Race Car Widows

Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn't been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.


Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn't been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.

"Hello there," a voice called from somewhere. She searched the house and lawn. She finally spotted Shirley because of a cloud of smoke being exhaled into the shade on the upper deck. Shirley was sitting on the deck with her back against the tree, smoking a cigarette.

"Come on up," Shirley called.

"I'm..."

"Alicia, I know," she interrupted. I've known you lived next door since we moved in. I've been too busy to come over. It's good to see you," Shirley said, flicking her cigarette onto the driveway.

"I'll be glad when the Indie is over," Alicia said, climbing the stairs. Perry should be home for a while.

"Ray will be gone until the Winston. That's why we moved here," Shirley said, standing. "Come on in."

"I'd rather sit outside, it's so nice this afternoon," Alicia said, looking up at the breeze blowing through the trees. The house was surrounded by a pine forrest. It was beautiful. Her eyes went to Shirley, absolutely dazzling in her knitted white dress which showed her bra and panties beneath. It was quite an outfit.

"I know. I just love this deck," Shirley said, taking a seat at one of the tables. She motioned Alicia to a second chair. Alicia turned it and sat cowboy style. Since she was wearing a short skirt her black panties were as visible as Shirley's. Both women checked each other out thoroughly. It was more than a casual glance, and they both liked what they saw.

"I get so damned lonely," Alicia said. "All my friends are back in New York. I don't know anybody here, and when I go into town they look at me like I'm a tramp. They'd probably die if they knew that Perry and I are swingers," she said confidentially.

"You sleep with other men?" Shirley was aghast.

"Men and women," Alicia nodded. "The more the merrier."

"I wish I could be so free," Shirley sighed. Ray expects me to just sit at home and keep house. He has relatives around here who keep an eye on me."

"Fuck that, you're not a prisoner. Whenever you feel trapped call me, I'll come over."

"Thanks, it will be nice having a friend close by," Shirley smiled.

"Have you got anything to drink?" Alicia said, standing suddenly.

"Of course, how thoughtless of me. Come on in," she sprang to her feet and hurried through the doors. Alicia followed slowly, giving a careful glance around before she followed Shirley inside. She closed the glass filled doors and locked them. Shirley stood looking at her, glancing from her to the lock.

"Why did you lock it?" Shirley asked nervously.

"Because I'm going to try and seduce you and I don't want any of Ray's relatives peeking in," Alicia said, dropping her dress and stepping forward in only her black, transparent slip. She put her hands on Shirley's shoulders and pulled her close.

"Do you mind?" she asked, before giving Shirley a fiery kiss. Shirley responded immediately. Alicia knew she had found a kindred spirit. She knew it when Shirley started checking her out back on the porch. Shirley withered in her arms, pulling Alicia close. They kissed that way for several minutes. When they broke the kiss they remained standing, searching each other's body with nervous fingers while they tried to calm their breathing.

"It's time to make you more comfortable," Shirley said, taking the initiative. She sank down on her knees and pulled Alicia's slip down and off. She pushed Alicia back against a table, spread her legs, and pressed her mouth against Alicia's pussy.

"Oh God, you have no idea how much I needed this," Alicia gasped. Shirley smiled up into her eyes. Her tongue fluttered continuously, first between her buttery soft lips, then inside against her clit. Alicia felt her loins quivering. Fire began to rage inside her. Shirley probed deep inside her vagina, wiggled her tongue and sucked briefly, before going back to her clit. She remained there only a moment before moving on to the erogenous zone at the very top of her pussy. She tongued that for a moment and started licking her way around Alicia's pussy lips.

"Damned, you've done this before," Alicia gasped.

"Let's just keep that between you and me," Shirley said, giving Alicia's pussy a few more licks. I had a steady girl through high school, then initiations during college. It was fantastic," she said before going back to Alicia's pussy. Alicia moaned and cried for several minutes. Shirley suddenly stopped.

"Lay back on the table," she instructed with a slight push of her hand. "I need to get something."

Alicia waited, miserably half-finished, before Shirley reappeared with a gold dildo. Alicia gave her a big smile, laid back and spread her legs.

"This will be cold," Shirley said, putting the tip of the dildo in her mouth, before turning it on and adjusting it. She took the dildo in her left hand, licked Shirley a moment longer, then inserted the dildo into Shirley's wet pussy. Her flesh quivered around the vibrations of the dildo. She hissed and tightened her muscles. Shirley licked diligently, but the vibration of the dildo made a bitter taste in her mouth. She licked her lips unpleasantly and proceeded to give Shirley a good fucking with the dildo. She ran the dildo deep inside of Shirley, twirled it while plunging it in and out, then slid it over Alicia's clit. Alicia went wild. She threw her head from side to side and cried loudly.

She shuddered, glaring at Shirley. She grunted then her pussy began to spasm around the dildo. She threw her head back with a bang and cried softly. Hissing she shot up off the table and pulled he vibrator off her clit.

"Your turn," she said in a sultry voice. She stood Shirley before her, opened her dress and pulled down her panties. Shirley had a small, nearly hairless pussy that Alicia simply adored.

"Oh yeah," Alicia said in a low growl. She put her mouth against Shirley's pussy and licked vigorously while shaking her head from side to side. Shirley cried out, throwing her head back. She placed her smooth ass on the table and leaned back with her arms spread for support. Fire shot through her body with each stimulating lick of Alicia's small, stiff tongue.

Alicia gave Shirley a savage eating, while her soft hands roamed up and down Shirley's body. Shirley loved everything that Alicia was doing to her. She needed to be eaten roughly, an Alicia seemed to know that. The torturous licking and sucking was creating a huge fire in her pussy. She humped her pussy against Alicia's violent mouth, then grabbed her head and pulled, as the fire turned into an orgasm. She hunched her pussy against that lovely mouth, while grunting like an animal. Suddenly she arched her back and screamed, shuddering uncontrollably.

"That was a wonderful orgasm," Shirley said dreamily. She climbed slowly to her feet. The doorknob turned. Somebody tried the door, then pounded on it.

"Oh shit, that's one of Ray's relatives," Shirley said breathlessly. "Get dressed."

"Tell them to get fucked, this is your house," Alicia said, as she dressed.

"Please, I don't want any trouble," Shirley entreated. Alicia finished dressing, brushed down her hair and made her way to the door. A sour old woman stood glaring through the widow.

"I know what you are," she hissed in an evil voice as Alicia started to pass.

"No you don't bitch," Alicia said, slamming her hand into the old woman's crotch and fingering it briefly. "But if you ever want to find out, just come on over," Alicia winked.

The old woman gasped in outrage, then stood with her hand on her pussy, looking at Alicia thoughtfully as she negotiated the stairs.
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Renne's Dilemma

Renee sat up and stretched with a satisfying yawn. She listened to the sound of the sparrows singing their joyous song from the courtyard of her house. The bedroom was damp from the early morning dew. She had left her sliding glass doors open to cool the bedroom during the night. The ocean breeze felt good as it washed over her skin. The white curtains billowed, fluttering brightly in the morning sunlight. The raucous call of a sea gull floated in on the wind. They were so annoying, yet so beautiful. Several stalked majestically down at the water line, in their never-ending quest for food.


Renee sat up and stretched with a satisfying yawn. She listened to the sound of the sparrows singing their joyous song from the courtyard of her house. The bedroom was damp from the early morning dew. She had left her sliding glass doors open to cool the bedroom during the night. The ocean breeze felt good as it washed over her skin. The white curtains billowed, fluttering brightly in the morning sunlight. The raucous call of a sea gull floated in on the wind. They were so annoying, yet so beautiful. Several stalked majestically down at the water line, in their never-ending quest for food.

Renee started coffee, then made her way outside to the mailbox. She found several adds and a hand-penned note in a plain white envelope. She paused and opened it. It was an invitation from her neighbor for a dip in her hot tub. She had not met her neighbor yet, or knew anything about her other than the fact that she was about her own age, blonde, and single. It was signed Patricia with Pat in parentheses. She slid the note back into the envelope and tapped it a few times, deep in thought. Yes, she would meet Pat. A hot tub was a good way to get acquainted.

Renee approached her neighbor's door and knocked. "Hello?"

"In here," a voice called from behind a screen door. Renee opened the door and stepped inside. Pat was making tea. They sat, drank, and got acquainted.

"You bring a suit?" she asked gaily.

"No, I..."

"No problem. I have a million. Come on," she pulled Renee into the bathroom. There were several bikini's hanging from a retractable clothes line.

"I need to pee," Renee said in embarassment.

"Go ahead," Pat flicked her fingers at the toilet. Renee stood in indecision, then finally sat on the toilet. She peed uncomfortably, seeing Pat's covert glances. When she wiped her pussy she saw Pat's hungry look and began regretting her visit. Pat insisted that she change while sitting on the toilet. She was aware of Pat's hands against her leg as she slid the bottoms up to mid-thigh and tied them. A sudden revelation came to Renee. Pat was a lesbian. There was no doubt in her mind. Now her concern was how would she handle it. Would she run screaming from the house, stay and enjoy it, or pretend that nothing was happening?

"I like your dolphin," Pat said, running a hand over her abdomen then down, gently touching her pussy. Renee nearly jumped off the toilet. She gasped repeatedly, stiffening and looking down in horror. She was not prepared, she... It felt wonderful, truly wonderful. Few men had come around lately and even fewer knew how to treat a woman. Pat was very knowledgeable in too damned many things. Just when Renee was about to jump up and run out screaming, Pat changed tactics and pulled up the red bikini and finished tying it into place.

"There," she said joyfully. "The hottub is this way," she led the way to the deck. They eased into the warm water with sighs of enjoyment.

"There's nothing like a hottub," Pat gasped.

"It's nice," Renee agreed, beginning to relax.

"If I could lug my stove and fridge out here I would never leave it," Pat laughed, running her hand over her long legs. "I look enough like a prune already, I really don't need to shrivel up in water."

"I think you look fine for your age."

"Thanks," Pat smiled. "Hey, if you want a real treat, take your top off and let the water caress your breasts," Pat said, following her own advice. She opened the front of her suit and her breasts popped out, grateful for their freedom. Renee couldn't resist, she allowed her own breasts to be free as well. She felt sinfully free. Pat ogled her breasts for a while, then reached out and grabbed one of Renee's shapely legs. She ran her hands up and down the leg, massaging and arousing her. Renee closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax. She suddenly decided to go along with Pat. She was sure she would enjoy it. She felt Pat's hands go to the bikini bottoms and tug. She raised up and allowed the bikini to be pulled from her body. She squirmed as the water tickled her naked pussy.


Pat held the bikini bottoms in her mouth for a moment, then spit them aside with a giggle. Her eyes went to the pronounced mound and she gasped in appreciation. It was as smooth as a baby's butt. She ran her hand over the dolphin on her abdomen then down to the smooth lips of her pussy. She shivered in excitement. Her eyes went to Renee's face. Renee had her eyes tightly screwed shut, simply waiting.

Pat laughed in delight. "You can open your eyes and look," she said, laughing again.

"Not yet. You go ahead without me," Renee said, opening one eye.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"I've never gotten around to it somehow. I always meant to try it. Can we get on with it before I shake myself to pieces?"

"Certainly," Pat said, leaning forward and kissing Renee's soft mound. Renee squealed in excitement. Her eyes flew open and followed Pat's every movement. With a mesmerized look, she saw the soft red lips approaching her pussy again, then kissing lightly.

"Oh lord," Renee breathed.

"You like that?" Pat asked as she kissed briefly in one place then moved on to another. She kissed her way around Renee's pussy, then planted a long and loving kiss right on her pronounced pussy lips.

"Oh God yes," Renee said in a rush. "There is fire shooting everywhere. Even my ass is on fire."

"Good," Pat said before pressing her lips against Renee's pussy and sliding her tongue inside. Renee squealed loud enough to frighten the sea gulls. They scolded as they circled overhead and looked down in amazement. Renee held on to the edges of the hottub and looked up at the sea gulls and their guilty stares. She licked her lips and grunted as Pat's tongue delved deep inside her pussy and flickered there. Occasionally her energetic tongue struck her clit and concentrated on driving her insane by flicking against the tiny bud, then it would move on to the very top, or the moist hole at the bottom. No matter where the tongue went, it delighted Renee. She shivered and nearly went under. She caught herself waving recklessly and pulling herself back up with great effort.

"Roll over," Pat said laughing. She pulled away as Renee flailed, then rolled over on her knees. She grabbed the edge of the hottub and rested her face on her hands. She felt very exposed with her ass open to Pat's wild manipulations. Pat's hot tongue touched her asshole first. She clenched her fists and endured the great heat and pleasure emanating from the small rubbery ring. She felt Pat's tongue wiggling like a snake, trying to get into it's hole. She wished that it could find a way inside. What a glorious feeling that would be.

"You have an absolutely delicious ass," Pat said from behind her. Her hands massaged Renee's full, rounded ass cheeks. Renee giggled, then lay waiting. Pat fell to licking her ass and pussy with a ferocious appetite. Pulling Renee's ass cheeks far apart, she flicked her tongue up and down in Renee's moist canal. The tip of her tongue struck Renee's swollen clit and made her whine and jump.

Pat feasted on Renee's vulnerable ass and pussy. She ignored the slight taste of chlorine in search of the rich taste of woman. She supped on Renee's large pink pussy lips, biting and pulling them between licks. Renee had never felt anyone who knew so much about eating a woman's pussy. It was frightening, the control that Pat had over her body. Pat's tongue began sliding in and out of her vagina, tongue fucking her from behind. She whimpered lightly. She could hear Pat's moans of pleasure and an occasionally wet lick in the folds of her flesh. She heard the sucking lips working on her vagina, trying to draw the nectar from her body. She bit her lip and cried lightly, with her face buried in the back of her arm.

Pat's strong hands were clamped onto her legs, holding her in place. She bobbed slightly, floating on the gloriously warm water, like a baby in a womb. The tongue in her ass was incredible. No man had ever stimulated her like Pat was. No man ever could.

"Oh God, I need relief!" Pat gasped, releasing Renee's thighs and allowing them to sink beneath the surface. Renee stiffened in fear. She had never gone down on a woman before and doubted if she could. Would Pat stop eating her pussy if she could not return the favor?

"I... I don't..."

"Relax, there are many ways of making a woman happy," Pat said gleefully. "Roll over on your back and I will show you," she said, doing the same on the opposite side of the hottub. Renee rolled over on her back. Pat pressed her own shaved pussy against her's and grabbed Renee's legs in a strong grip. Renee grabbed one of Pat's legs and pulled her tightly against her own pussy. As Pat began humping against Renee, Renee got into the rhythm and slid her own bald pussy against Pat's. It felt wonderful. She began humping her pussy faster and faster. Renee smiled over at her and ground her wet pussy against Renee's with a savage joy.

"You see? Isn't that wonderful?"

"Oh yes," Renee gasped in pleasure and relief. "Oh God yes."

The sound of wet skin rubbing against the fiberglass tub blended with the moans of pleasure. The bubbles from the tub seemed to tickle the soft, vulnerable flesh rubbing against each other. Fire filled their bodies. Renee clung desperately to the long soft leg in her grip. She hunched her pussy against Pat's with blinding speed. She felt the fire of such friction filling her entire body. By the pants and moans of Pat, she assumed the blonde woman was feeling the same.

"Oh yes," Pat shouted in pleasure. She felt her pussy beginning to spasm against Renee's. She felt the first internal quivers of a devastating orgasm. She rubbed harder and faster. Renee screamed out, either in pleasure or lust. Pat's pussy began spasming uncontrollably. She squealed and stopped rubbing, holding Renee's legs in a rigid pose. But Renee had not yet begun to cum. She insisted on rubbing and grinding against Pat's sensitive pussy despite the pain she was causing her. Thankfully, Renee's own pussy began to orgasm and for one brief period they were shaking and moaning in unison. All too quickly they relaxed. Renee nearly slid beneath the surface of the water. She splashed and clawed at the sides until she resurfaced.

"Ten minute break, then we start all over again," Pat said with a smile. Renee moaned and nodded. Needless to say, they became very good friends. Renee spent a great deal of time in Pat's hottub, or just in Pat.

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Thanks For Dinner

Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.


Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.

Sally climbed out of the Escort with a moan of pain. Her legs hurt her back ached, and she had a throbbing headache that just wouldn't go away. She grabbed her suitcase and rang her grandmother's doorbell.

"Sally!" Grandma Mildred cried with joy. She hugged Sally and pulled her into the house. Mildred took the suitcase out of Sally's hand and dropped it in the hallway, while pulling her along behind her.

"Sally, I want you to meet somebody," she said, pulling her into the kitchen. "This is Bob, the young man who fixes up around here for me. I just couldn't live without him," Mildred said breathlessly. Sally found a tall, middle aged man standing in Mildred's kitchen. He set his coffee on the table and quickly shook hands with Sally. For a young man he was fairly old. Sally wasn't an expert, but she guessed that Bob was between 45 and 50. Of course he was young by Mildred's standards. She had just turned 65.

"It's a pleasure," he said enthusiastically. "Your grandmother has been telling me about you. But she didn't mention the fact that you were awesomely beautiful," he said, frowning at Mildred. Mildred laughed, as was expected of her. Sally noticed his eyes on her breasts. She felt a warmth fill her chest. She knew her nipples had turned hard. She saw Bob lick his lips, before turning back to his coffee. She glanced at the front of his pants furtively. His dick was as hard as rock. It was Sally's turn to lick her lips. He was twice her age, but a dick was a dick and she wanted to feel something between her legs.

Bob and Sally went to the living room, while Mildred worked in the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of turkey and pie floated out to them in the living room.

"It smells wonderful," Bob said. His eyes strayed to Sally's legs. She sat facing him in an overstuffed chair. Her dress lay open revealing her legs clear up to her upper thighs. After seeing Bob's hard cock, Sally desperately wanted to be fucked by him. She was flirting.

"Time to eat," Mildred called from the dinning room.

"I could use some of that," Sally whispered, surprising even herself with such a lewd comment.

"What?" Bob asked in stunned surprise. Sally only giggled.

Dinner was wonderful, as usual. Mildred was the best cook that Sally knew. With her parents divorced, it was more diplomatic to spend holidays at grandma's house, than choosing between one of her jealous parents. Besides, her mother couldn't cook worth a dammed.

"I hope you young people don't mind," Mildred whispered after eating, "but I need to take my afternoon nap. Eating makes me sleepy."

"No problem, grandma. I will talk to Bob for a while, then go shopping," Sally said airily. But her mind was on other things. She saw the ripple of muscles in Bob's shirt as he reached for plates on the table. It was time to see what he was packing between his legs. Sally watched thoughtfully while Mildred made her way to the bedroom. In a moment the door closed behind her.

"Can I have a banana?" Sally asked coyly. Bob pulled a banana from the bunch and handed it to Sally. His hand lingered on her's for a moment. She pealed the banana and began eating it suggestively. Bob smiled, licked his lips again and looked towards Mildred's door.

"She won't wake up for several hours," Sally said while unbuttoning her blouse. She opened it to reveal a black, lacey bra. She reached down and unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall open beneath her. She slid the cups of her bra down and allowed him to admire her large pink nipples.

"My God," Bob whispered, moving closer. He leaned down and sniffed her stocking covered knee, then kissed it softly. His hands ran up and down her soft legs. Impulsively, he reached down and hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them off.

"I want you to get another banana, stick it inside of me and eat it," Sally whispered. She turned on the chair and spread her legs. As she waited, she shivered with pent-up emotions. She had never been so lewd or so forceful in her entire life. This was all new to her, but she liked it.

Bob grabbed another banana without hesitation, pealed it, and positioned it between Sally's legs. He slid it inside of her pussy slowly, watching her eyes as he did it. She was watching his face, until the banana slid inside her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Bob slid it in and out several times, then pulled it from her pussy. Slowly and deliberately he put the banana in his mouth and bit the end off.

Sally moaned and rippled on the chair. She was very horny. Her eyes were glued to the banana in his mouth. As he chewed with a show of great enjoyment, he held the banana in front of her mouth and waited. She hesitated for only a moment, before she bit off part of the banana and chewed it deliberately. The slight trace of juice on the banana was wonderful. She had gone down on a few women in her life, so pussy juice was no surprise.

"Eat me," Sally commanded. He brought his mouth forward without hesitation and kissed her moist pussy. The skin felt so soft on his mouth. He licked his lips and found they had the slight taste of salt and banana. He extend his tongue and began lashing her pussy diligently. Sally moaned and moved on the couch, feeding her hot pussy to his eager lips.

"Oh, this is so good," Bob moaned around her delicious young flesh. He had not eaten a sweet young pussy in decades, and never expected too again. But Sally seemed to be attracted to older men. Thank God.

"Oh yes," Sally moaned. She was biting her lips, with her eyes closed and head back on the arm of the chair. Bob had a long, agile tongue and he knew how to please a woman. He had been doing it for most of his 50 years.

Sally sat up, pushed him away and helped to strip him with shaking hands. In a moment she had his firm cock in her hand. Without hesitation she touched her lips to his pulsating manhood and licked the tip. He moaned only slightly. She slid her lips down on his cock in a sensuous manner, fully tasting the warmth of his skin and smelling the aroma of a man. She closed her eyes and moaned in enjoyment. The cock stiffened even more after she had worked on it for a while.

Sally wet his cock nicely, then yanked his pants he rest of the way off. He stepped out of them and turned to sit in the larger couch nearby. Sally jumped on his lap and immediately sank down on his cock. She rode it slowly, enjoying the great stiffness inside her. She was full and happy. She bounced on his cock while watching the expression on his face.

He held her waist and helped her ride on his cock. His eyes were glued to her magnificent breasts and the large pink nipples facing him. He leaned forward and filled his mouth with her pointed nipple, sucking like a baby as she rode his hard, hot pole. He bit down lightly and pulled the nipple through her teeth. She hissed and held him in a stronger grip. She pulled him forward and fed the stiff hot nipple to his lips.

"You taste delicious," he whispered.

"So do you," she smiled.

"So do you fuck my grandmother?" she asked matter- of-factly as she bounced steadily in his lap.

"Not so far, but I might if she let's me. If she's half as good as you, I will be a lucky man."

Sally wanted to feel more cock inside her. She stopped and lifted one leg, sliding off his lap despite his objections. She turned and sat on his cock with a sigh of satisfaction. The cock slid well up inside her. After a little initial discomfort, she sighed as her pussy expanded to accommodate the huge pulsating member. She slowly began rising up and slamming her pussy back down on his cock. He held her in a death-grip, unable to withstand the extreme pleasure he felt in his crotch. She was so soft and hot on his lap. Her young glistening skin smell and felt wonderful. Suddenly they heard a sound from Mildred's bedroom. Bob's eyes widened in horror. Sally froze, listening intently. She leaped off his lap, leaving his stiff cock wagging behind her. She grabbed her clothes and beckoned him upstairs. He followed, hearing Mildred's door open as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs.

With a giggle, Sally fell to the bed and tossed her clothes on the floor. Bob turned and locked the door, then added his clothes to the pile on the floor. He leaped to the bed and crawled closer on his knees.

Sally sank before him and claimed his wilting cock in her warm red lips. He hissed in surprised pleasure as he watched her hot, sweet lips taste her own juices. It was a very erotic sigh.

"Oh yes," he moaned in a restrained voice. She smacked her lips, pulled them off with a smile, then pushed him down on the bed. She waited until he got into position, then straddled his body and eased herself down on his cock again.

"Sally?" Mildred's voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Sally giggled as she rode his stiff cock. She put her hot little hands on his chest and humped madly on his stiff cock. He gave a low moan. The pleasure in his loins was intense.

Hot boiling fire was churning in his loins. He mashed her tight little ass in his hands as it bounced on his abdomen. In a moment Sally began panting and bouncing harder. Raising her voice to a dangerous level, she whimpered as she smacked her sweet ass down against his pelvis. It took only a few strokes to bring them both to an orgasm.

Bob held her firm ass in his grasping fingers, massaging the rigid flesh uncontrollably. Sally struggled to keep from screaming as her pussy clenched around his spurting penis. She could feel the liquid fire of his cum filling her vagina. She rode lightly, pushing her pussy forward and back, absorbing all the pleasure she could withstand, until her quivering pussy finally relaxed and released his wilting cock. She rolled off his prone body and fell exhausted to the bed. She smiled at him, then wiped a smudge of lipstick from his cheek.

"Thank you," he said with a fond smile.

"It was mutual," she said, hopping up off the bed and dressing quickly. "Now you can help me with dishes."

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The Race

Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.

"Three, two, one, go!" he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.

As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him.


Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.

"Three, two, one, go!" he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.

As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him. He grimaced in annoyance and turned away from her.

"This is the Hotel Bon Air, not the olympics," her amused voice came from over his shoulder.

"No shit," he growled, looking down at the skinny girl.

"So what are you doing?"

"Trying to qualify for the swim team. This is the only olympic sized pool in town," he said, starting to leave.

"Good luck. I could beat you," she scoffed.

"Yes, of course you can," he said sarcastically

"Oh, I can," she assured him. "Your stroke is too short and fast, you are holding yourself too high out of the water. You kick too hard, wasting more energy than you use. I could beat you by ten full seconds and never be out of breath."

"Would you please go away and stop wasting my time."

"Would you like a second opinion?"

"Sure, go find me another skinny girl and I'll ask her advice on swimming."

"You could ask my coach."

"What coach?" Phil said, out of patience.

"My swim coach, Bob Abrahms," she pointed to an old man in the background. He started to scoff, then looked more closely at the man. He did look like a professional coach.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. We race and if I beat you, you do anything I say. If you win, we can have sex in any position you want. Deal?"

"Deal," he said, diving into the water. He heard her splash just seconds behind him, but seconds were critical. His lips curled in a smile as he thrashed through the water. He reached the far end, kicked off and started for the opposite side with a new burst of energy. He saw a movement from the corner of his eye and was horrified to see it was the girl, several lengths ahead of him. He did his best, but he was beaten already. He took his time after she reached the end of the pool. She wiped the water from her face and looked down at him with a smile.

"What room?" she asked.

"I... I don't have a room."

"Room twelve," she pointed to the room above the pool, "in ten minutes."

He watched the sway of her skinny ass as she walked away. As he looked around the pool he noticed that he wasn't the only one. Ok, so she was kind of cute, and athletic, in a skinny sort of way, just like a swimmer...

"Lock the door," she said as he stepped into the room. She was butt naked. Her tits were kind of underdeveloped, but that made them even more exciting. He locked the door and strolled confidently toward the bed. She patted the bed beside her. He sat, she rolled over, jerked his swimtrunks down and took his cock in her hand.


She gave him one sultry glance before she took his cock into her mouth and sucked. He stiffened and leaned back. Her mouth was very hot. Her tongue touched here and there all over his sensitive skin. She swirled her tongue over the end of his hardening cock and he moaned.

"Easy," he whispered.

"Too much for you?" she challenged.

"Oh... oh, you want to play that game," he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She squealed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and held her until she settled down. He turned her, still holding her ankles, until she lay flat on her back.

He pulled her legs open and leaned down, close to her pussy. She held her ass up off the bed so her pussy was at mouth level. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and began fluttering his tongue against her clit. She moaned and gasped as his tongue delved into her sweet little pussy. He sucked her juices from her vagina first, then began tickling her clit.

He loved going down on this small girl. Her pussy was shaved, all but a finger width of light brown hair right up the middle. He sucked on her clit and clamped it between his teeth. She screamed a little and tried to jerk away.