When Daddy's Away, Pussy Will Play

I had gotten home that morning from a wild night of drinking and, even about 8 p.m. on the Sunday night, was feeling like shit warmed over. I had pretty much decided to stay in for the night when the phone rang. It was my buddy Bruce (see my story “Dark and Stormy Night” or something like that) suggesting that I make way over to this woman Lynn’s place in Burnaby, so she, me, he, and Lynn’s friend Diane could “party it up.” I knew Lynn fairly well as she was a service provider to the company I worked for. She was a a bit of a babe, if somewhat older than me, but was in a long-term live-in relationship with a guy Bruce informed me was in Toronto on business. I just didn’t feel well enough to party, it was getting late and tomorrow was a work day. Plus I didn’t want to ride buses from North Van to Burnaby; I declined and headed off to bed.

The phone rang again and Bruce informed that Lynn really wanted to see me, that I should help a (married!) buddy out as he felt he had a good chance of “getting something” off Diane, and that he’d drive back to North Van to take me to Lynn and her boyfriend’s place. It just seemed too complicated to me, but Bruce kept whining until I gave in. He showed up about a half hour later and drove back to the apartment.

We got into Lynn’s place and the women greeted us at the door with glasses of champagne. Bruce and Diane soon finished theirs and retired to the guest bedroom. I was still feeling a bit weird about “the boyfriend,” so Lynn and I were sipping the drinks slowly while she quite blatantly tried to put me at my ease. Then Bruce came out into the living room, looking very sad. “We were getting undressed and then Diane laid down on the bed and passed out. What a drag,” moaned Bruce. He sat down on a couch and turned on the TV, telling me and Lynn to hurry it up as his wife would be wondering where he was.

Lynn took my hand and led me into the master bedroom where we started peeling off our clothes. What a body she had - firm, hard-nippled C-cuppish tits, a perfect ass, and a nice, big bush. When I got naked and my hard cock slapped off my stomach, she looked at me wide-eyed and calmly said, “You’re way bigger than my guy. Get over here and fuck me hard!”

We fell onto the bed and were soon French-kissing deeply. Lynn kind of rolled on top of me and started to push her snatch against my muscular thighs. I could feel her moist, warm hairiness on my leg and Lynn scooted down to get some cock-sucking going. She got about half of my thick, 6 1/2-inch cock in her mouth and slowly bobbed on my erection, eyes closed while her tongue teased my glans from time-to-time. I was in one of my periodic break-ups with my quasi-slutty girlfriend Laurie and hadn’t had anything but own-hand or pillow-humping releases for a while. “Jesus, Lynn,” I moaned, “”I’m gonna cum!” She sped up her suck-rate and I blasted her mouth full of cum, as my cock pulsed repeatedly. Lynn raised herself up on the bed and drooled my huge cum-shot all over her tits and belly. Then she rubbed the juices into her skin and lay down, spreading her toned thighs for me. “Oh, ____! Make me your slut, make me your whore,” she whispered.

Sounded like a plan to me but I had something else I needed to do first. I maneuvered my head between her legs and dove in. She must have showered earlier; her wet bush had a really floral scent that went well with the musky aroma of her hot, aroused cunt. I sucked on her meaty inner lips for a bit and went to finish her off with a clitoral assault. A minute or two of rapidly flicking her hard little cum-button with my tongue and she came good, pushing her vagina hard into my face.

I’ve always had a good cum-recovery capability and was soon over Lynn, pumping her steadily as I supported my weight with my forearms and gloried in the sight of her slightly jiggling titties and pleasured face. She asked, “Would you mind if I masturbate? I’m really close!” I grunted in the affirmative, and Lynn diddled herself in front of my hungry eyes. She came again with a drawn-out moan, and, when I pulled out to jack-off on her she grabbed my cock firmly and stuck it back inside. “I want you to cum inside me,” Lynn husked. “Give me more of you hot cum!” I fucked her crazily, the bed springs playing that sweet symphony, and unloaded the rest of my cum into her tight pussy as I pulled on her firm ass to sink myself as deeply as possible.

We recovered a bit and I got dressed. Lynn stayed in her bedroom as Bruce and I took our leave. Lynn and I had a couple of hotel fucks afterwards, but the boyfriend made it inconvenient and nothing with her really compared to that first time.