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That was all I needed to know.

We sat in the living room for a moment, getting acquainted. I sat next to him on the sofa. His leg pressed my thigh.

Beverly made drinks. Sanford got scotch-and-water, but all I got was some ginger ale over ice.

When the glasses were empty, Beverly asked me to go to the room and wait.

This was not her bedroom, but the other room, the guest room. It was small but comfortable, with a big single bed.

There was no window in the room, so I turned on the lamp on the night table. I sat on the bed, which had fresh sheets and blankets.

Outside the room, I guess the payment changed hands. Beverly came in the room first with Sanford trailing her.

Beverly shut the door. Since this was my first time out, she would be present during the session to offer guidance and reassurance.

Mainly, though, she was a voyeur, and loved to watch one of her little girls get fucked, whether by man, woman, or both.

There was an armchair at the foot of the bed and she sat down in it, showing a lot of thigh when she crossed her legs.

Sanford must have known her ways, 'cause he wasn't at all bothered by her being there. Maybe he got off on being watched. I kind of did.

Beverly told us to ignore her and just have our fun.

Sanford came to me. I stood up and he hugged me. He was hot under the collar and his pink face was red now and sweating.

She pressed me against him and kissed me. His lips were blubbery and he was a sloppy kisser with a hot wet mouth.

He rubbed down my back and down the curve of my ass. He put both hands on my ass, one on each cheek, and squeezed them through the dress.

He was hot and stiff between the legs. He stopped kissing me. He unzipped my dress. His hands shook as he took it off me.

I raised my arms over my head and he pulled the dress off. I was in my bra and panties and red high-heeled shoes.

He moaned when he saw my tits in the black lace bra.

He held me and bent forward and rubbed his face against the tops of my tits, where they weren't covered by the bra.

The nipples got hard. The bra was soft and lacey and see-through, and the nipples could be seen pressing the cups.

He put his hand between my legs, rubbing my crotch through the panties.

He turned me around and took off the bra. He had some trouble with the hooks at the back and fumbled clumsily with them.

He muttered and cursed. Then the bra came open. He took it off me.

He said that I had beautiful breasts. I cupped my tits in my palms and lifted them so he could kiss them.

He kissed one nipple and then the other. Then it was time for my panties to come down. He wanted to see my pussy.

He pulled the panties down. His hands were moist with sweat. He pulled the panties off my hips. Their crotch was damp with my juices.

They fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and sat down on the bed so I could take off my high-heeled shoes.

Sanford took off his jacket and hung it up on a hook on the inside of the closet door. His white shirt was damp with sweat.

He stripped down to the waist. He was a big fellow with wide shoulders and a lot of belly, covered with gray body hair.

His dick was stiff and stood out in the crotch of his pants.

He came to me. Would I take him by mouth?

I said that I'd love to.

I got off the bed and got on my knees on the floor. I licked my lips. My head was facing his crotch. He opened his pants, took them down.

He wore silk drawers, boxer style. The front of them was lifted like a tent. The head of his cock was red and swollen where I saw it through the flyhole of the shorts.

He took hold of his dick and squeezed it through the shorts, rubbing silk against it before pulling the shorts down.

His cock flopped down in front of my face. He had a big thick red thing with a wide head. His bush was all graying, like his body hair and the hair on his head.

He fondled my hair and face, then pulled me to him.

His cock head rubbed my face. He put it up against my lips, and I kissed it.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. He liked that. He squirmed and his big soft belly rippled like a bowl full of jelly.

He pressed the cock head harder, so I knew he wanted to put it in my mouth.

I opened my mouth and he put his cock in. First he put in the head. I sucked on that for a while, making him shake.

He pressed my face with his palms and held my head and pushed his cock over my tongue and into my open throat.

I sucked on his thing. It was heavy and pressed my tongue. I rubbed it with my tongue. He pumped in and out of my mouth.

I concentrated on relaxing my throat muscles, as Beverly taught me. I was able to take him pretty deep, especially for this first time.

His thing got hotter as he fucked my mouth with it.

Sanford was no spring chicken. He was out of shape, and he huffed and puffed as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.

He wheezed that he was going to come. He held my head tightly and he put it deep in my mouth and throat and kept it there.

The head of it was stuck in my throat as he came.

I had to gulp down his come to keep from choking. I'm no come freak and don't particularly like the taste. I sucked it down, squeezing his shooting cock with my mouth.

When he stopped spurting, he was still hard in my mouth. He let out a sigh that sounded like a steaming radiator.

He let go of my head. My face was sweaty from his hands. His cock twitched on my lips and tongue. Weakly he patted my cheek.

He pulled out of me. His cock popped out of my lips. His come was thick on my tongue. I smacked my lips like it was champagne.

His cock was red and rubbery, still stiff, wet and sticky. He wanted more.

He got me into bed, pulling down the sheets and blankets.

I glanced at Beverly. Her face was hard and lined and full of lust. Her ivory skin looked white as a sheet while her eyes were like wet black marbles.

Her nipples were like marbles, too, they stood out so stiff and straight. She wasn't wearing a bra under that blouse.

She held the arms of the chair and sat with her buns perched on the edge of the seat as she leaned forward to watch all the action.

She was sweating with lust… so was Sanford. I got on my back, but he wanted me on my hands and knees. I got in that position, kneeling on the bed with my ass raised.

My nipples were stiff. My pussy tingled. This business wasn't too hard to take!

Sanford climbed on the bed and got behind me, so that he faced my ass.

He started touching me. He rubbed my ass a lot. He rubbed my thighs. He reached for my tits and played with the nipples.

He stood on his knees, leaning over me, his cock bumping my ass. He kissed my rear and licked his way down to my pussy.

He rubbed my pussy lips. They got warm. He put his finger inside me. He pushed it in and out, fucking me with it.

He took his finger out of me and nudged me from behind. His cock head bumped my pussy lips. He held it against them.

He moved my knees wider apart so that my thighs were open and my pussy was more open to him. He rubbed the cock head against my slit.

My back was to Beverly, so I couldn't see what she was doing. But I could hear her breathing hard.

Sanford put his thing inside me. He stuffed the cock head into the lips, stretching me. He corkscrewed his cock into me.

He bumped me from behind, pushing his thing in deeper. It was a tight fit. I squealed a couple of times, but he kept on feeding me his cock.

He stuck me deep, putting it way in. He oohed and aahed. He held on tight to my hips and rocked back and forth, fucking me from behind.

I was on all fours and he fucked me dog style.

I participated. I moaned and cried and whimpered and begged him not to stop and did all the tricks whores – and lovers – do to make their men think that they're the greatest lays since Casanova.