Loading...It was early afternoon, and it had been a quiet day. I had gotten a few things from the shops and done some things in the garden. Staff party tonight. Christ, I can’t be arsed. All that brown nosing. I’ll have to stand with the boss, and he won’t be listening to a word I say. He’ll just be leering at my wife, Jane. She copes well with it, but I know she hates it. We’re both in our late thirties now. There was a time in our 20s it would have been funny. We would have laughed about it. But now? He’s a lecherous old man in his mid-fifties and it’s just sad and very annoying.
I pop down to see Jane chatting with Sally, the young wife of the couple next door. Now, Sally is a very young thing at 20, just married within the last year. Very naïve, but very pretty. Gorgeous, long, straight, dark red hair, and a pale, yet alluring, body. She’s slim and a tad top heavy for her build, which she shows, and I swear she doesn’t realise she’s flaunting it. Jane always catches me having a quick look and rolls her eyes at me. I boil the kettle and stand there while waiting.
“Steve!” says Jane, “Sally was just saying that she’s got the most beautiful dress and Michael has gone and gotten stuck in London on business. And they were going to go out tonight as well …”
“Yeah,” Sally confirms, pulling a sad face.
“Well, that’s a shame.”
They look at me for a moment.
“Try on your dress, Sally, and show Steve!”
Sally grabs her bag and runs off to the living room.
I look at Jane, confused. Before I can say anything, she stops me by raising her hand.
“You’re going to love this …”
Within minutes, Sally has returned wearing her dress. It’s a royal blue silky chiffon dress with a deep chest plunge that practically has her breasts spilling out. The silky material is crinkled and seems to stretch like a sculpture over her body. And its short, sweet Jesus, is it short. It barely covers her ass cheeks. She twirls round showing it off, flaunting every inch of her young body. “Do you like it?” she asks, gliding her hands over her pert breasts and perfect bottom, smoothing out some of the crinkles.
The kettle reaches its boiling climax (and it’s not the only one). How I so wish we had an old whistling kettle for Carry On moments like this. I nod my head, stunned, as she continues to adjust her dress. Jane looks at me, winking, with the biggest smirk on her face. She motions for me to close my mouth. It must be ajar.
“I soooo wanted to go out tonight.”
“Well, perhaps you can,” says Jane.
“Oh?”
“Steve has to go to a work function, but to be honest, I’m kinda not up for it.”
Confused, I look at Jane for a moment.
“Steve’s boss always has his eye on me. Or rather, he has his eyes on my tits.” There’s a shocked giggle from Sally. “All night. Me not being there, you’ll be doing me a favour taking my place. Say I have a headache, or if he doesn’t realise it’s not me, say that I’ve had my boobs done.” She laughs.
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea,” I protest, stunned at her suggestion.
“Awww, Steve, please?” Sally looks at me with puppy dog eyes. “I soooo wanted to go out tonight. I wanted to dance in my new dress.”
I look at Jane for moral support. There’s none coming.
“Oh, Steve, don’t be such a killjoy,” says Jane.
Sally claps her hands, her face lighting up. “Dancing!”
“Steve will pick you up at 7. Can you be ready by then?”
“I’ll have a shower and put on my face. I’ll be ready!”
Sally leaves quickly because there’s not much time. I look at Jane.
“Now, before you say a word, he won’t even realise. All he does all night is stare at my tits.” She must see my mouth is ajar. “Oh, don’t be like that. She’s a lovely girl. Just give her a dance and a few drinks and she’ll be grand.”
We argue for a few minutes, but it’s pointless. Jane’s mind is made up. I go to the shower in a foul mood. I shave, put on my suit, and get ready.
When I leave, Sally is waiting down by the car. The dress is on, and her face is made up. Her face is pale with bright red lipstick and a slight hue of blusher to her cheeks. I can’t help but stare at her, taking in her beautiful body, those beautiful bursting out breasts and her sweet voluptuous ass cheeks. As she steps into the car, I look at her long legs, which are accentuated by her high heels. I’m starting to feel extremely uncomfortable as she sorts her dress’ cleavage, her breasts wobbling. God, she’s such a cock tease, and she doesn’t know it, I swear.
We pull up to the party. It’s held in the shipping company’s office and they’ve changed the conference room into a dance floor with a DJ in the corner. Everything is well underway. It’s a good turnout, fairly well packed. My boss, Peter, sees me immediately and waves, beckoning me over. Peter is in his mid-fifties with grey hair that’s balding on top now. He’s slightly overweight and a little short at 5′ 6″.
“Steve … Steve … it’s good of you to make it.” His cheeks flushed, the old man looks like he’s had a few drinks already. He looks at Sally. “I swear your wife gets younger every year. I always forget your name …” He pecks her on the cheek, ogling her breasts.
Sally leans closer since the music is loud, accentuating her breasts. “Sally. And I had my boobs done last year. Steve’s present.”
He nods his head staring at Sally’s breasts, his eyes widening. “They look so real!”
The champagne is passed around, and within an hour, Sally’s cheeks are a little more noticeably flushed. She pulls me to the dance floor and we dance. At first, it’s innocent, but slowly over the next hour and a number of visits to the bar for champagne, it becomes a bit more than that. She’s sliding up and down my front, wiggling her ass cheeks on my crotch. I can feel my cock beginning to stir. A break in the music comes to my rescue. The DJ calls someone up from the crowd, and they begin making a few announcements.
We leave the dance floor, and my boss beckons me over again. More champagne ensues. As I’m driving, I can’t drink, but that doesn’t stop Sally. Although she’s playing the part of being my wife, she really doesn’t need to play the part so well. She’s holding my arm and stroking my cheeks while we’re chatting with Peter and my other work colleagues. With one hand in my trouser pocket, I have to hold my semi-erect cock to the side. The party moves on. The next two to three hours are filled with champagne and dancing. Slowly, the party thins out.
Sally’s quite drunk now and even pulls the old man up to dance, wiggling her ass in front of him and slowly moving up and down his leg with her thighs. He takes every opportunity to run his hands over that silky ass of hers. I swear she’s enjoying the attention. She’s smiling and giggling as she turns her back to him, rubbing her ass against his groin. That fucking dress keeps riding higher and higher. How on earth can it keep moving up and yet not fully expose her bum? Pete’s face is bright red and sweating. He can’t take his eyes off of her, and he’s not the only one.
The amount of champagne has taken its toll on Sally. She’s holding on to Peter’s arm as they leave the dance floor. His arm is wrapped around her. He’s pretending to support her with his hand brazenly resting on her pert bum cheek, squeezing it ever so gently. He’s whispering something to her as they approach, and he gently pats her bottom as they approach me. She giggles playfully, her face flushed with champagne. Her eyes betray her drunken state.
It’s almost one o’clock and I’m seriously considering calling it a night and taking her home, but part of me is enjoying her outrageous behaviour. I whisper to her that we’d better be thinking about heading home. She gives me a sad face, pouting, her bottom lip out. I laugh, make my excuses, and go to the toilet, and when I come back, she’s nowhere to be seen. I check the dance floor. Nothing. I check the bar. Nothing. I check the buffet. Nothing. I ask around. Someone says Sally and Peter went up to the offices to get some air. I take the lift up a floor and check the old man’s office and see them. I step in silently.
They don’t look up. I don’t think they realise I’m here. She’s sitting on his right knee on a couch that’s opposite the door, looking at some photo albums with a glass of champagne in her left hand. He’s leering down her dress at her breasts, his face sweaty and red while she leafs through some pages. His left arm is across her waist, his left hand lightly running up and down her right thigh while his right hand is on her right shoulder, placed delicately on the strap of her dress, his thumb rubbing back and forth over it. Sally turns her head toward him, coyly, as he looks up at her.
“I’m having such a good time tonight,” she whispers. “Steve says we should head home, but I don’t want to. I’ve enjoyed myself so much in my new dress. He’s right though …” She frowns, then looks at him and grins mischievously. “But I’m enjoying myself right now.”
He whispers, “You look so sexy in that dress. Your body was made to be shown off. It made all the men here tonight want you. They were all watching you, undressing you silently with their eyes. Every single one of them, they all wanted you.” I watch with fascination at his attention to the strap of her dress, flick flacking it back and forth with his thumb. It’s drifting ever so slightly along the top of her shoulder with every subtle shunt. “We could all see your lovely panties as your twirled when you danced. Your peachy bum looked fantastic when you flashed it at me.” Biting her bottom lip slightly, Sally looks back down to the album, a smile spreading silently across her lips. “Beautiful, sexy girl.”
Slowly, but surely, his gentle movements with his thumb slides the dress’ thin strap towards her shoulder edge. Millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch, it moves silently. It takes another minute, and the strap slowly and delicately slips off her shoulder. It slides down her arm and hangs there helplessly.
She doesn’t say anything but looks at him with sultry eyes, smiling, and then returns her attention to the photo album and leafs through a few more pages. His right hand snakes back and forth over her naked shoulder blades and rests at the top of her arm, rubbing slightly as if to soothe her. She takes a long slender drink from the glass and is about to place it down on the table in front of them. Peter takes the empty glass from her and puts it down on a small table on his left. He picks up the photo album from Sally’s lap and places it on the same table. Her breasts are rising and falling in short breaths with anticipation. I could swear she’s lightly panting. His left hand roams slowly up her right thigh. I should say something, but I can’t. I stand there dumbstruck at what’s taking place in front of me and silently watch his seduction from the doorway of his office.
“I’m very, very drunk …” she says, amused.
“Did you like the men watching you?” asks Peter, as his eyes drink in her body. “Did you enjoy the attention?”
“Oh yes,” she sighs, grinning.
“You like flashing your panties in a short dress,” he says matter-of-factly. “How did that make you feel?”—He squeezes the top of her thigh through the dress with his left hand indicating her pussy.—”Here?”
Sally giggles, then whispers quietly to him. “It’s made my panties damp.” He nods, smiling with glee.
His left hand is still lightly stroking her right thigh while his right hand drifts across to her left shoulder and reaches the left strap to her silky dress. Once again, his slow, but gentle, motions with his sweaty fingers begin to ease it to the apex of her arm.
“Well … maybe you don’t have to go home.” She looks at him puzzled. “Maybe, we could have our own little party right here?” he says softly. She grins mischievously and shyly looks back down to his hand on her thigh. His thin smile is as sly as a fox. “I’ll bet you’re even more beautiful without that dress on. I’d love to run my hands all over you and get your panties very damp, Sally.”
Gently, almost innocently, the other strap slowly slides to the edge of her shoulder as Sally’s breathing rises in excitement. His eyes are fixed on her breasts. She’s shaking a little. It seems to take another moment before it effortlessly falls off her shoulder and gently hangs down along her arm. A gasp escapes from Sally as her breasts bounce precariously, fighting against the silky material of her blue dress, nearly spilling out. Encased tightly in the dress, it expands and contracts as her firm breasts rise and fall with every aroused breath. Peter’s face visibly groans as he looks at them. Christ, my cock is getting hard watching this. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I shift my stance to move my straining cock. The old man lifts his head up and sees me. There’s a broad grin on his face.
“Looks like Steve has made it. I told you he would,” says Peter. Sally gives a drunken, playful wave, her flushed face smiling at me. She makes no attempt to pull up the straps to her dress, as Peter continues. “She needed a rest. I suggested we came up here, didn’t we, my dear?” He winks at me. Sally nods, her eyes almost closed as he lightly strokes her neck with his index finger, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. “I was saying to your beautiful wife that we could have our very own private party here …”
They both look at me, gauging my reaction. I move inside the room from the doorway and sit down slowly on the single seat that faces the couch. I say nothing. Seeing this, they both look at each other.
“What a pretty girl you are,” he whispers in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. “Your skin is so smooth and soft.” She giggles and he slowly and lightly kisses her neck. She sighs a little with a gentle moan. With confidence now, his left hand moves up to dresses’ cup of her left breast, and slowly and lightly, he runs his hands over it as his kisses move up to her ear, and he whispers again, “They feel so real. I think we should check and see. Sexy girl.”
Her nipples are pointing out of the silky dress. Fuck, they’re hard. Again, she moans gently, and his left hand to more fully feels her left breast, occasionally circling her hard nipples ever so lightly with his fingers, teasing them with his attention. She sighs, and he returns to kissing the nape of her neck.
“I’m going to ease your beautiful breasts out of this dress, Sally. Slowly. One by one,” he says confidently.
His sweaty hand slides up the silky material, and my heart almost stops as his index finger snakes into the left cup of her dress and begins to pull it down, gradually. It seems an age watching it slip down over her left breast. She’s teased me for so long, coming over for tea in short cropped tops and skimpy shorts, and I can’t help but look and stare. Reaching that point of no return, that critical mass, it slides over her nipple. The cup of the dress disappears and Sally gasps as her left breast practically pops out bouncing slightly. The old man’s eyes light up. Her breast is pale with large areolas. Her nipples are mouth wateringly hard. It’s so wrong. I’m sure Jane didn’t mean for this to happen, and I feel guilty about watching and not saying anything.
Breathing heavily, Sally’s wide eyes watch as Peter’s kisses snake down her neck to her left breast. Her left hand moves up and holds his head, eager for his touch, while he licks his lips and runs them over that beautiful nipple. Eyes closed slightly now, her head tilts back as she gently bites her bottom lip. He licks her hard nipple, flipping it up and down with his tongue. She moans softly. His sweaty face looks up at her, its beetroot, almost beaming. She looks down at him, panting slightly, her drunken cheeks flushed with excitement. Taking a good look at her breast, his mouth engulfs her nipple, and he begins to gently suck her left tit. She pulls his head into her flesh begging for more attention.
“God, they feel so real. So soft,” he says in-between his tender sucking. “They’re perfect.” His voice shakes with anticipation. “Gorgeous little buds you’ve got.” He looks into her eyes. “Sexy girl.” His mouth clamps on her left tit again, this time it’s hungrier, more ravenous. Sally’s head tilts back again, and I swear I see her eyes rolling as he slurps eagerly on it.
I can see his sweaty left hand running up and down her thigh moving ever higher and higher. She’s moaning softly now as his hand runs up to and disappears under the dress. His hungry mouth continues to feast on her breast. He sucks hard and pulls his lips away pulling out the nipple. He holds it there, then lets it go, causing a pop to echo around the room. It bounces excitedly, and then he nibbles it lightly with his teeth. Sally moans loudly. He returns to her breast, slightly more roughly, and with vigour.
His right hand is now pulling the cup down on her breast on the right side, while he continues sucking her left breast. His sweaty thumb slips in and all three of us watch with fascination as the material stretches over her breast. Her areola comes into view; the silky material stretches over her hard nipple causing it to be pulled down. Sally is panting more and more in short gasps as her breast is fully teased out. Still pulling the dress cup down slowly, the nipple all of a sudden pops up and her right breast suddenly springs into view. It bounces happily, almost eager as the dress’ cup slips off her breast.
“Ohhhhh …” she breathes, raggedly.
His right hand cups her right breast, his finger slowly and lightly feeling the soft flesh of the underside. Sliding his hand up, he squeezes and then tweaks her hard nipple, rolling it between the sweaty fingers of his right hand while he continues to suck the left one.
He lifts his head up and whispers in her ear, “Let’s see how damp your panties are now.”
With his left hand under her dress, her legs ease apart, and he moves his hand up further and further. She rests her feet nicely on the small table in front of the couch as she opens up for him. He gently moves her dress up to the top of her hips, showing her off to me. She’s got matching blue satin panties on. His hand cups her pussy gently and rubs it through the thin material. He flashes me a look to gauge my reaction. The atmosphere is so sexually charged, I dare not say anything. Sally doesn’t even look at me. She’s lost in the moment. He grins like a cat at me and moves back to kissing and sucking her left breast.
“Oh … you’re so wet, aren’t you, my naughty little thing?” Peter says excitedly, rubbing her pussy and watching her reactions as she surrenders to him. Her knees are relaxed, opened up, welcoming his attentions. I see him manoeuvre her blue satin panties to the side, and he slips a sweaty finger in. I swear, I see him shaking as he starts to rub her pussy. “I’m going to get your pussy so wet and ready for my cock.”
Sally moans gently to his touch and his dirty talk. She turns her head slightly to the side and moans softly. He watches as his hands touch her nipples and again kisses her neck.
“Beautiful nipples …” he whispers, almost groaning.
I can see him alternate his attention to her pussy. He keeps rubbing her clit, then slips a finger in her for a few seconds, then returns to her clit. He alternates this for what seems ages. Her knees are almost level with her hips. She’s opened herself completely, such is the state of her excitement. She’s moaning louder with every passing moment. Sally’s face is flushed as he continues rubbing her, kissing her nipples, and tweaking those fucking gorgeous tits.
“Your pussy feels so good … Let’s get these lovely panties of yours out of the way, shall we?”
Sally lifts up her bum gently from his knee. He slides her panties over her thighs without protest, and they fall to the floor. She lays back, slightly relaxing on him, and his fingers return to her pussy as she spreads her legs. She looks so wet, her lips pouting with arousal as he focuses on her. Within a few more minutes, her moans have become whimpers and soft cries. They get more intense as her hips begin to move in time with his fingers moving up and down, in and out, and side to side.
“Are you going to be a good little girl and come for us?” he asks. His face is bright red. The sweat is dripping off him. Nothing but moans and rising cries are Sally’s reply. “Are you going to suck my fat cock and let me fuck you from behind? That beautiful ass of yours has been driving me crazy all night.” More urgently, Sally’s gentle cries are elevated. “You like being watched, don’t you? You like filthy talk, don’t you?”
“Yes …” she whimpers urgently, her hips rotating faster.
She’s so close. It’s like watching a wave crash against the shore. She’s building and building, swelling, and riding the crest waiting for the inevitable.
“You’re a sexy girl who likes to be naughty, aren’t you?”
“Yes …”
“God, your tits are so fucking gorgeous. I want to pump my cum all over them.”
“I’m going to cum …” she moans raggedly, almost helplessly. “Oh god … I’m really going to cum.”
Sally’s legs are shaking. Her cries become louder and more intense. Her whole body is shaking. I think my cock is going to explode just watching the two of them. I don’t even touch myself for fear of breaking the moment.
“Oh, that’s it,” says Peter, watching her face and grinning, rubbing her clit faster and faster. “You come for old Peter. I’m going to watch you as you come. Just think of my fat cock pounding your wet pussy.”
The crest of the wave smashes against her body. She lurches forward in spasms, overwhelmed. Her eyes widen, shocked by the ferocity. She whimpers in between her loud cries and gasps. Her head is rolling back. She starts jerking wildly, shaking uncontrollably, and grinding her pussy against his fingers.
“Beautiful … You’re so wet … You look and feel beautiful …”
It’s a sight to behold. She’s coming so hard it’s almost violent. Her tits are shaking with her ragged breathing. Her eyes are closed tightly as her face grimaces with the sweet agony of ecstasy. Head back and her legs open for full view, I can see how wet he’s gotten her. There are tears running down her flushed cheeks. Her whole body is writhing as she orgasms. With every jerk, there’s an intense drawn out cry. Peter holds on to her as she spasms uncontrollably in his tight grip. Her hand has wrapped round the wrist of his hand that’s rubbing her pussy, gripping it tightly. Her orgasm seems to go on and on.
His attention to her clit slows as she comes down. Still whimpering softly with occasional cries, she falls back slowly and seems to melt into his chest. His sweaty fingers, covered in her juices, move up to her tits and he rubs them over her nipples. He continues this for a few moments, using her juices on her nipples, and sucks her pussy juice off of them.
“Now, come and suck old Peter’s fat cock, my dear.”
Eventually she gets up, dazed slightly, and light headed. I’m sure it’s from her powerful orgasm, but the drink can’t be ruled out. She pulls her arms out of the straps from the dress leaving the bottom half still on. Still sitting in the seat, Peter helps her turn round, gently guiding her down to his crotch. His cock is practically popping out the top of his trousers. She kneels down in front of him and slowly undoes his belt and the top button and slides the zipper down. He eases down his trousers and boxers. His cock is as hard as hell and with Sally’s powerful orgasm, the head is all wet. His cock isn’t big, but its girth is impressive. She runs her hand up and down his shaft, using his own pre-cum as a lubricant, and lowers her mouth, watching his face as she runs her tongue over it.
“Now, you put that sweet ruby-lipped mouth of yours over my fat cock and give it a good suck. There’s a good girl.”
She responds. Her mouth glides over the large head, slowly sliding her red lips over it, sinking down little by little as she bobs up and down. All the while she watches his face and his expressions as she stokes his cock.
“Ohh …” he groans, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth. “That’s a good girl. Take it all in …”
I can’t believe I’m watching my boss get blown by my next-door neighbor. I can’t stand it any longer. I undo my belt and unbutton my trousers to release my aching cock. I stroke it lightly. It’s so hard, it throbs with every stroke. Peter looks across at me grinning. He returns his gaze to Sally’s slow cock sucking. She lathers up his cock with her saliva, occasionally running her hand up and down it whilst she sucks the head, then returns and engulfs his cock, causing him to groan. This goes on for a few minutes, his groans building, until he stops her with light taps on her shoulder. Confused she looks at him.
“The old man can’t get going again so fast. I’m no teenager now …” He guides her up and they kiss hard and hungry. “Besides, I said I want to fuck you from behind and see my fat cock sliding into your wet pussy and that fucking gorgeous rear rippling as I fuck you hard and deep.” She gives a devious little smile as his language turns coarse again. He’s squeezing her ass cheek with one hand and rubbing her pussy again with the other. “And if you’re good to old Peter, I might even spank your fucking sweet ass like the naughty girl you are while I fuck and pound your young pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” says Sally, totally without shame.
They move with speed and anticipation. Within seconds, the table is hurriedly pushed forward a bit as Sally drops to her knees bending over it. All his clothes are off in seconds. Sally raises her ass as he slides his sweaty hands over her fucking beautiful rear, lifting the silky blue dress up and over her sweet ass, exposing it ever so slowly. It seems an eternity before her beautiful ass comes into view. It was worth the wait. My cock aches as it throbs watching Peter slides his hands over that beautiful rear. God, she’s fucking gorgeous. He guides his cock to her pussy. He rubs it up and down on her pussy lips for a moment, wetting the head further, savouring the moment. She looks into my eyes as I stoke my cock.
Panting hard, Sally whispers, “Please, put it in me.”
“You want the old man’s fat cock to fuck you in your young, wet pussy?”
“Yes!” she begs.
His cock teases her further. I swear she’s almost coming from the talk as her pussy is being rubbed by his cock. She’s moaning hard again. He slips it in a little, giving it to her slowly, causing her to cry a little, and continues to fuck her slowly using just the head. Her eyes are glazed over, her head on its side resting on the table.
“Please … I’m going to cum again …” She’s pushing back at him, urgently trying to get his cock into her as her moaning rises, but he’s not giving in.”What do you want me to do?” he asks. She’s on the brink.
“Fuck me”. His cock continues to tease her with shallow strokes. “Fuck me” No change. “I’m going to come. Oh please … Please fuck me …” He slides in a little bit more with small, shallow strokes until he’s almost halfway. She’s starts crying out, gasping. “Please. Please, fuck me. I’m coming …Please… Fuck me,” she moans urgently almost desperately. “Fuck me with your fat cock. Give me your fat cock.”
He pushes in firmly, all of it, right at the moment she comes, and begins to pound her relentlessly. She’s crying out, “Fuck … me …” with every thrust he gives her. He fucks her fast and so hard, filling her, pushing his full length into her with every ferocious thrust. Her eyes are closed as he fucks her roughly, smacking her bum slightly harder and harder.
“Oh,” says Peter, pounding her like a man possessed. “I’m fucking you. I’m fucking your wet and tight pussy.” He smacks her little ass cheeks. “I’m fucking you … Oh, I’m fucking you …”
I stare at them both. Honestly, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I’m just about to come while she’s crying out. Just watching it is the horniest thing I’ve ever seen. I can barely contain myself.
Her orgasm rips through her, all the while she’s saying, “Fuck me,” with his thrusts. It’s another powerful orgasm. Her knuckles are white holding onto the edge of the table as he continues to fuck her like a man half his age. She lifts up her head, and I see her face contorted in sweet, blissful agony. Her eyes are closed tightly and her mouth open, gasping for air. Her breathing is ragged. Her legs are quivering. She cries out again and again, “Fuck me,” with every merciless thrust he pounds into her. Her ass is rippling with the ferocity of their fucking. Every ripple is like a wave crashing over it, smashing her ruthlessly. “Fuck me …” Her body shakes violently as her orgasm reaches its peak. She’s gasping for air as he continues to fuck her deep and hard. Overwhelmed, her head has sunk to rest on the table while she whimpers and he continues to pound her pussy.
As her orgasm subsides, Peter’s thrusts slow down. Sally comes back down to earth and continues to groan with every firm thrust. As their rhythm settles, he continues to smack her ass. Not as hard as a moment ago, but playful little slaps. He keeps this up for another minute. Sally’s on fire. She’s riding out the last spasms or her orgasm, whimpering. Peter slows down and stops. He leans over her, his mouth next to her ear.
“Now, my filthy little girl, you turn around so I can suck those lovely tits of yours.”
The sweat is dripping off both of them now. As he withdraws and she gets up and turns round, they kiss hungrily as he pulls off the rest of her dress. It seems to just fall away, sliding to the floor in seconds. His mouth finds her tits immediately, sucking and licking one of those beautiful tits while roughly fondling the other.
“Oh … I can still taste your pussy on your tits,” he says breathlessly. “You taste so fucking gorgeous.”
After a few minutes, he’s laid her down, with her legs over his shoulders and slowly pushes in again. They continue to fuck nice and slowly, in a perfect rhythm. Peter’s hands are all over Sally and Sally is holding his ass pulling him in. Her head is raised watching his fat cock pound in and out of her. They don’t say a word, but their groans and cries fill the room as they build up a steady pace. They’re like animals. He’s feasting on her tits alternating his attention from one to the other. After a few minutes Peter slows down, stops and gets up, sinking back into the couch. The sweat is running off him.
“Oh, you dirty little girl,” says Peter breathing heavy, his forehead glistening with sweat. “You come and sit on my lap and bounce up and down on that fat cock of mine.”
She gets up and straddles him. She slides down savouring the feeling of that fat cock. She begins to bounce up and down, moaning every time she takes his cock deep inside her. He sucks her tits roughly.
I can’t take anymore. My cock is bursting. I get the rest of my clothes off quickly and walk up to the couch watching Pete’s cock slide in and out of Sally’s pussy as she rides him. With one of her hands free, I take hold of it, and guide it too my achingly hard cock. She looks at me and then at my cock. It’s longer than Peter’s, not as fat.
“I think someone wants to join our little party,” says Peter. “Will you be a naughty little girl for both of us?” and returns to sucking her tits.
She licks her hand and begins to pump me in time with Peter’s thrusts. I run my hand over her tits pinching the nipples, rolling them between my fingers. God, they feel so good. Pert, firm, and so smooth.
“Now, you be the dirty little girl and suck Steve’s cock while I fuck your little pussy.”
She looks at me with those sweet, drunken eyes as her sweet lips slide over my cock in time with her silky hands gliding up and down my shaft. I almost come there and then. She’s slow at first but gathers more pace the more and more her pussy gets pounded. I can’t believe it. My next-door neighbor is getting fucked by my boss and she’s sucking me off like some little tart. She looks right into my eyes, her mouth full of my cock. Within minutes, she’s coming again, returning to wank me as she cries out again and again.
I move behind her. That ass. That fucking ass. I stare at it intently, watching it wobble and ripple as she bounces up and down on Peter, doing her best to milk his cock. My cock is so hard its aching. It throbs urgently. I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so badly. I move behind her sliding the underside of my cock along the crack of her smooth silky ass cheeks. It feels heavenly.
She looks round. I don’t know what comes over me, but I move straight to her asshole and begin licking it. She looks round at me panting, watching me eat her ass. I probe her with my tongue and push it in slightly.
I can see her looking at me out of the corner of my eye. She stops riding Peter as she continues to watch me lick her asshole with glazed eyes. She doesn’t object, but moans softly. After a few minutes, I lick my finger and slide it into her, licking around her hole. I probe gently. Using my saliva, I ease my finger into her deeper and deeper. I pull it out and lick two fingers leaving lots of saliva. I push one back in gently opening her up again and slowly push in a second causing her to sigh. I give her time to adapt to them. She whimpers and within a few minutes my fingers are gently pushing in and out of her ass in time with her riding Peter’s slow thrusts, causing her to moan. I pull them out slowly and rub with my throbbing hard cock along that sweet, silky crevice. The tip of my cock oozes with pre-cum. I hold it and slide it up against her hole. She lies down on Peter sighing and panting, raising that beautifully smooth, satiny ass almost wordlessly, as if begging me to fuck her. Sally looks round at me, watching me as if giving me the go-ahead.
“Oh-ho,” says Peter. “I think we’re going to take you fore and aft, you dirty sexy little girl.”
I put the head gently against her tight hole and push in very, very gently. I watch intently as my hard cock enters her while she stares, watching as she groans slowly as I push.
“Now, be a naughty little tart for us, and we’ll fuck both your holes,” says Peter. She gives me a mischievous smile as Peter continues. “We’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Naughty girl. Are you going to be a naughty little girl for us and fuck us both at the same time?” She turns round to face Peter. I push in a bit more to a louder moan from Sally. “I’m going to pump all my cum into your pussy while Steve fucks your beautiful ass.”
Gently, I withdraw short and push in slowly. God, she’s tight. So fucking tight. Backing up again ever so slightly, I push firmly, but gently, feeding her my cock inch by inch. I continue like this for a few minutes till I’m very slowly fucking her ass. Little by little, I push my cock in until I’m up to the hilt. I savour the moment as my groin kisses her velvety ass. Her head leans back while she pants with heavy breaths. Meanwhile, Peter has built up his rhythm and is fucking her long and slow. I can feel his cock pumping in and out of her, and I begin to time my thrusts on his withdrawal. I can hear him slurping hungrily on her tits.
“So full …” says Sally, panting.
“Yes, I know, these bad men are taking advantage of you,” says Peter. I stop to let her get used to it while Peter begins to thrust slowly. Sally moans and cries out. But it’s not with pain. “Only naughty girls let bad men do bad things to them, and you are a naughty dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says almost breathlessly, in time with my short, slow thrusts to her ass. “I want you bad men to fuck my pussy and my ass,” she cries. “Fuck me like the dirty girl I am.”
We fuck like this for what seems ages. Soon, the rhythm becomes more physical: deeper, harder, and faster. We’re fucking her in complete unison, and I’m fucking her ass as if it were her pussy. We’re all moaning and groaning, lost to the frenzied lustful state we’re in. She’s crying out as we pound her mercilessly.
“Oh God—Oh God—I’m going to come—” Sally cries out.
“Oh, you naughty little girl, your pussy is milking my cock good,” says Peter through gritted teeth. He’s finding it difficult to hold back. I’m so turned on, I have no idea how I’ve haven’t blown my load already, but I can’t hold it off for much longer myself. “You want us to pump all our cum into you, don’t you? You want to feel our thick cocks throbbing”—his voice strains—”in your pussy … in your ass.” He roars like an animal as his cock erupts.
Crying out again and again as she comes, Sally screams, “Fuck my holes. Oh, fuck my holes. Pump it into me.” The sensations, as she comes, are incredible. Her ass squeezes my cock rapidly. Peter is crying out that he’s coming. I can feel his cock throbbing inside her as she cries out, “I’m dirty … I’m naughty …” over and over as she comes. The guttural groans from Peter continue as he tries to go on fucking her with every last thing he can. His rhythm spasms as Sally begins to writhe on top of him, shaking violently, letting out a long, sweet agonising cry.
I’m at the edge. I look down at that ass. That sweet, sweet ass she’s flaunted at me for what seems ages. I watch my cock being swallowed by it. I give her ass some sharp slaps and watch her smooth, silky ass get redder and redder. It wobbles and ripples about with every slap. Her ass just looks better and better every time I slide my cock into it.
The room is filled by Sally and Peter’s cries as my balls tighten. Peter growls as Sally continues to ride him as his orgasm subsides. She bucks and writhes, such is the ferocity of her orgasm. I grab her long, red hair with my hand, pulling it into a ponytail. My thrusts quicken to short, shallow thrusts and then explode into long, firm strokes. I cry out that I’m coming, but I don’t think they’re even aware. They’re too far gone, lost in their own orgasms.
Everyone is writhing and shaking as I relentlessly pound her ass as I come. And fuck, do I come. It doesn’t seem to stop. I’m pumping everything I have into her. The intensity of my orgasm shocks me. It’s so violent and without remorse. It’s like my body is emptying into her with every throb of my cock. I pull on her hair causing her head to rise up. My knuckles are white holding her hair. She’s crying out, and whimpering, between my remorseless strokes, shaking and panting uncontrollably as her orgasm subsides. She collapses on top of Peter. I pump out the last drops with jerks and short thrusts unable to continue.
We’ve all stopped. Exhausted. We are one big mass of bodies and the room fills with the smell of sex and sweat. The only sounds in the room are the ones of our hard and heavy breathing.