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She heard Helen in the corner whisper. “Yes, do him. Make
him cum.”

The encouragement set Ansley over the edge and she came
under her own touch as she imagined Helen watching her pussy pulse with a roaring
orgasm.

Ansley slid off the head of Max’s cocks and started licking
the sides of his shaft too. She expected Suzie to take the cue and take Max
into her mouth for a turn. Instead, she kept licking and their tongues met over
and over around the sides of his cock and over the head of it together.

Ansley released Max’s balls and took hold of Suzie’s
beautiful breast between Max’s thighs. She clutched the weight of it and then
teased the nipple between her fingers.

Max started thrusting his hips and his cock slid up and
down between both their mouths. Ansley and Suzie made eye contact and knew what
to do. They positioned their mouths across from one another so that he felt
them both wrapped around him as he thrust between their mouths.

Max groaned. “This feels so fucking good, Helen. I’ve never
felt anything like this.”

Most men haven’t, Ansley thought.

Helen called back in a small voice. “I want you inside
them, Max. I want to see you put it inside them, please.”

He pulled up on Suzie and she slid her body up his cock.
Her tits smacked his face and he stuck out his tongue licking wherever he
could, but missing the nipples. Suzie positioned her ass over his cock. Ansley
took hold of it and guided it into Suzie’s pussy as she lowered down on top of
him. He spread her wide open with his thickness as he entered her.

She started bouncing on his cock right away. With each
lift, she angled her ass up showing Helen a full view of the action and then
angled herself to ride his pole all the way down to his balls.

He kissed one of her breasts over and over as it passed his
face with her motion. Ansley fed the nipple into his mouth and he took to
sucking it like a champ. Ansley joined him on the other. Suzie moaned as she fucked
him harder. Ansley reached down behind them and alternated between rubbing his
balls and shaft as he fucked her and then teasing Suzie’s ass.

Suzie dropped down on him balls deep and then fell over
onto her back on the couch. She pulled Max along with her. He stayed inside her
as he ended up on top. He started thrusting into Suzie with her legs spread
wide and up in the air. He took such long strokes that the head of his cock
showed on the pull out, but he drove right back in slamming his balls against
her ass. If he wasn’t so long, he would have come right out.

Ansley looked over and saw Helen touching herself. She was
still fully clothed in her expensive outfit. She was still in the chair and
every button was still buttoned. Through her shirt, she pulled at one of her
nipples on her tiny breasts and her other hand twisted in her lap. Ansley
wanted to suggest that Helen might enjoy that more without all those clothes
on. Still, she enjoyed seeing the uptight, rich girl slumming it in the data
entry job now watching her perfect fiancee, her to be loving husband, getting
fucked hard by another woman.

Ansley moved off the couch so Helen could see better.

Ansley sucked one of Suzie’s bouncing tits again and ran her
fingers over Suzie’s clit as Max pounded her. Suzie threw her head back and
heaved her chest up against Ansley’s face. Ansley felt Suzie throbbing under
her hand.

Max started slamming her harder and groaning. Ansley took
her mouth off of Suzie and said, “Don’t you dare cum before you fuck me.”

Helen shouted louder than Ansley had ever heard her speak.
“Yes, Max, fuck them both. Fuck them both before you cum. Fill them up with
your cum.”

Max pulled out and Suzie rolled off the couch. Her body was
a furnace from her orgasm. Ansley climbed over the top of her and spanked her
once as she got on the couch.

Ansley put her ass in the air and her face against the
cushion of the couch. Max took hold of her hips and buried his face in her
pussy. He licked all around hitting her clit by accident a couple times.

Suzie grabbed his cock and pulled him up. She rammed him
into Ansley and he starting thrusting hard enough to shake her whole body.

Suzie laid her head on Ansley’s ass and drooled. Her spit
ran down Ansley’s crack and wet Max’s cock as he fucked her. He pulled out and
guided his cock into Suzie’s mouth. She sucked him on top on Ansley’s ass. Then
she guided him back inside Ansley’s pussy. He fucked her harder than before.

Ansley leaned out and kissed Suzie gently on the ass. Suzie
lifted her ass and positioned her pussy over Ansley’s head turned sideways on
the couch. Ansley had never eaten her out before, but Ansley started licking,
sucking and pulling at Suzie’s clit. Suzie ground her hips into Ansley’s face.

Max worked back and forth between Suzie’s mouth and
Ansley’s pussy.

“I’m about to cum,” Max said as he rammed into Ansley with
his balls slapping her clit. “I want to cum in your mouth.”

Suzie said, “Let me have it.”

“No,” Helen said, “cum in her pussy. I want to see you cum
inside.”

“Is that what you want?” Max’s voice shook.

“You don’t give the orders,” Suzie said. “Let me drink your
cum, Max.”

Helen said, “I’ll let you cum in me later, if you do.”

Max drove into Ansley and cords tightened in his neck as he
shook with his cock buried deep inside her.

Suzie laughed. “I guess you do give the orders.”

Ansley stopped licking and moaned as Max filled her up. He
finally pulled out. Suzie took hold of his cock and licked him clean.

“Consider you card punched,” Ansley said into the couch
with her ass still raised in the air.

Helen got off the chair. “Take me home, Max. I want you to
do to me everything you just did to them.”

He jumped up and started walking toward the door.

“Clothes?” Suzie said.

Max snapped his fingers like he just remembered he was
naked and went to get his pants.

“I want to watch this again some time,” Helen said as Max
dressed.

Ansley felt his cum start to run out of her raised pussy.
Suzie took hold of Ansley and spread her open. Suzie said, “Not unless you
clean up this mess.”

“What?” Helen said.

“Time to finish your salad,” Suzie said.

Helen walked past Max and sat down on the couch. She leaned
in and licked lightly up Ansley’s pussy lips over and over. Her tongue caught
Max’s cum as it leaked out and she kept licking. Ansley bit her lip as she felt
another orgasm rising in her. Maybe Helen would be alright once she loosened up
a bit.

The End

Never Ending Pounding

Will it hurt...?

“Have you ever been, I don't know... curious?” Sheila asked
her young, attractive boyfriend.

“Curious?” He repeated. “About what?”

And here the youthful man's 19 year old eyes gravitated
toward the low-necked shirt of Shiela, and her heavenly feminine spheres of
perfection. The girl could wear a top like that better than anyone! The way her
perky breasts made every attempt to burst free of their cotton restraints! It
was a highly arousing spectacle, to say the least. And Johnny, her boyfriend,
made every attempt he could to take a peek (or more...) of her luscious tits.

“You know,” Sheila said, turning her head to the side as
her face grew rather red. “You know...”

Obviously the girl had something of grave importance to
discuss, but her fine and proper lady-like upbringing prevented her from
speaking it. Johnny, god bless his soul, was left to play the dangerous game
that so many other men find themselves trapped in... read the girl's mind!

Unfortunately, he didn't have a great track record of
winning this game. And in most cases, an argument or angry outburst would ensue
shortly.

“Uhhh...” He stuttered, still gawking at her breasts. Mmm,
how those supple tits, supported by a sex-laced bra, provided such ample
cleavage! He wished at once to ram his face down and in between those
mountainous handfuls of tit and nipple.

“Uhhh, what?” Sheila remarked, still looking slightly in
the other direction.

“Uhh yeah,” Johnny replied after Sheila shook him back to
reality. “Yeah, what?”

“Haven't you ever wondered?”

“...about?” Johnny said once more.

“Oh for christ's sake, Johnny! Fucking! I'm asking if you've
ever been curious about fucking! Do you think about fucking me!”

Perhaps the young lass needed a refresher course on her
lady etiquette... at any rate, for the first time in the history of
humankind... a man understood what a woman was asking!

“Whaaaa!” Johnny gulped, reeling back with shock.

This kind of talk was so unusual for his girlfriend to
mention. Downright nonexistent, in fact! In all the while they'd been dating,
she'd never once made mention of anything sexual, not even in the slightest
comment. Nor had she provided the horny lad with any relief of a lewd nature...
not even a kiss! Although, she had allowed him to hold her hand – while in
public, at that – and give her decently lengthy hugs. A cherished time where
Johnny would linger for perhaps longer than he should have, loving the
sensation of Sheila's large funbags pressing into his own chest.

“Well?” Sheila spat back, folding her arms across her
chest.

“I mean, uh, yeah...” Johnny replied, rubbing the back of
his neck as if he'd just admitted to taking the last slice of pizza from the
family box.

“You do, huh?” His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow
rather seductively.

Although, the boy didn't quite catch onto her little
signal. They rarely do... and so, he treaded lightly, lest there be yet another
shouting assault on his person.

“I mean I think you're gorgeous Sheila. But I don't
ever...” He paused.

“Don't ever what?” His lovely lady friend asked, leaning
forward, and as she did so those magnificent tits were pushed right back into
eyesight. Johnny was helpless. The damage had been done. Like a dog seeing its
master grab the leash of the hook – he knew it was time!

“Don't ever stop thinking about railing your tight little,
wet pussy!” The lad blurted, eyes glued to her boobs.

***

***

“Oh...” Sheila said, quite slowly.

And here there remained a tense moment of silence, where
neither side, not man or woman, spoke a word. The lusty lad wasn't sure if he'd
just blown his chance of ever having a girl as sexy and tight-bodied as Sheila
suck on his manroot... he sat frozen, petrified stiff with the eternal fright
of a sexless existence.

But then, it happened... Sheila's plump lips lifted upward,
taking on the shape of a very pleased, delightful smile. Yet not without its
sinister, seductive side. For she had been bitten by the bug of lust! And the
only thing on her mind was – sex! Sex! Sex!

“That's hot to hear, Johnny,” she whispered, reaching out a
hand to stroke his thigh.

The boy gulped, nearly smacking her in the face. This was
the most action he'd seen in his entire life. The moment was not wasted!

“It is?” He questioned in total disbelief – though his eyes
had not left the sight of her marvelous tits. The virgin knockers were beyond
perfection! How he would love to slide her shirt down and to the side, exposing
those glorious, round jugs! And then run his eager tongue along the skin,
following it down until he reached the hard nipple... where he would swirl it
around in his mouth, ever so expertly, nearly bringing the girl to the brink of
orgasm – or so he'd like to think.

A quick titty suffocation performance would be just as
good, anyway. Slobbery, sexy, and satisfying!

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, reassuring every taboo, rotten urge in
the boy's body! Hearing his girlfriend concede to the very thought which had
been dominating his brain for months... what a victory!

He nearly shouted, hooped and hollered with joy. The young
man had never been happier in his life, and this was before anything had
actually been done! Try to picture his utter satisfaction if he ever did feel
those warm lips of Sheila find their way around that thick, hard cock of his!
Oooh...

The man had to let out a sigh of anticipation.

“I mean, do... you...” Here he stuttered left and right,
clearly flabbergasted by the situation. In his mind, the conversation had gone
much smoother. All those classy lines of dialogue which make a girl's southern
slit drip like an exploding fire hydrant... they were nowhere to be seen!
Abandoned right in the heat of battle! A typical fate for most virgin lads...
“I mean, uh... why do you ask?” He tried to cover.

“Well,” Sheila smiled, turning even redder than before, as her
hand began to slide up the leg of Johnny – growing dangerously close to his
raging hard-on! The one that had spawned instantly, as it were, right in the
moment when she had confirmed his most sought after inner-desire.

“I heard Kelly the other day,” Sheila continued, referring
to her stepmother of several years. “She was talking to her boyfriend. They
were sitting on the couch, and I was kind of... hiding in the backroom, just
watching them. You know, to see what they would do.”

“What did they do?” Johnny leaned forward. He'd always had
a crush on the older, seductive Kelly – ever since he first laid eyes on her.
Though he'd never tell Sheila this. Oh my, the problems it would cause! Though
perhaps he could have acted a little
 
less
 
intrigued by his girlfriend's
current story. The mere mention of Kelly's name had sent him craning forward,
eager to hear the lewd details. The little pervert...

“They started feeling each other a little. You know, running
their hands on their bodies. He grabbed Kelly's...
 
boobs
 
and started squeezing them. Her hand
went down to his... his
 
dick!”
 
Sheila shouted the words, as if
confessing to a
 
terrible
 
crime.
 
And here she waited, attempting to
gauge the reaction of Johnny.

It was clear to see, by the growing bulge in his pants,
that he wished for her to continue – and indeed, she did.

“Then they started kissing. Real hot and heavy. The kind of
stuff you see in the movies or something, you know.”

“Then?” Johnny inquired, already dreaming heavily of Kelly
and her enticing body. The way he'd fantasized more than a few times about, as
he jerked his joystick at night.

“Well, she started removing her shirt. I could see her
shoulders first, and the red bra strap, I remember those quite clearly. Her red
straps... and the way her boyfriend pulled them free of her body...” Here the
two lovers took a moment to sigh in reverie, their naughty bits growing wetter
by the moment. Sheila's little tale was most assuredly getting them fired up.
Where it would go, nobody knew – but Johnny sure as hell wanted to find out!

“And then,” the girl resumed, “she was sitting there with
her boobs tits hanging out!” It seemed dear, sweet innocent Sheila had grown a
little accustomed to using the foul language of the time.

“You saw Kelly's tits?!” Johnny shrieked, more than a bit
excited. Too excited it seemed...

“Uhh, yeah, that's what I said,” Sheila raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah...” He moaned in response. “How did they look?”

“Look? I'm not sure – nice, I guess? You know they're big
and round. Those MILFy boobs. I'm sure they look good to most people.
 
Yeah,
 
I thought they were nice,” Sheila told
him.

“Oh they do look
 
real
 
nice...” Johnny sighed like an
adoring fan.

“Excuse me?” Sheila rasied her eyebrow once more, none too
pleased.

“I mean, uh, they probably feel awful though!” He attempted
to cover.

“Uh huh...” His girlfriend nodded with a look of contempt. “Anyway,
her boyfriend was sucking on them and licking and biting and everything else!”

“Biting her nipples?!” Johnny nearly fainted on the spot.

“Yes!” Sheila confirmed, a truly eye-opening experience.

“Then what?” The boyfriend asked.

“Then? Are you serious, Johnny? Are you really asking me
what happened next?” In this disdainful pose, Sheila's breasts were looking
remarkably delicious. The big orbs of feminine sexuality... calling out to
Johnny, as he imagined biting down on Kelly's warm nipples. How he loved seeing
her come in on a cool day, wearing a skin-tight shirt of course, and spotting
the knobby things poking out against the material. A most attractive sight to
the young man... yet another that he stored in the ol' spank bank for late night
frenzied beat-off sessions. His mind had archived more images, poses, and
sounds from Kelly than anything else!

As is standard in most men, they hold about 95% of brain
power for erotic imagery and the remaining 5% to fulfill those fantasies –
usually done with a quick jerk and loads of shame.

But today... today might be different, at last! Sheila was
turning him on with this naughty story, and she herself seemed to be prepared
to go
 
all the way
 
this afternoon. The girl had, after
all, asked him if he was at all curious about the wanton act of fucking.

“And then?” He repeated, smiling broadly like an eager
child at story time.

“And then...” Sheila continued. “I saw it...”

***