Banging the Boss.

Harriet is my boss at the furniture store where I work. She is forty-two, married with two kids, has a body like a centerfold, and loves to have wild f.u.c.k romps with me in the large stockroom in the back of the store.

The fact that Harriet is twelve years older than I am doesn"t make a d.a.m.n bit of difference, because she is about the best lay I"ve had since I started f.u.c.king.

Here"s what happens at least twice a week. After the store closes I leave, just like everyone else. But I swing into the mall parking lot a few blocks down and wait for Harriet to give me the all-clear call on my cellphone. It"s usually dark by then, which provides excellent cover for me to sneak into the back door of the stockroom. Harriet is expecting me; she has let down her long, light brown hair. "I"ve been waiting all day," she says to me in her s.e.xiest voice.

My f.u.c.k-muscle starts to swell as she and I make our way to one of the many brand-new mattresses in the windowless stockroom. Harriet strips down to her baby-blue panties, which are already soaked with her juices.

For an older lady Harriet has an exquisite body, with plump, firm 36C t.i.ts. Her a.s.s is perfectly rounded and trim. If you didn"t know her, you would think that she was ten years younger than she really is. She takes pride in maintaining that fabulous body by working out on her days off.

Looking at her, I strip naked, my c.o.c.k as hard as steel. I kneel and softly kiss her midriff, at the same time gently ma.s.saging her aching p.u.s.s.y through the thin material of her drenched panties. "Mmm. Oh, yeah. Yes!" Harriet sighs softly. Kissing my way around her inner thigh, I catch the faint, musky scent of her delicious p.u.s.s.y, and my p.r.i.c.k grows even more.

"Now it"s time for you to suck my t.i.tties," Harriet playfully commands. After all, she is the boss, right? I greedily lick and suck her left melon and ma.s.sage her right one. "Oh, yes. Mmm!" Harriet coos, enjoying the attention her wonderful b.r.e.a.s.t.s are receiving. She sighs with pleasure.

We don"t have a lot of time, since we both have families to get home to, so I decide to speed things up by pulling Harriet"s juice-soaked panties off her great a.s.s and down her very tanned and well-toned legs, letting them fall to the stockroom floor. Her trim brown pubic m.u.f.f is glistening with the moisture from her honey-pot.

Harriet loves to have me suck and lick her c.l.i.t while I bang her f.u.c.k-hole with my finger. I know the procedure well. "Oh, my. Ohh, yes!" she exclaims with pleasure as I lap at her c.l.i.t and finger my way around her p.u.s.s.y hole, just the way she likes it. She is writhing now, and breathing harder. This is how I know she is preparing to come.

After about three more minutes, Harriet can"t contain herself any longer. She trembles and bucks violently, moaning loudly in the throes of climax. "Oh, my G.o.d! Ahhh! Don"t stop!" my boss begs. And I don"t stop until she finally settles down, because I love to taste her sweet nectar.

After she gets off she likes to suck my shaft. But she doesn"t suck me all the way off, because she also likes me to be able to fill her p.u.s.s.y with my hot man seed. When she realizes that she is driving me nuts with her mouth, she will get in the doggie-style position and plead with me to f.u.c.k her.

I have to satisfy Harriet, so I eagerly put the head of my tool at the opening of her love-hole. Waves of sheer pleasure surge throughout my body as I easily glide seven inches of hot, hard c.o.c.k up into my boss"s sopping wet c.u.n.t.

"Oh, yesss! Oh, my G.o.d!" Harriet groans again as my b.a.l.l.s make contact with her sweet round a.s.s. I caress her b.u.t.tocks and then slide a finger between them, ma.s.saging the puckered rosebud of her a.s.shole. She doesn"t like her buns to be penetrated, but it drives her crazy when I ma.s.sage the entrance with my finger. This works her up for another o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Yes, oh, s.h.i.t. Ahh! Oh, G.o.d!!" she babbles wildly as she explodes into a second and more powerful climax. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her fabulous body, and she shrieks loudly. Seeing and hearing Harriet get off is enough to send me over the edge, and I feel my nuts tense up as an incredible feeling overwhelms me. I hump my boss with more intensity, groaning with excitement and feeling as though I might faint.

My c.o.c.k erupts like a volcano, and I spurt what seems to be a gallon of s.p.u.n.k up into Harriet"s waiting v.a.g.i.n.a. She moans a little when she feels the flood. But she giggles when I remove my exhausted p.e.c.k.e.r and the come runs out of her c.u.n.t onto the brand-new mattress. Luckily it is covered with plastic.

Harriet and I both collapse on the mattress and lie there for a moment or two, trying to regain our senses. Her perfectly nude body is covered with sweat, and I lie there admiring it. Then we get up and dress. We change the plastic on the mattress so that there is no evidence of our f.u.c.k romp. Then we say good night.

Harriet tells me that she has a s.h.i.tty home life, and that our meetings help to reduce the stress in her life. We meet in the stockroom several times a week, and you can bet your sweet a.s.s that I will not be looking for another job any time soon.

-R.W., Los Angeles, California.

Raunchy Reunion.

My husband and I have recently become Forum subscribers. Since we both enjoy reading other people"s stories so much, I thought I would write about an interesting experience we had before we got married.

We met during our last year at a midwestern university, and it wasn"t long before we were living together (much to the distress of my parents) and enjoying a very exciting s.e.x life. At the end of the term Phil had to go home to work on his parents" farm. We were both very upset, and neither of us was sure we would ever see each other again. But leave he did, and I have never felt so miserable and alone in all my life. E-mail and phone calls became the focus of my life, and some of these were pretty hot and raunchy. However, a virtual boyfriend wasn"t going to cut it. I needed to feel his warmth and to feel him f.u.c.k me as only he could.

In the end neither of us could stand it any longer, and finally he booked himself on a flight back to where I was. I was really excited and wanted to show him how enthusiastic I was about having him back. I borrowed a big overcoat from one of my friends, and did a bit of shopping for some special items. I painted my fingernails his favorite color, and carefully shaved my p.u.s.s.y, leaving just a little patch of hair above my c.l.i.t. I love to have a shaved p.u.s.s.y, since it looks so much s.e.xier, and gives us both a better view of the action!

So there I was, waiting for him at the airport looking like a hooker, all done up and wearing high heels, fishnet stockings, and an overcoat. That"s all I had on, unless you count the tiny little G-string and skimpy bikini top-neither of which left much to the imagination. I felt really s.e.xy, and my whole body cried out for his attention. I nearly died when he came out into the arrivals lounge. He was the best-looking man on the plane, and I was the one he was returning for! It felt so good when we hugged and kissed, and I could tell he was turned on by the way I looked. His c.o.c.k was bulging in his pants and he was rubbing it against my body. I thought I would help him along a bit more by giving him a quick flash of what I had on under the coat. His expression was priceless, and I could tell he wanted me there and then.

I had booked a hotel room near the airport, not wanting to wait out the long drive to our place, and going there in the shuttle bus we could hardly keep our hands off each other. No sooner had we gotten into the room than we dropped everything and started kissing and rubbing each other. I started undoing his shirt and tie while he took off my overcoat. I was very wet, and having me undress him wearing only a G-string and heels almost had him coming before we even started.

We had been away from each other too long to waste time with foreplay. I just wanted to have that c.o.c.k sliding in and out of my p.u.s.s.y, and to feel it buck and throb as it does when he comes. I didn"t have to wait long. He said he had been saving it up since he left a month ago, so when he exploded I was rewarded with the biggest load of come he had ever given me. He filled my p.u.s.s.y with his warm, wet j.i.s.m, so much of it that it was dripping out of me even while he was still inside. He kept grinding against me until his c.o.c.k got hard all over again, and a few minutes later he was f.u.c.king me harder than before, and I was just loving it. I don"t know whether anything would have made up for being separated from him, but this was certainly the best compensation I could think of. "Come on, baby, give it to me," I panted. "Give me every drop of your come." It wasn"t long before he let me have it, and my p.u.s.s.y again flowed over, drenching the hotel sheets with our cream.

Though neither of us had really had enough, we wanted to get home before dark, so we showered and dressed and hurriedly left the room, leaving room service to take care of the mess.

We were still h.o.r.n.y on the drive home, so we took turns driving and playing with each other. He would stroke the smooth skin of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s or play with my c.l.i.t with his fingers. I still hadn"t had the pleasure of having his beautiful c.o.c.k in my mouth, so when he took over the driving I soon had him unzipped and out in the open. His erect c.o.c.k stood there throbbing expectantly, its swollen head beckoning to me. It looked wonderful, but I knew it would taste and feel even better. I bent down to take it in my mouth, and I licked and sucked on it as though I was reunited with a long-lost friend. He was so hard in my mouth, and I was so wet, that we couldn"t wait anymore. Phil pulled over at the next rest area, and we headed for the women"s toilet, where we closed ourselves in a cubicle and f.u.c.ked each other to a standstill.

I guess I don"t need to tell you what happened when we finally arrived home. Let"s just say that whatever he had stored up over those long four weeks, I had taken away from him by the next morning. It was quite a feat, but I enjoyed every minute-or I should say every drop.

-K.D., Terre Haute, Indiana.

That Old Gal of Mine.

I recently had an experience that I can"t stop thinking about. A couple of weeks ago I went back to my hometown for a weekend visit, and I happened to run into an old girlfriend of mine named Jeannie. We talked a bit, and I invited her to come back to my hotel room for a drink.

Jeannie and I sat on the bed, sipping our drinks and talking about the old days. She looked even better than she had when we were going together. She"s about five-seven, blonde and green-eyed, with a slender body, good legs, and fabulous t.i.ts. After a couple of drinks I started to get aroused, and I felt that she was also. Finally I told her she was looking really good, and then I boldly asked her if she would show me her t.i.ts, for old times" sake.

I could see that the idea turned her on, but she didn"t agree right away. She started telling me about her current boyfriend, Peter, and how they were really serious and all. I told her I just wanted to look at them, to see if they were still as gorgeous as I remembered. Finally she said okay. She lifted up her shirt and took off her bra, revealing her awesome mounds, with their ruby-red nipples. She then put her shirt down again, but slowly. Then I asked her if I could touch one, just for a minute. She didn"t even pretend to object this time. She took off her shirt and I cupped one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then lowered my mouth and began sucking it. I flicked my tongue around the nipple and nibbled at it gently. When I stopped she was breathing heavily.

Jeannie then got up off the bed and asked if she could see my d.i.c.k. She said it was only fair. I slowly opened up my pants and pulled out my semihard member. She eyed it for a few seconds, then came over and dropped to her knees for a closer look. Then she took hold of it and lowered her head to it. I felt her silky lips kiss the head of my c.o.c.k, and her tongue flick around it as she removed my pants. She then engulfed my p.e.n.i.s and began to suck it. It was not long before I blew an intense stream of come into her mouth. She swallowed it down.

Jeannie then removed her pants and lay down on the other bed, saying that it was my turn. I lowered my head to her mound, breathing in the sweet odor of her p.u.s.s.y. I pulled the wet lips of her v.a.g.i.n.a open and began to eat her out. My tongue soon found her most sensitive spots, and I drove her to a wild o.r.g.a.s.m.

All that excitement got my p.e.n.i.s hard again. Jeannie asked me if I had a condom. Luckily I did, and I quickly got it and handed it to her. She then pushed me back onto the bed, placed the little foil package between her teeth, and tore it open. Then she lowered her head and sucked my d.i.c.k for a few seconds to bring me to full erection. After I was fully hard she slid the condom carefully over my d.i.c.k. Once it was secured she knelt above me with a leg on either side of my body and slowly inserted my p.e.n.i.s inside her. As my d.i.c.k slid up into her wet, slippery hole she bounced up and down on it, taking more of it in each time. When she started to climax, I rolled her over and penetrated her completely, f.u.c.king her squirming p.u.s.s.y as her o.r.g.a.s.m intensified. She was still gasping when I felt my d.i.c.k pump out my joy-sauce.

After we cleaned up we relaxed and talked for a while. Jeannie told me that though she loved Peter, she had never had as good s.e.x with him as she"d had with me. I had the sense that she wanted to explore our relationship further, but I didn"t know if I was ready for that. We finally said good-bye, but ever since then I keep thinking about Jeannie, and wondering. Maybe I"ll call her one of these days. Or maybe not.

-L.E., Lubbock, Texas.

On the Beach.

Aaron and I had been avoiding the pa.s.sion we felt for each other ever since we had first met five years ago. When we saw each other in public we avoided even making eye contact, acting as if we didn"t even know each other. It was the safest way. We both had too many other commitments to get involved in an illicit affair.

Our meeting last week came as a complete surprise to both of us. I was walking out the door of a summer home I was helping to sell for a family member. I had been scheduled to show it to a prospective buyer, but he had never arrived. Until now.

He walked up onto the porch, looking the place over, and he didn"t see me coming out until we almost collided in the doorway. When I realized it was him, I went rigid with shock. It was as though time stood still as we stared into each other"s eyes. Both of us were struggling with our feelings, trying to get a handle on the moment and decide what to do. There were no neighbors for miles around, no one to see the pa.s.sion and emotion running between us, but still we lingered only a moment in the entranceway before moving inside, letting the screen door close behind us. The room seemed too hot; it was difficult to take a breath. Aaron seemed to recover his equanimity first. He asked if I wanted to take a walk on the beach.

Of course I said yes. Just looking into his eyes made me think about kissing him, made me think about the fantasies I had played in my mind a thousand times. I thought the tension between us would ease when we were on the beach, but even there all I could think of was lying naked with him on the dunes, and I was pretty sure that his thoughts were the same as mine. There had been no opportunity to prepare for this little outing, and now there was no time to worry about what the outcome would be.

The sky was blue and the air warm, the perfect lovers" afternoon. Trying to act natural with each other, we began a playful game of tag; but almost immediately it seemed to turn into a hot, sensuous session of foreplay. Finally I couldn"t go on, and I dropped to my knees on the sh.o.r.eline, letting the water wash up over my body, soaking my bright yellow T-shirt and white shorts. Too late I realized how I must look, soaking wet, my clothes plastered to me, my nipples poking boldly through the thin, drenched shirt. Or had I unconsciously planned it that way?

Slowly I got to my feet as he moved closer to me. I could feel the pounding of my heart. Looking at him now, at the set of his jaw, at the expression in those captivating blue eyes, I knew that this was the moment I had dreamed about during so many restless nights. Nothing could stop it now, and there was no use in resisting any more.

Without another word from either of us, I slowly and hesitantly pulled Aaron"s pants down to his knees. I was shocked at the size of his rock-hard c.o.c.k. Not wanting to let this surprise show in my face, I did what I had been longing to do from the first time I had met him years ago, and so often since. I sank down to my knees again and ran my tongue from his b.a.l.l.s to the tip of his c.o.c.k, which felt hot and pulsing against my lips. I slid him gently into my mouth, taking every inch of him, licking and sucking until I could feel his c.o.c.k beginning to tickle the back of my throat. Releasing him then, I sucked his b.a.l.l.s, licked his staff, licked and sucked the head of his c.o.c.k, until his knees got weak and he dropped beside me on the sand.

Now we scrabbled to undress each other, tossing our clothes carelessly to either side. As if with one accord we swiftly moved into a 69 position, and now there was no stopping us. Again I had his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s in my mouth, and hearing him voice the pleasure I was giving him fired my desire a hundredfold.

I moaned around his c.o.c.k when I felt him touch my p.u.s.s.y. Slowly, teasingly, he rubbed his fingertip just inside my silky c.u.n.t lips. I knew he could see and feel my p.u.s.s.y become wetter with every movement of his finger. He slid his index finger slowly, deeply inside me while he gently rubbed my c.l.i.t with his thumb. I responded by bucking my hips, feeling the pa.s.sion build up. But just as I was on the edge, he slowed and stopped.

Deciding to do a little teasing of my own, I took just the head of his c.o.c.k in my mouth again, rolling my tongue around it and sucking slowly, then faster and faster. I could feel his body start to tense, and when his b.a.l.l.s looked like they were ready to explode, I stopped. I teased him further by running my fingers lightly around his shaft while letting my open mouth hover just over the tip, caressing it with my warm breath.

Aaron now began to slide his tongue up and down my hot and very wet p.u.s.s.y lips, lapping them faster and faster. Then he stuck that tongue deep into my hole, licking up my juices and sucking them in as though he was trying to drain me dry. If this was a contest, I felt I could hold out longer than he could, but I didn"t want to have to prove it right now. I just wanted that throbbing c.o.c.k. With a moan I slid it so deep into my mouth that I swallowed the head. Then I began sucking him so hard my jaws ached. I heard low guttural sounds coming from his throat, and I knew he couldn"t hold out much longer.

But Aaron had other plans. He pulled his c.o.c.k from my mouth and turned around, crouching over me as I lay on my back. He covered my right breast with his hot mouth, sucking at the nipple and nibbling it playfully, with just enough gentle pressure to start my c.u.n.t throbbing in antic.i.p.ation of what was to come. He licked and sucked on both my b.r.e.a.s.t.s until my nipples felt hard as iron, and yet fragile enough to shatter. Then he moved down over my stomach, his wet tongue making little circles on my belly. I squirmed under his lips. My p.u.s.s.y was crying for his renewed touch, but his downward progress was so teasingly slow that I felt I would lose my sanity. When I felt his breath on my c.u.n.t lips my whole body went rigid. Without touching me with anything but the tip of his tongue, he very lightly licked at my c.l.i.t. I cried out and arched my body, trying to jam myself against his mouth. I moaned again with disappointment when he took it away.

But now Aaron lowered his body over mine, and I caught my breath in the intensity of my excitement as he parted my p.u.s.s.y lips with his hot c.o.c.k. I couldn"t believe this was finally happening, that the aching dreams of all those years were really coming true. As his wonderful c.o.c.k sank deeper and deeper, filling me up like nothing had ever done before, I thanked heaven for this blessing, however temporary it may have been.

Aaron was very slow and gentle at first, giving both of us the opportunity to savor the sensations we were feeling and the pleasure of what we were doing, his movements gradually building in speed and power. When he pulled my legs up over his shoulders it was like letting the horse out of the gate. I began thrusting my hips back at him so I could feel that c.o.c.k moving deeper inside my wet, hot, juicy p.u.s.s.y. Every nerve in my body seemed to be connected to my v.a.g.i.n.a, which began to pulse around his c.o.c.k, tightening on it and releasing it at such a fast pace that the friction seemed to make my p.u.s.s.y lips hotter and hotter. My body tensed one last time as I screamed out his name and grabbed his hips, pulling him as close to me-and as deep inside me-as possible.

Aaron"s body became rigid. The veins in his neck pulsed and the sweat was pouring off his gorgeous body, falling onto my stomach and forming a pool in my belly b.u.t.ton. Then, with a throaty growl, he pulled his c.o.c.k almost all the way out of me, then slammed it back into my p.u.s.s.y with such force that when he shot his hot load deep into my c.u.n.t I came again.

For a long time we lay there on the sand, saying nothing, just holding each other. But we knew it couldn"t last. Slowly and regretfully we allowed our bodies to part, and lay side by side watching the sun set in the water. I didn"t know if this would ever happen again, but even if it didn"t, I knew I would carry it with me for the rest of my life.

-T.O., Santa Barbara, California.

Hard Lesson.

For years my husband and I have toyed with the idea of having an open marriage. Though we are both very good in bed, and often had the urge to show off our skills to others, we never indulged our fantasy, because we thought we"d never find partners as good as we were. At least that"s what I told Ralph, my husband. But my real reason was that I just hadn"t found anyone else who could really whet my s.e.xual appet.i.te.

However, on a recent business trip to San Francisco I ran into an incredibly gorgeous younger man. I was attending a security conference, and although I had no objection to the idea of finding a cute guy to keep me company, most of the people there were either women or older men, and I wasn"t interested in either. But when I spotted this guy I knew immediately that if there was ever anybody I wanted to cheat on my husband with, this was the one. He was about twenty-five, tall and slender, yet muscular, and he had a beard, a feature I always find attractive.

However, since I"m usually somewhat shy around good-looking men, I wasn"t sure how to approach him. But that night, after the conference, I went down to the hotel lounge for a happy-hour drink, and there, sitting at a table with two other men, was the hunk. After fortifying myself with a quick martini, I approached the table and asked if I could join them. They all a.s.sented eagerly. I a.s.sumed that was because I was looking good, with my sheer black blouse clinging softly to my sizable b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

We all introduced ourselves. The fellow I liked was named Steve, and the more I stared at him the s.e.xier he looked. We drank and talked for a while, and then Steve asked us all if we wanted to go someplace to dance. Everyone declined but me. My panties were already wet, and I couldn"t wait to be alone with him.

We went to a local club, and found that we both loved to dance. We boogied ourselves into near exhaustion, and I felt that he was almost as attracted to me as I was to him.

Then, in the middle of a slow number, our eyes locked. He grabbed my arm firmly and led me off the floor. When we got to our table he kissed me hungrily. He started talking about how beautiful I was and how incredible my eyes were, but I barely heard what he was saying. All I could think of was getting him into bed.

We left the club immediately. When we got to the car, he pressed me against it and started kissing my neck and b.r.e.a.s.t.s pa.s.sionately. I thought he was going to f.u.c.k me in the middle of the parking lot! But I managed to get him into the car and back to his dark hotel room, where the real fun and games began.

We were stripping before we even got the door to his room closed. And before I knew it we were on the bed, my legs straddling his strong neck as he stroked his tongue in, out of, and around my v.a.g.i.n.a like there was no tomorrow. From the look in his blue eyes I could tell that he enjoyed what he was doing, and boy, was he good at it! When he finally finished, he looked like Santa Claus, his beard covered with my juices.

Then he whipped out his fat c.o.c.k and f.u.c.ked me with it long and hard. I thought I was going to die of exhilaration, because I had never been f.u.c.ked so hard for so long. His endurance was amazing, and when he did finally come, I exploded with him in ecstasy. But he needed more, and within seconds he had turned me over and was banging my tight a.s.s. My husband always says I have the type of sweet, round a.s.s that all men crave. Steve certainly seemed to enjoy it, and so did I. He brought me to o.r.g.a.s.m twice more before he came in my behind, and then he ate me again. This man really did love to eat p.u.s.s.y.

Afterward we both fell asleep. I was exhausted. I had come more in that one night than I did on my entire honeymoon!

After that we got together a few more times, and the s.e.x was always great. But it made me realize that I didn"t really want to have an open marriage. I need love and s.e.x together. My husband is the best lover I"ve ever had, and while that night with Steve was the most ravenously pa.s.sionate ever, I seriously doubt that I"ll ever find anyone better, so I probably won"t even try.

On the other hand, I do have another conference next weekend...

-Name and address withheld.

Honey-Soaked Dreams.

It was only my third date with Bill. We were sitting on the couch in his apartment, watching television, when we started kissing-first casually, then more pa.s.sionately. Our hands wandered all over each other"s body, and Bill"s probing tongue in my mouth had my p.u.s.s.y puckering. I was hotter and wetter than I had been in a long time. If anyone had told me before that evening that a kiss could make me so h.o.r.n.y, I would never have believed them.

After a while Bill stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into his bedroom. The place looked like something out of a movie. His mattress was on the floor, with his headboard propped up against the wall. There was a dim "Bud Light" sign hanging at the foot of the bed.

Slowly but confidently, Bill began to undress me. If I live to be a hundred I will never forget the feeling of pa.s.sion that rushed through my body. He took off my blouse and bra, then bent down to flick his tongue across my erect nipples. I figured I might as well do for him what he was doing for me, so I began to unb.u.t.ton his shirt. We went on undressing each other, stopping frequently for pa.s.sionate kisses and caresses. I trembled as he pulled my panties down, and as I stepped out of them his fingers stroked across my wet p.u.s.s.y, making me moan.

When his pants and shorts were off, I noted with excitement that his erect d.i.c.k was perfectly shaped and hard as steel. I couldn"t wait to get my lips around it and feed on his oozing and tasty meat.

I sank to my knees on the floor, gazing at that lovely staff that was beckoning to me. I took it into my mouth, licking and sucking as I twirled my tongue around that truly delectable d.i.c.k. I could hear his moans of approval. Knowing I was pleasing him made my p.u.s.s.y wetter than ever. Bill"s hips were moving, thrusting his meat deeper into my throat. I sucked harder as I heard him pant and moan, and then I felt his hands on my head as he spurted uncontrollably, filling my mouth with his hot thick come. My c.u.n.t quivered with excitement and my whole body pulsated. I ached to come!

Bill helped me to my feet and led me over to the floor mattress. I lay down on my back, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving with my heavy breathing. Bill joined me on the mattress. He kissed my panting mouth, then my neck. His head moved down, his tongue traveling over my entire body. He sucked me from my erect nipples down to my toes. Just as I was about to explode, he spread my legs and rammed his hot c.o.c.k deep into my moist hole.

Within seconds my whole body became tense, while come poured like warm honey from my p.u.s.s.y onto the sweat-soaked sheets. I could not hold back my screams of pleasure. They drowned out Bill"s moans as he shot his load up inside me.

My legs were still shaking when I became aware of Bill running his hands lovingly over my body and murmuring in my ear how much he loved watching me have an o.r.g.a.s.m. His gentle caresses lulled me into an exhausted sleep. My last conscious thought was how wonderful and thrilling this experience had been.

I was awakened by a strange voice saying, "Holy s.h.i.t!"

Startled, I opened my eyes to see a man I didn"t recognize standing in the bedroom doorway. Then I became conscious of the fact that the bedsheet was barely covering my nipples, and that my bare legs were exposed entirely.