Anonymous: The condo swappers

"Hi, Laura," they said excitedly.

"Hi, what are you up to?" asked Laura.

"Judy and I are going to throw a party tonight, for some friends. Would you like to come?" said Jackie.

"Sure, I'd love to," beamed Laura.

"We're going to go shopping this morning to buy all the food and supplies that we need. Then we're going to decorate Judy's apartment. Why don't you come with us and help?" said Jackie.

"Okay, let's go," said Laura. She waved goodbye to her mother as she walked out the door with her friends.

They spent the entire morning purchasing their party supplies and then returned to Judy's apartment to begin the preparations.

They hung streamers of crepe paper and balloons along the ceiling and walls, reaching all the higher places with a ladder, and filled all the snack trays with candy, peanuts, and other sweets. Judy's father, a short, fat man of fifty, with a pink complexion and a bald head, helped with the decorating. They joked and laughed as they worked, enjoying themselves.

"Your father was really a big help," stated Laura, "and a lot of fun, too."

"Yes, I know," replied Judy. "Ever since my mother died last year, he's been really lonely. I think this party will cheer him up, though."

"Are there going to be many boys at the party?" asked Laura.

"I hope so," said Judy. "It wouldn't be much fun, otherwise." They both laughed.

"Judy!" interrupted Jackie. "We forgot to pick up the cake. Let's run down to the bakery, now and get it. Laura can stay here and finish decorating. You don't mind, do you Laura? We'll only be gone a half hour."

"No, of course not," replied Laura. "You two go ahead."

After Jackie and Judy departed, she returned to work. "Will you hold the ladder for me, Mr. Harris," she asked Judy's father, "so that I can hang up this last balloon?"

"I'll be glad to," he answered. He held, the ladder, firmly, while Laura climbed the steps, his eyes fixed on her short skirt and long, shapely legs. He looked up her skirt to her soft, creamy thighs and her tiny panties.

Laura sensed the man's eyes on her body and she began to feel sorry for him. She knew what it was like to be lonely and she wanted to help him. As she descended the ladder, she intentionally stumbled and fell backwards into the old man's arms.

"Wow! Thank you, Mr. Harris," she said innocently, as she pressed her ass into his crotch. "I almost broke my neck."

"Lucky for you I was here," he said, his big hands still wrapped around her slim waist.

"I think I hurt my ankle," shelled. "Could you please carry me over to the couch?"

He picked her up in his big arms, sliding one fat hand under her skin, grasping her soft thighs, and cradling her head and shoulders in the other. After laying her on the couch, he sat down and placed her feet on his lap.

"Do you think it's broken?" she asked coyly. She raised her leg to his eyes as she spoke, revealing her thighs and panties once again.

"I don't know, let me see," he said. He caressed her ankle checking for broken bones. Finding none, he continued caressing her leg, moving his hand farther up beneath her skirt, feeling the softness of her inner thighs, and finally resting on her damp crotch. He pulled off her panties and pushed her skin up over her waist, revealing her hot, moist cunt and the thick, light brown pubic hair. He fingered her little pink clit, pinching it until it hardened.

"Oh, Mr. Harris!" Laura whimpered. "That feels so good!" She spread her legs wide and began to rotate her hips.

Mr. Harris continued his assault. He shoved his fat finger into her wet pussy, probing and exploring her dark, damp hole, while Laura thrashed about wildly. Lowering his head to her pussy, he withdrew his finger and inserted his tongue into her quivering cunt. Licking and sucking her sweet, little pussy, he took her over the brink and she came in his mouth.

"Ohhhh! You sweet, old bastard! You made me come!" whimpered Laura. She sat up on the couch, still breathing heavily, and crawled over to him, her cunt lips covered with her juices. She placed her hands on his crotch and felt his hardness.

"I want you to fuck the shit out of me! I want to feel your fat cock deep inside of my hot pussy," she begged. She stepped onto the floor and got down on her hands and knees.

Mr. Harris stood up and removed his pants and underwear. He then got down on his knees behind Laura and pulled her skirt up over her waist, exposing her beautiful rounded ass and her juicy cunt. He shoved his fat, little cock into her pussy and pumped away inside of her, while his fat stomach rested on her back, and droplets of perspiration formed on his bald head.

He banged away inside of her for several minutes, while she urged him on. Laura wiggled her sweet, little ass against his belly and arched her back, allowing his throbbing cock to slide deeper into her soaking wet cunt.

"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ughhhhhhh! EEEEE!" she howled as his pulsating cock rubbed against the walls of her pussy. Her whole body shook as Mr. Harris pounded the shit out of her hot pussy.

"Yesssssss! That's it, fuck me! Fuck the fuck out of me!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as waves of ecstasy rolled through her entire body. She felt his hairy balls slap against her thighs as he pounded her wet cunt with his fat cock. The friction of his cock against her pussy caused intense heat in her loins as his thrusts became faster and harder. "Ohhhhh! It feels so good," she groaned as he fucked her as hard as he could.

"You have a sweet tight pussy, but I want to fuck your ass for awhile! I want to feel your tight asshole!" he told her.

"Yes, Mr. Harris! Anything you want! Shove your fat cock in my poor, little asshole! Stick it in deep!" she begged.

He withdrew his cock from her cunt and rested the throbbing prick against her asshole.

"Yes, shove it in," she pleaded. "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me hard!" She was anxious to feel his pulsating cock up inside her ass. She arched her back and pressed her ass against his stiff cock.

He rammed it into her asshole viciously, withdrew it, then rammed it in again, harder. Grabbing her slim hips with his big hands, he thrust his cock into her again and again.

"Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Ohhhhh! EEEEEEEOOOH? Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Again she felt his big balls banging against her ass and she pushed backwards to meet his vicious thrusts. "That's it, fuck me hard! Fuck me hard! SHIHIIIITT!"

He continued pounding her tight asshole with his throbbing cock, while she thrashed and screamed, until his juices swelled up inside him and he came at last, squirting his jism up into her bowels.

She could feel his thick cum squirting into her asshole and running down her thighs, and she ground her ass against him in order to savor every last drop.

"Ohhhhh! It feels sooooo gooooodd!" she groaned.

He gave her a few more strokes of his shrinking cock then they both collapsed in a heap, she underneath him with his fat cock still up her asshole.

At long last, he withdrew from her and rolled over. Laura struggled to her feet and pulled on her panties.

"You're a great lover, Mr. Harris," she said with a smile. "That was beautiful. It's been a long time since I've been fucked in the ass. It sure felt good." She straightened her clothes and, ran, a comb through her hair. "Judy and Jackie should be back soon. We can continue this another day."

"Anytime you say," answered Mr. Harris, still panting. He dressed himself quickly. "You sure have a fantastic ass."

Laura smiled to herself at this remark and went back to work on the party decorations.

Ann Marshall strolled into the employment office and took a seat with the other applicants. The atmosphere appeared gloomy as sad and depressed looking people awaited their turn to be interviewed. She tried to look cheerful, hoping it would make her standout among the others, giving her a better chance to get a job. One by one, they took their turns with the interviewers. Some departed happy, successful in their attempt to gain employment, while others left, dejected. Finally it was her turn.