"Uh-uh. Husband always wanted to end inside."
"I wouldn't mind doing that, but I won't spoil your fun."
"Good," Julie said, as she worked her tits up and down. She could tell he was getting close, his hips trying to push up at her tits, with each stroke. She looked down at his engorged head and tried to lick it, each time it pushed up out of the cozy passage she created with her tits.
He groaned and gasped as he got closer and closer to climax, her tits teasing his cock in all the right ways. He pumped his hips up at her fantastic tits as best he could. He watched her trying to lick his head and knew that in a few moments, she was going to get a lot more than she expected. He thought about warning her, but instead he reached out for her head and pushed it down toward his cock, as his climax hit its peak. "OH FUCK!" he gasped loudly, as his cock started pumping cum up into her mouth.
Julie choked, as his cum shot from the tip of his head right down her throat. She tried to pull back, but he held her head down, jamming his head right into the entrance to her throat. She'd never learned to deep throat any guy, let alone one with a cock the size of a fire hose. She gagged and choked until he finally let her head lift. But his cock seemed to be far from done. His cock continued to shoot powerfully up into the air, splattering cum on her face. Her open mouth was leaking the cum he had pumped in there, down his cock and across her tits.
"Fuck yeah. Now that's how a slut takes it!" He grunted, as his cock oozed cum out the tip to roll down his head and into the gap between her tits. "Now, let's see how your pussy takes it!"
"Huh?"
He pushed her head back and then slid off the table to stand with her. He pulled her around and pushed her to the table and bent her over, pushing her back until her tits were pressed against the table. He grasped his still mostly hard cock and rubbed his cum covered head up and down her slit. "Hope you don't mind a little cum in your cunt."
"Ohhhh fuck!" She gasped, as he pressed his head against her vaginal entrance. She felt herself being stretched, his fat head trying to spread her opening wide enough to get in. "OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!" She screamed, as the pain shot from her pussy through her body. Fortunately, it only lasted a few moments and then passed. She realized he had gotten his head into her, and it stretched her farther than she had ever been stretched before. He held her back down and began to pump his cock in and out. Only a few short inches at first, working his massive cock into her a little at a time. She felt his size pushing farther and farther into her until it could go no farther.
His fat cock also pressed against her clit, as he stroked in and out, driving her body wild with the combination of sensations. In and out he plunged, driving hard into her, not caring all that much how it felt for her, but more how it felt to him. She wasn't sure she cared at that moment, because what he was doing was driving her body toward a climax, like a finely tuned car racing down the track.
"OHHHH FUCK!" She cried, as her orgasm inched closer to climax around his huge cock.
"You like this, you cheating little slut? You like my big fat cock? You should be careful what you wish for." He said, finishing with a grunt, as he drove into her a little harder, his head jamming against the end of her vagina and pushing her thighs against the table edge.
"OH GOD!" She cried, as her body suddenly started to climax, her arms and legs trembling and shaking, like leaves in a wind. She couldn't fall down, she was pinned to the table, but that didn't stop her head from spinning with the intensity of the orgasm his massive cock was causing. Her body tried to squeeze around him, but he was so fat that there was little it could do.
But he did feel it. He felt her pussy squeezing and gushing around his fat shaft. He drove in just a tiny bit harder, knowing his second climax was only moments away. "I'm going to fill your slutty little pussy with my cum. You ready for it? You ready to take my load, you dirty little slut?" He grunted and started pumping into her.
"FUUUUUCK!" She screamed, as his cock started pumping into her. Not because it hurt, or because she wanted him to stop. She wanted anything, but for him to stop, as his squirting cum pushed her fading climax back to a new, even higher peak. Her body spasmed and jerked as his cock pumped shot after shot into her. She had no idea how he had so much cum after just coming a few minutes ago, but it wasn't really that important in that moment.
Elain watched, wide eyed, as he pulled his cock out of Julie's pussy and wrapped his hand around the still hard appendage. He started stroking it frantically, jerking his massive cock, as he panted and gasped for breath. He was clearly trying to squeeze more cum out, as he stood behind her. She zoomed the camera in on his huge cock, just as it started spurting cum out onto her ass. He held his cock as it spurted, rubbing it between her ass cheeks. He rubbed it up and down and Elain knew exactly what he wanted to do. He pressed his head against the rosebud of her anus, as he continued to stroke his cock, clearly not getting his head in, but pushing it against her, hard enough to force some of his cum into her ass.
Elain wished she could hear what he was saying. But she could guess. He reached down and swatted her ass hard, leaving a handprint on her tanned cheek. He stepped back and walked to where his shorts were, his now softening cock swinging side to side, little streamers of cum still oozing and glistening in the sun. He squatted by the pool and splashed water on his dick, rinsing it. He stood, pulled his briefs and shorts on, picked up his t-shirt and then walked to the gate and out, leaving Julie, still lying on the table.
Elain turned off the camera and dashed down the stairs and out the back door. She stopped at the table, not sure what she was going to find. Julie pushed up off the table. She turned and rested her ass against the edge, cum leaking from her ass and pussy, her face and tits slimed with partly dried cum. "Are you okay?"
"Oh my God! My pussy feels like a truck just drove through it."
"No wonder. God what a huge cock! Did it feel good?"
"Yes and no. It hurt like hell going in, but once it was there, he made me come harder than I've come in years. Not once, but twice."
"It's too bad we didn't have sound, but I can tell you it was one hell of a hot fucking scene."
"God, I need a shower." Julie said quietly.
"Let me help." Elain said, helping her off the table and into the house.
---o---
Julie was reclining in one of the comfy, soft, lounge chairs, wearing a microscopic bikini, when Allen came home. She heard him drive into the garage and then heard him walking through the house, calling her name. He didn't sound happy.
"JULIE? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" he shouted, before finally coming to the back door. "Oh, there you are! Did you forget?"
"Forget what honey?" She asked sweetly, knowing exactly what he was talking about. She hadn't forgotten one bit, that he was bringing a client over for dinner. In fact, she knew exactly what she was doing.
"He'll be here in a few minutes and there's no dinner ready." He snapped. "And you're just lounging out here like this? What the fuck?"
"Oh, don't be a spoil sport. I'm sure your little friend won't mind seeing me dressed this way. It is what you want, right? To show me off to him?"
"What's gotten into you?"
"Me? Nothing at all. Dinner will be here in a few minutes. I decided to have it catered in. Last thing you want, is your friend to see me all sweaty and nasty from cooking, right?"
"Would you go put some fucking clothes on, before they get here!"
"Ohhhh. I see. He must be bringing his wife. Alright, if you insist." She said, as she got up and walked past him, making her huge tits wiggle, exactly the way she knew turned him on. As she stepped past him, she let her hand reach down to his crotch and brush across it. "You wanna come watch me change?" She asked, as she stopped at the back door. She pulled the strings of the bikini bottom and let it flutter to the ground, leaving her bare, except for the miniscule top. She turned to face him and pulled the strings on the top, letting it fall to the ground as well. "I bet I could make it worth your while."
He scowled at her and walked to where she had dropped the bikini. He picked it up and turned her around. With a hard slap on her ass, he shoved her into the house. "Get going. I don't know what's gotten into you, but this is an important meeting."
"If you insist." She said with a shrug, walking toward the stairs, swinging her hips to make her ass wiggle as much as her tits. She smiled to herself, as she climbed the stairs. Yeah, she knew this was an important meeting, but she was damn sure it wasn't going to go the way he wanted. If he wanted to flaunt her sexuality, to gain favor, like the pool man said, be careful what you wish for. Having done what she did the last two days, she was much bolder than she had ever been before, and she was going to give him everything he thought he wanted from her. He wanted a hot sex pot, so be it.
Elain had helped her select her outfit. She knew he was going to make her dress, and she wanted to look just perfect. She started with the shoes, since they were all she planned on having on, at some point in the evening. They were six-inch-high heels, that had straps that wound around her legs like thin little snakes, extending half way up her calves. The pantie came next. The tiniest, see-through, thong pantie she owned. She would, for all practical purposes, look naked when she bent over, and bend over, she most certainly would. She worked it carefully over her heels, not wanting to accidently rip the delicate material. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. "Bra next," she whispered to herself. She picked up the bra she had on the dresser and slipped it on. She worked the half cups under her huge tits, adjusting the straps so that her boobs were cradled and pressed somewhat together. Her nipples, which had grown hard, as she imagined herself standing in nothing but this, in front of whoever was coming, poked out over the two half cups. Yeah, nearly two thirds of each puckered areola would show over the lacy cup and her nipples would be free to poke out the material of the dress they had selected.
