I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house
that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a “mental health”
day rather than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school,
so I had the house to myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the
front doorbell ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to answer
it.

“Hi Jim. Can I come in?”

It was Cindy, who had been my wife’s best friend. I couldn’t
imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn’t think
of a good reason not to let her in.

“Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and sat
down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm,
late Spring day and she had on a pair of shorts and a halter top which
did little to conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy
is 40, but you’d never know it. She has the body of a 20 year old and
she knows how to show it off. It used to bug Lana (my wife) sometimes
when she’d come over in one of her special outfits, but Lana didn’t have
anything to worry about in the looks department herself, so it was never
a real problem. Cindy has dark brown hair and brown eyes, stands about
5-5 and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has tight curves.

She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I came over this morning.”
“Well, yes, I guess you could say that.”

“I need your help with a problem.”

“Oh?” I was thinking to myself that she should be having this
conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that.

“Bob can’t help me with this problem. In fact, he’s the
problem, or at least part of it.”

“Sounds to me like you need a marriage counsellor.”

“Bob would never go. And besides, we can’t afford it right
now.” “So, how do you think I can help?”

“Well, ” she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point
of making some startling statement, “I want you to help Bob perform
better sexually.”

The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees.
It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room
seemed very loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands
which were folded at her knees.

“In what way?”

“Bob doesn’t believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman,
though he doesn’t mind asking me to perform it on him.”

“You’re kidding.” I’d heard of guys like that, but I never
would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always
gotten along well, though I wouldn’t say that our relationship had been
as close as Cindy and Lana’s had been.

To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling a
little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn’t give her head. I
supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to
convince him of the error of his ways.

I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as
Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her
and twisted to face me.

“Does he satisfy you in other ways?”

“Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I have
orgasms most of the time. But it’s very frustrating to hear about other
women whose husbands and boyfriends give head when mine won’t. We argue
about it more and more now. We haven’t had sex for about a month.”

“Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends.”

“Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with each
other. She knew about Bob’s reluctance and she wanted to tell you about
it, but I wouldn’t let her. She also told me what a wonderful lover you
were and how she had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on.
She especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you gave her
head. Did you really used to do it for an hour at a time … until she
begged you to stop because she couldn’t stand the pleasure any more?”

“I didn’t put a stopwatch to it Cindy,” I chuckled, a little
embarrassed at Cindy’s knowledge of what I had thought to be private
matters, “but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving
her pleasure in that way. Damn, I miss that woman.”

I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great
times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to fuck and we
did it as often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after the
kids came along, the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In
fact, the day she was killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a
little “afternoon delight.” Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end to
my beautiful wife and our wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I thought
of Lana and the good times we had, my prick would spring to life and I
would get a powerful urge to go and jack off just to relieve the
pressure. Usually, I resisted.

I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and put
her arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest.

“I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?”

I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I
still can’t explain what happened next, but suddenly our lips met, my
arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the way friends kiss,
but like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each began a
slow, passionate exploration of the other’s mouth.

Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.

“I need you to do more than talk to Bob,” Cindy whispered
breathlessly. “I’m as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A month without
any sex has me just about headed for the loony bin. Please Jim, go down
on me.”

By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the fabric
of the shorts I was wearing and my balls had taken over my brain. Not
having had sex for a year, I nearly ripped her clothes off right there
and fucked her brains out. I did have the self-discipline remaining to
escort her to my bedroom, however, and we were soon naked on my large,
lonely, king size waterbed, where we resumed kissing and each began a
gentle anatomy survey. “What a cock you have, Jim. It’s even bigger
than Bob’s.”

“I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock.”

“I’m hoping to get some of each.”

“All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let’s have a
look at you,” I smiled as I pulled away from her to examine her nude
form. She smiled back and seemed to enjoy my visual inspection as she
moved this way and that to show her body to its best advantage. I just
loved the way her tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out
even though she was laying on her back. Her nipples were large and
hard, sticking straight up from the base of her comparatively small and
very dark areolas. Her narrow waist and flat tummy lead down to a set
of perfectly shaped hips and long, handsomely formed legs. I did see
one small problem however. “I think that I can see one reason why Bob
is a little reluctant to go down on you,” I said pointing to the thick,
heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of Cindy’s thighs, “One of
the secrets of good male to female oral sex, in my humble opinion, is a
trim pubic patch, or better yet, no pubic patch at all. Don’t go away,
I’ll be right back.”

I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my
barbering tools, remembering activities which had become almost a ritual
for Lana and me.

“Didn’t Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat down
there?” I asked as I arranged everything to my satisfaction.

“Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you planning
to shave off all of my pussy hair?”

“No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral sex.
Actually, it’s not that much more than many women do in order to wear
those string bikinis.”

She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her ass and
used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark bush until only a short
stubble remained on the area I intended to shave. The other area, at
the very top of her pubic mound, I trimmed only slightly for the sake of
neatness. Then, after using a warm, wet washcloth to moisten the area
to be shaved, I applied a thick coating of a special shaving jell for
sensitive skin and went to work with my razor. When I was finished, she
had a tiny patch of pubic hair left on the top of her mound, but the
rest was as bare and smooth as a baby’s butt.

I placed a mirror in front of her pussy and let her have a look
at my handiwork. I also got rid of the towel and my tools while she
conducted her inspection.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, “This is the first time I’ve ever really
taken a look at myself down there.” She worked the folds of her pussy
open with her fingers to examine herself more closely. Her inner lips
were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips.
I began to massage the area with a special, soothing, oil.
Cindy laid back on the bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving me
complete access. Finishing the massage with some gentle strokes to both
sets of pussy lips, I removed the towel and got ready for the job at
hand, or should I say mouth.

I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees
back a little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful
cunt, and she was hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a
light kiss right at the top of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I
bypassed the seat of her pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the
insides of her thighs, switching from one side to the other, bathing my
senses in the silken feel of her skin, the taste of her light perfume,
the odor of sexual excitement pouring from her frothy cunt.

Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off
the bed and began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them
lightly with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I
believe, a little frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I
wanted her to wait for it so as to enjoy it more later and so I
continued to tease her.

“C’mon, Jim,” she moaned, “don’t tease me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what I want … please.”

“Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it.”

She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly as
she sought to press her pussy into my face. She did not want to say the
words, but I was determined to make her say them. I continued to kiss
and nip the area all around her now superheated sex flesh with out
contacting it directly.

“Lick me,” she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.

“Nooooo … lick my …. lick … lick my …”

“Lick your what Cindy?”

“Lick my … pussy,” she gasped.

I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was now
leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant which crawled
slowly down her ass crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny
trail across her tightly puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor
of her sex was like a narcotic for me, and one which I had gone too long
without. I began to slowly, but very firmly, massage her major labia
with my tongue, working first one side and then the other. Cindy liked
this very much, which she indicated by pushing her hips up off the bed
to increase the pressure. I continued the tongue massage for a few
minutes and then switched tactics, taking as much of one of her thick
outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on it. The
thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was newly responsive, and
taking it between my lips also caused me to come into contact with the
super sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with my lips and
tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked.

Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep in
the back of her throat. I thought she was going to come right there and
I hadn’t even gotten to her clit yet. The scene reminded me so much of
the many times I had done this to Lana that I almost began to weep.

Cindy’s eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two handfuls of
bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a
real challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged
between clenched teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.

I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them
into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing her to lift
her hips off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue.
Meanwhile, I was also using the index finger of my right hand to very
gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia, very carefully
avoiding her clit. Her own juices and my saliva had combined to make a
real swamp out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed
beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste and smell of feminine
flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual thirst.

She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from side to
side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how good
it felt and how close she was to coming.

Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched tactics
and began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner
pussy lips, brushing her clitoral ridge, without touching the
hypersensitive tip, on each pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat of
my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the
thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was attacking
with my mouth. She began to come, her whole body tensing into something
like the rictus of death, then relaxing, then tensing again as wave
after wave of pleasure overtook her. As soon as I felt her start to
come, I immediately began to flick the head of her very erect, very
large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Cindy
screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the windows
were closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been able to hear
her.

My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a
little and let her come down, still maintaining contact with my tongue
and lips, but avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment,
noting that it had retracted back into its folds of skin, though the
flesh was still firm and erect underneath its protective covering. Her
body was still undulating, though not with the force of a few moments
ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through my
hair. She apparently thought I was done. Boy was she ever wrong.

I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down
at me from between her high, proud, breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual
satisfaction on her face.

“Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever
experienced.”

“Well, I’m a little out of practice, but thank you anyway. Now
lay back and relax. I’m not done eating yet.”

“Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean
there’s more?”

“Lana wasn’t kidding when she told you these sessions lasted a
long time. I am a man who really enjoys going down on a woman,
particularly a woman who tastes as good as you.”

Without waiting for a response, I began once again to massage
her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something
new. Using the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the
depths of her vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would
be there, and finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried
beneath her vaginal roof, better known as the Grafenburg Spot. I was
sure that she had never been given a g-spot orgasm before, and I meant
to show her what that experience was like.

I was also hoping that she shared a trait with my late wife, who
had been a prolific female ejaculator.

Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips,
pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my
tongue to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her
clitoral ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.

“Oh, Jim … that’s good. What are you doing … I’ve never
felt anything like this … Oh yeah …. finger fuck me … lick my
clit … make me come …” Cindy began moaning and mumbling snatches of
words and phrases like these as I once again pushed her up the ladder
towards orgasm.

Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of
her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at
her clit and a little time probing the opening of her little piss hole
right at the top of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed,
though it must have been about four minutes or so, she was at the edge
of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I suddenly felt the inside of her
pussy clamp down hard on my fingers just as her piss hole began to push
itself inside out, opening wide and spurting a jet of womanly fluid into
my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to
work her g-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of which escaped
me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid streamed past my lips.
This was a taste I had missed, and once again I nearly wept at the
memories it brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn at
its mother’s breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I
slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and
licked off the thick coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on
them. Giving her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from
between her legs to lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my
hand over her pubic mound and gently massaged the entire area.

“I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?”

Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a
comment, “You can say that again. Jim, I’ve read about the g-spot, but
reading and experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I
thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care.
I didn’t piss on you, did I?”

I laughed. “No, you didn’t piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman can do that.
Lana could, and I didn’t know if you could or not. You can have a g-
spot orgasm without shooting your come, but I was hoping you would be a
shooter. I just can’t get enough of that stuff.”

She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the excess
pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long, deep kiss.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, smiling mischievously.

Anna is a very beautiful woman. She is tall, blonde, and tans to
a gorgeous golden hue.

I’ve worked with her on a project for quite some time and have had
fantasies about her from the start. I feel an attraction to her
every time that I see her.

I’d noticed her looking at me at times when we’ve worked together
but neither one of us have voiced anything. She knows that I’m
married and I’ve been too frightened to say anything since I know
that not only is she married, but I could be very wrong about the
way that I’ve interpreted her looks.

There have been many times though that I have longed to kiss the
back of her neck as she leaned forward while we worked at the
computer. She has very sensuous shoulders and neck.

Anna’s husband is on the road most of the time trying to land more
capital investors for his company. Anna hints at her loneliness at
these times, and we often work late on the days when her husband
is out of town.

My wife was in New York on a business trip and Anna’s husband was
out as usual. It was in early evening and I was totally lost in
gazing at her pretty neck and profile when I realized that she was
staring at me over her shoulder. She had just asked me a question
three times without a response. She noticed me turning red with
embarassment and started to turn red also as she realized what I had
been daydreaming about.

I apologized and stood up to leave as she turned toward me to say
something. She froze staring at my crotch where my hard on was
showing. My whole body felt on fire as I looked down at her, her
red lips were glistening in the light and her eyes seemed to be
deep blue pools. I moaned another apology and started to leave
when she reached forward to feel my cock.

She quickly undid my belt and pulled down my zipper. One half of
my mind was saying that I should get out now, and the other half
said to grab the back of her head. My hands reacted before my
feet and I pulled her head toward my cock. Anna opened her mouth
to lick the head of my cock sticking above the waist of my shorts.
I almost burst as the tip of her tongue flicked around the underside
of the crown of my dick while her hands squeezed and tickled my balls
through the material.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out my pants as Anna slid my
shorts down. She closed her mouth around my cock and gently started
to suck as her head bobbed forward. I still couldn’t believe that
this was happening but took advantage of the opportunity to run my hands
over her shoulders that I so admired. I reached below her chin to start
undoing the buttons of her dress as my hips continued to rock into her.
She shrugged out of her sleeves causing her breasts to bounce teasingly
within her bra. Her tanned shoulders and tits were a stark contrast
against the whiteness of her bra.

Anna pushed me back into my chair as she knelt, never taking her mouth
off my cock. She took off her bra so that the upper half of her body
was nude. I was enthralled by this tanned beauty kneeling between my
legs and I noticed that she didn’t have any tan lines.

Anna stopped sucking and slid her tongue up my stomach as she crawled
forward. She teased my cock with her nipples, running the nipples up
the length of my cock. She licked my nipples then slid back down so
that my cock was between her tits. She pushed them together and
started to jack me off with her golden tits as she tongued my torso.

When she could feel me getting ready to cum, she quickly slid down
to take me back into her mouth. Her mouth was so hot that I could
not hold back and started to shoot into her sucking mouth as my
hands pinned her head to my crotch.

She leaned back after her performance her tits bounced and were
glistening with my pre-cum. I picked her up by the waist and put her
back in her chair while I started to lick her clean. I started at her
belly button, licking upwards until her breasts were clean. Her
hands locked behind my head when I sucked and teased her nipples.

I pulled up to her mouth and we kissed for the first time. I could
taste myself on her tongue and started to get hard again.

I slid back down her body while I pushed her dress past her hips.
I started to kiss her mound as she raised her hips to allow the dress
and her pantyhose to slide to the ground. She parted her long
legs and placed her heels on my back pulling me toward her pussy.

I tongued the inside of her thighs, running the tip close to the goal
but stopping short and repeating the motion on her other thigh while
my fingers were caressing her ass, stomach, and the backs of her legs.

She leaned forward to grab my hair, causing her breasts to push forward
in an awesome fashion. I had little choice but to start kissing her
pussy. I would lightly run my tongue along her lips up to her clit
causing her to moan and try to pin my head. I kept this up until
her legs started to shake. I then separated her lips with my fingers
and dipped my tongue into her dripping pussy. She cried out as she
thrust upward trying to fuck my tongue. I held on to her ass as
her body slid forward on the chair. Anna had her knees spread wide and
up to her chest as her hands held my hair. I started to fuck her with
my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could as my nose ran into her
clit. Anna was starting to moan loudly, her head was thrown back as
she tried to shove her hips to me. I slid my tongue down and licked
her anus getting a loud shriek and I repeated my motion, shoving it
up past her ring. I moved back up to her clit and back down to her
ass as she was crying out. Anna grabbed the back of her knees pulling
them wide to give me even better access as her face was dark with her
impending orgasm. She cried out and her pussy spasmed around my tongue
she came.

I continued running my tongue in and out of her pussy, then moved down
to start fucking her ass with my tongue. Anna immediately spasmed into
another orgasm, her ass was squeezing my tongue with the contractions.

Anna sat up, her body damp with perspiration, and slid her pussy down
my chest until she engulfed my cock. She started licking around my
mouth and sucking on my tongue as she tasted herself. She started
fucking me wildly, her tits pinned against my chest, and I was caught
up in her wildness. All I could think of was the lushness of her
body moving around me. Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and
I laid her onto her back as I continued to fuck her. I was driving
into her with complete abandon when I felt her start to cum again.

Anna grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me into her as she lifted
her head to suck on my nipples. I started fucking her harder as I
could feel my balls contract. I was moaning loudly as she whimpered
against my chest. I looked down to see those beautiful shoulders
below me and her tits jiggling as her mouth moved to my other nipple
and I burst deep into her with a yell. Anna’s pussy just kept
contracting around my cock as she came with me.

We collapsed to the floor, and we kissed lovingly while we tried to
catch our breath. I raised myself up on to one elbow as I continued
caressing her. Anna’s beauty seemed to glow.

As we got dressed, I asked Anna about her lack of tan lines. She
smiled and said that I would just have to find out some time.

The next morning I called her apartment on some business pretext and
she asked me if we could work at her place that day. I felt a tug
in my groin as I agreed.

I was pretty breathless when I knocked on her door, wondering if I
would get an encore performance. Anna opened the door and let me
in. She was wearing a string bikini and had her hair done up in a long
single braid. I followed her out to her patio getting hard as I looked
at her gorgeous ass rocking before me.

Anna sat down on a blanket in the sun and took her bikini off. I
gasped at her breasts shining in the sunlight as she applied oil
to them, fondling her nipples until they hardened. She then applied
oil to her stomach and ran her fingers through her pubic hair as parted
her legs. I could see her pink as her fingers massaged her pussy.
Anna smiled at me and said that I looked over-dressed. I stripped and
knelt down next to her.

Anna rolled on to her stomach and asked if I would oil her back. I
massaged the oil into her shoulders as I nibbled at her earlobes and
kissed the nape of her neck. I oiled down her back until I got to her
ass. I moved down to her feet, massaging them carefully, then sucking
on each of her toes. Anna started to squirm at this attention and slid
one of her hands to her pussy, playing with her clit with her thumb while
she pushed two fingers into herself. I started oiling up her legs,
kneeling between them, mesmerized by her plunging fingers. Anna’s
knees slid farther out as her butt lifted into the air as she got more
excited. Her ass was open to me and I started to massage oil into her
asscheeks as I bent down to tongue her pussy around her fingers. I slid
my tongue up the crack of her ass and pushed it into her anus. Anna
cried out, thrusting her ass at my face, trying to get more penetration.
I pulled back and put some oil into her hole, pushing my finger into
her ass. Anna’s was masturbating faster now and her face was flushed
as she bit her lower lip and moaned. I got two fingers into her ass
as I tried to steady her slick body. I got so excited with the sight,
sound, and scent of her, glistening in the sunlight that I got up on
my knees and put my turgid cock at the opening of her asshole. I nudged
in carefully to see what response I would get. Anna groaned and pushed
back with her shining ass and the head of my cock was engulfed in her
heat. Damn she was so tight but the oil let me slide in easily.

I started to slowly pump into her butt as she continued fucking herself
with her fingers. She came with a loud cry while she kept squeezing
her ass around my cock, trying to milk me. I grabbed her braid and
pulled her up to her knees as I started to fuck her ass a little quicker.
I was in heaven, her golden body beneath me, my cock between her nether
cheeks. I couldn’t believe the sight and started to hammer into her ass
causing her cheeks to jiggle with the impact and her breasts to dance
back and forth. Anna braced herself on her elbows as she pushed back
toward me, meeting my thrusts. Her mouth was open as she gasped for
air, tits swinging rhythmically, as she approached another orgasm.

Anna’s body started to spasm sending electricity through my balls. I
gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her, my
hips slapping into her ass as I came, shooting deep into her ass as
she cried out in another orgasm. Anna’s arms collapsed and I kept
pumping into her as her tits spread to the sides of her chest.

I collapsed onto her back and slid my hands under her to squeeze her
tits as I nipped the nape of her neck. Anna rolled back so that we
were on our sides. She craned her neck so that we could kiss as I
continued playing with her nipples. My cock was still in her ass and
Anna was squeezing me, trying to keep me hard. She bent forward so
that she could reach my balls and started massaging them. I kept on
moving in her and felt myself start to get hard again. I couldn’t
believe the treatment I was receiving. I concentrated and felt my
cock start to spread her ass again. I continued rocking her as she
massaged my balls. As I got more excited, I roughly pushed her back
on to her face and started to fuck as hard as I could. She felt so
hot and tight as I slammed into her. Anna was grunting with each
thrust as I gripped her shoulders. She braced her hands in front of
her to keep from sliding too much because of the anal assault. I felt
my balls seize up and I shot another load into her, crying out at the
pleasure and pain of the release.

I pulled out of her ass and collapsed next to her. Anna started to
kiss me in a frenzy as she massaged her pussy on my thigh. I slid
my hand down her flat belly until I could massage her clit, causing
her to bite my lip as she came. Her whole body was shaking as I held
her.

We took a shower together to clean up and cool off. I gently soaped
in her ass as I cleaned her. Anna knelt down after she cleaned my
cock and sucked me into her mouth. As I started to cum she pulled
back and let my cum shoot over her face and on to her tits as she
jerked me off. She pulled me back into her mouth and sucked me
until I quit spurting. She grinned and said that she always wondered
what it was like to have someone cum on her face. I knelt down and
started to lick the cum off of her cheeks and breasts.

We cuddled on her couch for the rest of the morning, relishing in
our nakedness. We had lunch together and experimented with food
on each other and ended up fucking on the dining room table.

We were caressing each other when her phone rang. Anna’s eyes widened
as she said hello to her husband. She did a good job of keeping her
voice natural until I started playing with her clit. She was wet
already as I leaned her over the back of the couch, licking her
pussy and ass as she listened on the phone. She gasped as I shoved
my cock into her ass and had to cover up by saying that she had
dropped something on her foot. Anna was really hot and started to
rock back into me as I doubled her pleasure by reaching under and
playing with her clit. She was gasping on the phone saying that
she loved him as she her legs started to shake. She said her good-byes
and come-home-soons and hung up the phone as she collapsed with a
screaming orgasm. Sweat was pouring off of her as she told me to
fuck her ass. She kept on cumming as I pounded into her. Anna’s
beautiful ass and excitement sent me over the edge as I shot into
her again, burying myself to the hilt, twisting my hips to get
maximum penetration and sensation.

We collapsed on the couch and Anna locked her mouth on mine, her
tongue nearly reaching my throat as her body shakes slowly subsided.

When she could talk again, she told me that she had never felt so
wicked or excited in her life. She said hearing her husband’s voice
while I was in her ass was so exciting that she was getting hot just
thinking about it.

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