Barb from the first part of this trilogy was good friends with Anne, who I was also on good terms with (dangling participle alert!). Anne was the manager of one of the office’s most important departments, was maybe a year or two older than Barb so about six or seven years older than me, and, most importantly, was a borderline babe: big tits, nice round ass, gorgeous face, tall and statuesque.
One mid-week day she called me into her office as I was passing by and asked me to close the door. When I did, she told me she was hosting a small dinner party at her townhouse on the following Saturday and that she’d like me to come and meet some of her non-work friends. I said sure and she asked me to keep it under my hat as I was the only person she was inviting from the office.
Saturday rolled around and I showed up at her Lynn Valley townhouse at the appointed time. I knocked on the door and she told me through the intercom to come in. I entered, closed the door behind me, and Anne stepped out into the foyer from an adjoining room, wearing a long dressing gown. She greeted me by opening the gown and revealing large, slightly saggy, hard-nippled boobs and probably the first naturally blonde pussy (as opposed to light brown) I’d ever seen - a full, lush bush. “It’s a two-person dinner party. Barb told me all about your fuck sessions.” She went up the stairs to her bedroom and beckoned me to follow.
We were naked and writhing on her big bed within seconds. After a hot French-kiss session, I squeezed her big titties around my cock and pumped them for a bit. I painted her nipples with my copious pre-cum and sucked them clean. I dove into her hot snatch and ate her into a couple of moaning orgasms. Then I fucked her missionary and, after I recovered from my pulsating cumshot, we went into a vigorous cowgirl screw. She came hard, rubbing her clit with her index finger before I blew another load and we collapsed into a deep sleep.
I woke up around 8 a.m. the next morning and Anne was still sleeping, on her side and facing away from me. The sheets had partially come off her and when I pulled them down I was treated to the sight of her broad, womanly hips. I moved closer and down a bit and got a hot view of her pink, cum-encrusted labia peeking out through her pelt. I started licking her and she rolled on her back, giving me full oral access to her clit and cuntlips. She came again, explosively, and when I moved to enter her in mish, she told me she was sore and asked if a “nice long” handjob would be alright. Quoting Nietzsche or Gandhi or some other damn guy, I said something like, “All nuts are good nuts,” and lay on my back for my reward.
Anne took my thick, throbbing cock in a gentle grip and began a languorous jacking off. She edged me to orgasm a few times and stopped the jerk off before resuming. Applying lube to my pre-cum drenched meat, she said, “Barb told me how you like this,” and went into the final strokes. She added, just as I was about to explode, “She also told me you did this to her the last time you guys fucked,” and stuffed her lubed middle finger up my asshole. As I spurted madly all over those big breasts, I could feel my rectum throbbing around her finger until every drop of jizz was drained from me. It had to be the most powerful cum of my young life to that point. She was dripping with my semen and I was pole-axed for about 10 minutes!
Anne and I fucked fairly regularly for the next few months, but the age and maturity difference was realistically insurmountable. In any event, she started an affair with our married sleazebag branch manager (for “professional advancement” purposes, don’t you know) and we ended our sexual relationship although we remained friends for many years.
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