Next day again I was asked to get some stuffs from the store. As usual i had to pass the electrical section. When I reached the store the light was still not repaired. Anyways I entered and was on the corner self when I felt a pair of hands on my bum. I was startled at first but I knew it was him. No words spoken. He played with my pussy. He then pushed my skirt up and my undergarment aside and entered me. It was so quick and banged furiously. He made me pant with his pounding. When he groaned I pushed him and took his throbbing member out of me.

He must have come all over the floor. I did not see as it was partially visible. I took my stuffs and walked out. Again no words spoken. When my boss asked why I was late I told him that the light was still not repaired. This continued for almost a week. It as understood that if I am send to the store he somehow managed to sneek behind and fuck me. One day he was banging me as usual and when he pulled out I could feel another pair of hands on my ass. Before I could react a Thick long one entered me. It stretched me fully. It was a little painful but it was huge. It filled me completely and immediately started fucking me.

His stroked was deep and powerful. it lifted me off the ground a few times. Slowly the speed increased. I just managed to say." not inside me – please " and he pulled out. I was left panting and the left. We met the next day and he asked me did I like what I got. I found myself blushing. I asked him who that person was. He said it as a secret and would not tell me. I insisted and told him that if he doesn't tell me we will no longer be fuck-buddies. He ultimately agreed to introduce his friend next week, but on the third day I quit the job as I got a better offer. I never told him that I was quitting and never met him or his friend. It was a hot sultry experience of my younger years but to this day i fantasize who that other guy was with a big dick. If the boss only knew what I did in the store. or was it the boss himself?

He rolled on his back. When he did he pulled all the covers off of both of us. His penis was sticking out the leg hole of his boxers. I was in shock. Never saw a real one before. And knowing what I do now about cocks, his was quite large. I was pulsing and bobbing with his pulse. I just layed there staring. Then it went soft. So I got comfortable and tried to fall asleep. I couldn't cause I got horny seeing his cock and I could see if if I just opened my eyes. He was still laying on the blankets. It started getting hard again. I had to touch myself, it was driving me crazy. I have never had the hots for him. Not that he was bad looking. Back then he was in great shape and he was attractive. But I never saw him like that.

Well tonight he was a sexy piece of meat to me. I was masturbating and got a nasty idea and put his hand on my pussy and moved it around like he was doing it for me. I came hard. Then I got dirty. I put my wet fingers under his nose. His cock jumped as he inhaled deeply. I was stuck about what to do next. He rolled back on his side. I layed on my side and slid up against him like before. I grabbed his cock (which was so incredible to me at the time) and put it between my legs and closed my legs on it. It was resting right on my wet pussy. He just layed there so I started rocking back and forth. He must have got the hint cause he started humping again. Only this time he was rubbing his cock along my pussy and was rubbing my clit.I looked down and I could see his cock sliding in and out from between my legs. I was in heaven. I came again! The he started breathing heavy and moaning. I was hoping my mom didn't hear. Then he came! I saw it shooting out of his cock and landind on the bed infront of me. Then he woke up.

Confussed and wondering what happened. I was scared so I pretended to be asleep. He then said "oh shit! " And some other stuff under his breathe. After all he woke up spooning his step daughter, with his cock between my legs, and come all over us. He went to the washroom and grabbed a clothe. He was wiping the bed in front of me muttering. I pretended to be sleeping. The next morning he took the sheets off the bed and took them to the laundry mat. I know he never told my mom. She would have killed him. It never happened again, but over the years I thought about it a lot and wanted to do it again, but never had that opportunity.

Kind of glad I didn't, because as I got older, I wouldn't have been satisfied unless I got that large cock inside of me. That would be a whole other can of worms! I hope I get some feed back here. I know some people will be harsh, but I want to know if someone has ever had a similar experience. Man or woman. Or am I the only wierd chick in the world. Lol. Thanks for reading.

My aunt was left outside.but she just said she could sit on my lap if I didn't mind cause its only a ten minute ride.

Well, she is like 35 and I was 17. Even though she is older she has a really nice body cause she euns and does weights a lot. I had checked her out all afternoon in her bikini. She is like 5'4", probabaly 120 and I'd guess at least c cups with light brown hair and blue eyes. She hopped onto my lap in the back seat. My sister was there too but we coolers, towels and umbrellas stacked between us.

So right when aunt rebecca hoppes onto my lap and wiggled a bit to get comfotable, I started to get hard. A little at first, but when we started to drive in the bumpy sand her butt was bouncing up and down and rubbing me. I got really hard fast. Plus, sitting on my lap her tits were inches from my face and sometimes rubbed against my arm and neck. I was really embarrassed cause I figured she must feel my hard cock pressing against her ass in her bikini. At one point we got jostled enough that her bikini bottom sort of got slid down a few inches in the back and I could see down the crack of her ass and then my cock startes throbbing. She reached back to get stable and her hand landed right on the shaft of my cock but on top of my trunks. I started coming and could not help it. I am sure she must have felt the twitching and throbbing but she never said anything then or later. When we got out I grabbed a towel to hide my wet spot.

Liz got herself into trouble back home and it was decided that she would live with my wife and I in another state. She craved physical attention and would often sit leaning against one of us. It wasn't uncommon for her to push me when walking past or tackle me when on the floor or sofa. My wife thought it was cute and funny that she was so attached to me and would encourage the playful banter.

The playfulness began to change somewhat, but it was never anything specific. When she rolled over on top of me, she would quietly stare. Again, nothing specific, but long enough to take notice. Her hands would wander a bit. Never inappropriate, but on places they've never been like my inner thighs and lower abdomen.

One night, she was being especially nice to me. I was laying face down on our bed talking to my wife sitting next to me. Liz was straddling my legs and massaging my upper back. This wasn't uncommon. In fact, it became fairly routine for her to give me a massage.

I was so deep into the massage and conversation that it took me a while a realize something. I could feel her on the back of one of my legs where she was straddling. I wasn't feeling the fabric of clothes, but bare skin under her short robe. I did my best to carry on the conversation, but all that was on my mind was her on my leg. I could clearly feel stubble from where she recently shaved. I tried to tell myself that she wasn't aware of what she was doing and tried to scoot forward to get myself out of that position, but she planted her weight on my leg to let me know she wasn't finished.

She released her weight and sat up a bit. I could feel the cool air on my now wet leg before she pressed down against me again. Not wanting my wife to know what was happening, I tried to put a stop of it, thanking her for the massage and saying how much better my back felt.

Being the playful girl she is, Liz said "You're welcome." Before smashing my face into the bed and slowly sliding down the back of my leg leaving a trail of her wetness. She then went off to her room leaving me in conversation with my wife and trying to figure out what just happened.

The next morning was just a normal day. As if nothing happened. My wife went to work and I drove Liz to school. I really expected her to mention something about the night before, but she was talking about everything but that. I tried to bring it up, but she pretended she didn't know what I was talking about. We arrived at her school before I could get her to talk about it.

The next few weeks at home were about the same. Nothing happened like before, but it was obvious something changed, but not really in a bad way. We were all getting along just as well as before.

One night, I was lying on my back in bed talking to my wife again. There was a huge pile of laundry next to me that my wife was folding. We were talking about her mother once again asking to borrow money.

Liz came in wearing her short robe. Her hair wet from her shower. She started to help my wife fold the clothes while adding to the conversation. Occasionally, stopping to throw a piece of clothing at my face which I did my best to ignore. After a few minutes of clothes piling on my head, I took the whole pile and tossed it at Liz.

She took that as a challenge and immediately jumped and straddled me. My wife jokingly told her not to hurt me which further instigated and she got rougher. She grabbed me by the wrists pushing all her weight against them. When she sat up it took her a moment to notice her robe opened just enough for me to see her cleavage all the way to her waist. My wife didn't see, but I certainly did. Liz caught me looking and laughed while closing and tying her robe.

I did my best to think about something else, but my mind was stuck on what I just saw and my dick began to swell. She again leaned forward pressing my wrists against the bed. Her face leaned in close and she just stared into my eyes. My wife was barely paying attention to us by then and was watching the news on TV.

Liz released her grip from my wrists and untucked her robe from behind her before sitting back down against me. I panicked from what I felt. My dick was now hard and found its way through the front of my boxer shorts. It was being pinned down by her naked pussy.

I began to struggle, but the more I struggled the harder she held me down. Throughout the struggle, she would discreetly slide her pussy up and down the length of my dick. I could feel her wetness growing and building on me. She continued to laugh and give the impression nothing was happening all the while wetly grinding against my exposed dick.

My wife glanced over a few times, added to the fire with a few comments before looking back at the TV. From her angle and blocked by the stack of unfolded clothes, she was unable to see what was happening.

Liz leaned over while still holding my wrists and pressed her face into my neck. She trailed her pussy down the length of my dick before sliding back up. She lifted up slightly positioning the head of my dick against the opening of her wet pussy and just left it there slowly moving in circles.

I tried to get her to release my wrists, but her grip held tight. I pressed my arms up against her to push her off, but the more I pushed, the more she pressed her pussy against the head of my dick. It was as if she wanted me to push into her first. I did my best to avoid that, but there is only so much I could take.

The head of my dick was just between her wet lips and she teased it with tiny movements. For a girl her age, she demonstrated incredible pussy control as she gently squeezed the tip of my cock with her pussy lips.

I couldn't stand it anymore and pressed my dick against her giving her just an inch. She bit into my neck as I felt her pussy pulsing and gripping me tighter.

She moved her face in front of mine and again we just stared. Without saying a word, we agreed that we weren't stopping. Her eyes remained locked to mine as I pushed up against her hands. As I pushed her sitting up, her eyebrows went up and her mouth slacked open as my entire length was pressed into her.

Neither one of us moved, but my dick twitched inside her and I could still feel her pussy squeezing in pulses. She was the first to break the silence by laughing out loud. I think it was nervous laughter, but I laughed with her.

Neither one of us thought this situation through and we were both too scared to move since my wife was there next to us. Neither of us wanted to stop, but neither of us knew what to do next. My wife unintentionally did us a favor by telling us she needed to go downstairs to get another load of laundry started and move clothes to the dryer. Telling us not to hurt each other as she left.

As soon as we heard her on the stairs, Liz began to fuck me with a passion and intensity I haven't felt since a teenager. We were both breathing so heavy, but trying to be so quiet so we can hear my wife coming up the stairs. My hips were slapping her ass with each upward thrust. We knew we didn't have much time as we both tried to rush our orgasms.

Liz began to shake, then her body stiffened as I felt her pussy began to tighten. Her breathing was forceful and she almost looked pained. After I was sure she finished, I began to take hard full strokes, pulling out just to the tip before thrusting deep into her.

I was telling myself that my wife would be back any second and I slowed my thrusting. When I heard her still downstairs in the laundry room, I resumed my deep stroking until I could feel my orgasm building. Again not thinking this through, I didn't know what to do with it. Liz sensing I was close made that decision for me and pressed all of her weight onto my dick as I erupted deep inside her.

Moments later, we heard the lid to the washing machine close. Liz threw her leg over me and I got my first look at her pussy. My dick was still buried in her and her lips were so pink and swollen.

My wife came in the bedroom just as I was coming out from the bathroom after cleaning myself.

That was a few weeks ago. We haven't done anything since and we never talked about it. The closest we've come to even acknowledging it was me asking her if I needed to apologize and her saying you only need to apologize for things you're sorry for.

My boyfriend comes from a small hometown, 1000 miles from where we live now. Last vacation he went home to see his family for a month, but after 3 weeks I could not stand it anymore and took the plane to see him. 

He was picking me and his aunt from the airport at the same time, but he sent me a text message just before boarding the plane to say that his aunt was delayed two hours and that we would "have to kill time somehow "between 9 and 11 pm. It was the longest flight of my life. We took some food and sat in the car on the beach eating, but none of us could resist much longer, and put my hand on his thigh and kissed him.  He stopped me and started the engine, taking us on a more private place. The front seat was hard, so I climbed over the back, giving a good view of my panties under my skirt. He got out and walked around then, and had barely closed the door when he pulled my panties down and pushed his hard cock in my wet pussy, which was wetter than ever after not having sex for 3 weeks.  We had to pick his Aunt up so we only had time for one fuck, but it was great.