Part 1
It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A rough year. Being a
single parent is no picnic, but we managed. I have a 15 year old daughter and a
son who is 13 and they have been very helpful. One thing they haven't been able
to help me with is meeting my sexual needs. When you've been married for 17
years like I was, you come to take some things for granted. Like the
availability of a willing and able partner to share the joy of making love. Like
I said, it had been a rough year. Until last week when things got better ... and
worse. I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house that
needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a "mental health" day rather
than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school, so I had the house to
myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the front doorbell ringing. Putting
down my coffee cup, I went to answer it. "Hi Jim. Can I come in?" It was Cindy,
who had been my wife's best friend. I couldn't imagine why she had decided to
pay me a visit, but I also couldn't think of a good reason not to let her in.
"Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?" "That'd be great, thanks." I got
her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and sat down. I sat on the
couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm, late Spring day and she had on a
pair of shorts and a halter top which did little to conceal the tight curves of
her cute little body. Cindy is 40, but you'd never know it. She has the body of
a 20 year old and she knows how to show it off. It used to bug Lana (my wife)
sometimes when she'd come over in one of her special outfits, but Lana didn't
have anything to worry about in the looks department herself, so it was never a
real problem. Cindy has dark brown hair and brown eyes, stands about 5-5 and
weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she has tight curves. She seemed nervous as
she opened the conversation. "I suppose you're wondering why I came over this
morning." "Well, yes, I guess you could say that." "I need your help with a
problem." "Oh?" I was thinking to myself that she should be having this
conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that. "Bob can't help me
with this problem. In fact, he's the problem, or at least part of it." "Sounds
to me like you need a marriage counsellor." "Bob would never go. And besides, we
can't afford it right now." "So, how do you think I can help?" "Well, " she
paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point of making some startling
statement, "I want you to help Bob perform better sexually." The temperature in
the room seemed to rise about ten degrees. It was so quiet that the fly buzzing
in the window across the room seemed very loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was
looking at her hands which were folded at her knees. "In what way?" "Bob doesn't
believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman, though he doesn't mind asking
me to perform it on him." "You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I
never would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always gotten
along well, though I wouldn't say that our relationship had been as close as
Cindy and Lana's had been. To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was
feeling a little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn't give her head. I
supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to convince him of
the error of his ways. I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly
as Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her and
twisted to face me. "Does he satisfy you in other ways?" "Sort of. He does o.k.
in the stamina department and I have orgasms most of the time. But it's very
frustrating to hear about other women whose husbands and boyfriends give head
when mine won't. We argue about it more and more now. We haven't had sex for
about a month." "Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends." "Jim,
Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with each other. She knew about
Bob's reluctance and she wanted to tell you about it, but I wouldn't let her.
She also told me what a wonderful lover you were and how she had multiple
climaxes every time you two got it on. She especially used to tell me how much
she enjoyed it when you gave her head. Did you really used to do it for an hour
at a time ... until she begged you to stop because she couldn't stand the
pleasure any more?" "I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a little
embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had thought to be private matters,
"but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving her pleasure in
that way. Damn, I miss that woman." I looked down at the carpet and thought
about all the great times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to
fuck and we did it as often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after
the kids came along, the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In fact, the
day she was killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a little "afternoon
delight." Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end to my beautiful wife and our
wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I thought of Lana and the good times we had,
my prick would spring to life and I would get a powerful urge to go and jack off
just to relieve the pressure. Usually, I resisted. I was startled from my
reverie when Cindy moved to me and put her arms around my neck, pulling my head
to her chest. "I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?" I looked up into those
huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I still can't explain what happened next,
but suddenly our lips met, my arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the
way friends kiss, but like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each
began a slow, passionate exploration of the other's mouth. Almost on cue, we
both broke the kiss. "I need you to do more than talk to Bob," Cindy whispered
breathlessly. "I'm as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A month without any sex has
me just about headed for the loony bin. Please Jim, go down on me." By this
time, my cock was about ready to rip through the fabric of the shorts I was
wearing and my balls had taken over my brain. Not having had sex for a year, I
nearly ripped her clothes off right there and fucked her brains out. I did have
the self-discipline remaining to escort her to my bedroom, however, and we were
soon naked on my large, lonely, king size waterbed, where we resumed kissing and
each began a gentle anatomy survey. "What a cock you have, Jim. It's even bigger
than Bob's." "I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock." "I'm
hoping to get some of each." "All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First,
let's have a look at you," I smiled as I pulled away from her to examine her
nude form. She smiled back and seemed to enjoy my visual inspection as she moved
this way and that to show her body to its best advantage. I just loved the way
her tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out even though she was
laying on her back. Her nipples were large and hard, sticking straight up from
the base of her comparatively small and very dark areolas. Her narrow waist and
flat tummy lead down to a set of perfectly shaped hips and long, handsomely
formed legs. I did see one small problem however. "I think that I can see one
reason why Bob is a little reluctant to go down on you," I said pointing to the
thick, heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of Cindy's thighs, "One of the
secrets of good male to female oral sex, in my humble opinion, is a trim pubic
patch, or better yet, no pubic patch at all. Don't go away, I'll be right back."
I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my barbering tools,
remembering activities which had become almost a ritual for Lana and me. "Didn't
Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat down there?" I asked as I
arranged everything to my satisfaction. "Yes she did, but I never really
believed her. Are you planning to shave off all of my pussy hair?" "No. Just the
hair that gets in the way of good oral sex. Actually, it's not that much more
than many women do in order to wear those string bikinis." She was very
cooperative as I arranged a towel under her ass and used a scissors to clip away
her thick, dark bush until only a short stubble remained on the area I intended
to shave. The other area, at the very top of her pubic mound, I trimmed only
slightly for the sake of neatness. Then, after using a warm, wet washcloth to
moisten the area to be shaved, I applied a thick coating of a special shaving
jell for sensitive skin and went to work with my razor. When I was finished, she
had a tiny patch of pubic hair left on the top of her mound, but the rest was as
bare and smooth as a baby's butt. I placed a mirror in front of her pussy and
let her have a look at my handiwork. I also got rid of the towel and my tools
while she conducted her inspection. "Wow," she exclaimed, "This is the first
time I've ever really taken a look at myself down there." She worked the folds
of her pussy open with her fingers to examine herself more closely. Her inner
lips were swollen with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips. I
began to massage the area with a special, soothing, oil. Cindy laid back on the
bed and moved her hands out of my way, giving me complete access. Finishing the
massage with some gentle strokes to both sets of pussy lips, I removed the towel
and shaving paraphernalia and got ready for the job at hand, or should I say
mouth. I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees back a
little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful cunt, and she was
hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right at the top
of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I bypassed the seat of her pleasure and
began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, switching from one
side to the other, bathing my senses in the silken feel of her skin, the taste
of her light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement pouring from her frothy
cunt. Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off the bed and
began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them lightly with my
teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I believe, a little frustration.
She wanted my mouth on her box. I wanted her to wait for it so as to enjoy it
more later and so I continued to tease her. "C'mon, Jim," she moaned, "don't
tease me like that." "Like what?" "You know what I want ... please." "Tell me
what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it." She was breathing hard
and her hips were undulating slightly as she sought to press her pussy into my
face. She did not want to say the words, but I was determined to make her say
them. I continued to kiss and nip the area all around her now superheated sex
flesh with out contacting it directly. "Lick me," she moaned. I licked the
inside of her thigh. "Nooooo ... lick my .... lick ... lick my ..." "Lick your
what Cindy?" "Lick my ... pussy," she gasped. I immediately moved my mouth over
her gash, which was now leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant
which crawled slowly down her ass crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a
shiny trail across her tightly puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor of
her sex was like a narcotic for me, and one which I had gone too long without. I
began to slowly, but very firmly, massage her major labia with my tongue,
working first one side and then the other. Cindy liked this very much, which she
indicated by pushing her hips up off the bed to increase the pressure. I
continued the tongue massage for a few minutes and then switched tactics, taking
as much of one of her thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then
sucking on it. The thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was newly
responsive, and taking it between my lips also caused me to come into contact
with the super sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with my lips
and tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked. Cindy began to
make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep in the back of her throat. I
thought she was going to come right there and I hadn't even gotten to her clit
yet. The scene reminded me so much of the many times I had done this to Lana
that I almost began to weep. Cindy's eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed
two handfuls of bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making
it a real challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged between
clenched teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached. I was still
working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them into my mouth, pulling them
away from her crotch, causing her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me,
working them with my tongue. Meanwhile, I was also using the index finger of my
right hand to very gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia, very
carefully avoiding her clit. Her own juices and my saliva had combined to make a
real swamp out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed beneath her
ass. I was wallowing in the taste and smell of feminine flesh, and her moans
became a symphony of sexual thirst. She was squealing her pleasure now, her head
moving from side to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling
about how good it felt and how close she was to coming. Replacing my finger
action with my tongue, I switched tactics and began to run my tongue quickly and
lightly all around her inner pussy lips, brushing her clitoral ridge, without
touching the hypersensitive tip, on each pass. Occasionally, I would use the
flat of my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the
thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was attacking with my
mouth. She began to come, her whole body tensing into something like the ruckus
of death, then relaxing, then tensing again as wave after wave of pleasure
overtook her. As soon as I felt her start to come, I immediately began to flick
the head of her very erect, very large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of
my tongue. Cindy screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the
windows were closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been able to hear
her. My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a little and let
her come down, still maintaining contact with my tongue and lips, but avoiding
direct contact with her clit for the moment, noting that it had retracted back
into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm and erect underneath its
protective covering. Her body was still undulating, though not with the force of
a few moments ago. Her hands were caressing my head, her fingers running through
my hair. She apparently thought I was done. Boy was she ever wrong. I looked up
at her and discovered that she was looking down at me from between her high,
proud, breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual satisfaction on her face. "Wow, Jim.
That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced." "Well, I'm a little
out of practice, but thank you anyway. Now lay back and relax. I'm not done
eating yet." "Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean there's
more?" "Lana wasn't kidding when she told you these sessions lasted a long time.
I am a man who really enjoys going down on a woman, particularly a woman who
tastes as good as you." Without waiting for a response, I began once again to
massage her outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something
new. Using the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the depths of
her vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would be there, and
finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried beneath her vaginal roof,
better known as the G. Spot. I was sure that she had never been given a g-spot
orgasm before, and I meant to show her what that experience was like. I was also
hoping that she shared a trait with my late wife, who had been a prolific female
ejaculator. Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips,
pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my tongue to
firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her clitoral ridge,
thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once. "Oh, Jim ... that's good.
What are you doing ... I've never felt anything like this ... Oh yeah ....
finger fuck me ... lick my clit ... make me come ..." Cindy began moaning and
mumbling snatches of words and phrases like these as I once again pushed her up
the ladder towards orgasm. Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick
as much of her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at
her clit and a little time probing the opening of her little piss hole right at
the top of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed, though it must have
been about four minutes or so, she was at the edge of a mind shattering g-spot
orgasm. I suddenly felt the inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers
just as her piss hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide and spurting
a jet of womanly fluid into my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth over the
opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her come, not a drop of
which escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid streamed past my
lips. This was a taste I had missed, and once again I nearly wept at the
memories it brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn at its
mother's breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I slowly removed
my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and licked off the thick
coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on them. Giving her pussy a last,
lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her legs to lay beside her
panting form on the bed. I placed my hand over her pubic mound and gently
massaged the entire area. "I take it that you have never had your g-spot
probed?" Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a comment," You
can say that again. Jim, I've read about the g-spot, but reading and
experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I thought I was pissing
into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care. I didn't piss on you, did I?" I
laughed. "No, you didn't piss on me. You came. You ejaculated, to use the
clinical term. Not every woman can do that. Lana could, and I didn't know if you
could or not. You can have a g-spot orgasm without shooting your come, but I was
hoping you would be a shooter. I just can't get enough of that stuff." She
rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the excess pussy juices from my
face, finishing with a long, deep kiss. "Now it's your turn," she said, smiling
mischievously.
Part 2
"You don't have to do this you know," I said, not wanting to make her feel
like I had gone down on her with quid pro quo in mind. "I'd be perfectly happy
just to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours." But she was already arranging
herself on the bed, positioning her head over my crotch, her eyes taking in the
size of my throbbing erection. She turned her head to look up at me and she
smiled. "I want to. I never said I didn't enjoy giving Bob head, I just said I
wanted him to give me some too. You're not forcing me to do anything, and
believe me, if I didn't want to, nothing could make me suck this monster of
yours," she laughed. Turning back to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss
right on the head, letting her tongue run around the smooth surface and
collecting the shiny dab of pre-come which had collected at the tip. She let the
head of my cock slide between her lips and worked her tongue into the pisshole.
She grasped and stroked my shaft with one hand while her other softly caressed
my balls. Lifting her mouth off my cockhead for a moment, she adjusted her
position so that she was kneeling between my legs. Then, grasping the base of my
cock just below my balls firmly in her right hand, she pointed the shaft
straight up at her mouth and began one of the most fantastic blowjobs I have
ever received. I groaned as I felt her warm, wet, mouth slide back over the head
of my cock. She stopped there for a moment, scrubbing the smooth surface with
her tongue, allowing saliva to accumulate until it was escaping her lips and
running down the length of my shaft. Using her spit as a lubricant, she began to
take more and more of my cock in her mouth, working it in with short but slow
strokes. I watched in fascination as more and more of my manhood disappeared.
Soon, I felt the head of my ten inch dick touch the soft flesh at the back of
her mouth and I saw her change the angle of her head and neck slightly. I
guessed what was coming next, but it still didn't prepare me for the sensation I
was about to experience for the first time. Lana had never taken my entire shaft
in her mouth. She just hadn't been able to do it, no matter how she tried. I
hadn't minded, of course, because the other things we did to each other were so
pleasurable. Still, I had always wondered how it would feel to have a woman
swallow my cock to the root. I was swiftly finding out. She didn't pause once
she began the final descent over my cock. I felt the head of my shaft pass the
back of her mouth and slide, seemingly without effort, into her throat. I could
just make out the outline of my cock as its head entered her neck. Soon, her
face was pressed against my pubic bone and she held it there, her tongue, lips,
and throat muscles working together to cause shockwaves of pleasure to race
through my nervous system. Needing to come up for air, she slowly slid back up
the shaft until the head popped out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva
connecting it to her glistening lips. She looked up at me with a shit-eating
grin on her face; "Did you like that?" Not waiting for any reply, she
confidently returned the head of my cock to her mouth swallowed my entire length
in one, long, smooth, stroke. She was in no hurry about it, her strokes were
each exactly alike. Long smooth descent, pause at the bottom while her throat
muscles worked the head and shaft of my cock, long, slow ride back to the top
until only the head of my throbbing member remained in her hot oral cavity. I
don't know how I stood it for as long as I did, but it seemed that the pleasure
went on for some time before I felt the pressure in my balls building up to the
exploding point. She sensed this too, because she suddenly pulled her mouth off
my cock and sat up on the bed, her hands still holding and stroking my shaft,
shiny with her spit. "I want you to come in my throat and in my mouth, Jim. I
want you to fuck my face." Once again she did not wait for my response, but
quickly moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, her feet dangling over the
side. It took a moment for the import of her actions to get through the lust
fogging my brain, but eventually I figured it out and got off the bed, moving to
stand with my cock suspended like a thick, fleshy sword in front her face. She
grasped my shaft with both hands and pulled it to her mouth, which opened wide
to accommodate the massive head of my cock. She was leaning forward slightly,
thus creating a straight tube out of her mouth and throat. Cindy reached her
arms around my hips and pulled me in all the way without hesitation; my balls
resting lightly against her chin as I penetrated her to the base of my cock. Her
face was buried in my crotch and she pressed her lips hard against my pubic
bone, her throat and tongue working me over all the while. She moved her head
from side to side like a dog playing with a slipper and wet, sloppy sounds were
coming from the junction of our bodies. I didn't know how she was able to stay
down so long without coming up for air. It seemed like an eternity before she
began to pull back, revealing the shiny, spit coated shaft of my cock as it
emerged little by little from her oral cavity. She grasped it by the base as she
removed it completely, once again remaining connected by a thick strand of
saliva. She looked up at me with a smile, once more. "Now, Jim. When I take you
in this time, you are to stroke your cock in and out of my throat just like you
would if you were fucking my pussy. I'm going to be playing with my clit and if
I'm lucky, we'll both come. Bob and I do this all the time and I usually reach
orgasm right about the time he shoots his load. Don't worry about how I'm doing,
just concentrate on your own feelings, o.k.?" Without waiting for a response
from me, she pulled my now nearly aching member back into her waiting, willing,
mouth and swallowed it once more. True to her word, I noted that one of her
hands had buried itself in her crotch, her fingers working her pussy in time to
the gentle stroking I was giving her mouth. I took her head in my hands and
started a slow, in and out fucking motion, not wanting to start to fast,
enjoying the sensation of having my entire 10 inches engulfed on each pass in
and out of her sexy mouth. Pretty soon, though, my lust took over and I began to
stroke faster, which caused her to speed up her clit stroking as well. Now she
was groaning, as was I, and her groans caused vibrations to move up and down my
cock, adding to my pleasure. Saliva was running from both corners of her mouth
and dripping down onto her tits, leaving a shiny trail between them. I felt my
balls start to tighten and I knew that my orgasm was close at hand. It had been
a month or more since I had jerked off last, so I knew that this was going to be
a real blast when it came. She sensed my closeness to climax as well and she
provided one final trick to bring me over the edge. Using the ample lubricant
provided by the saliva leaking from her tightly stretched lips, she thoroughly
coated the index finger of her right hand and proceeded to push that finger past
the portal of my anal sphincter, gradually working it deep inside my rectum
until she found what she was seeking. My pleasure had increased as I felt her
slide that wet finger into my ass, but I stayed in control until she found the
pleasure button buried deep inside that forbidden passage. At the first pressure
of her finger on my prostate, I slammed my cock deep into her throat and began
to come; great spurts of hot, thick sperm gushing down her throat. I could see
her throat muscles working to swallow the load. I pulled back to give her a
taste as her mouth continued to work me over. She was coming too, her left hand
a blur as she stroked her clit. She had pulled her finger from my ass and was
using her right hand to stroke more sperm from my cock as her mouth continued to
receive blast after blast of my frothy produce. As our orgasms began to subside,
I slid my still erect cock into her throat one last time, letting her swallowing
action milk the last drops of semen from my rapidly emptying balls. "That was
incredible, Cindy," was all I could manage as my now softening cock plopped from
her mouth. I flopped back on the bed, temporarily spent by my powerful climax.
"Thank you." "You're welcome," she said as she licked a few stray drops of come
from her lips and crawled up to join me on the bed. "Still want to fuck me, or
did I wear you out?" I recognized the playful, teasing tone in her voice and
responded in kind. "Just give me a minute and I'll give you all the pussy
pounding you can stand. Remember, you're talking to a guy who cock hasn't seen
the inside of a pussy for over a year."
I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to get us each something to
drink. As I was getting a couple of cold ones from the fridge I reflected on
what had just transpired. Reflected in some disbelief. I had just exchanged oral
orgasms with the wife of a friend. Not a good friend, but a friend none the
less. Guilt? I was feeling some. The next moment I was feeling something else. A
warm, definitely female, body pressed against my back and two arms reaching
around my front to take possession of my cock and balls with gentle hands. My
cock was almost instantly erect. Rational thought quickly fled as Cindy's nimble
fingers swiftly stroked my 10 inches to its throbbing fullness. "I got lonely
and thought I'd see what you were up to," Cindy giggled, continuing to caress my
cock and balls. "Mmmm, I'm glad. I like what you're doing, but I've got a better
idea," I replied, setting the soda cans on the counter and momentarily
disengaging myself from her pleasurable embrace. I turned to face her, planting
a long kiss on her upturned mouth. "Let's do it right here, right now," I said
breaking the kiss. She responded by moving to the counter and leaning over it,
presenting me with a great view of her ass and the pouting pussy my cock was so
eager to enter. And, applying a little spit to the head of my sex sword, I
notched it between those slick, newly shaven pussy lips and inserted the whole
thing in one long stroke. Cindy groaned with pleasure as she felt the last inch
push home. She ground her hips against my belly in a slow, sensuous circle.
Man... that pussy felt great as she gripped my cock, using her interior vaginal
muscles to work my more sensitive surfaces. Having gone without for so long, you
might expect that I came close to shooting right on the spot. Amazingly enough,
though it felt great, I knew that I was going to last a long time, probably
thanks to the terrific blow job I'd just enjoyed. I settled down to a nice, easy
stroke and prepared to go the distance. Cindy had other ideas. "C'mon Jim, fuck
me harder. My pussy's like a firecracker and its gonna blow any second!"
Grabbing her hips, I increased my pace and began slamming my cock to the depths
of her soaking wet cunt as hard as I could. She helped, pushing back as hard as
she could as I stroked to her depths. We were both breathing in grunts and
squishing, slapping noises filled the kitchen. I lubed her asshole with some
butter from the kitchen counter and started finger fucking her back door,
eventually working two fingers all the way to the last knuckle. With my fingers
buried in her ass, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her tight, hot,
pussy. It felt good to stroke myself while I was stuffed in her to the balls.
She was loving every minute of it. She had one hand between her legs stroking
her clit for all she was worth, occasionally reaching back to stroke my slick,
wet, cock as I continued to plumb her depths. We were blind to everything around
us, concentrated on our individual and combined pleasure, fucking for all we
were worth. Cindy was coming continuously, her contractions pushing me rapidly
toward my own climax. That's why neither of us noticed when Bob entered the
room. I noticed when the gun went off and Cindy's head exploded in a shower of
blood, bone fragments, hair, and brains just as I was blowing my load into her
spasming pussy, her death throes nearly cutting off my cock at the base. I fell
back to the floor, my dick still spewing its milky white discharge, as I saw bob
struggling with the action on his shotgun, which fortunately for me, had jammed.
Rolling to my feet, I charged him, grabbing the gun and pushing him back against
the stove. I blocked his attempt to knee me in the balls and pulling him off
balance I threw him to the floor, getting the gun from his grasp in the process.
He lay there, in the middle of the rapidly growing pool of hot, sticky, blood
still gushing from Cindy's twitching, headless, corpse. He began to sob, his
entire body shaking. I was nearly into shock myself from the sudden, deadly,
events of the past few seconds. I did manage to dial 911, however, and summoned
the police. I considered myself lucky that Bob had decided to off his wife first
and then me, rather than the other way around. Bob is doing 10 years for first
degree manslaughter, after which I have no doubt that he will come after me. I
had a hard time explaining what happened to my kids, not to mention the
neighbors, and I think that we are going to have to leave town because of the
publicity. Even in the 90's, it's still not acceptable to get caught banging
another man's wife. And that, I suppose is the moral to this story: Love thy
neighbor, but don't get caught.
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