Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen.
I was cleaning the attic when I found an old photo album hidden among my wife's college books. I really didn't know much about that part of her life. It had been ten years since she had graduated. Mandy had always been vague whenever I broached the subject and said it was a long time ago. The pictures showed Mandy with friends at parties, at football games, in her dorm, and around campus.
I finished flipping through the album and was about to put it away when I discovered an envelope containing some Polaroids hidden inside the back cover. My jaw dropped as I looked through them. Mandy was having sex with two, three and four guys at a time. My sweet little Mandy was a slut. That explained where she acquired her incredible skills in the bedroom, which first attracted me to her.
Rather than get angry, I found myself getting excited. There were several pictures of her and another girl getting double-fucked on a bed with a roomful of naked guys waiting their turn. There were close-ups of her pussy and ass filled with cock and several of her face with different cocks stuffed between her lips. In the last few, her face and tits were splattered with cum.
As I continued to look at the pictures, my cock strained to get out of my pants. I couldn't believe I was so turned on looking at my wife getting gang-fucked. Mandy wasn't going to be home for several hours. I went into the bathroom and spread the pictures on the counter of the vanity. I was pounding my cock hard and close to exploding when the doorbell rang. I tried to ignore it, but it rang twice more. Reluctantly, I pulled up my pants and went to answer it.
I was surprised to see Vicki, the girl from across the street, standing there in her cheerleader outfit. Her big tits were stretched tightly against her sweater and her short skirt fell to her thighs only inches below her panties. This didn't help reduce the size of the bulge in my pants. I had fantasized about how it would feel to have my cock buried deep in her pussy and ass many times
"Hi Mr. Moore. I hope you don't mind my stopping by, but I didn't have anywhere else to go. My parents aren't home from work and I forgot my house key. I have a lot of homework and was wondering if I could do it here until they get back. You won't even notice me."
Oh yes I will, I thought to myself. I'll be thinking very hard about that tight little body under that cute cheerleader outfit. I opened the door and gestured her into the house. My cock would have to wait until later, although it wasn't yet ready for a retreat.
"Thank you, Mr. Moore. You don't mind if I use your bathroom do you?"
I directed her down the hall, and then panicked when I realized the pictures of Mandy were still on top of the vanity. It would be impossible for her not to notice them. I had no idea what I was going to say to her. Maybe she would ignore them or at least not say anything, in which case I wouldn't either. I put my ear to the door to see if I could learn anything. What I heard was the tinkle of pee splashing into the toilet. My cock jumped as the image of a golden stream spraying from her naked pussy flashed through my head.
I heard Vicki wipe herself and pull up her panties. Then I heard a gasp. She must have discovered the pictures. I heard a "oh my god" as she shuffled through them. After that, I heard some faint moans. Was Vicki fingering her pussy? She had to be. My heart pounded in my chest. Just on the other side of this door was a girl I had fucked in my dreams many times fingering her hot pussy.
My poor cock couldn't take it anymore. I pulled down my zipper and freed it from its prison. It was already dripping with pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked as her moans and gasps became louder. A scary thought entered my head. What if I opened the door and walked in on her? What would she do? Vicki seemed like such a sweet and innocent girl, but here she was fingering her pussy to images of my wife getting gang-fucked. She couldn't be that innocent.
My hand found its way to the door handle. I turned the knob and pushed. Time became suspended for a few brief seconds. Vicki looked at me with a hand in her panties. I could see panic in her eyes. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked. After a brief pause, her hand resumed its activity inside her panties. I moved closer. She didn't try to stop me.
"Wha... what if she comes home?" Vicki asked.
"You saw the pictures. She's a slut."
My lips pressed against hers and my tongue shot deep into her mouth. Her mouth opened and kissed me back. I grabbed her big tits with my hands, squeezing them roughly with my fingers. I pushed her back against the vanity and pulled up her sweater and bra. Her magnificent tits bounced free. I quickly dropped my mouth to her hard nipple while pinching the other between my thumb and finger.
"Oh god... Mr. Moore... oh... yesssss....... "
With her sweater pushed up over her tits, I continued my feast on Vicki's luscious melons going from one to the other, licking and biting her tender nipples. Her fingers were still inside her panties rubbing her pussy. I pulled her hand out and sucked each juicy finger into my mouth. She was breathing hard. I could see the desperation in her eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Moore?"
It sounded like an invitation more than a question.
"Yes I am, but first I'm going to taste you."
I kissed her stomach and dropped to my knees, lifting her tiny skirt. Her damp panties stretched against the puffy outline of her ripe young pussy. My lips encircled her swollen mound. My tongue traced along the outline of her juicy gash and over her swollen clit. She moaned. I pulled down her panties revealing the pink paradise of her shaved pussy in its full glory. I pushed a finger through her slimy folds and fucked it in and out of her juicy cunt
"Oh god yes, Mr. Moore... ooooohhhhh..."
