Boathouse Attendant

"Now let's get back to this," he said, moving from her ass to her
pussy, licking the labia up and down, driving his tongue deep into her
vagina as he flickered a fingertip over her swollen clit, then focused
on the clit itself, alternately licking and sucking it. This Joe sure
knew what he was doing, and a lot of guys didn't went it came to the
Department of Cunnilingual Arts. His big cock was out of reach, but
she could see it, looking down, sticking up hard and straight. She
wanted that cock now, she wanted it inside her.

"Come up here and fuck me,” she told him.

"We got plenty of time later for that," he said. "Right now I just
want to really eat you up!"

"Well, shit, eat me up then! Make a fuckin' meal out of me!" she
urged, delighted by this guy. Most guys, if they lick you at all down
there, it's just for a few minutes. Then they can't wait to stick it
inside you. That's one reason Monica liked doing it with other women
so much. They took their time. Having no cocks, oral sex was the main
act for them. When they went down on a pussy, they stayed down, stayed
own until that pussy exploded!

Monica flung her legs wide open and pressed Joe's face tightly against
her seeply aroused flesh, feeding it to him as he had fed it to her
when he held on to her head and fucked her mouth with his thick cock.

"Oh yeah, Like that! Do it! You're so good!" she hissed as she closed
her eyes and just took in the intense sensations. She was real close.
A few more flickers of that tongue and Monica knew she was going to
climax. She didn't expect to be climaxing like this. She figured it
would be with Joe's big dick inside her. But that, as he promised, was
for later.

And then he worked a finger up her ass, as she had fingered his down
at the boat house when she had sucked him off. That was just the
trigger Monica needed as a volcanic orgasm suddenly rose in her loins,
exploded like a geyser of pure pleasure, spreading through every nerve
ending in her body.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, holding on to his head. "You did it! You did
it to me, you pussy-chomping stud, you!!!"

She felt so good, so happy that she was laughing with glee as her body
still throbbed and quivered, coming down off her high.

After an orgasm like that, especially when it was courtesy of another
woman's efforts, Monica would usually take a few minutes to rest and
cuddle. But now she was just so charged up, Joe's prick in view, so
achingly stiff it looked like it was going to burst.

"Let me have that!" she insisted reaching down for his cock, then
pushing him down on the bed in her place. She fisted his cock as she
kissed him, tasting herself on his sticky lips. Then she slid her
tongue slowly lower, down his neck, over his strong chest, stopping at
his nipples to suck them. Guys' nipples, she discovered, can be pretty
sensitive too. Then she slid her tongue slowly over his stomach
bringing her lips just up to the tip of his stiff penis. She looked up
at him, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, waiting expectantly for
contact to be made between her warm, wet mouth and his hard, rigid
shaft. But he'd have to wait a little longer. This tongue bath was
going to proceed in other directions first.

So, avoiding his cock, she dragged her tongue down the inside of his
thighs and along his legs until her mouth was down at his feet.
Valerie and Kristen had taught her foot sex could be fun, but she'd
never done it with a guy. Now she would.

She licked his feet as he looked down at her doing that to him, a
little stunned.

"Hope you like this?" she purred up at him as he smiled down at her,
that horny shit-eating grin of his she had quickly come to like.

"Anything you do to me, I like," he said. Music to her ears, those
words!

Now she licked and then sucked each and every one of his toes, before
reversing her tongue journey, sliding her tongue up his legs, along
the inside of his thighs, to his balls. But when she got to his
scrotum, she suddenly turned him over.

"I feel like having me some more of this!" she said, spreading apart
his buttocks as he lay flat on his belly. Last week, down at the boat
house, she'd managed to lick him down here before sucking his cock.
But it was just a quick tease. Now she was ready to really eat up his
ass, the way he'd eaten hers before, finally, he got to her cunt.

As he groaned and moaned she tongued his anal region thoroughly,
finally driving her tongue up into his anal passage just as he had
probed hers with his.

"You like doing that, huh?" she heard him say.

"If I remember correctly, you liked doing that quite a bit yourself,"
she reminded him.

He laughed, loving it. Now she turned him over again and zeroed in on
his ragingly erect penis, standing there like a sentinel of pure male
virility. He waved it in her face with the arrogant, cocky pride of
man who is well aware he has himself quite a piece equipment and knows
how to use it.

"What are you waving that at me for?" she teased, slapping it
playfully.

"I'm waving it because I want you to suck it, I want you to take it
down your throat the way you did last time."

"You liked that too, huh?" she said, smiling.

"I fuckin' loved it!" he barked at her as she began to lick the knob,
fisting the shaft. Then she suddenly opened her lips wide and engulfed
it steadily, in one, long swallow until the whole thing was down her
throat. She kept it down there until she could no longer hold her
breath.

"Is that what you like?" she asked, coming up for air.

"Yeah!" he hissed, pressing her face down on it as she took it in her
mouth and down her throat another time. Was she ever glad her older
sister, demonstrating with a dildo, had once taught her how to do
this! There was just something about having the full length of man's
rigid cock between your lips, filling your mouth and your throat, your
lips pressing against his pubic hair and his balls. 'Deep throat' --
that's what they called it. And to Monica those were two beautiful
words.

She took her time sucking his cock. She could tell that he was not the
sort of man to blast his load prematurely. This dude was on top of his
libido, he knew how to make it last, how to do it right. She lucked
out getting drenched like that canoeing on the lake last week, needing
Joe's assistance afterwards. Maybe if that hadn't happened she still
would have gotten it on with him sometime. But maybe not.

"Okay, I want this baby inside me now," she said, sliding up on his
body, straddling his legs, taking hold of his shaft and working it
against her pussy. Then she bore down nice and steady, impaling
herself on his thick pole. They'd eaten each other's assholes. He'd
licked her pussy and made her cum, she'd sucked his cock and took his
big load of semen in her mouth. But now this was the main act. His
cock was inside her, they were fucking!

"Damn! Do you ever feel good inside me, stud!" she hissed as she
rocked up and down on it, his eight or nine thick inches really
filling her up.

Joe reached up to squeeze her nipples as they fucked.

"Oh yeah, play with them. Squeeze 'em hard," she urged.

She squeezed something hard too, his dick, with her skilled and
well-practiced vaginal muscles. Monica was well aware she was a great
fuck. At her tender age, she'd had a lot of sex, fucked a lot of guys.
And she was a good learner. So by this time she was a pro in the art
of fucking, and she knew it. And now Joe knew it too as she gave him a
fuck she was certain he'd remember for a long, long time.

He reached around and squeezed her butt while he fucked her, Joe
slamming up into her cunt, she bearing down hard on his steely cock.

"Oh God, you're good!" she told him. "You feel so damned great!"

"And you got a cunt that's made in heaven," he said. "I could get
addicted to that pussy of yours."

They fucked like this, complimenting each other, until Monica felt
like changing positions. Now she rolled them both over so that he was
on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing her to
him, arching up her pelvis to meet his thrusts, wanting him deep,
wanting every last inch inside her steaming pussy.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me!” she hissed at him,
sensing she was close to a second orgasm. And then, out of nowhere,
like a rocket, the spasms tore through her, shaking her body, her soul
as, once again, Joe took her to paradise, with his dick this time
rather than his tongue.

She was so overwhelmed she had to stop a moment and ask him to stop
moving inside her

"That was fantastic," she said, kissing him tenderly. "You're such a
damned good lover!"

"Why thank you, you're not so bad yourself," he said with the sweetest
and sexiest of smiles.

He'd licked her pussy to a cum, he'd fucked her to a cum, and rather
than all that satiating her, it only made her more desirous. She knew
what she wanted now, what she always wanted at just about this point.

"Come down here, I want to ask you something."

"What?" he said, playing coy

"Come down and I'll tell you, I want to whisper it."

She brought her lips to his ear.

"You feel like fucking me up the ass?" she whispered.

He pulled back, a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

"You mean it? I'm pretty big."

"Don't you think I know that."

He just looked at her with an expression of total glee, like he'd just
heard he'd won the lottery.

"Sure, I'd love to fuck that hot ass of yours."

"You'll like it," she said with a sexy smile, full of lust an
anticipation, "Your cock is going to feel real good up in there."

"I bet!" he said, his eyes blazing with desire.

Now she pushed him out of her and got up to go over to her dresser.
There she retrieved her tube of lubricating jelly.

"Should I get myself ready?" she asked, holding up the tube. "Or do
you want to help out?"

"Let me," he said with that horny grin of his. "Let me prep you and
ease the way."

He'd already eagerly tongued and fingered that ass of hers, so she
knew he'd want to take over now. She scrambled up on the bed on elbows
and knees and stuck it out for him, the first time he'd really eyed
her trim ass in this exposed and vulnerable position.

"Here it is, stud," she purred, reaching back to hold herself open,
showing off her little hole as he slowly fisted his big cock. He
stared at this cute asshole of hers while she gazed at his cock, both
knowing those two pleasure spots were about to fuse in a sizzling
meeting.

He bent down to lick her ass some more, wanting another taste now that
he knew he was about to fuck the sweet spot.

"That's right, get it ready!" she urged.

He worked some of the jelly between her buns, rubbing it around, and
then inside with one of his big fingers. He reamed her nice and
slowly, twisting his finger around inside her sensually. He sure knew
how to handle a woman's bottom. Just as he had shown her he knew how
to handle her pussy.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of this beautiful ass!" he hissed at
Monica with that rough, husky voice of his, oozing with lust.

"I certainly hope so!" she said, and she meant it. Joe had proven a
smooth and skilled lover, but he could also be hard and rough, the way
he fucked her mouth, slammed it inside her before. Now she wanted to
feel some of those same hard, rough moves at her back door. Here was a
guy who because of his endowment probably had to take it real easy
with babes when coming in the back way. He'd told her how his wife
didn't really relish it, complaining that he was built too big for
that. She knew the world was full of Cheryls, women who were willing
to take it up the ass, but were very cautious and could only take so
much. Not Monica. She was more than ready to take this stud's
oversized penis in her bottom any old way he wanted to give it to her!

"Okay, Joe," she said, reaching back to take hold of his wrist. "Get
that finger out of there, and get that big dick inside instead."

So now he knelt behind her and brought the tip of his dick against her
lubed anus, a dick that was erect and poised to sodomize her.

They looked at each other for one more long moment before he finally
worked it in.

"You let me know how it feels, okay?" he said. "If you want me to stop
or go slower."

"I will," she said, appreciating that he was not only horny and
lustful, but considerate too. "Though I have a feeling the way you
want to give it to me is the way I want to take it."

He laughed.

"Okay then, here it is," he said, pushing his cock forward. She gasped
as she felt the exquisite sensation of his glans forcing open her anal
barrier. And then he slowly pushed on, driving that shift through her
suddenly dilated hole, up through her anal passage, and into her
rectum.

"Oh yeah!!!" she hissed, looking over her shoulder at him. "Do it! Get
it up my ass, all the way in. Nice and deep, okay? As deep as you
want, as hard and rough as you want, you hear me!"

"Okay," he said with a horny smile, holding onto her hips and driving
his cock into the depths of her bottom with powerful, relentless
strokes of his tool.

"Oh man! Oh fuck!" she howled as she now felt him ferociously slamming
the full length of that cock inside, feeling his balls slapping
against her buttocks as he drove every last one of his thick inches
into the warm, dark, humid depths of her ass.

"You like it, huh?" he growled at her in his husky voice.

"Yeah, I fuckin' love it," she panted, turning back to look at him. "I
love your big cock and the way you use it. I love the way you're
hammering it up my hot, horny ass!"

She didn't usually talk to men this way when she made love, but this
Joe brought it out in her. She could tell back in the boat house the
dude had a lewd and nasty edge to him, and from the start she showed
him she could give as good as she got in the nastiness department.

"What if your wife could see you now," she couldn't help teasing him.
"Up in a co-ed's dorm room, fucking the shit out of her hot, young
ass?"

He smiled.

"I think she'd be bringing out the divorce papers right quick."

"You still fuck her up the ass?" Monica asked, curious.

"No, haven't done it to her like that in a long, long time. Susan
never really enjoyed it. It was more like a favor for me, like on my
birthday and stuff. Like I told you, She always used to say I was just
too damned big for her back there."

"Well you sure ain't too big for me, guy!"

Monica was curious what his wife was like. She couldn't help thinking
about that while he fucked her ass. She was probably real hot when
they first got together. A good-looking, horny dude like this wouldn't
have taken up with a woman long term unless she had a serious libido,
Monica figured. But she knew one thing. He'd never been able to bury
his oversized cock up his wife's bottom quite the way she was letting
him do it to her now.

"I want you on top," she said, pushing him out of her, turning around
and wedging two pillows under her butt the way she liked to do when
she was getting ass-fucked face to face.

"Okay, come back home, baby," she said, helping him work his cock back
up into her ass.

They kissed and hugged as he kept sodomizing her. She loved the feel
of his hot breath, his tongue meeting hers, as his cock dug into her
rectal depths.

"I love this so much!" she couldn't help telling him, "What you're
doing to me, the way you're doing it."

"Me too," he whispered, that horny grin suddenly turning sweet.

"You're in my ass, my ass! My ass!"she shouted in sheer glee,
realizing just how addicted she'd become over the last year or two to
the pleasures of anal sex.

Then she noticed the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his
breathing getting deeper. She knew that Joe, finally, was on the
brink.

"Yes, cum!" she pleaded, holding onto to his hard buttocks, pressing
him against her, wanting every last inch inside now. "Cum inside my
ass!"

And then she felt that beautiful throbbing in her rectum, thrilled
that he was now spilling into her bottom a pool of spunk as lavish as
the one he had spilt into her mouth down at the boat house.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!!" she cried out, milking him with her rectal muscles,
greedy for every last drop.

He was breathing hard, panting, almost gasping.

"Feel good, dude?" she asked with a smile.

All he could do is nod and smile himself. Finally Joe was drained of
his seemingly unquenchable sexual energy.

He stayed inside her ass like this, his dick softer now, but still
nice and meaty, still filling up her rectum with its mass.

"How many inches you got down there anyway?" she asked, curious now. A
lot of girls are curious about that particular statistic when they're
with guys, but when she had worked as a model Monica had gotten used
to measurements and dimensions, with everyone always talking about
weight and shoe size and waistlines and bra cups. So it was only
natural to inquire about the dimensions of Joe's remarkable penis.

"A little more than eight."

"Eight thick ones!” she purred, musing how every one of those thick
inches had just been buried up her ass.