Sunny Gets a Job

Sunny loved to masturbate. She had her hand inside her jeans underneath her panties, and she was finger fucking herself good. It was Saturday night; she was watching an Orlando Bloom movie on HBO.

“Ahhhh yeah,” she moaned as Orlando kissed his leading lady. Sunny’s finger jiggled in her tight cunt. She loved to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then hang there. She slid her ass to the edge of the sofa. Her legs were stiffly spread; her mouth made an ‘O’ of sexual anticipation as her finger twitched over her clit.

On the screen, Orlando dramatically swept off his shirt. “Oh yeah, that’s it, you big hunk,” thought Sunny. She loved how his well muscled body looked, not weightlifter heavy, just lean and sexy. He gracefully slid into bed with his leading lady and kissed her hard. In fact, there was a whole montage of kisses and caresses and looks of carnal desire. Glimpses of her tits and his tight butt flashed across the screen. Finally, the couple went at it, frantically humping one other.

“Oh fuck, yes,” moaned Sunny. Her finger slammed in and out of her pussy. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard…hard.” Her body became rigid and trembled as the liquid slapping sound of her palm hitting her clit filled the room. “Ohhhhhh…” she whined in a long gasp as she came.

Sunny caught her breath before she carefully arose from the sofa. She didn’t want to leave any evidence of her orgasm on the leather upholstery. She loved her more than spacious living quarters, and she wanted to keep them pristine. She lived in the home of her employer, Ashton Wagner and his wife Sarah.

Sunny couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been in landing her job. She’d grown up in the small town of Upnor, North Carolina. By the age of eighteen she’d already finished high school, plus she’d also taken most of the classes need for an associate’s degree in business from a local community college. One day, one of her teachers had called her into his office. He had a friend in Wilmington on the Atlantic coast. His name was Ashton Wagner, and he was a producer in the television and film business there. Wagner needed an assistant, but he didn’t want to advertise and have to sort through scores of applications. Was there anyone Sunny’s teacher could recommend? The teacher had recommended Sunny.

Sunny knew there was one good reason she’d been picked, besides her good grades. Her teacher had the hots for her. That was understandable. At five-feet three inches tall Sunny was a walking wet-dream. Her full c-cup tits stood round and firmly her chest. She had a heart- shaped bubble butt that left guys staring in her wake. In between those two fantastic assets was her tiny waist. Add in a sweet face, large brown eyes and long, full brunette hair and she had a killer package.

Sunny had squealed with delight and accepted his offer before he even knew what happened. All that he got out of the deal was a quick feel of her breasts on his chest as she gave him a brief hug. Not that he had a chance at more. Sunny was no virgin, but she was hardly experienced at sex. She’d had exactly one serious boyfriend. They’d gone between the sheets a few times, but then he’d gone to college. The school wasn’t all that far away, but apparently the sexually adventuresome college girls had been more appealing to him than waiting for the weekend and a skinny little high school kid. Sunny had been a late bloomer and he’d missed out.

The next day was Sunday. It was a day off for the Wagner’s maid and cook. Since Sunny lived at the house, she’d volunteered to make breakfast. That had been her treat to her parents on Sunday mornings at home. She was a whiz at breakfast food. Mrs. Wagner had arisen early and taken only coffee and toast. She sold real estate and she’d left that morning to show a house. She was a tall, elegant blonde who was always impeccably dressed.

Once she left, Sunny sipped at coffee and read the paper until Mr. Wagner got out of bed. He came into the kitchen wearing a gown and smelling of aftershave. “Good morning,” he told Sunny.

“Good morning,” said Sunny. “Would you like some bacon and eggs?”

“That sounds great,” Wagner said. He took Sunny’s place in the nearby breakfast nook, sipped at a fresh cup of coffee and read the paper while Sunny cooked. At least he read the paper when he wasn’t looking at Sunny. Damn, the girl looked hot this morning. She was wearing probably what she’d worn to bed. Her outfit was a pair of violet colored string pants that set low on her hips. She had a matching tank top that left her midriff bare and showed off her impossibly slim waist. He bet that he could make his fingers touch around that waist, or maybe it just seemed that way because her tits filled her top to overflowing. He bet that he could bounce a quarter off the material stretched tight across her ass.

“Here you go,” said Sunny as she put the breakfast before Mr. Wagner.

“Thanks, dear,” he said. As he ate, he watched Sunny move around the kitchen. He especially liked it when she reached for something and stretched her tits tight against her top. She stood on tiptoes reaching to replace a jar on a high shelf, and Wagner swore that he could see the rounded bulge of her tit as it peeked from under her top. He felt his dick begin to grow between his legs. That was no small matter. He sported a thick nine inches and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He wondered what she would do if he stood up and exposed his erection. After weeks of watching Sunny flounce her amazing body, he was willing to risk finding out. After all, if she didn’t like it, he could simply claim that it was an accident.

Wagner vacillated; he read his paper and drank more coffee, but his hard-on wouldn’t go away. He notched up his resolve and loosened the belt on his robe. When Sunny finished her work in the kitchen and turned in his direction, he stood and said, “Thanks for cooking breakfast, Sunny, it was very good.” He twitched his hips and felt his robe brush along the stone hard nine inches of his cock as it fell into the open.

“You’re wel…come,” said Sunny. Her voice broke when she saw her employer’s cock flop out of his robe. “Oh my,” she whispered.

Wagner studied Sunny’s reaction. She wasn’t running out of the room. In fact she seemed mesmerized by his cock. He looked down and feigned surprise. “Oh, I am so sorry,” he said. He pulled his robe loosely closed over his cock. In fact it was so loose that his cock was uncovered once more as he stepped closer to Sunny.

Sunny ogled the huge hunk of man-meat that was closing in on her. Mr. Wagner was tall and handsome and he was looking at her with hunger in his eyes. “Sir…” was the only thing she could say.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “You did this to me.”

“I did?” said Sunny. As she watched, a wad of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. It twitched and the wad spurted onto the floor. Mr. Wagner came closer; his cock waved from side to side, pre-cum sloshed out at every step. Suddenly, she was in his arms. His steel dick shoved against her flat tummy.

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” said Wagner. His hands roamed over her form, squeezing her tits one second and her ass the next. He thrust his tongue in her mouth while his hands went inside her pants. The soft skin over the twin globes of her ass felt like heaven.

Sunny didn’t know what to think. One second she was cleaning up after breakfast and the next second her boss had her in a hot clench. His tongue was like a snake in her mouth, twisting and turning like a wild thing. Her heart was pounding madly. She broke off their kiss with a loud gasp and said, “Sir, we shouldn’t be doing this.” But when she looked down and saw the cum covered head of his cock, she couldn’t resist reaching out and grasping it in her fingers.

“Oh yes,” groaned Wagner. He couldn’t believe that this hot teen was fingering his cock. He took the hem of her top and peeled it over her tits. They were as magnificent as he had imagined. They were full and rounded, high and firm, yet they tapered ever so slightly to perky nipples. He could feel the heat from the reddened flush of her perfect skin. He gave reverent kisses to the top of those perfect breasts. He was about to lick the jutting nipples when a noise intruded on his sex addled consciousness.

Thunk. The sound of a car door closing made the impromptu lovers jump. “Oh shit,” cried Wagner, “Sarah’s back already.” Mrs. Wagner was home from showing the house. He tried to pull away from Sunny, but the girl had too tight a grip on his stone hard dick. “Sunny,” he hissed loudly. He shoved his hips forward once more and her grip loosened somewhat. Damn, but he was hot and so close to an orgasm. The fact that his wife was getting nearer just made him want it more. He plunged his cock back and forth, fucking Sunny’s hot, cum-slick hand.

Wagner came. A shot of cum leapt from the tip of his mighty cock and streamed across the kitchen floor; more cum followed. He hadn’t shot a load like this in years. “Sunny,” he said weakly and she finally released his dick with a startled gasp, putting her hands to her face as she watched the incredible streams of cum that flowed from his cock. He staggered backward as the streaks of cum lessened to drips and drabs and he could cover his dick with his robe and flee the kitchen.

Sunny had the presence of mind to grab a handful of paper towels and wipe up the hot, soggy mess that Mr. Wagner had made. She was stuffing the towels in the garbage even as she heard Mrs. Wagner’s steps in the hallway. At the last second, Sunny reached up and pulled her tank-top over her exposed boobs just as Mrs. Wagner walked into the kitchen.

“Well, I’m back,” said Mrs. Wagner. She laid her purse on the kitchen counter.

“How did it go?” said Sunny, trying not to look as if she’d just jerked off the lady’s husband.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she sighed. Apparently, the showing hadn’t gone well. “Is Mr. Wagner up?”

Sunny choked back a laugh at the unintended pun. “Yes, ma’am,” she managed to get out. “He just finished breakfast.”

“Hmmm…” said Mrs. Wagner. She poured a cup of coffee, gathered up the newspaper and left the kitchen.

Sunny went back to her room. She’d masturbated the night before, but damned if she wasn’t ready for more. She didn’t think her fingers would do. She pulled a suitcase out of her closet and opened it on the floor. From underneath a heavy jacket that she kept stored away in the summer, she pulled out an oddly shaped bag. Out of the bag came something only a woman could appreciate. She’d been the captain of her high school softball team, and at the end of her senior season the team had given her a present. Sunny had gasped with laughter when she’d seen the multi-function dildo. The thing would pulse and writhe and vibrate. It even had a curved piece with a little forked end that fit over her clit.

Sunny dropped her pants and panties and flopped on the bed. She spread her legs and eased the dildo into her cunt. She didn’t need to worry about lubrication. Her vaginal lips were already puffy and moist from Mr. Wagner’s talented fingers; not to mention the sight of his magnificent cock. In other words, she was already so hot and horny she could hardly stand it. She set the dildo to twisting in her pussy as her mind went back to just a few minutes ago. “Damn, did you see that dick?” she mumbled to herself. “It was so fuckin’ big, I can’t believe it.” She hit the button that made the dildo softly vibrate. “Mmmm…” she moaned, remembering his kiss and the way his heart pounded in his muscular chest.

Sunny’s hips were pulsing in time with her writhing dildo. She set the dildo to vibrating at its highest speed. “And I made him hard,” she whispered. “I made that big dick swell up.” She was nearly there. She pressed the dildo’s plastic tongue against her clit. “And then it shot off,” she moaned. “It shot soooo muuuuch stuff.” Her pussy clenched and she was cumming. “So much stuff…and more, and more cum,” she groaned as her hips rose and she shoved the dildo in and out of her flowing pussy. Sunny felt her orgasm approaching. She held the plastic tongue of the dildo against her clit. “Ohhhh…” she gasped. The vibrations on her sensitive sex-button were almost too much to bear. Her back arched as she ground out her cum on her bed.

Thirty minutes later, the dildo was hidden away once more. Sunny had taken a shower and dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. She had to decide how to spend the rest of her Sunday. She doubted that it would be as exciting as the morning had been.

There was a soft tap at her door. When she opened it, Mr. Wagner stepped in. He was wearing running shoes, shorts and a mesh tank top. The Nike Swoosh was emblazoned on all of his expensive gear. “Sunny, I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” he said. He was staring openly at the twin swells of her tits.

Sunny could see his dick already growing in his shorts. “But your wife…” Sunny began.

“She’s at the other end of the house with her nose stuck in the real-estate section of the paper. She won’t come up for air anytime soon. Besides, she thinks I’m out running,” he said advancing into the room.

Sunny had to admit that the man looked good. His legs bulged with muscle as well as did his pecs and biceps. The man stayed in shape. He came to her and immediately cupped her pussy mound through her shorts. “Oh sir,” she protested, but she had to admit that she liked it. She like the way she made him hard. She liked the feel of his erection against her hip. He massaged her pussy with his talented fingers until they were both panting like two horny teens in a backseat.

Wagner stepped back and pulled aside the leg of his shorts. With a flourish his dick sprang into the open, pre-cum slinging sideways through the air. “Look what you do to me,” he said.

“I did that?” Sunny asked, trying to sound innocent.

“You know you did,” he growled. “Take off your shorts.”

“What?” she said.

“I’ll stay over here; just take off your shorts,” he demanded. Sunny unbuttoned her shorts and stripped them off her fine ass. He began to stroke his cock. “Your panties – let me have your panties.”

“My panties?” said Sunny. They were only plain white everyday bikini panties, but Mr. Wagner was eyeing them as if they were exquisite lingerie. As if in a dream, she pulled off her underwear and tossed them to her boss.

Wagner caught her panties and lifted them to his face. He inhaled deeply. “Nothing like the smell of hot pussy.” He wrapped her undies around the head of his cock and rubbed his hand around in a corkscrewing motion. “You have one fine ass, young lady,” he said.

“I have?” asked Sunny. She turned so that her backside was three-quarters to his view. She looked over her shoulder and lifted her heel as she’d seen models do in a thousand ads.

“Oh shit, you know how to show it too,” he moaned. Sunny slowly shifted her weight from one leg to the other making her sweet ass sway as the muscles rolled under her satin skin. She bent over and ran her finger the length of her vaginal lips, dipping her finger into her wet pussy. Wagner frantically beat his meat. This girl was too much. He felt the cum boiling in his balls. It wouldn’t be long now. “Your tits, show me your tits.”

Sunny straightened up. She loved what she was doing to Mr. Wagner. His eyes were glazed and he stood on bent legs, his hips thrusting out. His big cock seemed to be swelling even larger. She gathered up the front of her shirt in her fingers. She lifted the material until she could grasp the bottom of her bra cups, and then she pulled out and upwards. With hardly a jiggle, her shapely breasts revealed themselves to Wagner’s fevered gaze.

“Fuck yes,” huffed Wagner. “I’m cumming, Sunny, I’m cumming to those big, luscious tits of yours.” Around the tip of his cock, Sunny’s panties jumped and throbbed as they absorbed Wagner’s load of cream. The material darkened and grew absolutely soggy with his spunk. Finally, they fell to the rug with a wet splat as a long drool of cum followed them downward.

The next day Sunny went back to work in Wagner’s office. For tax purposes it was a separate building, but it looked as if it were part of his house – compound really, the place was huge. Her desk sat in a reception area, surrounded by file cabinets and backed by a kitchenette and bathroom. His room was much more luxurious with its large desk, meeting table and sitting area.

Mr. Wagner came in. He was looking good, as usual. He was wearing pressed jeans and loafers as well as a white dress shirt and navy sport coat. “Good morning, Sunny,” he said cheerfully. “Could you step in here a few minutes,” he said as he walked into his office.

She followed, and watched as he went to his desk and began putting files into a briefcase. “Okay,” he said, “as we discussed, I’ll be in Hollywood about a week. There’s no need for you to be in the office every minute. I’ll check in around noon and then you can take the rest of the day off.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Sunny. She too was looking good this morning. She was wearing a summer print, strapless dress along with open-toe pumps. Her auburn tresses flowed across her bare shoulders.

“I’m going to miss you, you know,” said Wagner as he looked her up and down. He squeezed his crotch for emphasis.

Sunny could easily see that her boss was becoming aroused once more. “Sir, you shouldn’t,” she said as she watched him rub the length of his cock beneath the leg of his jeans. “You can’t go to the airport with a boner in your pants.”

“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to,” he said. He took Sunny’s hand and led her to one of the armchairs in the conversation area where she took a seat. He pulled at the zipper of his jeans, and in a few seconds his rapidly filling cock was waving in Sunny’s face.

“We shouldn’t…” began Sunny even as her hand went to his dick. She ran her palm up the length of the prominent cum-tube and was rewarded with a handful of clear pre-cum. She smeared it over the swelling lump of his cock-head. “I mean your wife and everything.”

“Don’t worry about her,” he said, nudging his cock closer to Sunny’s pouting lips. “I’m going to make some good deals in California and you’re going to be included.”

Sunny was no dummy and it certainly didn’t take a rocket scientist to see what was happening here. She didn’t want to be an office bimbo. She kissed the end of his dick and gave him a soulful look with her big brown eyes. “You’ll get out there with all those talented starlets and forget about me.” She licked the end of his dick and a shot of pre-cum splashed into her mouth. His balls must work overtime, she thought.

“I won’t forget about you,” Wagner said with little jerks of his hips encouraging her lips to accept the end of his cock. “That pretty face and fantastic body can take you far if you let them,” he said.

Sunny licked and slurped at the end of his dick as if it were an ice-cream cone. “I did some amateur acting in high school; the teacher said I had some talent,” she said between licks.

“It just takes the right connections,” said Wagner, emphasizing his last word by squirting pre-cum all over Sunny’s full lips. She relented and seized his cock- shaft with both hands and popped the head in her mouth. “Oh Sunny, that’s amazing,” moaned Wagner. The girl knew how to suck a cock. She used her lips and tongue to make his pre-cum flow like crazy, all the while jacking him with both hands. Then she sucked hard on his cock-head, making it swell with hot blood. Wagner’s dick was so sensitive it was almost painful. At that point Sunny grazed the tips of her teeth over his engorged cock-head. “Oh fuck…” bellowed Wagner. His whole body shuddered and cum erupted from his cock like a lava explosion. His dick swelled and shot more spunk than he thought possible.

Sunny gulped down whole mouthfuls of hot cum. The man was like a fountain. She’d never seen such an orgasm. No, she thought as she swallowed frantically, he’s not going to forget this or me.

*

The next day, after Mr. Wagner had made his promised noontime call, Sunny took advantage of his offer to take the afternoon off. She really didn’t want to drive anywhere, so she decided to take a walk. The Wagners maintained almost two acres of lawn and gardens around their home. Or rather they hired people to do the maintenance. Sunny had seen gardeners at work in the yard, and today as she rounded a tall hedge she nearly ran over one of the workers.

“Oops, sorry,” she said as she sidestepped a man wielding a pair of clippers.

“No problem,” said the man. He had stopped clipping and was openly appraising Sunny’s figure.

Sunny didn’t mind the stare, especially from this guy. He looked as if he was about her age. He was wearing the standard gardener’s garb of khaki shorts and slightly soiled white tee-shirt plus boots and gloves. He was slim, with wiry muscles and a nice smile full of white, even teeth. Taking off one of his gloves, he stuck out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Tommy.”

“Sunny,” she said, shaking his hand.

“It sure is – hot too,” he said, looking up into the cloudless summer sky.

“I mean that’s my name,” said Sunny.

“I figured,” Tommy said with a teasing smile.

Sunny giggled. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” she said.

“Well, I’m not here very often, mostly I’m a student,” Tommy said as he reluctantly let her hand slip from his. “I work part-time for a lawn care service, so I get here every now and then.”

“Oh,” said Sunny. They drifted into the shade provided by the hedge, and talked for several minutes. It turned out that Tommy was studying writing at a college a couple of hours drive away.

Tommy checked his watch. “I better get back to work,” he said, “but if you’re free, I’d like to take you to a movie tonight.”

“That sound cool,” said Sunny. It had been a while between dates for her.

They arranged to meet at the local multi-plex. That evening, Sunny drove her little red Honda Civic – the economy model, and parked at their agreed upon spot. Tommy pulled up in a Mitsubishi Eclipse. It was an older model, but Tommy had tuned it. It had a beautiful dark green paint job with a gold tint to it, plus he’d fitted distinctive gold-tinted oversized wheels. Tommy was in shorts and a tee once more, but these were clean as opposed to his earlier work wear. Plus, he’d showered and shaved. Sunny decided that she liked this cleaned up version as well as the more rugged, outdoors look he’d sported earlier. She was dressed in shorts and a tee also. But in her version, the tee was stretched tight across her boobs, and her shorts were molded to her ass.

The movie was a romantic comedy. They watched as the boy and girl met, fought, separated and ultimately, of course, decided that their love could not be denied. Tommy proved to be not very shy. Halfway through the movie he put his arm around Sunny’s shoulder. She obliged by snuggling. After the movie they had a soda and talked until it was late. Tommy walked her back to her car.

Sunny unlocked her car and then turned and leaned against the door. “I really enjoyed the evening,” she said.

“Me too,” said Tommy as he put his hands on her hips. He gave Sunny a perfectly acceptable goodnight kiss for a first date, and then he proceeded to escalate matters. Tongues were exchanged, lips twisted and nipped, noses nuzzled, hands groped asses and pretty soon pertinent parts of their anatomies were becoming engorged with hot blood.

“I really, really had a good time,” said Tommy, catching his breath.

“I can tell,” giggled Sunny. She’d felt the rising evidence against her tummy.

Tommy looked around. There were cars going by and people walking in and out of the theaters. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked. “I’ll be back at the Wagner’s.

“I’ll be free about noon,” she told him.

*

Sunny squirmed in her office chair all the next morning. She’d masturbated her pussy good once she’d climbed into bed the previous evening. The memory of Tommy’s probing tongue and wandering hands had provided plenty of fuel for her orgasmic fantasies.

Finally, Mr. Wagner made his phone call. He gave her several chores to perform. Sunny decided there was nothing urgent that couldn’t wait. Shortly after noon, she set the office phone to record any incoming calls. She pulled two ice cold bottles of water out of the office refrigerator and set off in search of Tommy. He turned out to be working on the same hedge where she’d run into him the previous day.

“Hi,” said Tommy. He gave her the once-over as she approached. She was looking as hot as the weather. She was wearing a canary yellow sundress that started about halfway down her breasts and ended about halfway down her thighs. The tops of her up-thrust boobs bounced as she walked, and her skirt swirled about her tanned legs.

“Hi,” she said. “I thought you might like a drink.” She offered him one of the bottles.

“Thanks,” said Tommy. He took the bottle and gave her a kiss. It was a kiss that went way past hello and thanks for the water. When they finally came up for air, he said, “Let’s find some shade.” He took her hand and they headed for a stand of oak trees.

Amongst the trees, they were in deep, cool shade. Hidden by the leaves on low hanging branches, and the impenetrable high hedge, they were in their own little world. “Good water,” said Tommy. He drained most of the bottle, and then he stopped long enough to pull off his tee-shirt. He poured some of the cool water onto his sweaty shirt, and used it to wipe off his face and chest.

Sunny wondered if he was going shirtless for her benefit. Probably, she thought. After all, she’d picked out her dress to impress him. She leaned against one of the trees and sipped at her bottle of water. Damn, he looked good with his Orlando Bloom like lean torso and evident – but not overly developed muscles.

“I like your dress,” Tommy said.

“Oh, thanks,” said Sunny. She lifted the hem of her dress and glanced at it as if she had to remind herself of what she was wearing. She knew that Tommy was getting a glimpse of the thong she had decided to wear.

Damn she looks good, thought Tommy. Her auburn hair framed her face and brushed the tops of boobs as they practically fell out of her dress. His dick was getting hard now. In fact, it really started to bulge when she flashed her tanned thighs and barely covered pussy mound.

“I can tell,” she said with a giggle, pointedly looking at the long swell in his shorts.

Tommy gripped his cock through the loose material of his shorts. He stroked himself as he drank in the sexy goodness of Sunny’s hot bod.

“Stroke that fucker,” said Sunny. She was feeling as bold as she was horny. She knew that if she could make the rich, powerful Ashton Wagner drool with lust, then giving a young stud like Tommy a steel hard erection was practically automatic. She walked over to Tommy and locked her eyes on his as she reached down and undid the button on his shorts. She pulled his lips down to hers while she unzipped his shorts. Then she stepped back and reached under the hem of her dress. In a second, her thong was a small wad of material in her fingers. She let the wisp of underwear drop to the ground with a look that asked Tommy what he was going to do about it.

“Hot damn,” said Tommy as his loose-legged shorts dropped to his boots. He had a big, wet stain on the front of his boxers that expanded even as he stood there.

Sunny lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her shaved slit to Tommy’s fevered gaze. She giggled as he struggled to drop his boxers and step out of the clothing that threatened to trip him.

He advanced on Sunny. His cock was pointed skyward and swayed with his steps, pre-cum sloshed and dripped with every step. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he said with a lusty smile.

Sunny bit at her lower lip and leaned against the tree, waiting on Tommy. His dick wasn’t nearly as long as Mr. Wagner’s, but it was just as thick. He came to her and practically shoved his tongue down her throat. He palmed her pussy and then stuck a finger inside. Sunny felt her wetness growing; her juices were close to running down her thigh.

Tommy lifted her leg into the air, exposing her blossoming vaginal lips. He leaned back, bent his knees, and then he made the connection. His dick slid effortlessly into her hot cunt. “Oh yeah…that’s good stuff, Sunny,” he moaned.

Sunny should have felt helpless. She had one foot on the ground as this lust addled guy shoved his cock in and out of her pussy. But she didn’t mind, it was a hot fuck, and she hadn’t had one in a while. She let Tommy do all the work. Sweat streamed down his face and chest, making his muscles glisten in the summer sun. “Come on, fuck me faster, Tommy. Fuck me harder,” she urged him on. He growled and doubled his efforts to satisfy this demanding, hot piece of ass.

“Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh…” Sunny moaned as she got her wish. She came. She had to steady herself against the tree as her trembling orgasm nearly sent her sprawling. .

“Your cunt…I can feel your cunt pulling at my dick,” cried Tommy. Suddenly he staggered away, grabbing at his juice drenched cock. His hand flashed up and down on his fiery red meat and then he was cumming. Streams of hot spunk shot from the end of his dick. It was like a gun reloading and firing as he thrust his hips forward and his butt muscles flexed, sending his cream allover the little hideaway.

“That’s so hot,” said Sunny, admiring the torrent of cum she’d induced.

*

Sunny sat at her desk the next morning. She daydreamed of Tommy. That had been one hot fuck. She wondered when there would be another one. He had been vague about when he would be back to work at the Wagner’s. Plus, he hadn’t asked for another date. For a half second, she had some self-doubt, but then she looked down at the swell of her breasts and her shapely legs. Surely he couldn’t walk away from this, she thought with a smile. She was so engrossed with the daydream of his slick cock rushing through her pussy that she jumped when the phone rang.

“Wagner Productions,” said Sunny into the receiver.

“Sunny, how are you?” said a feminine voice.

“Marcia, hey,” said Sunny. Marcia Johnson was a friend from her childhood. Their fathers had been business partners for some years, so Sunny and Marcia had grown up together. Marcia was almost two years older than her, and Sunny had been content to let her take the lead in their play. They had grown apart when Marcia began high school. She had become a tall, willowy blonde who was a favorite with the boys. In fact, one of those boys had been Sunny’s boyfriend. Marcia had casually stolen him and then later dropped him simply because she could. Sunny and Marcia hadn’t spoken for a year after that. They’d made up of sorts when their families had gathered together for a Christmas party.

“So how’s school?” asked Sunny.

“Oh, I’ve got another semester to go,” said Marcia. “I’m stuck at home for the summer.”

“That must be awful,” said Sunny in a teasing tone.

“You’ve no idea,” Marcia said dryly. “Daddy insisted on a family vacation, so we’re here at the beach. We’re going to spend the day at Pirate’s Cove tomorrow, and we wondered if you could join us?” Pirate’s Cove was a water-park surrounded by a shopping mall on the beach.

“Sounds good to me,” said Sunny. They talked some more and made plans for the outing.

The following afternoon, Sunny met the Johnsons as they pulled up at the Wagner’s home. There were hugs all around. The Johnsons admired the Wagner’s house and gardens and Sunny promised them a little tour if they had time later. Then they piled into the Johnson’s Lincoln Navigator and headed for the park. Marcia drove, with her mother in the front passenger seat, while Sunny and Mr. Johnson, Ed, sat in the back. They talked all the way to the park. Mr. Johnson touched or rested his hand on Sunny’s knee whenever he wanted to emphasize some point or another.

She didn’t mind this little intimacy though. She’d always thought that Uncle Ed, as she’d grown up calling him, was a very cool guy. He was one of those men who just got better looking with age. She liked his salt and pepper hair and the laugh lines around his ice blue eyes. And speaking of eyes, she liked the way his traveled admiringly up and down her body.

They arrived at the park, Mr. Johnson bought them all passes, and they went to the dressing rooms. Sunny had worn a two-piece swimsuit and a beach jacket along with sandals. She stored the jacket and sandals along with her bag in a locker.

“Love your swimsuit,” said Marcia after she’d finished storing her paraphernalia.

“Thanks,” said Sunny. She had picked the suit because it was practical – her assets weren’t likely to fall out of it – as well as good looking. The halter top was a hot pink number that allowed her generous tits to play peek-a-boo on all sides while still being reined in. The navy, with pink accents, hip-hugging bottom did much the same for her great ass.

“I like yours too,” said Sunny. Marcia had the tall, thin frame of a fashion model. Sunny noted that her bikini top had to scoop and gather and push to make some cleavage. She doubted that the girl sported more than an A-cup. Not that her naturally blonde hair and delicate features didn’t make up for any lack of tits.

“Ready, girls?” asked Mrs. Johnson. She wore a black one-piece that had a little skirt to hide the tops of her thighs. She was a pretty woman who had let her body become pudgy, to put it frankly.

The trio of women went outside to find Mr. Johnson waiting. Sunny was impressed. Johnson had good pec’s and ab’s, and his loose fitting trunks revealed well muscled thighs. Sunny remembered her father saying that Uncle Ed ran marathons.

“There’re my bathing beauties,” said Johnson with a grin.

They all went to the slide area and took their first plunge. There were numerous slides at the park. As the visitors moved from slide to slide they increased in steepness as well as added twists, turns and other features. By the third slide Mrs. Johnson had reached her limit. “I think I’ll just stay in one of the pools,” she said.

“Me too,” said Marcia. “I think I’ll get some sun.” She’d been tugging and pulling at her suit. The thing wasn’t meant for serious water sports, unless you counted catching lecherous stares from men as a sport.

“Wimps,” said Mr. Johnson with mock disdain. “How about you?” he asked Sunny.

“I’m game,” said Sunny, eyeing the other slides.

“We’ll catch up with you cowards later,” said Johnson with a laugh to his wife and daughter. He took Sunny’s hand and they walked to the escalator that would take them to the top of the slides.

Sunny bit her lower lip as they waited in line for the next slide. It was steep and she could hear screams as the sliders disappeared over the edge. “You want to go in tandem?” asked Johnson when it became their turn.

Sunny watched as a teen couple screeched their way down the slide together. “Okay,” she said. She situated herself in the water flowing over the top of the slide. Johnson sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The hairs on his chest tickled her back, but she liked the feel of his muscled arms on her tummy.