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"Goddess."
She opened her eyes, smiled at him and then lay back against Sams legs, pulling his rigid cock against the walls of her pussy. She reached up and took Carmine's cock in her hand and guided it back to her mouth, sucking and licking him further into a place he had not yet been. Carmine reached down with his long muscular arm between her legs, and rubbed her clit tenderly. She sucked harder, moved faster along the base of his cock. Then he caught her by surprise and open hand slapped her pussy, almost like a spanking. A sharp pain shot through her and then tremendous pleasure. She gasped and looked up open mouthed at Carmine's dizzying eyes. He spanked her pussy again, the rubbed it softly, teasing it.
He pushed her back to her original position and watched the gratitude spread across Sam's face.
"Fausto...darselos." He commanded.
Faustino smiled broadly and scooted forward to her face. His ball hung above Sam's nose and he watched his beautiful girlfriend open her mouth and let the dark cock slide inside. Sam began to pound her furiously, slamming into her pussy again. He yearned for her to show him the attention he craved. Faustino spoke softly to her, whispering lyrics of spanish like a lullaby, encouraging her perfect lips and tongue to continue their affections on his cock. Sam worked harder, moving his hands over her body, his mouth kissing every inch of skin he could, finding any small glimmers of sweat and planting his mouth over it. She had two cocks tantalizing her and she ached for him, ached for Carmine. Faustino's cock was down her throat so deep, Sam's a ram-rod against her dripping cunt and her body was trembling from pleasure but she could not come to an orgasm. Now, she knew. She knew what he was doing. Carmine allowed her to be manhandled, fucked and pounded by these two magnificent men after he had brought her to the brink of a climax all by himself, one that rumbled in her deeper than she had ever felt before, and yet, now, with these two men, orgasm eluded her. She fucked Sam back, hard, urging herself on to an orgasm that she knew was out of her reach. She gripped Faustino's hips and pulled him to her. He obliged, taking his cock out only to allow her to suck on his balls. Had she never known Carmine, never felt his body, his powerful arms and chest, never felt him inside her, she would have cum several time by now.
She felt a hand on her ass. It felt so big, his fingers curling across her cheeks and almost touching her back. Her heart quickened, blood began to boil and course through her veins with an adrenaline that seemed to light her skin on fire. A second hand found her other cheek and both squeezed gently. She moaned for him to continue. She bounced her cheeks on Sam, reached back with one hand and pulled herself apart, spreading her ass for him. She felt his thumb push against her hole and circle it slowly. She moaned for him again, gurgling on the cock stopping the sound. Carmine crawled on the table, stood above her, straddling her hips. He bent his knees and aimed his cock for her little ass.
"Yes...yes...please, please, Carmine...I need it...I need you...I need your cock...please fuck me. I'll do whatever you want...I'll be whatever you want me to be..." He pushed his cock inside, slowly, allowing her to moan deeply.
"Baby, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I will fuck you like you need me to, and treat your little body like my own little slut." He pushed farther in, half way, and kneaded her ass. Sam could feel the size of the cock pushing against the vaginal wall and slammed himself as far inside her as he could. He flexed inside her, expanding his head. She let out a little gasp, biting her lip from grinning.
"Oh yes...please fuck me like that! I'm such a dirty fucking little whore...give it to me! Give me your fucking cock, Carmine...fuck my ass and make me moan for you!"
Carmine pushed inside until his balls touched back of her pussy, the hairs raised and tingling her.
"MOTHERFUCKER!" she bellowed. Carmine stretched her out so far...her little ass began to quiver. Sam pounded her pussy, thrusting it inside her with all the power he had left. He was determined not to lose the affection of this woman to some beach boy masseuse. Faustino, rubbed the end of his cock all over her face, past her lips, across her nose, making her smell him, smell the semen beading across him. Carmine reached up and took her hair again, pulling her head back and began to fuck her ass with power and measured strokes. He rocked the table, all four of them perched on top, shaking it beneath them with each thrust. Carmine held himself in place with a massive hand on the small of her back, keeping her ass arched for him to fuck her right. Faustino, stood, leveling his cock with her face and held her head behind her neck, guiding her mouth to him. She stroked his cock, feeling it surge and swell. His load was coming and she needed to taste him all over again. "C'mon, baby, she taunted him....you gonna cum for me again...put it all over my face...put it in my mouth... I wanna taste your cum." Faustino held his jerking cock and let it shoot across her mouth and chin. She swallowed his cock, letting him spurt into her mouth. Her tongue lazily licked up the dripping cock from around her mouth, then sucking a fading Faustino and listened to him moan.
Sam could feel himself coming and began to grunt a familiar tune to Ms. Baur. She looked down at him, and teased, "You, too? C'mon baby...you like watching me get fucked like a damn fucking whore, don't you...you set me up for this. How does my pussy feel...? Huh...? You like it?"
"Yes, baby...you're so fucking good...I love that little pussy of yours...so tight on my cock..." He jerked against her...held his cock and let himself explode inside. She gasped loudly, "YEESSSS....OH SHIT THAT FEELS SO GOOD, SAM....OHHHH YES...KEEP GOING...KEEP CUMMING SAM!" Her encouragement sent him into a fit of hammering that made his ball slap her pussy with a pop-pop-popping noise. She moaned eagerly, then reached back and slapped her own ass, looking at Carmine.
She knew he was there too, and her orgasm she wanted to perfectly coincide with his. Her hips bucked and she begged him with her eyes, pouted and hung her bottom lip out, "c'mon baby...come fuck your little whore good....fuck this dirty slut....that's it..stick that fat fucking cock deep in my...OOOHHH...deep in my ass...give it to me...yes...give it to me...that's right...that's right...FUCK that's good...you like to watch that cock fucking my ass, don't you..." Carmine fucked her harder, pounding her ass. "Yes, baby...c'mon Carmine...spank my ass..." SMACK, his hand landed hard against her cheek. "OOOHH FUCK! Yes...Spank my ass and pull my fucking hair!" She had to strain her eyes at the pull. She was being bent into a sharp angle and mighty Carmine pounded her ass hard. Her orgasm came with a shuddering deep rumble from a depth she had not known. As Carmine began to jerk and swear under his breath, began to moan with the swelling of his cock, her body began to shake uncontrollably. Carmine exploded inside her and her body leapt at the pleasure. She lost her breath, could not moan, couldn't speak as the orgasm twisted her body and insides. They fell to the table, lying next to and on top of Sam and Faustino, their chests falling and rising with considerable strain. Her eyes closed, she could see the tiny popping of lights against her eyelids and she felt like she was could see herself in miniature detail, like she was looking down from some strange distance above. Her body felt dizzy and her legs shook.
"Carmine...please....that...was...." she breathed ra
ggedly, "...that was...Ohhhmmmmmm"
"Yes. You are." Carmine replied.
The End.
A Good Deed
Imagine my surprise when after all this time and trying to get your attention, we finally got to talk a bit and even though you say the word 'coffee' like you're a native New Yorker (sounds like cawfee), I was smitten by your easy smile, quick laugh and not to mention your love of fitness, which showed. I sure noticed that aspect.
After weeks and months of talking socially and swapping innocent emails, I couldn't help but wonder if you had some of the same feelings for me as I did for you. Interest, lust, curiosity. Not necessarily in that order.
Imagine my surprise again, when I bumped into you at the grocery store, shopping for the regular stuff. Your are the cook, shopper, care-giver for your only daughter. Your ex is somewhere in Pennsylvania. Is there someone else in your life? Do you have a man with you, a significant other? When was the last time you had sex? These were all questions I was dying to ask, but that would represent a step closer to the line of inappropriateness, which is a slippery slope indeed.
Once again, fate and surprise—or surprise and then fate—would intervene when a few weeks later I ran into you at the neighborhood hardware store, shopping for some light bulbs, wires, and a couple other assorted tools. A handyman to boot (or handywoman as it were).
"Some upcoming housework on the agenda for the weekend?" I offered.
"Someone has to do it because it doesn't get done itself."
I notice a couple flood light bulbs in the basket of goods, and they were of the indoor and outdoor varieties.
"Are you going to climb up on those ladders, like way up in the air?"
"That's where the lights are," was your reply, with just a little sarcasm. No doubt that's were some lights are...
"That's how people fall and break things. Cleaning gutters and changing lightbulbs. And before you know it, the ladder slips, or a bee stings you or some similar instantaneous tragedy." I had some experience with some people taking some major falls and some major injuries.
Your look was not impressed by my statement of the obvious.
