Some friends were throwing a halloween costume party, and the invitations were by phone only. Denise, my girlfriend, was very excited about this party, and said that Sondra threw the "wildest parties ever". Denise had promised our presense, and started looking for costumes. With over a month to prepare Denise started calling every place in the phone book. Several days later I was dragged down to a small shop which rented costumes mostly to theatrical groups. There Densie outfitted me as a Roman soldier, replete with shield and sword (a wooden sword). It was a nice fit, and the leather bracing of the cloth added a certain manliness to the appearance. Denise was eyeing a gown that looked right for about 17th century France (and it looked expensive), but the proprietor took her back and let her try on a different gown first. It was a good choice. The gown was made of layers of thin fabric, and it left her left shoulder bare. It was a classic "Roman" woman's dress, and with Denise's figure (5'5", 113, Blonde, blue, and 34D-22-34) she looked stunning. We paid the tab, promising to bring them back after Halloween. The shopkeeper smiled and told us that every year he loves to watch us "amatuers" dress up and have fun. We laughed and left with our costumes in neat boxes, teasing each other about the fun we could have with them. The day of the party, Denise bought some cheap masks (everyone was supposed to wear one), and started preparing. Our preparations started with a long hot shower together, and we teased each other quite a bit before drying off. I was adjusting the waistband of the kilt-like Roman soldier's outfit and I looked up and saw Denise slipping into her dress. I remarked about her lack of any undergarments, and she smiled seductively. She stood near a strong light and while you couldn't see anything, it certainly promised quite a lot. Especially the way her breasts moved under the sheer fabric. Even several layers didn't stop them from quivering if she moved quickly. I started to dress, wearing jockey shorts under the soldier's kilt. The kilt reached my knees (almost) and Denise slid a hand underneath and pulled them down. I leaned back while she gave me head, and she stopped when she had my shorts in her hand, free of my feet. "There now," She giggled, "you're really dressed like a Roman." I argued that I was not accustomed to wearing a kilt and that I'd feel rather exposed if I didn't wear shorts. Denise exposed a lucious breast and told me that I'd not get any tonite unless I went along with her plans. I've given up trying to figure out how her mind works, so I went along with the game (but I did stuff some spare shorts in the soldier's money bag on the belt). Driving over to Sondra's didn't take long and I fought a hard-on the whole way. Los Angeles doesn't get very cold until mid-December, so the night air felt like erotic caresses under my kilt. Denise's nipples were standing at full attention, pressing against the fabric of her dress. As we got out of the car, I stood lit a cigarette for the both of us to relax. I had an idea, and explained that I'd be her military bodyguard (what a job!) and announce her as "Princess Denesia" tonight. She giggled and agreed. We walked up to the house and rang the bell. Sondra's house was up in one of the canyons and off the beaten path. There were quite a few cars parked in and around her front yard already, and the sounds of a party evident but not loud. When the door opened, we both looked twice and almost didn't recognize Sondra. Sondra is as tall as I am (5'10"), with fairly short dark brown hair, and quite a nice figure for a woman in her early thirties. Her figure is slim, but with the curves in all the right places. Her 34B-22-35 figure often made me jealous of Dave, her husband. The woman who opened the door had golden blonde hair down to past her ass, and she appeared to be stark naked. We both looked twice and when she smiled then laughed we heard Sondra's voice. She was wearing a very tight-fitting light tan body suit on which her artistic husband had painted nipples, a navel, and other appropriate visual clues. I kissed her after Denise did, and remarked at how realistic her "costume" was. She laughed and said that Dave had gone to great detail to be sure that no matter what position she was in, it would look realistic. She turned and bent over and Denise gasped then giggled. Her "vulva" appeared from behind, and Dave's work was so realistic that I fought another hard-on. The blonde wig she wore obviously made her "Lady Godiva" for the evening. She led us into the back of the house, where the party was already underway. I stopped at the bar, picking up a drink for each of us, and talked with my favorite bartender (Dave of course). He was dressed as cowboy, and his tanned and lined face made him look the part. I praised Dave's handiwork with Sondra's costume and scanned the room while he told me how Sondra modeled for it. I tried not to listen, fighting to keep my cock from becoming obvious. There was a cave woman in a fake tiger-skin, some guy dressed as Tarzan (or should that be "undressed"?), a couple of women dressed as old-west saloon dancers (with figures that matched), Christopher Columbus (I guessed), and a gal dressed as Cleopatra. There were too many others to mention, except for two gals that got my attention. One gal was dressed as a "southern belle" and the other (who first peaked my curiosity) was dressed as a buffalo scout. She had an obviously fake moustache, but what seemed peculiar was that even with her tight fitting cowhide costume, her breasts seemed almost non-exist- ant. I wondered if perhaps I was looking at a feminine guy. Dave noticed my stare. "Her name is Joanie." He said off-hand. "And the gal with her is Ann." I looked at Dave and he smiled, saying that he thought Joanie was a bit butch, as he'd seen her dress as a man at last year's party. I moved off to mix with the crowd, finding Denise talking with Sondra and another woman I didn't recognize. They were talking about the fabled Roman orgies and such things, and Denise exclaimed as I approached. "Here comes the best soldier, and the best stud in all of Rome!" Her comment made Sondra and the other woman laugh, as well as several others. Sondra took my arm and guided me over to another group of people, most of whom I couldn't recognize behind their masks. I found myself talking to a somewhat too short Abe Lincoln, a pony-express rider, a WW-I Spad pilot, a nurse, a 20's flapper, and a young woman dressed as an Indian. This last gal did some very nice things to her chamois-skin dress which barely covered her to mid- thigh. We began talking about recreational pursuits like skiing or camping, and how they made our lives and jobs bearable, common enough talk at a party like this. I wandered through the party, joining conversations and enjoying a relaxed atmosphere. Dave came up and took my arm, saying he had a really neat idea. I followed him towards the garage, and he stopped to pull "Pocahontas" along with us. The tight fitting chamios dress she was wearing hugged her lovely form and it made her very alluring. Once in the garage, Dave explained his idea. He was going to air-brush on our masks with an alcohol-based paint that would wash off with simple cold-cream. After a second to think about it, I agreed, and sat down and let him paint a mask over my face and eyes. The paint was very cold as it hit my face, and Dave started on one cheek, moving evenly over my tightly closed eyes. The paint stayed cold as the alcohol evaporated and I could smell the vapors. Dave fanned at my face with a cardboard sheet and told me to open my eyes. "Pocahontas" was standing directly in front of me when I did, and she gasped as my eyes opened suddenly, seeming to jump out of the black mask. Her nipples were pushing against the material and her face seemed flushed. Dave motioned for us to change places and we did. My reaction when she opened her eyes was the same, a slight start when her eyes opened and became a stark contrast to the deep black mask. Dave told us to put our cheap masks back on, so that no one would know until after midnite. We both caught his laughter and replaced our masks and rejoined the party. Sondra caught up with me at the bar (now tended by a 30's gangster), and led me out back onto the deck. She drew my attention down the slope of the yard where, in the darkness, I could see two figures moving in a very specific rhythmn. I looked at her and she giggled that it was "Cleopatra" and "Tarzan" down there fucking each other silly. I looked around and saw Denise through the crowd inside, talking with the "butch" buffalo scout and her Southern belle and mentally reminded myself that we did have a somewhat open relationship. It was about eleven o'clock when Sondra took center stage (so to speak) in the room and announced that at midnight there would be a very unique unmasking of all the guests. I smiled and my eye caught "Pocohontas" looking over at me. We smiled at each other, knowing what surprises we had under our masks. Just so the reader knows, the lighting at the party was dim, mostly reds and yellows, keeping a subtle moodiness over us all. Sondra disappeared and Dave now was telling us that they had made the rest of the house into a fantasy world for us to explore after our un-masking. He also explained that anyone wishing either to leave or stay the night was welcome to do so, just as long as Dave or Sondra knew. An excited babble started and Denise sought me out. "See?" She said. "I told you they threw the best parties." "I thought you said 'wild parties'" I said back to her. Her reply was a small throaty laugh, and she said to wait, the best part was coming up. I'd forgotten all about my lack of underwear and suddenly I felt naked in my Roman outfit. At about eleven-thirty, Dave drew everyone into the room and produced a small box. He had the Southern-belle draw a slip of paper. He read from the paper. "Cleopatra" Dave said in an even voice. The girl that had earlier been in the back yard came forward and stood next to Dave. She looked at him expectantly, then he indicated for her to draw another slip of paper. Dave read that one too. "Indiana Jones" he announced triumphantly. A man came up, and he was dressed just like the character, down to the hat, jacket and the bullwhip. Dave now explained that these two were to un-mask each other for the remainder of the party. "Un-Mask each other completely" he added. Since Cleopatra's name was drawn first, she was allowed to "un-mask" Indiana Jones first. She started unfastening his clothes and quickly had him stark naked except for his mask. I heard my own gasp along with many others when she removed his mask and his face had the same painted-on mask as I did. I then guessed that Dave had led everyone to beleive that only they had one. "Indy" had a large cock that was growing as he began undressing Cleopatra. He quickly removed her flimsy garments and bared her fine figure. He left her bracelets and necklaces on (a nice touch), and finally removed her mask, revealing an- other painted on. This went on for several rounds. Finally, someone drew, and I heard Dave say "Roman Warrior". Well, my ticket was up. I walked up, fighting (without much success) a building erection. Another name was drawn, and to my surprise it was "Buffalo Scout". The young woman who looked flat chested stood before me, eyeing me hard. I began by squatting carefully to avoid displaying my nakedness underneath the kilt (although why at this stage I don't know), and pulling her tall moccasin type boots off. Untying the draw- string of her buckskin pants and pulling them down, I saw the most beautiful light brown bush nestled between a pair of lovely thighs. I held the pants as she stepped out of them and saw that her thighs didn't meet at the top, leaving a small gap between them and her vulva. As I moved to stand up, I de- liberately exhaled my hot breath against her mons. I stood very close to her and she looked up into my eyes, hers now seeming to plead for me to take her. I pulled her buckskin top over her head, taking the fake moustache with it when it pulled over her head. and looked at her. Her breasts were very small, and her nipples were dark and erect. My arm brushed against her stomach as I tossed her top onto the heap of other costumes. I looked at her and started to remove her mask, her eyes flashing with a lusty look. I had figured her for a lesbian, but her breathing was irregular, and her face was flushed. She too had the painted mask, so her face remained obscured in the dim light. She took her turn, smiling as she knelt in front of me. Her hands unfastened the sandals I wore and slid up my legs lightly, caressing me. I felt my cock rising, and nothing I could do would prevent it. I glanced about the room, and saw that several men's costumes contained bulges, and the ones undressed where fully aroused. The girl's hands disappeared under my kilt, apparently planning on removing my underwear first. She stopped suddenly and looked up at me, surprise registering on her face. Her hands slid from my hips to my groin and she wrapped her hand around my cock. "Now I know what Roman Soldiers DON'T wear under here!" She said, eliciting a laugh from the crowd. She found the clasp of the kilt and it dropped away. She was still kneeling and as she stood up, she let my cock brush her face and chest. I sighed deeply when she faced me. She stood almost against me as she undid the many buttons of the tunic, my cock pressed upwards against her stomach. She started undulating sensuously against me, and I heard the cat-calls and whistles, mostly from the other ladies present. I saw Denise watching, a big smile on her face, her nipples pressing against her dress, and she was rooting for the "buffalo scout" to continue. She peeled my tunic off, pulling it off towards my back and pressing herself against me. Her lips grazed my right nipple and I felt her tounge flick over it quickly. She pulled my tunic off and let it drop to the floor. Pressing her short body against me, she raised her hands and removed my mask, showing the now standard paint-mask. Her nails raked down my back as she sensously gave me a brief hug. Everyone applauded a good performance (on her part) and Dave told us to stand with the other naked guests. The room was segregated by dressed and undressed. The undressed side was dwindling quickly and since my turn, it seemed that the acts were getting more and more erotic. Two turns later Denise was called up just before the Southern- belle. It dawned on me that two men could be undressing each other, but as it turned out none did. I wondered how Denise would react, and watched her move quickly to undress the small blonde. Once the dress fell away, Denise was faced with a lavender corset. The blonde wore no panties and her bush showed clearly. I watched, very aroused, when Denise started unfastening the corset by reaching around the blonde instead of standing behind her. The blonde just leaned into Denise and her face was just barely above Denise's cleavage. Once the corset released her, her breasts sagged just a bit to reveal their true fullness and shape. Denise knelt again, sliding the corset down the belle's legs. When she stood, her hands glided up the sensuous body, cupping both full breasts. Denise removed the mask and there was no surprise at the other one painted on. Now it was Denise's turn, and I was very aroused by her bold touching of another woman. She'd never mentioned anything about other women so I assumed that she was a straight-arrow. The petite blonde belle knelt and took care of the sandals, and she stood and reached around Denise, looking for a way to release her dress. Her hands roved over Denise's back and sides, looking for the hidden fastenings. Denise's chest rose quickly and her hips moved in a sensual way. The "buffalo scout" was named Joanie and she stepped next to me and whispered. "Your wife?" She asked. I told her Denise was my girlfriend. She ran her hand down my back, smiling, and said simply "Good." The blonde was peeling Denise's dress off slowly, her hands caressing every inch as the dress slid to the floor. Denise stepped out, a flush visible between her breasts. "Your girlfriend Bi?" Joanie whispered. "Not that I know of." I replied. The blonde was now slithering up Denise's body, pressing hers against Denise's as she rose to remove the mask. "Ann's incredibly sexy isn't she?" Joanie asked. The question needed no reply, and I watched as she removed Denise's mask. Everyone applauded and made some comments about the "heat" that Ann had generated with Denise. Denise and Ann came over to us and we talked while more names were drawn. Ann's hand rested on Denise's ass, and she didn't seem to object. "See what I mean by a wild party?" Denise asked. She turned to Ann, and thanked her. Ann squeezed her cheek and kissed her lightly. Ann turned to me and asked if I had enjoyed Joanie's teasing. "Do I look dead?" I asked. Six eyes went down to my erect cock and they all smirked and shook their heads. Denise and Ann went to get some drinks for all of us and we continued to watch the show. Sondra was up with a younger guy dressed as a sailor. Sondra was to be undressed first, and the "sailor" showed some real imagination. Sondra's body-suit didn't hide much, and what it did, it advertised. The sailor didn't even start with unfastening the suit, but went directly into licking her "painted" parts through the suit. Sondra's hips were swaying as the sailor worked down and mouthed her pussy through the fabric. My cock twitched when she pressed her pelvis forward against his eager mouth. I felt Joanie's hand wrap around my cock and squeeze, so I slid mine down and under her ass, finding her opening wet and the lips already open. She leaned against me while we watched the sailor repeat his licks as he took Sondra's body-suit off. Denise and Ann came back, and Denise warned Joanie not to get me too worked up this early. Sondra was standing with the sailor's mouth firmly on her now naked pussy, her hands pressing his face against her. Some of the women were shouting encouragements to them and finally Sondra had to step back and away in order to keep things moving along. Sondra's breathing was very heavy as she quickly removed the sailor's uniform. She started with his shirt and worked down. His cock sprang free and stood at attention, all nine or ten inches! As Sondra worked the pants over his feet, she swallowed him whole, taking it almost completely down her throat. Some people gasped at the amazing feat, and Joanie squeezed my cock hard. My finger slipped into her hot little pussy, and I felt her juices on my hand. Sondra un-masked the sailor finally and they joined our side of the room. A short time later, the last couple was paired up and took center stage. This was the cave girl and Tarzan (an appropriate couple). Neither of them had much to remove and they did each other simultaneously. As soon as they were both naked, "Tarzan" picked up the small cave girl and turned her upside down, holding her twat up to his face. He started sucking her pussy and her mouth sucked his cock while the stood there. Everyone started applauding the show, and they finally stopped and unmasked each other. Sondra announced that the rest of the house was open for exploration, all except two closed doors that were off-limits (please). Denise, Ann, Joanie and I started to wander towards the other rooms, curious as to what they held. The first room was faintly lit and soft cushions abounded. A film played on one wall showing a belly dancer in the middle of a harem of naked women. The women were all working each other up into a frenzy as the dancer danced. Ann and Denise stayed, with Denise telling me not to worry, she'd catch up. I felt a tingling sensation and was torn between staying to watch what might happen between her and Ann, and wanting to explore more of the house. Joanie and I went to the next room, and found matresses covering the floor and another movie playing on the wall. We watched a porn queen taking two cocks in her cunt at the same time, and then we followed several people down to the basement. There we saw a well equipped B&D and S&M chamber and several people were already enjoying. Joanie wasn't into that so we found another room. In this one Joanie practically dragged me to the cushions before I could really tell what it was about. On the wall was a girl deep-throating a huge cock and the scenes changed to show various oral sex scenes. Joanie started to suck my cock greedily, watching the screen. I tried to pull her pussy up so I could suck her too, but she resisted, telling me just to watch the movie. Joanie was sucking my seven inch cock with wild abandon, her saliva drooling down and making my balls wet. I realized she was following everything the girls in the movie were doing and relaxed and started enjoying. The girl in the movie suddenly received a faceful of come, and started rubbing it all over her face. Joanie was rubbing my cock on her face, moaning and gasping. Another scene started, obviously spliced in at the midway point. A young blonde girl was sucking an averaged sized cock deep into her mouth. Joanie took me all the way down to the root and I moaned. She parted from the movie, repeating the deep-throating of my cock, forcing her mouth down rapidly. She was using my cock to fuck her mouth, and I started raising my hips to meet her. The girl on the screen received her mouthfull of jism, and Joanie seemed to go crazy, rubbing my cock on her face and licking under my balls. Another scene started, and this time I reached over and began finger fucking Joanie's soaked pussy. Her hips moved up and gave me better access to her dripping hole, and she sucked me with a renewed vigor. I watched the movie and a busty redhead leaned back as two guys spurted their come on her big tits. A montage started after that, showing guys coming on girls faces, tits, asses and cunts, with the emphasis on their faces and tits. I felt a rising surge, Joanie still wildly sucking my cock. I told Joanie I was going to come, and she went into a complete lust for my cock. I decided I knew what turned her on, so I asked her. "Would you like me to come all over your tits? Your face?" I said huskily. Her reply was through her panting, "God!...Yes!...My tits...face...Yes!" I moved her onto a cushion so she could watch the movie or me, and I knelt, my hips straddling her stomach. She was propped up almost vertically, and she sucked me into her mouth. "Make me cum baby" I said and I felt the rising heat inside me. Joanie sucked, rubbed her face with my cock, and did every- thing a guy could wish for, and I felt a huge orgasm rising. She began to stroke me with both her small hands and I felt the first pulsing gush flow into her mouth. Another gush, again into her mouth, and I pulled back, pushing my cock down in time for the next flooding rush to cover her right tit with thick white cum. She arched up, pressing her nipple to my cock and I fired again. I stroked myself and started rubbing my cock on her face, my cum was still spurting onto her lips and into her hair. Joanie shuddered and moaned loudly, rubbing her face and tounge all over my cock. As we began to slow down, I used my hand and rubbed the thick sperm from her right tit all over her chest, pinching her nipples wetly. I watched in awe as her eyes rolled back and she shuddered again, twitching each time I pinched or pulled her nipples. Finally we both fell into a heap next to each other, breathing hard and glistening with sweat. Joanie told me that she comes only if someone is rubbing or sucking her clit, or if she gives head and can feel the come on her sensitive tits. Fascinated, I talked to her until my flagging cock was standing hard again, and this time I came in her mouth alone, pulling and pinching her nipples hard as her mouth filled with my cum. She orgasmed again and kept cuming as long as her nipples were toyed with. We looked around us and several other couples were in the room, in various stages of sexual encounters. Ann and Denise came into the room and over to us. Both busty gals a contrast to the small breasts of Joanie. I could tell that Ann and Denise had been having fun, their pussy lips were distended and swollen, and they both tasted like pussy when we kissed each other. Joanie too kissed Ann and Denise, with long tounging strokes. I asked if they'd like to join us at our place. Ann smiled and said that Denise had just suggested that. We all dressed and headed to our place. Denise rode with Ann and Joanie with me. I told Joanie that I was surprised that she didn't have to beat guys off with a stick since her oral talents were very pleasing and arousing. She blushed and said that she hadn't had too many men in her life (only four I found out), but that women also seemed to be very interested in her "gift". At our apartment, Joanie explained to Denise and Denise looked at me and smiled. Denise explained that while I loved to suck and lick her pussy for hours, she didn't like me to come in her mouth all that much. Ann suggested we shower and go to bed together and have a long foursome session, doing whatever seemed fun. Ann and Denise showered first and Joanie and I ate each other until they finished. Joanie was very horny when we took our shower and sucked me off again in the shower, while I pulled her nipples. We both came, and then washed up, joining Denise and Ann in the bedroom. The girls were already into a heavy sixty-nine and Joanie and I curled up and watched. Joanie reached over and tasted some of Denise's cream, then she slid over and joined them. The sight of three horny women doing each other got me hard again, and I slipped my cock into Joanie's pussy from behind. She sucked Denise while Ann sat on Denise's face. Ann was the first to orgasm and she bucked and moaned loudly before falling off Denise and laying on her side, curled up in a happy haze. I told Joanie to bend Denise's legs back and suck her cunt hard and fast. Joanie complied and started to bring my girlfriend off. I reached under Joanie and used two fingers to massage her hard bud of a clit. Her hips rose up and she rocked them back and forth. Her fires ignited, she lapped Denise into a frenzy, stopping just before she came, then starting again. Denise was sweating heavily, her face and tits flushed, her breathing ragged. Finally Denise came, and Joanie sucked and licked her slowly, keeping her on the edge for quite a while. Denise curled up with Ann, who now was watching Joanie and me. I pulled Joanie's delicate hips up and started ramming her from behind, fingering her clit as I did. She moaned and squirmed, forcing her hips back against me very hard, and she started to come just before I did. I drove against her so hard that I lifted her off the bed, impaling her on my cock. She screamed and shuddered on my cock, her whole body wracked by an explosive orgasm. We both fell over and laid on our sides, shaking and sweating together. "Je-SUS KEE-RIST!" Ann said. "I've never seen anyone come that hard!" Both Joanie and I smiled. Denise put in her comment with, "God-DAMN!" About a month later, Denise moved in with Ann, and Joanie moved in with me. We still see each other regularly, and still have our foursomes about once a month. Joanie has told me that I'm the first guy that has ever made her come without rubbing her clit (last week). She still loves me to come in her mouth, or on her tits, but she's learning to relax and enjoy a good hard fucking. We both like to watch a porno movie and tease each other, sometimes Joanie comes while I'm rubbing or sucking her nipples, and other times she just lays back and lets me tease her to near orgasm. Then when we go to bed, she can come without needing me to rub her clit. I just bought her some small light clamps for her nipples and she loves to wear them on weekends. Ann and Denise have their own boyfriends, and they are glad Joanie and I met, as we've fallen in love with each other. My only regret is that Joanie may kill me with her sexy mouth or pussy. If I do go, however, it will be with a terrific smile on my face! David had invited Cindy over to his home for dinner. He served her spaghetti with his mother's secret meat sauce, tossed salad, garlic bread and for dessert a chocolate souffle. The meal went perfectly. After dinner David cleared the table while Cindy turned on some soft music. David had hoped Cindy would help with the dishes; but she didn't. Not wishing to neglect her, he left the dishes in the sink and returned to his guest. The two sat down on the couch, relaxed, took their shoes off and talked awhile. They discussed several subjects such as material they had learned in their college classes, gossip, and politics. Eventually David moved closer to Cindy and put his arm around her. She then kissed him with her tongue on the mouth. David then began massaging her nipples thru her blouse and very soon after had removed her blouse and bra. In the mean time Cindy had also been undressing David. She had taken off his shirt and begun unbuckling his pants. Then an unusual thought hit David. "Cindy should have offered to help with the dishes. She should be taught a lesson." David suddenly interrupted fore play and told Cindy to stand up which she did without really suspecting anything. He said to her, "You really should have offered to help with the dishes. I worked very hard to make a nice meal for you and you do not even have the courtesy to help with the clean-up." She replied, "I'm sorry David. I am thoughtless sometimes. You know I loved your dinner and I really love you." She was feeling a bit silly, standing there with her breasts exposed, being told off by the usually mild mannered man she had fallen in love with. "I happen to love you too. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Perhaps the best way to show you my love is teach you that lesson. You behaved tonight like a thoughtless little girl. Do you know what happens to thoughtless little girls?" "They get a good spanking." She had no idea what possessed her to say it. Some how she thought David was merely playing a game. "Exactly," said David, "now bend over my knee." Cindy put on a pouting face and said, "please don't spank me. I'll be good." Apparently she still thought he was only joking. "Bend over my knee now," said David sternly. Cindy laid herself across David's lap as she said to him, "not to hard please, Darling." David then reached under the twenty year old blonde's skirt and grabbed her panties; which he slowly and carefully pulled down along with her hosiery. He then eased the removed protective clothing off of her feet. He then began folding her skirt up as he lectured her on her thoughtlessness. He continued the lecture for a few minutes as he gazed at the exposed spankable bottom. Finally, after what must have been an eternity for Cindy, he lifted his hand and brought it down hard upon her left cheek. She screamed from the second of contact. She then realized that he was not joking. Before she could catch her breath, another slap came down upon her right cheek. David had to then tighten his grip as she struggled to be free. David said, "If you continue to struggle I'll be forced to use my belt," as he gave the teary eyed woman a third slap; this time upon the joint of her left thigh and buttock. The lesson continued for another three minutes in which time Cindy received around thirty spanks. Her bottom was left a deep crimson color. Also to her surprise, her pussy was very wet. She also noticed a bulge in David's half open pants. She decided she could be angry over the spanking later. For now she needed to have David inside her. She finished undressing her love while David untied her skirt and let it drop to the floor. He then picked her up and carried her in his arms to the bedroom. The two got into his queen size bed with Cindy in the superior position. Any other position would have been too painful considering the lesson she had just been given. They both reached climax almost simultaneously. It was the best orgasm either had ever experienced up till that time. They continued to lie together in bed for some time. David was on his back and Cindy was lying on her side with David's arm around her in a tight embrace. Finally Cindy gave David a big kiss on the cheek and said, "thank you for showing me your love." On Saturday night my bitch, Karen, invited her niece, Jane, and Jane's new boyfriend over for drinks and to watch a couple of rented movies. We had never met Joe, but Jane had a lot of good to say about him so he had to be okay. Karen and I are 38 and try to keep ourselves in good shape, although the years do take their toll in places. I am six-foot-two, and about 210 pounds. Karen is five-foot-seven, 128 pounds, and has long blonde hair that flows to her waist. Karen's measurements are 38C-24-36. Karen has no trouble turning the heads of other men -- and a few women -- when she walks down the street. Men love to see her braless breasts swing and sway under the tanktops she loves to wear in the summer. Good looks must run in the family. Jane is an absolute knockout, although from the neck down you couldn't tell they were related. Jane is 25, five feet tall, and about 100 pounds and also has very long blonde hair. She has very small breasts, beautiful eyes and -- oh yes -- a great mind (big grin). I have admired Jane since the first time I had met her. Her size intrigued me, since my bitch is much more "developed." I've mentioned to Karen many times that Jane looked like the type of woman that a man could REALLY enjoy himself with. Karen had told me about an experience that she and Jane'd had together about six years ago, before we met. Jane and Karen had met a really good- looking guy on vacation in Japan and both of them wanted to spend the night with him. Since they couldn't decide who would get him, they decided to share him. Karen said that Jane was really wild in bed and even seemed to have some bi tendencies, although Karen wasn't sure. Karen knew the effect telling all this had on me and enjoyed teasing me, since she and I knew that no harm comes from some good fantasies. I picked up some really good California chardonnay and an action movie and a comedy. When I got home, Karen had just stepped out of the shower. Seeing the water drip from her large, hard nipples, my love shaft was equally hard in no time. I was about to get undressed and fuck Karen, but she said Jane and Joe would arrive in about 10 minutes and I only had time to hop in the shower myself and get dressed. At 7:00 p.m. they arrived and Karen and I were both stunned to see that Joe was six-foot-six, 235 pounds, very good-looking and very black; Jane had never mentioned that Joe was black (not that it mattered). We got acquainted with the usual small talk and sat Jane and Joe down on the living room couch while Karen and I went to the kitchen to pour the wine. Karen told Jane to take her pick of which movie they wanted to watch first. In the kitchen Karen whispered that she and Jane had talked years before about a fantasy of being fucked by a black man, but neither had ever done it; both always worried about the "taboo" and about what others would say. Karen said she thought Joe was really good-looking and she couldn't wait to ask Jane privately if he was good in bed and if he had as big a love shaft as they had always heard black men have. We laughed and I asked Karen if she was sorry she'd gotten married before fulfilling her fantasies. She said she very happy with me and didn't need any other men, but I could tell sexy thoughts were swimming around in her head. We returned to the living room with the wine and Jane was looking at a tape box from our private collection. Karen told her those were our "training films" and pointed to the two movies that I had rented, suggesting one. Jane said we should watch one of the XXX-rated movies, as she had never seen one. Joe said he'd only seen one and that he and the girl he was with had never gotten very far into it for some reason (big grin). Karen and I looked at each other and agreed to watch a little bit of one, since Jane was being so insistent. Karen said she would be a bit embarrassed, since she had just met Joe and now would be watching many scenes of fucking, sucking and cum shots (she didn't use that exact language, though, as I remember). I put a tape into the VCR and Karen and I sat on the Loveseat across from Joe and Jane, who were on the couch. As with most of these films, there really wasn't much of a plot and soon we were watching a really young looking girl getting a very, very large love shaft slammed into her sloppy cunt from behind. This girl was really getting it and enjoying every inch of the guy's large love shaft. I glanced at Jane and saw that she and Joe were really mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them on the screen. Karen, as always, was starting to squirm as she began to get turned on watching the movie. This was one of her favorite movies from our collection. I reached to the dimmer switch and lowered the lighting slightly to take some of the glare away from the screen. I guess I was a little concerned that Joe and Jane would notice that Karen had her hand on my crotch, rubbing my growing erection through my jeans, and thought that with the lights down, they might not notice. As the movie went on, another man entered the room, and the fucking couple froze; the man supposedly was the husband and looked very startled by the scene before him. Here was his bitch on her knees on the bed and an unknown man had his monster love shaft buried to the hilt in her sloppy cunt. The couple on the bed expected the husband to really get mad and maybe violent. She began pleading for his forgiveness while the guy just remained frozen on his knees behind this guy's bitch, stunned and unable to move. The husband walked over to the bed and without saying a word, dropped his pants, kicked them off and held his own large and very erect love shaft in front of his bitch's face. She seemed to relax, as did the "stranger," and she took almost ALL of her husband's love shaft into her throat. I couldn't believe that she could swallow as much love shaft as she was. The "stranger" slowly began fucking into the woman again and the woman began moaning really loud. I heard some strange noises coming from Jane and turned to see that she had Joe's love shaft out of his pants with both of her hands wrapped around it, licking the head as she watched the movie. Joe was engrossed in the movie also. I looked at Karen and saw she was no longer watching the movie but was staring starry-eyed at the size of Joe's love shaft, just the head of which Jane was now trying very hard to get into her mouth. I must admit that I had never seen a love shaft as large as Joe's. It had to be at least 12 inches long and as big around as Jane's wrist. Joe was a pretty dark-skinned black man, but his love shaft was coal-black and it was a real turn on to see it in Jane's white mouth. Karen had taken my love shaft out of my pants and was swallowing all 7-1/2 inches, to my balls, while staring at Jane licking and sucking Joe's love shaft. Karen and I had forgotten that the movie was even on! I looked at Jane again and noticed that she was staring at Karen swallowing my love shaft and when Karen took it all into her throat again Jane moaned really loud. That sort of broke what tension in the air and we all snickered a little. Karen started to show off her deep-throat skills and Joe now was also staring at my bitch swallowing my love shaft. I saw Joe unbutton Jane's blouse and knew I was actually going to see my niece-in-law's tits for the first time. Joe moved her blouse to the side and squeezed one of Jane's very hard nipples between his black fingers. The contrast in skin colors was really a turn-on. I felt like my love shaft grew another inch and Jane's eyes met mine. She really was enjoying watching me watch them. Not to be outdone, I began lifting Karen's shirt -- but before I lifted it over her large tits, she stopped me and looked me in the eye. She seemed uncertain about where this might lead if we all allowed things to continue at this pace. I smiled at Karen and told her that everything was okay since we all seemed to be enjoying ourselves. She moved her hand from mine and I lifted her shirt up and over her head as she lifted her arms so I could remove it completely. She blushed when she saw Joe staring at her big tits with their large circled nipples. Her nipples hardened under my touch until they were at least three- quarters of an inch long. I lifted Karen's right breast to show Joe more of it. Jane was the first to talk, saying that she had always wished she had the breasts that her niece had. Karen told her she had always wanted the petite little body that Jane had. Joe and I said, almost at the same time, that both were very beautiful and very sexy. Jane looked at Joe and then at Karen and asked Karen if she would like to see Joe's big black love shaft closer. Jane said that she'd been absolutely hooked on Joe ever since the first time she'd tried to wrap her hand around his love shaft. Karen was a bit stunned at her niece's question and looked up at me. I knew she'd love to get her hands on that love shaft. At first I hesitated, but we'd always had a very honest and loving relationship and I knew that I really had nothing to worry about as far as any reason for jealousy. I smiled at Karen and she stood up, as did Jane. They giggled like little girls and Jane began getting totally undressed. Karen just naturally followed suit. Joe and I thought we might as well get comfortable, also -- and got naked real quick. I thought I was going to get a treat by being able to watch my bitch touching another man's love shaft. It being a giant black love shaft was just a bonus. As I watched Karen kneel on the floor in front of Joe I found to my surprise that Jane was kneeling in front of me! God, she was a fox! She was so tiny, her nipples so extended and hard, her sloppy cunt looked so small and had a few drops of moisture that had formed around the lips. She looked like a little girl, since her sloppy cunt was completely shaved. I could see her clit very clearly between her sloppy cunt lips. Jane reached out and took my love shaft in her hands, commenting how she had often wanted to do this with Karen and I but never really thought it would happen. She said she'd never felt a love shaft get so hard before, and then dropped her mouth over my love shaft. Boy, was I in heaven! I had almost forgotten about Karen and Joe. Here I was, sitting in my living room naked with my niece-in-law naked and slobbering on my hard love shaft. I knew it wouldn't be too long before I would be blasting my cum down her throat if she kept this up and told her so. She just moaned again and swallowed more of my love shaft. I looked over at Karen and saw that she had both hands on Joe's love shaft, holding it like a baseball bat and rubbing the head over her lips and between her tits. Joe couldn't help himself and grabbed her big tits in each hand and began fondling her extended nipples. The sight of his black hands on Karen's tits was a real turn on and I told Karen as much. She turned sideways so I could see what she was doing better. She said she had fantasized about having me watch her with another man many times but never thought it would be more than a fantasy. With that she dropped her head and took about four inches of that big black rod down her throat. The sight of her lips stretched over the black skin and the sucking I was getting from her niece was just too much and I blew my steaming cum into Jane's mouth. Jane was ready and immediately began swallowing what felt like gallons of cum. As she continued to suck me and lick the cum she caught running down her chin, I grabbed her tiny tits, squeezing the nipples real hard. As I spurted the last of my cum into her mouth Jane let out a moan and began her own orgasm. She sat up, used her fingers to wipe the cum from the side of her face and licked her fingers very sexily. Jane said she loved the taste of cum and that mine was some of the best she had ever had. She said I must've known her tits were sensitive and that squeezing her nipples until they hurt always got her so turned on that she came. She said that in high school, the boys loved seeing her cum just from playing with her tits. Jane got up and sat on the couch next to me, still rubbing my love shaft. She was on my right and lifted her left leg over my thighs. Then she took my hand and brought it to her wet sloppy cunt. She told me to stick two fingers into her and I quickly obliged. I actually had trouble getting two fingers into her, even though she was sopping from her cum. She was SO tight, I was hoping I would get a chance tonight to actually put my hard love shaft in her and fuck her silly. Here I was now, ramming two fingers in and out of my niece-in- law's sloppy cunt while she played with my love shaft and balls, and we were both watching Karen swallow as much of Joe's love shaft as she could. Jane said Karen always could suck a love shaft and swallow more than her. She said they used to practice on cucumbers when they were younger and Jane would visit Karen at her apartment. I was already getting hard again listening to Jane and seeing Karen sucking away, trying to get Joe to cum. Karen pulled back and said to Joe, "I want to taste your cum! Please cum in my mouth with your beautiful black love shaft! I want my husband and niece to see me swallow another man's cum." Karen didn't even get her mouth back on Joe's love shaft before he shot his load all over her face. She quickly put his love shaft back in her mouth and was able to catch most of it, swallowing as fast as she could. He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming! Jane jumped up and ran over and told Karen to let her have some of that cum. She said she'd always been amazed at how much this man would cum, that it seemed like quarts. Karen held that black love shaft for Jane so she could have some of his burning white cum in her mouth. Then they cleaned his love shaft up with their tongues and -- to my surprise -- Jane began licking the cum from Karen's face. Jane began kissing Karen deeply, swapping cum in her mouth. They were really getting turned on. Joe said that he had never seen two women making love together, let alone two nieces. I had seen it before in our movies but never would've believed I would see my bitch and niece-in-law making out. Karen and Jane pushed the coffee table out of the way and Karen laid on her back. Jane told Karen she'd always wanted to have sex with another woman, especially her niece, but thought Karen would think she was weird or something. Karen said they should try it out, since we were all trying new things tonight. Jane lifted her leg over Karen's head and got into the 69 position. As Jane lowered her head into Karen's dripping sloppy cunt, she lowered her own, bare sloppy cunt to Karen's tongue. Both of us guys just sat in our places watching these two nieces noisily licking and sucking each other's sloppy cunt. Karen told me to come around behind Jane; she wanted to see my love shaft sliding into her niece's sloppy cunt. I knelt with my knees on either side of Karen's head and moved in closer to Jane's open sloppy cunt. Karen took hold of my now rock-hard love shaft and rubbed it up and down Jane's sloppy cunt lips, making sure it rubbed Jane's clit, also. When Jane began squirming back against my love shaft, Karen placed it at the entrance of that tiny sloppy cunt. Jane pushed back and I pushed forward, burying myself in her with one thrust. It was like fucking a woman's ass; I couldn't believe how tight she felt around my love shaft! Karen was going nuts. She said she loved seeing my love shaft in Jane's sloppy cunt and began licking my love shaft on the outstroke and my balls when I buried myself in Jane. Jane was in heaven, from the sounds of her mewling. She continued to lick and suck Karen's sloppy cunt and clit while shoving herself back onto my love shaft. Jane lifted her head to see what Joe was doing and was glad to see he was hard again, too. Jane said we had to change positions to allow all of us to have fun. Jane had me pull out and lie on my back. She then straddled me, facing my feet. She laid back on my chest and told Karen to continue to lick her sloppy cunt and my love shaft. Jane then told Joe to kneel behind Karen and stuff that big love shaft into Karen. Jane told him to get all of it in Karen so she'd feel what it's like to be filled with 12 inches. While I reached around to play with Jane's tits and nipples, I lifted my head to see the look on Karen's face as she took this new, giant, black, love shaft into her tight sloppy cunt. As Joe knelt behind my bitch with that huge love shaft sticking out, Karen said she was going to really enjoy getting all of that black rod into her sloppy cunt. Karen hadn't had another man since we were married and I could tell she was really looking forward to this. I saw her reach around behind her and grab Joe's love shaft and rub it up and down, getting the head wet from her juices which were by now really flowing. She started to stuff his love shaft into her and told him to take it easy so she could adjust to his size a little at a time. I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth open as he started pushing into her. I knew just what he was feeling entering my bitch's sloppy cunt and really got turned on seeing her take him. Meanwhile, Jane was bobbing up and down on my love shaft and making a lot of unintelligible sounds and saying how good my love shaft felt in her. After about two minutes, Karen took ALL of that huge black love shaft into her wet sloppy cunt. After adjusting to his size and after he began a steady fucking into her, my bitch lowered her tongue to her niece's sloppy cunt again, sucking Jane's clit. Jane was the first to cum. She really got wild. She screamed out "John, cum in my sloppy cunt, fill me with your hot cum, I want my niece to see her husband's love shaft spurting into my sloppy cunt and then lick your cum from me." I gladly obliged, filling her with my cum as her tight sloppy cunt sucked it from my hard love shaft. Her bare sloppy cunt kept milking my love shaft with contractions until I was totally drained. Boy, could she work that sloppy cunt! I wondered how she could ever get all of that giant black love shaft of Joe's into this tight sloppy cunt! I am not small, but compared to Joe...well you get the idea. Jane stood. I got up and plopped on the couch, totally exhausted but hoping I could still fuck Jane again before the night was over. Karen disengaged from Joe and turned over onto her back. Karen lifted her legs until her head was between her knees and said, "Joe, get over here and put that big black love shaft back in my hot sloppy cunt and fuck me into the ground." Joe moved up between my bitch's thighs and I saw my bitch take his black love shaft and place it back at the opening of her dripping sloppy cunt. Karen said, "Ram that monster black bat into me and then fill me with your cum. I want to be fucked hard and let my husband see me getting fucked and see a big black man fill my sloppy cunt with his cum." She looked fantastic spread out there before another man, and what a turn on to watch that black love shaft spreading her pink sloppy cunt lips and sinking into her depths! My bitch looked me right in the eye as Joe fucked into her with one stroke and said, "John, do you like seeing your bitch being fucked by a black man? Do you enjoy seeing my hot sloppy cunt swallow another man's love shaft? John, get the camcorder and film this for me -- I want to put on a show for the camera, I want to make our own fuck movie -- I am so FILLED with BLACK love shaft and it FEELS SO GOOD! KEEP FUCKING ME, JOE!" It took me about two minutes to get the camcorder loaded and ready and I got back I was just in time to see Jane straddle Karen's face with her sloppy cunt and lower herself onto Karen's extended tongue. I began filming immediately! I zoomed in to see my cum dripping from Jane into my bitch's mouth, who sucked it out of Jane's sloppy cunt. This was such a turn on, I couldn't believe this was really happening. I was all over the place, filming everything. I filmed Joe squeezing Jane's nipples as he fucked into my bitch. Joe held Karen's ankles to spread her legs and sloppy cunt wide so I could get great shots of his love shaft splitting my bitch's sloppy cunt. Here was my bitch, her ass lifting off the floor to meet this black man's thrusts while she licked my cum from her niece's sloppy cunt. While I was filming I walked around so Jane could take my love shaft in her mouth again. I filmed my love shaft sliding into Jane's mouth as she screamed that she was going to cum again. This woman wrote the book on multiple orgasms! As she came, my bitch yelled out, "My God, I am going to cum from being fucked by a big black love shaft! Fill me, fuck me hard! I want my husband to film your cum overflowing my sloppy cunt around your fabulous love shaft...I'm CUMMING!!!" Joe gave out a big grunt and filled my bitch with his cum. I could see his cum flowing out around his love shaft; my bitch's sloppy cunt was so filled with love shaft there couldn't have been room for his cum. I continued filming and told Jane I was going to cum again. Jane held my love shaft out away from her and stroked me until I blasted all over her face. She started to rub my cum all over her face and tits. Naturally, I kept filming, even with weak knees. Joe pulled his love shaft out of my bitch with a loud plopping sound. Jane immediately dove into my bitch's sloppy cunt to lick up all of the cum she could. She spread Karen's ass cheeks to lick all of the cum from Karen's asshole that kept running out of her sloppy cunt. When the women finally stopped licking each other we all decided to take a break. I really needed one, too. The six-hour XXX movie was still running in the VCR and we all laughed because we'd only seen about thirty minutes of it. We had been fucking for about an hour and a half. We toasted our new-found relationship. The whole room smelled of sex. Joe and Jane said that they had never thought that this was how the night would turn out. We agreed, but said we hoped that we could get together again sometime for some adult games. We talked about fantasies, sex experiences and what turned us all on for about another half hour. Naturally all of the talk got us going again! Jane said she'd always wanted to get fucked in the ass, but there was no way she could handle Joe's monster love shaft in her. She wasn't sure she could even take me but wanted to know if I'd try. My love shaft sprung to full mast right away in answer to her question. Karen got some KY jelly and with Jane on her hands and knees, spread the KY on and in Jane's asshole. Jane was really getting turned on. Karen said she couldn't wait to take her husband's love shaft and feed it into her niece's tight asshole. Karen told Joe to get the camera and start filming, which he did right away. Karen worked my love shaft head into Jane's ass and then, surprisingly, Jane shoved back hard with a scream and buried my love shaft in her ass. She held still for a few seconds and then began fucking back and forth. Her ass was so tight I didn't think I would've lasted too long if I hadn't cum a couple of times already. I'd never fucked a woman in the ass -- Karen always thought it would hurt too much -- but when she saw how much her niece enjoyed having a love shaft in her ass she wanted to try it, too. Karen got on her knees next to Jane and told me to alternate between their asses. I pulled out of Jane and got behind Karen, who had already put lots of KY in and around her asshole. Karen told me to ram my love shaft into her ass in one stroke. I asked if she was sure. She reached back, grabbed my love shaft, placed it at her asshole and rammed herself back onto my hard love shaft. Karen was screaming about how much it hurt and yet moaning how great it felt to be stuffed like this. I pulled out and plunged into Jane again. After about every five or six strokes, I switched asses. I was in heaven, fucking my bitch's ass and then her niece's ass and so on and so on, etc., etc., etc. Joe filmed it all. Just in case I didn't get this chance again, I blasted all of my cum deep into my niece-in-law's ass instead of my bitch's. Karen didn't mind and I knew that since she seemed to like this a lot now, we would be doing it again in the future. That night I watched my bitch fuck that huge black love shaft two more times and had her suck me off once while I watched her getting fucked. Jane and Karen spent about thirty minutes entertaining themselves -- and us -- by eating each other to several more climaxes. I watched in amazement as Jane took ALL of Joe's giant black love shaft into her tiny body. She must have felt it in her throat, for gods' sake! All in all, it was a very exciting night and we have gotten together several times since. Wait till the next story about Joe bringing his three brothers along one night, when Jane had to work. My bitch really liked a gangbang by four black men and myself. I got some great film, too. Next week Jane is bringing over two girlfriends from work, to watch some movies (big grin). Its a "HARD" job, but someone has to do it. What a life! The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful. No, it had been boring. They only did six miles, because Annette's husband had to leave early, some meeting or something. Barbara did not listen as Annette had given her the details. They had passed numerous youths on their way to school as they peddled along. She thought many things to herself, but said nothing to Annette. Once at home, she slipped into her swim suit and jumped into the pool. That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd thoughts that had controlled her mind during their entire ride. Barbara Anderson squirmed langorously in the hot afternoon sun as she tried to decide whether a dip in the pool or a cool drink would be more refreshing. She was lying in her back yard, letting the sun's rays bake her as she weighed the pros and cons of this decision. Her normally quick mind felt sluggish in the heat, and she finally decided it would be too much effort to do either. "If it only weren't so damn hot," she mused. Really, this time of the year it was too hot to do anything except lie around. She sighed and turned on her back, wincing as the glare hit her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as an almost physical presence. Barbara ran her hands down her body, flicking the sweat away in large droplets, testing to see if she were sufficiently greased with suntan lotion. She decided she could use some more, and rolled over to get the bottle, pouring some in her hand and beginning to massage it into her body in quick strokes. She was clothed in a very brief bikini, one which she hadn't dared to wear to the beach - a mere two scraps of cloth around her generous breasts and hips, scarcely containing their bounty. She ran her oiled hand across the tops of her exposed breasts and shoulders, down the sleek curve of her belly and over her firm- fleshed thighs. The touch of her own hand made her sigh again, luxuriously, and she wished she could strip off the two tiny pieces of cloth and offer herself nude to the sun, like some pagan goddess. She laughed at the thought, wondering what her staid ex-husband or her present boyfriend would think if they came upon her naked in the back yard. "Of course, it is very private," she mused, playing with the thought and then rejecting it as too dangerous. "Still, I could lower my straps." So thinking, she untied the suit at her neck and removed the straps, baring her chest to the sun, her breasts swelling upward, only the nipples covered. She ran her hand over her body again, admiringly, shivering at the sensations her lazy hand evoked. She squinted around the yard. It was as if she were completely alone in the world - the heat shimmered in the air, and no sound broke the stillness of the afternoon. She smiled to herself as her hand continued its journey over her body, spreading the oil in a thin film and massaging it deeply into her skin. She lay back and relaxed, emptying her mind of all but the sensations of her body. Her hand moved with a will of its own now, caressing her breasts lightly, rubbing her belly in rounded circles, touching her hips briefly in passing. One finger slipped under the tiny bit of cloth circling her hips and teasingly touched her pubic hair. Barbara gasped at the contact, but did not stop, only arching her hips slightly to give her hand freer rein. She masturbated quite frequently, trying to satisfy the urges of her healthy body, and had found that she could please herself far better than her ex-husband ever had. Or anyone else, Barbara mused, her mind jumping away from the thought of her spouse and dwelling briefly on her present lover, who had not so far gotten up the nerve to do more than kiss her good night. Except one ... her thoughts strayed unwillingly to the one perfect sexual encounter in her life - an experience that had left her weak and shaking with release. She tried to stop thinking about him, but the feelings evoked by her hand were too strong and her mind stayed stubbornly fixed on the image of her one-time lover. Tanned, youthful, magnificent young Jim. Oh why haven't you at least phoned me, Jim? Am I just an old prune that you found interesting for one lonely night? Is that all I meant to you? So you have your college coeds - you told me about them, remember? But don't you see? I love you, that's the difference. Those young girls can't be to you what I can be to you! Remember what you said, cuddled in my arms? That you really didn't know what you would do after you graduated? I can help you, Jim. Help you do anything you want. Anything you want. Oh, don't you remember what you wanted to do to me that day? And did. I can never forget it. She remembered how his strong body pumped in even strokes to enter her roughly, making her writhe and heave under him as she soared to the pinnacles of desire. Remembering, her finger slipped inside her bikini and dug at her pubes. She moaned and opened her legs, letting the finger slide into her moist canal. Oblivious to anything but her own recollections of lust and present need, she fingered herself brutally, hoping to giver herself the release she needed. Her finger slipped easily into her cunt, sliding back and forth, around and around, sending twinges of pleasure through her nerves. Barbara closed her eyes against the sun, feeling it press against her. It was almost like being fucked by the sun, she thought in a daze, as her body responded to her finger and her hips began to buck up and down in the movements of intercourse. Her lover's face swam before her eyes, behind closed eyelids. She could see his youthful face, contorted with lust, as he had plunged into her body, giving her joy that she hadn't known possible. She had left the next morning and had never seen him again. Barbara Anderson mourned her lost lover as she masturbated frantically in her back yard, her body quaking with remembered lust. She could feel her orgasm coiling in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode and flood her. She gritted her teeth and slid another finger into her bikini, searching for the extended nub of her clitoris. As she touched it, her body shivered and her cunt poured forth a quantity of pussy juices, drenching her fucking hand. "Oh ... fuck ... fuck me, Jim ... oh ... God! Fuck meee ..." She strummed her clitoris with her finger. Waves of heat engulfed her as her hand sank deeper into her cunt, probing the walls, scraping her insides and making her shudder with orgasm. She bucked against his hand, imagining it to be her young lover's prick, wishing with all her heart that it was. She needed a man inside her - a real man, not a drunken lout like her husband. She groaned in dismay, feeling her orgasm subside and dissipate leaving her strangely empty inside. She had cum - the physical motions had all been there - but something was missing. I need a man, she thought to herself, lying in her back yard, her legs spread, her fingers still inserted in her cunt. She was exhausted, drained. With a great effort, she opened her eyes and squinted around, wondering dazedly what time it was. Her eyes passed over the husky young man standing in the doorway, then returned. She stared at him a minute in complete horror, a cold snake of fear hitting her vitals at the discovery. She wondered feverishly who he was - for a minute, she thought it was Jim, but it couldn't be ... and he was staring at her so oddly. God! she though, he saw me jerking off ... stood right there and watched. Suddenly realizing that her hand was still inside her pants, she jerked it out as if it burned her and hid it behind her, childishly. "Who ... what are you doing here? Who are you?" she managed to croak, wishing she could hide. It was bad enough to jerk off in your own yard remembering the past without people coming in to stare at you! She looked at the boy, trying to arrange her features in a mask of severity as she demanded for him to explain his presence. She drew herself up and tried to regain her dignity. Then she noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying - he was just staring at her, a peculiar light in his eyes. Her mind flew back - he was looking at her in the exact same way her lover at the motel had, his eyes glued to her body. He started toward her. "Hey! What are you doing?" she called out. She looked at the boy in alarm, comparing him inadvertently to her other lover. They were both about the same age, but this one was larger, huskier, with broad shoulders that were bronzed from the sun. He had longish blond hair that curled around his face and blue eyes that were probably intelligent when not glazed with lust. For that was what gave them their strange sheen - there was no mistaking it. Barbara drew back as the boy approached, feeling a stab of excitement despite her fear. "I'll scream if you don't leave," she promised. The boy didn't seem to notice - he walked over to her and stared down at her, his body casting a shadow over her. She squinted at him, trying to see his face against the sun. "What do you want?" she managed to croak, her hand going to her throat. God, she thought. I'm all alone. He'll probably rape me. She shifted her weight, trying to ignore the pang of lust that coursed through her at the lewd thought. One part of her urged her to let him, to open her thighs to this stranger, welcoming him to her recesses. It'll be the last time ... I need it so bad ... no one will ever know. No - it's evil, perverted. He's too young for me -once was enough, her thoughts ran around and around. "Please," she murmured, looking up at him. He reached out his hand in answer and ran it over her breasts. "No, don't," she breathed. The boy looked at her blankly and dropped his hand lower, gliding over her oily belly and resting on her raised pubic mound. Through a haze of confusion, Barbara felt his fingers squeeze her, tentatively at first, then strongly. "Please, don't! I'll give you money. Please leave me alone," she groaned, her body beginning to melt at his touch. So strong ... if only I could ... God it would be good to be fucked ... she thought crazily. "No ..." she murmured, willing herself to move, to jump up and run. But her body refused to move - she felt like she was weighed down by a huge hand, forcing her to remain motionless as the strange boy caressed her. She looked at his crotch, which was even with her eyes, and shivered as she saw the bulge of his penis. She felt a wild urge to see his prick, to tear his pants off and feast her eyes on him. She rolled her head aside, moaning weakly, knowing that her body was betraying her. The boy glanced at her face momentarily and smiled, then plunged his finger into her pants. She groaned, her resistance weakening as the boy's finger slid into her pussy. It was still wet from her self-induced orgasm, and his digit slipped in easily. "No," she said again, but the boy only grinned at her and sank his finger in deeper. She knew her protests sounded silly against the evidence of her sopping crotch, which so eagerly sucked in his finger. "Who ... who are you?" she gasped, her body beginning to move his finger. "Skip. I've seen you around a lot," the boy muttered. He was staring at his hand, now immersed in her cunt. He could catch a glimpse of his finger sliding in and out of her cuntlips, and he wanted to see more. He pulled her pants down with his other hand and watched his fingers in fascination, wondering how her cunt could take it so easily, wondering how his cock would feel in there. He swallowed. He had been delivering a package, and when there was no answer, had walked through the unlocked door. He had thought he heard a voice in the back, and had followed the sound ... and had seen this beautiful woman jacking off in the open yard. After that, things were a blur. His body had taken over, and here he was, one hand deep in her cunt. And she was enjoying it - he had had just enough girls to know that! Her cunt was sopping wet and was grasping at his finger like a clutching hand, her face was flushed, and her breasts were heaving with her ragged breathing. He gently pulled down the top of her suit and exposed her tits, never ceasing his fingering of her pussy. He caught his breath as he saw her breasts - they were big and sweetly formed, rising to a point tipped with coral nipples that were erected in lust. He dropped to one knee and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking her tit into his mouth, running his tongue over the raised nipple, rolling it between his teeth. "Oh," Barbara gasped as the sensation of a wet mouth on her tit engulfed her. "Suck it ..." Skip complied. He pressed her breasts together, bobbing his head from one to the other, laving both her nipples with his tongue. His hand dug deeper into her crotch, her juices making entrance even easier. Barbara wanted to see him. She wanted to see his cock. She had to! She reached out and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. She gasped at the size of it. She would have thought a boy this age would have an immature pecker, but this one. She circled it with her hand lovingly, staring at it, looking at his pulsing shaft topped with a rosy head. Blood pulsed through the distended veins, making it jump in her hand. She stroked it cautiously, running her fingers up and down the shaft, delicately under the sensitive head, hearing the boy groan as she excited him. "Take off your pants," she said hoarsely, scarcely recognizing her own voice. Gone were all scruples - she was an animal now, wanting only to give her body to the male, wanting him inside her. "Fuck me," she commanded. "Please ... oh please fuck me!" Skip hurriedly shed his pants. He didn't want her to change her mind, he thought looking at the lush body before him. This was like a dream - wonderful dream. He couldn't quite believe that he was going to fuck her ... but he certainly wasn't going to stop! Not now ... not with his dick hard as an iron bar, jerking with the need to bury itself in warm cunt. "Sure, lady ... I'll fuck you blind!" he promised, kneeling between her widespread legs. He pulled her pants completely off and stared at her cunt. The lips were red and swollen, and, as she spread her legs even wider, he could see the entrance to her pink-lined canal. The hole was pulsing slightly. "God," he whispered. He sank his finger into her again, then pulled it out. "Fuck me! Your cock! Put it in! Stick me!" moaned Barbara, aching with the need to be filled. She pushed her hips against his finger, grinding them in a circular motion, drawing his finger in up to the knuckle. "Put it in! Fuck me!" she said fiercely. Skip poised his cock at the entrance to her womb, rubbing his cockhead over her slit, teasingly. She moaned as the head hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. "Now! Fuck me now!" she cried in anguish, her whole body tensed with desire. If he doesn't put it in soon, I'll die! she thought, her hips rising, trying to force him to enter her. Skip grinned and lowered himself carefully, the head of his cock sliding between her hot, wet cuntlips, probing for her canal. He thrust forward and slid into her completely, filling her, his balls squishing against her ass. "Ohhhhh ..." groaned Barbara. She could feel his prick opening her insides, pushing aside her quivering membranes, feeling like a red hot poker as it burned its way into her snatch. "It's sooo bigggg ... I can feel it in my stomach! Oh, baby ... fuck me," she moaned, twisting lewdly beneath him, seeking to draw him even farther into her cunt. Skip smiled down into the flushed face of the older woman, then covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue into the warm cavity. As she groaned and writhed beneath him, he pounded steadily into her, twisting his hips on each stroke to hit the walls of her cunt. She was sucking back on his tongue now, frantically gurgling into his mouth. He dropped his head suddenly and captured one of her tits, fastening his lips on the nipples and sucking. Barbara shivered violently as the boy's tongue touched her tit. It hardened and thrust into his mouth like a tiny penis, begging to be sucked. Fire shot through her veins and she bucked up against the boy. "More! Harder!" she cried, wrapping her long legs around him and straining against him. "Deeper, fuck me deeper!" Skip thought he was about as deep as he could go - he felt like he was in a bottomless burning pit. His balls slapped against her ass with each stroke. He loved the way she was using her cunt - muscles clamped on his cock like tiny fingers, milking him, making him want to shoot his load. But he held back, gaining even more pleasure the longer he waited, watching her flop beneath him, hearing her hoarse voice exhort him to more. He felt wildly triumphant - he had conquered this beautiful woman without a word - with only his cock! He could feel her hot juices bathing his plunging dick, showing plainly her answering lust. "Beautiful," he muttered against her breast. "Beautiful, lady." Barbara's hips ground even more furiously, rising and falling with his strokes, twisting and churning against him. With each stroke she gasped in delight, feeling her body bounce with the force. Sweat poured from her as thrill after thrill coursed through her. She felt faint with the force of her lust, and spots of light danced behind her closed eyelids. She was riding the crest of her orgasm, every jab of his cock bringing her nearer to fullfillment. She raised her hips and presented her pussy to him, offering herself to his plunging dick. She was swimming in a sea of lubrication, pussy juice flowing from her recesses and turning her cunt into a river of lust. There was a little pain with each stroke of his large penis, but this served to heighten her pleasure. She wanted to be pounded into the patio floor, smashed under his body. "Give it to me, fuck me! Oh ... God, I can ... fuck me with your hot dick," she babbled. "Oh, uh, please ... harder ..." She never wanted it to end. She wanted to fuck forever, coming under his pounding prick. She felt the wave of orgasm break around her, drawing her with it until her body felt like it was in a whirlpool. Her hips shook ... her pussy gushed again and again ... her whole body trembled in the wind of lust. Feeling her body shake beneath his, feeling her cunt grab his cock and squeeze it in convulsive tremors, he cried, "I'm gonna cum, too. I'm gonna CUM!" He raised slightly and began pumping in and out jerkily, his sperm boiling in his balls. He felt the violent urge to cum ... to let his balls burst forth their sticky fluid to run through his cock and spurt into her waiting vagina. In and out he pounded frantically into her, feeling her legs squeeze him, holding him firmly in place. "I'm gonna cum - uh - uh - uh - fuck me lady! Here it comes, feel it! FEEL IT!" He yelled as he felt his semen gush from the buried head of his prick, spurting out in thick gobs, rope after rope of jism splattering the walls of her cunt. Barbara felt his cock swell and spurt in her hole as the last spasms of her own orgasm hit her, her cunt drenching his prick in juices. "More," she whispered, grinding against him, forcing herself over the edge into another cum. As his semen splattered into her wet canal, she convulsed again, her mind blacking out as she fell over into the throes of her orgasm, letting herself be carried away on the wings of lust. "I love it ... I'm cumming again ... cum in me, give me you cum!" she mumbled, pulling him against her, her hips still twitching under his. He fell against her, panting with exertion, his penis buried deep in her still jerking weakly as it spurted the last big drop of jism. "Wow! What a fuck," he muttered, feeling the frantic need leave his body as his prick softened inside her. Barbara lay still, clasping the boy to her. She could still feel his cock inside her, soaking in her. She didn't want to move. She wanted to lie here forever, the glow of being well fucked pervading her body, the boy's prick still in her. She sighed gently as reality invaded her mind ... she looked around and gasped. Here she was, in the back yard in broad daylight, stark naked, clasping an equally naked body in her arms. Anybody could see her, could come in like he had! "Oh!" she cried sharply. "Get up! Get off me!" She squirmed under him, trying to push his heavy body from her. "Hey, what's wrong?" the boy asked, holding her down and looking at her. "What's the matter?" "You've got to go! Hurry up! Now," Barbara said frantically. "Why? You sure didn't want me to leave a minute ago!" Skip lowered his head and licked lazily at her sweat-covered breasts, making her gasp and move against him. No, Barbara thought. It isn't possible. Stop it! Her body still wanted more! She pushed at the boy again. "Go away, please, somebody might come and see us," she pleaded. "Expecting anybody?" Skip asked, his head gliding lower. "No, but ... please don't! This is all wrong!" Barbara moaned. She didn't know what to do - her body, so long deprived of sex, was responding again to his touch. "What the hell? Don't worry about it. No one's gonna come in, and we're just getting started! I'm still hot for you, lady, and I betcha you are, too. Just lie back and enjoy it!" Barbara relaxed. There was nothing else to do. She was too weak with longing to move except feebly - and all her instincts were to draw the boy to her, not push him away! She sighed languorously as his tongue licked her belly in swirling circles, and a hot flutter of desire made her legs open in anticipation. He was going to lick her, he was going to lick her cunt! Barbara moaned in lust as his raspy tongue dipped lower. She had only had her cunt eaten once or twice - and only after begging her husband. And this boy was going to do it now. He didn't need any urging. In fact, he was forcing her to lie still so that he could administer the tongue lashing! He paused between her widespread legs and she could feel his cool breath on the hot lips of her cunt. "Don't stop! Please - don't stop," she moaned, raising her hips so that the mound of her pussy came up to his face, trying to urge him to hurry. "Oh, I won't," promised Skip, gently opening the lips with his fingers and letting his breath play over her. "This is gonna be great, eating ... I won't stop!" He held her twat open wide, staring into the red-lined interior, watching the tiny entrance to her vagina open and close. "Wow!" he said. He had never seen a cunt like this one, so fully developed. The pussies of his young girl friends were just slick little pink slits, nothing like this! He feasted his eyes on the luxuriant growth of pubic hair, curling in reddish swirls over her snatch and down between her legs, almost concealing the fat lips of her cunt, which were dark red with lust. As he watched, the whole cunt moved and a drop of moisture oozed from the pulsing hole. He dropped his head and covered the whole vulva with his mouth, sucking in like a vacuum cleaner, trying to draw out more the fluid. "Oh God!" Barbara muttered through clenched teeth. The waiting had been almost unendurable - she had thought he would never start. "Suck it. Stick your tongue in ... honey," she sobbed, feeling the familiar darts of lust tear at her vitals. "I need it ... stick your tongue in there. I want it!" Skip was in no real hurry. He was thoroughly enjoying this. His cock began to throb and lengthen against his leg as he tasted the pungent juices. He felt a great surge of power as he excited this older woman with his tongue, making her beg for it. He wanted her screaming and moaning under his mouth ... then he would give his throbbing cock some release. He was going to shove it in her throat and make her suck him, too! He groaned at the thought of sliding into her wet mouth and redoubled his efforts at her crotch. He nipped gently with his teeth at the engorged nub of her clitoris and ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit. Barbara squealed as his tongue hit her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She bucked her hips against his face, trying to engulf his whole mouth, trying to force his tongue into her. She could hardly believe the feelings that shot through her. She was on fire, her whole body churning and quaking with lust. "Eat me, harder, stick it in there!" she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, her hips undulating under his face. She smashed her pussy into his mouth, her juices filling his mouth and running down his chin. He slurped and gulped noisily, draining her dry as fast as she could secrete. He reached up with both hands and grasped her tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh between his fingers, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. At the touch, Barbara shook all over, threads of fire radiating from her nipples throughout her body. "I'm going crazy. I can't stand it. Eat me, honey, stick your tongue in there, make me cum!" Barbara screamed, no longer caring if anyone could hear or not. Her whole being was concentrated in the patch between her legs. Her vagina was a hungry demanding hole, aching for release. Suddenly she felt a wild urge to take him in her mouth - to suck him as he was sucking her, to feel his hard dick filling her throat. "Cock - gimme cock," she mumbled. "Stick it in my mouth - I want your hot dick in my mouth!" Skip grinned as the lewd words burst from the woman's mouth. He had her now. She would do anything he asked, anything at all to keep his tongue in her hot box, whipping her to orgasm. "Sure, lady," he mumbled through a mouthful of cunt. "Anything you say." He swung his body lithely on top of her, positioning his rampant cock over her mouth. "Go to it - gimme some head," he commanded, lifting his mouth for a minute, then plunging again into the swampy marsh of her pussy. Barbara eagerly grasped the shaft of the pulsing cock, bringing it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit, then sliding it under the lip of the cap, hitting the most sensitive nerves. She felt his legs tremble as she licked the sensitive head, swirling her tongue around and around, and smiled to herself. The feel of his dick in her mouth intensified her pleasure. She could feel his mouth gnawing at her cunt with even more intensity. She was being filled at both ends, fucked in the mouth and cunt, and her body quivered with pre-orgasmic shivers. As she let the head of his penis slip between her lips, she felt his tongue finally enter her vaginal canal. It lashed at the walls, boring into her like a drill, opening her insides, licking up every drop of fluid. She fucked her hips against it. She wished she had a thousand openings, and they were all filled with cock or tongue! She sucked in more of his dick, relaxing her throat muscles to let him probe more deeply. As her lips inched greedily on his shaft, swallowing more and more of the turgid length. Skip tried to hold back. He tried not shove forward. He wanted her to take it in herself, but finally it was too much, and, with a strangled cry, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat. Barbara gagged as his cock hit the tender muscles of her throat, then relaxed and sucked greedily on the stick. She was in a dream of lust now, her body pinioned beneath his, her secret places invaded by his lashing tongue. As his penis slid in and out of her throat, she reached up and caught his balls in her hands, squeezing gently, rubbing the base of his root with her thumb. She could feel the cum in his balls, making them hard as marbles inside their wrinkled sac. She held them gently, stirring them. Her slobber wet his cock and ran over her chin and down her neck. She swallowed and gulped, trying not to choke as his cock battered into her throat. She could feel orgasm bubbling in her. She rubbed her cunt into his face, mutely urging him to suck harder, to bring her cum. Skip did. His face was buried in her cunt. He could hardly breathe through the overwhelming odor of excited pussy ... and he loved it! He loved the way her cunt grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it in deeper. He loved the smell, the taste of pussy cum, and he sucked even harder, drawing it all in his mouth. His teeth clamped on her clitoris and he began strumming the excited organ with his tongue, clasping it firmly when it tried to retreat into its sheath. Barbara churned against him. He slipped one hand under her bucking ass and searched for her asshole. She tensed as she realized what he was going to do, then relaxed as feeling swept her. She didn't care ... she had never had her asshole violated, but she didn't care! She wanted his finger in there! She took a deep breath around his penis and began probing for his asshole, too. At the same time both fingers found their marks. As his digit invaded her tiny shithole, hers shot up his ass! She gasped as the new sensation hit her - it felt like a tiny red hot poker was reaming her out, stabbing into her vitals! She groaned and rammed her finger up him to the knuckle, turning it from side to side, screwing his ass! She gobbled his prick, feeling it harden between her lips, swelling as his cum threatened to burst. She drew her lips over her teeth, making a ridge, and jacked up and down the length of his shaft, twirling her tongue over the head on each stroke. She knew he was very near orgasm now. She gulped eagerly, wanting to feel the hot flood of his sperm in her throat. Skip pounded into her mouth, his mind a blur of intense feeling. Her finger in his shithole massaged his prostate, sending sharp twinges of desire through him. He could feel her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing them gently, urging his cum. He stuck his tongue full length up her vaginal canal, wanting to bring her off at the same time. He could feel her legs clamped around his neck in a stranglehold, and he knew by the way they were shaking that her orgasm was near. He caught her jumping clitoris between his teeth and bit down fairly hard. Ordinarily this would cause pain, but at this point it merely added to her lust, hastening her cum. Come on, baby, he thought. Cum in my fucking face, I can't hold off much longer. Come on ... let me taste you cum! He stabbed his finger in and out of her ass. Barbara felt herself cumming. The waves of orgasm swept over her, making her shake and shudder. Her pussy convulsed, sending forth a thick stream of cunt juice, filling the boy's mouth with her cum. She bucked against him, her body gone berserk with passion. Her mouth clamped on his prick, and she sucked with all her might. She needed his semen flooding her mouth. She knew she would spasm even harder when his jism hit her throat. Skip suddenly began fucking her mouth with short quick jabs. His balls were bursting ... his prick was on fire and ready to explode. Desperately, he fucked her mouth, using it like a cunt, pounding into it, forcing her throat to open and take him in. And then the boy came. He spurted wildly into her open mouth, his pecker jumping with the force of the orgasm that ripped through him. He came and came ... gob after gob of thick, gooey sperm gushed from the head of his prick, splattering into her mouth, hitting the walls of her throat. Barbara gulped wildly, swallowing the creamy sperm her own final cum convulsing her. She sucked and sucked, drawing every drop of jism from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting more. She wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain of cum ... the taste and texture of the thick drink excited her to a new plateau of lust. Frantically she drained the softening penis. She gulped down the last mouthful and lay back. Her body still twitched with the last of her orgasm. Skip cleaned her out with his tongue, tenderly licking the still engorged pussy, cleaning off the last traces of cum. Finally he raised his head and slid his body off hers. His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and she reached after it, wanting to keep it in her mouth. He swung around so he faced her and smiled at her. His lips and chin were smeared with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him, wanting to taste her juices. "Wow ... you give some fantastic head," he said approvingly. "And your pussy, well, that tastes great!" He smacked his lips happily. "I could taste my cum in there from when I screwed you before ... something, huh?" He grinned at her. This had sure turned out to be some afternoon. He had seen the sexy woman around town and had fantasized over her, but he had never dreamed he would actually fuck her and then eat her out and have her blow him. He smiled at her, feeling all the power of his young manhood at conquering her. "You've got a great body, too. I mean, you're really something special! You're beautiful!" He looked at her, visions of fucking her in every conceivable position running through his mind. He could come here every day. He wanted to do things to her he had never even thought of before - fuck her in the ass, between the breasts, the list was endless! Maybe he could get it up again ... he'd sure love to put it in her once more. He shivered, remembering how tight and hot it had been around his finger. He could almost feel it around his dick. That'd really be something, he thought avidly, picturing himself pounding into her creamy ass. Barbara was just lying there. She was covered with sweat and exhausted, but her body was satisfied. My girlfriend, Shauna, and I met on the freeway. I was laying under my Porsche 914, trying to fix a balky shift lever, thinking of creative tortures for the German S.O.B.s that designed it, when I heard another car sputtering in behind me. I'd just about fininshed, and as I slid out from under the car, hands and forearms greasy and grimy, I saw another 914 parked behind me. Emerging from the driver's seat, Shauna walked towards me. Even the concern and frustration on her face couldn't mar her looks. About 5'5", 120 pounds, a terrific figure shaped by skin-tight jeans, a green blouse, blue eyes, and orange-red hair that cascaded down from her shoulders, ending just above her firm breasts. Her car had died and she was able to nurse it behind mine and could-you- take-a-look-PLEASE? Smiling, I looked. I looked mostly a her, but I did manage to find the problem. After removing some parts and repairing the corroded connectors, I started reassembly. At one point, I was frantically looking about for one of those "special" bolts car makers are so fond of, and couldn't find it. Shauna bent down, and picked something up, asking me "is this what you're looking for?" Saved by my Irish luck again, I told her yes, that was the part, and as I walked around the car, taking it from her hand, I leaned over and gave her a quick, light kiss on the lips, thanking her for saving my sanity. I glanced back as I wound the bolt into place, and Shauna was staring wide-eyed at me. "All fixed." I said, "Give her a try and lets see if she runs." She started the Porsche and it ran, but still needed a tune up. We talked for a bit and I gave her my phone number, asking her to come by Saturday and we'd get her car in shape. Saturday, we fixed her car and ended up having dinner together. Several nights later, as we left a movie and were sitting in traffic, Shauna holding my hand, leaned over and breathed into my ear; "I you!". Breathless for a moment, I turned and kissed her passionately, my tounge finding hers and performing an ages old ritual dance. We made record time to my apart- ment, where we enjoyed each other for hours. Almost a year later, my boss let me "borrow" his house in Palm Springs for several days, saying that during the summer he rarely used it. We drove in the hot August weather to Palm Springs, arriving about 4 p.m. and the first thing we did was shower together and enjoy our privacy (she was still living with her parents at the time, which made overnight stays awkward with parental questions). She drove down to the store while I made us some hor d'ourves for our late night "afterwards" snacks. I heard the Porsche enter the garage, then voices talking. Shauna came in laughing and carrying two large sacks of goodies, followed by the most incredible blonde I'd ever seen. Shauna introduced Jean, her best friend in high school, who was on her summer break from UCLA, staying with some friends. Jean was incredible, stunning, gorgeous. Words don't describe her well enough. She stood about 5'11", 135 pounds, with long, lean tanned legs accentuated by white shorts, small firm breasts, hidden only by a tank-top, sparkling blue eyes, golden blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back, and a trim, firm little bottom. But it was her face, her smile, that could tempt saints to sin. Combined with her bedroom eyes, and graceful movements, she could arouse the lust in a monk. (Little did I know, but more on that later). We talked, as Shauna and Jean prepared the veggies and deserts for our dinner, and of course we invited Jean to stay. Drinking a nice red wine, we sat in the living room talking and laughing until dinner was ready. I was enjoying verbal sparing with these ladies, sometimes getting and sending some pretty "hot" zings. Dinner was a fabulous success, with wine flowing and our friendly chatter making for a warm glow. I sensed the same feelings from the girls...this was fun! Sitting out back, by the pool in the warm darkness of the desert, we kept our games of "zings" up, and as we drank more wine, the zings got funnier and funnier with double-entendres flying freely. About midnight, we decided to wrap it up, promising that we'd take Jean shopping tomorrow. Shauna showed Jean to the guest room, talking with her for a few minutes before comming to the master-bedroom that we had taken over. The night was still very warm, about 87 degrees (cool, since it was 103 when we arrived). I lay on the bed, naked, waiting for Shauna to join me. Once naked, she slipped into be beside me, running her hand over my stomach, stopping on my chest, as she leaned over and began a long passionate kiss. Unrestrained, my shaft began to swell and rise in response to the rapid move- ments her tounge was performing around mine. Slowly, I teased her tounge to follow, as I withdrew into my mouth. Her tounge followed, filling my mouth, and fanning a burning desire deep within my loins. I reached up and caressed a nipple with my finger, feeling it become erect and hard. I ran my hand around her breast lightly before cupping it and squeezing. Shauna's hips found my thigh as she laid down fully against me, pushing her pelvis forward to rub her mound against me. My other hand roamed her body, caress- ing and touching places I knew to be sensitive. Tounges still interweaving and dancing, my hands gripped and cupped her ass. I pulled one buttock up, then released it as I pulled the other one up, alternating the strokes. Shauna moaned softly into my mouth, her hands pulling my head tight against her lips. I reached between her cheeks, reaching for her soft tight pussy. I expected her to be moist, ready for me to tounge her pussy for a while. As my fingers found and began to spread her lips, she moaned a bit louder, sliding her hips up on my thigh to give me better access. My finger found her opening, wet with anticipated passion, and as I slid my finger inside, her juices began to flow freely. I could feel her slick juice on my thigh as she arched her back, thrusting herself against my probing finger. I was suprised by her intense arousal, and as I slipped another finger inside her she let out a gasping moan just before she lowered herself, smothering me with a passionate kiss. I heard a faint creak, and dismissed it as the house cooling from the hot desert sun. Shauna slid her hips over mine and lowered herself directly onto my engored cock, sliding me up inside her easily. My voice, moaning, seemed far away, and I stiffened as she took my shaft deep into her pussy. Shauna, sitting up, hands on my chest, started chanting "I LOVE you inside me, I love YOU inside me, I love you INSIDE me, GOD! I love you INSIDE ME!". I pulled her head down and smothered her mouth with kisses, as much as to keep her from disturbing Jean as to feed my desire. Her hips rocked faster now, and she withdrew from my lips to breath. My hips met hers, and as we continued, I could feel a welling up inside. I didn't want to come before she did, and was about to slow down when she slammed her hips against me, grinding her pussy hard against my cock. As she stiffened and shuddered I found I couldn't hold on as I watched her clench her tits tightly, squeezing them hard, I erupted like a volcano, deep inside her. She laid down, resting her head on my chest, both of us covered with a fine layer of perspiration from our lovemaking. Again I heard a creaking sound and, looking towards one of the closet doors, I could see that it was slightly ajar. "Have to close that I thought" as I started to drift away, filled with contentment. Shauna, my cock softening inside her kissed my cheek and chin softly before she too drifted off. Sometime later, when Shauna moved off of me and curled up under the sheet, I decided that I would get up and go to the bathroom, closing the closet door while I was up. After visiting the bathroom, quietly, I started to push the closet door shut, but decided to see what kind of closet it was. Opening the door, I found that it was a door not for a closet, but to the guest room! Through the door I could see the guest room, illuminated by soft moonlight against the pastel blue walls, and the bed, directly across from the door. The foot of the bed towards my left, I could see Jean, streched out on the bed, a T-shirt bunched around her neck, her naked hips and breasts shining in the moonlight. Her legs were spread and half drawn up, one hand between her thighs, the other alternating between cupping her breast and pulling hard on its nipple. I watched, facinated by her, as her hips rocked and she moved her hand over her sensitive areas, caressing and arousing herself. My cock, still damp with Shauna's come, began to grow. I began to stroke myself slowly, finding pleasure in watching Jean. Her breasts were small, but the nipples were full and large, covering the point of her tits. Her stomach flat and taut, blonde hair streaming around her head like an aura. Her lean firm thighs showed muscles flexing, and I thought of my tounge running over her. Suddenly her hips bucked, her ass tightening and she let out small mewing cries so quietly I had to strain to hear them. As she began to relax, her hand still stroking and caressing her pussy, I moved behind the door, so she wouldn't see me watching. Quietly I started to close the door, but the hinges creaked softly -- the same creak I'd heard earlier. Jean had been watching us! Excited, I creaked the door again, before closing it quietly and returning to bed and Shauna, my mind filled with exciting visions of what Jean must have seen as we fucked passionately. I lay on my back next to Shauna, still curled up under the sheet. As I was wondering if I should tell her about Jean's watching us, she rolled over placing her head on my chest. "Did you enjoy the view?" She whispered. "Hmm? What?" I replied, feigning innocence. "Did you like watching Jean get off?" She said directly. "You KNOW?" I was suprised. "Uh-huh. I told her it would turn me on, but I didn't know how you'd feel about it." she said, looking into my eyes for approval or rejection. "That's why you were so wet tonight." I said, as the truth dawned on me. "I didn't know I'd be that turned on by it. I hope you're not mad." "Don't be silly." I said, "Now that I know, you may have a permanently hard cock tonight". She chuckled and we hugged, drifting off to sleep. The next morning, Shauna was up before me, and I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. Opening my eyes, Shauna, still naked, strode over to the bed holding the steaming cup. I sipped the hot, aromatic coffee, and kissed her good-morning. She smiled and pulled the sheet off of me, running her hand over my lower stomach. I put the coffee cup on the nightstand, and reached down to stroke her thigh. "Jean knows you watched her masturbate last night." she said with a slight tone of reproach. "Hmm. I hope she enjoyed it." I smiled. "She did." Shauna replied. Without further words, she leaned over and engulfed my soft cock with her mouth, swirling her tounge around it. I laid back and watched as she continued to massage the shaft, making it slick and wet with her mouth. I glanced at the door and saw that it was once again open slightly. I realized that she and Jean had conspired to put on a show, again without telling me. Shauna was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, so I told her to get around on the other side of me. She moved, keeping my cock in her mouth as she did, and the sensation of my cock twisting around in her mouth was incredible. As she sat in the middle of the bed, sucking my rigid shaft into her mouth I saw that the door was now open several inches, and could see a faint shadow moving under the edge of the door. This excited me, as I pictured Jean was standing behind the door, legs spread, fingers spreading her slick juice over her pussy lips and clit as she watched. Orally, Shauna was very, very good. Her lips pressing against my cock, her tounge flicking my sensitive glans, fingers stroking my balls, and her red hair caressing my thighs and stomach. I reached down, gathering her hair up so that Jean, if she really was watching, could see my cock in Shauna's mouth. Holding her hair with one hand, I reached with my left to tug, twist, pinch and tweak one of her now erect nipples. Shauna responded by moving her mouth faster, saliva dripping down on the base of my cock, making warm then cool sensations on my balls. "Yesss," I crooned, "suck it sweetheart. Suck it deep. I know how you love to suck my cock 'til I cum. Ohh, you're sooo good to me!" Shauna moaned softly as she sucked and I could feel her building excite- ment as her mouth was now so wet her drool was running like water down my shaft. "She's watching, isn't she?" I whispered. "She's watching you suck my cock, making it all wet and slippery." Shauna didn't reply, but she slid her hips down flat on the bed, her back and shoulders arched up to continue her mouthing my iron hard rod. One hand made its way down to her pussy, and she started fingering herself as she sucked. "Do you want her to see me cum in your mouth?" I asked softly. She moaned and raked her teeth against my cock, squeezing my balls softly and kneading them in their sacks. She slowed, pulling her head off my cock just long enough to utter a short phrase before engulfing me again. "CUM in my mouth!" I'm not sure if it was the idea of being watched, the fact that Shauna had always been very shy about talking dirty, the unexpected lust in her voice, or the way she was greedily gulping my cock, but I was suprised at how quickly my orgasm came on, and at its intensity. I laid back, arching my hips up to meet her mouth, moaning and trembling as a flood of sperm washed into her mouth. I could hear her swallowing my come, as another wave surged forth from the head of my cock. Her hand, pumping and milking my shaft was moving slower and tighter. I felt something wet on my thigh as I shot my final burst, hearing her panting and crooning "Oh yesss" to me. "Ohhhh Godddd!" I exclaimed, as I looked down at her. She was just sitting up, smiling at me, a white patch of cum on her chin and neck, and I was quite suprised to see that she had jerked me off onto her firm round tits too. Licking drops of sperm from her fingers, she looked at me as if she had just proved me wrong about something. I got an idea, and before the time was past, I sat up and whispered into her ear. "I want you to get up, walk around to that door and yank it open. If Jean wants a show, let's give her one." I indicated her sperm covered tits. She giggled and rolled out of bed, almost running to the door. She opened it all the way, exposing Jean leaning against the doorsill, naked with her hands moving quickly between her legs. Her eyes were glassy and it took a few moments for her situation to register past her lust, to realize that Shauna stood equally naked before her, her tits wet and slick with my jism. Smiling Shauna's hand was working over her orange bush too, as Jean's mind came back to reality. "Ahhhh." Jean stammered, obviously embarrassed, but her hands refused to stop moving in her blonde bush. Shauna didn't miss a beat. Moving closer to Jean, one hand still rubbing her orange-furred cunt, she ran one finger over her soaking tits, and leaned even closer to Jean. "I LOVE it when you watch us cum!" she said, and reached out and rubbed her wet finger on Jean's large nipple. "Doesn't cum feel good on your tits?" Jean's eyes, focused on Shauna's tits, glassed over as she sank to the floor, closing her eyes, and making the same small mewing cries I'd heard last night. We watched her this time, sitting with her back to the doorsill, legs spread, fingers deep inside. Her breathing caused her tits to rise and fall, the left one glistening wetly. As her breathing slowed, I got up and walked over to them, and scooped Jean up in my arms. She was weak and damp with perspiration, making her lean tight stomach look delicious. Her arms wrapped instinctively around my neck, her wet hands leaving my back slippery. I turned and carried her back to our bed, gently laying her down, her head on the pillow. "You're not mad?" She asked of me, incredulous. "Not at all." I said. "I hope you enjoyed it." Jean looked at us, and smiled, saying that she did indeed enjoy it. "Isn't she beautiful?" Shauna asked me. "Mmmmm. Delicious. I think your nipples are great." I told Jean. We talked and laughed, the three of us naked in the bed. Afterwards we showered and went shopping. Actually, the girls went shopping while I stood or sat around watching them and watching other pretty gals all day. When Jean walked into a store alone to check something, Shauna turned toward me and we kissed, much too briefly in my opinion, before she gave me something to look forward to when we returned home. "Tonite, it's your turn to suck me until I cum, while Jean watches!" She whispered. "I'm going to ride your face 'till its as soaked as my tits were!" An immediate bulge formed in my pants, as Shauna was normally very shy and uptight about talking like that. I grabbed her and kissed her hard, my hands cupping and lifting her ass. "Yes, but this time, I want to have Jean sitting in the room with us!" I breathed in her ear. "Watching you make my face wet, watching you cum in my mouth." Jean returned while we where whispering in each other's ears, and made a comment about holding our lust until we got home. Of course, this became, for me, the longest shopping trip in history. Later, when Shauna had gone to try on some clothes, Jean sided up to me, her hand on my stomach. "I want to watch you make each other cum tonite." she breathed quietly. I turned, knowing that Shauna couldn't see us, and pulled Jean to me hard, kissing her fully. Her lips parted, and my tounge met hers, warm and invit- ing. Her other hand caressing my back, I broke the kiss quickly and took my turn, speaking slowly so my warm breath would caress her ear. "I want you close to us, naked, watching us cum." I whispered. "I want you so close you can feel the heat from our bodies, feel us both cum." Jean sagged against me, breathing a "yes" into my chest. I gently ran my tounge around her ear, and then breathed hotly into it. She leaned into me even more, sighing. By the time we finished shopping, we had repeated this type of foreplay many times, on the sidewalks, in shops, and once, to both girls at the same time in a short elevator ride. We returned home about dusk, and I insisted that we have dinner. They both looked at me like I was crazy, but agreed. We dined, and again had a lush red wine to lift our spirits even higher. By the time the table was cleared, we were all ready to rip each other's clothes off, from promisies made during the day. As we left the kitchen, I filled three wine glasses and passed them around, with a toast. "Here's to pleasure." I said. We touched glasses and drank, looking over the glasses into each other's eyes. To my suprise, it was "shy" Shauna that took the first step. Putting her glass down, she quickly pulled her top over her head, revealing her creamy white tits, their small nipples hardening as we watched. Her jeans came off just as quick, while Jean was slipping out of her tank top. Nude, Shauna started taking my shirt off while Jean slipped out of her shorts. As she got my shirt off, Shauna watched as Jean started unfastening my pants, pulling them quickly to the floor. I stepped out of them as Jean, kneeling held them in place. Jean was staring straight at my hardening cock, inches from her face. "Go ahead," Shauna said, "let me see you suck his cock." Jean hesitated only a second before she grasped my cock in her warm hand and her tounge slid wetly around the head. She slipped my cock in her mouth easily, sliding down my shaft until I felt the head against the back of her throat. She pulled back, and started again, repeating the swirling tounge action that I was sure Shauna had told her I liked. I watched as Shauna, again, normally shy, sat down and started fingering her bush, legs spread wide on the couch. As Jean slid down my pole, she started fingering her own pussy. I felt the back of her throat again, expecting her to withdraw. She paused for a moment, then, slooowly eased the rest of my seven inches into her mouth. Her throat, hot and tight around the head of my cock, seemed to be velvety smooth. Her nose brushed against the hair at the base of my cock and I strained with effort not to push or flex against her. I didn't want her to choke, and I was sweating from the effort. Her throat receeded, and it felt like slowly pulling out of a pussy. She kept only the head in her mouth as she pulled back. Then she slid down again, pausing only briefly as the head reached the back of her mouth, and again I felt her throat squeezing my cockhead and the smooth wetness. I opened my eyes and looked at Shauna, sure she'd be showing jealousy at my enjoying a blowjob so much, but she was staring, her feet against the edge of the coffee table, legs wide and three fingers pumping her orange-trimmed slit hard and fast. Jean came down on my cock in one smooth motion, taking it all straight into her throat. I groaned, resisting the urge to try to fuck her mouth, knowing that I would cum soon. Shauna's voice was unexpected, and her words were even more unexpected once they registered on my lust fogged brain. "I told her your cum tastes sooo good." She said. "That you cum a lot and you'd love to fill her mouth with your hot creamy cum." I looked at Shauna, her pale body now flushed a light pink, perspriation accentuating her curves, close to her own peak, her tits moving as she pounded her damp mound with one hand and her fingers blurred over her clit. Jean let out a soft moan and swallowed my cock again, making my hips sway forward, and my knees bend. Again, I moaned, not wanting to cum too soon. "Shoot your cum!" Shauna commanded, her voice loud in the still air of the night. "Fill her mouth full of your cum. Flood her mouth!" Her lusty, carnal cravings drove me to new heights, just as Jean was pull- ing back. I felt a string being pulled as her fingernails lightly caressed and teased the sensitive line running down between my balls. Five hours of relentless teasing, promising, and lusting came forth all at once. Groaning loudly, I felt the dam break and my hips lunge forward. Cum spewed from my cock like a gusher, sending hot streams into Jean's mouth. Again and again, gushing and gushing, her tounge-tip, hot with my come, kept coaxing more from my cock. I felt like I had shot a gallon of gooey cream into her mouth and she wanted more. I looked down, her eyes were closed, hands on my stomach, cock half in her mouth, still teasing with her tounge. She had slid her body close, almost under me, and I could see that cum was oozing from her mouth, around my cock to dribble down her chin, down onto her chest and stomach, her nipples erect and hard. The sight of her brought forth another rush of jism, just as she released my cock from her lips. I spurted a short white burst onto her upper lip and cheek. Shauna's voice, breathy and soft broke my concentration on Jean. "Oh God yesss Jean! Suck his cum, drink him, suck it outta his balls!" Shauna's hips rose high off the couch, her legs closing around her wrist, her buns tight, breasts heaving and wriggling as she came. Sweat now formed drops that ran down her stomach, coursed down her thighs, and dripped wetly on the couch. Jean sat, fingering herself, her eyes glassy while she watched Shauna's orgasm. I leaned over to her ear, asking her if she'd like Shauna to watch as while she creamed all over my face. Jean's eyes stayed on Shauna, but she repeated back to me "cream all over your face?" just as her tits began to shake, and her body stiffened. This time, she let out small breathy "huh" sounds as she came, her legs closing around her hand. Shauna watched, still toying with her pussy as Jean's orgasm started. She smiled when I looked at her, but watched as Jean, her body slick and wet from cum and sweat, shuddered noisily. I sat next to Shauna while Jean finished, Shauna leaning over to lick a missed drop of cum from the end of my semi-hard cock. She told me that it did taste "soooo good", as Jean leaned back against an easy chair. Shauna, her carnal instincts running high, stood moved to kneel by Jeans side. "I see you enjoyed that" Jean said weakly. "Hmmm yes!" Shauna laughed. "Did he taste as good as I said." Jean seemed to just realize that she was literally dripping in cum, her neck wet, her dark nipples streaked with a cloudy white cream, some of which was running down her sweaty stomach towards her bush. "Jeeez! You weren't kidding that he could cum!" she joked. "Look a me! I'm drenched!" Shauna reached over and wiped a shiny pearl from Jean's nipple onto her finger, taking the finger into her mouth and tasting it. Then, she wiped a drop from higher on Jean's tits, again tasting it. They looked at each other as Shauna leaned over an her tounge licked away a streak on Jean's face. Another look, longer this time, and Shauna leaned down, tounging Jean's left nipple, chasing and licking every drop of cum from the girl's tit. Shauna had leaned over, her ass facing me, and I watched as a thick white cream began to appear around her cunt lips. Jean looked at me, and I smiled slightly, licking my lips and kissing towards her. She smiled and looked down at Shauna who was greedily tounging the right tit clean. Jean's hands cupped under Shauna's chin and brought her face up. "He's watching US now." She said quietly to Shauna. "Let's give him as good of a show as we can." I couldn't tell who started, but their lips met, Jean's arms encircling Shauna's neck. Shauna moved and straddled Jeans hips, leaning forward and rubbing her tits against Jean's smaller ones. They continued to kiss as Shauna's rubbing began to get furious. Jean glided her hands down Shauna's sides, over her hips, and cupped her ass. She squeezed and, unknowingly, treated me to watching Shauna's pussy emit more thick white love juice. Jean's hands forced Shauna's hips down against hers, and they rubbed to- gether. I felt ready to fuck all night, just watching these two hot, lusty women. "If you want to put on a show," I said lustily, "let's do it right." The girls looked at me quizically as I stood, I offered each a hand up. They stood, and I kissed each one long and hard, becoming very aroused by the taste of my cum on both their lips. I motioned to them to pick up their wine glasses and, turning out the house lights, told them to follow me. The house was really just outside Palm Springs, with the nearest real neighbor about five hundred yards away. The back yard was enclosed only by a chain-link or "cyclone" fence, making it visible to anyone behind the house or to the side. We walked outside, in the warm darkness that only comes to deserts and remote places in summer. The moon, in a smaller phase, cast a faint glimmer around the pool and patio. I motioned to a recliner-lounge chair near the pool, and took a single chair nearby. The girls didn't understand until I motioned again, sipping my wine. Shauna laid back, as Jean straddled her hips in the faint light. Jean's hands cupped the Shauna's larger breasts and she bent her head to lick and suck. I sat and watched as Jean, excited by being watched, and at being "outside" started working her way down towards that orange triangle. I wasn't sure Shauna was ready for that and was just about to suggest something when Jean plunged her head into Shauna's bush. Shauna gasped and flung her legs wide, wrapping them around Jean's shoulders. She slid down and lifted her hips up to meet the tounge probing her wetness. Jean sat down on the lounge chair, cupping Shauna's ass up to her face. I stood and moved over to them, lowering the back of the lounge almost fully, so Shauna could lift her hips higher. Jean looked up over Shauna's fiery bush, I think, to see if I was going to stop them. I moved up beside Jean and began to talk softly. "You like to watch, and you like being watched, don't you?" "Um-hmmmm!" Came Jean's muffled reply. "She likes...to talk...dirty too," Shauna said as she was obviously not objecting to her tounging, "like you asked me once. She told me...she wanted ...to...suck you off...and what to say...to make you cum." I eyed this blonde carefully, sizing her up and trying to choose my words carefully. She liked to watch or be watched, and dirty talk. "If somebody had binoculars, or they were standing just out there in the desert, they'd see you, naked, sucking that nice redheaded pussy." Jean moaned, as if someone had tounged her clit. "Maybe they saw me cum in your mouth...saw your tits just drenched with cum...cock in your mouth, filling your mouth 'til it dripped onto your tits." Jean was breathing heavily, still lapping and tounging Shauna's pussy. "Now they're watching you tounge Shauna's gooey cunt. Licking the juices from her cunt-lips, fucking her with your tounge...I'M watching you eat her cunt, lapping it up, making your face wet...I'm jacking off while I watch you." Shauna could hear me titilating Jean, and her lust allowed her to take her turn, as she rocked her hips up and down. "Yesss, eat me...lick me...suck me...I want to feel your tounge in me." Shauna was breathing hard. "I want...to cum...while you fuck me with your tounge... I want to...make...your face wet...I'll rub my...my...cunt...all over your tits." "I'm going to make you stand next to us." I started again. "Watch us fuck each other good and hard. You stand there, naked, fingers in your dripping snatch...watching us fuck. Then, I'm going to watch as you eat her again... eat her cum drenched pussy the way she licked cum from your tits..." Jean broke away from Shauna, lowering her hips to the lounge chair and stood suddenly, her eyes glassy and shining even in moonlight. "Yesss!" She hissed. "Fuck her cunt hard. Cum all over her cunt and I'll stand here naked fingering my clit...licking her snatch, cumming and cumming and cumming...Oh yessss! Fuck her damn it!" As I moved around, Shauna rolled off the lounge chair, grabbing and kissing Jean, squeezing a tit hard. Shauna's hand rubbing the blonde's bush hard and fast. "You wanna cum don't you?" Shauna whispered lustily to her. "You want to be outside, naked licking my cunt don't you?" Jean fairly cried, "Yes!". "NO!" Shauna said firmly. "Kneel down on the chair". Both Jean and I were suprised and aroused by little Shauna's bold change. I had no idea what she was going to do. Jean kneeled on all fours on the lounge chair as instructed. Shauna positioned the blonde just the way she wanted her. She came over to me and moved me behind Jean, aiming my cock into her warm, wet, slit. "Now," She warned, as she pushed me deep into Jean's sopping pussy, "don't move until I tell you." Shauna's sudden dominance over us held us both spellbound, waiting for her next revelation. She went to the other end of the lounge chair, sitting down with her legs on either side. She waited several long moments before she continued, just looking at us. I flexed my shaft, deep in Jean's cunt, and felt her contract in return, telling me that, she too, was excited and eager. "First," Shauna started. "We speak normally now, as if nobody could hear us...no whispering...as if we were in our own bedroom." We waited, Jean this time clenched her ring around my cock, causing me to stiffen and flex in return. This was beginning to be fun. "Second," Shauna addressed Jean, "I want to watch you get fucked. I want to SEE him pound your pussy and cum. Third: You don't touch me. I want you to know I'm here, inches from you, but you can't touch me unless I say you can." Jean moaned and said "Bitch." "Uh-huh. I want you to imagine that light in the kitchen over there is your dad, your brother, and some other guys playing poker like they did when we were in high school. Only you're here in the dark back yard." Jean's cunt squeezed me tightly as Shauna mentioned her family, then again as the final fantasy formed. Shauna looked at me, laughed huskily, and went on, "I want you to know I'm watching you fuck her. I watched you cum all over her tonite, now I'm gonna watch you cum deep inside her before I eat her pussy. And last: You can say anything you want, scream, or laugh. I want us all to cum over and over and over again tonight." Jean squeezed me again, her hips swaying a bit. "Fuck her good for me." Shauna said as we started. I pulled back in Jean's pussy, her muscles clenching to try to stop me. I drove forward, burying my cock deep into her, feeling the head against her cervix. "Oh GOD!" Jean shouted. "FUCK me!" "Shhh!" Shauna warned, playing out the fantasy, "You want your dad to find us out here?" Jean's cunt contracted again. I grabbed her hips and plunged into her as she started to moan with each stroke. "C'mon baby, fuck her twat good. Fill it full of cum. Grab her naked ass and fuck her. She want to be filled with cock tonite." Talking in normal voices was almost the same as shouting in the quiet desert night. Shauna's voice rang off the walls of the house, seeming to be amplified. She leaned backward, legs spread to show her shocking orange bush, inches from Jeans face and started pulling her nipples while I pounded that blonde pussy. "Oooh, so good isn't it? Fucking outside? Spread your legs and let him fuck your naked cunt deep and hard baby, milk his cock into your pussy. Make him fill you up." Jean was meeting each thrust, trying to jam my cock and balls into her pussy. I could feel her cream on my balls. "Oh, you're so wet." I crooned to her, "God, you've got such a dripping wet cunt. I'd love to have you rub your pussy alllll oveer my face. Let me fuck you with my tounge, lick your wet pussy." Jean was moaning loudly now, getting ready. Shauna was playing a differ- ent tactic, rubbing her pussy, making wet sounds right in Jean's face. She'd take her wet fingers and rub them on her thighs, on the blonde's tits, on her own nipples. After doing this she finally broke in on my verbalizations. "...gonna make you cum, soak your tits again..." "Oh, Jean! I'm so wet for your tounge! My cunt is aching to have you eat me. I want to feel your hot tounge. Let me cum in your mouth. Let me gush my cunt all over your face. Eat me! C'mon bury your fucking face in my cunt! Suck my cunt!" Shauna was losing control of herself too. Her hips were buck- ing up to Jean's lips. Jean's pussy was clenching and grasping at my cock even as she dove into Shauna's snatch. I could hear her moaning now, lapping Shauna into a fenzy. I slowed my pace, trying to prolong my pleasure as well as theirs. Shauna looked at me, past Jean's tangled blonde hair. "Ohh, Fuck, we're all such sluts! Eat me baby, lick me, yesss!" Shauna cried. "Shhh!" I pretened. "Not so loud, you wanna get us caught?" Jean raised her head, shoving several fingers into Shauna's sopping pussy, she backed down onto my cock. Turning her head as she pumped us both, she said "I don't CARE if they catch us! Fuck my CUNT! FUCK me! God I wanna m