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The Christmas Party

“What are you doing?” Mark yelled over the sound of the music playing in the main office.

He liked Cindy and usually kept an eye on her. Cindy loved to wear short skirts, and he loved to watch her in them. She had a killer set of legs, and a perfect ass just made for licking.

When he saw Cindy enter the copy room with a glass of wine, and a peculiar expression on her face, he followed. She was sitting on the copy machine. Her short, checkered skirt showed an ample portion of her firm, meaty thighs. Mark moved closer, ogling the expanse of exposed female flesh. She was a hot woman.

Cindy kicked her feet happily, dropping her high-heeled shoes as she finished her wine. She tossed the glass to Mark and giggled when he tried to catch it. After fumbling for a heart-stopping moment, he held it against his chest, trying not to spill his own drink.

“Making a copy,” she yelled with her eyes closed and a crazy expression on her face.

She opened her blue eyes and looked at him with a challenging expression, then reached down for the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up to her waist, while wiggling her butt from side to side. When the dress sat in a ring around her sweet ass, she reached down and yanked her white panties down and kicked them to him with a stocking-encased foot.

He caught them and glanced at them in wonder, then slid them inside his suit pocket for closer inspection later. He moved around directly in front of Cindy to get a beaver shot. She smiled at him and pressed the copy button. The bright light of the copy machine outlined her ass and pussy like no other light could. He took a deep, shuddering breath and looked on in wonder. It was very erotic, getting a close-up beaver shot of the most beautiful and hard to get woman in the office. She fucked nobody. And there it was, the coveted pussy of the sweetest girl he had ever know. Her soft thighs and brown hair were very erotic. His manhood throbbed, making an obvious tent in the front of his pants. But Cindy didn’t seem to notice.

Cindy watched the machine photocopy her ass. She reached down and pulled the first copy from the bin, and handed it to Mark.

“Would you eat that?” she demanded in drunken outrage.

“Oh hell yes,” he gasped, looking at the inflated picture of her ass, and her large-lipped pussy. It was extremely erotic.

“I have left these pictures at the last five Christmas parties, but nobody could ever identify them. Do you know why?”

“Because there are over 75 women here?”

“No, because nobody has seen it before. Know why?”

“Why?”

“I haven’t been fucked in over a year. Nobody here wants to fuck me.”

“Bullshit. Everybody here wants to fuck you, including me. But we know that you won’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You haven’t dated anybody in the office, or the entire building, for that matter.”

“Nobody asked me but complete assholes. I don’t date assholes,” she said, looking at the growing pile of pictures. “Maybe I should sign them.”

“No! No, Cindy, don’t do that. They will fire you.”

“Yeah, but I could get fucked.”

“I will be happy to fuck you,” Mark said with a great deal of restraint.

“You will? Right here on the machine?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want,” he said uncertainly.

“I do. I want pictures,” she said, shutting off the machine.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, raising her legs and bending her knees.

She rested her feet on the glass of the machine. Mark gave the glass a worried look, then hurriedly began tearing off his clothes. He approached Cindy with his cock wagging in front of him like a great white tail.

“Oh look, he’s so cute,” she said, looking down at his cock.

Mark was so close that he was touching her bent legs now. He could smell her expensive perfume, and the aroma of her pussy. This was a dream come true. Wait until he told the guys that he’d had Cindy. They wouldn’t believe it until he showed them pictures. Lot’s of pictures.

Cindy slid her pussy forward toward the edge of the machine. He heard the machine creak and crack as she shifted her weight. Mark watched and worried, until she settled into place. Her dark, large pussy lips were now directly in front of him. They were so damned erotic. He liked large pussy lips.

He pressed his shaft between the hot moist lips and pushed lightly. He penetrated her steamy pussy with no problem. After pushing in and out slightly, he slowly sank his manhood completely up inside her. She shivered and held on to his neck, looking into his face like a happy, trusting puppy.

“That feels good,” she sighed.

“Oh hell yes,” he said as he slowly pumped in and out of her pussy. “That feels like heaven,” he moaned. She gave him a cute, happy smile and leaned back against the wall. She released his neck and used her hands to help support her weight. Mark reached down and pressed the “copy” button. He could feel the heat on his cock as the light came on. It was funny, he didn’t know a copier made heat.

“Oh yes,” she gasped with her eyes closed. “I love the heat and I can feel the vibration all though my ass,” she said with a slight smile. “It feels wonderful.”

Mark had to agree. With her wet pussy grasping the entire length of his cock and trying to hold it inside, it was a very tight fit. Part of this might have been because of the way she was sitting, but it made her the tightest fuck he had ever experienced. She was awesome, just as he had always dreamed she would be.

“Open your blouse,” Mark whispered. Her eyes fluttered open.

She looked at him as if she had never seen him before. Then with a little smile of recognition, she reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse. With a little twisting and turning, she managed to open her blouse and lift her breasts out of her bra. They looked enormous and beautiful. The lacey black bra held the aloft, ready to be sucked.

Unfortunately, Mark could not fuck her hot pussy, and suck her wonderful breasts at the same time. He contented himself with reaching out and holding the firm globes in his hands. They were very firm and hot against his fingers. She moaned and withered at his gentle touch. When he brushed the palms of his hands across her stiff nipples, she shuddered and gave a little kitten sigh. She closed her eyes and held his hands in place.

Her open, welcoming legs began to slowly move back and forth. He leaned down and licked her knee, while maintaining his slow, methodical strokes. She was very juicy now. Part of her lubricant was dripping down on the glass of the copy machine. Her pussy was very slick and wet inside, which made it feel wonderful on his throbbing cock. He stroked in and out, while she moaned softly with her eyes closed. Mark was afraid that she would fall asleep. He wouldn’t mind much, but he wanted to make her cum. If her fuck was memorable, she might let him fuck her again.

“Harder,” she said, suddenly opening her eyes. Again she looked at him with a little surprise.

“My name is Mark,” he whispered, thinking of how ludicrous it was to introduce yourself in the middle of a fuck. But she was drunk and he wanted her to remember him. She was really heating up now. She hunched her pussy against his stroking cock, anticipating each stroke and meeting it with a mighty thrust from her pussy. She was beginning to speed him up.

“Yes, Mark,” she said in a dreamy voice. “Mark from graphics and design,” she said, surprising him. He didn’t know that she was aware that he even existed.

“Mark who stares at me all day and tries to get a beaver shot. Mark who follows me to the drinking fountain,” she said, beginning to grow excited. He was getting worried now. What was she leading up to, an orgasm or a screaming fit. He was so close to his own orgasm that he wouldn’t have quit for anything.

“Mark who loves my cute little ass and fucks me on the copy machine,” she said in a loud voice.

“Oh Mark,” she screamed, suddenly grabbing him and holding his body as her orgasm began.

He pumped his cock into her juicy pussy faster, bringing on his own orgasm.

“Oh yes,” she screamed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she howled, bucking against his pelvis with her wet mound.

She locked her ankles behind his ass, and held him in place, while he jerked and vibrated against him. His big cock pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her open pussy, and she gladly accepted it.

The hot cream inside her made her feel even more wonderful. Her legs closed, firmly clamping on each side of his body. With flesh against flesh, they became one heaving, struggling being of extreme pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her knee, while holding her legs firmly in his arms. They were soft and beautiful to the touch. The dark band of stocking on her thighs was very erotic. The pussy and light patch of hair, beneath her raised skirt was awesomely beautiful. He would definitely remember this moment.

Gradually, she began to quiet. Panting and jerking slightly against him with aftershocks, she looked frantically in his eyes. He didn’t know what she was looking for, or if she had found it. She pulled him forward into a kiss. He didn’t struggle, of course. Unlike most guys, he liked to kiss and snuggle after sex. And he wanted to thank the beautiful, if drunk, woman who had given him such pleasure, and such a pleasant memory.

Slowly she relaxed and released his head. He stood back and pulled out of her pussy, suddenly growing aware of the hum and harsh light of the copy machine. Cindy blinked as she watched the white light outlining his face. She looked down and turned off the copier.

“Oh, I want this one,” she said, holding up a picture of his cock pulling out of her pussy. He felt a little embarrassed at the picture, but very proud of what he had accomplished.

“You had better dress. It sounds like the party is breaking up,” he said, still worried about the glass on the copy machine. She gave him a sweet smile and extended a hand. He ignored the hand, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the machine, amid a lot of happy giggles. He sat her quietly on her feet and kissed her again. He was surprised to see that she was close to his own size. He liked women who were his own size, they were easy to fuck in the shower. They dressed, finishing just as the music died outside. There was still a little chatter from guests, but the Christmas party of 2002 was officially over. Mark grew aware of Cindy grunting and tapping papers into place.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Getting ready to pass these out. You take shipping and acquisitions, I will take the executive offices. One goes in each inbox, she said, pulling him forward. He looked down to see a picture of Cindy’s pussy, and his balls, with his cock fully inserted. He blushed, then looked at the next picture. They were all pretty much the same.

“Ok,” he said with a sigh.

“I’ll see you when I run out of copies,” he turned toward the blue collar section of the building.

Few people noticed them hurrying out of the room, and even fewer people would remember anything the next day. Once again an annual, traditional “who’s pussy is this” campaign would baffle eager, bug-eyed men, giving Christmas a whole new meaning.

 



The Break In

Steve Morrison awoke to a sound resembling a giggle which, of course, was impossible at two o’clock in the morning. They had no kids so it must have been part of a fleeting dream or memory.

The next sound was clearly tapping on the front door. He glanced at Martha, she was sleeping, which was no great surprise. She had once slept through a 4.5 earthquake and refused to believe there was an quake until she saw it on the news. Nothing woke Martha short of 10 minutes of shaking and prodding, not even sex.

He considered waking her to tell her that he had heard a noise, then growled in disgust and drew the .38 pistol from the night stand. Trying to still his shaking hand, he crept from the bedroom in his double-wide trailer and entered the living room.

Every shadow was deep and ominous, every noise raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He swallowed nervously with his hand on the light switch, then slowly withdrew it.

He stood for a moment looking around, then heard a noise again. Yes, it was the front, but not the door it was the window. He squinted at the curtain for some indication of who was outside, but the only streetlight in the neighborhood was at the back of the house. He couldn’t see a thing. Suddenly the windows thumped slightly and gently slid aside. Steve was breathing harshly now, not sure if he should shout at the burglar, or wait for him to enter.

His mind raced at the possibilities. The thief could have a gun, and there could be several of them. If he was killed they would certainly kill Martha too. She would never know what hit her. Of course he could simply open fire now, but the law frowned on people shooting a thief while he was still outside.

Why? Steve had no earthly idea, probably because they had never been in his position.

Steve grabbed the pistol in both hands to keep it from shaking so badly and slid down the wall until he was squatting on the floor. His knees were too weak to stand. He had never been so frightened in his life. Then it happened, the curtain moved aside and one body entered the room. In a moment a second followed and Steve was suddenly outnumbered.

“Open the door so we can get out fast,” a harsh voice whispered in the darkness. Steve squinted in the direction of the voice, but the people were now shrouded in shadows.  He was surprised that they couldn’t hear his terrified breathing coming from his side of the room. It was loud in his own ears.

He wanted to just open fire and end the suspense once and for all, but what if he didn’t kill them? What if he didn’t hit anything at all. Then they would be armed and he wouldn’t. And suppose he needed more ammo? Why didn’t he think to bring more.

He heard the click of the deadbolt, then the doorknob rattled. In a moment a small light came on and shined around the far side of the room. Steve was too terrified to speak out, but he knew they would find him soon. He had to do something.

The sound of a gun being cocked was horrifyingly loud. Steve realized it was his pistol, he had pulled back the hammer.

“Freeze or your dead meat,” he finally whispered. He couldn’t believe he’d said that, it was like something out of a bad movie. But it was all he could think of at the time.

“Shit!” a voice said and the light was flashed in his eyes.

“Drop the light or die!” he said, rather proud of his new line. Could they see how terrified he was? Probably not from that distance. Should he shoot now? They might be lining up their own guns at him while the light was in his eyes.

“Shit, mister, don’t shoot,” a distinctively female voice whispered as the light suddenly shined on the ceiling.

“Oh God, I can’t believe this,” another female said.

“Girls?” Steve asked in relieved wonder.

“No shit,” a voice said from the dark. Steve stood and flipped on the light. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only were they girls, but he knew them. They only lived about half a mile away in the next trailer park. Both were in their late teens or early twenties. They used to walk by his house every day until they graduated. Hell, they had even talked to Martha a few times on the way by.

“What the hell are you doing?” he realized how stupid the question was after he asked it.

“We came to clean?” the black-haired girl said with a shrug and a frightened smile.

“This is a fucking nightmare,” the cute blonde said. She dropped a pillow case on the floor and slid down to sit on the
hearth.

“What I mean is why should you steal? You’re both young and beautiful, you sure as hell don’t look like thieves.”

The blonde gave a grunt of disgust. “Because we’re young and pretty, but we’re also hungry and can’t find jobs. It came down to stealing, starving, or selling pussy. I don’t plan on selling my pussy for food and dying of aids.”

Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe any of it.

“Call the cops and get it over with,” the cute blonde said, leaning back against the hearth.

“If you go to jail any chance at a normal life will be over,” Steve said as he moved to the phone. “What a fucking waste,” he said, looking at them again with a shake of his head.

“Hey mister, maybe we can work something out,” the black-haired girl said with a shaky smile. The blonde glanced up at her, then quickly at Steve with a hopeful look. It took Steve a moment understand what they were driving at, then his eyes widened.

“We have a hell of a lot to offer, I would be more than willing,” the cute blonde said. She looked Steve over from head to toe, then smiled. “What about it? We do anything and you forget you ever saw us?”

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed. He glanced at the bedroom, then back at the two girls. He was nearly forty and never considered screwing a young teen again. For him, that part of his life was over. Now he was being offered every man’s dream, right there in his living room. And the best part was, he had them over a barrel, he could demand anything he wanted and they would do it.

“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully. “But it would have to be something really spectacular. Otherwise I’ll just call the cops and go back to bed.”

“Anything,” the black-haired girl said with a toss of her head. Her answer was definitely a challenge.

“You name it and we’ll do it, as long as you promise to forget you ever saw us,” the cute blonde said as she stood.

“Anything?”

“Yeah, what do you have in mind mister Morrison?” the blonde asked while unbuttoning her shirt.

“No, not here,” Steven said, glancing at the bedroom. “I have a guest bedroom at the other end of the house… wait a minute,” he glanced at the bedroom door again and a sly smile lit his face. “I know exactly what I want.”

Steve looked the blonde over carefully and nodded. She had short hair, similar to his, and a skinny body. In the dark she could be mistaken for him, under the blankets.

“Have you ever eaten another woman?” he asked the blonde.

“No,” she glanced at the black-haired girl, then back at Steve with a significant glance.

“Well this will be your first time then. I want you to eat my wife while she’s asleep. I do it all the time, she never wakes up until her orgasm, then she just moans and goes back to sleep again.”

“Me? No way!”

“You know the alternative,” he said, looking at the phone. The blonde gave him a desperate look, then glanced at her friend.

Steve realized that she might be willing, but she was afraid of what her friend would think or say.

“You,” he pointed at the black-haired beauty, “will eat her while she’s eating my wife.”

“I can’t eat Linda, she’s my best friend,” the black-haired girl said.

“Look girls,” Steve slipped the pistol into the pocket of his pajamas, “this is the only chance I’ll get at this. It’s been my dream for my entire life to watch two girls making love. Now I’ve got my chance. What we need to do is to promise each other that what happens tonight never leaves this room. That goes for me and each of you. Understand Linda?” he asked the cute blonde.

She nodded. “And you…”

“Karen,” the black-haired girl said hopelessly.

“And you Karen?”

“I suppose. But how can you guarantee that you won’t tell on us later?”

“Tell what? That I made you eat my wife while she was asleep? Get serious. How long do you think my marriage would last if anyone found out?”

“Do you want to try, Linda?” Karen asked hopefully.

“I can try, but I’m no lesbian. I’m not guaranteeing I can go through with it.”

“Same here. You couldn’t get us drunk first, could you?”

“It would take too long, and I don’t think you’d find it all that disgusting. Almost every girl tries it at least once, this is your chance,” Steve said as he cracked the door and looked in the bedroom. Martha had not moved.

“Ok girls, get undressed. If you need to wash… anything, the other bathroom is down there. I’m not worried about you running off, since I know where you live and your prints are all over the house.”

“You’re a real gentleman,” Linda said as she headed toward the bathroom.

Karen went to the couch and started undressing. “I just took a shower,” she said with a nervous smile.

She began unbuttoning her blouse. When Steve watched in anticipation, she turned half away. He sat at the dining room table and realized that he was shaking again, but this time from anticipation. He couldn’t believe his luck. Finally, he would get what he had been lusting after for all these years. And not only that, but they would do Martha, so he could remember each time he made love. It was the biggest turn-on he could think of, knowing that a woman had been between her legs before.

Linda came padding back from the bathroom, now stripped down to her panties and bra. She watched Karen undressing, then reached behind her back and undid her bra. She casually tossed it over next to Karen’s clothes. Karen took off her own bra and stood with her arms across her chest. Linda giggled and pushed her panties down by two thumbs in her waistband. Karen reluctantly followed her example.

Steve sat transfixed by the sight of so much young female flesh. The whole scene seemed unreal. He glanced from the long haired beauty, back to the really cute blonde. He swallowed several times, with his heart trying to beat out of his chest.

“You girls are so beautiful,” he said with an excited sigh.

“Yeah, we are, aren’t we,” Linda said with a smile. “Your wife ain’t bad either, I’ve seen her in a short skirt bending over to get groceries out of the trunk. It made my nipples hard.”

“I rarely notice any more,” Steve said honestly. But she was right, Martha had been awesomely beautiful when they got married, and she was still a good looking woman, even at 35.

“Let’s do this before I lose my nerve,” Karen said.

She was still standing with her arms across her chest. Linda was standing with complete unconcern and composure. Despite the circumstances Steve was beginning to like and admire her. She was cute, sassy, and looked so delicious. He couldn’t wait to sample her sweetmeats. Or the dark beauty standing next to her for that matter.

“Right,” Steve said breathlessly, “come on,” he motioned them forward. Linda stepped out immediately, Karen followed reluctantly.

Steve hushed them and closed the door so only the night light showed in the room. Martha’s light brown hair was scattered across her pillow.

She was sleeping facing her side of the room. Steven motioned for the girls to stand back in the dark area by the door, then crawled up on the bed. He put one hand across Martha’s body and bent down to whisper in her ear.

“Sweetheart, I’m horny. Roll over on your back,” he said and moved back. Martha slowly rolled over on her back with her eyes still closed. Steve lifted her silky nightgown and pulled her panties down, as he had a hundred times before. Martha lifted up slightly to assist him, but Steve was not worried, he knew she was asleep. How many times had he made love to Martha in her sleep? Most of the time, in fact. She said it gave her great dreams. Well this experience would give him the great dreams, if everything went well.

Steve tossed the white panties on the floor and motioned Linda and Karen forward. Linda crawled up on the bed without hesitation. Steve suddenly realized that Linda had made love to a woman before, otherwise even she would have been more hesitant.

She didn’t hesitate in the least, she laid full length between Martha’s legs and gently pushed the filmy nightgown up to her abdomen, revealing the neatly trimmed brown triangle of hair and the bare pussy below. She kissed Martha’s inner thigh and Martha sighed and smiled. Linda kissed the other thigh, only an inch from Martha’s pussy, then bent down and sniffed Martha’s sex. She placed her puckered lips against Martha’s pussy and kissed it gently, then began licking methodically.

The liquid sound of Linda’s tongue in Martha’s pussy was the only sound in the room. Steve looked at Karen, standing uncertainly at the end of the bed, and slid off the bed to join her.

“Go ahead,” he urged, looking at Linda’s inviting ass and spread legs.”

“I… I can’t,” Karen whispered earnestly.

“Would you like me to get you hot first?”

“Please,” she begged, knowing that she couldn’t go through with it otherwise.

“Ok. Just kneel here at the end of the bed, with your face close to Linda’s sweet little ass. I’ll lay on the floor underneath you and eat you. If you feel like doing her, go ahead. If not, try to finger her until she comes. Ok?”

“Ok, thanks.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, why?”

“Because I want to do you from behind in a little while.

That way I can watch you if you do Linda, and I can watch her do my wife.”

“Ok. I am getting a little horny, watching Linda do your wife,” she reluctantly admitted.

“Me too,” Steve smiled and placed her hand on his raging hard-on.

“Oh, it’s… it’s big,” she swallowed nervously.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. You can handle it, believe me.”

“I guess. I kind of wish I could see it, I’ve never seen a grown man before.”

“You can look all you want when we go back in the living room, ok?”

“Ok,” she smiled sweetly. She was so beautiful that Steve’s heart went out to her.

But he was so horny that he needed her to go through with it. He also needed her to finish her task for Linda’s sake. If she didn’t their friendship would definitely end tonight.

“Ok, sweetie, down on the end of the bed. I’ll lay on the floor beneath you.”

Linda was going at Martha’s pussy. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. Each slender hand was resting on one of Martha’s thighs, her cute little face was lapping eagerly in Martha’s crotch, while she laid with her knees bent, legs up in the air, bouncing them slightly as she ate. She almost looked like she was watching TV or doing her homework.

Steve wanted to dive right into that perfect little ass, but he had something more important and just as inviting to do. Karen was positioned between Linda’s legs now. She moved her face closer to Karen’s ass and sniffed experimentally, then turned her head to watch Steve. He nodded and laid on the floor behind her, then slid underneath as she lifted her ass off the floor. He took a moment to savor the pure beauty and pleasant smell before he touched those velvety lips for the first time.

He pressed his lips gently against the warm pussy and sucked as he shoved his tongue inside her. He moaned in pleasure at the first luscious taste of the young black-haired girl. He had not tasted anything so delicious since he and Margaret dated, almost fifteen years before. Nothing tasted as delicious as a virginal teen, NOTHING? He almost came in his pajamas. While the fragrant juices filled his mouth, he looked up at the small, firm tits above his face, pressed against the bed. He realized that Karen was finally eating Linda. He could tell by the way she rode his face and moved above him. He wanted to watch in the worst kind of way, but first he had to bring Karen to orgasm.

Steve knew that unlike men, women remained hot and horny after they came. Once he finished Karen, he could watch or participate wherever he wanted. His main concern was watching Martha getting eaten. He wanted to watch, savor the site, and remember it forever. Every time he looked at her pussy he wanted to remember that Linda had been there. He wanted to remember Linda’s lips against Martha’s wet pussy lips, her tongue up her vulva…

Steve realized that he was being brutally ridden by Karen as she started her orgasm. He pressed his tongue against her little bud and worked it brutally, making Karen pant and moan into Linda’s bare pussy. Karen finally pulled her mouth off Linda’s pussy and rested her nose in the crack of Linda’s ass as she came repeatedly on Steve’s mouth. She restrained her screams of joy, biting her lip brutally as the tongue worked up inside her. Finally, unable to take any more, she raise up and Steve pulled out, standing reluctantly behind Karen. The first thing he saw was Martha staring at him with a half-smile in her eyes.

“Oh shit,” Steve said hopelessly.

“Shhhh,” Linda warned, then saw Steve looking at Martha.

Linda looked up with a sheepish smile.

“Linda, why are you eating my pussy?” Martha asked practically.

“Because your husband told me too, Misses Morrison.”

“Why would you do that, Steven?”

“Ahhh… It seemed like a good idea, at the time, dear.”

“It’s a very pleasant surprise, I must admit. Linda, since you are down there anyway, can you finish me please?”

“Sure Misses Morrison. You taste really great,” Linda said enthusiastically and sealed her mouth over Martha’s pussy.

Martha closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned. Steve couldn’t take it any more. He had a huge painful hard-on that needed to sink into a deliciously warm hole. And Karen’s inviting little ass was sticking out in just the right position. He knelt behind her, placed his hands on her bare back and pressed his penis against her pussy. It was very wet after a good eating and he had no problem sliding into her wet mound. She stiffened and moaned, melting across Linda’s legs as Steve slowly pressed his meat farther inside her than she had ever felt anything before.

Just as she was about to scream for him to stop, his hips came into contact with her firm ass. She whimpered slightly as the huge prick began sliding in and out, slowly and methodically. In a moment she returned to Linda’s inviting little ass, licking and sucking on the little pouch presented so incitingly.

It was hard to concentrate on eating Linda when the massive piece of meat was filling her ass, clear to her abdomen.

“Oh Karen, you are so hot and tight,” Steve gasped loudly.

“Easy dear, don’t forget me,” Martha reminded him, then reached down to hold Linda’s face tight against her seething pussy. She felt the tongue delving up inside her and withered on the long, slender piece of meat. It was so fantastic, so erotic, seeing an absolutely perfect little doll eating her mound. She had fantasized about such things a thousand times, but would have never had the nerve to go through with it. Now, by some miracle, Steven had convinced the two most beautiful teens in the neighborhood to join them in bed. What a surprise. What a wonderful, magical fucking surprise.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” Martha sighed, gasping for breath.

“Go ahead, Misses Morrison, I’m ready,” Linda paused just long enough to respond, then began bathing the luscious mature pussy with long, firm strokes.

Martha’s ass raised up off the bed each time her tongue sliced through her mound. The sweet pussy had juiced up her face until it slid easily through the older woman’s crotch. Her pussy was so hot it radiated heat against her face. Linda had been eating for over fifteen minutes, while Martha was both sleeping and awake, and she would have a really big come. She firmly grabbed each leg to hold it in place and pressed her puckered lips over the clit.

She sucked it between her lips and nursed on it while her tongue pressed and rotated the little bud. Martha screamed and arched her back up off the bed. She began grunting like a wild animal in time with each humping stroke of her crotch. Linda rode out the brutal assault on her face, trying to keep her mouth in firm contact with the wild woman.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” Martha panted over and over, a little louder each time.

She ended with a long, drawn out scream of pleasure, mashing her sex against Linda’s sweet blonde face. Linda held her mouth in place, watching with a smile in her eyes. What a wonderful sight. She had made the beautiful older woman explode. She felt very powerful and extremely sexy.

The fire in her loins was about to explode, now that she could relax and enjoy her girlfriends mouthings. Linda knew it was hard to her to reach her pussy while lying on her stomach, so she gently turned over and laid with the back of her neck cushioned on Martha’s pelvis. Now she could watch her best friend eat her hot little box, and watch her get banged at the same time. Now that she had easy access, Karen began munching on Linda’s box with enthusiasm. She licked through the folds repeatedly. Her head bobbed with each stroke, her mouth mashed against Linda’s sex each time Steve slammed his huge prick into her tiny pussy.

Linda knew that Karen had only been with one or two other boys, and since Linda had also been screwed by them she knew they weren’t much. Both boys were small and thin. Steve had a huge manly prick that split Karen’s tiny pussy, making her feel every inch of it. Linda spread her legs wider and watched Karen sucking on her mound. She had one hand on each inner thigh, her eyes were closed and an expression of lust made her look even more beautiful than usual. Linda had fantasized about getting between Karen’s sweet little legs, but she had never imagined having Karen between hers. She planned to take full advantage of it in the future.

Karen’s tongue seemed to be snaking around inside her everywhere at one. She suddenly puckered her lips and sucked gently. Linda could hear the slurping sound of Karen milking her pussy. It was so stimulating. Her loins burned with a deep inner fire. She felt the liquid passion building to a climax. She closed her eyes and moaned as Karen’s tongue probed deep inside her, tongue fucking her briskly with small little strokes. She turned her face slightly and pressed her lips against Martha’s smooth inner thigh and sucked gently.

Martha reached down and gently smoothed Linda’s short blonde hair, waiting for the lovely girl to come. Although coming in the little girl’s mouth had been wonderful, she wanted to taste at least one of the beautiful teens before they left. She had not done anything like this since college. She watched Steve slapping his thighs against Karen’s skinny little ass. His face was screwed up in pleasure. His eyes were closed and face tipped down as he concentrated on his building orgasm.

Suddenly Steve began to come. He was immediately joined by Linda, so poor Karen was receiving a beating from both ends at once. She rode out the attack, keeping a firm grip on Linda’s thighs while Linda mashed her sex against her mouth. Linda suddenly closed her legs around Karen’s head, trapping her between her legs while she came.

Steve came hard and fast, as usual. He started grunting in a ever-louder series of little moans, then groaned long and loud as he shot his thick come into Karen’s little pussy. When he was done he wilted over her back. The viciousness of his passion was enough to belatedly start Karen’s own orgasm. She screamed into Linda’s pussy as wave after wave of boiling spasms racked her little body. It took her several minutes to recover from her second orgasm, then she moved so both Linda and Martha could change positions. Martha was very relieved, she was getting a cramp from laying in the same position too long.

Steve crawled up on the bed and kissed Martha soundly, while the two teens sat watching. When they finally broke off the kiss, Martha licked her lips and looked at Karen.

“You taste good, girl. Come up here and kiss me.”

Karen crawled up on the bed and kissed her without hesitation. Steve watched, beginning to feel a hard-on starting again. He had never seen Martha like this. It made her look much more sexy and desirable.

“Ummm, that’s good,” Martha whispered in Karen’s face. “Your turn,” she motioned Linda to sit on the other side of her. They kissed for a long time, exchanging tongues and caresses. Martha broke the kiss breathlessly, then smiled at the cute little blonde.

“You did me real good. I appreciate it. I’m dying to try you, just as soon as I get my strength back.”

“I can’t wait,” Linda smiled brightly.

“Are you girls spending the night, or do you have to go soon?” Martha asked, looking from one to the other. Both girls turned and looked at Steve. Steve colored as Martha gave him a questioning look.

“It’s up to your girls, whatever you want to do,” he said guiltily.

“What kind of arrangement did you make with them, Steven?”

“Why… well they needed money, so I offered to help them out in exchange for this little favor. There was no…”

“We have been dying to try something new,” Linda took over smoothly. “Steven offered to let us join you two and he’d help us out until we got back on our feet again.”

“You need help out,” Martha laughed, “I’ve seen that dump you girls live in. Why don’t we move you girls into the spare bedroom until you get back on your feet. Then you won’t have to pay rent or food. We can help you find jobs, if that’s what you want. Steven knows practically everybody around here.”

Steve gulped convulsively and nodded until his neck hurt. Martha squinted at him and raised a finger.

“That doesn’t mean you can just dip your wick whenever you feel like it Steven. Nothing happens unless you and I are both there. Understand?”

“Sure, Martha, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Fine. Then it’s all settled. Can four of us sleep in a king sized bed?” she asked, looking at the girls, and then measuring the bed with her eyes.

“We can sure try,” Linda said enthusiastically. “I get Steven’s side.”

“Fine by me,” Karen said, snuggling close to Martha. It was a tight fit, but they all made it.

“Night Steven,” Martha said as she turned off the light.

“Shhhh, I’m saying my prayers,” he whispered.

It looks to me like they’ve already been answered,” Martha said as she kissed Karen passionately.

“Hey, don’t touch that until I’m done” Steven suddenly said from his side of the bed.

“Ok, I’m done,” he said.

Linda giggled in the darkness.

 

My Spring Fling

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Carol started a new job this past week. So far everything has been going great and she feels as if she is adjusting to a very new environment. There just seems to be one obvious problem. Except for her boss, Mr. Zachary, the new office is full of nothing but younger women. Most are particularly good looking she notices. In fact, here it is Thursday and she finds herself walking out into the hallway from her office only to catch Mr. Zachary looking right at Ann, the youngest of the women in the office. Ann is slightly bent over the copier with her tight skirt practically molded to her backside. He is obviously admiring her long sexy legs as his head tilts downward then back up, his probing eyes following from her snug skirt down her well exposed thighs to her high heels, twice.

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