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  She found them quite easily even through my thin blouse. My puffy nipples were standing at attention, hard and bothered. I felt the sensation of the first pinch and my teeth clattered shut. The fleshy pad of her fingers pinched on the head of my nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and finger as if opening a peanut shell, not hard, just the right amount of pressure that pleased me so much. Perfect. So perfect. So sweet. She pinched them, kept rolling them between the tips of her fingers. They were being twisted and spun and turned and twisted and pulled and rubbed and rolled… and then she licked the middle of my pussy. She began splurgingly licking my folds, then her tongue found the smooth spot on top of my clit to skid on. My teeth instantly clanged down again, on top of each other hard, it raised my facial bone structure that framed around the edge-lines of my cheeks. My clit was a swollen heartbeat and my face heated up in bright red. I wanted her to stop before I died.

  She didn’t stop. She grabbed onto the flesh of my breast, butterfly flickered her tongue on my clit, groped my breast, squeezed my entire breast, pinched my nipples, stretched her tongue inside me, and squeezed my nipples. She buried her tongue, softened her lips against my folds. An unbearable desire stretched from my inner pink and jerked a tensed string in the hollow of my navel, immediately tightening my responsive nipples between her fingers. The sensation twiddled and nibbled and nipped the erection in my nipples- it was a sharp, running, prickly sensation in them. Pinging, pinging, at the sharp corner edges of my hardened knobs. It rattled me hard, deep down into my sensibility. I was losing my senses. I moaned insensibly, thickly, dying.

  “Arrggh, huh, huh.”

  She reacted to the sound of my moan, my sweet encouragement. She greedily widened her mouth and suctioned my clit into it. My pussy fluttered. A wild attack of asthma went straight in my pussy, my clit suffering severe hiccups and trauma. It wouldn’t stop jumping with all I tried. It was jumping, stiffening, clenching, jumping, visibly tugging itself tight for attention. An internal muscle was tightening the tug between my clit, my asshole, and my navel, as if they were all connected by a string. She felt the jump inside her mouth, on her tongue. I could see that she loved it, that she wanted more.

  I loved it more. My pussy forcefully squashed firmly into her mouth and kept pressing. The feel of it jumping against her soft, moist, pliable tongue. She held her tongue steady and pressed it back onto my clit and I braced encouragingly. Orgasmic winks rolled under my navel, swelling into one big grabbing pulse clawing deep in my cunt. I forced my clit harder against her tongue and humped it, fucking her face, grabbing her head and beginning to fuck her mouth wildly, my eyes closed, head thrown back. She twisted harder on my livened nipple. It was the perfect combination to throw my orgasm over the cliff.

  She started sucking my pussy as I mercilessly raped her tongue. Her juice-thirsty mouth sucked me greedily and wholly. And, ohh, so fucking sweet, so sweet, her mouth should not feel so damn good. Oh God, her mouth felt good on my pussy. It was almost too sweet, too powerful. All my senses began to rapture, my pussy throbbing, my eardrums swelling inside my ears, orgasm climbing fast, ripping through me, even the tiniest of veins inside me convulsed. I shook uncontrollably in her mouth, her body melting down. My entire pussy disappeared into her mouth and I died in heaven. My cum busted out of me. My legs went twisted, knock-kneed. I fell, eyes closed, fluttering, rolling back into my head, legs shaking, shaking, rattling.

  She wanted to keep me cumming as long as she could. She grabbed onto my ass cheek and pinned me forcibly in her mouth before I fell on her face again. Her fingers pressed hard into my ass cheek as she drained every last bit of cum out of my pussy into her mouth. Her groping of my ass felt too good. I tried to hump her tongue but I was too weak and fickle and destroyed. She took over from my humping waist and sucked on me with all her passion and soul and mind and body and tonsils and lungs. She was moaning passionately in my pussy as my warm cum flourished down my heated folds onto her tongue. She sucked the entire pint of cum out of me and swallowed tastily. My brain still thrashed but I thought, this fucking girl cannot be an apprentice. No flipping way. She kept stacking on rupturing pleasure with her mouth; she would not let up. She kept on sucking. I wasn’t sure if I would cum again or die first. Her thick moans transmitted a deathly sweet hum through my nervous, shaking body. She subsumed her thick tongue far down into my wetness as I exploded into ecstasy.

  “Oh dammmn! I’m cumming again! I’m cumming!”

  Oh God, Jessie was skilled.

  It was Paul’s hand that shook me out my dream.

  “Are you having a nightmare?”

  I snapped up, a bit confused as to where I was, “Huh? What’s that?”

  “Why are you twisting like that?”

  “Sorry I was having a dream?”

  “About Jessie?”

  My heart hitched. “Huh? What’s that?”

  “You kept calling Jessie’s name.”

  “Yeah, oh yeah, she was drowning in my dream and I was trying to save her,” I lied.

  I hopped out of the bed to wash my face and get myself together. My panties were soaked and forehead wet. I looked on the time on the wall. Within the next hour I should be up and off to work. My heart leapt just at the thought of going to office, seeing Jessie. What would things be like in the next couple of hours?

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  EXCERPT from – 3 MEN, 1 WOMAN, TOO BIG, ALL HOLES

  "Goodnight Mr. Saunders."

  It was about 9 in the night time when I shut the crowded binder and snatched my coat off the infirm stand by the door. Hitting the power off the lights and securing the lock behind me. I strolled down to the basement car parking lot. Half an hour or so later I was pulling my Honda into the parking lot of the exhibition spot that was just on the outskirts of the city. I head nod to the bulky security officer at the entrance. I was just about to inform him that I was there to assist Carlisa with her stands’ racks and other stuff that she needed to pack away when he simply signalled me with a bored gesture into the half empty room that the exhibition had been held.

  The exhibition obviously long done for the day, the room wasn’t very well light, most of the lights were off and inside I could hear the sounds of my quiet footsteps between the walls. Seem almost everyone was gone. I didn’t spot Clarisa anywhere, maybe she had already left I thought.

  I strolled by a few racks where they were enthusiastic exhibitioners balancing their cash and totalling their orders for the day. They shared crude jokes as they packed away their stuff into smaller used for storage that were behind each stand. The place was very large and it took me several minutes of searching before I actually found Carlisa's stand. Finally, I thought, now I can get to packing and go home.

  The area was dark and I wondered for a heartbeat of a moment if I were really too late and she had already finished up and went home without waiting on me. I held my head down and shook it, knowing she must be disappointed that I was a no-show. I really felt awful about it, so much so that I swore quietly to myself. I was just about to turn and leave when a strange shriek or grunt escaped from the small stock room.

  The door was somewhat ajar and I could see a dim light from within. As I stepped closer and closer towards the door, the noise got more audible. I recognised what it was, it was a voice. I recognised the voice. It was my wife’s.

  "Yes . . . Oh, ohh, yes! Yes! . . . Keep kissing me ... Arrggh … I'm about to cum."

  I totally flipped. What the fuck was going on?

  I didn't even think about it for a second, I just flung the door wide open and stormed inside.

  While storming inside all manner of evil had been speeding through my brain. I had a wild bust of emotions blot
ted my thinking, anger, hurt, pain, jealousy, total confusion. Every emotion battled for front position within my befuddled head. I didn't know what I was expecting to see, I was hoping to God my wife wasn’t fucking another man and right there, at the event, she wouldn’t.

  Lo and behold the scene my eyes caught when I charged into the room killed me dead in my tracks, my heart stop beating. Carlisa was sitting on a small wooden table set against one wall totally naked. And that wasn’t what had stopped my heart. It was what else that I had seen.

  Totally naked with her was a young man! And TWO others! Oh my God! Not just one young man fucking my beautiful wife in all her naked glory, but THREE young stud, all with hard looking muscles and heavily hung cocks. One was positioned on his knees between my wife's out stretched legs, his thick pink tongue loosely attached to my wife’s visibly swollen clit, while the other two naked studs were busily sucking, licking and tonguing all over her large, bouncy tits.

  She shrieked in devastating shock as her eyes met mine. The studs ceased sucking her breast and all four stared at me, bolts of astonishment on the guy's faces and a horrible state of terror on Carlisa's.

  "Really?! What the fuck is going on here?" I asked stupidly. It amazes me that no matter how intelligent you think you are, being thrown into a sight like this, all you can think of saying is the exceedingly obvious.

  "I . . . I . . .umm . . ." replied my wife, equally as stupid. . . To continue reading download a copy of this book Now – ***FREE*** for Kindle Unlimited users and Prime Members.

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  3 MEN, 1 WOMAN, TOO BIG, ALL HOLES

  "Well, if you hate the thought of me being home late again, you could always come along and help me for once." said Carlisa with stripes of knots in her forehead.

  "Really now dear? Hell to the no!" I responded to my thick bodied wife, "You know that I'm completely drained after I leave the office, as enticing as helping you with your trade fair exhibition might sound, I’ll pass."

  Our breakfast was spent in relative silence; apart from polite requests to pass the sugar or ketchup. This is nothing new, my wife usually throw this on me when I least expect it. Even if I did wanted to help, not that I did, my schedule for the day was crammed. I had meetings all day straight up until six in the evening.

  The only thing I wanted to do after work was to eat and drop into a deep river of sleep in front of tonight’s baseball game on ESPN.

  After breakfast, I got a quick peck of a kiss as we went in our separate vehicles for the gruelling morning traffic.

  Sitting in the almost stagnant bumper to bumper traffic on the highway to work, I lazily listened to the music in the car, and loiteringly thought how unconscionable I believed Carlisa was. Ever since she ventured into her own little start-up three months before now, all she does is work, work, work, all and sundry is always about her job. Nowadays I barely see her at home, not to mention our sex-life had more than just lessen, it was practically dead.

  This damn trade show was just the icing on the cake if you ask me. Admittedly, I was beginning to feel, neglected, as if I was pushed aside or maybe to the back of her life. So much so that we have went from having sex at least thrice a week to not having sex within the last two months.

  Meetings on top of meetings all day and it seemed as if things would never end. The boring meetings only helped to worsen my low spirits. I was working on a file with my head buried in the computer, my fingers hurrying away to finish before the next meeting at four. There was a soft knock at the office door. Elsie, my secretary, sauntered in.

  "Sir, your four o’clock has just called and cancelled. He wanted to re-schedule for tomorrow at one, I double-checked your schedule and you’ll be in a meeting with Claritin & Sons at that time, but you could do Wednesday at three - Should I finalise that for you sir?"

  I took my head out the computer and smiled at Elsie.

  "Sure Elsie, that's a go."

  I observed her as she turned and left. Elsie was only twenty-one but extremely efficient. She also sported a killer body, small waist, long legs, round hips, full breasts and wore very little to conceal it. Today was no exception whatsoever. She was wearing a short grey pin-striped mini skirt that was definitely not suitable for the office, but as it afforded me a lovely onlook of her long smooth tanned legs and a hint at her tight little butt, I allowed it. Her blouse was thin white silk and a hint of her bra could be seen, those firm full breasts encased in a half-cut bra, bounced and swayed tantalisingly as she strutted. Every time she came into my office these days, I’m left with an erection, rock hard and paining.

  Trying to rid the image of Elsie's tits out of my mind, I realised that, with my last meeting cancelled, I’d be able to leave the office earlier than I had planned. For a short while, I toyed with the idea of asking Elsie if she would like to join me for a drink or something, but then thought better of it. I didn’t want to cheat on my wife.

  Or better yet, why the heck would she want to be seen out with an old guy like me for? Anyway, I thought it through, if I could manage to finish this file in the next thirty minutes then I could surprise Clarisa at the exhibition and help her pack up quickly. Then we just might have a little time for a romantic meal at a restaurant before heading back to the house. That may just be what the doctor ordered to put her back in the mood for a little loving later on. The thought of fucking her tonight not only turned me on, but it let me realised how much I miss her. Terribly.

  It took a little over thirty minutes to finish up with the file.

  "It's after five now, Mr. Saunders," said Elsie as she entered through into my office, her cardigan already drawn on over her work attire. "Okay if I go now, or do you still need me for something else?"

  I could not prevent the lust. Lust filled me up and surged through and through my body. Rip that tight skirt over her round little romp, bend her over my desk and fuck her hard. The urge I had to ask my voluptuous secretary to strip her inappropriate clothes off and let me fill her sweet pussy with my raging erection, was almost too much – too fucking much. But I fought it.

  "No, that's ok Elsie. See ya in the a.m."

  "Goodnight Mr. Saunders."

  It was about 9 in the night time when I shut the crowded binder and snatched my coat off the infirm stand by the door. Hitting the power off the lights and securing the lock behind me. I strolled down to the basement car parking lot. Half an hour or so later I was pulling my Honda into the parking lot of the exhibition spot that was just on the outskirts of the city. I head nod to the bulky security officer at the entrance. I was just about to inform him that I was there to assist Carlisa with her stands’ racks and other stuff that she needed to pack away when he simply signalled me with a bored gesture into the half empty room that the exhibition had been held.

  The exhibition obviously long done for the day, the room wasn’t very well light, most of the lights were off and inside I could hear the sounds of my quiet footsteps between the walls. Seem almost everyone was gone. I didn’t spot Clarisa anywhere, maybe she had already left I t
hought.

  I strolled by a few racks where they were enthusiastic exhibitioners balancing their cash and totalling their orders for the day. They shared crude jokes as they packed away their stuff into smaller used for storage that were behind each stand. The place was very large and it took me several minutes of searching before I actually found Carlisa's stand. Finally, I thought, now I can get to packing and go home.

  The area was dark and I wondered for a heartbeat of a moment if I were really too late and she had already finished up and went home without waiting on me. I held my head down and shook it, knowing she must be disappointed that I was a no-show. I really felt awful about it, so much so that I swore quietly to myself. I was just about to turn and leave when a strange shriek or grunt escaped from the small stock room.

  The door was somewhat ajar and I could see a dim light from within. As I stepped closer and closer towards the door, the noise got more audible. I recognised what it was, it was a voice. I recognised the voice. It was my wife’s.

  "Yes . . . Oh, ohh, yes! Yes! . . . Keep kissing me ... Arrggh … I'm about to cum."