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Jill slid behind a huge oak tree. She watched the mailman advance toward 1793 Norwalk Avenue. So far the morning had been unsuccessful, but she was sure she would catch him in the act. After all, he had been doing this for three years now. Jill had to find out, the suspense was killing her. Also, her reputation as the neighborhood gossip had to be upheld.
The mailman dropped several letters into the dark mailbox on the wall, then crossed the neatly-groomed yard to the next house. A dog barked nearby. Jill looked around suspiciously, then glance at the mailman.
“Damned,” Jill mumbled. She had been sure that 1793 was the right house. A very sexy blonde divorcee lived there. Jill turned and rested with her back against the tree. She found herself looking into the eyes of a 12 year old boy on a bicycle. He was looking from her to the mailman and back again.
“What are you doing?” the boy demanded.
“Why aren’t you in school?” Jill growled in an evil mood. He looked like a nosey kid. He would probably grow up to be a drug peddler.
“I’m home sick,” he said condescendingly.
“Then get your ass into bed. You don’t go out and play when you are home sick. NOW!” she screamed, hurrying him on his way. Jill rolled around the trunk of the tree and looked for the mailman. He was gone! So it must be 1795. He didn’t have time to go anywhere else. Unfortunately, she didn’t know who lived at 1795. Jill lived on the adjoining street, Madison Avenue.
Jill hurried down the sidewalk. She approached 1795, hurried across the yard and stood in front of a heavy hedge. She could hear voices coming through the open window, and one of them was definitely male. It must be him. She wanted to barge in through the front door and confront them, but she would be arrested for trespassing if she did. Unfortunately, screwing the neighborhood women was not against the law, even for a mailman who consistently delivered the mail half an hour late. She had set out to see who was stealing that half an hour. It was her half hour and she wanted it back. Her mail was supposed to be delivered at precisely 2:13 PM. Somebody owed her. Besides, her friends had challenged her. She had to find out all she could to satisfy them.
She heard a girlish peal of laughter and growled in outrage. Not only were they fucking, he was telling her jokes? How dare they. It was time to put an end to this. She broke a branch off the hedge before her, jabbed her arm with it and waited for a welt to appear. When one did appear she dropped the broken branch and approached the front door. She hesitated for only a moment, before pressing the button. A sweet black-haired girl in her early twenties opened the door. She gave Jill a questioning smile, looking around behind her, before looking at Jill again.
“I… I hurt myself on your hedge,” Jill said, displaying her marked arm.
“My hedge is on my lawn, fifteen feet from the sidewalk,” the woman said with a quizzical smile.
“Wha… oh,” Jill said in sudden embarassment.
“Come in,” the woman said, stepping back. Jill practically lunged inside. She immediately saw the mailman sitting at the dinning room table. He was eating a cookie. There was a tall glass of milk in front of him. His bag of mail sat on the floor behind him. If he had been 200 pounds heavier and dressed in red, he might have been mistaken for Santa.
Jill looked into his smiling, wholesome face, and piercing blue eyes. Her breath was taken away at that one glance. She had never been so close to him before. He was slender and handsome.
My God, what am I doing here? Jill suddenly wondered, feeling totally out of place.
“Hi,” the mailman said. “Come for cookies?”
“She had an accident,” the woman said with a warm smile. She needs a bandaid.
“I know you,” he shook a cookie at Jill while chewing thoughtfully. “1929 Madison Avenue?”
“Yes,” Jill said in surprise.
“Why that’s just across the block,” the black haired woman said in surprise.
Jill nodded, confused, embarrassed, horrified. “I… I wanted to meet you and couldn’t think of a rational excuse,” Jill lied to the woman. “So I made up…” she trailed off, wishing that God would strike her dead and save her from further embarassment. How could she be so dumb? How could she mistake an elicit affair, with a milk and cookie stop? She was so fucking stupid.
“How sweet,” the woman said, pressing a bandaid over Jill’s welt. “Ok, you sit and I’ll get another glass. Today is chocolate chips, Todd’s favorites.”
“Todd?”
“That’s me,” the mailman raised his cookie.
Jill reluctantly picked up a cookie, bit into it, and moaned in enjoyment. By the time that the milk arrived, she was just finishing her second cookie.
“Another happy customer,” Todd said, wiping his face. “I got hooked on Janice’s cookies when she left me a batch for Christmas one year. I thanked her, she invited me in and I’ve been stopping ever since.”
“I think that was four years ago,” Janice said.
“Three,” Jill said automatically. She didn’t look up to see the surprised looks on their faces. She finished her third cookie and downed her glass of milk. Todd was lifting the bag of mail to his shoulder.
“Wonderful,” she gasped as the milk cooled her stomach. “Thank you very much,” Jill said, getting to her feet. “I have to get back to my… house,” she said, running out of excuses. She practically ran from the house. Todd and Janice looked after her in surprise. Todd shook his head, thanked Janice, and walked out. Janice looked at her crumb-covered table, shook her head at her peculiar neighbors, and started collecting glasses.
“How could I be so fucking stupid?” Jill mumbled, pacing from one side of her dining room to the other. “How could I be SO fucking stupid?” she yelled. She looked out the window and saw the mailman approaching. She was still so embarrassed that she wanted to die. But she wanted to fuck that good looking son-of-a-bitch even more. Out of sheer desperation she rushed toward the front door and yanked it open, scaring him out of his wits. He paused with the mail in his hand and handed it to her with a smile.
“Please, come in,” she said, pulling him forward.
“Well I really have…”
“I wanted to apologize. I thought you were having an affair and I was jealous. I went to confront you and…”
“Why would you be jealous?” he asked skeptically.
“Because… because… Because I wanted to have an affair with you too,” she finally gasped.
“Really? That would be wonderful. Nobody has ever offered before,” he said happily. “I’ve heard stories, you always hear stories, but to actually meet…”
“Will you fuck me or not?” she demanded.
“Well sure. I’d be happy too,” he dropped his mail bag on the floor. She gasped in surprise, then quickly slammed the door behind him. She led him to the couch, abruptly at a loss. She really hadn’t expected him to say yes.
“You have a nice place here,” Todd said, looking around. “Does a husband come with it?”
“No, not any more. We were only married for a year.”
“Too bad. It’s a hell of a waste,” he said, suddenly touching her shoulders. She shuddered under his touch. She bent and began patting couch cushions into place. He leaned forward and placed his nose near her ass. He sank down to his knees behind her. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little like pussy and a little like lilacs. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they slid up into her shorts, until each hand held a cheek of her ass. He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.
Todd pushed up the left leg of her shorts until he found the soft crease just below her ass cheek. He kissed it gently, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more, Todd spun her around and sat her on the couch.
Her slender soft hands came down to rest on his head. She caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma of her pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his ear. Eating pussy was something that Todd seldom did, but he could make a slight exception. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tight against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue.
Todd didn’t mind stimulating the woman, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She laid with her ass presented, her hands on the cushions of the couch, as he stepped out of his uniform. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, Todd fucked Jill hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from school. He watched them absently, as he plunged up into Jill’s sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and creating a wet spot on the carpet. Her hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed.
She had been watching Todd since the day he first became her mailman. She had even gone into her bathroom to masturbate. Now she was actually being fucked by the handsome young man right in front of her window, and she didn’t care. She loved a man in uniform.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with fire. He was wild and young, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Who would have thought that SHE was the illicite affair on his daily rounds. Should she tell her friends, or keep them in suspense?
“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon. Todd pumped into her ass several more times, then stopped. His legs were getting tired. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.
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Jane shuddered, gasping for breath and holding the refrigerator door in a death grip. This was what she wanted, but Bobby didn’t even have the decency to ask. She should be angry, but not before her knees became rigid again. At the moment they were water.
Bobby pushed Jane forward until her cheek rested against the cold refrigerator door. With clumsy hands, he undid the clasp on her skirt and let it drop around her ankles. His hands found the top of her panties and pulled, leaving her ass naked. She stepped out of the panties and spread her legs wide. He opened his mouth and tried to inhale one of her tiny ass cheeks. She shuddered and moaned quietly, while trying to smash the door of the refrigerator in her clenching fingers. His mouth went to the other ass cheek, then he began licking her asshole with long, hard diligent strokes of his tongue. With her eyes tightly closed, Jane tried to endure the brutal pleasure emanating from her ass. She had never been reamed before. Harvey would have puked at the idea. Long ago he may have done it, but lately it was hard just getting him to fuck her. Things changed.
Bobby reached Jane’s pussy. Jane had a huge pussy, for such a tiny girl. It appeared to be cutting the lower half of her body in two. It was also hairy, if not scrupulously manicured. At the moment is was neatly shaved, leaving large dark lips on either side of her pussy. Some people found such a pussy sexy, while others liked a small delicate pussy. Bobby happened to like Jane’s. It was the most fuckable pussy he had ever seen.
With brutal hands, Bobby spun Jane around and pushed her up against the refrigerator. With her back to the refrigerator, she could look down and watch Bobby enjoying her pussy. It was wonderful. He leaned way down and tipped his mouth up, then sealed his mouth over her pussy from the side, while his hand held her stomach, pushing her against the refrigerator. She gasped and withered beneath the brutal hand and mouth. He was completely out of control. His only thoughts were for his own pleasure. But Jane didn’t mind, his pleasure was giving her pleasure.
Bobby took her right leg and lifted it, allowing it to rest on top of his left shoulder. This raised her pussy slightly, giving him better access to her womanhood. He ate eagerly, cruelly, without regards for her feelings. He ate because he wanted to taste her cunt, and to watch her wither under his control, not to provide her delight. Her feelings were secondary.
“On the table,” he said in a gruff voice, pulling away from her pussy. She obediently left the refrigerator and approached the table. He pushed her across it with one mighty shove. She fell with her body across the table, her feet still on the floor to support her weight. She looked over her shoulder and watched him dropping his pants. His cock sprang out, not a monstrous cock, but adequate for her needs. He approached with his cock in his hand and pressed it against her large pussy. She gasped as the tip found the proper insertion point and shoved up into her cunt. She gasped at the abrasive friction she felt inside her. Eventually, he pressed in and out a little until he lubricated his member with her fluids.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” Jane gasped. Bobby pounded away at her ass. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks, making a loud slapping sound that echoed through the kitchen. The wooden table squeaked under her weight, and his impetuous. She felt his hard cock sliding well up inside her, either due to her position, or because his cock had grown. Either way, it was wonderful, even though Bobby was brutal and thoughtless. His cock felt wonderful inside her loins. The hairs of his legs tickled the inside of her thighs. His hard hips pressed into her soft little ass, bouncing off it with each stroke.
Taking dainty little puffs of breath, Jane clasped her hands in front of her, then grabbed the far end of the table to keep from being jolted so hard. The table was squeaking even louder. She was afraid that their love-making would collapse it. That would be hard to explain when Harvey got home.
The smell of her sex would be easy to hide, she would cook fish for supper.
“Oh yes, fuck me good,” she cried, feeling the friction of his attack intensifying the fire in her loins. She was burning from her ass to her chest. He pounded away relentlessly, impaling her sweet, helpless ass with his long rigid pole. It was well-coated with her juices. They glistened in the afternoon light, coming in through the kitchen window. His balls swung beneath them, pounding repeatedly against her stiff clit and stimulating it. His rough hands were holding her tiny waist, helping to propel his hard groin forward, into her helpless ass.
Bobby’s breath came in long, easy gasps, like the breath of a long distance runner. His body hardly broke a sweat. He was not at all winded. His eyes were closed as he bit his lower lip and sank his manhood repeatedly into the older woman’s sopping wet pussy. She was a good fuck, a very good fuck.
“Oh my God,” Jane gasped. “Oh Bobby, I’m coming,” she hissed.
“Let it happen. Don’t worry about me, just let it happen,” he said without opening his eyes.
“Oh f… oh,” she gasped, clinging to the edge of the table. “Oh Bobby…” she squealed as her pussy began exploding inside her. The fire between her legs spread throughout her body. Her pussy clenched his cock, which continued to slide in and out several times, before he stiffened and hissed behind her. She turned, looking over her shoulder, just as she felt his hot cum filling her pussy with molten heat. She moaned, enjoying this added thrill.
Her pussy was starting to relax again. Many false tremors continued to spasm inside her, but her real orgasm was over. She grew aware of the vise-like grip of his fingers on her hips. If he was not careful, they would leave marks. If they did, Harvey would leave marks on him.
“You’re hurting,” she gasped. His grip immediately relaxed. He humped lightly against her ass, until his orgasm finished. He pulled out reluctantly, and bent down to grab a roll of paper towels from the bag. He tore off one for himself, then handed one to Jane.
“Don’t worry about the carts,” he said as he pulled up his pants, “just bring them back when you have time. I have to get back to the store.”
“I’ll get your tip,” Jane said, pulling on her panties. She suddenly felt shy, turning away as she dressed. Bobby watched with great interest. He accepted the 40 dollar tip, then turned toward the door.
“Same time next week?” he asked happily.
“Absolutely,” she nodded with a quick smile. And so her weekly delivery boy left the house.
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Jane Marsh selected two packages of bacon and added them to her cart. She pushed around the end of the isle and looked down the bread isle toward the check-out. The line was a mile long. With a little angry swish of her skirt, she added bread to her shopping cart and parked at the end of the line. While she waited, she noticed the cute black-haired kid, which she had seen before, working at the first check-out counter. He was bagging groceries and helping old women with their packages. Jane was 23 years old, that was very old in dog years. She resolved to somehow be in line for the first check-out when the time came. And she was.
“Next,” a middle aged man shouted from counter number three. Jane pushed slightly ahead and faked an ankle injury. She watched as the woman behind her quickly pushed past, then Jane quietly stood and headed for counter number one.
Jane was a hot woman. Jane knew she was hot, she had been a hot woman since the age of 13. Jane was small, petite, with an absolutely killer figure. Jane was cute, cute as hell. But Jane had an illness which made her ugly. It was called marriage. She was married to a very large guy with a short temper, and most of the country in that area knew him. He had been the high school football hero, and was now the top mechanic at Weber’s.
“Paper or plastic?” Bobby asked.
“Paper please, Bobby,” she said in her sexiest voice. He looked at her in surprise, then shrugged his indifference. This angered her, but not enough to ignore Bobby. Bobby was hot and she like hot guys.
“Coupons?” the gum chewing overweight woman at the check-out asked, looking from Bobby to Jane.
“No,” Jane said in disgust.
Jane bent down and tried to pull a huge box of soda from the bottom of the cart. It appeared to be too large. She was aware of how her short, summer skirt slid up her legs, revealing her entire thighs right up to the her stocking tops. Many guys, and two women, also noticed.
“Oh Bobby?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, coming around the counter. He saw her dilemma, and her panties, and bent to help. It took him some time to get the box of coke from the cart to the counter. His eyes lingered on her legs, as she slowly stood with a grateful look.
“Anything else?” he asked insolently.
“God I wish,” Jane said quickly. He returned to his bagging duties with a slight smile.
“One hundred and sixty-seven dollars,” the woman said as the rubber belt stopped moving.
“My, that’s a lot of groceries,” Jane said, looking at the cart.
“Should I help you to your car?” Bobby asked.
“Yes, would you?”
“Sure. I’ll follow you,” he said, grabbing the carts and heading for the door. He paused to allow Jane to pass. She pushed through the doors into the warm summer breeze. She started across the parking lot, with the rattle of shopping carts following her. As she turned toward the sidewalk, the carts stopped. She turned and looked at Bobby.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
“Where are you going?” he asked, still not moving.
“My house. It’s right down there, five houses down,” she pointed down the street.
“Hell, I’m supposed to be bagging,” he said indecisively.
“I’ll give you a big tip,” she said enticingly. A smile lit his face. He started forward, watching the sway of her hips. He liked the way the summer breeze occasionally blew up the back of her skirt. She had a really nice ass.
“There it is,” she said, pointing at the house ahead. She pressed a button on a keychain and the garage door opened. Good, he didn’t have to pack the groceries up the stairs to the front door. He pushed the carts into the garage. She touched a switch and the lights came on, while the garage door closed behind them. She opened the inside door and motioned him forward. She smiled sweetly as he took just one cart and shoved it up the slight incline and inside the house. He followed her to the refrigerator, then stopped while she took out milk and began stacking it. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table, waiting for her to empty the carts. As she opened the refrigerator and bent to stack boxes of milk on the bottom shelf, the light from the refrigerator made skirt transparent. He could see her ass through the material. His cock was hard and willing. It wanted to part those ass cheeks and fill her void with hot meat.
Impulsively, he slid forward and dropped to his knees. She closed the refrigerator door, backing one step as she did so, placing her ass directly in front of his face. He put one hand on each of her hips and held them in place, while he pressed his nose against the material of her skirt and sniffed. He found the distinct aroma of pussy in the material of her skirt. His warm breath penetrated the material and heated up her ass and pussy. She gasped, holding on to the front of the refrigerator for support. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her face lit with a look of heavenly bliss. His hot mouth found the material of her pantied mound through the thin material and mouthed it.
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“You want coffee?” Tonya asked. John sat down and grabbed the remote. He immediately saw a picture of the meteor. It looked huge.
The science advisor for the white house was speaking.
“…the President’s plan to destroy the meteor,” the tv said in mid-sentence.
“Good luck with that,” he mumbled. “Sure, cream no sugar,” he yelled.
Tonya joined him with her own coffee. “I hardly feel married,” she said as she took a sip.
“Shhh, I’ve got the end of the world on.”
“Are they saying anything new?”
“Something about destroying it.”
Tonya coughed and choked. “Can they do that?”
“I don’t think so. The mass is approximately 200 square miles.”
“But John, what if they do?”
“They we live a long and happy life,” he said with a smile. His eyes suddenly widened. He looked down at the wedding band on his hand and toyed with it with his fingers.
“Yeah,” Tonya nodded.
“…the combined force of 60 ICBM’s may shatter the ice meteor in time,” Richard Gavin was saying. John knew him, he was a colleague.
“Ice?” John said in awe.
“What? What does that mean?” Tonya looked from him to the television.
“If it’s really made up of ice, the sun is softening it even now. The combined force of several nuclear weapons could shatter it. Theoretically, the pieces would burn up in the atmosphere.
“Could that guy be wrong?” she pointed at the TV.
“Richard is never wrong. He won’t even open his mouth until he’s checked his facts three times. How could I be so stupid?” he said with a small laugh.
“Then we won’t die?” she asked happily.
“Apparently not. And I have a brand new wife,” he said, hugging her close. “I guess we should tell the children,” he looked out the window toward his own house.
“I don’t think they are home yet. I hope they get home safely, the world went a little insane there for a while.”
“Yes, and so did we. I guess we had better cancel our date with the waitress,” he said with some misgivings.
“Not necessarily,” she said thoughtfully. “Not unless you want to,” she said quickly.
“No, it’s fine with me,” he said, restraining a shout of joy. “I think I might enjoy married life,” he said with a chuckle.
The End
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Oh, you’re ready,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a twisted smile. He sank between her legs and simply looked at her intricate, delicately pedaled pussy. As pussies went, it was a nice one.
She watched silently as he sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. She gasped when he leaned forward and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. He sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue. His thumb went to the bottom of her pussy and rubbed it gently. One by one he stimulated all the areas of her pussy, which he could reach without interfering with his tongue. She was soon squirming on the couch.
John was beginning to lose control. Unlike him, she had sex on a routine basis. She didn’t need to cum before they fucked. And John needed to fuck her cute little pussy in the worst kind of way. Feeling slightly guilty at not finishing her, he stood, spun her around and bent her over the couch. She laid looking back, unprotesting with her ass presented, her hands clutching the cushions of the couch. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He filled his hands with her womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, John fucked Tonya hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from school. He watched them absently, knowing his own daughters would be coming home as well. He plunged his cock up into Tonya’s sweet pussy, while wondering what his daughters would say if they knew he was there, fucking this beautiful woman. Would they be proud? Outraged?
His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down her creamy thigh. His cock made a slick, wet sound as it slid smoothly in and out of her swollen pussy lips.
Tonya’s hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her pussy with pleasure. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed. She couldn’t believe the battle was over. She giggled at her own pun. The Battle was over.
She had been watching John since the day she first came. He was older, aloof, and dignified. Now she was actually being fucked by him.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Why did he have to wait for the end of the world before he approached her? Tonya suddenly felt the fire burning in her loins. Her inner thoughts had distracted her. She was hot, ready to cum.
“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon. John pumped against her ass several more times, then stopped. He wanted to change positions.
“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he whispered. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her.
He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out of her cunt. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He continued to pump away inside her pussy, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.
She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A satisfied smile lit John’s face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her pussy clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against him, trying to intensify her orgasm. He stopped and waited, while her sensitive pussy relaxed. Slowly, he began pumping his cock into her pussy again. Her eye lit momentarily in astonishment, then closed in pleasure. He had waited just the right amount of time. His ex-wife’s training was coming in handy. John was an excellent lover.
John rubbed his hands over her upper thighs, as she panted and hunched her pussy against him. John loved it, he loved it all. He loved the sexy way that Tonya fucked him back, he loved her exquisitely beautiful and slender body, and he loved the feeling of fucking a young girl who appreciated an older man who could hold off his orgasm for 15 or 20 minutes longer than a young man. It was all fantastic.
John suddenly realized he was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her pussy and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her cute mound. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to another orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.
They rested. Tonya lit a cigarette. John started to caution her about the evils of smoking. He suddenly remembered the meteor and chuckled to himself.
“I keep forgetting,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“Forgetting what?”
“That the world will end tomorrow.”
“Oh, damned, so did I. I was happy for a moment.”
“Sorry.”
“So what are you going to do now?”
“Kiss my daughters, overeat, sit in the middle of a women’s locker room and watch them get naked, maybe rob a bank.”
“Be careful, you don’t want to spend your last day on earth in jail.”
“Point well taken,” he nodded.
“Can I go with?”
“I… sure, why not,” he said in amazement. “You would be an excellent companion.”
“Now you notice,” she said as she took a drag from her cigarette.
“Let’s shower and dress,” he said, rushing toward the bathroom. They made a race of it. Luckily, the layout of the house was identical to his own, so he reached it first. They took a shower together.
John entered, holding the door for Tonya.
“Dad,” Emily, his oldest said. Her face changed when she saw Tonya.
“This is Tonya, our neighbor,” John said calmly.
“I know, dad,” Emily said in a condescending tone.
“We are lovers,” John said matter-of-factly, trying to break through her superior attitude. It worked.
“Wh… what!” she gasped.
“We have been making love all afternoon. I highly recommend it. I would suggest that you go out and try it yourself.”
“Dad,” Emily gasped.
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged.
“Not hardly, dad.”
“Well I will write you a check for three hundred dollars. Divide it equally with your sisters and have fun,” he said, taking out his checkbook.
“Only a hundred, John?” Tonya asked, looking from one to the other, then giving him a significant look.
“Right,” he said, holding his pen aloft. “I will make it three thousand. Make sure they get their share.”
“Ouh, I like her already,” Emily smiled at Tonya. Tonya gave her a bright smile in return. “Hey, are you trying to get rid of us?” Emily asked, taking the check.
“Absolutely.”
“Well it worked,” Emily said happily. She hugged her father, then Tonya, and ran upstairs screaming for her sisters.
“I’ll get my hugs and kisses when they run out of money,” John said sagely. “Right now, it’s time for us to have a little fun. What would you like to do first?”
“Get married?”
“A great idea. But I’m afraid the law doesn’t allow it. There is a waiting period and such.”
“What if you share your news with a minister. I’m sure he’d make allowances.”
“We can try,” he shrugged, leading her to the door.
Mr. and Mrs. John S. Battle stopped at Luigi’s for lunch. They ate as much as they could hold, then ordered the most expensive wine. John’s 100,000 bank account was dwindling. Not that he would need it after tomorrow.
John finished his meal and sipped his coffee. His eyes went to the shapely waitress who had waited on them. She was a bitch, but a good looking bitch.
“I would love to get a piece of her,” John said as Tonya lit a cigarette.
“Well as your new bride, I should take exception to that. But I won’t. Wait until she returns and stick your hand under her dress. What do you have to lose?”
“My eye, my nose, my…”
“Ok, I get the message. What if I distract her?”
“How?”
“A kiss should do it. You game?”
“Ok, sure,” John said breathlessly. It was hard to drop the trappings of civilization, after rigidly following the rules for so long. But what the hell.
“Miss,” Tonya called. She saw the disgusted look on the waitresses face. That decided them. She needed to be taken down a notch.
“Yeah,” she said as she stood beside John and looked across the table at Tonya. Tonya crooked a finger at the girl. The girl leaned across the table, as if to listen. Tonya grabbed her on the back of the neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The girl struggled for a moment, then responded. John heard the murmur of surprised voices behind him. He didn’t care. They would all be dead tomorrow. He would give them something to remember.
John lifted the girl’s black dress and gawked at her white panties. He heard excited chatter behind him, mixed with a little laughter. He calmly hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. She struggled, but Tonya had a good hold on her hair. John leaned down and licked the girl’s ass, then leaned down until he could lick her pussy. After several wonderful strokes he sat up and wiped his mouth.
“She is fantastic,” he said to his new wife. “You should try her.”
Tonya released the angry girl. She turned from one to the other, not knowing who to slap first.
“I will give you five thousand dollars to stop by my house later and fuck us both,” Tonya said calmly. The girl’s mouth opened in outrage, then it closed with a snap.
“Make it ten.”
“No, five. You are not quite worth ten.”
“I… ok,” she said, suddenly happy. John helped her pull up her panties. She left, giving them a wave. Applause broke out in the restaurant around them. An angry manager came out of the kitchen to see what as going on.
“Ooops, time to go,” John whispered. He left a very large tip and took the unfinished bottle of wine. They went outside to the fountain. They sat on the fountain wall and shared the bottle.
“This is nice,” he said, handing her the bottle.
“It is,” she agreed. “Wouldn’t it be nice if nobody had inhibitions, they could all live life like we are today.”
“I think there is a song about that. No, it wouldn’t be nice, it would be utter chaos,” John said with a laugh.
“An uproar broke out around them. Several women screamed and men cursed.
“What’s the matter?” Tonya called to the nearest man.
“A meteor. It’s coming at the earth. We will all die tomorrow,” the man screamed over his shoulder as he ran for home.
“Well, the word is out,” John said sadly. “We might as well go home and watch the news.”
“I guess so. We can’t do much now.”
A window suddenly broke behind them. John shielded Tonya from the broken glass. They ran out of the square.
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“No, sorry,” he said, finishing his coffee. He was becoming very uncomfortable. It was time to leave. He set his cup on the coffee table. A movement distracted him. He looked up to see the lady sitting naked from the waist up. She was fucking perfect, he observed.
“You are about to run away. I have dated losers long enough to know the signs. Don’t run, fuck me,” she begged in all sincerity. John looked at her small, firm, breasts and licked his lips. Under normal circumstances he might not want to get involved with a girl ten years younger than himself. Hell, she was barely six years older than his oldest daughter. But as he well knew, life was not normal.
“Why yes, I believe I will,” he said walking over to the couch. She slid aside to make room for him. He sat and she pulled him into a fervent kiss. He felt his body waking up. He hadn’t dated in… too long. Nearly ten years. Could he remember how to do it?
His hands went to her firm breast. He mashed them gently in his hands, then thumbed her nipple with his right thumb. She gasped and gyrated beneath him. She breathed noisily through her nose, while searching his mouth with her tongue. She gently sucked his tongue into her mouth and fenced with it, with her eyes closed and hands roaming over his body.
John realized that he remembered how to make love to a woman. All his old tricks came back to him. He had learned a lot from his ex-wife. That should have been a clue that something had been wrong with his previous marriage. He should have realized that something was wrong when he first realized that his first wife was learning much faster than he was. But he had been naive. She gained her storehouse of knowledge through experience. And she gained more each and every day they were married. The Holiday Inn had given her a running account. The local salesmen had passed her name and phone number from hand to hand. She had been very popular. John only realized what had been happening when one idiot left a message on his answering machine. Otherwise, he was so dedicated to his job that he might have never found out. Thanks to that answering machine message, she had been forced to leave without a penny, and without the girls. He had been very happy with his new life. But sex had been one thing he was forced to give up. Now he regretted that loss. He should have been making love to a beautiful woman such as… who?
“What is your name?” he asked, breaking the kiss.
“Tonya,” she said, pleased that he would ask at such a moment. She had many prerequisites for a “good man” and…
“What’s yours?”
“Doctor John S. Bat… John.”
She had many prerequisites for a “good man” and John was filing them all.
Tonya reached down and pulled the bows on each side of her bikini. She pulled the cords out and dropped them, watching John as the front of her bikini fell, opening her pussy to his view. He looked shocked, eager and desperate, while she watched with a coy smile. She waited breathlessly, while he surveyed her pussy, then sank his face between her open knees and kissed it. Tonya shivered in appreciation. But rather than eating her pussy, John calmly sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“A vagina is so ugly,” he said without preamble.
She gasped in surprise, but he seemed not to notice, or care.
“A man’s penis is an amazing invention. It can retract when it’s not needed, or extend to an amazing length when it wants to make love to a woman. But a vagina is nothing more that a slit between a woman’s legs. With either a vagina or a pair of breasts, a man is so infatuated with them both that he will do anything to attain one. It’s amazing to what lengths nature can go to perpetuate the species,” he said with a smile as he stepped out of his trousers.
“Because right now your vagina… your pussy, is the most exciting thing I have ever seen,” he whispered. His hands were starting to shake.
“You don’t think a pussy is cute?” she asked teasingly.
“A pussy stops being cute when a girl turns eight.”
“Oh, so you don’t want my pussy?” she asked, lightly petting the light brown pelt of hair above her puffy lips.
“I want it with all my heart.”
“Then promise me that I can attend all of your future Thanksgiving dinners.”
“The world will end in 2 days.”
“I know, but promise me anyway.”
“Of course you can,” he sank down to sit beside her.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile. She pushed him back, knelt on the floor, and spread his legs. She slid between them and dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. He gave a shuddering gasp and fell back against the back of the couch. He watched her beautiful face bobbing up and down on his cock. He hadn’t seen that in so long. God, how he missed it.
She looked up and locked gazes with him, then smiled.
Time passed. She methodically bobbed up and down as the world continued outside. Horn’s honked, people yelled, laughed, or cried out. Dogs barked and a plane passed overhead. The world continued, unaware and uncaring that John was getting his first blowjob in ten years. And Tonya was very good. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue never stopped moving. Most women forgot to use their tongues when they gave a blowjob.
“I’m going to cum,” he said suddenly.
“I know,” she said between licks. She licked the head of his cock with her long, agile tongue, then licked her lips and looked up.
“I decided to blow you first, because I’m sure you haven’t made love for a while. Am I right?”
“Brutally so.”
“So first I will make you cum, so you don’t explode in seconds, then you can concentrate on giving me pleasure.”
“Ok,” he said agreeably. He would have said anything to get her mouth back on his hard cock again. He had been seconds from a huge orgasm, now it was waning. With a huge smile she captured the head of his cock. Her lips slid up and down, while she maintained eye contact. He didn’t know why she was watching, but it was sexy as hell. He’d have to remember that when he ate her. Could he eat her pussy? Would he remember how?
His balls were hurting. The heat in his loins intensified again. Once more it felt like the world was standing still. Then he crested and exploded. Cum shot down the long tube beneath his cock and filled her mouth in erratic spurts. She sucked and swallowed quickly. It looked like she might choke, but she quickly regained her composure. She drank calmly. Her eyes went to his face, then they smiled. He had not felt such pleasure for ten years. It was a foreign, wonderful heat that reminded him of all the old times, all the good times before his divorce.
She sucked quietly, milking his cock for the last of it’s cream. He watched with a fond smile as she cleaned the head of his cock, then sat at his feet, looking up at him.
“That was wonderful,” he said, enjoying the dull ache and heat in his loins. His balls hurt, as all men hurt who had not had sex for a long time. The next time around it would hurt less, or not at all.
“I’m glad you liked it. I think all relationships should start out with oral sex. There are no complications, there is one giver and one receiver. I had nothing to do but make you feel good, and you only had to sit there and enjoy it. It’s completely uncomplicated.”
“Ah, yes,” he said. He knew it was his turn to make her feel good, but hardly knew where to start. Worst of all, he was no longer horny and could not eat her pussy until he was. Men were funny that way. They were chastised when they lost control and let their hormones control their bodies, but they could not have sex without them. It was a vicious, and often painful circle.
“You want coffee?” she asked unexpectedly.
“Sure,” he said in surprise. Maybe she did understand.
He watched the sway of her round little ass as she went to the kitchen, still naked, and returned with two cups of coffee. Her pubic hair was light brown and neatly trimmed. Of course it had to be when she wore bikinis. A bikini left little room for excessive pubic hair.
“I feel so damned sexy when you look at me like that,” she smiled as she took a sip of coffee.
“You are damned sexy,” he said breathlessly. “You are one of the sexiest creatures I have ever met.”
“Thanks, John,” she smiled. She started to sip her coffee, then held it away from her lap, before she took a sip.
“Nude coffee drinking can be fatal,” she said with a smile. He took a sip, found it to be the right temperature, and downed it with a few quick swallows. He looked down to see his cock hard and throbbing. Simply watching her set naked was enough to give him a raging hardon. She was so sweet and sexy. Why hadn’t he done this before?
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Dr. John S. Battle stared at the screen, unblinking for a moment, then took a deep shuddering breath.
“Any chance that your calculations could be wrong?” he asked as the faces around the room focused on him. Nobody wanted to look at the screen. If they pretended that it wasn’t there, maybe it would go away. After all, it was simply an expanding blip on the computer screen.
“No, Doctor, none at all,” Allen, his trusted assistant and good right arm calmly gave the earth a death sentence.
“Doctor, with a meteor that size, nothing can possibly survive. Even the moon will be knocked out of orbit by the debris.”
“I’m aware of that, Janice. Fully aware,” he said, mumbling as he turned away. His thoughts centered on his children, ages 12, 14, and 15, all girls, and all expecting to face a long life of love, hate, triumph, and hardships.
“Two days,” Allen said in a shaken voice.
“Two days?” A female intern spoke from the back of the room.
“So what do we do, Doctor?” Allen asked.
“We go home to our families and do our best to live out a lifetime of dreams, in just two days.”
“Shouldn’t we contact the President?” A red haired intern asked?”
“No, WE should not contact him, I should contact him,” John said in a weary tone. “Now get out, all of you. OUT!” he shouted. Allen started to object. John physically lifted him from the chair and gave him a shove.
“Don’t worry, I will be going home as well. I have a family to love,” Dr. Battles said softly.
He lifted the phone and dialed the operator. “I need the number for the white house,” he said quietly.
John sat in front of his living room window. School would let out in two hours, he might as well leave his kids in until then. After all, what better way to spend a day, than in the company of their friends, who were also in school. Should he tell them? No, he should not. They would find out a few hours before it happened, let them be happy until that moment.
A lawnmower started across the street. John’s eyes went to the half naked brunette with waist length hair. She was his next door neighbor from across the street. Once again she was mowing the lawn in a bikini. She was such a fucking tease. She had been teasing him, and the other males in the neighborhood, for one and a half years. Maybe it was time… John stopped, his eyes widening. If he was to go out, why not go out with a bang? Why not do all the things he’d ever wanted to do, with absolutely no inhibitions. After all, they were all dead anyway. He had two days to celebrate. Like a dying man, he was invincible. He could eat raw pork, have unprotected sex, or rob a bank or two. Most of all, he could rape that little slut across the street. And the time was now.
John slammed the front door aside and stormed across the street. The woman looked up when he was about two feet away. Her face lit with a sly smile, as she recognized him. The smile left her face a moment before he clamped a hand onto her arm.
“What…”
“Shut up. I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You like to tease, to challenge the male population of this neighborhood? Well I’m taking you up on your challenge, you fucking slut.”
“Let me go!” she yelled, struggling to pull away.
“You can go easily, or I will knock your ass out and carry you. Which will it be?”
“Get your mother fucking hands…”
“The hard way,” John said, swinging his right fist. She crumpled at his feet.
He went inside, with the girl over his shoulder, and dropped her on her couch. The smell of brewing coffee filled his nostrils. He followed the smell to the kitchen and poured himself a cup. He sipped it on the way back to the living room. The girl was beginning to stir. He sipped coffee and stared at her curvaceous body until she came around naturally.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked groggily.
“I am a doctor, I work at Pollimar Observatory.”
“I know,” she said resentfully.
“A meteor is about to destroy the earth. We have two days. I have decided to fuck you half to death, in celebration. It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do.”
“Two days? Are you sure?”
“My God, lady, would I be acting like this if I wasn’t?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to attract your attention for years, but this is the first time you’ve spoken to me.”
“Well you certainly attracted my attention. I have been obsessed with you.”
“Show me,” she said, relaxing on the couch.
“I’ve decided that I can’t bring myself to rape you, even with the world ending.”
“It’s not rape, I want you to fuck me. Hell, I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the day I moved in. I wanted any excuse to get into your house. I call you the Cleavers, after the show Leave It To Beaver. Your family looks so fucking perfect. I sit by my front window and watch you guys living your perfect little lives, while I sit in this big house alone. I date nothing but losers. It’s driving me crazy.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” John said uncomfortably.
“It’s not your fault. I moved in just before Thanksgiving two years ago. I sat and watched you eat your entire Thanksgiving dinner with your daughters. Then I got drunk and cried myself to sleep. Did you know that?”
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From then on it became a ritual, both Jerry and Katie would take their breaks at the same time where upon Katie would suck Jerry’s big pecker to orgasm. It got to the point where getting Jerry’s load down her throat was all that Katie could think about! Katie’s mother was right, her daughter had a cunt that was constantly craving relief, and Katie loved having orgasms with Jerry’s penis in her mouth! Jerry looked forward to their little trysts almost as much as Katie did, because how often did you find a beautiful girl who wanted to suck your cock to completion each and every day!!! The only fly in the ointment, as far as Jerry was concerned, was that he really wanted to see what Katie looked like under her work clothes, and he also really wanted to stick his cock into her hot little pussy! The next day when Jerry broached the subject to Katie, he was happy to find out that she had been thinking along the same lines, that being that a hard fuck would be good for both of them! It was decided that they would both hang around after work until everyone else had left the job site, and then get together in the cab of Jerry’s grader. By four thirty Jerry and Katie were the only two people remaining on the deserted stretch of torn up highway, and they scrambled up the ladder into the spacious cab and immediately began removing their clothing. Jerry’s breath whistled out of his lungs when Katie slipped her 36d cup bra off her shoulders revealing a stunning pair of full breasts that were tipped with light pink nipples. “My god, Katie,” he moaned while cupping the twin beauties, “they’re the most extraordinary boobs I’ve ever seen in my life!!!” Katie cooed softly while Jerry handled her tits, her vagina becoming damp as his expert touch caressed her big melons, while Jerry’s cock stood at attention as his eyes gobbled up the incredible body standing in front of him. Katie didn’t trim her bush much, so she had a thicket of dark brown hair springing out from her crotch, that stood out starkly against her creamy white skin. While Jerry sat on the well cushioned seat, turned Katie around so that she was facing away him, and it was at this point that he had her sit down directly onto his erect shaft, easily penetrating her now dripping slit. Katie moaned loudly as each inch of cock disappeared inside of her molten love canal, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as she became more turned on. Jerry for his part couldn’t believe how tight Katie’s pussy was! The head of his cock felt like it was ready to blow off at any second due to the velvety friction that was being applied by the luxurious insides of Katie’s cunt! Jerry reached up and cupped Katie’s chest, softly tweaking her nipples as she rocked back and forth on Jerry’s hard erection. With both of them young and in perfect sexual condition, they raced to orgasm with no thought of trying to hold back to make the wonderful sensation last a little longer. When it finally happened, Katie’s vagina constricted hard, signaling Jerry’s penis that it was time to spill its seed deep inside her shaking pussy. Both of them let out a yell as their sex organs released a days worth of pent up sexual tension, Jerry by erupting a load of sperm into her pussy, and Katie’s cunt muscles contracting around the thickness of Jerry’s big boner.
They slowly got dressed, occasionally stopping to touch the other’s body with a quick caress. Jerry’s cock began to stiffen when Katie slipped on her bra, and she laughingly told him he would have to wait until tomorrow for another session. Even though he was a little sad he couldn’t have some more right then, he immediately brightened up at the prospect of having this beautiful tomorrow and every day after that! It was a good thing for him she always was a tomboy!!!
The End.
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Katie never dated any of the other operators on the various job sites she worked at, not because she wasn’t attracted to any of the fine young hunks that were her coworkers, but just the fact that she didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. All that changed, however, last Thursday when she got down out of her cab to take a fifteen minute coffee break. Turning the corner in back of her rig, she practically ran into Jerry Hanks, who was calmly taking a piss against the tire of his grader. For the past hour, Katie had been on the verge of a huge orgasm, but had gotten distracted by a problem with her power steering. For this reason her pussy was still in a frenzy, and seeing the long pecker hanging out of Jerry’s blue jeans only aggravated her hard little clit even more! When Jerry realized that Katie was watching him pee, he hurriedly turned away and apologized for having embarrassed her. Katie just laughed and walked over to Jerry and said,
“No harm done Jerry, in fact I kinda enjoyed seeing what you had hidden inside those jeans!!!”
Still fumbling to get his dangling cock back inside his zipper, he asked in an unsteady voice, “Really, I didn’t think you paid attention to any of guys out here!” Katie, now in desperate need to have an orgasm, reached out and took Jerry’s cock into her warm hand and replied, “I may never have said anything, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested,” while stroking his big cock to a full erection! Looking around to make sure no one else was in sight, Katie dropped to the ground and quickly took Jerry’s now blue steel meat into her hungry mouth. Jerry groaned as the pretty scraper operator sucked on his manhood like there was no tomorrow! He couldn’t believe what was happening to him, less than three minutes ago he was calmly taking a leak behind his rig. Now, however, he was getting the blowjob of a lifetime from what he thought was a major league “ice queen”!!! He was too wrapped up in his own pleasure, and didn’t even notice that Katie had slipped her hand inside of her own pants and was furiously fingering her own slit and clit! When Jerry’s sperm gushed into Katie’s open mouth, her own climax spread through her pussy, making her cunt muscles contract spasmodically around her drenched fingers. When Jerry’s cock finally stopped doing its fountain imitation, Katie reluctantly let it slip from her lips.
She stood up quickly and gave Jerry a long hard kiss and whispered into his ear, same time tomorrow!! A still stunned Jerry could only nod as he retracted his pecker back inside his shorts.
To be continued…
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The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a bright yellow prehistoric spider taking tons of dirt into its gaping maw with
each pass. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly
maneuvering the big earth mover like it was the family car. At first the other operators were
skeptical of her ability to handle one of the big rigs, but grudgingly they had to admit that she could do the job as well, if not better than most of them! While it had taken awhile, she was now pretty much considered one of the “guys”, and was usually included in the horseplay and joking around that came with the territory. From the time she was a little girl Katie had been fascinated
with heavy equipment. Much to the chagrin of her parents, she ignored the usual feminine pursuits, and as soon as she graduated from high school she enrolled in a heavy equipment operator’s school. Six months later she had her union card and was driving a packer on a new highway just outside of her home town. It was during her time in heavy equipment school that Katie made a startling if not pleasant discovery. The constant vibration that hummed from the motor all the way up to the cab could induce orgasms in her vagina if she held her cunt in the right position of the seat. The first time it happened, she barely was able to keep control of her tractor!
As she became more familiar with the equipment, it was easy for her to have as many as three or four climaxes a day by shifting her vagina so her clit could get the maximum effect of the vibrating seat!
Katie always was highly sexed, and her mother wondered if that had anything to do with her wanting to do such a masculine job!!! Well Katie was definately all woman, with a very voluptuous body that even under her work clothes was hard to hide. Ever since she could remember she
always loved touching her private parts, whether it be her large firm breasts or her pouty lipped
vagina, it really made no difference. By age eighteen she was regularly having orgasms by rubbing her little clit with her finger, and on several occasions her mother happened to catch her doing the nasty, but no amount of scolding could make her stop pleasuring herself! Her mother finally threw up her hands and gave up, realizing that her daughter was very highly sexed, and needed constant sexual relief. She had to admit that she was secretly proud, because she herself was an early masturbater, and to see her daughter following in her footsteps was good for her soul! When she told her husband Rick that their daughter was doing a lot of “exploring”, he just laughed and said, “Like mother like daughter,” and then proceeded to fuck her for the fourth time that week!!! While her husband was pounding his big cock into her hot cunt, she thought of how cute her daughter’s 18 year old pussy had looked when she saw her fingers disappearing inside of her tight little cunt! Her own orgasm poured over her thinking about how lucky her daughter was to have such a needy vagina!
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