Atza Nice - Lovers at play

"I'm cuuuuuuuuuming," she cried as her body arched forward as the gardener lunged his final bowel-impaling stroke into her, feeling the blazing cock juices rushing like a river in flood from her pussy which still clasped tightly at Warren's now limply drained cock. A spasm of convulsive exploding joy transported the ravished young cleaning girl almost beyond the bounds of her own body as it shuddered through her groin and shivered up her spine and danced madly along the hugely billowing mounds of her tits and then began all over again as she felt the first delicious waves of the gardener's hot, white juices bursting into the heated depths of her asshole. He was sucking wildly now, his tongue tracing the outline of the wetly spread folds of Dawn's pussy lips before swirling again and again up into the heatedly clinging depths of her flame-licked cunt, and then his body jerked forward and he screamed as he came and his cum flowed down the crevice of Tammy's wide-splayed asscheeks and pooled hotly onto the grass beneath them.

After the last tremors of her own cum had shuddered through her own nakedly glistening body, Tammy could hear the last wailings of Dawn Peters as Ray's tongue fucked its last thrusts into her wretchedly burning cunt and her own cum spilled all over his lewdly fucking tongue like molten lava. Her hips jerked convulsively over his passion-flushed face.

"Aaaaaaaaaoooooooowwwww," she cried in one continuous sound, while her boiling cunt spilled its juices out along the smooth inner surface of her quaking thighs and down onto Ray's cum-drenched lips.

Tammy gazed at the group as they lay exhausted and nakedly intertwined on the grass and a flickering smile of sensual, satiated pleasure played across her happy face.

She had come here to play out a bet against herself, one that she had made that she would never again indulge in the kind of salacious behavior she had on the night she had seen the three people fucking and in turn had been fucked herself. She had lost that bet. In fact she was indulging in worse behavior now than she had before, and she loved it!

She remembered what Dawn Peters had said that first night. After the fucking had been over, Dawn had driven the young girl home, and just before she got out the door, Dawn had turned to her and said, "Don't let fucking get you down, Tammy. I know what you did tonight seems horribly obscene. That's what I felt like when the same thing happened to me. But just remember that it's not. Fucking is just fucking. You can use it as you will – to get something – for love, or just for pleasure. It isn't fucking like we did tonight that's bad, but what you make of it."

Well, Dawn was right. Fucking was what you made of it, and she personally was going to make all she could!

"May I help you?" voluptuously curved Dawn Peters asked of a young dark-haired man who had been looking at the nightgowns for some time now with a lost expression on his face. "Are you looking for something in particular?" she asked helpfully, leaning her elbows against the sales counter. She could tell as she bent over that the young man's eyes had briefly fed on the lewd sight of her hugely billowing titties pressing sensuously against the low neckline of her dress. She could have sworn that even though he must have been as old as she, he had blushed momentarily at the sight.

Lord, it was absolutely absurd to tease all of her male customers in such an obscene manner, but she just couldn't help herself any more. Ever since Sheik Abdullah had raped her, she had not been the same. It was as though suddenly something had been let free in her body – almost like a gate opening within her that let all of the licentious feelings she had ever had express themselves freely and not be hidden and trapped by the old-fashioned morals that had been pounded into her head since childhood. She had thought that once she had been fucked a few times – and she had really been fucked – that her voracious appetite would disappear and be replaced by a more normal sense of need for cock. But that had not happened at all. In fact, she'd gotten worse; the more cock she got, the more cock she wanted until it got so that her poor little pussy was just hot and tingly and ready for fucking all the time. If that were not bad enough, she found herself dragging out her old short skirts and altering her sweaters and blouses in order to show off her tits and ass like some Goddamn whore. Now, here she was flirting outrageously and showing off her huge tits to another customer, the thought of how obscene it might be to the young man making her pussy tingle all the more. He certainly was a handsome young man and he probably had a cock to match that good-looking face.

"Well, I… uh… am looking for a nightgown… for my wife." He avoided looking at her eyes as though buying a lady's nightgown embarrassed him.

"We have a number of very nice looking gowns over against that wall over there," she said smiling as she came out from behind the counter and walked by him, careful to brush her sensuously curving hips against his thigh.

The young man didn't seem to know what to do about her lewd advances, but followed her over to the clothing rack.

"These are very comfortable flannel gowns," she said deliberately, knowing that the last thing in the world that a young man like him wanted for his wife was a high-necked flannel gown.

"Well, actually…" He cleared his throat. "I was thinking more along the lines of a negligee. You see, we've just been married, and my wife isn't…" He stopped suddenly and colored as he realized what he had been about to say.

"… a very good fuck," Dawn finished for him and met his startled young eyes with her own sensuously lidded ones. "You thought that maybe you could liven things up a bit in bed by buying her the most sexy nightgown you could find. Am I right?"

"Yeah, she can't ever seem to get herself in the mood to fuck around, you know? So I thought that maybe I could get something that would get her started, you know, so that we could both cum together."

"You poor dears. You just leave it up to old Dawn. She'll get you both so hot you'll be fucking like animals every chance you get. You just follow me." She winked at the astounded young man and turned from him with a swish of her short skirts and a momentary glimpse of her smoothly curved, panty-clad asscheeks.

Stopping at a rack of sheer, diaphanous negligees, she flicked through them quickly, stopping at a soft, luscious looking lavender gown with black lace trim, almost like the one that Glen had given her.

"How does this strike you?" She held it up to her own sensuous curves.

The dark-haired husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at it and she could see the now clearly outlined bulge of his cock straining against his pants.

"It's really beautiful!" His eyes were nearly bugging out of his head.

"What's your wife's size?"

"Gee, I don't know what size she is. Does it matter in a nightgown?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it does. I'll tell you how we'll solve this problem. You look around the department and tell me if there are any women in here who are the same height as your wife."

The young husband looked around carefully and then shook his head. "No one is her size here, except maybe for you."

"Well, good, that's a start." She placed the gown up against her body again. "Now, how about her titties? Are they as large as mine?" She held the lavender material tightly against her, showing the full outline of her hugely billowing tits.

"That's about right too," he said, avoiding her eyes, though she knew he was paying a hell of a lot more attention to her than he should to judge by the bulge of his cock that was growing steadily bigger in his pants.

"Then all we have to do, to make sure that you like it, is for me to try it on for you." She smiled sweetly, holding the see-through material even closer to her curvaceous body.