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Megabucks Megafun - Part 1

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: PlumpLvr Posted on: 05 Aug 2003 2 comments
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I went back and looked at my original post of this story, and realized the last four chapters had been truncated. So I'm reposting in two parts, so you can see how it turned out.

Chapter 1

Becoming a millionaire sure has changed my life, in more ways than one. The most surprising, and unexpected, was the enhancement to my sex life. You see, I write software, and two years ago I came up with a new encryption algorithm. I won't bore you with the technical details, but soon after I came up with it a huge software giant hired me to develop it for their operating system.

Well, two years later I now run a fairly large corporation and am loaded. My wife and I built a huge new house, and hired a small staff to take care of it, and us. It also had a nice affect on my wife Amy. She hired a personal trainer, lost a little weight, firmed up her big D cup tits, and her appetite for sex seemed to increase dramatically. We fucked like rabbits, having lots of fun sex.

Our first foray into the unusual came after we hired our maid, Esmeralda, or Ezzy as we called her. Ezzy was in her early 20's, of Spanish decent. Her long black hair was kept in a knot, and her uniform revealed a nice set of tits. She was slightly thick in the waist, but had a great ass, big and round. Her long legs were accented by the dark hose she wore.

On the first morning my wife set the tone. Ezzy came in and sat our morning coffee on a side dresser. My wife kicked off the covers, and strode to the bathroom. Poor Ezzy's eyes went wide! You see, my wife and I sleep in the nude, and that's just how my wife got out of bed and strut her stuff.

My wife came out of the bathroom wearing a thin, short sleeve bathrobe that barely covered her, stopping at her crotch. Looking at me she said "Your turn John. Hurry before the coffee gets cold!" Well, what the hell. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with a huge piss hard on. Ezzy tried not to look like she was looking, but we could tell she was. I came out in my robe, and accepted my coffee from Ezzy.

Well, after about two months Ezzy became quite comfortable with seeing us naked. By that point we had even quit bothering with our robes, and took our coffee from here still nude. It wasn't long after this before my wife took things to the next level. I awoke one morning with the sheets on the floor. Amy was between my legs, sucking my cock.

Upon seeing me wake up, she slid up and plopped down on me. My cock slid easily in her wet pussy, which told me she'd been doing some masturbating before I woke. I reached up and took a tit in each hand as I thrust my hips inside her. "Ungh, baby this feels really good, but Ezzy will be here any minute." I cautioned.

"Exactly" Amy said with an wicked grin. "I'm counting on it." We continued our fuck, and in just a few minutes my prediction came true. Ezzy walked in the door and froze.

"Oh! I'll come back in just a minute." she started to turn when my wife stopped her.

"It's OK Ezzy, come on in! We're almost done." Ezzy stood in silence, watching us fuck. My wife shuddered, her back arched and she moaned "oh yesssss" as her pussy clamped down on my cock. This set me off, and I came hard filling her cunt with my spunk. My wife sat on me, breathing heavy, then turned to our maid. "Ezzy, be a dear and fetch us some towels, will you?"

Wordlessly Ezzy stepped into the bath, then came back with two towels. "Thanks" Amy said. She got off me, standing on the floor beside Ezzy. Spreading her legs she cleaned my cum out of her soaked crotch. I took the towel from Ezzy, who was now staring at my crotch. As I was cleaning up, my wife snapped Ezzy from her trance. "Thanks, you're a sweetie. Now, how about some coffee?"

Ezzy seemed to take it in stride, as this performance repeated it self many more times. (I suspect the nice raise we gave her helped her take it in stride too!) She'd come in with our coffee, see we were having sex, go get us some towels, then stand beside the bed and watch until we were done.

Chapter 2

One morning I awoke, my wife laying beside me moaning. I looked over to see her legs spread wide, one of her many dildos in her pussy. She was having a splendid orgasm, which gave me an instant hard on.

"Hey, save some of that for me!" I said.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"Well now that you have..."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I have to run, I have an appointment in town. And your cock looks so pretty too, all long and hard." Just then Ezzy walked in with the coffee. Amy looked at her, then me, then back at her, then got a big grin. "I have an idea..."

She leapt out of bed and ran up to Ezzy. Dragging her to the edge of the bed, she said "Ezzy dear, I have a problem. You see, I was masturbating using that big dildo on the bed there. Well, I woke poor John up and now he's all horny but I have an appointment and can't take care of him. Do you suppose you could be a dear and help him?"

"Me? But I... I mean..." Ezzy stammered, looking from my cock to my wife and back.

Amy pulled our maid close, and whispered to her "Surely all those times you've watched us fuck you haven't thought about doing him? What it would be like to take his big cock in your sweet mouth? To taste his wonderful cum?" While she was whispering, my wife began rubbing Ezzy's crotch under her skirt.

"I would be most grateful if you could help. You'd be rewarded greatly this week... And you could even use my dildo to get yourself off if you want..."

I don't know if it was the money, the dildo, the site of my cock, or my wife's hand running over Ezzy's pussy, but she began nodding. "OK." she whispered.

"Great." my wife said. "Let's get you out of this so we don't mess it up." She began undressing the maid, and in no time she was standing beside my wife, both of them naked. Ezzys' skin was light brown all over, her nipples thick and dark. Her pussy was surrounded by thick, curly hair that was jet black.

Amy pulled her down onto the bed, the two of them lying flat on their tummy's between my out stretched legs. Amy grabbed my dick and guided it into Ezzy's warm mouth. "John likes it nice and wet." she was telling our maid. "He also likes a bit of a show, so try not to be greedy and swallow it all, OK?" Ezzy nodded, not wanting to remove her mouth from my organ. "And make sure you enjoy yourself too, you're welcome to use my dildos or whatever and have a nice cum yourself. Think you can handle it?" Again, Ezzy just nodded and smiled, still sucking my hard on.

"Good girl." My wife said, and slid out of bed. She stopped at the edge, leaned over and grabbed her dildo. Spreading Ezzy's legs, she reached down and slid it inside her. In a move that surprised me, she bent over and gave Ezzy's left butt cheek a kiss and a pat. "OK, you kids have fun, I'm off." With that she disappeared into the bathroom.

Ezzy continued her expert blowjob, her tongue dancing across my cock. Propped up on my pillows I could see her ass moving up and down, humping my wife's dildo. Gentle moans escaped from her. "Oh Ezzy, damn you are a good little cock sucker."

"I've wanted you for a long time." she admitted. "All those times I stood and watched your wife sucking your dick, I wanted so badly to join her. To taste your delicious cum. I... can I tell you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

"When I carry the towels away, after you and the Miss have sex? I lick your juices off the towel. I... well I..."

"Go on."

"Well, I have even taken the towels to my room and masturbated later. But not on the clock!" she hastily added.

"That's OK." I laughed. "I guess after torturing you like that, it's only fair we allow you to get off yourself on the clock. How did you like our taste?"

"Very yummy. It made me very turned on."

"Both of us?" I enquired.

"Oh yes, both of you taste very good."

"Ah, so you go both ways I take it?"

She nodded. "When I was growing up I shared a room with my cousin. I learned a lot about sex from her. She and I spent many nights together rolling around in bed, our faces in each others pussies."

"Anyone else?"

"Well, sometimes my room mate and I will get off together if we're both really horny."

"So.." I ventured, "would you like to eat out Amy?" Ezzy pulled my cock out of her mouth and smiled.

"I would like that. To eat her, after you have squirted in her. I have done that for my room mate a few times, I just have the bestest cums."

"I'll see what I can arrange." I told her. "But for now, I think you should get back to work." Ezzy smiled, and plunged her mouth down over my cock. She began sucking in earnest, giving me a real working over. Her hand gently fondled my balls while her tongue danced around my prick.

"Oh fuck." I groaned. "You have got me so close!" Looking down I could see her ass bouncing up and down rapidly, fucking the dildo in her cunt. She moaned as well, but didn't stop sucking my cock for a minute.

"Shit! I'm cumming!" I yelled. My body shook and I began filling her mouth with my cum. I guess she remembered my wife's instructions, part way through my orgasm she pulled my cock out and sprayed my jism all over her face. Damn she looked sexy, her brown skin covered in my gleaming white cum. She was also shaking, having a nice cum of her own.

We were lying there when Amy stormed back into the room, wearing a white pants suit that had a long flowing top. It almost looked like a dress at first, but then upon second look I figured it out. "If you two are done, I could use a quick cup of coffee." Ezzy leaped out of bed and poured a cup, while my wife slid on her shoes.

It was quite a contrast from the normal, this time my wife was dressed and our maid naked, my cum still dripping from her. In a move that shocked both Ezzy and me, Amy leaned in and gave Ezzy a deep kiss, licking some of my spunk from her dark face. Never before had my wife shown any interest in other women, but I wasn't going to complain in the least.

"Thanks sweetie." Amy told her. "I appreciate it. Now you two better get cleaned up and get to work!" And with that she stormed out like she had stormed in.

Chapter 3

That night I mentioned Ezzy's comments to my wife. She gave me an offhand cryptic reply that did not leave me hopeful of seeing them together. But, like has happened so often lately, my wife surprised me again.

The next morning I awoke to a buzzing noise. I tried turning off the clock, but it was already off. "About damn time your sorry ass woke up." my wife said. "I'm wearing out my poor vibrator."

I looked over and saw Amy spread eagle, vibe in her wet pussy. My cock had apparently woken up before I did, as it was already rock hard. She rolled over and sat on me, my hard on easily slipping into her brown haired pussy. Amy began fucking me, riding up and down. I love that position, being able to look up and see her tits wobble around, her nipples standing out.

Just then, Ezzy appeared punctual as ever. She started to go for the bathroom, but my wife stopped her. "Ezzy, come here a minute." Our maid came back, standing beside the bed obediently. "My husband says you were very good to him yesterday."

"Yes ma'am." Ezzy replied nervously.

"Did you like sucking his cock? Did you like the taste of him?"

"Oh yes ma'am!" she replied enthusiastically.

"Well, I did promise you a nice reward. Take off your clothes." Our maid stood still for a moment, as if a bit shocked, then began to rapidly strip. Only a minute later she was a naked as we were. "Come here." my wife commanded. "Kneel on the bed beside me."

When she had done so, Amy leaned over and gave Ezzy a deep, wet French kiss. She began fondling Ezzy's dark tits, pinching her brown nipples. Hesitant at first, our maid began fondling my wife's breasts. Breaking the kiss, my wife leaned over and sucked one of those dark tits into her mouth. The site of this girl girl action got me even harder, and I began fucking my wife's pussy even more forcefully.

Amy looked at me, pulling Ezzy's face to suck on her tits. "Does this turn you on? Seeing your wife and maid go at it like a couple of cheap whores? C'mon you horny bastard, shoot your spunk in me!" I could see Ezzy's hand, rubbing my wife's clit as I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy. Unable to take any more of this hot scene, I began shaking then with one good hard slam began pumping my load into Amy's hot cunt.

She shuddered, and held Ezzy tight against her tits as her own cum overtook her. Before I was even through shaking Amy let go and rolled onto her back, beside me. "You!" she said, pointing at our maid, "roll over here and clean me up. Use that sweet tongue of yours to do it!"

Smiling, Ezzy dove between Amy's legs and buried her face into Amy's pussy. Loud, slurping noises filled the room as she ate my cum out of my wife's cunt. I watched as my wife had three orgasms in ten minutes, before she finally pulled Ezzy off. Pulling her up, my wife kissed her again, Ezzy's face gleaming with cock and pussy cum. "Now," Amy said, "clean him up."

Ezzy moved over and took my semi-limp dick into her mouth. She made a real effort to clean all the cum off my entire crotch. In the process, my little friend returned to life, giving her something stiff to suck on. My wife had watched this show for about ten minutes before she said "I'll be right back" and slipped out of bed, heading for her dressing room. "You two keep at it."

A few minutes later my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Out of the closet walked Amy, a huge cock dangling between her legs! Giving it a second look, I realized she was wearing a strap on dildo. "You like? I picked it up yesterday, thought I might need it." Standing at the foot of the bed she modeled it. I then realized that in fact it was a double headed dildo, one end buried deep in her pussy. The other end went through the strap on harness, and dangled freely. My wife gave it a few tugs, as if jacking off.

"I like it!" I said, a big grin on my face. "What'cha gonna do with it?"

Amy moved forward, and tapped Ezzy on the ass. Ezzy had not stopped giving me a blowjob, so had no idea of what was going on. "Up on your knees, but don't stop sucking."

Ezzy did as commanded, and Amy leaned in burying her face in our maids curly pubic hair. She moaned with delight. Having gotten the pussy wet enough, Amy straightened up and moved her hips behind Ezzy's. She positioned herself so the fake cock was right at the opening to our maid's cunt, then slammed it home with one vicious thrust. That got Ezzy's attention! "OH!" she cried. "Oh fuck!"

Amy then began a rhythmic thrusting, fucking our maid doggie style. I could see my wife's tits bouncing in time to the thrusting of her hips. Ezzy fumbled then managed to get my now very stiff prick back into her mouth, and soon we had a nice three way motion going.

All of a sudden Ezzy began to shake. Her mouth went tight around my cock, and I could see her ass cheeks quivering. This set me off, and I began filling her mouth with a load of cum. As I looked over our maids body I could see my wife shaking, her face, neck and tits red indicating she was having a nice orgasm of her own.

Chapter 4

When I left, the two girls were still rolling around on the bed having fun. Sigh. I guess that's the price one has to pay for being the boss. The morning had been a series of grueling meetings, planning, and conferences. Late in the afternoon I finally had a break.

My offices were on the top floor of a seven story building. My office was in a corner, having a nice view of the downtown district. One of the perks of being CEO, plus it gave an impressive view to visiting honchos. As you walked in, bookshelves lined the walls to the left and right. To the left, I had a secret panel which opened to my "inner sanctum".

My outer office was for show, in here is where I did all my real work. One keyboard and mouse controlled six computers, their monitors around me. On a second shelf another bank of five monitors could be set to view any location in my offices or house. Oh, did I fail to mention my state of the art security system?

When we built the house I had secretly installed video cameras, in full color and complete with sound and movement control, in every room of my house and on the grounds. I could see what was going on any time of day through a dedicated VPN linked to a Linux server located... oh sorry, I was getting techy on you. Let's just say a computer in the basement was hooked to my computer here, and I could control any camera remotely.

When I had installed these I conveniently forgot to mention the fact to my wife and staff, just to keep them on their toes.

Likewise, security cameras in my office building were also routed to my sanctum. From here I could see and hear everything, as well as control my whole world. And with a nice view, a coffee pot and pizza maker I could get a lot of work done, undisturbed.

I called up the house cams, and began looking for Amy. Ah, there she was, by the pool. She was naked, suntan oil making her skin glisten in the sun. The new pool guy / gardener, Dylan was beside her. Dylan was a young guy, mid 20's, muscular with a deep tan and long blonde hair. He had done a stint in the military, then spent a year surfing. Needing gainful employment he went to work for a series of gardening firms and got quite good at it, as evidenced from our immaculate grounds.

I had my suspicions at the time that it wasn't for his gardening skills that my wife hired him. And there he was, his cock dangling in front of her naked body. Wasn't the first time, I'd seen them going at it several times on the cams. Well, I guess I couldn't blame her, me being gone a lot. And I had to admit he did have an impressive prick.

Leaning over she gobbled him up, sucking him while her hand played with her pussy. Zooming in I saw her big dildo going in and out of her twat. Apparently they were far into their act, since it was only a few seconds before he pulled out and began firing his spunk over Amy's oily body. A trail of white cum went from her tits to her cunt. She began rubbing it in, and in just a moment her legs clamped together as I watched her cum.

Damn, and I'd barely had time to get a decent hard on. Late for the show again. A buzz from the intercom brought me to life. "Sir?" My long suffering secretary Margaret was paging me.

"Yes?" I answered, turning off the cams.

"Ms. Jones is here to see you."

"Give me five then send her in." I smiled, closing the secret door behind me and taking a seat. I began to drift as my memories took over....

Chapter 5

Rhonda Jo Jones was an old, dear friend of mine. Hailing from the south, she was short, barely five feet in heels which was quite a contrast to my six four. Her long blonde hair framed a cute face, ending where her C-cup tits began. She had a little of that middle age waist we all get, but her legs though short were still awesome. Quite a dresser, she was always immaculate. And hot.

About six months after I started the company I was in need of a company spokesperson. Outgoing, sassy, well spoken, and professional I thought of Rhonda Jo. We had known each other for a long time, and she set the tone from the day I had offered her the job.

"Hey, you don't have to do this you know." she told me.

"Do what?"

"Just because we fucked a few times years ago, you don't have to feel pity on me."

Oops, did I forget to mention that? Well, about 10 years earlier she had just gone through a nasty divorce. I was free at the time, and did my best to console her. Well, one thing led to another and...

Sadly it had not worked out. I never did figure out why, we just sort of stopped fucking and went back to being friends.

"I'm not!" I said emphatically. "Don't get me wrong, you were great in bed, but this isn't a pity thing. I need a competent, professional person. In short, I need you."

"No other strings attached?"

"None." I assured her.

"Fine. As long as we're clear. So, when do I start?" And with that, the deed was done.

I have to admit that although I had no strings attached, neither did I discourage any either. About a year after she came to work for me, we were out of town at a big software conference. We'd both had a little too much bubbly, and upon arriving back at the presidential suite old flames had rekindled.

We argued about mixing business with pleasure for some time, but no matter how hard we swore to behave invariably wound up back in the sack, in the throws of passion. Finally we had settled into a comfortable arrangement, where it went unmentioned during the workday. Alone at a convention, or after hours though, we let our urges take over.

I shook myself back to the present as the leggy blonde walked in. "What's up?"

"It's the Hunsweiger account. I've got him sold. But..."

"Sigh. There's always a but. Let's have it."

"Well, he insists on meeting you. Over dinner. Tonight."

Damn. I had hoped to sleep in my own bed tonight, so I could have some more fun with Ezzy in the morning. But a late night dinner made the long trip back to the house impractical. Sometimes I regretted building so far out of town. I looked up at Rhonda Jo, and she was batting her long eyelashes at me, a sweet smile on her face.

"Groan. OK, what time do we need to be there...." I'm such a sucker for a pretty face.

Chapter 6

Dinner had been a bear. Hunsweiger (by the way, my Editor made me change his name. Can't have any nasty lawsuits) had smoked cheap, nappy cigars and pawed at Rhonda Jo all through the meal. He'd also gotten quite tipsy, but in the end he'd signed.

It was almost midnight when Rhonda Jo and I got back to my office with the contracts. "Damn." she said. "That was a bitch. I could use a stiff one. How about you?"

"Oh, I've already got a stiff one." I said, eyeing her legs.

"You bad boy. You know what I mean." she walked to the row of bookcases along the right wall. Pushing the appropriate knothole, the bookcase slid open silently. Gee, did I forget to mention the OTHER secret door? Since my house was well over an hour drive from the office, I had a small apartment built into the building when I'd remodeled.

As you stepped through the door a small kitchenette was to the right. I kept a small supply of food, a coffee maker, etc for quick snacks. To the left was a dressing room / closet where I kept a small supply of suits and casual clothes. I also had a small washer/dryer, since I kept the room secret. It had an entrance into the bath.

At the end of the short hallway you stepped into a decent size room. A king size bed with silk sheets occupied the far right wall. At the foot of the bed was a matching white sofa. In front of that was a coffee table, across from which was a big screen TV that filled the wall. On the table was a controller that I could pull up my computer, look at any cam, and watch any show or DVD in my library.

Behind the wall with the TV was the bath. It was a bit luxurious, but what's the point of having bucks if you can't indulge? The toilet was in a small closet that had it's own computer terminal and shelf with some reading material. Two sinks embedded in black marble and gold trim backed the wall with the TV. Across and to the right was a big hot tub / whirlpool, big enough for two.

To the left of the whirlpool was the shower stall. Floor to ceiling glass panels surrounded three sides of the six foot long five foot deep enclosure. A bench, made out of the same dark tile as the floors and walls allowed the shower to be used as a steam room. Spray heads in all four corners shot warm water at waist high level. Three heads mounted in the roof produced a rain like spray. Finally there were two showerheads on long hoses which allowed for directing the water at the users wish.

Valuing my privacy, I kept this small apartment secret. Only Rhonda Jo and my secretary Margaret knew of it's existence. I'm sure it will be no surprise to you, gentle reader, to learn Rhonda kept several changes of clothes in the closet next to mine.

I went in and plopped down on the sofa, kicking off my shoes. Rhonda Jo came in from the kitchenette, her shoes already deposited by the door. I gratefully accepted the glass of wine she offered. We chatted for a bit about the nights events, her southern charm affecting me. Suddenly she changed gears on me.

"So." she said softly. "What do you suppose your old lady is doing?"

"Probably screwing the gardener."

"No, seriously."

"I am serious. Let's find out." I grabbed the control pad and activated the big TV. I switched to the house cams, and began searching. I finally found them in the upstairs media room. Naked, I could see they had some sort of porno flick playing on their huge screen. Amy was bent over one of the over stuffed chairs, Dylan doing her from behind.

"Holy SHIT!" Rhonda Jo exclaimed. "Do they know we can see them?"

"Nope."

"How... how... I mean... how long have they been..."

"Fucking?" She nodded. "Pretty good while. I don't know for sure, but I'd say not long after he came to work for us."

"Don't you mind?"

"Well, first off it's hard to get mad when you and I have been 'tripping the light fantastic' for a while." She blushed, but didn't say anything. "And, it's not like she's planning on leaving me or anything. Amy's just getting satisfied. And since I've been gone so much.... well let's just say I can't blame her."

"Wow. This is so cool." she replied, staring at the screen. "Can you see anywhere?"

"Anywhere in my house."

"What about here?" she replied nervously.

I had to lie a bit here, not sure how she'd react knowing I'd been watching her shower in the girls locker room. "I can see anywhere the security cameras can. Not in the bath or changing rooms though."

"But I thought I saw some cams there?"

"You did, they are recorded to digital hard drive and are only pulled up if someone decides to sue us for slipping in the shower. Keeps the security guys from becoming perverts."

In truth though, I had tapped into those archives, and could see anywhere. I did it after I found out Rhonda Jo was using the workout areas. Mostly I wanted to see her showering, but I'd also witnessed some fun female-female action among some of my employees. That's another story though...

On screen Amy moved, laying on her back on the floor. Dylan knelt between her legs, sliding his long schlong into her snatch. "Whoa!" Rhonda Jo said, "that boy's got him one impressive piece of meat!"

"Yup. Sorry though, you'll have to settle for my little friend right now."

She smiled. "Well, it may not be as big, but it keeps me happy. You know," she paused, running her fingers up my chest, "I'm tired of smelling all that nasty cigar smoke. Let's go take a shower." She stood, and headed for the bath leaving a trail of clothes in her wake.

Chapter 7

I followed, leaving my own trail of clothes. I stopped to take a leak, so when I came out the walls were already steamed up. I could make out Rhonda Jo's small figure splashing around inside. I opened the door and was immediately attacked by the small wet blonde.

She leaped into my arms, her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I grabbed each of her round ass cheeks, holding her up by her sexy butt. I lifted her, my cock slid easily into her shaved pussy. Stepping in, I walked to the back wall and slammed her up against it ramming my dick deep inside her.

"Oh god!" she grunted. "Fuck me stud!" Rhonda Jo loved her sex rough. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard, then bit my lower lip. I reached around and worked a finger into her sexy asshole. She jiggled and squirmed in delight.

I felt her fingernails digging into my back, and her face buried itself in my chest. She was screaming, biting my chest as my cock plunged in and out of her sweet twat, my finger wiggling in her asshole. I was glad I had spent the extra bucks to sound proof my apartment hideaway.

"Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT! I'm CUMMING! FUCK ME DON'T STOP OH PLEASE OH FUCK YESS YES YESSSSS" her body shuddered, cumming hard. I lowered her body to the tile bench. She leaned forward, taking my cock into her mouth. Greedily she sucked it while the water splashed around us.

I was getting close when she stopped and collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily. "You know what I want." she whispered sexily. "Would you do it?" I nodded and she got a big smile. She moved to the floor and got on her knees, doggy style. I got down beside her, and began licking her pussy. Moving up, I lightly rimmed her back door. Her long blonde hair hung heavily, water dripping from it.

I got up on my knees, and positioned my cock between her fleshy ass cheeks. I slid it up and down a few times, then positioned the tip right at the opening of her anus. I moved forward slowly but forcefully, holding her ass wide open. "OH!" she gasped as I penetrated her. "Oh yes."

"Baby do it! Oh I feel like you are splitting me wide open." Slowly I slid in, until my cock was buried all the way inside her ass. Moving back, I began fucking her sexy asshole.

Rhonda Jo rotated upward, so that her back was to my chest. I reached around with one hand and grabbed her slick cunt, pulling her close to me. My other hand began fondling her sexy tits. All the while my cock was buried deep in her bowels. I began to pump harder, faster, giving her one hell of an ass fucking.

Her arms went over her head, wrapping around my neck. "Oh yeah fuck me stud."

" Your ass feels so fucking good. So tight."

"I feel so nasty when you do me there. Oh it feels like you're ripping my shit hole wide open. You are filling me so full!"

"I'm about to feel you full baby! I'm gonna cream in your asshole!"

"Do me! Fuck my ass! Harder! Harder!" I was slamming her ass hard, my prick going all the way in and out. My hand was rubbing her clit the whole time, and her nipples were turning red from my pinching. She pulled my face down burying her face in my neck. I did likewise, and we bit each other at the same time. Her body seized up, and her ass clenched tight around my cock.

Unable to take any more, I shook and began filling her ass with my hot spunk. We were screaming, grunting, and shaking on the shower floor as the water washed over us. We began kissing, and I held her tight as our tongues passionately intertwined. Eventually I softened, and she reluctantly released me from her backside.

Wordlessly we stood, and took turns washing each other. Rinsed and clean, she pressed the button to stop the water, then started the dry process. Warm air blew over us while low intensity heat lamps aided in drying our skin. Dry, we stepped out. Rhonda Jo's hair was still damp, so she paused to take the hair dryer to it. I went on into the bed, turned down the lights and climbed in.

Continued in Part 2....