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Vengeance 34

Vengeance 34
“Mmm,” I moaned. Ellie and Sarah were both bound under my desk back in our apartment. They were simple ties, wrists together behind back, and ankles bound to thighs, keeping them on my knees. I’d bound them nearly the second we got back from camping.
I pushed Ellie’s head all the way down. Her eyes widened with surprise at the sudden gesture, but she didn’t gag or resist. I let her get some air and pulled Sarah closer. “How long are you with us?” I asked the dark haired, tan Native American. She shrugged and started sucking on my balls. “I think the answer is, ‘as long as you want, sir,’” I corrected her.
“As long as you want…Master,” she responded after a moment’s hesitation. I grinned, and pulled her onto my cock. She drooled as her head bobbed up and down, sending a bead splashing onto my chair.
“You’ve gotten a lot better,” I commented, noting she could not take about five and a half inches. “A bit more practice and you might eclipse Ellie in talent.” Ellie scowled at that and I laughed. “Don’t worry Love, you’ll always be the best dick sucker I know.” She grinned back at me at that comment and moved to take Sarah’s place. It was the truth, Sarah was improving, but she was nothing compared to Ellie. The girl just had a way about moving her lips and tongue and throat that drove me crazy.
“You prove my point so nicely,” I told her as she bobbed up and down. Despite the near infinite number of blowjobs Ellie had given me, I still could barely resist her talents. I let her go for another few seconds, then forced her off me.
I moved to the center of the room, beckoning the girls to follow. My dick dropped beads of droll on the floor, but I didn’t care. Slowly but surely the girls made their way over. “Damn, I may never untie you,” I said, grabbing a breast of each of the girls. Sarah grimaced slightly, but Ellie seemed to rather enjoy the thought.
“Unfortunately, I have something else planned.” I took a knife and approached Ellie. She sat there perfectly calm while I brought it close and cut her bonds. She stretched and moved towards my box of toys, thinking I was about to give her free reign over Sarah.
“Not so fast,” I warned her. She stopped in her tracks and placed her hands on her head as a sign of submission. I tied her hands together in front of her , and tied them to a hook in the ceiling. I tightened the rope until she stood on her tiptoes, a look of concern crossed her face. I grinned evilly, deepening the look. I took a spreader and tied it to each ankle. It started at about a foot and a half wide, then I started cranking it wider. I took her legs as wide as they would go, about four feet apart. Her arms strained under her weight, and her toes barely touched the ground. Her pussy was completely exposed, completely bald, and dripping.
“You are mine to play with however I want.” I ran a finger up her spine, causing her to shudder. Her mouth opened in a moan of nervousness and arousal. I took this moment to force a large red ball gag into her mouth, and fasten it around her head.
Now she was plenty nervous, her eyes pleading with me. I loved playing with her mouth so I rarely gagged her, and never used a ball gag. I walked over to Sarah and freed her as well, handing her a single tail whip. Ellie’s eyes went wide as Sarah stood and sauntered over. Almost before I could blink, Sarah had wound up and cracked the whip hard across Ellie’s stomach. “I picked it up before we left,” I explained. “It’ll hurt like a mother fucker, but leave little damage.” Sarah cracked the whip again and Ellie screamed into the gag.
She was almost in full panic mode now. Here eyes still pleaded with me. That would change. I walked around behind her. Her head swiveled, trying to follow my movements, even though it was Sarah who had the whip. I slid a blindfold over her eyes and tightened that too. “Mmmph,” she protested into the gag. Sarah whipped her again, a bit lighter this time. Ellie now sported three red stripes across her olive skinned stomach.
“I’m going to fuck with you all day long,” I whispered in her ear. She jumped, not realizing I was so close. She was almost trembling now, but her pussy betrayed her. I ran a finger lightly across her sopping lips. She jumped again, and all but collapsed against the ropes. I slid a pair of ear muffs over her ears, muffling the world for her. The only sounds she would hear would be me talking into the accompanying mic.
I nodded to Sarah. She moved behind Ellie and whipper her again, this time on the ass. Ellie jumped forwards and swung slightly in the air.
“Are you scared?” I said into the mic. She nodded. “Are you turned on?” Hesitation, then another nod. “You’re in for a treat then.”
I motioned to Sarah. Silently, she dressed and left the apartment. It was just Ellie and I, but she had no idea. I picked up the whip and gave her a little love stripe. She jumped, but didn’t whimper.
“Do you like having your pussy on display?” I said, running my hand down her stomach, stopping just above it. She nodded once more. I set the whip down and grabbed the wand vibrator. Without warning, I turned it to high and pressed it against her crotch. It was too much. She screamed into the gag again, and orgasmed immediately.
For about forty seconds she screamed as the vibrator kept raising her pleasure. Finally, her orgasm died down, and the vibrations became torture. She went from thrusting against it to trying futilely to get away. I held it there for another minute while she continued to twitch and scream. Finally, I turned it off and moved it away, relieving her. She sagged, and panted through the gag.
“Aww, you came so quickly, what am I going to do to you now?”
I grabbed nipple clamps and put them on. She winced, but stayed silent. I tied a rope to the middle, and ran it across the room, pulling her breasts away from her body. I tightened it as far as she could follow, and just a little more. I slid an asshook in her, and tied the loop end off to her hair, pulling her head back and filling her uncomfortably.
I moved in behind her, wrapping my arm around her, running a hand down her stomach. She relaxed at my gentle touch, but that was soon over as my hand headed south, and I slid two fingers into her pussy. I curled them around and immediately found her g-spot. I started tickling it, hard. She started screaming again both at the pleasure, and the movement that made the hook and clamps all that more uncomfortable.
I put my thumb on her clit and assaulted both spots at once. She’d only just cum, but already her moans and screams, and the way she ground her pussy into my hand begged for more. Ellie was not the only one who’d learned extensively about her partner’s body. I flattened my hand with my fingers still in her so that it covered her clit and much of her lips and started rubbing in slow circles. Ellie’s hips gyrated with my moments, and squeals of pleasure came out each time I hit the bottom of my circle and rose again.
“Ready to cum again?”
She nodded. I quickened the pace, turning slow circles into a blur of hand movement. She wasn’t far away, and I knew it. I lightened my touch slightly to torture her, prolonging her agony. It worked…for mere minutes, as her pussy started its death grip on my hand. Her vaginal muscles tightened and her body was wracked with spasms. I counted one, two, three, four….five……….six………………seven orgasms before her screams slowed to a dull moan. Matching her tempo, I slowed my hand once more, bringing the circles to a halt. Her chest heaved, the ropes were the only thing holding her up now. I loosened the rope that bound her wrists to the ceiling, taking some of the pressure off her tired arms.
“Do you want to be fucked now?” As the words went from my mouth to Ellie’s ears, someone knocked on the door. Ellie stiffened immediately, and I knew she’d heard it. I removed the clamps, and asshook, taking the time to lift her headphones. “Someone’s here,” I whispered directly into her ear. “Should I let them in?”
Ellie shook her head, even though she knew what the answer was going to be. “Present your pussy so they can get a nice view. Her hips thrust out what little they could, and I deafened Ellie once more. I pressed the button on the walkie talkie so she could hear the door open. Her whole body shook as I let the visitor in. Ellie was both aroused and completely humiliated at the possibility of a stranger seeing her naked.
I let the button go and nodded to Sarah. “You can start setting things up.”
“Time to let you scream,” I told Ellie. I removed the ball gag. She breathed a sigh of relief, stretching her tired lips and jaw. I traced them lightly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes Master,” she breathed, exhausted, but totally willing. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you swallow my cum again.” I undid the spreader bar, and stripped. Running both hands up Ellie’s firm legs to her ass, I grabbed her and pulled her close. “Oh God,” she moaned as I let the tip rest softly in between her lips. Slowly, tortuously, I entered her. Her mouth kept getting wider and wider until I thought for sure her jaw was going to fall off. I plunged my cock deep into her, and started slowly moving in and out.
Her lips stayed parted, but no sound came out. In spite of her stringent position, she still managed to gyrate her hips, causing waves of pleasure to wash over me. “Good god, you give 110%, I breathed into the mic. I love you.” She grinned and raised her intensity. I knew she must be raw, knew I was treading the fine line between pleasure and agony, but here she was, still trying her hardest to give me the fuck of a life time.
Still, I could tell all the action was taking its toll. I ripped off the headphones and grabbed her hips, guiding her in a slower ribbon.
“I’ll fuck you later Babe,” I told her. “Right now, let’s make love.” She grinned in spite of, or perhaps because of the vulgarity and cheesiness. I kissed her on the lips, sliding my tongue between them. Hers tangles with mine for a few seconds then pushed it out, taking the battle into my mouth.
“Mmf,” I moaned as something, perhaps the way she was strung up so nicely, perhaps the slow inexorable touch of her pussy, perhaps just the kiss took control of my body. I started to pull out to give her the facial she was longing for, but she shook her head. Grabbing her ass, I kept at it, nearly screaming in ecstasy as my orgasm made every effort to match hers in both length and intensity.
Rope after rope shot into her pussy, dribbling back down my dick and onto the floor. I was halfway done, I felt her pussy clench in a long, soft orgasm of her own, continuing my pleasure, and squeezing every last drop of cum out of me.
I was halfway soft by the time I finally slid out of her. Sarah was just finishing up.
I removed the blindfold and let Ellie survey the scene. Sarah stood, smiling, hands behind her back in a black thong with a white bowtie around her neck. The room was a menagerie of red candles, rose petals. The dress, the wedding dress was draped over a plain white mannequin. Night had fallen quickly over the hours we’d played, the candles now giving off the only light.
“But, but…” she trailed off.
“Before, it was an implication, a sign of what I see in our future, a sight you obviously share.” By the time her eyes wandered back to me, I was down on one knee. “Now the implication is gone, and reality is sinking in. It’s no longer an implication, no longer some impending fairy tale. It’s now a question. She was sobbing at this point. Sarah moved around, unnoticed by Ellie.
“It is now a question. Ellie…” the words themselves were easy, the order to put them in was difficult, “Marry me Ellie. Two months from today. Our Anniversary. I produced the ring. It was small by most people’s standards, but neither I nor Ellie were one for the garish or gaudy. It was two small ruby hearts with a diamond chain encircling and connecting them. The perfect ring for my bondage lover.”
At this signal, Sarah cut Ellie free. She fell into my arms, wrapping her around me, bawling into my shoulder. She pulled back and looked me in the eye and nodded. “Of course.”
We sat on the couch tire and exhausted to enjoy the Champagne I’d had Sarah bring. “You’ll be my maid of honor?” Ellie blurted. Sarah smiled and nodded. Ellie grinned evilly. “And you’ll wear that.”

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Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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My Story part five party night

We were working out in the weight room at the school. It stayed open over break for use of the gym and weight room and other athletic facilities and computer lab.
“Is it weird that we spent all semester complaining about school and wanted to get out, and as soon as it’s out for break we’ve spent like every day here?” Brent asked. He was spotting Randy on the bench press while I was on the mats near them doing sit-ups.
“Sort of, but we always worked out here, it’s just easier. It’s not like we come back to write papers or anything.” I said.
“That’s true.” Brent nodded, “Hey you guys wanna go to a party tonight? “
“Sure, where at?” Randy asked.
“It’s a frat party down by the college.” Brent replied.
“Sounds good to me.” I answered.
“Alright, it’s a frat party so let’s get Chris to drive for us so we can drink then we can stay at Brent’s place tonight?” Randy said as he looked to Brent for confirmation. Brent nodded.
They switched and Randy spotted Brent on the bench while I pulled out my phone and texted Chris if he could drive. “Chris can’t do it tonight, him and Kristin are going out. I can drive, and you guys owe me the next time.”
They agreed and we went to Brent’s to shower and get dressed. The locker room was open, but over break the water heater was really slow to work since it wasn’t used as much.
Brent had already showered and was getting dressed when I got out of the shower and went into his room. Randy went behind me and got in the shower.
“Does this look good?” Brent asked as I dried off and started getting dressed.
“Sure.” I answered.
“Should I wear something else, help me out here. I wanna look good. Maybe I’ll meet someone there.” He whined.
“I don’t know what to tell you, that looks good.” I said.
“Dude, you are the worst gay guy ever. You’re supposed to be good with fashion and stuff. You’re just a straight guy that likes men.” Brent whined again.
“Haha, sorry to disappoint.” I laughed.
A couple minutes later I had already gotten dressed and Brent was still wavering and trying on different shirts. Randy came in. “Dude, you don’t wanna wear that tonight.”
Brent sighed and looked at me as I laughed. “Ok, what do you think I should wear?” Randy grabbed a shirt out of his closet, gave it to him and went over to the bed and got dressed while Brent took of his shirt and changed into the new one. “See Zac, he’s a better gay guy than you” Brent said glaring at me.
“What?” Randy asked with an awkward laugh.
“He’s upset because I’m a gay guy that isn’t into fashion and can’t help him pick out clothes.” I answered.
“Oh, so that makes me a better gay guy?” Randy laughed “Cuz I’m pretty sure I’m not better than Zac at actually gay stuff….unless Zac is really bad in bed haha.”
“Yeah yeah, so how’s this look?” Brent asked.
“Oh yeah that’s hot as hell, I’d totally do you now.” I said as serious as I could.
“You wish. Seriously though, this good?” Brent asked.
“Yeah, you look good.” Randy assured him as he tied his shoes and stood up, “Now are we ready to go?”
We went to the party and met up with some people we knew for a little while as Brent and Randy started drinking some. We eventually started to move around and mingle and were chatting with a group of guys that were in the frat that was hosting. As the crowd got more and more drunk we had more and more people come over to us. All the guys in the group of us talking had been checking out drunk chicks throughout.
Brent was clearly attracted to a girl across the party who was with a group of her friends. He kept asking if he should go over there or wait and see if she notices him.
We kept chatting and a few different girls had come over and while some of the guys would make comments and try hitting on them they all came over and talked to me. I didn’t wait long to tell each of them that I was not interested. Drunk girls aren’t as discreet so I could tell when they were hitting on me.
“Dude, what is up with you? Every girl here seems to go straight to you. How do you do it?” One of the guys asked me.
“It’s cuz I’m not interested in them. They see you guys lookin at them all night and get creeped out. They see me and I’m totally ignoring them.” I answered the best reasoning I could think of.
“Damn, I gotta try that but it’ll be hard ignoring all these chicks.”
“Well I’m not ignoring them to get their attention, I’m ignoring them cuz I’m gay and don’t care.” I explained.
“For real, I never woulda guessed. So send some of em our way man.”
We continued talking and a few guys in the group tried their hardest to ignore all the drunk chicks. It was pretty funny how obvious they were, but they were buzzed so they couldn’t help but look dumb. I talked mostly to the guy next to me who had just been dumped by his girlfriend so he wasn’t as awkward as the others. We had something in common having both come out of relationships.
Our group kind of broke apart and moved around everyone mingling. I was still chatting with the same guy, Randy had wandered over to another group and Brent was with another still looking over at the same girl every so often. I had enough. “Hey I’ll be right back, I gotta do something. Save me a seat.” I said to the guy, Reed was his name or Reid, not sure how he spelled it.
I walked over to the group that Brent had been checking out. I introduced myself to the girl. “Hey, how’s it goin?”
“Good, how are you?”
“Good, I’m Zac.”
“I’m Michele, I guess you’re a designated driver too haha.”
“Yeah, not many people here that aren’t pretty drunk already.”
“So what brought you over here?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not trying to hit on you or anything.”
“Haha, oh I know.” She flipped my necklace, “The drunk girls may not be able to read, but I’m sober”
“Haha, yeah well the reason I came over was cuz my friend Brent over there” I pointed “thinks you are really cute and just hasn’t had the courage to come talk to you because he doesn’t know if you’d be interested in a younger guy. He won’t say that, but he’s not normally this shy so it’s clear he’s just worried about a college girl. He’s 17.”
“Ok, yeah, I’ve noticed him looking over here a little. I’m 19 so it’s no big deal. I hope he’s not too drunk?”
“No, he’s been drinking, but not much. I think he’s afraid to drink to much and look like an idiot in front of you.” I assured. “So would it be ok if I sent him over here to talk to you?”
“Yeah, that’d be fine. Oh, and you’re wasting your time with that guy.”
“What?”
“The guy you’ve been talking to. He’s straight.”
“I know, I’m just hangin out.”
“Ok, well it was nice meeting you.”
I looked at Brent and motioned him to go talk to her. I he tilted his head a bit and I nodded. He then smiled a little and walked over to her. I then went back over to Reid who had been bumped out of where he was sitting.
“You wanna go upstairs? It’s a little less crowded.”
“Sure” I answered.
We went up stairs and into his room. It was small but probably bigger than the campus dorms. We continued to talk about whatever, sports, music, relationships, etc. He was pretty drunk at this point but he wasn’t a dumb drunk. We were just sitting on his bed away from the loud party but could still hear the noise through the wall and floor.
“So, how long til you think you’ll get over that guy” He asked.
“I don’t know. It’s tough. He left a little over a week ago and we broke up three weeks before that so it’s been a month. It still hurts, but I think I’ll be ok eventually.”
“Man that’s rough, I only got dumped a week ago and I feel like shit. I don’t wanna feel like this after a month.”
“It gets better, just gotta try to move on.” I tried comforting him. It made me feel better to help him.
He took a breath and then before I knew it he had moved over and with one hand on the back of my neck he kissed me. He tasted like beer but made up for it with his soft lips and he knew how to use his tongue.
He pulled back and looked away “I’m sorry, I didn’t….I’m sorry”
My eyes were wide open in shock.
“You just made me feel a lot better and it just happened and holy shit, I’m an idiot.” He started mumbling to himself. “I’m straight, I mean I’m not like trying to. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”
“It’s ok man, it’s no big deal. You’re just vulnerable and it happened.” I said trying to collect my own thoughts. “I know you’re straight, you just needed someone to comfort you about your break up and you got caught up. It’s alright, it doesn’t make you gay or anything.”
“Really? I mean I know I’m not gay, but you aren’t mad or anything?”
“No, it’s fine. I mean, I got to kiss a really cute guy haha” I said jokingly trying to break the tension and make light of the situation. “You’re just vulnerable and you are drunk so you had a little lapse in judgment.”
He lifted his head a bit but didn’t look at me. “Um, I’m not like gay, but that made me feel really good.”
When he said that I was curious as to what he was thinking and I was now looking at him not as a guy I just met at a party, but now I started checking him out. He had dark brown hair, buzzed haircut, brown eyes, around six feet tall and average build. He was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt that showed he was not built but not fat, just average size.
He continued talking “I mean, I don’t want you to think that I’m gay and wanna like date or anything but maybe like do something tonight or something if you wanted to.”
I thought about it for a second and figured one night with this guy might not be so bad. No heartbreak, just have some fun and help each other get over our break ups. “So, you saying you want to have sex just tonight and just to move on?”
“Yeah kinda, I mean, I couldn’t really do much cuz I ‘m not gay or nothing. I can kiss but I couldn’t do much else.” He replied.
“Ok, I understand.”
He looked at me and started kissing me again. He held the back of my neck and guided me down to his bed and took off his shirt. He had a hairy chest that led down to his stomach and narrowed as it went down. His chest and nipples had hair all around them with just a line of hair going down across his belly button down his pants. He reached over and turned off the light so I couldn’t see anything anymore. He then went back down to kissing me.
We kissed for a long time before I turned him on his back and undid his jeans. I kissed down his chest stopping at one nipple licking softly then down his stomach. I pulled his pants down as I licked across his stomach and down to his semi hard cock. I could see better now that my eyes had adjusted. He was uncut and I proceeded to put him in my mouth rolling his foreskin around with my tongue and he got hard in a hurry. I slid my tongue under his foreskin swirling around as he began breathing heavy.
He put his hand on my head and began pushing me down on him. He was around six inches and fit mostly in my mouth. He grunted softly as he proceeded pressing my face down on him further and moving his hips slightly fucking my mouth. He tasted amazing but the smell of his sweat was of beer.
He slowed for a moment “Can I fuck you?”
“Yeah” I got excited. I got up as he sat up. I undid my pants and he pulled them off. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out.
“Shit” he mumbled. I can’t get it to work.
He was drunk and couldn’t figure out what side to roll it. I grabbed another and put it on him. He turned me on my stomach and lifted my hips up a little. He leaned down and spit in my crack and then used two fingers to rub it in my hole. “Shit you’re smooth” he didn’t take up any more time. He lined his cock up to my ass and pushed inside of me. He didn’t work his way in very well and needed more lube. He seemed to try to move slow at first but he lost his balance and fell on top of my back forcing his cock all the way inside me all at once. I gasped in pain but he didn’t notice.
“Fuck, you’re tight as hell” he began thrusting in and out of me. “Try to keep it quiet, put your face in the pillow” me told me. I buried my face in his pillow as his thrusts made me moan. He got faster and faster and thrust harder and harder. He was too drunk to tell how hard he was pounding me.
He kept going and going forever making my insides raw. He was riding my ass at the same high intensity for what must have been twenty minutes at least. I was in pain to start then pleasure as he got going then I was in pain again from the constant pounding. I still loved the feeling though it hurt so much. I was just glad he wasn’t bigger than six inches or he would really hurt me. I didn’t know how much longer he was going to fuck me but I knew that the feeling was going to force me to cum very soon.
“You gotta slow down or I’m gonna cum” I told him.
“No, go ahead, I’ll wash the sheets later.” He said panting.
He continued fucking me at this pace pounding as hard as he could with every thrust. I couldn’t take it, I lay there face down in his pillow arms spread at my sides over my head, clenched my fists bit the pillow trying to contain my screams as I blasted my load on his sheets. He didn’t slow down, he kept going fucking me, thrusting over and over and over. The alcohol clearly making him last a crazy amount of time. My whole body felt like it was going numb from his thrusts and my orgasm. He went on for ten more minutes pushing me to nearly cum again before he gave three final thrusts that felt like he was trying to push right through me and he grunted as he came inside of the condom and me. The thrusts made me tighten up and cum which only made him continue cumming even harder.
He pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed. I laid there for a minute catching my own breath when I got a text from Brent that he was looking for me and that they were ready to go. I pulled up my pants, “I gotta go, my friends are looking for me.”
“Ok, thanks for talking with me and everything else” he said. He looked like he was ready to pass out. I reached down and pulled the condom off of him and left him in his room.
My shirt was drenched in both of our sweat and some of my cum so I grabbed a random cup of beer and splashed some on my shirt and looked for Brent and Randy.
“Dude, you’re soaked, what happened?” Brent asked. He was still not overly drunk so he must have hit it off with Michele. Randy was totally gone.
“Somebody spilled beer on me” I replied. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah but Randy can’t walk.” Brent said looking at him in a chair.
“Yeah I can you guys” Randy leaned forward in his chair to get up and nearly fell on the floor. I caught him and helped him to his feet.
I put his arm around my shoulder and basically carried him to Brent’s car. Brent couldn’t really help me with Randy since he was drunk to, but he wasn’t that bad so he could walk on his own. We got almost all the way out to the car when Randy puked all over. He was able to avoid puking on me or him for the most part but got a fair amount on us. I got him to the car and leaned him up against the side.
“Well I guess this shirt isn’t salvageable.” I took off my shirt and dropped on the street corner. I did the same with Randy’s shirt but used a dry part of his shirt to wipe off his face. Brent got in the car and I put Randy in next to him “Keep an eye on him and make sure he pukes out the window if he has to.”
We got back to Brent’s house and surprisingly we got inside and down to his room quietly. Brent went into the bathroom to pee. “I got pee too” Randy said.
I brought Randy in the bathroom. “You need help?” I asked.
“No I get it” He answered and stepped up to the toilet. He was standing ok so I thought he’d be ok. Then before I could take one step away he just started peeing. He didn’t undo his jeans or anything. He just stand up to the toilet and let it go. I hurried over and undid his pants helped him pee.
When he was done I got him undressed and tossed his soaked clothes in the corner and got him in the shower. “Stay there for a minute I’ll be right back” Brent had a nice walk in shower that had a bench but I didn’t trust Randy on it so I put him on the floor.
I stepped out to Brent’s room “Randy pissed himself so I gotta get him in the shower. Do you need anything?” I don’t know why I even asked, While I was saying that I saw him trying to get his shoe off but couldn’t figure it out. The alcohol had caught up to him, but he still wasn’t as bad as Randy so that was my priority.
I grabbed a couple towels from the closet and went back into the bathroom. Randy was still sitting in the shower smiling away. “Did you know I’m naked?” he asked.
“Yes Randy you peed your pants” I replied. He just laughed.
I got undressed and turned on the shower. I lifted him up to the bench and let the water run on him. I squirted body wash on him with one hand while I had to keep my other hand on his shoulder to hold him up. “Ok, I’m gonna have to touch you to clean you off, ok?” I don’t even know why I asked because he just smiled like an idiot. I rubbed him down quickly and rinsed him off and got clean myself. I shut off the water and put a towel around my waist. I picked him up and did the same to Randy. At this point he couldn’t even hold himself up to stand. “Screw it” I said as I bent down, put my shoulder to his stomach, put my arm around his legs and picked him up. That didn’t work so I put his arm around my shoulder and held him up by my head and put my other arm under his legs and lifted him that way.
I got him to Brent’s bed and laid him down. Brent was still trying to get his shoe off. I dried off and put on a pair of clean underwear from Brent’s dresser and went down to help Brent get undressed. I got him undressed and on the couch and gave him the TV remote.
I then went back to the dresser and got another pair of underwear for Randy. Brent had turned on Cinemax and at this time of night it was nothing but porn. I would’ve made him change it, but that was the least of my worries. I went over to Randy and dried him off and put the underwear on him. Then I laid him down on Brent’s bed. I sighed in relief that all of that was done.
Right as I was finally able to sit down Brent said “I gotta pee again, but I can’t get up.”
I got back up, helped Brent to his feet and walked him to the bathroom and now I regretted not making him change the channel. He had a hardon from the porn but I hadn’t noticed quite yet. I held him up and he got his boxers down on his own but started peeing on the wall. I quickly held his dick down to the toilet until he was done.
I got him back to the couch and turned the channel. Randy was passed out. I got a couple garbage cans and put one next to each of them in case they had to puke. I didn’t expect either to puke since Brent rarely ever did and Randy had already puked tonight, but I wanted to cover my bases. After all I never expected to have sex with a straight guy, have to give my best friend a shower because he pissed himself, or that I’d have to hold my other best friends hardon to prevent him from peeing on the wall. This whole night was one shock after the other.
I would’ve expected a night that I had had my hands on three cocks would have been more fun. Granted the first was great but the other two were just work and touching friends like that is just not as exciting. I’ll preempt the question that I know many people would ask. Brent hard was probably around 7 inches. First time I had ever gotten a good look, and in this case feel, of one of my friends with an erection. Seen before, yes, but not this much of a look.
I got both of them in bed/couch and all was taken care of so I got in bed and went to sleep.
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Fantasm

Will’s new old home: Part 1

Ms. Lewis has a session with Pierce, Brook learns about Rachel, and Rachel is completely and totally fucking insane…I mean I created her, but still, she is just crazy, so fucking crazy!!

Fantasy

Genie 1

Genie emerges from a dark green bottle and expertly supplies every sexual vice that Tony Nelson craves.

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Luck and Love: I

I haven’t been able to right in a long time. Michael is a high school student whose luck is finally changing… (P.S.- there’s no sex here, but don’t worry it’s coming.)

True Story

Meeting You

laying my clothes out for later, walking into the bathroom where I drop my robe and step into the shower. The hot water hits my body and instantly my nipples harden. My body is fully awake and aware of what tonight holds. As I let the water run over my body I begin thinking of seeing you later on. Thinking of how you will be dressed, how you will smell, what you will say to me first, or will you just pull me close and kiss me. As I reach for the shampoo it slips out of my hand and hits the floor bringing me back to reality. As I bend over to grab it I think of you taking me from behind. Pounding my ass until both of us quiver in extacy. Running my hands over my body as I lather up, knowing that where my hands are now that ur hands, lips, tongue…breath…will soon be there. My hands travel down my body, stopping for only an instant to feel the heat between my legs, knowing I’m already dripping wet with desire. Running my soapy sponge down my legs then back up, as I drop the sponge on the floor I lean back against the wall of the shower…and slip my fingers in to my pussy…feeling the wetness all around. Pulling on my clit a little imagining that its ur face between my legs and ur teeth pulling on my clit. I raise one leg up resting it on the side of the tub. Slipping my fingers in deeper as the hot water continues to run down my body. Moving my fingers in and out…faster and deeper. Using just one finger at first, then two. As I get closer to the edge my head tilted back, eyes closed, hips grinding into my hand as I release my sweet juices.
After coming down from the orgasm I finish washing and rinsing. Then stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my body. I walk back into the bedroom and start drying off every inch. I proceed to get ready for tonight, you never leaving my mind. Thinking about all the things you might do to my body makes me wet again. But I know I must not leave you waiting to much longer, so I hurry up and finish.
Once I get there to the club I start to look for you. I finally spot you in the corner talking to a young girl. You can tell she’s into you by the way she is holding herself against you. I watch you as you flirt a little with her. I can’t hear what you are saying to her but you are making her laugh. As you turn your head you spot me and start to walk over. My body begins to tingle as I watch you…never taking my eyes off of you. When you come face to face with me…you grab my hand and pull me close. My body against yours, ur mouth is right by my ear, I can feel ur breath. I can also feel ur already semi hard cock thru ur jeans. You hold me close to you for a second then just as you are about to release ur hold on me you run ur hand up my leg and under the skirt grabbing my ass in ur hand. As you do so you hear me gasp you whisper ” a little excited arn’t we” You then turn me around and show me towards the door. As we walk ur body stays close to mine and ur hand rests on the small of my back.
Once outside nothing is said, but you lead me to ur car out in the dark parking lot. You grab my hands and hold them as you lean me against ur car. Kissing me on my jaw…then moving down a little to my neck. I try to let go of ur hands to touch you but you don’t let go. You pin me there while you move down my body showering me with ur kisses all over my neck and chest. Pressing my body into urs, wanting to feel more of you. Your hands roam over my body, causing me to become breathless from ur touch. you You let go of my hands as you move urs up my skirt once again but this time you don’t stop with just a handfull of ass…you pull me closer to you as you grind ur hips into mine. Pulling my panties down as ur lips leave a hot trail on my neck, up to my lips where you suck on my bottom lip…then biting on it. I moan as I wrap my arms around ur body, placing them on ur ass, pulling you closer into me. You place ur hands on my hips and put me up onto the hood of the car. Your hands roaming all over my body….you pull my skirt up some and slip ur finger into my hot snatch. Working my hard clit…slipping ur fingers inside my hole slowly….all the way….then stopping as you use ur thumb to tease my clit. Finding my gspot, wiggling ur fingers inside me….hooking ur fingers inside….you feel the walls of my pussy tighten and then you feel the flood of my release as I arch beneath you…grabbing you and pulling you close to me. You pull ur fingers out and bring them up to my mouth, I take them into my mouth and suck them. Using ur free hand u undo ur jeans…you take ur fingers out of my mouth and ram them back inside me…getting them all wet again. As you slide them out you slide ur hard cock inside me and allow me to lick my juices off ur fingers again. pulling me to the edge of the car….you begin moving slowly in and out of me. Placing ur hands on my hips you start moving faster, biting me all over my neck….fucking me harder…..thrusting as deep as you can. I begin to moan louder, meeting each of ur thrusts. As my pussy tightens around ur cock you pump harder into me, until ur cum fills me. Sending me over the edge again. Our nuts mixed together running out of me…you collapse on to me as you lay there to regain urself. Once calmed down you start to help me down off ur car. A passionate kiss is exchanged and then you open the door of the car for me to get in. As you shut the door and walk around to the other side I can’t help but to think that we’re just getting started!!

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Baggy Trousers – Sex on London Tube

I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I passed him on the platform. What struck me about him was his short, unruly pale ginger hair, strikingly pale-blue eyes and his baggy beige cotton trousers, worn below a plain white polo shirt and a green blazer. He was young, about 22, and his face was clean-shaven with freckles over his nose and cheeks. He was short and rather cute.

Fantasy

I Had No Choice 3

I awoke that very early that morning in the hospital, lying uncomfortably next to my wife Rachel, still in her smock, fresh from delivering our two twin girls, Kristine and Katherine, into the world. The memories of the last day of chaos and shock all came back to me in their beauty and horror. I gazed at the seat in the room, seeing the duffle bag that my adulteress student who I’ve been giving ‘tutoring’ at her mother’s request had packed. My thoughts couldn’t stay away from the way I’d taken and defiled my marriage bed with her supple young body. I felt my boner, already hard from my dreams, just throb thinking about it again and it filled me once more with shame.
I hadn’t realized Rachel was already awake, but she laughed and reached a hand over to my groin and squeezed my morning wood. “Looks like someone is up?” Then she smiled up at me and I could literally feel her love for me. “I’m sorry I’ve not paid much attention to you these last few months. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I almost cried. “No. You’ve needed more attention than me.” The guilt of my cheating ways ripped at my heart. She just smiled and kissed me.
“I’m still really sore, down there, but this…” she indicated to an IV in her arm that I’d barely seen, “has some good stuff in it!” She chuckled then hugged me again. We hugged for a time until a nurse brought in some food for Rachel and some papers for us to sign. An hour later she had dressed and I walked while the nurse wheeled Rachel, sitting in a wheelchair due to hospital policy, came to the nursery.
We gazed in at the two little clear plastic cribs that held our girls, wrapped loosely in fluffy pink blankets. They were amazingly beautiful little wonders. We nearly cried again as we each were given one to hold as we prepared to head home. The nurses had given them formula late night, but were already hungry, and Rachel just acted naturally, and bulled her shirt up to offer them each a teat and nurse on, taking them both to her breasts. I wheeled her out to our car and after a bit of figuring out how to actually install the two car seats I’d bought last month in my car, we eventually got home.
Now we were hungry as well, so I made breakfast, which we ate in bed with the babies. The girls were ready for napping again, and we put them each in a extra large crib I’d pulled into the bedroom. It blocked up my whole side of the bed, but that didn’t matter to me in the least. Even though I knew it was going to be a rough couple of weeks without sleep, I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful little wonders.
We slept more, woken a few hours later by hungry babies, and I made lunch, and Rachel was still taking pain pills every few hours as well. The day seemed to repeat that process until that evening when the doorbell rang. As she’d promised my wife, Judy and her daughter Becky were here for dinner. We’d been so busy that I’d forgotten all about them coming over to fawn over our babies some more. Rachel was so please she nearly milked her shirt, and had to immediately get a baby latched to one of her full tits. I couldn’t help but look at Becky for an instant, realizing that even though she was young, her breasts were already bigger than my wife’s fully milk-laden ones which must have grown a cup size from the way they’d grown. My brain then gave me no choice but to imagine Becky’s breasts swollen with milk and grown even larger as well.
Realizing I was staring at Becky’s bosom for too long, I shook my head of adulterous thoughts and moved to the kitchen to cook for the party. I was cooking when I felt a hand squeeze my butt and whipped my head around, expecting to yell at Becky for touching me here, but lost my voice when I saw it was Judy instead. “Easy Tiger… Becky was right, you sure are on edge.” I couldn’t say anything, and just listened to her while I went back to cooking. “She said you were very rough yesterday.”
I looked at her trying to figure out how to apologize or explain, but she stopped me with a finger to my lips. “She wanted to say thank you and wished you were more forceful and took charge more often, but didn’t want to say anything here because of a promise she’d made to you. She knows you’re going to be busy for a while, and that even if it’s over between you two, she’s grateful for the time she had with you. That’s all, no strings attached.” Then she winked at me, turned and sauntered back to the living room to rejoin the baby shower.
I served dinner and actually enjoyed the meal. For once I didn’t feel like an adulterer any more, with Judy’s little talk. Becky and Judy were both pleasant and Rachel was radiantly happy. After the meal I cleaned the dishes and Rachel asked Becky to help me with so she could talk to Judy in private about ‘motherhood’ issues. She happily agreed and I washed, while she dried. It wasn’t sexual, or school related, and we both just talked about my babies non-stop. After we were done, we came back in and Rachel and Becky were whispering, but stopped as we entered, with wide grins on their faces. I guess they were talking about either me or Becky, but probably in relation to babies.
That’s when Judy said, “Well, tomorrow is still a school night for you young lady, so I think it’s time to head back home.”
“But Mom! It’s not even 8 o’clock!” Becky almost whined.
“Yes, but these two need some time alone…” She said with a knowing smile.
“Oh. Sorry. Congratulations again. Goodnight!” And smiling and skipping out, the two Whitmore girls left.
As soon as their car was out the yard I was surprised again, but this time by Rachel who, having just finished another feeding had gotten behind me and goosed my ass as well. I turned and kissed my playful wife and she looked like the cat that ate the canary as she pulled me by my hand into the bedroom.
Once there she kissed me deeply and said, “Now, you sir, deserve a reward for being the most patient and loving husband that a woman like me could want.” God she always turned me on, and after this many years really knew how to stroke my ego. I kissed her deeply and fully.
I hugged her deeply to me and after a moment broke it off with a little start as her nipples wetly pressed through her shirt and into my own shirt and chest. She laughed and said, “Sorry. I’m going to be milky for a while yet.”
I grinned and slyly said, “Good, then there will be plenty for me as well.” Then I pushed her back on the bed more roughly than I’d done in the better part of a year due to her pregnancy. She laughed and didn’t stop me from pushing up her braless shirt and gently cupping her two breasts. I massaged and gently squeezed watching them ooze a little milk. Rachel squirmed a little, but really began moaning when I lowered my head to her tit and licked up her thick creamy milk around the nipple. After it was clean I sucked in the teat and suckled, just as my daughters had, taking a nice long drink of her hot breast milk. After a few slurps I switched breasts and gave her sister the same treatment.
Rachel said with lust, “You have no idea how good that feels.” She reached down and put her hand on my groin, gripping my hardening member tightly. After a few more minutes on her tits she pushed me up and said, “It’s your turn now.” She undid my pants and adroitly pulled them free along with my underwear. She then grabbed my mostly hard cock and looked at it up close. “Did I ignore you too much?” She squeezed it making my head swell up more. “I guess so.” Then she kissed him on the head and began rubbing my base and shaft up and down.
It felt great to have my wife back after all these months of celibacy between us. And while I knew I could never tell her, she almost felt like the other woman after having taken Becky’s virginity a few weeks ago and since then been regularly fucking her brains out in our after school ‘study sessions’ her mother had set up with my wife’s permission. And only my wife didn’t know the truth.
With these crazy thoughts whizzing through my head I almost didn’t realize how much it really turned me on until Rachel said, “Wow… I think you’re bigger than I’d ever seen you. I must have really not done my proper wifely duties. Well, I’d better do what I can to fix that.” She grinned a crooked smile then did her level best to devour my cock.
Her practiced style and skills felt great compared to Becky’s inexperience but eagerness to learn. By brain had no choice but to compare the way they worked my meat, both wanting only to please me. Becky would be terrific in time, but still had to learn the fine techniques that Rachel had mastered. And Rachel would occasionally deep-throat me and get her lips almost to my base, which really turned me on, while Becky would gag with only half of my penis between her pretty lips.
I just sat back and really enjoyed the stress free feeling of my wife’s loving tongue, lips, and throat all caressing the center of my being. It wasn’t going to make me cum, as she knew I had never cum from oral sex alone. Back in college she’d lost twenty dollars betting me she could get me off with that way alone. That was also the first time I’d made love to her, and that twenty dollar bill was still in one of my sock drawers. I thought about the wild times I’d had in college exploring sex before I’d met Rachel, and though that she would be the last woman he’d ever need. And I knew that was true, even if a small part of me still instinctually desired to spread my seed in every womb I could.
After her divine oral caresses of my cock had me throbbing she looked up at me lovingly, nuzzling my hardness between her lovely bloated breasts. “I’m sorry I cannot give you more than this, but my area down there is still sore from moving two watermelons through it. I know I haven’t showed you, or talked about it, but the OBGYN said to wait 4 to 6 weeks to give it time to heal.” She looked only slightly sad as she squeezed me between those lovely breasts, still leaking a little milk into my curly fuzz. “I do have a surprise for you however…” and her grin made me shiver.
“OK, I’m game… what is it?” I asked casually.
“Me.” A female voice came from the doorway behind me. I spun my head sharply, totally not expecting anyone else in my house other than me and my wife. I was totally blown over at what I saw. Judy clad only in a sexy black teddy. Her red hair was flowing down her shoulders and the lace teddy left little to the imagination, but it lifted her giant breasts and erotically lined and shaped her body. She was in her mid-forties, but you couldn’t tell she was over thirty, or a mother of a young adult daughter for that matter, by just looking at her hot body. Totally speechless she wagged her hips and tits as she sauntered over to me and sat next to me on the bed. “Rachel asked me to come over to help reward you for being the man of her dreams.”
I looked down at her is shock, not believing my wife could have planned this. She was wild in her college days as well, and was renowned for her expert cock sucking skills, which was how we’d met in the first place, but she’d never given any indication of any willingness to expand our horizons in such a way. I know that we’d talked about it once when we dated about sexual fantasies, and like every guy a two-girl threesome is a dream come true, but she said she loved my cock in her own pussy too much to share.
“Well, since I cannot please you the way I want to, this was the only other option. And I’d been talking to Judy, and she recommended a hooker. But I couldn’t do that, I didn’t want you doing some dirty slut who might have some disease, and asked her, since she’s not got anyone, if she could help me please you.”
It all sounded so simple and proper when Rachel said it. Like that’s just the way things are. “Besides, back in my psych class I learned that a man needs release his seed,” she squeezed me hard, making me throb fiercely in her hand, “or he will stray. Now we wouldn’t want that now would we?” God’s I wanted to confess right there and then about me and Becky, and I just might have had Judy not been right there. My eyes wandered up and down her body again, and I oozed precum all over Rachel’s hands and tits.
“So he really cannot cum orally?” Judy asked Rachel while kneeling next to her on the floor.
Ignoring me completely, they talked, “Nope. Believe me, in college I lost twenty dollars trying for over an hour.”
“Really? Wow. I never had a guy how could last longer than ten minutes of blowing before he came.”
“I know! I once sucked of five cocks in an hour between classes in High School. They called me the Cum Guzzling Queen, but not Ed here. He will only cum in a pussy.”
“What about anally?”
“Well, we tried it a little, but… It feels great for the first inch, but after that it just hurts too much for me.”
I felt like I had to interject there “And I’m not into that anyway.”
“Really? Every guy I’d ever slept with just wanted to jump my ass.” Judy laughed.
“I couldn’t get into it, even though porn always plays it up, I couldn’t get the picture out of my head that it could be a guy I was fucking.” I confessed.
“I never thought about it that way, but it makes sense I suppose. Guys do seem really homophobic.” Judy reasoned. “Not like girls who are all a little bi.”
“Yea, right.” I laughed.
“No it’s true. Were jealous, conniving, vindictive, hypercritical, bitches, but every girl has at least an experimental phase to test their natural urges to bong with other women.” Judy said with a completely straight face.
I looked back at Rachel, who’d just continued to rub my cock during this intellectual discussion. Seeing me look at her made her cheeks redden with embarrassment. After a moment of silence she broke down and stopped rubbing my cock, “OK! Yes… I spent a week once in college with a girl, but we were just experimenting. We both moved on once we got boyfriends again.” I was just staring at her. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve never told you, but it was just a phase.”
“That’s not what you said last week when you begged me to lick your pussy.” Judy shot back.
There was more shocked silence, and Rachel’s cheeks burned even redder. “You… She… But… You were still pregnant though?”
“I’m sorry honey. I was too embarrassed to talk to you.” Rachel confessed in a fast blur of words. “The last month of my pregnancy, I was so horny all the time! I was masturbating like crazy, and I needed some release. I know I was the one who was always pushing for kids, and I thought you wouldn’t want to touch me since I was so ugly and bloated.”
“That’s not true! I loved you and would have done anything for you! You said you wanted to hold off on sex these last few months, for the babies’ sake.” I shot back, almost mad.
“The doctor’s said I had too, not that I didn’t want too. And you seemed to just ignore me after that…”
More silence followed until Judy piped up, “Sheesh! Look at you two! Both horny as hell, and completely in love with each other. Look, life isn’t perfect, but the only thing that matters is love. Rachel, you love Ed and want him right?” She nodded silently like a child being scolded. “And Ed, you love Rachel and want her as well?” I nodded the same as my wife had. “Well that isn’t that all that matters? There are going to be things you have no choice about how your bodies work, but as long as you both love each other, Get Over It!”
It must have looked completely ridiculous being lectured about love from a woman ten years older than us, being the only clothed individual in the room, and she was just in lingerie. “Now…” she continued looking at me, “Yes, I’ve been giving Rachel some sexual release, but now she has asked me to do the same for you. Do you love Rachel enough to accept that or should I get dressed and go?”
I was silent for a moment but said, “Rachel, I have always loved you and I need you to know that I would do anything… everything, for you.”
She smiled, looking up at me from my knees, getting a little teary eyed, “I know.” She got up and hugged me tight.
After a minute we pulled back, kissed, and she laughed. “Well, look like I’ve done a horrible job for you so far, Little Ed is unimpressed.” Looking down I saw I’d become totally unaroused, despite having two very beautiful women offering to please me. If it hadn’t happened I say it wouldn’t have been possible, but there I was, shrunken to a limp noodle.
“Well than, we’ve got some work to do then don’t we?” Judy stated flatly to Rachel and reached one hand to my groin. Rachel, wiping tears away with one hand, nodded and reached her other hand to join with Judy’s, grasping my ball sack.
Soon they were both massaging and stroking my small package with their soft and dexterous fingers. It felt great, but for some reason he refused to grow right off. “Looks like he needs a more serious kick start…” Judy said. Then with her other hand she reached behind Rachel’s head and pulled her to her own. Rachel was surprised and a little shocked when their lips met in a sapphiric kiss.
This was the first time I’d ever seen my wife do anything with another woman, and that made my small cock instantly kick-start back to life. While it was static for the first few seconds, Judy was persistent, and soon Rachel, to my utter shock and delight, relaxed and put her arms around Judy and opened her mouth to her. The moment grew, both of them getting deeper and deeper into their lesbian kiss and made out like lovers do. When they finally broke Judy turned to look back at my cock with approval. “Yup, that gets them every time.”
Rachel slowly turned again to me as well and giggled like a little girl at my hardness, “Oh, my pussy is on fire. I long to have you in there again, but I’m still to stretched and sore.” She dropped a hand down her belly and rubbed her clit slowly.
“Well, I think I can help both of you at the same time then.” Judy said while she stood up. She held a hand to Rachel and helped her up as well and led her to the open side of the bed. “Lie down,” she told her. Rachel sat onto the bed, and I could see clearly for the first time, her distended pussy and stitches that were just at the bottom of her cunt on the little flap of skin that connected to her ass. Just looking at it made my own ass hurt with sympathy pain. I hadn’t realized that was why she was still in pain.
Judy knelt onto the center of the bed and turned to my wife. She leaned over and kissed her deeply, making my cock throb again. My naked, and still puffy bellied wife, with a sexy redhead in striking black lingerie above her and between her legs, making out in front of me. Judy straightened up, pulled down her lacy black panties and threw them to the side of the bed, winking as me, then backed up and placed her face right into Rachel’s pussy.
My wife howled with pleasure like I’d never seen. “OH FUCK YEA!” For a woman who took care of preschoolers, it always struck me as funny how she had such a dirty mouth when she got really turned on during sex. I couldn’t move for the first few minutes, just aroused to watch Judy lick and flick Rachel’s clit with her sexy tongue. I reached down and stoked my cock while watching them go at it, finally getting back full strength.
Judy stopped her ministrations and looked back at me, wagging her hips and naked pussy at me, “Waiting for a written invitation?” She then went back to sucking on Rachel’s clit.
My wife then begged me, “Oh Honey! She feels so good! Please… Oh please fuck her good, OH FUCK!”
I had no choice but to join in after that. I knelt on the end of the bed, now full with female flesh and crept up behind Judy’s inviting posterior. I rand a hand up her fishnet clad legs, and along the garter straps that ran over each cheek of her ass, and up to her brazier laced back. Then I placed a hand onto her moistening honey pot. It was thick with dark curly hair, still red, but darker than her striking main of hair on her head, but it was soft to the touch.
I rubbed her clit, making her squirm and moan around my wife’s cunt, then dipped my middle finger into her vagina. It slid in easier than I thought it would for someone who hadn’t had a man for the better part of twenty years. But then I didn’t really know that much about Judy, other than her teenage daughter and how her husband had left her over a decade ago. Really that was it, but it didn’t matter that much to me right now, for she gripped and held my probing finger with such strength that I could wait to put my cock into this lovely MILF.
I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick passage, wetting my head and shaft. Then I lined up and sunk deep into her in only a single stroke. I was impressed with her vaginal control, since she opened up and her cunt literally sucked in my cock. I’d never had a girl who could do that. I’ve been told that my 9 inch penis is thicker and bigger than most other guys, and I’ve always had to work it in, no matter how wet she was. Then Judy went to the grip she had before and made me yelp in surprise.
I withdrew and plunged back in, grabbing her hips and rocking slowly back and forth. Good that felt good. For a few moments I felt like I was fucking Becky again, but Judy’s wider hips, controlled vaginal muscles, and her flaming red hair gave her a distinct feeling. I rocked back and forth, enjoying her cunt immeasurably.
My wife moaned more as I fucker her clit licker. “Is it good Honey? Is she a good fuck? OH, GOD!” I could tell she was getting really close, so I rocked harder and slammed into Judy hard and fast, feeling her cunt literally trying to milk my cock. Judy did a great job keeping her head glued to Rachel’s cunt as I pounded her. Only moments later Rachel was screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’m so Fucking hot! OH GOD! I’M CUMMING!” She grabbed the back of Judy’s head and her cute face scrunched in a powerful orgasm. It was so erotic and Judy’s cunt felt so good that I tried to cum with her, but Judy backed up, making me sit back, as she withdrew her face from Rachel’s pussy, making me wait, still lodged in her pussy.
Rachel’s last throws of orgasm subsided as we watched, with Judy just sitting back on my cock, only holding it tight for a few moments. Judy then asked, “Rache, is it OK if I use Ed to get me off too? I haven’t had a man since Becky father left and he feels REALLY good.” She gyrated her hips on me moaning.
Rachel smiled and knelt in front of us, “Of course Jude. Edward Honey, can you hold off long enough for Judy here to cum too?”
“Anything for you my love.” I answered, almost unable to believe the reality of that question. Judy then began to rise and fall on my lap, fucking herself on my cock. Rachel smiled and leaned forward, and I could tell from the way that Judy gasped and moaned louder that my wife was playing and licking her tits. Judy rode my cock with zeal, making me feel terrific. Soon I felt Rachel reach a hand under me between our legs. One hand frisked Judy’s clit and my cock sliding in and out of her cunt, but her other hand cupped and kneaded my balls.
I was unsure if I could last long enough, but with the added stimulation on her clit Judy’s determined riding of my cock turned more to desperation and became quicker. She was the quiet type, only moaning in between short breaths and soon groaned out as she shook with the throws of her gushing orgasm. Her cunt quivered and squirted her girl-cum all over my cock and legs. I’d done a squirter in my college days, but it really turned me on knowing that she came so hard on my cock.
She quivered and moaned for a few minutes before turning and asking me, “You sure do have some saying power! I can see why she loves you so much.” I got the feeling that she was talking about Becky and not Rachel, but didn’t give me time to respond. “Well this will get you off.” She pulled herself off my cock and had Rachel sit back on the bed, turned over and laid her head in my wife’s lap. Then she spread her long legs and into almost a split. “Now Rachel, tell him to get his ass over here and fuck me hard.”
Rachel gave me her sexy eyes and sultry voice, “Come on Honey. I know you wanna cum, and I want lick you’re spooge out of her dirty cunt.”
A heart-attack couldn’t have stopped me. I almost leaped on her and slammed my throbbing cock into Judy’s hot juicy snatch. My wife whispered dirty things in my ear as I fucked harder than I ever thought I could. “I know you tight balls need to shoot your salty load, so spray it all over her fucking pussy. That tight unused cunt feels great doesn’t it? I know it does so cum in the bitch. Show her you love it. Do it! Fill that fucking slut!”
I slammed hard and fast, nailing Judy into the bed. Between her moaning softly, and my wife’s dirty talk, I had no choice about pulling out. I came just as she said ‘slut’ with possibly the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It ripped a scream from my normally silent lungs and I burst what felt like gallons of cum so deep into Judy sucking womb that it made her scream as I thrashed inside her. My whole body contracted and shook and I drilled her full of my white gold. I would have half a breath before another contraction shook me, sending more and more of my semen into her depths. After five explosive shots of cum, I shoot softly, with only much smaller contractions still squirted out more of my drizzle.
Rachel hugged me tight while I continued to shake in Judy’s full cunt, and Judy just moaned out, “God I’ve never been so full.”
After I softened, still leaking out cum, I sat back and Rachel greedily sank her head down and gently sucked me clean. Judy, just lay back, still paralyzed from the harsh cunt beating I’d given her. When Rachel was satisfied no more of my cum was going to come out she kissed my cockhead and said, “Mmmm, she’s sure is tasty. Sit back and enjoy my love.” Then she turned about and sank her head to Judy’s cum-oozing cunt. Judy went crazy, shaking and moaning as my wife licked and sucked out as much of my sperm as she could from the cream pie I’d just given her.
After a few minutes she lifted her head and moved up to Judy’s face. I thought they were going to kiss again, but then Rachel let a long thick rope of my jism that she’d sucked out of Judy’s cunt stretch down to Judy. When that well fucked beauty saw what my wife intended, she opened her mouth wide, letting a long stream of pass from Rachel’s mouth and into Judy’s. God it was so hot that I did twitch out another glob of man-milk on my leg from my almost soft cock. When it was almost gone Rachel followed it down and kissed Judy deeply and swishing my cum around between their mouths.
After they had finished my wife eased onto her side and mirrored my own thoughts, “God it was so hot!” All she got back were breathless groans of agreement from both Judy and I. “I really love you Ed, and I never thought I could share you, but I knew you’d rip me back open if you did that to me.” She then rubbed her stitched and sore pussy gently.
“Oh, I think he did rip me open.” Judy groaned, “But damn that felt good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real man…” with that Judy excused herself to the bathroom to dress and cleanup, Rachel checked on the babies and I just laid down and feel asleep exhausted. I slept until morning when a screaming newborn woke me. I woke Rachel, who was asleep next to me. She proceeded to feed the kids and I made breakfast. As we ate and discussed last night’s events, and her discussion with Judy after I collapsed. We all really liked it and Rachel had scheduled a repeat performance at the end of the week.
God, what had I done to deserve a wife so considerate and loving? I kissed her and hugged her tight. “You know I love you more and more each day.”
“I know.” She sighed contented, “But you have to admit that was a great night last night…”
I had no choice but to agree, “Yes… Yes it was.”

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