You Can Handle It Ch. 04

Posted: June 30th, 2009 | Author: Patrick | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

The next week I went back to a client that I hadn’t worked with in over a year. Unfortunately the client was in Jacksonville, a five-hour drive from Atlanta. I had to leave at 4AM to get there. I met the project team and we began outlining where everything was going and over what time frame. By 5PM I was ready to quit. One of the junior team members stopped at the desk I was calling an office this week.

“Jeff, the gang meets at The Oysterman every afternoon after work, if you’d like to have a drink with us.” The Oysterman was a restaurant and bar next to my hotel, in the second block from the office.

I surveyed the terrain: golden sunlight on top, some gentle hillocks at the next level sloping down to a flat plain, and a hidden valley that I guessed might have a hot spring in the middle. She also looked to be the same age as Diane. (For those of you who don’t have daughters, most of us dirty old men feel a little squicky when the female in question is too close to the age of one of our daughters.)

“Lori, I appreciate the offer but I got up at 3AM this morning, maybe some other time. Take a rain check?”

“Sure. I’ll hold you to it.” Her smile was genuine and dazzling.

The next afternoon at 5:05, Lori was standing by my desk again. “Jeff, ready to use that rain check?”

Ah, hell, only drink when you’re alone or with somebody else. “Sure, let me pack up here. See you in about fifteen or twenty.”

“It’s a date.”

Why had she said it that way?

The crowd at the Oysterman was all fifteen or more years younger than I. We talked shop, vacations this year, other small talk. Lori started out sitting on the same side of the booth that I was in. Four drinks and ninety minutes later we were sharing the same leg space under the table. She laughed at all my jokes, even laughed at my bad puns. As the rest of the gang cleared out, Lori didn’t relieve the crowding in the booth.

“I’m not sure you should be driving home,” I said. I was much more sober having had only three drinks and outweighing her by eighty or a hundred pounds.

“I’ll be fine,” Lori replied. “Beshidesh, have you seen the inshide of the cabs in thish town?”

I hadn’t noticed her slurred speech before. She must be really drunk. “Look, I’ll drive you home. Your car will be safe in the garage until tomorrow.”

“You don’ have t’do that. I’ll, I’ll be okay.” Her protestation was very faint. She knew she was in no shape to drive.

“No! It’s settled. Let’s get you home.”

She leaned against me in an unsteady wobble all the way to my car in the hotel garage. She was accidentally pressing one breast into my chest. I noticed that the air conditioning in the bar had caused her nipples to erect. I put her in the passenger seat. By the time I got into the driver’s seat Lori had slumped down and closed her eyes. In doing this, her skirt had risen to show a lot of thigh. She wasn’t wearing hose. From the angle of her legs, I was sure that if I leaned forward and over slightly I’d be able to see her panties. ‘Dirty old man,’ I thought and resisted temptation.

Lori kept her eyes closed but managed to give me understandable directions. Every time we rounded a curve her legs seemed to open further and the skirt rose higher. By the time we pulled up at her apartment I was getting brief flashes of her panties. “Okay, we’re here,” I announced. “Let’s get you inside.” I helped her out of the car and then up the stairs to her unit.

“Jeff, I’ll fix you some coffee before you go.”

“No. You’re home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Jeff! You are less drunk than I was, but you should have some coffee and wait before you drive back.” ‘Doesn’t this apple look pretty,’ asked the serpent.

“Well, maybe one cup.”

Lori settled me on the couch and then went into the kitchen to start the coffee. She blew back through the living room. “The coffee’s brewing. Got to go tinkle. I’ll be back in a sec.”

I was very relaxed when Lori returned, dressed in a white silk robe. I could see the shadows of her nipples where they tented the fabric. Within seconds nothing about me was relaxed. “Lori! What’s going onph.”

Her mouth squelched my question as her tongue pried my lips apart. Well, pried may be an exaggeration. When a twenty-three year old blonde bombshell hits a forty-five year old guy who is slightly befuddled with alcohol, there is not very much resistance. By the time I became lucid again, I was convinced that this was another sign from the gods that I would have my revenge on Barbara.

I responded with a kiss and slowly ran my hands over her neck and shoulders. I trailed a string of kisses down her throat and back to her ear. When I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, she purred. I kissed her again as I moved my hand from her shoulder around to her breast, lightly cupping it and feeling the nipple tickle my palm.

Lori reached for the bulge at the front of my slacks. Soon she had the zipper down and my prick up in her hand. Breaking our kiss, she slid to the floor and took the head into her mouth. As she swirled her tongue around, she used both hands to undo my belt and trousers.

“Lift up,” she commanded and pulled my trousers and boxers to my ankles. She rapidly worked my shoes and everything else off. Then she resumed that delightful suction with her mouth. After about two minutes of tonguing and sucking, Lori began to lightly tease my balls with one hand. As she continued to use her mouth, she ran her fingertips over the soft skin. Then she held them in her hand while teasing the smooth skin underneath with one fingertip.

Meanwhile I shucked my shirt and t-shirt. As Lori sucked and played, I could feel the sperm beginning to boil inside me. “Lori, I’m going to come soon.” She just increased the speed of all her actions.

Another minute and I released the first spurt into her mouth. “God, you are so gooood!” I spurted several more times. I felt her swallow once before I finished. Then I collapsed back onto the couch. I hadn’t realized that I had tensed my body and arched away from the couch when I came.

Lori didn’t seem to have spilled a drop. I saw her swallow again when I slipped out of her mouth. She smiled at me and leaned forward still on her knees. I automatically took her in my arms. When she turned her face up to be kissed, I did so immediately. Barbara doesn’t swallow, but before we were married I had tasted my cum in several of my girlfriends’ mouths. It’s not ice cream, but it is certainly not horrible. I always figured that if I wanted them to taste it, I couldn’t complain about some taste in the girl’s mouth.

“You are so much fun,” Lori confided after our extended kiss finished. “I like guys who aren’t afraid of themselves.”

I pulled her up until she was on the couch lying across my lap. We necked and nibbled on each other for a while. Her robe was open allowing me full access to her body, but I used the slipperiness of the silk to create sensations that she would never have felt skin-to-skin.

Soon I recuperated and began a more intimate exploration of the delightful flesh available to me. I bent to alternate licks and bites on the tiny nipples presented to me. While my mouth was teasing the top half of Lori’s body, my fingertips were relishing the smooth slender legs below. I trailed my hands down the outside of one thigh and back up the inside of the same thigh. I grazed my hand across the downy curls and then down the inside of the other thigh and back up the outside. I repeated this path several times.

I kissed up her neck to her lips as my hand wandered over her lower lips. I could feel that she was wet before I pushed between. As our kiss started, she moaned while my fingertips barely parted the fur between her legs. Lori spread her knees and my hand entered her as if being vacuumed in. My fingers now coated with her secretions, I was able to lightly caress from the top of her pussy to the bottom with the same frictionless ease that I had used when rubbing her robe against her skin. Whenever my fingers approached her clitoris, her hips would buck trying to make firmer contact. I started circling around her firm button in faster movements. Her tongue lashed at mine and a deep hum resonated in her throat.

“Oh, Jeff! Harder! Faster!” Lori broke the kiss to direct my actions.

I thrummed her clit like a guitar string.

“Oh, god! NOW! Yessssss!” She collapsed onto my lap. After several shuddering breaths she sat up. “I want you in me now.” She rolled off me and onto her knees leaning against the back of the couch.

I pulled the robe from her shoulders and tossed it aside. The light from the lamp reflected off her pussy and the crack between her cheeks where her wetness had flowed down. I momentarily considered pushing into her rosebud since it was so well lubricated. However, enough time for that later.

My cock was just a little high when I was standing so I knelt on the edge of the couch and pulled her furrow onto me. She spread her legs to adjust the height slightly as I began rocking back and forth.

With only two strokes I was firmly seated in her warm velvet glove. Then I started moving slowly in and out. I immediately recognized that I had been watching something similar last week. Looking down at the expanse of perfectly smooth skin in front of me, I quickly forgot the old scene and fully immersed myself in the new sensations.

“Lori, your skin is so soft and smooth. The curves of your body are delectable and lush to look at. You are so hot and wet I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Jeff, you feel so good. So big and strong in me and holding me. I’m going to come soon.”

With this she began to move back and forth also. I adjusted my timing and speed so that we wouldn’t accidentally separate. I also reached around and fingered her clit.

A soft purring started from Lori. We meshed perfectly for several minutes and then began to speed up. Soon we were using short strokes to slam against each other.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oooooooh! Now! Do it!” Her pussy started vibrating around my cock. This triggered my orgasm. I slammed into her and held her jammed against my hips as I spurted time after time into her womb. We both rolled to the side and collapsed spooning onto the couch.

“Jeff, you are incredible.” It had taken several minutes of recovery to steady our breathing and gather enough oxygen to speak.

“The inspiration of your gorgeous body is what does it for me.” We babbled on at each other for several more sentences before Lori twisted around to recline from the edge of the couch against my side. Her legs were splayed open and then she pulled her heels to the edge of the couch. Her lips parted showing our mixed liquids now cupped in her pussy.

“I’ve got a big favor to ask of you,” she said. “Since you seem comfortable in your maleness, the thing that would really finish the night for me is for you to use your mouth.”

“Right now?”

“I can almost come just thinking about it.”

I didn’t mind the taste, as I said, but I had never contemplated such an act. I knew that my parents had probably thought that any oral sex was wrong. Maybe this was an advance of the younger crowd. I pulled my arm from under Lori and started kissing down her chest. I feasted briefly on each nipple and then swirled my tongue in her belly button.

I moved between her legs and lifted her calves to my shoulders. I took my first lap of our combined juices. Soon I was taking long licks up and down her pussy. When I inserted two fingers in her channel, I could tell she had a small orgasm. She began to moan and babble again.

“Sooo good. Right there. Yes, just like that. Oh, this is going to be a big one. I’m coming. Coming NOOOOWWWW!”

Her hips vibrated spastically against my face, and then she dropped heavily onto the couch. She tugged weakly at my shoulders. When I moved upward, she pulled my face to hers. First she licked off all the wetness from my lips, chin and cheeks. She followed that with a deep kiss using her tongue to retrieve any taste that was inside my mouth.

On Wednesday I took Lori to dinner and then back to my hotel room. We started with a 69, which got us both off quickly. Then, a leisurely lovemaking session ended with Lori on top. Afterwards, Lori asked me to lick her to one last orgasm. In fact, she had three while watching me gobble our juices.

Thursday Lori fetched “the best pizza in town” and a six-pack of beer while I finished some last details. She waited for me at my hotel room. When I got there, she had artfully arranged some pepperoni and tomato sauce to give pizza eating a whole new perspective.

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The next week I was back in Macon. I called Barbara early every night so that Sandra and I could play as long as we wanted. I realized, though, that my affairs were only putting off the time that I would have to deal with THE PROBLEM.

One thing had been nagging at the back of my mind, Harry’s attitude on the day that I met him at church. His approach had been more alpha male than lover trying to conceal something from the husband. It had almost been disrespectful of Barbara. It could have provoked a scene between us right there. I was surprised that Barbara had taken up with someone who seemed to be inconsiderate. I was more surprised that a man that cared for her would have acted that way.

Another problem that teased around my consciousness was scheduling. Harry was meeting Barbara at least once, maybe four times a week. What was he doing the other three days? Was an eligible bachelor pining away for his married lover all weekend?

On Friday I left Macon early to check on Harry’s evening activities. I had discovered where he worked, so I parked down the street from that building before 4PM. His car was in the lot and I waited. About 4:55 I began following his car, not a problem in Atlanta’s slow moving evening snarl.

He went home. I still had time to kill so I parked across from his subdivision and waited to see what might happen. About 6:30 his car pulled into traffic. This time he zipped through the lighter traffic to a condo group. Stopping briefly, he collected a blonde who looked to be about thirty. I had become an expert at finding personal details on the Internet so I quickly wrote down the address and then followed Harry to a nice restaurant downtown. I parked two blocks away and walked back. Harry had conveniently gotten a table by the front window, two chairs only. She must have been chilled by the air conditioning because he was holding both her hands.

“Hi, honey,” I talked to Barbara over my cell. “I’ve got a problem I’m trying to clear up here. I’ll give you a call before I leave.”

“Be careful driving,” she replied.

I watched Harry and his date for almost two hours. Then they left, returning to Harry’s place. Harry must have gotten a thrill out of making love with the curtains open. He didn’t think that anybody was spying on him. I snapped a roll of film. He used the same limited repertoire that he used with Barbara. Even the sequencing was the same: girl sucks boy, boy does girl from behind over couch, girl rides boy to orgasm.

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Back in Jacksonville, I had to put in a lot of extra hours on Monday and Tuesday to finish up the design proposal for the client. Lori had told me at lunch on Monday that she was on her period for the next couple of days so everything was cool. An email on Tuesday afternoon invited me to dinner Wednesday at her apartment.

I arrived about 7:30. Frank Sinatra was crooning on the CD player and candles were lit in the living room and dining area. Lori was wearing a halter and a tiny miniskirt. Who was seducing whom?

Lori had prepared a light but delicious meal of salmon steak, rice pilaf and Caesar salad. After I had opened and poured the wine, she instructed me to sit at the table so that she could serve me. She put the salad bowls with salad on the table. Then she served the pilaf onto the dinner plates. Finally, she opened the oven door and bent to pull out the baking dish with the salmon. She had her back to me and bent from the waist. She wasn’t wearing panties and the view was spectacular. Her legs were spread and all her treasures were on display. I gaped.

“Do you think that you’ll like what I’m serving,” she asked.

“If that’s for dessert, then no matter what, the meal will be a success.”

“No. I’ve got something else for dessert. But maybe for a postprandial drink.” She giggled.

When she put my plate in front of me, I tried to run my hand underneath her skirt. “Down, boy,” she commanded. “You can only think about coming courses not sample them.”

After we finished eating, I helped her put the dishes in the dishwasher.

“I’ve got a special desert, but it’s a surprise. Go sit on the couch.” She shooed me out of the kitchen. About five minutes later the electric lights suddenly went off. Lori glided into the room carrying a tray with two flaming desserts, Baked Alaska.

Baked Alaska is impressive to look at but the taste is bland, a meringue crust over vanilla ice cream with a mild taste of brandy after the flames go out. However, seeing the two mounds next to each other sparked my imagination. I did the obligatory oohh’ing and aahh’ing to show that I appreciated her efforts, but after I had eaten about a third of the dessert, I put it down and began to nibble on Lori’s neck. She responded enthusiastically as if meringue and ice cream was not high on her to-do list either.

I quickly skinned off her halter and her miniskirt. A brief foray between her thighs revealed that she had been thinking about the next course as much as I, but maybe she didn’t foresee the condiments that I was planning. I moved to kiss her again but also used my free hand to grab the remains of the Baked Alaska meringue. I suddenly dropped the cone onto her breast.

“Damn, that’s cold!” She broke the kiss and looked to see what I had done.

I held it in place while I moved to bite off pieces. After a few nibbles, I had uncovered her nipple. I started to flick my tongue over the very erect nubbin. As I did that, I removed the remaining crust and put it back on the plate.

“How would you like it if I did that to you,” she asked. I could tell she was only trying to act mad.

“You gave me the idea with the pizza,” I replied referring to our tryst two weeks ago. “Now, I want to try eating ice cream out of your bowl.” I reached for a large dollop of the softening goo.

“No, no, no,” exclaimed Lori.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I replied as I moved the white substance toward her pussy.

“At least not here! It’ll make a mess.” She rolled to her side and stood up, moving towards the bedroom.

I grabbed the plate and followed her.

“Hurry, before I back out,” she said spreading her legs.

I only picked up a small spoonful this time. She rocked her hips upwards and I put about a teaspoonful in her cleft.

“Ooooooh. Hurry up and eat me!”

I bent to the task immediately.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooh Goddd!” In little more than a minute Lori was spasming under my assault. She thrust her hips hard into my face and then dropped back down to the bed momentarily sated.

“Jeff, I don’t want to do that often, but that was kinky enough to put me over the top really quick.”

“Well, the syrup on the ice cream tasted better than anything I’ve ever had.”

“I’ve got to get the stickiness off. Be right back.” Lori disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared shortly.

This time we made love slowly and conventionally. I rode her in the missionary position until we both came together.

We rolled to one side and rested for a few minutes. When I had softened almost to the point of falling out, Lori rolled to her back. She lay there with her knees bent, one of them resting on my leg. I still had my arm around her. I was enjoying lightly tugging and twisting the nearest nipple. Looking down at her glistening, gaping pussy I was sure that the next request would be for oral sex.

It was time for the games to begin. With hands on hips, she gave her nude body one last, quick inspection. Content, if not pleased, with what she saw, Cindy dabbed some perfume on various strategic parts of her anatomy and left to rejoin her waiting lovers.

The guys stood and cheered when she sauntered back into the room wearing nothing but perfume and a big smile. Ray handed her a tall, strong screwdriver. After taking a long drink, Cindy smiled at the men.

“Okay, here’s the deal. Ray told me about how three of you kept going down on Robin until she begged for mercy. That sounds like a great way to get started. And just to keep you interested, whoever does the best job will get first turn when we start getting down to some serious sex.”

Cindy grinned at the men’s enthusiastic reaction. “Well, since you seem to like my idea, let’s get started,” she said, and knelt on the mattress. After taking a last swallow of her screwdriver, she sat the glass out of harm’s way and stretched out on her back. Taking her time, she positioned a pillow beneath her bottom then placed another under her head.

When Cindy finished, she noticed the men had stopped undressing and were all staring at her. Giving them a small, seductive smile, she slowly spread her long legs, providing them with an unrestricted view of her beaconing bush.

“Brunch is served,” she said, and motioned for Ray to take his place between her smooth thighs and begin dining on her warm hair pie.

The guys were great. It took only a few minutes of Ray’s talented tongue work before she came with a groan of pleasure. Bill quickly took his place. To Cindy’s delight, this one-of-a-kind pussy eater seemed to be getting better each day.

After a powerful orgasm left her gasping for breath, Tony slid between her legs and dove into her moist bush. But while he was enthusiastic, Cindy knew his tongue would never replace his dick in her fantasies. Between the memories of that potent pole however and the actions of his eager if unskilled tongue, Tony was finally able to bring Cindy to an exhilarating orgasm.

Everyone knew getting first crack at screwing Cindy would mean topping Bill’s act. Jessie, who had to follow the other three guys, decided on a change of pace. Taking his time, he slowly caressed her pussy lips and clit with the tip of his tongue. Cindy shivered and emitted a soft “Oh.”

Jessie responded to her growing passion by shoving his tongue deep inside her churning cunt, thereby triggering a long, pleased sigh. When he swirled his tongue around, her soft sighs turned into loud moans of excitement.

Removing his tongue from Cindy’s steaming hot honey pot, Jessie slid it down between the smooth cheeks of her ass. When the tip of his tongue touched her sensitive anus, Cindy’s body jerked and she gasped at the unexpected stimulation.

By the time Jessie got back to Cindy’s clit, her body was bucking and twisting. A couple quick licks on her engorged clit were enough to send a gut wrenching orgasm racing through her writhing body. By wrapping his arms around her thrashing thighs and hanging on, Jessie managed to stay in place.

The waves of ecstasy eventually ebbed away, leaving Cindy in a happy haze. When she looked down, Jessie’s dark, smiling face was looking back up at her. Although she had just experienced a soul stirring climax, it left her pussy tingling and aching for something longer, thicker, harder and, for her at least, more satisfying than any tongue.

Cindy couldn’t be certain Jessie had actually done a better job on her pussy than Bill. The men had all been good, even Tony. But Jessie seemed to try the hardest, and she was certain he’d been damn good. Besides, she liked Jessie. What clinched the deal was his already being in position down there between her legs and that, judging from the look on his face, he was also very ready for action.

She gave him a big smile. “You win, guy. Come on up and claim your prize.” Seconds later, Jessie’s enormous cock head was drilling deep into her heaving loins.

After Jessie had exploded inside her cunt, Cindy motioned for Bill to take his place. And when Bill shot his wad, it was Ray’s turn. It was fun fucking her husband with three other guys watching, and Cindy tried to give them a good show. But the moment Ray finished re-filling her already cum coated cunt with his own semen, Cindy looked around for Tony.

There was a smile on his lips and a huge erection jutting out from his thick pile of dark, curly pubic hair. Cindy shivered in anticipation as she watched that incredible human pile driver moving closer, knowing it was about to give her pulsing pussy one very serious screwing.

As Tony knelt between her legs, Cindy lifted her hips and repositioned the pillow. “I want to see what it feels like going in all the way in on the first shove, Tony. Don’t worry about hurting me. I can take it.”

Tony nodded, slipped his flared cock head between her well lubricated pussy lips, then began a steady thrust which didn’t stop until the full length of his giant ramrod was buried deep inside the inner reaches of Cindy’s churning cunt.

It was incredible. Cindy was shaken and breathless from the exquisite torture of Tony’s huge hose filling up her body in one pussy pillaging plunge. But she recovered quickly and began taking full advantage of Tony’s super-sized sex machine. By the time Tony shot a torrent of semen into her boiling cunt, Cindy had experienced several gut-wrenching orgasms.

Afterwards, Tony lay on top of her, inert and exhausted, his unsupported weight pressing her into the hard mattress. Cindy didn’t mind. The feel of Tony’s well-muscled bulk pressing against her tingling flesh while his fantastic cock slowly softened inside her still throbbing cunt was breathtaking. In fact, the only problem was breathing. But she managed.

When Tony finally rolled off, his flaccid flagpole came out of Cindy’s drenched cunt with a juicy, plop. After catching her breath, she sat up, reached for her drink, and quickly finished it off. With a contented sigh she handed Jessie the empty glass and lay back on the mattress.

A warm, languid stupor of sexual satisfaction settled over her tingling body. The gentle throb of her pussy and the memory of the super sex she had just experienced made her smile. Despite having just been gang banged by four lusty lovers, she wanted more, and knew just how she wanted it.

She opened her eyes and asked Ray for another drink. While he was gone, she moved over and leaned against the couch. When Ray came back, she took the drink and asked her four lovers to come sit by her. Then she dropped her bombshell.

“Look guys, what I really want to do the rest of the day is just lay back and get laid.” No one said anything. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want someone else to take charge. I’ll go along with whatever any of you want to do. And you can do it to me as often and long as you want.”

The men looked at one another, then at Ray. “Are you sure you mean anything and everything, babe?”

“Yes, but only if it’s okay with you. Bossing all of you around was fun. But like I said, now all I want to do is shut my mind off and not worry about anything except getting off and doing whatever you guys want. If I ever really need to stop, I’ll let you know, don’t worry. But otherwise, anything goes.”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want, it sounds like an out-fucking-standing idea to me.” Ray leaned over and gave Cindy a kiss. “Now we’ll just have to decide who gets you first.”

“That’s your problem,” said Cindy, who stood and looked down at the men. “From now on, I’m just the sex object around here. But something tells me you’ll come up with a solution. Which reminds me. I do have one request. Sometime today I’d like all of you to do me at the same time.”

“We get all the tough jobs,” said Bill, shaking his head in mock despair.

“Yeah, but we’ll also get some tender tush,” said Jessie, as he slipped a finger between the cheeks of her ass.

“Sounds good to me.” Cindy gave the grinning Jessie a knowing wink. “But first let me go fix myself up. You guys have gotten me kind of messy.”

Jessie gave her butt a gentle smack. “Well, when you come back, you better bring a large, economy size jar of industrial strength petroleum jelly, ’cause lady, I plan to take full advantage of this fine asset.”

Everybody laughed as Cindy stuck out her tongue at Jessie, then sauntered slowly out of the room, giving the group a long view of her swaying ass.

Once she was gone, Ray spoke up. “Look guys, I’m all in favor of this. Cindy’s always fantasized about being the sex slave of a bunch of guys. But give me a break will you? Be a little gentle. You know what I mean?” They all promised to be careful, then straightened up the room and fixed drinks.

A few minutes later, Cindy rejoined them. On her face was an excited smile. In her hands, a big jar of petroleum jelly.

A hard, black piston was soon pumping in and out of her well lubricated ass while she feasted upon a long, thick hunk of limber Italian sausage. Once it was stiff and ready for action, Cindy removed the mighty prick from her mouth and indicated she was ready for them to fulfill her wish of taking on all four of them at once.

The plan called for Jessie to keep his rod buried deep inside Cindy’s ass while she carefully straddled Tony’s waist. Once everyone was in position, they’d work together to cram his rejuvenated dick up to the hilt in her cunt. It proved to be an awkward struggle, but the breathtaking sensation created by Tony’s massive meat joining Jessie’s stiff cock deep inside her quivering body made the effort more than worthwhile.

Once Cindy regained her composure, she motioned for Bill and Ray to come over and stand in front of her. Grabbing a hard cock in each had, Cindy began to give them a simultaneous blowjob. To her delight, taking on four men was better than her wildest fantasies and would be far from the last act in the day’s long, memorable performance.

Their sex play began with Cindy being eaten and then fucked by all the guys. By the time the day’s action was over, she had sucked all four dicks while fucking each man several times. While Jessie started off eating and screwing her, after that his dick always seemed to be inside her ass. She also enjoyed Ray’s big battering ram in every hole of her body and the repeated attention of Bill’s tongue. And then there were the times she thrilled to the feel of Tony’s mammoth, unyielding cock buried deep inside her stretched and grateful pussy.

The last act consisted of sucking Bill’s fat cock while fondling Tony and Jessie’s limp dicks and getting fucked doggie style by Ray. It seemed to take forever to get Bill off. But once he started coming in her aching mouth, Cindy had another strong, satisfying climax that left her shaken and moaning with pleasure. While in the midst of that orgasm, Ray’s seed began spurting into her convulsing pussy.

Afterward, they lay together in satisfied exhaustion, talking about the day’s activities. Someone started tallying up the different encounters. The final count left everyone duly impressed with both the recuperative powers of the four guy’s and with Cindy’s stamina.

“Damn woman.” There was a note of respect in Bill’s voice. “By now you must have done it with everyone of us in every way possible.”

“Whoa, bro,” said Jessie. “As you dudes may have noticed, I really dig Cindy’s out of sight ass. I mean, Ray’s one damn lucky redneck. Now don’t get me wrong, Sue’s got a butt that just won’t quit. But that righteous young ass of Cindy’s, well, it just has to be one of the great natural wonders of the world.”

Along with everyone else, Cindy laughed at Jessie’s jive, joking compliment. “But unless I missed something,” he continued, with a sly smile, “I’m almost certain Tony’s never tested her fine tush.”

“Well since she’s able to sit still for all your bullshit, I’d say you’re probably right,” said Ray, and they all broke up again.

When the laughter subsided, Ray leaned over to Cindy. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in trying for a perfect record, would you?”

“Are you nuts?” Cindy was incredulous. “I mean some things are just not meant to be. Besides, I doubt if Tony would be able to get ready before all the girls get back.”

“But if he could get it back up, would you be willing to try?”

Cindy noticed the excitement in her husband’s voice. And although she knew the idea was crazy and possibly even dangerous, it began to turn her on as well.

After another screwdriver, she agreed, figuring the exhausted looking Tony would never be ready in time for the job. She was even willing to try and coax some life back into heavy, limp log.

But miracle of miracle, it arose. The idea of diddling Cindy’s derriere apparently sped up the recuperating process. To her amazement, she soon felt Tony’s prick beginning to stir. Moments later, her fingers were wrapped around a hard thick shaft and a fat, swollen cock head was lodged inside her mouth.

For just a moment, Cindy wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. There was no way she could take Tony in her ass, not without running the very real risk of doing some serious damage back there. But when she tried to back out, the guys insisted she keep her bargain.

So both nervous and excited, she got into position. Jessie coated the opening to her ass with a thick layer of petroleum jelly. Then he shoved a big dollop inside her hole and used his long fingers to push it in deep. All that felt good, but Cindy knew something much bigger was heading her way.

“You ready?” asked Ray.

“I guess so,” replied Cindy, with obvious uncertainty. “Just remember, if I say, ‘Stop, damn it,’ then damn it, stop. Everybody understand?”

They all promised to hear and obey.

Cindy clutched a pillow, knelt beside the couch and leaned over the seat. Tony applied a thick coating of lubricant to his flared head and broad shaft while Ray added one last coating of jelly to his wife’s waiting anus.

Although Cindy tried to relax, she couldn’t help but inhale sharply and tense-up when Tony’s huge cock-head slipped between the cheeks of her ass. Then she told herself to take deep breaths and stay calm.

Tony pushed his giant cock-head against Cindy’s tiny anus. Thanks to the earlier anal activity, her sphincter was well stretched. That, and all the lube, meant there was little pain when the tip first slipped inside her ass. But as the big head shoved in deeper, she could feel her hole being forced wider and wider apart. Just when Cindy thought she could take no more, she felt Tony’s entire cock-head pop into her burning ass hole.

After a moment’s pause, Tony began slowly forcing his giant cock deeper and deeper into Cindy’s rear. It was an incredible experience. There was no way she could take it all, but she was determined to take as much as possible.

Almost half of the monster pole had forced its way into her ass before Cindy decided possible had arrived. “Uh, Tony it might be better if you didn’t go any deeper. I mean I really don’t think it’s safe. Maybe some other time. But for now, just take it easy and please don’t go any deeper.”

Tony understood, and slowly withdrew his mammoth dick until the entire shaft was out and only his cock-head remained inside her ass. After a short pause, he began a slow, smooth thrust that didn’t stop until his cock was back at the same depth inside her ass. He began repeating this action, gradually picking up speed with each thrust.

Not even taking on both Tony and Jessie had made her feel so full of cock. The pressure and pleasure and pain combined into a fantastic erotic high. She knew Tony’s dick was about a foot long when erect, and thick as her wrist. But at that moment, it seemed like a baseball bat was plunging in and out of her burning butt. It hurt, but felt so good.

Whenever Tony shoved in a little too deep, Cindy would emit a low moan of pain. But he was careful and it seldom happened. The flood of sexual sensations inside her ass were so intense, the orgasm which soon shook her body only added to the crescendo of emotions she was experiencing.

She was racing toward another climax when Tony grunted and instinctively thrust forward. The big cock rushed deeper into her ass. Her bottom seemed to explode in hot pain. Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. Her breath escaped in a loud groan. And in the middle of her agony, from somewhere far off, she heard Tony emit a blissful sigh and felt his thick cream splash into her ravaged rump.

The next thing she was aware off, the men were leading her to the bathroom where they eased her aching body into a big tub of hot, soothing water. While she slowly revived, the guys put the mattress away and straightened the room. When all the hot water was gone, Cindy reluctantly got out and rubbed lotion into, around, and over her irritated pussy and burning butt.

As she was finishing in the bathroom, she heard the voices of her girl friends. Putting on slippers and a short, thick robe, she walked gingerly toward the living room.

Ann saw her standing in the doorway. “Hey, how’s the love queen doing?”

With a look of exaggerated pain, Cindy began a bow-legged walk toward the couch. “Never better. Why do you ask?” she answered, as the group broke up.

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After Cindy’s adventures were recounted, everyone agreed it was only fair, to both Ray and the four females, that he get to spend the next day with them while the other guys went hunting. “I’m just a tad weary, ladies,” said Ray. “But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, I suppose.”

“And I bet you’ll do it just as often as possible,” said Cindy, as she leaned over and kissed him. “Just don’t forget who’s really weary.”

Ray and his four-girl harem spent the next day making slow, languid, laid-back love. It was like a slumber party, but with sex. There was no modesty or pretense. Ray had made love to all of them before, and everyone wanted to do it again. But today’s loving would be a slow, sensual, shared experience.

“Tell you what we’re going to do,” said Ray, as he pulled off the t-shirt of a surprised Cindy. “To paraphrase something I once read, this is my wife, in whom I am very well pleased. So Robin, I want you and Sue to give her a much needed massage.”

“And what about me?” said Ann. There was a glimmer of excitement in her dark brown eyes.

“While they’re rubbing her down, you’ll be going down on her.”

“Say what?”

“Ann, remember, Jessie and I have watched you and Cindy making love.”

Robin and Sue exchanged knowing looks, and giggled.

With that secret barrier broken, Ann willingly went down on Cindy, gently moistening her sensitive, irritated pussy lips while Sue and Robin worked on her sore muscles.

After Cindy was relaxed, well-lubricated and had experienced a deeply satisfying orgasm, Ray took Ann’s place and sent his stiff cock sliding into her warm, slick snatch.

Despite Ann’s efforts to prepare Cindy’s pussy, she winced in pain. But she soon began responding to the steady, soothing massage Ray’s cock was delivering.

Growing waves of pleasure overwhelmed any last twinges of pain. Only when she began bucking under him did Ray pick up speed. When she moaned in ecstasy and shuddered in the throes of a powerful orgasm, Ray drove the full length of his straining cock deep into her and unleashed a giant load of thick cum.

Afterward, they all sat around, drinking coffee and talking about their college days while waiting for Ray to recuperate. That didn’t take a second cup of coffee. The sight of four good-looking young women lounging around in various stages of undress seemed to inspire his cock.

When Ray noticed what was happening, he collected some of the coffee cups and took them into the kitchen. Instead of sitting back down, he stopped behind Robin’s chair. He said nothing, just reached around and cupped one of her large breasts in each hand and started nibbling on her ear.

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