“Oh Gawd, I’m gonna cum. Hold it back for a minute!”
Declan gripped the hot wife by the sides of her head and carefully lifted her to her feet. His cocking was oozing with pre cum as he powerfully lifted her off her feet and placed her gently on top of the marble island.
“You know the very reason I had this put her was so that Jack could fuck me on it, but you know, he never even asked.” Alicia smiled as she shuffled her body so that it adjusted to the cold marble surface.
“Well now you’ve got a real man on your hands my dear and I won’t be taking it easy on you just because you haven’t been fucked for months.”
“That’s my boy.” Alicia smirked as she spread her legs wide, granting Declan access to climb up onto the counter top.
The stud carefully positioned his huge cock right against her dripping wet pussy as he first allowed in to graze against her. He circled his hips around, teasing her first as he stared into her eyes without yet penetrating her.
“Oh my God.” Alicia mouthed.
Declan continued to torment her as he held back inch after inch of his length, causing her to buck her hips up towards him, virtually begging to be impaled.
“Say it.” Declan whispered. “Say what you want to say.”
Alicia bit down hard on her bottom lip as her body tingled all over at the thought of what this stud was about to do to her.
“Fuck me Declan! Just fuck me like a real man! Give it to me!”
With those words, Declan plunged his throbbing cock balls deep into the tormented wife. Alicia felt her body go into spasm as she shook all over with the sensation of being taken by the biggest cock she had ever seen. Declan left it in there as he pressed his hips hard against her pelvis, allowing her to come to terms with what had just happened. Alicia saw stars as her eyes clamped shut while Declan pressed down on her with force.
After a couple of minutes of being impaled on his cock, she opened her eyes and stared at the hunk’s rippling body as he finally released her. She gulped in air as he slowly began to remove his cock right to the tip, just as the phone rang for the sixth time on the wall behind them. Declan half turned his body.
“My God would you just let it ring out. Take me now!”
Declan smiled at the brunette as he finally began to rhythmically pound the frustrated wife, releasing her from her chamber of sexual stress. He pumped her with long, slow strokes as she gripped the sides of the marble counter for support.
“Harder. Harder. Harder.” She begged as Declan defiled her without as much as a thought for Jack who was sitting in a dark office somewhere in the city by a computer. He began to increase the speed of his hips as Alicia’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. She arched her back and bucked her hips back up against the muscled stud who penetrated her deeply.
Just as she was about to climax, Declan pulled out and slid up her body. He mounted her chest and smiled down at her as she shot him a puzzled look.
“Why did you stop?” She moaned, like a child whose father had stopped pushing them on a swing.
“Where is the marital suite? I’m going to take you there, make a mess and I’m going to keep fucking you there until Jack comes back and sees how it’s done baby.”
Alicia flashed a broad grin and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
“Right down the hall, Stud.” She whispered as Declan easily lifted her from the counter and placed her over his shoulder. He marched, army like, down the hall until he came to the last door. He pushed it open, strode confidently in and threw Alicia down onto the king sized bed which had seen no action in recent memory.
Alicia landed face down, but before she could turn over, Declan had mounted her from behind. He wasted no time in plunging his cock between her ass cheeks, just as he had dreamed about doing since the moment he had seen her in her skimpy black dress.
He ploughed unmercifully into the hot wife as she arched her back up towards him with the shock that the penetration had caused. Declan reached out and grabbed the back of her hair, taking care not to hurt her as he mounted her completely.
After a couple of minutes, Alicia began to relax and come to terms with the size of her neighbor’s cock and began to pump her ass back into him. Her smooth, rounded ass cheeks embedded his cock and sent ripples of pleasure shooting through his body.
Soon Alicia could not take any more as she felt herself climax all over the bed like she had never done before. Her body shook and caused her ass cheeks to clamp down even tighter against Declan’s throbbing cock as he continued to pound her from behind.
Just as he was about to climax, he pulled out and flipped Alicia over onto her back, where she lay panting and completely spent. Declan kicked his red boxer briefs which were still dangling from his right ankle off and into his hand. He through them up to the head of the bed where Alicia grabbed them and stuffed them under her pillow to enjoy when Declan was not around.
The muscled stud gave his cock three quick pumps with his hand before plunging its full length back into the sullied wife again, thrusting harder into her than ever before. Alicia reached her hands back and gripped the head board as Declan went to work on her once more. He lifted her ankles onto his shoulder, as he raised himself up onto his knees so that he could plunge every bit of his cock into her dripping pussy.
Finally, he felt his cock spasm as he shot streams of hot cum into the truly satisfied wife. He continued to thrust and squeeze out every drop of cum into her spent body before collapsing onto her.
For the seventh time that day the phone rang beside the bed. Declan reached across and grabbed it, holding it up to his ear.
“What?!” He panted into it.
The End
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“I’m not sure what to make of it,” Margery said to her attractive best friend, Carrie Cumm.
“What do you think is the problem?” Carrie asked in turn, a puzzled look on her face.
“Well, I don’t know if it’s anything to worry about… I mean she’s just nineteen years old,” the concerned mother, Margery, shook her head doubtfully.
“You can tell me,” Carrie smiled, rubbing her best friend’s shoulder with an encouraging hand.
“Well, she’s just not shown any interest in boys yet. Do you know what I mean?” The distraught Margery cast a pleading look toward Carrie. “She just does girly kinds of things still. She’s never been on a date that I know of, never gone to a dance with a boy, never had a date to the prom! It’s almost as if she’s still just a young girl, you know, before they start thinking about boys.”
“Oh…” Carrie smiled reassuringly. “That’s not such a big deal, is it? She’s still young and has lots of time to develop those little romances.”
“I know…” Margery whispered. “It’s just… it’s just…”
“What, you’d rather she just jump right in, Margery!” said Carrie – a middle aged woman who was still packing a youthful dose of sex appeal in every curve of her sculpted body.
“No, of course not Carrie! It’s just that some times I wonder, you know…”
Another pleadi
ng expression gripped her face.
“Oh…” Carrie nodded. “You think she might, uh, fancy the finer gender?”
“No, I’m not saying that!” Margery shot back. “I’m just… Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying! I just worry about her, that’s all. I’m her mother. That’s my right, isn’t it?”
“She should be so lucky!” Carrie gushed. “Your little Roxanne will be just fine, I’m sure. Some times it just takes a girl a little while longer to find themselves. You know how that can be.”
“I suppose…” And here Margery brought a finger to her mouth in thought. “Still, maybe you could talk to her Carrie? I mean you’ve always been close to her.”
“Me?” Carrie reeled her head back with shock.
“Yeah, you’ve been on camping trips with her and family events. She thinks of you like a cool older sister. I’m just her crazy old mother! And it would be way too awkward if I tried to say anything like that to her… We haven’t even had the talk… ever!”
Carrie laughed aloud, patting her best friend on the shoulder.
“Okay, Margery, okay! Well let’s not make a big deal out of it yet. I’ll ask her to come over on the weekend for a girl’s night and I’ll see if I can bring it up during the conversations. But I don’t make any promises!”
“No, of course not!” Margery beamed, rushing over to hug her friend. “Thank you so much for this, Carrie! It would just give me so much peace if someone spoke to her about this kind of thing. Not that I don’t think she knows about it already, but… oh, I don’t know!”
“It’s perfectly okay, Marg.”
Carrie leaned forward to return the hug, as a wry smile slithered across her lips and a debauched thought swirled about her head.
“I’ll get to the bottom of your little girl,” the curvy Carrie intoned.
***
***
Carrie Cumm heard the knocking upon her front door in the early afternoon. She rose from her chair with a wide and eager grin, sauntering over to open it up. As the door swung ajar, the open space revealed a young and very attractive girl. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty and shapely as could be. Rather on the petite side overall, but very voluptuous for her size. You could tell a woman’s body had blossomed for a good many years already. The girl, Roxanne, daughter of Carrie Cumm’s best friend, stood in the doorway, wearing a taut tank top with thin straps and a pair of unfathomably tight black yoga pants. Her toned thighs were being exhibited quite boldly.
“Roxanne, so happy we could do this!” Carrie Cumm exclaimed, bending out the doorway to hug her youthful friend.
“Me too, Carrie. I’m really glad you called. I think I’d just be stuck home all weekend if you hadn’t,” said the syrupy Roxanne. Her face was like a fine painting, everything in perfect proportion, and what an enticing appeal it possessed.
“No hot date?” Carrie laughed, giving the girl a poke in the ribs as they walked inside.
“Uhh, nope,” Roxanne giggled. “Not had any of those.”
“Well that’s okay, we can have a fun girl’s night, can’t we?”
“I hope so, Carrie! That’s why I’m here!” the beautiful Roxanne snickered.
“Well then, let’s get to it girl!” Carrie shot back, rubbing her hand down along Roxanne’s spine. And here the older woman took note of her plump booty, held wonderfully in place by those black pants.
“Wow, I just love your yoga pants!”
This comment allowed Carrie a few extra seconds of gawking, as the younger woman peeked over her shoulder and down at the round ass.
“Do you really?” Roxanne questioned in a humble tone.
“Yeah, your butt looks amazing! I’m definitely jealous of that.”
This caused Roxanne to give her booty a little jiggle action, bouncing up and down slightly where she stood. The two cheeks rose and fell in rapid succession. And oh man, did it ever look good… Roxanne then grabbed the waistband of her pants and gave them an upward tug, which only served to pull the material even tighter (if at all possible) around her tempting body.
“Don’t be so modest, Carrie. I saw you that last day at the beach we did. Your ass is pretty perfect, I’d say. You know, for an older gal!” Roxanne laughed, quickly scooting away to avoid any wild swing Carrie might throw in her direction.
“Those are fighting words, Roxanne! Besides, you know this body is too hot to handle. Everybody hits on this.” Carrie commented with a smug expression.
“I’m just kidding, Carrie! You know you’re gorgeous,” the young Roxanne paused for a moment. “But… do you get hit on a lot?
“Are you kidding? Do you not see this body, Roxanne!? Of course I’m getting hit on all the time,” now it was Carrie’s turn to laugh.
“Like by how old? How old are the guys?”
“From teenagers to old perverts. And not just men, either,” the mature woman winked.
“You get hit on by women too?!”
“Of course. Women can have good taste, can’t they?” Carrie shrugged playfully, pushing her ample chest out a little farther and giving it a shake. “How about you?”
“Do I get hit on?” Roxanne questioned meekly.
“Mmhmm.”
“Well… I don’t think so. I mean, I don’t know. I never know what to say so people just think I’m boring and uninterested. I don’t think I ever get hit on.”
“Roxanne,” her buxom friend Carrie extended a hand to note the serious nature of her upcoming statement. “With a body like yours, specifically that bubble butt you’ve got, I’m sure you’re giving out more neck cranks than a pro wrestler!”
“Haha, oh shut up Carrie!”
“I’m being serious, Roxanne. You’re absolutely stunning. I mean, if I was a guy, I’d be clambering all over you – hopping over walls, climbing buildings, and shoving old ladies to the floor just to get a glimpse of you.”
Ms. Cumm raised her eyebrows, scanning over Roxanne’s body once again in an exaggerated and overt manner.
“You’re such a dork,” Roxanne snorted, although inwardly a rush of excitement seemed to sweep through her body. Everybody loves a compliment – and when it came from her mature, sexy friend, it was even better. The young girl began to strut that rump of hers in a provocative manner with each step she took, feeling more confident with every motion.
“But I’ve never had a boyfriend…” Her confession was abrupt and sudden.
“Not even a little middle school romance?” Carrie questioned.
“Nope. Nothing. I’ve never even kissed a boy.”
“That’s not so bad,” her friend replied, putting a hand on the shoulder of Roxanne. “You’re still young yet… but, how about any girls!”
Both of the women laughed in unison, although the younger of the two seemed to hold a little more nervous energy in her voice.
“No, nope… No girls either. My friend did want to practice kissing with me once or twice. I always turned her down. It would have been too weird, don’t you think? Kissing a friend?”
Carrie smiled pleasantly, casting her gaze down to the exposed cleavage of the nubile girl before her.
“Well Roxanne, I guess that depends on what kind of friends you are. The close sisterly kind of friends, the friend friends, or perhaps something a bit more.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Roxanne commented. “She was just my friend friend, though. I thought it would be too uncomfortable.”
“She didn’t do anything for you, did she?”
“No, not like that Carrie! Christ, c’mon!” Roxanne shook her head side to side, letting out several laughs.
“Ok, ok!” Carrie giggled a little herself, giving Roxanne a gentle shove. “No boys ever tried to kiss you? I find that hard to believe, Roxanne. You’re a knockout, 10/10 easily.”
Roxanne simply shrugged with a subtle shaking of her head.
“I’m serious, Carrie. I never have. Not that I haven’t wanted to… I mean, I guess I’m just scared, you know? Like what would I do?�
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“Oh Roxanne!” Ms. Cumm gushed, wrapping her arms around the beautiful girl. “You silly little girl! That’s perfectly understandable. It is kind of a scary thing. I remember my first time and it definitely was a bit nerve-wracking. ”
“Really?” Roxanne leaned in closer – you could almost see her eyes perk up like an excited dog resting on the porch. “How old were you?”
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