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When my mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer, our social life came to a standstill. Many hours were spent in hospitals and spending as much time as possible with her. When my wife's cousin called to invite us over for supper or drinks or both we eagerly accepted. Not knowing them well it was still a welcome break from sickness -- or so we thought.

Julie was the daughter of the family bitch. She was an uncompromising bitter woman who brought guilt and dysfunction to her children. As a result Julie seemed to have lost the spark to enjoy life. Her husband had developed a routine of regularly suggesting that sex was something that he had to beg or barter for with his wife. She ran and worked out at a local spa while he was a golfing addict. He hated his job though it was never really clear exactly what he did. Julie was a teacher in a private boys' school.

As my wife kissed Paul at the door to their home, he commented that "this is the most action I've had since you were here last." Everyone but Julie had a chuckle.

As I stepped toward her, she visibly tensed seemingly at the thought of contact. I decided to simply hand her the wine we had brought and lightly touched her arm in greeting.

The subject of conversation turned quickly to Mom. It was so typical that any comments describing the struggles in the family to come to grips with the seeming death sentence imposed by the diagnosis of pancreatic cancer was left hanging in the air by Julie. Paul made attempts to be encouraging and sympathetic while his wife went from aloof to nearly hostile. She started to parallel our family problems with petty illnesses and complaints that her parents were going through- rides they had had to provide when her parent's vehicle was in the shop. What an inconvenience!

Paul had a new widescreen television that he showed off as we moved into the living room. He left it on and participated less and less in conversation. Julie got up and took the remote out of his hand and turned the volume down to a less intrusive level. As she returned to her chair, he set it back to the previous annoying level.

Her drinks disappeared faster which was fine by us as we matched her glass for glass. Wine turned into rum and coke, then coffee and liqueur and back to rum. Talk turned to reminiscences that I did not share. Julie and the wife's time on the farm growing up and the good times they had had. Not being engaged in this topic I had the chance to look at Julie and Paul as a couple. He was occupied apart from us, eyes glued to the television. She was looking glassy-eyed but talking animatedly with almost no facial expression. She was not unattractive in a sharp-featured way. Undoubtedly her best attributes were her tight body and disproportionately large breasts. She wore a sweater shirt that zipped to her neck and fit snuggly over those luscious globes. There was just the suggestion of nipple through the fabric of the sweater.

Bringing me into the conversation they made a stab at engaging Paul with his favorite two subjects: golf and sex. "Did you golf today, Paul?"

"Yeah, I got in eighteen early so I could get back for Julie's Saturday afternoon nap! The golf was okay," he said accompanying it with a sigh and an accusing look at his wife.

"I was tired okay!"

"I bet you guys have better naps than that, right?"

Before I could reply my wife said, "Only if we don't make it out of the kitchen or off the floor."

"Do tell" Paul encouraged.

"Well sometimes he sort of sneaks up on me when we're cooking together and ...."

"Morning, noon, supper, snacks?" he was clearly into this direction of conversation.

"Yes" answered the wife giving me an appreciative smile.

"What's this about the floor?" Julie inquired.

"Well when he is massaging my neck sometimes his hands wander a little too far forward. And of course, sometime when he turns around to thank me and he's sitting between my legs...."

Now I knew she was getting loaded. This was not the typical kind of disclosure that I had ever heard from her.

Paul and Julie were staring at both of us. "See Paul less golf more cooking and massage!"

"I'll throw away the clubs tomorrow!" We laughed.

Julie and my wife went into the kitchen to fix the next rounds of drinks. Paul had returned to the boob tube. I was getting turned on by the conversation and memory of the kitchen and massage that afternoon. Between noticing Julie's nipples grow and seeing the oversize pull of the zipper rise and fall I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. I got up to go to the bathroom off the kitchen hoping Paul wouldn't look over and see the tent in my pants. I heard snippets of a conversation as I entered the bathroom.

".....the oil for sure. I'm not sure it would get in without it."

"It's that big?"

I was practically coming in my pants as I walked into the bathroom. I was stroking my cock with the image of that damned sweater in my mind's eye when I footsteps passed the door into the living room area. My hand increased its pace and pressure. The door suddenly opened. All I saw was the sweater zipped down to reveal swelling cleavage and a hand with toilet paper. As I stood there with my cock in hand, she set the paper down on the sink saying, "God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here!" she said to my cock as her eyes were riveted. As the door closed behind her, I came. I wiped, flushed and left shutting off the fan and light.

"Are you more comfortable?" she asked, slightly flushed with a trace of a slur as I returned to my drink and seat. "I feel like we're really getting to know each other so much better tonight," she added suggestively. She started to rise with her empty glass in hand. I quickly moved to stand in front of her, took her glass and commanded her to sit. "Oh you're so forceful!" she giggled. Her eyes moved to my crotch.

The conversation had turned to work and her job by the time I had returned. She made an exasperated comment about their inattention saying, "Some days I think I'd have to stand nude at the front covered in post-its before they would pay any attention!" I chuckled but had an instant image of her sitting on the edge of her desk covered with strategically place post-its. I wonder what they would have written on them.....

"I said how are you enjoying your time alone at the lake?" I realized Julie had addressed this to me while I had been composing mental post-its.

"Oh keeping busy physically with some renovation jobs. Next week I'm oiling some boards. I gotta take advantage of being on my lonesome."

"Lucky broads..oops...I mean boards."

"How about you now that school will be ending?"

"It's already over except for awards in a week and of course marking the exams this week. The school is being used for some tournament and we're getting our siding redone this week. I'll end up at the library again I guess."

"You can always come out to keep me company. I'm outside most of the day and Paul can drive out for supper..."

"No he can't!"

"Well thanks, honey," he said sarcastically. "I'm on the road Monday and Tuesday is what she meant to say."

Though nothing was decided it fed my fantasy of seducing Julie. There was a warm hug at the door in marked contrast to our arrival along with a generous view of Julie's tits as she retrieved our shoes for us in a slow deep bend. The swell straining against white lace cups, gave me all the incentive I needed when I jacked off again when we got home.

I stayed home packing for the trip to the lake later that evening while my wife went up to the hospital. I couldn't shake the image of Julie and sensuality of the previous evening. It had been a long time being that turned on. It seemed like I was ready to jerk off every other hour. On impulse I reached for the phone. She answered. There was no small talk. I said simply, "You will be at the lake tomorrow at noon. Wear your sweater, no bra, no panties. I'll supply the oil and apron. Oh yeah, and bring some post-its, teach!" I hung up trembling. I freed my cock from my pants and a minute later I was spraying the toilet bowl with another load. For the rest of the day I jumped every time the phone rang. How fucking stupid am I? If she tells Paul or her sisters or her mother or my wife, my life will be over. Shit!

There were no calls and when she got back from the hospital conversation was as it usually was and our embrace at the car was warm and loving. When she said, "I wonder if Julie is coming out tomorrow. Maybe I should give her a call."

"God no, don't do that. What the hell will I do if she shows up? Don't encourage it."

"Okay, okay, I just wanted to let her know that it would be okay and that we were serious about helping her out. You know she'll hates being alone in that house especially with noisy strangers working. I thought you two hit it off last night."

"Just drop it though please. Let her go to Mommy's!" We chuckled.

The next morning I woke up anxious -- okay excited. Packing for the lake I hedged my bets by tossing in my blue pills. I unpacked, popped a pill and put out some supplies -- just in case. Shaking my head, I couldn't help being amazed at how delusional I was!

I was at the lake end preparing the wood for the stain sweating in the noonday sun. I hear a car door bang closed. My cock sprang to life. It can't be! I sprinted up the front steps figuring her to come in the back way. My arrival in the kitchen was timed perfectly with a knock on the door before it opened with her calling out, "Anybody home."

"You're late", I said glancing at the clock that said 12:30.

"I didn't know if I was coming."

"Oh you'll be coming soon enough!"

She was wearing the sweater from the weekend and a loose fitting pair of sweatpants. She carried a small overnight bag and a huge sheaf of papers.

"I thought I said no bra".

"And...." I reached out to feel her tit through the sweater. Sweet Jesus she was braless and beyond perky. At the touch her nipple practically poked through the fabric. I took her papers from her as she dropped her bag on the floor. I gestured toward the kitchen where and apron hung from the stove door and then toward the couch where a bottle of massage oil and bath towel waited.

Without hesitation she walked toward the sofa. Sitting down she flushed deeply. I took her hand and motioned toward the floor, spreading the towel before her. She answered by slithering off the couch to the carpet and towel. I stood facing her with my crotch inches from her face. Her breathing sped up and her face flushed. Straddling her for effect I pivoted over her and sat behind her reaching for the oil. My hand found the ring that had caused more than one fantasy since Saturday. I slowly pulled it down to the rise of her breasts. Rubbing the oil into my palms I lifted her hair and started to work on her neck. She jumped at the first contact and then visibly relaxed except for a shifting of her legs.

"Comfortable?"

"I'm kind of tense. I hope you can help. I didn't get much sleep the last two nights."

"That damned Paul!"

"You've got to be kidding. He talks a good game but he was asleep by the time I modeled my night gown for him. Then he was the big man last night but I was -- sort of -- too nervous to enjoy anything so I had one of my famous headaches!"

"Sounds like you were just as horny as I was", I thought. My hands were putting more pressure on her neck while my eyes enjoyed the view from above and behind her. I pulled the ring down another couple of inches exposing half of one breast as I pulled the sweater off her shoulders to rub more oil on and began to massage. She was moaning and I noticed that her legs were crossing and uncrossing at her ankles. My hands began to move from her shoulders to her back and then to her upper chest. Pulling and pushing the effect on her breasts and sweater was amazing. My cock was poking her in the back.

"Your zipper is scratching."

I stood and pulled off my shorts along with the underwear. I sat back down. "I don't want to get oil on this," I said tapping the zipper of her sweater. "You do it -- my hands are oily". She complied quickly removing the sweater tossing it aside. My hands had found my cock as I inspected her luscious globes swing slightly with the exertion. Dribbling oil onto my cock as she sat back I said, "Three hands are better than two."

"What the..." she started to speak when my enflamed cock made contact skin on skin. As I massaged lower down her front I slowly moved in such a way that my penis trailed across her shoulder blades. Jammed between us as it was the motion was subtle at best but elicited a "oh my god" from her in a breathless raspy voice. She shifted forward slightly and I lifted my cock and balls up so that the balls rested in her mid back and penis extend up toward her shoulders. She began a slow purposeful side to side motion of her upper body that made me swell to maximum length. The heat between us was nearly unbearable. The slickness of the oil and my own precum leaking onto her back increased the sensual massage. Meanwhile my hands had roughly seized her breasts and hefted each squeezing them upwards and out from her body and my thumbs pressed her nipples with force. She suddenly stiffened and trembled for several seconds. Her head lolled forward and then back.

Grasping her under her arms I helped her to her feet cupping her ass through her sweats.

I tugged them down bending to give her breasts a tentative lick. She pressed on my shoulders but said nothing nor did pull away.

She stood nude before me with arms crossed to hide her breasts and a blush on her cheeks.. Her shaved pussy glistened with her recent coming. "Nice" I said lowering her to the sofa. As she was about to recline, I sat down in front of her. She was reaching for the oil so I extended my hands as I faced her from a kneeling position. She squirted oil on them looking puzzled having thought that I was looking for my turn.

I slathered the oil over her already slick tits watching it seep down into her triangle of matted hair. Taking the bottle I spilled more down her cleavage as she drew a sharp intake of breath at the sensation. I let it dribble between her legs. I leaned forward taking one breast in my mouth trying to consume as much of it as humanly possible. One hand groped the other breast pressing my palm into and around its roundness. As I pressed it up and forced it down my fingers opened trapping her diamond nipple between them squeezing till she gasped and then relaxed the pressure. My other hand was drawing circles on her stomach sopping up the oil. Still kneeling, I sat back taking in the sight of this incredible body before me. She was panting and her body had a rosy sheen from her neck to her pubic hair. I poured more oil directly onto her upper thighs. Working on both at once my hands moved from her calves back up the front of her legs to her waist across and down again. "Please" she murmured.

For an answer I moved my hands back up the inner part of her lower leg and slowing trailed up her inner thighs. Her legs parted with a mind of their own. My hands met at the vee of her thighs with my thumbs framing her cunt lips which leaked fluid as they pouted provocatively. Crossing my hands they rasped over the nub of her clitoris spreading her lips as they passed. Pulling them back I repeated the action several times. "I need to feel it!"

Reaching again for the oil I saw the confused look on her face as she was already bathed completely in its slickness. Tipping it up to my lips I held it in my mouth as she went over the edge knowing what was coming. I lowered my head and spread her lips with my thumbs. Her vaginal muscles were contracting creating a quivering motion of the lips. My mouth pressed against her opening and spewed hot oil up into her cavity. She erupted in spasm forcing back a mixture of oil and her own fluids through my pursed lips. Ignoring her attempt to pull back from the stimulation, I grasped her buttocks forcing her against my face. It slithered over the gash of her vagina -- tongue, cheeks, chin and nose. Her gasping continued with her shaking. It was like she was having one long orgasm that kept driving her crazy. My hands moved to her inner thighs forcing them open and exposing even more of her vagina. Her hips moved up and down of their own volition. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her eyes were closed. Turning slightly sideways one leg was pried apart with my shoulder while one hand placed the opposite one over the arm of the sofa. My hands returned to her cunt lips. Both thumbs massaged the outer lips that oozed copious amounts of fluid. Extending one palm completely over her mound, I maneuvered it till the heel was pressing against her opening while one finger tickled her clitoris. She made choking incoherent sounds as her body tensed once again. In one motion I dropped oil onto the shaft lined it with her opening and plowed forward. Her tensed body seemed to be milking my shaft. The head pressed into something hard at the back of her womb. Rocking back and then forward I watched as there were still two inches of cock outside her body at full penetration She was like a rag doll as I hoisted her with my hands under her ass. Instinctively she encircled my neck with her hands. With my legs under me and still buried deep inside her I took all of her weight on my cock hands and legs. She was crying out now as the last two inches seemed to pop through the blockage. I was slamming her like a jackhammer up and down on my prick completely controlling her thrusts with my hands on her ass. Like a freight train I felt my own release rushing over me. At the precise moment that I came, my finger entered her butt hole only to the end of the tip. She shrieked and seemed to pass out. We both collapsed onto the sodden towel, too exhausted to speak.

After recovering enough strength to stand I ventured into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of wine. She downed it immediately and asked for some water, which I brought to her. She had remained nude atop the towel. She managed a half kneeling, half sitting position making no effort to cover her nudity.

"I can't stand" she croaked in a half whimper. "I need the bathroom." I helped her to a standing position. She gingerly tried a step stopped and then weakly and slowly headed off in the direction that I had pointed.

I knew that the neighbors on either side were in town working and would not be back until the weekend so the beach was ours. Our bay was sheltered from the strong off lake breezes and nosy neighbors.

"How about going for a swim?" She looked at me doubtfully. "Do you want a suit or do we go bare balls?" She stopped short of the couch and picked up her discarded bag, extracting a one piece suit from it. She quickly stepped into it adjusting her boobs into the tight fitting cups and uncurling the high cut seam on her hips. After stepping into mine, we walked down to the shore. Almost three hours had passed since her arrival.

When she hesitated at the water's edge, I scooped her up and walked into the water. She laughed a nervous laugh and then relaxed. When I was waist high in the water and her back and lower body was bathed in the coolness of the water, she shuddered and dropped her legs to stand. When I produced a bar of soap from one pocket and a small bottle of shampoo from the other, she smiled and nodded. Supporting her back I bent her back until her hair was submerged. I squirted liquid and worked the lather into her scalp. She took the bottle and proceeded to return the favor. I extended each arm in turn soaping her from fingers to pits. She took the bar and mimicked my actions. She glanced nervously around as I lathered a hand and inserted it into the top of her suit. "No one is here and no one can see us." She relaxed. took my time soapy each boob and then turned her to do her back and shoulders. . On cue she took the soap and lathered me. Not stopping this time she reached with the bar into the front of my shorts and soaped my nuts and reaching under between my legs. She guided me so that I turned and she cleaned my ass crack.

As she handed me the soap, I looked down at the tight-fitting suit knowing that it had to come off to finish her bath. She must have realized the same thing as she glanced around once more and then slipped the suit from her body. We stood in the water like two snow people covered nearly completely in later. I placed the bar of soap on her vagina and moved it back and forth across her lips. I reached under getting that space between pubis and anus. She pivoted around so that I had access to her nearly flat ass -- oh well no one is perfect I thought. Hugging her from behind I mashed my soaped hardness against her foamy ass grinding into her as I kneaded her breasts as I breathed, "Hold your breath."

We disappeared under the water. I hastily rinsed her hair and touch every part of her soapy body to make sure she was renewed. Taking my cue she did likewise for me as we struggled to complete the job before our air ran out. We broke the surface laughing.

"You really are insatiable", she said grabbing hold of my rock hard cock. The joy of pharmaceuticals I mused. Suddenly her legs were around my waist and her vagina was pressed invitingly into my penis. I made an adjustment in my stance letting her do the work and felt the tip penetrate her opening. Her mouth opened as though shocked and her eyes twinkled. "I don't think this will work without lube."

I bent my head to her chest and suckled nipping the ends of her nipples with my teeth. "Maybe there is a bit of lube" she chuckled. Now my hands were on her ass exploring the hidden folds between her cheeks. Her eyes never left mine. She moved herself forward causing the head to pop into her cunt. My finger trekked back and forth over and around her hole. She tried another inch to no avail. Sorry she said and began to stand. My hands kept control of her legs. She gave me a quizzical look as I walked backward toward the shore with the head of my cock still impaled in her vagina. The gentle motion of the water caused slow undulations in her body rocking back and forth on my projection. I sat back in the water with her feet on each sit of me in a sitting position. I took one ankle and then the next guiding it past my body on each side causing her legs to open more. My legs extended under her body keeping out the sand while hers floated beside me. Our arms braced us in matching recumbent positions with our heads just out of the water. I rose slightly to create a better angle of entry as she shifted to accommodate my length. As she relaxed to this new position, I felt myself being drawn in another inch or two. She sighed at the sensation. I bent my knees slightly to support her back and then raised one leg onto my shoulder. More penetration and more sighing followed this move. Supporting us with one arm down now I guided her body forward onto me with the other. She sawed back and forth with more of my length disappearing into her. Her movements became more urgent with each upward thrust. She gasped and cried out and her boy shook from her climax. "Sorry I couldn't help myself," she said.

I laughed saying, "Usually it's the guy thing to say. I am no where near being done with you and that body." We retrieved our suits, soap and shampoo leaving the water for the shore.

We walked into the sunroom still carrying the swimsuits making no move to hide our nudity from one another. My erection pointed the way and not unnoticed by her as she sat on the futon. I grabbed a couple of shot glasses and returned with a bottle of tequila, salt and limes. Pouring her shot I sprinkled salt on the head of my prick and held the lime to one side. "Nice" she whispered as she licked the salt took the shot and reached for the lime which by now was held in my teeth. Bending forward she used her mouth to suck its juice into hers. She poured another shot into her glass and one into mine and then sprinkled salt onto each breast. As I had done the lime wedge projected from her mouth. I took my time getting every last bit of salt from her breasts, shot back the tequila and moved in for the lime. As her hands moved to the back of my head the spent lime fell from her mouth leaving our tongues free to explore.

With a feral smile she dipped her fingers into her vagina and trailed the liquid onto each of my nipples. She worked some salt next making sure that the abrasive texture gave me the sensation she wanted. Next she poured rubbed lime up and down my shaft as slowly as she could possibly manage. The precum of the head mixed with a last squeeze of the fruit. She returned to my nipples rasping her tongue to catch the salt and fired back the shot. Then with a smile she lowered her head and sucked the lime and more from my cock. Before I knew it my cock was buried in her throat and she was giving me a world class blowjob. I needed very little work before I shot my load down her throat to the point that she gagged somehow still managing to swallow. As my cock popped from her mouth another stream spurted onto her chin and down onto her chest. She started to massage it into her tits looking as horny as our first round of fucking. I grabbed the salt pouring some on her clit, exchanged the salt for the bottle and grabbed the lime. I carefully tilted her pelvis us and using two fingers to hold open her lips poured a small amount of fluid into her canal. I used the lime to dam the liquid. She looked ready to explode turning red from neck to pubis. Her breathing was shallow and expectant as I lowered my head for the shot. My tongue triggered a bucking as though her clit had been jolted with a shock. I quickly pushed the lime into her vagina and drank the mixture of juices that now flowed from her opening. She was in the midst of an uncontrollable multiple orgasm as I drank deeply and then sucked the lime wedge whole into my mouth. I moved over her covering her mouth with mine sharing the mixture of tequila, lime, salt and cum with her. Her hips continued to move of their own will and she looked confused and slightly frightened. I started to move the head of my prick up and down her opening. "I can't take this." She was shouting now. I hastily pulled two pillows closer wedging them under her hips until her opening was directly in line with my engorged prick. I grasped one ankle in each hand forcing her legs as far apart as possible. Her cunt continued to contract and ooze fluid. I leaned in and penetrated her fully. I felt my balls slap against her ass. She cried out and nearly lost consciousness. Speared to new depths she moaned over and over. Rising onto my toes for leverage I ground into her while grabbing her ass to weld us together. I kept deep moving side to side and forcing myself forward though there was no more to go inside. Then I withdrew till only the head was in her. I plunged forward causing another scream and another orgasm. Over and over this repeated till I finally emptied my balls into her deepest regions. I stayed inside her waiting for my cock to shrivel. On this day there was no shriveling. At her insistence I finally disengage myself from her with an audible pop and a gush of liquid the flowed onto the floor. Her hips continued to buck slowly and with her eyes closed appeared sleep-fucking the air. Her boobs glowed in the fading light from the ejaculated lubricant earlier released. I pressed an exploratory thumb against her opening and she moved up to meet the contact. Her eyes remained closed. Keeping my thumb still she again rose to be penetrated once again. With the angle of her ass on the pillow each upward thrust lifted her buttocks slightly forward as well as higher exposing her anus. The next up thrust I quickly lowered on hand under her ass with my finger tip grazing this new opening. The next rise I moved my thumb causing more penetration which caused her to moan and hold the position for an added beat. As she lowered he ass my finger inserted itself into her backside. Her eyes sprang open with a surprised and unfocused look. Now my finger withdrew but only slightly from her ass as had my thumb remained partially in her vagina. Her breathing intensified and the flush of her skin had returned. The down thrust was shallower that the up but she made no sign of stopping. Moving my hand from under her I inserted the second thumb into her vagina and moved it to her lips. She suckled greedily, whimpering when I repeated the gesture. The last time I coated my thumb and this time moved my hand under her. She instinctively rose up causing full penetration in her front opening on my thumb. As she lowered her hips my second thumb entered her anus. "I don't do this" she said but made no move to this new invasion. Resting down she rose up again teased by my mouth on her clitoris. She ground up against my thumb moving from side to side while holding the maximum penetration. When she dropped onto my second thumb I was surprised to feel that same, although somewhat more shallow, grinding of her pelvis. Her quivering body told me that her release was imminent. Bucking up and down wildly she appeared unable to decide which end gave her more gratification. With a prolonged "oh" she released a copious amount of fluid that bathed my hands and face. Her bucking subsided and she closed her eyes and slept. Extracting myself from her body, I covered her with a light blanket and sat beside her in a chair while she slept. Sometime in the night I heard her stir and call my name. "I'm here." Then silence fell once again until morning light filtered through the trees filling the sunroom in brightness.

She opened her eyes and seeing me sitting on the chair said, "Is this how you slept?"

"Yeah, for some reason I was so exhausted that I could have been facedown on the floor and it wouldn't have mattered."

"I wouldn't know about that kind of tired," she said smiling. "h\Have you got any coffee?"

I pointed to the kitchen and was about to stand when she stood saying, "I'll get it. You save your strength -- unless you're kicking me out."

For an answer I said, "Don't forget the apron. The post-its can wait till later." I didn't laugh or smile.

I heard the toilet flush and went in to use it myself. There she was standing with her back to me wearing the infamous sweater unzipped and an apron that framed her ass. "Hold that position", I said as I entered the bathroom. I ground a pill for faster release, or should I say slower, and washed it down with water. I brushed my teeth and finished peeing. I noticed the oil on the edge of the table where we had left it. I caught a glimpse of her turning to the position that she had been in before I went to the can. "The kitchen can be a great place for all kinds of nourishment."

She smiled her reflection back at me in the window as she remained in place. I moved so that I barely touched her back with my pelvis. I looked down at the way that her sweater held her tits up and out inviting a touch. You don't need to ask twice I thought as my hands grasped their firmness. As I squeezed them alternately apart and together again my finger tips teased her nipples. She moved back against my cock growing more rigid by the second. Reaching back she placed it completely between her legs so that the head projected under her cunt. I dropped my hands to explore her clit and found her juices already starting to build. With one hand I spilled some of the oil onto my palm and set it down on the stove. Stepping to the side I continued to engage her clit while spreading the oil over her buttocks paying special attention to her anus. "Like I said, I don't do that". I moved a finger around her hole and penetrated her lightly spreading the oil on its entrance. She sighed, "Usually."

I removed my hands from her body and took her hand in mine. I led her to the couch but sat her on the plush armrest rather than the cushion. I turned the apron so that it hung behind her and zipped the sweater up high enough that her breasts jutted out and slightly up. Her nipples were fully erect. I hungrily fed on them as my cock inserted its way between her legs causing her to lift them apart and to my sides. I tucked a pillow under her head and lowered mine to feast on her vagina. As usual her liquids easily lubricated her opening. I tentatively licked the lips and grazed her clit with my tongue flat and hard against it. I found that in this position I could feast on her with my mouth and massage those gorgeous breasts with my hands. One of her legs rested on the sofa cushion to the side and the other hung down on the other side. I supported this leg by holding her calf and gently lifting it up and out bringing about a gaping entrance in her pussy. I alternated licking up then down her crack allowing my nose to repeatedly have contact with her clitoris. I moved my free hand so that I was able to insert one and then two fingers into her vagina. I rubbed her lubrication over her clitoris and along her outer lips. Her hips started to rise up to meet my fingers. I stood and started to slap my hot cock against her opening. She moaned and started to shake. I guided the head so that it rested against but not inside her. I moved it up and down her vagina. Moisture pooled by the crack of her ass and the arm of the sofa. Harder now I slid it up and down occasionally smacking her open lips with the head like a dildo. She started chanting yes, yes over and over again. Leaving the head against her slit, I grasped the leg on the sofa raising it onto my shoulder. Instinctively she did likewise with the one in my hands. Freed my hand flew to her breasts stretching, hefting and shaking their fullness. Not able to stand it any longer she arched her back and shifted forward impaling herself in one swift movement up to half of my length. "More" she insisted. I placed my hand under her ass and lifted creating the perfect angle for penetration. I was soon up to my balls in a sea of hot cum. She whimpered when I withdrew and moved the sodden cock down under her ass then back inside to the hilt in one quick motion. I repeated the process three more times till she was on the brink of a huge orgasm. The last time I left my cock at the entrance to her anus and lifted from the small of her back while my face enjoyed her tits. She seemed to be trembling more from fear now that horniness. I whispered, "Go slow. Relax."

I pulled her now so that her ass was off the armrest seeming to pivot on my cock, her legs over my shoulders and arm guided her hips forward. As the first penetration occurred she gasped and froze. Neither of us moved. Both hands were now on her hips and I was determined not to force this next act. She moved ever so slightly and the head of my prick was suddenly inside her. She shrieked and went limp for a minute while her hips nudged forward. Her eyes opened, "Fuck that was intense! I passed out!" Then she smiled.

I moved her forward directing her hips so more of me entered her butt. We both lost our balance and slid to the side on the cushions of the sofa. Still inside her she said, "Don't even think of stopping now!"

I was up and over her standing with her lying mostly on her shoulders so that her ass was sticking almost straight up in the air. Her tits were comically pressed under her chin and flattened by her knees. The angle was impossible.

"Hold on. Don't let me slip out." I started to turn so that my cock rotated in her asshole bringing about a new round of moans and groans. Her legs were now over my shoulders from behind and I was standing with my legs apart looking straight down at her ass skewered by my prick. I pulled her pelvis back toward her head as I drove down into the opening. Talk about maximum leverage as I pounded down for all that I was worth. Her shouting was incoherent and her body was slick with perspiration. I could feel the cum soaking from her cunt onto my ass. I withdrew turned and entered her vagina. We were both yelling now cumming in non-ending spurts deep within one another.

I pulled out finally plopping down onto the floor in front of her unable to move. She started laughing then asking, "So what do you take milk, sugar?"