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Chapter Four- Bottoms and Tops
Diane Stone opened her legs wider apart t allowing the naked young man on top of her to pump his cock even deeper into her swollen cunt.
"Yes, fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned.
The young man was a god, tanned, muscular, and gorgeous. She rubbed his sweating, naked body with it's rippling muscles as he pounded into her, each stroke going deeper and deeper. She touched his large muscular chest and rubbed at the large number "8" painted there. Despite the sweat pouring out of this Adonis, the number emblazoned on his chest in black paint, remained unsmeared. She could tell from the urgency in his pumping hips and the straining muscles of his neck and face, that he was about to cum inside her. She could feel her cunt churning with the seminal deposits from numbers one through seven. They had all been equally young, gorgeous and well hung. And now number "8" began to shower spurt after spurt into the mix in her brimming vagina. She had been so careful not to lose a drop of the precious liquid from numbers one through seven. She clamped down hard, struggling to hold it all in, as number "8" withdrew and number "9" slid his large, angry cock into her.
"Ahhhhhhh," she wailed. "Yeeeessssssss! Fuck me!" she screamed as her body edged toward sensory overload.
"9" was magnificent, dark and exotic. She grabbed at his back and dug in with her nails as the olive-skinned youth responded with powerful lunges inside her. His black, curly hair shook as he rammed deeper, hoping to elicit another scream from her.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh," Diane howled, as "9" pulled his hard penis completely out of her and drove it back in, as if to both torture and tease her. Diane reached up and grabbed a handful of his black curls and pulled his face down onto her sweat soaked breast. "9" hungrily devoured her nipple, sucking and licking as he pumped away. He ground his pelvic bone roughly against her shaved mound and soon she could tell that he had started down the irreversible path to orgasm. Faster and faster "9" jammed his hips deep into her and soon Diane saw his Mediterranean features contort in pleasure and pain as he joined "1" through "8" in filling her womb with his hot treasure.
With choreographed smoothness, "9" withdrew and "10" was on top of her. Diane wondered if "10" was both his number and his size, as the young blonde slid his huge penis into her gaping slit. Again, she had fought hard not to allow the smallest drop of semen to escape, but this beautiful farm boy was making that a difficult task. His thick cock burrowed deep into her as she could feel the sticky fluid inside her slosh aside, displaced by his enormous width.
"Yes! Come on! Come on!" she whispered in encouragement, as the muscular young man grabbed her legs and lifted them to rest on top of his broad shoulders, giving him a better angle to drive deep into her cunt. His large hands wrapped around her knees as he bounced her with every thrust of his cock. She felt like a rag doll in the hands of this large Iowa farm boy, as he pounded his hips into her. The entire room seemed to shake as "10" repeatedly plunged the entire length of his cock deep into her lifted hips, her wet body slapping against his.
With a tremendous yell, "10" fell forward on top of Diane and grabbed her, crushing his body against hers as he shot his semen deep into her already filled tunnel. She would have yelled also, but he had driven all of the air out of her as he crushed her against his body. Diane struggled to catch her breath as the young blonde fiercely clung to her, with wave after wave of his warmth filling her. Finally spent, he slid out of her and off of the bed.
Again, Diane fiercely worked to keep every drop of the milky cum inside her as she looked over to see Dave, her husband, lying next to her on the bed. In one quick move, she lifted her leg and threw herself across Dave, now positioned with his face directly under her crotch. Instantly she dropped her overflowing cunt down onto Dave's open mouth and she began to drain the deposits of the ten men into Dave's waiting mouth, as he sucked eagerly on her wide opening.
"DIANE! DIANE! What are we going to do?" Brenda, her Assistant Director shouted, waking Diane Stone from her daydream. She had mentally slipped off during the critical management meeting and now she was totally lost in following the discussion, as everyone in the room stared at her.
"Damn," Diane thought to herself. "This is not good," she thought, berating herself for wandering off into a sexual fantasy during this crisis meeting. She had wanted to stay focused today, but her body was on fire in anticipation of the night to come. She thought that perhaps she was becoming a sex addict. It was all she thought about lately. Maybe it was the fact that she just turned 50 years-old. Or maybe it was hormones. She didn't know. But whatever it was, she had discovered just how much she really loved sex.
"So, tell me again. What's the problem?" Diane questioned, trying to exude the calm leadership skills that had taken her to the top management ranks of a major corporation. Another assistant answered, "It's the software again! The entire company global network is freezing up! It just keeps crashing!"
With calm assurance, Diane stood and said, "Be calm. I'll deal with it," and she walked out of the meeting room. She walked down the hall and into the large, cubicled workspace of the technology staff. She saw Mark, her company's computer technology wizard, slumped at his desk, staring at his computer screen. Diane smiled to herself and thought, "All right, let's see if this worm is ready for the bitch from hell!" Pretending to be outraged, Diane stormed across the floor and toward Mark's desk. Nearby staff members recognized the long, determined strides of her walk and instantly ran for cover.
"MARK!" she roared, as she approached his desk. "You're making this company look bad. You're making this division look bad." Then, Diane leaned over an in her best dominating voice and said, "And worst of all, you're making me look bad."