Ellie stared at the casket, admiring the beautiful flowers and thinking of the once beautiful woman it contained. She looked over to where Claire was sitting and noted how pale she looked. The soft cheeks she had kissed a thousand times were track-marked by the ever present tears dripping silently from the corners of her brown eyes. Ellie sighed and walked over to her friend. She sat and held her hand until she sensed someone approach.
"Come on Claire the cars are ready."
She turned and faced Paul Davidson as he spoke to his daughter. She saw grief etched on his face but could not shake another image from her mind. An image that had haunted her since she was 18...
Claire Davidson had been her best friend since they were 14. The two had been inseparable over the coming years and blossomed into beautiful young women. It was an incident one night at Claire's house which had been imprinted on Ellie's brain so strongly, that the memory of it made her thighs tremble. She had been staying over at Claire's one weekend and had awoken from her slumber with a terrible thirst. Careful not to wake her sleeping friend she arose and tiptoed down to the kitchen in search or refreshment. As she closed the refrigerator door she heard the front door slam, making her jump. She had forgotten that Mr and Mrs Davidson had been out to dinner that night and when she heard their voices, she awaited them at the table.
The seconds turned to minutes with no sign of the Davidsons, though she could hear something... She crept towards the door peering out into the darkened hallway. The sight that met her eyes took her breath away. Selina Davidson was on her knees in front of her husband, her tight skirt pulled up around her waist. She was wearing black hold-ups and a lacy thong which Paul was reaching down and pulling up tight between her legs. As he pulled them up again they ripped and gave way in his hands. Selina moaned and then began to scramble with the buckle on Paul's belt. As it came open, his trousers fell to reveal tanned muscular legs and a pair of white briefs bulging to what Ellie thought was an implausible size. Paul had meanwhile lifted his wife's torn panties to his face and was smelling them, almost like her own Father smelled his fine Brandy.
"God, you're a wet girl tonight!"
"Oh baby, I've wanted you inside me all night, they were soaking all through dinner. I had to squeeze my legs together all night to stop from cumming at the table."
Hearing her best friend's mother talking like this was crazy, but Ellie then realised that she too was standing with her thighs tightly squeezed shut. Her nipples had risen and were tingling as her breath came quicker and quicker. She looked back to see Selina extract Paul's cock and begin to slobber all over it.
"That's right baby, suck that big hard cock! Make it throb in your pretty mouth. OOOH YEAHHH..."
"OH God it tastes so good!!"
Selina continued sucking that monster cock for what seemed like hours to Ellie, sliding her mouth up and down it one moment, and then licking it all over like a giant lollipop the next. Ellie had never really liked the idea of sucking her boyfriends, it seemed so dirty, but watching Selina made her mouth drool. Paul's cock was different to the others she had seen and then she realised that he was circumcised. It seemed to increase his sensitivity as he swore out loud,
"Oh FUCK baby, that's it, lick it there!! OH GOD, you're going to get such a hard fucking my beautiful cocksucking little whore!"
Ellie's face flushed and she felt the heat spreading through her body, over her neck and chest making her head spin. She was abruptly shaken to reality as Paul dragged Selina up,
"Get in the kitchen; I wanna fuck you on the table!"
Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she hurriedly looked around for escape, but there was none. She could hear them kissing passionately in the hallway, slurping and sucking each other with abandon. Instinctively, she dived on the floor and crawled under the table. She watched as the door swung open and saw just their legs as they approached the table. Selina had great legs for her age, she thought, as she saw her perch on the edge of the table. As Selina opened her legs she got an unobscured view of Paul's cock swinging between his legs. She almost gasped as she saw it in all its glory. The helmet was swollen and leaking pre-cum as he wanked it lazily up and down. His balls were also very large and looked heavily laden with his spunk. Her legs twitched and she felt a trickle of juice escape her pussy and soak into her cotton panties. Her eyes remained fixed on the sight.
"Show me how wet you are for me, pull it open and show me!"
"Its soooo wet for your cock baby. Can you hear it? Can you hear how sticky it is around my fingers huh? All for you baby!"
"What do you want?"
"I want it inside me baby. Please put it inside, I can't wait anymore!"
As Ellie listened, her fingers had moved between her legs of their own accord and she was stroking the taut fabric over her mound. Her panties were slick with her juices as she worked her finger up and down her crease.
"BEG ME!!!!"
"PLEASE Paul I'm BEGGING you, give me that COCK!"
Ellie watched as Paul walked towards her and paused just inches from where she was hiding. He guided his cock up out of sight, but she could see his huge balls dangling under the edge or the table.
"Oooh that's it baby, rub it up and down. Yeah just there OHH OHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!"
The table shook and Ellie cried out as Paul sank his cock deep into his wife. She clasped her hand over her mouth thinking she would be discovered, but Selina's moans had drowned out her feeble cry. The scent of her own juices on her fingers struck her and she pushed them into her mouth sucking them deep and hard. Her pussy was on fire as she hastily pulled aside the sopping gusset and plunged them into the wetness. Selina's moans filled the room, and the table shook even more under the onslaught. Her legs had disappeared above the level of the table and Ellie pictured them being held high and wide by Paul as she watched his balls hit the table edge over and over. They were no longer slack, but hard and tight. In the half-light she could see they were covered with Selina's sticky cream which had begun to drip onto the tiled floor.
