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Mirror, Mirror


Bored and horny is a dangerous combination. And I was plenty of both.

It was summertime in New Jersey, and I didn’t have a job or a boyfriend, but I did have an air conditioner and a drawer full of sex toys. So I spent a lot of time alone in my room. Masturbating.

The four of us had rented a big old house in central Jersey for the summer. The rent was paid up through September, and included electricity, so there was that.

I had gotten it into my head that I really wanted to fuck my housemate, Simon McDreamboat. The only problem with this scheme, other than obtaining positive consent to fuck his brains out, was that he was dating (and fucking) our other housemate, Stacey. Rather loudly, too. His bedroom was right next to mine, and the walls were not thick.

On the wall of my bedroom, directly opposite the bed, was an extremely large, gilt-framed mirror. That was the reason I had chosen this bedroom: I enjoy watching myself masturbate, and the mirror was positioned perfectly for this activity. So, with a prime view right between my legs, I’d put some quality porn on, enjoy the view of my very own pussy, perchance with one of my dildos sliding in and out of it, and drive my clit to distraction with a small but surprisingly powerful vibrator. And that is how I happened to make my big discovery.

It was one of those really good, full-body, brain-rattling orgasms. My head was thrown back, my back arched like a longbow, my little USB vibrator pressed hard against my clit, a bit fat purple dildo stuffed up my pussy, biting down hard on my lip to keep from screaming out loud (because… modesty?), my legs flailing, and one of my feet kicked the mirror frame, hard. Hard enough that it left a nasty bruise and a broken toenail. Hard enough that one of the wooden curlicues broke off the frame. When I got up to inspect the damage (nothing a little wood glue wouldn’t fix), I discovered that the mirror had swung a few inches away from the wall.

The fucking thing was on hinges.

It obviously hadn’t been moved in a very long time. The hinges were well concealed and very sticky, and there was a distinct outline of dust where the frame had lain against the wall. And behind the mirror was… a matching mirror, mounted on Simon’s bedroom wall. Through the half-silvered glass, I could quite clearly see his night table, his alarm clock, his unmade bed. It was, oh my goodness, a two-way mirror!

My second discovery was a little more deflating. In short order I found out that Simon and Stacey always, always fucked with the lights off. I had been masturbating to their sex noises all summer, and I was bitterly disappointed that I wouldn’t actually get to see any of the action. But there was a consolation prize.

Simon liked to jerk off in the afternoon, and he wasn’t shy about drawing the shades, or turning out the lights. Now, I know some other people may disagree with me, but I believe there is absolutely nothing in this world sexier than watching a guy jerk off when he doesn’t know that anyone is watching!! Holy Cats, I can’t tell you the amount of pleasure I got watching him stroke his cock. It was a beautiful cock, too. And I’m a bit of a connoisseur.

Sometimes, I could make out the porn he was watching on his phone. Sometimes he would break out a Fleshlight type fuck toy, and stick his dick in that. Sometime, not often, but sometimes, he’d stick a cute little glass buttplug up his ass. I found that I had a brand-new hobby! I got really really good at masturbating along with him, and I got so I was generally able to time my own orgasm to coincide with his.

There was only one problem: now more than ever, I really wanted Simon and his pretty cock up inside me!

What’s nearly as good as fucking the cute guy you’re lusting to fuck? Fucking his cute girlfriend.

She came on to me! I had, of course, masturbated to the idea of having sex with her, but then I had masturbated to all of my housemates. And most of my classmates and co-workers, and random people I saw at the grocery story. What can I say, I’m a sex fiend.

Anyway, I was lying around in my bedroom one hot afternoon, half-dressed and enjoying the AC, and not masturbating for once in my life, when Stacey tapped on my door. She had a really bad crick in her shoulder, would I mind rubbing it a little bit?

Why no, I didn’t mind, not at all!

She pulled off her shirt, lay face-down on my bed, and unsnapped her bra. Holy Cats, I just about wet my comfy pants! My pussy was absolutely drooling, and no I was not wearing any panties.

I started rubbing her shoulders, and I quickly found the knot. As I massaged her back, she moaned and groaned like she was playing the lead role in a porno film. There was no way she wasn’t doing this on purpose. I was kind of getting my jollies rubbing my pajama-clad pussy up against her bottom, and it was driving me crazy.

“Why don’t you do the front half now?” she asked, squirming underneath me and flipping over onto her back. I promptly pounced onto her magnificent bare breasts and did my damnedest to shove my tongue straight down her throat.

She reciprocated very enthusiastically, and for a few moments I just enjoyed the fact that I was making out with a girl, a hot girl, who’s beautiful tits were pressed up against mine. It had been a while.

At this point she was wearing nothing but boxer shorts (I recognized those boxers, they belonged to Simon!). She was grinding her crotch up against mine, and I was grinding right back at her. I broke off our kiss long enough to pull my own t-shirt off over my head, and she immediately placed her hands on my tits like, well like a certain horny teenage boy in the back my Accura whom I remember fondly.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” she told me huskily, and she most certainly did not have to ask twice! I slid down her curvaceous body, she lifted her butt up off the bed and I tugged down those boxers, revealing the prettiest little pussy I have ever seen in my life.

She was neatly trimmed, her clit bulged eagerly out, and her lips pouted open, swollen and wet and slippery. I dove right in. She was soaking, absolutely drenched, and her taste was intoxicating. I licked her pussy from the crease of her asscheeks up to her clit and back, over and over again, while she squirmed and sighed. I switched to flicking my tongue against her clit, and her moans got louder, threatening to turn into shrieks. I slid a finger, and then two up inside her red-hot pussy, and I ticked the outside of her asshole with a third finger, keeping my tongue on her clit the whole time, and now she really was shrieking, and suddenly she was coming, coming all over my face.

She squirted all over me, I was drenched and so was my bed. That was a first for me, something I had never experienced firsthand, and I thought it was absolutely the hottest fucking thing ever. I came up for air, sticky, wet, grinning, and ready for more.

I was just about to pull her sweet face between my thighs for some much-needed reciprocation, when we heard a noise from the bedroom next door.

“Holy shit bro, that feels amazing! Where the fuck did you ever learn to suck dick like that?”

Stacey and I looked at each other, mouths agape.

“Oh Dude, stop for a second, you’re going to make me come…! Oh shit yeah, stop. Can we do a sixty-nine?”

I pressed one salty finger against my lips, gesturing for silence, and I switched off the bedside lamp. Tiptoeing across the room, I swung the mirror wide opening, revealing my private window into Simon’s bedroom

There he was, and there was Dan, our other housemate, a bit mousy and a year younger than the rest of us. He had started college early, and did something inscrutable but incredibly brilliant with computers. He was quiet, mostly kept to himself, and, it turns out, was extremely fucking hung!

There was a LOT of dick in that room, and I was loving every inch of it. Dan came up for air, leaving Simon’s wet cock swollen and waggling in the air. His balls were drawn up tight, firm and squeezable. They kissed, dicks rubbing up against each other, and I melted. Absolutely melted. Then Dan lay down on the bed, toes pointing toward Stacey and myself, and Simon climbed on top, and we had an absolutely prime view of Simon doing his best to swallow that entire cock thrusting up into his face. It was priceless, and hot as fuck.

I realized that I was masturbating, and I looked over, and sure enough, so was Stacey.

In the other room, it seemed that Simon had given up on trying to deep throat Dan’s cock. It was just too big. (not to say that I would mind giving it a shot myself!). He was licking it lick an ice cream cone, nibbling the balls, dragging his tongue up and down the impressive length and girth, finally settling on wrapping his lips around the bulbous head of Dan’s cock and sucking on that while he furiously jerked him off. Suddenly Dan squealed something, we couldn’t hear exactly what, he had a mouthful of Simon’s cock, and Dan started flailing his feet and bucking his hips. I loved the way his balls bounced and jiggled as he came. Simon swallowed every last drop.

“Make me come?” Simon half-pleaded. The boys rearranged themselves, with Simon sitting on the bed facing the mirror, watching the action, and Dan between his legs, his head bobbing busily up and down. A long silvery strand of semen dribbled out of Dan’s softening cock. I was entranced.

“Can I eat out your ass?” Dan asked, and by way of answer, Simon got onto his hands and knees with his tight rump thrust upward. Dan stuck his face between Simon’s cheeks and started slurping while Simon jerked off.

It didn’t take long. Simon was jerking off faster and faster, his eyes locked on the mirror. “Oh, oh, oh, it’s so good, don’t stop! Oh dude, I’m going to come! Oh, please, put your finger inside me!”

Young Dan popped up for air, and without a moment’s hesitation, slid a finger or two (I couldn’t see how many) straight up Simon’s ass. His hand replaced Simons’, and he finger-banged Stacey’s boyfriend while furiously jerking him off. Simon exploded, shooting pearly-white globs of semen directly at the mirror. A few drops managed to spatter right onto the glass, a good six feet from where the boys were now cuddled up together at the head of the bed.

Stacey had three fingers crammed up her own pussy, and her eyes sparkled. “That was so fucking hot! I think I need you to fuck me!”

Fortunately, we did have that technology. My last boyfriend had bought me a strap-on, harness and all. I had left the boyfriend, but I’d kept the dildo.

I’d always felt more than a little bit ridiculous getting myself strapped into the harness, but the way Stacey was looking at me as I secured the various belts and closures, and the way she fingered her pussy while she watched helped make me a little less self-conscious.

She swung the mirror closed and clicked on the light. “Do me from behind,” she said. “I want to watch!”

I’d never fucked a girl before, and quite honestly I had always wanted to give it a try. As a matter of fact, I had jerked off to the idea before, donning the harness solo, and envisioning slipping it up inside the wet and willing holes of pretty girls and pounding them senseless with it.

And now I was going to have the opportunity. Stacey was on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the mirror, her tits hanging down like cantaloupes on the vine (do cantaloups even grow on vines? I didn’t know or care!) Her pussy was wide open and drooling wet. I positioned myself behind her, put my hands on her rump, and slid the silicone cock up inside her.

To tell you the truth it was a little tricky finding the right angle and getting the thrusting quite right. But when I was finally all the way up inside her, when the blue dildo was well and truly buried in her cunt, when she was meeting my every thrust with a grunt of her own, bucking her ass back against me, the effort was well worth it! The image of us in the mirror was incredibly hot. Better than any porn I’d ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.

I was getting some nice stimulation from grinding against the base of my dildo, and it suddenly dawned on me that I might be able to get off this way.

That was when Stacey looked back at me, hair a beautiful mess, biting her lower lip fretfully and said “Would you mind fucking me up the ass?”

Why no, I wouldn’t mind at all. And I had a jar of lube right handy as well. Actually getting the dildo up Stacey’s tight little asshole, that took a lot of work. I ended up licking her anus and slipping a slick finger inside, which she did not mind one bit, before trying again with my big blue dildo.

This time it slipped right in. Stacey gasped, and then growled. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” I could tell she was rubbing her clit hard and fast, but I couldn’t really focus because I was way too turned on. I started humping, fucking her asshole at first as hard as I dared, and then as hard and fast as I could, and with each thrust, the base of the dildo banged against my engorged clit, and pushed me closer to the point of no return.

“Oh shit, I’m fucking coming!” I’m not sure which one of us yelled this, maybe both of us, because we both were. I’m not sure when I’ve had a harder orgasm in my entire life, it just kept coming and coming rolling over me like ocean waves. I wrapped my arms around Stacey’s midsection and held on for the ride. Finally it was over, and I fell onto the bed, a limp ragdoll, my dildo sliding out of Stacey’s ass with an audible *pop*.

“That,” Stacey said with the satisfied smile of a cat who has just snacked on the family canary, “Was absolutely amazing.”

From the other side of the mirror, in Simon’s bedroom, I heard the sound of applause.

Bored and horny is a dangerous combination.

END

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The Blackout

Ok, so temping wasn’t exactly the most exciting job in the world.  It really wasn’t what I had pictured myself doing when I had moved to New York four years ago.  But it paid the rent, and it didn’t suck, so I figured it would just have to do for now. I had certainly done worse things for money.  Hey, at least it was air-conditioned.

I wasn’t particularly surprised when it happened.  It was August, and outside in the streets of Manhattan, it was hotter than all fuck.  I was dreading going back to my little one bedroom in Brooklyn to sit naked in front of the box fan, pretending that the air that washed over my sweaty body was slightly cooler than the stagnant air in the apartment.  So when the lights flickered once and went out, I pushed back my chair and yawned.

It was Friday afternoon, just after five, and it was just me and Mary, the office manager, up on the 19th floor.  I figured someone had plugged in one air-conditioner too many; or a tree had gone down somewhere in Indiana; or some schmoe with a backhoe had cut a power line.  I wondered if it was just Manhattan, or if it was the whole east coast again.

You were supposed to evacuate the building if there was a power outage; but neither Mary nor I fancied walking down 19 flights of stairs into the blazing heat.  It was still cool enough up here.

“The power will probably just come back on in a few minutes” Mary said “Let’s just wait it out and take the elevator.”

Well that was fine with me.

Of all the people in the world to be trapped in an office building with, Mary was fairly low on my list.  It wasn’t as if we didn’t get along (I had been working in her office for the last couple weeks, covering someone’s vacation); we had just never had much to say to each other.  My impression of her was that she was fussy and officious.  And she was hardly my type.

I of course, have had those fantasies of being trapped in an elevator with, say Brad Pitt or Uma Thurman.  Mary didn’t resemble either of those people.  She was a few years older than me, probably in her early thirties.  She was from Chinese stock, and not one of those stick figure Asian girls either: she reminded me of a dumpling; short and overweight (not grossly obese or anything, just chunky), with long black hair usually done up in a bun; bad complexion and thick glasses.  She was shaped something like a pair:  her top half was rather flat, while her bottom was exceptionally wide, filling her brown slacks and spilling off the sides of her swivel chair.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t claim to be a supermodel myself, not by a long shot.  I’m a beanpole; at 6’1” I was always taller than most of the guys I went to school with.  I keep myself in good shape, I run and work out, so there’s no issue there; but let’s just say I’m not stacked up front either.  If you saw me and Mary walking down the street together, you would probably think of Laurel and Hardy.  At least I did.  The picture made me laugh out loud.  Mary gave me a funny look.

“I hope this doesn’t last too long” Mary said “We’re really not supposed to be up here in a power outage.”  It had been all of five minutes.  “Security might make us leave.”

“I’m sure the lights will be on soon” I said, turning away from the window I had been looking down onto the street below from “Do you really feeling like hiking down all those stairs?”

“No, I guess not” she sighed “I only hope it doesn’t last too long.  Will anybody be worried about you?”

“Not really” I said “I live alone.  What about you?”

“Divorced” she said and sighed “Anyway my cell phone isn’t working.  I just tried.”

After that, there was a long silence.

“So” Mary said brightly “Have you lived in the city long?”

“Four years this summer.” I replied.

“Do you like it here then?”

“Yeah” I said “its fun I guess.”

“Any boyfriends?”

“Nope.  Nothing really.”  It wasn’t really boyfriends I was looking for, but same difference.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom.  The hall was dimly lit by the emergency lights, already fading.  I peed in the dark.  The empty building was starting to creep me out.

It was starting to get hot too.  The power had been off for an hour now, and the air in the office was heating up.  I started to wonder if maybe it wouldn’t have been a better idea to head downstairs right away.

“You know we’d get halfway down, and the lights would come back on” Mary said.  She pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator for me.  It was still nice and cool “Lets just make ourselves comfortable and wait it out.”

That wasn’t exactly what I had expected her to say, but whatever.  I wasn’t exactly looking forward to hiking down all those stairs either.  And I hardly had anywhere better to be.  I wondered idly if I was still on the clock.

“Do you mind if I strip down a little?”  This question wasn’t as shocking as it might sound: normally the office was kept icebox cold, and Mary was wearing thick brown slacks and a white knit sweater.

“Aren’t you worried about someone barging in?  A security guard or a fireman?”

“I’ll lock the door” she said, getting up and doing just that “although I really wouldn’t mind a fireman so much…”

We laughed.  For some reason, that offhand comment made Mary seem a little more human to me.  Without any further fuss, she stripped down to bra and panties.  She wore a modest white bra; her red thong underwear seemed rather incongruous.  Her pale white butt looked wide indeed surrounding the little red piece of floss that ran up her backside.  If she was self conscious about lounging around in front of me in her skivvies, she didn’t show it.

I, on the other hand, felt suddenly overdressed.  I was wearing a light skirt; and I had a tank top on that I had worn under my own sweater, so it wasn’t as if shedding clothes would cool me off that much.  But it felt weird to be fully dressed while Mary was three quarters naked.

“Do you mind?” I asked

“Not at all” Mary said “Why should I?”

Feeling suddenly very self conscious, I stripped out of my skirt and camisole top, folding them neatly and setting them on my desk.

“You have the prettiest breasts Angela!” Mary said “I should be so lucky!”

Now, I have never considered my boobs to be my best feature.  They are on the small side, they tend to point in opposite directions, and if you look closely, the one on the left is bigger than the one on the right.  I took the compliment with a blush, and nipples involuntarily hardened.  I hoped Mary wouldn’t notice.

Believe it or not, until the moment that she unsnapped her own bra, it hadn’t even occurred to me that Mary might play on my team.  I’ve never been any good at spotting dykes; a fact that has severely hampered my sex life in the past.  But surely not Mary?  Frumpy, plain, fussy Mary a pussy licker?

I thought her breasts were kind of nice actually.  Bigger than mine, but flatter, with large brown bumpy areola dwarfing her nipples.  Magnetically, we were drawn together until we were standing chest to chest, almost touching.  Her round belly spilled out over the skimpy red triangle of her panties.  I couldn’t think of the last time that I had felt so attracted to anyone.  It had been so long since I had been touched.  I could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell her personal scent, sweat mixed with something else.  I raised my hand to cup her breast.

“Oh My God!” Mary cried breathlessly, pointing out the window.

My heart stopped.  Not again, please God not again.  My mind leaped back to that terrible Tuesday morning in September, the fireball, that terrible column of black smoke.  I couldn’t face that again.

Reluctantly, I followed Mary’s pointing finger.  She indicated the office across the street from us.

The August days are long in New York, and there was plenty of daylight left.  We could see clearly through the windows of the building across from us.  It was an open office, a studio of some sort with rows of long flat tables.  Two men stand by the window, stark naked, boners bobbing with every movement, locked in a passionate kiss.

One of the guys was older, maybe in his early forties; the other one might have been a summer intern.

Now when I go for boys, I usually like skinny scruffy types; literate punk-rockers, nerds with black leather jackets.  I have never been the type to drool over those Chelsea muscle-boys with their carefully sculpted bodies.  That said, these two were certainly easy on the eyes.

Mary’s hand found mine, and our fingers interlocked as we watched them make out.  “So sexy” she breathed, and it was true.  They looked hot.

The older one, the bigger guy, happened to look out the window.  His eyes met mine in a flash of recognition.  He said something to his younger, skinnier friend.  They laughed and waved.

“Do you feel like playing?” Mary asked me quietly “We don’t have to you know.”

“Mary” I said, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her softness and her body heat, her damp skin and the beating of her heart “I think you’d have a hard time stopping me right now.”

“I haven’t played with a girl in a really long time.”

“Mmm Me either.” My lips found hers, my hand cupped her breast.  I felt her hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me into her.  I surrendered to the sensation.

We kissed for a long time.  It was really nice.  Her lips were soft, pliable.  She let me be the aggressive kisser, exploring her mouth with my tongue, nibbling and pretending to pull away, only to kiss back harder.  My fingers found her small nipples, and pinched pulled and twisted.  Her hands stayed glued to my panty covered ass.

“Look”

Our compatriots across the street had climbed up on a table in front of their window.  Junior was on his knees in front of Senior, blowing him for all he was worth.  His own dick hung down thick and meaty in front of him.  He had a handful of the older guys’ tight ass.  I swear I could see the wetness glistening on Senior’s dick as he humped Junior’s face.  As we watched, Senior took a big handful of Juniors’ hair and pulled him forcibly down onto his meat.  The kid swallowed the whole thing, all the way to the balls.  Impressive.  Senior looked over at us and flashed us a great big smile.

Mary and I wasted no time in clearing off my desk.  Papers went flying, the monitor and keyboard we set on the floor.

“God I can’t wait to taste your pussy!” I growled, pushing her on her back onto the desktop.  We positioned her so that our friends across the street (as well as anyone else who happened to be looking our way) could see exactly what was between Mary’s legs and precisely what I was doing there.

I licked and sucked at the front of her panties, teasing her, reveling in the sexiness of it.  She moaned and wiggled fetchingly, squeezing me between her thick thighs, trying to make me touch her needy parts.

Fortunately for her, I couldn’t stand it very long either.  Mary raised her big wide ass off the desk, and in one motion I yanked off her tiny red thong.

She was totally bare down there.  I’d never seen a girl who was completely waxed, not in person.  I’d seen plenty of it in porn of course, but I’d never thought that it was the most attractive look.  I’d always found it vaguely creepy, kind of a heterosexual conceit.

Well it looked HOT on Mary, let me tell you!  I could see every detail, every fold of her sex.  Her labia, thick and purple, gaped open.  Her clit, hard and pink, seemed to throb as I watched.

I slurped up the length of her pussy, caressing her clit with the flat of my tongue.  She tasted nice.  Mary moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging me into her.  I licked her up and down, losing myself in her sex.

She was soaking wet, and all over my face.  I had honestly never seen a girl so wet.  The come seemed to flow out of her like a river, clear and slick.  She was making a sticky puddle on the desk.  I slid two fingers up inside her and find her pussy grasping and ready.  I licked her clit aggressively, flicking it with my tongue as I finger fuck her.

“Oh Angela” she moaned “Oh Baby!  There’s a couple toys in my desk if you want to get them.  In the bottom drawer.”

I got up from between her legs, and looked behind me.  The boys across the street had switched places.  The younger one was lying on his back on the table, the older guy had a mouthful of his ample dick, and it looked like a couple fingers up his ass.  He looked up from his ministrations and waved.  I fluttered my fingers back at him.  Then I pulled my boring old black bikini panties down and tossed them aside.  Older guy said something to Younger, and they both gave me a thumbs-up.  I flushed with pleasure, and skipped across the room to Mary’s’ desk.

They were in the bottom drawer, in a red box.  A Pocket Rocket, and one of the largest dildo’s I have ever seen outside porn, blue and sparkly, molded to look like a realistic penis.  An oversized blue and sparkly penis anyway.

“Damn Mary!”

“What can I say?” she said as she lay on her back, completely nude except for her glasses and the string of pearls around her neck, diddling herself for all the world to see “I get bored sometimes.”

I ran back across the office to her, dildo and boobs flapping all over the place.  We kissed some more, and I sucked the sticky, thick girl come off her fingers.

“Please fuck me now” she said.

The gay boys were watching us now, stroking each others erections as they stared across the open air at our sex play.

Mary’s bald pussy was gaping open, hungry and wet.  She spread her legs wide for me.  I pressed the head of the blue silicone toy against her opening.  Her pussy gobbled it up hungrily.  She grabbed the Pocket Rocket out of my hand and jammed the buzzing little vibrator against her clit.  I fucked her until my arm started to ache, hard and deep.  Her whole body shook as I fucked her.

“…mmm My ass…”

“What?”

“My necklace.  Would you put it inside my ass?”

Well she didn’t have to ask me twice.  Leaving the dildo up her pussy, I unclasped her pearl necklace.

She lifted an ass cheek for me, exposing her tiny puckered asshole.  It looked small and vulnerable, compared to the wide expanse of her ass.  One by one, I worked the little pearls up inside her, until only the ends and the metal clasps were left.

“Oh My God Angela, so sexy…”  I went back to work fucking her with the dildo.  She was working her clit with a vengeance, buzzing like crazy “Oh Angela I’m coming, I’m fucking coming!”  Her whole body shuddered, and she arched her back like a bridge.  I worked the dildo in her pussy, and slowly drew out the strand of pearls as the orgasm rocked her body.

The boys across the street gave us a standing ovation.

Mary had her mouth on my own hairy pussy as I watched the older guy roll a condom over his cock.  The younger guy got on all fours on the table, facing me across the street.  He licked his lips lasciviously and winked.

“Mary” I said hesitantly “would you fuck me in the ass?”

“With this?” she asked, holding up the dildo, still coated in her juices.

“Oh yeah.”

“Will it fit?”

“I think so.”

“There’s some lube in that bottom drawer.”

“Perfect!”

I wanted that big toy so bad back there, I could almost taste it.  I wanted her to fuck me deep and viciously, to plunder my asshole.  I got down on my knees and wiggled my butt flirtatiously at her.

I was surprised to feel her tongue tracing up and down my crack, exploring the skin between my cheeks.  I moaned out loud as the tip of her tongue contacted my sensitive anus.  Her fingers massaged my pussy, her tongue probed up into my hole.

“Please Mary Please fuck me now.”

I watched across the street as Senior worked his latex clad penis into Junior.  The boy closed his eyes, arched his back, taking the cock like a champ.  His penis was hard and it was pointing straight at me.

Mary pressed the slicked-up toy against my opening, and I relaxed onto it, letting it penetrate me, stretching me so wide I thought for a second I wouldn’t be able to take it.  I sighed and pressed back into her, reveling in the sensation.  My clit felt like a water balloon, filled to the bursting point.  I knew that if either one of us so much as touched it, I would come like a dam bursting.

Senior was really fucking Junior now.  He had picked the lad up like a rag doll and was fucking his ass with aplomb. He pinched and pulled Junior’s nipples mercilessly as the boy bounced on his cock, masturbating as his buddy fucked him.

Mary slid the big toy in and out of my asshole.  I humped back against her, trying to get every last bit of it inside me.  It felt so good up there.  Mary slapped my ass, and slid a couple fingers up into my wet little cunt.

“Oh fuck Mary, I’m going to come!”  She responded by fucking my ass harder and working her fingers deeper into my pussy.  Her thumb found my swollen clit, and I went off like a firework, thrashing and cussing and grinding back on the dildo in my butt.  Across the way, I saw the older man grab the younger one’s neck and fuck him furiously, and I knew he was coming too.  The boy seemed to cry out loud, and I actually saw the white globs of semen spurt out the end of his big dick, splashing onto the window.

Mary collapsed on me as my orgasm subsided.  The dildo would have to come out of my ass pretty soon, but just for now it felt nice.  We were both covered in sweat and bodily juices.  She kissed the back of my neck and nibbled my ear.

“That was hot…” she whispered in my ear.

We heard a noise at the door and froze.  Of course the firemen would have a master key.  Before we could react, the office door swung open.  A group of firemen in full gear stood in the doorway.  The lead firefighter, fiftyish and sporting a handlebar mustache and a big beer belly coughed once.

“Is this a bad time?” he asked.

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