Ben was an ex-football player and had the stature to go with it. But the last fifteen minutes dancing with the Negro had left her breathless and excited.

All the neighborhood women would stare at him when he mowed the front lawn, those broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the tight butt and those massive thighs, the black skin glistening with his sweat... The four rum and cokes she had drunk did not help; she was definitely feeling a bit tipsy.

After four strong drinks and nice comments from the men at the party about her legs, she was beginning to feel more comfortable and a little bit sexy. " "In the laundry." As he took her hand and led her through the back kitchen door into the laundry room, Kathy wondered how she had managed to get herself into this. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave a little yelp when she felt the head gently rub up and down her slit. Again she moaned as she felt the length of his cock slowly push its way deep into her hole.

Pat was always trying to make her wear sexier and more revealing clothes. In the laundry, Harry picked her up by the waist and put her on the washing machine. Sucking on his tongue, she moaned when she felt the hard lump in his pants rub into the cleft of her cunt.

For his thirty fifth birthday party she had finally acquiesced. "Quickly," she said, "before someone discovers us." She leaned back on the machine and raised her hips to allow him to pull her panties off.

It happened so quickly that Kathy had no time to do anything but raise her arms in anticipation of his normal assault on her tits. Within seconds, Harry tensed and moaned, releasing his sperm deep into her cunt.

She was taken completely off guard when she felt his tongue invade her mouth. They had no time to luxuriate in the afterglow, though.

"If you watch me, I get to watch you." Kathy finally managed to pull her eyes from Paul's cock and looked at his face. "Ok," she said, in spite of her mind telling her to get the hell out. She felt her juices, which had never receded after the fucking Harry had given her, roil in her body.

Paul had his arm around her shoulders and she had her arm around his waist as she watched him noisily piss into the toilet. He squeezed out the last few drops, but did not put his stiffening cock away. "How am I going to see you pee if you sit there with your legs together?"Now it's your turn," he announced, flipping the toilet seat down. " "Sorry," Kathy said, her mind not quite in the same universe as her body.Kathy backed up to the toilet, raised her short dress and pulled her panties down to about mid-thigh. She watched Paul pull her panties down to her ankles and raise her left leg to pull them free."Stay here," she whispered, "and I'll get rid of whoever it is." She walked into the kitchen and found Janine there. She was the oldest of the women at the party but only two years older than Kathy. We've almost run out." "In the fridge," Kathy said. Again she tried to look into the laundry but again Kathy blocked her view. She picked up her glass and drained it, forgetting it was nearly neat rum.She was tall and, for her height, had quite a good figure with full breasts. "I need another drink, anyway." As they entered the games room, Kathy looked back at the kitchen door in time to see Harry quickly slip out and head towards the bathroom.She was surprised when she saw Harry in there, looking for something. "Oh, hello, beautiful, you're looking good tonight. She had definitely had too much to drink and must stop. "You know, my darling, I haven't kissed you tonight, yet," he said. Kathy had come to accept it and, almost, to look forward to it. " asked Harry again, concentrating his finger movements to the fabric over her clit. Harry slowly rocked back and forth, his penis moving in and out of her. Harry's hands were busy on her tits, squeezing and rubbing them as he fucked her. He pulled and rubbed her nipples as he continued the slow fucking.