The Boss' New Toy

By Mr. Neb( Aug 99)

God, was I nervous!
I had practically been shaking since I got the news of my promotion and transfer.
I had only been with the firm for a few weeks.
Sure, I felt that I was doing a fine job but I had no idea that the CEO even knew who I was, much less was in a position to assess my abilities.
So there I was, all dressed up, and attending the CEO's private party in the Executive Conference Center.

Looking around, I was even more amazed at my presence.
All around me were all senior executives, all men and dressed in Armani suites.
They were a lot older than I was and with a lot more experience.
They were all chatting and giving that 'corporate chortle' at the bossâ little jokes. And there was the big boss, right in the middle of it all, surrounded by lackeys and wannabes.
Hey, I'm not criticizing.
I just couldn't figure out why I was there!

The hours wore on and I hadn't had more than two conversations the whole evening.
I just wandered around, trying to fit in, and taking advantage of the lobster canapŽs, caviar, and expensive champagne.
By the time the group started to thin out, I was feeling pretty loopy.
Around the time when there were only about five of us left, I figured that I would make my unnoticed departure.
Just as I reached for the handle on the finely carved mahogany doors, they swung open and in walked the CEO.

'Where are you going, ma boy. Stick around. I have to talk to you later.'

The boss just swept right on by.
Wow! The head gonzimocker actually spoke to me.
ME! What could the CEO and Chairman of the Board want with ME?

I sat in the plush chair against the wall next to the door, staring into my umteenth glass of champagne, wondering why I was to remain.
It wasn't long before the last of the Italian suits walked past and out the doors.
He patted me on the shoulders as he left and said, 'Hang in there son.'

'Come with me son', the boss beckoned.

We walked through another set of doors into the CEO's private office.
Like the conference room, it was decorated in exquisite deeply engraved wood.
Artwork with custom lighting spotted the walls. There was a private bar, a great desk, and a small meeting table with chairs.
Two large leather chairs, a sofa, and a coffee table were also in the room. Huge tapestry rugs covered dark hardwood floor.
One wall was all glass that give a spectacular view of the New York skyline.

'Well, what do you think?
Nice little office, eh? Relax. Sit down. Take off your jacket. I'm not going to bite you.'

There was something comforting and yet foreboding in her voice.
Yes, that's right, the boss is a 'her'.
The CEO that ruled this company with an iron fist is a woman.
She had a well earned reputation for sternness.
She took no shit from anyone, either from inside or outside of the company.

I sat on the couch and gulped the last of my champagne.
She reached up behind her head and let her hair down.
It was a soft light brown that just came to her shoulders.
She was wearing a gray business suit that in spite of its smart tailored look, also preserved her femininity quite well.
The jacket was open over white silk blouse with a deep neckline. (Funny thing about well tailored clothes.
They look as though they will reveal more than the wearer wants but they never do.)
The skirt was to mid-thigh. Her very long and slender legs were sheathed in dark stockings.
This executive was a real knockout but no one was going to tell it to her face.

'Ok, Jack', she began. 'Here is the story.
You are a good accountant and you have a bright future here with the company.
But frankly, I can get a boxcar full of good accountants if I need them.
What makes you particularly useful to me is that you are one gorgeous fellow. Definitely model material.'

She talked while she walked around the room, kicked off her shoes, and eventually sat next to me on the sofa.

'Now lets understand each other here.
You can call me Nancy while we are alone but at all other times it is business as usual.
And don't think this will advance your career any.
Forget it. You'll go through the ranks like you should. I will not pull rank on your supervisors. You'll succeed or fail here on you own merits. This is about what I need, not you. Got it?'

I nodded but had no idea what the hell she was talking about. I was pretty cloudy from the champagne.

'Are you following me here Jack? If you're up for it, so to speak, we'll have a few laughs, a roll in the hay once in awhile, a general good time. What do you say?'

Slowly is started to sink in. Women had come on to me before but never like this!

'Oh, fer Christ sake', she muttered.
'Have another glass of Champagne.

It was hard to tell if it was accidental or not but about half of the poured Champagne ended up in my lap instead of the glass.
The cold tingly bubbles soaked right through my slacks.
For the first time, I noticed that I was sporting an erection.
The new sensations accelerated the process.

'Woops', she said. She reached back over, placed her glass on the table and picked up a cocktail napkin.

'Here. Let's wipe that up.'

She had no intentions of wiping anything.
Her hand with the napkin went right down and firmly took hold of my crotch.
She leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth.
Her face smelled of expensive perfume and was delightfully soft.
Her moist tongue parted my lips and played with my own.
Her rubbing and tugging between my legs put the finishing touches on a complete erection.

I threw all caution to the wind.
I made a half hearted attempt to put my glass down on the table but I heard it crash to the floor.
I leaned forward into my bossâ bossâ bossâ bossâ boss and wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could. I gave her a bone crushing kiss.

'You catch on quick kid. Good for you.'

We couldn't strip fast enough.
No preliminaries for us. In seconds, we were buck naked.
We were a tangle of hot passionate flesh. She would just not let go of my cock.
She was all over it. She pulled and stroked me and massaged my balls like no other but she never broke contact with me.
It wasn't long before her hand was all slippery from my precum.

My own hands were pretty busy too. While we kissed ferociously, my hands rubbed her beautiful firm breasts and tugged at her nipples until they were a deep red and rock hard.
I slipped one, then two, then three fingers deep into her pussy resulting in that great wet sound. She was very wet and ready.

I had to taste the pussy juices of the CEO of a major corporation. I smeared the sweet feminine nectar all over her breasts and plunged my face between them.
Oh, she tasted so sweet! I licked and nibbled her slickened nipples causing her to moan deeply.

For the first time since we attacked each other, she took her hand from my cock.
She grabbed the sides of my face and said, 'Do you like the way I taste Jack. Good. I want you to have more. Eat my pussy, NOW!'

She pushed my head down to her lap but there was just no way to get to her delicious pussy given our positions on the sofa.
We fell to the floor with a thud. I ended up on top of her.
I took just a moment to look between her spread legs.
Her pussy was completely shaved and only a thin line of fine hair covered her mound.
Her swollen pink lips were wet and parted, exposing her entrance that was glistening and seeping juices onto the fine rug.

There was no stopping me now.
I had no clue if this would get me fired but I was going to fuck this woman!
I threw my face between her legs and plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her juices instantly covered my face.
I felt her tight muscles grab and twitch around my tongue.
I started thrusting my tongue in and out of her as fast as I could.
Whenever I wanted to lick at her ever-hardening clitoris, I replaced my tongue with several fingers.
She was heaving and moaning all the time. Her juices were everywhere.
She looked, tasted, and smelled wonderfully!

My fearless leader wasn't a passive participant in all of this.
While I was feverishly working to 'close the deal', she was working things from her own angle.
She had grabbed my cock and had slipped it deep into her mouth. She was licking, sucking and slobbering all over my shaft and crown. The noises she made were extremely erotic.
All the time she was sucking me, her fingers, with those wonderfully long and sensuous nails, tickled and scratched at my balls.

We were both going for all we were worth. Her sucking of my cock got erratic, as did her breathing.
Her hips were swaying and bucking as if to rid them of me but I knew that it would be a career-limiting move for me to stop.
Her orgasm had started. She moaned and coughed with my cock still in her mouth as her orgasm shook through her. My tongue was grabbed in flashing contractions. Her cum sputtered from her pussy, coated my tongue and lips and literally dripped from my face.

That did it for me.
With her orgasm just beginning to subside, my own began.
I felt my groin tighten and the base of my cock swell. I could feel knot after knot fly through my cock, still wetly surrounded by Nancy's mouth. I could feel my thick warm ejaculate leave me and surround my shaft.
Spurt after spurt entered her. I was sure that she could not hold all of me but I never felt her swallow.

I couldn't remain above her any longer.
I rolled to one side, my oozing cock slipping from her warm mouth and sliding along her face. She reversed herself and rolled me on top of her again.
We were face to face now. What a sight we were to each other! White cum surrounded the edges of her mouth and dribbled away and down along her cheeks. I'm sure my face was just as attractive.

'Jack!' she ordered.
'You better fuck me now, and good!'

I don't need orders like that twice.
With deliberate firmness I pressed my cock deep into her causing her to through her head back and gasp.

'Oh God YES, Jack. FUCK ME!'

And fuck her I did!
I thrust in and out of her as if my job depended on it.
She kept screaming about how good it felt and that she was going to come again.
It wasn't long before we both shook and shuddered with another orgasm.

We separated and lay there silently on the floor, naked, dripping, staring at the carved ceiling.

After several moments I said, 'I really enjoyed the party. Thanks for inviting me.'

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My Horny Housewife

By Alan( Aug 99)

I presume that I am like many married men - I have fantasised about my wifes past experiences many times without ever wanting to show too much of an unhealthy interest.
I married Sue twenty five years ago, when we were both 17, so it was a bit surprising when she gradually began to tell me how she had been raped twice by men who knew her reputation, and that she had not only been involved in threesomes and moresomes, she had also taken part in a gang bang with at least eight men.
Sue wasn't sure on the exact number because they all had her at least twice.

Over the years I began to wish that Sue was a horny as a married woman as she was as a teenager.
I tried to imagine that when she went out with girlfriends she was really meeting men, and when we had sex after her return I would be pretending she had been fucked by a boyfriend.
I even told her many times while we had sex that I wouldn't mind if she had boyfriends, but she would always say "Don't be silly".
Sue always looked great when she was off out with her girlfriends.
Stockings and suspenders, sexy undies, lots of make up and jewellry.
No wonder I was always waiting in bed naked for her when she came home.
One night I could hardly wait, I remembered that she had always kept a diary when we met as teenagers, and I decided to look through her personal possessions hoping to find it, although I did actually remember her destroying it when we married.
Just maybe there would be something to give me more details of her teenage exploits.
But no, there was just the old boring photos at the bottom of her pantie drawer.
When I looked in the last, bottom drawer I found it was very stiff, and wouldn't push back.
I took it out completely and underneath I found two boxes that were catching under the drawer.
What I found was amazing.
I had only a few minutes before Sue was due home, and I had found diaries that covered the first fifteen years of our marriage, and envelopes full of photos of my sexy wife in dresses I had never seen.
Some in our house, the ones I first flicked through showed Sue sat on a stool at the bottom of our stairs, in a dress that showed her stocking tops and nipples pushing against the material of the dress.
Photo by photo I saw that Sue was stripped of her dress, her hands were tied to the bannister above her head, her legs were more and more spread, her knickers were removed and her nipples, standing out held up in a quarter cup bra, were getting bigger and bigger.
Quickly onto the next envelope I saw her sat sucking two different, very large cocks, and finally on to the living room carpet with close ups of a big cock up my wife's cunt, and then another.
I should have been horrified, but my cock was bigger than it has ever been, and it didn't even flinch when I realised that neither of the men in the pictures were using condoms, which I had always had to do since Sue became allergic to the pill.

It was already 11.30pm and Sue was late home, I pushed everything back into the boxes and put them away with seconds to spare.
What followed was two hours of the best sex ever, although I daren't say a word about what I had found.
Sue would be horrified if she thought I had been through her things. I fucked Sue in every position imaginable that night, wondering how many other men had fucked my wife in that position.

That was ten years ago. And believe me, Sue is still as horny as ever and I would advise all men to become part time detectives. If your wife is going out look in her handbag and see if she is carrying condoms.
Sue always has less than she went out with, not that she always gets the choice of using them.
I will never know everything about Sue, but believe me, I know enough to write several books.

Midsummerday's dream

by Tinker, December 1993

It happened while I was walking through the city center with a girlfriend
during a nice, but not too hot summer day in August. We had been visiting
some friends and decided to walk back to her place where I had left my car
(we had gone to our friends by bus, since parking is just next to
impossible in the city center). On the way home, we had got something to
drink at a nice terrace at the market square (too expensive for the
service, of course) and now we crossed a beautiful park area, with the
usual lawns, pools, ducks and children running around. It was then that she
turned to me and said: "Shit, I should have gone to the bathroom at that
place on the market".

Of course I casually remarked: "Well, this place isn't exactly fitted for a
pee, is it?" while looking around and seeing everybody running around with
no sheltered spot anywhere near. She nodded and added: "Still, I've to go
*bad*. Where is the nearest pub?" Unfortunately for her, the closest place
where we could possibly find a public bathroom was the market place,
fifteen minutes behind us. Stupid cities with all action concentrated in
one place and the rest being only offices and houses. And parks of course.

We decided to go on and try to reach her house, which was still ten minutes
or so to go. After one more minute of walking, she suddenly went off the
path and crossed the lawn towards a few bushes. "Sorry, I'll try it here. I
*really* need to pee", she said. Looking for a spot where she could
successfully squat down without being noticed, she almost ran around the
bushes only to find a children's playground at the other side. Rather angry
she came back to me. "Grrr who has designed this park. They should force
him to wet his pants," she mumbled, and I could notice that she crossed her
thighs under her wide skirt.

I wanted to try something. "Well, maybe this park was designed by a woman,
you know. Back in the fifties or so, when almost every woman still wore
skirts. Like you do now." She lifted her eyebrows and looked at me. "What's
that to do with the absence of public toilets where they should be?", she
asked. Then the suddenly understood and frowned. "Oh yeah, well, you
mean...". I shrugged. "Yes. Nobody will notice. I will, but I don't mind at
all. Just go ahead, there's nobody close and no one approaching right now."

She sighed and looked down to her white summer skirt that reached down to
just below her knees. She couldn't help still crossing her thighs and now
even pressing her hands in her crotch. "I don't have much choice, do I?
Jesus, if I don't do it myself, I will be wet within a minute anyway. Shit.
What a stupid move of me." That said, she left the path and walked onto the
grass. She looked aside, to me again, and slightly pulled up her skirt. "Do
you think I can squat without people noticing?" Before I could answer, a
bunch of yelling children came in from the opposite corner of the park and
my friend shook her head herself. "Nope. Forget about that. Damned, I'll
look like a three-year-old girl."

Then she stepped out of her slippers, walked for a meter on bare feet
through the grass, stopped, and parted her legs a little. Her wide skirt
effectively hid this pose and from a distance of more than ten meters
nobody would see anything strange. To cover her up even more, I decided to
go down on one knee and started to re-tie my shoelace. It appeared that she
now was waiting for me to finish with my unwilling shoe lace. "Go ahead", I
said. "Just enjoy it." She looked at me with a mix of embarassment and a
smile. "Please, don't tell anybody, okay?" I nodded. She cleared her
throat. "Alright then. Shit. Shit. Shit." Her hands grabbed her skirt,
shook it loosely over her legs, and I noticed that she casually reached
through her skirt to the waistband of her panties to pull them up firmly.
Looking around to the people, she pulled the skirt away from the front of
her panties, let it carefully fall down again, reached behind her to check
that her skirt was not hanging between her legs, and then spread her legs a
little more. "Okay. There we go, for god's sake."

She looked to her crotch and breathed deeply. Then she slowly released her
muscles. I saw her pull her belly a bit inward and bite her lip when her
pee flowed into her panties. She let her breath escape through her teeth
and obviously felt foolish. But the relief was so big that it took over
within seconds. Together with a quite satisfied expression on her face, the
pee started to drip down between her legs. It became a stream, and then an
even bigger stream. When she was in full swing, she giggled and looked
foolishly at me. "Now, how do I look like? Wrong! Eighteen years older!"
Still peeing, she casually looked around and saw nobody nearer than fifty
meters. Casually she put a hand in her skirt's left pocket. "Well, after
all, this isn't so bad. It is only my panties. And it is a warm day,
anyway." She looked to the sky. "Besides, it is not an unpleasant feeling."
Rapidly correcting herself, se added: "That is, now my panties are wet, it
doesn't matter anymore, does it?" I rose to my two feet again and told her
I thought it indeed didn't matter at all. I also told her that I really
liked seeing her standing with her legs a bit apart, wearing a skirt, and
thoroughly wetting her panties. She looked away and blushed. "Really? Well,
at least that will keep you from making fun out of me."

Then the stream died away and she quickly bend her knees, crossed her thighs
and in this half-squatting position she squeezed her panties as well as she
could. A last gush of pee trickled onto the ground. She straightened her
back again, turned around, picked up her slippers and continued her walk on
the path with me. On the way back, we didn't talk anymore about what
happened, and she only three times grabbed her skirt to make sure it didn't
touch her panties.

Within ten minutes we reached her home. While I sat down and picked up a
hifi magazine, she went upstairs and I expected to hear her rumbling about
in the bathroom. To my amazement I heard her coming back down within half a
minute. When I looked up from the magazine, she stood right in front of me,
legs slightly apart, wearing a very short white sports skirt instead of her
long one. She said nothing, just looked at me. I stared to her in
disbelief. We were friends, but had no relation. I had seen her in short
skirts before, but never so clearly challenging. "Still wearing the same
panties?", I asked, knowing that she just had not had the time to change
them and dry herself. In answer she came closer and just said: "Look for
yourself." Putting down my magazine, I reached for the hem of her skirt
and slowly I lifted it with both hands. It reveiled light-blue plain
panties, just below her waist, sporting a dark stain centered in her crotch
and spreading around for about fifteen centimeters, While she still stood
there, I got out of the chair and lifted up her skirt from behind. Same
story. I just said "Wow!".

Then she turned around and told me to follow while she entered the garden.
Arrived there, she squatted down and clearly made preparations to pee her
panties again. Now I couldn't hold myself any longer. "Please, stop it for
a moment. Can I join you?" Playing she was shocked, she looked up to me.
"Just join me? Right as you stand there? C'me on, you won't get away with a
soaked pair of jeans." But she rose to her feet and directed me into the
house again. "Wait here. I'll get you what you need." Hurrying up the
stairs, she clearly showed her wet panties under her skirt. Almost as if I
knew what was coming, I started to take off my shoes, socks, and jeans.
Just as I put them on a chair, now only being dressed in a shirt and my
underwear, reveiling an undeniable bulge in my pants, she dashed down again
and gigglingly handed me one of her tiny skirts. It was a very simple
model, just a band of fabric of about thirty centimeters with an elastic
waistband. I slipped it on. The skirt covered my underwear enough to be
useful, and since it was all but tight, my bulge dissapeared completely. My
girlfriend circled me and giggled again. "It does not fit you. You have no
hips, and those furry legs really seem silly. Still, it will do." She
entered the garden again and I followed her like in a dream.

Arrived where she wanted to be, she turned and took my hands in hers.
Standing about a meter from eachother, we spread our legs, wider this time,
and waited. I felt a great urge to pee, but wanted to see her reaction.
After ten seconds, she said: "Well, now you know how it feels, standing in
the open and knowing that someone watches you while you are going to pee
your panties." I smiled. "Are you ready? I am." She nodded. "Yes, I am."
She winked with her left eye. "Now?" As an answer I looked down towards my
skirt, held my breath, and carefully let go some pee. I felt my underwear
eagerly absorb it as it touched the fabric. I peed some more. Then I looked
my friend straight into her eyes and told her I'd wet myself. Quickly she
lifted my skirt with her right hand and checked. When she saw the stained
front of my pants, she smiled and let the skirt fall down again. Then she
put both her arms in her sides and threw her long hair over her shoulder
with a rapid head movement. She looked down to her own skirt and I heard a
soft, hissing sound. While she carefully peed her panties again, I lifted
her skirt for the second time and watched the pee as it surged through the
fabric, making the blue panties seem like interwoven with silver threads in
the bright sunlight. The stream soon soaked the panties again, and finding
no way out, gradually trickled down onto the ground.

With a groan, I let myself go, and soon my whole crotch felt warm and
moist, while a steady stream flowed from under my skirt between my legs
onto the grass. Now my girlfriend suddenly reached under my arms forward to
my skirt, lifted it above my waist, and thereby pushing my arms higher, so
that I lifted her skirt altogether as well. For one second, she gazed at my
underwear, showing a completely stained front and a big bulge with pee
flowing around it. Then, she came closer, and pushed her crotch against
mine. Her hands let go of my skirt and grabbed my ass, pulling my wet
underwear tightly against her wet panties. I still peed, and she must have
felt that. She peed as well, and I sure as hell felt that. While still
peeing, she started to move rhythmically with her hips, and I could nothing
but follow her lambada. We stood there for thirty seconds, peeing our
panties and firmly pushing our crotches together. We didn't kiss. Then I
felt another function taking over in my abdomen. I started to push back
harder, and she immediately reacted. It took us five more seconds to reach
the point of no return. She closed her eyes and groaned. I slipped my hands
under her skirt and firmly squeezed her wet buttocks. Then I came. My
friend let out a high-pitched squeek and shuddered over all her body. She
took fifteen seconds to complete the orgasm.

We held eachother for quite a time. Then, we stepped back a little, so that
our skirts fell down properly. We both did not feel at all like taking them
off or changing our underwear. Instead, she entered the house to make some
tea and I sat down on a garden chair, careful to pull up my skirt first.
Amazingly, the front of my skirt still was still completely unstained. We
sat there, drinking tea and casually letting something find its way out,
for the rest of the day, until sunset forced us inside to prevent our
bladders from catching cold. Because, as she said, it was nice to wet
yourself when you could get away with it so easily, but sadly that was not
always the case. I could nothing but agree.

Keeley from Zoo Weekly

Watch Me First

By DICK THROB( Aug 99)

I couldn't believe I was sitting here, naked all tied up with soft felt ropes. Sometimes my wife comes up with unexpected and strange ideas.
She undressed me and told me to sit down and gently tied me up. I could get out if I wanted to, but why spoil her fun.
She lets me do strange things to her, and knows I would never hurt her. But I don't know how I let her talk me into this.

After a little while Gwen came into the room. God she's beautiful.
A statement of fact and pride, I'm a very lucky man to have her love.
She walked in with her long blond hair down to her shoulders.
Her tanned body had the look of gold under the delicate white negligee she was warring.
Her large breasts pushed out on the top and her nipples were hard as diamonds.
Her toes nails were painted bright red, blending with the beautiful tanned skin.
Her legs were smooth and long ending at the affection of her love.
The dark triangle of pubic hair shown through like a piece of sculptured ebony covered with a light dusting of white snow. God I loved her so much.

Gwen slowly walked to the couch and sat down.
She spread her legs exposing the lovely pink lips that enclosed her pussy.
I could see the sparkle of love juices on her pussy, damn she was really hot. I almost smelled the sweet fragrance of her juices.
This thought caused a familiar feeling in my balls as my cock started to rise and thicken. Gwen never said a word as she opened her top and massaged one of her lovely breasts.
I watch her as our gaze held each others eyes.
Her flat stomach raised slightly as the massaging of her nipples increased.
After a few minutes Gwen slid one hand down her stomach to her pussy.
She spread the outer lips with her fingers and rubbed it ever so slowly.
I could tell she wanted to watch her pussy as she rubbed it, but she kept her eyes fixed on mine.
I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to watch her rub that wonderful sweet hole of love.
I shifted my gaze on her pussy as her fingers gently rubbed the lips and entered the soft tissue at the entrance, I saw two fingers disappear inside.
She pushed them in slowly and pulled them out.
They glistened with the fresh juice inside her pussy.
Gwen increased the speed and tempo of her fingers.
She spread her legs even farther giving herself more room to stroke her love hole. My cock was growing by the second while Gwen pushed harder and faster in and out of her juicy pussy.
I could see her chest rising in an increasing rate while she squeezed and kneaded her breast.
This was wonderful, I had never seen her masturbate before.
I knew she did, but I had never seen the movements of her hands and the look of pure joy on her face.

The expression on her face gave away her thoughts of pure self pleasure.
I knew she was thinking how wonderful it felt to have my tongue massage her pussy as her fingers were doing now.
She knew how much I loved to lick and suck her flowing juices. This thought made her more excited and her fingers dug deeper.

I sure didn't mind, I was enjoying every movement of her fingers as they plummeted deep inside. Each time she slammed her hand in I could hear the wet squishy sound caused by her wet juices dripping out.
This erotic sight, mixed with Gwen's moans and sweet aroma of her sex almost made me cum.
Precum was steadily flowing from the pee hole in my granite hard cock. It actually pumped out with each beat of my heart.
Gwen finally closed her eyes and devoted all her attention to the lovely wet entrance of her pussy.
She was wriggling around as she threw her head from side to side.
Her legs were thrown out in front of her while she squeezed them together.
Gwen pushed her fingers deep and furious while her other hand found her throbbing clit and massaged it using fast strokes.
It didn't take long before she screamed out loud, 'OHH.....OH.......... DON I'M CUMMING..........OH AAHHHGGRAHHAA.'
The spasms of pleasure and delight raced through Gwen's body as she slammed her fingers hard and kicked her legs straight out in front of her.
Her whole body shook and quivered while her fingers were firmly buried in her pulsating overflowing pussy.
The juices gushed out along her legs and ran down her ass, the scent of her freshly expelled sex filled the room with its bouquet.

Gwen's orgasms are so intense they scare me sometimes.
They last a good 30 seconds as she holds her breath and shakes all over.
When her breathing returned to normal Gwen slowly lowered her legs to the floor.
A deep sigh of happiness and contentment could be heard as she gently pulled her fingers from her dripping pussy.

After a few minutes Gwen got up and walked over to me.
She placed her wet fingers to my lips allowing me to lick the still hot juice.
The bouquet and taste made my cock swell and harden even more.
Taking Gwen's wet fingers into my mouth, I licked and sucked the scented juice.
The flavor was overwhelming as I licked her fingers dry.
I started to say something when Gwen put her finger to her lips and said, 'Shhhh.'
She put her hands on my thighs and pushed my legs apart while she knelt on the floor.
Gwen kissed and licked her way up to my balls.
Opening her mouth, she sucked my left ball right inside her warm wet cavern.
Gently she rolled it in her mouth, while massaging it with her tongue.
My cock was steadily leaking precum, the head was covered and I thought it would burst form the pressure.

Gwen released my sack and licked up my cock to the juicy head.
She dipped her tongue into the pool of percum and pulled her head back making a long string. She moaned out loud when she ran her tongue over her lips.
Slowly and deliberately Gwen lowered her head to my cock again. Sliding her lips over my swollen head, she formed a tight seal and sucked it like a straw while her tongue danced around the tender glands.

She sucked more and more of my hard cock into her mouth until I felt the head hit the back of her throat, I had 7 of my 8' buried in her mouth.
All the while she was drinking the steady flow of percum.
My thick cock filled her mouth so she couldn't use her tongue anymore. Pulling back slightly, she let her salvia drip down my shaft.
Gwen then started a steady and rhythmic up and down, in and out motion. She never touched my cock with her hands.
Her lips formed a hot burning ring of pleasure which scorched the tender veins of my love shaft.
It didn't take much of this cadence, along with the fresh pictures of Gwen slamming her wet pussy, to cause a boiling effect in my balls.
My toes where tingling as sensations of dizziness floated in my head.
My mind was spinning as it centered on the pleasure and attention my cock was receiving.
Breathing deeply as my heartbeat quickened, I was rewarded with the drifting essence of fresh pussy juice.
I knew Gwen had another orgasm when her mouth tightened around my shaft and I felt the vibrations of her moans deep in my balls.

That's all it took.
My cock swelled to it's maximum and became hard as a rock.
The veins were full of passion while my balls expanded with steamy hot cum. My whole body became ridged and tight as goose bumps popped out along my arms and legs.
Knowing I was going to cum, Gwen pulled her head back to accommodate the load she expected.
My cock got hotter and hotter as it jumped one time and exploded into Gwen's mouth. God I thought I was going to pass out, the feeling was so intense.
'Oh God,, Oh.......Gwen hang on.... I'm Cumming... AAAGRAAHHAA'
My cock jumped and pulsated as each beat of my heart sent more cum blasting out.
I kept cumming and cumming and Gwen swallowed all she could. I'm sure it was only a few seconds, but it seemed like several minutes before I stopped pumping my liquid flow of love juice.
Some of my hot thick load ran down her lips and chin as her mouth over flowed.
Gwen never stopped swallowing until the last drop of steamy cum was expelled from my deflating balls.
She held my cock in her mouth for a long time enjoying the flavor and taste of my juices.

My heart settled down and my head started to clear.
My cock wilted and relaxed to it's normal size while soaking in Gwen's warm mouth.
Soon it became soft and flaccid, only then did she allowed it to fall from her sweet warm lips.
She stood up and kissed me wet, deep and hard. As I tasted the remains of my cum on her sweet lips I thought.

God I love this woman so much.
Gwen looked at me as she untied my hands.
'See, I told you it would be great.'
'Sweetheart you were right, but I did have my doubts.'
'Oh Don wait until tomorrow, I have another idea.'
'If it's as good as this one, I'll go along with anything.'

We kissed for some time then cleaned up in the shower.
Of course we washed each other, but that's another story.

3 Dancing Women

Centerfielder

By JAL( JULY 99)

When portable video cassette recorder cameras were still quite expensive, the engineering firm I worked for purchased one for business use.
I had been using the office video camera to record a before and after construction sequence fo r the engineering firm I worked for.
The inspection technician McKay and I would work all day with the camera and return it to the office after work each day. One Friday we worked fairly late and returned to the office after everyone else had left.
Mc Kay was in a hurry to get home so I offered to unload the vehicle and put up the equipment so he could save time.
I put up the survey and measuring equipment and I was returning to the Bronco to get the camera gear when the thought of making a very perso nal videotape occurred to me.
Since the camera would not be needed until Monday morning, this would be the perfect opportunity to use it for my video.

PJ and I had been married about eleven years and had two sons ages eight and three. We lived in a quiet suburban neighborhood with plenty of good neighbors and friends for our sons. We lived a fairly quiet life with our activities primarily revolving ar ound our two boys.
These were not however the intended subjects for my video. I wanted to make a tape of PJ and me making love.

As I drove home Friday evening, thinking about making the video made me excited and apprehensive at the same time.
The big question on my mind was whether I could talk PJ into it.
Although we enjoyed a good sex life, PJ's upbringing had made her self-conscious and not very confident. The last thing she could be accused of was being an exhibitionist.
I thought that her lack of self confidence in her body and appearance was kind of a shame and I wished she could see herse lf the way that I saw her.
Although she was very petite, she was beautifully proportioned. She had a sweet oval face, brown eyes and brown hair worn just above the shoulder. Although she was only five feet tall, her little body was perfect for her height. Sh e had large, perfectly shaped breasts, a curvy waist, a round firm butt and relatively long legs which tapered into the smallest feet I have ever seen on a grown woman.
Her skin was smooth and clear and as this was summertime, she was sporting a light t an.
Altogether, she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of and much to be proud of.
I was definitely proud of her looks and many people had told me how cute she was and how lucky I was to have her.

Another problem I had to figure out was what to do with our two sons while making the video. Although we often made love on Sunday afternoons, it was sometimes a hurried affair, due to the boys' needs and curiosity.
If I could get PJ to go along, I didn 't want our production to be interrupted by a knock on our bedroom door and a mad scramble to get the video equipment put away from a curious youthful gaze.
As I neared home, I decided that there would be no way to plan the event in advance.
I would have to trust in luck to provide the right opportunity to complete my hopes and plans.
If it was meant to be, the right circumstances would present themselves and then all I would have to do would be to convince PJ.
After supper, baths for the boys and ourselves, I went to sleep Friday night with hopeful thoughts on my mind and no small measure of excitement.
Saturday dawned hot and clear, but before noon a summer shower rolled in and about an inch of rain fell.
The boys were confined to the house due to the rain and wet ground. The early afternoon was spent indoors playing with the boys.
PJ did the usual m assive weekend loads of laundry and we made a trip to the grocery store before going to our older son's T-ball game that evening.
When we returned home, after getting everybody fed, bathed and readied for bed, I sensed that PJ was tired enough not to be interested in any novel ideas even though the boys would sleep soundly after the day's activities.
Again that night, as I drifted off to sleep, my hopes were that a suitable opportunity would present itself and at least allow me to express my plans to PJ.

Sunday was another beautiful sunny day.
After a good lunch, the boys wanted to play outside in the back yard.
They had only been out for a few minutes when one of the neighbor's children came over to join them.
He was a little boy about our older sons age and he asked if our boys could come over to his house to play with him and a younger cousin who was visiting for the day. PJ and I said it was okay and I walked over with them to the neighbor's h ouse to make sure it was all right with the parents.
In about ten minutes I had assured myself that our boys would be OK at the neighbors house and I excused myself and told them to call at the house if they needed to.
As I walked home, I realized that this was as perfect an opportunity to make the video as I would get. The closer to home I got, the more excited I became even though I had not said a word about my plans to PJ and I didn't really know how I would approach her with the idea of the video.

Little did I know how perfect an opportunity had presented itself.
When I left to take the boys to the neighbor's house, PJ realized that we would have the house to ourselves for a short time. The thought of a mini-holiday alone with me had put her in a sexy and playful mood.
As soon as I walked in the back door, she greeted me with a big hug and a warm kiss and it was obvious she was thinking of making love and was as receptive to my ideas as she was likely to get.
As we stood in the kitchen, I told her about th e video camera we had been using to tape the project at work.
I told her that I had brought it home for the weekend and that it could be used to make a home video.
She asked playfully what I wanted to tape and when I told her I wanted to tape us making love, she acted shocked, but I could tell that she knew what I had been thinking about. Then, somewhat to my surprise, she smiled and said that she would. I knew that we would have a limited amount of time to complete our project, so I hurried out to the car to get the equipment and get set up.
As I did so, I realized that I had been thinking so much about solving the problems prior to making the video tha t I had not put any thought into how the camera would be set up and what we would do.
I returned to the house with the camera and case and began to set up the equipment in our bedroom.
Since I didn't have a tripod I would have to set up the camera on a chest of drawers near our bed.
I had just removed the camera from the case and gotten a tape inserted into the unit when PJ c ame into the room and closed the door behind her.
To my surprise, she was naked.
For a moment, I felt so excited it made my ears buzz, and it made me clumsy with the camera.
In the meantime, my nude partner calmly turned down the bed and lay down on her stomach with her knees bent and her feet pointing up in a perfect centerfold pose. She giggled at my fumbling efforts with the camera.
At that point it hit me that we were really going to do what I had planned.
We were actually going to make a video o f the two of us naked in bed making love.
I would be able to play a videotape on TV and watch us doing all the sexy things we liked to do with each other I finally calmed down and got the camera set up and aimed toward the bed.

I had PJ to lie in the center of the bed so I could get the unit in focus.
Then I had her to turn over so I could catch some of her beautiful and natural poses on camera.
When I had the unit aimed and focused, I stepped back and began to take off my clothes.
I looked at PJ whil e I was doing so and I could tell by the playful look on her face that she was enjoying herself and looking forward to what we were about to do.
When I had my clothes off, I stepped back to the camera to check the focus and aim one last time.
When I ste pped away from the camera, PJ reached her arms out for me and softly called "Come here!' I'll never forget the way she looked as I approached the bed.
Her tanned body stood out in contrast to the white sheets.
The nipples on her breasts were erect in ant icipation of my touch and her lips and legs were slightly parted to receive kisses and caresses.
Her brown eyes were sparkling with excitement and I realized at that moment she was as much into our scene as I was. I wanted her at that moment as much as I ever had before.

When I reached the bed, PJ had turned onto her back and I lay down beside her with one leg between her legs.
She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed with open mouths and sparring tongues.
Her nipples were taut against my chest as I reached one hand to the cleft in her butt and pulled her tight against me.
We were touching from mouth to toe and I could feel the soft heat of her pussy on my thigh.
I kissed my way down her neck until I could reach one of her nipples with my mouth.
A s I sucked it in and circled it with my tongue, she gasped with pleasure and held my head tightly to her with one hand.
Her other hand glided down my side and reached under me to encircle my dick with warm soft fingers.
That small soft hand stroking my dick was aroused me almost more than I could stand at that point.
I had been in a state of anticipation all weekend and by now my cock was so hard and sensitive that it was difficult to control myself. When she started stroking softly from the base of my dick up to the sensitive head, I had to move her hand from my dick.

I gently moved her hand from my cock and began to kiss a path down from her erect nipples across her belly.
As I slid down, her thighs parted and her soft curly pubic hair tickled my belly and chest.
I paused at her navel and circled the rim with the ti p of my tongue before poking it into this most ticklish of spots. When my tongue sank into her navel,
I was rewarded with a delicious squeal and vigorous wiggling before she grabbed my h ead with both hands and forced my mouth and tongue lower. I slowed my descent at the top line of her pubic hair and kissed this spot softly with closed lips before continuing my journey southward.
Again extending my tongue, I let the tip trail slowly through the soft tangled jungle of curly hair.
Just before I reached the upper border of her pussy, I paused again and looked up at her face. As I expected, she was looking directly at me wide eyed with anticipation.
She loved to watch.
I lowered my mouth and teased her with light closed mouth kisses all around her pussy.
I began to kiss on each side of her pussy lips without actually kissing in the slit and she writhed and tried to anticipate my moves and catch a kiss right in the middle of her target.

I continued to tease until I heard her say 'Please baby', then I tensed my tongue, stuck it out as far as it would go and plunged it into her pussy.
PJ gasped at the first full contact and made a purring sound deep in her throat when I stroked my tongue up and down her delicious cunt.
She had been totally aroused and her warm juices were in full flow.
She felt and tasted absolutely delicious and as I moved up and down, she began to buck her hips to meet my jabs and strokes.
I moved up and lightly st roked my along her clit and she shuddered with pleasure.
I increased my pace and just before I thought she was going to cum, she grabbed my head, pulled my face up and said 'Wait'.

She pulled me up and turned my shoulders so that I rolled onto my back.
She turned over me and began to give me the some of the same treatment I had given her. She kissed down my neck and gave me a playful nip as she passed.
She stopped at one of my nipples and gave it a quick lick before sucking it into her mouth.
She reached down and cupped my balls and gently squeezed them without touching my dick.
Completing the torture of my nipple, she continued to kiss and lick her way down my stomach and to caress my sac. By now my cock was aching for her touch, but when her lips arrived on the scene, she remembered the teasing I had subjected her to and was determined to have her revenge.
She blew her warm breath onto my rigid member and began to kiss my balls while being careful not to touch the shaft itself.
She paused and l ooked into my eyes and with a wicked little smile and asked 'What do you want?'
Finally I could stand it no more and I begged'Please baby suck my dick!'
PJ did not immediately give the relief I craved but she did finally give one soft baby kiss on the sw ollen head.
My poor little man jerked at the feel of her soft lips and she giggled with the completion of her revenge.
Only then did she open her mouth in an O shape and begin to press the head into her mouth.
She began to suck and move her head up and down.
Just like her I liked to watch as well. I propped on my elbows and looked down at her. The sight of her sweet face with her tender lips around my cock was marvelous.
It felt as good as it looked. Her lips were tight around the head and shaft an d the suction and heat of her tongue and cheeks was driving me crazy.
She looked back up at me and said 'Do me too.'

I laid back and moved her hips to position her pussy over my face.
I reached both hands to her butt and pulled her pussy down onto my waiting mouth.
I began to thrust my hips up in time to her head moving down on my dick.
We quickly established a rhyth m with my cock thrusting up into her mouth and her pussy pushing down onto my tongue. We quickened our pace and I was only a few strokes from cumming.
Just before I reached the point of no return, she broke away and rolled onto her back.
I turned and slipped between her parted thighs and she reached down and positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy.

At that moment, we both had reached that wonderful single-minded state which occurred during sex. All of the anticipation and foreplay had brought both of us to the position of wanting one thing. Both of us wanted to fuck and get fucked. There was no fu rther need or desire for tenderness or playfulness. Although the whole scene was being videotaped , at that moment it did not matter. All I could think about was thrusting down with my dick into her waiting pussy. I maintained enough control to press down slowly.
Her pussy was totally wet and my cock easily slid through her slick channel all the way to the hilt. As I made that first slow thrust, she let her head fall back and moaned with pleasure.
I stopped for a short moment to savor the feel of her tight little pussy around the head and shaft of my cock.
Every inch of my dick seemed to be in exquisite contact with the hot wet interior of her cunt.
I slowly pulled back until the head of my dick was just barely inside her and pushed back a little more quickly.
I fucked her slowl y at first and quickened until we found a good rhythm.
She began to match my thrusts and withdrawals until she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her.
She arched her back to bring her nipples into contact with my now sweaty chest.
I reached a hand to her ass with my fingers in the cleft of her buttocks.
She continued to thrust in time with me and each withdrawal caused my fingers to slide through the now slippery crevice. We increased the pace and intensity as our passion began to build near to a climax.
With every stroke, I was trying drive my dick as hard and far into her as possible. PJ was matching every thrust and her pussy was hot and tight around the shaft of my cock.
I rolled forward while continuing to thrust with my hips and buried m y face in the crook of her neck.
She turned her mouth to my ear and growled 'I'm going to make it. Fuck me baby.! Fuck me baby!'

When I heard that I had reached the extent of my endurance.
A series of muscular spasms seemed to begin at the base of my spi ne and run right through my lower body all the way to the tip of my dick deep inside her pussy. With each spasm I spurted a hot jet of cum deep into her.
PJ had reached her limit and she cried out 'Ooh, Ooh, Ooh' in time with each thrust of her hips.

Her vaginal walls squeezed and relaxed around my cock with each wave of her orgasm It felt like her pussy was milking every drop of my essence and all of the feeling in my entire body was concentrated at the end of my dick.
I continued to thrust until I was completely drained and she was lying limp beneath me.

After I caught my breath, I got up and turned off the video camera.
I laid back down on the bed alongside PJ and held her in my arms.
She was almost asleep and in that moment of quiet before we had to get up and resume our normal afternoon activities, I had a small tingle of anticipation about how she would react later that night when we got to watch the tape.

The Brush-Off

Sweet Dream

By Amanda's fiancee ( JULY 99)

The three of us had just gotten back home from a night on the town.
She was very pretty, and the two of you had exchanged flirting looks throughout dinner.
When dinner was over, we went to the movies.
I sat on the end, you sat next to me, and she sat next to you.
There were times in the movie when the two of you had brushed your hands against eachother.
After that, we decided to go to a pub for some beer.
After about 2 beers each, we all decided it was about time to call it a night.
Since she had been drinking a little, we invited her in for a little bit.

We walked in the door, turned on the light, and turned on the tv.
I was very tired, and sat in my chair.
You two both sat on the couch.
Flipping through the late night programming, we all watched tv.
My eyes seemed to get heavier and heavier... finally, I had dozed off.
You and her continued to sit on the couch.
Her hand moved over to yours, and rested on top of it.
You turned your hand around, and you two held hands.
Your fingers slowly interlocking. You could see out of the corner of your eye that she was staring at you.
You turned to look at her, and as soon as you did, her hand grabbed the back of your head, and pulled you to her.
Quickly your lips pressed against eachother.
Your tongues played between your mouths.
As you kissed, her soft hands stroked your cheeks, and played through your hair. You did the same.

You brought your legs up on the couch, folding them under you, and she did the same.
There you sat, facing eachother... kissing deeply.
Her hands crept up under your shirt, and over your soft tummy. You loved the feel of her semi-long fingernails brushing up and down your tummy.
You raised your hands, and she pulled your shirt off... and you did the same to her.
You reached behind your back to unhook your bra, and she followed, by doing the same.
With her bra unhooked, your rubbed your hands down her shoulders... her straps falling down her arms.
Your hands rubbed down her chest, pulling her "C" sized cups from over her beautifully shaped breasts.
You leaned down, and began kissing her nipple.
They hardened very quickly, and your teeth softly bit down over them.
She moaned softly. You moved up to kiss her lips, and she pulled you to her.
The two of you hugged... your breasts pressed together... your cheeks rubbing against eachother. You could feel her breath on your ear. I continued to nap.
She whispered in your ear "where is your bedroom?" You then stood up, took her hand, and led her back into the room.
She sat on the edge of our bed, and you stood in front of her.
She grabbed you, and pulled your pretty little body to her.
You bent over to kiss her lips again, but that is not what she had in mind.
She unbuttoned your pants, and slowly unzipped them.
Both of your hands met as you pulled them down... along with your panties.
Your shaven little flower now exposed, you moved in closer.
With her still sitting on the bed, you put your knees up on the edge, on either side of her hips.
She grabbed your beautiful ass, and pulled hard.
Your soft, velvety lips pressed against her mouth.
Her mouth was coated with your soft nectar, as she licked, kissed, and sucked.
Your hips moved in small circles, as your hands pulled at her beautiful brown hair.
After a while of doing this, she scooted herself back on the bed, and you laid down on top of her. Kissing her wet mouth, you could clearly taste yourself on her. Both of your hearts were pounding.
You moved down and kissed her neck, her shoulders, her chest, and her breasts.
Licking your tongue around her nipples, they once again hardened quickly.
Moving further down, you licked her tummy, and stopped just short of her pant line.
You unbuttoned her pants, and unzipped.
Her hips raised off the bed, so you could pull them off. To your surprise, she was not wearing panties.
You laid your head down on her waist, with your cheek on her pubic bone.
You moved your face around over it.
Up and down, her silky soft lips rubbed against your cheek.
Your lips finally met her pussy.
You burrowed your mouth between her spread lips. Her juice glazing your mouth... it tasted so good to you.
Your hands wrapped around her hips, and your fingers dug into her cheeks.
Your face covered in her juice, you continued to rub your mouth in her pussy. Sucking and sucking on her clit, her hips bucked against you.
With your hands wrapped around her, you turned her over, on top of you.
She moved her hips around over your mouth, grinding her pussy against your face.
While you ate at her, your fingers found your own clit.
This was such a wonderful feeling for you!
You loved her smell, and her taste. Finally, after a while of doing this, you stopped, and moved up to kiss her mouth again.
With you on your back, she got up, and moved down towards your feet.
She sat between your legs, facing you.
Her left leg draped over your right leg, and your left leg draped over her right leg.
She moved up closer to you.
As she slowly moved closer to you, you could feel the heat from her sex intensify.

Then, finally, both of your soft, warm, wet pussy lips kissed. You pressed your flower against hers.
Both of your hips moved around in circles.
Just within reach of our bed was a small bottle of lubricant.
You grabbed it, opened it, and drizzled it over both of your pussies.
Now, extremely wet... your pussies kissed... hard, and deep. Her hand reached down and began rubbing your clit, and your did the same to her.
The two of you just laid there, masturbating eachother, while your soft pussies exchanged kisses.
You seemed to do this for a long time, both of your hips bucking against eachother.
You did this so long, that you felt yourself begin to cum.
With your fingers vigorously playing against her clit, her body stiffened, and she began to moan. She was cumming... hard.
You were so close to cumming, that this was enough to put you over the edge.
You both came together.
She grabbed your legs, and your grabbed hers.
Pulling your bodies together. As you both came, your bodies slowly moved around. Your pussies still tightly pressed against eachother. This felt so blissful.

The sound of both of your moaning awoke me.
I opened my eyes to find both of your shirts and bras strewn over the couch.
I knew what you two were doing, but I chose to stay where I was.
While in the bed room, the both of you were just winding down from two very intense orgasms. She moved up next to you, and wrapped her arms around you.
You draped your legs over hers.
You two kissed softly, and held. A few minutes passed, when she whispered in your ear, "thank you". You smiled at her, and thanked her too.
She told you that she could drive home now, so you both got up from the sweaty mattress.
She put her pants back on, but you stayed naked.
The both of you walked back in to the room I was in.
You looked at me, and saw that I was still asleep... or so you thought.
As you turned away from me to watch her put her bra and shirt back on, I opened my eyes to do the same.
Now with her fully dressed, you held her hand, and led her to the door.
You both wrapped your arms around eachother, and kissed one last time.
I laid there and watched, my excitement becoming apparent.
She whispered good bye, and you did the same. Then, she was gone.

You turned and looked at me, and saw me looking right back at you. We both exchanged smiles.
You walked over to me, and took my hand.
You led me into the bedroom.
The scent of 'female' hung in the room, making me even more excited.

We laid down, and made sweet sweet love until the dawn broke.

Jesse's First Video

I just wanted to add a little video for this Easter Sunday. For those of you not lucky enough to go search for eggs (or attempt to fertilize them), you may want to stroke yourself to Jesse.

I will admit that I sort of got bored while watching her play with her breasts, but you know, this video is for the guys. Enjoy!

Casual Video

Mommy Loves You

By STARR( JULY 99)

My step-mother, Angela, has the sexiest figure I've ever seen.
Her tits are the size and shape of cantaloupes. Her stomach is smooth and flat.
When the wind blows on hot summer nights, her copper-red hair plays on her soft, white shoulders.
From the moment I laid my gaze upon her 10 years ago, I've coveted every inch of her body.
She is now 40 years old, and my lust for her refuses to ebb.

In the summers, she throws frequent dinner parties for her rich friends at our coastal estate in South Carolina.
Last Saturday night, my father's business associates came over for hors 'd oevures and cocktails in the patio garden.
Angela wore dark eye make up and cherry-red lipstick.
Her satin black dress was so tight it appeared painted on.
The low-cut top left her shoulders bare and showed off ample cleavage.
A slit in the dress from her ankle to the knee exposed a stretch of magnificent leg.

All the men took turns flirting with her.
I sipped champagne near the rose bush and watched her work the crowd.
She would greet each guest with a moist kiss on the cheek, then politely laugh at their dull jokes.
If she felt attracted to a man, she would draw attention to her beautiful breasts by fondling the diamond, heart-shaped medallion hanging from her necklace.
As the man would stare at her tits, she would grab him by the arm and pull herself close to him. With her lips hovering centimeters above his ear, she would whisper something that would make him smile and pop an immediate boner.
Then Angela would gracefully wave good-bye and sashay across the patio to find another man to entertain.
She is a truly magnificent creature.

The party started to fade a few minutes before midnight.
A few stragglers sipped the dregs of their drinks and made plans to rendezvous at Emily's Place, the classy bar in town.
My step-mother was standing in a dark corner with my father's wealthiest client, Alex Kravinsky.
They could barely keep their hands off of each other.
He touched her hip. She whispered in his ear and pressed her tits into his chest.
It was all supposed to be innocent, of course.
But it was clear they wanted to tear off their clothes and ravage each other right there on the patio.

Everyone was gone by the time the grandfather clock chimed to mark the passing of another day.
I grabbed a bottle of champagne and went into my parent's room.
My step-mother's lingerie was in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
I dug through the silky contents until I found a lacy black teddy.
I spread out the garment on Angela's side of the bed and imagined she were wearing it.
Drinking deeply from the bottle, I thought of her luscious melons, her sweet kiss, her round shoulders.
My dick stiffened.
The more I drank and fantasized, the more I wanted her.

When I couldn't stand it anymore, I flung all of my clothes on the floor and flopped onto the bed.
I rubbed the teddy over my chest, then dragged it across my face.
It smelled of Angela's gardenia perfume.
I wrapped the teddy around my throbbing cock and started to jerk off.
I wanted to fuck my step-mother so badly, I could almost feel my cock inside her gushing pussy.

I didn't hear Angela enter the room.
'Nick, what are you doing?' she asked.
At first I thought it was my imagination. But when I opened my eyes, she was standing there, arms akimbo.
'I-I-I-I was just, um, I was --' I said.
She looked at me sternly, her eyes narrow
'Save it, Nick,' she said. 'Of all the dirty, nasty, kinky things you could have done, you decided to dig through my lingerie drawer.
I don't know where you get your ideas from.'

I wanted to melt into the bed and disappear forever.
Suddenly, she smiled.
'But I like how you think,' Angela said.
I searched for words, something to express relief, but none came. It turns out I didn't have to say anything.
'Would you like to munch mommy's carpet?' she asked.
She pulled down the front part of her dress, unloading those two giant melons.
She slowly slid off the rest of her dress, then got on her hands and knees and crawled across the rumpled covers like a cat.

'Lay down,' she said. 'It's time for you to suck my tits.'
As she dangled her breasts in my face, I steadied one and circled the nipple with my tongue.
I took the entire pink part into my mouth and she cooed.
Her scent filled my nostrils.
'You are so fucking good for mommy,' she said.
'Do you like to suck your mommy's tits?'

I responded with an eager groan, then started working on the other breast.
Her elbows weakened as I pulled her nipple into my mouth.
The giant pillow of flesh pressed into my face. I nearly suffocated, but I didn't care:
I just sucked harder. Angela's heart was racing so fast she, too, could barely breathe.

'You've done such a good job for mommy, it's time for your special treat,' she said with a huff.

Angela positioned her knees just above my shoulders.
Her glistening pussy hovered inches from my face.
Angela's red bush was shaved into a thin mohawk.
The musty scent mingled with gardenia perfume and wafted into my nostrils, sending beautiful pulses into my soul.
'Lick mommy's pussy,' Angela said.
I touched the tip of my tongue to her outer labia.
Her juice tasted sweeter than a peach hand-picked by God Himself.
My tongue danced across her slit.
I savored every drop of nectar that fell from her lips.

'Now I want you to really eat my cunt,' Angela said, shoving her pussy into my face.
'Stick your tongue deep inside me.'
I stuck my mouth muscle into her snatch.
'Ooooh yesss!' she screamed. 'Make mommy cum.'
Angela worked her hips back and forth.
My entire face was covered with her juice.
I caressed her back as she pulled my hair.
She came in a series of violent shudders, her milky cum dripping down my cheeks.
Angela laid on her side next to me and gazed into my eyes.
'You did a very good job of licking mommy's pussy,' she said.
Angela dragged her tongue across my lips.
'Mmmmmm, I love the taste of my own cum,' she said.
'Does your cum taste like that, too?
'I don't know,' I said.
'Well, I think it's time mommy found out,' I said.
She got between my legs and grabbed the base of my cock.
'It's soooooo big,' Angela said.
She flicked the urethra with the tip of her tongue.
My cock swelled to its largest size ever.
With wet lips, Angela dropped her mouth onto my throbbing prick.
Her hair flopped on my thighs as she bobbed her head.
I ran my fingers across her shoulders and moaned.
'Oooooh mommmmy,' I said. 'I love it.'
On the down-stroke, she was taking my entire pole into her mouth.
She was gagging, but didn't seem to care:
She just wanted my cock inside her, I guess.
I tensed just before I came. Her lips still around my cock, Angela shrieked.

I shot a bucket-load of hot jizz deep into her throat.
She pumped my rod for every drop.
When my well was empty, Angela threw her head back and opened her mouth to show me the cum on her tongue.
She let my love milk slide down her throat.
A thin line dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. She lapped it up with a smile.

Naked, we went down stairs and sat together under a live oak drooping with Spanish moss and sipped champagne.
The maid came outside with a gray bus boy bin.
She shot a queer look at us.
'Clean the guests' mess later, Rosalita,' Angela said.
'And not a word of this to anyone or you're going back to the tomato fields. Understand?'
Rosalita nodded and slipped through a screen door.
Angela turned toward me and put her hand on my knee.
Her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
'Nick, mommy likes having sex with you very much,' she said. 'But we musn't tell your father.'
I nodded.
'I suppose you know I fuck all of your father's clients,' she said.
'Actually, I didn't,' I said.
'Well, I do,' she said.
'That's how he gets his clients, how we pay for this house and these parties and all these other extravagances. But it's different with us. He wouldn't understand.'
'I know,' I said.
'We'll only fuck each other when he's away, and he'll never find out,' she said.
Three days later, my father landed a big deal with Alex Kravinsky.
He had to go to Russia for a week -- and what a great week it was.

A Girl-Girl Flick

Nancy's Graduation Party

By Anon ( JULY 99)

From the day that my sexy wife decided that she wanted to let eight men gangbang her on her wedding night she had become more and more insatiable with each passing day.
There was hardly a day went by that she didn't find someone new to play with her sexy body and sample her hot willing pussy.
Most of the time Nancy wasn't satisfied to let only one man fuck her.
Most nights she had to have at least four or five men fuck her to partially satisfy her wild horny cravings for sex.

Nancy originally decided to become a wild whore to make my fantasy of having a wild horny wife a reality.
After the first cock plunged into her virgin pussy on her wedding night Nancy found that from then on she could never seem to get enough.
She found that she loved the thrill of getting fucked by lots of different men more than anything else she ever did.

Nancy was a very beautiful and sexy woman when we were married. She stood five foot four inches tall and weighed in at one hundred and five pounds.
At the time her sexy body measured 36C-20-35.
A couple of years after we were married Nancy fulfilled a dream that she had had for a long time.
Although she had bigger that average breasts Nancy had always wanted gigantic big tits.
In January of 1965 Nancy underwent breast augmentation to increase her breasts to the much bigger size that she had wanted for a long time. Nancy's gorgeous body was now an eye popping 36FFF-20-35, which absolutely thrilled her.

With my hearty approval Nancy was going out four or five nights a week. She was very seldom satisfied with only one man so Nancy had usually been fucked by four or more different men before she came home from her night out.
My sexy wife spent more time letting men fuck her in the back seat of a car, in motels, or in someone's apartment than she spent at home.
She was off getting it on with other men so much that when she was home it was so exciting that it almost seemed like something new.

When I came home from work one night Nancy was getting ready to go out for the night.
As I watched her primp and get her sexy body ready for her night out she told me that she wanted to give a graduation party for one of the neighborhood boys and some of his friends.
Nancy told me that Duane, one of the local farmers had just happened to come by the house today and she talked to him about setting up a graduation party for his son and his friends.
Duane was one of the lucky few men that Nancy would have sex with any time he came over.
She usually didn't have sex with the same man very often because she liked to let men she had never seen fuck her because she said that it was more exciting.
He hadn't been over to see my sexy wife for over a month so in a matter of minutes they were on the bed and he was fucking my gorgeous wife's hot cunt.

After they were finished Nancy talked to Duane about her idea of giving a graduation party for Earl, Duane's son, who was going to graduate from high school in June.
Nancy told Duane that she wanted to give a party for Earl and several of his classmates to celebrate their graduating from high school.

Nancy said that Duane was laughing when he asked her what kind of graduation party she was planning to give the boys.
When Nancy told him that the boys would be eighteen years old and that she thought that it would be a great for her to give them some actual experience in sex education.
Duane said that it was ok with him and told Nancy that as much as he enjoyed fucking her he knew that Earl and his friends were going to have a great time.
Nancy told him that she was planning to invite Earl and ten to twelve of his classmates to come over and party with her on their graduation night.

Nancy talked to Earl about having a graduation party for him and several of his friends. She told him that there would not be any drinking but she would make sure that they all had a lot of fun.
As Earl had gotten older he had begun to flirt and make some slightly suggestive remarks to Nancy so when she told him that she would be sure that they all had a lot of fun he immediately knew exactly what kind of fun they would be having. Earl was very excited about the party and what he knew would be happening when they were there.
Of the twelve boys that were invited to the graduation party ten of them told Earl that they would definitely be coming.
The other two wanted to come but their families had something planned and told them that they had to be there.

On June 14, 1968 at 8 o'clock, Earl and his friends came to the house for their graduation party.
Nancy was very excited about having all these young men over to have a party with her and she had dressed and made herself up very carefully because she wanted to impress them.
As the boys began to arrive Nancy met them at the door dressed in an extremely low cut blouse with out any bra.
Her big breasts made it look like she had a couple of beach balls under her blouse.
She was also wearing a very short miniskirt that just barely covered her beautiful shaved pussy.
She had on a black garter and black stockings but wasn't wearing any panties.
When Nancy men these young men at the door I thought several of them were going to choke on their tongues when they saw Nancy and reality began to set in as to what they were in store for this evening.
Nancy grabbed each one of them and gave them a very long slow kiss as they entered.
It didn't take very much to turn these boys on because they immediately began to touch and feel my wife's great body.

Nancy had set up a buffet style dinner for them and for the next hour or so everyone sat around eating and joking with each other.
After the dinner was over I told the boys that there would not be any drinking at this party and that I didn't want them to get rowdy.
They all agreed as they looked hungrily at my wife's sexy body and big tits almost falling out of her blouse. I told them that they could have Nancy for the night and could do anything to her as long as no one got hurt. As I walked out of the room I told them, 'she's all yours boys, have fun.'
Nancy walked over to the stereo and put on some music, telling the boys to sit down and she would dance and strip for them if they were interested.
They all cheered as she started swaying to the beat of the music. Although she didn't have on very many clothes she made it very exciting as she slowly took them of and played with herself for them.

When she was finished stripping Nancy beckoned Earl over to her and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, letting them drop to the floor.
Several of the other boys started to come over but Nancy told them that for their first time she was going to let them fuck her just one at a time.
As young and as excited as he was it didn't take Earl over five minutes to spurt his load of cum into Nancy's horny cunt. Immediately after he was done another of the boys took his place as Nancy reached down and guided his hard young cock into her steaming pussy.
Nancy began to have one orgasm after another as the young men took turns mounting her and filling her cunt with their hard cocks.
Being so young and eager it took less than one hour for all ten of these boys to fuck Nancy and fill her up with there hot cum.

Even though each of the ten boys had already fucked her it only took a few minutes and they were ready to go again.
Nancy now began to show them some of the different ways that she liked to get fucked.
One of the ways had Nancy with a cock in her cunt, one in her ass, a cock in each hand while she sucked of another.
The boys really liked this setup because they didn't have to wait as long before another turn at playing with Nancy came around.
As they were fucking her Nancy kept telling them that she didn't want them to be gentle but that she wanted them to fuck her as hard as they could.
As I looked down on these activities from the top of the stairs I also became very excited as these young boys began to ram their cocks into my wife's waiting cunt as hard as they possibly could.
This really worked for Nancy as she began to have an almost continuous string for very big orgasms.

This scene was repeated over and over for the entire evening as the boys continued to fuck Nancy time after time. At about 3 o'clock the next morning Nancy told them that it was about time for them to be going home.
She told them that she had had a wonderful time partying with them and hoped that they had also had a lot of fun.
They all immediately thanked her and said that it had been the best party that they had ever been to.
What a sight it was to watch as my naked wife walked these young men to the door to say goodbye.
They all took one last feel of her great tits and pussy as she gave each of them a very long slow kiss.

They were finally all gone and Nancy started up the stairs to our bedroom.
Watching her as she came up the stairs I became very excited.
It was very exciting to watch her big tits bounce as she came up the stairs.
She had cum caked all over her belly and some was still dribbling out of her pussy and running down her legs.
As she came to the room Nancy said that she was still very excited and wanted me to finish off the great night by having me fuck her.
As excited as I had been watching her as she was repeatedly fucked over and over at the party it wasn't very long before I climaxed and mixed my load of cum in with all the others deep inside of her hot cunt.

Montage of Girls Kissing

Pirates

By Nicholas Proxy( JULY 99)

'I'm looking, I'm just not seeing.' Joan Vaughn held the cell phone to her ear with her shoulder so that she could keep her hands tucked in the warmth of her armpits.
Her flats had little traction on the wet grass as she walked around to the back of the old house.

'I'm sure they did say the key was in the planter, but I'm here, and believe me there is no planter next to this stupid house.'
She looked at the rain gutters, plugged up from months of neglect and bent from the morning's rain.
'I'm not doing that, Dan.' She put her face against the window and peered into the dark empty room inside.
'Because I'm wearing a white blouse and the window sills are filthy and the buyers are going to be here in 20 minutes, you jerk.'
Joan's breath had fogged the glass too much to see through, and she stepped back to look up to the second floor.
'Dammit!'
The house overlooked the inlet and Joan turned toward the water.
She looked through the mist at a few lobster boats bobbing on their moorings.
'Fine. Just send someone with a key.
It's fucking freezing out here.'

She snapped off the phone and started for the old dock that stretched out from the house over the inlet.
The dock was very long, stretching about seventy feet out. And it was low tide, so it was about twenty feet down to the water.
But a weatherworn box was mounted at the end of the dock, and it looked like a good place to hide a key.

About ten steps onto the dock, Joan felt the first drops on her face.
'Shit!' She covered her breasts with her arms as best she could and quickened her pace.
As the rain came own harder, Joan moved faster, until she was running down the dock.
Ten feet from the box, the boards shifted under her.
Creak.
She stopped still in her tracks.
She looked down and saw the whole dock move a foot to the left, and twenty feet below, the rain pummeled the swirling sea.
'Oh God oh God oh God.' Joan held her breath as the rain soaked her through.
The old wood swayed beneath her.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
With a horrible splintering, the dock collapsed into the sea.
For a moment in the freezing water, Joan didn't know which way was up.
She struggled her feet out of her flats and tried to see where to swim.
A broken plank brushed her thigh on it's way to the surface and Joan followed it.
With a gasp of air she breached the surface just long enough to see that the shore was farther away than she thought.
Then she was knocked under again by the waves.

The water was so cold and dark and the sudden rain drove harder with every moment.
Joan felt the salt water in her eyes and nose and her mind spun with the sea.
Something alive clamped on to her arm.
She tried to wrench herself free of the creature but it held tightly, and pulled.
Joan's head bumped against wood as she thrashed and as her head breached the water, she screamed a watery cry.
'Stop twisting or I'll lose you!'
The desperate voice filled her ear.
Something grasped her other arm and she suddenly knew that these things were not vicious aquatic attackers, but the strong, rough hands of a fisherman.
And Joan was pulled from the sea.
'Are there any others?' Shouted the fisherman, his eyes darting across the waves.
Joan looked up from where she lay on the deck of the lobster boat at the lanky young man in the soaking t-shirt.
'No. Just me,' she managed to utter.
'Ok.' He gasped, almost as out of breath and scared as Joan was. 'I didn't-- are you all right?'
He dropped to his knees to look at Joan, his eyes moving quickly across her, looking for blood.
'I'm ok. I'm....just , that was scary.'
She looked up at his eyes, which had stopped scanning for injury and now lingered, on her chest.
She looked down at her blouse.
The thin, white fabric clung to her heaving breasts, and her dark nipples had hardened tightly, pressing out a half inch.
She moved her arm across her chest and stood up.
'Can we get out of the rain?' She asked.
'In here.'
The two went into the small, enclosed part of the boat where the man turned up the space heater in the corner.
Joan looked around for a place to sit, but her options were limited.
There were long compartments built into the sides of the boat that looked right to sit on, except for the layers of grime.
Joan took an orange life preserver off a hook.
'You won't need that.' The man said, getting up from the heater.
'No, to sit on,' she replied, and dropped it on the lid of one compartment.
The man opened the other one and rooted around inside.
Joan sat down and looked at the man who had saved her life.
'What's your name?' Joan asked.
His young, open face turned to her. 'Pete,' he said.
'Thank you Pete.'
'I don't see any dry clothes.' He dropped the lid shut.
'There's a blanket in that one.'
Joan stood up and Pete got the dark gray blanket out.
'My names Joan,' she said.
'It's damp, but it's wool, so it'll still warm you.'
He handed her the coarse army blanket.
'Thanks again.' Joan looked at the way his old black t-shirt flattened, wet, against the lean muscles of his back.
'What about you?'
'I'm fine.' He peeled the shirt off his torso, the cloth trying to cling to his arms and chest.
Joan noticed a thin chain, loose around his neck.
Joan looked away, and found herself staring at an old, worn copy of playboy lying open by the steering wheel.
The woman in the picture was supposed to be a pirate.
She had a red bandana tied around her hair and a cutlass in her hand.
Her bodice was open and her breasts were as full and smooth as Joan's own.
Joan blushed and glanced quickly back at Pete, who stood wringing out his shirt onto the floor.
'I don't know how to get you back to shore, exactly,' he said, without looking over at her.
'What do you mean?'
'I took my dad's rowboat out here. I don't have the keys to the boat.'
He snaked his limber torso back into the damp shirt.
'And we can't row until the rain stops.'
'Why'd you come out here without keys?' Joan asked, though she thought she knew.
'Get out of the house.' Pete sat down on the opposite bench, and shrugged. 'Smoke a little pot.'
Joan pulled the damp blanket tighter around her.
He was right, it was warm.
'How long do we have to wait, you think?'
'Dunno.'
For a minute the two just sat in the boat, listening to the rain on the sea outside.
Out the window, Joan could make out distant headlights by the house, and she knew the buyers were right now trying to figure out where the hell she was.
It crossed her mind that they never would.
'Do you, by chance, have- uh, anymore of that pot?'
Pete looked up at Joan. She smiled slightly.
'Do you smoke?' He asked.
'uh.. little. In college. Not in a while.'
Joan brushed some hair out of her eyes.
Pete blinked at her for a moment.
Then reached into his pocket and pulled out a black film canister and a white pipe.
Joan watched as he knocked the ash out and loaded the pipe from the canister.
'I think this lighter is shot,' said Pete, and tossed the waterlogged lighter toward a trashcan.
'Oh. I have one in my purse.' Joan reached around near her side.
'Which is, of course, somewhere in the ocean.' She smiled sheepishly at Pete, who was already rummaging in a jar by the wheel. 'My dad's got to have some matches around. Hold this'
Pete handed Joan the pipe and she examined it carefully.
It was small, and ivory, hand carved like a gray whale.
'Is this an antique?'
'Beats me.' Pete sat down on the bench beside her.
'Found it on the beach two years ago. Here.'
Pete lit a match, and Joan lifted the ivory to her lips.
Pete held the match still and Joan breathed gently in.
'Certainly a change from my Marlboros,' she said, as she exhaled the smoke.
For the first time, Pete smiled.

He took a quick hit and passed it back to Joan, who took a long, slow drag.
As she held in the smoke, she stared again at the pipe. The pot was kicking in, and Joan felt her mind start to change it's familiar paths.
She didn't feel stupider; she just felt her attention moving to parts of her brain that she hadn't paid attention to in a long time.
She let the smoke escape her lungs. 'I don't have anything like this.'
'What?' Asked Pete. He was pulling seeds out of the canister.
'This pipe. I never hold anything in my hands that is old and hand-carved.'
Pete looked up at her, but she still stared at the ivory pipe.
'Everything I touch is disposable.'
'I guess it is nice.'
Pete took it gently from her hands and looked at it himself.
Joan leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and listened to Pete take a deep drag.
'Did you come out here to look at that magazine?' She asked.
Pete was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke.
'Yeah. I guess.'
Joan still leaned back, still had her eyes closed.
'God, ' she said. 'I used to masturbate a lot. But I've been so busy for ' She leaned forward and opened her eyes. ' years.'
'I didn't say-'
'Is that magazine your favorite?'
'What do you mean?'
'I had a favorite, when I masturbated in high school.
A romance novel. I even took it to college.'

Pete put the pipe and canister back in his pocket.
'What was it about?'
Joan turned and looked at Pete.
His eyes were sky blue, and his curly, auburn hair was a little long, and wild.
'Pirates,' she said.
The two looked gently at each other.
The orange glow from the boat's single bulb was the only light on the dark bay.
Pete leaned an inch closer to Joan, and Joan leaned in too.
As their lips touched, Joan felt a warmth rise in her belly.
He put one hand on the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her wet hair, and kissed her deeply.
Joan's eyes slipped shut and she relaxed her body into his arms.
A moment later, their lips softly parted.

Joan looked up into Pete's wide eyes.
She moved away slightly and stood up, dropping the blanket to the deck. Her blouse still clung, wet, to her flesh, and she watched Pete's hungry eyes roam over her proud tits and linger on her stiff, dark nipples.
She reached between two buttons and undid the front clasp.
A small tug and her heaving breasts were out of the bra cups, straining directly against the wet blouse.
'Come here,' she whispered.

In a moment Pete hands were on Joan's chest, pulling apart the thin material.
As soon as the shirt was open, she felt the heat of his mouth envelop a cold tit.
Her nipple hardened more, even as his mouth warmed it, and she felt his wild tongue dancing over her nub.

His hands clutching her back, his mouth devouring her tits, Joan pulled Pete's t-shirt up his back until it bunched at his shoulder blades.
He pulled away for a moment and he pulled the shirt over his head.
Joan clutched his bare torso, the side of her head against his smooth chest.
She ran her hands down his abs as he fumbled with his belt.
He opened his fly just as Joan's searching hands reached it.
Pete wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock sprung out into Joan's grasp.
She felt it, iron hard in her hand, and slowly slid down his body. 'Oh God,' Pete cried out, as his aching hard-on slid between Joan's heavy tits.
His hands came down on either side, and pressed her globes around his throbbing cock.
Joan looked up, into his eyes, and saw his overwhelming pleasure.
Together, they massaged his dick with her breasts, which were becoming warmer with every moment.
Joan undid her pants and pulled them and her panties down to her knees.
As Pete's cock breached her deep cleavage, her tongue swirled around the bulging head.
'Ohhh!' Pete's cock throbbed. Joan dropped to her knees, and as his stiff member slid out of her tits, she opened her mouth and took him down her throat.
'Ungggg!' Pete's fingers dug into her ample tit flesh.
Joan slid his cock in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the underside.
She yanked down his jeans and ran her hands over his young ass, which was already starting to sweat.
She could feel his cock throb in her mouth as she slid her lips up and down his thick shaft. Pete's balls tensed and he slid out of her hot mouth.
Pete dropped to his knees and Joan flopped back on the blanket. In an instant, he had her pants crumpled in the corner and was running his tongue up the inside of her quivering thigh.
She could feel his hard-on pulsing against her leg and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
Then she remembered where she was.
'Oooooaaannhhhhh,' she let the sound run out of her mouth without resistance.
Pete's tongue plunged deep into her pussy, and her juices flowed hot into his mouth.
His hands clutched her hips and pulled her pussy toward his ravaging mouth.

'Unggg .' Joan grasped her own tits in her hands, kneading the flesh as Pete's tongue found her hardened clit.
'AhhhhUNNNNgggg!'
Joan pulled on her long nipples and rolled her head back.
Pete's strong tongue slid over her clit, massaging it deeply with firm, focused pressure. He ground his cock into her leg and stared up at her nipples, which Joan was twisting in her fingers.

Pete could bare it no longer.
He dove onto Joan's twisting body and plunged his hard, thick cock into her soaking pussy.
The passage was tight, and as it opened to his thrusting member both Joan and Pete moaned in pleasure.
Joan could feel her hole filled with the throbbing cock, and her heart leapt in her chest.
As he vigorously worked his rod in and out of her slippery pussy, his pelvis bone ground into hers.
His face was buried in her neck and the boat rocked with their fucking and the waves of the sea. Joan felt ever4ything she had coursing toward the pleasure in her pussy.
It was overwhelming.
'I! I!' She was coming, but she couldn't form the words.
'UUUUnnnnnghhHGHGHGHghh!!!!!!' The muscles in her pussy clenched so hard around Pete's cock that he pulled his head back in shock.
He stared as Joan's eyes rolled back in her head and her arms grasped desperately to his thin, sweaty back.
Pete's nuts pulsed. He slowly drove his cock once more into Joan's pulsing hole, and felt his cock erupt into throbbing orgasm.
Joan felt his hot come bursting into her pussy and another wave of euphoria surged through her.
They clutched each other tightly, until the throbbing slowly relaxed.
Pete collapsed his weight onto Joan's body and she wrapped her arms around him.
She stared at the bulb hanging from the ceiling above, watching it sway with the movement of the sea.
She smelled the sweat on his shoulders and felt the lingering twitches inside her.
'Thank you, Pete.' She whispered.

The next day, as Joan was finally doing laundry, she put her hand into the pocket of her sea-soaked pants.
Inside was something small and hard.
She pulled out the ivory pipe from the pocket where Pete must have put it.
Hand carved, like a gray whale.
Joan stood in the basement, just holding it, for a very long time.

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