screamed out in surprise and balled the comforter in her fists. Game over, he thought, watching a red mark form on her left cheek. "Don't stop. You want me," she said. "And I want you to take me." He rubbed his cock against the soft flesh at the back of her legs. He swung the crop down again before thrusting his hips forward and grinding himself against her. Her moan of satisfaction cranked him even higher. Kenzie loved the little bursts of pain she felt because they meant she was as hungry for it as he was. Another smack of the crop on her ass caused her to bite her lower lip and groan in excitement. Spencer had her turned over and under him in a smooth flash of movement and vicious impatience. There would be time to savor her body later. Now was all about raw sex. Spencer honestly didn't know he had it in him. He thought this would be a quick thing and he wouldn't get attached. This woman was something unexpected. She was messy, dressed like she had nothing to hide and liked him. She just wasn't what he wanted, but his body was telling him something else. He was going to fill this woman completely and it wasn't going to be gentle. Part of him wanted to walk away and keep things uncomplicated, but looking down at her body and smelling her scent was too overwhelming. Enough thinking damnit, he thought. While he worked her breasts out of the corset with his mouth. Her hands moved roughly over the flesh of his back as he linked his forearm behind one of her knees, stretching her leg up, and plunging himself into her body. He heard her gasp at his powerful entry, and her sticky slick heat grabbed onto him. With an awesome surge of energy, he propped himself up on his arms and pounded into her, taking her hard, drilling her. Her bed's headboard banging against the wall to the beat of his thrusts. Kenzie grabbed onto his straining wrists, trying to hold herself in place through his onslaught. She had never had this happen before. It was like a caged animal was loose and she was powerless to stop him. Kenzie didn't really know Spencer all that well and she knew he wasn't in it for commitment, but she was seriously surprised at how great she felt as he fucked her. Drenched in sweat and her head spinning she took it willingly and her body demanded more. She was too far gone to try and hold herself in place so she forced her other leg up and to the side, positioning it on his hip but she couldn't get the angle right. Trapped under his weight and strength she dropped her leg and held on for dear life, getting lost in the sensation of his hard thrusts that penetrated her deeply. Spencer pulled out of her. Her core made a soft popping sound as he left her body. He grabbed her waist and turned her over on her stomach. Taking her hips he lifted her ass up to his slick erection and reaching out. He grabbed her shoulders, pulled her body back and pushed into her deeply. He picked up the crop again and flung it down onto the soft curve of her ass. Spencer began to fuck her from behind in a quick rhythm continuing to smack her ass with the crop between thrusts. He was gearing up for an explosion. He thought about how much he wanted to come all over her body as he watched her breasts sway with their movements. He came violently, filling her up and pumping into her, his orgasm going on and on until Spencer realized she was coming right along with him. It was the most perfect orgasm she had ever known. She was so completely full of his juices that she felt them begin to run down her inner thighs. She was a stretched, swollen and sweaty mess when he finally pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. She didn't even bother getting up to clean herself, she just curled up next to him. Spencer ran his hand across her huge tits as he felt his erection subside slowly. She was so wet when she came he couldn't stop unloading into her. The sight of her swollen ass was an overwhelming combination when mixed with her swaying tits and the sound of their bodies smacking together. His cock twitched a little when he thought about it. Kenzie sighed when Spencer touched her. She took his hand and brought it up to her lips, sucking the finger he had slid into her. They both fell asleep a tangled spent mess. *** A few hours after dawn Spencer woke up. There was a sea of soft brown and blonde hair spilled across his chest and bicep and Kenzie was curled up closely with her arm around his waist. Smiling to himself Spencer suddenly had a great idea. Peeling her body off of his he slipped from the bed and went over to the dresser. Picking up a pair of black fluffy handcuffs, a thick vibrator and grabbing a cold can of whipped cream from the refrigerator, he was able to finally find in the daylight, he returned to the bed. He took Kenzie's wrists and tied them together using the headboard as an anchor. The new position Kenzie was being rolled into forced her to grudgingly open her eyes. Spencer had her tied down to the bed with her legs spread. She looked down at her body and saw the evidence of their action last night. Her sheets were ruined and her body was stained and bruised. And here was Spencer, kneeling beside her and jerking off a few inches from her face "What are you doing?" she asked. "Isn't it obvious? Thought you might like some breakfast." "You've got to be joking," she exclaimed laughing softly. Shaking the can of whipped cream Spencer told her to open her mouth as he continued to stroke himself, letting his cock grow harder. "Is this all I get?" she questioned after swallowing a mouthful of cream. Spencer reached down and brought her largest vibrator into her view. He was going to make this girl scream his name and then he was going to fill her mouth with his cum. Switching the machine on, Spencer moved and straddled her left leg and pressed the tip against her core. Moving it in soft circles he teased her hole getting it nice and wet for when he thrust it inside of her. Kenzie looked up at Spencer and could tell the moment he planned to shove her vibrator inside of her because his lips curled into a slightly evil smile. She didn't have much time to think about it because she suddenly was stretched and filled with a cold piece of plastic. Relaxing her body, Kenzie let Spencer have his way with her. He started jerking the vibrator in and out roughly causing her to adjust her body in order to accommodate the violation he was performing on her. He was much more confident this morning and she couldn't help but moan, loudly. Spencer put the vibrator in his right hand and his cock in the left. Slowly he worked up a rhythm where both of his hands completed one stroke in sync. He was now jerking himself off in the same pattern as he was filling her hole with her vibrator. Getting a little worked up, Spencer decided to untie her hands and turn her over. Moving quickly he had her ass in the air and was running his fingers from the nape of her neck down the spine of her back over her puckered asshole and stopping at her warm core. Slipping a quick finger inside to test how ready she was, Spencer lined his throbbing cock with her pussy. Kenzie didn't know what to expect but she knew it was going to hurt. Last night was about satisfying his sexual urges and this morning was going to be about exploring his dark side and she couldn't wait. Spencer slid his cock into her. He didn't expect her to swallow him to the root but her tight pussy pulled his body forward slightly causing his to rebalance himself. Picking up the still humming mechanical cock, Spencer turned it on full blast and shoved it violently into her asshole. He put his palm over it's base and held it deep in her ass, his fingers gripping her flesh roughly holding it in place. Spencer was surprised her ass was big enough to take it all in one thrust, but that thought wasn't as important to him as filling this woman with pain as well as pleasure. Kenzie screamed out in sheer pain. Nothing in her life had felt so badly and tears began pouring from her eyes. She actually heard herself ask him to stop. But as soon as the word "stop" left her lips he started thrusting into slick swollen pussy like a madman. His violent thrusts caused her to brace herself against the mattress, holding her body in place and her ass at his disposal, as she cried during this painful invasion. Spencer knew she was in pain, but he honestly couldn't stop himself. He needed to punish this woman's body and he didn't know why. Something about her made him want to fuck her into two separate pieces. Her body pressed against his and he felt her trying to cause him to lose his balance. Spencer was determined to show her this pain was actually pleasure in disguise. Searching with his free hand he was able to find the riding crop tangled in the sheets and pulling it up he held it above his head and let it crash down on her backside with a loud and terrible crack. Kenzie was going to cum. The outcome was evident with each and every thrust of Spencer's thick cock. Her juices started flowing heavily and when she felt the crop on her ass cheek her stomach started to tingle and she knew she was getting close. The vibrator in her ass felt less painful with each thrust and there was an amazing feeling when Spencer's cock entered her and slid across the thin skin between her pussy and asshole. She was double penetrated and her pussy was gushing like mad. She moved her head to the side and looked under her body where her juices were flowing down her legs and dripping onto the sheets. She could also see Spencer's ball smacking hard against her button and with one final crack of the crop she screamed his name at the top of her lungs. Why Not Have Breakfast? Spencer had felt her body getting close. Her moans and gushing juices set off warning bells that she was coming. Spencer looked down at her body and watched as she writhed and thrusted backwards to meet his hard cock thrusts. "You like this don't you, you dirty bitch?" He shouted at her "Fuck yes!" she managed to respond as her shrill screams and "Oh My Gods" began to subside. Spencer was close, but was determined to finished in her mouth. Yanking the vibrator out of her ass, Spencer gave her pussy a few more thrusts of his cock before pulling out and turning her over. "Let me fuck your tits" Spencer demanded as he mounted her body and held a slick cock inches from her face. Lying on her back Kenzie reached up and grabbed her tits letting Spencer slide his cock between them. Pressing them together she created a fleshy tit hole for him. Spencer looked down and watched her face while he titty fucked her. She wasn't beautiful and her nose was a bit too large, but she had been the best fuck he'd had in years. He had to keep this sick game going and as Spencer rocked his hips nearing an orgasm he decided to break his rule and fuck this woman again. If she'd have him. "Open wide!" He shouted and Kenzie quickly sprung into action lifting her head up and opening her mouth letting her tongue rest on the base of his dick. Ropes of thick cum flowed from Spencer into Kenzie's mouth. He must of unloaded into her for almost a full minute. Feeling spent and breathing heavily, Spencer moved off of Kenzie's body and looking her over, he could see the bruises and marks from where he'd been. Kenzie sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing him softly she invited him to shower with her before he left. Spencer agreed and as they made their way to the bathroom, both on very shaky legs, Kenzie made him laugh. "Your cream is by far, better than anything out of a can. Thank you for breakfast."