Anonymous: The condo swappers

She explored her body moving her hands over her large tits, her flat stomach, and her soft, moist cunt. She probed her pussy with two fingers, while thinking about her future. She would have to look for a job tomorrow. Things wouldn't be as easy for her now. She would have to support herself and learn to be independent.

Spreading her legs wide, she inserted her fingers deeper into her cunt. A small cry escaped her lips. Slowly and deliberately, she explored the deep recesses of her long, dark pussy. Her hips writhed in rhythm to her fingers, and she knew that she was ready to come. Her hungry pussy was on fire. The doorbell brought her back to reality.

"Shit," she yelled in frustration. "I was so close." She stepped out of the tub, pulled on her panties and an old shirt, and ran to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"I'm the janitor. I've come to fix your garbage disposal."

She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tight blue jeans.

"Come in," she said with a smile. She led him into the kitchen and watched as he repaired the broken disposal. "You don't look like a janitor," she said.

"I just do this part-time," he said. "I go to school at night. I'm studying to be a computer programmer."

She studied him from head to toe as he worked, marveling at his strong shoulders and huge chest, and the large bulge in his tight jeans.

"It should work all right now," he said, "I'm sure I fixed it." He put away his tools and rose to leave.

"Great," she said, then hastily added. "Why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee? I've gotta fresh pot already made."

"Sure I'd love to," he said. He followed her over to the kitchen table and sat down. He couldn't help but notice her long, beautiful legs and her large tits.

The top buttons of her shirt were open and when she leaned over to pour his coffee, she gave him an unobstructed view of her exposed tits. In a glance, his eyes took in her smooth, ripe tits. The pink nipples beckoned enticingly. He looked into her hungry eyes and remarked, "You've got a gorgeous body."

His eyes now followed the curve of her hips and her large, shapely ass, barely covered by her old shirt. He could control himself, no longer. He removed the coffee pot from her hand and set it on the table. Next, he sat her on the edge of the table, ripped open her shirt, and buried his face in her lush tits, biting and kissing them fiercely. Ann clamped her arms around his head and drew him to her tightly. Sighing deeply, he yanked her panties down to her ankles, and she kicked her legs free and spread them wide.

"Oh yes, you big stud. You know what I need. Fill my big, hungry pussy up. Fuck the shit out of me," she begged.

After fumbling with his zipper, he finally pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing one of the largest cocks that Ann had ever seen. She was sure that it wouldn't fit into her sweet cunt, but he rammed the hard, throbbing prick into her with such fierceness that it plunged in up to the hilt and caused her to cry out in pain. However, he was beyond caring now. He was out of his mind with passion. He pulled her legs up over his broad shoulders and rammed his big cock into her sweet, aching cunt. He pounded her poor pussy again and again as hard as he could.

"That's it, you big stud. You big-cocked bastard! Fuck me hard! Don't ever stop!" she pleaded. By now, Ann, herself, was consumed by hot lust. She met his savagee attack with one of her own, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his plunges with perfect timing.

Ann panted, her eyes rolled in their sockets as the heat from his monstrous cock scorched her steaming pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound my sweet pussy, hard!" she groaned. It was a glorious feeling to have her cunt filled so completely and she squirmed on the edge of the table as the blond janitor, standing before her, rammed his hard cock deep into her wet pussy.

"You sweet bitch! You fucking whore! You fuck so good! Aah! Ughhhh! Ohhhh!" he howled as he felt her cunt muscles tighten around his throbbing cock. He kissed her hard on the lips and plunged his tongue into her open mouth. He sucked on her tongue and their pulled his huge prick out of her wet pussy and rubbed it on her clit.

"Please! Put it back in! Put it back! Fuucckkk meeeec!" she screamed. Immediately, she reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock and shoved it into her hungry pussy. She smiled in delight as she felt him plunge the hard cock back in her pussy, deep and hard. She tightened her cunt muscles around his pulsating prick, happy to be filled up again. Then, as he began pounding her cunt once more, she bounced her big, shapely ass wildly up and down on the table. There was nothing she liked better than a good fuck.

He ravaged her. He pounded her cunt faster and faster with blinding speed as she clung to him desperately. His big cock made squishing noises as it rammed into her juicy pussy. He could feel his juices building up inside him and he knew he was ready to come.

"I'm almost ready! You sweet bitch! I'm going to drown you with my cum!"

"Meeee tooooo!" she howled as she felt her cunt juices started flow. "Ohhhhh!" she screamed as her juices flooded her pussy and his big cock and ran down his legs.

His orgasm was shattering. He slammed her wet cunt with furious blows of his cock, which jarred her whole body. His hairy balls slapped against her cunt lips with each thrust. Finally, he could hold back no longer, and he shot his white cum deep into her greedy pussy until it flowed over her thighs and onto the table.

The last waves of their intense orgasm blew their minds and sent them both sprawling to the floor, their sweaty bodies locked in each other's embrace.

"Wow, that was great," he whispered as he slowly got to his feet and began putting on his clothes.

"Why don't you stay awhile?" she asked. "It's been a long time since I felt so completely drained." She lay on the floor, spread-eagled, rubbing her sopping wet cunt.

"I really have to get back to work," he answered. His cock was already sore, and he had no desire to go a second round with this tigress.

"Well, I hope I see you again soon," she called to him as he walked out the door.

She rose and walked towards the bathroom thinking that maybe living alone wouldn't be so bad after all.

Jenny Thomas lay naked on the shag carpeting watching television. The soft fibers of the rug caressed her stomach and thighs, and the warm, afternoon sun shining through the window, reflected off her golden hair. Her husband, Roger, lay beside her, asleep.

"Honey," she said, "are you awake?" She reached over and squeezed his cock, which caused him to stir. "Let's make love again, Roger. I want you to fuck me again." She continued fondling his soft cock until he was wide awake.

"I can't, Jenny," he said, irritated. "We just did it a few minutes ago. I'm not Superman." He rose and walked into the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.

"I'm going to get dressed and walk down to the drugstore to get some cigarettes. Do you want anything?" he asked.

"No thank you," she said. She rolled over onto her back and placed her hand on her cunt, caressing the soft, blonde hair. Her marriage was not going well, she thought. She could not quite put her finger on the problem. Perhaps, they were bored with each other. Perhaps, they were just bored with the everyday routines of living together – waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, Roger going to work, coming home from work, eating dinner, going to bed, getting up again in the morning. Even the sex was not as much fun as it was when they were first married. There was no longer any mystery or excitement in it. Roger often left her unfulfilled, which caused her to look for sex, more and more often, outside of her marriage.