The Roofer

“Kiss it,” she whispered, almost in his ear. Eating pussy was something that Bart seldom did, but he could make a slight exception. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tight against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue.
Bart didn’t mind stimulating the woman, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She stood with her ass presented, her hands on the back of the couch, as he stepped out of his levis. He grabbed his cock in a work-hardened hand and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.

“Oh fuck yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, Bart fucked Mrs. Curtain in front of her own picture window. He knew that it would be impossible to see inside, with the reflection of the light outside. Children passed on the way home. He watched them absently, as he plunged up into Mrs. Curtain’s sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and creating a wet spot on the carpet. Her hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed.

She had been watching Bart since the day her arrived. She had even gone into her bathroom to masturbate with a picture of his hard body in her mind. Once she even began masturbating on that very couch yesterday, but the passing mailman frightened her into the bathroom at the last moment. Now she was actually being fucked by the young man right in front of her window, and she didn’t care.

His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with fire. His hands on her breast hurt, but were not intolerable. There may be bruises later, but who would notice? Certainly not her husband. He had not filled her with hot meat since just after their honeymoon. Even then it had not been as good as it was with Bart. He was wild and young, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own.

“fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon. Bart pumped into her ass several more times, then stopped. His legs were getting tired. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.

“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he growled. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes, then pulled it out, rubbed it against her ass and shoved. She screamed as the huge cock seemed to split her asshole apart. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out of her rectum. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away in her ass, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his rotating hand, and her ass against his pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He continued to pump away inside her ass, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.

She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Bart’s face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He liked showing her who was in control.

Then the smile left his face. He was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his cock, trying to stimulate a third orgasm inside her pussy. He ignored her, straining and grinding his pelvis against her ass. He heaved and jerked as his cock filled her hot rectum with cum, then grew still and began to wilt.

“Finish me,” she hissed.
“Sorry, I’m done,” he said, pulling out of her ass. He fell back on the carpet, exhausted. She leaped off the couch and approached him.
“Finish me,” she demanded.
“I can’t,” he said, laying back and relaxing. She straddled his body and sat on his hip. Before he knew what she was doing, she began sliding her pussy back and forth on his hip, fucking him in a way familiar to lesbians. He rested his head on his hand, watching her as she rubbed herself to a third orgasm. She grabbed his back and hard chest, holding on while her pussy jerked and spasmed against his hip. Finally she rolled off and laid with her body melting into his. It was hot in the room, but he didn’t mind her body resting against his. It felt soft and nice.
“I should have run out of shingles before this,” he said with a smile.
“I should have hid them sooner,” she giggled.
“What?”
“They’re heavy as hell,” she said. “I almost killed myself getting them off that damned roof. They’re in the garage,” she laughed.