Chapter 10
As Sally lay in bed thinking about Robert and his wonderful cock, she began to realize she had to go to work. She crawled out of bed and started getting ready to meet a new day. When she left her building, the sun was shining and Sally felt that it would be a good day. She knew she was lucky to have a job she liked. She remembered someone mentioning that there was going to be a new woman hired in the window-dressing department, and Sally was anxious to see this new addition to the group of sexy studs and bitches who worked at the store.
Almost as soon as she walked into the store, Joe, one of the big bosses, walked up to her with a beautiful hunk of sexy woman on his arm.
"Sally, I'd like to introduce you to Pat. Shell be working with you on the windows."
Sally could see that Pat was one dynamite chick, and if Sally were reading the look that Pat was giving her, Pat had the same opinion of her.
"I'm very glad to meet you," Sally told her with a warm smile.
"It's nice meeting you, too. Joe has told me so much about you."
Sally looked at Joe, and by the sly smile on his face she knew what Joe had told her. Joe knew first-hand what Sally was most interested in, as did most of the people who worked at the store. She also knew that Joe did most of the hiring, and that accounted for the high percentage of horny beautiful people among the employees.
"Sally, why don't you take Pat and show her the ropes?" Joe said with a wink.
Sally had been looking at Pat's body and barely heard what Joe said. Pat and Joe both noticed the reason for Sally's deafness and laughed. Sally, being a good sport, laughed with them.
"Come with me," she said to the new girl, and walked towards the room where the window-dressing supplies were kept. Joe watched them as they walked away and noticed how their sexy asses swayed under the tight material of their dresses. His cock still tingled from the "working-over it had just gotten in Pat's hot mouth.
Sally showed Pat the things she would need to know to begin work, then gave her the task of undressing some manikins that had just come out of the window. As Pat worked with the manikins, Sally pretended to be busy at the other end of the room. She was really just goofing off and watching Pat work. Sally liked what she saw. Pat had firm tits and a slim body. Her narrow waist flared out to form full hips and a terrific ass that was giving Sally a damp crotch. Every now and then Pat would bend over and show Sally the bottoms of her rounded cheeks as they peeked out from under her mini-dress. Sally could imagine the fragrant feminine odor that would meet her nostrils if she were to put her face into the warmth of this chick's crotch. Sally's nipples were getting hard and pressing against the sheer material of her tight blouse. She felt .confident that she would get a chance to taste this beautiful chick's delicious cunt. Pat finished undressing the manikins and walked over to where Sally stood watching her.
Sally couldn't take her eyes off the other woman's big tits as they bounced up and down with each step. Pat's nipples were as hard as Sally's, and the dark circles they projected on Pat's white see-through blouse seemed like eyeballs that stared at Sally with hot lust.
"What should I do with all the clothes I took off the manikins?" Pat asked.
"Put each garment back in its box and stack them over there. Some will go back in stock and some will "be sold on sale," Sally told her.
While Sally talked to the other woman, she kept her eyes on those tits that were now only a few inches away from her own. Pat turned away and went to do what Sally had told her to. Sally felt the nylon of her underwear binding against her wet cunt, and she was getting hornier by the minute. She had to make some sort of move in an effort to find out for sure if the beautiful new addition to her daily routine was at all interested in the Lesbian scene.
Sally walked over to the object of her lust and said, "By the way, Pat, would you like to go for lunch with me today?"
"Sure, what lime do you usually go for lunch?"
"Well, if we sneak out of here at twelve-thirty, we can take an hour and a half. That way we can go somewhere nice and have a few drinks and a leisurely lunch."
When lunch time rolled around, the two women started out. for a good-time lunch. Sally suggested a cozy place she knew of that was close by. The place was dark, and it took them a few minutes to become accustomed to the dimness after the brightness of the outdoors. Sally took Pat by the hand and led her to a snug and private table in the rear. There was a padded bench along the wall on one side of the table and a chair on the other side.
Pat slipped behind the table and sat on the bench. Sally slipped in beside her, saying, "We can both sit on this side and both have a view."
Sally did like to sit so she could have a view of any sexy-looking people who. might be in the place, but it was even more important than she be within fondling distance of her new friend.
Sally could smell the sexy perfume mixed with the warm odor of the lusty broad sitting beside her. She turned to talk to Pat and pressed her tit against Pat's arm. She wanted Pat to feel the puckered nipple to let her know that she was hot for her body. Pat looked down at the boob that was leaning hotly against her arm and smiled. Sally was quite sure she could feel her friend snuggle up to her tit and that made her go wild with horny anticipation.
The waiter came over to take their order. Pat seemed quite interested in the waiter, who looked very young. Sally hadn't failed to notice the boy, either. He was slim and attractive, and he seemed to be too young to be a waiter.
"Do you like them young?" asked Sally.
"I like them any way I can get them," Pat replied with a laugh, "but I guess I do have a thing for young ones."
"We seem to have something in common then. I don't think there's anything I'd rather do than have a young stud stick his cock in me," Sally confided to her new friend.
"I know what you mean," Pat said. "Young ones have such nice firm bodies and really hard cocks."
"Besides that, they have the stamina it takes to keep up with a horny fucker like me," Sally said with a lecherous gleam in her eye.
"Yeah," Pat said, beginning to loosen up. "There's nothing worse than having a guy go soft when I'm dying for more."
The atmosphere between the two women was warming up fast. Sally was getting pretty wet in the crotch and imagined that Pat's cunt was flowing, too. She decided to take the bull by the horns and make her move. She put her hand on the pretty white thigh that was exposed beneath Pat's short skirt. She felt a quiver shoot through the thigh as her warm hand came to rest on the smooth skin. The suspense lasted only a few seconds and was replaced by assurance when Pat put her own hand on top of Sally's hand.
"I'm wild about your body, you know. It's really something," Sally whispered into Pat's ear.
Pat lifted her hand from Sally's and laid it on her companion's thigh. "I think we're thinking about the same thing," Pat said with a confident smile.
"I'm really glad to hear that," Sally said and gave Pat's sexy thigh a loving squeeze. "How about coming over to my place tonight? I might even be able to arrange a party with some young horny fuckers."
The waiter brought the drinks and sandwiches they ordered, and the girls began eating and drinking but only with one hand. They kept one hand on each other's thighs. They ordered another round of drinks and talked and laughed about amusing sexual experiences they had had. As they drank more and more, the conversation became juicier, and their hands crSpt higher up each other's skirts. Sally playfully brushed her hand along the crotch of Pat's underpants and brought her hand up to their faces. The smell of Pat's pungent love juices drifted into their nostrils and made their already dazed brains swim in a swirl of dizzy lust.
They lost track of time as they ordered round after round of drinks. They had come into the bar as two working girls on their lunch hour, and now they were a couple of drunken horny bitches, but they were having a lot of fun.
"Don't you think we'd better get back?" Pat slurred. "I'd hate to have Joe see me come in late from lunch on my first day."
"There's nothing to, worry about, honey. If Joe sees us coming in, we'll drag him to his office and fuck the shit out of him. That'll keep him in line."
Pat laughed drunkenly, and they ordered another arund.
When they got back to work, they were too smashed to do anything but sit around and continue their banter. They amused themselves for a while trying on the wigs they had taken off the manikins. They chose wigs that reminded them of movie stars and imitated the star as the other tried to guess who the star was. Pat put on a flowing blonde wig and did an outlandish imitation of Marilyn Monroe, and Sally guessed who it was immediately.
Next Pat wanted to try on some of the sexy outfits she had taken off the manikins. She picked out a sleazy evening gown. Sally grew tense as Pat began unbuttoning her blouse, stripping the filmsy garment from her shoulders exposing the big mounds of her tits. They were firm and almost as big as Sally's. The nipples were gathered in tight, hard nubs. In Sally's drunken condition, she thought she could see the lusty warmth radiating from these beautiful globes.
Pat wiggled her hips with the effort of pulling her tight skirt down over her ample ass. Her tits quivered lushly with every wiggle of her hips. Pat let the brief skirt fall around her ankles as she stood clad only in a tiny pair of bikini panties. Sally's cunt was flowing freely now, and she felt the warm juices ooze down her thighs. As she stood looking at the nearly naked bitch, she felt the familiar near-panic of uncontrollable lust taking command of her body and mind. She knew she must have this chick's cunt in the hot grasp of her hungry mouth.
As Pat lowered the panties from her hips, Sally was having a hard time preventing her lusts from taking her will away completely. Pat lifted one foot and then the other out of the panties, giving Sally a brief glance at the pink gash between those beautiful thighs. The sight of Pat's thick patch of curly black pussy hair on the background of Pat's white belly was more than Sally could resist. She walked over to where Pat was standing naked and, smiling warmly, put her hands on the naked woman's hips.
"Here?" Pat asked, surprised.
Sally answered by pulling Pat's body against her own hot body and crushing her lips down on Pat's. Pat immediately opened her mouth to accept Sally's horny tongue. Pat's lust was turned loose in Sally's passionate embrace. She began grinding her body furiously against her lover. They could feel their tits rubbing together in a crush of warm, loose flesh.
Sally pulled Pat down on the carpeted floor and crawled herself between the spread legs. She looked down at the swollen lips of the pussy before her. The waiting cunt was giving off the hot odor of gushing love juice. Sally dove her face into the wet opening, and the feeling of the cuntlips on her cheeks drove her to a fever of cunt-lapping. Pat lay back with her eyes closed, jerking her hips back and forth. Sally was doing what she loved most in life, and she was doing a good job. She knew what felt good in her cunt and was doing it to Pat's cunt.
She was giving her friend a deluxe lapping job when Pat's body stiffened and trembled in the grip of a terrific orgasm. Sally looked up at Pat over the horizon of her belly, and saw the look of satisfied lust on her face, then withdrew her face from the warmth of Pat's soggy cunt. Sally began licking the wetness of love juice from her cheeks and chin. While Pat watched the horny bitch, Sally slipped her underpants out from under her skirt and down her shapely legs. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs, exposing her soaking, pulsating cunt to Pat. The sight of this sexy chick fully clothed with her twat sticking out gave Pat a lusty thrill as she crawled like a cat towards that steaming twat.
Sally was thrilled to find that Pat was a skillful Lesbian and really knew how to use her tongue. In a few moments she was writhing in ecstasy with an orgasm building in her guts. When they had both been satisfied, they continued their game of dressing up in the manikins' clothing.
When it was time to go home, they left together on their way to Sally's apartment, with hopes of sharing a few young cocks before the night was over. They stopped for dinner in a restaurant, and Sally went to make some phone calls. She made a few calls to some of her young stud acquaintances, but none of them seemed to be home, and she had a few embarrassing moments with curious mothers. She hated to disappoint Pat. On her way back to their table, she noticed a good-looking young stud working in the kitchen of the restaurant. He was washing dishes and the steam of the hot dishwater surrounded him in a mysterious mist. His body was thin and wiry and in the cloud of steam, and Sally thought he looked like an angel.
Sally stood watching the boy until he looked up at her. When he looked, Sally motioned him over to her. As he walked towards her, she could see that his eyes were glued to the mounds of her ample tits. She didn't have time to play with this kid and had to be direct.
"What time do you get off, honey?" she asked.
The question surprised the boy, and for the first time he looked up from her tits and stared into her face in confusion.
"At eight," he stammered. "Why?"
"Because I'm inviting you to a party," she said and gave him a gentle poke in the belly button.
She gave him the address and told him to bring friends. He still seemed somewhat confused as Sally wiggled back to her table, but she was confident she could count on the boy to show up with some horny friends. She told Pat it was all set, and the two women began eating with the assurance that there was much to look forward to.
When they got to Sally's apartment,.they had sobered up a little so Sally made them both a drink. She wanted to be good and stoned for the orgy that she was so anxiously looking forward to. Her clothing was beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, and she wanted her body to feel as loose as her mind.
"Let's get into something a little looser, baby," Sally said. "I have a lot of nice things that would look great on you."
Pat followed Sally into the bedroom, and Sally threw her closet door open with a flourish. Sally was very proud of her collection of sexy negligees, and as Pat flipped through them, she tried to imagine what each garment would look like on Pat's gorgeous body. Pat finally picked out a sheer black negligee. She began stripping off her clothing in drunken abandon. She stood in front of Sally once again in her beautiful nakedness. Sally's cunt was drooling once again, and in her drunken condition she couldn't keep herself from grabbing Pat's wobbling tits. The hot, flabby flesh of Pat's ample boobs in her hand made Sally's mind reel in a swoon of dizzy passion. It had the same effect on Pat, and the two of them fell heavily on the bed as their mouths came crashing together.
They replayed the scene of lust from, earlier in the afternoon in a swarming mass of hot, soft woman flesh. Their juices ran together and their sweat glistened on each other's bodies. After several orgasms apiece, they lay together in a numb heap, waiting for the boys and their stiff cocks.
They lay there for about an hour, sobering up and resting for the action that they were thinking about in hot anticipation. When the door bell rang, they sprang up like two hungry cats at the sound of a mouse. They hurried into the living room, straightening their negligees. Sally went to the door and threw it open. Three young and handsome studs stood there, looking eagerly into the room. It seemed they were straining at their leashes.
"Come in," Sally said in her most inviting voice, holding the door opened wide. She made an elaborate "come in" gesture with a wave of her arm.
- The three boys came into the room eagerly and began staring hungrily at the sexy chicks in their transparent negligees. Sally introduced Pat and herself to the boys and asked their names.
"I'm John, and this is Larry and Art," the dishwasher said.
The boys were standing in the middle of the room, not knowing quite what to do.
"Have a seat," Sally said, motioning to the large couch.
She went over to her stereo to put on a record. Pat lost no time making the young guests feel at home. She went to the couch and swiveled her hips in between John and Art. The boys were beginning to realize what was happening to them. Until now, they couldn't quite believe that the whole thing was real. It wasn't often that three young guys were inviting to party with two homy, sexy chicks who were old enough to be their mothers!
Sally began dancing to the heavy beat of the rock music, and her big tits bounced with her movements. She motioned to Larry to join her in her obscene dance. The youth eagerly got up and began to follow Sally's wild gyrations. There was a large lump in the crotch of his pants that indicated he was more interested in the sexy body that wiggled in front of him than in the music. Sally was glad to see this, because she didn't intend to dance for very long.
Pat, meanwhile, was engaged in some interesting preliminary groping with the other two boys. They were all laughing as Art and John slipped their hands into the loose-fitting negligee and caressed her firm jugs. She ran her hands over the hard cocks that throbbed in the prison of their jeans.
Sally was hanging onto Larry's neck now and rubbing her body against his in time to the music. His cock pressed into her belly through the cotton of his pants. She looked up at him with a sly smile on her slightly opened mouth. The young boy lowered his head and kissed her violently. Sally released her hold on him and began unbuttoning his shirt. When his shirt hung open, exposing his smooth, hard chest, she unfastened his pants as she pulled the shirt from his strong shoulders. Sally opened his pants and looked down at the huge prick that was pointed up at her flushed face.
The couple in the middle of the room weren't even noticed by the trio on the couch, who were busily feeling each other in panting lust.
"The first one with his clothes off will be the first to get in," Pat told the horny gropers.
The boys were a blur of frantic motion as they pulled off their shirts and stripped their pants from their muscular legs. In a minute they were naked, and their hard cocks were standing out from their lean bodies. Pat threw the negligee over her head and lay back on the couch. Art leaned over her reclining body and guided his rod into the wet opening of her swollen cunt. As the boy pumped his rod in and out of her hot snatch, Pat pulled John down on his knees on the floor near her head. His cocktip was twitching with lust a few inches from her quivering lips. She opened her mouth, and the boy understood immediately. He leaned towards her, and his rod slipped smoothly into her mouth. With a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, Pat felt a deep sense of satisfaction that only perverted sex could give her.
In the middle of the room, Sally had sunk to her knees and impaled her face on the huge spike that stuck out from between Larry's legs. Her head was making wild circles as her tongue swirled around the bloated cockhead that was filling her mouth. She ran her hands along the backs of his thighs and up to the muscular cheeks of his ass.
"Suck it, suck it hard, baby!" Larry yelled, running his hands in her hair and keeping her face pressed on his throbbing tool. Sally thrilled to the taste of that hard piece of meat and the big balls that were crashing into her chin with every thrust of his hips. Her finger found its way to the tight entrance of his asshole and snuggled into the warmth of his bung. Larry threw his head back and clenched his teeth in a rush of ecstasy.
By this time, the boys working on Pat were reaching the moment when their hot, steaming jism was rising from their balls and streaming through their exploding cocks. They came almost simultaneously as Pat felt the hot juice gushing into her mouth and cunt. She could feel every powerful spurt of cum splash the walls of her cunt and the roof of her mouth. The sensation of her two holes being filled with the boys' fuck juice brought Pat to an uncontrollably wild orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy as her body shook in a wild fleshquake.
Sally was being filled with hot, tasty boy jizz, too, and although she wasn't coming, she was enjoying herself. As Larry's cock twitched convulsively, Sally's mouth became the depository of his steaming load. When she was sure she had his whole wad in her mouth, she swallowed the gigantic, slimy mess without letting his still-hard cock out of her mouth. She licked every bit of the remaining jizz from the slit in the tip of his cock, then let it"slip from her mouth. She stood up and kissed him, pressing her tongue as far as she could into his mouth. Larry got an idea of what his jism tasted like from Sally's tongue.
Sally was the only one who hadn't come. She pulled Larry down to the floor and lay down in front of him, spreading her legs. The boy looked down at the wet mass of pussy hair Sally was showing him. The lips, of her cunt were opened slightly, exposing the pink, glistening flesh within. As the youth slowly lowered his face into the humid area between her thighs, the smell of a woman at the height of sexual lust filled his head and made him dizzy. As his lips and tongue came in contact with the hot, quivering cunt, he. instinctively began lapping with a powerful tongue.
The sight of their friend giving head to this gorgeous woman right before their eyes made Art's and John's hearts pound, and their cocks began to stiffen. Pat was affected by the sight, too, as the juices once more flowed from her insatiable cunt. The three spectators sat still and enjoyed the perverted show, letting the lust build in their twitching genitals. The two boys sat back on the couch, their eyes glued to the scene taking place before them and their cocks standing straight up from their laps like towers, Pat was equally interested in the exhibition, and as she sat there, a wet stain grew under her smoldering pussy.
Sally was supporting her body on her feet and shoulders as she held her hips off the floor. Her hips were moving in slow sensual circles and pressing against Larry's mouth as he followed the revolving motion of her crotch. She brought her hands up to her swaying tits and began massaging them with the same slow, sexy motion. She knew they had an audience, and was determined to put on a good show. As Sally's motions became faster and wilder, the three spectators grew hornier. It was soon obvious that Sally was nearing an orgasm.
"Harder, faster!" she moaned. "Ohhhh!"
As her moaning became louder and her writhing more frantic, the three horny fuckers on the couch couldn't keep still. They couldn't take their eyes off the action in the middle of the room, either. They all grabbed their own throbbing organs and began fondling them. When Sally finally came and lay still on the floor, the masturbators turned their attentions to each other again.
Pat leaned over Art's pulsating prick and took it deep into her mouth. She pulled her knees up under her and raised her ass towards John. He could see the hairy, drooling twat peeking lewdly at him, from under the wide, smooth expanse of her ass. It was clear to him what this bitch wanted, but he had his own ideas. He spread those beautiful cheeks and saw the brown, puckered circle hidden there. He touched the soft bung and saw that it contracted in a shiver of excitement. He wet the tight hole with the juice that dripped from the cunt beneath it, and pressed his cockhead against her brownie until it slipped slowly in.'
Art felt Pat bite his cock as a tremor passed through her body when John's huge prick slid full length into the tender canal of her ass. She reached through her legs and took John's swinging balls in her hand. John reached around Pat's hips to the front of her cunt and found the hard nub of her clitoris. He began rubbing the nub in little circles and ramming his rod in and out of her snug asshole. Pat was surprised at the talent this young boy had acquired in his short life.
Sally and Larry were now the spectators. Larry had revived, and his cock was hard and ready for more action. Sally noticed this and wasn't going to let a stiff, young cock stand around unoccupied. The boy was sitting on the floor, leaning back on his elbows. His prick pointed at the ceiling. Sally crawled to his side and sat on her heels.
With a firm hand she wrapped her fingers around his stiff pecker and slid the skin up and down over the hard meat. With her other hand she began to massage her own soaking crotch. Her fingers nimbly ran over the lips and into the steaming hole. Larry realized this was a good opportunity to learn how to massage a cunt, and stared intently at her agile fingers. He watched as she held the lips open with two fingers and rubbed her clit rapidly with another. Then her fingers disappeared into the wet pink slit. Larry noticed how vigorously she pumped three fingers at a time into the deep hole. While she was giving herself this masturbatory rubdown, she continued to stroke Larry's cock with ever-increasing speed and energy.
Sally's eyelids lowered in pleasure as she continued working on herself and the boy. Her fingers flitted in and out and around her sopping pussy so fast they were a blur to the hungry gaze of the young boy. They were both near coming now, and Sally's hand was pumping the boy's cock as fast as she was rubbing her own hard clitoris. She had timed the work of both her hands so skillfully that they came simultaneously. They drew a deep breath together as they orgasmed powerfully. The sounds of Pat's lust-filled cries mixed with theirs as she came to an orgasm at the other side of the room.
Pat had taken another large load of hot sperm. This time in her ass and mouth, and she was purring softly in contentment. The two young studs who had given her the passionate gift were smiling at each other in a fit of unbelievable joy. They had never imagined they would get a chance to fuck such a sexy chick as Pat!
All five of them were now relaxing in the aftermath of an orgasm. Art and John were slouching on the couch with Pat, and Larry and Sally lay on the shag rug in the middle of the room. No one said a word, and only the rock music coming from the stereo prevented the room from being completely quiet.
"It's been a great party," John said at last.
"And it's not over yet," Sally replied. "I'll make us all a drink."
She got up and, without putting on any clothes, went over to the bar and began pouring whiskey over ice cubes. She gave a drink to each of the boys and Pat. She watched the boys as they took a drink. They all made a strange face when they tasted the potent liquor.
"It isn't too strong, is it?" Sally asked with a hint of mockery in her voice.
"Oh, no! It's fine, great."
"Yeah, good." They all claimed to like the drinks, although the expressions on their faces gave the lie to their words.
Sally and Pat were amused at the boys' attempt to impress them with their manhood. The five slightly tired fuckers sat drinking and enjoying the sight of each other's bodies. The women asked the boys about themselves and made idle Conversation. When she thought they had rested enough, Sally went over to John, whose thin, muscular body and long cock had interested her all evening. She sat down next to him and rested her slinky body against him.
"I saw how you stuck your prick in Pat's ass, John," Sally said in a stern tone of voice.
The boy was surprised to hear Sally say that, and a somewhat shocked look came over his face. Sally loved to tease boys when she had the chance, and was enjoying the discomfort she was causing the youngster. She slowly turned towards him until she was staring right into his eyes:
"Well, John," she demanded, "how about it?"
The boy looked at the older woman sheepishly, and Sally could see it was time to put him at ease. After all, she didn't want to scare him away.
"Well, do you think you can get it up and stick it in my ass?" she asked, smiling.
The lustful smile that spread across Sally's face changed the boy's discomfort to hot passion, and the large, limp piece of meat that lay in his lap began to raise its swelling head. Sally threw her arms around his neck and pulled him against her heaving tits, thrusting her hot tongue in his ear. She grabbed his stiff rod roughly and jerked it around playfully. Art was still on the couch, and Sally turned towards him, leaving John seemingly neglected. She lowered her head to Art's lap, where her opened mouth met his raising cock. Sally began tonguing his prick savagely, and John thought she had been teasing him all along when she got up on her knees and shoved her ass at him.
Sally wiggled her hungry ass at John in an inviting way, and the horny, young stud scrambled over to the waving asscheeks. He wet the head of his cock with, the cunt juices that were running down the slut's thighs. When his cockhead was glistening with slimy cunt juice, he opened her crack and thrust his dong at her brownie. Since the boy was becoming very experienced at the art of buggering, he had no trouble fitting his rod into the tight tube of her shitter. He began pumping his prick in and out, and Sally pumped her head up and down on Art's prick with the same fast rhythm.
Pat and Larry were watching Sally, but Pat wasn't satisfied with merely watching. She walked over to Larry and sat down on his lap. Wrapping her hands around his head, she pulled his face into the warm valley between her big boobs. Before long, they were sprawling on the floor in a wild fuck. They were fucking harder than either of them had ever fucked before.
The violent movements of five strong people fucking their asses off made the floor Under them shake and vibrate. Mr. Morgan, who lived in the apartment below Sally's, felt the steady rhythm through the easy chair he was sitting in. The feeling of the steady motion was unmistakably the beat of wild fucking. He had seen Sally in the elevator and had talked to her several times. It was easy for a man, even a man of Mr. Morgan's age ... he was sixty-seven ... to see that Sally was one hot chick. The sexy motion reminded him of the days when he was considered quite a stud. The image of his past lovers was vivid in his mind.
It had been a long time since Mr. Morgan had had a woman share his bed, but every time he felt the familiar rhythm from the apartment above his, he was able to share Sally's lust. On this particular evening he was remembering his virile past with unusual clarity. The movement in his pants surprised him at first, but he thought, Why not? I'm not dead yet. He slowly unzipped his fly and coaxed his old but firm prick out into the open. The sight of his ancient tool standing up before him made him feel young once again. He wrapped his hand around it and began stroking it in time to the beat that was coming through his ceiling. It took him longer than the younger people upstairs, and he had to keep his own beat going for quite a while, but when he finally came, there wasn't a happier old man in the whole city.
The five perverted fuckers were resting once again in a mist of sleepy satisfaction. Sally was lying on the couch with Art and John. The boys' cocks were limp and warm jism was running out of Sally's asshole. Pat and Larry were lying in a heap of spent flesh in the middle of the room.
It went from frantic fucking to sleepy rest all night. The two horny women were ready whenever the boys' cocks grew hard, and the boys seemed to be ready after a short rest, no matter how many . times they shot their loads that nighl When it was just beginning to get light, Sally thanked the three studs for the good fucking, and they left with the promise that they would be back again for another party. Sally and Pat got into Sally's bed and went to sleep. They were too tired to have a go at it by themselves, and they knew that that meant they were truly fucked out ... a rare but wonderful -occurrence.