Another tempting invitation ...

Sarah had slept peacefully for the first time since her world began changing. She woke early, full of energy and vitality. She found it very easy to quickly enter her daily memoirs detailing her illicit encounter from the day before, even though her husband was lying next to her. She eased out of bed and went to the closet. Any other day, she’d dress in something very casual; however, this morning she was so pepped up that she opted for something a bit flashier. Sarah slipped on a tight-fitting, silver knit dress that clung to every curve of her body. The woolen strands, interlaced with glittering silver threads, rubbed against her naked skin as she pulled the dress into place. The bottom came to just below her rounded ass cheeks. She tucked the excess material under her perky breasts, making them more pronounced. The outfit was casual, but very dressy, and on Sarah, it looked sexy! The fact she had nothing on underneath, made her body tingle with excitement as she wondered why she hadn’t dressed like this more often. She felt alive, and attractive.

She started breakfast and was greeted by a surprised Brad, questioning why she was all dressed up. “Just felt like it,” she replied, putting the meal on the table. Brad smiled and said he liked it, ate breakfast and was heading out the door as Sarah got the kids up for school. She decided to soak up the bright morning sun as she escorted her children to the bus stop.

The two fathers that always waited with their children were quick to jump towards Sarah and engage her in ‘casual’ conversation as their eyes devoured her. Tom, her next door neighbor and Pete from across the street had children duties since their wives had early morning jobs and they had what they jokingly called, “banker’s hours.” As Sarah chatted amicably with them, she felt their eyes roaming over her tingling body. It tickled her senses, knowing that she was turning them on. She coyly checked out the growing bulges in their dress slacks as they each sipped from their coffee mugs. The five children announced the bus pulling into their cull de sac. They mounted the bus and waved as it pulled away. Sarah said good bye as she returned to the house, lucky that she was the only parent in the neighborhood that didn’t have to work. She could feel Pete and Tom staring at her ass as it wiggled, while she was strolling back to the house. She felt like a teenager all over again, her body coming alive under the burning gaze of the two men. By the time Sarah entered the house, her pussy was welling with desire.

As soon as she entered the house she closed the door and leaned back against it, pulling her short dress up enough to expose her swollen pussy. Her finger pressed into the folds and slid along the slick slit. Sarah closed her eyes and rolled her eyes, inhaling deeply as her finger brushed along her clit. She could not believe how wet she was.

Sarah darted up the stairs and fumbled under the bed for the box. She then realized she had left her other toys in the hamper, but reached for the red devil spear instead. She didn’t waste any time with preliminaries. She placed the oversized devil’s head at the entrance to her catacomb. With both hands **** the devil’s neck, Sarah pulled the evil head between her legs. She grunted and exhaled all the air in her lungs as the beer can sized head stretched her obscenely wide. Sarah twisted and turned the gargantuan prick, screwing it into her deeper and deeper with each twist. She was seeing stars as she tried concentrating.

Sarah’s pussy slowly stretched and lubricated the red plastic, now four inches deep. She was insanely delirious with desire as her pussy had a spasm around the oversized intruder. She reached deep and pushed one of the knobs all the way along the slider. The sound of a chainsaw filled the room as the vibrating rods buzzed, sending waves rippling through Sarah’s body. The waters spilled into her pussy, making it easier for her to slip the next inch in. She now felt the cock pressing at her ass. The waters oozing from her snatch made it easy for the knobby crown to puncture her back door entrance. She gritted her teeth and grunted as she **** the next inch if hard sculpted plastic deeper. The stars were whizzing by at incredible speeds as the two cocks buzzed in her two holes. Sarah was ready to slide the other knob along its designated length, ready to make the cocks come alive and start twisting within her. The ringing doorbell made her catch her breath as her heart continued pounding in her chest.

Sarah contemplated ignoring the doorbell, but the image of yesterday’s delivery man popped into her brain when the chimes rang a second time. Still breathing heavily, Sarah pulled the grumbling, cocks from her holes. She scrambled to her feet, and on very wobbly legs managed to nearly fall down the steps, making her way to the door. She pulled open the door just after smoothing her knit dress and fluffing her hair.

Expecting to see the young delivery man in brown, Sarah gasped to find Bruce, the mailman she had nearly fainted over last week. He announced that he had a certified letter for Sarah, but she never heard a word he said. Sarah could feel the heat in her cheeks as her heart continued to race, and the rivers continued to run between her legs. She pulled the hunky man through the open doorway, slamming the door behind him. Bruce stood motionless captivated by Sarah’s lust-filled eyes burning with raging flames. “Oh Bruce,” she heaved before pouncing upon the unsuspecting mailman. She sealed her lips to his and ground her body against his, quickly feeling his hardness swell into her belly. Her hands quickly went to work, undoing the buttons on his shirt as her tongue **** its way into his mouth. She ran her hands through the thick nest of hair on his muscled chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, then pressing her heaving breasts against him, feeling their hearts beating in rhythm.

Sarah was in another world as she fumbled with Bruce’s belt and undid the dark blue trousers. She wasted no time in slipping the slacks and underwear over his hips. The clothes gathered below his knees, her hands gripping onto the swelling shaft as her tongue continued dancing around his. Sarah was delighted to feel Bruce’s strong hands clutching her ass, pulling her short dress up inches at a time until it was bunched up around her waist. Their naked crotches were pressed against each other as they ground into each other trying to become one. The passion and heat grew to unbearable levels.

Sarah raised her right leg as Bruce gripped the bare flesh of her rounded ass. No words were spoken as Sarah climbed upwards locking her knees above Bruce’s waist. His strong hands easily lifted her upwards and then dropped her sopping wet womanhood onto his hardened steel pole. Sarah slipped easily onto the pulsing shaft; her stretched hole enveloped Bruce’s bat in one fluid thrust. She immediately began humping up and down on the saddle horn, riding the bucking bronco for all she was worth.

It only took a few minutes for Bruce to reach the boiling point. The surreptitious encounter fueled the fire burning in his balls. Finally taking control, Bruce carefully turned around, his pants and boxers still entwined about his legs, and slammed Sarah against the door. Sarah’s head slammed back against the English oak as Bruce’s balls banged against her pussy. Bruce rammed his cock repeatedly into the gaping well, building friction as he hammered. Sarah’s grunts were turning into cries of bliss, encouraging Bruce further, pounding harder and harder with each thrust. “Yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled with each thrust. Then it all stopped when Bruce slammed into her one last time, lodging his cock as far as it would go. Sarah could feel the swollen cock expand even further. The bloated shaft pulsed several times before shooting the powerful jets of hot, sticky semen deep into her canal. The slimy substance spackled her inner walls, abating the burning sensation, and calming her wanton desires.

Bruce had Sarah pinned against the door, his weight holding her in place, his rapidly deflating cock slipping from her well-fucked opening. The two remained motionless, panting heavily, trying to regain their oxygen supply, when Sarah slinked down along the doorway. Bruce’s glistening cock, freshly covered with his spunk and Sarah’s juices, was now in front of her face. Sarah cupped the semi-flaccid shaft and engulfed the syrup-coated cock. She could feel him twitch as she swallowed her first mouthful of the combined cocktail. The taste was intoxicatingly unique. Sarah swirled her tongue around the cock, feeling it come back to life. Gleaming warmth enveloped her body as she continued resuscitating the previously dead dick. Sarah moved to the sticky weights hanging below the glorious shaft. She lapped at the sack containing the precious jewels, weighing each nut on her tongue before suckling it tenderly into her hot mouth for a thorough cleaning.

Bruce’s cock was solid once again, eagerly searching for another release of built up tension. Sarah provided her mouth as an available orifice for fucking. Bruce, taking charge once again, grabbed his dick and slapped it across Sarah’s face a couple times before pushing it between her open lips. He howled in enjoyment watching his cock slide past her hollowed cheeks. He grabbed her hair and repeatedly lodged his crown in her windpipes, amazed she didn’t gag. As a matter of fact, Sarah’s swallowing actions sent tingling ripples along Bruce’s cock, bringing him quickly to the verge of explosion once again. Sensing his release, Sarah reached around and pulled his ass in tight, keeping his pulsing rod trapped within her hungry throat. She breathed through her nose as she continued swallowing, determined to take his entire load directly into her stomach. When Bruce groaned, Sarah redoubled her efforts, letting the warm globules coat the lining of her throat as she swallowed every last drop, sucking every remnant from the thick straw.

Sarah let the soft prick slip from her mouth and looked up to find Bruce staring down at her. She licked her lips like a cat with cream, and returned Bruce’s gaze with an impish, mischievous grin. Sarah was not in control of her actions, only realizing that if Bruce wanted to stay for some more, she would not object. However, she also realized that he had to return to work before he got into trouble. The amazing thing was that during the entire time, not a single word was spoken other than those in the throes of passion. Now as Sarah watched Bruce get dressed, the silence was awkward, yet neither one knew what to say. It was Bruce who finally broke the silence as he opened the door, “Thank you; see you tomorrow.” Sarah smiled dreamily watching Bruce walk back to the small jeep parked by the mailbox. She was relishing in that wonderful afterglow, completely unfazed by her unabashed behavior.