By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only just begun.

Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks.

But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin's sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26 years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come.

Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him, her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last 15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant because of his lack of experience - would it be obvious to Lori? Would she judge him negatively for it?

And hesitant because he honestly didn't know whether he the sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn't know whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori's warm mouth, had been powerful but now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh.

"So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that came from?" Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on his leg.

"Sure.." Martin stuttered. "But it might take me a while to recover..."

His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and embarrassment flowed through him.

Lori giggled. "Don't worry - it will be 'new balls' in no time at all."

Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease.

"Shall we go to the bedroom? There's more space than on this couch which will give us a few more options." Lori grinned.

"Sure. Let's do it." Martin said, committing himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn't let him down. The alternative was to make a lame excuse to leave - something he knew he would end up regretting for a very long time.

Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori's house had. In the centre of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly reflected Lori's personality - but he now knew that underneath the demure, controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too eager to emerge.

Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude.

"Ok, I have an idea." Lori smiled. "You said you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And right now I'm feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So....why don't you pretend you're that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here and join me?

Martin gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Even the slightest inkling of what Lori was suggesting sent a pulse of life through his previously dormant cock. It didn't take long before the confirmation came.

Lori reached over and opened the oak drawer of her bedside cabinet, pulling out a sleek plum coloured vibrator which was slightly curved with a silver band around the middle. She threw herself back on the bed, her head resting against a white linen pillow and drew her knees up and apart, displaying her white tennis panties which were now visibly stained with her juices from their earlier passion. A new darker patch had begun to form due to her current excited state.

Lori pressed the white button underneath the silver band and a low buzzing sound began to be heard from her toy. She pressed the vibrating wand against her pussy and immediately let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin stared in awe at the scene before him.

Lori's eyes, full of fire, were fixed on Martin's face as he gazed, transfixed at this vision of seeming innocence and wantonness combined. In over a quarter of a century he had never seen his wife like this, yet he was fulfilling his fantasy with Lori in less than an hour in her home.

He felt his cock begin to stir back to life.

The sensations emanating from Lori's pussy and spreading throughout her body were already clearly getting the better of her. Her mouth was now opened wide and groans were sounding from the back of her throat as the vibrator did its work. Lori's eyes however, remained firmly fixed on Martin, his own mouth open in awe of the sight before him. Every so often they would move from Martin's eyes and drop down to his groin where his cock was now extending and stiffening by the second. This sight clearly was contributing to her growing excitement.

Suddenly, and without warning Lori yanked back the thin material of her panties, revealing her swollen and glistening crimson pussy lips. As she did so she plunged the purple wand into her soft folds of flesh, her lips parting and enveloping the toy which Martin also noticed had increased in its frequency and intensity. He also noticed Lori's slick wetness begin to drip down the vibrator as she urgently thrust it deep into her flesh cunt.

The sight of all of this was overwhelming for Martin. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest but more than that his attention was drawn to his now fully swollen cock. It had been resurrected and now stood to attention against his stomach like a soldier ready for duty.

He was torn. Part of him wanted to continue to watch this incredibly sexual woman bring herself to a climax with her device. But the urge to join her and feel his own flesh merge with hers was even greater. He moved his body the short distance across to her and grabbed the waistband of her tennis skirt, pulling it over her legs as she cooperatively raised her ass to allow it to come down. The built in panties came off with it, leaving Lori laying naked on her bed, her legs parted and the vibrator still pulsating inside her.

Martin grabbed Lori's right hand gently moving the toy out of her pussy lips, noticing the slick squelch of liquid pleasure and suction as she did so. But he wasn't intending to leave her unattended for long. His hands reached round and grabbed Lori's firm ass cheeks pulling them up towards him as his face sunk deep into her groin. The scent of her sex was immediately intoxicating to him, the musky odour overpowering and stimulating him at the same time. He felt like he was in heaven.

Martin's mouth moved toward the soft flesh of Lori's pussy. His tongue tasted her delicious juices which were flowing out of her incredibly liberally, at least as far as Martin's limited experience had taught him. He lapped the sweet liquid up and then his tongue moved up to the hard button at the top of Lori's lips which he knew was the wellspring of her pleasure.

As his tongue began to flick over her clit Martin heard Lori groan loudly and then exclaim 'Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! That's so good.' He felt her hips press into his face as she urgently desired her pleasure to increase. Martin increased the pace of his tongue flicking over her clit, alternating it every so often with a gentle sucking on her protruding nub.

Lori had already been well on the way to her orgasm and the attention being given to her body by Martin was now beginning to tip her over the edge. Her cries were increasingly without any abandon and Martin was certain could surely be heard from outside through her slightly open bedroom windows.

Lori didn't care. She screamed, moaned and writhed with pleasure.

"Oh yes. Oh fuck. That's it. Lick my clit. Drink my cunt juice. Make me come Martin. Make me come."

Martin's whole body was shaking with excitement as his tongue raced across Lori's clit faster than he ever thought it could. His cock was pressing against the bed as he lay on it and he found that he was thrusting his groin into the mattress as he ate Lori out so that bolts of pleasure would shoot through his own body.

"Yes, oh yes" Lori gasped. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Martin felt her body tense and stiffen for a second, and then as the tsunami of pleasure overtook her he felt her thighs clasp momentarily around his head. For a second he couldn't breathe, but at that moment he really didn't care.

Then as her flesh released its hold on him he was shocked to feel a warm jet of liquid spurt into his mouth. Instinctively he pulled away and a second later felt another burst splash against his face and eyes. And then a third which spattered on his cheek and began to drip down to his chin.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck! Shit! Shit." Lori cried as her spasms of pleasure began to subside.

Martin grunted and laughed at the same time, pulling his face away from the liquid which was now spattered in a rainbow arc, soaking the part of the bed on which Lori was laying. He looked up into her eyes which conveyed a mixture of raw passion, shock and a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh fuck Martin. I'm so sorry. I don't usually do that. I would have warned you. Are you ok?"

Martin looked at her and grinned. "Oh I'm more than OK Lori. That was so hot - you will never know!"

He moved toward her and kissed her, his face still covered in her sticky juices. Her mouth parted and they kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, each tasting the sweet liquid which had just flowed from Lori's cunt.

Martin's senses were stimulated to overload as endorphins coursed through his body. His anxiety and any lingering shyness had dissipated and had been replaced by an overwhelming urge to fuck this wanton creature who lay in an increasingly disheveled state before him.

Lori observed the transformation in his demeanour and the lust in his eyes and instinctively reached for him.

"Are you going to fuck me now Martin? Are you finally going to stick your hard cock in me and fuck me until I come again?" she urged.

"Yes, I fucking well am," growled Martin, surprised by his new found confident aggression.

"Well come on then. I need you in me now. I need your cock filling my cunt. I need you deep inside me pounding me until you come into me."

Martin needed no more encouragement. Taking Lori's shapely legs with his hands he lifted them up off the bed and threw them across his sinewy shoulders. Lori's body moved toward him and her pussy lips spread and glistened invitingly as Martin's cock drew towards it.

A second later his cock was at her warm entrance but this was no time for teasing or hesitation. With a guttural moan Martin pushed his cock deep into the warm folds of flesh, revelling in the exquisite sensation engulfing it as he slid deeper and deeper into Lori's pussy.

Lori groaned loudly as she felt Martin's thick cock pierce her and drive down deep into her willing body. As the tip of Martin's cock pressed against her cervix Lori felt as full as she had ever experienced. The angle of her legs and pussy meant that Martin's long hard member was going as deep as it could.

Then in an instant she felt it withdraw and then plunge down once again as Martin's wild abandon took hold.

Martin was like a man possessed. His only thought was to consume Lori with his rapture. His arms tensed against the bed, supporting his weight. His face loomed over Lori's and he looked into her startled yet lustful eyes and wide open mouth as he thrust again and again into her warm wet body. Despite the fact that he had already come less than an hour ago he was already sensing his orgasm building in his tight balls as they slapped rhythmically against Lori's firm ass.

"Oooh yes, that's right", Lori squealed. "Fuck me deep. Split me in two with your hard cock. It feels so fucking good Martin. So fucking good. I want you to make me come again. I want to you to feel me come around your hard...fucking...cock"

Lori's dirty talk was exciting Martin even more and he felt tingling sensation in his balls quickly spreading up from the base of his shaft with each thrust he made. He knew that at this pace he wouldn't last long. Part of him wanted to give in to this abandon and shoot his come right into her, but another part was still able to persuade him to prolong the impending ecstasy. He knew he wanted more of Lori's ass. That ass that had so transfixed him on the tennis court.

Martin drew his cock back one more time from Lori's pussy but this time he withdrew it completely. Lori gasped, partly in disappointment at the sudden emptiness she felt, but partly in pleasure as the tip of Martin's cock flicked up against her swollen clit as it pulled out of her.

"Get on your knees," Martin urged. "I want to fuck you like a dog."

Martin couldn't quite believe these words were coming from his mouth. He had never spoken like this before in his life. Who was this wanton woman before him who had the power to transform and transport him to such baseness. But then he didn't really care. He was revelling in it. And he could see Lori was completely taken over by it too. Their animalistic urges had taken over and in that context his command was completely appropriate. And they both knew it.

"Oooh - taking control now are we?" Lori gasped. "Well Ok - whatever you want. I'm all yours."

Lori pulled her body up and swung around so that she was on her knees with her hands stretched out toward the head of the bed. Her round ass loomed toward Martin and as her ass cheeks parted slightly he got his first glimpse of her dark anus nestling between them. For a moment Martin had a strong urge to part her cheeks further and penetrate Lori's secret place - the intensity of the desire shocked him as he had never even considered it before with Jenny.

But, realizing that Lori would not be expecting such an intrusion and desperate to continue his journey toward his orgasm, he instead guided his cock back into Lori's warm and increasingly wet pussy.

Lori groaned as he once again pressed deep into her - her juices flowing freely as Martin's cock passed through her.

As Martin began to once again thrust ever more quickly into her he reached his right hand around her slim waist and moved it down until he felt her hard clit dripping with excitement.

The air was now filled with noises of their increasingly uncontrolled passion. The slapping of Martin's body and balls against Lori's ass. The squelching of her juices as his fingers rubbed her hard clit. The high pitched squeals emitting from Lori's mouth as she felt her orgasm suddenly begin to build in her at Martin's ministrations. The rhythmical grunts from Martin as his own orgasm quickly approached once more.

"Oh fuck Martin. That's so good. I'm going to come again. You're going to make me come again," Lori gasped

"I'm going to come too," Martin responded. "I can feel it. I'm going to come deep into you".

"Yes. Come in my cunt. Shoot your fucking load right into my wet cunt Martin. I want to feel it"

That was it. Lori's foul mouthed exhortations tipped Martin over the edge. He knew he was at the point of no return. These last thrusts were going to be the deepest yet - he felt he wanted to split her frail body in two.

"Yes. Yes. I'm going to fucking come in your cunt Lori. I'm coming. Oh...I'm coming. Fuuuck"

Martin's body began to convulse as he felt the first and most powerful wave begin to wrack his body and he could no longer speak - only emit deep grunts from the back of his throat. Each thrust sent a new rainbow of sensations through his body, radiating out from his cock as he shot his come deep into Lori's cunt. Three, four, five, six times...

And as the strength of each ejaculation began to subside he became more aware of Lori's ascent to her own pleasure and her own verbal ejaculations.

"Oh my fucking life. Keep rubbing my clit Martin. I'm going to come too. Fuck me Martin. I'm coming. I'm coming with you."

Martin felt Lori's pussy suddenly contract around his cock. And then again. And again. Her ass pressed urgently against him as each spasm shook her body. And with each one a high pitched squeal came from her open mouth.

Martin's own orgasm had subsided now but it seemed like Lori's was continuing on as strong as ever. Her ass kept on thrusting back toward him for what seemed like 15 or 20 seconds as her pleasure continued.

Finally Lori slumped forward onto the bed, her arms splayed out. Martin felt his cock slowly slipping out of her with the movement, her slick juices combined with his come and the slow softening of his cock resulted in it slithering out, tracking down her left thigh leaving a glistening trail down her leg.

Martin moved over and lay down beside Lori, both of them exhausted by their exertions, their breathing still deep and pronounced. Martin gazed into Lori's sparkling and satiated eyes, he himself feeling a satisfaction that he couldn't quite remember experiencing in such a way before. It wasn't the same comfortable ease and security he had felt after making love with Jenny. Instead he felt his heart pounding loudly in the aftermath of the new, unrefined sexual side of him that had emerged.

Lori grinned at him as he stared at her.

"Well mister. I don't know what I was expecting would happen today but I certainly wasn't expecting that from you! You are full of surprises"

"So are you," retorted Martin. "I always thought of you as very ordered, proper and controlled. But a different side of you came out today."

"Mmm," Lori beamed. "I'm full of surprises! But now I'm wondering what else is in you that's going to 'come out.' I can't wait to find out."

"Neither can I," mused Martin, his mind flitting back to the image of Lori's anus which had been so tantalizing to him. Would he dare to mention it to Lori? Could it ever happen? After this evening he was prepared to believe that anything was possible.

As though she was reading his mind Lori reflected, "You do seem to like my ass. You were keen to get me on my knees weren't you".

"Haha," Martin chuckled, "I liked it more than you know,"

Lori's eyebrows raised. "Oh really? Well...that's got me wondering hasn't it?

And it's got me thinking...I can't wait until our next match."

Later, as Martin drove home from Lori's house, his mind was doing somersaults as he tried to process what had just happened. He had witnessed the transformation of the pristinely presented, confident and controlled tennis player into a foul mouthed, filthy minded whore. And he had loved every minute of it. Lascivious scenes flashed back into his consciousness, almost causing him to lose control of his vehicle as he drove back home.

During the following days those flashbacks continued to pop up both at inopportune and opportune moments causing his cock to stir and swell at the recollection. They provided more masturbation fodder than any amount of erotica or porn had ever afforded Martin in the years since his wife's passing. It was as though he had been rejuvenated sexually.

He found himself reliving scenarios he had found himself in during his early 20's when he would seek out any opportunity to orgasm whether that meant finding a private space or even risking being caught in semi-public.

During the next few days Martin was tempted to drive around to Lori's house and knock on the door but he didn't dare. Was the encounter a one off for Lori? He knew little about her. Would another man have already been in her bed by now?

Martin chastised himself for thinking such things about her. Yet things had progressed so quickly that Thursday and she had taken control with such ease that he was reevaluating everything he had imagined Lori to be like.

If he were younger he would have been communicating with her via social media but Martin had driven away from Lori's house without even exchanging phone numbers. Partly that was down to his age but mainly it was due to the state he had been in when he left.

Yet day by day the next Cardio Tennis class was approaching. Would Lori be there? What would she say? And more urgently in his mind - would he be able to keep his cock under control for the hour?

Soon enough the day arrived. Martin entered the court and began to warm up with some of the other players, hitting the balls back and forth to each other. Lori was nowhere to be seen. A pang of disappointment surged through him as the minutes ticked by. It hadn't even crossed his mind that she wouldn't show up to the class. And then, ten minutes after the lesson began she arrived, pristine and demure as ever.

"Sorry I'm late. Something came up" she cried in a cheery voice as she joined the line of players taking part in the first drill.

Martin felt relief coursing through him and then a measure of excitement as the sight of her brought back the remembrance of his previous time with her.

How could someone so prim and proper, as Lori once again appeared on court, be so utterly filthy at other times?

The hour passed by quickly with one drill following another, interspersed with some doubles and singles points as usual. There was nothing unusual about the session at all apart from Martin's battle to keep his eyes off Lori's ass and his cock under control was much more intense. But to his credit he managed it.

At the end of the hour everyone made their way to the foyer to change out of their tennis shoes and leave the facility. However, before he had a chance to remove his he heard Lori's voice behind him.

"Martin, could I just have a quick word with you before you leave?"

"Erm...sure" he uttered, feeling his face grow warm as blood surged to it. It wasn't the only thing blood was surging to either.

Lori headed down the narrow corridor which ran between the entrance foyer and the bar area. Martin supposed she wanted to chat there on the couch or chairs which were scattered there. But to his surprise she pushed open the door of the disabled washroom as she passed it on the right.

He was stopped in his tracks, his mouth slightly open. Lori turned her head back toward him and grinned.

"Well come on in, or do you want me to mail you an invitation?"

Martin needed no such thing. As he followed her through into the space she quickly flipped the lock behind him, pulled him toward her and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Martin's senses were flooded with the taste of her, her scent filling his nostrils and her soft flesh pressing against his body.

"Fucking hell Martin," she gasped. "Do you know how wet I've been during this last hour thinking about what I want to do to you?"

Lori grabbed his hand and moved it under her short tennis skirt. His fingers instinctively closed around her mound as he felt her sopping panties. She gasped as he did so.

"Oh...you are...so wet" Martin exclaimed. Then, somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, uttered,

"I didn't think you were coming."

"Oh, I was coming" Lori beamed.

"I was so fucking horny at the thought of seeing you today that I had to sort myself out...if you know what I mean. So I was coming - hard. That's why I was late to the class!"

Martin's cock was now fully erect and straining at his shorts. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Lori's eyes were drawn to it and before he knew it she had pulled them down to his ankles and dropped to her knees. Freed of all constraints his dick sprang upwards, and was drawn across her face from her chin up to the top of her flushed cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.

Lori giggled, and then traced her finger across the glistening emission, before seductively putting it into her mouth and sucking hungrily.

"Oh, you are so damn tasty," she growled. "I want more!"

Before he knew what was happening she grabbed his cock and her hand guided it toward her parted lips. Martin eagerly anticipated the warmth of her mouth engulfing him, but instead felt the shivering sensation of her tongue slowly drawing itself from the base of the underside of his member to the tip.

'Uggh' uttered Martin as the sensation caused by Lori's attention coursed through his body.

And he shuddered a second time, and a third as Lori's tongue drew itself up his throbbing shaft. Only then did she engulf the entire head of his dick with her mouth and began to bob up and down as she sucked him, her tongue continuing to rake across the underside of his cock.

Martin's gasps came hard and fast, his head in a whirl. Then briefly Lori withdrew her mouth from his cock, spat a globule of saliva onto her right hand before getting right back to work on the bulbous head of his cock. At the same time her hand moved to the base of his shaft lubricating it with the cocktail of her saliva and his pre-cum. She began moving it up and down his hard member, at the same time twisting her wrist so that she was rotating back and forth as well as moving up and down his shaft. Her tongue and mouth hungrily devouring its swollen head.

Martin was in heaven. His hands instinctively grabbed Lori's long dark hair before him, squeezing and beginning to pull as his body continued to pulse with excitement.

"Oh yes," Lori commanded. "Pull my hair. Pull it hard."

Part of Martin was shocked at her command, and shocked that he had begun to do it. But the animalistic part of him was gaining the upper hand and he responded accordingly.

Soon he realized that his guttural groans were beginning to be matched by similar ones from Lori as she continued her attention to his cock.

Looking down past her bobbing head and her right hand pumping his dick he saw to his delight that Lori's left hand had found its way into her panties and had pushed past the thin sodden material. Her fingers were now frantically strumming her clit and he realized he could hear the sound of her evident juices as she massaged them into her swollen cunt.

Martin's senses were getting to the point of being completely overwhelmed. And he soon began to feel the inevitable sensation building from the base of his cock which told him that it would only be a matter of seconds before he would be shooting his hot seed down Lori's throat. The thought of doing that only served to bring him even closer to the point of no return. He longed to come with her sweet mouth around him. But despite the fact that they were in the bathroom of a public building Martin didn't want things to end quite so quickly.

"Stop....not yet" he managed to utter as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from Lori's mouth.

Lori looked up at him, continuing to frig herself with her fingers.

"Well what do you want to do instead?" she demanded.

Martin's mind went blank for a second. And then suddenly he knew. His eyes met Lori's hungry eyes, and he knew that she knew too.

"I want to fuck you in the ass" he said with surprising assertiveness.

Lori's eyes widened and her fingers began to move even faster over her clit, which he could now see was red, swollen and glistening.

"Say it again. Tell me exactly what you want to do" she groaned.

"I want to fuck you hard and come in your ass" he said loudly, before quickly realizing that anyone standing outside of the washroom door would have no doubt heard him. But by now he didn't care.

"Fuck Martin. I've been fantasizing about you doing that all week" Lori gasped, and in one motion she stood to her feet and pulled off her skirt and built in panties.

She turned, facing the mirror, leaning the top half of her body against the sink beneath it.

Martin gazed for a moment at her smooth, round, alabaster orbs which were presenting themselves to him. Inviting him. Beckoning him. And then raw passion took over.

He spat a mouthful of spit into his hands and smeared it all over the head of his cock before moving toward Lori's arched body. Sensing his approach her hands moved behind her, each one grabbing an ass cheek and parting them, revealing her dark circular target.

Martin's stiff, slick cock nestled between her mounds, pressing against her tight hole. At first it resisted, but as he began to push forward he felt it give.

A loud animalistic groan came from deep inside of Lori, which Martin read as further encouragement. And slowly he felt his cock pushing deeper into her tight asshole. Its walls were pressing against him but increasingly offered up less resistance as he pushed deeper into her until the entirety of his cock was inside of her. The top of his legs pushed against Lori's swollen ass cheeks as his balls hung between her parted legs.

"OK you fucker," Lori growled "are you going to fuck my ass then?"

Her hands moved to grab the protruding sink faucet preparing herself for what was to come.

Martin needed no further invitation. He slowly withdrew his cock until it was almost out of her, and then in one motion plunged it back in. As he did so they grunted in unison. Then again. And again. Each time faster, deeper and harder..

He felt his balls beginning to slap on the underside of Lori's ass each time he thrust forward. His hands gripped her hips as he pulled her toward him with each movement.

Lori's was grabbing the faucet with her left hand to hold her body steady and give her leverage to push back against Martin, forcing his cock even deeper into her ass. Her right hand took over frantically masturbating her clit. Each of them was inevitably moving toward an orgasm which they knew would be completely overwhelming.

"Look at me," Lori demanded. "Look at me."

Martin raised his eyes and stared into the mirror, locking in on Lori. Her own hungry eyes were wide open staring back at him as he continued to pump his body deep into her ass.

He saw her completely. Her clothed top half was over the sink, and her naked ass was being rammed by his cock. But more than anything else it was her eyes which he was fixed upon.

In her eyes he saw the rawness of her need. All of the veneer was gone. There was no more prim and proper Lori. Instead he saw her animalistic core. And he wanted to engulf her. To consume her. And he knew she wanted it too,

And suddenly he felt it again deep in his cock, but quickly building and growing. He was going to come. And this time there was no stopping him. And as Lori stared into Martin's eyes she knew it. And she knew she was going to come too.

"Come in me" she roared. "Shoot your come deep into my ass. I want to feel it inside me," her voice rasping and quavering with the growing excitement centring in on her clit, emanating from deep within her.

And then everything was frantic. Martin gripped Lori's hips like a vice as he pulled her toward him, meeting the thrusting of his own body which was sending his cock so deep within her. Faster and faster they rammed against each other as a cacophony of sounds filled the air. Groans, grunts, expletives, cunt juices, the slapping of bodies together crescendoed as they moved toward their shared climax.

And then it was upon them both like a tsunami. Martin's cock filled to its tip and suddenly exploded in a flood of pleasure. His come shot deep into the recesses of Lori's tight asshole again and again coating his cock as he plunged in with each spasm of delight. His unrestrained groans resonated with each pulse of pleasure. All the time he fixed his eyes on Lori's

What he saw would never leave his memory. As he came deep into her Lori's body began to quake. Her mouth opened wide. She gasped loudly as if trying to breathe. And then she was coming.

Wave upon wave wracked her body causing it to writhe and arch with each explosion of sensation. Her hand, which had been feverishly flying over her cunt flew out to the side to try to stabilize her body which was flailing about as she orgasmed. No words came from her mouth, only the deepest grunts and groans which came from the core of her being.

And then the tidal wave subsided. There they remained, suddenly motionless, their eyes still locked on each other in the mirror as each of them experienced little aftershocks of pleasure pulsating through their bodies.

Then slowly Martin pulled his now softening cock out of Lori's ass. It emerged with a slurpy pop as her sphincter tightened around it on its exit.

Lori stood, and turned to face him, her face flushed with heat. Then she pulled back her hair, smiled and kissed him full on the lips.

"That...was fucking amazing!" she said with a grin.

"I can't believe we just did that," Martin gasped.

"I can" Lori retorted. "I knew you had it in you. We just had to find it".

"Well I never knew that was in you. You always seemed so..."

"Proper?" Lori laughed. "Well you know what they say - never judge a book by it's cover."

"Now...we've got to get out of here."

"Do you think anyone heard?" Martin stuttered

"Probably. I think it would be hard not to. But no doubt we will never know," Lori said as she pulled on her skirt.

"You'd better get those shorts back on Mister, because I'm opening this door soon," she chuckled.

Martin quickly did as she instructed and then stood back as Lori unlocked the door of the washroom.

"Anyone there?" he asked.

"No...we are good" replied Lori as she went out of the door, quickly followed by Martin.

It was only as he glanced backward that he saw their coach Dan at the far end of the corridor near the bar. But even from that distance he was sure he could see a bulge in his tennis shorts.

By Dansilver for Literotica

By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.

2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.

At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn’t have even been several months previously.

But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.

At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn’t have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him.

Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion.

Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year’s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up.

Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class.

When it came to it, he was glad he hadn’t backed out.

The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too.

The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment’ of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point.

By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going.

As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin’s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too.

King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone.

Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40’s with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even.

Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let’s see what you’ve got!’ which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was.

But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points.

Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else.

He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease.

But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud.

Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn’t what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love.

But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn’t Lori’s breasts which grabbed Martin’s attention on the 5th week of class.

Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again.

Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori’s ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure.

They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin’s eyes were drawn to Lori’s seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him.

Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin’s heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something which he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

As the class went on Dan couldn’t shake the image of Lori’s ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60’s, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck.

Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn’t on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere.

Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball - something which wasn’t uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point.

But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot.

Martin hadn’t paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori’s shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too.

Each vocal utterance took Martin’s mind to Lori’s bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover.

“What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I’m thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class.

Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles.

“Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?”

The voice pierced Martin’s thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face.

Martin’s thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking.

“Erm, sure. What day?”

“How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?”

“It’s a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening.

Lori flashed her smile and giggled.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.”

And with that she turned toward her vehicle.

“See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away.

Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened.

In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him.

But his mind was racing away from him.

What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?”

Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes?

Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori’s seductive ass mingled with her shrieks.

As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori’s toned body, Martin’s cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum.

Yet Martin’s growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another.

Surely he shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn’t disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material.

By the time he was half way home Martin’s cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them.

And still he played out the scene in his mind.

He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape.

He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers.

He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased.

And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy.

Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn’t remember any of his journey.

His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts.

Martin’s fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material.

As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin’s foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey.

Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs.

His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body.

He needed to come.

Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that.

He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down - imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori’s pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him.

He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened.

He needed to come.

He wanted to come.

He was going to come.

It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations.

The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there - to prolong the moment of release.

Martin’s hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock.

But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break.

He was coming.

Martin’s body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge.

Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside.

Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body.

Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower.

Thursday couldn’t come quick enough.

As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game.

When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net.

She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh.

Lori’s long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap.

As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile.

“Hey old man! I’m glad you made it. It wouldn’t have been as much fun playing with myself.”

Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded?

Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She’s probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned.

His musings were broken into by Lori’s perky voice…

“Come on - let’s play!”

She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt.

Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation.

Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis.

By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori’s request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score.

At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?”

Martin quickly replied “Yes, I’ve got two here in my shorts. Can’t you tell?”

He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then - get them out. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was.

The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match.

Lori’s shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close.

“Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags.

“Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I’d love to play with you again soon.”

“I’d like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls.

“Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.”

“Sure - I’d like that. But don’t you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?”

Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations.

Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!”

Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori’s sudden candour.

Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down - he wasn’t in the privacy of his car now.

Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood.

“Ok, well er, let’s have a drink then. Where do you want to go?”

Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind.

“To be honest, I’m not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused.

Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.“

"Sure…I’d love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago.

“Great. Well just follow me. Won’t take long.”

As Martin followed Lori’s white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement.

He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack.

He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn’t shake the thought that there could be more.

It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability.

But this was altogether something new.

Martin’s hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation.

Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house.

In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside.

Martin immediately noticed that Lori’s home was immaculately presented - almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures.

It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be.

Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out.

“Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.”

Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet.

Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch.

Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults.

Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body.

“Come on old man - relax. You look like you’re afraid I’m about to eat you!”

Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It’s so long since I’ve done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s ok.” Lori said reassuringly. “I understand. How long has it been since your wife passed?”

“Almost four months. I’ve been so lonely.”

Martin was taken back by the emotion which suddenly came through as he spoke, as well as the honesty about his deep sadness which he had generally managed to suppress so well when speaking to others.

“I know. I know. It must have been so difficult for you.”

Lori’s words were soothing as she moved her left arm round over his shoulder and pulled his head toward hers. He felt her hand begin to stroke his hair as his head rested on the top of her shoulder.

Martin felt a surge of warmth and comfort rush through his body at her tender touch. But at the same time experienced a surge of excitement as his cock began to swell - not for the first time that day.

A cocktail of emotions overwhelmed him. Comfort. Shame. Embarrassment. But more than anything else, excitement.

The physical touch of a woman after so many months was warm and intoxicating and even in his vulnerable and awkward state he didn’t want it to end.

Martin’s cock was now fully erect and he was sure Lori would notice it. How would she respond?

He glanced sideways at her and sure enough her widening eyes were fixed on the stirrings in his shorts, even as she continued to stroke his head and neck.

“I’m sorry…” he stuttered. “I’m not sure what’s going on. I just… I don’t mean to…”

“Shish,” Lori whispered in his ear and as she did a tingle shot down through Martin’s neck and spine.

“It’s ok. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable though,” Martin stuttered.

“Do I look uncomfortable?” Lori asked, pulling her body slightly away from his and looking him in directly in the eyes.

Lori’s left hand moved to Martin’s face so that now it was cradled in her hands. Her fingers began to gently rake through Martin’s hair sending shivers of excitement through him. Her nails sent myriads of neurons firing in his brain.

And then she kissed him.

Gently and tenderly at first. Her lips felt so warm and soft and Martin’s mouth automatically moved in response and his right hand moved to the back of her head pulling her closer.

All manner of emotions were racing through his mind and body but sheer physical pleasure quickly became the dominant one as their kissing became more firm and adventurous.

Martin’s tongue probed Lori’s mouth and a deep moan came from her throat as his tongue began to explore her sweetness.

He sensed Lori’s control and composure was giving way to something much less restrained. More primal.

Quickly and without any warning Lori pushed Martin’s body so that he fell back on the couch.

Before he had a chance to gain any control she swung her left leg over his body and straddled him.

Martin felt his tented cock pressing up under Lori’s clean tennis skirt against her panties.

He immediately felt heat emanating from her pussy lips which were parting around his cock, through the thin material.

She groaned loudly. Gutturally.

All sense of decorum and tenderness had disappeared. Raw passion had taken over.

Martin’s shaft pressed hard against her as he lifted his ass off the couch to press against her delicious body.

Lori pulled her mouth away from his and smiled. Yet behind her eyes Martin could see that a fire had been kindled and was growing stronger by the second.

Lori ran the fingers of both hands down his shirt and then, in one motion tore it off his body.

Martin’s breathing deepened as he gazed up at her. He wanted to respond by removing Lori’s top but before he could move she had ripped it off herself.

Martin gasped as he saw her nipples for the first time - standing erect on her small but perfectly symmetrical breasts. Their deep rouge colour stood out in contrast to her pale skinned chest.

He bent upward and engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, his mouth sucking as his tongue flicked over it.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Lori gasped.

Martin had never heard Lori swear before but it only served to fuel his desire for her.

Jenny had never used dirty talk with him when they made love.

But this wasn’t making love.

This was sex.

This was fucking.

And he was beginning to love it.

As Martin pulled back his mouth, Lori’s long firm nipple made a delightful popping sound as it emerged.

Martin quickly moved to suckle her right breast and as he did he could feel Lori’s thighs and ass begin to thrust urgently against his hard cock.

At each thrust Lori’s groans and moans increased in their pitch and loudness - her head arched back in ecstasy as she continued to dry hump him.

Martin’s hands moved to her ass and he pulled her harder against his cock.

Lori’s body began to move even faster and Martin felt the pleasure beginning to build and spread throughout his cock. At first he felt the sensation in his tight balls, but with each loud thrust against him he felt his cum building up his hard shaft.

He wanted to express how he was feeling. He had a strong desire to talk dirty to Lori. But he still had some inhibitions remaining, even though he sensed they wouldn’t stay for long.

Lori however, had no such restraint now. She was wild with excitement and it showed in her entire being.

“Oh fuck Martin. That feels so good. I love feeling your hard cock sliding against my pussy.”

Martin’s mouth opened and he began to groan and grunt - each emission seeming to enhance his pleasure.

“Oh my fucking life. Fuck! I think I’m going to fucking cum!” Lori gasped.

Suddenly Martin felt Lori’s hands move down toward his cock.

But instead of grabbing his manhood as he imagined, she sharply pulled the material of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, open cunt lips.

Lori’s other hand rested against Martin’s balls and the base of his cock. And then her fingers began to fly furiously across her protruding ruby clit.

“Fuck!” Martin uttered as he was completely entranced and overwhelmed by the sight of her wantonness.

Seconds later Martin felt Lori’s body stiffen and then convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her body.

Lori’s head arched back, her mouth open wide as high pitched squeals and shrieks pulsed out from her throat.

Martin gazed into her eyes, transfixed by the sight as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wracked her entire body. Lori’s once delicate and pristine body writhed and contorted. All sense of control had gone as she gave herself to her overwhelming pleasure.

The sensations in Martin’s own body had been inexorably building and he sensed that it would be only a matter of seconds before he came himself. But as the frenetic movements of Lori’s body began to subside he felt his own eruption linger tantalizingly close yet just out of reach.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Lori gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly before,” her breath still coming in pants as she spoke.

“Or so hard!” She smiled captivatingly and Martin felt like his emotions would explode within him.

Lori pulled herself upright and pressed her hands against Martin’s chest, giving him a full view of her naked breasts and engorged nipples.

But Martin’s eyes were drawn downward, to her skirt which was twisted and pulled around her waist.

The built-in panties were still pulled aside - barely covering one of her pussy lips and fully revealing the other which was still shimmering with Lori’s juices.

“Ugh…this is so hot!” Martin gasped. “I loved hearing you come.”

“I fucking loved it too,” grinned Lori. “And I’m going to love it when you cum now.”

Raising her slight body from his for a second, Lori swiftly pulled down Martin’s shorts, freeing his cock for the first time as it sprang to attention.

She ogled it lustfully for a few seconds, appraising it’s length and girth.

Then she lowered her head down and embraced it with her mouth.

Martin groaned uncontrollably. He couldn’t ever remember feeling like this before.

Jenny’s lovemaking was warm and tender but she had never liked giving oral sex and Martin had never wanted to pressure her. They had so much to enjoy in each other’s bodies that he felt he could manage without that if she was uncomfortable.

But the sensations that were now flowing through Martin’s cock now made him realize what he had been missing for all of those years.

Lori’s mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock on each stroke and each time bolts of lightning shot through Martin’s body.

He had been close to cumming before knew he wouldn’t last long. The sensation was building and moving up his cock with each passing second.

“Lori…I’m not gonna last. If you want to move away…”

“Fuck no!” Lori gulped. “I want to taste it all. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Lori’s mouth and tongue picked up the pace, her long hair draping over his balls, sending him into more ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

It was enough to send Martin over the edge. His mouth opened and he grunted loudly as he felt the pleasure erupt through his cock and spread out through his legs, toes and up into his chest.

His head felt like it was going to explode too as he felt surge after surge of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of Lori’s throat.

She gurgled, gulped, gurgled again… but continued to suck and engulf his penis with her warm lips until, after 7 or 8 convulsions Martin’s orgasm subsided.

Lori slowly withdrew her lips from Martin’s cock and he could see a thick string of his cum emerging and flowing from out of her mouth and drooling over his still twitching cock.

Then in one sudden movement she moved her body and head forwards and kissed him hard on the lips - her tongue insistently pressing open his mouth.

And for the first time in his life Martin could taste the salty thickness of his own pleasure.

His senses were truly overwhelmed.

Lori’s body finally collapsed onto his. Their chests heaving against each other and small grunts of pleasure still coming from their mouths.

Martin reached his hands down to Lori’s ass and pushed them up inside her panties, feeling the warmth of their flesh for the first time.

“I love your ass,” he whispered, in Lori’s ear.

“Say it again…but say it how you are really thinking it.”

Martin paused. Shocked at her insightfulness.

“I fucking love your ass,” Martin said, much louder this time.

“That’s more like it,” Lori grinned. “We’ll find the animal in you yet.”

“I’ve certainly discovered yours,” Martin laughed. “You don’t leave your screaming on the court do you?”

Lori laughed. “Fuck no! A girl’s got to express herself!”

“I had been wondering…,” Martin said, “…and imagining.”

“Oh really! You’ve been thinking about me in that way then? Have you been jerking off to me?” Lori grinned.

Even after all that had just happened Martin still felt a twinge of embarrassment.

“I might have,” he said shyly. Then with more boldness said, “Have you thought of me in this way before?”

Lori giggled. “Let’s just say you might have come to mind when I’ve been playing with myself these last few weeks.”

Martin’s eyes widened. “I’d love to have been a fly on the wall.”

“Well,” Lori smiled wickedly “there’s no need for that. There’s so much more of this evening yet to come…”

By Dansilver for Literotica 

by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Based on a post by edstevens94301. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My name is Doug Waldorf, and I'm an Evil genius.

Not seriously, I'm an evil genius. My IQ was tested at 195, that's the genius part. And I'm definitely evil. I'm the son of Huey Waldorf, whom you probably haven't ever heard of. Other people call him "Roach Man." Sound familiar?

Mom and dad divorced last May. Prior to that I occasionally heard some explicit arguments about dad’s unsuccessful sex acts. Seems dad has a healthy interest in many and frequent sexual expressions that mom has no interest in, whatsoever.

No only does she not want to experiment in anal stuff; She calls it sodomy and preaches condemnation on him for even begging her for it. Mom’s hardly religious, but she is very full of herself and obsessed with her social image.

The best ones I overheard were the negotiations for blowjobs. Damn, my dad was desperate. The stuff he tried to trade for coming in her mouth! But never would she ever deep throat him; and hell no; she ain’t swallowing that nasty snot for nothing!

She didn’t respect him, either. I guess I couldn’t blame him for giving up on her. And at least he should more class than Danny’s dad, down the street from us. See, Danny’s dad got caught screwing the hot babysitter. The whole neighborhood knows about that stuff.

No, my dad gave up a lot just to walk away as quickly as he could.

My only demand was that he take me with him.

After my parent’s divorce, Dad and I moved so he could take a job opportunity. I found myself walking the halls of my new school, Westville High.

As I walked around the brick-lined halls, I noticed that the whole place was full of bimbos and sluts.

There's Tina. She's a redheaded little minx who's fucked and sucked almost every male in this school. She's wearing an all-white tennis outfit, and you can see that her tits are just crammed into that little tank top. Shit, her skirt just flipped up, is she wearing any underwear?

There's Nurse Brown. That nurse's uniform can't be regulation. It's impossibly tight on her curvy body. The front buttons on her uniform are undone all the way to her stomach, and I can see her black lace bra encasing her pillowy tits. What do they put in the water around here, anyway?

There's Principal Schwartz. She's a buxom blonde wench who dresses like a slutty secretary. Today, she's wearing a pencil skirt which is damn tight on her ass, and slit almost all the way up her thigh. She's wearing a loose blouse. Wow, she's got huge fucking tits! I kind of like the evil scowl she's got on her face, too.

I'll fuck them later, I told myself. For now, I'm hunting bigger game. Where is Sarah Stevens?

I was particularly interested in Sarah Stevens, the slutty high school teacher who had been the subject of multiple stories. In one particularly hot one, she got roped into a drama production, and got into all kinds of sexual hi-jinx with the juvenile boys running the show. I particularly wanted to see the video of the show, where one boy stripped her out of a tight corset and fucked her from behind right there on the stage.

Ahead of me, I finally saw her. That has to be Miss Stevens, I thought, standing among a crowd of guys. They were all yelling shit at her, trying to get her to pay attention to them. She had a small smile and her face. She looks pleased with all the attention, I thought.

Holy shit! I stared at her apparel. Is that really what she's wearing around school?

Ms. Stevens looked to be in her mid-twenties. She's about the same height as I am: 5' 8". Her platinum blond hair was curled in little waves which fell below her shoulders. She's wearing a sports tank top which clings to her ample tits. Her athletic, toned waist and large curvy tits were clearly highlighted by the stretchy material. She's wearing exercise shorts as well, which had a white tie around her waist. Look at that ass! It looked like I could balance a book on that thing!

Damn. She's hotter than I thought, and probably just as slutty as all the stories say. To fuck her, I just have to figure out a way to get her alone, and it looks like all the other guys in this school have the exact same idea.

I quickly put my plan into action. I filled out a few forms, and, presto, I am the new president of the "Water Park Club." Naturally, our noble purpose is a dedication to the enjoyment of "Water Parks".

Every club at Westville has to have at least three members. I quickly bribed two obtuse classmates in my Spanish class, Marie and Greg. These two underage kids just want access to money and cigarettes, so it's easy for me to use my ID (I'm eighteen) and a little bit of evil cash to get them to sign up.

Now, with the Water Park Club officially formed, I had to look for a chaperone.

I asked Miss Stevens, of course. During our lunch break, there's a line of guys loitering outside her door, all hoping to get lucky and convince her to "relieve their aching erections."

Since no one was actually talking to her, I walked right up and explained to her about my club.

"The Water Park Club," she said, "What's that about?"

"Well, it's a club for people who like Water Parks," I explain patiently. "Do you like Water Parks?"

"Yeah! Water slides are super fun," Sarah agreed.

"Then you have to join," I said quickly. "We could use a chaperone for our next event."

"When's your next event?" she asked me.

I sighed inside, and told myself to be patient. I would be fucking this idiot in due time. Just for fun, I looked down her valley of cleavage peeking out from under her tank top. "We are planning to go to the Big Kahuna Water Park this weekend. It should be really fun!"

That's how I managed to get to score a trip to the Big Kahuna Water Park with the gorgeous Miss Stevens.

As soon as we arrived, I quickly paid off the two idiots with five dollars in quarters; they happily found their way to the arcade.

Then I went to find Miss Stevens. She was sitting under a large beach umbrella reading a copy of US Weekly magazine. The cover of the magazine was "Bieber Fever!" She was wearing a tight purple dress which had a little flower pattern on it. The dress looked almost painted on, and her ample tits bulged out through the deep U-shaped cut at the chest.

"Hey Miss Stevens," I said, and she looked up at me.

"Where are the other two members of your club?"

"I'm not really sure," I lied, "I guess they ditched me. Can you do some rides with me? All of the rides here are for two people!"

"I thought I would grab some rest time," Miss Stevens complained.

"But who will I go on rides with? And I'm the president of the Water Park club!"

Reluctantly, she agreed.

The beautiful Miss Stevens stood up, and we walked to the lady's room together for me to wait for her to change. She went inside for a few minutes. I sat outside patiently.

After a minute or two, she poked her head outside and sheepishly asked me to come inside. I did so, checking first that the bathroom was empty.

"Can you unzip me?" she asked.

She turned around and lifted her hair up.

"Of course," I said. I fiddled with her zipper for a while, it was quite stuck. "I just don't have enough leverage," I said.

"What's leverage?" she asked.

"Never mind. Can you just bend over the sink so I can pull the zipper harder?" I told her.

Obediently, she bent over the sink and put her hips against it, bending at the waist. I stood directly behind her, with my crotch pressed firmly against her ass. I fiddled with her zipper for a while longer, stretching out the time that I was pressed directly against her electrifying ass. Then, finally, I wrenched her zipper downward, and it finally gave way.

With her dress undone, Sarah shimmied out of it. Under her dress, she was already wearing her bikini.

Oh my lord! My heart skips a beat. I'd read descriptions of her, but it's just incredible to see Miss Stevens in the flesh.

Sarah Stevens was built like a swimsuit model or like a Playboy bunny. Under her clothes, she was wearing a very skimpy bikini. The bikini top was light blue, and was patterned with tiny white polka dots. The bikini top was well-fitting: two triangles that strained to hold in my teacher's overflowing tits. It had thin, white spaghetti strap ties which met behind her neck. Her tits were nestled together by the bra into a pool of cleavage that threatened to suck in my gaze.

Her bikini bottoms had the same blue and white polka dot pattern, with white spaghetti strings tied in looping bows at her hips. How does that bottom stay on? Those ties look so fragile that I could undo her bikini with one quick move;

"Ms. Stevens? Could you help me with my swimsuit now? My shorts are a little tight." No reason to complicate things, I reasoned. According to what I've read, Miss Stevens is looser than a pack of worn out rubber bands.

"Doug. You're really cute, and I'd love to see what's under your short," Miss Stevens says with a sexy grin. "BUT. I have a new policy. No sex with my students."

"Really? Since when?" I was genuinely surprised that she was offering resistance.

"Since 10 minutes ago. My magazine US Weekly is very clear that teachers play an important role in society, and teacher/student relationships are a big no-no," she said with just a hint of self-righteousness.

"Okay, Miss Stevens. No sex. Got it." Yeah, right, I thought to myself. We'll see.

I am just going to have to work a little bit harder, I thought. Shouldn't be a problem for an Evil genius like me.

"Which ride should we do first?" she asked, when we had emerged from the changing room.

"How about that one?" I pointed to a tall, twisty one in the middle of the park.

I had already memorized the layout of the park, and for the ride I had pointed to, all riders must have a partner. One person has to ride behind the other on a small plastic sled.

When it was our turn to start the ride, Miss Stevens climbed onto the front of the sled, and I sat behind her. Her ass, clad in her polka dot bikini bottoms, was directly in front of my cock, and I quickly got an erection. I poked my cock directly into her tight, bikini-clad ass.

I groaned involuntarily at how good it felt! As we got into position to start the ride, I ground my rigid cock forward and back, through the cleft of her ass cheeks. She didn't even seem to notice. Then I looped my hands around her waist, pulling my beautiful teacher in tight to me.

The ride was fun, but I was mostly concentrating on the feeling of my cock, wedged firmly between her ass cheeks. It was great!

For our next ride, I sat behind her again, my cock again was lodged deeply in the crack of her ass. The ride was down through a dark tunnel. Halfway down the slide, I grabbed onto her dangling tits with both hands.

My hands were now full of her bouncy, full tits. I jiggled them, marveling at their roundness and size. Daringly, I felt her large nipples, like little erasers on my fingers. I felt her rippled darker areola ring through her bikini top, and pinched her large nipples. It felt great to have her full tits in my hands!

The ride lasted about a minute, and as we crashed into the pool at the bottom, I was happy with how I'd copped a full feel.

She came out of the water, her blond hair matted to her head.

"Did you just feel up my tits?" she accused me.

"No no, Miss Stevens. I was just trying to steer our slide! You know: left-right-left-right."

"Oh, Ok," she said happily. "Thanks for thinking of that!"

On our next ride, she got in front once again, and I sat behind her. Once more, my cock slipped between her ass cheeks like it was made to go there. Before we pushed off to go down the slide, Sarah paused to ask me, "Aren't you going to steer?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot," I said. Then I put each of my hands on one of her bikini-clad tits, and we rode down together.

On our fourth ride, I had her sit in the back. Her long legs encircled me, one on each side. I couldn't help but stare at her almost muscular calves and her luscious, bare thighs. They're intensely smooth, and I could feel every inch of them as they slid past my waist and we sat together.

Then she put her arms around me, encircling my stomach, almost like she was hugging me. The feeling of her firm tits on my back was electrifying!

"This ride has a stick shift," I explained carefully. "Pull up when you want to slow down, and push forward to go faster."

I guide her hands to my full, rigid erection in front of her. She held on with both hands.

We went down the ride together, and I groaned in pleasure as her hand jerked my cock back and forth frantically all the way down.

After we crashed into the pool of water at the bottom, Sarah said, "The stick shift didn't work too well."

"Well, the one on that sled must have been broken," I said.

"Should we get some lunch?" I said.

In the line for lunch, Miss Stevens told me she was on a diet. "I feel like I'm getting fat," she confided in me.

She turned around, and I made a big show of staring at her perfect ass. It's immensely firm and tight. It's still wet, and little drops of moisture dotted it. Her blue and white polka dot bikini bottom is a thin triangle covering only the most meager portion of her crack.

My cock twitches. Down boy, I tell my cock. You're going to get a piece of that later.

"Yeah, you should watch it," I lied. "Guys don't like fat chicks."

She sat down to save us a couple of seats. I ordered her lunch, and paid for our food.

"A cheeseburger and French fries? I can't eat that stuff!" Sarah's nose crinkled in protest.

"No, no, these are a new thing. Super low fat cheeseburger, and skinny French fries."

"Really? I love burgers and fries, and I've never heard of that before," she said.

"Oh, it's a new thing. A specialty, of this particular water park."

I did say that I'm an Evil genius, right?

During lunch, I made sure to bring up my next demented topic. "I was reading this in the news the other day. A bunch of scientists have found that semen is really good for losing weight."

"Really? I suck; I mean, I drink semen all the time!" Miss Stevens's face glowed as she learned about this.

"Yeah, you're so lucky. You have to drink it right after you eat something fatty, though. Helps cut the grease," I said, without even a trace of a smile.

After we finished our meals, we walked out of the restaurant. Miss Stevens burped uncomfortably. "Are you sure that was the diet burger?" she asked me.

I make a big show of checking my receipt. "Oh shit! That was the full fat one. I must have ordered it wrong! I'm so sorry!"

I turned and started to walk away. I did it slowly, and waited for the gears to turn.

"Hey, Doug?"

Finally! I thought.

"Can I have some semen? I really don't want to gain weight because of this," Sarah Stevens grabbed my arm and looked pleadingly into my eyes.

I pretend to protest. "Well, I don't know. Don't you have a "no sex with students" policy?"

"This isn't about sex! You would be giving me a nutritional supplement!"

"I don't know about this; "

"Please? I'm a really good cocksucker! Pretty please?"

"What are you going to give me?"

"Anything you want!"

"One favor, anything I want, later?"

"Deal!"

We quickly slipped into the family changing room.

With a sexy grin, Sarah gently pushed on my shoulders, until I found myself seated on the bench in the over-sized bathroom. Dropping gently to her knees before me, she ran her hands over my thighs. She looked up at me under her thick eyelashes, and unlaced my shorts. She pulled them down, and my erect cock stood at attention.

Using her long, elegant hands, Miss Stevens slowly stroked my thickened cock. Without saying a word, she flicked out her tongue, tasting my purple head. She leaned over me, breathing her hot breath on my cock. I reached down, cupping the back of her head. She looked up at me, grinning, before opening her mouth.

I felt her hot mouth caressing me, her tongue sliding over my skin. I sighed loudly, almost moaning, and I leaned back, throwing my head back as I pushed up against her mouth. Using her hands, she began to play with my balls. They are unshaven, and she began pulling on my pubic hair lightly, teasing me.

I growled, pushing up at her, and she leaned forward, taking the head of my cock deeper in her mouth. I groan as she slid down my shaft.

She began bobbing her head in my lap, her tongue was caressing my shaft. I groaned as she hit a sensitive spot, and she returned there, licking and sliding all around it. I lifted my hips, pressing myself upwards, and she cupped my thighs, opening her mouth so that I slipped fully inside of her and down her throat.

All too soon, I could feel my orgasm approaching, and hissed out a gasped "I'm going to cum!"

"Cum in my mouth, baby. I need your cum," she mumbled, her mouth still full.

I pushed her head down, thrusting my entire length deep into her throat. I came in big long jerks, into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, sucking my cock dry.

After I put on my shorts and we exited the bathroom, Miss Stevens says lightly, "Who knew that I could avoid getting fat, just by drinking semen?"

Who indeed?

On our next water ride of the day, the "Twister," I again grabbed onto her ample tits and groped her all the way down. Miss Stevens squealed and held onto my hands, further mashing my palms into her tits.

"I wanted to help steer," she explained at the bottom.

I'm a little bored with this now, so I initiated the next phase of my Evil plan.

We walked past a sign, which read "Miss Big Kahuna Water Park Contest Today!"

Reading the sign, Sarah suddenly grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Oh, Doug! There's a beauty pageant today! Should I enter?"

There was indeed a contest today, but it's only happening because I set it up two days ago by calling the swim park manager and paying him $500.

"A beauty pageant?"

"Yeah! I've never been in a beauty pageant before!"

I made a show of looking her up and down. The busty gym teacher was gorgeous, of course, with her toned, athletic body, and ripe tits. But I didn't say that.

"You'll need a lot of work, if you want to win," I said critically.

"What kind of work?" Miss Stevens cupped her tits and turned to look at her ass.

"Outfit, skin, the whole shebang. Lucky for you, I'm a model manager."

"Really? I'm so lucky! I'm in your hands," Miss Stevens said.

"The first thing we have to do is get you a new swimsuit. That old thing will never do."

"This is my new swimsuit! You really think I need to change it?"

"You want to win, don't you?" I said.

"More than anything!"

"I saw this place just outside the swim park. "Nasty Suits"," I said.

"Great! Let's go get one."

We wandered over to the store adjacent to the swim park. The "Nasty Suits" store is dark and kind of smells like mold and mildew. But it's full of trashy swimwear, just the kind we're looking for.

Sarah grabbed a few outfits off of the shelf, and we went back into the changing room.

I sat on the bench of the changing room, ready for the show.

Without hesitation, Miss Stevens quickly untied the top of her bikini, letting it flop to the ground. Her full tits bounced free. They were full and ripe, and, despite their size, seemed to defy gravity.

Not wasting any time, Miss Stevens untied her blue bikini bottoms. I instantly had an erection. Her slit was shaved completely bare, and glistened slightly in the light. In the changing room, I could see my teacher's full ass in the mirror behind her.

She tried on the first suit she'd picked, a black one-piece. The suit was made of a shiny black material, and had a metal front-zip zipper running down the middle from the bust line to the waist. She had to squeeze in it, and when she finally fit her ass and body into it, the suit fit her lower body perfectly, like a second skin.

She tugged at the zipper in the front to try to close it, but the suit was clearly not intended to enclose tits of her size. Pulling on it as hard as she can, the zipper closed up only to the bottom of her tits, leaving a deep expanse of cleavage. Her full tits were hanging out of the top of her suit.

"Doug, can you help me with this?" she asked.

I stood up and my erection caused my shorts to tent uncomfortably. I answered, "Can you lean against the sink again?" As Sarah backed into the hard white sink in the bathroom, her legs spread.

Between her thighs, I pressed my crotch against hers, pinning her against the sink. Grinding myself against her, I could feel my cock rub up and down her slit area through our swimsuits. Miss Stevens flushed and looped her arms around my waist.

I clamped my left hand onto her firm, tight ass, and pulled upward on the zipper with my right. The zipper slid an inch upward, and we both let out a loud grunt. Again, I held her body down by holding her by her ass, and used my free hand to pull on the zipper. As I did so, my crotch, pushed up tightly against hers, grinding up and down the slick material of her swimsuit.

After a third mighty attempt, the zipper finally closed, and the thin black fabric of the suit reluctantly covered her nipples. The tops of her tits were crammed into her suit, forming magnificent round globes.

"This suit fits me pretty well," she said. "How do I look?"

"Turn around," I said, and she did, displaying her athletic body and tight ass to my leering gaze. The swimsuit, albeit a little tight, did fit very well, like it was painted on.

"You look like really old," I lied. "That suit is for old ladies."

"Really? How embarrassing!" she says, and begins to pull it off again.

The second suit she had was a purple bikini. It had deep underwire cups designed to accommodate Sarah's 36DD knockers. The cups supported and enhanced her already massive tits to an eye-popping level.

"How do I look?" she said, turning in place.

"You look like a granny! That suit doesn't really work either," I lied.

"What should I do?" she asked desperately.

"Let me go look for a couple of suits," I suggested.

I got up, and then sat down immediately. Sarah impatiently said, "Well? Are you going to look for me?"

I spread my legs, and point at my swollen cock. In a stage whisper, I said, "I can't leave the changing room! You made me too excited!"

Sarah looked down at my problem, and licked her lips. This was something she knew how to handle.

"I'm so sorry, Doug. I didn't realize that you were getting excited. Let me help you with that."

She lowered herself to her knees. I pulled my shorts down. She closed her eyes and blissfully began to suck my cock.

I relished the feeling of her hot mouth on me for a few moments, and then asked, "Could I feel your tits, Miss Stevens?"

Ms. Stevens paused her blowjob, and lifted her head off of my cock. Reaching behind herself, she pulled her bikini top off in one quick motion. Then she quickly resumed her work, humming to herself happily over my cock.

I began to cup her gigantic boobs, enjoying their soft, plush feel. They felt heavy in my hands, and I quickly began pinching and rubbing her hard nipples.

"You're the best, Miss Stevens!" I murmured to myself.

She pulled herself away from me, and looked deeply into my eyes with her own. "Would you like to fuck them?" She whispered lustily.

She leaned forward and wrapped her flesh mountains around the shaft of my cock, tightly enclosing it. She allowed some saliva to dribble out of her beautiful mouth, making her tits slick and wet. I felt my knees shake as she began lifting herself up and down, allowing my cock to smoothly pass up and down her valley of tit flesh. I continued to stroke the outsides of Miss Stevens' giant tits, relishing the soft, firm material.

After just a few moments, I could feel myself beginning to cum.

"Here I go!" I said, and white semen began to jerk out of my cock. Sarah just leaned down and caught a few flying gobs with her mouth. The rest splattered on her face, neck, and tits.

"Phew!" I said. "For a granny, you sure have nice tits!"

"Can you just go look for me now?" she asked plaintively.

After a few moments of searching outside the dressing room, I brought back my choice.

"Why don't you try this one?" I lifted up a swimsuit composed of just two strings. It has about a tenth the fabric of even the skimpy blue and white polka dot bikini she had worn before.

Dubiously, Miss Stevens tried it on. The bikini top was just two silver dollar sized triangles which she adjusted to cover her large nipples. The triangles were held in place by a nearly invisible set of webbing which left the impression that Sarah was nearly naked.

The bikini bottom was just a G-string which circled her waist. In the back, the two waist straps united in a Y-shape with a third string, which dove deeply into her ass crack. In short, my hot teacher was left nearly naked, with only tiny white triangles covering her pussy lips and nipples.

"Oh, you look awesome! Just perfect!" I said.

Turning around, Sarah examined herself in the mirror. "Isn't this swimsuit too revealing?"

"No, not at all! Miley Cyrus wore one just like it!"

Pleased with my answer, Miss Stevens threw her arms around me and gave me a big kiss.

"Thanks for all your help! How can I ever repay you?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something when you win."

Walking out the door, I grabbed one last touch, a pair of stiletto high heels. The shoes had ludicrously high, 8-inch, needle-like heels. When Miss Stevens wore them, she could only take small, mincing steps. However, her calves and legs looked great!

With our shopping done, we went out to the "Miss Big Kahuna Water Park" contest.

It is just about to start when we went backstage. The backstage was nearly empty, with just a small table where the manager of the water park was sitting. The manager was a fat turd of a fellow, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and filthy shorts that said, "Kiss here." on their front.

"Are you entering the pageant, Miss?" the manager of the water park asked us. He leered at Sarah in her slutty beauty pageant bikini, her ample assets pouring out everywhere.

"You bet! Can I still enter it?" Miss Stevens asked eagerly.

"Well, you're a little late," the manager said, ignoring my angry look. I paid him $500 to put on this little competition!

"Oh no! Can't I convince you somehow? I really, really want to enter?" Miss Stevens said with horror.

"Let's go into my office to talk about it," the manager replied.

Putting his arm around her shoulders, they went into his office. Ten minutes later, they emerged, with the manager smiling broadly.

"You're in!"

We headed over to the contest area, where the other contestants are assembled. There were two teenagers that look about thirteen years old. They were egging each other on to enter, and looked like they were having fun about it. There was also a white haired old lady pushing a rocker, who was about 65 years old.

And there was Sarah Stevens. Nearly naked, with her string swimsuit, barely covering her nipples and her pussy lips.

The contest started, and music blared. I watched from the audience. Giggling, the two girls walked out hand in hand. There was some lukewarm applause from the 3 or 4 people watching. Most of the water park visitors were just ignoring the feeble display.

Then the granny came out. The granny waved her arms like a champ, and the flaps of wrinkled skin on her triceps waved about. Again, some light applause.

Finally, Sarah strutted out in her high heels. Her hair was curled immaculately. Her arms were cocked proudly on her hips, with her ample chest thrust forward. Parading slowly in front of the audience, she paused to touch several of the male members of the audience on their stunned faces. She turned in a slow circle, displaying her nearly naked ass with just the G-string.

Everyone visibly stopped to stare. Around me, I could see half a dozen erections from the men, who had stopped to gawk.

Amidst the total silence, I began to clap and cheer loudly. Several others in the small crowd also clapped hesitantly.

Sarah had a smile like radiant sunshine, and the people around me cheered even more loudly.

The manager walked up, and said, "Well, it sounds like the winner is, what's your name, honey?"

"Sarah Stevens."

"Sarah Stevens!" he shouted.

Miss Stevens lifted her hands to her mouth and widened her eyes like she can't believe what had happened.

"Oh my God, oh my God! I actually won!"

She gave the water park manager a big kiss. He slipped her some tongue, and grabbed a big handful of her ass, right there in front of everybody.

After the contest was over, Sarah ignored the crowd of men who had come up to her and exclaimed to me, "I won! I actually won! How could I ever thank you, Doug?"

"It was nothing," I uttered modestly. "Just doing my job."

"I couldn't have done it without you! Let's go back to the changing room! I have a special surprise for you!"

She led me by the hand to the changing room where I had gotten a blowjob earlier that day.

I sat down on the bench, ready for a show. Miss Stevens shrugged out of her teeny bikini, and stood there naked in front of me.

Pulling down my shorts, she sat on my lap, with my erection poking her stiffly in the bottom.

"I still don't want to have sex," Miss Stevens exclaimed. "US Weekly was very specific."

"Oh," I said with some disappointment.

"So you'll just have to make do with fucking my ass," she continued.

"Oh!" I replied. My eyes widened, and my cock jumped at the thought. My hands, which had been resting on her waist, slid down to grip her round, firm ass cheeks.

Miss Stevens grinned at my response. "So, I take it you approve of this idea?" she asked coyly.

I just growled in response, spinning her around and leading her over to the table. The table is conveniently situated in front of a mirror, allowing me to see Sarah's beautiful face and dangling tits as I buggered her.

I bent her over, reaching down to rub my cock against her ass. Her asshole was dry, so I reached down, scooping up some of the wetness I found dripping from her cunt.

I liberally coated my cock with her juices, and then applied some more to her ass. I slid my finger over her asshole, and then slipped it inside. Sarah grunts, her ass tightening on my invading digit, but then she relaxed and loosened up a bit, and I felt my finger sliding easily in and out of her opening.

I inserted another finger, and felt her sphincter loosen up even more to accept it. I judged her just about ready, and pulled my fingers out of her. "Ready?" I said, holding my cock and placing it at her entrance. She takes a deep breath, and spread her legs a little wider. Sarah turned to look at me, and just nodded.

I pressed forward, my head pressing against her anus. It was tight, incredibly tight, and seemed to resist my helmeted intruder.

"Oh! You're so big!" my teacher said breathlessly.

Sarah took another breath and relaxed a little more, letting the tip of my cock start to enter. I had to work at it, but I finally got my head inside of her. I just held it there, letting her relax, before I slowly inserted more of it into her. She gasped, started panting, and I felt her ass tighten up once more. I took it very slow, moving inside of her, then holding until she relaxed then moving again. Finally, I was entirely inside of her. "That's all of it," I said, slowly rubbing her cunt and using her juices to coat her opening. "Are you feeling okay?"

Sarah turned back to me, and nodded. "More than okay. Your cock feels wonderful in my ass."

I could feel her muscles squeezing me as she got used to my invasion. I slowly pulled back, not letting my cock emerge, and then slid it back into her again. She groaned at the feeling, but didn't say anything else. I repeated the movement again, then again, and was soon slowly sliding in and out of her. Her ass had completely relaxed, and I felt better about fucking it a little harder. I sped up, moving faster and faster. Before too long, I was really laying into her, my body slapping up against her ass with a rhythmic slapping sound.

Sarah grunted in response to my movements. I reached down, pulled her cheeks apart, allowing me even more freedom.

She moaned lightly, and moved her hand between her legs. In the mirror, over her shoulder, I saw her rubbing her cunt as I fucked her ass. She moaned loudly then, her finger movements sped up. I held her cheeks in my palms, my thumbs were spreading her wide as I pounded into her.

Sarah groaned out loud, her face was showing her immense pleasure. She opened her mouth and eyes, then suddenly stiffened. "Oh my; I'm; I'm cumming!" she yells, her whole body was shaking as she orgasmed. I felt her ass clamp down on my cock, and I feared for a moment that she was going to rip the darn thing right off. But I continued slamming into her ass, and the extra tightness served to give me the stimulation I needed to go over the edge myself.

With a grunting cry, I exploded inside of my teacher, coating the inside of her ass with my jizz.

"Uh!" She cried. "I feel your cum! It's so hot!" She shakes again, another orgasmic wave coming over her. Eventually, the two of us collapsed, panting, against the table.

Ah, the perfect ending to a perfect evil plan.

Based on a post by edstevens94301, for Literotica.

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"Ken fucked her in the ass?" I asked in disbelief.

"All three of them did." Sarah tugged more aggressively.

"Three of them?" I cried.

Sarah continued her hot sexy story.

"Well,

"Anyway,

Sarah

Sarah

“Oh”

"Vera

Sarah paused, and gave me a curious look; “You really don’t remember, do you?

“You

"Well,

"When

"She

"The

"Before

"Vera

"She

"The

"Walter's

"I

"She

"You filled Vera's asshole with cum, and then the three of us got up and took a shower."

Sarah stopped for a moment to cup my balls in her hands and began deep-throating me.

"Wait, what happened next?" I demanded.

"Well,"

"Walter

"Vera

"When

"She

"Kenny

"Vera

"Kenny

"Angie

"Angie

"Kenny's cock isn't very long, but it's thick, and after a few minutes he managed to get that entire fat cock inside her.”

"You

Kenny

"Angie asked Walter if he was having a good time, and he said "of course".

"She

"Angie

"She

Walter

"When

"Angie

Walter,

"She

"Angie

"Angie

"She

"But

“I was in shock. Angie must have been in shock, too. It seemed she really went off the deep end.”

"Then what happened?" I asked Sarah.

"Then, you, me and Vera came in here, and Vera and I shaved your balls and asshole." Sarah smiled.

"Vera

"Eventually,

"Holy shit! I don't remember any of that!" I said.

"I'm

I heard the moaning again.

"I'd better go check on Angie," I told Sarah.

She

We

I

It

We

A

Sarah

"Good morning, you two!" Vera smiled. "Sleep Okay?"

"Uh; yeah. What's going on?" I asked. "Where is everyone?"

"Well, we all called it a night about an hour after the two of you snuck off.

Walter

"Looks like you have a new girlfriend, huh?" Vera looked at Sarah.

"Where's Angie?" I asked.

"Where's Ken?" Sarah followed.

Vera

"Angie's gone through a bit of a transformation, I think. She's really come out of her shell." Vera added.

"Well, where is she?" I asked again.

"Patience,

"He can get a little rough, sometimes, can't he?" Sarah said, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh don't worry, he didn't hurt her. That little cunt and asshole of hers are very resilient." Vera smiled.

I was sure Sarah wasn't worried about Angie.

"The

Angie

"Walter

I couldn't believe it.

"They're good workers and do a thorough job." Vera added.

"Speaking from experience?" Sarah asked.

"Why

I

“I

Then Vera grinned and asked me; “Can you tell me what those 3 countries have in common, Jack?”

“I’m stumped.” I replied.

“Oh

As

Vera would later argue that Angie was having her way with them.

Angie

Sarah looked at the black man's long cock and must have had a flashback to her college days. Vera noticed Sarah's gaze.

"That's

"Not really, but I've thought about having my clit pierced." Sarah answered.

"Well,

Vera looked over at Dean. "This one doesn't need to wait in line. He's our guest. Make sure he gets anything he wants."

I'm sure Vera expected me to be grateful to not have to wait in line to fuck my own girlfriend.

I

She let Dean's cock flop out of her mouth for a second so she could speak.

"Hi sweetheart." Angie giggled as she arched her neck back for Dean's cock again.

Dean came almost as soon as he put his cock back in her mouth.

She sucked hard, and then slow and firmly pulled his cock out as she swallowed.

She

There

"Angie, don't you want to head back to the campground?" I asked as two of the Hispanic men jerked off onto her feet.

"Yeah,

She allowed another cock to be shoved into her mouth before I could answer.

Even covered in come, Angie looked good. Sarah squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear; "Where's Ken?"

Dean

Dean

Vera

I

We

From

"Try not to stare. You'll make her self-conscious," Vera said quietly.

"How can I not stare? My husband just got sucked off by seemingly kids!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Sucked, fucked, boy, girl, what difference does it make, right?" Vera quipped.

"Apparently not much, as far as Ken's concerned," I added.

"Well,

"Where do you get these staffers?" I asked.

"Sisters.

The one girl came back out with a tray of food and juice for us. I stared at her tits for a moment.

 Vera piped in. "Hormones. The best way to feel like a woman. Been on them for years."

There was a short pause.

"And, no, I was not once a man."

Ken

"Did you check their age, Ken? They look rather juvenile for 18?" I asked, jokingly.

"Yeah,

"Maybe later, Ken. Don't you want to head back out to the campground? Maybe take the boat out again?" I asked.

"I guess. I've just been having a wild time with these two.”

They've

"What about me?" Sarah cried. "I thought this weekend was for me!"

Ken looked at Sarah sympathetically.

Vera

They

Vera

Sarah almost hated to admit that Vera was right.

Angie

Ken hopped in the water behind Angie and within seconds began pounding her ass violently.

Angie and Ken looked back toward us and waved good-bye, then went on fucking the hell out of each other.

"Walter and I will drop them off at your campground tomorrow morning, Okay?" Vera asked.

"Sure" was about all I could get out.

As

She

When we got to Ken's truck, Sarah didn't bother putting on her freshly cleaned clothes.

"Let's just get to the campground and get in bed." Sarah said.

I nodded and got in the truck naked, because I knew Vera was right.

We

We

Feeling

I

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked.

"You decide." She smiled as she opened her mouth and waited.

The

After that spring day, we never made love to each other again.

Angie

Ken

“Jack,”

Ken

“I

His response has always been; "Hey, that's what friends are for."

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Ken

We

Heavy

Mixed

"I

I

"Well, just because you're married doesn't mean you can't have any fun, right?" Walter asked.

"Oh, I still have fun. Sometimes more than I deserve. " Ken added.

This last comment caused Vera to raise an eyebrow. She looked at me, then looked me over.

"How

“Yes we do.” I added. “There are some worn out women who would agree, if they weren’t napping, just now.”

Walter

"Yeah, I think I still have plenty of fun." I smiled and looked at Walter, trying to draw Vera's attention to his gaze.

"Plenty

"Do you work out?" I asked.

"Once

"I think whatever you're doing is working very well for you. Your husband must be very happy." I added.

"Walter?"

I

"How old do you think I am?" she asked.

"I don't know, and it wouldn't be polite for me to guess." I said, trying to avoid a conflict.

"You're polite enough to grab my ass in front of my husband, so you can be polite enough to guess," she said without smiling.

She had sharp wits and a very assertive nature.

"I don't know. Forty-five?” I asked.  “Fifty?"

"Ha!" she laughed. "I turn fifty-five this weekend. Not bad, for a Swedish gal, huh?"

"No,” I answered. "Not bad at all. Well, happy birthday!" She walked back to her husband to pull him into the conversation.

It

Her

"I have a proposition for you," she whispered in my ear.

"We

"What about our significant others?" I interrupted.

"Silly,

I

I talked to Ken about it briefly, and he gave the typical "Have to clear it with Sarah" answer.

"I

Ken

"Damn

Ken

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You

"What are you doing, Vera?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Let

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well,

"You saw all that?" I asked surprised.

"Oh

As

She

"Weren't you jealous?" she asked in between kisses and licks on my shaft.

"No.

"Just

"Well, things got a little out of control." I managed to say.

"You

She

Her

"You like it?" she asked shyly.

For

"I'll take that as a yes,” she whispered and kissed me all over my face.

I

"Oh

"I'm

"Sorry."

I

 Vera

"I

"Alright,

She

“Please,

The rain was barely a drizzle, and she got about halfway to the camper before she turned around.

"Oh,

She

I

"She

"Umm, Walter is going to like you, sweetheart." Vera said with a grin.

Angie covered herself up. "Who is this?" she looked at me sternly.

"This

"Oh" Angie answered in a dream-like state. "Well, what's she doing here; and where's Ken?"

"Ken's

"Sounds

"Well, then. It's settled. Walter and I love to entertain guests, and you are such attractive couples." Vera added.

I

I

We

Angie couldn't help but notice Vera's tits as she walked around the campsite. "Are they real?" Angie asked Vera.

"Well, what do you think? Feel them." Vera said proudly, and untied her shirt.

Sarah

"Sarah, you are a naughty one, aren't you?" Vera said as she gently moved Sarah's hand away.

"Someone did a very nice job on you. I almost couldn't tell." Sarah said with a smirk.

"Angie,

"They're

The

A

 I

"That was quick," I said to myself.

Sarah

She

"You're a little tart, aren't you?" Vera teased Angie. "You love it when someone tends to your cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, oh; yes,” Angie answered.

"Well, what about returning the favor? Do you play fair?" Vera asked as she unzipped her Capri pants.

"Yes,

Angie's legs and stomach quivered.

Vera

Sarah continued to deep throat my cock as we both watched Angie practically get fist-fucked by Vera.

As

I

Vera

"I

"Looks

"Want to taste some more?" Vera said as she slid a finger between her labia, and leaned back on the bunk.

"Sure.

"Angie,

"Jack,

I

Vera

Vera's

Vera, was slumped back on the bunk, convulsing in orgasmic bliss.

Sarah,

Not

Vera looked down at us and smiled. "Anyone have a spare toothbrush?"

We

"I don't know if I want to go with you guys," Angie whined. "I think I better go home. Do you mind?"

I walked over to Angie, putting my hand on her waist and pulling her aside. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Things

"He's not gross, but he does have a thing for younger girls with perky tits and nipples." I smiled at her.

"See, that's what I mean. Luckily, Ken is very nice, and..." Angie stopped for a moment.

"And what?" I asked.

"You'll get upset. Never mind," she answered.

"Angie, just go ahead and tell me. I won't get upset." I assured her.

"Well,

"Could

"That,

"I'm sure he enjoys it, but I think he's more interested in the new toy, this weekend," I added.

"Does that bother you? I mean, aren't you jealous?" Angie asked.

"Do you want me to be?" I asked, back.

"No,

Well, that was a surprise. Not that she felt it, but that she said it.

"I've

"I'm

"Sarah

"Have you seen Ken's cock? I think I've opened up quite a bit!" Angie cried. I tried not to laugh.

"Yes,

"Well,

"So, do you still want me to take you home?" I asked.

"I

"You're right. This is probably a one-time thing; for you and me; right?" she asked.

"Yeah,

That;

 I

As we headed to the Suburban, the rain began coming down heavier, and we were once again soaked by the time we got inside.

"Fuckin' rain," Angie whined.

"Potty mouth?" Vera said.

"In more ways than one," Sarah chuckled, causing us all to giggle.

We

About

"This is your cabin?" I asked Vera.

"We

"Yeah,

I

"Okay,"

Walter

When

"I

We

We

Behind

"You never know when you might just want to rinse off. It's very invigorating," Vera added proudly.

"Clothing

"We

She

She

Even

"So, does anyone want a drink?" Vera asked as shecame to the bar and fixed herself a gin and tonic.

Sarah,

Sarah

"What?" Ken asked.

"Inside joke," Angie answered as she took the glass from Ken and tried the wine, too.

"I have more glasses," Vera said disapprovingly.

Walter pulled another bottle from the cellar, and offered me a glass. "I think I'll have what Vera's having," I said.

Vera fixed me a drink and walked to the front door. She looked through our coolers and then walked back into the kitchen.

"Well, we can eat bratwurst if you want, but I have steak and lobster if you think you can stomach it," Vera inquired.

We

Ken

"Not

Walter

"Hole

Vera must have been watching Angie and me and walked over to us for a break from the kitchen.

"Don't

"Was it big, you know, when it was erect?" Angie asked, hoping Walter wasn't listening.

"Not much bigger than it is now, thank goodness! But he could get that thing hard as a rock and go for hours." Vera reflected.

Angie subconsciously moved a hand to her crotch and licked her lips.

"Be

"Huh? You two were at it yesterday morning?" I asked. Vera smiled at me and pinched my cheek.

"Walter

Vera looked back at Walter, who had finished his shower and was reaching for a towel.

"She

She

"Her first blowjob was on that?" Angie cried.

"Yes,

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Angie

Ken

I

"No

"Objections? We're all friends, after all, right?" Angie said with a cum-covered smile.

"If

Angie

Ken

In

"Guess that leaves you and me, huh?" Sarah asked me.

Before I could answer, I noticed a big fancy boat approaching from the other side of the lake.

As

"What?

Angie

I

The

"Leaving

Angie knew all about being pretty wet, but she wasn't in a very good mood at the moment.

"I think my girlfriend is feeling a little sick, so we're going to head back to shore,” I answered.

"Maybe it was something she ate?" the cheeky woman said with a grin.

"Maybe,”

Ken

The

What

I'm

"Looks

Angie

By

Angie

"We

"What's the big deal?” Sarah dismiss the shyness.”We've seen each other naked, now, so just go take a shower."

Angie

Angie

"Are you mad at me?" Angie asked. I shook my head "no". "Are you disappointed in me?" Angie asked. I shook my head "no" again.

"Are

We

Sarah

"That's fucking great!" Angie whined.

"I

Sarah

We

My

Sarah

Ken

Sarah

Angie

"Ken,”

Sarah's

Before

Ken's

Angie

Sarah

Sarah

Ken

Frantic,

Sarah

The scores were now settled. Sarah claimed her right to blow me, and Angie claimed her right to fuck Ken.

Did it end there? No one wanted it to end, so things accelerated.

 As

Ken's

She

Sarah

Angie's

Sarah,

The smell of sex filled the camper. Thunder boomed in the distance, and the wind and rain continued to batter the campground.

Angie

I'm

Angie

Sarah

There

Sarah

Sarah practically skipped back to the bunk bed end of the camper and gave me a big, toothy smile.

She

Sarah

Sarah

"Squirt

"Angie, you don't mind if your boyfriend puts his cock in my ass while I get you off, do you?" Sarah asked.

"What?"

Sarah

Sarah

Sarah

I

She

"It's your turn to eat cunt, Angie" Sarah said between gasps.

Angie

"Ken, darling, don't you worry. You're not finished, yet,” Sarah explained as she tossed Ken the tube of K Y.

Angie

She

"I've never done this before,” Angie looked up at Sarah sheepishly.

 "Which part,” Sarah asked; "Eating cunt or getting fucked in the ass?"

"Both," Angie almost cried in desperation.

"Don't worry, Angie. Just take it slow; both ways,” Sarah said unsteadily as I began rocking her on my cock.

Sarah

"Just start there, and end here,” Sarah said pointing at her clit. "Everything else; just get creative."

Angie

Ken

"Hey, that's cold!" Angie complained.

"Don't worry, things will warm up down there in just a minute,” Sarah smiled.

Ken

The four of us were now synchronize in our rocking motion.

Angie went back to allowing Sarah's cunt to be rubbed all over her face, and then suddenly stopped.

"Breathe,

Ken

Sarah

Sarah

"There's no way in hell Ken's cock would fit in anyone's asshole, even yours,” Angie whined in her inebriated tone.

"Really?

Angie

"That'll

Sarah

"Now, exhale," Sarah said quietly.

As Angie exhaled, Sarah pushed down on Angie's hips and my cock slid about halfway in.

"Now, keep breathing. Every time you breathe out, lower yourself a little more,” Sarah instructed.

Angie

Once

Sarah leaned forward and gave Angie's cunt a few quick licks before turning back to Ken.

Ken

"Hmm," Sarah hummed. Ken's cock swelled instantly.

Sarah then turned her ass to Ken and asked; “Angie, are you paying attention?”

 Angie nodded as she began to steady her pace. Her well-toned legs were being used in ways she probably never imagined.

Sarah

Sarah

"Ok sweetie, I think you're big enough,” Sarah said out of breath.

"Angie, are you still watching?" Sarah asked.

"Uh-huh,” was all Angie could murmur as she continued to move her ass up and down slowly, displaying incredible leg muscles.

"Okay

"Okay,” Ken whispered and guided the tip of his cock to Sarah's asshole.

Sarah arched her back further as Ken spread her cheeks with his hands.

Angie reached down with one hand and began rubbing her clit.

Ken

"Not yet, sweetie. Hold off just a little longer,” Sarah said as she looked over her shoulder.

Three,

Sarah looked over her shoulder again and said; "Ok, now!" She dropped her head as if to look at the action between her legs.

Ken

Angie

Sarah's

Ken

They

"We

"Wow!" I said.

"Wow is right!" Ken said.

"Fuck,” Angie added.

Angie

The rain had died down, but the sky was still dark.

Sarah

Could

Sarah

The

“Was this all Ken’s doing?” Angie asked me.

“You have good instincts, my dear. And I have to say, his motivation was about as noble as I could ever imagine. “

I

“That’s

I felt like I had only been asleep five minutes when Ken tapped on my shoulder.

"We

I

"Can I trust you two alone?" I asked jokingly.

"I won't fuck her without you knowing about it. Fair enough?" Ken whispered, not wanting to wake Angie or Sarah just yet.

I

Ken and I could barely look at each other as we drove to the pier where he kept his boat docked.

I

I

I decided to break the silence. "Ken, when did your cock get so damned fat?"

"I

"What happened with Sarah back in school?" I asked, more interested in Sarah for now.

"Sarah

I tried to do the math, but it made my head hurt and my cock swell.

"Oh

"So how did you find out?" I asked.

"Sarah

"But

"She

"Wow," I said in amazement.

"Yeah,

"So then what happened?" I asked with a bulge in my shorts.

"Then

"It's okay, guys, he's my boyfriend," Sarah sighed. "I'm so sorry, Kenny" she said. "It's not how it looks."

Ken

"Did you cum inside her?" I asked.

"Not

"Remember,

As

Ken

"Holy shit," I said. "I would never have known."

"Well," Ken added; "I meant to talk to you about that. You see, nobody can know. About then or now, okay?"

"No problem," I said. "But how long has Sarah been like that?"

Ken looked sad. "Well, the more we got together, the less guys she casually fucked, until I was the only one fucking her”.

“Eventually,

"And then?" I asked.

"And

"We? I thought this was all about you wanting Sarah to have a good time?" I asked.

"Oh,

"Well, it seems to be working out, so far." I smiled.

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Four-day weekends are always fun, but I rarely have the chance to take advantage of them. Fortunately, on one such weekend a few years ago, an older friend asked my 18 year old girlfriend and me to join him and his wife on a camping trip. It ended up being one of the wildest weekends of my life.

My girlfriend, Angela (Angie, for short), had a reputation of being a bit of a slut before I met her, but I soon found out the reputation was undeserved. She didn't mind watching porn tapes, but when it came to acting out some of those scenes (anal, threesomes, toys), she said she wasn't interested. She preferred giving hand to giving head, and preferred giving head to fucking. I wasn't sure if that was because her previous boyfriends didn't know how to use the equipment they were given, or if she was just uptight about getting pregnant even though she was on the pill. When it came to sex, her options for positions could be counted on one hand.

Although she lacked imagination during sex, she had a well-toned body that she managed to keep tan year-round. Angie looked a little bit like Jennifer Aniston in the face, but a little thinner in the body. She was blessed with long legs, small-but-perky tits, a beautiful ass, and a tight, attractive cunt. She could have been a runway model if she didn't have her heart set on being a veterinarian. Mine wasn't the only cock in her life. We both knew she’d had better looking boyfriends, but none of them bothered to get her off as well or as often. When it came to her receiving oral pleasure, though, she would find a way to let me get her off, no matter where we were. She may have been high maintenance, but I had the satisfaction of knowing I could get her off anytime, anywhere.

My camping trip friends were a little different. I had just turned 18 when I first met them. At the time of this camping trip, I was a few months from my 21st birthday. They were both in their mid-thirties, but maintained a very youthful lifestyle.

Ken was short, beefy, and masculine but a nice guy and usually funny. He reminded me of Ron Jeremy but with short hair and a much shorter pecker. His wife, Sarah, was a little shorter than Ken, natural, and pleasant to be around. As far as nice people to hang out with, I don't think I could have done better at the time.

Sarah was a reasonably attractive woman. She looked a little bit like Dina Meyer with just a touch of baby fat and bigger tits. She had strawberry-blond hair, green eyes, and freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had a natural ‘playmate of the year’ body. She also had a seductive and sultry nature that served her well when dealing with men, in general.

Motherhood had been good to her, and she retained her full, round tits. Her waist was small, but widened to shapely hips, a beautiful ass and well-shaped legs. I teased her about how small her feet were, but I think she knew I thought they were pretty.

She was shorter and had more curves than my Angie, but I thought she was still cute for her age. She wasn't a New York model, but she had what it took to turn heads in a good way. Sarah had had two teen kids (staying with their grandparents on this particular weekend), but her body bounced right back into shape. She worked out regularly, and rewarded herself (and the rest of us) by buying the skimpiest bikinis to wear while sunbathing. These were the days before Malibu Strings, but what she wore came pretty close. I asked Angie to buy similar "bathing suits" as all she had ever worn in the past were the standard bikinis. Sarah jokingly told me she'd see if she could help Angie (and me) out in that area.

So we headed out of Savannah, to the Lake for a long Easter weekend. We’d been here last month with their kids.

Their lot on the campground was very secluded, surrounded by trees, and only a quarter-mile from the lake where they kept their boat docked. It was still early in the season, and there were no other campers in our area. This was our 2nd time camping as a foursome.

A normal weekend in the summer would have us take Ken's boat out on the lake, water ski all day with the kids, and have a nightly campfire. It wasn't unusual for Angie and Sarah to stay back at the campsite, where they could take their bikini tops off while tanning their back sides, but Sarah somehow managed to take it all off for that "all over tan" when she thought nobody else was around. Angie preferred the creamy white triangles of her tits, cunt, and above the crack of her ass.

At the end of the evening, my girlfriend-at-the-time and I would go back to our tent for some quiet outdoor sex, and an envious Sarah and Ken would go back to their camper with their kids. Even though our tent was at least 40 feet from Ken’s bedroom window, Ken would kid me the next morning, saying he could beat off 2 or 3 times for every orgasm I either had or gave to my girlfriend. If she were willing, I'd sometimes stand and have her blow me just outside the tent, knowing Ken was probably watching. What I didn't know was that sometimes Sarah was watching, too.

Angie and I left Thursday afternoon and arrived at the campground just before sunset. Ken had already set up the campfire, and Sarah seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet without the kids, as we pulled up. After the usual hugs and handshakes, Sarah and Angie quickly unpacked the car while I worked on setting up the tent. Something was a little different about Sarah, though. I don't know if it was the fact that her hair was a little longer, she looked a little thinner, or if she was wearing her clothing in a more revealing manner, but something about her kept catching my eye.

The girls went in the camper to start preparing a late dinner. Ken handed me a beer and directed me to the campfire. When he thought we were far enough away from the camper, Ken decided it was time to get something off his chest. We've had personal conversations before, but it was usually me doing most of the talking, especially after a few beers. Ken knew about almost every girl I had ever been with; every position, good lays and bad. I figured I was in for a shock when it was going to be him doing most of the talking, and I was right.

He told me his sex life was lacking, recently, and felt like he couldn't make Sarah happy anymore. I asked him if he talked to her about it, and he said she could only get off if she fantasized about someone else. I told him that was Okay, and that he shouldn't let that bother him. As long as they were still having sex, he should be happy and let things take their course.

Then he said that a few weeks ago he overheard Angie telling his wife about how well I could get her off, and how since then, Sarah moaned ‘Jack’ more than once in her sleep. I could feel my cock throb just at the thought of his wife dreaming about me. It was a strange feeling. At first I thought he was jealous, suspecting that I had been screwing his wife behind his back. (I hadn't). I was surprised to hear that Angie had even had a conversation about sex with Sarah. Maybe Angie still had a naughty side, after all.

I felt a little awkward, but I told him to go on. The more Ken talked, the more I realized that this weekend was all part of his desperate plan to show his wife a good time. “Jack, I really want you to sleep with my wife! Maybe Angie, too!”

 I listened as he went into detail of everything he fantasized about; thinking it was the same that Sarah fantasized about. He didn't want me and/or Angie to fuck her just once, either.

Ken finally pleaded; “I’m afraid that the only way for Sarah and I to be happy again was to have someone else join us.”

 I had told Ken about many of my raucous sexual adventures, and now he wanted Sarah to have the same experiences. Thinking he was probably just a little drunk, I told him; “We have all weekend and I'd like to sleep on it. We are good friends, and I don't want to ruin anything between you and Sarah. Angie is just a recent girlfriend that loves sex a lot, but Sarah is your wife.”

The girls came out with the food, as if on cue. We grilled some of Ken’s freshly caught Amber Jack,  and had a few more beers, and talked about the following day's options. All night, I found myself undressing busty Sarah with my eyes.

We decided the weather looked good for taking the boat out for some early morning water skiing. We'd probably drop the girls off at our secluded campground to relax and enjoy the sun the rest of the afternoon. Us guys could then go around the lake to ‘fish’, which was cover for checking out the other sunbathers, stop at the marina for more beer or food, and then head back to the campground. Sounded like a good plan.

It had been a long day, followed by an interesting evening, and it was time to turn in. The water hook-up to the camper provided a never-ending supply of water. Unfortunately, it would be a few hours before it was warm enough for a shower. Ken and Sarah said they didn't mind the cold shower, but Angie and I agreed we would have to wait a few hours, or even until morning. We waived goodnight to Ken and Sarah as they closed the door to the camper.

As soon as we got in our tent, I started to get a clue that Angie was on the prowl. She took off her clothes and pulled my face onto her cunt. Something had gotten her hot earlier, and she apparently needed relief. She had trimmed her pubic hair as short as it could be, and at first glance, her cunt looked practically shaved. It didn't look like that the last time I fucked her, so this must have been something special for the weekend.

 As I licked her to orgasm, I worked three fingers into her cunt, paying close attention to her G-spot. I was working on giving her another orgasm when she pulled my fingers out of her cunt and guided one of my fingers to her asshole. Our eyes were locked onto each other as I slid two fingers back in her cunt and the third carefully into her ass. She knew that I always wanted to try ass-play with her, but this was the first time she actually let me, no, provoked me; to put anything in her ass besides my tongue. I barely slid the first joint of my finger past her sphincter when she let out a yelp signaling another wave of orgasm. She slapped my dripping wet hand away from her crotch and rolled me onto my back. I still had most of my clothes on, but I'm sure she could feel the bulge in my shorts as she ground her ass onto my crotch. She leaned over and kissed me as deeply as I could be kissed. For a while I wasn't sure if this was the end of the evening's events or just the beginning.

She pulled off my shorts and began what I thought was going to be the usual tug-job. She could see my disappointment, and quickly turned to inhale my growing cock. Her blowjobs in the past were rarely subtle, but she never sucked with as much enthusiasm as she was demonstrating now. She straddled my chest, facing toward my turgid pole, then bent down to impale her throat with my full shaft.

I could feel her nose touching my balls as she deep-throated my cock for the first time. Obviously, she had been holding back. I tapped her on the shoulder to let her know I was about to cum (as she had asked me to do so many times before), but this time she ignored the tap and kept on sucking until my balls tightened up and I shot off in her mouth.

I expected her to spit, complain, and spit again, but was surprised to feel her swallow my cum, then hold my softening head in her mouth, slowly swallowing the seeping jizz.  As my intense nerves relaxed, she increased her oral stimulations and begin coaxing another erection.

Within seconds of attaining reasonable firmness, she turned around, impaling her beautiful cunt with my cock. She leaned over to kiss me as her ass bounced up and down behind her. The taste of my cum was still fresh on her lips.

She was on the pill, so I wasn't completely concerned about coming inside her. Apparently, she wasn't either, which was also a first. It was only a matter of about five minutes of rhythmic riding before I realized I was ready to cum again, which was probably a good thing with all the noise Angie had been making. I expected her to hop off of me at the first sign of my orgasm, but instead she ground her pubic bone harder against mine, flattening her swollen clit against me. Within seconds of feeling the warm gush of cum inside her, her cunt tightened around my shaft, loosened for a second, and then tightened again. I could feel my cum drip from her cunt down to my balls and ass.

We remained motionless for a few minutes, and then, in her formerly typical prudish fashion, she hopped off, got dressed, and ran into the camper for a quick shower, cold water or not. About fifteen minutes later, she was back in the tent wearing pajamas, and kissing me goodnight. She was asleep within seconds of her head touching the pillow.

I put a towel around my waist and threw on a T-shirt. As I walked out of the tent, I could see Ken sitting by what was left of the campfire. He told me to have a seat, and handed me a beer.

"I thought you went to bed." I asked.

"I did, but Sarah woke up while Angie was getting her rocks off for the third time,” Ken answered with a grin. "She started fingering her cunt so fast and so hard that by the time I realized what was happening, she was finished. She was nice enough to give me a hand job before falling asleep, though."

"Well, that's good, right?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. He looked desperate. Ken knew that Sarah was hard-up, and he felt horrible that he couldn't rock her world as well as he did years ago. I figured it was just a phase they were going through, but it was affecting Ken's enjoyment, too. He almost felt guilty about Sarah not being satisfied by his efforts. Ken was hurting, maybe worse than his wife. He was being told he’s not enough of a man to sexually satisfy his woman. It had to be crushing. Ken as desperate and sacrificing the last vestiges of his ego for the sake of his marriage.

Ken pushed his idea again.

"You should fuck her tonight, Jack.” he said. "Fuck her face. Fuck her cunt. Hell, fuck her feet. I know you like them. She knows you like them."

"And where are you going to be?" I asked.

"I'll wait right here, if you want. When you're done, take a shower and I'll know it's safe to go inside. I don't care. Just get in there!" he said. “If I have to share her with anyone, I need it to be you, my friend.”

"What about Angie? What if she wakes up?" I asked.

"Fuck her, too. Or I'll fuck her; I don't care. She'll probably sleep right through it, after your fuck-session earlier,” he answered.

My cock was almost erect and no longer concealed by the towel around my waist. Ken couldn't help but stare, and I thought he was a little concerned about me pushing too far into his wife's cunt. Little did I know? The thought of Ken offering his wife made my cock swell even larger. I couldn't hide it anymore. That busty woman was enough to make a priest leave his collar.

I had no idea how this would work. I didn't even know if Sarah would go for it.

 What if she didn't?

How would we act the rest of the weekend?

What would I say to Angie if she found out?

Did Ken want to fuck Angie?

That would be interesting. Ken wasn't well endowed in length, but he had most guys beat in girth; including me. The thought of young Angie being fucked silly by a short stocky guy with a short fat cock amused me enough to make my cock spring up.

I threw the towel over my shoulder, exposing my erect cock and shaved balls. Ken gave me a big grin and subconsciously put his hand down the front of his shorts. I walked toward the camper wearing nothing but a T-shirt, flip-flops, and a worried smile. I carefully opened the door so it wouldn't make any noise. The lights were all out except for the bathroom/shower light. This was an older camper, but it was a huge one. It had a master bedroom on one end, and two bunk beds on the other. In the middle, there was a kitchen/eating area and a small bathroom that housed a commode and shower. Ken had made a few modifications to the camper, and I was impressed every time I stepped into it.

Sarah was asleep in the master bedroom. I decided to take a quick shower to wash the cum off my balls and ass crack and calm myself down. I hoped Ken would understand that this wasn't the "after I fucked Sarah" shower, and would stay outside. I didn't waste any time, and still had half an erection as I toweled myself dry.

I came out of the little bathroom and turned out the light. I quietly stepped into the master bedroom and found Sarah asleep on her stomach, naked, and with one armed tucked under her. Her hand was between her legs and it looked like she had been fingering herself in her sleep.

I carefully got into bed with her, and slowly slid into position beside her, but a little lower. I put my hand on her leg and gently ran my fingers up and down, giving her goose bumps on her ass. At first she thought I was her husband and just moved over, and reached over to my hip.

When she felt my pre-cum covered cock pressing against her, she was startled. Ken had a short, fat cock that curved up sharply making it look shorter than it probably really was. (I made that discovery when his shorts came off while waterskiing with a hard-on.) My cock was seven inches in length, thick as a cucumber, and stood straight out when erect. This definitely wasn't her husband's cock.

She asked me; “ What do you think you are doing?” and drew the sheets up around her as she rolled on her back away from me. I thought I had ruined everything.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked. I knelt up on the bed, making my cock bounce in front of me in the moonlight. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"I don't know what I want, Jack.” she said. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. "But now that you're here, and you've crossed the line, I definitely don't want you to leave."

She asked; “Did Ken put you up to this?”

I said that Ken just wanted her to be happy; that he thought this might help.

She asked; “What do you think would happen when I tell Angie that you fucked the shit out of me all night?”

 I knew she was playing with me and I told her; “You won't tell Angie anything with my cock in your mouth.”

Sarah thought about it for a minute, and sat up, letting the sheets fall off her naturally large tits. My eyes were finally able to see in the darkness, and the moon was shining just enough to give me a great view of her incredible body.

 I leaned over to lightly kiss her, but she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues wound around each other like we were high school lovers. She reached down and grabbed the shaft of my cock while continuing to kiss my face, neck, and ears. She pushed me back down and kissed my chest, stomach, and legs. When she got to my feet, she put one toe at a time in her mouth and sucked and swirled her tongue around them. Then she rolled me onto my stomach and began kissing the back of my legs. She worked up my legs to my back, intentionally passing my ass, and then kissed me around my neck again. She lay on my back and worked her body between my legs, spreading them as she slid down my back with kisses along my spine.

Clearly, she was living out her deeply held fantasy tryst with a man of her considerable desires.

When she got to the crack of my ass, she spread my cheeks and began licking my crack lightly. I could feel her saliva dripping from her mouth as she began to concentrate on my asshole. She spread my cheeks further and pulled my ass up into the air, so that I was now kneeling, with my face still on the mattress, as her tongue found my sphincter again and again. Her fingers rubbed under my scrotum, working my prostate into high alert.

"Now, it's my turn" she said.

I was seconds away from an incredible orgasm, but did as she asked. I kissed every inch of her body, in the exact order that she kissed mine, ending with her asshole. Her ass came up and her fingers found her clit while I tongued her anus. Within seconds, she was shuddering. She collapsed on her stomach, and then turned to give me a kiss goodnight.

"I'm not finished with you, yet, Sarah." I said. "Unless you really want to call it a night?" I asked.

"What else do you want to do? Aren't you exhausted, Jack?" she asked, almost whimpering. “I heard you rabbits fucking in the tent for nearly an hour.”

"I know you've been talking to Angie, so you know I can fuck again and again." I said, kneeling again, straddles just over her waist with my bouncing cock tapping the cleavage of her tits. The tip was inches from her face.  "A friend asked me to fuck the shit out of his wife tonight, and that's what I'm going to do. We haven’t fucked yet. Please tell me you aren’t just a cock tease?”"

Sarah looked like a girl on her birthday with a dozen presents left to open. She was glowing. She was now alive and wasn't sure where to begin. I helped her decide by holding the back of her head and gently pushing my cock in her mouth. She hadn't had to deal with a cock this long since her college days, and was a little out of practice. I let her gag a few times, then decided to give her a break and French-kissed her for a few minutes. While we kissed, I moved  down between her legs and pushed them apart and up so her feet were near her face. She guided my cock to her cunt and I easily slid inside her. I kissed her feet as she pulled me closer to her. Within minutes, she was clawing my thighs and muttering my name under her breath.

I pulled out of her cunt and guided her legs back down. Kneeling, I got on top of her, and slid my cock between her tits. I knew I was only going to last a few more seconds, so I decided to give her tits a little attention before I came. As I moved forward, my knees pinned her arms down.

“Drink it all, my buxom love bunny!” I said as I held her head back as I shot my full load in her mouth. Neither of us expected the amount of cum that I produced, but she winced and swallowed every drop like a college girl doing her first shot of tequila. Then she leaned in and captured the head of my cock in her lips. Her tongue went to work, polishing all the jizz off my glans.

I carefully moved back down her body, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks, and cum-covered lips. She ran her fingers through my hair as I kissed and sucked her nipples. I kissed her belly and worked my way down to her hairless cunt. I wasn't sure when she started waxing, but there were no bumps or razor burn.

Just as I did to Angie earlier, I slid two fingers in Sarah's cunt, and one up her asshole while I tongued her clit. Sarah's belly moved up and down rapidly as she tried to contain her second orgasm. I removed my fingers and stepped down off the bed. I lifted her legs again, pulling her so her ass was off the edge of the bed. I pushed her legs back and gave her cunt a few deep thrusts with my cock, then pulled out and accidentally placed the head of my cock on her anus.

"jack, not yet!" she said. "I want you to cum in my cunt, first. Then you can do whatever you want."

 It dawned on me that she thought I wanted to fuck her up the ass. The desire was there, but I really didn't think it was an available option, especially since I had never done that before.

I backed up and put her feet together, and let her knees fall to the sides. She must have known what I wanted to do, because she held her feet in such a way that they formed a cunt shape. I slid my cock between her feet and she proceeded to jerk me off with those pretty little feet. I let her jerk me off for a few minutes before I pushed her legs back and pushed my cock back deep into her cunt. I pulled her hips down hard as my cock pushed against her cervix. She locked her legs wrapped behind my back and pulled me in tighter as I came inside her. Blasting jizz hard against the far end of her cunt.

She held me in place with her legs behind my back for at least a minute, and then asked if I was finished.

"What’s different about you today?" I asked her.

"I wasn't wearing any underwear, if that's what you mean,” she answered. "I waxed my cunt, too, so I would tan better down there. It's been feeling so good that I'm thinking about getting my clit and nipples pierced, next."

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked.

"Not if you have more to do, Jack. Do you have more to do to me? Your cock felt really good inside me. I could use more of the same, if you feel up to it'" she said, spreading her legs wide.

My cock was bouncing in front of me again. "More of the same; and then some,” I said, and pulled her ass further off the edge of the bed and placed her ankles on my shoulders.

Cum squished out of her cunt and down her ass as I worked my cock inside her again. I came inside her cunt two more times before turning her over and tonguing her asshole again. She had her arms stretched out on the mattress in front of her with her face and tits on the bed. Her knees were set about two feet apart and her back was arched so her asshole was open and exposed. I tongued her anus for several minutes, allowing my saliva to fill her asshole. I had fantasized about doing a girl up the ass since seeing my first anal-sex video, but thought it was only something porn stars did. I had the feeling Sarah was going to let me do whatever I wanted, so I decided to go for it. Somehow Sarah thinks I’m a sex god who can do anything and do it excellently. I hoped I would keep that reputation when the sun comes up.

I backed up and admired the sight of her beautiful, full, round ass, and realized I would never look at it the same after tonight. In fact, it would be hard to conceal the erection I was likely to get every time she bent over.

I no sooner pushed the head of my cock against her sphincter than she pushed back against me. After the first inch, she paused for several seconds, then pushed again. She pushed back farther and farther until at least four inches were buried in her asshole.

"Do you really like my ass?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder. "It's not as nice as Angie's."

"I love your sexy ass,” I answered. Sarah's ass was even better than Angie's. Sarah might have been older, and curvier than Angie, but she didn't have an inch of noticeable cellulite on her firm body. And even though Sarah's cunt might have been a little looser than Angie's, her asshole was tight, yet accommodating.

"Then fill my ass, Jack. The way you filled my cunt,” she whispered. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her toward me. I spit a few more times on my cock as it slid in and out of her asshole. The sight of her beautiful legs and feet to my left and right was almost as arousing as the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her ass. I came within a few minutes, and for the first time, I felt like I was going to collapse.

She pulled forward, allowing my cock to pop out of her ass, and then stood next to me on the side of the bed. She reached up and pulled my head down to her and French-kissed me again. Within seconds, my cock was bouncing in front of me, poking her in the stomach. She had me sit on the bed with my legs off the side, leaning back on my elbows. Then she backed up against me, lifting one leg onto the edge of the bed as she guided the head of my cock toward her asshole. I watched her anus dilate and some cum dripped on my leg.

"Do it again,” she said as she lowered herself onto my throbbing cock.

My cock slid inside her a little easier this time, and she sat completely on my cock. I laid back a little farther on a pillow, and she stayed with me, putting her feet on the bed as well. She then raised and lowered her ass on my cock, over and over, each time, forcing out a little cum from her bowels. I reached around to her front and grabbed her tits, pulling her to lay back against my chest. I kissed her neck and squeezed her nipples as I came in her ass for a second time.

"Again?" I asked.

"I have a guy almost half my age with a cock up my ass. He’s instantly ready to cum inside my mouth, cunt and ass, And make me cum a half dozen times in one night! I've needed to be fucked like this for over 15 years. Yes; again!" she answered loudly.

She lifted her ass off of my stomach, and moved next to me, with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. "Kiss my feet while you fuck me up the ass,” she said. "I know you're in love with my feet. They are kinda pretty, aren't they?"

I stood at the bottom edge of the bed and lifted her feet to my face. As I moved closer, she reached down with both hands and spread her ass cheeks. I slid my cock into her ass and began to lightly kiss her feet and toes.

"Kiss my feet like you're worshiping them,” she demanded. "Suck my toes."

My cock slid deeper and easier into her asshole, and I quickened my thrusts. She began to gasp. I thought I was hurting her, and slowed my thrusts.

"Don't stop Jack! Don't stop fucking my ass, damn it, Jack!" she cried. "I'm coming, damn it! You're making me come, Jack! Oh fuck! Oh Jack!" she yelled.

If that didn't wake Angie up, it would be a miracle.

It was sensory overload. I hoped she was close because I couldn't hold out any longer. I came so hard, cum squished out of her asshole and onto my balls. She pulled her feet from my mouth and wrapped them around my waist. She kept pulling me toward her as I was coming, then pulled me on top of her and kissed me all over my face. We hugged for a few minutes with her legs around me and my cock still buried deep in her ass.

"Enough?" I asked.

"Yeah, Jack. enough,” she said. "That was fucking incredible. I won't be able to walk the rest of the weekend."

"Shower?" I asked.

She smiled and kissed me. "I think we might be able to squeeze in there together."

We got up and assessed the bedroom before tiptoeing to the bathroom. We made a mess of the bed. Luckily, they had several sets of sheets, and we managed to change the linen before taking a shower.

Once we were in the tight shower, Sarah washed me thoroughly, then dropped to her knees and began sucking my tired cock again. I tried to pull her up to me, but she insisted on giving me another blowjob. "I love your cock and ass about as much as you love my ass and feet. Believe me: I enjoyed this more than you did,” she giggled.

 "I love your tits, too,” I added.

She didn't seem to pay attention, as she was busy practicing her deep throat technique on me. She let my cock plop out of her mouth momentarily and let it hit her in the face as she licked my shaved balls. Her hands were all over my legs and ass, occasionally caressing my hairless sack. I kept my pubic hair trimmed above my cock, but I hadn't shaved there; yet. Sarah was very talented and I had a feeling that Ken never knew.

"Jack, does Angie suck your cock this good?" she asked. Bad grammar aside, I didn't know how to answer. "Maybe I should show her?" she added with a grin.

I was getting tired, and Sarah needed to go to bed so Ken could go to bed. The next day, Angie would be wondering why the rest of us were so tired. I grabbed Sarah's head and shoved my cock down her throat, held it there, then pulled it out to let her catch her breath. She looked up at me, surprised and a little shocked. I held her head firmly and shoved my cock down her throat again, this time making her gag. I held her head close to my pubic area with my cock down her throat, and then pulled out again. I thought I pissed her off at first, but then I realized I must have turned her on.

Not to be outdone, she forced more of my cock down her throat and slid a finger up my ass. She pulled me down at my waist, forcing my legs to bend at the knee slightly. She pulled her head back and then leaned in to swallow my cock again. She did that about five more times while sliding her finger in and out of my ass. Finally, she held the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could until it started to hurt. She was working her finger in my ass like a jackhammer. I came hard and felt my knees buckle. Sarah jammed her finger up my ass further, thinking I was trying to get more of her finger inside me. I came again, and cum dripped from her lips as I filled her mouth with another spurt. She pulled my cock from her mouth long enough to swallow, and then put it back in her mouth as if she wanted to make sure she got the last drop.

I reached under her jaw and squeezed her mouth open so I could pull my cock out, then pulled her up to me. I pulled her up so I could kiss her and she crossed her legs behind my back. She kissed me all over my face and neck, then hugged me for a while, while the water temperature started to drop. She felt good in my arms, and her ass cheeks felt good on top of my growing cock. I would have fucked her again if I thought Ken wouldn't mind, but decided we had done enough for one night (and morning). Sarah put her head on my shoulder a little longer and I could feel her freckled cheeks tighten as she smiled.

When the water was too cold for either of us to handle any longer, we decided it was time to get out and get dressed.

“Sarah,” I said in a hushed tone that captured her attention; “Ken is an amazing man, to sacrifice his pride and ego for your full satisfaction. Please protect his honor and self-esteem. He’s hurting. I know, because I’m a man. This situation crushes a man in a way I don’t know if their woman can fully understand. Now that he’s assured your contentment, Make sure he feels it was appreciated and reciprocated.” I said as I turned off the water.

Sarah stood there, silently, thinking. She nodded; “Yes, I think I need to attend to that.”

“And tell him often, just how amazing his cock is. He’ll never fully get over his feelings of inadequacies, but you can make this new understanding work if Ken is happy, too.”

I grabbed my towel, kissed her cheek, and left the camper trailer.

I opened the camper door slowly to see if Angie was awake in the tent, but the tent was dark. I stepped out and walked as quietly as someone could while wearing flip-flops. Ken stepped out from the shadow of the front of the camper. He looked exhausted.

"Well?" he asked.

"Wow,” was all I could answer.

Ken smiled and told me he'd see me in the morning. I turned and continued toward my tent. Angie appeared to be asleep, so I quietly slid next to her. She stirred, then sat up and looked at her watch.

"3 AM?" she asked. "Where have you been?"

I told her that Ken and I started talking on my way to the shower, and before we knew it, it was late. She seemed to accept that answer and put her head back down and fell back asleep. I put my arms around her, kissed her neck, and thought about the last four hours until I, too, fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find Angie making breakfast on our little Coleman grill. Her faded denim cut-offs barely covered her bikini bottom, and her bikini top was the skimpiest I've ever seen her wear and was clearly visible under her thin white T-shirt. She wore a small headband to keep her shoulder-length hair out of her face, which today, had a glow even without make-up.

There was no sign of Sarah or Ken, so I asked where they might be. Angie said that Ken went to gas up the boat and that Sarah was sleeping in. I decided to check on Sarah. After giving Angie a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of her ass, I headed to the camper to wake up Sarah.

"Get up if you want some breakfast,” I called out.

"No thanks,” she answered; "I'm already full from last night." She chuckled.

She said that “When Ken came in last night, he was so turned on by what he had heard, I felt obligated to blow him several times until he went to sleep. He really wanted to fuck me, but my cunt and asshole were too sore even though he claimed his was a gentle lover.”

I told her to get dressed anyway, and come outside and enjoy the sunshine.

"Don't worry about that,” she said. "I have to work on keeping this cunt tan. I might even persuade Angie to get some sun in those hard-to-reach places for once."

"That'll be the day,” I grinned, and then walked back to the tent.

Sarah took her time, but eventually joined us for orange juice and a cereal bar. I thought she must have still been on a diet, so I decided to not kid her about it.

Angie and I had a full breakfast, and were in the process of cleaning up when Ken finally showed up. He grabbed some juice and a cereal bar and gave Sarah a big hug and kiss.

"It looks like we're the only ones here until tonight,” Ken said. "Even then, I don't think there'll be that many people on the lake this weekend. It looks like a storm is headed this way tomorrow."

"Well that sucks!" Angie complained.

"We'll just make the most of the good weather while it's here, and make adjustments when we need to. It's not the end of the world, you know,” Sarah said with a grin.

With that, we headed to the boat. The lake was calm and quiet. We were apparently the first ones out that day, so we decided to run the boat quietly. Ken let me pilot and helped me navigate.

Both Sarah and Angie looked incredibly pretty in the morning sun. The morning air was cool and Angie's nipples were poking through her bathing suit top and T-shirt as if she wasn't wearing anything. Ken had noticed this too, and it didn't take long for his cock to react.

"You girls are too hot for me this morning! I'd better cool off before I embarrass myself!" Ken joked as he jumped into the water.

I stopped near a floating dock. I got out and tied off the boat. Sarah and Angie stepped off the boat onto the dock and started to undress. Shorts and T-shirts were thrown back into the boat, and towels laid out on the floating dock.

After taking a quick look around, Sarah untied her bathing suit top and threw that into the boat also. After a brief moment of hesitation, Angie looked at me looking at Sarah, and decided to do the same. Sarah, knowing exactly how this was going to turn out, then stood up and hooked a thumb in each side of her skimpy bikini bottoms.

"Objections?" Sarah looked around and asked.

"Not from me!" Ken said with a smile, treading water alongside the boat.

"Me either!" I said as I stood facing Angie. She was obviously a little shocked.

"This is a little uncomfortable,” Angie whispered. I held Angie in my arms and gave her a warm kiss, telling her we were all friends and that Sarah was just messing around. Angie reached down the front of my shorts and ran her fingers over the head of my pre-cum covered cock. "Is that for me or for her?" Angie asked. I reached down the front of Angie's bikini bottom and ran my fingers between her drenched cunt lips. "I could ask you the same thing,” I whispered. I knew that once Angie's cunt got wet, she would do almost anything to get off. I had a feeling Sarah knew this, too.

Ken was swimming around to the back of the boat where he could climb the ladder and get a better view of Sarah and Angie. Angie still had her hand down the front of my shorts and I had my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. Sarah, completely naked except for her sunglasses and a smile, propped herself up on her elbows to see what was going to happen next.

"Well, since we're all friends and Sarah is just messing around, they won't mind if we put on a show, too, will they?" With that, Angie dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts to my ankles. My cock sprang out and hit her in the cheek and nose. Within seconds, Angie was giving her best efforts at deep-throating my cock. I wasn't sure if she was turned on, angry, or both, but her head was bobbing on my cock like nothing I had ever seen.

 To be continued in part 2.  Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

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Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash.

“Thank you, Mr. Greene.” Rachel smiled in gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you.”

“Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they’re my own. I would do anything for you guys.”

Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting John’s gaze. For his part, John was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel’s exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? John was glad that she wasn’t meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control.

“Okay…I guess we’ll see you on Saturday then.” He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything?

“Yes. I’ll be here at six p.m,” She managed to meet his eyes. “Bye, Mr. Greene.” She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door.

Do all the high school seniors in Denver dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs.

“Coming, honey,” he said. “Just turning out the lights and locking up down here.”

John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head.

John’s wife, Kathy, was from a wealthy family. They dated as seniors in college and got married 2 weeks after they both finished their degrees.  Babies came soon after, but Kathy hated the idea of not pursuing her own career. John loved fatherhood and spent evenings & weekends trying to make up for what Kathy wasn’t giving them.

The following week progressed at a snail’s pace, but Saturday arrived at last. John’s wife had tickets to the opera and although John couldn’t think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that John wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her highbrow events.

The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn’t have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it.

“H…uh…” John stammered. He started to shake and cough.

Rachel giggled. “Can I come in?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I’m exhausted.“ He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him.

"It's okay, Mr. Greene.” She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the back yard to greet her.

John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife’s benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him?

His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. “We’ll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. “Um…would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn’t running and my mom gave me a ride over here.”

“Yes. That would be fine.” John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house.

The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a conversation that didn’t entail her bitching at him for something.

He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn’t all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn’t do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn’t open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

At last the show was over. “That was an excellent performance, don’t you think?” his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. “Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to.”

John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a ride home.

Kathy snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house in front of him, said a quick good-night and thank you to Rachel and disappeared up the stairs.

John followed her in the door, fished some cash out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel. She was just slipping on her flip-flops and smiling at him. She wasn’t wearing her cardigan.

“How were the kids?”

“They were perfect angels, just like always.”

“No problems?”

“Of course not, Mr. Greene,” she said. “They love me and you know that I love them.”

John thought that an odd response. “Well…you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Kathy was exhausted or she would have told you herself.”

“Oh, there’s no need to apologize for her, Mr. Greene,” Rachel answered.

That was another strange response. John was tired, though and didn’t let his mind linger on it. “Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes. I’m totally ready.” Rachel grinned at him.

John tried not to stare. Was she thrusting her chest out further on purpose? Her flat stomach was showing between the bottom of her shirt and her tight pants. John wondered if she was ever able to tuck her shirts in.

John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel’s house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home.

It was a beautiful spring night for a drive to Rachel’s home in the foothills, outside Denver. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say.

Rachel saved him the trouble. “How was the opera Mr. Greene?”

John could feel her gaze on him. “Oh it was fine,” he lied. “Well, Kathy enjoyed it a lot more than I did.”

“I bet,” Rachel replied. “I’m sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert.”

“How…really…you like the Foo Fighters?” he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands.

“Yes. I love both of them, and I know you do too. You’re really funny.”

“I try,” John replied, feeling out of some kind of loop.

“I was looking through your CDs on the stereo,” Rachel finished, laughing. “You always get nervous around me.”

There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don’t talk about openly.

“Don’t say that. I…I don’t,” John fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here?

“I’m just kidding with you. You’re turning all red by the way,” she replied.

John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel’s house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road.

A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John’s car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop.

John’s heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel’s arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs.

“Oh, my fucking God!” she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at John.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring into her big blue eyes.

“Yes,” Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at John that it almost hurt him to turn away.

John’s eyes drifted down to Rachel’s heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing.

“We’re okay,” John said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes.

He squeezed her hand a little too hard. “We’re okay,” he said again.

Rachel nodded and squeezed back. Her little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his.

John pulled his hands away as if they were burned.

“Let’s see if I can get us out of here.” He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration onto restarting the car. John was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel’s eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, or more.

John got the car started and back on the road, resuming the trip. He found himself driving insanely fast even after their little mishap.

“Please, slow down,” Rachel requested timidly, not looking at him this time.

His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver’s side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn’t move or say anything.

“Thank you,” she said simply, smiling at him and then turned and ran into her house.

It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. John’s house was cold and dark when he got home.

“Just like my fucking life and marriage,” John muttered under his breath, as he locked up and went upstairs to bed.

The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation.

John felt like his whole life was turning into a ‘Groundhog Day’ and the only thing he could think about was his newly legal babysitter. For God’s sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls.

As the weekend approached, John decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life and his marriage and his career was the problem. He decided that, thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Kathy. She wasn’t a bitch when he married her. She had changed somehow. He would figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn’t about to give up.

He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips.

“It’s about time you got home.” She glared at him.

“I…are you going somewhere?” He handed her the roses.

“How nice, but they’ll be dead before I get home. You’ve got a black thumb,” she said distractedly, throwing them down on the table in the foyer.

“What do you mean? Where are you going? You know I have to work tomorrow?”

“Yes. I know you have to work. Some of us keep calendars. I’m going to Albaquerque, to my sister’s for a few days.”

“Why?”

“She just had surgery this morning.”

“I knew that,” John lied. He had forgotten all about it. “Is she okay? I didn’t think you were going down there though.”

“I wasn’t, but she called and really needs me. I called Rachel already and she’ll be here before you go to work tomorrow. I’ve got to go. The kids are in doing their homework. No sugar this weekend. I should be back by Tuesday evening.”

Then, without a goodbye or a parting good wish, Kathy was out the door.

“Well shit.” John stared after her for a moment and then went in to see the kids.

John and the kids had a great night, playing the Wii and eating way too much sugar filled food and candy. It was the best night they had together in months. He hated to admit it, but he thought it was probably because Kathy was gone. She hardly ever seemed to have fun anymore.

The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn’t gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. “Damn her,” John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen.

“What? How?”

“Oh there you are, sleepy head.” Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. “We thought we heard you coming down the stairs.” She held out a cup of coffee to him.

“Uh…good morning Rachel,” John said, taking the coffee. “I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?”

“No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That’s yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren’t late.”

“Wow. Thank you,” John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking.

The kids had already finished and were in the family room watching cartoons. John stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket. “I’m not sure how late I’ll be Rachel,” he said.

“That’s no problem. Stay as late as you need to. We’ll be fine.”

“I’ll call and order you a pizza if I’m going to be really late.” John was now awake enough to really look at Rachel. She was wearing another skin tight t-shirt and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Shit!

Rachel laughed. Had she caught him glancing at her chest? John started to turn red.

“Don’t worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I’ll cook something up. Just let me know when you’ll be home. I love to cook, and I’ve got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys,” she called into the family room.

“Good bye daddy!” two little voices shot out in unison.

John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself…life is what you make it.

“Okay, then,” John said. “Dinner’s on you, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Rachel said, beaming at him. “Have a great day Mr. Greene,” she called after him as he walked out the front door.

John turned to her. “Call me John,” he said and headed off to work.

John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home.

“That’s great, John,” Rachel said. “Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in.”

“Wow. You really are good,” he said. “Thanks again. You didn’t really have to cook dinner.”

“Yes I did silly,” Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone.

John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

John pulled up to his house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before he had a chance to fish his key out his pocket. “Hi, John,"Rachel smiled at him. "How was your day?” It was really nice to have someone ask about his day for once.

“It was great,” he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. “I’m really glad to be home though.” That was the truth.

“Well I’m glad you’re home too,” Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house.

John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread.

Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well.

“Thank you. This looks wonderful.”

“You’re welcome. I’m a little nervous. I’m afraid you won’t like it.”

The both sat down and started eating.

“Rachel, this is so good. Who taught you how to cook?” John couldn’t believe how good it was.

“My mom,” she replied. “Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I’ve taken some concurrent enrollment classes at the community college already.”

Rachel picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp and John snapped back to reality.

“Uh…that might not be a good idea,” he said. “I don’t want you driving home after drinking and I don’t want your parents to think that we’re…partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn’t be drinking at all”

“I already thought about that,” she said, sucking an entire meatball into her mouth.

John’s cock twitched in his pants. What did she mean that she’d already thought about that?

“Drink up. It’s really good,” Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table.

John did drink up. She had definitely picked the correct wine. He should know. He was known as a wine snob by his friends. He hadn’t realized she knew anything about wine or even where his wine cellar was.

“That really is good,” John said. “How were you planning on getting home?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I’m not,” Rachel said simply, taking another drink. “I told my parents that you wouldn’t be home till really late and that it would be easier for me to stay the night and get picked up in the morning.”

“Well…I mean…”

Rachel cut him off with laughter. “You are so silly,” she said smiling and gazing into his eyes.

“Well, let’s finish up, "John said.

When they were done, Rachel went up to check on the kids. John cleared the plates and started the dishwasher. Rachel came down a few minutes later. "Oh, I was going to do that.”

“Not on your life,” John said. “The cook never does his own dishes, at least not in this house.”

“That’s sweet, "Rachel said.

Was she tipsy already? John had only seen her drink two glasses but the bottle was empty already. "The kids are already in bed and just waiting for you to say goodnight to them.”

“Thank you,” John said, meaning it. He bounded up the stairs.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he noticed another open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. He was more than a little uncomfortable having an underage drinker in the house, and even more so since it was Rachel. He went into the family room and found Rachel lounging on the couch. She had a glass for him as well.

“Here you go,” she said handing it to him as he sat down on the far end of the couch, away from her.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t keep thanking me. You deserve it. You looked like you had a rough day when you walked in. It’s time for you to relax.”

She was right, of course. John just needed to relax. Rachel was going to sleep in the guest room. Nobody would ever find out that she was drinking here and it was just time for him to relax. Maybe that was the whole problem with everything. Maybe he was so uptight that it was having a negative impact on every aspect of his life.

“You’re right,” John said looking over at Rachel. “It was a long day and I just need to relax.” He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything.”

John looked over at her as she sipped her wine. She really was beautiful, with the biggest blue eyes and most amazingly huge breasts on such a slim figure. His cock started twitching again.

John turned his eyes back to the TV. What the fuck is wrong with you John? He started flipping through channels quickly, before settling on Dumb and Dumber. A good comedy was what they needed.

“I’ve never seen this one,” Rachel said.

“You’re in for a treat then.”

They watched the movie, laughing together at all the funny parts, and finished off the second bottle of wine in the process. John didn’t realize how much he missed sharing laughter with someone.

Somewhere near the end Rachel had dozed off. John watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He was entranced. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her nipples outlined beneath her shirt. She truly was beautiful. Now he had a problem. He had to get her into the guest room. Rachel had definitely had way too much wine and John was feeling a little tipsy himself.

“Okay…let’s find out how much you weigh,” John said moving over in front of Rachel. “Time for bed…can you hear me?” He gently shook her but she didn’t respond. “Okay,” he said and picked her up.

She was surprisingly light; much lighter than his wife. Of course, it had been years since he’d tried to pick Kathy up for any reason. He didn’t think it would happen again unless it was to throw her out the front door on to her ass. John found that thought extremely funny and struggled to contain his laughter.

Rachel snuggled against John’s chest as he carried her up the stairs. His cock hardened and he knew what he would be dreaming about all night. He managed to get her into the guest room, and onto the bed. She was wearing shorts, so he didn’t feel the need to undress her. He pulled the covers over Rachel and left the room.

“Whew…that wasn’t so bad,” John said as he brushed his teeth a few minutes later. He decided to sleep in shorts, just in case he had to wake up for any reason and was soon fast asleep himself.

He woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. He got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the kids. Everything was as it should be and he was soon fast asleep again.

He woke up a little while later. There was someone else in his bed snuggled against him and snoring peacefully. It was Rachel. When had she gotten into his bed? Why had she gotten into his bed? She was still fully clothed and he was too tired to care so he rolled over to the other side of the bed.

He did dream about Rachel that night. He dreamed that he could feel her large soft breasts dragging against his legs as she deep throated his cock. He dreamed that he was bucking his hips up, driving his cock deep into her mouth. He dreamed that she was drooling around his cock and slurping on it, moaning in pleasure as she sucked him hard.

John snapped awake. This was no dream. The covers were off and so were his shorts. Rachel’s giant tits were pressing into his legs and he was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.

“No…stop…” he protested. “You have to stop!”

This only caused Rachel to grab the base of his cock and take him further down her throat. Where had she learned to do this? He was going to cum. She was staring into his eyes and sucking hard; swirling her tongue around his shaft. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was too late to stop.

Rachel moaned as John flooded her mouth with semen. She kept sucking him until he was spent and then released him and sat up on the bed. John’s eyes were accustomed to the dark now and he could see her clearly. She was even more beautiful and more perfect than he had imagined that she would be. Her breasts seemed larger without the confines of a shirt. Her nipples were thick and long.

“You’re still hard,” she said giggling and looking down at his crotch.

“I…yes…I mean no…why are you…” John stammered.

Rachel shook her head and crawled up over John, letting her breasts drag up his body as she did. It was too late for John to protest. Rachel took one of John’s hands and placed it on one of her massive breasts. It was so full and firm and soft. He squeezed.

“My God,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered back, kissing him lightly on the lips.

She was rubbing her pussy on his cock. She was already dripping wet. He had both hands on her chest now, mauling her breasts. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. She gripped him and guided him to her hole and in an instant he was inside her. She was so wet and hot and tight.

“Uh…Oh fuck you’re big,” Rachel grunted. “Let me do all the work.”

Rachel rode him furiously, sliding her body up and down his. Her giant, full breasts mashed against John’s body. She was so tight. He was going to cum again.

“You’re…I’m going to cum,” he panted.

“Me too,” Rachel grunted, staring into his eyes. Her body started to shake. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and she whimpered setting off John’s own orgasm.

Rachel leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He responded by sucking her tongue into his mouth and they kissed fervently as they finished cumming together.

Rachel rolled off of John and they both lay there panting and gasping for breathe.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” John said and then regretted saying anything at all. What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? “I mean…I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything,” Rachel said as she cuddled up next to John, draping her arm and leg over him. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of his body. She kissed him on the cheek and soon she was snoring again. John fell asleep a few minutes later.

To be continued.

By seth p for Literotica