A Room with a View

A Room with a View
By: pandsal (pandsal@hotmail.com)

More than a year on from his wife's premature death, Julian found himself increasingly thinking about sex. Adventurous though they had once been, during the later stages of their marriage, and especially during the last months of Joyce's illness, sexual activity had dwindled virtually to nothing. Julian had learned to go without, to put the idea out of his mind. But now, given his freedom, the old urges were resurfacing ever more frequently.

In theory, there should have been no shortage of opportunity. Julian was fifty-one. He had a successful business as a consultant drainage engineer; he was contracted to advise on a number of major projects in the public and private sectors. Money was not a problem. The funds Joyce had inherited from her father had passed to Julian; once probate was complete, he had sold their house in a village thirty miles from the city and moved himself back into the centre. He took a penthouse apartment close to the business area but with views over the river and beyond. One large room was converted into an office with a smaller annexe for his secretary. With his files and computers installed he was able, when not out on site or in meetings, to work from home.

Socially, Julian's life wasn't extensive - the dinner party circuit had only ever had limited appeal - and he was now confronted with the difficulty of finding an outlet for his sex drive. His brother, Edward, a corporate lawyer in Toronto, had telephoned one day to see how he was coping with being a widower. "Never the same woman two nights running, eh Jules?" he'd leered down the line. "We should all be so lucky."

If only it were that easy, thought Julian. His youngish secretary came in on three mornings a week and a middle-aged cleaning lady on the other two, but he had quickly told himself they should both remain off limits. He'd tried dating agencies but gave up after one excruciatingly boring dinner with a blonde whose years of bleaching should have been buried among the ruins of the singularly uninteresting past which she recounted at length.

The Yellow Pages offered surprisingly long lists of escort agencies but he could envision little satisfaction with someone who was into sex for money rather than pleasure. If not love, at least there should be lust. He surfed the internet but the demand for mature single men wasn't huge, and what was available didn't entice him. When the net opened his eyes to Swingers Clubs he actually ventured out to one only to find himself in competition with too many single men almost all of whom were twenty or more years his junior. Group masturbation in semi-darkness while watching three couples writhing on a mattress drove him away.

Naturally, none of this was mentioned during his lunch with Audrey. The last person Julian would want to learn about his physical yearnings was someone who linked back to the hermetic circle he had left behind. It was his own fault that he was lumbered with Audrey. In circulating his change of address he had sent a block e-mail, forgetting that it would reach, among others, his erstwhile acquaintances in the village. That had been compounded by his immersion in a business file when Audrey telephoned. She was coming to town the next day ... would be lovely to see him again ... was he free, by any chance? Unable to improvise an instant excuse, Julian had offered lunch, and now here they were on opposite sides of the table at I Fratelli, a restaurant more expensive than the occasion warranted. Audrey was loving it.

Audrey Jones and her husband Bob were at the centre of many activities in the village (the inhabitants continued to refer to it as The Village even though it was rapidly becoming a small town). Bob, an accountant, devoted his spare time to designing and building scenery for the local amateur dramatic society. On Sundays he contributed a loud, unmusical baritone to the church choir. Audrey, a career housewife with no children to distract her, helped in the Charity Shop, went to aerobics classes and held coffee mornings. In an attempt to divert her from bringing him up to date with village changes since his departure, Julian made the mistake of allowing her to turn the conversation to his new circumstances.

"We saw from your e-mail that you've taken a penthouse near the river. Is it as gorgeous as it sounds?"

Julian conceded that it had its virtues, not least the views. Another mistake.

"It sounds marvellous." Audrey consulted her watch. "Look, I don't have anything to hurry back for - would it be awfully rude of me to ask if I could have a look round? is it far?"

Yet again Julian found himself unable to concoct a spur-of-the-moment excuse. "Of course not," he said. "Let's finish our wine and I'll take you - it's only ten minutes, if you don't mind walking."

Audrey didn't mind at all. On the way, she took his arm and said, "This is awfully kind of you, Julian." After they had walked a little further in silence, she remarked, "I suppose it's a bit forward of me asking a single man to take me to his home, but we're grown-ups, aren't we?"

When Julian looked down at her there was no sign of coquetry, merely a statement that meant what it said, no more, no less. "Yes," said Julian, "I suppose we are. Whatever grown up means these days." He wondered how it might have been were they both twenty or thirty years younger. Probably Audrey would have been quite pretty then. In middle age, conservatively dressed, hair neatly fashioned, gold-rimmed spectacles, unobtrusive make-up, she was still - his mind searched for a word - well, presentable.

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"My word, you have done well. It's quite breathtaking, isn't it?" Audrey was standing at the penthouse window gazing at the panorama spread out below.

"It's awful to say so, but I've got used to it now. Some days I hardly notice it."

"And you've nobody to share it with?"

"Share it? No, not really." Was the question prompted by mere curiosity, he conjectured. Or could it be ... ? He chose not to explore the idea. Instead, he began to point out landmarks, churches, bridges, a new monstrous skyscraper. In doing so, Julian was standing slightly behind Audrey, pointing over her shoulder. That was when he became aware of her hand reaching round to touch his thigh. For a moment he didn't move and they fell silent. Audrey's head tilted back to rest lightly on his shoulder. Her hand inched sideways to his groin. His mind returned to the thought he had dismissed. Could it really be that this woman from his innocent past, a paragon of village rectitude as he had always thought, was trying to seduce him? It certainly seemed so. But did he mind? An involuntary erection straining at his zip gave him his answer.

Audrey sighed and half-turned to face him. "Julian, dear, before this goes any further, I think we should talk."

Mute, he allowed her to lead him to the sofa. They sat at opposite ends, facing each other, Audrey with her hands folded demurely in her lap. She took off her spectacles. "I only need these for long distances," she said. "You are close enough - and perhaps we can be closer. But first, if you will forgive me asking - when you say no-one shares your lovely view, does that mean you are still pining for Joyce?"

Julian paused before replying, trying to guess once again where he was being led. Eventually, he said simply, "No. Not any more."

"And there's no new woman in your life?"

"No."

"Then - in a way - we are ... how can I put it? Two of a kind."

"But Bob - "

She cut him short, reaching forward to put a hand on his knee. "Bob isn't a problem." She corrected herself. "No, that's not strictly true. Bob is a wonderful husband to me. I couldn't wish for a kinder, more considerate person to spend every day with. Except ..."

"Except?"

Audrey sighed. "To be honest with you, Julian, sex was never a major interest for Bob. It's not that we didn't try and for a while it was - well, I suppose you could say satisfactory. But never more. Never ... exciting."

"That could be true of many couples."

"You're probably right. But a while ago I made up my mind. Sex with Bob had just stopped. And I wasn't ready for that. My body was telling me something else."

He held up his hand before she could explain. "If you've decided to do something about it behind Bob's back, I don't think I could be what you need."

"Not at all. I couldn't do what you're suggesting. And, anyway, I would have been disappointed if you were prepared to do that. But we talked about it, Bob and I. It wasn't easy, because he would have much rather not discuss it. However, I made it absolutely clear how I feel about him and that nothing was going to change that. But I didn't want to feel that sex was over for the rest of my life."

Julian had to admire the calm way in which this outwardly ordinary woman looked him in the eye while revealing the secrets of her intimate life. He waited for her to continue.

"I won't bore you with the details, but this is what we agreed: I could be free to have a relationship to satisfy my desires. Of course, it had to be safe in every way, health not least. It had to be discreet - obviously not in the village. And Bob didn't want to know anything about it - in fact, wouldn't want to know whenever it happened." At last, seemingly relieved to have ended her explanation, she sat back and smiled.

"So how is it working? What number am I?"

For the first time, Audrey lost her composure. She paused before replying. Still holding his gaze, she spoke quietly. "Julian, my dear, I have no ambition to become the whore of Babylon. There are no numbers. Just you. And I can't tell you how long it took me to pluck up the courage to ring you."

He'd been boorish and he recognised how he had hurt her. "I'm sorry, Audrey. I didn't mean it that way. But - "

"It's all right. Why should you have known? The fact is, the more I thought of you, the more you seemed to represent my only hope. I don't know many single men. I wanted someone of my age who wouldn't despise me for what I am. You see, I remembered you as you were back with us - always kind and courteous. I liked you then and though I know this is different, I did wonder after ... if now you were alone, you might be in need much as I am."

Suddenly, he understood the transparent candour with which she spoke and her artlessness touched him. "To be truthful, Audrey, in this circumstance I just don't know."

"Would you like to try?"

"I think I might."

"Then," she said, smiling now, "it's time you took in another view in this hideaway of yours." As she continued to speak, Audrey began to unfasten her blouse, one careful button after another. "I hope you will feel this shouldn't be rushed. We don't know each other at all - not in this way. And it has to be good for both of us. Can you - go slowly?"

This time Julian returned her smile. "I have to find out. I suppose it depends to a certain extent on you, on how - can I use your word? - how exciting you will be. But I'll do my best."

She had undone the last button. Removing the blouse, she set it to one side. She wore a bra in a colour Julian would have called mauve. It followed the blouse, revealing breasts of medium size that he saw had needed little support. As though reading his mind, she cupped them in her hands and teased the dark nipples between finger and thumb. "I try to keep in shape. The aerobics help." Nodding towards him, she added. "I see you approve."

Following the direction of her look, he glanced down to realise that almost unconsciously he had opened his trousers and was stroking his penis.

"Good, Julian. Now tell me how you like the view." Audrey slowly pushed the hem of her skirt above her knees and along her thighs beyond the tops of her stockings. Parting her legs, she revealed knickers in the same mauve colour.

"I think it's the nicest view I've seen for a long, long time." His penis was hard in his hand.

Audrey rose to her feet, unfastened a clasp and stepped out of her skirt. Julian struggled to remind himself that little more than an hour earlier this woman had been making small talk over lunch without giving the slightest hint of what must have been in the forefront of her mind. Looking at her now, wearing only knickers and stockings, posing for him a little shyly but without affectation, he felt perhaps for the first time how very desirable she was.

"The thing about this view, of course," she said, "is that you don't just have to look. You're allowed to touch."

No further invitation was needed. He reached out, took her hands and drew her to him. Seated, his face was on a level with her waist. His tongue drew little circles on her skin. His hands went behind her, cupping her buttocks, revelling in the erotic sensation of rich silk against softly yielding flesh. The temptation to remove the last garment was easy to resist. He had promised to go slowly and every prolonged minute was unalloyed sensual reward.

Audrey seemed instinctively to understand. She said, "I like the way you touch me. Would it be good for you like this?" She arranged herself face down across his lap, her bottom slightly raised, her legs a little apart. Julian's hands continued their exploration, fondling the admirably tight orbs, pushing the knicker material into the crack between, letting his fingers delve further until they encountered the dampness in the crotch before returning to start the journey all over again. Subtly, he varied his approach; fresh pressure elicited from Audrey a sigh of pleasure; stretching the knickers until they were taut across firm flesh was greeted by a murmur of approval. When he ventured inside a knicker leg to trace a lingering line from her bottom to the lips that would be his ultimate delight, an involuntary tremor told him that her arousal continued.

Eventually, she lifted herself from her prone position to look Julian in the face. "I wish I could tell you how sexy this is," she said. "I just know it's going to be good. All of it. But I mustn't be selfish. It's about time I wasn't the only one undressed here."

Once her nimble fingers had removed Julian's shirt, trousers and boxer shorts, she nudged him back on to the sofa. "Time I gave you a little of the pleasure you've just given me," she said. She knelt in front of him and took his circumcised penis in a cool hand. The engorged head was subjected to lengthy appraisal. Slowly, she bent and kissed the tip. Her tongue emerged and lightly caressed the sensitive underside. For a moment Julian sensed that she was weighing a decision. Determined though he had been to keep Bob from his thoughts, he couldn't help wondering whether her experience with her husband had included fellatio. However, if there had been any uncertainty on her part now, it was swiftly dispelled. Audrey opened her mouth and engulfed his shaft. Within seconds she was sucking greedily.

The effect was wonderful but it wasn't long before he was aware of the danger. When he put his hand against her forehead and eased her away, she looked up in dismay. "I'm sorry," she gasped. "Wasn't that good?"

"My dear, it was superb fo me. But we were about to make too much progress too soon. I need to be in a proper state to please you for a while yet. But maybe I can return the compliment without the same kind of complication. Would you like that?"

"Very much. And, by the way, I suspect I don't have your problem. So if you think I'm nearing the edge, please don't stop."

It was time for the knickers to come off. Julian took his time, fondling Audrey's bottom yet again as he worked his way to the waist band. The expensive mauve material slid slowly down her thighs to the floor. He motioned for them to change places, but Audrey had other ideas. "Now we're getting to the serious part, it would be nice to be completely comfortable," she said. "Somewhere you must have a bed we could try?"

"Yes, of course. You'll have to forgive me - this is as much unknown territory for me as it is for you. And you're having such an effect on me I'm forgetting my manners. Come."

He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. The bed was large, the mattress firm but not too hard. When he turned back the covers crisp white sheets were revealed. "Pillows," said Audrey, now more at ease, more comfortable taking charge of a situation she had so long anticipated. "Do you have extra pillows?" When they were produced she arranged them in descending order, so that when she lay down one was under her head, two in the small of her back, three under her bottom. Drawing up her knees, she held them apart by gripping her ankles.

"Another glorious view," said Julian, bending to his task. He grasped her buttocks with both hands and surveyed the secret entrance surmounted by a pelmet of fine hair. The lips were puffy and already glistening without any contact from him. Experimentally, he allowed the fourth finger of his right hand to seek the tiny anal aperture, but Audrey gently denied him access. "Not yet," she said. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. But please don't be offended. Perhaps next time."

Next time? he thought. Was she already set on making this a recurring experience? Well, the future could wait. He slid two fingers into Audrey's vagina, having first moistened them in his mouth. There had been no need. Within the mysterious folds there was slick wetness in abundance. Audrey sought to prise herself more widely open, pushing forward with her pelvis as he began alternate withdrawal and penetration with his fingers. Next he added oral stimulation of a protuberant clitoris. He began slowly and tenderly, matching the tempo of his manual rhythm, then gradually increased the speed and force.

Everything was guesswork. Unwittingly, she had almost made him ejaculate in her mouth; too eager, he had been precipitate with his anal invitation. Now he was lapping at her most sensitive area with no previous experience to guide him, no knowledge of what might best achieve Audrey's objective. An answer soon came. Small twitches of her most intimate muscles and the sound of rapid breathing told their own story. That was reinforced when she released her ankles to grasp the back of Julian's head, pressing his mouth against her opening. He strove to be faster and firmer with his fingers. Her juices were seeping on to her inner thighs. When the climax arrived a huge uncontrolled convulsion spread from her groin throughout her body until she collapsed, crying out between gulps for breath, "Julian ... Julian, darling ... that was ... just ... wonderful." And when she had recovered some composure, "Thank you, my dear, thank you. I'm so pleased you didn't stop. I wouldn't have known how to bear it. But don't worry. Give me a minute or two. There's more - isn't there?"

There was. Soon Julian found himself kneeling beside Audrey's head, feeding his penis into her mouth while pinching her nipples between finger and thumb; he remembered she had stimulated herself in the same way when she first removed her bra. When the combination of tongue and lips threatened to become too exciting, he changed position, still kneading the nipples but using his other hand to work on her clitoris.

"When you were ... down there," she said, "did I taste good?"

For answer, he opened her vaginal folds, collected a generous sample of her juices on his fingers and then held them to her mouth. "Yes," she said when she had licked them clean, "Very good. But I don't think I can wait any longer. Can you do me now? Properly, I mean."

Her lack of any basic vocabulary - or, at least, if she knew the words, her reluctance to use them - served only to increase Julian's amazement at the contrast between this suburban housewife's conservative outward demeanour and the raging desires of her body. He found it oddly arousing. And if she was ready, which she undoubtedly was, so was he.

There remained the delicate matter of condoms: a commodity he didn't keep in stock. When he told her, she shook her head. "No. No need. I certainly don't need them any more - never liked them much, anyway. And I know all about the health question. But if you had answered differently when I asked you if there were any other women in your life we wouldn't have got this far. So no, we don't have to worry. And I think that's nice. Please go ahead just as we are - I want to feel the real you."

To begin, he asked her to kneel with the little pile of cushions supporting her stomach while lifting her bottom for his inspection. He would have liked to apply his tongue to the little pink hole but, remembering her earlier reticence, decided not to risk breaking the mood of rapidly rising carnality. He widened her knees slightly until her vulva could be seen, the labia still wet from her previous endeavours.

It would have been simple to plunge the full length of his penis inside, but instead he chose to tease her - and himself - by making the insertion by small degrees, pausing as he did so. Size had never been something to engage Julian's attention, but he supposed he was about average - whatever average was. By the time his offering was completely absorbed by Audrey's viscous interior, it was plainly enough because she told him so. "My dear, that is so, so good. Please hold it there for a moment." He did so, luxuriating in the sensation. After a while, though, he told her, "It's good for me, too. But would you like me to start moving now?"

Yes, she would. And so this curious copulation progressed: a middle-aged man and woman almost unwittingly finding their way towards a mutual pleasure that was emotional as well as physical; and all the while the most basic needs were requested and diligently delivered to the accompaniment of verbal exchanges that would not have been out of place at one of Audrey's coffee mornings.

The pace of his thrusting drew frequent approving comments. The sound of his groin slapping against the flesh of her bottom seemed particularly arousing for her. But again, Julian was aware of approaching crisis. He slowed, grasped her hips to hold himself in place for a few moments and then withdrew.

Uninvited, Audrey turned on to her back, scrabbling the pillows into place beneath her again. "Like this?" she asked. "Yes," he replied, "just like that. You're ready, aren't you?"

"I've been ready since we walked in the door. The waiting has been delicious, but I'm sure the best is still to come. Please take it as slowly as you can - though I'll understand if ... if it goes wrong."

Julian discovered that he fervently did not want it to go wrong. This woman who had been little more than a passing acquaintance had come to him with a deep inner need and had somehow found the courage to express it; in seeking to have it fulfilled she had offered herself with unstinting generosity for his pleasure, too.

Guiding himself into her, Julian summoned every ounce of concentration to prevent himself giving way to the urges generated by the contraction of her muscles around his rigid shaft. Once he thought he was sufficiently in control he began moving inside her, absorbing her reciprocal co-operation. Instinctively, she matched his tempo, making small sounds of pleasure as the pace and the forcefulness increased. They experimented with changes of position. Audrey rode on top, one hand grasping a nipple, the other titillating her clitoris; a strategic swivel of a dresing table mirror added visual excitement; she piled pillows under her stomach so he could ply her from behind; they switched to a scissors coupling, delighting in the opportunity that gave for them to take turns in stroking her protruding nub, now glistening with her juice.

From time to time Julian found himself murmuring, "Steady," while they both remained still until his composure returned. But with each resumption he was aware of the growing insistence from his testicles to deliver their load. They had returned to missionary position when Audrey, conscious of how great the effort was becoming for him, said, "It has to happen soon, my dear. Press against me while I move - it won't take long. And then as soon as I come, don't hold back any longer."

As she spoke, she began to wriggle, a series of subtle undulations to create the friction at the tip of her clitoris. Inexorable messages coursed throughout her nervous system until, in a great ecstatic convulsion, she clutched his buttocks, bucked and twisted, held him inside her until she knew his release, too, was unstoppable.

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The following week they agreed to skip lunch. Audrey came straight to the penthouse and within minutes they were naked on the bed. But it wasn't an unqualified success. The exchanges were feverish and sensual by turns and they both came. It was afterwards though that, lying side by side, they agreed there was already more to their relationship than sheer lust; they wanted to build on the unselfish intimacy of their first time. They decided to reinstate lunch at I Fratelli the following week. Audrey had explained that she could meet him every Thursday afternoon if he wished, which he unequivocally did. What excuse she made to Bob he didn't enquire. Did Bob guess what her regular absences meant? Did Bob want to guess? Julian preferred not know. He recognised that, this one aspect apart, Audrey was totally committed to her husband. And that was enough to know. No matter what anyone else might think, it seemed to work.

There was one small difference at the next lunch. Instead of facing each other across the table, Audrey insisted on sitting at Julian's side. The reason became apparent as soon as the waiter had taken their orders and departed. Taking his hand in hers, she slid it under the napkin on her lap where she contrived unobtrusively to raise the hem of her skirt until his fingers met cool flesh. When they had lingered briefly, she removed his hand and smoothed down her skirt. Between courses, she repeated the invitation but took evasive action when his exploration moved higher.

"What I like," she said, "is the service here. Nothing is rushed It's nice to enjoy one course and then pause before the next. That's the kind of service I like."

"Yes," said Julian, "I share your taste."

"Taste," she said. "I remember." Her smile was part recollection, part promise. Back at the penthouse, the promise was amply fulfilled, the sex even more varied than before, richer and more satisfying for the care each took with the the other.

The Thursday afternoon rendezvous soon became the focus of Julian's week, eagerly anticipated, fondly recalled during the intervening seven days. Occasionally it proved impossible to escape the demands of a client and seven days stretched agonisingly to fourteen. But after almost a year of regular bliss, they were facing a longer separation. Bob and Audrey were about to fulfil a long-standing commitment to visit relatives in Australia. They would be there for three weeks and then would stop off in Hong Kong and Singapore on the way back.

"Will you miss me?" Audrey asked after their final session before the unavoidable hiatus.

"More than I can tell you."

"But what about sex?"

"I'll be as patient as I can."

"You don't have to go without, you know."

"Maybe, but it's not a lot of fun on your own. Especially after what I've grown to expect from you."

"Julian, dear, what we have is very special. And it will be just as good when I get back. But I have a suggestion - if you like."

"Such as?"

"I could ask Lydia to be my understudy."

Startled, Julian said nothing.

"You remember Lydia?"

"No. Lydia who?"

"Roberts. She teaches modern languages at the grammar school. You probably met her at somebody or other's drinks party."

"If I did, I can't remember. But anyway - "

"Look, let me tell you. Lydia and I do aerobics together and during the holidays we often have coffee together. Which is how I know that she has been having an affair with another teacher. Lydia was always hoping he might leave his wife but it never happened, and now it's all over. The other day she told me in confidence that what she misses most is the regular sex. Do you see what I'm getting at?"

Julian thought he did. And he thought that later on he might just put in a call to his brother in Toronto.

My Girlfriends Mother ...

My Girlfriends Mother ...
By: JoninUK (scooby98765@msn.com)

This story is a true story that happened to me maybe a year ago. Feedback is welcome of course !

I met my girlfriend in a club, she was a friend of a friend. She was Slim, brunette and gorgeous. We got on great and we started going out together. A few weeks later, I met her mum, Sue. Just turned 40, her mum was also slim, brunette who loved wearing short skirts and tight fitting tops and had amazing legs. I remember all of us going out to a club one night and when my girlfriend went to the ladies room, I got chatting with her mum. She was wearing a short denim skirt with some really sexy "fuck me" boots on. She looked incredibly sexy, and I did tell her how great I thought she looked.

I could definitley see where my girlfriend got her looks from. She put her hand on my thigh as she thanked me and I felt a twinge and I knew I wanted her there and then. Suddenly my girlfriend came out of the ladies, and sues' hand left my thigh quickly. We all went for a drink and nothing further happened that night.

In fact, nothing went further until maybe a year later, when Sue, my girlfriends' mum and I had been flirting for a while.

I hadnt thought much of it really. Until one night when I went out with friends. Sue had text me by saying that she hoped I had a good night, and that I should behave.

I replied by text what she meant, and she replied that she was sure I would have lots of offers that night. She was at home not doing much (she had divorced a few years earlier). She wasn't drinking, but I was getting more and more drunk.

Because of the drink, I was getting more confident and told her that I thought she had great legs. She thanked me (thank god!) and said that she thought I was nice too. This was the start of more texts that night, each one more daring than the next.

I remember telling her that I thought she was very attactive, and that she had a great body. She thanked me and said that she had noticed me looking at her in the past. I admitted that I had, and had often wondered what she would be like in bed. "wouldnt you like to know" she replied flirting outragously.

"I would" I texted back, and added that I had often wondered about her kissing me and touching me. She said that I could find out if I wanted to. I was really drunk by now, and I asked her if she would go down on my and suck my cock. "I would" she replied. Fuck, I couldnt believe I was texting my girlfriends mom like this.

I was feeling so horny at this stage I didnt care what would happen, so I asked her to meet with me next morning so we could see what would happen.

She agreed. I couldnt wait to get home and get some sleep.

Next morning, I was nervous as hell, and text her asking if she wanted to meet still.

"Lets meet and we can have a chat" she said. I wasn't sure what she meant, and was scared shitless that she may back down, and tell my girlfriend. I picked her up from her house, and she got in the car. She was wearing a long skirt, black boots and a blouse - she gave nothing away as to how she felt though. We went to a flat in the city centre that was empty.

I sat on the couch. Sue came and sat next to me.

"Did you mean what you said last night?" I asked.

"I havent been with anybody for a while, I would be embarassed to be honest".

"You're stunning" I said, "you must get offers when you are out in bars and clubs?"

"Well there was this one guy I liked" she replied.

"Really?", I didnt know about this, but was eager to find out more "What did you get up to?"

"Just kissing to begin with, but I did feel his cock too" she said.

I couldnt believe what I was hearing. My girlfriends mum saying about touching up some guys cock in a club. I knew she was sexy but didnt think she would have done anything with someone like that.

"How old was he, What else did you do?" I asked.

"He was about 22 I think. Well I was kissing him on the dance floor and rubbing his cock, and he asked if I'd like to go outside. I said I did, it was a nice warm night, so we stepped outside and went round the back of the club. Only, his mate came out too, but I said I didnt want to do anything with his mate too."

"What happened then?" I asked, getting harder and harder, thinking that this woman was about 40, and here she was copping off with some young stud who was going to fuck her.

"I just sucked him off".

"What about his mate?"

"Oh, he just watched me sucking his friend".

"Blimey - you kinky thing" I said.

"It was horny being watched as I sucked a young guy off. To be honest, I quite fancied his mate too"

"Did anything happen" I asked. She gave me a look and a smile that said "of course I fucked his mate".

"No, honest darling, I wouldnt do anything like that of course !!"

How horny was that - my imagination was running overtime.

"Anyway", she said, "that was months ago, not had anything since"

"What about now then?"

She looked at me, and before I knew it, I had leaned over and kissed her. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I couldnt believe I was kissing my girlfriends mom. This was so hot, I couldnt wait to get her lips around my cock. That was my goal, for her to suck me off.

We were sat on the couch and I pushed her back and kissed her deeply again.

"Lets go to the bedroom" I said, breathing heavy.

I stood up, grabbed her hand and she followed me to the bedroom.

"Sit down" I said.

She did, on the bed, I think she likes being told what to do. I stood in front of her, and her eyes went to the bulge in my jeans. I simply couldn't wait to get my cock into her hot dirty mouth.

"I hope you like them big" I said, and unzipped my fly. "I do!" She said as she went for my belt and was grabbing at it to undo it. I helped her a little and we got my jeans undone. I took my cock out from my boxers, and she stared right at it.

"ohhh, that is big, I love em big". I'm about 8 inches and thick, and had always had compliments on my cock.

"Ooooh" I moaned and she opened her mouth and I thrust my cock into her sweet lips. I immediately felt her tongue on the end of my cock, and it felt amazing. I wanted to spunk in her mouth there and then, but I wanted to have a good time for the next hour or so.

I withdrew my cock, and went and kissed her.

"I cant believe youve just sucked my cock" I said.

"Its very big she said as she slowed wanked me whilst kissing me".

"So, were these two guys at the nightclub big?" I asked

"The first one was, about 9inches , and very thick. The second one just came bucket fulls" God, she did suck them both off, and they both came in her mouth. What a dirty slut!

"I wish I had been there to see it." I told her "I cant wait to fuck you" .

I love this cock, I bet you fuck like a right old stud".

I pushed her back on the bed, and started kissing her some more. I worked my way down her body, and she undid one or two of the buttons on her blouse. She opened her blouse, and I pulled her bra down a little. There on her exposed breast was her nipple staring at me, desperate to be sucked.

Moaning as I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked her hard, "that feels soooo good, ooooh eat me you horny fuck" she said.

I sucked her nipple hard again which she loved and worked my way down. She had a long skirt on, so I pulled her skirt up and opened her legs. She had a black thong on, which I pulled to one side and started to probe her hole with my tongue. I licked at the top of her thighs, and worked my way around, and she moaned louder and louder.

"I cant wait any longer, ive got fuck you". I couldnt help myself, I was desperate to get inside her moist, wet hole.

I pulled her thong aside and slowly eased my cock up inside of her.

"ooohhhh" she moaned. We werent even undressed. I had my jeans and my boxers around my ankles, and she had her skirt and her boots on, with her thong pushed to one side. I pulled out a little and rammed it right up to the hilt, and she moaned again. As she opened her mouth I stuck my tongue right in and kissed her hard.

"Ive wanted to fuck you since the first day I met you" I said as I withdrew, and then slammed once again back into her. It felt so good, here I was fucking my girlfriends mum, and listening to her moan was amazing.

Its funny the noises some people make. I love having sex with different women, and knowing what they like, and how they sound. I've never fucked a girlfriend, and then her mother, and to here how different they react to different things, was really something else.

I continued to fuck her some more, and she kept making these very erotic sounds, little moans. She was fucking loving getting shagged.

"Im going to cum" she moaned. I started fucking her harder, desperate to get her to cum as hard as she could. Harder and harder I fucked her, and her back arched as I slammed into her. She put her hands on my arse, and dug her nails in as she screamed ...."ooooooooh yes, yes, yes, fuck me, you fuck, harder, harder, ohhhhhhhh yes ooooooh oooh."

She came so hard, I knew she had.

"That was great you big stud, that cock of yours is HUGE"

"Oh you horny fuck, I want you to suck me some more" I said.

"Mmmm please" she replied. "I'd love to after that!"

I stood up again, and this time, decided that removing my clothes might be an idea. I took my t-shirt off, and removed my boxers and my jeans. I was stood there naked, and she was virtually fully dressed. Her thong was back in place, and her nipple that I sucked on was covered up. It felt very erotic, and quite wrong to be stood there, with my girlfriends mother sat on the bed about to suck me to completion while I stood naked.

She licked the end of my cock, and her other hand rubbed my balls. She put my cock in her mouth and tried to deep throat me.

"Im a bit out of practice" she said.

"You're a fucking great cocksucker" I said. I started to fuck her mouth, slowly at first, and then more and more harder.

I put my hands on the side of her face and guided her lips, sucking me off, her head bobbing backwards and forwards.

"Let me get you back on to the bed a bit more" I asked, and she laid on the bed with some pillows under her head. I jumped

on her chest and straddled her, with my knees next to each ear, and my cock pointing right at her mouth. I leaned forward and she took my cock in her mouth again.

"Im gonna cum this way" I said and started to fuck her sweet mouth again. She felt amazing and was desperate to taste my spunk in her mouth. I fucked her mouth harder and harder, and as I looked down I could see her eyes were closed and her mouth around my cock.I pumped her mouth more, and put both hands on her head.

"Thats it" I said, my breathing really heavy.

"oh oh oh " I grunted as I pumped her mouth.

I was desperate to come in my girlfriends mums' mouth ...

"Im gonna cum, oh fuck, im gonna cum, right in your mouth" ....

"ooooooooh" and I started to spurt my first load of cum into her mouth. I looked down and I saw my spunk on her lips and then another shot came out and hit her squarely on her chin. As I shoved my cock in again, the third stream of spunk hit her tongue.

I looked down at her again and saw that she had spunk dribbling down her chin, and a smile on her face.

I lifted myself off her, exhausted, rested next to her.

"Have you ever tasted cum" she said and leaned over and kissed me with her tongue. I could feel the salty taste of spunk on my tongue and kissed her back hard.

"That was great lover" she said.

I laid there for a while and got my breath back. Then the guilt washed over me.

"I cant believe we just did that" I confessed.

"Well I loved it" and I hope we can do it again some time.

I started getting dressed ...

and somehow I thought that we just might.

Neighbours at play

Neighbours at play [part 1 of 2]
By: ravs (ravickyn@yahoo.com)

Hello everybody am back with a new experience or should I say adventure of mine. The reason I take such a long time is coz I write only true life incidents but yes even before I go ahead with my new adventure I would like to thank all those lovely people who sent me mails for my previous stories.

This is when I was in Bombay for a while staying at my friends apartment. It was a beautiful apartment and lucky for my friend the office was paying the rent. My friend used to leave home at about 8 in the morning to get to work he had to travel for about an hour to get to work.

Just like any other day my friend left for work, I was busy having my coffee when I realized the newspaper was not to be seen, I walked up to the main door in my shorts opened it to see if the newspaper was there and just as I opened it I saw a really pretty lady standing at the opposite door. I smiled at her (hey am a friendly guy) she was standing there in her saree she must have just taken a bath as I could smell the aroma of the soap of her and I guess I must have made it obvious to her as she smiled and went back in. I kept coming out on some pretext or the other just so I could get a glance of her but I could not see her all morning. It was about 3 in the afternoon I had gone down to get some smokes and as I was about to enter my house I saw her coming out, I took my own sweet time unlocking my door. She saw me and again I smiled at her she smiled in return and she left. I had no hopes of seeing her again but, I realized she must have been newly married. It was almost 4 P.M and I was sitting at home watching T.V when I heard the doorbell ring, I walked over and opened the door and there she was standing at my door(my friend's) I kept looking at her for a few seconds before I could bring myself to say or ask anything, she just smiled at me and asked me if the cable connection was working and I told her yes it was, she then told me its funny coz it was not working at her place and asked me if I knew anything about how to get it working? Now I am no genius but then I did not want to miss out on a chance of being with her for just a little longer so I offered to see if I could get it working. I followed her home and that's when my eyes saw her lovely butt...man what a shapely shaky butt she had. She pointed me to her T.V and I switched it on there was nothing on it so I decided to look behind and I saw the cable was loosely plugged I pressed it back in and voila the cable was back. She thanked me and asked me to have some tea I readily agreed telling her I was feeling bored sitting at my friends place anyway.

She told me her name was Meena she was 30 and I introduced myself and told her I was from Bangalore and here only for a few days on business. Let me tell you how Meena looks she is fair about 5'6 in height and well proportioned with a lovely fair complexion. She brought tea from the kitchen and as she bent over to offer it to me I saw her mounts I fell in love right away. Am sure she noticed me looking but she did not seem to mind. As the conversation went on she told me she has been married for about 2 years now and her husband had found a job in the U.S and has gone there for the past few months and she is waiting for her visa.

Meena and I kept talking for almost an hour and once a while my eyes would drift towards her breasts, she noticed it but she was also enjoying it. Meena got up saying that she needs to wash her face as she was feeling a little sleepy, I told her I might as well leave so she could get some sleep, she in turn said no please don't I like talking to you let me just wash my face and get back, saying so she left for her room. A few minutes later she emerged with a towel in her hands drying her face. Her towel was blocking my view but the moment she removed it I could see her saree was completely wet and her black blouse which was quite sheer was showing more then it should I could see her bra and more I could see part of her milky white breasts. Just the sight of it gave me a raging hard on. I knew if I were to sit there for a few more minutes I would probably have blue balls, and worse I was in my shorts and I was sure my tent would be visible and I couldn't afford getting up either. She came and sat down opposite me and then she stooped over to pour me some more tea gosh this was getting real bad I could practically see through her blouse now she was definitely a 38 C . She was not helping my hard on. I tried concentrating on something else to ease my hard on but it sure wasn't helping. She looked up at me and asked me why am I not having my tea now how do I tell her why? She looked at me and then her glance went towards my crotch and she almost smiled, she got up and came over with my tea and offered it to me I took it without even looking up at her. She went back and sat down and again on the pretext of taking biscuits she stooped giving me a clear look of her breasts. I wanted to get back and wank off. She looked at me again and excused herself and walked into her room. Few minutes later she came back, she sat down again in front of me and this time when I looked she was wearing the same wet blouse minus the bra inside, I could not take the torture anymore. I decided to take a chance and kept staring at her breasts, she smiled and asked me what is so interesting and point blank I told her your assets. She laughed and asked me if I like them I said I love them" would you like to see them?" "But you are married" I said. All she replied was"so?" I said ok if you don't mind showing them then. What happened next was a dream come true she slowly took her blouse off and exposed her milky white breasts to me. "would you like to feel them Ravi?" without a word I walked over to her got on my knees and I held them in my hands...kneading them slowly she let out a moan I put my lips on her nipples and started sucking them the next 5 minutes neither of us spoke a word.

I slowly ran my hands up her legs under her saree, slowly towards her thighs gliding my hands to her pussy. I started caressing her pussy while sucking at her breasts. She was moaning all the while. I started raising her saree and slowly I kissed her on her thighs kissing my way towards her panty, I pushed her panty aside and started kissing her pussy" ahhh...yessss Ravi I love that don't stop please" she screamed. I kept licking her pussy she was so heated up I knew she was close to cumming within seconds I could feel her body jerk and she came she held my hair tight as she came.

"my turn now lover" she said and made me get up she slowly came up to me and kissed me deep in my mouth tasting her cum. She removed my t-shirt and started kissing my chest licking it like a bitch. Slowly she glided down and pulled my shorts and my underwear together. She clasped her hands on my cock and started rubbing it, slowly she got down on her knees and kissed my cock, slowly she started guiding my cock in to her mouth, licking and sucking at it. She licked my balls she spat at my cock and started licking it man that really turned me on who would have thought this lady I had just met who looked so decent would turn out to be a slut like this so nasty? She then started pumping my cock in her mouth, I didn't want to cum so soon so I stopped her. I got her up and asked her to take her saree off. She did it obediently. I kneeled her down on her couch arse facing me. I slowly started inserting my rod into her wet pussy slowly thrusting it and I started pumping her. " oh yes Ravi fuck me harder fuck me harder I need your cock" you really know how to fuck a woman treat me like a bitch make me your slut" all that dirty talk was getting me really turned on. " oh yes you fuck me better then my husband Ravi your cock is really big thrust it all in take me I'll do anything for you just fuck me hard". I didn't need any more pep up I rammed her like there was no tomorrow. Then I took my cock out and asked her to suck it again she willingly sucked my cock with her cum on it then I asked her if she had ever been fucked up her arse she answered no. I asked her to get some oil I applied some oil on my cock and poured some oil on her arse and asked her to pry her arse cheeks so I could enter her. She pulled her arse cheeks apart and I inserted my cock into her arse "that hurts oh fuck Ravi that hurts stop please" she pleaded I spanked her hard on her butt cheeks and kept thrusting my cock inside her arse..i could see she was almost in tears with the pain but I didn't want to stop. Slowly I inserted my whole cock inside her arse slowly I started moving it even she started enjoying it pain and pleasure at the same time. I kept doing her arse for a few minutes, I knew I was going to cum I pulled my cock out and made her kneel in front of me then I got this nasty idea...go get a glass I told her. She came back with a glass she looked at me curiously I said hold the glass she did so and I started jerking my cock and I came in the glass...she was smiling she didn't know what I had in mind. After I finished cumming in the glass, I asked her to place the glass on the floor and I went and sat on the sofa. She got up to "not u slut u stay there...." She obeyed "I want you to put your hands behind your back and I want you to lap up my cum from the glass like a bitch" I ordered her. She was puzzled but then she started smiling and obediently she started lapping my cum from the glass and swallowing it seeing that was a real turn on for me. We fucked twice more before I went back to my friends place that day. I am still in Bombay and as I am writing this Meena is looking over me watching me type and she is waiting for me to finish so we can screw our heads of again.

Please post your comments and please don't ask me to reveal Meena's identity she is my slut and she is happy with me. Will write again soon, oh and Meena is planning to invite her cousin to come and join us next week will let you know how it works out but right now I want Meena to lick my arse as I am really horny right now so until laters.

EDWIN'S ECSTASY 8

EDWIN'S ECSTASY 8 [part 8 of 17]
By: Will Buster

EDWIN'S ECSTASY 8 BY WILL BUSTER

Thomas woke with a start. His cock was rigid probably from the erotic dream he'd just had. A solitary candle still flickered on the wood table near the bed and he could see the two girls lying near him. He smiled to himself, realizing it was close to dawn. He'd slept for a few hours after his festival with the two shameless wenches. Jane turned out to be one winsome little tramp with a fuck hole tight and urgent. Later her sucking mouth had brought him to the quick and he'd filled her gasping, gagging mouth full of his sticky cream. He'd made sure she swallowed it to. He'd taken both women again before he'd finally dozed off, licking Eve's cunt in the process.

At this point he didn't care which of the two he would take. He reached out and slowly fondled soft warm skin. It was Eve and as she opened her dreamy eyes she opened her mouth in a smiling yawn. In a moment he kissed her inviting mouth and then slowly and carefully inserted his hot member into her squirming little anus. He smothered her loud gasps with his own mouth and carefully drove his penis deep inside her, relishing the new tightness of Eve's talented rectum. The young bitch knew just how to relax and work his flesh to. In and out his long staff slid, ever increasing the intense itch that would make him squirt off into the hot young brunette.

Eve got her legs way back and soon she was lunging to meet his thrusts, getting as much pleasure as she could from the pleasant agony. The cute little vixen knew just what to do when it came to anal fucking. Eve knew all the little filthy tricks that men found so irresistible.

Quicker and quicker he rutted until after a few minutes he sprayed Eve's shit hole full of his now thinner seedy cream. It felt so good to relieve his lust anytime he wished and Eve sure knew her trade well, that was certain.

In the quiet dark she finally whispered, "Are you going to do this to Jane to?" "Yes but I'll rest first. Why don't you be a good little wench and get us something to eat and bring Mary back with you. I'm looking forward to a lot of play this morning."

Eve softly giggled, "Oh Mary is such a filthy whore my lord. She talks real dirty to. Jane will learn a lot from you two. It'll take me an hour or two to get everything ready, so while I'm gone you can play with Jane all you want. Would you like that lord?"

"Yes you winsome little tart." He removed his cock from her dripping anus and lay back listening to Jane's regular breathing and Eve slowly getting dressed. This might have been a brothel but once the whores left a room they always got dressed to look modest and presentable.

After another short snooze, Thomas awakened Jane with a long, languorous kiss. Her slumber bleared eyes opened with his touch and her tongue darted out to meet his. Thomas moved his fingers down to her still moist crotch and slipped two exploring fingers into her slit. The young bitch was still hot and wet. He lay on his back and pulled Jane on top of him.

"Now ride it Jane. Sit on me and fuck it you wicked little vixen."

She teased, "Do you like the way I fuck my lord? Was I good last night?"

"Oh you're a fiery little wench all right. You're worth the price of admission. Now slide down on it and show me how much you like it."

His strong hands guided her down and then she was bucking up and down, searing his prick with her tight friction and newly learned twisting and churning motions. His hands were allover her and she squealed when his finger entered her rectum. She tried to escape the new pain but his hands held her like a vice and her squirms and cries only served to urge him to more intense efforts.

"Hurry Jane! Fuck it quick! Faster! Yes bitch! Just like that you wanton little whore! God you're so fucking tight you little minx!" She was so small that he grabbed both of her tits with one hand and pulled her down so he could tongue her salivating mouth. His cock lunged into her exciting fucking hole and they soon lost themselves in the pleasures of unrestrained lust.

The girly slut couldn't control her passion. Her body convulsed and spasmed with climax after climax as that huge cock stretched and filled and seared her delicate pussy hole. It was like her groin and belly were burning with a delightful fire and if this was hell than she welcomed it. She launched more of her spit into his mouth and her moaning became louder and more expressive by the minute.

"Harder Jane! Give me your heart you wanton bitch! Down! Harder you little fuck girl!" Thomas was still a vigorous and vital male and even though he sprayed a lot of seed into the two lively wenches just hours ago, he didn't have any trouble responding to Jane's vaginal thrills. He held her legs wider apart and pushed up hard as her body slammed down. This wanton little bitch was tiny, wet and willing. If Jane had been the only whore in this establishment, he could have taken her for the entire two days and gotten his money's worth. He couldn't believe how quickly this new whore was learning the trade. Her cunt was pure fire and her youthful body was so tender, inviting and sensual. Soon he tensed and strained himself, willing his prick to seek relief from the ache of near fulfillment.

Jane squeezed and jerked harder with his command and sure enough, Jane felt his release wash deep inside her throbbing cunt. Then she was moved around and she found herself sucking his cock while her own cunt was being sucked, probed and eaten. She was new to oral sex and she was quite tentative as she had been hours before. The taste was still strange and the memory of all that seed, making her choke as she tried to swallow it made her hesitate to get him too excited. Her tongue licked gently and carefully and her sucking strokes were short in duration. Suddenly she felt his hands on her head and he forced her mouth down on that rigid shaft impelling her to engulf him. She knew what he wanted then. She was to suck hard and make him erupt once again. Several breathtaking minutes went by. All that could be heard was heavy breathing, occasional murmurs and moans and the wet sounds of sucking mouths on damp flesh.

"All right Jane now we're going to do something a little different. Sit on me like before except his time you're going to use your little ass rim to pleasure me."

She got in position an asked him in her girlish voice, "What mean you my good lord?" Then she felt his rock hard dick press into her anus. "Oh God! It'll hurt too much lord!"

"Only for a moment Jane. All good whores learn this technique. Believe me it will put money in your purse you wicked little fox. Now nice and easy and try to relax." His hands gripped her hips and he lowered her onto his dick. At first the pain was terrific and Jane cried out. Her eyes filled with tears of agony as her body was plundered in this new way. It felt like she was taking a hard shit in reverse and then he was in her all the way to his hairy groin.

"Now fuck Jane! Rim it you hot little slut!"

Jane cried out with almost every downward stroke. It felt like her body was being ripped apart and yet as one stroke became two and two became ten, the pain slowly relented to something almost resembling pleasure. Her stroking anus moved up and down more rapidly and then he was guiding her, getting her to swivel in sensational little circles on different parts of his shaft.

"Yes Jane! Work it down! Oh God! You learn so fucking fast! What will you be like in a year?"

She gasped, "Come back anytime and find out my lord! You're my first and you can play inside me all you want. God it hurts but I'm beginning to get used to it. Twill this make men come more quickly think you?" Jane's sharp cries became whimpers as her body slowly became used to the new form of sexual impaling. At times he held her fast with her ass hole completely filled by his stationary cock. He was relishing the feel of her tightness and her warmth. Again his mouth found hers while his fingers stroked and pinched her swollen clit. Thomas was determined to enjoy every inch of this hot little bitch. She was so small and tight and horny from the new discovery of anal and vaginal lust. What made her even more delicious was that her sensuous bodily reactions weren't contrived or fake. She was giving him her most unrestrained carnal desires for him to exploit and enjoy.

"Now whore on my cock you hot little wench! That's the way! Fuck it! Rim it! Twist on it like that! Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh Jane there's magic in your holes. Faster! Faster!" His breathing became louder and quicker. He was building for another cock burst. The incredible friction of this tiny anus was forcing him to spray off again. IT was incredible that he could reach this pinnacle of delight so soon after he'd released into her fiery cunt. But then Jane was special. She was girlish, super tight and getting foxier by the second.

"Faster Jane! Faster! It's so fucking good! Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh! " Thomas felt like his soul was being ripped out of his body through his balls and seared cock. His diminishing seed squirted up into Jane's viciously stroking shitter. She'd already learned to keep performing to prolong her customer's rapture. To her surprise, once he'd finished he quickly pulled out and re-stuffed her pussy with his still almost fully hard meat. Thomas didn't want to miss a second of this and he knew if he didn't let his cock get soft he had a fighting chance of keeping it hard to enjoy the wench for another tumble.

"Fuck it bitch! Keep it hard! Faster wench! Work it! " This was more to Jane's liking. Her vagina was a bit sore from all the sex play from before but it lubricated real quick and in seconds she was slamming down on him, sending sizzling sensations into his cock and producing a blazing buildup in her own urgent flesh. Then somehow he rolled her onto her back and he was atop her driving into her pussy with jolts of powerful cock fucks.

"Fuck me lord! Fuck me! I love it when you do it hard and take me like this! Ahuh! Ahuh! Yes! Oh my fucking bleeding Jesus! Aaaaaahhhhh! Faster! Faster! Yes!" Jane came with a violent quake and another pungent gush. She couldn't get enough of that cock and for some odd reason the anal fuck had aroused her even more. Her legs were thrown back and her lovely hair was a golden mess of tangles. Her soft tresses were now severely matted from sweat and other bodily fluids. Her face was stained from dried cum that had dribbled on her cheeks and chin when he emptied into her mouth.

"I like being your new whore Sir Thomas. Do you like what I'm doing now? Do you like to fuck my cute little hole?" The young little fox was wriggling and writhing her tiny cunt to meet his thrusts. She was driving him wild and his fucking once again became frantic as he sought to totally ream out her mushy insides.

"Yes Jane, yes! Work it just like that you little she devil." Again he locked his mouth to her responsive kiss. His hands were glued to her tiny tits and he buried his satiated cock way inside Jane's cramping cunt hole. This was the finest pleasure he'd ever dreamed of. He was enjoying a nice, young and tight slut. He'd already released several times into her and he could leisurely enjoy all the inflaming charms of Jane's responsive little body. He felt his manhood stretch the young whore wide open. He savored the little jerks and responding urges of her fuck hole and it kept him hard and appreciative. Soon he was switching from hole to hole, stuffing either pussy or rectum as the need arose. Jane's cries of joy and shrieks of pain were equally smothered by his tongue and showering saliva. Again and again he stroked deep and hard in whichever hole he longed for. He craved the use of every part of this newly deflowered virgin. It was such an exciting stimulus to realize that he'd thoroughly corrupted this young slip of a wench. She was now stained with his sticky sins from her ass hole to her wiggling cunt and even to her guzzling throat.

Jane quickly learned there were three openings in her body that men would need to use and re-use. Her moist openings were to be the playground for men and even boys of every age and condition. But she smiled a little to herself when she thought of how all those extra silver pennies would support her family. Jane had a sister just two years younger than she and perhaps if this arrangement worked out, her sister could join the ranks of the ladies of the evening when the time came. Both of them could make a lot of money eventually. Perhaps they might be able to buy there own house and even get a cow and chickens so that they'd have sufficient milk and eggs. She knew this much, the longer she fucked Sir Thomas the more money she would make. The old gray haired bastard, who owned the tavern, might be an ogre but he was fair according to Eve. Soon she was tickling Thomas's balls and coaxing him to attempt even more outrageous carnal acts. She was a little tired from it all but when she thought of those silver pennies gleaming in the sunlight as she presented them to her work weary mother, she felt new zest go into her licentious love making.

"My lord, I'll do anything you want if you let me stay with you until you depart." He grinned at her. "Anything?" She gasped from another powerful lunge. "Anything my lord! Oh God! Fuck me! Squirt me!"

HE was getting very excited now with the thrill of splitting her pussy open so she could engulf and massage his itching member. "What will you do for me Jane?"

Jane giggled from embarrassment and her new found carnal delights. She whispered into his ear to give her words more sensuality. "You can shove your cock down my mouth and I'll suck it until you make me swallow that nice, hot sticky stuff that you shot into me the last time. I'll squeeze you with my little cunt and tiny shit hole and force you to spray your lust into me until you're too tired to do anything else. You can lick me and suck me and fuck me as much as you want. Are you going to keep me here with you so I can do all those filthy little things to you?"

Thomas drove into Jane faster and harder as her words had the desired effect. "Yes, you wicked temptress! You're such a hot little witch! Now shut up and whore!"

When Eve and Mary returned with a sumptuous breakfast, they watched in amused admiration as Jane kept the baron gasping with the effort of his trip hammering fucking.

Mary grinned at Eve, "I do believe Jane has a conquest. Look at that little whore go! My, my, my! Is he really as big as he looks?"

Eve put the tray down on the table. "Oh yes Mary. You'll love riding him. He's so long and thick and he really knows how to fuck! He'll have you howling just like us I'll warrant."

When breakfast was over, Thomas was lying back on the pillows enjoying the newest escapade. Jane and Eve were alternately sucking his cock while he systematically devoured Mary's freshly prepared cunt. It smelled and tasted much different than the youthful Jane. This pussy was saltier and tangier. He was positive that the taste of another man's cum was still present as his tongue wormed into that lush wetness between Mary's pried open pussy lips. This new whore had thicker thighs and a very flat belly. She was certainly built. Her lush tits jutted out with already stiff nipples. His hands automatically cupped those inviting, large, pert breasts. Unlike the other two wenches, these tits fully filled a man's hand and he squeezed them in obvious enjoyment.

Mary was a very talented and experienced whore. She'd known hundreds of men and her body didn't readily explode from carnal contact anymore. It took a lot of rutting to finally get her to cum. However she knew what was desirable for men. She knew just how to make the right sounds and squirm and jerk in just the right ways to convince a man that she was in the throws of wild ecstasy even if she was bored to tears. When Thomas eventually shoved his thumb into her pliable anus, he could tell that this was a wench who was used to all kinds of carnal intrusion. Her shit hole expanded easily to receive whatever might be plunging into it. He could only imagine for the moment what it would be like to get a proper rim job from such a pliant bum hole.

The other two wenches were doing a fine job on his meat as well. Each mouth kept him hard and eager for more delightful fucking. In his mind he came to the conclusion that the only thing better than two whores to fuck was three whores to fuck. In future he'd have to make sure that he came back to River Street with more gold in his purse.

Mary crooned, "Are you ready to fuck and squirt into my dirty little pussy lord?"

"Rim it first with your shit hole you shameless tramp. I want Jane to see how a real superb whore uses what god gave you."

She ground her groin a little harder onto his exploring mouth. "I'm just itching to be fucking front and back lord Thomas. She looked at him with her sultry eyes and leering smile. Her teeth were still white and her smile flashed in the early morning light. "All right girls, it's time for me to show off!" "Sit on his face Jane while I do the trick!"

Jane practically hopped onto Thomas's bearded face. She was eager for more of that delightful licking. Eve contented herself by licking his balls and crotch as Mary did her thing. Mary went to work with a will. Eve had told her how much the lusty lord and squirted during the night and this was good. She could dramatically prolong his pleasure without having to suck and swallow him or even risk much possibility of becoming pregnant with his now thin seed. Could that bitch rim! She turned and twisted in tender little circles, keeping his cock head hard and very itchy. She would slam down several times and then tease that tip in her filthiest anal techniques. The well endowed brown haired bitch felt him rise and lunge to meet her thrilling anal tunnel. Mary heard his moans and sucking slurps as he tasted and drank noisily from Jane's ripe young cunt. The riding harlot threw back her head and that lustrous brown hair fell in extravagant ringlets almost to her waste. She giggled sensuously as she played the consummate whore. Mary might not be as good and as shapely as that blonde bimbo, Nancy Hodges, but she was definitely fucking close to the mark. Mary soon expertly shifted him from one hole to the other and back again. She knew from long experience that men liked the variety of sensations between the tight anal cavity and the soft wetness of aroused pussy flesh. So like a master of some long lost art, she played naughty erotic tricks on his engorged dick. She held Jane's shoulders for support at times when she needed to rim or fuck down extremely hard and fast for the greatest effect.

Then Mary orchestrated the next phase of the thrilling orgy. She remounted his face and instructed Eve and Jane as to when they were to straddle and fuck and which hole to use. It soon became a delirious blur of sensations as Thomas's cock was treated to a festival of vaginal and anal paradise. As the festivities went on and on, Mary also switched back to rim to vigorously fuck that cock while he ate out Eve and Jane in turns. Mary was superb although Thomas could tell that some of her techniques were artificial. The other two whores were more genuine in their bodily functions whereas Mary's breathtaking beauty made for a perfect triad of sexual delights.

He didn't have to say anything. He lay back and let his body be pampered by the exciting alternation of six holes. He enjoyed the taste of dripping pussies as the trio lavished his prick with every imaginable caress that an anus or pussy can possibly perform. This was the way to enjoy the day. Eventually Eve got tired and she left the scene about suppertime. Everyone took a break then with Jane and Mary readily agreeing to return later. Lord Westbrook went down to the supper table quite tired and relaxed but very satisfied. He'd only shot his wad into Mary's quivering cunt once so far but he was determined to fill the bitch up once he'd had a chance to rest and build his strength up. What amazed him was how Jane was still eager and raring to please. Usually it took more time for a whore to get acclimated to the ways of carnal pleasure. Eve wasn't bad with her experienced tightness and wanton behavior. But Jane was another matter. The fair hared youngster was a fiery hot tight little bitch with an itchy groin and a carnal appetite that perhaps rivaled his beloved Gwendolyn if that was possible. His cock was sore but he sure didn't mind.

A Past Fantasy

A Past Fantasy
By: NotADoubt

Arianna picked up her keys and her cell phone, and slid off her wedding ring,as she walked out the door. Driving to the airport, she hit traffic, leaving her plenty of time to think about the two days ahead of her, and weather or not she was making the right decision in picking David up.

Arianna hadn't seen David in almost six years. Since they had broken up and gone their seperate ways, many things had happened. One of them was her hundred thousand dollar wedding. Arianna and David had a passionate relationship in the past, and she had taken their breakup very hard. It had been nearly two years after David had moved to Arizona that she allowed herself to start going out with her girlfriends again, and through a friend had met Andrew, who had swept her off her feet and provided her with a financially stable relationship.

But these days, responsible and stable weren't on her mind. Only six months after their marriage, Arianna was despirate. The happy newleyweds hadn't spent much time together, and they hadn't had much in the way of passion. Andrew was forever being shipped here and there on business. And that's exactly where he was, on business while Arianna drove to the airport. Andrew would be in London for another eight days. When David had found her online one day, and e-mailed her, jokingly suggesting they should arrange a visit, Arianna had broken down and agreed.

David had no idea that Arianna had had such huge life changes. Arianna never bothered to mention her marriage or her new, posh lifestyle. He just thought he was coming to town to reconnect with her former lover. David didn't bother mention to Arianna his two year old little girl, or his girlfriend either.

Arianna pulled into the circut of cars picking up from incomming flights, and it only took her a few seconds to spot him. David was a tall, handsome italian, with striking dark eyes and a healthy smile. Arianna pulled her car to the curb and in seconds, all her doubts were gone.

As David climbed into the car, Arianna smiled at him.

"How have you been?" he said, smiling as he shoved his carry-on into the back seat. "Nice wheels, by the way."

Arianna cringed inside for a moment, wondering if she was about to be given away. She never could have afforded such a luxury vehicle when she had known David, and after marrying Andrew, Arianna didn't bother to work. She hadn't considered an explanation.

"I've been well, David, and, you look great," she told him. He smiled back at her with his sparkling eyes, and she had a hard time pulling back into traffic because she had to break her gaze.

As the two drove towards the hotel David planned to stay in, they talked about the weather in Arizona, versus that in Conneticut, old friends they both knew, and both avoided saying anything about their current situations in life.

When they reached the hotel, David went to check in, and Arianna sat in the car. She knew then that before the weekend was over, they would be in bed together. Realizing this was her last chance to stop herself from cheating, she considered pulling away. The door to the hotel opened, and David motioned for her to roll down the window. "You can park right here in the front, the elevator's right next to the front desk."

Arianna pulled into a spot, and followed him inside. She sat on the bed, looking around the suite, while David freshened up and changed clothes, suggesting they go downstairs to the hotel bar for dinner and drinks. On the way to the elevator, he teasingly patted her ass, and Arianna remembered his strong hands. She beemed at him.

As the doors closed, Arianna couldn't take the guilt. She pushed the "stop" button on the elevator, causing David to give her a look. "Girl, I had a feeling that my coming here might stir up some old feelings, and maybe I'd even get lucky enough to see your gorgeous body.. but you want to start this right here in the elevator?"

Arianna looked at the floor. "Listen.. David.."

"Nothing good ever started with those words," he said.

"David.. I got married."

David reached out and took Arianna's hand. "He's not going to be here tonight, is he?" Arianna looked at him through her bright blue eyes and shook her head.

"Then I say we put our personal lives aside, and we have a wonderful evening. And whatever you decide, about us, is exactly how it will be." Arianna stepped close to him, pulling him into a hug. She squeezed him, feeling his strong arms and his muscular back, and she rested her head into his collar bone and breathed deeply. "Now, shall we continue on, or did you want to make something of this opportunity in the elevator?"

She smiled, and tilted her head up, kissing his lips. Immediately the sparks flew. He turned her around, back agains the elevator wall, put his hands on her thighs, scooping her up with his legs around her waist. He kissed her deeply, and her hands ran up his back, and the back of his neck, playing with his hair as their tounges danced against each other. Neither noticed the elevator starting to move until the "DING!" sounded as they reached the first floor.

They scrambled away from each other like caught teenagers, and giggled, as the doors open and a family with suitcases entered as they exited. Like a private joke, their eyes met and they smiled, walking hand in hand to the hotel bar.

The two ate dinner, teasing each other with their looks, and the occasionally well-placed hand under the table. All the while, Arianna was watching a short girl with brown hair who had been sitting at the bar alone.

"Do you think she's here by herself?" she asked.

David looked at the girl, and suggested that perhaps she was on business."

"You're here on a little business yourself," Arianna teased.

Arianna was on her third glass of wine when she realized how comfortable and happy she was to finally have the passion that was missing from her married life. David finished off his fifth rum and coke, when he whispered to Arianna, and Arianna smiled back, as David got up, and strode over to the bar, stopping next to the brown haired girl. The girl chatted with him for a few minutes, while David asked the bartender for a bottle of wine to take back to the room. As David walked away with the wine, the girl called him back for just a moment.

The two paid their check, scurrying off to their room. Arianna asked him in the elevator what the girl had said. He told her that the girl was indeed, traveling alone, and that when she had called him back over, she had mentioned how beautiful his "wife" is. David said he had invited her back to the room for a glass of wine, and Arianna blushed, smiling devilishly. "I guess you haven't forgotten the fantasy I'd always mentioned." David filled the bucket with ice for the wine, and they reached the room door.

The door had not been open for a second when there was an all-out hands scrambling, shoes being kicked off, clothing being shed frenzy. The wine didn't even make it into the ice bucket, but rather, sat on the table in the suite's living room.

Arianna had her stockings off, and was down to her short black skirt, thong and lacy top with no bra. David's shoes were halfway across the room from each other, and he was straddling her on the couch, when both of them heard the door knock.

"You think she actually came?" Arianna asked, wide-eyed.

"Only one way to find out," he said, pushing her sweater, his socks, and their shoes into a pile with his feet, and putting the wine on ice, before answering the door.

The door opened, and the girl from the bar indeed was there. She stepped into the room, and approached Arianna directly, holding out her hand. "I'm Sarah," she said, "I hope you don't mind me stopping by. Your husband said that you were heading back to your suite for drinks, and possibly for the hot tub, and I couldn't resist."

Arianna smiled at her, and introduced herself, not bothering to correct the girl about David not being her husband. David opened the wine, and poured three glasses, giving one to each of the woman, and sipping at his own. He crossed the room, and turned down the lights over the hot tub, and turned on the multicolored lights under the water, smiling at the ladies.

Sarah was a stark contrast to Arianna. Arianna was 5'8'', long legged, blonde, with icy blue eyes. While also very fit, Sarah was barely over 5', with curly brown hair that hung past her shoulders. She was clearly very bold, because it was obveous when she sat down what she had come for. Arianna could tell that underneath the woman's brown mini, she was not wearing anything.

It was clear that David noticed as well.

"I hope you don't mind.. I didn't pack a bathing suit for this trip.. I'm not sure if you'll still want to use the hot tub. I've spent a lot of time in Franch, on nude beaches, so I'm very comfortable, if you are."

Arianna told her it would be fine, and that she hadn't brought a suit either. The wine was making her feel very comfortable, and she decided to get things started, as she raised her lacy top over her C-cup breasts, and slid her skirt off. In only a thong, she walked to the edge of the hot tub, and made a show of bending over to dip her hands into the water. "It feels wonderful," she said, turning back to look at Sarah.

David ran his hands along her naked back, then grasped the string on each hip, sliding her thong down to the floor, as she stepped out of it. He held her hand, as she stepped into the hot tub, and then reached out a hand towards Sarah, who was gently taking off her clothes, and laying them on the sofa.

Before stepping into the hot tub, Sarah leaned up and kissed David. He ran his hands over her soft skin, stopping at her ass, and pulled her close. Her pierced nipples ran across his chest, exciting him. Then he held her hand as she slid into the water, before he unzipped his pants, and lowered his slacks to the floor. His shirt and boxer briefs quickly followed and both girls watched with anticipation as a solid 8 inches was revealed.

"So what made you to decide to ask me to join you two, beautiful lovers tonight," Sarah asked, as she leaned back in the water.

"Well, I must admit to a bit of a fantasy I've considered," Sarah told her. "Ever since David and I met, I've wanted to see him with another woman. I've wanted to watch him eat her pussy, and slide his cock in and out of her as she writhes.. he's so amazing," she bragged. Sarah smiled at her, and then David.

"And you thought that you'd like to watch me with your husband?" she asked.

"I would," Arianna admitted. "More than anything, I would like to lie underneath the two of you while he penatrates you. To watch, and maybe play with myself."

"I have a confession to make, though, honey," David said to Arianna. "Sarah told me at the bar that she had been watching us enjoy our dinner, and she mentioned to me that she thinks that you are very attractive."

"Me?" Arianna asked, "Oh, I couldn't.. I haven't.. not since college. I just thought that perhaps I would watch."

"I'm afraid I'll have to insist," Sarah said, sliding next to Arianna. "If one of us fufills a fantasy, I think we all should be able to, tonight." David nodded, agreeing. Sarah reached out, under the water, and ran her hands across Arianna's nipples. Arianna turned in her seat, pulling Sarah close, and lifting herself somewhat from the water to allow Sarah to lick her right nipple, while she toyed with the left.

David stood up, and lifted Sarah from the water. "I don't think I can handle much watching the two of you, so let's get Arianna's fantasy out of the way, so that I don't waste my first load watching the two of you."

He wrapped Arianna in a towel, drying her off, and Arianna followed them to the large king size bed. He kissed Sarah passionately, gently fingering her pussy, while he waited until Arianna was done drying off. She never took her eyes off the two. David laid Sarah back on the bed, and climbed up, lifting her hips off the bed, and lowering his mouth to her slit. He instructed Arianna to lay down beside Sarah, and she did, playing with Sarah's nipple piercings and causing her to moan. David continued his minstrations with his tounge between her legs, alternating between reaching his tounge deeply and slowly into her pussy and flicking her clit with the tip. Sarah was writing on the bed, grasping the comforter. Arianna reached down, and took his penis in her mouth, playing gently with the tip, before enveloping his entire shaft with her warm, moist mouth. "Just getting you ready," she said, as she finally released his cock.

David pulled Sarah up by her hips, and stradled her over Arianna, who was lying on her back. He held onto her hips, and guided his now slick cock towards her slit. Ariannas face was only inches from their union. David reached down, lining himself up, while spreading the precum over the head. He pushed forward, while pulling Sarah back to him, and he entered her slowly. Arianna's right hand was busily rubbing at her clit, when she leaned forward, taking David's testicles into her mouth, one at a time. She could smell Sarah's juices, and she tenatively licked at Sarah's clit from an awkward reach.

As David rocked Sarah back and forth onto his cock, Arianna was getting close to bringing herself to orgasm. Sarah was grasping the headboard, and she felt herself starting to shake. Before she could warn him, her muscles clenched around his dick, milking him. She was cumming, and was not quiet about it. He felt himself about to join her, and told her so.

"Pull out," Arianna said, reaching up, and sliding his penis out of Sarah's slit, and into her mouth. David jerked and stiffened before unloading a large amount of semen down her throat. Arianna worked his dick gently, ending his orgasm, while taking another lick at Sarah who seemed suprised, and delighted by the warm mouth over teasing her.

Sarah sat up, and turned around pulling David close, all while still straddeling Arianna's face. Arianna had cum across her chin and face, mixed with Sarah's juices, but she didn't hesistate to lean up, and began licking Sarah. While Sarah's tounge danced with Davids, Arianna inserted two fingers into her hole, while lapping at her clit, faster and faster. Finally Sarah squatted lower, bringing herself to Arianna, and shook with another orgasm, all the while, David playing with her nipple rings.

Slowly, the trio slid down onto their backs on the bed, resting for a moment.

Sarah reached over, and laid her hand over Arianna's small patch of blonde hair, resting her finger on her clit. "I'm afraid it's time for me to work my fantasy, dear. I've been dying to eat you out since I saw you at that bar."

Arianna looked at David, "And what are you going to be doing while she entertains me?"

To be continued....

Desert Oasis

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