Lesbian Christmas

all started as a silly joke, along with my girlfriend Jennifer I had been invited to a Hen weekend for a friend from work. Someone in the group decided to organise surprise gifts, everyone was to buy something suitably smutty and sexual to be presented to the bride to be during the evening.

My Girlfriend Jen informed me of a new sex store that had just opened in the next town, and we decided to go and explore, so on Thursday evening when they stayed open late, we drove over to gift shop.

It turned out to be a very modern store, large, clean and bright, well lit with ample displays that showed everything a person could need. Everything from lingerie and toys to accessories and clubwear.

We thoroughly perused the aisles before choosing a remote-controlled love egg and a sheer open crotch body stocking. Just the items for an enjoyable honeymoon we felt. At the cash desk the cashier, remarkably fresh-faced and busty informed us that if we spent another Five pounds, we could be entered into their Christmas prize draw. The 1st prize being a bumper hamper of goodies from the store.

Bex as her name tag proclaimed suggested a bottle of peppermint nipple drops to round our bill up.

“I love these,” she giggled with a very naughty smile. You just start to tingle and get so sensitive, they taste good too!”

I paid for the shopping while Jen filled out our entry form, which asked for gender, sizes, and other pertinent details.

In our case two thirty-something lesbians, slim, with 34b and 36d boobs respectively along with contact details and marketing preferences and a whole lot more.


Several weeks passed, and life went on and to be honest I clean forgot about our entry.

Then one Saturday morning there was a buzz at our apartment door and much to my surprise there was Bex, smiling broadly and baring a large cardboard carton all gift wrapped in Christmas paper.

“Hi guys,” she gave that naughty giggle again, “You’ve won the Christmas draw,”

Jen had joined me at the door, we were both in shorty silk kimonos, “Please come in,” she said to Bex, stepping back to make room.

Bex stepped in and offered me the box which I accepted before realising that the movement had allowed my wrap to part and my pussy was now on show. I hastily turned away but not before Bex’s eyes had registered my flash and she released another giggle.

Depositing the box on a side table, I pulled my belt tight and turned back to see Bex loosen her coat to reveal a very short red skirt and lowcut top with black oversize net stockings and knee boots.

“It’s the store’s Christmas uniform,” she offered by way of explanation.

I thanked her for dropping our prize off and offered her coffee, but she declined saying that she had to get back before the store got busy.

“There’s a whole variety of goodies in there I really threw in everything I could,” she moved toward the door before adding, “If you want any help with anything just give me a call.” She smiled seductively and blew air kisses at us before taking her leave.

Jen and I looked at each other across the table, the large gift-wrapped carton sitting between us. It really was a large box, we both giggled a wave of silly school girl excitement washing over us.

Jen stepped forward and embraced me, her hands slipping beneath the silk of my gown her warm, soft hands stroking my buttocks as her lips locked with mine, “What say we unwrap this baby.” Her warm breath caressed my ear as she whispered.

Removing my hand from her warm moist mound, I stepped back and moved toward the carton. Quickly we had the gift wrap off, and in doing so realised that Bex was deceptively strong, this was a heavy box to lift.

We took turns to pull an item from the box, the silliness and giggling varying with the naughtiness of the item,

“Edible candy thong,” Jen proclaimed “These have got to be fun,” my lover of several years had a passion for eating me out.

“Nipple clamps and furry handcuffs,” I countered, I could feel myself colour as I said it

“You’ve always had a yearning for discipline,” laughed Jen

It took a while but eventually, the carton was empty, and we had a huge pile of naughty goodies on the table. Lingerie, lubes, vibes, dildos, blindfolds, a couple of floggers, butt plugs, and beads and by no means least a sex harness and an extendable pole for dancing.

“We’re going to fuck ourselves silly,” Jen’s voice had deepened the way it does when she’s super horny.

“It’s a good job we’re such horny bitches,” I replied noting the flush of colour across my darling’s chest, another sure sign that she ready to fuck.

Shedding my robe, I moved toward her and pushed her back against the table, my tongue found her mouth and forced its way inside.

We stood there wrapped in each other’s arms the only sounds our groans of arousal as our tongues dueled.

Jen’s juices were running down her bare thigh, and I slipped my own leg between hers pressing my thigh against her wet mound, feeling her lips part under the pressure.

Grasping her hips, I lifted her onto the table, she lay back and shuffled her ass, aligning her sex with the edge of the table.

The sight before me was stunning, my beautiful Jen spread-eagled on our kitchen table her sex red and swollen, slick with her desires and needs surrounded by a mountain of sex toys, Oh Mamma!

Jen was massaging her breasts, her long ruby tipped nails gripping and teasing her swollen buds.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her slick thighs, sucking in her copious juice and savouring her familiar tangy flavour.

I trailed my tongue along her sex, firmly enough to part her lips but not enough to enter her and was very careful not to touch her clit. I knew without looking that it was swollen and out of its hood.

“Make me cum, I love you, I want to cum for you.” Jen was bucking her hips in need, her thighs as wide apart as she could get them.

I slipped my tongue into her sex, and her legs sprang together clamping around my head, a Venus trap, my goddess of love and sex seizing me for her pleasure.

I pumped my tongue into her sex while my hands cradled her ass

My mouth was filling with her juice, she was in full flood. I withdrew my tongue and locked my lips around her clit.

Pressure from my tongue as I sucked hard was all it took, her orgasm ripped through her body as she shuddered and screamed her pleasure, arching up from the table to balance on her shoulders.


Two days later I was on patrol when I get a text message from Jen. She was between cases and had a few days off.

I waited until my partner was out of the car speaking to an errant motorist and sneaked a peek at my phone. It’s was a selfie. Jen was in our bedroom, naked except for a pair of my old patrol boots and a tool belt. Her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was offering a large hammer to the camera with a very suggestive smile on her face, the picture was captioned “Just doing some fixing.”

There was an immediate response in my panties, a warm, moist front moved in, and I had to fight the urge to touch myself. I forced myself out of the car to join my partner at the roadside. The air was frigid with the impending arrival of a snowstorm, and that tempered my ardour.


I arrived home to find a local contractors van outside our apartment block, and as I approached our door, two burly chaps pass me lugging heavy tool boxes.

Jen was in the doorway, yoga pants, and a tee, the chill wind having an incredible effect on her nipples “Hi Hun,” she stepped forward to hug and kiss me

“Were those chaps just here?” I asked.

“Yes, they were just installing the fixings for our new hanging chair,” she giggled.

“But we don’t have a hanging chair, or do we?” I paused to kick off my sneakers, and I can see printouts of wicker hanging chair on our table.

“No, we don’t, but I could hardly tell them that I wanted to hang a sex swing from our bedroom ceiling could I?” she giggled, but I could still see how hard her nipples were through her snug tee.

Jen went on to explain that she had phoned Bex to seek her advice on how best to hang the swing and then arranged for the contractors to come and install some mounts.

Entering our bedroom, I could see a couple of chrome D rings were now attached to the ceiling by our windows, its where we had the most floor space, and usually it’s our workout and yoga spot.

Pulling off the sweats I’d travelled home in I turned and headed into the en-suite. “You’re really into our raffle prize,” I called back over my shoulder as the hot water started to flow.

“It’s kind of opened a whole new horizon for me,” Jen offered from the doorway.” You know I had a very straight childhood with my Dad being a vicar and everything,”

I paused from running the warm soapy puff between my thighs and turned to look at the love of my life.

Jen had slipped out of her yoga pants and tee, her perky slightly upturned 34b’s with large dark areolas captivated my eyes as she stepped into the shower enclosure.

As I reached for her something firm nudged my thigh, looking down I saw a giant red dildo bobbing from her pussy,

“It’s a strapless strap-on,” she answered my unasked question, “I’ve been practising with it.”

Her fingers found my sex, and she slipped them into me forcing me to gasp at the familiar sensations as she spread my lips and thumbed my clit. My insides turned to liquid. I’d been horny all shift, ever since I opened her text message.

I was backed up against the shower wall, Jen working my aching nubs with one hand while the other brought my pussy to the boil, her long fingers probing my depths as she stretched and stroked my special spots.

I was gasping and could feel the first stirrings of my impending orgasm when Jen broke off and turned me to face the wall, “Adopt the position, spread em,” she ordered.

I was bent slightly forward, and Jen nudged my feet further apart, she laughed about the need to search me as she ran her hands over my aching breasts and between my ass cheeks, tweaking and stroking my soapy body.

“I love you,” she said. As I heard my favourite phrase in the whole world, I felt a pressure on my pussy and oh fuck she was filling me with that dildo. It was longer and thicker than anything we normally used, and it was stretching my sex, filling me to my limits.

The room was full of steam and hot water cascaded down my back. I was up against the wall my face to the side my breasts squashed against the slick tile.

Jen’s hands gripped my hips as she started to thrust, driving the dildo deep inside of me. Every thrust was harder than the last, this was a rough fuck from my beautiful, loving partner.

I was being forced up onto my toes as she built up speed, I could hear my voice urging her on as my orgasm built, her replies were a language her father would never have recognised and would undoubtedly have earnt her a sore behind.

I could sense she was close to cumming and I was on the brink when she paused and almost withdrew her toy from my pussy.

OUCH! Jen had landed a hard slap on my ass cheek, and the wet skin stung, then she drove into me again, and I felt the tip of the toy deep inside of me.

Jen screamed her release, and I let go too. I moaned and cried and let my orgasm rip me apart. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body like hot lava.

I can’t remember her withdrawing from me, I just remember the two of us sitting on the floor, hot water raining down and hugging and kissing and feeling like the luckiest people in the world.


Two weeks until Christmas day, just fourteen more nights of sleep, our apartment was now decorated with a tree, lights, and garlands of festive pine cones. There was a seasonal theme to the drinks cabinet. I just love snowballs with mulled wine. It was warm and toasty with a hint of fresh pine in the air, and if we looked out the window, we could see the deserted streets dusted with the first real snow of the year.

Jen was reading the instructions for the sex swing, she had been fascinated with it since we unpacked the hamper.

“I just don’t get where all these straps go,” she complained for the fourth or fifth time.

I looked across at her, taking in her long smooth legs, her taught lean body encased in a red silk teddy that emphasised her large full breasts. She ran her hands through her hair leaving it even more messed up than it had been, it’s a habit of hers when she’s trying to problem solve, one that I just love to watch.

Reaching across I grabbed a foot and started to pepper her long pink-tipped toes with light little kisses, running my tongue between each of them getting a slight taste of mandarin bath soak.

Lifting her leg higher I stroked her calf as I worked a thumb into the arch of her foot.

It only took a few minutes of this for her to lose interest in figuring out the swing and relax back against the couch.

I kissed my way up her legs and let my tongue linger on her slit as she slipped her teddy off of her shoulders and started to massage her breasts. As she stretched and pinched each nub to its fullest, I took it in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue, sucking as much of her into my mouth as I could.

If ever a woman’s nipples were hardwired to her slit it’s my Jen, after just a few minutes of my ministrations I could smell her arousal, and she was moaning and whimpering for more.

Opening her eyes, she ran her hands through my hair before pointing to the bedroom, “In the spare drawer are the rest of our hamper goodies, why not fetch that silver vibrator.”

I quickly returned with the toy and ran it between her swollen lips, soon it was coated in thick girl honey, and my darling was moaning for more. I planned to give her more, more than she was expecting.

Choosing a higher speed with a pulse mode, I slipped the vibe between her lips again,

“Fuck Yes!” Jen shouted really rather loudly, and I giggled in anticipation of what was coming next.

Tilting the head downward I slowly pushed the bulbous silver tube inside my lover, fascinated to see her lips part and accept the thick foreign body as inch after inch of it slipped in.

Eventually, all nine inches were inside her, it was as thick as a cucumber, and my darling was soaking, trickles of cum running out of her pussy and sliding down toward her star.

Every time I withdrew the vibe strings of her cum would cling to it as she shuddered and moaned her pleasure. I could see she was in a place of her own now, her body alive with sensations that no words can describe.

Scooping up some of her cum I slicked up the string of anal beads that I had kept out of her sight.

There were just six beads of increasing sizes on a semi-rigid stick. Continuing to work the vibe in and out I waited for the next buck of her hips, and as she came back down, I popped the smallest bead into her anus.

Jen yelped but was lost in her world of pleasure, it took a few minutes but eventually, I had all three of the smaller beads inside her much to her pleasure.

I needed more distraction for the next three, and so I added my mouth to the mix, tonguing and sucking her pussy, stretching and pressing her lips and clit as the vibe throbbed away. It drove her wild, she turned the air blue as she begged for a cum and with every bounce of her ass I applied increased pressure popping another two beads inside her rear passage.

Thinking that maybe five would be enough this time around I discarded the vibe and moved to finish my darling with my mouth. I love the taste of her cum.

As I let my tongue scoop up a load of thick, tangy cum from her lips, Jen lifted her hips and drove her ass down, engulfing the largest sixth bead with a scream and urging me to make her cum.

And so, I did, I sucked her clit and as much of her slick swollen lips into my mouth as I could and tongued like a madwoman. Jen got hit by a massive orgasm, she screamed, she swore, and she bucked like a wild thing, my mouth filled with her cum and just when she could take no more I tugged on the plastic ring and pulled those beads out.

I thought I might have killed her, she reared up, her foot catching me upside the head and knocking me sideways, her moans and screams hitting a new peak before she collapsed back on the bed.

Taking my darling in my arms, I stroked her hair and held her close as she regained her composure and little things like the ability to breathe and speak.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did girl, but I want that again and soon,” she gasped.


Christmas week and the snow was still on the ground, the weather cold and crisp with clear bright skies in the day that became dark and ominous of an evening with the promise of yet more snow to come.

Jen called me from her office and said that she had invited a few friends for drinks on the evening before Christmas Eve “I’ve invited Cheryl and Debs of course,” these were our neighbours and close friends “And Bex plus one other, after all, she was very generous with the hamper,”

I confirmed that it was fine with me, we were close with Cheryl and Debs, turns out it was Debs that told Jen about the sex shop and Jen had chatted quite a lot with Bex since we had met, even returning to the store for additional items.


It was seven forty-five, and we were waiting for our guests. We had a mix of Michael Buble and Diana Krall’s Christmas albums playing. The apartment was toasty warm and laced with the aroma of Yankee candles. We had wines chilling and nibbles laid out, everything looked perfect including ourselves.

Jen was in spike heels with sheer black stockings, short tartan skirt, and a sheer black satin blouse. I could see her unfettered breasts moving inside it. I was wearing spikes too, but I had gone for red lacey stockings, a black mini skirt and a sheer red silk blouse that showed hints of my perky braless nipples.

A knock at the door heralded the arrival of Cheryl and Debs, both were tall and blonde with stunning figures. They worked in hospitality and travelled frequently. They had dressed in matching outfits and were taking no prisoners, both wore Perspex stripper heels with red net body stockings over gauzy red bras while shiny metallic green sarongs wrapped their waists for modesty.

As we hugged and kissed in welcome the intercom beeped to announce our other guests. I buzzed them up and shortly after there was a knock at the door followed by a slightly giggly and off-key rendition of “Oh come all ye faithful.”

Opening the door, I found Bex and a tall redhead bundled up in heavy overcoats with a dusting of snow on their shoulders.

“Come on in guys, Merry Christmas,” I kissed Bex on either cheek as she stepped forward before turning to her friend

“Hi, I’m Opal,” she offered as she slipped an arm around me into a light embrace.

“Oh, its cold outside, give me your coats and Jen will fix you a drink,”

Both women fumbled buttons with cold fingers before parting their coats and slipping them off to reveal matching red and black outfits. This time it was black patent thigh boots with red silk teddies and black bow ties.

“Hope our outfits meet with your approval, Debs said you like it naughty,” offered Bex

“Your outfits are just fine, but I didn’t realise you and Debs knew each other,” Jen chimed in as she offered the red wine bottle for approval.

“Debs and Cheryl are regular customers,” Opal giggled and moved to hug each of them in greeting.

“Ah, your hands are freezing, mind what you touch,” Cheryl shrieked in response

“So that explains why they recommended your store.” Jen handed over their wine and waved to the couches before sitting herself.

I have to say that we gelled as a group instantly, Bex and Opal had the same sexy risqué humour and outlook on life that we did and as the drinks flowed the evening flew along.

Bex was telling us about a fuller figured customer who had caught his equipment in a zip while trying on a studded leather codpiece when Cheryl lost it completely, spluttering on her drink and splashing some onto her top.

“I’ll grab some Bounty roll,” I offered as I leaped to my feet,

“No need, its cool,” Debs waved me back down before reaching over to pull down Cheryl’s neckline, the stretchy red net allowing her lover’s breast to pop free.

Several swipes of her tongue and the wine was gone leaving a very erect nipple in its wake.

Cheryl turned to lock lips and kiss back hard “Thanks, love.”

Opal started to cheer and clap, Bex quickly joined in followed by Jen and myself and with that the course of the evening took a new turn.

I pulled Jen toward me and slipped a hand up her skirt seeking those warm moist folds atop her thighs while kissing her long and hard. Bex moved to straddle Opal and in doing so revealed her red silk thong that was clearly damp spotted on the front.

Debs and Cheryl were cuddled up, locking lips and letting their hands wander under their sarongs causing me to figure that Bex and Opal were probably the only people in the room wearing panties if those slithers of silk could qualify as such.

For the next ten minutes, Michael waxed lyrical about frightful weather and popping corn while six horny women got into the true meaning of goodwill and season’s greetings.

Eventually, we all released each other and reached for our drinks before Opal asked how we had got on with our raffle prize.

“It’s wonderful,” Jen paused from tasting her finger to respond, “But I can’t figure out all the straps on the swing.”

“And I’ve yet to try out the nipple clamps and flogger,” I chimed in

“Well I’m sure between the four of us we can help you out,” giggled Bex as she fluttered her eyelashes at Cheryl and Debs in a comically exaggerated fashion.

“Oh Yes!” our neighbours and best friends chorused back

And with that, we refreshed our drinks and adjourned to the bedroom.


Jen and I have a large king size bed, and Cheryl, Debs and myself hopped up on to it while Jen took the padded footstall, and Bex and Opal stood eying up the mounts “These are definitely fixed into a beam?” queried Bex

“Oh yes, I used the contractors you recommended,” affirmed Jen looking flushed and more than a little excited.

Opal had picked up the harness from the floor and had another fit of giggles. “Duh, you’ve connected the straps back to front, no wonder you can’t hang it.”

Just a couple of minutes work saw all of Jen’s frustrations solved, the harness correctly assembled and hung from the ceiling mounts.

Cheryl stood on the bed and moved one of our ceiling spots until its beam highlighted the swing.

“Ta-Da!” she laughed and dropped back to her knees.

Bex turned to Jen, “Well girl best you get over here and try it out.”

“Just lose the skirt and blouse,” added Opal.

Jen stood and unbuttoned her blouse, the sheer material parting to reveal her full firm breasts.

I could see how erect her nipples had become and how flushed her upper chest was.

Next, she shimmied out of the skirt. Fuck she was magnificent, tall in her heels and stockings. Her breasts full and firm her mound smooth and pale against her otherwise tanned skin.

Opal took one hand, Bex the other and with practiced ease, she was quickly laying face up, fully supported by the web of leather straps, just swinging in mid-air.

“And there you have her, yours to do with as you want,” announced Bex as if she were part of an infomercial.

“Just one pull on this strap will open her up,” added Opal as Jen’s legs were elevated and parted to fully expose her swollen glistening pussy.

“May we have a volunteer from the audience,” Bex said, this tag team presentation was not a first for them.

I stood and stepped forward, sitting on the footstall offered by Opal.

“Please note how madam is now at just the right height to eat pussy.”

I tugged a strap and Jen’s sex was floating right in front of my face, I could smell her arousal and see her juice as it seeped between her ass cheeks.

I ran my tongue along her sex, and she groaned aloud as she hung there.

I licked again and nipped at her swollen clit, she screamed in response.

“OH, FUCK YES!” Debs called from the bed, she had loosened her sarong, and her hand was between her thighs.

I ran my tongue through Jen’s wet slit again but with more pressure, feeling my darling quiver with desire.

I looked back at the bed, Debs and Cheryl were locked in an embrace, they had lost their green wraps, and I could see that they were finger fucking each other.

“Ready to learn more?” Opal and Bex were on either side of me now clad in just thongs and thigh boots.

Opal leaned forward jiggling her breasts allowing the spotlight to bounce off the chain between them.

“I remember putting a chain or two in your package,” she whispered into my ear as she cupped her breasts and rubbed them against my face.

I flicked my tongue around her nipple, feeling the hard metal clamp, the softness of her breast, the warmth of her skin. My stomach flipped, and I just nodded and pointed to the drawer containing our prize.

As Opal turned to the drawer, I heard Jen whimper behind me. Bex had lowered Jen’s head and straddled her face, now as she swung she brushed against a very wet silk thong.

Opal tossed a couple of packages to Bex, “Best make Jen comfortable,” she giggled

I watched fascinated as Bex opened a black silk blindfold and carefully tied it around my lover’s head, she then gathered Jen’s long dark hair and top-knotted it, “We don’t want it getting caught in the straps,” she explained.

Packet two was a bright pink butterfly vibe. Bex took a few moments to fasten it to Jen. I watched as she tightened the straps forcing it tight against Jens slick lips. Jen bereft of sight twitched and groaned in anticipation of what was to come.

Opal took my hands and pulled me to my feet before slipping the fastener and dropping my skirt to the floor, “Sweet cunt Libby, sweet cunt,” she cupped my wet mound, looking me straight in the eye as she said it.

Bex reached around me popping my buttons and pulling my blouse from my shoulders, now I stood naked but for my red lacey stockings and heels.

Bex cupped my breasts and started to lift and stretch them, lightly drawing her nails along the undersides. I groaned aloud at the increasing pleasure she was giving me. I have very sensitive breasts and nipples and love having them played with. Somehow, they seemed to sense this.

Opal took to tonguing and sucking my buds until they were dark and engorged, throbbing with pleasure to the point of pain “That should do it,” she sighed and stepped back to admire her handy-work.

I held my breath, and my belly flipped as Opel approached me again with a silver chain. Quickly she offered it up to my right breast, still held firmly by Bex and clamped my nipple. Oh, fuck did that blow my mind, such intense sensations shot through my entire breast, and I screamed.

Before I realised it, there was another wave of pain, and my other nipple was clamped too.

I stood there my knees weak, my pussy leaking down my thighs and my nipples throbbing.

“Libby, are you alright, Hun,” Jen’s voice came from behind me.

“She’s just fine Jen, here relax,” Bex thumbed a pink remote and the butterfly buzzed into life.

Jen started to twitch gently in her swing, small guttural moans escaping her throat,

“I’m fine Hun,” I reassured her as a cool numbness enveloped my aching nubs.

I looked back toward the bed, the black satin comforter was now pushed to one end while Debs and Cheryl fucked each other. Their blonde hair and red net body stockings were bright against the black silk sheets. Legs entwined they were rubbing their pale waxed mounds against each other for all they were worth, each girl groaning and moaning with pleasure. As I watched I caught a glimpse of purple and realised they were using the double dildo. Oh fuck, the thought that each of these writhing beauties had a good seven inches of purple rubber stretching her cunt was almost enough for me to cum on the spot.

“Urgh,” I yelped as Opal gently tugged on the chain stretched between my aching nubs.

Bex was seated on the stool, now completely naked and her thighs were parted wide. Opal led me toward her. Each tug of the chain sent fire through my nipples and waves of desire through my sopping slit.

As I knelt before Bex, I saw Opal return to Jen who was still suspended in the swing. The butterfly’s constant buzz blended with her moans of pleasure as she swung beside us.

She removed Jen’s blindfold and lowered her to the floor. My beautiful girl was a complete mess, her hair had broken free of the top knot, her entire upper body was flushed red and glinting of sweat while rivers of cum flowed from beneath the butterfly.

“Oh, where are my manners,” Opal laughed and picked up an open champagne bottle, she dribbled a little over Jen’s lips and into her mouth, “Better?” she enquired before necking a mouthful herself

Turning to the bed, she allowed the cold bubbly fluid to trickle into Cheryl and Debs gasping mouths as they paused their fuck.

Bex took her turn, tilting her face upward and allowing the frothy stream to fill her mouth before it overflowed her full red lips and down her strong chin. Opal kept the bottle tilted, and I watched as the stream descended Bex’s neck to coat her breasts.

Clearly pleased with her handiwork Opal turned to me. I took several long draws from the bottle before she moved it to her lover’s slit and I watched as the golden bubbles coated her pussy lips and blended with her cum.

I needed to further bidding, I dropped my head and lapped at the sweet mess. I kept my tongue flat and spread her swollen lips before using its tip to open her up.

Bex gasped her pleasure as her hands found and gripped my hair as I continued my ministrations. My tongue was alive as I lapped at her core, the mix of tangy girl cum and sweetish champagne was divine.

Deeper I drove my tongue, curling it to reach her core as she bucked against my face, I moved further down and allowed my tongue to flick along her seam until I reached her star.

“Fuck, Yes Libby,” she urged me on tugging my hair and forcing herself against my face. I licked firmer and faster, now I had the raw, earthy taste of her star on my tongue as I entered her rear.

Bex released her grip on my head and stood from the stool, just long enough to sink down and lay back on the floor. I now had free access to all of her.

I licked and tongued her pussy as I fingered her ass, she was close to cumming, her moans turning to screams were louder, her hips bucking harder and her juices gushing. My mouth was full of cum, my face, my hair, my breasts coated with cum.

I intensified my onslaught on Bex’s pussy, I could feel it tensing against my tongue as I lapped her up. Just as she clung to the edge I nipped her clit, I had felt it swollen and rigid against my tongue, so I grazed it with my teeth before lightly biting down, just enough to let her know I was there but it did the trick.

Bex spasmed and screamed as she sprayed my face with her cum. Her heels drummed against the floor before she gradually drew still. The spotlights highlighted the heavy sheen of sweat that coated her body as she lay there shaking.

I grabbed a stray dildo and plunged it deep into my aching pussy, one, two, three deep thrusts, and I was ready to cum. Meanwhile, Bex had gathered herself, and on my final thrust, she released my nipples from the clamps.

Waves of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my body as sensation returned to my nipples. I can’t describe my orgasm it was so intense. I saw nothing but bright white light.

Eventually, I sat up and looked about the bedroom, Bex and Opal were now entwined in a long lingering embrace, Cheryl and Debs were cuddled up on the bed, and my darling Jen, naked and cum smeared was gently stroking my hair and peppering my neck with light little kisses.

The room had fallen silent and looking toward the window, I watched large heavy flakes of snow as the music started again, “We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,”


Cum On My Face

The last few days before the holidays .Finally fast approaching summer holidays … I’d had enough of working behind the counter and see the same old faces who take the ham or turkey slices for the cat … Let’s say, however, all in is Charles that makes me laugh. Ah, sorry, I forgot to tell that Charles is my colleague from 7 months and he, from time to time, pull up my morale with a few words or a few jokes. Customers also appreciate very much his character! (Perhaps even more than mine).

Anyway, I decided to talk about my sexual experience I had with Charles, just a few days ago, while we were closing inside the store. Every weekend we have to wash everything from top to bottom. It was a few minutes past 20:30 and I, as usual, I had taken the job of washing the floor across the room and even behind in the warehouse; Charles, instead, is concerned about the counters and Keep all the fresh goods in the refrigerator, for storage. Completed its work, however, I realized that he was looking at me from behind while I was bent over out the towel, and his look, aimed right there at my ass!

So, without wasting time, has come in my direction, he made me get up without notice in no time, took me in arm and began to kiss me. There and then I was amazed and, indeed, I did not think even I could never please him, since he had never hinted something. He pulled down the shutter completly with the button, so that we could do it all without being discovered by anyone!

At that point, then, he has placed me on the metal table – the one wich I usually use to clean the hams – and made me lie, and spread straight legs. After that, he unbuttoned my jeans with force and pulled them down along with pants. I could not believe it … yet it was just happening: his face “fell” right between my legs and I immediately felt his hot tongue go in search of my clit while with his hands outstretched my pussy lips.

I jumped and started to feel a state of excitement right there: wanted that would increase the pace, that his face was even more crushed against me, but I could certainly grab his head … .I would have had the courage to do it; then, I raised my pelvis, and he knew instantly that I wanted even more and he put a finger in my pussy and began to suck my clit. The game was done … I began to breathe harder and harder, louder and louder, until I reached my orgasm! But now it was my turn, because it certainly would not end there!

Reached that point, he took off his shoes and climbed on the table, dropped his pants right there in front of me and I found myself with his big cock ready to be sucked! So, he came up with another hand to My face and pointed it at my mouth for me to swallow. I, therefore, I open my mouth like a cave and I shook his penis in my hands. So, I started to move my head back and forth, while i was playing with tongue to tickle the little hole on top of his chapel.

Gradually, I felt his cock getting bigger and bigger and the breath of Charles was heard more and more, within the walls of the warehouse. At some point, then, Charles placed his hands on my hair, and referred me to take more deeply his cock; almost choked me, but eventually I managed to swallow that dick like it was a calippo, a summer ice cream you eat and you want even more.

There, with his cock instead, the game was different, I was not satisfied of his pleasure … I wanted to hear his breath even stronger, to really understand that I had satisfiated, just as he had been able to do it with me. I had my pussy still burning and, at the very idea, I get wet and drizzling throughout the vagina and on the counter.After a minute, Charles, took out his dick on fire from my mouth and I sprayed almost the entire face with the cum that could hold his big balls. The sperm was much, so much so that I even poured down his neck. He, however, was kind enough to take then a paper towel that was placed a little further and wiped my eyes from all that precious that I found on the cheeks, on the eyes, the mouth and down my neck. After that, he was approached near the ear and asked me:-Are You tired or …

-No, I’m not tired

So, then, he made me lie down on the table completely took away my shoes and my pants completely; he has taken them off and thrown on the floor – so everything was clean – and then I was placed on and started to fuck me slowly at first and then more and more he increased the pace, putting even raised my pelvis, so that completely ruled the “route” of his cock in my pussy. I heard him out and in, let it out and let it in until then, voluntarily, missed the hole and placed the dick in front of my ass. At that point I thought, “No way! I’ve never done, it will be a mess! ”

Then, slowly, he began to focus his dick in the ass; I felt my hole widen more and more slowly, until my ass had swallowed inside. Once his cock was inside started playing there too, pulling it out and then putting it back in; but the game was not limited to that, in fact, alternating asshole with pussy and then it was even more exciting. Therefore, it continued to increase more and more the pace and then for the last beaten continued in my pussy, where he knew definitely that he would not hurt me.The last two thrusts were very loud and again, he cum across my face! It was a very special closing shop!

MILF Slut Sequel Four 

Sandy’s evening at the Party Boat was not over. She was still full of lustful energy and felt as if she was only in the first inning of a nine inning game. After several minutes, Sandy decided to go out onto the deck for another look at the stars and full moon while Terry napped. It was a warm and comfortable summer night with only a suggestion of a breeze when a man came up behind her and said,

“Hi Queenie.”

Like Sandy, except for his thong and nipple clamps, he was nude. He had the start of a beer belly even though he was still young and was sporting an erection that Sandy could not ignore.

“Hello,” she said politely. “Looks like you are having a good time?” she said, gazing at the firm appendage between his legs.

“It’s okay. I wanted to do anal but Louisa doesn’t do anal. She wanted to be with Guy anyway. She’s there with him and Sylvia,” he said with a slight slur. “It’s okay. Now I’m here with you Queenie. Do you do anal, beautiful?”

“I suppose so, but it depends on my mood.”

“What’s your mood now?” the man asked.

“Romantic. The full moon really gets a girl in the mood.”

“So, let me do you here,” he said rather forcefully.

“No way. I’m not doing anything out here,” Sandy said leaving no room for compromise.

“Okay, let’s have a drink in my cabin.”

“Alright but just a drink.”

He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three.

The man still hadn’t introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels.

“Ya want some?” he asked gruffly.

She said she didn’t drink whiskey.

“Okay, you don’t drink whiskey, but you do anal and that’s just fine with me. Bend over on the bed, slut,” he said brusquely and gave her a shove.

Sandy had never been treated that way but his rough manner turned her on in a way she had never experienced. She bent over on the bed as he had commanded, then turned back to him and said,

“I don’t do this without a condom.”

He was rubbing his dick to get himself harder in anticipation of plowing into her ass, but he stopped for a minute to reach on the bedside table to grab a small foil package and a jar of Vaseline.

“Here ya go whore. If you want it, put it on.”

Sandy took care to roll it on his stiff prick so as not to tear the latex. He gave her the jar of jelly and she obliged by smearing a large glob over his hard member.

“Get over by the bed, tramp,” he demanded.

In a strange way, being humiliated just made her feel sexy and she felt her juices flowing again. Sandy inexplicably enjoyed the suggestion that she was nothing but a fuck doll.

She bent over the bed waiting for his assault. The man’s first motion was to rip down her thong then split her ass cheeks with his cock entering her ass without the slightest hesitation. He banged into her for a couple of dozen savage strokes and was finished.

“Okay, get the hell out of here, bitch.”

“You’re an ass whatever your name is,” she said slamming the door when she left with cum oozing out of her rear and Vaseline smeared all over her ass cheeks.

Terry was awake when Sandy stumbled into cabin three. “My God, Sandy, you look like a tornado hit you.”

“I know. I met some jerk out on the deck. He was rude, condescending and an asshole. He treated me like I was a whore and his slave.”

“Oh you must be talking about Big Al. Ya know, when he has been drinking he gets that way but otherwise he is a teddy bear. Come over here. You need a hug.”

Sandy didn’t go into any more details but after cleaning herself up, she joined Terry on the bed. She felt the comfort of his arms and the warmth of his body. Quietly in a deep voice he began talking about his life saying he had been married for three years to a woman who was married to her job.

His wife was away on business trips almost every month and sex with her was mostly a quickie. He couldn’t explain why he had married her. They have little in common and are not a good match. Last week his wife filed divorce papers. Terry said he was unhappy and thought the Party Boat would boost his morale.

Sandy said she had a good marriage although being on the Party Boat was exciting. Her friend, Phyllis, had talked her into it and maybe her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

She said, “Here I am and you’re making tonight better than I could have ever imagined!”

“Let’s take off those clamps so I can help your nipples feel a different sensation.”

Once her nipples were free, it took time to get them feeling normal again but with Terry’s help, they soon became sensitive and responsive. He placed his lips up against each breast and circled her nipples with his tongue. Sandy’s erect nipples were ripe for Terry to suck sending electric sensations between her legs. She was moist again and eager to sit on his stiff elongated pole.

On top was her favorite position and that is where they began their second coupling. Sandy rode him with her accustomed energy and enthusiasm. Wanting more, she reversed herself and rode reverse cowgirl. Later, he slipped into her cunt doggie style and she indulged herself with the pleasure of each stroke . The blissful action lasted well into the night with Terry cumming often and Sandy enjoying euphoric highs with each of her orgasms. They fell into each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep around three in the morning. It wasn’t until dawn that Sandy gave Terry a gentle nudge to wake him.

Sandy said, “Terry, we need a shower. We both reek from last night,” and dragged him half awake into the shower.

She loved soaping his balls and penis. The contrast between his dark skin and the white soapy bubbles made for an alluring sight but best of all was the feeling of her hand washing the slimy soap on his soft balls and stroking his hard cock. Terry also enjoyed the moment by rubbing her heavy breasts giving special attention to her clit.

The shower stall was tiny but they managed. When they had rinsed off, Terry stood with his legs far apart inviting Sandy to use her lips on his squeaky clean shaved testicles. She got the message and was quickly on her knees. Water continued to cascade down their bodies as Sandy moved between his legs. His balls hung like fruit on a tree and she devoured them with her lips and tongue. His cock grew even harder and was full and hard again.

“Sandy, I need you one more time.”

She smiled. Terry helped her stand in the shower and she turned her back to him. The compartment was so small that when she leaned over offering him to take her from the rear, her head hung outside the stall. They both knew he was too big to take her anally, so he forcefully plunged into her cunt. His hands held her hips to help steady her as he continued to thrust into her welcoming pussy.

Terry drove his thick, rigid cock into her with strong, deep strokes. She once again entered that blissful serene world of sexual tranquility. Being filled with his hard muscular cock felt so overwhelmingly right that at first she couldn’t manage to say anything, yet she squealed with delight. She wanted to feel his cock pulse again and fill her with the spreading warmth of semen as he had done earlier.

Without thinking and unashamed, Sandy yelled, “I want you to cum inside me like it’s the last time you will ever cum.”

He moaned as he realized what she meant.

“I want you to shoot your jizz inside me, deep. Fill me with your seed my beautiful knight. Shoot that cum into me.”

Her orgasms began to build and with a quick flick of his middle finger on her clit, she was over the edge. Sandy came with orgasms so powerful that she was on the verge of fainting.

“Oh, God,” he said as his own orgasm began. The pressure behind the base of his cock finally erupted. His cock and balls convulsed together as he threw himself deeper into her clutching cunt, shooting volley after volley of his sperm-rich semen inside her fuck tunnel. Rope after powerful rope of his potent seed filled her pussy until he collapsed from exhaustion. And when their orgasms subsided, he locked eyes with her deliberately squeezing his last few milky drops of cum into her. She watched with pleasure, revered it and enjoyed it to the very last drop.

“Sandy, you get better each time we fuck,” he said as they helped each other towel off. “You are the fuck queen I had hoped for,” he said giving her a kiss.

“And you are the cock knight I have dreamed about.”

They dressed and went to breakfast, but first the Black Knight handed her a gift. It was like Phyllis had said, a sealed envelope to be opened later.

Sandy was home around two on Saturday afternoon. She showered again and changed clothes putting all evidence of the Party Boat in the washing machine to clean away the stains from the previous night. Her daughters arrived home about an hour later.

Sandy overheard the girls tell each other of their overnight with Herald and Floyd. She only half listened but learned that each of the girls had spent the night fucking these guys. She couldn’t afford to be hypocritical since she had been doing the same thing. She thought, “Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Sandy closed her bedroom door for some privacy. She sat on the bed and opened the envelope. Inside were five crisp new hundred dollar bills along with Terry’s business card. It read, “Call me. Love, your Black Knight.” And Sandy made a mental note to be certain to take advantage of his offer.

MILF Slut Sequel Three

The following day, Sandy called Phyllis. They hadn’t seen each other since their afternoon heart to heart conversation revealing how Phyllis got involved in the Party Boat. Sandy had kept Phyllis’ secret to herself but told the girls at the club that Phyllis had a job on a private yacht as a hostess. Sandy told her friends that it was a way for Phyllis to earn extra money because her ex, Bob, wasn’t reliable with his monthly payments. Sandy said she didn’t know much about the men calling on the phone but knew Phyllis was dating. All of that seemed to quiet down the escort service rumors for awhile.

After the usual morning greetings, Sandy said, “Phyllis, I know this sounds silly but I can’t get the Party Boat out of my head. It’s embarrassing to say this but I’m a little envious.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Then Phyllis asked, “Sandy, are you saying you would like to go out there some evening?”

“I guess so, Phyllis. I’m curious. Could I go there and not have sex or is that part of the deal?”

“It’s pretty much expected, Sandy. Look, I’ll talk to Joe and see if one of these nights there is an opening. The boat has only six cabins so they have a limit to how many woman can attend. Right now, it’s a very popular cruise and lonely housewives are coming from all over the state. Good news travels fast.”

“Okay, but I’m not a lonely housewife. I guess I’m just a curious lusty female. Let me know if something opens up a couple of days ahead, if you can.”

Sandy’s heart beat faster each time the phone rang but Phyllis did not call. However, Tyler kept asking her for lunch and Sandy kept putting him off. Finally Jacques wrote and asked if everything was alright and if she might consider a three-some. Her reply was non-committal like saying, “It’s a definite maybe.” Sandy needed to see how the Party Boat went first.

Just when Sandy had given up all hope, Phyllis called. “Good news, Sandy. There was a cancellation this Friday night. Look, I really pulled some strings and told Joe and the captain what a beautiful hot horny chick you are. They had a couple of other women in mind in case of cancellations but went along with my recommendation. I hope I didn’t exaggerate too much.”

“It’s okay, Phyllis but I didn’t want you to stick your neck out for me.”

“No problem. It’s lingerie night. You wear your sexiest outfit and we all walk around the pool modeling our apparel. The men vote and determine who are the first, second and third place girls. The winners receive a sex toy and get to choose their date for the rest of the night.”

“That’s really exciting but I don’t have intimate lingerie.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll loan you one of mine. Come over today and pick one out.”

“Okay, I’ve got some food shopping this morning. How about around two o’clock?”

“Good. See you at two.”

Sandy was in awe of Phyllis’s wardrobe of sexy lingerie. There were more than a dozen outfits and in a separate drawer, a large collection of clamps, collars, chains, whips, dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. It looked like a sex shop.

“Do you use these toys on the Party Boat?” Sandy asked.

Phyllis answered with a guilty smile, “Well, occasionally. Most of these I’ve won on theme nights like Friday’s lingerie night.”

Sandy browsed through the lingerie and tried on three of them. She chose a pink transparent baby doll that barely covered her ass cheeks and it came with a crotch-less thong. Phyllis said it hadn’t been worn on the boat before and was perfect.

Phyllis asked, “Have you thought about what you are going to say to Andrew?”

“About what?”

“About being away all night.”

“You won’t believe this Phyllis but the timing is perfect. Andrew has a weekend business seminar and he leaves for Dallas on Friday afternoon. The girls will be at a sleepover so I’ve got all Friday night and Saturday morning for this little escapade.”

“Fantastic and you aren’t scared like I was my first time?” Phyllis asked.

“Nope. I thought it all out and this is what I want to do.”

“Sandy, let’s have a glass of wine and celebrate.”

When the wine was poured, the two women clinked their glasses and Sandy said, “Cheers! I’m really looking forward to this, thanks to you.”


The stars were out and the moon was full when Sandy and Phyllis boarded the ship’s tender. Far off in the distance sat a huge yacht that was only seen due to the lights illuminating it. It gave Sandy a chill as she thought it looked eerie like a ghost ship. Sandy stepped onto the small craft and saw two women that had already boarded. Both were seated in the very front and had their backs to her when she sat down behind them. They were deep in conversation so Phyllis and Sandy kept to themselves.

There wasn’t much to do during the twenty minute taxi ride. Sandy was glad the lake was calm because she wasn’t much of a seafaring person. Excitement was about the only emotion she felt while tightly clutching to her small night bag. It only carried the costume she would wear and a few feminine items.

Upon arrival at the ship, the other women got off first and Phyllis and Sandy followed. The captain greeted them and handed each woman a card with a number. Sandy had number ‘3’ and that was her cabin number. She was instructed to drop off her belongings in the cabin, then join everyone in the dining area for Happy Hour.

After checking in her cabin, Sandy joined a rather boisterous group of men and women sipping drinks of all kinds. Everyone wore a pleasant accommodating smile and the conversation was what you would expect at a neighborhood cocktail party. The atmosphere was warm and friendly. There was no tension and no hint of what was ahead.

Sandy went to the bar where the captain was serving drinks. “What can I get you beautiful?” he asked.

“Thanks. Just a martini straight up with a twist.” She said it with great satisfaction because that was the most sophisticated drink she could remember from one of those forties movies where all the men wore tuxedos and the women wore dresses as if they were attending a ball.

“Enjoy,” the captain said handing her the drink.

Sandy accepted the drink with her sweetest smile and turned to see if she knew any of the women beside Phyllis. On the other side of the room, Sandy thought she saw a familiar face but the lady kept turning around and she wasn’t really sure it was a person she knew. Sandy moved closer and heard a very familiar voice. Oh my God, it was her friend Ann from the club!

At that, Ann turned her head and recognized Sandy immediately. “Sandy, what are you doing here? I mean, I never expected to see you here.”

“Hi Ann. We need to talk. I’ll explain but first, why did you want me to interrogate Phyllis when you knew all along what was happening?”

Ann answered in a soft voice, “Come over here and I’ll tell you all about it. Then you have to tell me about your situation.”

They moved to a quieter place in the corner of the room when Ann said, “Gee, Sandy, you are the last person I expected on the Party Boat.”

“I know, it wasn’t something that I had imagined either,” Sandy said with a touch of irony. “How often have you been here?”

“Oh, a half dozen times, I think. I started a few months ago when the escort rumor started. I did some research. It was easy to connect with someone on the Internet and get more information. It sounded like fun and hey, to be honest, I need some excitement in my life.”

“Obviously you are happy with your decision, right?

“Oh, Sandy, I love it here and you will too. I call it the Cougar Cruise but the other women like it to be the Party Boat. So, tell me about you. How did you get a reservation on this cruise? Lingerie night is the most popular cruise so you are really lucky.”

“Oh you know, the rumor and an afternoon of drinking wine with Phyllis got me thinking. She pulled some strings to get me here. I was so curious and wanted to see what it was like. It’s probably my first and last time but we’ll see.”

“Fantastic. I’m really really glad you came and hope you will be back.”

“Thanks Ann” and they smiled at each other while sipping their drinks.

The martini was delicious so Sandy returned to the bar for a refill and began to mingle.

The men were young like Phyllis had said. Some were tall and handsome and a few stocky and a little out of shape. Sandy shook hands with several of the men and one gave her a hug when they met. The conversation wasn’t particularly interesting with much of it asking where you are from and what do you do. Sandy wasn’t sure if she should stretch the truth but mainly kept to the truth.

With ample cleavage showing her large breasts and Sandy’s natural ability to flirt, she attracted most of the men who complimented her on her looks and her beautiful smile. Sandy was feeling confident and carefree and enjoyed the socializing. The martini helped her relax to the point of being more of an extravert than normal. Anyway it was a great social hour and Sandy was completely relaxed.

The captain asked for everyone’s attention at around 9:30. “Ladies, welcome to the Party Boat.” We are thrilled to have you.” That comment elicited a little chuckle from the men. “I would remind you that tonight is lingerie night,” everyone cheered, “so let’s get started.”

That was the queue for the women to return to their cabin and dress for the occasion. The men stripped and hung their clothes in lockers next to the pool. Some of the men jumped into the water while others took their places on poolside chairs. The women joined them several minutes later wearing robes.

Standing in line, the women watched as the captain stopped at each woman, introduced her by name and removed her robe until all sex women stood in front of their appreciative audience wearing only sexy negligees. Giggling to herself, Sandy remembered a joke she read in the newspaper earlier in the week:

A display in the window of a lingerie store caught a young mother’s eye while shopping at the mall with three children.

“Do you think Daddy would like this?” she asked, pointing to the lacy garments being modeled on the store’s mannequin.

“No way,” her horrified 6-year old son replied. Daddy would never wear that!”

The captain said, “Please, ladies, stroll around the pool three times so our gentlemen friends can fully appreciate all aspects of your feminine beauty.”

The stroll began with Ann in the lead followed by Phyllis, then Sandy, and three others. Sandy never thought of herself as an exhibitionist but on the other hand, she was competitive. She wanted to win. Sandy found herself showing off in ways that might not be considered lady-like. After all, she had been fucking on video and seen by many. So, she had nothing to hide.

Sandy made sure she took full breaths to inflate her chest and enhance her breasts. She would swirl so that her baby doll would fly up revealing the thong she wore allowing a good view of her pussy. She would stop at a man and tease him by touching his penis and saying, “Oooh, I like that.” Sandy was a shameless coquette.

When the march around the pool ended, the captain explained the voting rules. “Each man will have three votes. Our ladies are listed on the ballot and all you men have to do is put a check next to each name you prefer. When the votes are counted, the first place woman will choose her prize from the toys here on the table and point to her partner of choice for the night. Any questions?”

There were no questions and the men went about their task of choosing a winner or winners. The ballots were collected and there was a nervous excitement at the pool as the captain kept a tally.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is a shame that I have to declare three of these lovely ladies as having the most votes because all of them are winners.”

A cheer went up among the men.

“All of these lovely women gathered a great deal interest with your votes but according to the rules, I must to crown a queen and her court.”

The captain walked along the row of women standing in front of the men. He held a glittery tiara and stopped at one woman, gently placing it on the lady’s head.

“I am happy to declare a newcomer as our lingerie queen this evening. Let’s all give Sandy a big round of applause.”

There were hoots and hollers among the men and every woman came up to her to give her a hug. Ann took third prize and some woman with huge tits came in second. Sandy was first to claim her prize and took nipple clamps that were connected with a thin delicate chain. As lingerie queen, she was then to choose her ‘Knight’ for the evening. There was no delay in her choice. Sandy immediately pointed to the a really well hung black stud standing near the diving board. She had always fantasized about having sex with a black man and tonight was the ideal opportunity.

Her Knight walked up to her, took her hand and gallantly gave her a kiss. The couple walked away hand in hand with the Black Knight demonstrating a prodigious organ that was fully extended as they walked toward cabin number 3. Cheers were in order from everyone.

Before entering the cabin, the Black Knight picked her up as if she was his bride and carried her into the room. “Hi, I’m Terry and I’m really glad you picked me. You got me hard the moment the captain took off your robe but you probably noticed.”

Sandy didn’t say anything at first but put her arms around his neck. Then she said, “You are the handsomest guy here tonight, Terry. I think we make a lovely couple.”

“I agree. Do you mind if I remove your nighty?”

“Be my guest,” Sandy said with delight and a twinkle in her eye.

He pulled Sandy’s baby doll over her head and suggested they try out the nipple clamps.

“Fine but be gentle. I’ve never worn nipple clamps before.”

“Oh, these should be fine. They have a soft covering on the ends. Oh look, they’re the vibrating kind!”

Sandy only felt more aroused and sexy when Terry kissed and sucked each nipple before clipping them in place. Ecstasy filled her brain feeling the vibration on her tits and she couldn’t wait to feel that monster cock inside her.

Once wearing the ornamentation, Sandy knelt in front of Terry sucking his cock into her mouth. She had tamed her gag reflex when giving Jacques blowjobs but Terry was just too big. Sandy’s mouth was stretched to its limit and although she could get him into her throat, she could not take all him all the way down. To compensate, she rolled her tongue around his hard manhood and sucked as if she was trying to milk him like a child nursing on his mother.

Terry told her over and over again how nice if was to have a woman who really knew how to suck cock. “You are so good, Sandy. Keep going, don’t quit. You do it better than my wife ever has.”

After many minutes of trying to get Terry’s dick all the way down her throat, she stopped and said, “Let’s fuck.” She was more than ready to feel his meat fill her fuck hole and wanted him in all the way up to her cervix.

Sandy stood giving Terry a deep sensual kiss and he wrapped his muscular arms around her lifting her off her feet and laying her gently on the bed. Without a word, he moved quickly between her legs licking her cunt between the opening in the crotch-less thong. He finger fucked her while sucking her clit, then back to licking her pussy juices. “Sandy, I just love white pussy. You are so delicious,” then he returned to licking and sucking the fluids from her soaking wet vagina. Terry was an expert at conalingus. He knew how to please a woman.

Between heavy breathing she said, “Look, Terry, I love what your are doing but I need your cock inside me. I want you so much. Fuck me, Terry, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

He moved up to give Sandy a kiss and at the same time pressed his engorged pole on her pussy lips, first moving it up and down along her slit before starting to penetrate her fuck hole.

Terry pressed in slowly at first waiting for Sandy to adjust to his size, then sliding in and out half way so that she could sense the feeling of being filled with his massive cock. He pushed in further knowing he could never have his cock entirely inside her. No woman had every taken him all the way in. He was simply too large.

Once Terry felt resistance, he knew that Sandy was good for all but two inches of him so the thrusting began with Sandy’s cries of, “Fuck, oh fuck. That feels so good. Fuck me harder, harder,” encouraging Terry to pick up the pace. With each of his strokes, Sandy could feel her juices flowing even though she was not yet having orgasms.

Terry had such a wonderful rhythm, not too fast but not too slow. He slid in and out of her in such a masterful way that unexpectedly and out of nowhere, Sandy had a massive orgasm. Her vagina contracted with each impulse and her inner fluids poured out of her like never before.

Terry could feel her heated fluid response and began to pound into her working for his own orgasm. Stroke after stroke, Terry plowed into her with his rock hard staff until he finally exploded. His hot cum gushed into her love channel until he had emptied his load filling her to overflowing.

Tears ran down her cheeks with pleasure. “Terry, oh Terry, you are so wonderful. I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so happy.” She was over the moon with joy. “Let’s do it again,” Sandy begged.

“In a minute,” her knight replied but in the next minute, Terry lapsed into a deep sleep.

…… to be continued To The Last Sequel In This MILF Story Of Passion And Lust 

MILF Slut Sequel Two

After hearing Phyllis’ Party Boat story, Sandy decided it was time to reconnect with Jacques. The video that Jacques had sent reminded her of his massive cock and she once again yearned to have him inside her. She wrote a short personal e-mail to his private address and asked how things were with him and the college.

He wrote back a day later and said he was still teaching at the college but was no longer a dean. Wendy, his wife, was reduced to part time in the AV department but her health benefits were retained as if she was full time. They were very happy with that. Also, most of their videos had been scrubbed from the system and he assured Sandy that she shouldn’t worry.

Jacques and Sandy kept in touch over the next month but never talked about getting together for sex. This drove Sandy crazy as she wanted him more and more with each passing day.

Meanwhile, Ann and Betty at the club asked her about Phyllis. They hoped Sandy had seen something suspicious and had some ‘dirt’ to share. But Sandy was non-committal and said there was nothing to report other than the usual daytime shopping trips, church and PTA meetings.

“Anyway, Ann,” she said, “it’s too dark in the evening to see when neighbors are going and coming.”

As the days rolled by, Sandy was beside herself with lust. Her husband, Andrew, was doing his best in bed but it just wasn’t enough. She thought about the three-some and wondered if Jacques and Tyler were still interested. Also, Sandy fantasized about the Party Boat and her dreams were always about having sex with younger men. What should she do?

She wondered how to broach the topic with Jacques of having a three-some with Tyler without seeming like a psychotic nymphomaniac? It was a delicate situation. It called for some discretion and subtlety on her part but at the same time, she needed to get her point across.

“Jacques,” she wrote, “Haven’t heard from Tyler since the incident a few months back. I think he was in one of the videos so I’m concerned. Has he experienced fallout from Wendy’s hacked computer? Maybe we can have lunch together and talk about how this is playing out.”

It was Tyler that replied. “Hi, Sandy. Jacques said you wrote. All is well here. I’m still teaching at the college. Jacques and Wendy got most of the heat but I’m okay. How about you?”

Sandy wrote back almost immediately and said she was doing fine. She told Tyler she had an interesting story he might be interested in but it was too long for e-mail. Sandy had the Party Boat story in mind and since he didn’t know the individuals involved, it was safe to tell him.

“Hey, Sandy. I’d love to hear your story sometime. Do you have Thursday afternoon free for lunch?” Tyler wrote.

“Sure,” she wrote. “Place and time?” It was a short response but she didn’t want to seem eager.

“How about at the Grand Hotel where they have a fantastic buffet? It’s on Fourth and Main. I’ll be there at 1:30.”

Again Sandy’s reply was short and to the point again. “Fine, c’ya then.”

Unlike the first meeting with Jacques, Sandy had no reservations nor misconceptions about meeting Tyler. Simply put, they were there to fuck and lunching at the hotel meant they didn’t have far to go to consummate the arrangement.

They greeted each other with a friendly hug and Sandy asked about Jacques. “Will Jacques be joining us?”

“Jacques can’t make it on Thursday. He has classes this afternoon. I hope that’s okay.”

Sandy thought, how convenient. “Sure, Tyler, that’s fine.”

Sandy had a light salad while Tyler seemed hungry. His plate overflowed with food. They had ordered a bottle of wine from the bar and sat down for lunch. It didn’t take long before Tyler touched on the topic for the afternoon. Tell me about the story you mentioned in your e-mail.”

Sandy gave him the Reader’s Digest version of the Party Boat. Tyler changed the subject and said, “I saw you on Wendy’s video before it was scrubbed. My God you are even more lovely on the video than when we first met. And now you are sitting in front of me as radiant as ever.”

“Thanks,” Sandy replied feeling embarrassed from the compliments. “And I saw you at one of their swing parties. You sure were an enthusiastic participant.”

“Really? Those parties were always fun but sadly they have come to an end. I just want to say, Sandy, that it isn’t just that you have a gorgeous body but the energy you showed with Jacques is amazing. You really enjoy sex, don’t you?”

“Well, I suppose so, like any healthy American woman I guess.”

Tyler reacted with a degree of hesitancy, as if he was thinking of what to say next. “I don’t want to be presumptuous here but I think we should get a room. What do you think?”

Sandy didn’t want to be overly anxious, although it was exactly what she wanted. Her frown was intended to give Tyler an impression that she might not like the idea. The glint in her eyes gave her away. “Maybe, Tyler. It’s just so soon.”

“There isn’t any secret why I invited you to lunch today, Sandy, so there is no need for you to play hard to get. That’s so high school. We both want to get laid.”

Sandy was upset by the high school reference but after she calmed down, she said, “I get your point. Maybe I did come here to be with you for more than lunch.”

“Good,” he said and got up from the table and walked over to the reception desk. He was back shortly and said, “We’re in room 254. After lunch, I’ll go up first and if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes, take the elevator to the second floor. Here is the key.”

Tyler didn’t wait to finish his lunch. He signed the tab writing room 254 and left. Sandy finished her salad before taking Elevator IV to the second floor. She felt no guilt or shame, only excitement. In fact, the excitement flowed between her legs. She had already soaked her panties at the thought of getting fucked by a man ten years her junior.

In the room, Tyler had opened another bottle of wine and had poured two glasses. He had removed his suit jacket and tie. On the desk was one red rose. Sandy thought it was a nice touch but wasn’t sure if he had put it there or if all of the rooms had a flower. Tyler sat opposite the bed when he said with a grin, “Take off your clothes, Sandy. I love having a drink with a naked woman, especially a naked woman as sexy as you.”

Obviously, this was not the first time Tyler had shacked up in the hotel and he knew just what he was doing. Sandy noted that his voice sounded like he was talking to one of his students. It was slightly demanding so she asked, “Tyler, do you do this with your students?”

“Well, I have but not too often. A couple of the girls came onto me and I couldn’t resist as long as they were legal. You might have seen one of them in the swing video.”

“Yes I did and she was really young and cute.”

“Okay, let me see what’s under those garments, then we’ll sip some wine.

Again feeling like one of his students, Sandy slowly and provocatively stripped. Of course, when she had only her thong left, Tyler could see her wetness and said, “Oh Sandy, those panties are so wet I can see you and I are going to have a good time together.”

She was humiliated but quickly recovered and slipped off her thong. Sandy sat on the edge of the bed completely naked opposite a completely dressed Tyler. They talked a short while about Jacques and Wendy and how they managed to host swing parties. Sandy was sorry they had ended, wishing she had been there.

When Sandy had almost finished her wine, Tyler moved closer to her and gently touched each of her breasts. He followed that by kissing her lips, then licking each nipple. Sandy was wild with excitement and her deep breaths told Tyler she was more than ready for him to take her.

“Look Sandy,” he whispered, “I have a hair trigger the first time I cum. Don’t be disappointed because I promise to perform in a way that will make you happy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Unzip me and you will see.”

Tyler stood directly in front of her as she unzipped his pants. He helped her pull his erect penis through the opening and said, “I need your rosy lips around my cock, Sandy.”

She went down on him and took him deep into her throat. Sandy was just a little disappointed because it was not Jacques mammoth cock but it was a nice cock. She wasn’t in a position to complain.

Quickly and without much more than a murmur, Tyler squirted a half dozen shots of his cum into Sandy’s mouth. It was all she could do to keep it from spilling out onto her lips. With a deft motion, Tyler picked up Sandy’s wine glass and said, “Wash it down with this.”

She did what he suggested. Sandy thought to herself that the mix of cum and wine had and interesting texture and a pleasurable flavor.

For a time, they sat waiting for Tyler to recover. He sat on the bed with his fly open and his cock dangling out from the opening. The view was both amusing and erotic and Sandy anxiously waited for its resurrection. She wanted him so badly in her pussy. Finally she could wait no longer and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. “It’s getting late, Tyler. Let’s wake up your sleeping Peter.” ‘Peter’ was her endearing term for her husband’s penis. She enjoyed the playful thought of Peter in Pussy as soul mates like Dick in Jane.

Sandy gently massaged ‘Peter’ until he was hard enough to get him inside her. She straddled his legs and pressed his firm muscle deep into her cunt. With each stroke his cock hardened further and she rode him almost violently until feeling her first orgasms. Although Tyler came almost immediately when she gave him a blowjob earlier, this time he had much better staying power. After some active and lengthy cowgirl action, Tyler exploded into her just as she was enjoying a third orgasm.

She lay exhausted on the bed and in a bit of a fog. Tyler’s performance was exactly as he had promised. She basked in the afterglow realizing that sex with Tyler was exactly what she needed. Obviously, it is one of the benefits of fucking a younger guy.

Tyler woke her from her trance and said, “I want to do you anal.”

“Another time?” she wondered. “Is he good for another time?” Sandy was in awe of his stamina. “Maybe he is a short hitter on the first round,” she reasoned, “but wow, the guy sure can perform.” And that’s just what she wanted.

At that he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants laying naked next to Sandy. When the moment was right, Tyler turned Sandy on her stomach and brought out the lube. First with one finger, then two, he rubbed the ointment in her ass and smeared a large portion on his enlarged organ. He mounted her and slowly but relentlessly penetrated her butt hole until he was completely buried inside her.

Sandy felt no discomfort since she was accustomed to having sex this way with Andrew. Andrew was more forceful once he got in but Tyler let his cock rest for a moment and then pulled back almost completely pulling out. Then he pushed in again all the way to his balls, resting and pulled back again. This continued until he finally picked up speed and the momentum was so that Sandy could anticipate his movements.

Sandy moved onto on all fours so that Tyler could penetrate her even deeper and faster. Soon they were in sync with Sandy rocking her hips to meet each of his rhythmic strokes. She reached down between her legs to massage her clit, doubling her pleasure.

Toward the end, Tyler was vigorously pounding into her rear end and it seemed like forever and maybe it was. Tyler finally let loose with another blast of cum creaming her rectum just as he had done earlier in her pussy and mouth. After he pulled out, she kissed him and jumped into the shower. It was already 4:00 and Andrew would be home at six.

“I’ve gotta run, Tyler. It was fun.”

She dressed and left Tyler dozing on the bed, still naked dreaming of this glorious afternoon.

Sandy was beginning to pay the price on the drive home. Her butt was so sore it was hard for her to sit comfortably. Her next stop would be at the drugstore to pick up some anal cream to sooth her very painful ass. Well, she figured, the whole afternoon went well and was definitely worth a tender behind.

Sandy began thinking more about the Party Boat in the following week. Having sex with new partners was such a turn-on and she no longer had any feelings of guilt or regret.

Sandy realized she would be desirable to younger men for only a few more years and she should take advantage of those years while there are opportunities. In her whole life, she had experienced sex with only three men, Andrew, Jacques and now Tyler and it seemed she owed it to herself to make up for lost time. Sandy’s raging hormones added to the rationality she used to justify her lust. Anyway, times had changed since she was growing up. These days women are more open to having multiple partners and finding ways to satisfy their sexual urges.

MILF Slut Sequel One

A week passed and Sandy had not heard any fallout from the hacked videos. Jacques was under scrutiny at the college and as he had predicted, his deanship was rescinded. The perpetrators had not been found but the videos were being blocked as best the computer science department could manage.

Sandy was starting to feel a little more secure until she was at the club one Wednesday afternoon. As she walked toward her friends sitting at the bar, she saw that they were all talking to each other in hushed voices with an occasional glance at her.

“Uh oh,” she feared, “They know.” What could she do but buck up and face the music. After all, these women were her closest friends. She would just have to put on a happy face, the kind of bogus smile women use in uncomfortable situations.

She greeted them with all of the good cheer she could muster. “Hi ladies!”

“Sandy, you gotta hear his,” Betty said in a loud whisper. Betty was out of her mind with excitement.

“Hey, what’s up and where is Phyllis?” Sandy asked.

“Listen to this, Sandy. You won’t believe this!”

Of course Sandy liked to here the gossip as much as the next gal as long as it wasn’t about her. Sandy’s heart beat was so rapid it felt it might fly out of her chest. Well, maybe her friends would understand and with any luck, be a little supportive. Secretly, they even might be jealous. There’s no telling about these things.

“Come closer, Sandy. We want you to hear what’s going on in our town,” and Betty motioned for her to sit next to her.

Sandy put her purse on the bar and turned to Betty preparing for the worst.

“Sandy, guess what? We have an escort service going on right under our nose and our Phyllis is a part of it.”

“Oh my God,” Sandy said with relief. “You’re kidding! How did you find out?”

Betty licked her lips as if to devour a luscious piece of chocolate cake then said, “Well, it’s really only a rumor but Tina was talking to her housekeeper who is best friends with Phyllis’ maid. You know how the domestics know all of the private stuff in the family, right?”

“Sure, go on,” Sandy said.

“Here is where it gets interesting,” Betty said in a hushed voice. “Phyllis’ maid said Phyllis has a whole wardrobe of sexy lingerie and sex toys and something new arrives in the mail from a place called Wicked Temptations almost every week. You know that Phyllis and Bob have been separated for over a year so the seductive lingerie and toys are not intended for him.”

“That doesn’t prove anything, Betty.”

“I know, Sandy, but the maid said Phyllis goes out at about the same time three or four times a week around seven with a small suitcase and doesn’t come home until later the next day.”

“Okay, that’s circumstantial evidence and maybe Phyllis is having an affair.”

“Alright, but how about those phone calls that the maid answers from men, different men? One day it is Henry, then George, and Peter, and on and on.”

“Hmmm, maybe you are onto something but why do you think it’s an escort service?”

Betty didn’t answer because Ann who was overhearing all of this interrupted and said, “Look, Sandy, we know a lot more but for the good of our town, we need to keep it quiet. The truth is, Phyllis is not alone. We have heard the same story about three other housewives in town. We don’t know them well but see them at church and at PTA meetings.”

“Geez, Ann. Where does all of this take place?”

Ann said, “No one knows for sure but some say it might be on a yacht and the services they provide are done out on the lake so nothing is illegal.”

“One more thing,” Betty added. “We went online to Craig’s List and Backpage where a ‘Party Boat’ is listed in our area and it is very explicit about their services. You know, like, ‘Horny local housewives looking for romance’ and ‘Hot MILF’s for you’. Okay, that’s a little understated but it gets the point across. Don’t you agree?”

“I guess so,” Sandy agreed with little enthusiasm.

Ann then said, “Look Sandy, you and Phyllis are neighbors. Keep an eye on her and see what you can find out, okay?”

“Okay,” Sandy reluctantly replied. It’s what Sandy thought she should do but not what she felt comfortable doing. Spying on a friend never interested her so she needed to come up with an alternate plan.

Still experiencing a bit of guilt about her own recent transgressions, Sandy felt a degree of empathy toward Phyllis. What if the rumor was false and Phyllis was actually staying the night with an ill friend? Maybe she was going to a medical center to get treatment for an undisclosed illness. Yet, there were those intimate clothes and phone calls that made Sandy wonder if the rumors were really true. She just wanted to give Phyllis the benefit of the doubt.

Sandy felt it best to level with Phyllis and find out the truth. Anyway, it would be in her best interest if people zeroed in on Phyllis rather than spreading dirt about her. On Monday morning, Sandy called Phyllis and invited her over for an afternoon cocktail.

Out on the patio that afternoon, it was warm with a cloudless indigo blue sky. The two women sipped Chardonnay for over an hour before Sandy finally got to the point.

“Phyllis, have you heard anything about a Party Boat in our area? The girls at the club seem to think there is something interesting happening on board.”

Startled, Phyllis said, “Gee Sandy, I don’t know,” staring at her wine glass, “Someone mentioned it to me at our last PTA meeting.”

“What did they say?”

“Not much. It’s just a rumor I guess. You know how people talk.”

Sandy watched a squirrel scurry up a tree before saying, “Yes, I know how people talk and that is why I asked you to join me here for a glass wine.”

“What are you getting at, Sandy?”

“Well, there is another rumor going around and it involves you. Let me just say that if the rumor was about me, I would like a chance to clarify it with a friend and we are pretty good friends, Phyllis.”

“I see. Does it involve the Party Boat?”

“Yes it does.”

All of a sudden there was a deafening silence. Sandy adjusted the table cloth and refilled both glasses waiting for a reply.

“Okay, Sandy. I really need a trusted friend on this and you are the only one I can really trust. It’s a long story and easy to be judgmental but it is what it is.”

“I totally understand, Phyllis,” Sandy said without going into details. “What we say here stays here and you can trust me on that.”

Phyllis removed her sun hat and quietly said, “As I said, it’s a long story.”

Sandy said nothing but gave Phyllis an understanding nod. Phyllis didn’t exactly blurt out her story but let it fall out in tiny pieces like chards of a broken glass.

It might have been the wine or just a sense of relief but at that point Phyllis just opened up and began revealing all of her secrets to Sandy.

“Life is so complicated, Sandy. You and everyone knows that Bob and I have been separated for over a year. I just couldn’t stand his drinking anymore and when he started losing money by gambling on sports teams, it was the last straw. Now we are financially ruined. I can pay the mortgage and scrape together enough money for food but that’s about all.”

“Go on,” Sandy said sympathetically.

“Well, I need some romance in my life and coming home to an empty house and worrying about paying the bills, I just felt so depressed. You might not understand that in your situation, Sandy.”

“Well, Phyllis, you might be surprised but I do understand how you feel.”

Phyllis ignored the “you might be surprised” part and continued.

“So anyway, I ‘friended’ a guy online and he was understanding and has a great sense of humor. Okay he is ten years younger than we are but he has a nice build, is funny and best of all he is a compassionate guy. One thing led to another and eventually we decided to meet. You know, like in the ‘You’ve Got Mail’ movie.”

“Oh yeah, I love that scene where Tom Hanks goes to meet Meg Ryan for the first time.”

“Okay then, you can imagine what it was like but this was different. Joe asked me for a date on the Party Boat. Of course, I had no idea what it was but it sounded like fun. So I went and we met at the dock several miles out of town. You know where it is, right?”

“Yep, I know it. We go there to the beach on weekends,” Sandy said.

“Well, I could see there was no boat large enough for a party but Joe said the Party Boat never docks and we needed to take the ship’s tender. When we boarded, there were three other women without dates that were already there. I thought I recognized two of them. We probably had seen each other at the supermarket but they are definitely from our town and about our age. I introduced myself and they told me their names. I didn’t get a chance to talk with them because they pretty much kept to themselves.”

“So they knew each other, right?” Sandy asked.

“That’s right. There was one more thing and it was that each of them had brought along overnight bags. I didn’t ask about them but I was curious. Anyway, it took about twenty minutes to get to the most glamorous yacht I had ever seen! It was all lit up and must be at least half the length of a football feed, maybe more.”

Phyllis was animated and excited as she told Sandy the story. Her enthusiasm was infectious and Sandy was feeling the excitement she felt with Professor Carter.

Phyllis continued, “Once we boarded the ship, Joe introduced me to the captain who was dressed in a white seaman’s uniform and looked very dashing. The captain gave me a huge hug and said, ‘Welcome aboard, Phyllis!’ Then he handed me a glass of Champagne.”

“Joe took my hand and showed me around the ship. There is a dining area and kitchen as well as a game room and about six cabins. Finally he took me to the pool and that was where everyone was partying. There were about six women our age and probably a half dozen or more of young men Joe’s age. Everyone was in the pool and everyone was naked.”

“Joe cautioned me and said, ‘Phyllis, you don’t need to go swimming but if you wish to join everyone, I’ll show you a cabin where you can hang your clothes.’ Joe told me that there was a robe there as well.”

“You know Sandy, I felt so out of place. The nude men and women in the pool didn’t bother me because I had been to nude beaches before but it was awkward. I followed Joe to a cabin and removed my clothes. Joe just stood there watching. I was so embarrassed.”

“Then he told me what a lovely body I had and kissed me with a deep sexy kiss. The next thing I knew, we were on the bed touching and feeling each others’ intimate body parts. Joe went down on me like Bob never did. I was so hot and wet down there. There was only one thing on my mind. I wanted Joe inside me.”

“Joe made the move as he gently spread my legs further apart but I stopped him and said he had to wear a condom. He of course objected but agreed handing me the envelope. It gave me a good opportunity to see his size when I rolled the latex protection over his very healthy hard cock. I can’t go into the details here, Sandy, but after not having sex since Bob left, all I can say is it was sensational.”

“I can imagine,” Sandy replied with a wink and a smile.

“After that, we went down to the pool and I no longer felt ashamed or embarrassed. Being naked in front of everyone was kind of liberating. I actually felt a relief and a freedom I had never felt before.”

“I see. So you partied with the rest of the group romping in the pool for the rest of the evening?”

“Not exactly. What I noticed was that the women knew each other and would laugh and giggle among themselves but the men were strangers to them. This changed of course as people began to mingle. Joe was always kidding around with the women and the women shamelessly flirted with whomever they were near. At some point, Joe disappeared as did several couples when people paired up. One couple was in the corner on the chaise lounge having sex right by the pool. Can you imagine that, Sandy?”

“Amazing! Right in front of you?”

“Yes and they were rather vocal about it. Anyway, I was the only other woman left at the pool. There was a kid who was painfully shy sitting by himself on the edge of the pool with his enlarged penis straight up in the air. It had been like that for a long time. I went over to talk with him. Finally I got around to asking him why he always had a hard on.

He told me it just happened. Then he confided in me and said he had never had sex with a woman and was afraid he couldn’t get it up. “Ya know,” he said, “I’m here to fuck a lady like all the other guys, so I took a Viagra pill before coming on the cruise to be sure.”

“Hold that thought, Phyllis. Let me open another bottle of wine.”

When Sandy returned to the patio, Phyllis continued her story.

“I felt so sorry for him. I gave him a peck on the cheek and reached down to squeeze his very hard penis. I think he just reacted and grabbed my tits so I asked him if he would like to join me in my cabin. I was so horny feeling that kid’s hard erection that we started making love without a minute of foreplay. I don’t think the kid knew what foreplay was anyway.

“I helped him find the opening into my vagina and once he was in, he pushed it in all the way. The boy banged me for only a short time when he emptied a huge load inside me. Gee, Sandy, I hope this is not too graphic. I’m only trying to give you a heads-up on what happened.”

“No Phyllis, I’m okay with it.”

“We stayed the night together while I taught him how to have sex in lots of different positions. I had forgotten all about protection and condoms so he filled me time and time again with his hot semen. I figured since he was a virgin, there was no health risk.”

Phyllis then told of her joy each time the virgin boy ejaculated. “Sandy, the kid had the stamina of the Gods. Each time he came, a flood of juices spewed out of him like a volcano erupting. I’m embarrassed to say this but his hot cum felt so wonderful inside me.” And Phyllis was indeed embarrassed as her face turned crimson.

“So it was a memorable evening for you?” Sandy remarked.

“Oh yes and that wasn’t the end of it. We had one more round at daybreak. I gave him a short blowjob to get us started and then I had him sit on the rocking chair. I sat on his cock and we rocked each other for another half hour. It was the first orgasm I had since Bob and I screwed on our first honeymoon night and that’s a long time ago. Here’s the best part, Sandy. Before he finished, I took him in my mouth and swallowed every last drop of his boy joy juice. I had totally forgotten how much I love the taste of cum.”

While listening, Sandy could feel her excitement grow and knew her panties were drenched while imagining each detail of Phyllis’s story.

Phyllis finished her story by saying, “We dressed and just before leaving the cabin for breakfast, he gave me an envelope and said, ‘Thank you.’ I asked him what it was for and he said it was a gift. I put it in my purse and didn’t look at it until I got home. I got home around noon the next day and in the envelope I found $400. I couldn’t believe it.”

Sandy took a gulp of her wine and said, “That’s quite an experience, Phyllis. Have you ever gone back?”

“Of course. I know it’s just a sex party but there are new guys each time and I feel wanted and loved again. Women like me get the attention and romance we need from young studs and they help us with our finances because every guy leaves their woman a gift. I even spent an evening with the captain and apparently that’s something special. Really, Sandy, you would love it if you and Andrew weren’t so close. You are a beautiful sexy woman and are so attractive. The guys would go wild over you.”

“I gotta say Phyllis, it sure sounds exciting. I don’t think I could work up the nerve but I’m glad for you. Did you ever get to know the other gals from around here?”

“Yes, I know them but maybe I’ve told you too much already so I’m not naming names. You might have seen them at PTA meetings.”

After Phyllis left, Sandy was so wet and horny she went straight to her computer where she had downloaded the three-some video that Jacques and Wendy had sent. While she watched, she massaged her g-spot using her joy toy enjoying each and every orgasm while imagining fucking young men on the Party Boat.