My friend Rosalie is a stunning 20-year-old Hispanic beauty, who tends to be sexually adventurous.

She is five feet three and 125 pounds, with a curvy body and breasts that are amazingly round, firm and perky. She and I were lovers for a brief time, but she was a bit too wild for me, and as hot as she was, I finally decided that it would be better if we were just friends. Rosalie was not happy about this, but she finally came to terms with it — or so I thought.

Rosalie has no trouble attracting men, and she is not above using her charms to get them to give her things — presents, jewelry, even money sometimes. I used to warn her that this would get her in trouble some day, but she would just laugh.

One of the men Rosalie became friendly with was a much older and rather unattractive man named Irwin, who lived in our neighborhood. He was in his early 60s and obviously quite wealthy, though nobody seemed to know how he acquired his money, as he seemed to do nothing but hang around, playing dominoes on the street corner. He occasionally used to try his luck with the young females in the neighborhood, but most of them would have nothing to do with him, in spite of his prosperity. Until Rosalie came along.

It was obvious to me that the only reason she was seeing him was because of his money, and he did seem to be generous with her, buying her all kinds of things and giving her cash from time to time, which she spent carelessly. I didn’t like to imagine what she was doing for him in return, but when the subject came up she assured me that all she was doing was things like flashing her breasts for him, and posing seductively in front of him while he jerked off. When I asked her what she would do if he wanted more, she just shrugged.

One night soon after that I got a call from Rosalie. She sounded upset, and she soon told me that she was behind on her rent, and had just received a notice that if she didn’t pay what she owed she would be evicted from her apartment. This surprised me, because I would have thought that what she was getting from Irwin would have covered her rent, but it seems she had just blown it all. I asked her why she didn’t just go to Irwin and ask him to help her out, and she said she would probably have to do that, but first she wanted me to come over and smoke some pot with her, to put her in a better mood.

Always ready to get high, I accepted her invitation immediately, and set out. When I got there I saw that Rosalie was wearing a sexy miniskirt, with a thin white blouse and high heels. When I asked her what was up, she didn’t answer until she had lit up a joint and we had each had a couple of drags. Then she told me that she had already called Irwin and that he was coming over. She said she was sure she could handle him, but she wanted me there just in case things got out of hand.

The girl was obviously not thinking clearly. I told her that Irwin would surely not try anything sexy with her if I was there.”Well,” she said, “I thought you could hide in the closet or something, and then if you hear me screaming or whatever, you could come out.”

“That’s crazy,” I said. But by the time we were on our second joint, I wasn’t all that clear-headed myself. I was wearing my dark shades, which I usually do when I get high, to keep out the damn light. So when Irwin showed up, instead of hiding in the closet, I just pretended to be asleep as I slumped in the loveseat.

Irwin was obviously not too happy to see me there, but Rosalie told him not to worry, as I was out like a light. She sat him down on the couch and wriggled flirtatiously onto his lap. “Do you want me to wake him up?” she asked him coyly.

Through my dark glasses I could see him looking at me, but I knew he couldn’t see my eyes, and his hands were already moving over Rosalie’s body. “No,” he said finally. “Let him sleep, so we can get down to business. What’s wrong? You said on the phone that you needed my help.”

She inhaled a deep breath, “It’s my rent!” she sighed. “I’m really behind, and they’re going to throw me out.”

Oh well, that’s no problem,” Irwin said. “No need to worry, baby, you know I’ll take care of you. You just got to be a little nice to me, that’s all.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet, Irwin!” Rosalie murmured, and she gave him a little kiss, and then a longer one. She didn’t seem to be in any trouble yet.

Irwin looked over at me again, but I just stayed slumped in my chair as if I were dead to the world. “Okay, babe,” he said to her then. “Why don’t you poke that sweet young pussy out at me, so I can taste it.”

This was evidently not an unusual request. Rosalie gave a little giggle, then got off his lap and bent over, facing away from him on the couch with her hands touching the floor, arching her back a little to poke her snatch out toward him. 

Her eyes were turned on me as she bent over, touching the floor with her hands, and arched her back a little to poke her snatch out at him. Her tiny miniskirt pulled up as she bent over, and I saw she wasn’t wearing panties.

Her eyes were still on me as Irwin took hold of her thighs and dove face first into her exposed pussy, but after a minute her eyes closed, and she began to purr and moan as he ate her out. This went on for several minutes, until she began to shake violently. “Ohh yes, right there!” she cried out, pushing herself back harder against him. “I’m coming!”

Irwin continued to slurp away until her orgasm subsided. Finally she scooted around and got onto her feet, standing in front of him as he licked her juices from his lips. She was smiling, still quivering a little from her climax.

Irwin now raised his hands to her blouse and slowly began to unbutton it. Rosalie shot a look at me over her shoulder, and she may have caught me moving my hand to my crotch, in order to hide the swelling there. But her attention shot back to Irwin once he started pulling at her blouse. She took a step back from him, then took the blouse off and tossed it to one side.

By this time I was not surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. I was almost as aroused as Irwin was as she turned to face me again, with her full round breasts on display. She then slowly tugged her miniskirt down over her hips till it fell around her ankles, and stepped out of it. She was now stark naked, standing in front both of us.

“Oh Jesus, yes!” Irwin exclaimed. He stood up and stripped out of his own clothes in the blink of an eye. Though his cock was not long it was fairly thick, and he was sporting an erection that I thought was amazingly hard for his age. “Come sit on my lap again, baby!” he said eagerly.

I wondered if this was the point at which she was going to need my help, but no. Rosalie didn’t hesitate for a second as she sat down on him again, and she actually began to move and wriggle against him, giving him a lap dance which he obviously thoroughly enjoyed. His hands came up to fondle her breasts as she ground herself into him. She seemed to be getting herself worked up as much as him. This went on for several minutes, until suddenly he pulled a fast one, lifting her slightly and positioning his cock between them until it slid into her. I heard her gasp as she felt it, but she made no protest.

“Ohh God, that pussy is tight!” Irwin groaned.

Rosalie now began to ride him slowly, and soft moans escaped her throat as he humped up at her, caressing her breasts as they bounced up and down. Each meeting of their flesh produced a muffled clapping sound, soon drowned out by Irwin’s groans. It was an astonishing sight to see. Rosalie was really giving it up to him, and Irwin was certainly getting what he was paying for. And I had front row seats.

After every few bounces, Rosalie would stop and grind herself on him, then continue riding his dick. He just kept humping her as hard as he could, and this went on for a long time. Finally Rosalie seemed to get frustrated. She pulled herself off him and got up.

“Fuck me doggie-style,” she panted. “Because this isn’t working!” With that she climbed back onto the couch, facing away from him. I had a perfect view of her dripping snatch, until Irwin blocked it out, taking his place behind her. Now all I could see was his wrinkled ass cheeks clenching and his golf-ball-size nuts swinging as he humped away at her.

“Ohh yes, there you go!” Rosalie cried loudly. “I’m all yours, baby, fuck my fucking pussy!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Irwin started to pound her even harder. If his cock had been bigger I would have really felt sorry for her, because he was really working her out. However, he got tired eventually and pulled out of her, panting hard as he sat back down on the couch. He pulled her over him and she straddled him as before. He palmed her ass and began to suck on her breasts. I watched his cock enter her and slide in and out of her as she rode him vigorously, her head tilted back, her mouth open and gasping.

“Oh God, Irwin!” she cried out, bouncing harder. “I’m going to come on your dick!”

“Me too, baby!” I heard him say. His voice was muffled with his mouth against her tits, so I don’t know if Rosalie heard him or not. But then she was coming, jerking and spasming as she ground herself into him. A moment later I saw his toes curl up, and she must have felt his eruption inside her.

“No, don’t come in me!” she shrieked, tearing herself away from him and falling backwards onto the floor, still shaking from her climax.

Irwin quickly jumped to his feet as he tried to catch her, but he couldn’t. He was in the middle of his own orgasm, and his spurting semen fell all over her face, breasts and stomach.

Rosalie jumped to her feet then and gave him a murderous look as she staggered out of the room. I heard the bathroom door slam shut, and then the sound of the shower.

I continued to feign sleep as I watched Irwin light a cigarette and pull on his shorts, then sit back down on the couch, obviously waiting for Rosalie to return. When she did, 15 minutes later, he jumped up and tried to embrace her, but she pulled away from him sharply and began to put on her discarded clothes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked her. “Look, I’ve got something for you.” He reached for his pants, dug into a pocket and came up with a roll of bills. She took it, then finished dressing. “What’s wrong?” he repeated.

“You shot your damn jism inside me, and I’m not on the Pill or anything, that’s what’s wrong!” she told him angrily.

“Oh baby, don’t worry about that,” he replied smoothly. “That can be sorted out. Look.” And he reached into another pocket and pulled out another roll of cash. She took this one too, and appeared to be somewhat mollified, at least enough to give him a little smile.

“Sure, baby, that should take care of everything,” Irwin said. He hesitated a minute, then went on. “So now you should let me do something I’ve never actually done, don’t you think?”

“And what’s that?” Rosalie asked him.

He moved closer to her and kissed her gently. “I want to really come inside you,” he whispered. “I mean completely. All the way.”

I thought she was going to snap at him, maybe even give him back the money; but instead she smiled at him again and gave him a gentle kiss back. And then she spun around and leaned over the arm of the sofa, bending over seductively and spreading her legs apart. She was still holding the rolls of bills, one in each hand.

Irwin stepped up behind her, grabbing her by her hips, and started to dry-hump her through her skirt and his shorts as she began to grind back at him. After a minute he lifted her miniskirt up and yanked his underwear down to his ankles, as though in one motion. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he rammed himself into her.

Her eyes went suddenly wide and she gasped sharply, just as she had when he’d entered her earlier. “Oh God, Irwin, fuck me!” she moaned as he humped her, pumping his cock in and out of her. “Ohh Jesus, yes, come in me, Irwin, come in my tight young pussy!”

Her dirty talk had me on the verge of coming myself, but since Irwin had recently released a massive load, I thought it would take him a while to be able to come again. But within minutes he was grunting and groaning, and then he gave one last strong thrust and stiffened as his body began to spasm.

“Yessss!” Rosalie cried. “Oh yes, I feel it, Irwin, give it to me!” She was grinding back at him as he shot his load inside her, and then she was shuddering uncontrollably and shrieking out her own climax once again.

When Irwin finished shooting he pulled out of her and started to get dressed. He and Rosalie shared a long good-bye kiss before he left. When he was gone she turned and smiled at me. She was still holding the money.

“So,” she said to me. “Did you enjoy the show?”

I was so flummoxed that I took my glasses off to see her more clearly. “What the hell?” I said. “I don’t get this. First of all, I thought you were on the Pill. Didn’t you tell me — ”

“Of course I am,” Rosalie said. “But I wasn’t going to tell Irwin that. Not if it meant that I could get more money out of him if I pretended I wasn’t. And you see, it worked!”

“Yeah, I saw that all right,” I said. “You handled yourself very well. And you didn’t need me at all. So what was all this stuff about wanting me around in case things got out of hand?”

Rosalie smiled at me. “Oh,” she said, “I just wanted you to see what you’ve been missing since you insisted in breaking up with me. I hope it got you good and hot, and gave you something to think about.”

Actually I was still hard. And Rosalie was standing there half naked. I don’t know how I managed to hold back, but I did. “Yeah, it did,” I told her. “And I think I better go home and think about it. See you around, Rosalie.” And I left. And I went home and thought about it.

I’m still thinking.