My Little Whore

I fumble with her little dress
on the bed
she likes the color of pink
and she spreads her legs
all ready for “Mommy”
& wet, the smell of baby powder
the smell of a girl’s cunt
and sweat from her ass–
I have tricked my little cunt
she is my neighborhood girl–
I can smell my little whore
and her tongue is smooth
circling my face and chin
licking at my ear holes
wanting to eat a good girl’s cunt
is what I want
and I pull her pink panties off
and her bald hairless cunt
stabs at my mind
wanting to be licked and sucked
her pencil style eraser nipples
pink and erect
with a flat chest
she said she is 18 years of age…
and her pig tails bounced
with red ribbon bows
and the braces on her teeth
make her look young–
and I believe her
that she is 18 years old
I offer my toes into her mouth
and she kisses each morsel
the humidity of my sexuality
I smell and can taste my own pussy
with my finger tips
and rub it under my whore’s
nostrils
to get ready for animal instincts–
like a meal
I catch her peeking at Mommy
looking up at my legs
and my thighs
she says she
“likes an older woman”
crash….
And the black woman enters the room
from a secret closet
and my blonde cunt whore
is shocked and stunned
with a whip and training flogger
“Get the tramp in bondage” she yelled
Then the black man, out of the closet
“Oh, we got the little blonde cunt
in our world now, oh fuck”
declared Tonya & Bobby…
“she Is going to fuck and suck all
of us, deep tonight” the black lady
said
And I hold her mouth open
and she tried to bite my fingers
and we got the rubber gag
full in her mouth
and she can no longer speak…
saliva drips from the little hole
The black lady and man
got her in restraints
on the leather table
spread eagled
very wide
wider
her pink cunt lips
aroused and wet
and smells so delicious
she fights the leather table
but cannot win
against 4 point restraints
on the 4 bed posts
I walk over to my honey whore
and put my sharp fingernails
on her pink nipples
dragging them across
pleasure tonight
beyond all wildest dreams
and the black lady
and man, going to be
sucked and orally satisfied by my
little girl
dominated in her puss
and anal opening
My little whore
we will make her ass ache
and she will experience
pain & deep sexual pleasures
now, the black man
and woman strip
he is hard as a rock
fully muscular and solid
his shiny cock
ready to be orally sucked
I want to taste it baby
I love the big cock
all for my tasting and sucking
the woman, with beautiful
boobs,, I have eaten them before…
gigantic like peaches on a tree
bouncing as she struggles
to get her top off
now naked, they are ready
for my little cunt girl
Oh, she will enjoy her new
master and mistress
down in my basement sex hole
“Mommy is going to make you feel good”
I tell my blonde cunt
as she looks at me
then, I begin sucking
the black man’s cock
on my knees
Oh how delicious is he
and mistress, she
joins me on my knees
on the floor
at the leather table
we French kiss a bit
I love her tongue and her
sexy smell
I pull on her boobs
and she is lactating
I suck and kiss the
warm milk, from my
girl friend
“Oh fuck, my face full of her
milk, is so sexy”
dripping off my chin
as Master is now rock hard
as we make out in the milk
my blonde cunt is on the table
still spread eagled
tossing & turning
waiting for some big cock
in her puss and ass
so mistress & I eat the big dick
French kissing each other
turning on master
we long for each other
I put a finger in my black
girlfriends’ pussy
and she likes the attention
as I lick the white milk off her
black nipples
and oh fuck
“here comes another whore”
the black girl about 18 years old
entered the room
with cute hard nipples
like Hershey’s kisses…
and a flat chest
gives Mommy a kiss
and a quick lick on each
of my pierced nipples
spent some extra time
kissing my smooth
underarms
and smelling me
women love the
smell of their sexual nature…
she jumps on the leather table
spreads her young legs
pulls out my blonde cunt’s oral gag
and says, “eat my black cunt you fucken’ bitch”
and my whore must eat
she just has to eat this girl’s cunt
up above on the leather table
that is my gift to the blonde cunt
to make her eat a black girl’s pussy
and maybe her ass
and she is going to have the 10 inch cock
soon
very soon
“Lick that asshole”
yells Yolonda
and my blonde cunt
eats her
just as I like it
Bobby cannot take it anymore
he is rock hard
and wants release
standing now by the leather table
his hand on his cock
stroking
we got the blonde cunt
off the table and
made her stand up
next to the table
the leather ropes fall from the
ceiling
and her ankles are entrapped
now we pulled away
the table
and she in standing over the drain
Mommy and Yolonda work hard
to get the whore
on her feet
and suspended a bit
off the floor
arms above her head
and her legs spread wide for
Mistress and Master
now are up on their feet
and Yolonda got her pussy sucked
but she waited on her orgasm
getting ready for more sexual treats
evil things
We got the blonde cunt in bondage
and we formed a line
“I give all the orders here”
and they obey me
they must obey Mommy
in her castle of perverted female
lust
“My blonde cunt, you like the taste of cock?”
“Yes Mommy” she declared
“You like the taste of black women whore?’
“Yes Mommy” my baby says
“Form a line and each take turns French kissing the whore”
I said
and they stood in line
Yolonda kissed baby’s face and kissed her lips
The blonde cunt kissed back hard
showing her inner sexual animal to
be filled
Oh, she will be filled soon
so filled up
with black cock
and Mistress kissed baby on the lips
and then Bobby (master) stood in line
and we all took a little bit of baby’s whoredom
“We got one cock, and 3 pussies to eat
down here” I told the whore
“You will eat Mommy’s cunt,
then Yolonda’s cunt
and then Tonya’s pussy…
Master will have you
suck him bone dry”
I said
“Am I a good Mommy?”
“Yes Mommy’
my baby whore whined
“Get the whip” I told the ladies
“Pinch her nipples, slap her tits, make her feel good”
I told them
“Uhhhhhhh, ooooohm, ” the girl moaned
as Yolonda pinched her pink eraser buds
Mistress slapped her tits and
spit on her nipples
Mistress got behind the blonde cunt
and rolled her nipples between
thumb and forefinger
“MMMMmhhhhhh shshghghgh ohhhhh” she moaned
Yolonda got in front of the blonde cunt
and bit her nipples
sucking and biting her pink titties
Master was again rock hard
and Yolanda dropped to her knees
and offered a suck
then Mistress began French kissing me
and we kissed
as I sucked her big black boobs
and ate her milk
Then all 3 of us ladies were sucking
Bobby’s big dick
on the floor on our knees
as our captive white slave
was hanging from the ceiling
on her pretty tip toes
that I painted black today…
we sucked hard
and Mommy likes black cock
an awful lot
and I got the most cock
more than the other girls
sucking and sucking
Tonya and Yolonda licked Bobby’s balls
as I orally gave my servitude
to this muscular and handsome black
man
and of course
Mommy gets wet once in a while
and the girls opened my legs
and licked Mommy’s white cunt
a bit
as I moaned and helped masturbate myself
as the black fingers
raped my horny hole
in & out
it feels so good
to be in this hot frenzy
and I popped the cock
in and out of my mouth
and I derived great pleasures
we got our attention back
on the whore
“Let’s make her ass ache”
I demanded
and the girls
got the pink leather saw horse
“No, No, I will not
the blonde cunt argued
“No, Please No, I cannot stand it
up my ass” she screamed.
Well, I got the pink dog collar
and put the choker around baby’s pretty neck
“Mommy is going to introduce baby to
some deep anal pleasure & pain tonight”
I told her
We got the pink leather saw horse
and the girls got her bent over the tool
Her hands were restrained on the floor with
some mental health mittens
and her feet were also entrapped
she was completely helpless on
the anal training sawhorse
Master got ready, already soaked in sweat
and ready for more pleasures
Yolanda spread open baby’s white ass cheeks
“No, No, I will not”, baby cried.
Yolanda began orally sucking, my blonde girl’s anal opening
Then mistress got in there too, sucking and kissing
the blonde’s pink hole, her asshole
“Mhhhhhhhhh gooooood” baby purred
as the pink tongues went in & out
repeatedly
then I got in there, and gave a few licks to baby’s cute ass
Yolonda popped the top, of the banana cream jelly
and wiped it on baby’s anal opening
we all had our fingers in her
and lubed her ass up
with the banana cream jelly
Master got behind baby
and was now a full firm 12 inches
“Take my baby to Heaven’s gates”
I purred
“Oh, please don’t fuck my ass
it will hurt, please Mommy, make him
not fuck baby’s ass”
“Fuck her tender white ass”
I said
:’MMMmmmmmmJjjjj ohhh uffkkc”
and Bobby entered baby’s tight anal opening
:Ouuuusuususususuu” it hurts
it is too fuccken big” baby yelled
“Sodomize the whore”
Mommy said
Yolonda & Tonya helped
spread open Baby’s ass
and held her ass cheeks open
“Damn she is a tight girl”
yelled Bobby
“No, No, yelled the girl
“OH take my ass, take that white ass
put that big black cock up my ass Daddy”
she moaned
“That’s what we like to hear down here”
Mommy said
Now Daddy Master
slid in and out of the girl
taking full advantage of her
smooth and tender ass
“Mhhhhhhhhhh’ yeah
“fuck that ass”
“fuck that ass”
baby yelled
Bobby was now on his tip toes
fucking the blonde girl
evil and dominated
the black girls & Mommy
French kissed each other
as baby was getting ass fucked
hard and deep
slow, than fast
a tempo, he held
in & out
in & out
like her pussy
but the different
world of ass
and Daddy was hard
as a rock
and the time was right
“Mhhhhhh basby bsby baby gonna cum”
yelled the white whore
her hard tits bounced
her pig tails bounced
she was enjoying the cock
“Give me something in my mouth
when I cum she yelled
Yolanda got a large 9 inch
rubber cock, and stuffed it
in baby’s mouth
deep in her throat
she gurgled and sucked
the phallus
“mmmhhhhhhh ooooh”
and Daddy grunted
and the girls held baby’s face
hard, like a criminal
“When you cum, look directly
into Mommy’s eyes”
“Show your deepest desires
into her eyes”
Mommy said
kneeling in front of baby
Mistress got in front also
and began squeezing her tits
and soaked baby’s face in the hot milk
Well, baby’s toes curled and she was fighting
the restraints
Tonya held her down, to the sawhorse
and Daddy grunted
and emptied his cum,
into baby’s chocolate hole
He continued to pound her
until all the fluid
was up her ass
Mommy, and the girls
continued French kissing the girls
and Daddy pointed to the bath tub
for a pink bubble bath
and more sex
All the ladies entered the large tub
Daddy was hard again
and baby was put in
the soapy water
Baby licked and sucked
all the black girl’s boobs
and Mommy’s boobs
Daddy was rock hard
The black girls slapped
baby on the tits
and abused her nipples
squeezing and pinching
the little whore
Daddy was ready
and stood up in the tub
with pink suds hanging
off his balls
all the ladies surrounded master
and began orally serving his
cock
In Yolonda’s mouth
In Mommy’s mouth
In Tonya’s mouth
In Baby’s mouth
like sweet Heaven
Daddy leaned way
back like a king
getting sucked by the ladies
and it was good
very good
as his hard black cock
was honored by the ladies
he grunted and the girls
jacked off Daddy
with their hands
Mommy opened baby’s mouth
and Daddy popped into
her mouth
“Now close your fucken’ pretty mouth whore”
said Mommy
then she said:
“Swallow this black man’s cum
down your cute pink throat”
and baby swallowed
“Good girl” said Mommy
the other ladies French kissed
one another
and the pizzas were delivered
right to the tub
beer and champagne
was poured
as the ladies
relaxed
an 18 year old
transgender girl
offered herself sexually
to Daddy, and the girls
tonight
the orgy of all orgies
was about to happen
the banana cream jelly
was grabbed by Momm

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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.”

“Cheers.”

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.

MILF Slut 4 The Finale

Sandy received a message on Lush from Professor Carter saying he had to cancel lunch next week because he was leaving for a week long seminar in Vegas. He thanked her for a lovely afternoon and expressed his appreciation for the added attention. So, Sandy did not hear from him during the week he was away and strangely, during the week after he returned.

During those two weeks, Sandy started her new story about a teenage girl and an older man who was her high school English teacher. It was much easier to write now that she had sex with the professor. The story was based on her experience with only a few embellishments. For instance, Sandy added that the girl had pierced nipples and the older man used a cock ring to keep him firm. She thought that these and a few other titillating details might interest the reader. Sandy also relived the excitement of her afternoon and knew she was headed for a sequel with the professor.

Finally, Sandy dropped a note to the professor saying she missed their lunch dates and wondered if the seminar was worthwhile. She really didn’t care about his trip to Vegas but needed to show an interest in him. He wrote back two days later on a rainy Tuesday morning saying things were hectic at the college and he was up to his ears with papers to grade and year end evaluations. Professor Carter also mentioned that someone had nominated him to be dean of his department. He just hadn’t the time to go on Lush.

More of Sandy’s insecurities crept in. She wondered if these were just excuses and he was giving her the brush-off. She didn’t need to worry when she read his next message on the following Friday. He invited her to a small cocktail party at his house celebrating his assignment as dean. He said only a few of his closest colleagues would be there and his wife would like to meet her. The open house started at two on Sunday afternoon. Professor gave her his address and wrote that it was across the street from the college so she wouldn’t have any trouble finding it.

Sandy was puzzled by his comment, “and his wife would like to meet her.” Did he tell her everything? She knew he was honest and probably told his wife he had lunch with a female friend but did he also tell her he had sex with her? This could be a very awkward meeting at the party but she was curious and decided to accept the invitation.

Sandy told Andrew she was going shopping on Sunday afternoon and would be back around seven. Maybe they could eat out if it was alright with him. Andrew agreed and made reservations for seven thirty.

The college was forty-five minutes from her house. Sandy wanted to be certain not to be first at the party so she decided to arrive a few minutes late. By one thirty, she was in her BMW headed toward the college.

She rang the doorbell with the same anxiety as though she was meeting the professor for the first time. It wasn’t the professor that gave her butterflies but meeting his wife. Professor Carter answered the door with a broad smile and said, “Sandy, I’m so glad you came! Come in and meet everyone.”

There were a half dozen people of various ages standing at the bar in deep conversation when she spotted an attractive Asian woman in a wheelchair. She was much younger than the professor and had facial features resembling those of a black American. Later, Sandy learned that she was a love child of an American ‘advisor’ stationed in Saigon before the war.

Professor Carter held Sandy’s hand saying, “I want you to meet my wife, Wendy.” The introductions were made and Wendy smiled when she said, “I’m honored to meet Jacques’ paramour. You are a very beautiful woman, Sandy.”

Wendy’s smile calmed Sandy’s fears but being called a “paramour” alerted her to the obvious. Wendy knew of her husband’s infidelity. There would be no secrets hidden between the two women.

Most of the party talk was about college politics and the selection of Jacques Carter as dean. Sandy sipped her wine and listened but rarely spoke. One of the men showed some interest in her and offered to refill her glass. She was grateful that someone noticed that she was not totally invisible.

When he returned with her drink, he introduced himself as Tyler. Tyler was in his mid-forties and quite handsome by her standards. She said her name was, Sandy. They spent a few minutes exchanging small talk and she learned he was a professor of English Lit. They got on rather well until Wendy asked for everyone’s attention. It was time to toast Jacques on his new position at the college. Everyone raised their glasses and gave him a cheery, “Hip hip hooray!”

Sandy left shortly afterward but not before Wendy drew her aside and said, “Wendy, there is something I’d like to discuss with you. We’d like you to join us for lunch tomorrow at one. Can you make it?”

Monday was the usual day she met with Professor Carter so it fit fine with her plans. It just seemed unusual for a wife to be so accommodating toward her husband’s mistress. Under the circumstances, maybe it wasn’t so unusual after all.

A quick message came to Sandy in her Lush mailbox. It was from the professor saying how glad he and Wendy were that she came to the party and that he couldn’t make it to lunch the next day. However, Wendy hoped Sandy would still join her at lunch for a little girl talk. Sandy said that would be fine and would be there at one.

The women got along with each other as if they had been long time schoolgirl friends. They shared all sorts of secrets that only close friends should know. Wendy told of growing up with a single mother and how the Vietnam people discriminated against her and the other mixed race children. She told Sandy when she met Jacques, she felt so much sympathy toward a wounded POW far from home. Wendy felt, perhaps because of the discrimination she suffered, it was so unfair because America wasn’t even at war with them at that time.

Wendy revealed that she and Jacques were a very sexual couple but never had children. The doctor said that Jacques’ sperm count was too low. Anyway, they had joined a swingers club and both of them were passionate members until her accident in 2012. Jacques hadn’t had sex with a woman since, that is, until he met Sandy.

Wendy confided, “That afternoon with you has made him a different man, Sandy. His depression has vanished and Jacques is his old self again. Can you see, Sandy, what a wonderful gift you have brought us? It isn’t only Jacques that you have made happy, I have also benefited. That’s why I asked you here for lunch. I wanted you to know how much we appreciate your compassion for Jacques and to thank you.”

Sandy was embarrassed but said, “Yes, I understand.”

Sandy shared some personal information about herself saying that she was a virgin when she and Andrew got married. Sandy admitted she and her husband were very active sexually although Andrew was her first and only sex partner before meeting Jacques. Sandy emphasized that Andrew was her first and only love and they were still madly in love with each other. Sandy wanted to make it clear that it was her compassion for Jacques that attracted her to him and offered sex, not love.

Wendy said, “You are a good woman, Sandy, and I can tell you did not intend to take Jacques for yourself. As his wife, you can understand how relieved that makes me feel.”

Before leaving, Wendy had one more thing on her mind. “This is awkward, Sandy, but I have to ask. You know that we have had sex parties with our swinger group so we are accustomed to being watched while having sex. Would you mind if I watch when you and Jacques have sex the next time?”

“Oh my God,” Sandy thought. It really blindsided her. “I don’t know Wendy. I’ve never done that and I would be so embarrassed.”

“Think about it. You might have been embarrassed the first time you were naked in front of a man but now you are probably comfortable with it. This is very much the same thing. You really forget about the other person in the room and concentrate on the love coming from your partner.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it, Wendy. Thanks so much for lunch,” and Sandy drove home with another perplexing question to resolve.

The truth is that Sandy couldn’t get the idea of being watched out of her mind. She went back to Lush to read voyeur stories and found most to be very erotic and stimulating. Most of them made her horny imagining she was the lady being watched. After awhile, Sandy simply decided there would be little harm in letting Wendy share in her husband’s joy. After all, Sandy reasoned, she had already contributed to their happiness. Including Wendy, her new friend, wasn’t much of a leap.

So it was arranged. Sandy and Jacques would have a spectator on Friday afternoon at his home. Sandy was beside herself with anticipation. She wanted to look spectacular for the event. Her legs and arms were shaved and most importantly, she had a freshly shaved pussy. She wore her best pearls and the French perfume they discovered years ago in Paris.

Friday afternoon couldn’t come quickly enough. Jacques greeted her at the door wearing a silk oriental kimono and no shoes. She was wearing an off the shoulder zippered dress with nothing underneath. Sandy knew she was not going to a prom but was there for sex. Wendy wore a halter top that wrapped around her neck that was just tight enough to show her protruding nipples.

Jacques and Sandy sat on the sofa with a bottle of wine and Wendy wheeled around the room serving delicious Asian treats. Wendy was the perfect hostess and when the wine began to take effect, Wendy pulled off her top and said, “Sandy, this is my way of saying we are in this together.”

Her tits were gorgeous. Sandy thought, if I ever had sex with a woman, this is what she should look like. Sandy guessed she was a 36D with dark nipples that were erect and hard. Jacques came over to her and gave her a deep kiss and fondled her breasts stopping to suck each nipple.

Instead of sitting back on the sofa next to Sandy, Jacques took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Wendy stayed to straighten up the living room.

“Sandy,” Jacques said, “Wendy left you a surprise in the bathroom. Try it on.”

Sandy found a transparent pink flimsy pullover that barely covered her ass. It might have been bought at Fredrick’s of Hollywood but certainly not Macy’s. It was so shear that when Sandy looked at herself in the mirror, every detail of her body was visible. It almost seemed silly to have anything on at all, yet it made her feel so incredibly sexy.

She demurely entered the bedroom with Jacques seated on the bed. She fingered her pearls with a shy provocative smile and did a pirouette to show off her exquisite body. He immediately stood up and wrapped his arms around her. “Sandy, you look ravishing and I’m the lucky man to ravish you.”

She undid the belt around his waist and opened his robe revealing the hard shaft that rubbed against her belly. She helped him out of the kimono and onto the bed. They laid together on silk sheets exploring each other’s bodies.

Jacques had his hands all over her tits while she held onto his cock but they both felt an overwhelming urgency to give and take erotic pleasures from each other. Sandy lowered her head between Jacques’ legs and positioned her lips to take Jacques into her throat. She gagged but never stopped taking him deeper with saliva slurping down his dick onto his balls. Sandy was at the threshold of deep throating Jacques’ massive cock.

Jacques turned so he could pleasure her with his lips and tongue and soon they were doing a sixty-nine with his head snuggled between her wide open legs. He could now lick her slippery slit and suck on a very inflamed clit while she continued to slurp on his engorged member.

Sandy had entered a state of ecstasy so powerful that there was space in her brain for only a singular thought. She had entered a fourth dimension, a trance, and could only think of Jacques driving his thick hard cock deep into her pussy.

She didn’t have to wait long. Jacques pulled the nightgown over her breasts and over the strand of pearls so that he could suck on her tits while he positioned himself to enter Sandy’s slut hole. “Hurry, Professor. I need you so badly. Fuck me. I need your fat dick inside me. Pleasure this slut.”

With that encouragement, he drilled into her cunt with the powerful strokes of a man half his age. Jacques had the energy of a thousand stallions.

At first she was in the missionary position until he turned her over and entered her on all fours. Next it was her turn to choose the position when she sat on him and rode him cowgirl, first forward, then backward.

She wanted him to cum into her when he was fully inside so she sat on the very edge of the bed with the nightgown covering her to the waist and her legs splayed apart. Professor Carter stood between her legs and plowed back into her with renewed energy until he stopped balls deep. Sandy began to feel his contractions. The professor unleashed a torrent of fluid with squirt after squirt of his aged cum filling her cunt to overflowing.

Grunt after grunt of pleasure came from Jacques’ throat, then he said, “You are such a tramp, Sandy, such a lovely beautiful tramp.”

Another voice said, “Turn this way, Sandy, so I can get a better view of my husband’s cum gushing out of your pussy.”

Sandy knew the voice was Wendy’s and hadn’t realized she was in the room. Sandy turned her pussy toward the sound of Wendy’s voice but her natural shyness kept her from looking at the woman who obviously had been watching. Sandy had agreed to be watched but it was hard to look back.

“Jacques, eat her out,” Wendy commanded. “She has such a lovely pussy and you left her with such a generous gift.”

Jacques followed his wife’s wishes and savored to the very last drop his jizz from Sandy’s cunt.

Sandy’s face was still flushed and she was even a little dazed when she raised her head from the bed to look directly into a camera lens. “Oh my God. What are you doing, Wendy?”

“My dear Sandy, you are so sweet and you fucked my husband so passionately I had to get it on camera. You are a fantastic whore, more than my most enviable thoughts had permitted me to imagine. Sandy, you are a slut just like I used to be.”

“But you never said you would be taking a video of us. You just said you wanted to watch.”

“You know dear, we all have our little fetishes. I’m an AV person so filming is what I do and you make me happy when I can capture your beautiful body fucking Jacques. I just felt it was me in the video, not you. Now we have recorded a precious moment that none of us will ever forget.”

“Jacques,” Sandy said in anger. “Did you know she was going to do this.”

“Well, not exactly,” Jacques replied calmly, “but Wendy loves her work so it isn’t surprising. Look, let’s calm down, take a shower and then watch the video and you can tell us what you think.”

It was four in the afternoon when the three of them sat down to watch the video. Sandy was now dressed and still seething about what she considered treachery. Professor Carter relaxed nude on the sofa while Wendy was still topless when she inserted the DVD.

The movie began with the sixty-nine scene. Sandy reached over to hold Jacques’ hand to help comfort her because she felt like Marie Antoinette going to the guillotine. He whispered, “It’s going to be alright, Sandy. You are a lovely woman.”

Then he reached over and touched her blushing, soft, child-like face and gave her a gentle reassuring kiss. “Look how beautiful you look, Sandy,” pointing at the TV. “Wendy is so good with the camera and it compliments your lovely body. Don’t you agree?”

Sandy said nothing but just watched. Now she was the one watching just as she had imagined being watched. The video, in fact, was nicely photographed and Sandy could feel herself getting wet again.

When she was jumping on Jacques’ cock in the video, Professor Carter also became aroused so he took Sandy’s hand and wrapped it around his growing erection. She didn’t object but just held him.

The reverse cowgirl was probably the most erotic scene when the camera captured her tits flopping followed by a close up of the dreamy expression on Sandy’s face. Sandy didn’t realize how totally into the moment she had been. It was as if Sandy had been transported into another place and time.

When the video showed the professor going down on her to suck out the juices between her legs, Jacques tenderly took Sandy’s head and lowered it to his lap. Wendy was watching them intently and said, “Suck him one more time. He needs something to get him through the weekend.”

Sandy couldn’t understand her emotions but she felt obligated and not strong enough to resist sucking him into a forceful orgasm. She tried to swallow it all but it just kept cumming and cumming and flowed over her lips. Wendy had the camera rolling but when she took a close-up of Sandy’s lips overflowing with cum, she put the camera down and scooted over to put her lips and tongue onto Sandy’s. They licked and kissed each other until all of the professor’s milky fluid was shared between the two women.

Sandy had no words for the excitement she felt while driving home. It was a mixture of emotions that included both intoxicating sex and guilt. Sandy marveled at how Jacques, a man of an advanced age, could perform even better than her much younger husband. She didn’t want to admit to herself that having someone taking a video of her having sex was incredibly erotic. She didn’t even want to admit she was a tramp. If she let herself admit it, she just might find herself fucking on camera again and she thought that would make her a whore, just like Wendy had said.

The next day, Saturday, Jacques’ e-mail included a link to several videos stored in Wendy’s iCloud account. He said Wendy was sending her the video of their afternoon together along with several other clips she thought Sandy would enjoy. He also asked if she remembered Tyler from the party. The professor wrote that Tyler was rather taken by her. Tyler asked if the three of them might have lunch together one of these days soon. Tyler had hinted that they might make a handsome threesome at the local motel after lunch. Jacques thought that would be fine with him but wanted to check with her. He wrote, “This might be fun if you’d like.”

Sandy replied with a thank you for the links but made no comment regarding Tyler. She was struck by the arrogance of Tyler’s suggestion. She was already feeling a little guilty for cheating but having sex with two men went way beyond her boundaries.

On Sunday afternoon when Andrew was watching football and the two girls were out with their boyfriends, Sandy watched the first link called, “Jacques and Sandy.” It included everything from their sixty-nine scene to the last sequence when she gave Jacques a blowjob on the sofa. Unfortunately, the kissing part between the women was not included.

The next video was called, “Saturday, 8/12/2011.” It was a clip from one of their swinger parties and showed in very explicit detail men sharing their woman and women sharing their men. This party was photographed before the accident and Sandy could see Wendy’s spectacular body while she fucked three gentlemen in different scenes. The sequence Sandy enjoyed the most was watching one woman with immense tits take on two men, one in the ass and one in her pussy. Sandy began wondering what it would feel like to have two men inside her at once.

Finally, “Friday, 10/21/2011,” was a video with a very young blond, college age, having sex with Jacques and Tyler. The two men pleasured themselves with her in every possible position and her shouts of joy told the story. The girl was enjoying every type of penetration and her orgasms came early and often. Sandy had to mute the sound for fear of Andrew becoming suspicious. In the climax, Jacques squirted in the girl’s mouth and Tyler filled her snatch with a mammoth load of his own.

During the editing process, Wendy had added a frame that said, “And a good time was had by all.”

Of course, Sandy recognized this as a not so subtle suggestion and it was working. Sandy was so aroused she replayed the threesome over and over again but this time with the help of her Hitachi Wand. God, what heavenly satisfaction she felt and thought this threesome idea might not be such a bad idea after all.

Sandy wrote the professor and said she would love to have lunch with him and Tyler. If all went well at the restaurant, she might accompany them to the motel but there were no guarantees. The lunch date was set for a week from Monday.

Sandy felt it was a good thing she had included an escape clause in the agreement in case her doubts reasserted themselves. But then disaster struck.

She received a message from Jacques on Thursday. Their lunch date had to be canceled. Wendy’s computer had been hacked and all of their videos were now easily available on the University network. Jacques apologized and said they think it was someone or someones in the IT department at the college. An investigation was underway. Anyway, he was concerned for his job and in a best case scenario, he would no longer be dean. The worst case would be that he would be forced into early retirement and Wendy would be asked to resign.

Sandy was understandably concerned to the point of being traumatized and tormented with fear. The worst case was that she would be recognized by people that knew her and Andrew. Even worse, Andrew might find out and their marriage would be at risk. She had to backtrack and be Andrew’s loving, slut wife again. Her feelings of guilt reverberated when remembering the cliché, “No good deeds go unpunished.” Maybe Camelot wasn’t so bad after all.

MILF Slut 3 (The Coupling)



Professor Carter and Sandy exchanged several more messages during the next two weeks and in one of them she confessed her name wasn’t ‘Donna’ but was Sandy. Professor Carter wrote back that there was no need to apologize and that he understood. He suggested they have lunch again on Monday afternoon at the same place and time.

Sandy agreed but this time she wore clothes that were more suggestive and showed off her ample breasts. The blouse she chose showed lots of cleavage especially with the push-up bra she wore.

The wine always helped Sandy relax so she felt more confident about asking Professor Carter more personal questions. Professor Carter told her he was wounded and captured in Vietnam. A beautiful young Vietnamese girl nursed him back to health. Her name was ‘Trinh’ or virgin girl. When the war was over, he brought her back to America as his wife, Wendy.

Sandy knew he was married but she didn’t know Wendy was Vietnamese and learned that his wife worked at the college in the Audio-Visual Department. She is a well known producer of educational films and she has experience behind the camera as well as editing. The sad part of the professor’s story was that Wendy was in a terrible auto accident several years ago and is a paraplegic from the waist down. Even with her handicap, Wendy continues to work at the university and is well respected.

Sandy felt so sad for him knowing of his wife’s situation.

Sandy told him more about her husband and how much they loved each other and then she confided in him. “You know Professor Carter, after you suggested that I write another story about a professor and his student or maybe a younger woman, I got to thinking about it so I checked out some stories on Lush. There isn’t anything that inspired me. I really don’t know how to start.”

“Yes,” he replied. “Getting started is always the hardest part sometimes giving an author ‘writer’s block’. I don’t know if this helps but in my case, you should know that I went to Lush Stories because my wife can no longer have sex so, of course, I haven’t had sex with a woman for a very long time. You might include that in your story.”

Sandy blushed feeling a deepening empathy for the professor.

The professor noticed Sandy’s discomfort. “Don’t let that concern you, Sandy. I mentioned my situation only as a possible way for you to launch into your story.”

Sandy was embarrassed and didn’t want to pry so the subject was dropped.

On her way home, tears welled up in her eyes thinking about his wife and feeling sympathetic toward the professor. She wondered what Andrew would do if she was handicapped in the same way. Of course he would seek another woman for sex and Sandy would easily understand. It wouldn’t be for love but for raw sex. So maybe it would be alright if she gave the professor a little romance to brighten his days.

Sandy and the professor met again for lunch but only after they had exchanged more intimate messages. She began the online conversation with her concerns for the professor regarding Wendy’s condition and how hard it must be for a man like Jacques to live without sex. He said that Lush helped when he read stories of other people having sex and he would often masturbate to get some relief. Professor Carter mentioned that he had written a few stories himself but he was too embarrassed to publish them. Sandy asked to read them so he sent them to her as attachments at her home e-mail address.

The professor’s stories were so loving and caring and the sex was only to demonstrate his affection for his wife, Wendy. Sandy cried when she read them and was convinced she needed to be thoughtfully proactive as a friend. Sandy wasn’t ready to fuck him but a blowjob might illuminate his day and that wouldn’t be exactly like cheating. Heck, it isn’t even having sex if you believe President Clinton.

She had a plan and again it started with how she dressed at the next luncheon date. This time the flimsy low cut blouse had no bra underneath and she wore a mini skit without panties. Sandy wanted the lunch to begin normally, as always, with wine and pasta and then she would begin to flirt. Sandy was very adept at flirting so it came naturally to her.

On the drive to the restaurant, Sandy was both nervous and excited. This was going to be something that was new and surprisingly erotic. Never did she imagine being sexually stimulated by a man other than Andrew, especially a man of Professor Carter’s age.

During lunch, the professor enjoyed the new Sandy and the attention she gave him. He said, “You know you need to change your avatar on Lush. Take a picture of you as you look today. The boys will go crazy over you.”

“Well professor, are you going crazy over me now?”

“Of course,” he said. “I wouldn’t be much of a man without noticing how lovely and sexy you look.”

“Thank you Professor.” she replied. “Look, after lunch, there’s something I want to show you but I left it in the car.”

After the bill was paid, they walked to her BMW and she asked him to get in. Sandy drove around for a few minutes before she parked the car in a secluded wooded area. She stopped the car and opened her blouse.

Sandy seductively bit her lower lip and purred, “Professor, this is what I wanted to show you. What do you think?”

“Oh Sandy. You are so lovely. I only dreamed of seeing your beautiful body.”

“If you don’t mind professor, I would like you to touch me.”

Professor Carter cupped her breasts feeling Sandy’s firm heavy breasts until she took his head down to her tits encouraging him to suck on her nipples. He had no trouble obliging. Her nipples responded immediately. Sandy felt the thrill of his touch when he moved his hand between her legs. She moved them apart and took his hand along her thigh reaching her pussy.

When his fingers entered her sizzling hot pussy, he said, “Oh Sandy, you are so wet in there; so fabulously, wonderfully, marvelously wet.”

She reached over to unzip his pants but she needed help releasing the bulging cock buried inside. He pulled it out for her and once it sprang free, Sandy was pleasantly surprised. She thought an older man like Professor Carter would have a hard time getting it up but his dick stood straight up out of his pants, hard, thick and long. In fact, the length of the professor’s dick startled her. Her plan was to give him a blow job but she could see she never could take him all the way down her throat.

Sandy gave the professor a tender caress on his cheek before taking hold of his rock hard staff. With one hand she had a firm grip around his meaty erection and with the other she fumbled inside his slacks to fondle his balls. Pre-cum was already oozing from his penis, so she began by licking it off his balloon-like tip. Sandy now had all of his manly parts exposed and her lips around his shaft. Slowly she took him in her mouth as far as she could without suffocating.

This wasn’t satisfying to her. Sandy’s arousal was too intense. She threw caution to the wind.

“Excuse me professor,” she whispered, “but I can’t do this the way I wanted. I just wanted to make you happy for a few minutes and now it has begun to be the opposite. You are making me so very filled with desire.”

With that she pounced on his pole driving it all of the way inside her. A man’s hard cock, no matter how huge, penetrating a woman in heat will meet little resistance and that is how it happened. It was only her second cock and she was enjoying every inch.

Sandy rode the professor yelling, “Fuck me Jacques, fuck me. I’ve waited so long for you to fuck me,” as wave after wave of mini-orgasms gave her the precious pleasures that she had only known from Andrew. That was the first time she had called him Jacques, so she wondered if it was too familiar. Under the circumstances, she thought not.

Professor Carter said nothing as Sandy rode him. She was still wearing her blouse that was wide open showing her tits dangling and flopping in front of his appreciative eyes. His grunts told her of his coming satisfaction.

With each stroke, the real Sandy was being released. She had become the ‘MILF Slut’ woman she imagined on Lush Stories. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks until the professor ejaculated a flood of his cock cream filling her cunt.

She just sat on him for a few minutes with her arms around his neck keeping his thick monster deep inside. Sandy had never felt a cock this large inside her and loved the feeling of his bigness filling her vagina. She never wanted to lose that feeling of fulfillment and contentment.

As the professor’s dick softened, she released him feeling his cum dribbling out. “Sandy,” he said, “we’ve made quite a mess here. I think we need to clean up,” so he gently brought her head to his lap to slurp up the fluids between his legs. When she had finished, he went down on her licking his own cum until her pussy was nearly clean. He surprised her once more when his tongue swirled inside her mouth sharing their exotic juices.

Sandy drove back to the restaurant in silence. When Professor Carter left the car, he simply asked, “Lunch again next week?”

“Sure Professor. Same time, same place?”

“Fine,” and he left without another word.