Deborah had just put the baby to bed that afternoon, and she collapsed on the couch, a little tired. Her husband, Drew, was having an old friend over for the weekend and so, besides caring for the baby, she had cleaned the house. Her thoughts strayed for a moment to Drew's friend Pete.
She had always had a thing for Pete. An attractive man, he wore his blonde hair short, and his piercing blue eyes always made her heart skip a beat. He was tall, about 6'1, 200 pounds, and very charming.
She was an attractive woman who hadn't really lost her original figure after her pregnancy. She was small - about 5'1, 110 pounds, average sized 34C breasts with big areolas and nice booty ass. Her auburn hair was long and straight, and she had nice blue eyes.
Deborah closed her eyes and her hand eased down her body to her crotch over her jeans. Her pussy was buzzing with excitement and when she touched herself over the denim, a wave of desire shot through her. Her nimble fingers undid her button and pulled down her zipper. She slid her hand into the white cotton of her thongs, running her fingers through the curls of her pubic hair until they found the comforting warmth of her treasure. Her breath was shaky as her finger glided down the moist folds of her slit, sending powerful sensations up her body.
She hesitated for a moment. Drew was home from work in about 2 hours, and Pete would arrive at around the same time. Why not? She didn't have the time to pleasure herself that often anymore.
Deborah pushed her jeans down her legs and pulled her feet out of them one by one, leaving her socks on. She slid her thongs down, taking them off as well until she lay on the couch naked from the waist down with her legs open and her feet flat on the couch. She then closed her eyes and reached between her thighs, losing herself in the intense feelings.
She took her time, enjoying every second. She pictured Pete pleasuring her, and her breathing grew labored. Deborah had never been with anyone other than Drew, so occasionally it was nice to imagine a new man.
"OH! Sorry!" said a voice. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped. She saw the image of a man disappear around the corner. She realized she had been masturbating for over 10 minutes, so completely lost in the sensation that she was ******* of her surroundings. She quickly realized it was Pete, as she scrambled to grab her jeans and thongs off the floor and put them on.
"I'm so sorry Deborah," Pete exclaimed, "Nobody answered my knock and the door was open." He was around the corner out of sight, but he had seen enough! The image he saw when he peeked around the corner was burned in his mind. His buddy's wife lying spread eagle on the couch, fingers circling her clit. Her smooth, tanned legs opened wide, brown curls of pubic hair surrounding pink swollen lips. His cock was straining in his jeans.
"That's okay," she replied from the living room, "you can come back in now." She was fully dressed again, and she lay back on the couch, hiding her red face in her hands.
"I'm so embarrassed." she said, muffled into her hands.
"Ah, we all do it, Deborah!" he answered. He was standing right beside her, as if wanting her to see how hard he was. He couldn't help himself, he was drawn to her like never before. He found that he wanted her to make a move on him, and he was almost daring her to.
"It's still embarrassing!" she said, reluctantly moving her hands away from her face. Her crotch was tingling like crazy - she was seconds away from orgasm! Another wave of desire came over her when her glance fell on the bulge in his pants. She looked away quickly, but it had lingered long enough for him to catch it. Now he was more turned on than ever, and thus more daring than ever.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, going by what I saw!" he said lightheartedly. She looked at him questioningly. "I really got turned on seeing you like that," he explained, "like never before." His words, just the fact that he seemed to really want her, had Deborah grow even wetter. He noticed how interested she was and Pete decided to press further.
"Look what it did to me!" he said, waving his hand over his bulge. It was still at the point where the conversation was lighthearted, and no line was really crossed. When he noticed her squirm on the couch and her eyes wouldn't tear away from his waist he decided to cross that line.
Deborah watched silently as he undid his button and pulled down his zipper. She was getting even more turned on, and she couldn't find her voice to protest. When she watched him reach into his underwear her pussy flooded in anticipation. He pulled out a very thick eight inches of cock. She sucked in her breath, eyes locked on his member. She hadn't seen a whole lot of them, and this one wasn't too much different from her husbands except it was a bit bigger. But the fact that it WAS different had her lusting for it hungrily.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked softly. She nodded, looking up at him briefly before looking back at his hard cock. He could tell he would have to walk the shy girl through this. He said two words.
"Touch it."
Hesitating, heart pounding, Deborah slowly reached up with her small hand and curled her fingers around his cock. The first cock that she has held in her hand, besides her husband's, in years. The feelings and emotions that went through her were incredible, and she wanted more. He looked at his cock in the grip of her tanned hand, and he watched as she slowly, lovingly stroked it.
It felt so hot and hard in her hand, and she couldn't stop caressing the smooth, taut skin. He eased himself down on his knees on the floor beside the couch, until his cock was mere inches away from her face. Time to convince her once and for all.
Pete reached down Deborah's body, his hand squeezing between her legs over her jeans. She eagerly parted for him, and his hand gently caressed her pussy over the denim. Bolts of pleasure shot out from her pussy, and she sighed, squeezing his cock a little tighter.
With his free hand, he reached behind her head and gently moved it closer to his waist. When she was about an inch away, he didn't have to urge her any further. Eyes still locked on his cock, she leaned forward and softly kissed the side of the shaft. Her tongue snaked out and she slowly licked from the bottom all the way up to the top of this new cock.
Now it was his turn to sigh, and his fingers undid her button and fly. She didn't even notice, so engrossed in the task at hand. She kissed the mushroom head of Pete's cock, teasing him just the way her husband liked it (for that was pretty much her only point of reference).
He slid his hand into her thongs, his fingers sliding through her pubic hair. "Ohhhh..." she sighed when he found her moist slit. She opened her mouth and slowly took him inside, easing her lips down most of his thick cock. He moaned, feeling warmth overtake his cock. He looked at her and saw that his cock had disappeared into her mouth, her lips were wrapped tightly around him, and her eyes were closed.
He ran his finger up to her clitoris, teasing the tiny button as she moaned around him. Deborah shed any remaining inhibitions as she began to suck his cock with abandon. 'slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp' the sucking noises grew louder as her lips glided up and down his pole hungrily. She began to writhe her hips up against his probing fingers, urging him onward.
He slipped a finger partway into her steamy hole. "Mmmmph..." she moaned, not taking her mouth off of his cock. She gave no thought to what she was doing, she was just doing it. This was completely out of character for her, completely unexpected. Everything just came together at the perfect time. Any deviation from the circumstances that led up to this and Pete would no doubt be watching TV and having a beer with her. Instead, his cock was in her mouth and his finger was sliding in and out of her needy pussy. And he still wanted more. They both wanted more.
Deborah shoved his entire cock in her mouth, holding it there as if that would satisfy her desires. Her nose was right in his pubic hair, the tip of his cock was pressed against her throat, nearly gagging her.
To her disappointment, he slipped his hand back out of her thongs. He grabbed the sides of her jeans and she found herself raising her ass off the couch, pulling his cock out of her mouth with, and allowing her husband's pal to slide them down her smooth legs.
She was gasping for breath, chest heaving as she watched him grab her thongs. He ****** them down her legs and she found herself kicking them off of her, helping him get her naked from the waist down. He dropped the dainty things onto the floor and stared at the lovely triangle of her bush. She was down just her white T-shirt.
He cupped her pussy with his left hand, running his middle finger up her slit as he grabbed his cock with his right.
"Ohhhhh..." she sighed, writhing her crotch against his hand again. Her eyes were closed, she was completely zoned into the feelings in her pussy. Pete ran the head of his cock across her cheek and over her nose. When it reached her mouth she opened it eagerly and he sunk his cock inside.
Her small hand cupped his balls and she opened her eyes, looking up at him as she began to bob her head up and down his cock. He dipped his finger inside her tightness again, and she closed her eyes, moaning. Her pussy was so wet! He ran his finger all around the inside of it, sliding it in and out while his thumb teased her clit.
She had always had a thing for Pete. An attractive man, he wore his blonde hair short, and his piercing blue eyes always made her heart skip a beat. He was tall, about 6'1, 200 pounds, and very charming.
She was an attractive woman who hadn't really lost her original figure after her pregnancy. She was small - about 5'1, 110 pounds, average sized 34C breasts with big areolas and nice booty ass. Her auburn hair was long and straight, and she had nice blue eyes.
Deborah closed her eyes and her hand eased down her body to her crotch over her jeans. Her pussy was buzzing with excitement and when she touched herself over the denim, a wave of desire shot through her. Her nimble fingers undid her button and pulled down her zipper. She slid her hand into the white cotton of her thongs, running her fingers through the curls of her pubic hair until they found the comforting warmth of her treasure. Her breath was shaky as her finger glided down the moist folds of her slit, sending powerful sensations up her body.
She hesitated for a moment. Drew was home from work in about 2 hours, and Pete would arrive at around the same time. Why not? She didn't have the time to pleasure herself that often anymore.
Deborah pushed her jeans down her legs and pulled her feet out of them one by one, leaving her socks on. She slid her thongs down, taking them off as well until she lay on the couch naked from the waist down with her legs open and her feet flat on the couch. She then closed her eyes and reached between her thighs, losing herself in the intense feelings.
She took her time, enjoying every second. She pictured Pete pleasuring her, and her breathing grew labored. Deborah had never been with anyone other than Drew, so occasionally it was nice to imagine a new man.
"OH! Sorry!" said a voice. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped. She saw the image of a man disappear around the corner. She realized she had been masturbating for over 10 minutes, so completely lost in the sensation that she was ******* of her surroundings. She quickly realized it was Pete, as she scrambled to grab her jeans and thongs off the floor and put them on.
"I'm so sorry Deborah," Pete exclaimed, "Nobody answered my knock and the door was open." He was around the corner out of sight, but he had seen enough! The image he saw when he peeked around the corner was burned in his mind. His buddy's wife lying spread eagle on the couch, fingers circling her clit. Her smooth, tanned legs opened wide, brown curls of pubic hair surrounding pink swollen lips. His cock was straining in his jeans.
"That's okay," she replied from the living room, "you can come back in now." She was fully dressed again, and she lay back on the couch, hiding her red face in her hands.
"I'm so embarrassed." she said, muffled into her hands.
"Ah, we all do it, Deborah!" he answered. He was standing right beside her, as if wanting her to see how hard he was. He couldn't help himself, he was drawn to her like never before. He found that he wanted her to make a move on him, and he was almost daring her to.
"It's still embarrassing!" she said, reluctantly moving her hands away from her face. Her crotch was tingling like crazy - she was seconds away from orgasm! Another wave of desire came over her when her glance fell on the bulge in his pants. She looked away quickly, but it had lingered long enough for him to catch it. Now he was more turned on than ever, and thus more daring than ever.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, going by what I saw!" he said lightheartedly. She looked at him questioningly. "I really got turned on seeing you like that," he explained, "like never before." His words, just the fact that he seemed to really want her, had Deborah grow even wetter. He noticed how interested she was and Pete decided to press further.
"Look what it did to me!" he said, waving his hand over his bulge. It was still at the point where the conversation was lighthearted, and no line was really crossed. When he noticed her squirm on the couch and her eyes wouldn't tear away from his waist he decided to cross that line.
Deborah watched silently as he undid his button and pulled down his zipper. She was getting even more turned on, and she couldn't find her voice to protest. When she watched him reach into his underwear her pussy flooded in anticipation. He pulled out a very thick eight inches of cock. She sucked in her breath, eyes locked on his member. She hadn't seen a whole lot of them, and this one wasn't too much different from her husbands except it was a bit bigger. But the fact that it WAS different had her lusting for it hungrily.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked softly. She nodded, looking up at him briefly before looking back at his hard cock. He could tell he would have to walk the shy girl through this. He said two words.
"Touch it."
Hesitating, heart pounding, Deborah slowly reached up with her small hand and curled her fingers around his cock. The first cock that she has held in her hand, besides her husband's, in years. The feelings and emotions that went through her were incredible, and she wanted more. He looked at his cock in the grip of her tanned hand, and he watched as she slowly, lovingly stroked it.
It felt so hot and hard in her hand, and she couldn't stop caressing the smooth, taut skin. He eased himself down on his knees on the floor beside the couch, until his cock was mere inches away from her face. Time to convince her once and for all.
Pete reached down Deborah's body, his hand squeezing between her legs over her jeans. She eagerly parted for him, and his hand gently caressed her pussy over the denim. Bolts of pleasure shot out from her pussy, and she sighed, squeezing his cock a little tighter.
With his free hand, he reached behind her head and gently moved it closer to his waist. When she was about an inch away, he didn't have to urge her any further. Eyes still locked on his cock, she leaned forward and softly kissed the side of the shaft. Her tongue snaked out and she slowly licked from the bottom all the way up to the top of this new cock.
Now it was his turn to sigh, and his fingers undid her button and fly. She didn't even notice, so engrossed in the task at hand. She kissed the mushroom head of Pete's cock, teasing him just the way her husband liked it (for that was pretty much her only point of reference).
He slid his hand into her thongs, his fingers sliding through her pubic hair. "Ohhhh..." she sighed when he found her moist slit. She opened her mouth and slowly took him inside, easing her lips down most of his thick cock. He moaned, feeling warmth overtake his cock. He looked at her and saw that his cock had disappeared into her mouth, her lips were wrapped tightly around him, and her eyes were closed.
He ran his finger up to her clitoris, teasing the tiny button as she moaned around him. Deborah shed any remaining inhibitions as she began to suck his cock with abandon. 'slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp' the sucking noises grew louder as her lips glided up and down his pole hungrily. She began to writhe her hips up against his probing fingers, urging him onward.
He slipped a finger partway into her steamy hole. "Mmmmph..." she moaned, not taking her mouth off of his cock. She gave no thought to what she was doing, she was just doing it. This was completely out of character for her, completely unexpected. Everything just came together at the perfect time. Any deviation from the circumstances that led up to this and Pete would no doubt be watching TV and having a beer with her. Instead, his cock was in her mouth and his finger was sliding in and out of her needy pussy. And he still wanted more. They both wanted more.
Deborah shoved his entire cock in her mouth, holding it there as if that would satisfy her desires. Her nose was right in his pubic hair, the tip of his cock was pressed against her throat, nearly gagging her.
To her disappointment, he slipped his hand back out of her thongs. He grabbed the sides of her jeans and she found herself raising her ass off the couch, pulling his cock out of her mouth with, and allowing her husband's pal to slide them down her smooth legs.
She was gasping for breath, chest heaving as she watched him grab her thongs. He ****** them down her legs and she found herself kicking them off of her, helping him get her naked from the waist down. He dropped the dainty things onto the floor and stared at the lovely triangle of her bush. She was down just her white T-shirt.
He cupped her pussy with his left hand, running his middle finger up her slit as he grabbed his cock with his right.
"Ohhhhh..." she sighed, writhing her crotch against his hand again. Her eyes were closed, she was completely zoned into the feelings in her pussy. Pete ran the head of his cock across her cheek and over her nose. When it reached her mouth she opened it eagerly and he sunk his cock inside.
Her small hand cupped his balls and she opened her eyes, looking up at him as she began to bob her head up and down his cock. He dipped his finger inside her tightness again, and she closed her eyes, moaning. Her pussy was so wet! He ran his finger all around the inside of it, sliding it in and out while his thumb teased her clit.
