Ann Marshall wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, smoothed out her long black hair, and gazed around the room. Everything looked perfect, she thought to herself. It had taken a long time to move all of her furniture and belongings into her new condo, but the job was finally finished. She was about to head for the shower when the doorbell rang.
She swung the door open and there stood a young woman with short, black hair and coalblack eyes, wearing a tight, red dress and black, high-heeled shoes.
"Hello," greeted the woman. "My name is Becky, I'm the manager of this building. I just want to welcome you and to make sure that everything is all right with the apartment. I see you've moved everything in already."
"Yes, I've just finished bringing in the furniture. Everything seems in order except for the garbage disposal. I'd appreciate it if you could send someone up to fix it."
"I'll be glad to," Becky replied. "If you ever need anything or if you ever have any questions just let me know. I'll be glad to help." She smiled at Ann, then turned and walked away.
"Well, now for a bath," Ann said out loud.
After drawing a tub of hot water, she lowered herself into it and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a long day and she was tired. She examined her body with her hands. At thirty-five years old and recently divorced, she was now all alone and on her own. She did not regret leaving her husband, for they were constantly fighting and arguing with each other, and it had become unbearable for her to live with him. However, she missed his hands on her body, and the way he used to make love to her. She longed for his throbbing cock deep inside of her pussy.
She explored her body moving her hands over her large tits, her flat stomach, and her soft, moist cunt. She probed her pussy with two fingers, while thinking about her future. She would have to look for a job tomorrow. Things wouldn't be as easy for her now. She would have to support herself and learn to be independent.
Spreading her legs wide, she inserted her fingers deeper into her cunt. A small cry escaped her lips. Slowly and deliberately, she explored the deep recesses of her long, dark pussy. Her hips writhed in rhythm to her fingers, and she knew that she was ready to come. Her hungry pussy was on fire. The doorbell brought her back to reality.
"Shit," she yelled in frustration. "I was so close." She stepped out of the tub, pulled on her panties and an old shirt, and ran to the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"I'm the janitor. I've come to fix your garbage disposal."
She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tight blue jeans.
"Come in," she said with a smile. She led him into the kitchen and watched as he repaired the broken disposal. "You don't look like a janitor," she said.
"I just do this part-time," he said. "I go to school at night. I'm studying to be a computer programmer."
She studied him from head to toe as he worked, marveling at his strong shoulders and huge chest, and the large bulge in his tight jeans.
"It should work all right now," he said, "I'm sure I fixed it." He put away his tools and rose to leave.
"Great," she said, then hastily added. "Why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee? I've gotta fresh pot already made."
"Sure I'd love to," he said. He followed her over to the kitchen table and sat down. He couldn't help but notice her long, beautiful legs and her large tits.
The top buttons of her shirt were open and when she leaned over to pour his coffee, she gave him an unobstructed view of her exposed tits. In a glance, his eyes took in her smooth, ripe tits. The pink nipples beckoned enticingly. He looked into her hungry eyes and remarked, "You've got a gorgeous body."
His eyes now followed the curve of her hips and her large, shapely ass, barely covered by her old shirt. He could control himself, no longer. He removed the coffee pot from her hand and set it on the table. Next, he sat her on the edge of the table, ripped open her shirt, and buried his face in her lush tits, biting and kissing them fiercely. Ann clamped her arms around his head and drew him to her tightly. Sighing deeply, he yanked her panties down to her ankles, and she kicked her legs free and spread them wide.
"Oh yes, you big stud. You know what I need. Fill my big, hungry pussy up. Fuck the shit out of me," she begged.
After fumbling with his zipper, he finally pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing one of the largest cocks that Ann had ever seen. She was sure that it wouldn't fit into her sweet cunt, but he rammed the hard, throbbing prick into her with such fierceness that it plunged in up to the hilt and caused her to cry out in pain. However, he was beyond caring now. He was out of his mind with passion. He pulled her legs up over his broad shoulders and rammed his big cock into her sweet, aching cunt. He pounded her poor pussy again and again as hard as he could.
"That's it, you big stud. You big-cocked bastard! Fuck me hard! Don't ever stop!" she pleaded. By now, Ann, herself, was consumed by hot lust. She met his savagee attack with one of her own, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his plunges with perfect timing.
Ann panted, her eyes rolled in their sockets as the heat from his monstrous cock scorched her steaming pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound my sweet pussy, hard!" she groaned. It was a glorious feeling to have her cunt filled so completely and she squirmed on the edge of the table as the blond janitor, standing before her, rammed his hard cock deep into her wet pussy.
"You sweet bitch! You fucking whore! You fuck so good! Aah! Ughhhh! Ohhhh!" he howled as he felt her cunt muscles tighten around his throbbing cock. He kissed her hard on the lips and plunged his tongue into her open mouth. He sucked on her tongue and their pulled his huge prick out of her wet pussy and rubbed it on her clit.
"Please! Put it back in! Put it back! Fuucckkk meeeec!" she screamed. Immediately, she reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock and shoved it into her hungry pussy. She smiled in delight as she felt him plunge the hard cock back in her pussy, deep and hard. She tightened her cunt muscles around his pulsating prick, happy to be filled up again. Then, as he began pounding her cunt once more, she bounced her big, shapely ass wildly up and down on the table. There was nothing she liked better than a good fuck.
He ravaged her. He pounded her cunt faster and faster with blinding speed as she clung to him desperately. His big cock made squishing noises as it rammed into her juicy pussy. He could feel his juices building up inside him and he knew he was ready to come.
"I'm almost ready! You sweet bitch! I'm going to drown you with my cum!"
"Meeee tooooo!" she howled as she felt her cunt juices started flow. "Ohhhhh!" she screamed as her juices flooded her pussy and his big cock and ran down his legs.
His orgasm was shattering. He slammed her wet cunt with furious blows of his cock, which jarred her whole body. His hairy balls slapped against her cunt lips with each thrust. Finally, he could hold back no longer, and he shot his white cum deep into her greedy pussy until it flowed over her thighs and onto the table.
The last waves of their intense orgasm blew their minds and sent them both sprawling to the floor, their sweaty bodies locked in each other's embrace.
"Wow, that was great," he whispered as he slowly got to his feet and began putting on his clothes.
"Why don't you stay awhile?" she asked. "It's been a long time since I felt so completely drained." She lay on the floor, spread-eagled, rubbing her sopping wet cunt.
"I really have to get back to work," he answered. His cock was already sore, and he had no desire to go a second round with this tigress.
"Well, I hope I see you again soon," she called to him as he walked out the door.
She rose and walked towards the bathroom thinking that maybe living alone wouldn't be so bad after all.
Jenny Thomas lay naked on the shag carpeting watching television. The soft fibers of the rug caressed her stomach and thighs, and the warm, afternoon sun shining through the window, reflected off her golden hair. Her husband, Roger, lay beside her, asleep.
"Honey," she said, "are you awake?" She reached over and squeezed his cock, which caused him to stir. "Let's make love again, Roger. I want you to fuck me again." She continued fondling his soft cock until he was wide awake.
"I can't, Jenny," he said, irritated. "We just did it a few minutes ago. I'm not Superman." He rose and walked into the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.
"I'm going to get dressed and walk down to the drugstore to get some cigarettes. Do you want anything?" he asked.
"No thank you," she said. She rolled over onto her back and placed her hand on her cunt, caressing the soft, blonde hair. Her marriage was not going well, she thought. She could not quite put her finger on the problem. Perhaps, they were bored with each other. Perhaps, they were just bored with the everyday routines of living together – waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, Roger going to work, coming home from work, eating dinner, going to bed, getting up again in the morning. Even the sex was not as much fun as it was when they were first married. There was no longer any mystery or excitement in it. Roger often left her unfulfilled, which caused her to look for sex, more and more often, outside of her marriage.
"Honey," Roger called to her, interrupting her thoughts, "I'm down to my last clean shirt. Could you take the dirty ones down to the washer while I'm gone?"
"All right, I will," she called back as the door closed behind him. She didn't quite know what to do about her shaky marriage, but she knew that she would have to do something. She still loved her husband, and she was determined to save her marriage by whatever means it took.
She dressed in a skirt and blouse, not bothering with her panties or bra, enjoying the wild, free feeling, and hastened down the hallway to the laundry room.
"Hello," a voice called to Jenny as she entered the laundry room.
"Hello there," answered Jenny. She stood facing a small, red-haired woman with green eyes that Jenny thought were the prettiest she had ever seen. The woman could not have been more than five feet tall. She wore a white tee-shirt and tight cut-off jeans, which revealed her plump, well-rounded tits, her slim waist, and her shapely ass and hips.
"You must have just moved in," said the red-haired woman. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?"
"Jenny," she answered. "My husband and I moved here two and a half weeks ago. What's your name?"
"My name is Sarah. I'm married also. We've been living here for six months now. We're both teachers at the local high school. What about you? Do you work?"
"No, I'm just a housewife," she answered. "Roger, that's my husband, is a manager at the First Union Bank." She loaded her clothes into the washer as she talked.
"That sounds interesting," said Sarah as she took her clothes out of the dryer and loaded them into a basket. "Look, I'm having friends over for dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you and Roger join us? It would give you a chance to meet new people in the building."
"Sure I'd love to," said Jenny.
"Great, come over about seven o'clock. We live in number twelve-oh-one." She picked up her basket of clothes and walked back to her apartment.
Jenny watched as the small, red-haired woman walked away and found herself admiring the woman's ass and legs. She seemed like a nice person, but there appeared to be something mysterious about her, Jenny thought. She turned on the washer and walked away, unable to put Sarah out of her mind.
She decided to go down to the rental office and talk to the manager before returning to her own apartment. There was a faucet leaking in her bathroom that was driving her crazy, and she wanted it fixed as soon as possible.
She stepped in the elevator and pressed the button labeled "lobby". There were two teenaged boys on the elevator and Jenny could see their eyes widen at the sight of her.
"Wow, what a piece of ass!" one said to the other.
"Look at those tits and that ass!" the other said.
Jenny smiled at the boys heckling and decided to tease them a little. Remembering that she wasn't wearing any panties, she deliberately bent over and pretended to wipe a smear from one of her shoes.
This movement caused her skirt to rise up over her bare ass, exposing all her female charms to the boys' eyes. They stood staring at her big, shapely ass, her hairy cunt lips, and her delicious thighs.
At that moment, the elevator door opened at the main lobby, and the two boys, frightened by their first lewd look at a woman's pussy, ran of and disappeared out the front door. Jenny, amused by the whole episode, stood up and walked off the elevator and across the lobby to the manager's office.
There was no one in the front office, but Jenny noticed a light coming from one of the back rooms. She walked over to investigate. The door was cracked open just a little, but she could see clearly what was taking place inside the room.
Becky Scott, the manager, was sitting in her chair with her dress pulled up to her waist. She had her head thrown back, and her legs, spread wide open, were propped up on the desk.
She had a long, thick banana in her hand, and she was shoving this in and out of her juicy pussy with slow, rhythmic motions, while her hips and her big ass shook uncontrollably, and her large tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
Jenny stared in amazement at the sight of this gorgeous woman ramming that banana into her sweet, wet pussy. She heard the woman's moans and whimpering become louder and saw that big, beautiful ass shaking and rocking with increasing vigor. This caused her to become extremely aroused, and she reached under, her skirt and shoved two fingers into her own little pussy, which by now was already hot and wet. "Ahhhh!" she whimpered under her breath as she watched the banana disappear into the woman's cunt. She could hear squishing noises coming from the woman's sopping wet pussy, and when she saw Becky thrust the banana inside her pussy in one vicious jab, Jenny almost fell off her feet as she imagined that it was her own aching cunt that was being stuck.
"Ughhbhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned as she rubbed her pussy, moving her hands over her throbbing clit. The juices flowed over her fingers as she massaged her swollen cunt. Again she thrust her two fingers into her wet pussy and trembled as the orgasm began to rock her.
The sight of Becky's big, ripe pussy being violated by a banana and the thrusting of her fingers into her own little cunt was too much for Jenny and she came violently. She held back her screams as jolts of pleasure spread through her loins.
However, she was still not satisfied. She wanted the contact of another warm body. Urged on by her own lustful desires, she removed her blouse and skirt, entered the room, and walked up to Becky.
The manager was shocked at the sight of Jenny standing before her completely naked. She feasted her eyes on Jenny's beautiful, large tits and her long, sun-tanned legs. She stood up and embraced the woman, her mouth coming down on Jenny's mouth in a long, passionate kiss. She probed Jenny's mouth with her tongue and massaged her tits and cunt with her expert fingers.
Jenny was busy herself. She reached down and grabbed Becky's ass in both hands and began squeezing the big, delicious cheeks.
They continued like this for some time, probing and exploring each other's bodies, then they sank down on the floor together.
"I want to eat your yummy pussy!" Jenny whispered as she spread Becky's legs and buried her face in the young woman's big, ripe cunt. Her tongue flickered over the clit briefly then darted into the dark, wet abyss, lapping up the cunt juices and causing the manager to thrash wildly about the floor.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! EEEEEEE!!" screamed Becky as the dart-like tongue jolted the sensitive walls of her pussy. "Yesssssss! You whore! You sweet bitch! Ohhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeee!" She groaned as Jenny's tongue wreaked havoc on her sensitive cunt.
Becky spread her thighs wider as Jenny's tongue tasted her sweet, hot juices. Jenny could feel the other woman's hands grasp the back of her head and force her face deeper into the wet pussy. She felt the woman grinding her cunt into her face and heard her moaning in bliss.
"Ohhhh, yeesss! You pussy-eating bitch! You're making me come!"
She drove Becky over the brink, and when the woman came, in a series of wild spasms, Jenny continued to suck and eat the creamy cunt juices.