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Subject: {ASSM} The Condo (M/F, Oral)
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It was just after 5, but already pitch dark and raining hard. The
workweek was over and we decided to unwind, as usual, with some
drinks. Sarah drove, while Tina and I sat in the back of the car, our
hands on each other's laps. Sarah drove through half an hour of rain-
congested traffic. Eventually, she swung her car down a long
residential road. It was a clear drive down to her condo.

"How're you guys handling it back there?" asked Sarah, relieved.

"Not handling it yet, Sarah," said Tina, as she pressed her face to my
cheek and nuzzled to my ear. I beamed a smiled. Her warm hand slipped
between my legs.

Sarah was setting up the give and take, but she rolled her eyes and
groaned, anyway. She played her role well.

"I don't know what to do with you guys. Amazing. Shit, I need a man."
Sarah grunted a rough laugh.

Tina patted the backrest on the Explorer's driver seat. "You'll find
one."

The truth is that Sarah could have any man she wanted. Drop dead
gorgeous, 5 foot- seven, 40 something, and more woman than most guys
could handle. She dressed well and did her best to showcase what she
had. And what she had wax incredible. Any guy would be crazy to not to
lust after her. She could have any of them for the asking. But she
never kept any for long. After years of being locked inside a
marriage, she took advantage of her opportunities. Tonight, she was
flying solo. Her man of the week, Jim, a black guy from work, was
spending the evening with his family.

Sarah's condo was a small two bedroom on the second story of multi-
unit development that she shared with her teenage daughter, Jen. The
daughter was visiting her dad for the weekend.

As the car pulled into its spot, I adjusted my penis back between my
legs and gave Tina a kiss, a thank you for the ride. I could taste her
cigarettes and Trident. Her smooth cheeks radiated warmth.

Tina was cut from the same cloth as Sarah. She was a handful. At 36,
and 14 years older than me--tied down with three kids and a husband--
she would do anything for me. We first had sex about a year ago, after
a crazy night, when I smoked my first weed, got drunk, and puked
outside 'Las Margaritas'. Since then, we spent many a night fucking
each other brains out. She rarely mentioned her husband or kids. That
was her business, and she handled ours like I was all she had. It
didn't feel like I shared her with anyone.

We got out of the car and walked up to the condo. We stomped on puddle
water on the rocky cement steps. Thankfully the hike was short. The
girls twittered with laughter under the downpour. We hurried up. I
pinched Tina's ass and grabbed some tight skirt and panties. Sarah had
a clear view, and groaned again. She walked past us to open the door.
Tina looked back, tisk-tisked, and waved her finger across my face.

You could see she liked it. She wasn't embarrassed. She acted shock,
but she was just glad someone cared to treat her like a woman. She was
too mature and self confident to care what others thought; she didn't
give a damn. She had lived through too much. Besides, when everyone
sees you screwing around with the youngest guy in the office--a married
woman--you had to have thick skin.

Sarah unlocked the door and turned on the lights. We followed her in
and took off our wet shoes and coats. Tina helped me shake the water
from my hair. Did I mention, she fucked and mothered me, too?

When we were done, I made for the largest leather sofa and sank into
its cushions. Sarah, meanwhile, moved into the kitchen to get us some
food and drinks.

"Do you need any help?" asked Tina.

"No. Just sit down."

Tina dropped down next to me. Her eyes rolled up in relief.

"What would you guys like? I have some Bud Light and Coronas."

"Coronas, please." said Tina. I didn't say anything.

Tina went over and grabbed the beers from Sarah. She brought them over
and gave me a deep kiss, with a quick tongue in my mouth. She reached
over and pulled me close to her. I knew what she was thinking.

"Don't I take good care of you?" she asked.

Of course she did. "Thanks for the beer, babe."

With a shorter kiss, she lay back in my outstretched arms and took a
deep swig from her bottle. She sat with her upper thighs pushed right
up to of my left leg. Tina was a good 6 inches taller than me at 6-2",
and some pounds heavier. We made a fine pair.

I looked around the room. This was not my first time at Sarah's. I
knew the layout. Her condo was a woman's lair. No man had ever lived
in it. She had about a dozen paintings her famous uncle had made. The
oil paintings depicted cougars, snowfields, and Native Americans on
horseback. They were very well done, but kitschy. She had all sizes in
her living room, hallway and no doubt some more in her bedroom.

The rest of the house was taken up by new age knickknacks, large and
small crystals, which occupied privileged locations in the
entertainment system, as well as every shelf, and counter in the
place. Some interesting dream catchers were hung below cabinets and a
couple of walls. She had dozens of books on astrology and metaphysics-
a real child of the 70s, but with money.

I focused my attention back on the gorgeous woman sitting next to me.
She was heartily laughing at a joke I had missed. Her laughter was
booming and carefree.

Sarah was taking out a small bag of weed from inside a drawer under
the coffee table. She grabbed a woman's mag from a pile, and looked
for Zig-Zags in the drawer. She eventually found the pack and pulled
out a paper. She licked the edge of the paper with her wide tongue and
rolled the joint expertly with her sharp manicured fingers.

She took the first drag, and passed it to Tina, while making a funny
puffed face, a little red now. She took a gulping breath.

Tina sucked on it like it was a tiny penis.

"Ah, yes."

Sarah turned to us. "Let's have some music, guys."

She went over to her stereo, looked at the play list and pressed play.
The sound came on in the middle of  "So What" by Miles Davis. Under
the swell of the music, she pivoted, went over to a wall and dimmed
the lights.

"Here we go. One more thing."

Next, she stepped to the windows, unwound her hair from a band, and
shuttered the blinds. As she turned around, she smiled, gave a slow
side-to-side hip-tilting walk toward us and sat down next to Tina.
Tina and I leered at the show. I'm sure I appreciated it most.

With Tina scrunched up next to me, we kicked back and talked.

I stared at the ceiling and piped in a comment every once in a while.
The conversation eventually ended up on sex. With these two, it always
did. Sarah talked about her black guy, Jim. How good he was in the
sack. Even though he was sleeping around with his wife's cousin. They
talked about the overweight single-mom S&M chick, Karen--the one with
the watermelon boobs. She was pregnant again, and didn't know who the
father was. They mostly ignored me. It was a good thing. I say a lot
of stupid shit when I'm stoned.

After a while, I dozed off. The last thing I remembered was Tina and
Sarah talking across from me on a smaller sofa. I didn't catch what
they were saying. They were in close to one another.

Sarah was asleep, by the time I woke up again. Tina was stroking my
crotch. When she noticed I was paying attention, she smiled, and
closed in on my face. We kissed. She decided to play a kissing game,
lifting and lowering herself over me, only to give me sucking kisses
on the way down. I kept it cool and just looked at her with pursed
lips, waiting for the next wet one. She was resting her bottom on my
crotch. Her skirt was up by her waist and I could feel the warm
pressure of her ass on me. I rolled my finger between the lace of her
panties and her skin. Her blouse was opened down to her chest and I
could see her mottled red skin freckled all over. I was getting an
uncomfortable hard on.

After a while she hopped off.

"I'll be right back," she said slowly. She pushed on my shoulders and
walked away.  Her high, long legs strutted toward to the bathroom.
After a few seconds, I could hear her strong piss striking the toilet
water.

I picked up some alligator clips and relit the rest of the joint. I
felt my head bob and laid my head back on the sofa. I took a final
puff and laid down the spent clip. I turned my head over. Sarah was
out cold. She looked exhausted.

Her head was collapsed on her chin. With a soft rhythmic undulation,
her stomach moved slowly up and down under her champagne blouse. The
only sound in the condo was her soft snoring, and the rain shattering
on the roof. Tina was keeping it quiet. I looked at Sarah absently.
Her wide thighs pushed down on the firmly cushioned sofa seat, her
legs spreading out until they met the limits of her black polyester
dress pants. I thought of what it would be like to be with her. I
pulled twice on my pants. The smooth foreskin massaged the head of my
penis. I imagined what her pussy was like. Was it shaved? Was it short
and soft, or wiry and wild? I pictured myself behind, on top of her
cushioned ass, and her grunting, tits dangling over the floor.

Lost in Sarah, I heard the bathroom door open, and Tina walking back.

I picked up a book and opened it somewhere in the middle. When she
came close, she no longer smelled of cigarettes.  She smelled of spicy
cinnamon.

"Keeping busy?" she asked, as she bent forward, her blouse buttoned
up.

"Come on. Come with me." She led me back to the bathroom. It would
have been more difficult getting up, if I hadn't known what she was up
to. She walked ahead grasping my hand. I trailed behind.

Once I was inside, she turned her back to the door. She tilted her
head. Her blonde hair bounced on the side of her face. She came over
seductively, hands on her stomach. She towered over me, like she
always did.  She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me with force
and passion. She pushed me back with her strong legs. Eventually, my
right knee was on top of the soft blue shag toilet seat cover. We
pressed our bodies hard into onto one another.

The kissing got even stronger.  I begged her off. I had to relieve
myself. I asked for a minute, and took a leak. She stared at me, and
bobbed her head side to side, keeping time. She reached and scratched
the pubic hairs over my dick. I swatted her away. She played it coy
and grabbed gently for my stomach before she let me finish.

When I was done, I took off my already unbuttoned khakis and turned to
face her. She resumed the seduction. She wasted no time and slipped
off her skirt, and kicked it onto the floor. She spread her legs, and
bent down at her waist, her face away from me, and her ass thrust
toward me. She wriggled it in the most seductive way. She was wearing
beige satin panties. I leaned forward and gave her a wide playful bite
on her butt cheek, while my fingers pulled her panties just below the
curve of her behind.

"For God's sake, fuck me."

I took a step back, and pushed her down on my already erect cock. She
slipped it in with her hands, right into her slick and tight pussy. I
thrust quickly for several minutes. She responded as if a weight had
been lifted from her lungs. Her breathing was heaving and groaning,
like an animal surrendering itself.

With the angles she was giving me, I had plenty of pressure meeting me
on the way up. At times she would half sit on my cock, and this would
make me feel like spending right there. I reached in front of her with
my right hand, and searched her cunt. I shoved aside the threads
curling into her pussy. My hand became an octopus, massaging and
stroking her moist hole. She tossed her head forward and pleaded to
suck my dick.

She paused the action to turn around and go on her knees. Before she
even landed on the ground, she gripped my cock with an awkward and
expert movement. She plunged it into her mouth. She slavered over my
cock, as her lips pressed over me. She cleaned it free of her juices.
She alternated techniques, while stroking the inside of my bare leg
and pushing my butt towards her. I parted and smoothed her head with
my hands. Every once in a while she would look up and make noises with
her mouth. I shook my head, and reassured her she was doing everything
right. She opened her moth wide and my cock sprang out of her mouth.

The rest was quick and dirty.

We threw down some towels and kneeled down on the floor. She splayed
her hands across the bathroom floor, inviting me to do what I had to
do. I fell down behind her and licked her lower back. She was salty.
She guided my cock inside her cunt. We spent after a few minutes. I
slapped her ass and that was the end of it. We were both tired. We
dressed quickly. I washed my cock in the sink, and pushed it back in
my pants. When we walked back to the living room, Sarah was lying in
the same position. We turned off the lights.

We covered up with some blankets and went sleep on the couch with my
arm around her. She had her ass shoved into me. I could smell Tina's
cigarettes past her sweat. She laid heavy on me and snored loudly. In
the darkness, the light from outside highlighted Sarah's face. I could
have sworn she was smiling. I smiled back and winked at her, just in
case she was looking. I thought about the two women and fell asleep.

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