#Cum On Tits

This all went down a few years ago. I was about 23, and my best friend was Mia. We'd been tight since our senior year of high school, practically glued at the hip. Our bond got even stronger when I started dating the best friend of Mia's boyfriend. Mia and I were always out and about. Most weekends, we'd hit the bars or clubs with our crew of girlfriends. Sometimes our boyfriends came along, but usually, it was just us, living it up. One summer, we planned a weekend getaway to my boyfriend's family's beach house. The idea was to head out Saturday morning and come back Sunday evening. Besides Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me, a few other friends from our group tagged along. We ended up with 11 of us total. We rolled up to the beach house around 1 p.m. in four cars. The sun was blazing, so we threw on our swimsuits and hit the ocean right away. After some drinks and a barbecue, we started a rowdy game of beach volleyball in the shallow waves. It wasn't just about the game - there was a lot of playful shoving and "accidental" touches. I felt hands graze me more than once, but I just smirked and kept going. Mia was the same, brushing it off with a laugh. Eventually, two of the other girls bailed, leaving just Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, two other guys, and me in the water. Mia and I were on opposite teams, and the guys loved tossing the ball our way, then diving in to steal it, their hands brushing against us. During one chaotic play, Mia's bikini top snagged on a piece of driftwood, yanking it aside and nearly baring her chest to everyone. She didn't flinch, just adjusted it with a grin while the guys whooped and hollered. They started ribbing Mia's boyfriend, teasing him about her "showing off." He just laughed it off, so the jokes fizzled out. The game kept going, but the guys seemed more focused on tugging at our bikini strings than hitting the ball. At one point, my boyfriend pulled the tie on my bikini top, and it came loose, floating in the waves. I clamped my hands over my chest, laughing as the group howled. Mia was giggling too until her boyfriend yanked her top loose, leaving her exposed. We stood there, covering ourselves, cracking up. The commotion drew the others closer, curious about the noise. They started cheering, and after some coaxing, the two other girls jumped back in. Sure enough, their tops were untied in seconds, and they covered up like us. We started messing around, playfully bumping into each other or covering one another's chests with our hands, all while laughing. The guys were practically feral with excitement. After a while, the guys swam closer, tickling us to make us drop our hands. It was a struggle to stay covered, and I definitely felt some bold moves under the water. Then Mia's boyfriend, Lucas, grabbed my shoulders and dunked me under. I couldn't fight back without exposing myself, so, in a panic, I grabbed him by the crotch, squeezing hard until he let go. I surfaced, gasping, while he groaned, clutching himself by the shore. Everyone roared with laughter when I shouted what I'd done, and that ended the game. We retied our bikinis and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling. But something lingered in my mind - the moment I'd grabbed Lucas. I could tell he was half-hard, and it felt... substantial. Mia had always bragged about him, but I figured it was just talk. Now I wasn't so sure. Later, I ran into Lucas inside the beach house. We started joking about the volleyball chaos, but then he said something that stopped me cold. "I knew you had an incredible body - that grab was worth the pain just to get a closer look." I froze, unsure if he was serious or messing around. Not wanting to seem shaken, I fired back, "Thanks, but I doubt you saw much. From what I felt, though, Mia wasn't lying about you." He stepped closer, pinning me against the wall with his arm. My heart raced - I was terrified someone would walk in and get the wrong idea. "Ava, you've always driven me crazy - today just pushed me over the edge." - "Lucas, don't be stupid - someone could see us, and it'll be a disaster." He didn't back off, closing the distance until I had nowhere to go. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me through his shorts, warm and unmistakable. My body betrayed me, staying still instead of pulling away. His hand moved lower, cupping my bare skin under my thong bikini. "Lucas, stop - this is a mess waiting to happen." - "Ava, don't play - you feel it too. We've known each other too long to pretend." He wasn't wrong. Before I started dating his friend, Lucas used to complain to Mia about me, saying I was trouble. Mia and I were wild back then - we'd compete to see who could hook up with the most guys at the club. She settled down with Lucas, but I kept at it until I got with his friend. In another world, I'd have jumped Lucas without a second thought. But he was Mia's boyfriend, and she was right outside with my boyfriend and the others. I shoved him back, but he grabbed my arm. "I want you, Ava - I know you'll keep quiet. Let's find a moment to make this happen." He let go, and I bolted to the bathroom, locking the door. I was a mess. The buzz from the drinks was gone, replaced by a storm of nerves. Lucas had just crossed a line, and I was torn - part of me wanted to shut it down, but another part was screaming to give in. Someone knocked - it was my boyfriend, checking on me. I came out, blaming the drinks for my shakiness. We rejoined the group, but I was distant, avoiding Lucas's eyes, my hands trembling. That evening, a few friends left after dinner, leaving just Mia, Lucas, my boyfriend, and me to stay the night. I wanted to flee, to put distance between me and Lucas, especially with Mia and my boyfriend around. By 6 p.m., we were drinking again. The guys fired up the grill, playing cards and sipping beers while Mia and I hung out nearby. After dinner, the others left as planned, leaving just the four of us. I caught Lucas stealing glances, which made my stomach churn. Later, after chatting on the deck, Mia said she was turning in. Lucas followed, making a joke about "seeing if he'd get lucky." My boyfriend and I talked a bit longer before he headed to bed. I said I'd stay out a little, needing air, but promised to join him soon. I needed to clear my head. My thoughts were a whirlwind, and I was already plotting how to make something happen with Lucas. The fear was fading, replaced by a reckless curiosity. I went inside as the bugs got bad and the air cooled. The house was silent. Heading to the bathroom, I tried to hear if anything was happening in Mia and Lucas's room. No sound, but light glowed under the door. When I came out, the light was off, and it was quiet, so I figured they were asleep. My boyfriend was passed out in our room. I lay next to him, wide awake. Then I heard movement in the living room, like someone was slipping outside. My window faced the yard, but the blinds blocked my view. I was sure it was Lucas, confirmed by the flick of a lighter - Mia didn't smoke. My gut told me to go. I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my cigarettes for an excuse, and headed out. I barely smoked, so it was a lame cover, but it was something. Lucas smirked when he saw me. I asked for a light and sat next to him, saying nothing. He started to talk, but I hushed him, nodding toward the window. He got it, took my hand, and led me to a bench about 25 yards away, where we could whisper. Before he could speak, I said, "Lucas, not here - nothing happens here. Back in town, we'll meet up and figure it out." He ignored me, grabbing my hand and placing it on his shorts. I didn't pull away, feeling him grow hard under my fingers. I kept my hand there, knowing the darkness would hide us if anyone came out. I started stroking him slowly, both of us silent. He was rock-hard, bigger than my boyfriend's, and my curiosity spiked. I wanted to see it but didn't dare. With my other hand, I tugged his waistband down, slipping inside to feel his warm, pulsing length. He shifted, making it easier. I moved my hand gently, my nerves electric, glancing around to ensure we were alone. Then Lucas pulled his shorts lower, fully exposing himself. His hand pressed my back, guiding me down. I resisted for a second but gave in, taking him into my mouth. His skin was hot, salty, and I felt him throb as I moved, my tongue tracing him. It lasted maybe a minute before I snapped out of it, realizing how insane this was. I sat up, and Lucas groaned, "Don't leave me like this, Ava." I hissed, "Are you out of your mind? " His erection stood there, bold in the open air, while I looked away, pretending nothing was happening. He grabbed my hand again, guiding it back. I stroked faster, feeling his body tense. Soon, I felt the warm rush of his release on my hand. I wiped it on my sweatshirt pocket, stood, and hurried inside. I slid into bed next to my boyfriend, my pulse hammering. The next morning, we acted like nothing happened. It was overcast, so we left after brunch. Lucas barely glanced at me, which eased my nerves. Back to normal life, I thought the beach house was a one-off until Lucas texted me, starting casual but quickly bringing up that night. He didn't beat around the bush, and I didn't dodge. "You said we'd meet up back in town - when's that? " "Lucas, it's too risky - let's just forget it." He pressed, then said, "Tomorrow night, Mia's got a friend's engagement party. You free? " I was - no work, no plans. I caved. "Tomorrow, 7 p.m., meet me at the park by the pier." The day crawled. At work, I was distracted, replaying what might happen. I told my boyfriend I was meeting college friends to prep for a nonexistent summer class. He didn't question it. At the park, I stayed in my car, nerves on edge. Lucas saw me, got it, and climbed in. I was direct. "Lucas, we go to a motel, do this, and never speak of it again." He nodded, a glint in his eye. I drove to a motel I'd been to before, not far away. In the car, Lucas's hand found my thigh, sliding under my dress, his fingers teasing my skin as I gripped the wheel, my breath catching. We barely closed the motel room door before we were on each other, clothes flying off. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, our tongues tangling as we stumbled toward the bed. I tugged his jeans down, and when his erection sprang free, it looked less impressive than it felt that night, but I didn't care. I dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting him as he groaned, his hands in my hair. He started talking, low and rough. "God, Ava, you little tease - how many guys have you driven crazy like this? Everyone wants a piece of you." His words lit me up, my body responding as I worked him, lips and tongue moving deliberately. After a few minutes, he pulled me up, stripping off my dress and bra. He pushed me onto the bed, his mouth on my chest, sucking and biting gently. My breasts weren't big back then, but he devoured them, his tongue circling as his hand slipped between my legs. His fingers moved expertly, slick with my arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. I arched into him, gasping, as he worked me until I was trembling. I handed him a condom, and he rolled it on. I climbed on top, guiding him inside me, feeling him fill me completely. The thought that this was Mia's boyfriend sent a twisted thrill through me, heightening every sensation. My boyfriend didn't cross my mind - this was about Lucas and me. I rode him, slow at first, then faster, my hands on his chest, his hips meeting mine. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm, his groans mixing with my moans. We switched positions, him behind me, then me on my back, legs wrapped around him. When I sensed he was close, I told him to lose the condom and finish on my chest. I took him in my hand, stroking fast, feeling him pulse as he spilled across my skin, warm and messy. We collapsed, catching our breath, and talked like it was nothing. After a bit, Lucas started touching me again, his fingers trailing over my body. Soon, I was back at it, taking him in my mouth until he was hard again. He grabbed another condom, and with me on all fours, he entered me, deep and steady. His hand teased my backside, a finger circling as he whispered that my boyfriend had bragged about me being open to it. I knew Mia wasn't into that, though she'd tried it with Lucas early on. He tested the waters, but when I tensed, he focused elsewhere, thrusting harder until he pulled out, finishing on my lower back, warm streaks hitting my skin. We lay there, talking about what we'd done. I was firm - this was a one-time thing. But Lucas pushed back. "Ava, we both know this isn't over." It was late, so we dressed and left. I dropped him at his car and went home. For nearly a year, we carried on in secret, behind Mia and my boyfriend's backs. I'd hang with Mia, then make an excuse to leave, meeting Lucas at his place, a motel, or in my car, depending on how much time we had. With my boyfriend, I'd do the same - dinner, a movie, maybe a quick hookup, then I'd say I had to study early. I'd meet Lucas before going home. Other times, I'd claim I was out with work friends. At our peak, we were hooking up two or three times a week, sometimes for just 20 minutes. Once, I went to a motel with my boyfriend, left, and came back an hour later with Lucas. The clerk gave me a knowing look. Months later, I broke up with my boyfriend and started seeing someone from work. Soon after, Mia and Lucas split too, and I phased Lucas out. He tried to keep it going, but without the secrecy, the thrill was gone. The forbidden was what fueled me. Mia and I drifted apart over time. She moved across the country, and we text occasionally, but I haven't seen her in years.

I'm a 35-year-old woman, settled into a warm, predictable life with my husband, the anchor of my world. For years, I've worked as a curator at a small botanical garden, a job that's given us a modest but joyful existence. My days are filled with tending plants and leading tours, a rhythm I've come to love. At the garden, I grew close to two colleagues, Nora and Julian, who became my inner circle. Julian and I, in particular, shared a quiet bond - an effortless connection that never veered into anything beyond friendship, though its depth always felt singular. That day, Julian didn't come to work. He'd mentioned the night before that he needed a day off, so I didn't dwell on it. I followed my routine: guiding a group through the orchid house, lunching with coworkers under the pergola, and retreating to the garden's records room to update some plant inventories before my usual tea break. As I pinned a few pressed-flower bookmarks to a display board, the door opened, and Julian stepped in, closing it softly behind him. "Wow, didn't expect to see you! Everything okay? " - I said, caught off guard but pleased. Julian didn't reply. His eyes were raw, shimmering with tears, and his jaw was tight, far from his usual warmth. He walked toward me, silent, his presence heavy with something unspoken. I waited, expecting words when he reached me, but instead, he took my shoulders gently and kissed me, a sudden, desperate press of his lips. I froze, my mind blank. When he leaned in again, I pulled back, my pulse hammering. "Julian, what's going on? " - I stammered, searching his face. I tried to step away, but Julian's frame was solid, his grip steady but not forceful. My thoughts spun as his lips found my jaw, trailing soft kisses that sent an involuntary tremor through me. "Please, don't. This isn't you." - I whispered, my voice shaking. Cornered against a shelf, I felt small, unable to push away someone I trusted so deeply. My mind raced for reasons - why was he doing this? What had changed? I could've slipped free, but my body stayed still as his hands moved, gentle but deliberate. The moment to fight passed, and I didn't take it. His tenderness unraveled me, and when I looked down, the sight of his hands on me sparked a forbidden warmth. Guilt surged as his fingers, slow and careful, lifted my sundress and slid my underwear aside. This was a betrayal of everything - of my husband, of myself. Yet I stood there, paralyzed, as he knelt, his breath hot against my skin. Shame coiled in my gut, his form stark beneath the hem of my dress. My breath came in sharp bursts, torn between panic and a traitorous pull. When his tongue touched me, deliberate and knowing, a shock of pleasure stole my resistance. He explored me with slow, practiced strokes, teasing and circling, each movement coaxing a deeper response. My body betrayed me, hips tilting toward him as heat spread, my skin flushing. His fingers joined, one slipping inside with a gentle curl, then another, stretching me with a rhythm that matched his tongue. The sounds - my ragged breaths, the faint slickness - filled the air, and I burned with both desire and mortification. My hand moved without thought, fingers threading through his hair, pressing him closer as a tide of sensation rose. The orgasm crashed over me, fierce and unrelenting, my cry echoing in the small room as my legs shook. He stood, his lips brushing mine in a fleeting kiss, and whispered, "I hope you'll forgive me one day." - Then he slipped out. I was left hollow, guilt and confusion swallowing me. I couldn't tell my husband. I thought about confronting Julian, even reporting him, but something stopped me - maybe clarity would come later. I forced myself to act normal, avoiding any hint of what happened. A week later, Julian still hadn't returned. I assumed it was because of that day, but during a tea break, the manager mentioned he'd taken extended leave and might not come back. That struck me as odd - Nora would've known, but she was as clueless as I was. Then I learned the truth, and it shattered me. Julian was terminally ill, his condition beyond hope. The news broke something inside me. I wept alone, haunted by our encounter. In quiet moments, I'd sometimes imagined him in ways I shouldn't have, but never like this. I made a choice that tore at my soul. Despite my love for my husband, I couldn't let things end unresolved. I needed to see Julian, to face whatever this was between us. I took a day off, citing a family matter, and drove to his apartment, a place I'd visited countless times for shared commutes. My resolve was iron, but my nerves were frayed - I'd never dreamed of crossing such a line. When I knocked, Julian answered, his face registering shock. He was thinner, his hair gone, but his piercing gaze held steady. He invited me in, his voice soft. I followed him to the living room, silent, my heart pounding. As he turned to take my cardigan, I let it fall, revealing I wore nothing underneath. His eyes widened, but I pressed forward, trembling with a mix of fear and need. I sank to my knees, tugging down his loose joggers and boxers. His size startled me, thick and heavy, dwarfing any comparison to my husband. I guided him to the couch, avoiding his gaze, and took him into my mouth, lips stretching around him. The taste was raw, musky, and I moved with a mix of hesitation and hunger, my tongue tracing every ridge, swirling over the tip. His silence amplified the sounds - my soft moans, the wet slide of my lips. Shame burned, but so did a reckless thrill - I'd never felt so consumed. I faltered, doubt flickering, but desire surged stronger. I climbed onto his lap, meeting his eyes briefly - his burned with want, mirroring my own. I positioned him at my entrance, already slick, and lowered myself, gasping at the stretch. He filled me completely, a slow, deliberate pressure that made my breath catch. I gripped the couch, pausing to savor the sensation, my walls pulsing around him. "We shouldn't do this." - he murmured, voice strained. I didn't answer, instead rocking my hips, cautious at first, testing the depth. He understood, one hand steadying my waist, the other slipping between us, fingers brushing my clit with a featherlight touch. I closed my eyes, losing myself as his lips found my breasts, sucking gently, each pull sending sparks through me. My movements grew bolder, hips rising and falling, the rhythmic slap of skin echoing. His fingers worked in sync, slick with my arousal, circling faster, and I felt the pressure coil, tight and urgent. The first orgasm hit hard, my nails digging into the couch as I cried out, but I kept moving, chasing more. He shifted us, easing me onto my back on the couch. I was dripping, desperate, and spread my legs wide, urging him on. He entered me again, deeper, each thrust a delicious stretch that hit every nerve. The friction was exquisite, his tip grazing a spot that made me shudder. I touched myself, fingers frantic, as he drove into me, his rhythm steady but fierce. My moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, my body arching to meet him. Another climax built, relentless, and when it broke, it was blinding, my body convulsing as I clung to him, lost in the intensity. As I trembled, he pulled out, his hand guiding himself as he came, warm streaks spilling across my stomach and breasts. I watched, mesmerized by his shuddering form, and impulsively leaned forward, taking him into my mouth again, tasting the last of him - salty, thick - as the rest of his release slid down my skin. I grabbed my cardigan, not bothering to clean up, and moved to the door, my heart thundering. "I hope you can forgive me now, Julian. Goodbye." - I said, voice thick with emotion. "It's not goodbye, Laura. I'm thankful for you." - he replied, his voice soft. I left and never saw him again. When Nora called to say Julian had passed, the grief was unbearable. I never told my husband, and I still grapple with whether what I did was right or wrong. But in my heart, I carry no regrets.

I was 27, wading through that murky stretch of life where pretending to be okay feels like a full-time job you're about to quit. My dad had died a few months earlier, and I'd walked away from my job at the bookstore. Everything inside me felt cracked open. Mason had always been magnetic to me. Sandy blond hair that fell messy over his forehead, a low, rumbling voice that carried a quiet confidence, and these sharp green eyes that seemed to see straight through you - like he knew your secrets before you did. I'd been hooked on him since the day we met at a mutual friend's party, though I buried it deep. He was tangled up with my so-called "best friend, " Tara. I stayed out of it, played the good girl - until the rules changed. It was a frigid Friday night in July, the kind where the wind bites through your jacket. Restless, I was doom-scrolling when I caught Tara's latest sob-story post: a black-and-white photo of her staring out a window, captioned, "Love can mean walking away..." I snorted. My brain did the math: "Mason's out." And sure enough, he was. "You holding up? " I texted her, keeping it light, like I cared. She called instantly, voice thick with tears. "He's done with me. Said I'm suffocating, that I'm too much, that I'm paranoid." "Sheesh, maybe he's onto something, " I thought, but I murmured vague sympathies instead, sprawled across my futon. I let her ramble for 40 minutes - crying, cursing, circling back. When she finally hung up, I didn't hesitate. I slid into Mason's DMs. "Hey. Heard about the breakup. You okay? Here if you need me." His reply pinged back fast. "Hey, thanks. Didn't think you'd reach out. Appreciate it." I played it smooth, dropping little hooks. "Let's hang out sometime, grab a drink." Then, "If you're around, stop by." I sent my address and cranked some grunge to drown out my nerves while I shoved clutter under the couch. He rolled up past midnight. He looked rough - bags under his eyes, shoulders slumped - or maybe he was just leaning into the wounded vibe. Guys like him don't need much to stumble into a girl who's ready to catch them. He stepped inside, bringing a whiff of cedar and leather. Those green eyes were hazy, searching, like a stray dog sniffing for shelter. My kind of catnip. "Beer? " I offered. "Hell yeah." We sank into the couch. I had on this baggy flannel shirt, unbuttoned halfway, no bra, no shorts - just panties underneath. When I crossed my legs, the shirt rode up, flashing skin I knew he'd clock. And he did. I made sure of it. "I don't even know where it all went wrong, " he said, cracking the beer. "Maybe it's not about going wrong. Maybe it's about breaking free." He turned those eyes on me, and I swear they flickered - like he'd just stepped onto thin ice and heard it creak. My apartment wasn't safe ground anymore; it was a live wire. My hand found his knee, resting there like it was no big deal. He stiffened, glanced down. I could see the outline straining against his jeans, and that was my green light. "If you're here to vent, go for it, " I said, voice low. "But if it's something else... don't bullshit me." He didn't speak. Just lunged, hands framing my face, lips crashing into mine with a force that tasted like frustration and want. I melted into it, parting my lips, letting him in. I swung a leg over him, straddling his lap, feeling the hard ridge of him press up against me through the thin fabric of my panties. I rocked my hips slow, deliberate, a soft moan slipping out as the friction lit me up. He groaned, deep and ragged, hands sliding under the flannel to grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin like he was claiming territory. He shoved the shirt off my shoulders, baring me completely. "Goddamn, you're unreal, " he breathed, mouth dropping to my chest. His tongue flicked over one nipple, then the other, hot and wet, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. He grazed me with his teeth, just enough to sting, and I arched into it, heat pooling low. I fumbled with his jeans, yanking them down. His cock sprang free - thick, veined, pulsing. I wrapped my lips around it, taking him in deep, tasting salt and skin. My tongue swirled over the tip, then down the shaft, sloppy and hungry. Spit slicked my chin as I worked him, sucking with a fury I didn't know I had. He growled, fingers twisting in my hair, tugging just shy of painful. "She never went this hard, " he muttered, voice breaking. I smirked around him, humming so the vibration hit him harder. I knew she didn't. He hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the kitchen counter. Cold granite hit my stomach as he kicked my legs apart. He knelt behind me, hands spreading me open, and his tongue dove in - long, slow licks that made my thighs quiver. He sucked my clit into his mouth, teasing with flicks and pressure until I was clawing at the countertop, whining for more. "Fuck me already, " I begged, voice raw. He stood, lined up, and drove in - deep, sudden, stretching me full. He didn't ease into it; he fucked me like he meant it, hips snapping hard, the counter digging into my pelvis with every thrust. Plates clattered in the cabinets; my moans echoed off the walls, loud and shameless. Then he pulled me back to the couch, flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up, spread me wide, and sank in again. This angle hit deeper, sharper, his cock dragging against every nerve. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he pounded, whispering filthy things - how tight I was, how wet, how he'd been dying for this. I shoved back against him, meeting every thrust, legs trembling, dripping down my thighs. He came with a grunt, pulling out to finish across my back, warm and messy. But I wasn't done. I turned, dropped to my knees, and took him in my mouth again. He was still hard, slick with me. I sucked slow this time, savoring - tongue tracing the underside, lips sealing tight around him. His hands shook in my hair as I looked up, daring him to lose it. "Give it to me, " I murmured, pulling back just enough to let him see my open mouth. He did - shuddering, spilling over my tongue, my lips, my chin. I dragged a finger through it, licked it off slow, holding his gaze like I'd just taken something he'd never get back. "You good now? " I asked, smirking. "Fuck yes." He flopped onto the couch. I climbed onto him, sweaty, sticky, spent. His arm curled around me, the other hand lazily cupping my breast, thumb brushing the nipple like he couldn't stop. "What's your story? " he asked, voice gravelly. I laughed, sharp and tired. "A whole damn trainwreck." He grinned. We stayed there, tangled up, trading dumb small talk like we hadn't just fucked each other senseless. "Gimme a sec, " I said, peeling off him. "Gotta grab my vape - it's on the nightstand." I padded to the bedroom, bare-assed, and felt him follow. Silent, but heavy. I turned as he closed the gap, slamming me against the wall, mouth on my neck, biting soft. His cock pressed against my thigh, hard again. He was fire against me, a promise we weren't finished. I dragged him to the bed, and he threw me down, climbing over me. His lips trailed my stomach, lingered on my breasts, sucking marks into the skin, then up to my throat. He pried my legs apart with rough, warm hands and thrust in - fast, relentless. He pinned my wrists above my head, the mattress creaking under us. Every stroke was deep, brutal, hitting spots that made me see stars. I squirmed, moaned, begged without words. When he pulled out, I was gasping. I slid to the floor, knelt, and took him again - tongue lapping the length of him, slow and thorough, spit pooling as I worked. I jerked him with one hand, rubbed him against my chest with the other, slicking my skin with him. He came hard, groaning, painting my breasts, my throat, my stomach. I scooped it up, licked my fingers clean, slow and deliberate, tasting him like a prize. I grabbed a towel, wiped off, and said nothing. He dressed, lingering. "See you soon? " he asked, kissing me quick, hand brushing my chest. "Anytime, handsome, " I whispered back. He left. Nights like that kept coming - more fucking, more late texts, more everything. (More stories for another time.) We still meet up. It's not romance. It's primal, electric. He fucks me, and I'm whole for a while. Tara caught us together outside a bar months later - flipped out, called me every name in the book. I didn't flinch. She still glares when our paths cross. No one does it like Mason. No labels, no future, no clue what this is - but it's real as hell to me.

After my breakup a few months back, I'd thrown myself into a new chapter - moved into a creaky, high-ceilinged apartment in the city, landed a gig that paid better than I'd hoped, and swore I'd stop moping and start living. Some friends, Jake and Emily, were throwing a housewarming party at their new place. I wasn't exactly in the mood for small talk, but they'd insisted I come and crash there after, so I figured a night of free booze might shake me out of my funk. The scene was predictable: couples tangled up in each other, laughing too loud, while I hovered near the kitchen island, nursing a whiskey sour. I was halfway through my third when Emily dragged me over to meet Lauren. Lauren was a knockout in a way that hit you slow and then all at once - 43, recently divorced, a single mom with a teenage son, standing about 5'10" in her low heels. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves just past her collarbone, framing a face with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes that caught the light. She had this easy confidence, a body that curved in all the right places - full hips, a soft waist, and a chest that strained against her deep green blouse, probably a solid 38D. Her skin had a warm, olive glow, and though she was 15 years older than me, the age gap only made her more magnetic. The party buzzed on, but everyone else seemed too busy with their own flirtations to notice us. So, Lauren and I fell into conversation - first about the terrible playlist, then about her ex's midlife crisis motorcycle phase. The whiskey sours kept coming, and soon we were leaning closer, trading stories and sly smiles. By 2 a.m., the crowd had thinned, and she tipped her glass back, laughing. "No way I'm driving home after this." "Stay here with me, " I said, half-teasing, expecting her to brush it off. But she met my eyes, smirked, and said, "Why not? " The guest room was small, just a lumpy futon and a quilt that smelled faintly of lavender. Once the house went quiet, we slipped under the covers, and the air between us thickened. Her hand brushed my arm first, tentative, testing. I slid mine along her side, tracing the dip of her waist, and she shifted closer, her breath warm against my neck. Lauren's blouse was already unbuttoned from earlier, and when I peeled it back, her breasts spilled free - heavy and firm, with dusky pink nipples that tightened under my touch. I cupped one, feeling its weight, and rolled my thumb over the peak. She arched into me, a low hum escaping her throat. I dipped my head, catching her other nipple between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, letting my teeth graze the sensitive skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulder, and when I tugged with a slow, deliberate pull, her whole body shuddered, a sharp moan breaking the silence. "Too much? " I murmured, pulling back, but she shook her head, eyes glinting. "I like it when it stings a little." That flipped a switch in me. I pinched her nipple between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her squirm, and she threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle the sound. Her skin flushed pink down her chest, and I couldn't resist - I slid out from under the quilt, pulling her with me. I turned her around, pressing her hips against the edge of the futon so she had to brace herself on her elbows. Her jeans were tight, but I worked them down, taking her lace underwear with them, until she was bare from the waist down. She stepped out of the pile of fabric, and I nudged her thighs apart with my knee, exposing her completely. Her skin glistened faintly in the dim light, her folds already slick and swollen, begging for attention. I ran my fingers along her inner thigh, teasing, then traced the length of her slit, parting her gently. She was soaked, her heat radiating against my hand. I tugged at her outer lips, pulling them down and out, stretching her open, and she groaned, pushing back against me. "More, " she mumbled, voice thick, so I grabbed a spare pillowcase from the futon, balled it up, and pressed it to her lips. She opened her mouth, letting me stuff it in, her eyes wide and wild. With her muffled, I sank two fingers into her, slow at first, feeling her clench around me. She was tight but yielding, and I twisted my hand, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her. Her hips bucked, a choked cry vibrating into the fabric. I added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her wider with each thrust, my palm slick with her arousal. She rocked against me, desperate, and I went deeper, working my whole hand inside her, fisting her with a steady rhythm. Her walls pulsed around me, hot and wet, and I could feel every tremor as she climbed higher. My other hand roamed her chest, pinching one nipple until it was red and stiff, then switching to the other, pulling it long and letting it snap back. Lauren's muffled moans turned into ragged whimpers, her body trembling under the onslaught. I kept going, relentless, until she seized up, her thighs quaking as she came undone, a flood of warmth coating my hand. She slumped forward, panting into the pillowcase, and I eased out of her, watching her twitch with aftershocks. I was aching by then, my erection straining against my boxers. I pulled the fabric from her mouth - she gasped for air, dazed - and stepped in front of her. She looked up, still on her knees, hair mussed and lips parted. I freed myself and started stroking, slow and deliberate, right in her line of sight. Her eyes locked on me, hungry, and it pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, ropes of it landing across her chest and chin, dripping down her flushed skin. I helped her up, legs still shaky, and handed her the blouse to wipe off with. She managed a weak, "God, thank you, " before we collapsed back onto the futon, tangled and spent, the room spinning faintly as sleep took over.

There I was, in the dead of night, riding a "night owl" bus home after dinner with some friends. I'd had a few drinks, and rather than risk a crash - a friendly reminder to never drink and drive - or a breathalyzer bust with a hefty fine, I opted for public transit. I'd grab my car in the morning. The bus was deserted, the streets pitch-black, and the driver was a burly guy with a scowl that could curdle milk. We rolled through the city until, out of nowhere, he pulled over. I wandered up to ask what was up, and he snapped that it was a shift change - wait it out or call a cab if I was in a hurry. Grumbling, I slumped into the back seat, resigned to the delay. Half an hour dragged by, no sign of anyone, until she showed up... A tall, freckled girl stepped aboard and asked if the bus was running or headed to the depot. I told her it was still in service, just waiting on a new driver. She thanked me, plopped down beside me, and after a few quiet minutes, we started chatting - anything to kill the boredom. Her name was Lily, a graphic design student. She'd been out with friends, but the night had soured. She confessed she'd had a rough time - drama with a friend who'd been eyeing the guy she liked. Then the tears came. She'd caught them making out, slapped them both, and stormed off. Before I could say much, she threw her arms around me. I hugged her back, and we sat there in silence for a bit. Finally, the new driver showed up, and the bus lurched forward. We still had a ways to go - turns out Lily lived just a few blocks from me. She stayed pressed against me, then looked up and pecked my cheek, thanking me for listening when she needed to vent. I brushed her tears away, told her no thanks were necessary - that's what strangers-turned-friends are for. She cracked a smile at that, then leaned in and kissed me - a quick peck at first, followed by a deeper, hungrier one. She shifted closer, her hand grazing my thigh, then brushing my crotch as she ran her fingers along my side. I went with it, sliding my hand up her back, unhooking her bra under her shirt - tricky, but I managed - and tracing down to her tight, round ass under a short leather skirt. Things heated up fast, our touches growing bolder, less subtle. I unbuttoned her top, nudged her bra aside, and latched onto her small, pink nipples - perky little peaks on pale, soft breasts that felt like heaven to tease. As I worked them, Lily unzipped me, freeing my dick, and started stroking, letting out soft moans, urging me to nibble gently - she loved it. We caught the driver sneaking glances in the rearview, and it only fueled us. Lily slid back beside me, bent down, and peppered my cock with quick, sweet kisses - tip to base. Then she dragged her tongue up the reverse path, lingering to suck my balls before gliding back to the head. With a sudden move, she took me deep, swallowing me whole. I nearly lost it - her warm breath washing over me, sending shivers of pleasure I'd never felt before. My balls tightened, but I wasn't ready to finish - it was her turn. I told her to stand. Slipping off her lacy blue thong, she got on all fours in front of me. I dove between her thighs, lapping at a neatly trimmed patch of blonde curls. She lowered herself slightly, letting me devour her fully, while I kneaded her breasts with one hand. The bus swayed, making it awkward, but we didn't care. I parted her lips, plunged my tongue inside, tasting her sweetness with every lick, nudging her clit with my nose. Her moans grew louder, less restrained, driving me wild - my erection throbbing harder by the second. After a few more minutes, swirling from her slit to her clit, she came - trembling, gasping - but we weren't done. Still quivering, Lily pounced, kissing me fiercely. She straddled me, legs wide, guiding my cock along her wet folds - not inside, just teasing, shuddering when our sensitive spots met. Then, without hands, she eased down, taking me in inch by inch until I was buried deep. We both sighed, eyes shut, as she started riding - slow at first, our lips locked, tongues tangling. As she picked up speed, our kisses turned sloppy, laced with groans. Her warmth coated me, slick and easy, our rhythm syncing perfectly. My balls slapped against her firm cheeks, her tits bouncing in my face. I caught them with my mouth, nipping lightly - she grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. We kept going, lost in it, until she came again - a shuddering, glorious mess. Her juices trickled down me, her heat seeping into my skin, and I was close too. She whispered she wanted it on her nipples. With a swift move, she hopped off, pressed her breasts around me, and worked me with a mind-blowing titjob - squeezing, sliding, occasionally flicking the tip with her tongue. When I couldn't hold back, she aimed me at her chest, and I unloaded - streams of cum painting her nipples as I collapsed, spent. Our stop was close, so she wiped off, and we dressed. A few minutes later, we reached it. As we headed for the door, the driver called out - jerking himself off, grinning, begging us to ride his shift again, loving the "show." Lily and I burst out laughing, bolted off the bus, and left him to finish alone. That night, we went our separate ways, but other nights? We crashed together, exploring a whole lot more...

I'd slept like crap that night and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. With it in hand, I wandered into the living room, cracked the window open, and flicked on the TV. Nothing but garbage was on, so I peered out at the street, hoping for something interesting. Just as I was about to call it quits and head back to bed, a light snapped on in the house across the way. A couple was going at it, full throttle. I killed the TV and nudged the blinds apart for a better view. The woman was perched on the windowsill, facing away from me, getting pounded hard by her guy. My shorts tightened as I sprang to life. I ditched them quick and started stroking myself, lost in the fantasy that I was the one railing her. Sure, my fiancée was just a room away, but she was out cold, and here I was, working my shaft. I could faintly hear the woman's moans, her blonde hair bouncing wild. Then they switched it up. Now she was kneeling on the sill, pressing her full chest against the glass. They weren't as big as my fiancée's, but a solid B-cup, easy. I jerked harder, feeling the pressure build, ready to blow - when a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I whipped around, startled, and there was my fiancée, standing behind me. She had on this sheer little nightgown, no underwear, the works. She glanced at what I was up to, cleared her throat, and said, "You think it's cool to spy on random couples screwing? " I froze, looked down at my throbbing self, then up at her. "I was just so turned on, and you were asleep..." I didn't get further - she yanked me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth. The tip of me brushed her flimsy nightgown, and I was pulsing again. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop, standing there naked. Her hands wrapped around me, pumping me back to full size. She tugged the skin back 'til it stung a little and flicked her tongue over the head. I sank onto the couch, and she followed, taking me in her mouth. We stretched out along the cushions, her ass hiked up high. I was close again, but this time I pulled back. I flipped her over so she faced the window, bent her over the armrest, and eased my rock-hard length into her tight heat from behind. She let out a soft moan and pushed the blinds wider to watch the show across the street. I thrust harder, deeper, and soon her body clenched around me. I slid out of her dripping core, spit on my fingers, and rubbed it around her backdoor along with her own wetness. Then I pressed in, gripping her hips as I sank into her ass. She gasped, loud and wild, as I moved inside her. My fingers found her clit, teasing, and she came again, squeezing me even tighter. She lurched forward, flipped onto her back, and told me to slide between her heavy breasts. She mashed them together, and I started thrusting, her tongue darting out to catch me now and then. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see the neighbors still going strong, and it fueled me. "Come on, drench me, you horny bastard! " she growled. I felt it surging, and seconds later, I unloaded - all over her chest, her face, some in her hair. She smeared it across her skin, eyes hazy, and stared at me. "Next time you're worked up, come to me - don't jerk off to strangers, got it? " I nodded, crystal clear, and watched her saunter back to bed.

I've just come back from training, since I'm single again I like to distract myself from my loneliness in the boxing gym. I let my aggression run free and afterwards I'm calm in person. It's also good for my body. Just before my driveway, I see the neighbor's little daughter selling freshly squeezed orange juice by the roadside. Not necessarily the most profitable business idea in this area, I think to myself, stop and buy up her entire supply of juice. I press 20 euros into her hand for the 2 liters of juice and enjoy her shining eyes. Behind her in the garden, her big sister is lying in the sun with a friend, stretching provocatively to show off her small tits. Her friend turns around and sticks her cute little bottom up in an extremely conspicuous way. The two of them whisper a little and giggle while I put my OJ in the car and promise to bring the little one her thermos flasks straight back. When I get home, I refill the OJ with tequila. As promised, I deliver the jugs and this time I get to look at both pretty teenage bottoms. This is not without consequences, someone gets excited in my training pants and I make sure I get home before I attract attention. Now I take a shower, then a couple of glasses of OJ and maybe jerk off to a hot story or a movie by X-Hamster. As I get out of the shower, applying cream to my freshly shaved cock and massaging it, I see two pretty girl's faces through the living room window staring at my part in disbelief and grinning cheekily. Since everything is already visible anyway, I don't even bother to cover myself up but open the balcony door and invite them in. As they pass by, my young neighbor's hand accidentally touches my slightly swollen cock, which she doesn't seem to notice. My cock, however, all the more so. The two of them sit down on the couch and I offer them a drink, they ask for a coffee. On the way to the kitchen, my increasingly swollen cock bobs back and forth with every step, I can feel my thick balls throbbing slightly, in short, I'm super horny. To get the situation back under control, I make a detour to the bedroom and jump into a pair of tracksuit bottoms and pull on a T-shirt. Then I come back with my coffee and sit down in an armchair with my glass of OJ. The fact that I've put something on doesn't necessarily go down well with my visitors. My young neighbor Nicole starts and tells me that she and Susanne would like to improve their pocket money and of course I ask what they would like to do. They tell me that their little sister told them how generous I was and that's when they decided to offer me their help around the house and in the garden. I take a quick look around and realize that although I don't really need any help, I can spend my free time in a more meaningful way than dusting and mowing the lawn, so I agree. We agree on the price and they start straight away. Nikki in the living room, Susi in the kitchen. I don't think it's appropriate to watch porn and jerk off now, so I postpone this plan until later. The two of them jump around me in their extremely short shorts and skimpy tank tops, dusting etc. Every time one of them bends over, my cock throbs and twitches. In short, my horniness increases with every minute and I find it very difficult to distract myself. Dick wants out, he screams for attention and my balls scream for release. To distract myself, I sit down at the computer and look for spare parts for my motorcycles and cars. However, this is not tolerated by the two of them. Whenever I've just sat down, one of them calls me to ask me a question. Where to put it, what is it, what do you need it for, etc. Nikki arrives in my bedroom, finds a box of pills and asks me what they are for and whether I am very ill. I can reassure her it's just Cialis and left behind from a one-night stand. Of course she keeps asking, so I explain to her that I don't need it and that the woman brought the stuff to try it out on me before trying it on her husband. So I was used as a guinea pig. Did it work? Yes. What effect did it have? I was horny all the time and even after the night of sex 3 times in a row I got a pipe every time I touched it. Would you take it again? It depends. I don't really need it and the possible side effects are too severe for me. Why did you keep it? I don't know, I was probably too lazy to throw it away. She is satisfied with that and as she passes by, her hand brushes my cock again. This time a little harder and her cheeky grin lets me know it's intentional. I leave the bedroom with a swollen cock, the bulge can't be hidden, Susi stands in front of me and looks at the bulge with amusement. She asks Nikki what she has done now, you can clearly see that she has already turned me on again. Nikki replies that she's not guilty and it's not her fault that my cock is half hard again. Susi comes up to me and grabs it without hesitation. She grips my cock through my pants and rubs it slowly. I moan, it feels soooo good and yet so wrong. The teen girl could easily be my daughter, besides, she's been working for me since today. She grins at me and sees my doubts, but just carries on and whispers: Nikki told me that you have a super hot big cock, she promised me that I would get to see it, but we didn't know exactly how to go about it. We had hoped that you would lie by the pool or go swimming today, but I didn't want to wait for that. That's why we made this plan. From behind, Susi pulls my T-shirt over my head, I try to stop her, then she grabs my sack and squeezes very hard. I groan and let her undress me. Pants down, cock twitching hard and with big balls, I stand in front of Susi who smiles in awe. She had achieved her goal. Nikki reaches around me and wanks my cock, Susi just watches and bites her lower lip. I just stand there quietly, moaning softly and enjoying the little girl's hand on my cock, feeling my balls swinging back and forth as she jerks me off faster and harder. I can feel it coming up, moan louder and say that I want her to make me cum so soon. Her second hand reaches through my legs and squeezes my big balls tightly together. It's almost painful and Susi pulls up her tank top, shows me her small tits and stiff nipples and strokes them. She watches as my cock starts to twitch, I thrust my pelvis forward harder and harder and fuck her girlfriend's hand. She says she's never seen that before and it's totally awesome. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter and she can hardly stand it. It's too much for me, I cum with a loud moan and although Susi is standing almost 2 meters in front of me I hit her face with the first squirt, her breast with the second and her stomach with the third. The rest just smacks the floor. She squeals briefly and then complains that I've stained it. I've made a mess on the floor too and they've only just cleaned it. All three of us are laughing, my legs are shaking and I tell them both that I need to sit down for a minute. I want to pull my pants back up, they clearly tell me to keep them where they are, we're not done with you yet. Okay, I think, there wasn't anything better on the agenda anyway and the weekend is still a long way off.

A little fantasy of mine that really turns me on!!! I am a passionate voyeur and love to watch other people. Whether nudist, in a swinger club or simply in everyday situations. To see their beautiful bodies, to feel their horniness and to guess their fantasies. I find that extremely hot and always get totally wet. Now to my fantasy: I often find myself sitting almost alone on the last train home in the evening, the day has been exhausting and a little distraction would be nice to clear my head. I'm wearing my business outfit, blue velvet high heels, a very short black skirt and a tight white blouse (the blue bra shows through a bit). So very sexy and provocative. Suddenly a handsome, taller, young man, maybe just 18-19, gets in. Also smartly dressed in a suit. What a coincidence that he gets on in my compartment. He sits down in the 4-seater block opposite me, looks at me and just says, "had a long day too? " "Very long and super exhausting, " I replied. He didn't say anything else and kept himself busy with his cell phone. I had put my legs on the bench opposite him, so my skirt was riding up a bit and he could see my legs clearly. I cheekily asked him if his girlfriend was already waiting at home, which he denied, saying that he was single and that my husband would be waiting. "No, he's at work" was my answer. I could clearly see him checking me out from top to bottom, his eyes wandered over my body and it really turned me on to see how his eyes wandered from my hot heels, over my legs, up to my much too tight blouse. He got a message and briefly looked at his cell phone again, which I used to undo two more buttons on my blouse and lean a little in his direction. The bra was now peeking out and he could easily see my cleavage. When he looked at me again to say something, his eyes almost fell out of his head and he couldn't get a word out. He just stared at my cleavage for a while and "wow" was the only thing he managed to say, more like thinking out loud than addressing me. He turned a little red and embarrassed, which I thought was very sweet. He then quickly looked away, he probably felt caught out and was visibly uncomfortable that he had so obviously looked at my breasts for about a minute. I love embarrassing men. To lighten the situation a little, I said to him "don't be shy, I've undone the buttons for you too, you can just look. He turned to me and asked, startled and timid, "Really? Just for me? Why? " I looked at him directly and replied, "You've had a long day, so I at least wanted to sweeten your evening a little". He smiled and just said that I had managed that. I asked him if he would like to sit over with me. He didn't hesitate for a second and sat diagonally opposite me. "You're super pretty and sexy" were the first words he said as he looked me up and down again. "Thank you too", I replied. I could now see that his pants were getting tighter and tighter and he was trying to hide it unnoticed with his hands. "You don't need to hide your hard-on" was my reaction. He stuttered "No, I don't". "Then put your hands away", I replied cheekily. He hesitated a little and took them away. A huge bump appeared, his face turned bright red and I looked at his crotch. "Wow, there must be a big cock hiding there, " I said and he didn't answer at first. Visibly shocked and embarrassed. I undid 2 more buttons and spread my legs a little, of course I didn't have any panties underneath and he could look at my wet pussy. Which he did without hesitation. "you, you, you, you don't have anything underneath", "no, it's warm", "horny pussy, you're already really wet", "I almost always am". Meanwhile, he started rubbing his bump and without saying anything, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Long, thick, with a bulging glans. "Sorry, but I'm so horny right now, is that ok for you? " he asked. "Of course, you have a very hot cock, jerk it off for me. You can also slide over, " I replied. I pulled my leg away briefly and he sat down right in front of me. I put my legs next to him and spread them a little wider so that he could look at my pussy. "Can I see your breasts? " he asked and I told him "You're welcome to unwrap them". He hesitated for a moment and then stood up, leaned forward and pulled the bra down, both plump tits were now facing him, the nipples already very hard and I whispered to him "you can touch them too, go ahead and touch them, I like them". By now I had his cock firmly in my hands and was wanking it, he squeezed my breasts hard and licked my nipples. I took one hand and slipped it under my skirt, his fingers slid straight into my wet pussy and he was very good at it. I enjoyed it for a while and his cock was already dripping with lust. I pushed him away and bent over, took his cock straight into my mouth and spoiled him. Suddenly he took my hair in his hand and started to push me onto his cock and this huge cock slid further and further into my mouth. I had to gag, tears ran down my face and drool ran out of my mouth, but at some point it was in until it hit me. He then fucked my mouth extremely hard and I found it so hot. He then pulled it out and shot a mega load of cum in my face. "Now fuck me really hard with the spanking" I moaned loudly. I turned around and knelt on the seat, stretched my wet hole towards him and he rammed this magnificent cock into me. It was so thick and long that it filled my pussy completely and also stretched it a little. He fucked me as hard as he could and as deep as he could. I was so horny that I pulled him out and squirted him. Then he put it back in and continued to fuck me. This went on a few more times until I came very hard and loudly. "I want to keep fucking you" was all I heard and I noticed that he was now rubbing his cock against my bottom, "put it in at last", I moaned to him and pressed my ass against his cock. He slowly pushed it in and started to fuck me, I felt this hot cock fucking deeper and deeper into me and I squirted a few more times while he fucked me horny. I got another orgasm and the young cock was ready to squirt his load on me again. I turned to him and held my tits out to him and shouted at him, "give me your cum, nice on my tits, come on, I need it". At that moment the second load came and poured over my tits. Then we both got dressed properly again, we had almost reached our destination. I got into the car completely full of cum and wet from squirting and went home to take a shower and then relax in bed.

You have now met my sister-in-law. Yes, we had a relationship. And it was a wonderful time. The danger we kept taking. We lived in the same neighborhood. And some of you may have seen us disappearing into each other's houses. Nevertheless, we didn't miss the opportunity to tease, provoke and challenge each other. So it happened that she came to visit me in the course of the morning. Sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee and chatting. At least that's what I thought. Her appearance alone that day was telling. She was wearing a summer dress. Her figure was very attractive. She had a somewhat sturdy build, a very attractive ass and breasts that were simply delicious. Large and beautifully shaped. I just have to say that. Anyway, you could see that there wasn't much fabric under the dress. And if there was, then the thong was very fine. Apart from the straps, I couldn't see a bra either. Due to their size, the breasts didn't stand up like small breasts, but as I said, they were shaped in such a way that you could still see her nipples when they stood up. On this day, they stood up several times. Sometime between the 2nd and 3rd cup of coffee, I plucked up my courage and went on the offensive. I just didn't want to believe that she was wearing a dress like that. I stood up as if to go into the apartment, caught another glimpse of her cleavage from above and then simply kissed her. She returned my kiss and we indulged in this kiss briefly before I moved on and disappeared under her dress with my hand, she immediately spread her legs and let me have my way. I quickly found her pussy and could quickly feel her getting wet under my touch. She slid a little further forward on the chair and spread her legs a little wider. I took my free hand and slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Her tits emerged and her nipples were already standing up. I let go of her lips and searched for her nipples with my tongue. I finally wanted to kiss them, play with them, spoil them. My tongue lapped at her nipples while I sucked her breasts in with my lips. She enjoyed my touch and let me have my way for quite a while before she started touching me. My baggy pants had large leg openings where her hand slipped in easily. My cock had been standing there the whole time, eagerly waiting to be massaged. Hesitant at first, she grabbed my cock more firmly and began to massage it according to her desire. I briefly considered getting a blowjob, but to be honest I was so horny that I just wanted to fuck her. So I took off her dress, pulled my pants down and pulled her ass forward on the chair. She didn't resist and held on to the chair when my cock was finally in front of her pussy. I looked at her briefly and she signaled to me that she wanted it too. My cock penetrated her and I felt so horny. Indescribable. I thrust my cock into her again and again and enjoyed the sight that presented itself to me. Her breasts bounced in time, she kept her legs spread and she began to moan out her pleasure quietly. I have to say, I was a little afraid that she might moan out loud. But she kept her mouth shut with her own hand while I kept penetrating her. My thrusts were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. And I had to control myself several times not to cum right away. And I also had to find out where I was squirting first. Every now and then I licked her nipples, which were standing up so beautifully, and she became a little more aroused as a result, which I could tell from her increasingly wet pussy. As I was fucking her, I suddenly felt my cock swell a little more and I was probably about to cum. My sister-in-law, who had apparently had more than one orgasm, must have sensed my thoughts. She slid her ass backwards so that my cock slipped out of her beautiful wet pussy. I looked at her a little horrified, but she immediately grabbed it with her hand, sat down and continued massaging my cock until I was able to squirt out my white juice. The first and second gushes landed on her tits, which she pushed upwards with her free hand. The rest dripped down her hand onto the floor. A little exhausted, I leaned forward and kissed her while I briefly fingered her again, which she gladly put up with. We then both went into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. She then finished her coffee and left without saying goodbye.