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"Yeah, we haven't even had any fun yet," Grace whines back with a sad but playful expression.
"Don't worry ladies, I've got a lot of flight left in me." Tom reassures them. "But please, get me out of this chair so I can get my hands on you."
Aimee gets up from the floor and goes around to untie Tom from the chair. The minute his hands are free, he lunges at Grace, picking her up off the floor and devouring her with his mouth. "You're absolutely amazing, Grace," he whispers in her ear. He carries her over to the pull-out sofa and lays her down on the bed. He kisses softly down her neck and shoulders and pulls down her bra straps with his teeth. His left hand picks up her heads and holds it while his other hand effortlessly unclasps her bra. He pulls the bra off and her breasts tumble out. He cups them with both hands, pinching her nipples, massaging and kissing them.
"I want you so bad, Tom," Grace whimpers. He lifts his head and stares into her eyes and presses his mouth to hers. He can feel himself getting hard again from her need for him. He feels nails on his back and realizes its Aimee.
"Let me help you," Aimee whispers to Tom. Her nails run down his back and stop at his butt. She brings her hands around his waist and slowly tugs off Grace's panties. The instant the underwear come off, Tom is rock solid from the feeling of Grace's dripping wet pussy against his cock. Grace can feel it to, but she flips Tom over and gets on top of him. She is kneeling over his lap, his rock solid member resting at her yearning opening. He can see Aimee behind her, squirting something on her hands and rubbing them together. Then she comes over and begins to run her hands over Grace's back and breasts.
"This is what I want," Grace demands. "I want you to fuck me while she massages me
." Before Tom can even respond to Grace's request, she pushes herself down onto Tom and his dick slides all the way into her tight pussy. She begins to move her hips in circles while Aimee plays with her full breasts, which are now glistening with lube. "Oh yes! Yes!" Grace screams out as she starts to bounce on his cock. Aimee's hands on Grace's back and shoulders fondle her and hold her down, forcing his cock as deep as it will go. Tom is so amazed by the sight that he's surprised when he hears Grace saying, "I'm coming Tom! Please, don't stop!" Aimee pinches her nipples and Grace's orgasm rocks her body. She collapses onto Tom and he lays back with her on top of him. Aimee walks away and goes into her bag. Tom sees her pull something black out and start putting it on. Grace is panting but sits up and says, "My next request: I want you to fuck my mouth while my bitch fucks me in my other two holes."
Tom is sitting with his mouth open when he realizes Aimee is wearing a harness with a bright blue double headed dildo attached to it. "I want to fuck your mouth with she fucks your pussy and ass. I want to watch you get fucked by another woman." Tom replies. Grace leans over Tom and kisses him. He grabs her ass and pulls her close to him as he kisses her mouth. Aimee comes over and to Tom's surprise, she pulls Grace forcefully up and plants a hard kiss on her mouth. She then pushes her face away and spins Grace around to face Tom.
"Are you ready for me?" Aimee asks in her ear. Graces nods with a smile and Aimee bends her in half so she is open for her dicks. Aimee comes up behind Grace. She runs her hands over her ass and slaps her hard. Grace bites her lip so keep from crying out but Tom knows she likes it. Aimee grabs Grace's hips and presses the dildo to her pussy and ass. She grabs the lube and squirts some on the dildo and slowly pushes herself into Grace.
"Oh yeah, baby. Just like that." Aimee starts slowly, working her holes and closing her eyes in pleasure as the G-spot stimulator works Aimee in all the right places. "Give me your cock, Tom," Grace moans. Tom scoots forward on the bed and places a pillow underneath his hips to raise his nether regions to meet her mouth. She takes him all the way in her mouth and moans, sending shivers from his toes up to his head. He grabs Grace's hair and plays with it, pulling her up and then pushing her back down.
Aimee works Grace from behind and Grace works Tom from the front. After only a few minutes of fucking, Aimee slaps Grace's ass again and cries out in orgasm. The pumping of the dildo stops and Grace screams back at her. "Don't you dare stop, bitch! I'm so close!" With that, Aimee rams into Grace, causing her to scream out. Tom watches as Grace and Aimee orgasm together. Tom grabs Grace's hair and starts thrusting into Grace's mouth because he knows he is close. Grace moans on his cock again and with that, Tom's body shutters and he releases his second load deep into Grace's throat. She swallows every drop. Aimee pulls out of Grace and Grace lets Tom's dick out of her mouth. She smiles and crawls up on the bed and lies down next to Tom. Aimee takes off the harness and curls up under Tom's other arm. The three lay in a pile of naked bliss in front of the fire.
"Thank you, Grace," Tom whispers as he places a light kiss on her forehead. Grace just smiles and snuggles a little bit closer to him as they all breathe deeply and drift off into sleep.
The End.
All The Guys Like Her
I've often heard the expression, referencing a woman, that "all the guys like her". Normally this was made in the context of a fun woman who liked to talk sports, drink beer, and tell bawdy jokes. It took on new meaning for me last year.
I'm Scott. I got a job in Philly right out of college, when I was 22, in a male dominated profession, with almost no women in the workplace. I didn't know anyone in the area, and I should have done more research before finding a place to live because there were few social people near the apartment I got; especially no good female prospects. I am not normally too picky about women -- I love them of all ages, hair color, and bust size. However I seem to like small breasted 50-60 year olds or 18-19 year olds (I've never figured that one out) better than others.
I wasn't getting any ass, and was complaining to one of my older co-workers, Dave, about it one day. He asked what type of women I liked, and when I told him, his eyes lit up -- but he said nothing. A couple of days later, he graciously invited me over to his house in Springfield, PA, for dinner on Sunday, which I gratefully accepted.
When I got to his house, there were several other people there, including a couple of single women, and Dave's wife. I thought he might be trying to fix me up with one of the single women, but Dave's wife Jo caught my attention. She was probably, like Dave, in her late 50s or early 60s, slim with small tits, and dressed to show off her skinny waist, awesome ass, and sculptured thighs. Definitely an MILF! She also had a real nice smile, and a flirtatious manner.
To my surprise Dave didn't sit me next to one of the other women at dinner, but between Jo and another guy. I spent most of the dinner bantering with Jo, who laughed more at my jokes than she should have, and me at hers. Since I was right next to her -- and looking -- I was sure she had no bra or panties, just a sun dress; and when she put her hand on my knee I thought "Holy shit, a femme fatale!" [By the way the meal Jo prepared was great.]
As I was leaving and profusely thanking the host and hostess, Jo gave me a hug and a short kiss on the lips; and I could swear she dragged her hand over my crotch on purpose when she broke away. My brainless little friend sure recognized it -- he had been half hard all dinner but embarrassingly now gave a full military salute. Fortunately I had some papers Dave had given me and was able to cover him up.
I went home and immediately spanked the monkey thinking about all the things I would like to do to Jo. I got little sleep that night, but vowed to put my co-worker's wife out of my mind the next morning.
About Wednesday of the next week, Dave asked me if I would like to go to a Phillies baseball game that Friday night. I said "sure", thinking a bunch of guys were going. When I met him to go, it was just him, another guy in the office, Bill, and -- Jo. I was both thrilled and apprehensive that she was going with us. Both emotions were amplified when Dave sat me and Jo in the back seat, with Bill and him up front, as we drove to the game.
Bill and Dave seemed lost in talk of baseball statistics as we drove to the game. My conversation with Jo started out about baseball, and then moved to light hearted banter, like at dinner. It then - uncomfortably -- progressed to sex. I had to cover my crotch with my baseball cap to at least mitigate the embarrassment somewhat, and thankfully before the conversation got too graphic we arrived at Citizen's Bank ballpark.
I was trying to think about baseball rather than fucking Jo but again Dave sat me next to her, on my left, with Bill next to me and Dave next to Bill. During the entire game, Jo was flashing me -- she had on a short sundress and, again, no bra or panties. I tried not to look, but got glimpses of her little shaved cunt on several occasions. Even though it had gotten dark, I put on wrap-around sun glasses, so I hoped I wasn't too obvious. She gave me a big smile each time she suspected I saw the kitty. I was starting to sweat.
At the time of the 7th inning stretch, Dave and Bill excused themselves, and made it known they wouldn't be back for awhile. The section we were in was mostly older people, no children, and a fair percentage of the fans were drunk and most were concentrating hard on the tight game (3-2 Phillies lead). Dave and Bill couldn't have been halfway up the stairs when Jo grabbed my right hand, caressed it awhile, and then held it on her bare right thigh as she was ostensibly watching the game and cheering. I was conflicted. Her thigh felt great but I wondered what Dave would say.
After a few minutes of my mind swirling while my hand was on Jo's thigh she whispered to me
"Scott, I've got an itch. Could you lightly scratch it for me?"
"Uh, Sure" I stammered. "Where is it?" [I am so naive.]
With that she led my hand under her dress, along her thigh, to her crotch. If I was conflicted before, now my mind was in a full fledged game of ping-pong! Bad Scott apparently aced good Scott out and I stuck my middle finger in her moist tight little pussy. Jo got a small mind-twistingly seductive smile on her face and cooed:
"Yes, right there."
