Which Laura was doing already. Her shrieks were piercing arrows that shocked Brenda's ears. The young girl could see even more throbbing prickmeat disappearing into the other woman's ass.
Finally the whole cockshaft was cramming into Mrs. Stone's asshole – and Brenda was shocked that such a thing could be.
Brenda's hand was trapped. It could barely move. Once again her pussy seemed to be begging for air, so her other hand pushed her jeans to her knees. The summer breeze rippled across the newlywed's bare ass and a second finger drove into her cunt hole. A third finger curled back across the palm to run against her tiny clit and her young, inexperienced pussy hole began to pour.
Out on the diving board, the woman's screams had turned from pain to passion as another massive cum began to explode in her guts. Hard cock fucked into her shiter, and that fuck-action was driving Laura wild.
"Fuck my shitter!" the woman wailed.
As the fucking pair on the diving board collapsed in exhaustion from the beating and fucking, Brenda whirled around on the concrete blocks and quickly dropped her feet to the ground. Her naked ass crashed back onto the blocks as her feet splayed out to the front. Both hands now dived to her pussy, almost fighting to drive fingers up her cunt hole. One slender finger from each hand jammed into her pussy channel as she furiously finger-fucked her cunt.
Wild memories of crashing paddles swirled through her mind, and her own naked ass shivered on the concrete block. She could almost feel the biting pain in her own ass cheeks as she positioned her fingers inside her pussy. Even her asshole had begun to ache and there was a stuffed feeling in her guts, as if her own ass were being fucked by the images that were dancing lewdly in her mind.
Her pussy was burning with sexual fire. Cunt juices flowed over her fingers and leaked down over her ass, greasing her shit hole with the oil of her excitement. Then the base of her spine began to burn. Her fingers rammed far up her cunt chute as her eyes popped open and bulged.
A cum more intense than she had ever felt before ignited in her guts and blasted through her cunt and ass. She gnawed at her lower lip to keep herself from crying out, since her neighbors were still on the other side of the wall. White lights exploded into her mind. Her cunt erupted. A tremendous cum gripped the young woman, then blasted through her body. She shook, her whole body trembling, and it felt like her insides were being poured out through her.
And, when it was over, Brenda had little breath and was so exhausted she could barely move. But two thoughts slowly became crystal clear in her mind. First, she had no ghost of an idea of what had caused her to react in this way, finger-fucking her own pussy out in the back yard in broad daylight.
CHAPTER TWO
Bill Ellis glanced down at his boss' secretary, who was busily writing in a ledger like she hadn't noticed he had come in. Even though Carla Wyman was both a neighbor and a coworker to Bill, he had never managed to see her in quite this perspective, looking fully down the front of her dress. Her head was slightly down as she leaned forward to write, and the green bodice of the dress fell away from her chest, showing heavy tits, which were full and firm, almost to the hard nipples, since Carla never wore a bra.
Immediately Bill's cock went hard as a rock, even tough the woman was ten years older than he.
Carla had flaming red hair teased back from her forehead and the back of it draped down to her shoulders. She was a large woman, almost as tall as Bill, but the flesh of her body was packed firmly and seductively into womanly curves. Now he could see that her tits were a teenaged boy's wet dream. And before, when he had watched her walk down the hall, he was fascinated by her flaring ass, which had been hugged tightly by the snug skirt. In his mind, he slowly began undressing the older woman until she finally looked up and recognized that he was here. Her emerald eyes, he noticed, sparkled with the icy fire of gems.
"Oh, Bill," Carla said, as if she hadn't really expected him. A smile pulled at her lips, painted a bright red that made Bill think of blood.
"You said the boss wanted to see me at four," Bill reminded her, as one hand tugged at the knot of his tie. It seemed so funny to be dressed up in a suit and out in the business world so soon in his life, but he reminded himself that he was now married man with responsibilities.
Carla studied the young man standing in front of her before she answered. God, these married ones are getting younger and younger, she thought, as her eyes slowly moved from his face down to the front of his body. He hadn't even lost the hardness of flesh and thinness of youth, so it was going to be like attacking a boy. But that was more than all right – in fact, just what she wanted – the lusty woman reminded herself as she felt the lips of her pussy go wet.
Bill was almost exactly six feet tall, just a couple of inches above Carla's own height. His brown hair was longer than that of most men in the office, and he wore it swept back on top. His face still had the angular look of youth, and his body was still slim and firm. After a more general survey, Carla looked straight at his crotch, not caring that he would notice, and she saw that his cock had grown hard in his pants. Thank you, tits, she thought. Just what she had expected. But a cock-bulge was all she could see right now, so she'd have to dig into those slacks to find out just how big his prick really was. Later, though… First, there was something else.
Bill shuffled uncomfortably on his feet as he stood there while the woman looked him over, and he had to tell himself that he must be mistaken when he thought she was staring right at his crotch. He could feel his hard prick pressing against his shorts and the front of the slacks, and he hoped that she wouldn't notice. This woman had helped him get the job here at the office, and the last thing he wanted to do was to take a chance of offending her. If she saw his cock was hard, she'd probably know he was looking down her dress at her tits. Bill tried to force his prick to soften by will power alone, but his stubborn cock refused to go down.
Carla smiled and rose from the chair to walk out from behind the desk. Bill breathed a sigh of relief now that the woman was no longer looking at his body, and he followed her then she motioned him toward a door.
"Just step on in here," Carla told him, reaching for a heavy woods door. "Mr. Jones is out right now, but I want you to wait inside."
She opened the door and stepped through. It was dark inside the room. A huge wooden desk, with its top virginally clean, stood like a monolith on the other side of the room. Carla walked over to a bookcase and snapped on a small lamp, then cut behind the desk to some shelving on the opposite wall. She snapped on another bulb. Soft light now filled the room, and everything was easily seen.
Bill sat in the chair that she indicated, sinking far down into the heavy cushions directly in front of the desk. Carla disappeared for a few seconds behind him and he could hear the door close, and he swore there was a click of a lock.
She's gone back outside to her desk, he thought to leave me here for Mr. Jones.
So Carla surprised him when she walked back in front of him and pushed herself up to sit on the front of the desk. She was only three or four feet away, and the chair was so deep that Bill sank into it until his face was barely above the level of the desk. Carla was right in front of him so he couldn't help but look, and what he saw almost made his eyes bulge. The woman's creamy thighs were slightly parted and he could look completely up the short skirt of her dress. There, where her legs came together, was bright red pussy hair on her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties! And he could see her pussy! Bill tore his eyes away from the luscious sight so Carla wouldn't catch him looking so boldly at her cunt.