by Dee Luscious
“Aaaahhhh!” he cries as he releases his whole load into Sarah's tight ass.
“So,” Megan says appearing in the doorway with a tray of drinks, “You gentlemen couldn't wait for me?”
“We've forgotten about our movie,” Evan says, settling on the couch next to Paul and Megan, “How's our porn star getting along?”
“It looks like she's invited another friend to play with her,” Sarah replies, curling up on the recliner with her drink.
On screen, the blond porn star is on fours, her monstrous breasts heaving as her lover vigorously fucks her from behind. A second man is on his knees in front of her, thrusting his enormous cock into her open mouth.
“I have always wanted to be fucked like that,” Megan purrs, still feeling horny because she had missed the last round of sex.
“Let's see if you boys have any gas left in your tanks!” She says, working Paul and Evan's limp dicks with each hand. The men groan as cocks begin to swell.
“Oh Paul,” Megan exclaims as her husbands erection surges to full strength, “I just can't get enough of your dick! Do you want to put it in my juicy pussy again?” she asks, leaning forward and holding onto the arm of the sofa. Paul doesn't answer as he mounts her from behind, thrusting his stiff pole into her soaking crack.
“Oh Paul,” Megan gasps, as she digs her nails into the arm of the sofa,”Don't stop! Don't stop pumping your stiff bar in my narrow slit!” Paul continues to thrust as he spreads Megan's anus apart with his fingers. Megan gives a strangled cry as Paul pulls out of her cunt and gently pushes his cock into her ass.
“Aaahh!” she cries, “You're stretching me so wide! Go deeper, Paul, go deeper!”
Evan crawls between Paul's legs and begins licking Megan's clitoris.
“Ooohh Evan, you're driving me crazy!” Megan shrieks in ecstasy, “ I want your dick in my pussy now!” Evan sits on the couch and taking Megan by the hips, pulls her down onto his raging erection as Paul's cock continues to throb in her ass.
“Last call, boys!” Sarah giggles, and crawling between their legs, begins licking both men's balls. Paul can't hold out any longer and explodes in Megan's ass, shooting waves of hot cum deep inside her. A moment later, Evan erupts inside of Megan, and Sarah greedily licks up the torrents of semen running down his shaft.
It was late in the evening when Paul and Megan finally left the house, promising Evan and Sarah that they would visit again very soon. And they would too. After all, they hadn't seen the end of the movie yet.
Story 4
I will never forget the first time I saw her. My desk faces the elevator doors, and even though I've worked here for five years, I still look up involuntarily every time I hear the elevator stopping at my floor. The doors slid open noiselessly, and I was immediately struck by her beauty. She was tall, probably taller than me, had beautiful green eyes, silky red hair that seemed to sparkle in the light, and the most perfect breasts I had ever seen.
I felt my breath catch in my throat and heard my heart pounding in my ears. I was like a teenager who had just caught the eye of the high school quarterback! It was crazy! I had always considered myself straight. I had never been with another woman, let alone been attracted to one. But from that first moment, I was madly in love with Brittany.
The next few days in the office were hard as I struggled with my new and irrational feelings. Every time I saw Brittany, I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to touch her, to kiss those glossy wet lips and explore very inch of her exquisite body.
I had hoped that this was just some strange phase I was going through, and that these feelings would diminish as time went on, but I was wrong. If anything, my passions were becoming more intense with each day! At night I had dreams of cradling Brittany's supple breasts in my hands, kissing her neck, then her shoulders, and finally letting my mouth close around her nipples. In the morning, I would wake up with my panties sopping wet.
Despite my emotional turmoil, I somehow managed to strike up a friendship with Brittany. It was easier than I thought. Brittany is so cheerful and outgoing that it's hard not to be her friend! By the end of the week, we were talking and laughing like two sorority girls at a college reunion.
On Monday morning, I invited Brittany to join me for lunch and she accepted. This was my chance! If I steered the conversation carefully, I could find out if Brittany was in a relationship, if she liked women, and more importantly, if she liked me!
But when we sat down at the restaurant, my mind went blank. I couldn't help noticing how tight Brittany's shirt was. It was stretched across her breasts so hard that all I could think about was releasing them. I wanted to reach across the table and rip the buttons off her shirt, letting her voluptuous breasts explode from their captivity and dance in the open air.
Suddenly, I realized that I was staring at Brittany's chest! I quickly looked down at my menu, hoping she hadn't noticed. But Brittany smiled and talked amiably as though nothing had happened, and I relaxed a little. I scanned the list of entrees without really reading them. A whirlwind of thoughts was swirling in my head. I hadn't noticed Brittany's shirt being so tight at the office. Was it even the same shirt? Had she changed her shirt before she went to lunch? But why? Had she done it... for me?
“Would you like to come to my house this Friday?”
Brittany's voice jolted me back to reality.
“You-your house?” I stammered.
“Sure,” she said, her voice warm and inviting, “we could have dinner, maybe watch a movie, chat a little, do girl stuff, you know?”
“I would love to,” I replied, trying not to betray how excited I really was.
My mind was racing on the way back to the office. Fantasies of Friday night were spinning in my mind like an out of control merry-go-round and I scrambled to keep up with them. I was being ridiculous, I told myself. I was about to cum in my pants over a simple dinner invitation! I had no way of knowing if Brittany even liked girls. And if she did, there was no guarantee she would be interested in me. I took a deep breath.
We were alone in the elevator as it made its slow climb to the office. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Brittany leaning toward me.
“You're very beautiful, you know,” she whispered in my ear.
She tilted my chin back with a single finger, and a moment later I felt her soft lips close around mine in the softest, most affectionate kiss I had ever received in my entire life. I felt a thrill of ecstasy run trough the entire length of my body. Before I could even catch my breath to answer, the elevator doors opened and Brittany pulled away from me. I watched as she exited the elevator, rooted to my spot like a marble statue. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked as the doors closed between us. I had forgotten to leave the elevator! I quickly pushed the “open doors” button and sheepishly made my way to my desk. The merry-go-round was spinning in my mind again, and I didn't even try to stop it.
I didn't see much of Brittany before our Friday night date. She seemed to be avoiding me and any time we were together, it was always in the presence of our coworkers. I knew she was doing it on purpose. She was teasing me, letting the sexual tension build. It was working too. Every time I saw her I wanted to rip her clothes off and make love to her right there. But that would have to wait... until Friday.
Finally, the great night arrived. I spent hours getting prepared. I shaved my pussy meticulously, wanting it to be perfect for her. It was nine o'clock at night when I arrived at her apartment. I stood in front of her door, trying to summon the courage to ring her bell. I was a bundle of nerves! I had never done this before. What if it wasn't good enough? What if I couldn't please her? Maybe I was making a big mistake...
Just then, the door swung open and I was face to face with Brittany.
“H-hello,” I stammered, “it's me...”
Brittany didn't answer. She stepped forward quickly and kissed me. Again, it was so soft and sweet. Her mouth met mine slowly, her tongue parting my lips and exploring them gently. I felt a wet w
armth growing between my legs, and my nipples were so hard they could cut glass. Brittany took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I pulled up short as we came to the doorway.
“Is something wrong?” Brittany asked, turning to me.
“I-I've never done this before!” I blurted. “I love you, Brittany! I love you so much. I've never wanted a woman- any woman so badly before, but I really don't know what to do!”
“Don't worry,” Brittany said with a reassuring smile. “You'll learn very fast. I'll show you what to do.”
I was aware of a sudden movement, and her dress fell to the floor. Brittany stood before me completely naked. My heart stopped. For a moment, I stood there in shock, almost out of breath.
Brittany was more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Her breasts shone like two golden orbs in the dim light, her flawless body was smooth and supple, and I could see the hint of her pink lips between her toned thighs. I couldn't hold back any longer. I lunged forward and began kissing her everywhere, running my hands over her long neck, her firm back, her perfectly sculpted ass. I was sucking her wonderful nipples when she stopped me.
“Easy,” she whispered.
I stood still as Brittany began to undress me. She unfastened my dress and let it slide noiselessly to the floor. With delicate fingers, she carefully removed my bra and finally, getting on her knees in front of me, slowly pulled my panties down, inch by inch, until they were around my ankles. I stood there, almost paralyzed, as Brittany walked in a circle around me, admiring my naked body from every angle.
“You really are very good,” she purred.
She led me to the bed and made me lie down. She began to kiss me, those sweet, succulent kisses, all over my body, taking my rigid nipples in her sensual lips and letting her delicate fingers caress my skin. A low moan had barely escaped my lips, when her mouth found mine and our tongues explored each other.
“Now,” she said, her voice low and husky, “I want you to do it for me.”
She leaned back on the bed, her legs together. She was teasing me again. If I wanted to see her pussy, I would have to earn it. I let my tongue run along the contours of her swollen breasts, stopping to suck on her pert nipples. I began raining kisses on her body, starting at her firm stomach and working my way down to her velvety mound of Venus.
Slowly, very slowly, she opened her legs revealing the secret of her pussy. It was even more beautiful than the rest of her body, pink, succulent, and soaking with anticipation. For a moment, I felt a little confused and scared again. I really had no idea what I was doing here, but I wanted to touch it. I began to gently caress her sopping pussy, and immediately I felt her body react. She moaned as I made small circles on her clitoris. One of my fingers found its way inside of her and I couldn't believe how warm and wet it was in there.
Another finger followed, and then another. Brittany's moans grew louder and louder as my fingers wriggled inside her. But I wanted more. I looked at my fingers, glistening with Brittany's fluids and cautiously licked them. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before!
Without hesitating, I buried my tongue in her vagina. Brittany arched her back and gave a high pitched moan as my tongue plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. I licked her pussy like a greedy cat that had found spilled milk. I fucked her savagely with my tongue, savoring every drop of her wonderful nectar.
“Eat me!” she panted, “I want you to eat my clitoris now!”
I slipped my fingers back into her pussy and began liking her clitoris. Brittany writhed on the bed and shrieked with ecstasy. I closed my mouth and really went crazy, letting my tongue swirl around her clit like a whirlpool. Brittany's orgasm came suddenly, and as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body, I was suddenly aware of the warm streams of fluid running down my thighs. I had cum too! I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this!
For a minute we both lay on the bed, trying to catch our breath.
“I want you to try something else,” Brittany said between gasps.
She sat up on the bed, and reaching into the dresser drawer, pulled out a large pink dildo.
“I want you to fuck me with this while you eat my clit.”
I enthusiastically buried my head between her legs and went back to licking her pussy. Brittany's juices streamed out like a waterfall.
“You're going to drown me down here!” I laughed.
I spread the lips of her pussy apart with my fingers and slowly began to slide the dildo inside her. Brittany gave a gasp of pleasure and arched her pelvis as I penetrated her. I began fucking her with the dildo, slowly at first and then faster and more vigorously. Brittany's nails dug into the mattress and her full breasts heaved with each thrust. My tongue found her clitoris again and Brittany came hard. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. I started to cum also, with my head between her beautiful thighs and my pussy dripping uncontrollably. Our voices rose in a duet of ecstasy as we came together.
Brittany collapsed on the bed exhausted, and I crawled up next to her and began softly kissing her neck.
“How was I?” I asked.
“You were nice,” she whispered.
“Is that good or bad?”
“If you were any nicer, I don't think I could stand it,” she laughed and kissed me back.
The minutes passed as we laid there intertwined, kissing each other passionately. Brittany gently guided me on top of her, making me straddle her as she smeared my juices all over her body. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks as she drew me forward, rubbing her hard nipples against my hot pussy. All I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. Brittany grabbed the dildo and held it balanced on her glistening mound.
“Now, I want to fuck you,” she said, licking her lips.
I was excited beyond words as I lowered myself onto the dildo and slowly slid down its long pink shaft. I orgasmed uncontrollably as Brittany held the dildo in one hand and began to rub my clitoris with the other. I rocked up and down in pure ecstasy. I looked down at her beautiful body covered in my fluids, and I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples, tasting my own juices for the first time. It was almost as good as Brittany's. I leaned back and managed to slip my fingers into her waiting pussy. I fucked her with my fingers, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I moved up and down on the pink dildo. We came together, the orgasm jolting through our bodies like an electric shock. I collapsed on top of her. We kissed, and I was aware of our swollen breasts rubbing against each other. I could feel our rock hard nipples touching. But I was too exhausted to do anything about it, and so was she.
“Thank you, Brittany,” I whispered hoarsely. “That was incredible.”
Brittany kissed me in response, and I rolled off of her. We laid side by side in the darkened room, heavy with the scent of our lovemaking. The room was silent except for sound of our breathing. I listened to the steady rhythm of Brittany's breath and realized that she was asleep. The room began to dim around me and before I knew it, I was asleep too.
I didn't go home the next morning. Or the morning after that, either. I wasn't until I woke up next to Brittany on Monday morning, that it dawned on me that I had spent the whole weekend at her house.
A lot has changed in my life since that weekend. For one thing, work has become a lot more enjoyable. After all, nobody asks two women why they go to the bathroom together.
Story 5
My name is Sam and I'm 40 years young. I have always been the sporty type, playing football and baseball in high school, track and field in college, and even running in a couple of marathons after I graduated. These days, my sporting activities are pretty much limited to jogging in the park, but I don't mind. I enjoy running in the fresh air and sunlight. And fresh air and sunlight aren't the only attractions the park has to offer. There are quite a few young women that jog here as well, and I would be lying if I said that running was the only thing in the park that gets my heart rate going!
I know, it sounds like I'm having a midlife
crisis, but it's all harmless really. I'm only looking and you can't get in trouble for just looking. At least, that's what I thought until last week...
I had just finished my warm up lap around the park and was leaning against a tree, stretching my legs, when I saw her. She looked to be about 19, with curly blond hair, and a slim figure that took my breath away. She glided past me, her hips swinging from side to side like a pendulum as she walked. Her long blond hair flowed in the breeze behind her, sparkling like gold in the sunlight. She settled down on a bench across from me, and sweeping her hair back with one hand, began to unfasten her shoes.
I watched as she removed her shoes and took a pair of white sneakers out of a gym bag sitting next to the bench. With a sudden movement, she stood up and unfastened her sweatpants. Her long red nails gleamed in the sun as she slowly pushed her pants down, revealing her sleek toned legs. She was wearing a pair of red and blue sports shorts that tightly encircled her hips and barely covered her thighs, leaving little to the imagination.
She began stretching, rolling her head from side to side, her hair shimmering behind her as she slowly unzipped her training vest. When the zipper was fully open, she let the jacket fall from her shoulders onto the bench behind her. She was wearing a matching red and blue sports bra that was very low cut. Intertwining her fingers, she raised her arms above her head and arched her back. The thin fabric struggled to contain her bulging breasts.
I observed all this by stealing furtive glances at her as I continued my stretching. After all, I didn't want to be caught staring at her and get labeled as a creep. But the next time I peeked in her direction, she looked up from her bench and for a heart stopping second, our eyes locked. I quickly looked away and resumed my stretching, but I could feel her eyes on me. My heart raced. I wanted to jog away- hell, I wanted to run for my life! Should I jog away casually as if nothing had happened? Would she assume that my looking at her was just happenstance and forget about it? Or would it make me look even more guilty? Maybe I should keep doing stretches and wait until she leaves. Then I could-
