“Between my legs my swollen cunt lips throbbed in anticipation of the pleasure and I knew I was not going to hold out for long. And my dear old gentleman must have sensed the same thing. His hand went to my hot-box and prying the lips even further apart as they already were, due to my randy heat, he began to frig me with a skill I thought would drive me out of my mind. He reamed my slit with his poking fingers in the best possible way and cunt juice was streaming down his fingers and his hand. Bending my head, I closed my lips around the head of his monstrous dick and sucked upon it for some time. He obviously liked this contact on his prick and moving his hips back and forth he actually fucked me in my mouth. Now the time had come to get his prick stuffed in my cunny. I not only wanted it I really needed it. After sucking his cock the taste it had left in my mouth had made me even more randy for his dong.
“'Fuck me, Daddy… fuck me… give me your cock… all of it… I want it… I want it. Poke me with it! Make me come!'
“'Come you will, my dear, even more than you want to. I'm going to be a long time and undoubtedly you will have preceded me a couple of times. Open your legs, my dear. You are going to be fucked like you have never been fucked before.'
“I opened my legs wider to better receive the first intrusion of his prick. Slowly he worked the head past my moist outer lips, past the inner lips, into my cunt. His cock seemed to have no end and I thought I would die from pleasure when he touched bottom. He really and truly touched the bottom of my cunt. The whole depth of my cavern of love filled with the length of his dong. At least that is what I thought, and I could not have been more wrong. At the time I thought he had all of it in my cunt, he gave one last lunge and filled me with another two or so inches. I couldn't help it, but I had to cry out, both in surprise and slight pain. But the pain I felt quickly subsided when he began fucking me with long deep pushes and pulls. It was so nice and exciting I creamed after only about half a dozen moves from his side. But he had told me, he wasn't going to stop as he was still a long way from coming himself and without interrupting his movements he kept on banging me in the same even rhythm. And slowly I was getting over my first orgasm, only to find myself on my way to my second. Colored lights were dancing in front of my eyes, and as I was still seated on the train seat, my head rolled back and forth against the headrest. Waves of pleasure rocked my body while my cavalier battered my dripping slit. He seemed to be endless in coming and under his strokes I exploded into my second coming. And on he went… without stopping… without taking his prick from my burning quim. Back and forth he moved his loins, shoving his dick almost all the way in when he moved forward. My breath was going in about double the normal pace and my heart was beating so it almost hurt me, but still I didn't want him to stop. This is what every woman wants occasionally-having one strong orgasm after the other, being fucked completely dry from all juices, which were now still flowing from my dilating slit. And on he went… on and on and on and on.
“Just as I thought he was going to kill me with his ever stiff poker-I was having my fifth come in a row-he suddenly seemed to step on his pace. With a tremendous speed for a bloke his age he fucked me and then it came. A torrent of spunk shot in my belly! Deep in my belly, in long gushes it spurted from his prick, filling me, filling me. He used relatively the same time to empty his balls as he needed to get that far. There seemed to be no end to the stream of sperm hitting me, jet after jet. But finally he stopped moving and slowly his cock slackened, sliding out of my cunt. As soon as his prick was out of my slit it was followed by the traces of his coming. A thick stream of spunk ran from my opened slit, wetting the seat under me. Somebody was going to have a job getting this mess cleaned up. I just didn't have the time for it, because we were running into the station where I had to change trains and I had to hurry myself to get my clothes back in order and say good-bye to my dear old gentleman. Which I did by sucking his prick clean of all come juices. And look what he gave me. A nice check, and not a small one either! Tomorrow I'm going to buy both of us something real nice.”
Jean ended her story here and looked at me with feverish eyes. Undoubtedly reliving her adventure had made her excited. And she wasn't the only one either…
“You certainly have had your fill of cock on your way down here. How about some cunt now!”
Saying this I raised my thin dress and showed her my dripping slit, which I had been busily frigging during the last part of her story.
“Mmmmm… that certainly looks nice. Think you want me to give you a good suck? I would love to do it, you know. Nothing as good as a spunking cunt after the amount of cock I had just now. Look, how about making this a double suck, a real sixty-nine, just for you, to find out whether I'm still good at it. Come, Mitzy, put yourself over me… your slit on my mouth… mine on yours…”
Saying this she put herself on the floor and I went over her with my head pointing to her toes. Her quim was waiting for me when she opened her legs to receive the caresses of my tongue… open… lips swollen in excitement… spunk wet… and lovely.
I must have offered her the same sight for she gave a happy sigh when I let my cat down on her face. Her pointed tongue immediately went for my clit and sucking it between her lips she sent waves of pleasure searing through my body. Off we went… on a trip to Lesbos… a glorious, beautiful trip to the land of sapphic pleasures. Up, up and away… right through the clouds of worldly misery… climbing the stairs to a different, happy world where passion and lust were the order of the day, reaching the peak of Lust Mountain in much too short a time.
The next thing we knew, after this first bout of the day, we were in my bedroom, busily trying to make up for all the time we had not seen each other. Everything we could think of we tried: fucking each other with the dildo, taking turns showing the other how we masturbate when nobody else is around, looking in the other's cunt to see all of the motions of the flying fingers buried deep in spunking cunts, sucking, licking, finger-fucking till we could not stand on our legs out of sheer exhaustion, whipping each other to another sigh of randy lust. But sleep took over sooner or later and merciful darkness engulfed us while we rested our tired bodies and minds.
The next morning we were still too tired to have any sort of sex, but it gave me ample time to give John a call, asking him to come over sometime in the afternoon. He came around at two and Jean immediately took a liking to him, which isn't too unusual, come to think of it. Most women who meet him want to share his bed straight away. He looks like the personification of healthy male sex, although he isn't averse to a little homosexual loving on the side. He is more or less like the rest of us. We all take our fun as it comes and don't worry whether society thinks it wrong or depraved.
Jean and I had not bothered to get dressed and needless to say this immediately resulted in some arousal from John's side. The front of his trousers bulged when his cock started to get hard and Jean had some trouble getting her eyes away from it. Come to think of it, why should she take her eyes away from this delightful fruit of manhood? That was what she was here for, wasn't it? So going over to John I opened his fly and his hard prong almost sprang from his trousers. The head was completely uncovered, shining with a dull gloss. Closing my hand around it I moved it up and down in the well-known motions of jacking off. After only two or three wanks some juice appeared from the slit in the top and Jean, who had joined our little group, bent her head and with a quick swipe of her tongue removed it. Going down on her knees she took the member in her mouth and closed her lips around the throbbing gland.