I love to watch my wife with other men. I’ve read enough
letters in enough magazines to know that I’m not alone, but if
you had asked me, I would have never guessed that watching Jenny
have sex with other men would be my biggest turn-on.
Jenny was a virgin when we married thirteen years ago, and
was very inexperienced in sexual matters. I found it hard to
believe that a girl with her looks and a body that stopped
traffic could be so `untouched’ and innocent, but she assured me
it was the result of strict religious upbringing, at home and in
school, and living home with her parents until we married.
Jenny is now 35 years old, and has never looked better in
her life. She is beautiful, with pale, ivory skin; full, pouty
lips; huge brown eyes; and shining brown hair in a classic page
cut. She reeks class. Aerobics and running have made her firmer
than ever and her 36C-23-35 figure on a 5′4″ frame would have to
be termed perfect in my book. We’ve been happily married, and
our sex life started slow and has improved over the years.
……
I enjoy reading adult magazines and, occasionally, Jenny
would read a letter or two without comment. One day, she asked
me to point out the letters that really turned me on.
Invariably, the ones that made me the hottest told tales of
husbands watching their wives have sex with other men, sometimes
with multiple partners. Jenny asked me if I ever thought about
her screwing another man. I was honest and told her that I could
sometimes visualize her doing the things in the letters, but I
certainly did not want her to actually do those things. I
assured her the letters were a turn-on and a fantasy, but did not
mean I had an actual desire for her to fuck another man. She
said she was glad that I didn’t want her to have sex with others,
because she didn’t want me to have sex with other women, either.
We continued to read the magazines, and Jenny would
playfully point out the ones for me to read first. She was
always right and I was glad she understood about my fantasy.
……
Last September, my fortieth birthday fell on a Saturday, and
Jenny said she had the whole day planned for me. It began with a
wonderful session of making love; then I was treated to breakfast
in bed, and later, lunch on our screened-in back patio. The
afternoon had me on the porch, deep in a chaise lounge, dozing in
front of college football on the portable TV.
The lawn was in dire need of cutting, my normal Saturday
task, but Jenny said that the lawn was also taken care of. I
heard a mower start up and Jenny stepped out onto the porch in
her tiniest bikini and said, “Ah, right on time. See? All taken
care of.”
Apparently she had hired our neighbor’s son, Danny, to mow
the lawn for me. He was a great-looking kid we had watched grow
up. Only just starting his Junior year in high school, he was
the ultimate jock, with a sweater full of high school varsity
letters and a wall full of trophies.
When he got to the back lawn I was amazed at his physique.
Six feet tall, he weighed about 175, all muscle. He was wearing
shorts and high-tops, and his bare chest was tan and gleaming
with sweat.
Jenny walked past me, out the door, with two large
lemonades. “Hey, Danny,” She shouted over the mower’s roar.
Danny cut the engine and turned to see who shouted. When he
saw Jenny walking toward him in that tiny bikini that perfectly
matched her eyes, I could almost hear him gulp from where I was
sitting.
“Hi, Mrs. H. I thought you were taking Mr. H. out all day,
for his birthday.” He made a valiant effort to look Jenny in the
eyes, but looking at her full, glowing body was too much
temptation. His eyes rarely looked above her ample cleavage.
Danny was obviously a tit-man.
“He’s sound asleep, now. We’ll be going out for dinner,
later. I was just getting the last of the season’s sun.” She
sat down on the chaise lounge and looked up at Danny’s crotch.
Knowing Jenny, I knew something was up. I wasn’t asleep and
she knew it, so I wanted to watch and see what she was up to. I
knew that if Danny looked into the porch from the bright
sunlight, the shade and screens made it so dark that he wouldn’t
be able to distinguish me from the seat cushions, so I felt
perfectly safe as a peeping-tom.
Danny stepped closer to Jenny and used the opportunity to
stare down between her two magnificent breasts. The crotch of
his shorts began to swell. Mine did, too.
Danny gulped the rest of his drink, “Thanks for the
lemonade, Mrs. H. I guess I better get back to mowing.”
I’m sure Jenny caught the crack in his voice as well as I
did. She smiled up at him and said, “There’s no hurry, Dan. I
was just looking at your body. It looks like all those weights
your mother’s always complaining about lying around the house are
having a very positive effect.”
I guess exercise is a topic jocks always feel like talking
about, because the next few minutes were filled with the details
of lifting weights.
Jenny stood up and reached out to touch Danny’s arms. “Wow,
Dan, your arms are hard as rocks.” She moved her hands up to his
shoulders and down his chest, over his nipples. “You are an
Ironman, aren’t you?”
Danny could only nod, and Jenny continued with the slow
torture. As I watched this scene, I removed my throbbing cock
from my shorts and began to squeeze it. I had never seen Jenny
flirt like this, and I had never been hotter.
“I’ve been thinking about lifting weights, too. I’m afraid
aerobics and running won’t be enough to keep me firm. I’m
already beginning to sag like an old lady.”
“No way, Mrs. H.! You look terrific.”
“Well, thank you, kind sir. Say, if you can keep this
professional, maybe you can give me some advice. Are there
exercises I could do to prevent my breasts from sagging any more?
Look.” With that, Jenny untied the string behind her neck and on
her back. She removed the bikini top as casually as removing a
winter coat.
Danny’s eyes actually bulged as he viewed Jenny’s round,
full tits and brown, hardening nipples. He tried to blurt out
something, but all that came out was, “Oh, Mrs. H…”
“Oh, Dan, it’s okay. I just want your expert opinion on a
bodybuilding question. If you prefer, I can put my top back on,
but then you can’t see as well.”
I almost couldn’t stifle my laughter. Jenny was obviously
having a good time.
When she lifted both tits in her hands, I shot a thick
stream of cum across the porch to begin one of the best solo
orgasms of my life.
“Is there an exercise I can do to keep these right where
they are, and not sag any further?” Danny’s cock was straining
the fabric of his shorts. Danny managed a shrug and Jenny sat,
again.
“Oh, Dan, I did that, didn’t I? I’m so sorry. I was
thinking about exercise and forgot that you are a red-blooded
teenager. Here, let me make it better for you.” With that,
Jenny pulled Danny’s shorts down over his hips and cock. He
stood absolutely still as they fell to his ankles. I felt more
than a little twinge of jealously as I saw that his cock was
obviously longer, thicker and straighter than mine.
Jenny reached for him, pulling him a step closer with her
hands on his ass. She kissed the pink head of his cock and then
licked the underside. She opened her mouth to accept his cock,
sucking and slurping it in and out. In less than a minute, Danny
began to pant and jerk his hips.
Another man’s cock was shooting cum into my wife’s hot mouth
and I had another raging hard-on!
Jenny swallowed everything and licked Danny’s penis clean
before she released him. His cock was still semi-rigid as he sat
down on the grass.
Jenny smiled down at him, “You taste wonderful.” Danny’s
penis jerked a little in response. “You’ve made me very hot,
Dear.” It jerked again. “I think I need more of you.” And that
was it; Danny was hard again, and I cursed his youth.
Jenny stood long enough to untie her bikini bottom, and push
Danny onto his back. I had the perfect angle to watch his cock
penetrate my wife’s pink, wet cunt, as she lowered herself onto
it. I didn’t know if Danny was a virgin, but even if he wasn’t,
I was certain that Jenny was giving him the best fuck of his
young life. She rode his cock, placing his hands on her bouncing
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Archive for January, 2008
Intimate Sharing
Thursday, January 31st, 2008I Spy
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008 This is a factual account of how I caught my wife of seven years
screwing other men. I have changed the names of all parties for
obvious reasons but otherwise the events below are true.
At the time of this story my Dena was 29 years old, about 5′ 5″
with stylish blond hair. She’s trim and without doubt her face and
ass are her best assets. She is a former state beauty pageant
winner and her features are smooth and defined, like her
personality. She’s a knock out in a bikini and enjoys the attention
she gets form other men.
We had heard of men who encourage and enjoy watching their spouse
have sex with other men. We were fascinated and aroused by reading
such stories in magazines about swinging and mate sharing and I
often fantasized about seeing my wife screw another man. Dena and
I had talked about a threesome but I never really thought it would
happen. That was until four years ago.
Shortly after accepting a new sales position that required
extensive travel I began to suspect Dena of having an affair. The
idea of her falling in love with another man didn’t enter into my
thoughts but I was convinced that she was seeing someone. I
secretly hoped my suspicions were true and often made excuses that
I had to stay out of town overnight when it wasn’t really required.
Many times I would lay awake fantasizing about Dena with another
man as I lay alone in my motel room. I imagined her rushing off to
meet her lover as soon as our nightly phone conversation ended. On
several occasions I waited ten or fifteen minutes and called home
again only to hear up to five minutes of unanswered ringing. I
would do this every half hour or so until around one or two in the
morning she would answer the phone. I always hung up without saying
anything. I never told Dena that I had called back and she never
said anything about going out anywhere.
This behavior continued for about two or three weeks and just when
I had made plans to try and catch her she started answering each
time I called home. Dena began to complain that someone was calling
and hanging up the phone when she answered so I waited much longer
between calls.
I became disappointed because now it seemed that my suspicions were
unfounded or the affair had ended. I began fantasizing about ways
of having her seduced when another set of events began occurring.
I was at our local club having a drink at the bar when a neighbor
I knew only slightly came in and took the stool next to mine. Our
conversation was casual but he asked a question that caused me to
rethink my doubts about Dena and a possible affair.
During our conversation our neighbor asked how I liked my new car.
At first I thought he was talking about my new company car which is
a Buick. I told him that I really liked the car and that I was very
satisfied with the gas milage. It wasn’t until he said how he too
would like to have such a car but that he certainly couldn’t afford
anything so expensive. I knew a Buick was well within his means so
he A) Had me confused with someone else. Or B) Someone driving an
expensive automobile was visiting my house.
Without acting surprised I told my neighbor that I had gotten a
very good deal and that it really hadn’t cost as much as he might
think. This seemed to satisfy him and our conversation moved to
other subjects, although I’m not sure what we talked about because
I was thinking about the strange automobile parking in my drive. I
revived my plans to see if Dena was having an affair.
The following Monday I told Dena that my duties would require me to
be out of town until Friday night. As always she seemed
disappointed but accepted that it had to be. I on the other hand
imagined that she was already preparing to invite her lover into
our bed.
I drove to a local hotel and checked in for four nights. I parked
my car in the hotel’s indoor lot so it couldn’t be easily seen. I
then called Avis and rented a completely different car making sure
it was of a completely different color.
I made the necessary business phone calls from my hotel room but
remained in the room and out of view until darkness. Around 7pm I
called home as I had always done when away. After my brief
conversation with Dena I called room service for dinner and watched
TV. By 9pm I had waited as long as I could.
Driving the rental car past my house I was mildly disappointed to
see only the normal house lights and only Dena’s car in our drive.
I drove around town until I made another pass by our house around
9:30pm. Even more disappointment when I saw only Dena’s car in our
drive. I continued to drive around until I made a third pass by the
house around 9:45pm. Nothing had changed and I was now really
disappointed. I wanted to catch my wife with another man but it
seemed it wouldn’t happen tonight.
I had driven about half way down one of the two main entrance roads
leading to our subdivision when a 530 Mersadies sports car passed
going in the direction of my house. I quickly took the next turn
and turned my car around. The Mersadies tail lights were still
visible and about a quarter of a mile ahead. I closed the distance
between us slightly but made sure to remain well back.
My heart was racing and I was wondering. Was this the car my
neighbor had been talking about? The Merrsadies made a left turn
onto the street our house was on. This had to be the car that had
been parking in my drive I thought. “Please be the car.” I said
aloud to myself. I passed the street leading to my house knowing
that I could see our drive clearly only a few hundred yards ahead.
As I slowed and looked in the direction of my house I saw the
Mersadies head lights as it pulled into my drive. I almost shouted
knowing this had to be my wife’s lover. I turned my car into the
street that ran behind our house. Knowing the house directly behind
ours was vacant I pulled into the drive and killed the lights.
I waited a few minutes then got out of the rental and keeping to
the shadows I slowly jogged into my back yard. Remaining in the
shadows I approached the side of my house and made my way to the
den window. I knew there was little chance that I would be seen but
I had worn dark clothing and was being a quite as possible as I
looked into the window.
There on my sofa sat a man of about 45 years I had never seen. He
was certainly well dressed and clean looking. “So this was Dena’s
lover and I approve.” I thought to myself. Then found myself
wondering how large his cock was and did Dena give this man head as
she had often done for me. If she did give him head did she allow
him to cum in her mouth or did they only fuck straight? Did they
use protection? I hoped they didn’t. For some reason I hoped he
would cum inside Dena.
Dena entered the den carrying drinks. She handed her friend a glass
and sat down beside him. Before taking a drink both my wife and her
friend placed their drinks on the sofa table and locked themselves
in a very passionate embrace. As the kissed I noticed this man was
unbuttoning Dena’s blouse. Dena’s hand was on his crotch and I knew
she was massaging his cock and balls. “I hope he’s hung like a
horse.” I thought.
My own cock was rock hard as I watched the couple before me undress
each other. When the gentleman stood Dena unbuckled his belt. She
unzipped his trousers and tugged them down. As this man stood
before my wife his trousers fell around his ankles as Dena pulled
his jockey shorts down.
I couldn’t see the man’s cock because he was quarter turned away
from me but I could clearly see Dena had his cock in her mouth.
Dena’s hands were slowly stroking this man’s ass and upper legs as
she took him into her mouth. This continued for about a minute when
Dena’s lover turned to sit down on the sofa.
Dena released her mouth hold on his cock and as the man sat down
she got on her knees before him. Clearly she planned to continue
sucking his cock. It was at this time that I saw the man’s cock for
the first time. It was much larger than my seven and one half
inches. I would guess at least 10 or 11 inches in length and very
thick. It was so thick that the head of his cock seemed small.
Almost as if it belonged to a 7 inch cock but was attached to this
massive sausage.
Dena took this stranger’s cock in both hands and began jacking it
as she took as much as she could in her mouth. To me Dena looked
beautiful as she knelt before the man sucking his monster tool. I
was slowly massaging my own cock through my trousers as I hoped
they would continue until he shot his load in Dena’s mouth.
Within a few minutes I had my wish. The man laid his head back and
closed his eyes. I knew he was about to cum and so did Dena. She
was jacking his cock faster now and sucking him as deep as she
could. The man stiffened and Dena slowed her hand and head motion.
I knew he was shooting his load into my wife’s mouth and she
appeared to love it. “Please swallow his cum.” I was thinking as I
shot my own load into my shorts.
Dena did as I had hoped because when the man had finished climaxing
she got up to sit beside him. She said something to him and they
both laughed and took a sip of their drinks. There was no trace of
cum on Dena’s face so I knew she had done as I had hoped and had
swallowed his load. I hoped his cum had been thick and plentiful
but I had no way of knowing.
Dena and her lover sat on the sofa talking, kissing and fondling
each other until I saw the man’s cock begin to come alive again.
Dena bent over a sucked his cock until it was fully erect again
then she stood up. Although her blouse and bra had been removed
earlier she now let her skirt fall to the floor and removed her
bikini panties.
The man pulled my wife to him and began to eat her pussy as she
stood wide legged before him. I sure he couldn’t get to her pussy
very well and he said something to her. Dena laid back on the sofa
and with one foot on the floor and one on the back of the sofa she
offered herself to her lover.
I watched as the man began to eat my wife and slowly jack his own
cock. Since my cock had remained hard the entire time I unzipped my
trousers, now very wet from the load I had shot earlier. Taking my
cock out I began to jack off as I watched the scene before me.
The man continued to eat Dena pussy until I could tell she was
about to cum. He then made his way on top of her and I could
clearly see his cock as it entered Dena’s now very wet pussy. At
first he pushed only the head and perhaps two inches in. Dena’s ass
was moving up to him, urging him deeper into her. The man was
fucking her with only a few inches of his cock when he suddenly
plunged his entire cock into my wife. His balls, again much larger
than mine, slapped against Dena’s ass as he began to fuck her
harder.
Even above the air-conditioning and through closed windows I could
hear Dena. “Oh God! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God Fuck
me!” I felt my balls tighten and my own cum began to shoot as I
watched the couple before me. It was truly beautiful watching my
wife enjoy being power fucked by this stranger. I wanted them to
continue but the man’s body stiffened and he pushed himself as deep
as he could into Dena. I knew he was depositing another load in
places much deeper that I ever had.
It was clear that Dena was enjoying being fucked by this man
because she was having one orgasism after the other. I saw their
combined juices, thick and white, on the shaft of the man’s cock as
he fucked in-an-out. It was slowly running out of Dena’s pussy and
down her ass. So that’s what those stains were on the sofa. I
continued to jack myself as the lovers continued to fuck each other
on the sofa.
I must have jacked myself as they fucked for five minutes or more
when the man’s body stiffened again. Plunging himself deep into
Dena’s pussy he began to shoot another hot load of his semen. I too
shot another load and gave a silent prayer of thanks for allowing
me to witness my wife being so thoroughly fucked.
My Cock-crazy Wife
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall – a tiny lady.
She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy, young woman.
She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits
imaginable on such a petite frame. They don’t sag and look
positively mouthwatering without a bra. I love Susan very much
and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first
caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D’s on such a tiny girl.
We’ve been married a little over five years, and have had a
great marriage – until now.
Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely
different from Susan. Linda is tall and skinny (not thin -
skinny), probably 5′10″ or 5′11″, with no ass or tits. Anyway,
Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we
hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas
cards and photos, and the sisters called each other, but that was
it, until last month.
I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX
machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called
Susan right away, and suggested she join me so she could visit
her sister.
Susan wanted to surprise Linda, so we didn’t announce our
arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to
the front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer.
Susan suggested we look around back, in case Linda was in
the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence
around the pool area, we heard voices. Both Susan and I pushed
our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood
slats.
I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was
face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in
the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her
cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man – and it
wasn’t just long, it was thick, too.
And that’s when all my troubles began!
Watching Susan’s reaction to the sight before us, I could
see that she was completely turned-on.
A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my
normal six-inch cock was perfect, and that even it stretched her
tight cunt at times. I’m sure she had never even imagined a cock
the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more
than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was bigger
than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional stars.
I felt major male insecurities at that moment.
I saw that this wasn’t the right time to disturb Linda and
her friend, and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned
to the rental car and waited about an hour. Later, when Linda
opened the door, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion
and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda.
At 21 years old, Jason was 20 years Linda’s junior, and was
almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle-
beefy, tanned, and blonde – the perfect California stud. Over
dinner, we found out that Jason had been Linda’s pool maintenance
boy before he moved in with her.
Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so
after dinner, we collected our things from the hotel and drove
back out to Linda’s house. There was a note on our bed asking us
to join them out at the pool.
It was a beautiful night, and the pool area was beautifully
lit. Linda was on a chaise, her skinny body wrapped in two thin
strips of red cloth passing for a bikini. Jason was in long
white swim trunks, and the long, thick outline of his soft cock
was clearly visible, and not missed by Susan’s blatant stare.
We had had drinks before dinner and almost finished three
bottles of wine with dinner, and now, Jason was keeping our
glasses filled with some sweet, tropical concoction, and we were
not feeling any pain. Susan, giggling the whole time, told Linda
what we had seen through the fence when we had arrived that
afternoon.
Linda went on to tell us that the first time Jason screwed
her, it had been fast and furious, and she hadn’t seen how big
his cock was until it was all over. She laughed loudly and said,
“I couldn’t believe I had really taken in all that pink meat, but
I had, and I wanted it again! They say it ain’t the meat but the
motion, little Susie, but don’t believe them!”
Then she stood and said that we were all family and didn’t
need suits in her pool. She dropped the two pieces of her suit
and jumped into the pool.
Jason stood close to our chairs and slowly dropped his
shorts. Susan was all eyes as Jason hesitated and give her a
good look at his merchandise, and then he jumped into the pool.
I could hear Susan’s raspy breathing as she looked at me and
asked, “Well, Mike, should we?”
I didn’t know what to say. Skinny-dipping was something
sexy that we had never tried, but I was beginning to feel
uncomfortable with the sexual tension obviously growing between
Jason and my wife.
Just then, Susan stood up, peeled her modest one-piece
bathing suit off, and dove into the water.
She was barely wet when Jason swam right over to her and put
his arms around her from behind and filled his hands with my
wife’s tits!
Susan’s hands disappeared below the water and I watched as
Jason’s smile got even bigger.
“He’s crazy over little Susie’s big tits,” said Linda as she
sat down on the chaise with me. “It’s the only thing he’s talked
about since you got here. And if you ask me, she’s crazy for his
big cock.”
I stared in disbelief as Susan turned to face Jason and
kissed him passionately. “This can’t be happening,” I said.
“We’ve never fooled around before.”
“Relax, Mike, what’s a harmless little fling? Especially
when you’re watching? You’re in Southern California, now. Don’t
spoil little Susie’s fun!”
That didn’t help matters as I watched Susan and Jason climb
out of the pool and lay on a towel. Susan had the head of
Jason’s monstrous, erect cock in her mouth, sucking it with all
her might, as Jason noisily slurped at my wife’s cunt.
Then I felt a hand on my cock. It was Linda and I was
surprised to notice that my dick was as hard as a rock. She bent
over and sucked me into her mouth as I continued to watch my
wife’s slutty performance.
After a few more minutes of sixty-nining, Jason got up and
collected cushions off the lawn furniture, which he threw on the
deck and then rolled Susan onto her back on them. He then knelt
right up against my wife’s ass and pulled and hoisted her
buttocks up into the air, sliding the cushions around, under her.
I knew what was coming next, and as much as I wanted to stop
it, I couldn’t. And it wasn’t the so-so blow job that Linda was
giving me that held me back. I didn’t want to cause a scene,
and, most of all, I was afraid Susan wouldn’t stop if I asked her
to.
By now, Susan’s legs were wide-spread and Jason was in
position, with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my
wife’s obviously wet cunt.
Linda looked up from my prick and said, “He measures just
over fourteen inches long and just over seven inches around.
Magnificent, isn’t it? Don’t worry about little Susie, he’s good
at what he does, and I’m betting he can bury it to his balls!”
I gasped for my wife, watching Jason slowly work his giant
rod into her stretched-open pussy. Susan was moaning and
grunting, pounding on Jason’s back with her tiny hands.
Steady, steady, Jason kept up his invasion of her tiny cunt.
I was waiting for Susan to yell “stop!” or scream in pain,
but she didn’t. Sooner than I thought possible, it looked like
Jason had his entire length buried in my wife. She had taken it
all!
They laid still together, for a few minutes, then after a
few more moments of slow thrusting, Jason began to pound that big
dick in and out of my wife’s cunt with all of his energy. He
lifted his hips away, until he was almost out, and then slammed
back down into her. I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as
it succumbed to Jason’s onslaught.
Then, his tempo and power increased even more and Susan went
completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion,
scraping his back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between
her legs. She was fucking him like some animal locked in mortal
combat.
And, then, they started to come. It wasn’t slow or gentle.
It was an explosion! Susan came with a scream and almost-pained
moans and gasps. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs
around Jason. Finally, with a deep grunt, Jason tightened his
asscheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into my wife’s
cunt.
I filled Linda’s mouth with my cum as I watched Jason fill
my wife’s pussy with his.
They laid together a few moments, catching their breathe,
and then Jason began sliding his cock out of Susan’s cunt.
“No!” she whimpered.
He removed his dick and Susan’s cunt lips slowly closed. I
watched a huge wad of Jason’s slimy cum flow out of her pussy and
run down between her ass cheeks to the cushions below her.
Linda stood over my wife and laughed, “He’s something, isn’t
he, little sister?”
“I…I never…ohh…” Susan gasped in a soft voice.
“Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you will
think you’ve died and gone to heaven. How about us girls switch
bedrooms for the night? Mike? Is that alright with you?”
I wanted to yell “No! Of course it’s not alright!” but I
didn’t. Something in Susan’s eyes, the way they were almost
pleading with me, stopped me from saying what I wanted to say.
Instead, I nodded a small nod, “Hey! It’s Southern California,
right?”
“That’s right, Mike,” said Linda, “I don’t have to ask Jason
if he wants to switch. The way he’s looking at your big tits,
little Susie, I know you’re in for a long night!”
And she was. Linda fell asleep soon after I finished
fucking her bony frame, but I laid awake in the bed listening to
Jason and my wife having the time of their lives. They moaned
and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, time
after time after time. The only actual words I heard all night
was Susan pleading with Jason, “Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not
there! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! Shove it all the way in,
you bastard!”
It was disgusting, but it was only just beginning.
On Monday, I had to begin my sales calls for the week and
Linda had to open her office, and that left Jason and Susan home
alone to frolic at the pool, all day, every day.
And frolic they did. I would come home to find them fucking
or sucking or sleeping by the pool, Susan’s nude body covered
with love bite marks and dried cum.
On Tuesday, I bent to kiss Susan. She woke up and smiled at
me and said, “Today, Jason fisted me! We’re going to have to try
that when we get home!”
“Sure,” I said, wondering if Jason was stretching my wife’s
cunt beyond recovery.
Saturday finally arrived and Susan put clothes on for the
first time all week. As I put our luggage in the trunk and
thanked Linda, Susan was in the foyer, her skirt up at her waist
and leaning on the stairs, taking Jason’s monster up her cunt one
more time for a good-bye fuck.
Susan slept all the way home on the plane. Finally home and
in bed together, Susan kissed me deeply.
“Thank you for this week, Mike.”
“You seemed happy. What was I going to say?”
“You could have said `no.’”
“Would it have stopped you, Susan?”
“I don’t know. I’m just grateful you didn’t say it.”
“He was good.” It was a statement.
“Mike, I don’t know how to tell you this without hurting
you, but this last week was the best sex of my life. I have
never been fucked like that before, and now I’m worried I’ll
never be fucked like that, again.”
“We could try.”
Thirty minutes later we rolled apart. I knew Susan had had
several orgasms, but I also knew something else.
“It wasn’t the same, was it, Susan?”
“Maybe it was just too soon. Or, maybe-”
“Or maybe it will never be the same, with me, Susan. You
loved his big cock.”
A tear squeezed out of her eye and she bit her lip as she
nodded a tight, quick nod. “But, I love you, Mike!”
“I know, Susan.”
The next morning, I awoke with an idea. “I guess we can
invite your sister and Jason in for a visit, Susan.”
“Sure, but Linda said she’s never been busier, and never
takes any time off.”
“Do you have any ideas?”
“Well…I’ve been thinking. Maybe there’s a man on this
side of the country that would like to fool around.”
Maybe you’ve seen Susan’s ad in the free paper’s
classifieds. It’s been very successful, and has provided a
steady stream of well-endowed men knocking on our door and
fucking my wife senseless.
Wanted: A REAL man. Beautiful, petite, young
woman is searching for the man with the
biggest “club.” Are you that rare man who
measures up? Anything less than 10″ by 6″
doesn’t. The applicant MUST pass the minimum
entrance requirements, but it’s worth it.
BOX FPL0927
Susan keeps very detailed and complete records. She has yet
to find a stud to measure up to Jason, but she keeps looking.
I keep telling myself that it’s just a phase, it’s just a
phase, just a phase…
Traffic Jammin Another Hot Wife Tale
Monday, January 28th, 2008
Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!
I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My
relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get
out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still
keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had
to pick up the girls at my mother’s and stop and get something
for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still
didn’t work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade,
anyway!
I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was
slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved.
Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there
was a very large accident somewhere ahead.
With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began
to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple
of the little red pills I took to help me through the double
shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the
girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why
Frank couldn’t ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in
the shower…
…all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to
realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I
had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!
It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight,
the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and
complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off
the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen,
down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section,
down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts.
I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble
swallowing.
“Like to take a picture, pretty lady?”
My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest’s
face. He was young, late high school, early college at the
oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with
several other snickering boys — the truck had some landscaper’s
name on the door.
The face on top of that chest was beautiful.
His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead
with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit.
Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin,
2-day beard. This boy-man was any female’s erotic daydream.
Traffic started to move!
I panicked! I didn’t want to loose this kid! I wasn’t
ready to stop looking at him, yet!
What was happening to me? I had never felt like this,
before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end.
I had never done anything like this in my life! I had never
cheated on Frank in our entire married life, and I really wasn’t
thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that chest
and that face. I wanted to feel him!
My car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again.
“I want more than a picture,” I said, “can I give you a
ride?”
Over the “woofs” and “ooo’s” of the other boys, the face
smiled and blushed, “Thanks, I have a ride. I don’t need one.”
“Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?”
At the same time I was saying it, I couldn’t believe I was SAYING
it!
Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.
“Hurry!” I shouted through the open window.
To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped
out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back
between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into
the passenger seat, smiling.
He looked at me, in my whites, “A nurse, huh? My name is
Doug.”
I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the
right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway
at the next exit.
It was that easy? Are all men that easy?
Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains
and a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn’t have to think
twice about my choice. I filled out the registration, broke the
hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key
the old man threw on the counter.
The room was three doors down from the office, and I was
turning the air-conditioner up to “HIGH” by the time Doug walked
into the room.
“I better shower,” he said.
“No.”
“But I’m dirty and sweaty. I’ve been working outside all
day.”
I was unzipping my uniform, “No, I want you just like you
are, right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!”
He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my
uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra
and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread
off the bed and sat watching Doug.
He saw me watching and made a little production out of
dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white
skin shone in the dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and
down.
“Great tits. You sure are sexy,” he started, “what’s…”
“Don’t talk, Doug. I didn’t bring you here to talk.”
He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread
legs.
“Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!”
And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged
around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick
maneuver with my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.
He was fucking me!
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around
his thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on
his skin. He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.
I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on
his back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my
tits, roughly cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled
my hands back on his thighs, pumping him in and out of my pussy.
He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!
I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and
he opened his eyes. “Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about
you?”
“Not yet. Don’t move.”
I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face
over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His
sweat smell was strong.
Then I did something I had never done, before — I leaned
forward and sucked a wet cock into my mouth. His cum taste was
strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn’t care. I licked
the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at the
end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger searched for
his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden in
my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass. In a moment, he was
hard enough.
I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress,
wiggling my ass at his face, “Here! Fuck me!”
He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no
finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument — he was
perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and
cumming like a three-dollar whore.
Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into
me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one
steady come, hitting heights ever few minutes. When he come, he
collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my
shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing hard.
“God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get
fucked, didn’t you?”
I managed a nod.
He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed
and tying my shoes when he came out.
“Are we done? Where are you going? I don’t even know your
name!”
“I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You
were great, and just what I needed. Thanks.”
“Well, wait up. I need a ride home!”
I put three twenties on the bureau. “You can have the room
till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here’s some cash. Watch a
dirty movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me.
I have to get going.”
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, “You crazy bitch!”
I pulled up in front of my mother’s house and beeped the
horn. My daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at
their Granny as I pulled away.
Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, “Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess”
Krissy concurred from the back seat, “Yeah, your hair looks
terrible.”
I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald’s
Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out
of his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on
the cheeks.
“Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day.”
“Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my
hair was a mess. They just don’t appreciate the effort I went
to, to get it looking this way!”
He tousled it with his hand, “I noticed, but I thought it
looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?”
I smiled at him, “Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess.
I won’t soon forget today’s traffic jam. This one guy was really
zipping in and out, then he got behind me, and he just wouldn’t
get off my ass.”
Frank patted my shoulder, “I know, Julie, there are some
real fucking assholes out there.”
“You can say that again, Honey.”
Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won’t!
Hotel
Sunday, January 27th, 2008 I was getting tired of driving. We had started early in the morning
and it was now getting dark out. Bob and Jan were in the back asleep
and Anita was conked out against the window. I was getting punch drunk
at the wheel and decided it was time to call it quits. I turned to the
back seat and woke Bob and said, “Bob, I am bushed would you mind if
you spelled me? The motel is just an hour away.”
“Sure no problem, pull over.” Bob replied.
I pulled slowly to the side of the road pulled the car to a
gentle stop. I didn’t want to wake our sleeping wives. Bob eased Jan’s
head off his lap and inserted a pillow. I opened the car door and we
did a Chinese fire drill and he took the wheel.
It was a good thing that the front seat was power. He eased the
seat forward and Anita didn’t even budge. He eased the car out onto the
freeway and picked up speed. I took a pillow out of the back and
arranged it against the window and settled in for a little nap.
My dream had something to do with cannibals, and I awoke with a
start.
Bob was just passing the state line and the moon was passing
behind some clouds. I started into my shirt pocket for a cigarette,
when I felt a hand inch its way up my leg. I looked over to Jan. Her
eyes were closed but there was a smile on her face. The hand continued
up until it rested squarely on my cock. It started to rise in my
pants and when it was about half staff Jan started to gently stroke
it.
I pushed the hand away, thinking that she didn’t know it was me.
Her finger went to her lips she made a sign for me to be quiet, opened
her eyes briefly and winked.
Her eyes closed again, and I pulled the blanket up to my chin and
resumed my sleeping posture.
The hand crept up my legs and started stroking my cock through my
pants. I eased my arm over and rested my hands on her breast, I could
feel her nipples already erect. She must have been having a great
dream.
I closed my eyes and her actions under the blanket became more
urgent.
I took my hand from her breast and eased my fly down. I glanced up
to Bob to see if he was aware of anything out of the ordinary. He
seemed engrosed in the road and absorbed in the music on the radio, so
I breathed a little sigh of relief and closed my eyes again.
As soon as I had the zipper all the way down a thrill went thru
me as Jan released my rod from its confining underwear and stroked it.
She scooted close, and her hand was replaced with a warm set of lips.
She licked little circles around the purple head and in one gulp
swallowed my cock.
I was trying to keep my breathing even and not make any noise as
I eased my hand down her belly. Her legs parted slightly and I rubbed
her damp pants over her pussy.
I began a steady massage as she fastened her lips at the ridge of
my cock-head and stroked with her fingers the shaft insistantly.
I couldn’t help myself, and quickly came to an orgasm and popped
off in her mouth.
The music covered the sounds of her swallowing my come. I worked
frantically at her box through the jeans, but felt I was getting nowhere.
She kept up the sucking till I was totally limp, then she pushed
my hand from her snatch and mouthed “later.”
I couldn’t believe it, I had just had a blow job by the wife of
my best friend while he sat inches away. He must have heard something.
I checked the back of his head and saw no response, shrugged my
shoulders and settled back against the pillow and fell quickly to
sleep.
The motion of the car stopping in the motel awakened me. Jan made
no sign to me about what had happened as we checked in and took our
bags to the room.
I made an excuse to my wife about not being sleepy and went to
the game room of the motel to think over what had happened.
I was in the middle of my third game of Centipede when Jan walked
in all dewey eyed.
“Sorry about before,” she said, “But having your cock that close
to me just drove me wild. I have always wanted you but didn’t quite
know how to aproach you.”
“Well, it was quite enjoyable, if unexpected. I never suspected
you were that foxy.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” she said
with a gleam in her eye.
All I could think about was to get her somewhere out of the way.
I searched my mind and had decided on getting a room when she took my
hand and led me from the game room to the elevator.
I had an idea she wanted it in the elevator, so when the doors
closed I embraced her and kissed her deeply. She responded eagerly, but
broke away and pushed a button. As the elevator rose she engulfed me
in a wild pationate embrace as she explored my mouth with her tongue.
Before I could explore her body the elevator arrived. She unentangled
herself and walked away beckoning me with her finger.
In the alcove with the ice and pop machines was another door
marked “LAUNDRY”. She entered and I followed.
As soon as the door closed she went to her knees and started
tugging at my zipper. I couldn’t believe how brash she was. I helped
her along, and as soon as my cock cleared my pants she engulfed it in
her mouth.
Exhibiting wild abandon, she really gave my cock a workout. As it
grew in her mouth, she vacuumed it up and stroked it with her tongue. In
no time it was at full staff, she was having a hard time getting it
all in her mouth. I concentrated on the blow job ’till I felt the
pressure build under my balls.
I pushed her away and she came reluctantly. I pushed her against
the wall and raised her sweater and bra so I could get at her petite
tits. Her nipples were like marbles between my lips and teeth. I tried
to poke them in with my tounge but they were too firm. As I was
sucking away at her tits I worked at her pants. I eased them down to
her knees and tugged at her panties. In my haste I guess I pulled too
hard, they ripped and came away in my hand. I threw them in the
corner, and traced a line with my tongue between her tits, down her
belly and straight to her pussy.
I was greeted by drenched bush. I parted her cunt lips and dove
on her snatch with my tongue. I pulled the hood from over her
clitorous and tongue lashed directly on her love button. She responded
by rotating her hips, and succeeded in drenching my faces with her love
juices. I could stand it no longer. I stood up and dropped my pants. I
grabbed her by the buns, and lifted her onto my cock. She let out a
sigh as she slowly sank on my engorged tool. Damn, her snatch was
tight. You would never have know she had had two kids, she was as
tight as a teenager. I braced her against a washing machine and
pounded into her furiously. She came quickly in a great shuddering
orgasm that threatened to milk my cum before I was ready.
I paused just long enough to turn her over on the machine and
mount her from the rear. Her tight snatch met every thrust as I
pounded into her, her pubic bone rubbing the tender spot under the
head of my cock. The pressure in my balls was getting almost too much
to contain, so I pulled all but the head from her dripping snatch.
I fucked her with short jabs with just the head, holding her buns
so she could not back onto my cock. The pressure subsided and stopped
my motion for a bit. She was straining to have my whole manhood deep
in the folds of her flesh, and I released my grip on her ass. With one
great rush, she impaled herself on my member. I held her to me, loving
the way her wet snatch was pressing on my balls. She reached back and
started playing with them. I figured that it was now or never. I
started building my strokes until I was ramming my dick furiously into
her tight snatch. She started playing with her clit and shuddered in
another orgasm.
The contractions of her pussy put me over the edge. I burried my
cock and shot great streams of sperm deep into her cunt. I could feel
her cunt expand with each spurt and soon it was filled to overflowing
and cum ozzed out onto my balls. I layed down on top of her and
luxuriated in the feeling of my dick in her cum-filled pussy as she
contracted her cunt around my shrinking cock.
She wordlessly pushed me away and picked up her panties, and wiped my
juice from her satch. She then went down and licked the droplets from
my balls and limp organ. Standing, she gave me a deep kiss.
We dressed in silence and made our way to the elevator. I pushed
the button for our floor, kissed her one last time, and allowed
her to go to her room as I continued down to the bar.
I had to have a couple of drinks to convince me that it wasn’t
just a dream.
I sipped each one reliving that fantastic fuck.
Horny Bastards part5
Saturday, January 26th, 2008 cum oozing the walls of her cunt. Her body arching on my arms as I
raised her body towards me. I released her bound and she collapsed on
my shoulders. Wrapped around each other, we rocked on the bed, until we
slowly slid down on the sheets and cradled each other to sleep.
I awoke, feeling Melissa’s arms around me. She was circling her
fingers around my chest. She was watching me…emotionless.
“I…I’m sorry…” I said confused, feeling guilty. I needed
to say something.
“Don’t be…” she replied. “We both needed each other…”
“It happened because we both wanted it to happen.”
We were both quiet. I stared at the dark ceiling, and she
stared at me…
“I have to leave tomorrow…” I said suddenly. “I cannot
stay here.”
“Where will you go?” she asked concerned.
“I’ve decided to go to Florida for awhile and stay with
my cousin.”
She was speechless…
“Stay with me longer…” she whispered.
I didn’t answer. I held her head to my chest and pulled her
body close. I started to comb my fingers through her hair…
“I have to go…” I whispered. “Frank will be back soon…”
Mellisa was sad to see me go. I told her I would be
staying with my cousin in Florida for a few months. I needed to get
away. Our night of passion was something we’ll always remember. I
suppose it was meant to happen. All these years we’ve been friends, we
tried to deny ourselves that we are ‘physically attracted’ to each other.
I guess we were only afraid to jeopardize our friendship. I’ve never
really imagined how it could be possible for friends to make-love, and
still be friends after? I’ve always wondered if it was possible to
satisfy sexual needs through friends who seek of the same. Sort of a
“get-it when need-it” thing, with no strings, since both parties seek
only physical release. I guess, we were one of the few….
I could remember the times when we were a freshman in college.
I was 18, and she was 17 turning 18. I would visit her in the dorm
because I was bored. Her roommate would usually be out, and we would
spend hours talking in her dimly lit room. She would only be wearing a
Large shirt, her hard nipples etched underneath the shirt. She would sit
on her small bed while I sat on the floor facing her — with my arms
resting on the sheets. We would watch TV and comment on how actors have
sex. Sometimes, when the movie gets hot and steamy, we would catch each
other looking. We laughed at the thought. Usually, to snap ourselves out,
we would joke about each other; saying things like:
“Not with those lil’ tits I won’t” (ha ha)
“Not with that lil’ prick I won’t either.” (ha ha)
One summer afternoon I came over to her dorm. The minute I
saw her, I was stunned. I remember her wearing this tight red tank-top
that hugged her figure very well. Her tits hung beautifully, and as
usual, she didn’t wear any bra. I was speechless…
“How do you like my tank top?” she asked pulling the shirt
down her waste, exposing the exquisite curves of her breasts. “I just
bought it today…”
“I…uh…duh…I like it!” I said mumbling.
“GAGO! (Mental)” she said in Filipino with her american
accent. “I know what you’re thinking…”
“You do?” I said innocently.
“Uh-hum” she grinned.
“What is it? ” I dared. “What am I thinking?”
“YOU CAN’T have what you’re thinking. HA!” she laughed.
“SIRA! (Crazy)” I told her in ‘TAGALOG’.
Melissa rarely spoke ‘TAGALOG’ (her mom’s native language).
Her mom spoke to her in english most of the time, probably because her
father was caucasian. I encouraged her to speak. In a way, I get to
practice my ‘TAGALOG’.
I spent the whole day in her dorm. We talked about everything.
We talked about dates, guys, girls, people we hate, and people we love.
But everytime, we always end-up talking about sex. I suppose there is
something about it that intrigues both of us…Her roommate was out,
and I was thankful because she’s such a BITCH. We sat on the floor,in
the living room talking, and that evening while we were on the topic of
guys, hormones, and sex drive, I was complaining a lot about the heat.
“Geesus…It’s hot. Isn’t it hot? It’s hot.” I complained.
“Gosh! Why don’t you just take your shirt off…” She suggested.
“You don’t mind?” I asked.
“No, It’s OK…”
As soon as I took off my shirt, she jumped up and screamed,
“Oh my God! You have hairs around your nipples?!” she asked
curiously. “…and what’s this? You have a few on your chest.” she
asked surprised poking my nipples with her forefinger.
“Don’t…” I said. “Stop pulling the hairs…I’m saving them. OK?”
She was grinning a stupid grin.
“Can I touch them?” she asked acting coy.
“HUH? Well…Go ahead.”
She rubbed around my nipples feeling the hairs. *FUCK* I thought
to myself. She noticed the hairs trailing down my shorts from my stomach.
She seemed so curious…She started to feel the hairs on my stomach…
“Why do guys get hairy?” she asked still trailing her fingers.
“We just are…HORMONES…and you’re rubbing my trail.” I said
with a smile. I felt my blood pressure rising, among other things.
“What?…You’re trail?” she asked confused.
“Yeah…that’s what’s called a TREASURE TRAIL.” I said smirking.
“The TRAIL leads to my TREASURE…” She pushed me away laughing.
We laughed and laughed about it.
Later on, we still kept talking about SEX. We got into a heated
debate about masturbation. It was really stupid, but she was not about
to give-up…
“Guys masturbate all the time! We women never do that.” she
pointed-out. “When we want it, we get it.”
“What are you talking about? Women do it too.” I explained. “Why
do you think they made vibrators in the first place?”
“Women didn’t invent vibrators, MEN did.” she retorted.
“Well…if women weren’t so picky about the kind of pricks they
want, they’d get it more often, also if WOMEN didn’t force MEN to stick
their dicks in other holes where it’s not suppose to be, MEN would not
have to invent a vibrating DILDO in the first place!” I said laughing.
Ha Ha Ha…Ha Ha Ha…
“You’re GROSS…Ha ha ha…”she said laughing.
A few minutes later, we settled down with a grin on our face.
“Can I ask you something?” Melissa said feeling hesitant.
“Do YOU…masturbate?”
“What?” I said surprised. “You really want me to answer that?”
“Yeah!…You don’t have to, you know.” she assured.
“Well…uh…ofcourse. All guys do…” I said embrassed and
somewhat guilty.
“Why?”
“…uh…sometimes guys get horny…and we need some release, if
we don’t, we get irritable.” I said, somehow feeling my stomach churn.
*Where is this going?*
“What makes you guys horny?” she asked innocently.
“Lots of things…”
“Like what?”
“Sometimes, we get horny by what we see. Or sometimes by someone’s
touch.”
“Oh?….hmmm” she said. I saw her eyes light up, reavealing a
devious idea. She moved closer to where I sat and slowly said….
“Does this make you horny?” She asked stretching her tank top all
the way down her waist, tracing her breasts underneath the material.
I nodded my head.
“Does this make you horny?” she asked again softly, rubbing her
hand on my bare chest, circling her fingers around my nipples.
I nodded my head. *Don’t* I wanted her to stop, but I didn’t.
I felt a tingle in my groin, something is happening.
She stared at my body and trailed her fingers down my belly
button. She ran her fingers up and down my body…
We were silent for a few seconds…
“I haven’t seen a guy…masturbate before.” she finally said
breaking the silence.
I was feeling VERY VERY HORNY. She probably was too.
“W…would you like me to show you?” I said uneasy.
* SILENCE… *
“Yes.” she replied. Then I said, “Put your hand on my crotch.”
She placed her right hand on my crotch. Her touch made my dick
sensitive. Her hand throbbed with my dick as it started to harden from
inside my jeans. She had a look of curiousity on her face.
“Should I go on?” I asked whispering under my breath.
She nodded watching me intently.
I carefully unzipped my fly and unbuttoned my jeans. I watched
her reaction to my every move. I was being careful, and still uneasy. Yet
I went on. I was very turned on at her interest.
I reached inside my Calvins, and took my rod out.
I noticed Melissa’s eyes widen, she caught me glancing at her.
She didn’t say anything, so I continued.
We sat facing each other on the carpet floor. I gripped my rod
and began to jerk it…Melissa watched me. Faster…Slower…I stroked
my dick methodically rubbing the head on occasion. I enjoyed watching
her watch me. Her curiousity intrigued me. Suddenly, almost instictively,
Melissa caressed my balls. She liked the feel of the hair underneath.
We did this for a couple of minutes, jerking and caressing…
“I want to see you cum…” she said from under her breath.
I stared at her.
I felt the tingles trail from my legs, and my groin started
to shiver. I jacked faster, eager to reach orgasm…
I started to gasp, and breathe heavily from inside my throat.
“What are you feeling?” she asked.
“I feel IT…uhhh” I murmurred. I jacked slower.
“Where do you feel it?”
“In my groin…hhh…in my legs…hhhh…inside.” I gasped.
“I could feel it rising inside…”
I saw Melissa bite her lower lip as she watched me climax.
Faster I jerked-off, and soon I began to tense…*uhhh..hhh…*
I felt my cum rise inside my balls and up my dick. *hhhh..hhhh* The
pre-cum dripped out, and I shot my cum violently, shot after shot of
white hot semen, showering my navel and spilling some on the carpet.
I felt I was choking, gasping for air.
Melissa watched in wonder as I breathed a sigh of relief. She
came closer reaching to touch the cum on my navel with her finger.
“…You’re cum is so white…it’s like milk…” she said
fingering the white fluid.
I quickly grabbed the kleenex and wiped myself clean. Still
breathing heavily, I tried to compose myself.
“I…I think I should go now.” I said hastily as I grabbed
my shirt and zipped up my pants. “You’re roommate would be back soon.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow…” I regaining my senses.
“I..I’m sorry Melissa” I said feeling embarassed and guilty.
* SILENCE *
“Don’t be…we both wanted it to happen.” she assured.
Somehow, those words brought me out of the memories. I never
had sex with Melissa, until that evening I had the fight with Joe and
I ended up at her house. That episode with Melissa happened only once,
and it never happened again. We pretended it never happened. I didn’t
expect another encounter to happen, and this time, we REALLY did it.
I said goodbye to Melissa, and I promised her I’ll let her know
when I get back from Florida. I knew she was sad, and I really wanted to
be with her. But I couldn’t do it. I cannot let myself take the place of
her husband. I know how much she REALLY loves him.
Horny Bastards part4
Friday, January 25th, 2008 I calmly took my pants and put it on. I said nothing.
Jeniffer hid from behind me and started to sob as Joe exploded.
“You mother FUCKIN’ PRICK!” he shouted rushing towards
me, pushing me aside hard and half throwing me across the room. He
grabbed Jen on the wrists and dragged her away from me flinging her
naked body on the floor near the bedroom. Jen screamed and cried and
ran into the bedroom.
I stood up from the floor and charged a rounded fist
on Joe’s face. I struck him hard, and he started to bleed. Joe was
larger than I, he pushed me away and swung a punch on my face. I fell
hard, my back crashing on the table near the couch. *ugh!* “FUCK YOU
JOE! FUCK-YOU!” I said trying to keep my balance. I crawled near a
chair in the dining area… “Why did you let me fuck her, man…”
“Why?” I asked painfuly leaning on the chair…Both our faces were
bleeding…
Joe glared at me intently, not knowing what to say.
“Get out…” he said.
I stood slowly from the chair and I stared back at Joe.
I said nothing.
Jeniffer stood by the bedroom door wearing a bathrobe
sobbing.
“Don’t ever come back…” he breathed heavily.
I walked past Joe and stopped short in front of Jeniffer.
I looked at Jeniffer deep in the eyes. Her beauty rustled with a bruise,
her hair messy. She looked back at me, tears flowing from her cheeks.
Joe went between us and dragged her to his side… I wanted to kill him.
But instead, I stared through him.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a silver coin
which Joe exchanged for me years back when we were in Las Vegas. Joe
has one also which came from me. I won two thousand dollars with that
silver coin, and I split it with him. Somehow, it became a symbol of
our friendship, and I’ve always carried it with me.
“You made me do it…” I said looking at him straight in
the eyes. “You made me…” I tossed the silver coin on the floor and
I left the room without another word.
I left the building quickly, not knowing what to do or
where to go. I could feel the soreness on my face, and the drying blood
on my lips. *Why didn’t Jeniffer go with me?* *What was she afraid of?*
*Did she love me too?* *FUCK* *I feel so betrayed by both of them* I
felt my friendship with Joe was wasted. Somehow I felt so guilty, yet
what can I do? *Why did you let me touch her Joe?…* *Why didn’t you
consider my feelings?* *I thought you were my friend.* *FUCK*
I walked down the street wandering and questioning myself so many times.
I got into my car and drove-off erratically. Somehow, I arrived at
my friend’s house. She was an old friend from my freshman year. She
dropped out because she decided to get married to this navy guy.
We still kept in touch all these years.
I went up to her door and knocked…I heard the latch and the door
opened…
“Oh god…” she mumbled.
“Hi Melissa…Can I come in?” I said in a raspy tone…
She pulled me inside, past her living room, into the kitchen.
Melissa took out some ice from the refrigerator. I watched her intently
as she crushed the ice and placed them in the ice pack. Melissa still
looks great after all these years. Her sweet asian face molded with
her father’s caucasian eyes and nose. Her body still slim and slender
beneath her evening gown. Melissa still looked pretty.
“What happened?” she asked walking towards me with the ice.
“I had a fight with Joe.” I said.
She placed the pack on my jaw and with her other hand wiped the
the blood off my lips…
“Where’s Frank?” I asked wondering.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s in Indonesia on a 6 month
sea duty.” “So what happened between you and Joe? You guys
are really good friends?”
“I’m really not ready to talk about it Melissa, I’m sorry,
I hope you understand.”
“Ofcourse I do…It’s OK.” she replied.
Melissa led me into the living room.
“Why don’t you rest here for awhile. I’ll be here.”
I sat on the couch, and soon my eyes started to close and I
drifted on to sleep. I dreamed I was in Las Vegas with Joe. We watched
the stage dancers strip off their clothes and fondle their breasts. We
were drunk and we were having a good time. I had a flash of that time
we exchanged our money for the silver dollar. “For friendship and good
luck” we said. We shook on it. We had a handshake that only us knows.
Suddenly, I had an image of Jeniffer making love to me, and from out
of nowhere a fist flew towards my face! I woke up shaken. I felt
Melissa’s hand combing through my hair pushing the strands away from
my eyes…
“It’s OK…I’m here.” she said softly.
I looked at Melissa in the eye’s and I could notice how hazel
they were. I leaned closer to her, and she moved closer to me. She
pressed her lips against mine, and we kissed deeply and passionately.
Melissa tugged on my shirt, and with our lips in heat, she led me in the
bedroom.
Melissa fell on her back onto the bed. I was on top of her and
I continued to kiss her. I probed my tongue into her mouth, while
she started to fondle my crotch. My body laid heavily on top of her
small frame. I gripped her shoulders commandingly, and I pressed my lips
hard against her mouth. My body started in motion, sliding up and
down her voluptuous body, rubbing my hardening cock between her legs.
Through my pants, I could feel her hands stroking…playing…stroking,
and methodically unbuttoning my jeans. I squeezed her shoulders harder
and I roughly pushed and slid her body up closer to the headboard.
There was a look of momentary shock in her eyes. The sudden roughness
turned her on even more. She invited me closer as she held my head
with both her hands and shoved my face between her legs. I squirmed
underneath her lingerie. I could smell her organ, and it was the scent
of freshly cut grass. I grasped her ankles and spread her legs apart.
With my tongue, I tasted her sweet lips, fondled her clit, and probed
every crevace between her legs. I felt her shiver and hold the headboard
tightly. Her legs almost kicking with pleasure. My hands roamed her
body. I caressed her breasts up and down from her nipples to her groin.
I reached under her lingerie, around her buttocks, up her back, until
I finally slid the silk off her shoulders. My head fell on her navel,
and as I looked up, I could see the firm breasts that marriage didn’t
abuse. Her pretty face peered down, watching my every move. I grabbed
the pillow next to me and I took the pillowcase off. I climbed on top
of her, and I started to remove my shirt, I felt her hands work on my
jeans revealing my hard cock. It stuck out of my jocks dripping with
pre-cum. I looked at her… emotionless. My face hard and somewhat
angry. I took the pillowcase and twisted it into a rope, and then took
her hands. She was quite resistant, yet she did not complain. She sighed.
I bound her tight against the headboard and moved closer to her face,
kicked-off my pants, and knelt on her– her face directly underneath
between my legs; her tits brushing against my thighs. My cock hung out
in front of her face. I guided my dick into her mouth forcing it open.
She took it, and I fucked her throat deep. *Uhhhh* *Mmmhhhhh* I leaned
my hands flat on the wall thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth.
I slammed my dick onto her face and she rolled her tongue from the bottom
of my balls and suckled the head. *Geesus* *Ugghh* She licked the tip
of my dick from inside her mouth, and she sucked it, swallowing it whole.
I fucked her face slow, careful, yet insistent.
With her hands bound, I reached down her hips and stretched her
body forward, higher towards the headboard. I released my dripping
cock from her mouth and maneuvered it between her legs. I pushed it
roughly inside and she gave out a cry of ecstacy. Feeling the wetness
inside her cunt, her muscles contracting, I started to pump in and out.
*Oh Godd* She held my face and clutched the strands of my hair, almost
painfully pulling. She rammed my head into her breasts, and I
started to nibble on her hard nipples…licking and sucking, smoothing
my tongue around and over her mounds. I kept pumping inside her, wanting
that sensual tingle to arise from my groin. Her pussy teased, and
squeezed, and contracted to every penetration. I started to pump harder,
and even harder that she started to moan. I could feel the tingles
rumbling inside. It was torturing my balls to realease my load.
“Harder…” she whispered from a gasp. “Harder…” “Harder….”*Uggghhh*
I pressed more…I could feel her cunt almost tearing and quivering.
I slid my dick in,out, around and deep…I could feel my self starting
to cum. I wanted her to cum too. Harder and harder I pushed, I gripped
her back, my arms around her. She raised her legs and wrapped them
around my waist pushing me deeper. I could feel my cock slamming onto
her cervix. It was ecstacy…My cum tingled inside my groin. I held her
body, reaching from her waist, twisting it towards me. I wanted to cum.
“Hhhhhh…hhhhh….Uhhhhh……” “Ohhhhhh…..” “Fuck me…hhhhhh”
“Fuck me…” I fucked, and fucked, and fucked, until finally I
stiffened, and my groin contracted, squeezing every cum from my balls
pushing my fluid out and spilling it inside her swelling cunt. My
cum simmered inside her, and she let out a moan. I could feel my own
…End of the part4. To be continued..
Horny Bastards part3
Thursday, January 24th, 2008 wasn’t supposed to be home until later in the evening, but it has
been a long day, and I decided to cut out of school early.
I wasn’t feeling so good. I haven’t spoken to Joe normally
for the past few days, and he didn’t seem to notice my pains. I
dragged my body up the stairs towards my apartment and sluggishly
opened the door with my key. Opening the door I searched for the
light switch, and in the midst of the shadows, I saw a figure move.
I turned the lights on. It was Jennifer…*FUCK* *What the hell…*
Jennifer lay seductively on the leather couch where Joe and I
gave her a FUCK. I could still vividly picture Joe on the other end
getting a wet blow while I penetrated Jen’s cunt from behind. Our
bodies slick with sweat and saliva. Our moans heavy, and our skin
hot. I remember our cum showering her face and her body, hot and
steaming with lust.
Jennifer sat up as I walked in the room closing the door behind
me. Both her legs lay flat on the couch, her back resting on the arm
at the end of the couch. She gently flung her red-brown hair to one
side of her head and started twitching the ends with her fingers…
“Jen…What are you doing here?” I asked softly.
She stared at me with a faint smile.
“I wanted to see you.” She whispered. The black string over
her shoulder which held her silky lingerie rolled off her
tan tropical skin.
“Where’s Joe…?” I asked concerned.
“He won’t be here…” She assured.
She stared at me intently with those sweet asian eyes, and
smiled that innocent girlish smile that always melted my heart. She
kept twisting her hair with her fingers, and its driving my insides
wild…
There was nothing else in my mind but her…
“Turn off the lights?…” She requested. “I have something
for you…” Almost hypnotized, I flipped the lights off. I could
only see her shapely figure in the silhouette of the fading afternoon.
I walked closer to her. She flung her head back swiftly letting
her hair down. I could smell the sweet fragrance of it as I approached
her.
In the darkness, I kneeled on the floor, by the edge of the
couch, facing the length of her body lying in front of me. I stared
at the shadow in front of me. I felt her hands move closer to my face
and gently carress my hair. Her fingers combing through my hair, and
grasping my head around the ears and around the back of my neck. I
closed my eyes at the sensation of her touch. I ‘purred’ on her palm
as she smoothed my face and fingered my lips in the dark. I couldn’t
see anything, yet I feel the heat of her touch. I started to lick her
palms, and suck one of her fingers. She rubbed her wet hand around my
face until I was soaked with my own saliva. She led my left hand which
was resting on the leather couch down her legs. I felt her skin so warm
and soft. I started to feel her thighs as my hand circled around her
legs. Rubbing and teasingly stroking her near the crack of her lingerie.
I could feel the smooth hairs between her legs and the lace that
decorated her garment. I could sense her other hand working around her
lingerie, while she grabbed hold of my head with the other.
Instictively, I rested my face on her stomach. Her lingerie was
stripped off. I felt her warm navel touch my face, and somehow I wanted
to lick her skin and paint it with my tongue. My other hand groped for
her breasts, while the other combed through her pussy hairs. I could
feel her nipples harden as I played with her cunt. The combined
efforts of my hands on her tits, my lips kissing on her navel, and my
other hand inside her cunt, made her moan softly as her body twisted
in pleasure.
She tried to feel through my jeans, but I was a bit far from
her reach. I felt her hand carress my buttocks, leading my hips towards
her face. I had the urge to pull off my pants and reach for my throbbing
prick. Quickly I unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped my fly. I gripped
my dick out of its cage, just in time for Jen to feel it hanging.
I crawled on top of the couch still wearing my shirt and jeans, with
Jen’s head underneath, between my legs — the shadow of my cock
hanging in front of her face. I grasped both her thighs tightly with my
arms and hands, and roughly parted her legs as I burried my face into
her pussy. I licked the wet lips beneath the aromatic hairs. Jen
insatiably swallowed my dick jutting her tongue around and teased
my ‘prick-hole’again and again. I could sense her tasting my pre-cum.
Unggghhh…I groaned. *Suck me Jen…* Uhhh….*Yeah baby…* I could
feel her tongue roving up and down from my balls to the tip of my prick
and then swallowing me full. She caressed my thighs enjoying the
sensation of my hairs running down my navel and to my balls. *Geesus,
she’s so good…*
Jeniffer motioned me to lie on the couch on my back. By now, I
somehow managed to remove my shirt and jeans. I was breathing heavily.
I was stopped short of cumming. *Thank God, I want more* I could
hear her gasp for breath as she tried to utter a whisper
into my ear…
“Hhhey…Can you see me?” She said waving her hands in front of
my face. I could feel the movement, but it was too dark to see.
“Uhh. No.” I rasped from under my breath.
“Good,…I have something for you…” She said.
“Oh yeah?..You have a surprise?” I replied still rubbing my
saliva around her nipples with my fingertips.
“Uh-hum…”She said almost giggling in her girlish sweet voice.
It was hard to see in the dark, but I could feel her on top of
me sitting on my semi-hard dick squished somewhere between her
cunt and her ass…I sensed that she reached for something from the
table beside the couch. Suddenly I felt a soft drop of viscuous liquid
ooze from my forehead down to my nose and cheeks. I felt her hand
rub the slick fluid all over my face. I tasted a little bit of it. It’s
almost like cum, but it’s not. It was so slick, and somewhat bitter.
She rubbed the liquid all over my face and down my neck. Another dropfull
fell on my chest and another on my thighs. Jeniffer methodically spread
the jelly like substance all over my body. *Geesus…uhhh…it was so
good!*
“You like?” Jen whispered.
“Ohh…Jen…I like.” I said with a groan.
“Let me have some on my hands…”
Jen took my hand and oozed out a portion.
“Come closer Jen…”
As soon as I could reach her, I smeared the jelly into her cunt
rubbing it in and out and around her thighs. I spread the jelly around
her asshole and around her tits. I heard Jen moan…
Jeniffer lowered her body onto mine. Our skins slipping and
gliding off one another. The sensation was incomaparable. She thrusts
her ass into my hard dick and guided my prick into her asshole. With
her ass slick with the jelly, I penetrated her hole carefully.
“Ungghhh…” Jen cried somewhat in pain. “Slowly…unghh…” she
whispered. I pushed my rod carefully into her
asshole, *Geesus* Her hole was so tight, and hot, it almost milked my
dick with cum…
I tried to pump her ass carefully, until finally her muscles
relaxed and accomodated the entirety of my rod. I was able to pump
into her tight hole as Jen rode my rhythm.
The hot tight ass was too much for me to bear. It kept milking
my prick, squeezing, and gliding. The prickly hairs of her ass teased
my cock to cum…Uhhh….unnngghhh….I grasped and scratched her
round buttocks parting it as far as I could. Jen arched her back and
released my cock from her ass and inserted it into her juicy cunt.
The transition caught me off guard, that the sensations sent shocks
my aching balls. Her cunt seemed to have slurped my dick so swiftly.
The juices bubbling with excitement. She hammered her pussy up and
down. I could feel my legs stiffen and my thighs tighten. My groin
started to convulse. Jen gripped my shoulders so hard, she started to
scratch the skin off my chest. I held Jeniffer by the shoulders
pushing and pulling her body harder and deeper.
Jeniffer began to groan and achingly gasped for air. I could
feel the fluid in my balls rising. Uhhh….uhhh…uhhhhhh…..Harder
and harder I pushed that my dick started to swell.
“Jeniffer…Jeniffer…uhhh…I…I…love you…uhhhhh!”
I came, and came, and shot, and splashed my cum in her cunt.
My dick throbbing, Jeniffer collapsed on top of me. Sliding her tits
on my nipples, breathing heavily Jen kissed me on the lips and whispered.
“uhhh…Uhhhh…I..lo…”
Suddenly, the door blasted open. The shodowy figure of Joe
stood in front of our eyes…
Joe flipped the lights on and stared at us in shock.
I could sense his anger swell as his eyes darted in our direction,
seeing our naked bodies slick and stained with cum. I stared back at him,
somehow shot with a tinge of guilt, yet I forced a sinister glare and
said nothing…
“You cock suckin’ FUCK!” Joe managed to mumble out loud.
…End of the part3. To be continued..
Horny Bastards part2
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008 friendship and his need for favors are always a priority to me.
Mutually, he does the same. We have similar taste in girls and the way
we FUCK, that made us inseparable when going to social functions.
Things just started to change after we encountered Jennifer one night
in a local dance club.
Joe invited me for lunch one friday. It was a jump out of the ordinary
since he hasn’t treated me for lunch in a long while. We met at our
favorite Korean Restaurant.
I sat across the table from Joe, feeling awkward since we haven’t
done this for quite awhile. We placed an order and sipped our tea. We
both stared at the waitress’ ass as she walked away. Then he looked at
me grinning that stupid grin.
“So…Get any blowjobs lately?” he blurted out. I was shocked to hell.
I didn’t know what to say. Images from the past weekend flashed before
me. I looked at him straight in the eyes and uttered nothing.
“Well?…Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?” he asked.
“I thought we were friends?”,
I said nothing.
“If you’re worried about how I feel…”
“It’s OK…”, “It just disappoints me that you did not tell me.”
“We made a deal didn’t we?”, “We tell each other what’s up?”
I nodded. I sipped my tea trembling.
“How did you know?…” I responded uneasy. “Did she tell you?”.
“She didn’t have to tell me. I know.” he said.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Do what you do best…FUCK her.” he said acting a little coy.
“WHAT?!…” I said.
“I know how you feel for her, I saw the way you look at her,
her glares, your reactions…C’mon, give me some credit…
I’m your best friend.” he stated.
“I’m confused Joe…What did you want me to do?” I asked.
“OK…I-want-you-to-FUCK my girlfriend…and if you don’t
mind…I would like the three of us to get together.” he said.
Somehow, the idea triggered something inside. I liked the thought
of me FUCKING a girl with my best friend. Images flashed in my mind.
The moaning and groaning I only heard in the night will now be our groans,
and our moans. *FUCKING BASTARD* I thought with a grin.
I looked at him straight in the eyes grinning.
“OK you dirty dog.” I said.
“Great…It’s friday, and it’s time we celebrate tonight…”
“Let’s eat…” 
That evening, we set up our own private party. Just the three of
us in our little private apartment near campus. The light dimmed and
a slow rhythmic beat played in the background. The scent of heavy liquor
was in the air. We sat in the living room on the long leather sofa. All
three of us sat very close to each other. Jennifer sat in between me
and Joe. We laughed at the thought of us three sleeping together, it was
the topic of the night. There were no objections from anyone. Jennifer
was in her quiet little self making remarks here and there.
Somehow, in the midst of our conversation, there was suddenly nothing
else to say. We were quiet….
I saw Joe place his arm around her and started to passionately kiss
her lovely lips. I felt Jen’s hand crawl up my knee and started to carress
my thighs. Joe’s free hand crept up Jen’s mini skirt searching for her
soft wet cunt. I started to get hard seeing the action. I breathed heavily.
My right hand went down Jen’s blouse feeling her soft tan breasts
underneath my fingers. I felt her hand reach up my pants and squeeze and
carress my crotch. I moved closer to her neck and started to lick her sweet
skin. My lips were hot on her neck as my fingers worked to unbutton her
blouse. I felt her hand stroking my hardness through my denim jeans.
hhhhh..hhh….I muttered. I heard Joe’s breath and Jen’s mild moans of
ecstacy in between breaths of kisses. Jen’s blouse soon fell from her
lovely body and I anxiously threw it aside with my free hand. Jen did not
wear a bra, and all her beauty was exposed in front of my eyes. An animal
being took over me and I burried my face between her breasts painting
the beautiful mounds with hot saliva from my tongue. I heard her groan from
the expertise of the men surrounding her. Joe’s hand pulsated in and out
from under her skirt torturing her with wild sensations.
Somehow, Jen managed to unbutton my pants with her free hand and
release my hardened dick from its cage. She gripped it commandingly and
stroked it and squeezed it, my pre-cum instantly dripped from its
head. I played with her hard nipples teasingly with my probing tongue.
I sensed Joe trying his best to unbutton his pants. Jen took over and
finally was able to remove it completely revealing his prized possesion.
With Joe’s free hand, now wet and slippery with cunt juice, started to
stroke himself.
The action was too much for Jen to handle. She squirmed on the
leather sofa and eventually fell on her back with ME on one end and
Joe on the other. All three of us panted furiously as we try rearrange
ourselves to better positions. Jen reached for Joe’s cock and hungrily
inserted it into her mouth alternating the sucking from the head to
his balls and back. *FUCK* I thought. I was given the opportunity to
try out Jen’s wet pussy as her beautiful ass pointed my direction.
On all fours, Jen offered me her sweet cunt. I stood on my knees on the
other end of the sofa and gently entered the sweet offering with my
throbbing dick. It was tight, *Geesus*, it was tight and wet. Ohhhh…
Jen…*FUCK*…In and out I rode her savoring the sensations of every
nerve on my prick. Her muscles inside contracting at every push. I
was leaning on her back and I saw Joe on the other end receiving what
seemed to be a heavenly blow. His face contorted in pleasure, he looked my
way and grinned a devilish grin of sweet pain. He moaned and I moaned,
Jen screamed a little out of sweet pain while I penetrated her deeply.
We were like wolves howling in the night. Jen’s dripping saliva was too
much for my sight to bear. She swallowed Joe over and over and over again.
Our motions and the sight of each other FUCKING was too much for us
to bear. Faster I went, I could feel my prick tingle. Uugghh…unghhh…
Jen…I’m CUMMING…uhhh…*FUCK* “Don’t CUM in her pussy man!” Joe
managed to shout between grunts. “Wait for me to CUM man!…ungghhh..uhh”.
“Hurry Joe!…uhhhh…” I said.
In the back of my mind I knew what he wanted to happen. We always
talked about it when we watched porno movies that someday we’ll get to do it.
Jen stroked and sucked Joe faster that his dick was red and sore. It
was ready to burst. Jen reached her orgasm berfore anything happened. She
screamed a small little scream of pleasure as she continued to suck on
Joe’s prick. “Mmmmhhhm….mhhhhh” she muttered.
“I’m CUMMING man! uhhh…”
“Ohhh man! I’m CUMMING too!…ahhh..uhh” I replied.
Jen pulled away and placed herself between our pulsating pricks.
sucking both of alternately. I came first and spilled my white hot cum
on her face,”Geesus..uhhhh”, soon after, Joe shot his cum on her face
as well, “Ahhh..Jen!..”. Our shots were so strong and violent that Joe
splattered some of his CUM on my body, it was dripping hot, and
I splattered some of mine mine on his chest. Jen licked the CUM stained
flesh on both sides. She slurped every trickle of white sticky sperm on
my navel and on Joe’s prick.
All three of us breathed heavily. Spent, tired, and relieved, all three
of us collapsed on the slimy leather sofa. Our legs and arms entangled
together, with Jen between Joe and I.
Before I drifted into sleep, I remember thinking of what our future
would be…This FUCK is too much for me to take. I really enjoyed it.
I know I would want some more. How long will this relationship last?
Tomorrow is another day, we’ll see how it turns out…*FUCK*
The next few days was strenuous for me. Joe still treated
Jennifer like she was his girlfriend. He came in and out of our
appartment dragging her wherever he liked. It tortured me deep
inside to see Jennifer glance my way everytime she was with Joe.
I was extremely jealous. I became angry at how Joe was handling the
situation. He wasn’t treating me as a friend, he was treating me
like an outcast. He didn’t even consider my feelings towards Jen,
and he acted as if Jen exclusively belongs to him. After what happened
between the three of us, I expected that I would be a part of that
relationship. I was hurting inside. I reconsidered my feelings about
my friendship with Joe. I was flaming with hate. I wanted to punch
him and beat him with my fists. Images of blood dripping down his
forehead, and sore bruises all over his body. For a moment, I thought
of death. I wanted to hurt Joe badly, but I’m too smart for that.
Physical pain is so easy. No…I’m angry because he has what I want.
He should not have toyed with me and offered her body to me. What did
he think? After going for a three-way FUCK, he can parade Jen in front
of me? What the FUCK for? To brag to me that the best FUCKING BITCH
still belongs to him? He can swallow my CUM and eat my SHIT!
If he knew me well as a friend, then he would have considered
my feelings. I always considered his feelings, and that’s the reason
I held back from FUCKING Jennifer and back-stabbing him. I guess
I’m only one of those FUCK ‘friends’ who means nothing to him…I had
to hurt him, I had to teach him a lesson…I’ll FUCK him up really
bad, and he’ll regret he ever FUCKED up with me…
One wednesday afternoon, I came home early from school. I
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Horny Bastards
Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008 It was one of those hot summer nights in the middle of June.
I remember laying on my bed feeling warm and sweaty from the evening
warmth. The open balcony door did not help much to alleviate the problem.
Less did the wizzing fan relieve me of the torturous stickiness that
covered my skin.
I couldn’t sleep. My mouth felt wet. My breath was heavy,…
and somehow (without intent) my dick was hard. The weather did not
bother me as much as I thought it would, because a fantasy danced in
my head which made the warm night an erotic night of lust. I visualized
this beautiful woman I saw on TV earlier that evening.
She has voluptuous tits that my hands would love to roam and touch
and squeeze. A nipple that I would love to taste with my tongue and
suck and lick and bite teasingly.
I imagined myself sitting on my bed half naked, wearing only
my Calvin boxers. The sheets all messy and ruffled, my left foot flat
on the bed, my right leg spread showing a mild hard-on underneath my
shorts. I watched the beautiful lady slowly dancing naked in front of me.
The beat of an erotic rhythm played in the background, I believe
it was Enigma…She rubbed her breasts up and down playing with her
hard nipples. She reached for her wet cunt dripping with vaginal juices.
With her middle finger, she made little circles of pleasure by rubbing
her clit gently and methodically. I was as horny as hell. I fondled
my own nipples pinching it gently with my left fingers, my right hand
gently patting and rubbing my navel near my belly button. I liked
the feeling of my hair trailing all the way down my balls. I slid my
hand down and grasped by rod. It was rigid and warm. I could only imagine
how sweet her navel would be under my tongue. Ohh.. I could smell that
thick aroma of her organ. It was a smell that somehow resembled the
arousing scent of sweat underneath a pair of Levis jeans.
She came closer to my bed and stood near the corner of the bed
by the wooden posts. She carressed the brown hard wood with her hands
and slowly kneeled on the floor. She licked the wood, her saliva glistening
on the surface. She motioned me to pull down my boxers revealing a
mildly thickened prick. I removed my Calvins and threw it to her. She
caught it and then she smelled it. She pulled the elastic band wide and
bit the hanging garment underneath the crotch carefully swallowing the
crotch area and slowly pulling it out wet and dripping with saliva.
I licked my plams and spat on them and then started to stroke myself.
My spit was wet and thick. It felt so soft and slippery on my throbbing
dick as I continually stroked it with strength. She started to suck
the wood at the corner of my bed, and amazingly was able to put the whole
thing in her mouth. *FUCK* I sighed to myself…The tip of my dick was
tingling as I circled my fisted hands around it. The beautiful vision went
around my bed and crawled on top of me. She knelt at the foot of the bed
and stared at me intently. She liked to watch me masturbate. And I liked
her watching me masturbate. *Watch me Babe* *Yeahhhh…that’s it…*
She pulled on my left foot and dragged my leg flat on the bed and gently
spread my legs apart. She bent over and slid her hands on top of my
jerking fist. She continued to lower her face between my legs as she
carressed my navel — slowly reaching for my ass and gripping it tight.
She lowered her face further until I finally let go of my dick, and
she started to lick the head of my rod and carefully inserted the
hardness into her mouth. My God….it was so good. I closed my eyes
and sensed all the pleasure I could feel. hhhh….hhhhhh…I quietly
sighed. My saliva dripped uncontrollably down the corner of my mouth.
I did not mind. I opened my eyes and I let myself salivate at the sight
of her head bobbing up and down my prick.
With the warm air I could smell the scent of “human SEX”. The softness
of the skin, and slippery substances in her mouth was something I longed
for. Her tooth never scraped the head of my dick. Her tounge circled
the head. It felt wonderful and warm and soft and slippery and so
fuckin’ REAL! I was nearing orgasm….uh..uuhhh..uh… SUDDENLY…
I woke up!! MOTHER FUCKIN’ SON OF A BITCH!! It IS REAL!! My roomate’s
girlfriend was giving me a blow right there! I was shocked at first, but
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I was burried in ecstacy and I’ve reached
a point of no return. The emotional mixture of shock, pleasure, lust,
and the inevitable explosion of orgasm was nearing its peak.
I gasped for air as I neared my orgasm,…uhh…uhh.. oh my God… *Fuck*
… Jeniffer …what are you…*Geesus*…uhh…are you doing? …. uhhh …
*FUCK*…. My body started to tense as she placed more pressure on my
hard dick…up and down she went faster in pace….She made it more
pleasurable and intense as she stuck one of her fingers inside my asshole.
The tingling sensation of her fingers inside my hole as she fucked it
deep set my prostate convulsing in wild sensations. The combined
stimulation of my asshole and prick sent me to another universe.
I could feel my groin squeezing out all the CUM it can find from my balls.
My legs tensed and I gripped her head grabbing her hair pushing her
face deeper…*FFFFUCKKK*…my hips pushing forward…I’m Cumming…uhhh….
*Yeahhh*….mmmhhh….uhhh….She jerked the base of my dick with her
other hand as she continued to suck the head and finger fuck my asshole….
Oh my God Jen…Jen…uhhh!!..hhh…uhhh! I exploded on her face my hot
white cum. It dripped from her forehead to her cheeks and down her mouth.
She licked the sticky cum dripping off my dick and sucked the head for more.
She burriedher face underneath my balls savoring every drop with her tounge
…*FUCK* I said to myself. *My roommate is just next door*…
*What am I going to do if he finds out!*… *He’s my Best Friend!*…
*Shit*… I found it difficult to handle the situation, my friendship
is in jeopardy. Yet somehow, I found it a turn on…”I just fucked face
my BEST FRIEND’S girlfriend” It was one of the best blowjob I had in years.
Somehow, I feel even closer to him as a friend since we now share a
common FUCK…I pondered on the idea of FUCKING another man’s girl…It
was definitely an aphrodesiac of challenge and risk. A friendship on the
brink of wild passion. A friendship built on a common FUCK…
I’m so confused…What am I going to do?….
After I gathered myself together, I looked at Jennifer straight
in the eyes. Not knowing what to say or how to start, I sat up towards
her, and faced her CUM dripping face. I could feel her warm breath upon
my lips, and I could smell the stale CUM. I reached up my right hand
gently pushing her black-reddish messy hair back away from her face.
Jennifer is a beautiful girl. At 19, she has a body that any man
would kill for. She had a smile that would melt your heart and remind
you of an innocent tropical girl. Her tropical tan and smoldering exotic
eyes hints a beauty worth the sacrifice to the gods of the natives.
She had a mysterious way about her. The innocent image she posessed
hides another woman. Behind the innocent fascade is a hungry passion of
lust. She is a girl of few words, and rarely did she spoke to me. She
is friendly, yet aloof. When I do get the chance to talk to her, she
always ends our conversation quickly, yet sweetly. She was never rude
to me, and on occasion caught her glaring at me sweetly. I ruled out
the possibility that there would be something between us. She was my
best friend’s girl…I wanted her. I really did.
“Jennifer…why?” I whispered to her, my throught harsh and dry
from our night of ecstacy. “Shhhh…” she whispered, placing her finger
on my lips. “I…did it for you…”. She looked at me in the eyes, she
had that look of hidden pain covere by a faint smile. I went closer
and partly opened my mouth and kissed her on the lips. Her tongue
probed in my mouth and mine into hers. I could still taste my fresh CUM
in her mouth. I did not care. It was our wine of love. We kissed passionately and
finally she pushed me back and slowly stood up from my bed. I sat there
and watched her leave. She looked back a last time before exiting my
room. From the faint light I could admire her shapely body. Her buttocks
firm, her breasts rounded and tender.
I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I wasn’t able to go
back to sleep. I pondered the thought of her with me. I wanted her back
in my room. The desire was so strong that I was angry. I was screaming
inside figuring out what to do. Why have I done this to my best friend?
Should I tell him? I would loose her. I would loose my friend. *FUCK*
*I need her*
The following days tortured me. I was moody and snapped at almost
everyone. I was irritable. I couldn’t concentrate in class. I was supposed
to study for a midterm, but my mind kept creeping back to that night
with Jennifer. I see her with my buddy almost everytime, but I try not
to act obvious. But I guess, I had a tougher time when she is around with
my best friend. I know my friend well, and he knows me well, I had a
feeling he knows what’s up with me.
Joe is a cool guy. He’s about a year older than me. We’ve been friends
for about 3 years now since I met him freshman year. He’s a good looking
Chinese-American in a rough sort of way, and women usually like
him for his body. As for myself, for a Filipino I was lucky for an
athletic physique mixed with a boyish look of innocence which my Chinese
heritage offered. My witty remarks and quick reactions, combined with
Joe’s qualities make our team a trap for worthy women. We like each
other’s company and somehow our relationship evolved into an open,
trusting, and loyal friendship. I put great importance in our
…End of the part1. To be continued..
The Heat
Monday, January 21st, 2008
On July 11th, the temperature in downtown Willyville topped 94
degrees, a considerable jump from the high of 78 the previous day. The high
pressure area that Bob Katt, the weather forcaster for TV station KNUT, had
been predicting all week had finally arrived. The sun sat hot and brassy in
a sky devoid of clouds. Bob Katt had predicted that the temperature would
only increase for the rest of the week, at least. The heat wave had begun.
Three days later the temperature broke 100 and everybody knew the heat
was here to stay. The air was hot and heavy. Those unfortunate enough to be
working outside or without benefit of air conditioning groaned and cursed
the sun, giver of all life and bringer of all misery.
Skin became a much more common sight as uncomfortable humans stripped
down to the bare neccessities, if not farther, in search of some relief. As
clothes fell away, so did inhibitions as the human, the horniest animal on
earth (who was actually capable of becoming sexually aroused at the mere
sight of the uncovered body of a fellow human of the preferred sex! Imagine
that!) began to follow the urges that nature had imbued them and that they
themselves had honed to a fine and wonderous art.
In other words, once the night cooled off, they started fucking like
rabbits.
But human nature can be a two edged sword, and while one edge was
sweet, the other was very bitter indeed. Hot weather and its attendant ills
caused tempers to flare where they otherwise would have been held with
discretion. Many great home truths, which had been considerately
unmentioned by friends, lovers, relatives, etc., suddenly came out in full
force with the expected arguments and fights following. Frustration at the
endless discomfort caused human to strike out at fellow human in a futile
substitute for lashing back at the true source of their aggravation, a safe
93 million miles out of reach. The local constabulary spent a great portion
of their time quelling these arguments. Of course, being human and just as
uncomfortable as everybody else, their tempers were somewhat shorter than
they would normally have been, and guess who they took it out on? Quite a
number of offenders made their way to the local lockup by way of the local
emergency room.
But all of this was simply human nature, and none of it was very
serious, at least not on a grand scale. Civilization had survived much
worse. But on a personal level some of the catastropies were very serious.
Some lives were changed completely. One such person who’d had his life
changed by the heat was Harold Sykes. And here’s what happened…
The moon poured in through the open window, flooding the bedroom with
an eerie half light. The air was warm, a pleasant 75 degrees. Perfect
temperature for nudity. Cindi settled back on the pillow with a satisfied
sigh of pleasure not yet faded to memory. Harold still kneeled on the bed
between her knees, his erection pounding almost painfully against his
belly. The moonlight spilled across her nude, fluid form, and he lovingly
eyed her firm, small breasts, still hard nippled in the aftermath of her
orgasm. His eyes roamed down her smooth, taut belly to the wiry mass of her
pubic hair, where he had but moments ago spent so much time carefully and
artistically bringing her to a powerful climax. Whatever else you could say
about his performance in the sack, he knew how to give head. It was one of
the skills he was especially proud of.
But enough wool-gathering (bad pun intended). Harold leaned forward,
placing his hands on the bed on either side of her. He kissed her fully and
deeply as he gently lowered his weight onto her. For a moment they simply
lay there, as he savored the full body contact, the feel of her naked skin
against his own. Then he raised his hips and she gently guided him into
her.
For Harold, at least, no sensation in the world could ever compare to
the warm, slinky feeling of penetration. He thrust deep, and her hips moved
in response. His excitement towered to new heights, and his balls ached for
release. Take it slow, take it slow. He kissed her again and ran his hand
along her side, from thigh to shoulder, feeling, touching, loving.
He began to pump in a slow sinuous rhythem, her hips moving with his.
Her legs raised and locked around his waist as her hands moved along his
back. Her breathing became short and rapid, and Harold knew she was
building to another orgasm. With each thrust, his own pleasure mounted to a
new height until finally he poised, breathless, at the brink. Too soon, too
soon…
Too late. He cried out as his seed shot into the warm depths of her
body. Face straining, he pumped again, one last time, trying to squeeze
what last litle bit of feeling might be left after that almost painful
explosion of pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
For an endless time he lay, gathering strength. Finally it soaked into
his sated conciousness that something was wrong. Cindi lay beneath him
wooden, unmoving. He looked down into eyes that stared back with cold fury.
“What- what’s the matter?”
The anger in her eyes flared as she placed her hands on his chest and
pushed him off. Her strength was surprising, and Harold fairly flew against
the wall by the bed. Blinking back stars, he looked at her in confusion.
“God dammit!” she yelled.
Frightened now, Harold could only gasp, “What… what…”
“You didn’t even try to make it last!” Hands on hips, her bare breasts
jiggled fetchingly as she shouted. But Harold wasn’t exactly fetched at the
moment.
“I sure did try! It’s not my fault-”
“The fuck it isn’t! You don’t even TRY!” she yelled, “Two pumps, a
tickle, and a squirt and that’s all you’re ever good for! I’m sick of it!”
What the fuck was this? It was hard to believe she had been so
intimate and caring a minute before. Miss Jekyl had just turned into a
raving Miss Hyde and Harold was far too stunned to properly defend himself.
“You mean to say you haven’t gotten any enjoyment out of tonight?”
“Ha!” She was gathering her clothes and putting them on now. “Hasn’t
it ever occurred to you that I might get a little tired of being frigged
and licked every single night? I want a MAN, dammit! Not some little boy
who shoots his wad five seconds after he gets his pants off!”
He watched, unbelieving, as she stomped around the room. This was the
woman he had been so in lust with the last few weeks? Was he really such a
terrible lover? “Why are you doing this to me?”
“You did it to yourself.” she snapped. She was fully dressed by now.
Shouldering her handbag, she turned to him. “I’m leaving now. Until you
learn how to fuck, don’t bother calling me.” Her pretty features twisted
into an ugly ironic smile, “Have a nice life.”
And then she left. Harold stared at the door a long time, his stomach
churning along with his mind. Cindi had deliberately set about to hurt him
in the worst way she possibly could. The only thought that kept running
through his head was WHY?
The sound of a car starting and pulling out floated in through the
bedroom window. Somehow this sound seemed to bring reality back into focus
and his mind started working again. With a snarl he jumped off the bed and
ran to the window, throwing the curtains aside.
He screamed something out the window, causing lights to come on all
over the neighborhood: “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
He ducked back inside before anybody could see him, collapsing back on
the bed. Nothing was resolved, and some painful issues would have to be
dealt with in the near future.
But he had to admit that, for the moment, he felt a little better.
The Swimming Pool
Sunday, January 20th, 2008 My favorite sexual fantasy is to have two very large
well hung studs take my hot sexy body and do what they want
with it. Hm……let’s see …….. I’m lounging around the
pool in my back yard, the hot sun beating down on my tanned
and oiled body. The heat makes my slit wet and juicy and sweat
trickles down between my thighs.
Suddenly and abruptly, I feel a hand being placed on my
shoulder and look up in surprise to see two handsome
men in jeans and tee-shirts standing there. One of them says
he didn’t mean to disturb me, but they knocked on the front
door and there was no answer, so they thought they might
as well try to look around in the back to see if anyone were home.
He explained that they were here to fix the filter in the pool
and that my husband had called them this morning from his
office. “Oh yes!”,I said, the filter is broken. Go ahead.”
From where the pool filter was located those two hunks had a
great view of me and feeling kind of horny, I thought I’d give
them a show. I undid the strap of my bikini top so that just a
little tit was showing and I pulled my bottoms tight up into my
crack. I knew they could see and that I was having an effect.
One of the guys, a blond who said his name was Pete, walked
over and asked to use the bathroom. “Right through the door and
to the left.” I said, sitting up a bit and letting my top fall
free exposing my large ripe breasts. The look on his face was
one of shock and embarrassment. “Oops!” I said, and winked at
him.
He just smiled and headed to the bathroom. While he was
gone I called the other guy over, Jeff was his name, a tall
muscular fellah with black hair. “Could you put some sun tan
lotion on my back” I asked as I rolled over onto my stomach.
“Sure!” he said. Slowly he massaged the oil all over my back and
legs. Then I turned over and asked him to do the front too, which
he did with a grin. His large firm hands began squeezing and
rubbing my tits. As he did that I reached up and unzipped his
pants revealing a thick hard ten inch cock! I sat up on the
lounge chair and slid his hot meat into my mouth. I sucked
slowly on the head of his fat dick, slipping it in and out
between my red succulent lips. By then his friend was back and
was already taking off his pants. I laid back on the lounge
chair and removed my bottoms. I spread my legs wide and the
blond guy took his big hard shaft and plunged it into my
dripping cunt.
The other guy stood over me and fucked my large aching tits
and mouth with his giant prick. The two of them pumped away
filling my mouth and pussy with their cocks. I wiggled and
moaned as they thrust in and out of me, ravishing my hot naked
body. My pussy clamped down tight on the thick tool between my
legs brought me orgasm after orgasm. I could feel the cock in
my mouth swell and I sucked faster until the guy shot a hot
creamy load of come down my throat. Then the guy fucking me blew
his wad deep in my cunt. I laid back, basted in their love
juices, and smiled.
After all of that exotic lovemaking, we all went for a cool
refreshing swim and did it again before my husband got home.
Exercise Affair
Saturday, January 19th, 2008Dear Santa,
I wanted to thank you for that nice exercise video you sent me. I was
really surprised to find it in my stocking…I mean…at 36 24 35…I didn’t
feel chubby! But the phone lines were down this morning, and I was bored
so I tried it out for a lark….it WAS a LARK!!!!
I got into my leotards and leg warmers and started the tape. Good
old warm-ups…yuck!!…but this tape has some damn good looking dudes
doing the exercises…and I got….”warmed up” as I watched. I even felt
a little kinky doing the pelvic rocks as I watched their pelvises tilt
provacatively towards my own. My gaze remained riveted on their pelvises
as Jane began the arerobics. Through their stretchie suits I could barely
make the outline of a certain muscle that I thought could use some exercise.
…damn…better get back to work! 1-2-3-4 arms front…arms back…arch
out that chest…push it out! …well Jane…I’m thrusting my chest out
as arched as I can…can’t you see those taut nipples pointing at those
hairy chests beside you?!!!?? I’ld like to lick their nipples each
time they arch them towards me!
But its a little warm in all this…I’m sliding off the leg warmers
and unbuttoning my leotard. The background music is nice…reminds me of
this time I was with this guy in his car…well, never mind.
1-2-3-4 better follow the steps turn right 3-4…oh…lordy…look at HIM!
There is this gorgeous hunk of man working on my phone lines…well…
actually it seems he’s more interested in playing peeping Tom! And
he didn’t catch me looking…I think I’ll have a little fun with him!!
Besides…these dudes on the tape have been totally ingnoring me!
Instead of moving my arms around in circles..I’ll let my hands circle
my breasts as I rock my chest back and forth in time to the music…
oh, yes…he’s still watching! I wonder if he’ll notice me licking my
lips…mmmmmmm….
Ah…back to the pelvic rock again…guess I’ll point mine towards the
window as I pretend to keep watching the screen. My hands start on my
hips but move toward my thighs with each rock…my hands are just reaching
under the leotard as Jane swithches to floor exercises. I’m really putting
on a show now as I unbutton all my buttons and caress my breasts thru my
bra…yeah…this’ll make him HOT!!! Now my hands are roaming up and
down my thighs and I too have gotten very HOT…my breathing has changed
and I no longer want to tease…I want that man…NO ..I NEED HIM…NOW!!
I look at him and our eyes lock this time and he smiles wolfishly.
I beckon with my finger but he just smiles at me…and rakes his eyes
over my wanton body. Now HE pretends he’s working…but he’s still
peeking!!!
Two can play this game! I closed the curtains and waited…hoping.
The door bell rang! “can I have a drink of water” “Please do cum in”
I gave him his water then turned to open the door to let him out. HE
grabbed me then and said he wanted to do a few exercises with me. He
had the strongest tannest arms and I wanted him…so I took him into
the exercise room and started on warm-ups. I exercised my tongue on
his lips and his salty, musky neck. He quickly joined me in these
routines..as we deviated quickly from Jane’s routines. His strong
and gentle hands began to explore my hungry body…my nipples arched
longinly for his touch…I moaned when he found them. He caressed
them with his hands…then explored them with his tongue, sending
shivers throughout my body…when he took each nipple in his mouth
and sucked it was too much. I became so hot and so dizzy, I begged
him to stop. Instead he continued to suck while his fingers drifted
down and under my leotard. He felt around for my clit as I greedily
guided my clit to his lovin fingers. I needed it then. Sucking
and stroking he took me higher and higher..no chance for a breath
my clit hot and swollen soon exploded its passion climaxing for
what seemed forever!! Damn it was good! Thank You Mister!!!
I asked if there was anything I could do to repay him…and of
course he was ready with an answer. He took off his jeans and stood
over me. He was ready! Through the bottoms of his red Boxers I
saw his gleaming hardness. I got up on my knees for a better look
and pulled the boxers down to expose his want. I quickly gave him
a “blow job” breathing lightly over the lenghth of his shaft. He
responded by moving his dick closer to my mouth…”suck me…please”
I kissed the tip then wrapped my tongue aroungd his head…as he
began to moan. I continued feathering his shaft with my tongue
as I felt his need increase. He begged me to take it all in and
I relented. He was so hot he began to thrust into my mouth… I put
an end to that. I held his hips steady as I slowly sucked his weapon
deep into my throat, sliding it out, sucking it deep. When I was ready
I increased the tempo. He soon spurted with joy.
AS he rested himself I finished undressing and demanded equal
time! He laughed and said we should be even already but that as he
was in a very generous mood I should prepare myself. But I wasn’t
prepared for such an onslought! He started with my lips and ears
and my neck…teased my nipples and then totally mastered me with
his attentions to my clit. He used his fingers, his toes, his teeth
and his tongue…and what a tongue…he had me so high I never knew
if I was cuming or going…I know I did a lot of cuming…Then he
gave me a very wet sloppy kiss and entered me with his hard cock.
I wouldn’t have thought that I had any energy left to respond.
But after a few deep thrust, an answering need grew in me. My walls
responded trying to capture his higness as he drew back after each
new thrust. He positioned himself so that the thrust was greatest
near my clit. Each time he thrust a surge of shivers raked my body…
I was climbing higher and higher again nearing the places he had
already driven me. He had total control and held himself back till
he felt me climax…then he spent himself with 3 great deep strokes
and we lay spent in each others arms.
I must admit, it WAS a GREAT workout!!! Eat your heart out, Jane!!!
Love,
Sadie.
THE WATCH FROM DEVIL’S TRIANGLE
Friday, January 18th, 2008
Ellen and I had been in the Bahamas for 3 days when we were sitting
beneath a blue and white striped sunbrella at an outdoor lounge, talking with
a couple who’d allowed us to join them at the last available table.
We were attired as typical tourists: they were in swim wear; I was
wearing a flat Bahamian straw hat, aloha shirt and walking shorts, and Ellen
was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a
headband around her black hair. Now, as Ellen laughed at a joke, the ribbon’s
long ends were flapping about in the warm breeze. It was difficult making
conversation above the pounding surf and whistling wind.
Jeff, a brawny six-foot-plus with a booming voice, leaned across the
table and asked, “You here in a boat?” His reddish hair was tousled by the
breeze. His stunning blond wife, Virginia, was leaning back in a sun-chair,
which squeaked as she fidgeted and appraised us.
“We flew over,” I told him. Two years before, we’d been here in our
twenty-foot boat. A troublesome storm convinced me I’d never take anyone
else in a small craft, so this time we’d flown commercial, as we have each
time since. “We’re checked in at the hotel.”
Jeff gulped his drink, gestured toward the distant docks, and murmured,
“We’re staying at the marina. They charge an arm and a leg to hook up to
electricity over there. We’re down here from Texas. Where you from?” When I
told him, he responded, “Yeah, well your state’s doing a lot better than mine.
You have Disney World and a state lottery. We have these closed down oil
wells and one hell of a lot of empty offices. We’re thinking of moving to
Florida.”
I grinned, “Doesn’t make Floridians too happy to hear that. Too many
people coming in now. I tell people who’re thinking of moving there that
alligators come out of the lakes at night and drag away little babies.” He and
Virginia chuckled.
Ellen’s a natural conversationalist, but now she was particularly
animated; she’d won them over. Jeff invited us for a tour on their sloop to an
out-island. We declined, explaining that we’d made reservations for an early
dinner at a local calypso club, so Jeff offered, “O-kay, what if we make it an
evening trip, around 7, 7:30? Think you could make that, ol’ buddy?”
I was considering it when Ellen grabbed my arm and blurted, “Come ON,
Bill, let’s DO it!” Turning to Jeff and Virginia, she smiled, “Takes him
forever to make changes in plans!”
I grinned, “Sounds like a great idea.”
That evening, over dinner, Ellen admitted her excitement. I’d noticed her
observing Jeff’s handsome, muscular features at the cabana. She remarked, “I
think they have MORE than just a tour in mind. We’ll see.” We skipped the
floorshow, donned our swim suits in the hotel room, and walked down to the
harbor where Jeff’s 38-foot sloop bobbed amid a line of boats at the unpainted
docks.
Virginia was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping and
squawking around her. Jeff looked up from his blue canvas deck chair and
acknowledged,”You’re right on time.” He cast off as soon as we climbed aboard.
The Atlantic was now red beneath the setting sun. I noticed Ellen and Bill
stealing glances at the other now and then, until finally, they were openly
staring. When she turned away, Jeff gazed at her long legs and full,
half-exposed breasts thrusting out beneath the one-piece black suit, completely
bare on the sides except for four thin black ribbons on each side securing the
front and back.
By the time Jeff cut the engines, a half mile from the island, stars were
blinking like diamonds on black velvet. This close to the island, the five-
foot waves we’d plowed through most of the way had calmed. The waters’
crests, silver beneath the moonlight, softly slapped against the hull. The sloop
rocked gently as Virginia and Ellen clambered up the galley stairs to the
deck. Jeff anchored as we stared at the scene off the bow. Beneath the puffs
of gleaming clouds, the island seemed to float on the midnight-blue waters.
Virginia stood on her toes, stretching her arms, as she said, “This
breeze is wonderful!” She casually reached to unhook the top to her red and
white striped bikini; that isn’t unusual for boaters when the sun’s up, but
this was night. Ellen smiled as if to say, “I told you so.” I stared at
Virginia’s breasts, firmed by exercize. Her legs were as long and well-formed
as Ellen’s. She stretched again, her blond hair blowing in the soft warm
gusts. Outlined by the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess.
So Ellen slipped out of her suit. She stood nude alongside Virginia, who
turned to evaluate the similarity of their figures; “You’re beautiful,” she
told Ellen, staring down at Ellen’s shaved mound. The contrast between
Virginia, the half-nude blond, and Ellen, the nude brunette, was stunning.
Jeff’s engorged manhood had been evident even before then. But now,
appraising them, he smiled, turning to me as he whispered, “Are you two
swingers? You see, Virginia isn’t, but she’s a ‘watcher,’ and if you are,
we’re interested.” Then, he added, as if I might misunderstand, “I mean I’m
straight, not gay.”
I grinned, almost laughing. I could hardly wait for his reaction when I
told him, “Actually, Jeff, I’m a watcher too. Think Virginia would be jealous
if she saw you with Ellen, while your wife and I watched?”
When we told Ellen and Virginia, the coincidence seemed neither as
humorous nor as surprising to them as I thought it was. I learned later that
Jeff and Virginia had met many other agreeable couples during their travels.
We made small talk as if no one had mentioned “watching.” Ellen stared
at Jeff’s face and body, occasionally looking down at Jeff’s penis bulging
beneath his red biniki trunks. Under a pretense that we going down the stairs
to turn on the stereo, we made our way down to the dimness of the sleeping
quarters where moonlight streamed through a line of portholes. Virginia and I
stood in the doorway. Jeff and Ellen sat on the bunk, looking through compact
disks, selected one, and inserted it into the overhead stereo as Virginia poured
wine. When Ellen passed a wine glass to Jeff, their hands brushed. I could
almost feel the electricity as their eyes locked. Ellen’s soft breasts heaved.
Setting aside the glass on a bunkside table, Jeff leaned to kiss her neck,
moving down to her breasts. She moaned lowly, her lips trembling.
Virginia nuzzled her breasts against my side as I put my arm around her.
Leaning into the doorjam, we gaped, breathing heavily. Jeff and Ellen melded
in a deep kiss, their arms entertwined. Ellen’s hips rotated softly in desire as
she lay alongside Jeff. Virginia looked up at me, her lips trembling, her blue
eyes wild with passion, as she muttered, “God, aren’t they beautiful?” I
agreed, my shaft swelling beneath my trunks. Ellen, her nipples taut,
disengaged to slide to floor on her knees. Her lips grazed his thighs. Gulping,
as if in fear, she took Jeff’s long, raging cock in her mouth. He closed his
eyes, groaning, as her full, pale lips slid over his glistening member. Tears of
passion welled in Ellen’s eyes as she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers
glided along his dark rubbery shaft.
Now, as Virginia peeled off her bottoms, her hand was massaging her
clitoris. I slipped out of my trunks as I stroked my hardness. Virginia pressed
against me. I slithered an arm around her, cupping a breast, her nipple
standing out like a spike through my fingers. Ellen’s eyes were now wide with
passion as he thrust into her greedy mouth. The intensity of their tempo
increased. Ellen moaned in rapture. His cock had ballooned to massive
proportions, straining her lips as she whimpered.
Withdrawing from her mouth, Jeff lifted her to the bunk beneath a line
of portholes. He kneeled on the floor between her long legs, kissing her
shaved mound. Ellen wailed in desire! Her hips gyrated beneath his tongue’s
manipulations. Her body quaking, she locked her thighs about his head, lost in
their own distant universe of adulterous passion. The smell of their lust
permeated the warm night air.
Virginia placed her arms around my waist, her hips grinding her clitoris
against my leg. “They’re so beautiful,” she breathed ecstatically. She looked
down, her lips trembling as I pumped my shaft.
Jeff’s strong arms enveloped Ellen’s quivering body. He hovered above her
splayed legs, his shaft swaying above her pussy which was quivering up to
touch it. Her lips were parted, her eyes wild and fearful of his large
instrument pushing apart her vaginal folds. She wrapped her legs around his
hips, drawing him deeply within, and yelled out in painful pleasure. Her
vagina was stretching to accommodate his large tool. They shared a sigh as he
buried his full length.
Whimpering, Ellen turned to watch us. Virginia had grasped my cock and
was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of her breasts. The sight drove Ellen
into ecstasy as her arms enveloped Jeff. She bucked against him, meeting every
thrust into her steaming cave. Virginia’s nostrils flared, her breath huffing,
her mouth open in wild desire. I felt a kinship with Virginia as we watched
our respective mates, united in sin, her husband’s cock plunging into my wife’s
vagina; she mewed, “Oh, god, Bill, don’t you FEEL it happening BETWEEN
them, between US?”
And, yes, I did. Virginia’s soft fist pumped my shaft as she grinded her
blond mound against my leg. Her lips brushed my neck and ears.
Ellen’s head thrashed from side to side, her wide eyes rolling as Jeff’s
thickness filled her. She wailed as her tremoring arms encircled his neck, her
hips lifting to meet her lover’s. Her groin swirled beneath his fervid fucking
as she threw back her head, pleading for him not to stop. His jaw slackened
as he stared down at her, his eyes glazed with lust. Then, Ellen screamed, “Oh
GOD Jeff, I’m going to COME! Please come WITH me!” She mewed helplessly,
her body shivering with the building climax.
Virginia’s hand pumped furiously as she looked up to me, parting her lips.
We kissed deeply. Everyone was moaning, sharing the climactic thunder that
was engulfing us in an emotional hurricane.
At the last moment, Virginia spread her long, taut legs, guiding my cock
into her creaming depths. She screamed in pleasure. Then it happened, the
sexual energy crackling throughout the cabin! I exploded as everyone was
wailing; Ellen and Virginia were crying and writhing madly. Virginia fell to her
knees, taking my length deeply into her mouth. Ellen and Jeff now turned on
their stomachs to watch as Virgina brought me again to hardness, her hair
tossing as her lips slid along my full length. I’d lost track of time until my
semen burst into Virginia’s throat. Ellen and Jeff were applauding. Virginia
bumped to the floor, her arms around my knees, as we turned to look at our
spouses on the bunk. They were laughing.
That was the only time that either Virginia or I had experienced even
that slight an adultery with anyone. Neither of us were sure our spouses truly
understood, but what we had was just perfect.
Directions
Thursday, January 17th, 2008I don’t understand some relationships.
The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle
shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing
the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through
leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was.
The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front,
what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of,
in essence, “Get Drunk! Cheap! Here.” The weather in Cambridge had
been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month
until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to
a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the
shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift.
The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my
parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my
tongue to avoid.
I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by
counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a
newspaper. He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be
apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked,
but I was inconsolable. A line had formed, and she joined the end of
it, not stopping to pick anything up. With each sale, I noticed a
little more of her.
Bottle of wine, $12.95. Short blonde hair.
Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49. About 5′ 8″, blue halter top. Nice
figure.
Bottle of gin, $6.80. Cute, button nose.
She reached the front of the line, and gave me a smile that broke
through my lousy mood. Blue eyes. A little necklace that looked
vaguely Southwestern, all turquoise and silver.
“I’m looking for Cedar Street? Any idea where that is?”
We’re at the corner of Mass Ave. and Cedar. This was going to be a
short encounter. I told her.
“No, no, not that Cedar! Cedar in Somerville. I love Boston, but I
hate driving in Boston.”
We’re in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan, but I wasn’t going
to start that line of conversation.
“Where are you from?”
“California. How about yourself?”
“Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I’m going to Harvard …” I started in, but
I seemed to have said the magic word.
“Lancaster! I have friends in Lancaster.” Reminded me a bit too much
of the Pennsylvania license plates, but she’s gone on. “They’re
members of my sorority, and I just saw them at our June Weekend
reunion. I’m in town for that …”
As she went on, a one-person conversation, I took in her voice (quite
husky, considering her bubbly demeanor) and glanced (with appropriate
discretion, I hoped) up and down her body. She was, well,
well-stacked. Unfortunately, my discretion was insufficient for the
task, and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my
regard. As I blushed, she leaned down over the counter.
“Some people get all the fun jobs,” she said, in a low, conspiratorial
voice.
“Uh, yeah.” Witty reply. Clever. That’s right, I thought, wow her
with your intellect.
“Place seems quiet, today” She said, glancing around, stretching
herself. Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop. I looked up from
the view thus created by the lowering of the halter-top fabric to see
her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to
something else.
“Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun?” she said.
“Well, it’s cooler in the back.” Shit, I thought, did I say that?
“We could fix that,” she said, turning around and surveying the back of
the store for the door.
“This way,” I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn’t seem
completely under my command. In one fluid motion, I had closed the
register, grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter, and
locked the front door. No customers in the parking lot, good, just one
car, must be her’s. It looks like there’s someone in it, but nah,
couldn’t be, anyway, who cares?
I led her into the back room. It’s even worse than the typical back
room of a liquor store, whatever that looks like. There are boxes
piled everywhere, both empty and full, the usual collection of posters
proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad
American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe
now will fall into bed with you. Not in so many words, of course, but
the message is clear.
She surveyed the scene, with what I assumed was less than complete
enthusiasm. Well, it is a bottle shop, not the Marriott. But when she
turned around, she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face …
“I can cope with this.” She pulled the tank top over her head,
revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra. The bra came off a
moment later, and she was in my arms, pulling me down to a kiss. And a
very nice kiss it was, very deep and soft. Even with lots of tongue,
there are kisses that are very sharp and angular-feeling, but this was
a lover’s kiss. I still can’t completely explain the difference, but
there you are.
With a plop, the package of condoms dropped to the floor. She somehow
managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me, and did a
lovely, slow, descent to her knees, running her hands down my chest.
Kissing me through my jeans, she unbuttons them, and applies her mouth
to my already-hard cock with tremendous skill.
“Now …” Lick. “I don’t …” Slurp. “have …” Gulp. “much time
for this,” she finally managed to get out, between licks with her
tongue along my balls, “so let’s be quick!”
Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special,
but I wasn’t going to turn this down for anything.
She retrieved the packaged of condoms, and (with cardboard and wrappers
flying everywhere) managed to extract one. As she stood up, naked
except for jewelry and shoes, she rolled one onto me with one hand, the
other steadying herself on my shoulder.
“OK, I’ll just bend over like this,” she said, as businesslike as if
she was staging a play. She turned her back to me, and bent over,
steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes. She spread her legs,
and one hand spread her lips apart. Amazingly, she was very wet
already, wet enough to…
“Well? C’mon!” she said, always impatient. OK, OK, I was just
enjoying the view. I stepped forward, rubber-clad penis in hand, and
slid it. There was almost no resistance, I was amazed.
I started slowly, with long strokes, but she was having none of it.
She started setting the rhythm, pushing back, in, out, in out. Her
free hand was playing with her clit, and she was starting a lovely
pattern of moans in time with her thrusts. In, out, in out … she
came once, twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her,
grabbing her hips.
She started screaming, loud enough that I was afraid the next door
dry-cleaners would hear. “Yes, yes, YES!” she yelled out as I came,
much faster than I thought I ever would, shaking as my cum poured out
of me.
I staggered back, a bit unsure of my balance, and came out of her with
a pop. She gave a small whimper of displeasure, but was back into her
shorts and tank top (bra in the pocket of the shorts) before I even had
the condom all the way off.
“That was very nice, thanks. I better go, my boyfriend’s waiting.”
“BOYFRIEND!”
“Yeah, he’s in the car. He’ll wonder what’s taking so long.”
“Boyfriend?” OK, I had already said it, but I still wasn’t quite
getting the answer I was looking for.
“Relax, he’s reading a newspaper, and nothing distracts him from that.
Anyway, gotta go! Thank you kindly,” she said, with just a touch of an
affected southern accent. And with a small peck on the cheek, out she
went through the store, unlocking the front door and tearing out of
it.
I staggered into my clothes, cleaned up the condom package debris in
the storage room, and put one condom-package worth of change in the
register (the owner would notice, he’s that kind of guy).
I watched the car pull away, and head down Mass Ave. Even through the
grimy windows, I can see that it was the guy with the $100 driving.
I still don’t understand some relationships.
