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The last night of an Alaskan cruise, my friend Chris and I decided to go to the spa at about 12:30. In the spa was a petite older woman and her friend. We began to talk and before I know it, me and this random woman begin fooling around with each other under the water.

My buddy and her friend knew what was going so decided to leave us alone. She grabbed my cock and stroked it until I was hard, and then guided me to her tight little pussy. Ill never forget looking at her moaning face and the northern lights in the background. It was a sight I’ll never forget. We continued fucking wildly, thinking there wasn’t anyone around.

Then we heard voices from a distance, and saw there were about 15 people playing ping-pong not far from us. Still we didn’t seem to mind. We continued to go at for another 30 minutes with people looking over occasionally that had to know what was going on. By this time its like 1:45 a.m. and all of a sudden we see the assistant captain walk up to the spa and ask us to leave.

He threatened to kick us off the ship at the next stop but luckily it was the last night so he just let us go to our rooms. So we went back to my room and continued where we left off in the spa. Later that morning, we both took flights back home and haven’t looked back since.

My work was hosting an end of the busy season party in a condo at a ski resort. All night long a co-worker of mine kept brushing against my ass.

Later that night he asked me to go to the hot tub with him. I didn’t bring my bathing suit with me so I just went in with my bra and panties on. They didn’t stay on long before he pulled me to him and pulled them off.

He started to finger me as I sat on his lap and sucked his earlobe. I reached down and started jerking him off. I came immediately. Then he sat me on the edge of the hot tub and fingered and sucked my clit at the same time. I had one of the best orgasms of my life.

It was now his turn. I started blowing him but it was too much for him to handle. He grabbed me and pulled me down on him and he went into me. We started fucking so hard that the water was splashing and making a lot of noise. It made it more exciting knowing that all the rest of our co-workers could come around the corner at any time and catch us.

He grabbed my ass as he thrust and kept telling me how I had a nice tight pussy. I came so hard that I dug my nails in his back. He loved it because he came right after. Later that night we had sex again, but this time on a top bunk above a sleeping co-worker.

“This weather is getting unbearable. Are we never to go up to the hills?” Carol Carnac-Smythe drawled.

The other five women lying in the shallow pool of water were all of the same opinion. The searing Punjabi sun beating down on the wooden roof above their heads was far too hot for comfort, especially when the baking summer winds blew in from the arid plains which surrounded Gazepore. There were many delightful places in colonial India in which wives of British officers might live their lives. Gazepore was not one of them. A small and isolated garrison town, its only amenities for Europeans were a social club and a cinema with walls and roof of corrugated iron. And, perhaps best of all, the railhead station, which at least promised some chance of eventually leaving the dismal place. It had been an unlucky day for the 17th Sikh Rifles when they were assigned the barracks in unlovely and unhealthy Gazepore as their regimental home.

In fact the officers’ wives should have left the town already for their yearly migration at the start of the hot weather, a longed for trip up to the hill stations on the lower ranges of the Himalayas, where it was always cool and green below the eternal snow line. Unfortunately the arrangements for their departure had been disrupted when the regiment had been ordered post haste to the North West Frontier, where the Pathans had begun raiding out of the hills again.

The Pathans and their Afghan cousins lived for fighting and plundering, being experts at both. They traversed rough terrain like mountain goats, they shot as accurately as trained snipers, they waited in ambush positions for days without a cough or a whisper, then struck with total ferocity in a whirl of knife blades. They also dyed their hair with henna, frequently made love to young boys and used handfuls of sharp stones in lieu of toilet paper. The British Army had fought everywhere and everybody in its time and, man for man, the Pathans were the toughest opponents it had ever encountered. So it was never any great surprise for any of the border regiments when they were called out to repel yet another round of raids from the tribal areas.

In truth the Sikh enlisted men and their white officers rather enjoyed the challenge of pitting their professional skills against the Pathans. The wives of the Sikh soldiers were at least left living in their own country and their own territory. It was the British wives abandoned to the heat and dust of Gazepore who found time hanging heavily on their hands. Especially with the advancing summer weather bearing down on them ever more oppressively. In faraway cities like Calcutta and Bombay there was electricity, and fans and refrigerators — but no such modern comforts were available in Gazepore. The old ways were still the only ways, and an old remedy against the heat was still the only remedy.

Many years before a Colonel’s wife had discovered a small spring on the outskirts of the Regiment’s cantonment, a spring which provided a trickle of wonderfully cool water from some subterranean source, even when the rocks around it were too hot to touch with a bare hand. Being a lady of enterprise and determination, the Mem-sahib had arranged for a wooden hut to be erected at the spring and a bathing pool to be made inside it. A small pool to retain the freshness of the spring water, round, twelve feet across, with a two foot high retaining wall. The spring rose in the center and an overflow pipe took away the excess water, the pool thus staying cool enough to provide a wonderful refuge from the otherwise inescapable heat.

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The Colonel’s lady had provided pots of ferns, tables for magazines and newspapers, even a spring driven gramophone, and then laid unmistakable claim to the hut by calling it the Moorghi-Khana, the Hen’s Room. And so it had remained, a place used only by the British wives and their attendant ayahs, their maids. The ayahs were presently sitting cross legged on mats against the wall of the hut, watching the white women relaxing in the pool and ready to attend when called. One of the odd things about the Moorghi-Khana was that both types of women were wearing Indian saris wrapped about them. Normal dress for the Indian women, naturally, but only worn by the European wives when bathing in the pool. It would, of course, be unthinkable for native girls to be allowed to see white women naked — just as offensive as it would be for the British wives to see each other unclothed. Queen Victoria had been dead for a long time but her spirit still lived on in Gazepore.

Jean Ellington shook her head in disbelief at the picture in a copy of the “Tatler” she was carefully holding above the water. The magazine was the most recent copy available, having arrived on the dawn mail train only two months after being published in London.

“Have you seen these pictures from Germany? Von Hindenburg with that upstart Adolph Hitler. A Field Marshal shaking hands with a scruffy ex-corporal! It’s beyond belief. Surely the Germans are never going to give any real power to a raving lunatic with a silly little mustache?”

“Don’t be so naive, Jean,” Camilla Hartley-Dexter said. “Hindenburg is just using Hitler’s gang to get rid of the communists. As soon as that dirty job is done the Germany Army will toss Herr Hitler back into jail and throw away the key.”

“Maybe,” Mrs Ellington said, rather doubtfully. “But one can never tell with the Germans, can one? And the little corporal seems awfully bellicose. There couldn’t be another war, could there?”

All the other women shook their heads, some a little wistfully. A war with Germany would mean a huge expansion of the Army, rapid promotion for their husbands and all the advantages which went with it — such as saying goodbye to Gazepore for ever. But there was never going to be another big war, and certainly not one in Europe.

“Never mind, darlings,” Amanda Priller said lightly. “If the worst comes to the worst, we’ve always got the Maharajah’s Own to protect us.” There was an outburst of giggles around the pool.

The Maharajah that Amanda was talking about was the Maharajah of Kultoon. Kultoon was one of the small semi-independent states which were dotted about India, most of them ruled as an absolute monarchy by a hereditary maharajah. None of these petty kingdoms were important enough to be a threat to British rule over the sub-continent, so the rulers were allowed to do pretty well what they liked inside their own territory. The Marajah of Kultoon’s principal occupation, despite his age, was fornication. Both in legal wedlock and out of it no ruler had more right to be called the father of his nation.

His Highness was also a strict observer of his faith. He absolutely refused to consider having a railway built across his state less some infidel should consume pork in the dining car of a train whilst traveling through Kultooni territory. The Maharajah always had excellent reasons for resisting anything which might change his country in any way. A position strongly buttressed by the fact that the royal family of Kultoon happened to be incredibly wealthy because of several very productive diamond mines inside their small country.

Not that these matters would normally have been a matter of any interest in distant Gazepore, far from Kultoon’s borders. It was one of the Maharajah’s increasingly erratic whims of his old age which had made the difference. For the Maharajah of Kultoon had his own army — or, to be precise, a regiment of cavalry. Outfitted in expensive uniforms, riding the best horseflesh money could buy, and well drilled in all kinds of parade ground maneuvers. The regiment was also a standing joke throughout all of India because of its title: “The Maharajah of Kultoon’s Own Irregular Lancers”.

To begin to understand the joke it was only necessary to take a look at its officers. Every single one of them had been fathered by the Maharajah — and they were just the legitimate tip of the iceberg. A further glance along the enlisted ranks of the Maharajah’s Own Irregulars showed a further number of facial similarities clearly conceived by the Maharajah’s own irregular liaisons: an astonishing number of them. The Kultooni cavalry was indeed a band of brothers — or half brothers, at any rate. And most of them had inherited in full the Maharajah’s handsome good looks and strapping vitality. Which he in turn was reputed to have acquired from his own mother’s indiscretion with a unscrupulous English cavalry officer called Flashman.

So perhaps it was an inherited love of fine horses which had inspired the creation of the Irregular Lancers. Nobody had cared one way or another, until the Maharajah had summoned the Vice Regal Diplomatic Representative accredited to his court and announced his desire to send his regiment to the North West Frontier to assist his good friends, the British, in defending the imperial borders of India. Well, for a few months anyway, as the Kultooni military would obviously have to abandon any thoughts of warfare once the polo season started.

The British representative was startled, appreciative and deeply unhappy at the idea. He knew very well that the Maharajah’s Irregulars fired their carbines about once a year and had never shown the slightest interest in any kind of soldiering which didn’t involve shiny buttons and admiring watchers — especially female ones. Putting the Kultooni cavalry up against the Pathans would be like sending the Boston Missionary Society to drive the Apache tribes out of Arizona. The holy warriors from Afghanistan would chew the Irregulars up like betel nuts and spit them out in bright red splashes across the mountain rocks.

On the other hand, the British hadn’t ruled India for a hundred and fifty years by needlessly insulting rich and useful Indian rulers, especially ones who were genuinely friendly towards the Empire. So the Irregulars would at least have to be sent to some garrison post up in the border areas and the Maharajah assured that they were performing honorable service. Thus would the ruler’s good will be kept — a good will which would quickly evaporate if some of his favorite sons’ testicles ended up as kebabs on Pathan daggers.

On the third hand — not left, nor right, but underhand — was the British diplomat’s concern for one royal son in particular, the commanding officer of the Kultooni Regiment, His Royal Highness the Colonel Prince Ravi of Kultoon. The Vice Regal Diplomat knew all about young Prince Ravi, late of Eton College and Oxford University, and heir to the throne of Kultoon. He knew that Ravi was probably the most dashing and good looking of all the Maharajah’s sons. The diplomat also knew that the Prince was clever, cowardly, unscrupulous and totally determined to maintain his life of privilege and wealthy indolence at all costs.

In other words he was just the sort of reliable chap the British wanted to replace the Maharajah when the old ruler finally made one trip too many to his harem and went to Allah with a smile on his face. But there was a very good chance that Prince Ravi would not be available to be weighed in diamonds at his coronation if Colonel Ravi was allowed anywhere near the frontier passes, where every open space was swept by eagle sharp eyes behind carefully adjusted rifle sights. The Pathans might not be great scholars or mathematicians but they could all read ground like Napoleon and judge the range to a target with incredible accuracy. Neither did they care in the slightest whether their targets had white, brown, black or yellow skin. The Pathans were a totally fair minded people; they didn’t care whom they shot, raped, looted or tortured.

Urgent messages were exchanged between Kultoon and New Delhi. The decision was unanimous: a place where Gurkha, Sikh and British infantry battalions needed all their professional skills to stay alive was no place for the Kultooni irregulars and their polo sticks. But since the 17th Rifles were being called out of barracks to defend Warzistan then Prince Ravi and his men could be sent to Gazepore to defend the garrison town against any threat which might emerge in the 17th’s absence. Of course there was no real threat to Gazepore, only a few dacoits, loose-wallahs, and barely active bandits easily controlled by the local police. But the Maharajah didn’t know that and his cavalry could mount impressive patrols around the town with spurs jingling and lance-pennants fluttering, all of which could be represented to the Maharajah as valuable frontier duty. And when the old boy finally got tired of having his regiment away from home it could be returned to him as shiny and complete as a box of lead soldiers newly purchased from Harrods.

It was a neat solution, except that the Commander-in-Chief, Army of India, was concerned that Colonel Ravi would complain to his father that the Kultooni cavalry wasn’t being allowed to gallop into a place of honor on the firing line. Fortunately, the Vice Regal Representative in Kultoon was able to assure the C-in-C that it was extremely unlikely that Prince Ravi or any of his fellow officers would choose to complain to anybody about not being shot at. And so the arrangements were made and the Maharajah’s Own Irregular Cavalry came to Gazepore by troop trains, as opposed to any tedious riding.

The effect was rather like a Hollywood film company complete with stars arriving in a remote Newfoundland fishing village. Mutual incomprehension and dislike on all sides. The Kultooni cavalry loathed Gazepore from the beginning — horses, men and officers. The horses fought for scraps of shade under the few shriveled trees: the men sought consolation for their exile in the Sikh soldiers’ married quarters. But Gazepore had many turban wearing veterans who resented the would be wooers. And in India resentment is never an intangible emotion. Several Kultooni soldiers opted to spend their nights out of barracks — but two of them failed to return before dawn reveille. Their remains on both occasions were soon located by watchers observing where the vultures were gathering to break their fasts. And it was also noted that whatever the carrion eaters had done to the bodies, it was impossible to blame them for the fact that the Kultooni enlisted men were found with their severed genitals sewn into their mouths. From then on most of the lancers decided to opt for prudent celibacy until they could return to the safety of their own territory.

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My wife Elaine and I would like to share our sexual experiences with your readers. This is a second marriage for both Elaine and myself and when Elaine and I began dating we were also dating others as well. Elaine and I began sleeping together on our first date, actually we had returned to her apartment after a movie, and while I was trying to get up the nerve to try something she started rubbing my cock. Feeling its swelling she unzipped my trousers and gave me the best blow-job I’d ever had. And to make things even better she is not a spitter and swallowed every drop of my fluid.

I knew that if she would go down on me on our first date that she was also doing the same for the other men she was dating but we were not as yet in love with each other so it really didn’t matter to me. In fact I found the idea of her screwing other men strangely arousing.

I didn’t mention my feelings about this to Elaine and she never talked about what she did with others until one night when I arrived to pick her up for a date. Just as I turned onto her street I noticed a car pull out of her drive and turn the opposite way down the street. I didn’t think much about this until I rang the doorbell. Elaine, thinking I was the other man, called from behind the door as she opened it “What’s the matter Jim. Haven’t you had enough for one day?”. When she saw it was me and not Jim she was as startled as I.

Standing in her open doorway with nothing on she gasped “I. I thought you were someone else.” “Obviously.” I replied. “God, I’m sorry John. I guess I lost track of time.” I realized that I had become extremely excited seeing her that way and knowing that another man had just made love to her. All I could say was “Did you and your friend enjoy yourselves?”. I didn’t mean this the way it sounded and Elaine replied “Don’t be angry. Please. You had to know I have been dating other men and we don’t really have anything permanent do we.” We were in her apartment now and I said “We could if you wanted.” “What do you mean, We could?” she said. “I mean we can have whatever you want.” “I want you to forget about what just happened and love me.” Elaine said. “I do love you.” I said “And I don’t want to forget about what just happened. I want you to tell me about what happened while I screw you brains out.” “You mean now?” “Right now.” I replied as I picked Elaine up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Elaine’s bed was a mess. I could smell the musk from her lovemaking. I noticed a large wet stain on the sheets and knew that on that spot another man had emptied himself in my beautiful Elaine’s cunt. I knew also that she must have enjoyed it just as much as he had and that only served to make me more excited.

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I have a job as a night watchman at a construction project. It was a quiet night on the eleven-to-seven shift, when some workers came in to do a bit of a tile work. They were bringing in their equipment when I noticed that a beautiful blonde in her early twenties was part of the crew. When she walked over to me and asked where the nearest water spigot was, I sat there not saying a word, running my eyes over her tasty young body. She had piercing blue eyes, huge breasts that bounced wildly beneath a thin, button-down shirt, and a narrow waist. I finally came to my senses and told her I would show her the spigot in one of the backrooms.

When we got there, she introduced herself as Cleo and asked if I would connect her hose for her. I would love to connect my hose to her, I thought to myself, but of course said nothing. As I bent down to hook up her hose to the spigot, Cleo leaned over to watch. I could feel her breasts on my back. I was pleased by the firmness of her melon-size tits, and would have been happy to have them pressed against my back for the rest of the night.

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I first met Fran one day after work in the parking lot. There she was with the hood of her car open, so I went to see if I could help. She was wearing a short skirt and blouse that showed her figure off. I couldn’t get the car to start so I offered her a ride home. As she slid into the car her skirt slid up revealing even more of her legs. As we rode we talked and I found out that she was an ex-stripper, she gave it up for a good paying job. The thought of seeing her on a stage naked gave me a slight hard on.

When we arrived at her house she invited me in for a drink. I sat on the couch as Fran poured us a drink, when she returned she put the drinks on the end table. She turned and walked over to the stereo and put some music on. She then excused herself and went into the bedroom, when she returned she was wearing a long silk robe. As she sat down the bottom of the robe opened all the way up to her hip. Then she asked if I would like to see her dance, I would have been a fool to say no. She stood up and moved to the middle of the room. Slowly she untied the robe to the beat of the music, and slid it down around her shoulders moving about the floor. She opened the front enough to let me view her large breast cupped in a thin bra.

I started to get a erection again as she teased me. Next she let the robe open all the way and fall to the floor. Kicking the robe to the side she leaned to me and bounced her tits in my face, I thought they were going to pop out of her bra. She looked down and noticed the bulge in my pants, she gave me a smile of appreciation. Just watching her dance around in her bra and panties made me horny as hell, I never saw a stripper on stage.

As she turned around again she reached back and unfastened her bra, tossing it back over her shoulder to me. When she turned to me she crossed her arms across her chest trying to cover her nipples. Then she moved one then the other, she had large tits and her nipples were hard. She ran her hands along her thin waist up to her tits pushing them together. She came to the couch again, as I looked up at her she offered me a tit to suck on. As I sucked her hard nipple she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, running her hands over my chest.

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After two quick pregnancies, my wife and I decided to use alternatives to intercourse. (The pill and other birth control was not available where we lived during the early 1960’s.) Our favorite position was for her to lie on her back, legs spread, feet in the air, with me kneeling between her legs. Instead of inserting my penis, I would insert two fingers while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She positioned her hand so I could fuck her fist. Her orgasms were great and she often finished me off with a great blow job.

My girlfriend and I went rollerblading on a bike path that runs through town but is pretty wooded. I don’t know what it is about skating, maybe seeing her in a sports bra and sweaty and getting to look at her ass while skating behind her, but I was horny! So we took a break at a small wood bridge running over this little creek. We began playing around and I was standing behind her and had my hands up her shirt and down her panties. We decide to go for it, I slid her shorts to her ankles and off of one foot and moved her panties to one side and pulled out my dick. She had me put it in her from the back with her legs spread apart. We were still standing and on our skates as I pumped her. We were only like a block and a half from a school and we could hear cars and kids a ways away, but we kept going. I came and we fixed ourselves and skated off. Only about a minute later we crossed some kids walking home on the path. Boy, would they have gotten a show.

Katie has the sweetest body…creamy skin, a little extra meat on her bones, dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and shapely breasts. I woke up horny one morning, but she said she wasn’t up for sex. I started to touch myself, working a slow rhythm. Katie asked what she could do to help.

Not wanting to pass up the opportunity I asked her to straddle me and play with her soft round breasts. We’d never done something like that before, and I was pleased when she went along with it. Her thighs hugged mine as she rubbed her breasts while staring into my eyes. She would smile slightly and pinch her dark-pink nipples. The hardened nipples rolling between her thumb and forefinger were a wonderful encouragement.

She cooed and sighed for me, and would lift her hips slightly as I stroked. She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, and ran her hands up and down her sides. Occasionally, I would brush my fist against the front of her panties and she would tilt her head up and sigh. I began to jerk my hips at the sight of her hands pressing into her breasts, and I closed my eyes. As I came, she bent forward causing my cum to splash onto her breasts and drip down off her rock-hard nipples.

As she stood up I began to tell her who great that was, and she slowly pulled of her panties. Katie got back on top of me and guided me into her hot, wet pussy. She felt incredible, and I was hard again in an instant. She pushed down on me a few times, with her rosy breasts bouncing gently. Soon she rolled over and I spread her thighs and pushed past her beautiful swollen lips. She continued to squeeze and caress her breasts as I stroked in and out faster. She was burning up inside, and her wetness was heavenly.

Katie’s face grew flush and she began to moan loudly. She bit her lower lip and pinched her nipples furiously as I pounded into her. She clamped her legs tight around my waist and ground her hips hard against mine. In an instant she yelled out and arched her back up high as I thrust into her as deep and as fast as I could. She shook and moaned and touched herself all over, and finally I came again shooting deep into her tight and throbbing pussy.

The best time I ever had sex was definitely my first. I was with my girlfriend on a date to see Alien. Nice long movie to get turned on by, and it was a horror, so I could start by holding her hand. I figured it wouldn’t be good for IN the movie theater, but, you know…We went home, and we fucked each other. Hard.

Anyway, everything went as planned. We made out in the parking lot for a few minutes, we watched the movie, I held her hand, and at least I got turned on in anxiety. When I drove home I asked if she wanted to have sex. She agreed, but it was her first time so she was nervous. (My first time too, but I was just excited.)

Once we went in my apartment we started to just rip off each other’s clothes. She was nervous about fucking so she just started sucking my cock. It was SOOOO good… I started to rub her tits then went to rubbing her clit as hard as I could. Her eyes bulged so much and she stopped sucking my cock and shoved me onto the table. I lay on my back on that table just as I came. Some dripped down and she got on top of me. She pushed my cock into her pussy and screamed.

After that I was rolling and stroking while she was kicking and biting and finally I dumped my load in her. I felt the pleasure subside but I knew it would come again. We only fucked each other for like five minutes but I came three times in the end.

The concert was in an old concert hall, and there were clearly more people there than normally allowed. The crowd was packed in and I felt her soft body and blonde hair in front of me, and she was facing the other direction. As we stood packed close together, I reached under her black cotton miniskirt and touched her bare butt cheek. She didn’t move or even turn around as I grabbed her ass.

I was hard instantly and I decided to unzip myself, and allow my cock to peek out of the top of my zipper. I reached under her skirt again as the crowd pushed and felt her bare ass cheek. While I felt under her skirt, I noticed that she had no panties. I positioned my cock directly behind her pussy and lifted her skirt slightly as I put the zipper flap of my pants in her ass crack, and pushed forward with the crowd. She didn’t turn around as I ground my body against her.

I lowered my body and the bare head of my cock touched her between her cheeks, and she didn’t even flinch. I reached forward and slipped a finger in her pussy from behind and she spread her legs slightly. I unzipped all the way and slipped my cock between her legs from behind. I rubbed my bare cock the length of the outside of her pussy. She was shaved ,smooth and incredibly wet.

I slipped my cock into her wetness and pumped slowly with the crowd pushing against me. I came quickly, slipped out of her pussy, and zipped up, worked my way back through the crowd and left. What a concert!

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It was the fourth of July, 1998. My girlfriend and I went to the lake to watch the fireworks from the shore. We were sitting up in a lifeguard tower to get a better view above the crowd.

The entire night we had been messing around with each other and soon enough my girlfriend put her hands down my pants and started rubbing my dick. At this point we were both so worked up that stopping wasn’t an option.

She told me she wanted me to fuck her and make her cum at the exact time the fireworks went off. She pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles and sat on top of me with her back facing me, and a blanket pulled over her lap. We went slow for about ten minutes but as soon as the fireworks went off she started to ride me like she never had before.

We both came instantly with about 500 people looking on, I guess the fireworks weren’t the big show that night!

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I was dating this girl and we had sex everywhere and any time we could. She really liked public places and I didn’t care. She was absolutely fantastic. One time we were out cruising and stopped at a local convenience store to get some soda. She looked at me before we got in the store and told me to follow her to the restroom. She went into the restroom. I went and looked at the sodas and stuff. When I went into the restroom she was already nude. I quickly kissed her and started sucking on her nipples. She was moaning by this point. I licked my way down her body and drove my tongue into her hot pussy. She was swaying on her feet. I licked and sucked at her clit till she came hard and got my face all wet.

I stood up and she immediately went to my crotch and lowered my zipper and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on me for a while. She stopped and put her leg up on the sink and told me to fuck her. I slid my cock into her and on the first thrust was balls-deep. We fucked like that for about 15 minutes. She then told me she wanted me in her ass. We’d never done this in public before, but I was game. I got some of her cunt-juice and some lotion she carried and lubed her up and slid my cock in her back door slowly. Once I got in, I fucked her hard. She was moaning and gasping with every thrust.

Just after I came, we heard a knock at the door. “WHAT’S GOING ON IN THERE?” someone shouted through the door. She yelled, “Nothing. I am just about done.” We cleaned ourselves up and I left the restroom first. Five minutes later she came out, wearing nothing but her coat. It was open. I paid for our soda and got a discount, cuz the guy couldn’t believe his eyes…

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