by Vallen Green
He manipulated her mound with fingers, making her more responsive. From time to time, he runs his tongue on his clit and she moans even louder. His fingers were soaking wet when he pulled the. He licked each one clean.
Mr. Boor held his huge cock and used it to rub Anna Marie’s clit. The head of his cock was covered with slick clear fluids which rubbed on her flesh like heaven. The silky fluids are a lot now and it is fairly easy for his cock to glide. He probed her entrance and felt for her vagina. She was beyond control now, pushing herself to his rod. “Take me, Mr. Boor. Take me.”
He pushed his hardness inside her, rubbing it against her intimate folds. Anna Marie dug her nails on his back and whispered sweet moans in his ear. She gasped as a tearing pain ripped inside her. The pain quickly subsided and replaced by wild wicked pleasure.
He was so thick and he filled her wonderfully. Mr. Boor closed his eyes to luxuriate further in her tightness. He pulled in and out of her and she arched her body in response. His rod rubbed her in all the right places and he hardened even more while inside her.
Mr. Boor pulled his cock almost completely then plunged deep inside her, without pause. He moved seductively inside her loving how tight she is. His butt rise and fell again and again. Without warning, he licked her neck, filling her skin with saliva. They kissed again, their breaths and moans mingling with each other. His hand grasped her breasts and moulded them with his hands. It was all too much for her but she’s not ready to stop just yet.
Mr. Boor fucked her without restraint, and for the first time, she was able to experience how it’s like to be loved by a man. Her hips were like a love machine, wanting to be taken by this very fierce man. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” With that, Mr. Boor exploded inside her. That was just amazing. Seconds after, her own orgasm came full blast, melting away every sense she has.
He kissed her as she came and soothed her back. They collapsed on each other’s arms, both of them breathless.
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When she slept that night, she had vivid dreams of what took place a few hours ago. She thought about Mr. Boor’s sweet thrusting and she almost moaned as she remembered all the sensations. She woke up feeling like a new person entirely.
While Anna Marie thought this would be just a one time thing between then, Mr. Boor actually wanted her more than that. When Mrs. Boor returned and Anna Marie was able to go back home, she spied on them. The micro camera she set up has the perfect angle, making her have a good view of what’s going on in their bedroom.
July 16
Mrs. Boor came from the bathroom wearing nothing but a flimsy night gown. She hopped on the bed, where her husband was and the scene began. The straps of her gown fell nicely on her shoulders and Mr. Boor kissed her arms. They met, their lips hungry for each other, Mrs. Boors tongue licking her husband’s body over and over.
He caught her breasts and made them jiggle with his hands. He ran his fingers on her collarbone as he massaged her tits. He took the nasty clothing off and devoured her, his hands on her butt. His cock rose to life as she pushed herself against him. He sat her astride his lap and fucked her that way, her legs wrapped all over his waist. He pushed himself inside her and she moaned sweetly, grabbing his shoulders while moving her hips at the same time. Mrs. Boor’s moans filled the entire room, making Anna Marie so wet. Lucky bitch.
July 18
While she was dressing up, Mr. Boor slowly raised the hem of his wife’s skirt and rubbed her thighs. She was wearing no underwear on and Mr. Boor’s hands fondled her, she sighed at the unexpected touch and allowed him to finger her pussy over and over. “Oh, baby...”
Anna Marie’s hands were going wild while watching. She slowly unzipped her jeans and played with her already slick pussy. Her panties are damp from her own secretions. She spread her legs and inserted her finger inside her and screwed herself as Mr. Boor went on feasting on his wife’s mauve flesh. She was delirious with desire and imagined it was Mr. Boor’s cock gliding over her pussy. She manipulated herself almost close to frenzy and her orgasm was simply----WOW.
July 19
The couple went inside the room giggling. Mr. Boor poured himself a glass of brandy while Mrs. Boor undid her wrap around dress. She revealed her black teddy and garters, everything was almost see-through. As Mr. Boor sat and watched, she danced to a sultry hip music, her butt round and flawless almost kissing his face. She took a bottle of water and poured the contents on her head. The water cascaded on her body, making her breasts and pussy a lot more visible as she danced exotically.
She flipped her hair seductively as her hips moved to the rhythm. She rubbed her body of his knees and startled him afterwards. She danced while there, her body moving in an ancient rhythm that made him dip his lips to kiss her. She sucked his lips and wrapped her arms around him and in seconds they are wrapped in each other. He carried her on the bed and tossed her gently. He removed his pants and revealed his glorious cock. She sat provocatively and put his dick inside her mouth. Mr. Boor moaned then and grabbed her head. He increased the rhythm, their shadows mirroring their movements. Mr. Boor fucked her mouth with no mercy, until all her saliva dripped down. He came all over her breasts. Anna Marie found it very hard to sleep that night.
The next weekend, she came back to babysit again. When the doorbell rang, it was Mr. Boor who greeted Anna Marie at the door. He treated her the very same way he did when he first met her---casual, slightly standoffish and without too much interest. However, while they were climbing up the stairs, he grabbed her ass and pushed her behind a hidden corner and lifted the hem of her skirt. He kissed her knees and massaged her butt. Then he quickly moved away like nothing happened.
That evening, Mrs. Boor sent for her and she went to see her in the master’s bedroom. “How have you been, Anna Marie? Did my husband treat you well while I was gone?”
“I’m sorry. What?”
“I know that you’ve been fooling around with my husband. I’ve known him to have fucked all of our babysitters. I don’t think he missed out on you.”
Mrs. Boor was seating in front of her vanity wearing a robe. She stood up and faced Anna Marie. She touched her chin and ran her fingers on her lips. Anna Marie couldn’t quite believe that she is suddenly wet.
Anna Marie found it hard to move. She was not able to say anything at all. Mrs. Boor has the same height as her, and still looks really hot. She smells amazing---like a combo of incense, chocolate and dark berries. She moved even closer to her and held her waist, her lips planting light kisses on her neck. It should have felt weird for Anna Marie. Instead, she felt incredibly hot.
Mrs. Boor started kissing her lips, making Anna Marie confused as to what she should be feeling. She closed her wyes and remained unresponsive for a while, fighting the urge to kiss her back. Okay, so she fucked her husband. She’s not about to get fucked by her. Not in the same room. She remained frozen in place, until Mrs. Boors arms went all around her body. She removed her terry cloth robe and revealed her lean body clad only in a purple pair of underwear. She has the body of a twenty year old and it made Anna Marie a little more self conscious.
She licked Anna Marie’s jaw and gently pulled her hair so she can reach her better. She kissed her seductively, while her hand snaked down the curve of Anna Marie’s breast. She steadily held her and fondled her as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Her hand felt cold and clammy as she touched Anna Marie but it found warmth when she started squeezing her breasts. Her other hand went all the way down to Anna Marie’s waist. She rubbed her skin gently, making Anna Marie shiver with anticipation.
Anna Marie opened her eyes and fed her curiosity by touching Mrs. Boor just the same. Her breasts were very full and her curves are to die for. She reached for the front of her panties and discovered that her boss is already wet, as there’s a small wet spot on her purple underwear. Anna Marie slid her hand inside the leg band of her panties and tickled her clit. Mrs. Boor was so slick and wet and now moaning loudly.
Anna Mari
e dipped her finger in Mrs. Boor’s honey like goodness and moved her finger provocatively in and out...in and out. Mrs. Boor pushed herself against Anna Marie’s body and led her to the bed. Mrs. Boor lay there in the middle and looked at Anna Marie with lustful eyes. She spread her legs wide, showcasing her lean thighs and flat stomach. She was all too delectable.
Anna Marie removed her boss’s underwear and started licking her thighs. Mrs. Boor’s head is tossing and turning now and her hips and rising to meet Anna Marie’s tongue. She moved slowly up and focused on her already wet cunt. She smelled so warm and inviting. She licked the tiny exposed knob in the middle of her freshly waxed pussy and nibbled it with her lips. Ooohs and aaahhhs escaped Mrs. Boor’s lips. Anna Marie is feeling so wet herself. She had no idea that licking another woman was as heavenly as being licked. She pushed her nose against her labia and made flicking movements with her tongue. Mrs. Boor gripped her head and pushed her even closer to her. Her boss’s aroused smell made her all the more excited and continued giving her wet licks and kisses that drove the woman close to insanity.
“Spread your legs wide!” Anna Marie commanded and Mrs. Boor made a wide V with her long lean legs. Anna Marie was able to plunge her tongue a lot better with this position and she smiled to herself as Mrs. Boor’s clear pussy fluids came out like flood. She licked the water like liquid and licked her even further, making the other woman moan even more.
At that instant, the bathroom door opened and there was Mr. Boor standing and watching them. She saw her wife lying on the bed and being licked by the babysitter.
“Change places.” He said, his voice startling the two. Anna Marie gasped and Mrs. Boor eyed her husband almost bitterly. “I was so close to coming you bastard!” She hissed.
“I know, Love. Let me make it up to you. But not until I see you lick her.”
Anna Marie took her place on the centre of the bed and Mrs. Boor undid her pants. She fingered her wet panties and licked her through it, driving Anna Marie wilder. “Oh my God! Ooohhh...goodness.” She moaned sweetly as her female boss licked her through her panties. Mrs. Boor inserted two fingers inside her and the young woman moaned even louder. Mr. Boor was practically salivating. She wanted to lick the babysitter’s cunt as well, remembering what she tastes like. Instead, he watched the two women, his wife’s ass winking at him invitingly.
He watched as her wife touched Anna Marie’s peach-like breasts and he felt himself bulging inside his pants. He unbuttoned his khaki shorts and released his now glistening member and held it tight. Damn all women!
His wife removed the barrier between her and the babysitter’s cunt and placed her legs on her shoulders. Her tongue moved slowly at first, testing her. Anna Marie groaned and moaned and arched her back as his wife tongue-fucked her to perfection. Mrs. Boor imagined how she liked to be licked---firmly and slowly and without hurry.
He went towards her wife, and gripped her ass. He knew he loves it when he licks her from under. He positioned her head so that her cunt was above his mouth and he started using the tip of his tongue to tickle her pussy. “Oh,babe...” was all that she was able to say and her juices mingled with his saliva. Her wife smelled like cinnamon down there---like pumpkin pie. He licked her again and again until she was moving her hips like crazy. Before she even get a chance to climax, he stood up and gripped her ass again, this time massaging it gently, prepping it for some serious fucking.
He moved his cock gently inside her, taking some time to warm her up. He knew she was dripping wet and ready for him, but his wife is a bit sensitive and he didn’t want to hurt her. She was moaning again as his cockhead found her entrance and slid almost effortlessly inside her. His wife was on all fours and he was able to pull in and out of her while standing.
Anna Marie was in so much frenzy now as his wife licked her full force. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts and he fingered her clit to increase the sensations. The three of them were linked together in the most intimate way. He pushed in and out of his wife’s pussy, thinking about doing this again and again and again...
Vicky Wants More
Vicky Morris had always considered herself sort of a prude when it comes to the opposite sex. She was twenty-one years old but had never had an official boyfriend. Well, there were the boys she made out and petted heavily with—and sometimes went to bed with—in parties where she had too much to drink and stuff, but she didn’t think those counted. All those boys were simply after her body, which she had to admit was pretty spectacular for a prude.
She was of medium height, not too tall that boys would feel like midgets next to her but not too short either that boys would feel like they were with a midget next to her. Her hair ran past her shoulders and up to her elbows. She had dark-brown hair, something she used to consider a blessing because it made her stand out among a sea of blondes in high school. Now that she was in college, though, her hair had become sort of like a curse. There were too many brunettes at the college she attended. She felt like she looked like everyone else, and that wasn’t a good thing for someone who was intent on snagging a boy and a college romance at that. She had thought about dyeing her hair blonde but thought against it. She just didn’t have enough guts.
Vicky’s hair may be plain, but her body was far from plain. She was built like an hourglass: shoulders and hips in matching width, waist as curvy and tiny as a waist can be, boobs not too big like Leslie Taint’s—the campus crush—but upright and perky enough to attract the needed male attention. Her tush was firm and toned, but in terms of size, it was an ordinary-looking tush.
She knew she had the looks. Her friends had been telling her so. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe them. She knew enough when she looked in the mirror that she was more attractive than most girls she saw. Her beauty wasn’t the type that would make heads turn. Her beauty was the type that would make one take a second look and then another before the looker would realize they were looking at something spectacular. Vicky wore glasses, something she figured concealed her looks some more. She didn’t mind, though. She had the worst eyesight, and contact lenses irritated her. It was glasses for Vicky Morris. While she thought her spectacles put a damper on her looks, the boys thought the opposite. A chick in glasses was hot for most members of the opposite sex. In the days that followed, Vicky mused her eyeglasses may have had something to do with the events that took place between her and Mr. Russell.
Mr. Ned Russell was one of her babysitting bosses, the other being Mrs. Arlene Russell, his wife. Vicky, for two months and running now, had been babysitting Sabrina Russell, the couple’s daughter and only child. Vicky and Sabrina had hit off right away, and the child looked forward to the babysitting sessions, which took place on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Mrs. Russell’s work was something that involved travel. Thus, she was always out of the house, and it was mostly Mr. Russell who took care of Sabrina. His work involved something big too—Vicky guessed it had something to do with banking—but he didn’t have to go out and travel as much as his wife. Vicky babysat on the three said days every week since Mr. Russell had to stay out late on those days. She didn’t mind since her classes at the college took place only on mornings, and she had her afternoons off. Babysitting also meant spare cash, something Vicky certainly didn’t mind.
She had been drawn to Mr. Russell the first time she had laid her eyes on him. Mr. Russell was a tall man, a towering figure to his wife’s petite feminine frame. He was the typical all-American husband portrayed in most family-related ads. His hair was blond. His eyes were blue. His skin was fair and unbelievably creamy for a man’s. His shoulders were broad, and he had an athletic air about him. His waist was trim, and his hips were slim. He didn’t have washboard abs, but his stomach was still decently flat. She wasn’t surprised. The Russells were a young family. Vicky figured husband and wife were in their late thirties, but she didn’t get to confirm this fact.
Mrs. Russell was the ideal contrast to her husband’s almost-blinding fairness. She had j
et-black hair that looked startling against her plaster-white skin. Her eyes were of a dark brown; they were so dark they were almost black. Her lips were rosy pink and looked lush. While her husband had an imposing frame, Mrs. Russell looked frail enough to break. She wasn’t very short, but she was petite and gentle looking. Her shoulders were narrow and as wide as her hips. She was thin, but she wasn’t curvy. Aside from her breasts, which hinted of motherhood, she could have been someone who was fresh out of college.
Vicky didn’t think of Mrs. Russell as beautiful, but she was certainly very striking. Also, it was plain to see Mr. Russell was head-over-heels in love with his wife. They were always so sweet together, always looking out for each other and making sure the other’s needs were met first before he/she dealt with his/her own. Vicky figured Mr. Russell may have been something of a playboy back in the days when he was single and free, but he sure didn’t fit into that bill now, not with his attractive doting wife around to give him all his needs and wants.
Yes, all his needs and wants, all right, as Vicky discovered one day.
It was a typical babysitting session for Vicky. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for her. She and Sabrina played for a bit, but Saab got tired after a while and said she wanted to take a nap. Vicky agreed of course and immediately put Saab to sleep, which was an easy feat since the child almost drifted off to Dreamland right away the second her head hit the pillow.