It was 6:15 am and the alarm woke Jan from her sleep, she was so tired. Another sleepless night and another night of frustration, Jan had not had sex with her husband for nearly two weeks, and she desperately needed his stiff penis or hand inside of her. All night she was hoping that he would take her as he so often had in the past. It was not uncommon that many a sexual drought has been broken by the realisation that she wasn’t having sex in a dream, but that her husband Jeff was making a duck’s beak with his hand was pushing all five fingers inside of because when it came to sex, she was always conflicted.
So, this morning she woke to the realisation if she didn’t have sex soon she would go crazy. After several weeks of no sex she realised she need to cum badly, and if he wouldn’t do it for her, she would reluctantly do it herself. She swung her legs out of bed, and slowly forced herself to get moving. She placed her dressing gown on, grabbed her clothes and, made her way to the bathroom.
This particular Saturday afternoon was hot but not overwhelmingly so. We had done the usual summer Saturday routine of mowing and trimming the lawn in the early morning, cleaning the house and doing laundry in the early afternoon. About mid afternoon, we decided to kick back, relax, have a few beers and lounge around the pool. I put half a dozen beers in a cooler with ice, put one more each in a couple of cool can holders while my live in girlfriend used the bathroom, changed into her bikini and picked up the beers on the way outside. I then used the bathroom, changed into my swimsuit and went outside.
She was already laying on the air mattress in the pool. Boy did she look good laying there, tan, small beads of water on her skin, etc.. I jumped on the other air mattress and settled in. In between talking and diving in the pool to get cool every once and a while, at this point we had each gone through a couple beers and about an hour had passed.
It was about then we heard our next door neighbor splash into their pool. Over time we had become friends with our neighbors Joan and Tom. Curious as to who was in the pool, Kathy, my girlfriend, called out “hi neighbor”, then stepped out of the pool, peered over the fence and began a conversation.
As it turned out, Joan was the one who dove in. Tom appeared to not be around. Joan hopped out and now stood on the other side of the fence continuing her conversation with Kathy. The fence was low enough so that, with their respective heights, they could see each other from just below the neck up. Joan looked my way and said hi. Never missing a chance to see Joan’s long blond hair, slender body, and huge tits up close, I stepped out of the pool, grabbed three fresh beers and walked over to join the conversation.
This was my and Kathy’s third beer since getting into the pool now over an hour ago, and I offered one to Joan. She took it, popped the top and did one of those lick the entire length of the can things and laughed. Joan loved to taunt guys. God I bet she was fun. Anyway, so that got it started. The beer was kicking in and the lick was provocative enough to get my mind going, right down the gutter. As I said, about now the beer was starting to kick in, in more ways than one. I was aware that I was beginning to have to pee, real bad. The combination of beer, no food and all the water we drank throughout the day to keep ourselves hydrated during our Saturday chores was catching up to me now.
I was standing behind Kathy at this point and we were both close enough to the fence that Joan could probably see down to just above our waists but not much lower. I’m thinking at this point, the right thing to do is excuse myself, go inside and use the restroom. On the other hand, we were having one of those “interesting” conversations and my mind was beginning to wander. It is probably a guy thing, but I started to think of ways to remain there in the conversation, and pee yet not let on that I was doing so. How totally erotic, standing right there in front of our very sexy neighbor and peeing right in front of her without her knowing. I was starting to get a hard on just thinking about it.
The problem is that with the heat, Kathy and I were both nearly dry. Our bathing suits were not dripping anymore, and the pool water around our feet was nearly gone. It would have been easy to pop out and pee while I was still dripping wet but now, this would not go unnoticed. So how do I do this and not have it drip so fast onto the sidewalk that Joan would notice the sound. I was pretty sure Kathy would be cool about however I did this, heck it may even get her excited as well but I am sure that is just the beer talking at this point. Several more minutes go by, the conversation continues. My mind is racing, I really have to pee now, but I’m committed to do this. The question is how.
I look down and see the blue floral bikini bottom covering Kathy’s nice tight butt. It rides low in back exposing the start of the division between her two rather firm, exquisitely shapely butt cheeks. What if I could casually pull my dick out, pull her bathing suit down a little in back, put my dick down her suit between her cheeks and pee. I was tall enough to make it feasible. The pee would run down Kathy’s crack, past her butt hole, past her pussy, then down her legs and no splashing or dripping anywhere. I remember thinking I might actually get away with this nasty little fantasy. If I did it slowly, discretely, I figured Joan would not suspect a thing.
So now I shift my weight, move in closer behind Kathy and hook my finger in the nice little gap between her suit and butt cheeks. Kathy feeling my finger in her crack, casually reaches her hand behind her, open palmed and runs it between my hand and her skin moving the swim suit bottom down slightly as she does so. Oh my God, for real, what is Kathy doing I think to myself. Joan can see Kathy’s hand has moved behind her back and can probably see according to the position of my arm that my hand is on her but butt. I hope she suspects nothing yet and continue talking as if nothing is going on. Kathy slides her hand back up her cheeks then outside of my hand guiding my fingers down her crack, lower and lower, exposing more and more of her very cute ass in the process. It is hard to concentrate now. I don’t know what Kathy is up to, but I do know I have to pee so bad I can’t see straight any more. Would I spoil the moment if I peed down her bathing suit interrupting what she seems to want to do, or would it be OK, decisions, decisions.
Clearly Kathy is into this “let’s do something erotic right there in front of Joan without Joan really catching on” thing. By now, her hand has guided my fingers to her poop shoot and is pressing me to go there with one of my fingers. I respond with a slight pressure to knock at the door with my finger but then slowly move my hand signaling my way out of her bathing suit. She starts to go back down with her own hand as if to do herself what she wanted me to do but slowly comes back up and crosses her arms in front of her. Meanwhile, I shift my weight, move slightly closer to the back of Kathy and decide that I am going to try this kinky little fantasy that I have been having.
I’ve totally lost track of the conversation by now, but Kathy is still going strong. Joan unexpectedly leans forward enough to see below our waists but it is more a matter of just moving around, shifting her weight, not that she is looking for something or expecting something. Joan resumes her stance and so now I slowly reach my hand down, pulling the front of my bathing suit down in the process. I reach further and pull my now semi hard dick out and point it toward the back of Kathy, brushing up against her back with the head of it in the process. I take my hand and once again hook the fabric of Kathy’s suit and pull it down slightly. I glance down to see that the fabric has stayed and her gorgeous butt crack is in full view.
Kathy now shifts her weight and lets her arms fall to her sides for a moment. She then reaches around in back finding my dick in the process. She directs the head down to where she can feel it rest at the top of the swimsuit fabric and stops for a moment. Mind you, she is dong this all the while continuing to talk with Joan. Kathy is amazing I think to myself.
So now I need to just relieve the pressure and I nervously let out a small amount of pee down her butt crack, then I stop, looking for some sort of sign whether this is OK or not. I know she can feel it and am honestly worried she will move away or pull her hands back around to her front. Then, all of a sudden, with a subtle but convincingly firm stroking motion, I have my answer. Holy shit, this is going to be OK. I am sure Joan can tell I am distracted by something but doesn’t waiver in her conversation with Kathy as I begin to try and let my pee out slowly enough to go where it is supposed to go. The problem is that I have to go so bad that within a few seconds, pee is gushing from me, and flowing outside of Kathy’s swimsuit and onto the pavement, making that unmistakable sound of water hitting a hard surface. I instinctively summon all my power to stop the flow and quiet the splashing. If I am lucky, Joan did not notice, If I am not, I am so busted.
No visible reaction from Joan so I shift my weight again, this time guiding both Kathy and my hands so that her suit is lowered a bit more and my dick is further between her sweet butt cheeks. I start to pee again, this time it is a stronger stream and it is all I can do to hold it back from full pee mode. To my relief it is working and all of my pee is going where it is supposed to go. Kathy is still holding her now pee drenched hand on my dick as I continue to let more of the clear warm liquid make its way down her butt crack, her legs, and finally to the ground.
After what seemed like forever, I am finally done. Kathy’s hand however remains firmly attached to my dick, and now she shifts her position a little bit. I glance down and notice the puddle of water at our feet making its way to the planter at the side of the cool deck. Now I notice the size of the puddle is not diminishing but is growing. Obviously Kathy is peeing too. Oh how I wish my dick would go far enough down her butt crack for her to pee directly on it, maybe another time. This however is so fucking cool I can hardly stand it.
Until now I had wondered why Joan had glanced behind us a couple times in the last few minutes. Now it was clear, where there had been no “water” in her view, now there was. No one had recently stepped out of the pool so where did it come from? Oh where oh where. I surmised she knew but said nothing. Heck, for all I know she was doing the same on her side, we just couldn’t see from where we stood. I asked if everyone was up for another beer and got all thumbs up/ I broke away from Kathy and walked over to get the last three beers out of the cooler and returned to the conversation. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I handed the beer to Joan, hoping the bulge in my swimsuit was not as visible as I felt it was.
Harold stood feeling relieved that the cum-coated Sarja was now gone. At the same time however he was aroused, what with his cock and balls still out of his trousers. He looked to see Alfred standing beside Charlotte seated in her wing chair. His pants crotch was bulging as he and Charlotte exchanged loving glances. Harold made his way over with his upright cock swaying from side to side.
Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year’s added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her.
“I understand Harrold. There’s no need to apologize. We are both aging at the same rate, you know.”
“I do hope you were able to enjoy yourself and your little fetish in my absence.”
“Rest assured, dear. I kept the cane hard at work.”
“That’s nice. Servants should continually be reminded of their place.”
“Alfred was of big help in that department.”
“The chauffer, you know. Oh I guess you don’t know. I hired him in your absence.”
“So he wields a wicked cane too?”
“To a degree.”
“Is he as ruthless as Beatrice?”
“As housekeeper? Of course not. He’s hardly a sadist.”
“I trust that you have a fresh servant girl available for my four o’clock ritual.”
“Of course, Harold. I’m quite sure she will . . . will inspire you.”
Harold propped himself up on his pillow and lit that infernal cigar which his wife Charlotte detested. “Describe her.”
“Finnish; around eighteen; shy; on the petite side.”
Charlotte smiled as she watched him respond to her words as one of his hands made its way south under the sheet while his other held his cigar. When he inhaled the glow from it illuminated his eyes as he savored the thought of what lay in store for himself come four o’clock. He could already vision her pleading green eyes looked up at him as he throated her while she was being caned. That was his four o’clock routine.
The ritual was fully acceptable for her ladyship in more ways than one. First it served to have him satisfy his sexual appetite at another’s expense. Second it satisfied her own sadistic lust and third his lordship couldn’t object to her being serviced during the event. It had become a lovely family tradition.
Charlotte’s hand made its way to His Lordship’s crotch. She brushed aside his own as she felt for his cock. The search was short-lived as His Lordship was rock-hard; harder than he had been while inside her just minutes before. Why kid themselves. Certainly Harold would rather be throating a young servant girl as she was being caned than getting with it mechanically yet one more time with his old lady – Her Ladyship. Just as clearly Charlotte would prefer watching the servant girl’s torment as she was being throated and caned and seeing Harold’s filthy cigar a-smoking as his ugly, hairy cock smoked.
Lady Charlotte’s hand gently wrapped itself about her husband’s super-thick cock. Now was the time to bring up the little problem she had been worrying over with regard to four o’clock.
“What is it dear?”
“Would you mind if Alfred paid me some . . . some attention this afternoon while you . . . you are . . . are.”
“How thoughtful for you to ask. Of course not, dear.”
She started to stroke his joint which was now throbbing. Never could she get over how thick it was. No wonder it painfully stretched her insides.
Oops; had she misjudged him?
“I have to save myself,” he explained as he moved her hand from his shaft to his hairy balls.
“Oh. Yes, of course.”
“I have no problem with you being serviced while I am but I don’t want this . . . this Alfred staring at me. I mean. Especially with his not be sadistic.”
“Harold you don’t give me the credit I deserve. It would be the suffering servant girl that his eyes would be focused on and not you.”
“I doubt that he will be able to see much with his head buried deep in my burrow.”
Harold began to inhale and exhale smoke as his testicles were squeezed and un-squeezed. It was nice to be back home; back home with such a compatible wife.
“It is such an honor to at last meet you, my Lord,” said the handsome young man with a broad smile as he stood before Harold seated in a high-back wing chair. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“And I as well, Alfred.”
“Thank you sir. If I do say so myself, I am a good driver. I so enjoy driving the Rolls.”
The two men stared at each other eye-to-eye until they both broke out into smiles.
“Do you wish for me to cane Sarja this afternoon, your Lord?” Apparently that was the Finnish girl’s name.
“No; Beatrice will handle that. I’d prefer that you learn my taste – my style – as an observer. But don’t let that keep you from attending to her ladyship’s needs.”
“I’ll see the Finnish wench now.”
Alfred clapped his hands twice.
Into the great room came the girl carrying a large rattan cane upon her open palms as if making an offering. The size of the cane served to emphasize her pettiness. With her head down and the Housekeeper Beatrice walking close behind her she made her way over to His Lordship and Her Ladyship sitting in their marron wing chairs with Alfred standing beside Charlotte.
“Welcome home, my lord,” said Beatrice as the girl stood there before him. “I hope you had a splendid time while in Africa. We all did so miss you.”
“Thank you, Housekeeper. And I the same.”
“The Scandinavian wench here goes by the name Sarja.”
“She has had the cane, I assume.”
“Of course, my lord.”
“Of course. The cane remains our primary tool in instilling and maintaining a proper attitude in our house servants.”
“And well it should.”
Harrold looked over the lass standing before him offering up the horrid cane with her face down in submission. She was wearing the standard maid’s cotton, black and white uniform with a white ruffled bonnet.
“How are her teeth, housekeeper?”
In an instant Beatrice lifted the girl’s head and squeezed her cheeks. “Open wide.” The girl stared at the housekeeper as she peeled back her upper lip to reveal pearly white uppers and then her lower lip. Then she spread her mouth as wide open as possible in a rough manner as the girl’s eyes darted around.
“Very well. She’ll do.”
Harold took the cane and handed it to the housekeeper. With that Harold stood, spread his legs and placed his hands on his hips. “Now for a proper introduction.”
Having already been explained the proper procedure the servant girl went down on her knees and began unbuttoning his lordship’s fly. With that done she inserted her petite hands to locate and bring forth the hairy monster.
Out sprung his lordship’s thick cock into the fresh room air. Both the girl’s eyes and mouth opened in amazement. Good lord. How could she ever hope to obey her instructions and have that horrid monster completely disappear into her mouth?
After absorbing that expected facial shock Harold turned to look at Charlotte and Alfred. The handsome young man’s face was also registering shock at seeing the size of His Lordship’s cock.
“What did I tell you,” said Charlotte with a look of self-pride. The housekeeper’s face also showed a measure of pride coupled with a slight sadistic smile.
“I think she has forgotten something, housekeeper.”
“HIS LORDSHIP’S BALLS, GIRL! You stupid Finns.”
Back inside his open fly flew one of the girl’s petite hands. Feeling their immense size she inserted her other hand. With two hands she brought forth his lordships balloon-sized ball along with some black pubic hair and some foul crotch odor.
As many times as the others had seen his lordship’s cock and balls they still held the sight in awe. Good Lord but was his lordship hung. And well did he know it. For that reason he never hesitated in having his family jewels put on display. After all, was he not lord of his own domain?
Sarja watched from her kneeling position as his lordship began to strut his stuff. He walked proudly around the poor sacrificial lamb smiling as Beatrice the housekeeper began to swish the horrid cane. The girl didn’t know which was the worse, that thick, hairy, upright cock or the rattan cane swishing the room air. Truthfully, there was no need for comparison as she would be receiving both at the same time under the lustful gaze of others. When the kneeling girl turned her head away he grabbed her by her blondish hair and turned her face to his pride and joy. “What do you think of it? What’s her name again?”
“Sarja. Do you like it?”
Pitifully the kneeling girl nodded her approval.
“Answer His Lordship, girl,” ordered Beatrice.
“It is a good one sir. Yes, a good one.”
“So you like it, do you?”
“Yes sir; I likes it, sir. It is a good one, sir.”
Harold released the girl’s hair. He looked to the housekeeper to see her busy sliding her thumb and index finger over the surface of the coarse cane. God did she love her job. And to think that in just moments now she would be smashing the cane into that servant girl’s ass.
Harold returned to his oversized maroon wing chair but this time he sat on one of its arms with his legs spread wide and his hands upon the arm. His cock was pointed up at the ceiling in readiness for sweet Sarja’s attention and care.
“Get a move on, girl,” instructed Beatrice as she tapped the cane in her palm. “Position the footstool.”
The young maid dutifully stood before Beatrice. When the housekeeper held out her hand the girl slid off her white knickers and hung them over the extended cane. When Beatrice nodded to the footstool he retrieved it and placed it in front of His Lordship.
Down she went on her knees again but this time upon the footstool with her face right in front of that horrid, waiting cock. She placed her hands atop the chair arm with her arms wrapped about those of Harold. Again she smelled the foul odor arising from his lordships privates. Even their airing out had not killed the obnoxious odor.
With the girl’s head bowed Harold’s cock was against her head with his hairy balls on her forehead. He nodded to Beatrice who lifted Sarya’s full length skirt up over her back which exposed her pale white Scandinavian ass. He watched as Beatrice stood back up now almost choking the cane in relishing the moment. The servant girl and housekeeper was now ready.
Harold looked over at Charlotte sitting there in the other wing chair with handsome Albert sitting on her chair arm. Seeing the pleading look in his wife’s eyes he nodded his consent. Down went handsome as Charlotte lifted her skirt in welcoming him.
“Begin,” ordered Harold.
The girl raised her head. Her nose made contact with the underbody of the horrid cock. Her tongue followed as it slid upward as her nose took in the rancid odor.
The young lass had difficulty in getting her mouth over the knob of his lordship’s cock for it kept swaying front side to side. Finally in desperation she lifted herself until her head and mouth were above the monster. Now she was able to get her lips over the knob. Harold almost sighed in relief.
“All in,” came the command from the housekeeper as she tapped the cane on that lily-white ass that was elevated by her being kneeled upon the footstool. Slowly the girl lowered herself to feel the entire cock-nob now held within her stretched mouth.
Harold looked down to see that the girl’s eyes were closed. “Damn you girl. I want those eyes open and looked at me. Housekeeper, didn’t you explain?”
“I did indeed, sir,” she replied as she unleashed a savage cut of the cane to the middle of the waiting white ass.
The jolt from the shock sent the girl’s head down and with that a couple of inches of his lordship’s cock’s shaft entered and was thrust to the back of her mouth. The sound of the rattan hitting the fresh flesh was a delight to all those in attendance, save but one.
As the servant girl looked into the eyes of her master she tried to cope with her lips being spread to their fullest by her master’s thick cock and the feel of its knob pressed against the back of her mouth. As she absorbed that feeling and that of the thick shaft occupying her mouth, she further began to absorb the fiery pain beginning to burn in her upraised ass.
Beatrice looked at the servant girl’s ass giving birth to a tramline welt. How much nicer it was to see the formation on a pale white ass as opposed to one of darker skin. How she loved the contrast and how the pink tramline would begin to darken into red while knowing that its transformation was manifested in the girl’s brain as a developing line of fire.
“Well,” asked Harrold. “Why have you stopped? I’m not even half way in, girl.”
“Get with it, Sarja,” commanded Beatrice as she delivered another vicious cut.
It seemed as if the girl didn’t understand. But when she heard the swoosh of the cane again followed by a sickening THWICK she quickly came to understand. They was no way to continue except for the massive cock to enter her throat. Feeling that her nose was just touching pubic hair she knew that there was ample shaft of his lordship’s cock still remaining outside in urgent need of entry.
With the intensity of the pain from the two vicious cuts now increasing she had no choice but to proceed. Fortunately it was just at that moment that his lordship made a thrust which caused the knob of his cock to enter her throat. In doing so her head was thrust further over and down. This caused her almost to break eye-to-eye contact, but not quite.
Harold looked into the girl’s green eyes and smiled. Now they were making headway with his head. He looked over to her ladyship to see that she too was clearly making headway as she was holding the handsome man’s head beneath her skirt with both of her hands.
Harold grabbed Sarja’s head with both hands he nodded to Beatrice. Just as he yanked the girl’s head towards him and thrust Beatrice smashed her ass for the third time. With that the girl’s head was rammed fully home her nose twisted against his belly and his entire cock now burrowed inside her mouth and throat and his balloon-size hairy balls pressed against her cheeks. At last all was in readiness.
“CANE THE BITCH!” Beatrice was now given her full freedom. She took the cane far back over her shoulder and with a twist of her torso unleashed a crippling cut that brought a muffled cry to come from His Lordship’s crotch as he sat there on the wing chair arm with his hands gripping the poor girl’s head.
No longer could eye-to-eye contact be kept for Sarja’s face had disappeared when Harrold had begun to jab her head against his crotch. Only the top of her head and her hair could be seen but that didn’t keep Harold from continuing to thrust and move her head all about down there in his crotch as Beatrice wielded the cane. His pot-belly further hindered his view.
Now sounds of gasping and gurgling came from his crotch. Harold was nodded continuously for the housekeeper to cane and to cane and to cane. Each cut brought a muffled cry which was mixed with the sounds of gasping and gurgling. To an observer it would appear that Harold was an orchestra conductor and that Beatrice was his percussionist.
When Harold’s pelvis started to fibulate housekeep got the message. His grace was about to come. “FASTER FASTER,” he shouted loud enough even for other within the manor even to hear.
Harold’s cries of YES YES YES were met with those of Charlotte. They had done it again. Praise the Lord.
Itis always so nice to have a husband and wife climax together. There can be no better expression of true marital bliss.
The master was back home.
Sarja emerged from Lord Mudford’s crotch who watched as his spent cock slithered its way out of her mouth and throat accompanied by her gagging. Seeing her face covered in his lordship’s goo he shoved her away before some of it got on his trousers. “That’s disgusting. Was she not told that my seed was to be swallowed?”
“I’m so sorry,” said the housekeeper. That was so rude of her. Quick, get the towel there, girl.
When Beatrice saw her start to wipe her face she almost fainted. “Not for you, you idiot; for his lordship.” So with gooey cum covering her face, some of her hair and even one eye, she started to towel off Harold’s cock and balls.
“You will pay for this outrage, Sarja.”
The servant girl managed to whisper a sorry sir as tears now streamed out of her eyes and her gagging faded.
Once Harold’s cock and balls were clean the girl held the towel up near her own face. “May I, sir?”
“You most certainly may not. You must now pay for your insolence and disrespect. Six of the best, housekeeper.”
Stand up girl.”
The girl stood still holding the towel with her face still covered in royal cum. “Grab hold of your ankles.” When she did the housekeeper lifted her skirt once again bringing her welted ass back into view. “Keep your eyes on his lordship and say you are sorry after each stroke.”
With Harold now seated on the chair seat cushion with his cleansed cock and balls still on display, he relit his cigar. Bent over as she was, the girl’s face was level with his own. He looked at her, eye to eye. Never mind that one eye still had residual cum covering it and its eyelashes. Harold nodded to Beatrice. Swish – Thwick! The pitiful girl grimaced.
“I sorry, sir.”
Harold’s response was to blow cigar smoke into her face. He nodded again to the housekeeper who quickly delivered a horrific backhand.
Apparently there had been a tad bit of cum still left somewhere inside her throat as she coughed until it came slithering out of the side of her mouth.
“I sorry, sir.”
Harold leaned forward and blew more cigar smoke into the pitiful girl’s face.
“Let this be a lesion to you. Always swallow. That way you avoid having cum in your eyes.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”
SWISH – THWICK. Three more followed as Harold’s cock hardened and came to its full upright and locked position.
“Now clean yourself and get out of my sight.”
Beatrice watched as the girl’s welted ass disappeared when she stood and her skirt fell back down. She handed her knickers and pointed sternly at the doorway.
Harold stood feeling relieved that the cum-coated Sarja was now gone. At the same time however he was aroused, what with his cock and balls still out of his trousers. He looked to see Alfred standing beside Charlotte seated in her wing chair. His pants crotch was bulging as he and Charlotte exchanged loving glances. Harold made his way over with his upright cock swaying from side to side.
“Did you enjoy your meal, Alfred?”
“Her Ladyship’s pussy, my good man.”
“Oh that. Yes sir. I considered it a high honor, sir.”
“Yet I feel that you are being rude.”
“I have my privates on display. Good manners would dictate that you do the same.”
“Oh yes sir. Sorry sir,” he said as he struggled to get his own cock and balls out of his black chauffer’s pants.
Harold studied them and snickered. “Not up to my standard, I see.”
“Oh no so. Not at all, sir.”
“Don’t fret; few are, right Charlotte, dear?”
“Tell us how we compare dear.”
The housekeeper smiled. God she loved this job. This man could even put Lady Charlotte on the spot.
“I’d say that the lengths of both of yours are about the same. But the girth. I’d say you may be double his size in that department, dear.”
“And our balls. Don’t forget the balls.”
“None can measure up to yours dear. But . .”
“In the age department I’d have to say.”
“Don’t. How do our loads compare? Which delivers the more?”
“Now Harold, how would I know such a thing?”
“Then let’s find out. And remember, I have already discharged once. Are you game, Alfred?”
“Under the circumstances I shouldn’t think it would be a fair game.”
“I’ll run the risk. But to even things up I’ll cane you to cum. That should serve to help replenish me.”
On the last Saturday of the month the senior cheerleader squad headed to Tonya’s house for their regular sleepovers, and Brittany couldn’t wait. Of all the parents houses it was a preferred destination for all of them.Tonya’s basement resembled a nightclub complete with shag carpet, video games, pool table, recessed lights and of course a bar. Tonya’s dad had disabled the beer taps and locked up the liquor, but the soda dispenser still worked and the girls were invited to help themselves.
After a fight, Max loved to fuck. He was that kind of guy. Fighting and fucking was pretty much the same thing to him. It was all about power. He wasn't what you would call handsome. Not in a conventional way, but if you went for muscular animalistic brute force, then you might consider him a real find. The girls generally went for him...that is until they saw his dick. That was another thing about Max, his dick. It was freakish. Even a cock hungry bitch wanted out when she got a look at that cunt buster. Max didn't get to fuck nearly as much as he wanted to because his dick was too damned big. So after a boxing match, when he was all sweaty and bruised and sometimes bleeding, he liked to arrange a little something special for himself. A little reward for doing his best you might say. Boxing arenas are depressing places anyway. The lighting always reminds you of a prison or something. The air is dank like a basement, and the smell of sweat and bodies in close proximity never leaves. It's a lonely place too after a match when the crowd has gone home, leaving the floor littered with garbage for the janitors to clean up. This was the sight that greeted twenty-eight year old Steve Loccia and his ten-year-old daughter Amy. "It's creepy..." Amy said, looking around at the empty arena, wrinkling her cute little nose at the smell. "Yeah, sure is." Steve felt his dick twitch in his pants. This was the night. The big night of his life. The night he had been waiting forever since that bitch of his ex-wife took Amy and deserted him. " The dressing rooms I this way I think." Steve had a hand on Amy's slender little shoulder and steered her up a ramp. When they entered the dressing room, heads turned. Max was seated on a table, a towel over his lap, his hands still bandaged from the fight. He looked a little out of it cause he had taken quite a beating. Max's manager turned toward the door, and a big smile covered his ugly round face. "Well, well, well, the cunt is here! Party time." "Huh?" Max said, trying to focus on the door. "Fuck, she sure is. Hi there. Ugh, you must be Steve and Amy." Steve blushed. Amy looked scared. "I'm Steve Loccia and this is my ten year old daughter Amy. Just like I promised." "She's even prettier than her picture." Harvey the manager said, not evening trying to hide the growing lump in his stained baggy trousers. "You sure you want this?" He asked Steve, one eyebrow arched. "Jesus... Harvey you ass-wipe, you wanna talk him out of it or what?" Max said. "Sure he wants it. He knows what's best for the little cunt." Max wiped one forearm across his sweat slick face. "Bring the little twat closer, let me get a look at her." "There was, ah... a matter of money?" Steve asked. He was sweating too, but from the fear of having to deal with these kinds of men. He was way out of his league. "Do you buy a car without taking it for a test drive?" Max asked? "Daddy what's going on?" Amy asked, holding her father's hand more tightly. "Ok, rules. No talking, Bitch, without permission. I hate a cunt with a gabby mouth. Bitch mouth is for one thing and one thing only, dick." Steve patted Amy on the shoulder. "Shhh, honey, it's going to be all right. She's never done anything like... well... anything at all before." Harvey smiled. "That's what we're paying for." "Come closer Twat, let me get a look at you..." Max said. "She looks good enough to eat. Pay the man, Harvey." Harvey handed Steve a gym bag full of money. "Now don't spend it all in one place. That's quite a bundle there." "You'll take good care of her?" "We'll fuck her brains out. Anything else you gotta know?" Max smiled, showing some pretty damaged teeth. Steve looked a bit guilty, but the money felt good in his arms. "ugh, okay. Should I go?" "Daddy..." Amy said, holding on to her father's arm. "No, stick around a little until we get things going, just so we know she'll behave. I'm a boxer, not a parent you know." Max leaned in toward Amy. "Now little bitch, hows about taking off your clothes and showing us your pretty pink little body." "Daddy, do I gotta?" "Amy, I told you, you have to do whatever the nice man tells you to do." "Nice man, yeah," Harvey laughed, rubbing his dick lump harder. "Why do I gotta take off my clothes..." "LOOK FUCKHOLE, THAT'S ENOUGH STUPID QUESTIONS. NOW STRIP OUTTA YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO SLAP YOU AROUND SOME..." Max could be very threatening when he grew impatient. Amy began to strip. Now Steve was a pretty normal guy. He had never been into little kids. I mean, teenagers sure... he liked some high school honey with big tits...in fact that's what had ruined his marriage. His wife had found him fucking the guts out of a fourteen- year-old freshman cheerleader. But not little kids. But then again, when he saw Amy strip for the two brutes, his dick did get hard. He'd seen Amy without clothes plenty of times and it never dawned on him that she was cunt. She was his kid after all, and we see our own kids differently. But suddenly standing there with the bag full of money and a new future before him, Steve saw his daughter as cunt. As fresh young twat. It was remarkable. Amy had stripped down to her pretty pink panties. Her chest was still pretty flat with soft putty like nipples, cute as all get out. Her body was thin and pale. Her legs really slender and her little ass in the panties all round and inviting. "Oh Man, I can't wait to fuck that ass," Max said. "Take off the panties Hole, and let's see some baby gash." "I don't wanna be naked," Amy said, tears in her pretty eyes. Max had to laugh. "Aw, come on Cuntface, don't be a little baby. I'm naked too under my towel here. And I got something real special to show you. So take off the pretty pink panties and show me your hairless little ditch." To a lug like Max, the female race was only made for one thing. The pleasure of his dick. Sorry, but that's how he saw it. He was damned if he could think of another purpose for them. I guess he was old fashioned that way. Amy looked to her father, who nodded for her to comply. Suddenly he wanted to see his daughter's little cunt as well. He wanted her to have to show it to other guys. That was hot. Amy sniffled back some tears and lowered her panties. She stepped out of them and then stood up, her hands in front of her hairless little twat-mound. "Ah, ah, ah, little cocksucker to be... put your hands at your side like a good little fuckhole and show us the goodies." Amy stood stiffly, her bare toes curling on the cold cement floor. She moved her hands to her side and Max and Harvey leaned in closer to get a good look at her perfect little ten-year-old pussy lips. Even her father moved around to get a better look. "Oh my, what a pretty little cunt you have. Like a little flower. That's a real beauty Dick-drain." Amy scowled, "My name is Amy, not those nasty things you call me." "Your name is whatever the fuck I want it to be. And pretty soon your name will be "Stretched Holes" Amy and if you don't watch your smart mouth, your name will be Dead Amy. Got that?" Steve closed his eyes. "Oh Jesus," he moaned as his hard dick almost shot off in his pants. Max leaned down a bit. "Okay, Little Miss Amy... Twat- face, Cunt-hole, Slop-slut, piece of Shit, come a little closer so we can get a good look at your pre- teen pussy." Amy was so scared, she obeyed, moving in closer to the drooling men. "Spread your pussy lips for us a little, show us some pink." "Christ, look how small it is boss." Harvey leaned down so he was inches from Amy's pussy. The little girl put her fingers to her cunt lips and pulled them apart. It felt really strange. "Come on, Bitch, you can do better than that. Do it like you do in your bedroom at night when you're thinking about the boys at your school. I know how you dick hungry ten year olds are, twats leaking all over the seats of the school desks all day. Pull them apart further!" The tone of his request left no room for argument. Amy tugged at her delicate cuntlips, they parted and showed a bright pink interior. She felt funny all over, a strange sensation, kind of tingly. "Look how they slut loves showing her stuff. They're all the same. They act so shy and innocent, but inside they are cock crazy sluts. You can't believe a cunt, Mr. Loccia, or can I call you Steve? Take my word for it, if you hadn't sold the bitch to us, before the year was out, this little whore would be hanging around the high school locker rooms, flashing those older jock boys her pussy. The reason she'd be hanging around the high school, Steve, is because every goddamned boy in the sixth, seventh and eighth grade would already have fucked her. Bitches like her will fuck five or six boys a day at school and still want more. Can't get enough Cock. Well, Little Miss Amy, today you will get enough cock. Today is your lucky day. You are going to get more cock in your holes than most girls can stand!" With that Max threw off the towel to reveal his amazing thirteen-inch long baseball bat thick prick. It was fucking awesome. "Holy Jesus, " Steve stuttered. "She'll... she'll never be able to take that." Harvey smiled. "Yeah we know, that's why we paid you so much. Which hole you gonna bust open first, Boss?" "Well, let's start with a little gentle mouth action. While she is learning to lick and suck dick and balls, you can be fingering her asshole and pussy to loosen it up for my fuckmeat." "Daddy..." Amy sobbed. "Be a good girl Amy, and obey the nice man." Steve commanded, rubbing his hard dick. Max smiled. "You're going to get fucked Amy. Fucked in the mouth and cunt and ass. Fucked by me and Harvey and even your Daddy if he wants in. My treat, he can still keep the money. I love to see a guy fucking his own daughter, it warms my heart. You are going to become real good friends with men's dicks Honey. Men's big fat fuck hoses are going to become your playmates. You are going to be taking dick morning noon and night. "A lot of fight promoters will give me good matches if I provide some pre-teen slut pussy for them. That is of course, if you even survive my massive hung of fuckmeat. Older girls than you have not made it, I gotta warn you. See I fuck like I fight. I give it all I got. Oh baby, you are going to be so opened up...so fucking stretched in every way imaginable. And if you survive my dick, you get my fist, so you see, the fun just keeps coming. So let's get the party going should we?" "Yeah..." Steve whispered and shot off in his pants. T
I'm not sure how this started but the incident sticks in my mind because of the gecko--you know, that little lizard in Asian countries... Well, there I was, knees on either side of her buttocks, hands spreading her ass to get a better look at my cock, which was completely embedded balls-deep and unmoving in Jui's anus. I was simply enjoying the contraction of her butt around my hard cock. Those spasms somehow managed to squeeze the entire length of my cock from its base (surrounded by the coral ring of her distended anus) to the tip of my throbbing penis buried in her intestines. I wasn't looking at anything in particular when I rolled my head back inhaling the sweet odor of the local weed that floated in swirly clouds through the dense air of the hut. We had just put the bong aside and paused in our ass-fucking to absorb the drug. Her tiny little buttocks pushed up and back, twisting slightly to bend my cock at the root, again gripping my shaft so tightly my eyes watered. God, just sitting on her ass as she fucked my cock so sweetly was better than all the lousy greedy crap I had been dipping my dick into. Forget the pro's I had been in--just give me a sweet farm girl like Jui to flip over in the morning, plow that furrow and do my level best to shoot some good old American come into whatever orifice happened to be closest. Jui was grunting pretty regularly now... about every third time she raised her butt to push my cock into her ass a low groan escaped her lips. And God Bless her pagan ass, each time she pushed back, I was treated to a cock-squeezing from her intestinal canal. Reaching up to grip her hair, I pulled it into a pair of reins, and dragged her head back and started to ride that sweet little ass, slowly pulling out a little and plunging back in pushing her anus inward as I stuck my cock in to the root. Now those grunts were a lot more frequent, matching my cock's descent into her body. I had half the length of my prick sunk in on the outstroke and all seven inches driven in at the pause. You see, I like to wait for a few seconds when my cock is completely buried in a nice tight little Vietnamese butt -- to savor the involuntary little embraces of love... I could feel the muscle ridges of her ass caress my cockhead as it passed back and forth. The heat of her butt was even greater than the stifling tropical air of the late afternoon. And the sweat, running down in streams off my chest lubed my cock each time I managed to forcibly pull out of her gripping ass. Jesus, for a second there I thought she might just rip my cock off at the root and leave it stuck up her rear! If it hadn't been for the slippery suntan oil stuffed up her asshole and rubbed on my cock, I might have never gotten out of her...a crazy image of trying to return to the states with a Vietnamese girl anally impaled on my stiff cock crossed my mind. "Anything to declare, sir?"... Now here is where I am kind of confused. Something happened, some noise or breath of air in the close confines of the hut but my eyes focused suddenly and with my head tossed back like that as I concentrated on enjoying the fuck I saw the damn thing. It was on the cross-member of the ceiling, moving slowly in the oven- like heat, each step deliberate. You must understand I didn't expect to see anything moving! I'm not afraid of 'em; it just took me by surprise. But I guess I do hate the silent slimy little fuckers. Geckos. You remember? Kind of like a lizard but without scales--skin as smooth as Hells Slide. Anyway, I was brought back to reality with a jolt and accidentally stuck my entire cock back in her ass in one quick motion. And, the sequence of events being inescapable, she gave a convulsive squeeze, bearing down on my cock, milking it for all she was worth. I had a lot of apologizing to do and promises to make before Jui would let me ass fuck her again. And all because of a damn lizard...
“Dang it!” I remark as once again I can’t seem to get my Java code to compile. I am feeling frustrated. For the same two hours I have been looking at the same piece of code. I put the computer down when I hear a thunderous noise in the distance.
I know that rumbling. It’s you on your Harley. I hear the distinctive roar of the engine as you pull up in the driveway and hit the kill switch. Riding always puts you in a great mood.
When you come in the door, I notice that you don’t stop to take off your jacket or chaps. When you come into the bedroom I see you dressed head to toe in leather. All 5’11” and 267 pounds of you. The ends of your wavy red hair stick through the helmet.
“Why hello there honey! How was the ride?” I ask, with the biggest grin on my face.
You lift the visor on your helmet.
“Exhilarating,” you say as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here, and rub my back,” you say.
“Are you going to take off your helmet?” I ask.
“No, not yet,” you reply.
I cuddle up behind right you and start rubbing your back through your pink leathers. I am snuggled so close to you. My front is touching your back, and I am straddling your legs. It’s the same position as when you take me on the back of your bike.
I can’t explain the feeling when I am next to you. It is not uncommon for me to feel anxious. But when I am around you, I feel loved, and safe. I am yours and that is all that matters. I love it when you are in total control.
What can I say, I am different, ie. nerd like. High school was hell. Persistent teasing, and bullying can cause one to develop a complex. I spent most of my time in the library reading everything I could get my hands on.
You had a different way of dealing with bullies, as you told me. When one of the other teenage girls would mock your weight, you would without hesitation remind them that size does have it’s advantages, and kick their skinny ass. You may have developed a reputation for being a bitch, but who cares! I love a woman who is in control. And, you made it clear, I belong to you!
I massage your back, making you moan in your helmet. You lean back. “You know what feels great?” you ask.
“1500ccs between your legs I bet!” I reply.
“Hmmm that does feel good! But I was thinking of something else.” You respond. You take my hand with your leather gloved hand.
“I have something else in mind,” you respond. My hand is moved into your black leather chaps. I notice that you are wet. I am surprised you didn’t cum on the bike.
“Ohh, I see your ride has put you in a mood,” I remark.
“In the mood, but it hasn’t completed the job,” you answer.
“I think I know what you want!” I respond devilishly.
I get off the bed, and proceed to kneel down in front of you. I see a smile coming from your helmet, as your legs close around my body.
I love this feeling. There is no escape from your luxuriously leather clad thighs.
You unbutton your chaps. I can’t help but notice the lack of panties.
I don’t know what is more intoxicating. I stare up at your double EE breasts, and I smell the wonderful bouquet of your juices, the leather and the smell of the bike. You stare down.
I start to lick around your labia. You taste so good. I start probing with my tongue, and savor every moment of it.
You reward me by stroking my back with your leather gloves.
I keep enjoying you. Some people believe Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth. It doesn’t compare to your voluptuous body. With my hands I pull off your boots and socks. While my mouth is gently sucking on your womanhood, my hands are rubbing the arches of your feet.
Your ride has certainly put you in the right mood. Not before long, you cross your legs behind my back. I couldn’t get out if I wanted to. But really, I don’t want to get out. You possess me, and I love every moment of it. I slowly, and steadily lick from your vaginal opening to your clitoris. Your body can’t take much more of this, and I hear you groan from your helmet.
“Give it to me!” I remark.
Just then you have a powerful orgasm. I get a faceful of your delicious cream on my face.
The excitement of both riding your bike, and your nerd has taken its toll. You lean back on the bed, flushed.
I wipe off my face, and then lie down beside you. You reach over and notice that I am extremely aroused.
“What are we going to do about that,” you ask. Your leather clad hand is touching my penis.
“Your hands feel so good there,” I moan.
You cup my penis with your hand and start stroking. You then lean over me. The image of the hottest woman I know in leather, and the stroking send me over the top. I am cumming.
“Oh god yes!” I remark.
You take off your helmet and leathers, and toss them off the side of the bed.
After all of that, we are both tired. We lay on the bed together, and fall asleep spooning. I feel your breast and tummy on my back. I am in my second favorite position, held in your embrace.
If you like advertise here your porn page, please do not spam, click here, and advertise! Or click here! Thank you. Our company sent us to New York on business and we were both booked into the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Julie, my co-worker and I were going to give a presentation the next afternoon, then catch a red-eye flight back to the coast. (MF, voy, work-affair) *** We checked in, finding our adjoining rooms on the 23rd floor of a large luxury hotel. We'd both been surprised when we were booked into this hotel, expecting more modest quarters. The rooms weren't lavish, quite the contrary, they were simple, efficient hotel rooms. In a word, dull. But the interconnecting door gave me some thoughts, and I hoped Julie was thinking the same thoughts. We settled into our rooms and I'd just washed up a bit when there was a light knock on the door between our rooms. I opened it and Julie standing there. She suggested that we have an early dinner somewhere nearby and perhaps a drink, as this would be our only night in the big apple. We dined at a small Italian place, with high prices and equally good food. Afterwards, we visited a small night spot and danced a bit, then decided to return to the hotel. It was still early, only about 8 o'clock when we walked down the hall towards our rooms. Julie had overdone her drinking a bit and I was helping her down the hall. She wasn't sloppy drunk, but she was just a little tipsy, laughing and giggling as we entered her room. She used the bathroom, while I entered my room through the connecting door and called the front desk to check for any messages (just in case the boss checked up on us). Having no messages, I kicked off my shoes to get comfortable, and returned to Julie's room. She was looking out the window and as I came into the room, she waved me over excitedly. "Take a look over there!" I followed her gazer and saw another hotel across the street. The window she'd indicated clearly showed another couple, on their bed, in the midst of some pretty steamy action. We couldn't see a lot of detail from our angle, other than they were both quite naked, and he was on top of her, and her legs were around his hips. They had a nice rhythm going as we watched them. "Hmmm, looks like they're having fun," I said. I could feel my prick swelling, being so near Julie and watching her intent interest in the other couple across the way. Julie is attractive, single, around 25, about five, five, chestnut hair, pale blue eyes and a really nice figure of 34C-20-33, a girl who likes to work out. We'd been working as a team for about seven months, flirting a little and getting to know each other. We made a good team. She'd had a boyfriend until about three months ago and we'd gone out to dinner only once in those three months. She knew my interest in her wasn't completely business. I turned down the lights in the room and we sat by the window, watching. Julie lit a cigarette and offered me the pack. I lit one too and we watched the show. The other couple were about a floor below us and we had a pretty good view of their activities. About halfway through our cigarettes, the woman turned over and knelt, letting her man take her doggy-style. I heard Julie's breath intake, and then she ooohed as the girl positioned herself to take her lover from behind. She had very large breasts, D cups for sure, and 36 or 38 inches and they flopped back and forth as her man slammed her from behind. I looked over at Julie and she looked at me. Now was the moment if there ever was one. "Looks like fun, doesn't it?" I said in a low, breathy voice. Julie motioned me to stay seated, then when I was about to apologize, she indicated for me to be silent, using the age-old finger to the lips signal. My heart skipped a few beats when Julie began to slowly unbutton her blouse, her eyes were fixed on the couple across the way. I watched Julie's fingers slowly unfasten each small button, exposing more of her body with each movement. I glanced over at the other couple, seeing that the girl was now flat on the bed, her big tits visible squished at her sides, while her man was still pounding her from behind. Julie's hand stopped at her waist and she slid the blouse aside, running her fingers over her bra. Almost without effort, the front hook parted and her breasts came free. They were full, soft, and, I knew, warm. She slowly slipped out of her blouse and bra, still watching the other couple. She sat there, topless across from me, cupping her firm tits and rolling her nipples in her fingers, giving me a hell of a hard-on. "Oh yes!" Julie breathed quietly, still staring out the window. I looked and the man had withdrawn, and was now spreading the girl's ass, working his cock into her nether hole. This was obvious from their positioning as well as her reaction. Julie's hand slid down and unzipped her skirt and she slid out of it as well, sitting down in only her pantyhose and underwear. As the other couple began to work back into their rhythm, Julie began to slide her fingers under her panties, one hand still pinching a nipple. My cigarette had burned out in the ashtray and Julie's had done the same, falling onto the table unnoticed. The couple across the way were glistening with sweat now, and I could see a bare sheen forming on Julie's chest between her marvelous breasts. Her breathing was coming faster and shallower now, and she kept her eyes on the performers. Julie's musky scent filled the room and I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the discomfort of my aching dick that strained against my slacks. You could tell that the other couple were near to orgasm, frantically fucking at each other hard. Julie's hand seemed to vibrate over her clit and she was half aware of her surroundings as she too neared her nirvana. Sudden the motions in the other window stopped, you could see the man holding himself against the woman and straining, then after a bit the couple slowly collapsed onto the bed, signaling their orgasm. Julie seemed to be in a light trance, her head back slightly, lips parted, breathing heavily and her fingers were a blur over her clit. Suddenly, she arched forward and then slid down in the chair, obviously experiencing her own orgasm. She sat there panted quietly for a few minutes and I reached over, lighting a cigarette for her. She didn't blush, or herself. She accepted the cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke across the table. Then she looked over at me, just as I lit another smoke. "You didn't get off?" she asked. I shook my head. "No, but I enjoyed watching you," I said. "Highly erotic, and better than any fantasy I could have come up with." Now Julie blushed a little. I could see her tan lines, faint but discernable, showing off her tits. She wore small suits judging from her tan. I looked out the window for a long moment and was about to suggest that we adjourn to bed, together. But then a light went on in the hotel room directly across from us and standing in the room was a very lovely, quite naked blonde, with perhaps the most luscious body I'd seen in years. She was joined quickly by another girl, who wasn't quite naked, still wearing her garter belt and stockings. The girls embraced and kissed. "Hmmm, this looks intriguing," I said, indicating for Julie where to look. She looked, and I half expected her to make a comment about the lesbian scene we were watching, either positive or negative. Hearing none, I glanced at her and she was watching the show intently again. The girls were kissing and both running their hands over each other. We had quite a nice seat, although a bit far away for my taste. I wasted no time, I unzipped my slacks and undressed as the girls made their way to the bed. Julie glanced over my way several times, the table interrupting her view. I now sat in my chair, wearing nothing, stroking my very erect cock as I watched the two girls, everyone in a while glancing at Julie. She had propped her feet up on the air-conditioning unit and had begun stroking herself lightly again. We watched as one girl, lying on her back, let the other lick her pussy. They were enjoying each other fully, when a well built man entered the room, toweling himself off from a shower. He looked at the girls and watched too, his thick cock standing erect quickly. I had an idea then and hoped Julie was as horny as I was and would go along with me. I stood up and Julie looked directly at my boner. Without saying a word, I walked around and stood next to her, indicating that she should stand. She did and I knelt, removing her pantyhose and panties, letting my hands glide down her lovely, warm legs. Julie sighed as my face brushed against her thigh when she stepped out of the last of her clothes. I rose and turned her around and pointed to the windows. The first couple had covered up and weren't doing much but the other window was full of activity. The man was now kneeling over one girl who sucked his cock and the other girl was sucking the first one's nipples and watching what the man was doing. With the lights off in our room, our skin took on the bluish- gray cast of night mixed with city lights. I stepped behind Julie, pressing my rigid cock between the cheeks of her ass and I reached around, cupping her full breasts and bringing her closer to me. Julie sighed softly, and I nibbled her neck. "Watch them," I whispered. We moved closer to the glass, and Julie put her hands against the cool metal frames. I squeezed her breasts, feeling their weight, and then rolled both her nipples in my fingers. Julie pressed back against me, her breathing becoming deeper, more urgent. I reminded her to watch our friends in the other room. Both the other women were now sucking the man's cock, and the blonde was squeezing the tits of the other woman. I slid my cock up and down between Julie's cheeks, running my hands over her belly and thighs, touching her lean, beautiful body all over. Julie's hand roamed my thighs too, and her fingers raked the cheeks of my ass gently. I leaned back and slipped my hard, eight inch cock between her legs, sliding against her already wet labia. Julie moaned softly and leaned back against me. "Look at what they're doing now!" I whispered. The trio had changed around, and the blonde, with fairly large breasts, was giving the man a good tit- fuck. The brunette had her face deep between the blonde's legs. Julie was watching, but her hips were rocking back against me with such an erotic movement, that I knew I had to enter her soon, or risk coming on the glass! My hands moved to Julie's hips, and I steadied her as I moved the head of my cock to her entrance. "Wait!" Julie breathed. I couldn't believe this! We were both hot as hell and she wanted to wait! The head of my cock was just at her entrance, her steamy heat warming the head, floating around my balls, driving me crazy. I looked over at the trio and the man was now feeding the blonde his huge cock, about half of it in her mouth. Julie thrust back at me, taking me fully within her drenched pussy all at once. She caught me off guard and we both moaned as buttocks met loins. I pulled her even tighter to me, my hands sliding down to stroke and tease her swollen clit. "Oh baby! Yes! I'm going to cum!" Julie panted as we slowly began to pump our bodies together. My fingers on her clit were going to make her cum for sure so I slowed down, teasing, keeping her excited for a little longer. "Oh, look, look!" Julie cried, and I looked at the trio. The man had moved and was now jerking off by both girls who were kissing each other fiercely. Julie began to move quickly, thrusting back hard to meet my equally hard forward surges. Our bodies were urgently trying to catch up and my hands found her tits, warm and bouncing. The man in the other room across the way was cumming and the girls were both sharing his cock and cum. Julie was madly fucking me now and I slammed into her hard and fast. We kept watching and as the girls kissed I felt the first squeeze on my cock of Julie's fast approaching orgasm. The brunette crawled up and sat on the blonde's face, rocking furiously over her mouth. Julie was moaning and tossing her head from side to side. "She's gonna cum too!" I panted to Julie. "Watch. She's cumming!" The brunette shuddered and arched her body, then fell onto her companion's chest. We were watching and fucking hard. Julie's cunt was gripping me tight, and then her body stiffened, my arms encircling her to hold her upright. "Fuck! Cum!!" Julie cried out. She was almost bouncing on my cock, her ass pressed hard against me. Her cunt gripping me pulling me over and over again as I thrust into her. Then I felt a familiar surge rising deep from within me. My cock was buried deep in her fiery cunt, as my cum rose like a gusher towards her wonderful depths. "Don't move!" I gasped. Julie tried to remain still and a second or two later, I came with a long, shuddering, thick gush of cum spurting into her hot cunt. Then another gush and another. My hip-jerks when on for a bit without me conscious effort as I shuddered and each spurt sent my sperm flooding into her sopped cunt. Over and over I thrust until I felt as though all my strength had just flowed out my body. We collapsed into Julie's chair, with her sitting on my lap, my cock still buried deep inside her. I held Julie, nuzzling the back of her neck, lightly hugging her nakedness to me. Finally our breathing slowed, and we were able to talk again. "That was fantastic," I said softly, kissing her back. "Hmmm, yes, thank you. I loved it too," she replied dreamily. We looked over and watched the trio continue their fucking and my cock stirred again, still inside Julie. The blonde was sucking the guy and the other gal was fucking her from behind with what looked like a strap- on dildo. We cheered them on, getting a little bit lewd with our suggestions. The blonde came hard and then the three of them relaxed, giving Julie and I a break. Julie needed to visit the powder room so she stood up, kissing me softly on the lips before she walked off. When she returned, she indicated the open door between the rooms. "Your place or mine?" she said, standing by the door. We both laughed. "Yours," I said, pulling her onto the bed. We kissed and began again, this time, wondering if someone was watching us, and perhaps they'd get the same idea we had.