On Target

I work in one of those large department stores; you’ve probably shopped there. I work in the customer relation’s area where we have to deal with all the rude shoppers that always want things their way. Even with all the rude shoppers and all the work we have to do, we still have the time to have some fun. And lately, it has been more fun than usual.

I am a somewhat average looking girl. I have long dark brown hair and dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, to some both my hair and eyes look pure black. My most memorable feature would have to be my very large breasts. I wear a 36DD. I’ve worn that bra size since about age 13; I am now 23. But beyond that, I am fairly average. I’m average height, about 5′7″, average build, just an average type of girl. However, my coworkers always marveled at my more than average ability to remain calm with the customers; surprised that my Italian feistiness never caused me any problems.

Now there is a gentleman I work with, a year or two younger than myself, that is anything but an average man. I have found myself attracted to him ever since he started at our store. This is unusual as I am rarely this attracted by a guy, and because I always try to separate my professional and private life. And even so, every time we worked together I couldn’t keep myself from flirting with him constantly. I fantasized about what it might be like to fuck him, and on several occasions I dreamed about doing so.

Let me tell you why I was so attracted to him. He is a beautifully dark black gentleman, who stands about 6′5″. He goes to a gym so he is decently toned and muscular, nothing too serious though. I mean he is no Mr. Universe, but who really wants that anyway? I’ve never been with anyone like him before: tall, dark, and handsome you could say. I’ve never been with anyone more than maybe 3 inches taller than me, so just to stand next to him towering over me makes me feel very intimidated and very, very, aroused. You have to wonder, with his height and the size of his hands, just how enormous his cock would have to be.

I was content to merely flirt with him by day, and masturbate thinking about him by night. After all, he had a girlfriend, and I had a boyfriend, so it could never work out between us; or so I thought.

One Wednesday evening we were scheduled to close together at the customer service counter. Now would probably be a good time to explain the area where we worked. We have a separate area near the store’s entrance, completely enclosed in glass. We have a counter up front with a couple of registers on it where we process returns for customers waiting on the other side. Behind us is a short ledge with carts underneath for sorting out the items that have been returned. There is a narrow walkway to the back of customer service where there is a back wall, room to push carts in and out, and a locked door we enter through.

So, anyway, we were scheduled to close the store together. I felt like dressing a bit nicer than wearing the same old khaki pants and red t-shirt, so I grabbed a semi-short khaki skirt and a tight, low cut red top. I couldn’t wear anything too revealing, as I would be sent home. I decided against wearing stockings, as it was far too warm out. Technically we have to wear stockings with any skirt, but I knew the manager I had that evening wouldn’t mid. It was then that I realized I had never put my laundry in to wash earlier, and had no clean panties left. I was always doing that. I considered running quickly to a store for some, or grabbing a pair at work, but decided to save my money and just go without. I also styled my hair nicely and put on just a bit of makeup. I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Soon I was ready and headed off to work. I got a few comments on how I looked nice. My manager, who I mentioned earlier, actually commented on my having “great legs” as he said it. I should have been thinking ’sexual harassment lawsuit’ but instead I just smiled and blushed. I knew my team well though. I should have been reprimanded for now following dress code, but instead I was inappropriately complimented.

I walked over to the customer service desk and entered in through the back door. All my female coworkers greeted me by teasingly whistling and commenting on my outfit. James peaked around from the front of the customer service desk to see what all the commotion was about. He saw me and merely smiled and went back to work.

The night went on as usual. One by one all the morning ladies left for the evening, and after 3 hours it was just James and myself. We flirted over the course of the evening, but just the usual nonsense. Every so often I noticed him watching me, out of the corner of my eye, as I worked. All of my scheming and dressing up didn’t seem to affect him all too much.

At about half an hour before closing, someone on the other side of the counter needed help with our employment kiosk computers. Being as I am always the one to fix them as I am the only one who know how they work, without a second thought I hopped up on the counter, swung my legs to the other side, hopped back down and adjusted my skirt. James looked as though he needed to pick his jaw up off the counter. I smiled.

“Did you forget that you’re a girl again?” James asked jokingly.

“Nope,” I said, “I am well aware.” I smirked.

I walked over to the computer, it seemed to be frozen and it needed to be restarted. I walked back up to the counter, leaned over and rested my elbows on the countertop while James finished helping a customer. I could see he was looking down my shirt, but I just waited patiently.

“Can I have my screwdriver please?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. James smirked, knowing what I meant, and after some searching he found it and handed it over. I smiled and thanked him, and walked back to the kiosk. I squatted down and reached under the desk to restart the system. My back was to James, but I could feel his eyes burning on me as he stared at my ass. I started to think maybe I was causing too much trouble, or being too cruel to him. Maybe I should stop.

As I slowly stood back up, I heard him whisper under his breath “nice ass.” I was not sure if he meant me to hear or not, but I quickly spun around with a big smile and said a very enthusiastic “THANKS!” He looked embarrassed, and I figured that I was in fact not supposed to hear his compliment. Oh well, he said it, I thought to myself.

I strutted myself back up to the counter where I had just jumped off. “Little help?” I said flirtingly. I hopped up on the counter and slid myself toward the end. My skirt slid up my thighs nearly exposing my bare cunt. I had my arms out and expecting him to grip me under my arms and lift me off the counter. Instead he grabbed my hands and held them as I hopped down. I fought the urge to sigh. I really wanted an excuse to feel his strong hands on me. I just giggled instead.

“Probably couldn’t pick me up anyhow,” I scoffed.

James had a shocked look on his face as I walked off to the back of customer service. Once back there, I gasped to myself, having noticed the fairly large bulge growing in his pants. He continued to help the customers as I stayed in the back sorting out all of the items to send to their departments. He was quiet the rest of the night, he stayed out front and I stayed in back. No chit-chat, no flirting, no anything. I was kind of worried I had really done something awful today; he’d never acted this way before. We always flirted and talked during work. I was really starting to regret my actions.

The closing announcement rang on the overhead. The store was closed, they shut the lights off, and the customers one by one waited to be rung up at the registers. James and I sorted out the returns of the night in silence, in absolute silence. I loosened up a bit when I noticed him making little glances at me. I started bouncing about flirty like, throwing the items into their proper carts. I caught James smiling once or twice, though he still didn’t say a word.

Our work was done for the night, and we were about to go home. We both walked out the back door of customer service, and as we began to walk toward the employee entrance, James grabbed me by the arm. His warm fingers wrapped clear around the top of my arm. His touch sent chills down my spine. I looked up at him seductively.

“Did you forget your cell phone inside again?” He asked.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. I ran back to customer service, unlocked the door, and headed inside. I went to the front of customer service and started tearing through the drawers. I couldn’t find it. I was sure that I had put it in the center drawer but it wasn’t there. I was throwing pens and papers about, when I suddenly heard the door to customer service close. I walked around to the back and there standing against the shelving was James, with a it of a smirk on his face. I walked around in front of him, and leaned on the back wall.

“You know something I don’t?” I asked, quite calmly having recovered from my frantic search. He just smiled and put his hand down in his pocket, and pulled my cell phone from it. I smiled and reached out to grab it. He held it above my head, out of my grasp. I tried to jump to retrieve it, but couldn’t. He shook his head and set it down on the top shelf. I was fairly confused, not understanding the game, but I played along anyhow.

I leaned back up against the wall, facing him. He just stood opposite me, looking at me. His eyes slowly drifted down my figure, taking the time to study every detail of my body. Slowly his eyes returned to my face, a smirk and a raised eyebrow greeted them.

“See something you like?” I asked.

“I was just thinking about how funny it was your saying that I couldn’t pick you up.” He replied, completely dodging the question. He shook his head and laughed.

“Yeah well, you probably couldn’t.” I teased.

He got a devilish look on his face. “Oh yeah? We will just have to see won’t we?”

Wit that he lunged toward me, and before I could move out of the way he had grabbed me from under my arms, lifted me a good foot off the ground, and slammed me against the back wall. I exclaimed “OW!” out of pure shock, not because it hurt. I expected him to put me down after proving his point, but he just held me there. I began to squirm and smack at his arms, half seriously half playfully. Nothing. He lifted me up a dad higher, now my head was above his and my chest was right at his eye level.

I struggled about for 30 seconds, but soon realized that he was much stronger than me and I was stuck up in the air until he let me down. He looked up at me and smiled when I sighed in defeat. I thought maybe, now that he knew he’d won he might put me down. H didn’t. Instead he just held me there, smiling. We both just stared at each other in silence. It began to get kind of awkward. It was like the joke should have ended a few minutes ago, and yet we were still in the same position. He started at me while I was helpless in his arms, 2 feet off the ground.

I began to squirm for a second, and that just made him grip his hands tighter at my sides. I moaned softly. It was as if for the first moment I forgot that I was being held off the ground and just felt his hands on me. I hadn’t realized that when I moaned, I must of closed my eyes. I opened them and looked down at James. He was smirking, with his right eyebrow raised.

“Anything wrong my dear?” He asked.

“Could you please put me down?” I asked with the best sad face I could muster up. I wanted to be put down; I wanted to be back in control. At the same time though, I did not want this feeling to end.

For the first time since he picked me up, his eyes traveled away from my gaze. He looked me up and down. His eyes stopped, looking straight ahead, at my chest. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in deeply. “No, I don’t think I will,” was his reply.

It occurred to me to try to struggle and get away. He’d have to drop me eventually right? But I didn’t want to. I couldn’t make myself move away from him. I knew my breathing had quickened, as did his. He still was focused on my breasts. I could feel his thumbs stroking up and down the sides of my breasts the best he could reach as he held me there. I stared at him, and bit my lower lip trying to keep from moaning. I had a feeling this was going to turn into something wrong, something very wrong.

He looked up at me, and proceeded to walk toward me, effectively pinning me against the wall. His face was buried in my chest, and he just stood there, inhaling deeply. My skin felt on fire with is body against me. He slowly started to lower me down, my body rubbing against his as he did. I put my hands on his shoulders as he continued to lower my body against his. As we became face to face, I pushed against his shoulders, and he stopped and held me there. I was pinned, face-to-face, between James and the wall. I wondered if he had intended on still holding there, or if my subtle gesture begging him to hold me there was the reason my feet were not on the ground.

He pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just melted into his lips. It felt amazing to kiss him, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths for the first time. It felt wrong, but so good. I held him tight while we kissed. His grasp on my right side loosened; I held tighter to keep from falling. He slowly slid his hand down my right side, slowly caressing my skin. His hand made it down my thigh. He pulled my leg up and wrapped it around his back.

Between holding around his neck and my leg adding support, it left James with a free hand. With his free hand he explored my body. We kissed so passionately while his hands traveled over my skin. I arched my back, pushing against the wall behind me. I lifted my other leg, and wrapped it around his back just like the first. James gripped his hands on my shoulders and pulled back away from me, ending our passionate kissing.

I stared at him hungrily, my legs wrapped around his back, my back arched, and my shoulders and upper back pressed against the wall to support myself. He looked back at me with the same look of hunger and desire. He seemed a little surprised that I was as willing and desiring to do what we were doing.

His hands traveled down my body, briefly massaging my breasts, and then continuing down my body. His hands moved with such purpose, with such pressure. I groaned as he touched me. It dawned on me that we hadn’t said anything to one another. It was almost as if we were in this alternate reality, and if we spoke, we might break the spell. His hands reached my thighs, tightly wrapped around him. He rubbed my upper thighs, deeply and strongly.

He walked back into me, pinning me back against the wall, squeezing me between the wall and his body. His lips pressed against mine. I moaned. He moved his hands up to my waist, where he then put pressure. He pulled slightly away from me; his hands at my waist prevented me from moving with him. I tried to wrap my legs tighter to keep from falling. He pushed harder against me.

When he got me to stay the way he wanted, his hands began to rub down my body again. His fingers reached and rubbed against my naked cunt underneath my skirt. He pulled his lips away from mine and grasped, staring at me. I simply smiled. He slid his finger up and down my wet cunt, teasing my clit. I groaned and squirmed. He inserted his ginger into me; all I could do was gasp. He pushed his finger in and out of me twice, and then pulled it out. I sighed and moaned and looked at him with the best puppy dogface anyone has ever seen. Then I heard it. I heard his zipper lower on his pants.

After a bit of moving around, I finally felt his hard cock pressing against my pussy lips. My cunt stretched as he began to push himself inside of me. I groaned and moaned as he thrust deeper inside of me. I hadn’t seen it, but I knew his cock had to be enormous. I had never felt something that big inside of me before. It seemed like an eternity, but finally at long last his entire cock was inside of me. I looked at him, eyes wide open, mouth gaping.

I inhaled sharply as he began to thrust in and out of my cunt. I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his flesh. I pulled him close to me, and pressed my lips against his. We kissed, we moaned, but mostly we just breathed into one another as he fucked me hard against the wall. I kissed his lips, then his cheeks, then down to his neck. My head rested on his shoulder, moaning all the while he is fucking me like mad.

Then, all of a sudden, something made me look up at the ceiling.

“Oh shit! The camera.” I yelled.

It hadn’t dawned on me until just then, that all the while the security camera was recording our every move. Even my exclamation about the camera didn’t slow James down one bit. He continued to fuck me like crazy. My back scraped up and down against the cinderblock wall. I moaned like mad, and wanted so much to just forget about the camera and enjoy this amazing fuck fest, but I couldn’t. We could get fired! We probably already would get fired.

Again I said, “James, the camera!”

This time he paused, buried deep inside me. He looked me in the eye and said, “What’s wrong, you don’t want anyone to see us fucking?”

I looked back at him. “No. No. Oooooh.” I groaned as he thrust in and out of me again, and then stopped.

“Do you want me to stop fucking you then?” He asked.

“No, no oooooh.” I groaned again as he teased me once again, thrusting in and out of me and then stopping inside of me.

“Oh, so you want me to fuck you.” He said. “You just don’t want anyone to see it, or know about it. Is that right?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean… Oh!” That was all I managed to say.

James started fucking me like mad again. Slamming me against the wall. I t was amazing, so good, so good. I didn’t want him to stop, but I wanted us off the camera. I started telling him no, and to stop, and for us to leave, but I was telling him to fuck me all at the same time.

Then all of a sudden, James pulled me from the wall. He held me up in the air, still impaled on his cock. I gripped him round his neck. I was afraid I would fall.

“Don’t worry. I am not going to drop you, yet.” With that he bounced me up and down three maybe four times on his cock. “God, I can’t get enough of that tight cunt of yours.”

But with that he began to slowly walk, me still in the air impaled on his cock. I was shocked; where was he taking me? We were nearing the front of the service desk. I started hitting his shoulders and back, and whispering quiet for him not to do it. I really couldn’t imagine that he was going to do what he was about to do, but still I knew it wasn’t good.

“Here we go.” He said.

Any of my half hearted struggling was to no avail. Before I knew it James had thrown me onto the service desk, for all to see. He started pounding me on the desk of customer service. Some of the closing cashiers were still cleaning up the front lanes. It was like I could hear the entire store stop as they all turned to watch what was going on. But by now, I didn’t care. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it, and the feeling of James’ cock ramming into me was too great, and too much to let me think clearly.

“Oh yes. Harder James, fuck me harder.” I spoke quietly in his ear.

“What did you say?” He asked.

I repeated, “Fuck me harder James.”

“I still didn’t catch that,” he said as he fucked me furiously.

“FUCK ME HARDER JAMES!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

One thing was certain; anyone who had not noticed us fucking surely did now. I didn’t care. He was obviously going to have me either way, and I was defiantly going to enjoy it.

I laid spread out on the desk, James standing in front of me, pounding my hot wet cunt. I noticed people standing about watching what was going on. I was a bit embarrassed, but the longer he fucked me, the less I cared.

I looked down at my little wife and marveled at her beauty and steadfastness. She was naked to the waist, her bra and dress having been unfastened. One button held on her dress at her middle and – since she’d given me her thong long before – she was barely covered below only by her short skirt, her legs now glistening with the cum of a total stranger. Her right arm lay atop the seat back next to her, and her head lay on that as, gasping, she gathered her wits about her. She whined as I caressed her satiny skin ’til we were suddenly both dragged back to reality.

One of the several men who’d been attracted to her exhibit, who’d been jacking off behind us, stood and – without saying a word – tapped his erect cock on Kat’s arm, not three inches away from her face. No words were spoken. He uttered an interrogative moan, she responded with a surprised, but agreeable, mewl, and turned ninety degrees on her knees to face him standing in the row behind, and – for the first time in my married life – I saw my beloved Kat take another man’s cock into her mouth. The smooth, soft mushroom head of his veiny member slid past her full lips and her cheeks hollowed as she took the first wet, vacuuming suck on it. Savoring its taste, she then began cycling off and onto it, making little smacking sounds as she did so. I looked up at his face – a nondescript, fifty-ish face, breathing through a slack mouth – a lonely man who’d come to the theatre perhaps expecting nothing more than a quick release onto the seat back in front of him. Now that nearly anonymous person had found himself lucky enough to soon spew his creamy load into my beautiful Italian wife’s mouth. I desperately hoped he was free of disease. There was something profoundly ironic about the situation, especially given the loving years we’d shared…our children being just one aspect of our happy marriage.

Kat’s concentration was admirable. Her head moved fluidly forward and backward, with agreeable moans coming from her hot throat as she took the older man’s meat. She was naked to the waist, her pendulous tits hanging downward, which I serviced with my fingers, knowing from years of experience with her exactly how to pleasure her mammaries. And, of course, I noticed two or three other men getting in line in the row behind us, with unzipped flies, now waiting hopefully for their cocks also to be sucked by my wife.

At this point on screen, Ava had one knee on the couch with her other leg pulled forward at a strenuous angle, and her young partner, Jeff, was plumbing her to his balls. “Si!”, baby, “Si!” Ooh, fuck meee, pretty white boy! Fuuuuck mee!” she keened theatrically, throwing her hips back at him with resounding “plops”. If all we were seeing was the movie, it would have been a good fuck flick. With Kat providing extraordinary diversions, the dark movie house became an orgiastic amphitheatre.

As Kat knelt on her seat, sucking off her faceless partner, I moved one hand from a breast and reached between her legs to feel her wetness. I met her own fingers, of course, and moved away, yet lifted her skirt slowly to reveal to those around us the glory of her round, olive-skinned butt, thrusting up and down in response to her diddling fingers. Immediately there was a taker, a young man whose face I couldn’t see in the dark, holding his erect cock in one hand and poising himself to enter Kat from behind. I stood up and, though I was in the position of being a judge as to who might fuck my own wife, I demurred. As Kat moaned and slurped noisily at the cock she was blowing behind us, she sensed someone behind her – perhaps me – ready to enter her heated vagina. My hands stroked the majestic femaleness of her butt and she arched her back to raise her hungry pussy to its potential invader. But she was interrupted.

Carl had joined the fray and pushed aside the guy ready to fuck her. “Sorry, friend,” he said to the young interloper. “I’m her host and this first one is mine!”

I watched, somewhat fascinated, as our friend of one week whipped out his hard dick and began teasing Kat’s cunt with it. She immediately sensed Carl’s presence and looked backward. Seeing it was he prompted a smile as she returned to suck the cock in front of her face. “Finally…Tony!” she murmured, revisiting her lifelong brotherly fantasy. “It’s been…so loooonnnng!” she gasped between sloppy, noisy thrusts of her gaping jaw. Her last word was very prolonged as I watched Carl sink his erect dong into her slowly, moving in circles to touch all of her heated insides. His movements were smooth, not rough, and he appeared to be massaging the entire clasping lining of my wife’s birth canal.

“Ohhh, yeah, Kat…Kat…er…ina…it’s so good…baby,” Carl exhaled, as he drilled her slowly, drawing the hot pink inner labia from her pussy as he withdrew from her. “So good, baby…,” he kept saying as he screwed her and she pushed back against him. “So good, baby…, you’re gonna cum so good, baby.”

I watched as my wife absorbed more of Carl’s tireless drilling. After he had brought her to her first orgasm – knowing she’d have several more – I watched as the man fucking her face blew his load into her mouth. With some concern, I observed yet another man take his position at her lips and – after five minutes – she accepted “his” load without question. Then she climaxed again as Carl rooted at her until he’d finally spent himself deeply inside her. As his flaccid cock slipped from her cunt and he collapsed on the seat, the fellow he’d displaced took his position behind her and, though it appeared that Carl might push him away, he didn’t. Instead, as did I, he pre-empted the growing audience of masturbators at both ends of my wife. Kat had readied herself for another blow job and more fucking, with her arms crossed over the back of her seat, and now began dividing her oral attention between two stiff members that thrust feverishly at her gaping mouth. I could hear their cocks strike the top of her throat wetly as she mewled and gobbled them hungrily, all the while she was humping her cunt upward at the young fellow who’d just begun dogging her. Soon her unknown lovers were splashing their loads onto her face and ass, which she began rubbing into her buttocks as if the spunk were a fine skin conditioner. I decided that I’d seen enough and, though it took a few noisy minutes for us to fend off other potential gang bangers and get Kat’s dress buttoned, together we managed, as the movie ground on, showing Ava’s insatiable conquering of the young, white cock of Carl’s son.

It took two clean handkerchiefs to clean the mess of cum covering my wife’s olive-skinned face and bottom.

*Part 4*

“That was fantastic!” exulted Kat in the car, now exuding the overpowering scent of cum, not only the odor on her breath but from the tracks on her face and body. “Ooohh, Timmy, do we have to go home? I’ve just gotten started!”

“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?” Carl asked. “Tim?”

“Probably better,” I admitted, reaching for my cell phone to call the baby sitter to tell her to spend the night with our kids at home. God knows what the young teenager would think if she saw – or smelled – Kat. After I’d finished the call, I wondered what lay ahead of us. Among other things, I was intolerably horny, having only watched my wife’s antics at Carl’s club.

“That was probably a lot to absorb in one evening,” Carl said, as he and I relaxed with a drink while Kat was in his shower. His modern penthouse had a great view of the city as we sipped some excellent scotch and nibbled “hors d’oeuvres” while he showed me around. “You’re an interesting couple, and I’m very impressed with Kat. Before tonight, she appeared to be a bit unsure of her desires…her sexual potential. But that was merely due to basic shyness, I think. You’re a lucky man, Tim. And, she’s fortunate to have you as such an understanding husband.”

“I learn more about her every day,” I said. “You and your son, for instance, fulfill two brotherly fixations of hers. She has other sexual fetishes…chronic masturbation and – from what I can tell – a growing appetite for exhibitionism, which is fine. You’ve probably gathered that I’m a voyeur.”

“The thought “had “occurred to me!” he chuckled.

We hadn’t noticed Kat, who was standing on a short staircase leading from the bed and bath wing, wrapped in a pink terry robe after her shower. Her dark, Italian hair, eyes and skin made her look like a piece of the sweetest, fresh caramel candy, done up in a pale wrapper.

“For nine years I’ve had only one man,” she said softly, padding barefoot across the thickly carpeted floor to stand before me, setting down the empty glass from her fourth Tequila Sunrise of the evening, which Carl replaced with a fresh one. “An’ tonight…well, did anybody count?” she giggled. “But I’ve neglected the one I love,” she murmured, sincerely, reaching down to me and drawing me up to embrace her. Ah, Kat, the ever-sensitive wife, I thought, as I enveloped her luscious body in my arms. “You know I love you, Timmy, and I really want you…”now”…in front of Carl,” she whispered into my neck. “I felt kinda “abandoned” in the theatre…tho’ I knew you were there. You just didn’t “participate” the way I’d hoped.”

“Sorry, hon, this is kinda new for us,” I offered, lamely.

“Well, I wantcha’ to get with it now,” she purred, and kissed me deeply, tonguing me to the back of my mouth as she unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor. “Sit down, and lemme take that frown off your face.”

I sank to the sofa behind me, with Kat falling to her knees between my legs. My little librarian, I thought. Who woulda’ thunk it? As her lips closed around my rising cock, and her fingers lovingly stroked from my balls to the hardening tip of my penis, I looked across the room at Carl – himself a voyeur, obviously – and smiled. He nodded, mute, and began rubbing his clothed groin as my wife brought me to a raging erection.

“Oh, Kat…feels so good,” I murmured, for the ten thousandth time in my life.

“Yeah? I know you like this big guinea mouth o’ mine,” she stated, grinning, and took a sip of her drink, holding several ice chips in her mouth.

I almost exploded when she stabbed her freezing lips with my hot prong. Instead, I waited while she tortured me – with my butt off the sofa – and groaned as the cold of her mouth and my hot cock stabilized in temperature with gradually warming plunges.

“Aww, Kat…I’ve gotta fuck you,” I moaned, thrashing my head back and forth.

“Oooh, I know, sweetie,” she breathed. “Did you tell Carl about my brother Tony? Hmmm? How much he reminds me of him?” Then she sank her mouth back onto me and slurped for a few moments. Then she laughed, looking over her shoulder at him, saying, “Gawd, Carl, when you came inside me in the theatre I almost bit off that guy’s cock I was blowing.” She saw Carl undressing, hummed an appreciative sound to indicate her pleasure, and shed her pink robe as she moved up, straddling me. “He’s gonna watch us fuck,” she whispered to me, sounding a little tipsy.

Her snatch was dripping and she teased me with it. For several seconds I groaned out of frustration as she played my glans through the soaking petals of her pussy. “Kaaa-terrr-innna,” I growled, desperately awaiting that sublime moment – the first touch of my wife’s vagina – that had clasped and milked Carl’s turgid cock just an hour before. I looked across at him again…and he was completely naked, stripped of his clothing which lay beside him, and sipping his drink as he jerked at his thick, erect prick. He nodded at me as my wife slowly sat down on me, engulfing my throbbing, eight inch member. He was definitely a voyeur, and had produced a digital camera from somewhere.

“Is that good, baby?” she asked me as she slowly rose and fell on my dick, taking an agonizing several seconds to complete each cycle. I nodded quickly as my hands clutched at her full, soft breasts, rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs. “Gooood…’cause you’re the best, Timmy. You can…move better than…three dozen guys.” Carl’s camera flashed a few times as we set up a slow, plunging rhythm.

“Reach back and spread your butt cheeks, Kat,” Carl requested, gently. She did so, baring her pink anus and wet, swollen labia as they stretched around my probing dick. His camera flashed again and Kat left her hands on her tan butt, pulling its cheeks apart to give him a full view and craning her neck to raise her head with blissfully closed eyes. Carl stood to get a closer look and Kat sped up her movements, now swirling her pussy in a horizontal circle each time our loins met.

“Ohh…please do my ass,” she whined. “Please! It’ll be sooo goood!”

Carl didn’t need to be asked twice. He laid down his camera and positioned himself behind Kat and pushed into her rectum slightly, causing her to gasp. “Kat, you little vixen!” he exclaimed with surprise, “Did you find the KY jelly in my bathroom?”

“Mmmm, yeah. I’m all slick ‘n’ ready for you. Pleeze fuck me there! Ahhh…To-nnny!” she moaned, as he slid deeply inside her colon. “Gaawwd…yeeaah! I’m so fullll! Unh, harder, Tony! Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh!” she grunted as Carl stabbed away at her bowels.

She didn’t correct her use of Tony’s name, so it was obvious that Kat had revived the fantasy of her eldest brother, assisted somewhat by her tequila cocktails. And with that fantasy she got more animated…more rough. The look on her face, just an inch from mine, showed a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her wide mouth was open, her full lips stretched over perfect white teeth, and her brow was knit in a frown that – had I not seen it many times before – indicated that perhaps we should stop our painful probing. But she clearly didn’t want us to, since she was now clawing at her butt cheeks to open them wider. And as Carl sodomized her with greater force, she ground her clit down against me, now filling his living room with shrill, savage cries demanding more.

For several minutes we rode Kat, finally bringing her to a blistering orgasm, just as Carl spilled his seed into her ass. We locked her between our bodies and thrust madly into her as she screamed, “Aaaannhh! Aaaannhh! Aaaannhh! Aaaannhh!” Then she slowed her movements, experiencing little seizures as her climax waned, and quivered for thirty seconds, mewling as her trembling little body sought refuge in a post-orgasmic afterglow. Her head lay on my shoulder for a few seconds, as the movements of Carl and I slowed to a near halt. “Drink,” she whispered to me. “Gimme drink!”

Carl reached behind himself and retrieved her glass from the coffee table, which she grabbed and gulped down to its ice cubes. She’ll be hung over in the morning, I thought, as I heard the doorbell ring twice, quickly, then heard the front door slam. “Dad? You home?” yelled a male voice, and there stood Carl’s son, Jeff. “Ooops…sorry,” he said, as he quickly saw the Kat sandwich on the sofa – still pressed together as appetizingly as if made by some god-like, sensuous deli owner. “Thought I’d crash here tonight, Dad, rather than make the drive all the way home. Didn’t know you were busy.”

Carl started to disengage, but Kat clawed backward and dug her nails into his buttock, discouraging his flight. She was now facing the youth, her head still on my shoulder, and she murmured, “Well, hi, Jeff! Saw you earlier at the club! C’mere an’ lemme look at you! You remind me so much of my baby brother, Roy!”

Jeff walked toward us tentatively, stopping a few feet behind the couch on which we were nestled. Kat was looking up at him, now with one arm poised on the back of the sofa. “Sorry, m’am. Didn’t catch your name,” said Jeff.

“I’m Kat, an’ this is my husband, Tim. C’mere, don’t be shy,” she slurred, clearly drunk by this time. He stepped forward and she grabbed his jeans at the waist. At that, Carl slipped out of her ass, his softened, cum-covered dick making an audible sluicing sound. I, however, wasn’t even close to flagging. My balls felt blue, I hadn’t yet cum, and I knew what Kat was up to. Her fingers were busy unbuttoning the lad’s jeans – under which he wore no underwear – and they soon dropped, revealing his ten inch cock, which was already half hard. With my face just inches away, I detected the overpowering stench of female juice that still covered his groin from his show at the club. His pubic hair was matted and looked moist, with a thick deposit of yellowish discharge still surrounding the base of his prick. “Mmmm…yeeaah, this is nice,” Kat muttered, as her hand stroked him languorously…wetly…to an erection. “Saw you with that Latina in the john. You like Latin women?” she asked. He gasped in affirmation as Carl crossed the room to retrieve his camera. “I’m Italian. Does that count?” she grinned, looking up at him and moistening her lips, causing my cock to pulse a couple of times inside her.

“Suck him, Kat,” urged Carl, his camera poised for the first shot of them.

“Wait a minute!” she admonished, pulling Jeff closer so that his cock now stuck over my shoulder, pointed directly at my wife’s mouth. Then she said something that shocked me. “Ya’ know, Jeff, I took my little brother’s virginity! That’s right!” she said unashamedly, as both Carl’s and my faces dropped in disbelief. “An’ tonight I wanta remember all that. Okay if I call you Roy?” she asked, now deeply into another fraternal fantasy.

A groan was all that I heard from Jeff as my wife’s full lips slurped over the spongy crown of his prick. As she did this, she resumed her movements with me. With each pass of her head forward she took more of Jeff’s cock, absorbing a half-inch more each time, just to the right of my face. The sound of her mouth and gurgling throat absorbing his huge meat at such close proximity drove me crazy and I began hammering up into her in sheer, selfish abandonment. I watched her throat swell each time his hands brought her head to his crotch, and as her full lips curled outward to accept him, the upper one in his messy pubic batch, the lower one kissing his taut, stinking scrotum. I wanted so much to see him cum in her mouth, and for his seed to drip out around her sucking lips…but it was not to be. Finally, I roared out my completion, filling my wife’s vaginal cavity with what felt like quarts of semen. She shuddered and yelped as each shot spat from my embedded cock to paint her insides, and she moaned affirmatively, knowing that her obscene cock sucking had driven me to it.

Yet she continued working on Jeff until, finally, she pulled off and said, “Roy, honey, you taste like that woman…awful sour…with her cum. And my jaw’s a little tired. C’mon down here…Tim won’t mind…an’ les’ do somethin’ else.” Carl’s son circled the couch and, by the time I’d vacated my spot and he was standing over her, she was lying on her back with legs slightly spread, fingering herself and massaging one breast. “Mmmm, yeeaah, now gimme that big cock, baby. Jus’ pretend I’m your big sister, ‘n’ give it to me hard ‘n’ fast, okay?”

Kat’s fantasy baby brother did as he was asked. In one fluid motion he lifted her, standing her on the sofa, and slipped into her pussy a couple of inches. He dwarfed her, being well over six feet in height, and she locked her shapely ankles high around his waist to slowly screw herself down onto his mammoth penis. “Ooohh…sweet Jeezusss,” she gasped, as I snapped shots of him lifting her body up and down, spearing her soft insides with his cudgel. With each thrust he gained more depth into her, and she began an incessant keening, crying for him not to stop. His taut buttocks hollowed repeatedly and, with each plunge, brought surprised yelps from my wife’s mouth, which now spewed the most filthy encouragements for him to do more. Then, quickly, he spun around, facing us with his calves against the sofa, and she dropped her legs to stand on its cushions, at which point his thrusts began to squish out the cum I’d already planted in her, as well as that of Carl’s in her anus. A quick snap of the camera caught the shiny rivulets dripping down Jeff’s balls to pool on the floor.