My Game At the Game

Short Story

I wasn’t all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although he’s an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren’t my thing
I’d seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out when he suggested that I wear a particular micro-mini skirt of mine, along with a little white, cotton top that is very revealing.

I really don’t know why I bought that ridiculously tiny skirt in the first place; to tease my husband with I suppose. It’s flared and made of the softest, thinnest cloth that flounces about with every movement and is terrible in any sort of breeze; I don’t know how many times I’ve had it blow up around my hips and shown off my panties.
Anyway, I’ve been quite embarrassed the few times that I’ve worn it in public.

Well, the Saturday came and at least it was a lovely, warm, sunny day. I don’t think that I’d have been too keen to go if it had been cold and rainy.
I dressed as my husband wanted, and to tell the truth, felt half naked and protested that I couldn’t wear such an outfit. Rob was so enthusiastic though, that in the end I went as he desired. (The things that we do to please men.)
The top that I had on is a little, thin, hugging, cotton one, that, because I wear no bra with it, shows off my small breasts and is almost obscene the way that my nipples bulge out. That, along with the tiny little flared skirt with just a pair of panties underneath, and sandals on my feet, made up my costume. You can see why I felt a bit embarrassed at appearing amongst the largely male crowd.

I was pleased when Rob said that we’d drive the car rather than take a train or bus; I’d be exposed enough as it was without going on public transport.

We drove to the ground, and parked the car nearby. As soon as we joined the crowds of people streaming towards the ground, I could see everyone having a good long look at me.
Men don’t know what it’s like to be always getting scrutinised the way women are when ever we wear anything a bit sexy. And of course there’s the difference between just looking, and openly staring the way that men do when we dress a little bit daring. They seem to think that because a woman is scantily clad, they have the right to blatantly stare.
Anyhow, that’s how it was as we walked towards the ground.
One rough group of men even called out, “Ooo baby, I can almost see it.”  Rob just laughed and said that I had plenty of admirers.

I was relieved when we finally got to our seats so that I could sit down out of the general gaze.
We were on an upper level, and just a couple of rows from the front. It was quite interesting watching all of the comings and goings and general activity prior to the game.
We didn’t have to wait long though, before play started, and after a short while I began to find it a bit tedious even though all of the fans around about were so enthralled.
Eventually I decided to go and get some coffee from one of the food stands that we’d passed on the way to our seats. I tugged at my husband’s sleeve to gain his attention to tell him where I was off to.

Luckily, we were just a couple of seats in from the end of the row, because it was embarrassing squeezing past the couple of men on the end. Once past them and out to the stairs that led up through all of the tiers of seating, I was daunted at having to make my way up all of those stairs in my little skirt. I knew that at every step, as I raised each knee, the hem of my skirt would lift and almost certainly show a glimpse of my panties. Sitting in the seats I had needed to keep my legs firmly together and to fold my hands in my lap, but I could hardly walk up the long flight of stairs holding my hands in front of my pussy.

I hesitated momentarily, but then, grasping the side of my skirt in one hand to try to keep it down, I began my ascent.
I tried not to look directly at all of the men in the stands on either side of me, instead keeping my gaze on the steps, but I could nevertheless tell that all eyes were fixed on me as I made my way.
I became more and more embarrassed, and by the time that I reached the top rows of the stand, I could feel my face glowing red with the shame of being so perved on by the hundreds of men.

Attaining the top of the rows of seating, I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way along the largely deserted galleries of the huge concrete structure of the stadium.
I immediately heard a footfall behind me of someone who must also have come from the stairway I had ascended. A guy came alongside of me and I heard him saying, in such a straightforward, matter of fact tone of voice, and with something of a chuckle, “that would have to be the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.”
I turned and looked up to him in some shock at his so blatant comment about my dress. He was tallish, dark and swarthy, but with an open and smiling face, though not the sort of person who would ever attract me.

I was, as I said, somewhat shocked and didn’t know what, if anything, to say in reply. I did find myself replying though; “gosh, you don’t have to be so ……….. ,” but then my words tailed off as I was lost how to describe his boldness.
He simply laughed. “Aw c’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not here to show yourself off.”

I really didn’t like the look of this man, but I nevertheless felt sexual stirrings mingled with the extreme embarrassment that I felt.
“I could see your little pink panties all the way up those stairs,” the guy snickered.
I gave an audible little gasp at his words. “Do you have to be so rude,” I said, trying to make my voice sound disdainful.
“You’re the one who’s rude,” he laughed, then added, “lewd even.”
Goodness! I could feel my face glowing with shame.

It was no distance to the food and drink stand, and we’d now reached it. There were a small number of people standing at the counter waiting to be served, and I took up my position there with the guy also moving in close to my side.
I was there just a moment when I jumped in alarm and gave a shrill little squeal. The guy had placed his hand firmly on my bottom. The other customers looked around to see what the disturbance was.
I tried to move away from the guy but he simply took a step to come close again.
Again I felt his hand on my bottom, and I pushed him away. “Will you stop that,” I complained in a hushed voice, not wanting to attract more attention.
The woman behind the counter, having been attending to a man alongside, now turned to serve me. I ordered coffee, and as I was being served I felt the guys hand caressing my bottom. I moved slightly, but to no effect, but not wanting to make a scene I had no option but to do nothing further. The guy, leaning closer, had said to the woman, “make that two coffees please.”
As soon as the woman turned her back, I pushed the guy’s hand away. “Stop it,” I whispered again, frowning slightly.

The coffees were brought, and the guy paid for both. “Come and sit over here and we’ll drink them,” the guy said in his continuing friendly, undeterred tone of voice.
I considered for a moment, and then said “I suppose that I might as well, you’ll only follow me where ever I go.”
The guy made a couple of frivolous comments, then asked which team I followed.
“Oh neither,” I replied, “I just came with my husband.”
“Ah, I wondered who you would have come with. You’d hardly come by yourself dressed like that.” He then continued, “doesn’t your husband object to you showing yourself off for everyone to perv on?”
His words made me feel a tingle of excitement. “No, he likes me wearing this skirt,” I replied.
What he next asked made me gasp. “Do you fuck around with other guys?”

“Oh God, you’re so crude,” I gasped.  
He just laughed at my words and stood up. He slightly thrust his hips forward and said, “you’d like this wouldn’t you baby.”
He’d stood close before me, and I couldn’t help but see the outline of his large and hard cock bulging under the front of his pants as he thrust it forward.
Again I gave a little cry of surprise, and I couldn’t help but stare at the shape of his cock in his pants.

He was leaning towards me, taking my hand. “C’mon baby, it’s deserted up the end there.”
My heart was pounding as he gently pulled me to my feet.
He kept a hold of my hand and I found myself walking with him towards a deserted part of the understructure of the stands. My mind was in shock. “No, I can’t,” I said in a soft and meek voice. He took no notice.
Leading me into an alcove he took me behind one of the large steel pillars.
I was mesmerised as he quickly ran his zipper down and took his beautiful hard cock out. Taking my hand he put it on his cock and was then leaning forward kissing me on my mouth as I grasped the warm, hard, bare flesh of his hard, erect cock.

I felt his parted lips on mine. I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. I let my mouth open slightly and his tongue found mine and licked. I began to kiss back, also using my tongue. We were panting, now kissing with passionate lust. I felt his hand grope its way under my skirt and press against my pussy. Now his fingers were pushing under my pants and sliding into my suddenly wet and slippery vagina. I squeezed his gorgeous cock and slid my fingers up and down it.
My panties were pulled down around my thighs. He was pressing close to me. I felt his cock probing around my pussy. I could hear people walking nearby, “no, no, not here,” I gasped.

His mouth left mine, panting lustfully. “Come to the toilets, I’ll fuck you there,” he said somewhat roughly.
He’d done up his pants and was leading me by the hand before my mind even came to grips with what he’d said. “God, what if we’re seen going in,” the thought raced through my brain.

We were approaching the toilets. He was leading me towards the door with the sign that said “MENS.”  I’d somehow not thought of going in there. I pulled back. “No I can’t,” I pleaded in a weak voice.
“I’ll make sure it’s ok,” he said, and he left me standing there while he took the few steps to the door and momentarily disappeared inside. He was back almost immediately and grabbed my hand, “come on baby.”
I let myself be almost pulled forward, and we went through the door marked “MENS.”
I gave a little gasping yell of horror as I saw a number of men standing at a urinal. I froze but was wrenched forward and pulled behind the guy into one of the cubicles.
“Bend over baby, I’ll fuck you like a dog,” the guy said as he eagerly dragged his pants down then got behind me and pulled my panties off my bum.
He more or less shoved me down into a bending position. I felt his hands grasp my hips and his cock locate my wet and slippery pussy, then easily slide right in. “Fuck, you’re ready for this aren’t you,” he sneered, no doubt referring to just how wet my pussy was.
He fucked me with deep, rapid plunges of his cock into my vagina.

I moved my feet a little further apart and lowered my shoulders a little more so that my backside lifted more into the air for him to fuck me.
I was panting lustfully as I considered that it was almost unbelievable to me that this thing had happened. Even though I’d not gotten over my nervousness about those other men outside, I felt so beautifully dirty at the thought of being fucked by a total stranger, in the men’s toilet block, while my husband was nearby happily watching the game.
Oh my God, how lustful I felt being fucked in that way. How I panted and gave moans of delight. How I rocked back and forth with the thrusts of his cock. How I shoved myself back onto his gorgeous, big, hard cock in response to his own lustful thrusts.

It was all over in a couple of minutes. It had been so crude and dirty, fucked like a whore, with no love only sexual desire.
I felt both lustful and frustrated as the guy pulled away and began pulling his pants up. I did, in a way, feel excited satisfaction at having done such an obscene, crude thing, but I’d really wanted more fucking.

I pulled my panties up and was adjusting my skirt when I jumped with fright at hearing a voice just above my head, saying, “how was the slut, a good fuck?”
I looked up staring in disbelief. A guy was looking over the adjoining wall of the cubicle, and had apparently been watching us fucking.
The guy who had taken me there, also looked up in surprise, but then simply broke into a grin and answered, “Yeh, she fucks like a whore.”
I felt myself blush with shame, but at the same time felt so lustful at the crudeness of the way I was being looked upon by these two men.

The man disappeared from his position looking over the wall.
The guy that I was with slipped the bolt of the door. I moved closer to him and took his hand for protection, ready for us to quickly get out of the toilet and away from there.
On opening the door however, our way was blocked by, not only the man who had watched over the wall, but two others as well.
I didn’t consider it at the time, but later on knew that these other two must have been watching through the cracks at the edge of the door.

Anyhow, on us opening the door of the cubicle, one of these men outside said, in a tone which implied that it was the obvious thing to do, “my turn next.”
My mind wasn’t functioning normally in this extreme situation which was totally outside my level of experience. I moved to make a run for it out of the toilet, but the guy who’s hand I’d taken for protection, now hung on to me tightly. “Why not,” he laughed.

This took literally no more than a few seconds, during which fleeting time I hardly had time to think, even if I could have thought straight.
A moment later I was being bent over and my panties were down around my thighs again.
I felt hands on my waist, and then a cock plunging into my sperm filled pussy.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my fear being assuaged by my feelings of surging lust as I was being fucked by this guy who’s face I’d hardly glimpsed.

They’d not even taken me back into the cubicle, and there I was being fucked dog fashion, with the other three men all around me.
As I say, the new guy was fucking me in absolutely no time flat, and while it was happening I’d seen one of the other men opening the front of his pants and lifting a magnificent hard cock into view. “Let’s fuck her mouth,” this guy said, moving in front of me.
The man who’d originally taken me there, released my hand which he’d still been holding firmly, and I then clutched the other guy’s legs and eagerly took his beautiful. gorgeous big cock into my mouth and began sucking up and down its entire length, working my tongue over and around the hard, bulbous head of it.

I became oblivious to everything but the cocks that were fucking my mouth and pussy. I lurched about impaled on the cocks as I was thrust around with the hard, driving thrusts of the man fucking me from behind.

“What the hell” I heard someone exclaim, and I realised that it was two men who had just entered the toilet block.
“Who’s the slut?” one of them asked as they came up. “Just some fucking whore I picked up,” my original adulterer replied. “Her husband’s out in the stands watching the game,” he added with a laugh.

The man fucking my pussy began moaning loudly and lustfully as he pummelled my slurping vagina which was sending trickles of sperm and my own lustful juices down the insides of my thighs. He clutched my back and panted with exhaustion. I knew that his sperm had filled my pussy.
In just a moment he released his grip on my body and withdrew his satisfied cock. Almost without pause, I felt a new man take his position and probe my oh so sloppy pussy with his hard, rigid cock.
My mind reeled. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself. I’d read stories of this sort of thing, but surely they weren’t true, and yet here it was actually happening. How many men now – it was four wasn’t it, my brain tried to determine through the tumult of thoughts that were swirling about.
These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the guy who was fucking my mouth, suddenly grasping my head and nearly choking me with his cock which he pushed right to my throat as it gushed it’s tacky cum in copious amounts.
After this satisfied guy then pulling out, I barely had time to swallow down his sperm and to get my breath before a new cock was presented for me to suck.

I was sure more men had arrived. There seemed to be so many milling around me.
“I’m going to fuck the slut up her ass,” I heard one crude comment. It didn’t happen immediately, but when my pussy was again adulterated with another supply of cum, and I knew that someone else was preparing to mount me, I felt two hands on the cheeks of my bottom, pressing them apart, and then, after it plunging into my sloppy pussy for lubrication, the feeling of a cock pressing on my tight anus which, after a little resistance, opened up to accommodate this new, hard cock right deep within my rectal tunnel.

My mind and body wallowed in the filth and depravity of the situation as more and more men fucked me. I’ve no idea how many, I think more than ten.
I felt wonderful. I felt dirty. I certainly felt full of men’s sperm.
I loved the snatches of dirty talk that my brain managed to process. I loved the way I was referred to as “the dirty slut.” Under normal circumstances I’d have been horrified to be called such names, but under these circumstances I revelled in it. One can after all, be called a slut as an insult or as a compliment.

The events of that experience, afterwards seemed confused in my memory. I’ve no definite recollection of how it came to end. All I recall is that same guy who had taken me there, eventually taking me by the hand and leading me out.
I spent some time in the ladies, cleaning myself up and fixing my hair. There was no sign of the guy when I came out, so I then made my way back to the stands, wondering what my husband would say about my long absence.
“Where have you been?” he asked, taking his eyes from the game for a moment. “Oh, I had a coffee and have been sitting up the back,” I answered, trying to sound normal, but aware that I was blushing.
My husband seemed to take no notice, and simply turned back to watching the game.
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Later, when the game was finished and my husband’s team had won, he asked whether I’d enjoyed the day.
“Oh yes,” I said smiling to myself, “I had a wonderful time.”
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On the Monday, Rob came home from work and told me, “the guys at work were telling me that, at the game on Saturday, there was a whore turning it on in one of the men’s toilets. Can you believe that? They swear that it’s true though, the brother of one of the guys was involved. What sort of a woman would do something like that though?” then, answering his own question, he said, “some filthy, depraved whore I guess.”          

Chloe The Office Toy

The night out with Dave and Marcus that
wound up with me being gang fucked by a bunch of strangers changed everything.
Word got round pretty quick and a few pictures and videos that appeared on
various websites pretty much finished my relationship with Simon. Turned out
that one of the builders who covered my big round tits with an especially large
load was a friend of a friend of Simon’s and an image of me in ripped stockings
and high heels on the toilet floor drenched in pints of slimy cum arrived in Simons
email and well, that was that. Simon packed his things and left that night.

I wasn’t as upset as I thought I would be,
but work was another matter. News spread around about what a total slut I had
been, pictures were shared by email and even a really graphic video clip. All
the guys at work now openly flirted with me or even tried to grope me, it
became quite annoying. Marcus and Dave stuck by me and even Amber was really
supportive, everyone else was pretty horrible. After a couple of days I got called
to the bosses office, I thought ‘well, this is it’.

If my boss was some fat old bloke in his
50’s I could imagine being all sorry and apologetic, getting down on my knees
and giving him the blow job of his life and all would be forgotten, but my boss
was a hard nosed bitch who had worked her way through the company to the top. I
was fucked.

Anna Rhodes was 44 and had been at the top
of the game for 10 years. She had made it by having bigger balls and a smarter
moves than all the men that had ever worked with her. She now owned several
successful businesses and was often called on by the press to comment on
national business issues. She was on Dragons Den for 2 seasons for Christ’s
sake, she took no prisoners and wasn’t going to give me an easy time because I
happened to be the same gender as her.

I went to her office on the 10th floor.
Isobel, Anna’s PA, met me with a cold bitchy stare that said “yes I’ve
seen the pictures too” and pointed me to the seats outside Anna’s office.

I sat down, straightened my skirt tried not
to look visibly worried. I glanced over at Isobel, her neat black bob was
immaculate, her Hermes business suit hung perfectly on her slight, but athletic
frame; she looked every inch the quintessential young, professional woman.
Rumour had it that Marcus had once made a pass at her and she had told him that
if he tried anything like that again he would be reported for harassment. It
seems you didn’t fuck with Isobel.

 I was thinking this when she looked over
and said, “Anna will see you now” and then added in silent,
beautifully mouthed words: “you slut”.

I got up and walked in to Anna’s office,
slightly shaken by Isobel’s silent attack.

“Ah Chloe, take a seat”.

Anna was standing by the floor length
window that made up one wall of her huge office. She was wearing a very simple,
but very beautiful black Givenchy suit (she only ever wore Givenchy suits, and
she had a thing for Louboutin shoes, but then what girl doesn’t?).

I sat down. Anna didn’t turn around.

“You know why you’re here don’t you
Chloe?”

“Yes?”

“I haven’t seen the pictures everyone
has been passing around, I don’t need to. I don’t like people disrupting my
business Chloe.”

“No, of course not, Anna I’m…”

“Chloe I don’t want to hear any
excuses”’ she turned around. Anna was an attractive woman with long thick
wavy dark hair and a quite incredible figure. She looked at me with those big
brown eyes and I was silent.

“Chloe I don’t want to sack you,
you’re too good at what you do and it took me a lot of money an effort to steal
you from your last employer”

I breathed an audible sigh of relief and
waited for the inevitable ‘but’

“But,” said Anna, “I need
you out of this office for a few months, until this all cools down. I’m sending
you to the New York office.”

I couldn’t believe it! This was amazing!

“I will get Dylan at the NY office to
get things going but I need you out there by Monday. Take the rest of the week
off to sort things out.”

I didn’t know quite what to say, but
babbled “Thank you Anna, thanks you so much, I don’t know…”

“Look Chloe, every professional bone
in my body says ‘sack you’ but I see potential in you and I’d hate to see it
wasted. I made a similar mistake when I was younger and my boss gave me a
second chance, so here I am doing it for you.”

She walked over and offered a manicure hand
as I got up out the chair, my eyes began to tear up.

Anna stood close to me, “don’t cry
Chloe, just be more careful in the ways you explore your sexuality, be more …
professional.” She was so close I could smell her perfume and feel her
breath, I felt so grateful.

I walked out of the office, glancing at
Isobel just long enough to mouth the word “BITCH” as I left.

The next few days were a little crazy, but
also quite exhilarating. I didn’t really have time to think about anything but
getting ready to move out to New York. The job in New York was for 3 months, so
I arranged for a friend to look in on my flat occasionally and feed my plants
while I was away. I packed up a few essentials from home and had them shipped
out to await my arrival. Isobel gave me a document case with a few files, the
details of the contract I was going to be working on and the keys to one of the
companies New York short let apartments. This was exactly what I needed.

Dave and Marcus were desperate to arrange a
night together before I left for the USA, they wanted to double team me as a
going away present, I was very tempted but I declined saying that maybe it
wasn’t a good idea after all the trouble our first time had created. They kept
asking and I kept refusing, I was definite it was for the best and anyway I had
another naughty little going away treat arranged.

On the Thursday before I was set to leave I
got an email from Liam in the mail room saying a parcel had arrived for me and
did I want for him to bring it up. Liam was the young guy that Dave and Marcus
has teased me about on our night out, apparently the young mail room boy
couldn’t talk to me without having to nip to the boys room to jerk off
afterwards. I bet his imagination had run wild when the stories of me being
gangfucked got out. I emailed him back to say that I would come down before the
end of the week to pick the parcel up myself, as it was personal. I signed off
with a little kiss, just to get him a little excited. I sat at my desk and imagined
him in the toilet cubicle thinking of me in all sorts of filthy scenarios as he
eases his stiffening cock out of his pants and begins to stroke it back and
forth until its rigid and its thick head is throbbing and shiny, aching to be
pushed into my willing body in any way he wants. I came back to reality and my
heart fluttered, and my little pussy gave a little throb. ‘Stop it Chloe’ I
thought to myself,’wait until Friday’.

My last day at the London office flew by
Anna popped in to my office to wish me luck and said she would check in on me
when she was next in the NY office. I couldn’t believe she was being so nice.

By 5.30 everyone was leaving for the
weekend and I went to the ladies toilets with my bag containing a change of
outfit. I slipped out of my work clothes in front of the mirrors and admired my
lingerie: black, sheer and see through, the bra pushed my tits up obscenely,
creating a plunging cleavage. An all in one sheer corset and suspenders set
wrapped my torso tightly and held my black seemed stockings in place. The
panties, well there wasn’t much too them really, and for tonights plan I
wouldn’t be needing them, I wiggled my hips and eased them down over my round
ass and slipped them into my handbag. Out of my satchel I pulled my little
black dress and my black suede 6 inch heels. The dress was backless, halter
neck little thing in wet-look material, it clung to me perfectly and stretched
sensually over my body. I slipped my stockinged feet into my heels, they lifted
me up high and made my ass jut out suggestively.

 I looked at the at myself as I applied a
coat of red lipstick, I looked like a teenage boys wet dream.. which is exactly
what I wanted to be tonight. I left the toilets and strolled into the lift, my
little handbag over my bare shoulder. I pressed the button for the basement.

I walked into the mail room knowing that
Liam would still be there finishing up after hours as he always did. He had his
back to me sorting various folders into the pigeon holes for each of the
companies different departments.

“Hi Liam, just remembered I had a
parcel to pick up”

Liam span around and when he saw me his jaw
dropped open, “Oh uh hi Miss Silver”, he stared taking in the image
of me in my tight little mini dress and slutty heels standing in his doorway.

“Do you still have it?”, I asked

He stared at me dumbfounded for a moment,
he was only about 17 or 18 but quite fit, probably did a lot of sport, he
looked the type. I glanced down and could already see the telltale bulge
appearing in his suit trousers.

“Uh sure, yes its um its right
here”, he put a largish parcel on the desk in front of me and tried not to
stare at my tits.

“Thanks Liam you’re a sweetie, I
almost forgot it but its something I wanted to take to New York with me”

“Oh sure…cool”, he smiled

I ran a long manicured nail through the
parcel tape and began to unwrap it in front of him. The plain box gave nothing
away, but I knew what was inside. I had purchased it online from Love Honey and
had it delivered to work so I could set this moment up before I left London.

I opened the lid of the box and pulled the
red tissue paper aside to reveal the item I had ordered: the Cock Locker
Inflatable Monster Dildo. It looked huge, in black rubber with a massive molded head and wrapped in thick veins, it was truly obscene.

Liam couldn’t believe his eyes, he stared
at the massive rubber toy and just said, “sshhhiit”

 I ran my fingers over the dildo and my
nipples began to visibly stiffen,“oh fuck look at it Liam, its massive and
its not even inflated yet, mmmm”

My eyes met his and I smiled, “I cant
wait to get this home” I bit my lip suggestively, my fingers still tracing
the shape of the thick black rubber cock.

He just stared at me, his erection bulging
visibly in his trousers.

“mmm Liam I have a naughty idea, maybe
I could try it out here?… would you like that Liam?”

Liams hand strayed to his fly and he
gripped his hard cock though his pants.

“Oh fuck.. oh fuck yes I’d love to see
that” he gasped

I ran a hand up my belly and around my tightly
wrapped tits, gently pinching my stiff nipple while my other hand lifted the
dildo out of the box.

“Oh my its so big I think I might need
you to help me with it”, I said in a sultry, pleading tone.

 I squeezed the rubber bulb that was
connected to the dildo by a tube, with a faint hiss the cock twitched. Out of
the box I took a small bottle of lube, removed the top and squirted a generous
amount over the veiny rubber cock, stroking it back and forth until it was
completely covered and glistened temptingly.

 Liam watched in stunned silence as I handed
him the dildo and bent over the desk sticking my ass out towards him. I looked
over my shoulder and wiggled my ass slowly, making sure he was getting a good
view of it tightly covered in the short wet-look skirt. I snaked a hand behind
me and hooked my fingers into the seam, slowly peeling the tight shiny material
up over my ass, revealing the smooth pale skin of my back side and my moist
little pussy.

 "Oh God yes", Liam breathed, his
eyes fixed on my naked ass. “Fuck the rumors were true you really are a
dirty slut!”

“I cant help it Liam, I just love
being fucked… now stick that big black monster in me, show me what a little
whore i am”

He approached me slowly, and carefully
place one hand on my ass, gently rubbing my pussy lips as he aimed the dildo
and began to ease it in to me.

“mmm yes”, I moaned as I felt
that big rubber head open me up and the first few inches entered me,
“don’t stop, keep going”

In silent concentration Liam eased more and
more in, oh god it felt so good.

“That’s it baby, mmm so fucking
big”

 I could feel it filling my pussy totally,
even more than Marcus’ did with his big cock that night in the bar. It felt
like the head was nudging the entrance to my womb.

Liam stroked my ass as he began to move the
dildo in and out, the thick rubber veins stimulating the walls of my tight
little hole.

“Yess yes that’s it Liam fuck me with
it. Show me how to take that big black dick”

I closed my eyes as the sensations began to
build and I started to moan with pleasure.

 Liam pushed it right up to the hilt and I
let out a deep moan falling forward on to the desk, my tits spreading out under
me. Then he stopped. I was about to complain when I heard a couple of long
hisses and the big dildo began to twitch and grow inside me.

 "Oh fuck yes ughhhnn", I let out
another low moan as Liam began to inflate the cock, bigger and bigger. I looked
behind me, Liam had a lust filled stare on his face and his impressively large
cock was jutting out of his fly as he jerked it rhythmically, still inflating
the dildo.

 My eyes rolled upwards and I felt a tremor
in my body as the growing dildo filled me utterly, stretching me to the limits.

“Ugghnn fuck FUCK! Liam I cant take
any more..its too big.. oh yes”, my hands gripped the edge of the desk and
I felt something wet and cool on my ass. Liam was squirting lube over my
backside and pussy as he began to try and pump the brutally inflated rubber
cock in and out of my cunt. At first it wouldn’t move but after a moment or two
I felt it ease back and forth – and it felt amazing!

“ugggnn OH FUCK yes YESS!”, even
the smallest movement filled me with ecstasy and I began to shudder and writhe.

“Liam! oh God that feels fucking
amazing”

“If you like that you’re going to love
this you fucking slut”, he grunted and I felt my oil covered ass hole
being probed by his eager fingertip and then something hotter and harder nudge
my tight little hole.

“Oh yes you dirty boy yes. Go on, do
it… fuck me in the ass” I moaned lustily as I felt him push his
straining erection into my ass.

 Liam was pretty well endowed and his rock
hard dick needed a good hard push to open me up and ease into my body. My ass
was extra tight due to the massive dildo in my pussy, but after a few grunts
Liam managed to get his bone hard erection into my ass and started fucking me.

 I lost control and began to cum so hard I
almost passed I out, I became like an animal possessed, writhing around on the
desk grunting and swearing: “Thats it you dirty bastard use me! USE MY HOLES!
Fuck my cunt you bastard that’s it yes yes YESS!”

I thrust my ass back and forth against his
violent fucking, my juices running down my thighs, my pussy lips stretched wide
around the obscene rubber thing stuck deep inside me.

 Liam up his pace and began to grunt loudly,
he was balls deep in my ass when he shouted,“ TAKE IT YOU FILTHY FUCK PIG
TAKE MY LOAD”

 My over sensitized ass felt his rigid cock
jerk and twitch and I felt the hot, surge of his cum filling my ass up. Jesus
it felt like he pumped a pint of the thick gooey stuff into me. He pulled out
leaving me face down on the desk, my dress around my waist and the massive
black rubber cock jutting from my twitching pussy. His thick cum ran out of my
puckered ass hole and mixed with my pussy juices running down the inside of my
spread thighs.

 I moaned softly with exquisite pleasure,
then felt Liams hand in my hair, pulling my head to one side. He was now beside
the desk, his fat semi erect cock was shoved towards my face. It was red, veiny
and covered in his creamy cum.

 "Suck my cock you dirty slut, suck
it", he said, suddenly filled with confidence, he was making the most of
his time with his new fuck toy. I opened my mouth and sucked his swollen cock
head, cleaning the cum off with my tongue and savouring the taste. I felt it
twitch and throb and it began to grow in my mouth. I took him deeper, lapping
my eager tongue on the underside of his lovely young cock. Before I knew it he
was thick and fully erect again and began sliding his length deep into my
willing throat. Oh god I love teenage boys and their recovery time.

 The big mushroom shaped head of his dick
was reaching deep into my throat as he pulled my head to him using handfuls of
my hair. His cock felt about 9 or 10 inches long, and he savoured getting the
whole lot down my ungagging throat before extracting it in a drolly mess and
slapping it across my face. I could feel my mascara running… I must have
looked a state.

 He grabbed my shoulders and moved me on to
my back, my head hanging off the desk giving him unhindered access to my eager
throat. He pushed his cock in again and began to thrust in and out, his hand s
grabbing my big naked tits and his balls slapping against my face. I felt like
a piece of meat, only good for fucking.. and I loved it. I moved my hands down
my jerking body and rubbed my clit, my other hand began to move the big rubber
cock around in my pussy. Oh fuck it felt so good.

“Look at you, you whore, you fuck meat
slut.. that’s it take my cock like a pro”

 I shuddered with a shattering orgasm, my
body arching on the desk with Liam pulling at my hard nipples as he banged his
cock balls deep into my face and released another massive load into me. I
swallowed and swallowed, I was worried I might choke. He kept cumming and I kept
swallowing. Eventually he eased his thick slimy cock from my mouth, drool and
cum ran down my face and I gurgled in slutty happiness.

 I lay there as Liam sorted him self out and
got back into his clothes.

“Fuck that was good” he grinned.

I smiled, rolling onto my side and sliding
a stocking leg up to my tummy, my ass on full display with the end of the cock
locker jutting out with its rubber tube and inflater bulb hanging behind.

“Mmm that was good”, I replied,
twisting the valve and releasing the air in the massive fat dildo. My pussy
tingled as I removed the rubber cock with a slimy pop.

“When I get back from New York I want
to do it again… but next time I want you to bring some friends”, I
smiled bringing the glistening distended dildo to my mouth and sucking on its
still quite extreme size.

“Oh fuck yes, that would be perfect, I
know just the guys, you’re gonna get it good, you wont get a minutes rest”

‘Oh god’ I thought, ‘I fucking love teenage
boys"

Jack In the Cast

Short Story

The light knocking on the door caused Jack Benson to take a deep breath, grit his teeth, and finally call out. “Yeah, who’s there?”

From behind the closed bedroom door came the low voice of Kathy Collett, “Jack, it’s Kathy. Can I come in?”

Sighing loudly Jack answered “Ah yeah, I guess. Come on in Kathy.”

“I brought you a present for Valentine’s Day.” She began as she swung the door open and waltzed into the room carrying a wrapped box, a bouquet of flowers and a card. When her eyes came to rest on the sight of Jack on the hospital bed, she exclaimed “Oh Jesus, look at you! A whole body cast Jack?” She pushed the door shut behind her with her foot, rushed over to the side of the bed and placed the items on a small wheeled table.

Jack wanted to turn his head to look at Kathy, but the cast went around his neck and covered the back of his head so he couldn’t. In fact, the cast was so complete, the only areas that were uncovered was Jack’s face, his penis, and his buttocks so that he could urinate and defecate, his fingers and his toes. At the moment, a towel was covering his private areas.

“Yeah, you’ll have to forgive me for not getting up.” Jack joked with a hint of sarcasm.

Coming up alongside where Jack could see her, Kathy asked “What the hell happened? I mean, I heard that you had a bad fall off the side of the mountain and was pretty messed up and all, but I didn’t expect this. How did you fall, and what happened?” Tears were building up in the corners of her eyes and threatening to spill over her chubby face as she looked on in total disbelief.

“Oh shit Kathy. You know, I’ve been over this so many times already, and I’m really not in the mood to go over the whole thing again.” Jack snapped angrily. Then, upon seeing the hurt look in Kathy’s eyes, he softened his voice and said “Look, I uh, I really appreciate that you came all the way over here to visit me and all, but I guess I’m not the best company right now you know. I’m really sorry, but I’m kind of embarrassed about the whole thing. You should probably just go before I say something else I’m gonna regret.”

Jack and Kathy had known each other for about three years, and Jack was well aware of how sensitive she was. It all had to do with Kathy’s weight, which she constantly struggled with keeping under control. She was now what some would call “pleasantly plump”, but in her eyes, she was fat and ugly, and no one, including Jack, could convince her otherwise. In reality, Jack thought Kathy had a very pretty face, and her womanly curves were not at all unattractive, it was just that he was in love with someone else, someone who was unfortunately already taken.

“It’s okay Jack, I’m not offended, and I’m not leaving you either.” Kathy reassured. “I got a text from Walt saying that you was busted up pretty good, but I had no idea it was this bad. I just wanted to let you know though, don’t worry about the office. Between me and Walt and Mathews, we’ll handle the extra load while you heal. You just concentrate on getting better, and if you come back… when you come back, your job will still be waiting for you. We’ll handle things in your absence ”

“Thanks Kathy, I appreciate that.” Jack said, his voice softening as he realized that she really meant well.

Looking at her closely for the first time since she showed up, Jack noticed how nice she looked. She was wearing a dress with pink, red and white flowers all over and her ample cleavage was on display. Not at all what he was used to seeing her wear in the office. “You look very nice in that dress Kathy.”

“Oh thank you Jack. It’s my Valentine’s Day dress.”

“Yeah, Valentine’s Day, I guess I forgot all about that. It’s not like I’ve got anyone to celebrate it with anyway.”

“I know,” Kathy began, “I think it must be the long hours you work Jack. There’s just no time for a relationship.” She paused for a second before adding as an afterthought. “Even though you’d make a terrific boyfriend.”

That last comment caused Jack to smile and blush a bit. “Thanks Kathy. That’s nice of you.”

There was a long moment of uncomfortable silence before Kathy sighed loudly and asked
“Are you in a lot of pain?”

“I’m on some pretty good pain medication, but it’s been a few hours, so I’m feeling some discomfort. Thing is, the pain meds make my brain fuzzy, so I almost welcome the pain, just not too much pain.”

“Look Jack, if you truly want me to leave so you can lie here staring up at the ceiling, wallowing in self pity, then I will leave. But I came here today because I want to spend time with you. I want to help you with whatever you need help with. I’m here for you Jack. What would you like?”

“I have a live in nurse that takes care of everything Kath, but if you want to hang out here for awhile, it’s up to you. I just don’t think I’m gonna be real good company today ya know.”

“Oh Jack, I feel so bad for you. You sound so…depressed right now.” Kathy said with a sad face.

“Depressed huh? Gee, I can’t imagine why I’d be depressed. I mean, doesn’t everyone want to be laid up in a full body cast for two to three months of their life? I mean shit Kathy, I can’t feed myself, I can’t scratch myself, I need help shitting and pissing. Shit, I can’t even fucking jerk off. What on earth do you think I should be fucking depressed about Kathy?” Once again, Jack was letting his emotions get the best of him.

“I’m so sorry Jack.” Kathy said. “But I can help you do whatever you want. Do you want something to eat or drink? Do you need to use the restroom? I can do whatever.” She placed her hand on the cast over his upper thigh.

“I’m fine Kathy, thank you for offering, but I’m fine.”

There was a pause as Kathy took a deep breath and carefully slid her hand higher up the cast until her fingertips found the cutout for his penis. An eight inch diameter hole left him completely exposed so he could urinate and be cleaned as needed. As Kathy’s finger slipped under the towel that was keeping him covered, Jack’s eyes opened wide.

“Are you absolutely certain Jack? Are you positive that there is…nothing you want from me?” Kathy said with a raised eyebrow, her fingers came to rest just a scant inch or so from his penis.

“Kathy, what the hell are you doing?” Jack asked.

“I’m here to help you Jack.” Kathy answered and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She moved up so her face was right above his and said with a pouty look on her face, “You do want me to help you, don’t you Jack?”

Jack couldn’t believe Kathy was doing this. This was so out of character for her. “Jesus, are you serious?” He asked incredulously.

“It’s Valentine’s Day Jack. No one should have to spend Valentine’s Day alone and depressed. I can help you feel better, and no one ever has to find out we did this. Just relax and let me take care of you.” Kathy said as she started to make her way down toward the towel covering her hand and his cock.

The caressing hand was coaxing the blood flow into Jack’s penis, causing it to begin swelling, even though he was still unsure of this whole thing. “But what if the nurse comes in? Shit Kathy, this is crazy. You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Oh…do you want me to stop Jack? I don’t think this big guy wants me to stop. After all, he is rapidly rising to attention. Are you going to pass up a Valentine’s Day blow job?” Kathy smiled and with her free hand she pulled the towel aside, revealing a perfectly shaped, seven inch, circumcised penis. “Oh, you have such a beautiful, big, juicy cock.”

“Kathy!” Jack snapped loudly, then lowered his voice to an urgent whisper. “This is not right. I’m your boss for Christ sakes.” He said, but for some reason he didn’t sound too convincing.

“You’re not gonna fire me are you Jack? ” Kathy asked, lowering her face down closer to his cock. “Not before I take this lovely cock deep in my mouth and suck all of its cum out. Are you Jack?” She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip to the very top of his penis, which instantly filled to near bursting with blood. Her tongue tip sought out his pee hole and she wiggled it back and forth, as if trying to push her tongue inside.

Jack moaned at the sensation and tried to look down at what she was doing, but he couldn’t see past the white cast over his chest. “This isn’t like you Kathy. Why are you doing this?”

“If you want me to stop Jack, all you have to do is tell me to stop.” Kathy said, then puckered her lips and blew cool air on the wet tip, causing him to shudder. After a moment of quiet, she lowered her still puckered lips and placed a big, soft, wet kiss on the very top of his penis. “Do you want me to stop Jack?”

Still wondering what had come over the normally chaste woman, Jack struggled to answer. This was not at all like the woman he knew in the office. In fact, the woman that he had worked with every day for the last three years was so reserved that the mere mention of anything sex related would cause her to blush deeply. She never discussed her private life, even when asked, she would tell the person that she didn’t discuss private matters at work. This was so strange and awkward, but it felt so good.

When Jack didn’t answer, Kathy tightened her grip around his cock, squeezing until the head turned bright red and shiny, and a tiny drop of precum formed on the slit. “You have such a lovely cock Jack. I’ve always wanted to see it, to… hold it, to…taste it.” She spoke with a husky voice that was supremely sexy, and then put her lips back on the tip and slurped up the drop of precum.

“Unghh!” Jack moaned from the incredible feelings that Kathy was causing. The worries that he had of the nurse coming in were gone now, replaced by the need for sexual gratification. It didn’t matter anymore that it was Kathy, the plump woman that he worked with in the office, who he had often thought of as frigid because she was so uptight about things. She wasn’t uptight now.

Suddenly, Kathy let go of his penis and stood up saying “You know, I’m getting awfully horny down here. You don’t mind if I get undressed do you?” Without waiting for an answer, she unhooked the dress straps from her shoulders and peeled the garment down her body until it hit the floor. She was now only wearing a bra and panties, her cantaloupe sized breasts seemingly threatening to pop out the top of her bra. She leaned forward, showing her ample cleavage to Jack, who found himself unable to pry his eyes away.

At work, Kathy had never worn anything even the least bit revealing. Now, Jack was staring at the most incredible looking pair of breasts that he’d ever seen in the flesh, and he couldn’t even see them all yet.

“Do you like them Jack?”

Jack nodded what little bit he could without even realizing, his mouth watering and his fingers wiggling what little they could inside the hard casing of the cast.

Reaching behind her back, Kathy unclasped her bra and let it drop, but before it fell away completely, she draped her right arm across her chest, keeping her nipples hidden. Jack thought he got a glimpse of areola, but couldn’t be certain. His cock was straining and waving in the breeze, wanting attention, needing attention.

“Do you want to feel them Jack?”

“Yes” came the whisper soft voice from Jack. He wanted to bury his face in her glorious globes.

Kathy moved up so she was standing right next to Jack’s face and slowly lowered her arm, revealing all of her chest for the first time. They were magnificent, Jack thought. The largest ones he had ever seen in person. Her nipples were huge, sticking out nearly a full inch from her bulbous breasts, with areolas that surrounded each one, the size of a half dollar coin.

Jack was mesmerized by the sight, and watched as she leaned over and placed one of her nipples into his open mouth. Like a hungry baby, Jack latched onto her nipple and began to suckle. He twirled his tongue gently around the nub, causing Kathy to moan deep in her throat and push down more of her breast flesh into Jack’s hungry mouth.

While Jack was busily sucking away at Kathy’s swollen nipple, Kathy’s hands were busy rubbing her needy clit through the material of her panties. It had taken an enormous amount of courage for her to do this, and the stress that she had been under from the moment she walked into the room had served to heighten her excitement, making her more horny than she could ever remember being.

As good as it felt to have her nipples sucked and nibbled on, Kathy knew that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with just nipple play. She stood up, her breast making a *pop* noise as the suction broke from Jack’s mouth. The air felt cool on her moist nipple.

“Jack honey, do you mind if I play with my pussy while I suck your big, wonderful cock?” Kathy asked. She was talking in the sexiest voice that Jack had ever heard.

“Ah… shit no. I ah I don’t mind Kath.” Jack mumbled.

“Good, because I’m so fucking horny. I want to cum just as badly as you do.”

She grabbed his swollen member in her plump hand again, while her other hand was still pushing the material of her underwear up into the crack of her pussy. The crotch area was already soaked from her leaking pussy juices.

Moving her face back down to Jack’s penis, Kathy laid it forward, then placed her nose right into his pubic hair. The smell of a man “down there” was always such a big turn on for Kathy, and this was no different. She inhaled his manly aroma, the smell sending jolts of spine tingling electricity straight to her super charged pussy.

“Mmmmmmmm” She moaned as she exhaled, her eyelids drooping and her breasts heaving.  Her tongue slid out into his thatch of coarse hair and she licked from the base of his shaft all the way up to the helmet shaped head. Back down to the base once again, her tongue flattened out on his shaft as she licked her way slowly back to the head again. Three times, four times, five times she repeated the action, only stopping to remove a stray hair that stuck momentarily to her tongue.

As for Jack, he was certainly enjoying the attention, but he wished that he could move. He wanted to feel Kathy’s body. He wanted to feel her womanly curves that he knew were so soft and supple. He wanted to take control of the situation like he was used to, but he was in no position to do that, so he would have to let her do what she wanted.

Kathy played with Jack’s throbbing tool for several minutes. She had stopped the long slow licks from base to tip, and was now just flicking her tongue around his frenulum, that little elastic band of tissue just below the glans. She could tell from his grunts and groans that she was having an effect on him. After a few minutes of that, she slid up and wrapped her large breasts firmly around his spit soaked tool and slid them up and down several times, eliciting several moans of pleasure from Jack.

The pressure was building up inside Jack’s scrotum, as his full balls were getting ready to deposit their seed. “Oh fuck Kathy, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned. His body wanted to thrust, needed to thrust, but there was no way to move. He was at her mercy, and Kathy was taking her time.

Sensing that he was getting close to orgasm, Kathy stood up and released his cock. She slid her fingers in around the edge of her panties and dipped two fingers deep into her pussy, getting them soaked with her juices. Then she pulled her hand out, put her fingers up to Jack’s nose, and wiped her sweet smelling pussy scent on his upper lip.

“There, now you can smell my excitement.” She cooed at him.

“Please…” Jack moaned “…help me cum Kathy. I need to cum so badly.” The thick scent of her hot cunt was intoxicating, and it heightened his desire and need to cum.

“You want me to finish you Jack?” She asked with a sly grin.

“Oh God yes…Please Kathy.”

“Okay, but only if you promise me one thing Jack. Only if you promise to shoot your sweet cream into my mouth every single day while you’re in this cast. Will you do that for me Jack?”

Jack was beside himself with need, and he nodded and nearly shouted “Oh fuck yeah, just finish me pleeease.”

“Okay Jack. I’m gonna suck all the hot, sticky spunk out of your balls now. Are you ready?”

“Shit Kathy, just fucking do it please. Hurry”

Kathy giggled and said “Here it comes Jack.” In one motion, she engulfed the first four inches of Jack’s cock into her mouth. Her soft, wet lips and tongue closed around his throbbing shaft and she sucked, while her tongue flicked the underside.

“Ohhh fuck!” Jack gasped as he felt the sudden heat from her sucking mouth. It was exquisite, and he knew it would only take moments before he gave up his seed.

Kathy was no novice at sucking cock, and she used all her talents to bring her boss the most satisfying pleasure. She cupped his balls with one hand while the other grasped the base of his seven inch cock. With her mouth sealed around his shaft, she began to rise and fall, her hand staying right with her mouth, giving him the sensation of deep throat. She gently massaged his balls and tickled the spot just under his sack and next to his asshole.

“Oh shit Kathy, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna cummmm!” Jack cried out. He had forgotten about the live-in nurse who was somewhere in the house at that very moment, probably making some food, since it was nearly dinner time.

Using her mouth like a velvety soft vacuum, Kathy redoubled her efforts, making ‘mmmfff’ sounds on each upswing. She felt his cock grow to even more enormous proportions, stretching her lips wider than she thought possible.

Still babbling and grunting like a madman, Jack could feel the beginnings of his orgasm. He had reached the apex. That point of no return when, even if all stimulation ceased immediately, the penis would continue to spew its contents. “Ahhh I’m cumming, oh fuck….” He yelled as he felt the first spasms of orgasm.

Kathy backed off a bit, as she felt the cock in her mouth start to jerk and a second later, the first blast of hot cum came rushing out of the tip, spraying the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly as another spurt joined the first. The thick cream sliding down her gullet warmed her throat. The taste was not pleasant, but Kathy enjoyed the feeling of power and the eroticism of the act enough to stomach the bad taste.

Several smaller squirts of cum followed, and Kathy continued to suck every last drop. Finally, when Jack’s cock stopped throbbing and dripping its seed, Kathy pulled her mouth off with a loud ‘pop’, leaving the bright red head glistening from her saliva.

“Mmmm that was so hot!” Kathy exclaimed. “Did you like that Jack?”

“Oh fuck yeah.” He gasped weakly.

“Good, because I’ll be back to do it again tomorrow.” She said as she moved back up to look him in the eyes.

“Jesus Kathy, what’s gotten into you?”

“Well, I’ve wanted you for a long time Jack. You’re just too blind to see it.  When I saw you lying here all sealed up in this cast, and being Valentine’s Day and all, I just realized that this may be my only chance. Jack, you may never fall in love with me. Hell, I don’t expect you to fall in love with me. But I’ve been in love with you for years now, and if I can do anything to make your time in this stupid cast any better, then I’m going to do it, and if that means coming back here every day and giving you pleasure, then that’s what I’m going to do.”

Jack contemplated what he had just been told, then softly said “Wow Kathy, I…I had no idea.”

“Well, now you do.” Kathy said matter of factly. “So, I’m gonna get going now, so I can go take care of myself, if you know what I mean.”

Jack knew exactly what she meant. “Yeah, I know what you mean. If I could help, I would you know.”

“Make me a promise then, that when you get better, you’ll show me some of the same as I just showed you. Maybe even more.”

“I’d like that Kathy. I’d like that a lot.”

Kathy smiled a warm smile then leaned down and kissed her boss tenderly on the lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow Jack.” She said, as she picked up her discarded dress and bra.

Standing beside the bed, Kathy yanked her soaked panties off. She hadn’t cum, but they were still very wet from her lubricating juices, and the smell in them was intense. She dressed quickly while her still dazed boss looked on.  

Finally, when she was all put back together, she said “One more thing Jack.” and held up her soiled underwear. “Here’s something to help keep your mind off the pain, for a little while anyway.”

As Jack looked on, Kathy placed the crotch of her panties over Jack’s nose and mouth,and left them there. “Bye now, and Happy Valentines day.” She said and headed out again.

“Hey…hey you can’t just leave me like this.” Jack blurted, but Kathy walked out and shut the door without looking back. “Shit!” he grumbled as the musky smell of her cunt overwhelmed his senses. When the nurse came in to check on him about ten minutes later, she found him with his cock fully engorged, and his face still hidden under the sodden panties.

Beaver Hunt

Short Story

Thinking of the perfect gift is always hard
when you want it to be just the right one for that special someone in your
life. My husband’s birthday is next week and I still haven’t found the perfect
gift for him yet. His favourite past time second to sex is hunting. I decided
to pick up one of his hunting magazines and see if it would give me some kind
of idea. I started to read an article about a beautiful hunting lodge in
Pennsylvania, where there was plenty of white tail dear to hunt. I realized
this would make a great gift. He’s been overworked lately at the office and
under a lot of stress. He will never expect a surprise trip like this.

I called and booked the hunt for the
following week. They were very friendly and helpful there, they gave me all the
details, and he will have 5 full days of peaceful hunting. I have never gotten
into hunting with him; I enjoy staying back and catching up on my reading. This
lodge appears to be a beautiful place just for that. I called my husband at
work and told him we are going on a trip next week, don’t ask and questions and
just trust me. He sounded surprised and hesitant for a moment and finally just
replied “okay”.

The morning of our departure finally
arrived; my husband still had no idea where we were going. Nothing went right
that morning, first our friends were late picking us up for the airport, we
finally got on the road, and traffic was a nightmare. We finally reached the
airport without much time to spare and realized I forgot my own luggage. The
lady at the airline counter was very rude which did not help my mood. During
the check in process it was discovered they messed up on our seating assignment
and we were not sitting together or even close. After speaking to a supervisor,
they finally were able to make some adjustments and seat us together. We were
then directed to our gate after spending 15 minutes trying to get through the
metal detectors and figure out why my husband kept setting the alarm off! Just
as I begin to feel this trip was a mistake, we finally get through the metal
detectors and arrive at our gate. We were one of the last ones to board as we
were late arriving. Once inside and seated, we took a deep breath and looked at
each other with pure relief. I really hope things start looking up from here.

Our flight lasted almost 6 hours and it was
uneventful. By now my husband knew we were going to Pennsylvania obviously,
however he still had no idea why. After getting his luggage, we went to the car
rental counter and rented a nice SUV. I asked an employee if he was familiar
with the hunting lodge and showed him the address. The employee was very
familiar with it, even stated how beautiful it was there. He gave me directions
which seemed easy enough however after the morning I just had, I didn’t want to
jump the gun and get excited yet.

We arrived at the lodge without any
difficulty. My husband saw the name of the lodge and realized what type of
lodge it was, his face immediately lit up as I leaned over to give him a kiss and
tell him Happy Birthday. I knew instantly I had found the perfect gift for him.
He suddenly stopped and said “I can’t hunt, I don’t have my bow”, I
just smiled and told him “I had your bow and hunting equipment shipped
here 2 days ago, with the hope you wouldn’t notice it missing from home”.
He kissed me and reminded me of what a lucky guy he was.

A very handsome man which appeared to be in
his late thirties or very early forties came over and introduced himself as
George, our guide for the trip. I noticed immediately how handsome of a guy he
was. He didn’t dress fancy, jeans and a t-shirt, but they looked great on him!
He had dark hair and a medium build. He had very mysterious eyes that I found
myself getting lost in. As I diverted my attention back to my husband, I
realized both him and my husband noticed my thoughts were somewhere else, I
felt my face get red with embarrassment. George suggested a tour of the
property after we had a chance to get settled in our room. He led us to our
room so we could freshen up and leave the luggage. This reminded me, I didn’t
have any luggage and would need to find a place to go shopping and buy a few
things. I asked George if there was a mall nearby, he said the nearest one was
about an hour away. I told him my predicament and he suggested having Suzie the
lodge receptionist take me to the mall while my husband and him spent some time
going over plans for the next 5 days. This was a great idea to me! We made
plans to go in about an hour.

Suzie was a very pleasant person to be
with; she was a little younger than I with long dark hair and green eyes. She
was very attractive with a sweet personality. We talked quite a bit on the way
to the mall as she shared quite a bit about her personal life. She had ended a
relationship about a year ago and was still single and looking for Mr. Right.

I was able to find everything I needed
including a very sexy black see thru negligee; I know this one will drive my
husband crazy! Suzie and I continued to talk on the way home and made plans to
spend some more time together while the boys were out hunting.

That night at the dinner table, I found it
hard to take my eyes off George. I loved the way he made those jeans look like
they were made for him personally. His eyes were so mysterious; I couldn’t draw
my attention away from him for a single moment. I could only hope my husband
didn’t notice. My husband was telling stories of previous hunts he had been on
and was having a really good time doing so. By now George was staring at me as
much as I was him. I felt a warm feeling rush through my body like a high
school girl with her first crush. I also felt my pussy begin to get moist and
throb, George was now starting to excite me in other ways. I didn’t understand
what was going on with me; I had not been with any other man since I met my
husband. Now there was this handsome stranger and all I could think of was
wanting to spend more time with him.

The next morning, the men headed out early
for their first day of hunting. I went downstairs about 7am and found Suzie
eating breakfast with a few others. I sat down as Suzie introduced me to the
others at the table. We chatted for a while during breakfast, when I was
finished I excused myself from the table and went upstairs to take a shower.

As the hot water flowed down my body and
over my breasts, I began thinking of George. I felt my nipples begin to get
hard and my clit throb. I slowly ran my fingertips around each of my nipples,
pinching each one gently; this sent a feeling of pleasure through my body. I
continued to run my hands along my body stopping at my pussy which was
throbbing and very wet. I slowly began to rub my hard clit back and forth
causing myself to let out a moan. I then stuck one finger inside my wet hole
slowly fucking myself; I then stuck a second finger inside causing even more
pleasure to rush through my body. I fingered my wet hole vigorously going
deeper and harder each time.

My thoughts were on George and imagining
him between my legs eating my pussy, this took me into an almost instant orgasm
as my knees buckled and my pussy began to quiver, the wave of pleasure shot
through my body as my orgasm began to build. Just then I knew I couldn’t hold
back any longer and came with such force as I let out the most satisfying moan
of pure pleasure. I tried to catch my breath and gather myself once again. I
slowly took the fingers I used to fuck myself with and sucked my sweet nectar
off of them while thinking to myself George has never tasted anything as sweet
as I. I then remembered the dildo I picked up yesterday while shopping with
Suzie. I found it in a great adult store near the mall, they had so many great
toys in there, I could have spent all day and would have loved to buy one of
everything however, I decided on one 8-inch dildo.

Just as I was about to exit the bathroom, I
saw Suzie standing there staring at me as she fingered her own pussy. She could
tell I was startled and responded by apologizing to me for scaring me. She said
she had come up to ask me if I would like to go shopping today at a great new
clothing store. She said when I didn’t answer the door, she proceeded to open
it to make sure I was okay and then noticed me in the shower and froze. She
said she became excited watching me finger myself and give myself an orgasm.
She was really feeling turned on and didn’t understand it because she had never
thought of being with a woman before.

I myself had never been with a woman before
either however, I had to admit watching Suzie stand there and finger her wet
pussy turned me on. I invited her to sit on the bed; we both just sat there for
a second and stared at each other. I went to reach for a strand of her hair and
she grabbed my hand kissing it gently and licking the fingers I had just
fingered myself with.

She said she was dreaming of tasting my cum
as she watched me lick my fingers in the shower.

I found myself getting wet all over again
as she sucked my fingers, it sent a chill down my spine and a feeling of
excitement I can’t explain. I reached up and felt one of her breasts feeling
that her nipples were already rock hard as my own. Her breasts were a little
smaller than mine, she was probably a B cup as I am a C cup, her breasts were
hard and round perfect in shape. I rubbed her nipple through her top then started
to slowly unbutton her blouse one button at a time exposing soft pink nipples
ready for more attention.

After removing her top and her bra, I took
one of her nipples into my mouth running my tongue around it teasing it. I felt
her body tense and her back arch as she let out a slight moan. I started to
suck on her nipple gently biting it once in a while; this caused her to moan a
little louder. I eased her back to a laying position on my bed as I started to
unbutton her jeans. I was able to slide her jeans off only leaving her in a
pair of black lace panties. I slipped my hand into them working my way down to
her wetness. I could instantly feel the heat of her pussy and the throb, the
need for pleasure. My fingers found her hole; I started out rubbing her clit
back and forth feeling her juice everywhere my finger moved. I started to run
my tongue down her stomach and around her naval as I slowly eased my finger
into her wet pussy. Her moans almost became cries now of pure pleasure. I felt
my own tight pussy getting very wet and throbbing with much force. I can’t
remember ever feeling this erotic, I was on fire!

I continued to run my tongue around her
abdomen area slowly making my way down inch by inch until my tongue rested
between her legs. I gently spread her lips and slowly ran my tongue around her
clit tasting her wetness, I continued to run my tongue around her clit area
then slowly into her wet hole, just then she let out a loud moan and her body
stiffened as she begged me to eat her pussy. I began to fuck her pussy with my
tongue causing her to scream out in complete sexual pleasure. I would stop long
enough to suck her clit and then fuck her again with my tongue.

She started saying she couldn’t hold back
much longer just as I grabbed my new dildo and slowly inserted it into her ass
as I continued to eat her pussy. I started out slow with the dildo and then
more rapid, her body was becoming out of control as I began to fuck her with
the dildo even faster getting it deeper into her ass each time. She began to
scream “I’m cumming”, just then I tasted a flow of warm sweet cum run
out of her pussy and into my mouth. I continued to lick teasing her now very
sensitive clit.

Just then there was a knock at my bedroom
door, both of us frozen in place. The voice yelled out, “Mrs. Carney are
you in there”? I recognized the voice; it was George, sweet handsome
George! I asked him to hold on a moment. Suzie was scared, she didn’t want to
get caught and lose her job. In my heart I knew George was just too sweet of a
guy to get an employee, like her, fired. I told her to just calm down and relax
and gave her my husband’s robe to put on. I slipped my own robe on and opened
the door.

I don’t think shock would quite describe
George’s face as he looked into the room, his eyes moving from Suzie and back
to me. I invited him to come in; he mumbled something about my husband staying
out with the others for a while and wanted to let me know so I wouldn’t worry.

I asked him again to please come in and
reached for his hand to lead him into my room. He admitted he didn’t feel
comfortable being there, however I looked down and saw a huge bulge in his
jeans. I just smiled and pulled him into the room.

I admitted to him, as I started to rub his
cock, that I found him to be extremely sexy and I couldn’t take my eyes off of
him from the time we got there. He blushed and told me how beautiful I was.
Suzie walked over and helped me lift his t-shirt off, after that I unbuttoned
his jeans as Suzie unzipped them. We finally got him out of his jeans and
boxers and there stood a very stiff cock just waiting for some fun.

I started to stroke his cock as George took
my face and began to kiss me passionately, our tongues teasing each other and
enjoying each other’s taste. He began to slowly kiss my neck and behind my ear,
sending me into a sexual frenzy. Suzie and I took each of his hands and led him
to the bed. He stood at the end of the bed as Suzie and I began to suck his
hard cock. I started out teasing the head of his dick as she would suck each of
his swollen balls, then we took turns sucking every inch of him savouring the
taste of his pre-cum. I took my tongue and licked up some precum off the tip of
his cock and Suzie sucked it off my tongue.

George reached down taking my long hair gently
into his hands and then grabbing my head pushing his cock deep into my mouth, I
could feel him touching my tonsils, I wanted every inch of this man!

As I continued to suck his dick, Suzie made
her way between my legs and began to suck and lick my wet pussy. This almost
made me cum instantly however I fought the urge; I wanted to hold on a little
longer. Suzie continued to lick and suck my clit and then stuck her tongue deep
into my hole fucking me with it hard, I felt myself starting to loose control as
I exploded, sweet warm cum came pouring out of my pussy and into her mouth.

Just then George leaned down and started to
taste my sweet juices licking and savouring every bit of it. When he stood up
again, I took his hard dick back into my mouth sucking every inch of him,
suddenly the door opened and there stood my husband holding his bow and a look
of pure shock on his face!

None of us moved at first, suddenly Suzie
walked over to him and led him by the hand back to the bed. Suzie pushed him
down on the bed and told him to relax and enjoy the fun. She then unzipped his
pants and took his now semi hard cock into her hand as she knelt down. She
started licking his cock up and down the length of his shaft. He quickly became
as hard as I had ever seen it.

I started to suck Georges dick again as my
husband just stared at me, his facial expression changed from shock to pleasure
as quickly as his dick got hard. As he was having his dick sucked by Suzie he
watched me suck Georges and just gave me a big smile.

George was in his own world of pleasure
enjoying the feeling of me sucking his cock. I could taste more and more
pre-cum and knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew a nut in my mouth. I told
him I wanted him to explode in my mouth, I let him know I wanted to taste and
swallow every last wonderful drop of him.

I turned to look at my husband who had
since lost some of the interest in me and had more on Suzie. She had already
taken his pants off of him sucking his hard cock and fingering her own wet
pussy. She was taking his entire shaft into her mouth and each time her tongue
would lick his balls.

I felt George stiffen and take in a deep
breath, just then he let out a huge moan and pulled his cock away from my mouth
just as his cock started spraying cum onto my tits, I grabbed his cock and
forced it into my mouth sucking each drop and savoring his wonderful taste. I
wanted more of this man; I looked up into his eyes and asked him to fuck me.

I could hear my husband moaning behind me
as the sound of Suzie sucking his cock became louder and fiercer.

George bent me over the bed and slowly
pushed his cock into my tight wet pussy. He started out putting in one inch at
a time, and oh he felt so good! Finally, he got his entire cock into my tight
hole and began thrusting back and forth moving slow then suddenly faster
leaving me wanting more of him.

I turned just as I heard Suzie moan and saw
her on top of my husband riding him like a wild bull. My husband’s eyes were
shut tight taking deep breaths and trying not to moan out loud. Suzie was
moaning loud at this point and I could see her pussy dripping juice down my
husband’s balls.

Watching another woman fuck my husband
turned me on so much! I began to tell George to fuck me harder; I suddenly
wanted him deep and wanted him to pound my wet pussy even harder.

George began to lose control and started to
moan and yell, “your pussy is so tight”! “I want to cum in your
tight pussy”!

At this point I couldn’t hold back any
longer and I let go and screamed a sound of pleasure as I came all over Georges
cock, drenching his dick and balls, just then George lost control himself and
shot a hot load of cum deep into my pussy. I felt wave after wave of hot cum
shoot inside my pussy as he came for the second time. I moved out from in front
of George and took his cock into my mouth sucking the last of the cum off his
cock, and cleaning all of my sweet juices from his shaft.

We both lay together watching Suzie fuck
the shit out of my husband. My husband flipped Suzie over onto the bed driving
his cock deep into her pussy pounding her like there was no tomorrow causing
Suzie to scream out in complete sexual satisfaction, by now my husband was no
longer holding back his own moans either. My husband began to pound her fast
and hard taking his cock as deep as it would go, Suzie let go and exploded all
over his cock and balls just as he let go as well and came deep into her pussy.

I went over to my husband and took his cock
and shoved it into my mouth sucking his cock clean and savouring his wonderful
taste as well. I can’t remember the last time either of us came as hard as we
did today.

Suzie took my husband by the hand and led
him to the shower where they soaped and felt each other up. George made his way
down to my dripping pussy and slowly started to run his tongue around my
swollen clit, sucking then licking and teasing. I was tired however I wanted
more of him so I just laid back and enjoyed the wonderful feeling. He began to
eat my pussy fucking me with his tongue, sticking it in deep then sucking my
clit and licking around my hole, this began to drive me crazy as I grabbed his
head and shoved it into my pussy begging him to take me. He continued to eat my
pussy until I once again had a mind-blowing orgasm and came right in his mouth.
This time I made him share my sweet nectar with me.

Later that evening after having time to
relax and catch our breath, we all agreed on one thing, we would make this trip
a ritual every year, plus George and Suzie would come out to our home once a year
and spend a week experiencing more mind blowing sexual pleasure!

My husband leaned over kissing me hard on
the mouth thanking me for the best birthday present a man could dream of. Maybe
I should start thinking of other surprises for him, I sure enjoyed this one!

Eddy and Annie Invite Ryan

Short Story

From the first moment I met Annie I was in lust with her. Petite with big blue eyes and curly red hair, she was a lithe little fox that dazzled most men. She was of course hopelessly out of my reach, being the girlfriend of Eddy, one of my best mates.

Eddy and I played basketball together at uni and I’d been enduring his tales about his new girl for weeks. It started out with him saying he’d pulled this gorgeous 19-year old babe in a pub, then a few days later about how they spent hours making out on their first date, and so on until he boasted about ‘fucking her raw’. His descriptions of her were glorious and detailed, and in my mind I’d built her up to be some sort of goddess long before I finally met her.

When I did get to see her in the flesh at last, she more than lived up to my expectations. It was a hot day in early August and a couple of friends and I had decided to head out to the local lake for some much-needed cooling down and relaxation. A couple of the guys brought their girlfriends with them, including Eddy.

When I first saw Annie as she strolled up to our little stretch of lakeside beach, holding hands with Eddy with her hips swaying delicately, I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed glorious, petite but curvy with small firm breasts and flaring hips hidden behind a modest orange bikini. Her long red hair, naturally curly, was hanging loosely around her shoulders which were dotted with freckles. Her nose and cheeks were slightly freckled too, a trait that only added to her sexiness.

Introductions were made and the afternoon passed languidly with the group swigging increasingly lukewarm beer interspersed with the occasional dip in the cold waters of the lake. Annie and I clicked the instant we got talking, my self-deprecating humour and her sharp wit somehow matching up perfectly and we spent the afternoon critiquing other lakeside visitors, from bad choices in swimwear to questionable facial hair styles.

Eddy noticed I was hogging his girl a bit and made sure to break us up repeatedly by either dragging Annie in to the water or laying down on the beach between us and changing the topic of our conversation. I didn’t mind – if I had a girl like Annie I’d be jealously guarding her too, so I couldn’t blame him much.

Once when Eddy had dragged his girlfriend in to the lake I decided to join them, both to cool down a bit and to finish the conversation I’d been having with Annie about an obscure actress I thought nobody else had heard of but of whom Annie was a big fan.

We continued to chat as we swam with Eddy hovering around us and splashing water at us repeatedly, which finally managed to stop our talk and get Annie entangled with her boyfriend and me sheepishly hanging around.

I decided to do some proper swimming and give Eddy some time with his girl, so I swam deeper into the lake until the water got too cold for my liking. I headed back and saw Eddy and Annie playing around in the shallow bits. Only their heads were above water and they were doing some serious kissing and undoubtedly some underwater petting and groping.

As I approached they separated and Annie headed to the shore, with Eddy swimming further in to the lake, probably to let his erection die down. Annie let me catch up with her as we both headed back to the beach, and I noticed her cheeks were rosy and her breath a little hurried.

She greeted me and swam alongside me as we slowly headed back to the beach, and suddenly I felt her hand touch my leg underwater. I slowed down a bit and looked at her, but her face betrayed nothing of what her hand was doing under the surface as she continued chatting with me.

I felt her hand move to my crotch, searching and finding my cock through my swimming trunks. She squeezed it and rubbed my dick slightly with her small lean-fingered hand and I hardened rapidly under her touch.

She let go of me just before we reached the shore and strolled out of the lake, water cascading down her gorgeous body. I hung around in the shallows a bit to let my sudden arousal fade and my cock lose its steelhard stiffness before I got out of the water as well.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. Eddy, maybe sensing there was something going on between me and Annie, kept his girl separated from me and finally made an early exit entirely, dragging a reluctant Annie with him. I stayed at the lake until all the beer was gone and the sun started to set.

———-

I didn’t see Eddy nor Annie again until the start of the new basketball season in early September. At our first practice Eddy showed no animosity towards me, so I hoped he’d forgotten about how I’d flirted with his girlfriend at the lake that day.

After practice Eddy asked if I could come by his place to drop off a new videogame I’d been playing so he could give it a try. I agreed and a few days later on a Saturday afternoon I headed to Eddy’s house. Like myself, Eddy still lived with his parents as the university we went to was nearby for both of us.

When I arrived at Eddy’s place he opened the door for me and welcomed me in. He was wearing tracksuit pants and nothing else, which I didn’t find surprising as it was a pretty warm day. I’d dressed in shorts and a loose shirt myself.

“Hey Ryan, good to see ya. Come on up, it’s just me and Annie here. The folks are away for the weekend.” He closed the door behind me and lead the way to his room. I was surprised to hear that Annie was in as well – I’d expected it to be a typical guys-only afternoon with loads of gaming and swearing at the computer, but with Annie here that was unlikely to happen. It would probably end up as a short stop to drop off the game and I’d be back at my own home, but then without my current favourite videogame to play.

Eddy’s room was on the top floor of the three-story house. His room occupied the whole of the attic with a large skylight providing daylight. Annie, dressed in tight jeans and a red sleeveless top, was lying on the narrow one-person bed in the corner of the room under the slanted roof and looked up from a magazine as I came in.

“Hi Ryan!” she exclaimed and came over to give me a cosy hug. I returned the hug, glancing at Eddy but he didn’t seem to mind – he was actually grinning as he watched Annie hugging me.

“Go ahead and install the game on my PC,” Eddy said as he pulled Annie out of my arms and on to his bed. I moved to his computer desk and settled on the chair as Eddy and Annie lay down on the bed. Immediately they started making out, seemingly forgetting about me entirely.

I shook my head and focused on installing the game on Eddy’s computer. It was a straightforward installation that, after the initial few clicks, required a lot of waiting as the files were copied to the PC’s drive. I leaned back in the chair and looked over to the bed were Annie was now lying on top of Eddy and they were kissing intensely with lots of tongue action.

I suppose I was meant to look away and give them some semblance of privacy, but I figured he’d invited me in here and Annie was quite a sight for sore eyes, so I kept watching the two as they made out with abundant passion. It was actually arousing to watch and I felt a bit of a voyeur.

After a couple of minutes they finally broke their lip and tongue lock and looked at me. Annie giggled. Eddy asked “are you enjoying the view, mate?”

I grinned at him and folded my hands behind my head, leaning back further in the chair. “I sure am,” I said, “don’t stop on my behalf.”

“Hmm, we won’t then,” said Annie as she cupped Eddy’s face and pulled him back into a kiss. I chuckled and kept watching them as they continued their tongue-gymnastics until the PC pinged at me, signalling the completed installation of the game.

I turned my attention back to the computer and as I was wrapping up the game’s installation I heard Annie and Eddy whispering to each other, with some giggling and chuckling going on. I pretended not to notice and started up the game, hoping to show Eddy the game’s opening cinematics which were quite impressive.

But before I got that chance Eddy and Annie had gotten up from the bed and were heading out of his room. “We’re, uh, going to my parents’ room, okay?” Eddy said as he was almost dragged out of the room by a visibly aroused Annie. “Just hang around here and play your game,” Eddy managed to say before a giggling Annie pulled him down the stairs to the first floor.

I sighed and settled back in the chair, knowing all too well what Eddy and Annie would be up to in his parents’ bedroom one floor below. I thought about sneaking down and trying to watch, but decided against it – a little bit of voyeurism was one thing, but if I got caught watching them have sex it might mean the end of our friendship and would lead to some mighty uncomfortable situations at basketball practice.

I skipped the game’s opening cinematics and started a new game. As I waited for the opening level to load I listened intently from any noise coming from downstairs, but I heard nothing. I was slightly turned on by the knowledge that only one floor below me my friend was having sex with a gorgeous young woman, and I decided the game was insufficient distraction from this.

I closed the game and fired up Firefox to start hunting for online porn. If Eddy was having fun downstairs I might as well have some fun of my own, however shallow in comparison.

But before I’d even begun typing the URL of my favourite free porn site I heard the bedroom door one floor down open and Eddy’s voice calling out. “Hey Ryan, come down here for a sec, will ya?”

I was confused. Why did Eddy want me downstairs? Wasn’t he supposed to be having wild sex with his girlfriend? I sighed, closed Firefox and headed down the stairs.

I found Eddy’s parents’ bedroom door slightly ajar and the sounds of rustling bedsheets coming from the room. I hesitated for a moment. “Come on in Ryan,” I heard Annie say from within the room.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. Eddy’s parents bedroom was dominated by a huge king-sized bed with sand-coloured sheets. Annie and Eddy were lying under the sheets, which were pulled up right to their necks. I couldn’t tell how dressed they still were but what I could see from Annie’s shoulders seemed to lack the straps of the top she’d been wearing before.

They were both looking at me and smiling somewhat nervously. “So, Ryan…” Eddy began, but he seemed lost for words after that. Annie continued on his behalf. “Eddy and I have been talking, you know, and, well, we’ve been experimenting with, you know, what we do in bed…” She blushed and hesitated, at which point Eddy seemed to have regained his courage and said “basically we want you to join us in a threesome.”

I blinked and stood there, my mind a confused whirl of thoughts, unsure of what to say or do. Annie locked her eyes on me and leaned towards Eddy, and I saw her arm move under the sheets towards Eddy’s groin. She seemed to grip his cock, a soft groan coming from Eddy, and started to move her hand to bring life to Eddy’s dick.

The sheets had fallen down a bit as she’d leant over Eddy, revealing the beginning of her chest where the curves of her firm breasts began. She kept stroking Eddy’s cock which was rapidly growing under her touch, her eyes never leaving mine. Eddy leaned his head back on the pillow as his girlfriend stroked his member to full erection under the bedsheets.

I felt my own cock hardening in my pants, and my hand moved down automatically to adjust it to give it space. Annie watched me as I did, smiling, and licked her lips. That seemed to do it for me – whatever would happen, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous little fox of a girl, and if I had to do it together with her boyfriend then so be it.

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. As I struggled to get rid of my socks Eddy chuckled, and with a sweep of his arm he pulled the sheets off the bed. Both he and Annie were naked, and the first thing I noticed was the size of Eddy’s dick.

It was positively huge. Annie’s lean fingers barely managed to wrap around Eddy’s shaft entirely as she stroked him slowly, a solid nine inches protruding from a trimmed bundle of black pubes. Eddy was definitely better endowed than me.

The next thing I focused my attention on were Annie’s breasts. They were small and firm and capped with small pink nipples that stood out proudly. Perfectly shaped tits that begged to be palmed and handled, kissed and squeezed and sprayed with cum and rubbed vigorously.

My gaze wandered further down Annie’s body, admiring her tight tummy and shapely hips, until my eyes caught sight of that wonderful valley between her legs. She was shaved entirely bare, not a hint of hair in sight, and her pussy was magnificently formed with pink lips protruding ever so slightly. Now I licked my lips as I imagined diving in there and tasting her.

I pulled off my socks and then, without further ado, got rid of my underwear as well. I had started to shave entirely down there so I was as bald as Annie. My shaft was standing straight out and pulsed with my heartbeat, its purple head swollen and eager.

Annie patted the bed on her other side and I climbed on it, laying down next to her so she was between me and Eddy. She reached for my throbbing fuckstick and her slender fingers wrapped around my steel shaft. She squeezed me before beginning the same slow, deliberate stroking motion she’d been giving Eddy all this time.

Annie looked at me, then Eddy, and then me again, a wide smile playing across her full lips. “Now what am I going to do with these two?” she asked as she squeezed both our cocks.

I moved on to my side and reached for her breasts with one hand, cupping one of her gorgeous firm tits and squeezing it, then letting my fingers play across her hard nipple.

She gasped lightly and I leaned in further, releasing my grip on her tit to let my mouth take over. I wrapped my lips around her small hard nipple and sucked lightly, then opened my mouth wider and sucked more of her firm tit into my mouth.

Eddy moved down the bed and Annie spread her legs to accommodate him. He settled in between her legs and attacked her cunt hungrily. Annie closed her eyes and leant her head back, her hand still wrapped tightly around my pulsating dick.

I moved from one breast to the other, engulfing them with my mouth, sucking her nipples and squeezing them roughly with my big hands.

Eddy licked her cunt furiously, dipping his tongue in to her moist pussy. He then slid one finger in to her fuckhole, slowly pushing it into her until his knuckles touched her cunt. He fingerfucked her slowly as he licked her clit, then added a second finger and started fingering her thoroughly. Annie moaned and squirmed under Eddy’s assault on her pussy and my treatment of her delicious tits.

Annie pulled on my cock and grunted “come up here, let me suck it”, to which I happily obliged. I abandoned her tits and kneeled on the bed beside her head, my raging man-meat aimed at her face. She didn’t hesitate for a moment and immediately wrapped her full lips around my angry cockhead, engulfing my steelhard fuckmeat.

I groaned and grabbed her long red hair, pushing her further down on my throbbing cock. She moaned and tried to swallow the full length of my fuckstick, her tiny mouth stretching to accommodate it.

Eddy in the meantime continued working on Annie’s soaked cunt, alternately sticking his fingers and his tongue in her love-canal and lapping up her musky juices. As Annie’s mouth moved up and down the length of my pulsing dick, Eddy released her cunt from his oral assault and moved to aim his gigantic fuckmeat at her wet hole.

I had front-row seats to the spectacle as he slowly pushed his titanic dick into her, her cunt-lips stretching around his massive member. She moaned louder, my cock embedded in her hungry mouth, as Eddy invaded her cunt with his dick that seemed unable to fit in there.

Somehow he made it fit, though not entirely – almost two inches of his throbbing monster were still outside and a painful jerk from Annie signalled he’d bottomed out. “Careful,” she whispered, “not too deep”, before once more swallowing nearly all of my dick.

I suddenly realised the problem – Eddy was too big. Annie was a petite woman and his massive nine-incher bumped into her cervix well before he had his full length in her. This was obviously a painful experience for her, which meant Eddy could never pump all of his massive boner into her without also causing her significant pain. I wondered if my own more modest six and a half inches would fit, knowing my chance would definitely come very soon.

Eddy began fucking Annie with slow, deliberate thrusts, ensuring he didn’t push too deep every time he shoved his huge fuckmeat forward. Annie’s attention to my own fuckstick continued unwaveringly, as she moved her tongue around my throbbing shaft in her mouth.

I didn’t need to push her head forward any more as she eagerly tried to swallow as much as possible of my hard cock, rapidly moving her mouth up and down my length. She wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock, fingers caressing the bulbous sack of my balls, and with her other hand she grabbed her one of her tits, squeezing roughly.

I leaned over a bit and put my hand on her other tit, squeezing and rubbing it with equal roughness, my fingers pinching her hard nipple. She moaned at this and tried to deep-throat my cock, pushing herself forward as my cock stretched her mouth and rubbed against the back of her throat. She came close to embedding my full length in her throat but had to relent, releasing my throbbing member from her mouth, her saliva dripping from my steely shaft.

She squeezed my balls as she looked up at me with a wide grin, gasping “nearly there.” Eddy in the meantime pumped his monster dick into her tight cunt over and over and, losing a bit of his composure, pressed too deep again, soliciting a pained yelp from his girlfriend.

She glared at him, then pushed him off her. “Time to switch” she said with such total authority that neither I nor Eddy dared to object.

She lithely turned around and got on her hands and knees, her face in Eddy’s crotch and her curvaceous ass pointing invitingly towards me. She got working on Eddy’s engorged manhood instantly, wrapping her luscious lips around his man-meat. She couldn’t get even half of his fuckstick into her mouth but she sure gave it a brave attempt.

I turned my attention to the banquet of feminine pleasures now laid out before me. Her ass was heart-shaped and perfectly curved, with her dripping pussy peaking out from just below the pink sphincter of her asshole. I decided to get as much of this as possible so I leaned in and buried my mouth between her gorgeous asscheeks.

Annie groaned and wiggled her ass in my face as she gorged on Eddy’s cock. My tongue found the folds of her soaked cunt and I tried to shove as much of it into her fuck-chute as possible, thirsty for her juices. She tasted magnificently, her nectar a perfect mix of musky bitterness and creamy sweetness, and I knew right then and there that I’d have to taste this more often.

My hands cupped her asscheeks firmly as my mouth assaulted her moist cunt, my tongue dipping into her folds, then lapping along the whole length of her slit. I let my tongue roam upwards to her pink ass which I teased momentarily with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a groan from Annie, before I ventured back to her soaked pussy.

As juicy as her cunt tasted in my mouth, the need to stuff my fuckmeat into her was growing beyond control. After several delicious minutes of tongue-fucking her canal I decided it was time to put my cock where my mouth was. Yet as I lifted up from her pussy I couldn’t help but linger at her ass for a moment, quickly pushing my tongue against her tight pink sphincter and feeling it relent ever so slightly, provoking another groan from Annie who was busy trying to choke on Eddy’s titanic cock.

Torn between eating her ass and fucking her cunt, I finally chose the latter and got up, positioning myself behind her. I fisted my achingly hard fuckstick, still wet from Annie’s saliva, and aimed it at her soaked cunt.

I rubbed the swollen purple head between her dripping folds, immensely enjoying the soft feeling of wet cuntflesh on my sensitive cockhead. Then I decided to see how I fitted inside there compared to Eddy, and in one hard plunge shoved my man-meat into her tight cunt-chute.

As my balls hit Annie’s pussy I instantly realised I didn’t bottom out – my dick was a perfect fit. Annie groaned with pleasure with her lips locked around Eddy’s shaft, and as I pulled out of her fuckhole a bit she immediately pushed back, eager to feel my full length in her again.

Overcome with lust and confidence born from my ‘victory’ over Eddy I started fucking Annie earnestly, pounding my pulsating fuckstick into her soaked cunt as she choked on Eddy’s monster cock.

My balls slapped against her as I pumped my man-meat into her fuckhole over and over, my hands grasping her hips as I slammed her forward onto Eddy’s dick. Eddy was grinning widely and as I looked at his cock I realised why – Annie had deepthroated him, managing to swallow most of his enormous nine inches.

Every time I slammed my steel-hard cock into her velvety chute she was pushed forward on Eddy’s dick and choked on nearly his full length being stuffed down her throat, his dark pubes tickling her nose. Her continued moans of pleasure every time she pulled back from Eddy’s monster cock indicated she loved it just as much.

On and on I pounded into her, fucking her with an abandon I had never experienced before, determined to give Annie a fucking her boyfriend could never give her. I slammed my fuckmeat into her dripping love-canal over and over, alternately watching my dick disappear in her soaked pink cunt and watching Eddy’s cock vanish into her stretched throat.

My hands on her hips and Eddy’s hands tightly gripping her hair kept Annie firmly in place as we fucked her harshly from both sides. I saw Annie’s hand move up between Eddy’s legs and guessed she was fingering his ass, something which was soon confirmed by a gasp and loud groan from Eddy. He gritted his teeth and seemed focused on spewing his load down his girlfriend’s throat.

I was not going to be far behind as I sensed my balls tightening and tingling, and I increased the pace of my fucking, pumping my throbbing man-meat into Annie’s cunt-chute harder and faster still. Without warning Eddy’s orgasm hit and he grabbed Annie’s head to shove her all the way down his cock.

She nearly managed to get all of Eddy’s monster cock into her mouth as he came, pumping his thick cream down her throat. I came not a second later, shoving my pulsating fuckstick into Annie’s cunt with such power that she was forced down further on Eddy’s cock, finally taking all of his length into her throat as he continued to cum.

My cock spewed forth thick roped of creamy cum deep inside Annie’s trembling cunt who, I realised amidst my own orgasmic bliss, was also cumming. Her cunt pulsed around my jerking rod, milking every last drop of ball-batter from my orgasming cock.

Eddy finally finished cumming and pulled his massive boner from Annie’s stretched throat, thick ropes of cum and saliva dripping down his huge shaft. I slammed into Annie a few times more, depositing the last remnants of my jism into her fuckhole, before I too collapsed back onto the bed.

Annie followed suit, laying down between us as she gasped for breath. “Whoa, that was awesome…” she grunted as she patted my leg and Eddy’s face, her head in Eddy’s lap and her legs draped across mine.

———-

Twenty minutes later I was taking a shower in Eddy’s parents’ bathroom, cleaning myself up before intending to head home. It had been a surprising but spectacularly good afternoon, and I was still basking in the afterglow of it all.

I suddenly heard the door open and through the haze of hot water saw a naked Annie step into the bathroom. She closed the door delicately behind her and then turned to me, walking up to the bath.

“Eddy’s fast asleep, as usual” she said as she stepped into the bath with me and nudged me aside to get to the shower’s hot sprays.

I stepped back in the spacious bathtub to give her room and let my eyes roam across her lovely curves as she stood under the water. I felt a stirring in my groin. “Is he a deep sleeper?” I asked, trying to sound innocent but failing utterly.

She turned to me and caught my gaze, a smile playing across her full lips. “Very deep,” she said, running her hands over her chest. With one hand she squeezed one of her fabulous tits, tweaking the nipple between her fingers. Her other hand roamed down her tummy to between her legs, where her fingers found the folds of her cunt and began to slowly rub herself. Her eyes never left mine.

“What you did back there,” she said as she lazily pleasured herself and I felt the blood rushing back to my cock, “with your mouth on my ass….” She licked her lips before continuing, “That felt awesome.”

She turned around and leant over, putting her hands against the bathroom wall and sticking her ass out at me. “Do it again,” she said.

Naturally I complied. I knelt in the bathtub and put my hands on Annie’s asscheeks, spreading them slightly. Her pussy was red from the pounding it had received and I gave it a gentle kiss and a lick, provoking a soft moan from Annie.

Then I moved my focus to the prize – her tight pink asshole. First I lapped my tongue lazily across it, wetting it with my spit and feeling the texture of her sphincter on my tongue.

I then circled her ass with my tongue, dipping lightly into her sphincter, before going back to licking across it. Annie’s breath turned to shallow gasps, and a glance revealed she was massaging one of her tits while I attended to her ass.

I pressed my tongue against her asshole, lightly at first, then circling it again before pressing once more. I continued to press against it, as if gently knocking on her backdoor with my tongue, steadily increasing the force of my tongue.

I felt her sphincter relax and relent and finally open slightly to my tongue, letting the tip of it invade her ass. She gasped louder and moaned, and I pressed harder with my tongue, feeling her ass surrender more to it and dipping deeper into her tight asshole.

She pressed her ass back against my face as my tongue pushed forward into her. I moved one hand up and, after briefly rubbing the folds of her pussy, slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. She was soaked with her own juices and my cum and I fucked her pussy slowly as my tongue fucked her tight ass.

My cock was by now of course back to full strength, throbbing between my legs as I ate Annie’s ass and fingerfucked her well-pounded cunthole.

I withdrew my fingers from her soaked cunt, taking a healthy load of cunt-juice and cum with it, and spread this out over Annie’s ass. Then I gently pushed one wet finger against her tight asshole, which resisted at first.

But helped by my easing up of her ass with my tongue her sphincter finally relented to my finger and the first digit slipped inside. Annie moaned loudly now and pushed her ass back to me again. “More,” she breathed huskily.

Aided by cumjuice I pushed my finger in deeper, all the way until it was embedded in her ass to the knuckle. I pulled it out ever so slowly before pushing it back in, repeating the process several times.

Then I almost pulled my finger out entirely, leaving just the tip of it inside of her ass, and put a second finger against her tight opening. “Oh god, yesss….” she whispered as I began to push two fingers in to her hot tight backdoor, slowly forcing them knuckle-deep into her bowels.

Two fingers or one cock, I thought, what the hell. I stood up behind her and withdrew my fingers from Annie’s ass, which solicited a questioning moan from her. I took my manhood, steely hard and angrily red from my earlier pounding of her cunt, and rubbed its engorged head against her pink asshole.

Annie looked back over her shoulder and seemed to hold her breath as I applied pressure. My cockhead was significantly bigger than my two fingers, and initially her sphincter denied me access. But I pressed on and Annie too seemed intent on this to happen as she pushed back against me with both her hands pressing against the bathroom wall, warm water cascading down her back.

At last her ass surrendered to my throbbing fuckstick and I felt the head of my cock go in, her tight sphincter grasping my shaft. Annie let go of a short gasping moan, letting her head hang between her arms as she held herself steady.

I waited for a moment, my eyes fixed on where my cock was now invading Annie’s backdoor chute, and then I pushed forward again with gentle but firm pressure, forcing more and more of my throbbing manhood into her incredibly tight asshole.

With my fuckmeat halfway up her ass I paused again and pulled back until just the head of my cock was still in her. “Please, more,” Annie gasped, and I pushed forward again until I could go no further.

I pulled back again, then pressed forward once more, over and over, slowly and steadily, easing Annie’s ass open to my pulsating man-meat. Finally my hips touched hers with the full length of my steel hard shaft embedded into her asshole.

“God yes,” I heard her moan in between gasping breaths, “fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

And I did. I started a slow, deep, intense fucking of her ass, pulling back until I was almost out, then shoving my cock back in to her tight anal chute until my balls pressed against her cunt. Over and over, again and again, in and out, steadily and firmly as the hot shower soaked us both – I was intending to make this assfucking last.

Annie began rubbing her pussy, her fingers sliding across her clit before finding her cunthole and dipping inside. Feeling herself filled in both her anal hole and soaked cunt she moaned even louder and shoved more fingers in to her pussy, fucking herself as I pumped her ass.

I increased my pace, watching the full length of my cock disappear into Annie’s tight anal chute over and over. I was fucking my friend’s hot girlfriend up the ass in his own home’s bathroom and she was loving every second of it.

My thrusts turned in to pounding as I slammed my engorged fuckmeat in to her forbidden ass again and again, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I buried my shaft in her anal chute.

Annie grabbed one of my hands and pulled it across her as she pushed back from the backroom wall, making me hold her up as I fucked her ass. We effortlessly changed from a horizontal assfuck to a vertical one, with me slamming my pulsing dick up in to her tight ass as she tiptoed on the bathtub’s curving surface. Her arm wrapped around my head as she leaned her head back against my shoulder, her mouth searching for mine.

We kissed, intensely and passionately, our tongues entwining as I kept up the pace of our heated fucking. Again and again I rammed by fuckmeat up into her asshole, her anal hole now welcoming my throbbing length with ease, our mouths locked together.

For the second time that day I felt that familiar tingling in my balls, and I could no longer maintain our kiss. Annie sensed my impending orgasm and leant forward again to give me all the access I needed to severely pound her ass.

My balls tightened and I rammed my man-meat into her anal chute. Annie again thrust her fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking herself as I fucked her ass, our loud moans and grunts echoing in the bathroom.

I slammed my cock into her ass with all the strength I could muster as I came with an intensity I’d never before experienced, the force of my orgasm seemingly emanating from the tip of my toes to the crown of my skull before concentrating in my throbbing cock and spewing forth from my engorged cockhead into Annie’s tight bowels.

Annie continued to pump her fingers in to her pussy, faster and harder, as I again rammed in to her ass, and again, with every wave of my overwhelming orgasm, depositing thick loads of cum deep in her anal hole.

Then she came as well, her ass tightening like a vice around my orgasmic shaft, her body trembling against mine as she moaned and jerked in the throes of her orgasm. She shuddered and thrust her fingers in to her pulsating cunt as her ass milked the last of my jism from my aching fuckmeat.

I could no longer hold myself up and staggered backwards, my cock retreating from Annie’s mauled ass, trailing strands of cum. I sat down on the edge of the bath, my chest heaving with heavy breaths, as Annie turned and leaned back against the bathroom wall.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed, running a hand through her soaked long red hair. I chuckled and nodded assent.

Then the bathroom door opened and Eddy stood there, staring at us with shock in his eyes. 

Charlies Grades

Short Story

It wasn’t quite the end to the day that he expected. It wasn’t easy telling a student that her grades were sinking fast and that he was going to have to inform her parents that night that she would have to be dropped down a class. After all, they were paying a lot of money to send her to his school and they would be horrified to know that she was dropping down. But he had to tell them, it was his duty as her teacher.

As he got up from his desk, ready to leave, there was a knock on the door. “Enter” he said, and the door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was the girl, Charlie. She looked at him and said “Can I talk to you please Sir?”

He looked at his watch and said “Yes, I have a few minutes before I have to leave”

She walks in and stands there, looking scared… “Sir, it’s about my grades.”

He looks up from his desk. “We have discussed this earlier and you know I have to inform your parents how badly you are doing”

“But Sir, if they find out, I will be in so much trouble. Please give me one last chance to get my marks higher Sir.”

He looks up and sees she is sobbing a little, tears running down her smooth young face. He rises from his chair and walks round to her. Offering her a tissue, he tells her to sit on the chair, and he walks to the door and closes it. As the door clicks shut, she hears the key turn in the lock, and wonders why he has locked them in.

He walks back to his desk, but instead of sitting behind it, he lowers himself on the corner directly in front of her. He looks down and notices the buttons of her shirt are open a bit too far down and he sees the soft skin of her pert breasts cupped in her bra. He knows it’s wrong to stare but he finds it impossible to look away.

“I have given you too many chances to improve already” he says “so why should I give you another?”

Charlie looks up at him, her eyes still wet from her tears and says “I know Sir, but this time I would do anything to stop my parents finding out” and she crosses her legs slowly making her skirt ride up her thigh.

His eyes drop as her legs cross and he can’t help but notice a glimpse of white panties on her thigh, as he skirt has lifted just an inch or two too much. He feels a growing sensation in his groin and stands to try and hide it, her face level with his waist.

“You say you will do anything to stop me telling your parents, Charlie?” he asks as he feels his manhood still hardening.

“Oh yes Sir, I will, I will do whatever it takes to keep them from finding out”She looks up at him and nods, “Yes Sir, I understand. And yes, I agree. My life would be hell if you expel me Sir.”

“Very well, he says, you have made your choice and there is no going back now. Fulfil the tasks I set you and your grades will be improved.”

“Thank you Sir. What do you want me to do, tidy the desk, make tea for you?”

He looks down at her and puts a finger over his lips as if to say “Shhhhhhhh”

With her still sat on the chair, he reaches down and unzips the fly on his trousers and they fall to the floor, leaving him there with a bulging erection in his boxers. He slips them over it and his cock is inches from her face…. “Touch it, he tells her.

“But Sir, that’s, that’s, that’s wrong Sir”

“You agreed to my tasks, you do as I say now”

She is shaking a little but knows that she has to do as he bids or get thrown out the school. Her hand slowly moves to the tip and she touches it. She is shocked at how hard it feels. She had heard all about boys and their erections but this was the first time she had even seen one, let alone touched one.

“Hold it in your hand” he says “wrap your fingers round it and rub it”

Her tiny fingers take a grip and she begins to rub the shaft up and down, the foreskin covering then uncovering the deep red head of his cock. He closes his eyes and breaths softly with every stroke.

“Is this what you mean Sir” she asks, looking up at his face. He looks down at her and says ”Oh yes, you are doing that just right. But there is more to come. Now stand up.”

Her hand releases the throbbing cock and she stands as instructed.

“What do you want now then Sir”

“Unbutton your shirt and unzip your skirt for me Charlie” he says.

She knows that its wrong but she also knows she has no choice but to do as he tells her. With her hands shaking, she unbuttons her shirt and it falls open revealing her tight white bra. Her skirt falls to the floor when she unzips it and her little white panties are exposed.

“Take the shirt off”

She obeys and it lies next to her skirt on his office floor. She is left standing in her matching bra and panties, and the cold air makes her young nipples stiffen and press against the smooth cotton of her bra.

He takes a few seconds to look at her, then moves close, and his hand reaches out to rub over her erect nipples, teasing them with his fingers… She lets out a soft moan, she has only ever done this to herself, never has a man touched her there… She tried to hide it but the pleasure running through her veins is too much. Her breathing gets faster as he touches them, her breasts rising and falling with every touch. He reaches behind and with one flick, the bra comes undone and her small firm tits are free, free for him to suck on… his mouth engulfs them in turn, sucking and biting them softly. She has never felt such a feeling as this, and she moans over and over again…

He reaches for her hand and guides it back to his cock, and she knows what he wants… more rubbing. She takes a firm grip again and he feels even harder than before.

Having tasted her nipples, he is dying to put his tongue between her thighs, and he stands upright, and tells her to sit on the edge of the desk…  She does as she is told once more, and he stands there, and looks down at the tight white triangle of cotton that is covering her young womanhood. There is a small damp patch there and he knows that she is ready… he kneels and slowly peels her panties down and her pussy is exposed, the soft wispy hairs slightly wet from her juices. He moves in and lets the tip of his tongue run over her lips, softly, gently and she gasps. He lifts her legs up and onto his shoulders and then he presses his face hard on to her… his tongue finds her clitoris and its hot, throbbing and feels as if she is on fire! She tastes so sweet and fresh. He is the only man to have eaten her and she can’t help but writhe with the pleasures his tongue is giving her.

Harder he licks and every so often he sucks hard on her clit… She is so close to having her first real orgasm. She had played on her bed on her own a few times but nothing ever felt as good as this…. Just as she feels the surge of her cum rising, he stops…… Why, don’t stop!!!! Keep licking me!!!

He stands up, lifts her off the desk and turns her round…… “Bend over” that’s all he says “Bend over”

With her pussy still aching Charlie bends over his big desk, and her pert little bottom is in the air… She feels him behind her, and feels that hard cock of his pressing against her cheeks… He reaches down and guides it, the tip nestling on her wet pussy lips, and then he pushes it in, an inch at a time, slowly, gently, until she feels the whole of his girth in her… She lets out a small whimper of pain as it hurts her… “Relax” he says” You are wet and that will make me nice and slippery”

She lets out a deep sigh and then relaxes a little, and she feels him pushing his cock in and out of her pussy… slowly it eases and the more he enters her, the wetter she becomes….She feels more relaxed and now finds herself pushing back to meet each stroke…. His hands grip her waist and he begins to really go deep….. His balls are hitting her cheeks every time he is fully in her…. She feels her body letting go and she knows she is close….. close to that explosion of her orgasm… She can’t help but scream out loudly as she cums for the very first time….

Harder and harder he fucks her… pounding deep… his balls are tightening too as her tight pussy muscles grip and milk him….. He knows he cannot allow his cream to shoot in her pussy so he pulls out….

“Kneel down” he tells her…. “Kneel down now and take my cock in your mouth….

She is so turned on that she sinks to her knees and takes that hard cock in her mouth, and sucks it like she had been sucking cock for years…. He holds the back of her head and fucks her mouth and he knows she will be getting his cum any second…. As the hot cum rises he holds her head tight in place and fills her mouth with his salty load…

Swallow it, he demands, swallow my seed… he keeps her head in place to make her drink his cum. She is swallowing fast as he has filled her moth with a full load of cum…

As the last drop oozes from the tip of his cock, he releases her head and his softening cock falls from her mouth….

She looks up and smiles, and asks “Have I fulfilled my tasks now Sir?”

He slips his clothes back on and say “Yes, for today. However if your grades fall againCharlie, you will have to come to my office again, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, I understand fully…”

He sits back behind his desk and tells her to go, and says he will be keeping a very close eye on her work from now on.

As she leaves she turns round, winks at him and says “I do hope my grades fall again very soon Sir”

A Swim In The Mountains

“Well, are we going?” she asked, eyebrows raised above pale blue eyes, her hands making a cute little questioning gesture.

          She stood in the doorway, illuminated by the midday sun, a picture of angelic perfection if there ever was one. She was about 160cm in height, just over eight stone, very skinny, not much meat on her. Her skin was as pale as the moon and she had shoulder-length midnight black hair that she usually wore long with her bangs crafted into a bulbous shape. Her lips were puffy and perpetually coated in fire truck red lipstick. Her ass was big for a girl of her size and very round, no doubt the product of countless squats. She liked to joke that she had a “J-Lo booty.” Her breasts too shared the perfection of circumference that her ass did and were pleasantly an exact handful. Her voice was cute, sweet, making her sound younger than her twenty-one years.

          At the moment she was wearing a black crop top with some metal band’s name across the front in medieval era lettering and a pair of very short denim shorts. They were practically hot pants; they fit her snugly and revealed most of her smooth, milky thighs. Just peeking out of the top of her shorts was the white border of an orange and white bikini bottom. Similarly, her crop top was cut so short that the top of her swimsuit was visible in brief flashes, holding back her not inconsequential cleavage. She was barefoot and both her feet and her hands bore black nail polish. Her tongue was pierced with what looked like a tiny silver barbell. Her eyelashes were like that of a 1950s movie starlet, thick and noticeable.

          She batted her eyelashes at me now, kept her icy blue eyes locked on mine, a little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

          There was one more thing about her that was as attractive as everything else about her put together….and when you combined that with the rest, she was irresistible, full-stop.

           Her name was Lucy…and she was my stepsister.


          I had just gotten back from a six month tour in Afghanistan with the Royal Marines. It had been brutal, worse than training, if that’s possible. Murderous heat during the day, bone-chilling cold at night, people out to kill you, wanting to kill you in the worst way, endless patrols, the boredom, the anger, the complete and utter sexual frustration. The latter perhaps affected our unit most universally. They weren’t any women in our platoon and the nearest village consisted of only a handful of women all above the age of sixty. For six months we didn’t even so much as hear a female voice over the radio. Everyone was starved half-mad without exception, but I had a secret weapon.

          Lucy was the only person, family or friend, who wrote me regularly and kept it up the whole time I was over there. We’d only known each other a few, short years since our parents eloped, but it felt much, much longer. And I admit, I’d always had a crush on her and I challenge any heterosexual male to look at her and imagine feeling otherwise, relations aside. Of course, I never expressed it, and I didn’t know how she felt, though she was always sweet and playful with me, teasing me that I must have a very active sex life. If only she knew. She also kept a picture of me, musclebound and shirtless during Marine training, in her room on a nightstand. I was always far too scared to make a move though and desperately tried to conceal how I felt. She must have noticed though…somehow.

          Not only did she write me regularly for my whole tour, but with each letter came pictures. In one shot she was dressed in a red flannel crop top and tight jean shorts while sitting on a log in the woods, looking pensive. In another she was dressed in black combat boots, a barely thigh length black shirt, and a band t-shirt. She was into the Goth scene a bit, but could also look absolutely ordinary (well as ordinary as it got for a girl as good looking as her) when the situation warranted it. My favorite picture that she sent me was of her in an orange bikini with white borders along the edges, standing with one leg slightly curled upward atop a sand dune at the beach. Christ, she looked amazing. Her stomach was absolutely flat, her “V” line well-defined, her hip bones prominent, and she had cute little brown birth marks littering her body. As if to drive the point home, she included another picture of her in the orange-and-white bikini, this one from behind. She was looking over her shoulder, one hand on her left hip, her shapely ass jutting towards the camera ever so slightly, back dimples clearly visible. That bikini bottom was pressed on her so tight, and it was so sheer, that if you looked hard enough you could see the outline of her ass like the moon over the day. The look she was giving the camera was a smiling, happy one, but below the surface (and perhaps just in my mind), it was an inviting one, a tempting one, almost a commanding one. I shamelessly jerked myself off to that photo dozens of times, I dreamed of it at night, and hallucinated about it while on countless patrols in the arid mountains. I was the only one in my unit to genuinely smile those last few months.

          Through our constant correspondence in which we spoke of everything and anything yet rarely touched on the war, we came to the agreement that when I got back, we’d spend a whole day together, just us. It would be a brother-sister day, to celebrate, to see each other again, to welcome me back home, to just be alive. The thought of such a day sustained me through many a wearing time over there. Furthermore, we settled on going swimming in a lake within the mountains. We both knew the spot and had previously hiked past it a few times during various outings with friends and family. I made her promise to wear that orange-and-white bikini. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to see me in it ; ),” she wrote back.

           I quite literally shook with excitement when I read her reply.


          As I knocked on her door, I still hadn’t quite stopped quivering at the thought of a whole day with her. In another moment, the door opened and I could think no more.

“Brother!” she squeaked before practically running into my arms, jumping at the last second and wrapping her legs around me, clasping them together firmly just at the small of my back.

          We embraced tightly, my heart beating out of my chest, lost in the moment of our reunion. I felt her luscious, warm lips kiss my cheek, then she looked me in the eyes. I stared back at her, happy to be home, overjoyed to see my dear stepsister who’d saved my morale from hitting rock bottom over there.

          Without a word more, we kissed. There was no tongue, it was just a peck, but she held it a second too long. And in that second, I knew I couldn’t hold back my unbearable feelings for her. Before the day was out, I was determined to see just how mutual those feelings were.

          She pulled back and smiled at me, I felt my cock hardening rapidly and pressing up against her. Overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, I set her down gently. She took a step back, looked me over, up and down. She wet her lips, smiled at me, and looked me in the eyes, matching my gaze.

“Well, are we going?” she asked expectantly, eagerly almost.

“Uh, y-yes, uh we are,” I stuttered, trying to regain my composure.

           Going with my gut, I held out my hand, she took it, and together we walked to my jeep.


          The ride to the mountains was uneventful. It was a hot, humid day out, not a cloud in the sky, the brilliant blueness of the atmosphere almost blinding at times. She continued to hold my hand as we drove. She made point of putting on a pair of silver, almost metallic looking aviator sunglasses. An accessory, might I add, that I had mentioned in one of my letters as something that looked ravishing on “the right girl.” My jeep was an old clunker, a 1970s civilian version of the standard-issue military jeep. It had no roof or doors and was sky blue in color. About the only thing of value on it were its monstrous tires, a feature which necessitated me grabbing Lucy by the waist and hoisting her aboard. She enjoyed that I could tell, letting off an adorable giggle. No sooner was I seated did she take my hand again.

          Looking over at her, the window tossing her silky black hair, whipping her crop top, the heavy metal blasting, our hands tangled together upon her thigh, the brutal humidity of the day washed away, the fact that I was home wasn’t just hitting me hard, but the fact that I was with her. And with her amorous interest suspect, I had no reason to hold back.

          I drove as fast as I could and quite aggressively, eliciting a few more giggles from her. I was dying to know how the day would turn out. I could not stand to wait a second longer than necessary in the most literal sense.


          After we both jumped down from the jeep, she removed her sunglasses, came around to my side and hugged me, hard, resting her head on my chest, doubtlessly feeling its muscular composition.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” she cooed, sincere relief in her voice.

“I won’t leave again,” I muttered, mindlessly stroking her hair as she desperately clung to me.

          She looked up at me with her baby blue eyes, an almost pleading look about her. Delicately, she extricated herself from me and we exchanged warm smiles once again. I put an arm around her waist, running a finger or two over her pronounced hip bone again and again, and silently we made our way to the lake.

          Upon reaching the muddy bank of the mountain lake, we set a towel down. It was picturesque, a more serene setting you couldn’t have asked for. The birds were chirping, the smell of fresh grass was carried on the wind, the crisp mountain air filled our lungs, and the cool shade of the trees provided a welcome contrast to the unforgiving afternoon sun.

“It’s just like I remember it,” I murmured without thinking.

“Ready to swim?” Lucy inquired of me, a sparkle in her eyes, seemingly as eager as I was.

“I’m ready,” I answered, holding our eye contact.

          Without a word more she turned and began peeling herself out of her clothes, following her lead I turned and did the same. I had on a pair of green swim trunks that were the same shade of green as the beret all Royal Marines wore. Behind me I heard her unzip her jean shorts.

          As quickly as I could I changed and turned around to face her and there she stood, just like the picture she sent me, except a hundredfold better as she was real, in front of me, and perhaps desired me as terribly as I her. She even curled her right leg a little to assume the same pose she was holding in the photograph. She smiled at me, cocking her head in a “what do you think” fashion.

          Stunned by the fantasy of so many lonely, starved nights in Afghanistan coming to life, I couldn’t muster a word. I managed a step forward and that was it. It felt like I was having a heart attack and I noticed myself breathing hard, as though I was in the middle of a 30 kilometer ruck.

          She stepped forward as well, into my arms again, my hands finding the dimples on her back. She looked up at me, moved closer, and again, our lips met in perfect synchronicity. Again, it was held a second too long, sending a bolt of lightning through me. Now it could not be denied. The taste of her lips matched her demeanor, vibrant and sweet. Her lips rivaled peaches in terms of juicy succulence and they were so big they nearly engulfed mine. She pulled away nonchalantly and gave me a devilish smile.

“Let’s go,” she said softly, before turning and slowly walking into the lake, looking back over her shoulder at me. Gradually, the water inched up her pale, slender, birthmark-covered body. She held her eye contact with me till it was up to the middle of her back.

          Still recovering from our passionate kiss, I couldn’t even mutter an answer. I merely willed myself forward and followed after her, my body shaking visibly and badly, my mind scrambled. She wanted me, and I definitely wanted her, now I just had to press it home. I was always nervous around attractive women, Lucy included. Her reciprocation did a lot to mitigate that, but still my very being was going wild, mad at the prospect of having her.

          Lucy swam about lake effortlessly, her toned body parting the murky mountain water as if she were part-submarine. I swam around aimlessly, my mind racing about what I should do next. My heart was thumping so strongly by this point that it was making ripples in the water. I was busy trying to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had transpired since I picked her up just an hour earlier when I noticed her gliding towards me.

          With just her head above the water and a cheeky smile on her face, she approached me. Caught off guard, I made eye contact with her and addressed her first.

“Hey Lucy, the waters’ like bathwater today,” I stammered, my cock already stiffening at her close proximity.

          Wordlessly she latched on to me, wrapping her legs around me, and resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her legs clamp together behind my back.

“I missed you,” she whimpered.

          I tenderly stroked her hair, which was still dry, before putting my hands underneath her deliciously round ass, supporting her in the water.

“Well, I’m here now and I won’t be going away again,” I told her, lying as I knew the Marines could very well call me back for another tour, but wanting badly to make her feel safe and reassured.

          She lifted her head from my shoulder, we locked eyes, and kissed, full-on and passionately. Instantly, my stiff cock, already pressed up against her stomach, began throbbing, pulsating as more blood thundered into it. We held the kiss for a long second. She pulled back, uncurled herself from me, giggled once more and swam off towards the shore. I felt toyed with for a second, but only a second. The mere kiss had caused me to pre-cum a little from its sheer intensity. Watching her ass pop above the water as she stroked to shore, seeing the outline of her curves…it reinvigorated me, caused me to regain my self-possession. I was going to go for it.

          I pursued her to the shoreline and onto the bank. She stood on our towel, seemingly waiting for me. I trudged up to her and stood beside her, trying to conceal my uncontrollable shake.

“What’s the hurry?” she asked playfully, looking me up and down, the ever-present smile stretched across her face.

“I wanted another kiss from my dear stepsister who I missed sooo much,” I blurted out, not concealing it any longer.

          Before she could reply I took her into my arms and kissed her. She moaned in surprise for a second before her arms wrapped around me. My hands slid down her back as I went in for another kiss, this time with tongue, as much as I wanted. She responded as I hoped, rubbing her tongue against mine, our pace increasing, now fully locked in a passionate make-out. Her nails dug into my back, my hands cupped her perfect ass and squeezed hard. I’d wanted to do that for years, I pawed her over and over, pushing her into me, my cock blossoming into a wholly hard raging erection, pressing against her stomach, undeniable, beating as if it had a heart of its own.

“Brother…” she gasped as she broke away for just a second before our kissing recommenced, hotter and heavier than ever.

          I ground myself against her, rubbing my cock against her sheathed pussy and glass-smooth stomach. My hands went under her bikini bottom and embraced her pale, symmetrical ass. She whimpered in reply, her one hand on the back of my head, pushing my tongue further down her throat. Before long, her other hand began pulling down my swim trunks. Abruptly she broke away, knelt before me, pulled my trunks the rest of the way down in one clean jerk, and confronted with my manhood at its peak, gripped it with one hand whilst showcasing a sinister smile.

          Wasting no time, she took the length of it into her mouth, pressing it to the back of her throat, gagging on it, her precious blue eyes watering a tad. Her thick lips consumed my shaft, pressing on it with just enough pressure to drive me closer to orgasm every second they slid along my throbbing member. She worked herself up and down on it, stimulating my g-spot when she reached the tip with loving flicks of her pierced tongue. Hungrily, she moaned as she worked. She was an absolute expert at it, I had a hard time remaining standing. I’d never, never felt so helpless, so powerless, so dominated yet so absolutely thrilled at the same time in my whole life. My hands weakly gripped her head as my breaths came in hard rasps. It even sounded like it does in the movies, you know, that watery gurgling sound. I was going to cum any second, I couldn’t take it, couldn’t stand up to the tornado of gentle yet forceful tongue thrusts she was blanketing my manhood in. I caught myself involuntarily moaning as she pulled back and let my cock drape over her face, her tongue impishly jabbing at it.

“Lucy…….” I wheezed.

          She let go of me just before I was about to burst, seeming to detect the rapidly increasing pace of the blood pounding through my cock. Still on her knees, she grabbed my arms and pulled me down to her level. I welcomed the chance to sit, I was so destroyed from her intense oral gymnastics that I could barely have told you my first name. Smiling evilly, she pushed me onto my back.

“Brother….” she whispered again, locking eyes with me.

          I heard her making some movements down below as our stare-down continued, but thought nothing of it, instead concentrating deeply on restoring my breathing. She leaned over me and we kissed again, her tongue playing with mine. In another moment, I was overcome by the intensely pleasurable sensation of her lowering herself onto my engorged manhood. She was remarkably tight, but wet enough so that there was no resistance. She leaned back, finding the “sweet spot,” and was now sitting astride me, her ass pushing down, getting every last inch of my cock driven deep inside her. Down she slid till her cute bum touched my balls. She let off a moan and a pained expression danced across her features. After placing her hands on my chest, she dutifully began popping herself up and down on my cock.

          My hands instinctively gripped her ass, gently guiding her as she rode me at an increasingly hard and fast rate, quickly coating my cock with her cum.

“Oh, brother…” she moaned as she steadied herself, hands on the ground, and twerked her ass rapidly up and down on me, her eyes shut tight, lost in rapturous caverns of pleasure, lost in the moment.

          I held her by the hips, focused on plunging myself balls deep into her with every thrust. Unable to contain myself, I felt up her flawless stomach and pushed my hands underneath her bikini top, caressing her hard nipples. I pushed the bikini top up over her puffy tits, exposing them. They jiggled in time with her bouncing and reminded me of cupcakes with a cherry on top. I groped them madly, so many years, so many fantasies all coming to fruition in a matter of minutes, nothing in my life even held a candle to it.

          She sat back on my cock, pulled her bikini top over her head, and remained upright, her fingertips on my chest again. She started a down and out rhythm to her riding, slamming down on me at first before pushing her ass back in time. I couldn’t hold on much longer, though I wanted it to last forever. How I lasted as long as I did was something of a miracle.

          An overwhelming burst of pleasure hit me, the precursor to the inevitable, explosive orgasm. I gripped her ass, hard, my fingernails digging into it unconsciously. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I heard her moaning, now more like shrieking, increase in tempo. I caught her smile out of the corner of my upturned eye, she knew what she was doing, and what would come next.

          After pushing herself down on me extremely roughly a few more times, I lost it. My muscle-control and ability to think rationally went out the window. I was fucked into another dimension quite literally. I squeezed her ass till it bled in several miniscule pinpricks. She leaned over me, her erect nipples poking my chest, our hot, staccato breaths mingling as we tried to regain some control over our bodies. I had shot a huge load in her, the largest I’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise. It must have been akin to a regulation size golf ball, shot off in four or five warm, stringy bursts deep inside her. It felt endless, like I came for a minute solid, like it’d never end. Tears were in my eyes.

          The first thing I remember seeing was her smiling back at me, a self-satisfied smile, like she got what she wanted. She inched closer and kissed me, I feebly kissed her back, my hands massaging her hips. Moving her ass with expert precision she pushed my cock out and slid off to the side of me. She positioned her head on my shoulder and draped an arm and a leg over mine.

          I was still trying to catch my breath and re-orient myself in reality when I saw it. It was the most glorious and perfect sight ever seen by man. My dear stepsister’s shaved pussy was positively filled with my cum, stuffed with it, oozing with it. It resembled a pupil-less eye, staring right back at me, reaching into my soul. She lay against me quietly, her labored breaths rustling my chest hair, and made no attempt to clean herself. Overcome by the expulsion, my cock still dripping, I let my head drop back to the towel. With my one arm wrapped around her, I played my hand over her velvety black hair, across her cheek and to her mouth.

          Without missing a beat, she took my index finger into her mouth and began fellating it, sucking on it and working up and down on it as if it were my cock, making a sincere effort, not just doing it for show.

          I turned my head on its side, glancing for a half-second a line of my seed running across her thigh. The great homecoming fuck fantasy, shared by all soldiers in every war since time immemorial had come to fulfillment for me…and it had been with the girl, the woman, I’d wanted most of all…Lucy…my stepsister.

          I continued to rasp like a wounded animal as she pushed my index finger out of her mouth with her tongue and once extracted, gave the tip of it a little, loving kiss.

Possessed

Short Story

It was a Saturday and apparently the hottest summer day on record and I was thankful that Mandy who had skipped our shared apartment two months ago without paying her share of the rent and the electricity and the water bill and the internet connection and sneakily emptying the grocery kitty fund on top of the fridge; hadn’t for some reason taken the large free standing air conditioning unit. I had surmised it was too big to put in herpissy little two door car. Well hey I was a tad annoyed with her. She had just dropped out of Uni study for a guy, just like that. And here I was newly moved in with her only four months ago, with all the frickin bills. I assumed items like the TV, the fridge, the washing machine and the lounge came with the apartment, you know semi-furnished or Mandy hadn’t cared, caught in the glare of love and didn’t give a fuck about her white goods or would rudely turn up soon and demand them. Oh well I‘d deal with that when it happened. It was just too hot to think today.

Of course when some mail kept arriving from some company, addressed to her; initially I just piled them up inside the front door on the side table. Then I couldn’t give a stuff and just started throwing them away. Unopened and of course unread. Even though they were arriving marked urgent and the last envelope had some sort of default bullshit warning on it. Maybe it was her bloody car, they were after.

God it was hot. I put the air con fan on maximum, and even in a small front room it was struggling to make a difference. I thought maybe a cold shower was the go, so I striped off and got ready. I realised my body felt really good and cooler as I caught a waft from the fan. Mmm, this was the way go, my birthday suit and the air-con. I realised it was even better as I lifted and separated my sweaty boobs and opened my legs where even though I was nicely shaved; my flappy lipettes were tacked together. I was nicely enjoying myself; my body was aroused by the cool wafting air and I was starting to slowly play with myself. You know the soft, slow, alone, sensual arousal, working the secret spots that give the assured response back to you so easily. I was enjoying my alone and indulgent ‘in the buff’ state.

The knocking at the door was loud and intrusive, well I was naked and fondling my tits and fingering my girly zone in the lounge, in front of the fan. I scrambled around, looking for clothes, rather annoyed. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Then I thought if its Mandy, the bitch isn’t getting the air-conditioner today, no way. I went to my bedroom and grabbed my bath robe. Whoever it was, well I was going to look bathroom busy and give them short shift.

The banging was intense. Well it was close to thumping. I slid the security bolt back and released the deadlock. My face was suddenly full of a piece of paper thrust directly at it with some swift garbled obviously rehearsed script  sounding like a bailiff’s court order, ‘default payments’ and ‘repossession’ and then the door frame was occupied by three big guys. I mean big guys. Like all over six feet. Well at a petite five two, I was really looking up without heels. As a slim pixie featured brunette I was also taking in excess muscle and three terrific six packs. Wow was this more beef cake than I usually got to process in a month or months, and it was nicely close.

“Mandy Hodge, we are now going to enter your premise and remove all the default items” said the middle dude, the one with a cute man bun and a sculptured well cropped dark beard. But his eyes were piercing blue. He wasn’t really looking at me; he was already scanning for items behind me.

Where I got the gumption to put my hand across the door and say, “Now hold it, I’m not Ms Hodge”, well this would have worked but my bathrobe which wasn’t tied securely in my rush, swished open with my outstreched arm and well all the three guys got a close up free lingering glimpse of my shaved private region and my fulsome tits. Nothing of a tease here, I mean I had no undies on, they got to see me starkers, intimately nuddie, all my detail.

“Oh shit” I went crossing the ties back across the bathrobe securely at my waist and lifting the corner of the garment higher across my wayward titties.

Well at least that stopped the middle guy’s diatribe. Just what is it about even the smallest unexpected peek of a woman’s body that shuts males up? Well they had got more than a peek. I mean my tits were hanging out, close to their bodies, my girly region must have had that wet look still from where I had just been playing with it.

I started to speak again, and I realised I had a captive audience, and all eyes were on me and over me. I saw the guy on the left was a bit younger with brown eyes and the guy on the right, had serpent tats on both his exposed forearms. Well it was t-shirt weather.

“I’m Phoebe Ellison and I’m currently renegotiating the lease with the owner” I started. I was sweating with the outdoor heat, so were the guys.

“Oh all well and good lady” said the dude with the man bun, “but we are coming in, we are taking the goods hired in Ms Hodge’s name away, now” Oh he looked like he wanted in, you know, in me.

I stood my ground, blocking the door, “No” I said. “You can wait till I redress.” I loved the tease. I was stalling too, bugger them, I wanted the fan, needed the fan. But I was also thinking; I needed a guy and here were three.

“No, you look fine to me…besides I think you’ll try to lock us out” His big booted foot was now strategically placed in the doorway. He wanted in alright. But what was I going to do with the other two?

I tried a different tack, “What’s say I renegotiate with the creditors on Monday, give me a break, how the hell am I supposed to cope without the fridge, the washing machine and the friggin air conditioner, in this muggy heat,come on guys”

“A bit late for that “ started their spokesman, when the quiet one, yeah it’s always the quiet one you have to be really aware of, the younger guy with the brown eyes, whispered into their leaders ear.

The dude with the man bun nodded. He turned and spoke with his hand covering his mouth to the burly guy with the tattoos. This huge guy just rubbed his hand along his chin. Christ he was big. He looked too pleased.

“Oh you want till Monday, do you, well what do have as collateral, you know surety, payment, a guarantee….something for us?” said the man bun dude.

Yeah, suddenly, I had all of it covered I realised, without having any money in the apartment, and all I had to do was uncover myself, sexual collateral, I had it, surety, well I was hoping I could guarantee that the three of them would be more than satisfied. I had three holes to fill and I’d never taken on two, let alone three guys at once.You have to start somewhere, sometime, with building the numbers in sex, I told myself. And well on a super hot day to boot.

Well repossession of some trashy white goods wasn’t on their mind and staying cool in front of the air-conditioner wasn’t on my mind as I opened my bathrobe and let it flop to the carpet and let three guys take possession of my body. The temperature on my doorstep was thermomter breaking instantly.

It was a filthy free for all. A body ruckus. A fracas of invading hands and pressing bodies. As we all melded and moulded back into the apartment, with one of the dudes closing the door behind us. It was cooler for a brief moment. Then as their invading manipulating fingers and mouths dominated my body as their clothes all came off, the room was flesh over-heated. The air-conditioner was useless under this level of skin scrutiny. I was sexually roasted, as my pussy was accosted by the guy with the snake tattoos. He was squelching the juices in and out of my pussy, so quickly. The dude with the man bun had his face buried in my tits, licking and nibbling and sucking. But the surprise was that quiet young guy, who was fingering my arsehole, assuredly, certainly and arousingly, really dirtily the prick with two of his fingers.

I was sweat lathed and glazed so quickly. There were wads of spit all over my aroused breasts as the dude massaged my melons so exquisitely intensely. Close to rough but it felt good. Yeah I was in the possession of three bad boys who were going from dirty to filthy at an express pace. The young lad was licking out my back crack. Boy could he lick. I mean his tongue was treating my pucker like it was a dribbling ice-cream on a hot day. Spit and lick. Slurp and slosh, all so warm and sweet around my rim and in my inner sensitive rawness. He was a dirty, dirty boy, down there. The big hunk with the snake tattoos was also down on his knees, licking my pussy, which he had spread indecently wide, popping out my clitty, which was as hard as a small shiny pink jelly bean, and the bastard was alternating between giving me the licking out of the century and finger friggin my sopping demanding pussy at break neck speed.

Of course I ‘came’ hard. I did a rare small fem-ejaculation squirt as the cunning prick brought my G-spot into play. Oh God, I felt good, because at the same time my arse was a soggy, pappy, and slushy opening of maxed out additional delight. I didn’t know my back door could feel as good as my primary pleasure entrance. The young guys tongue reducing my arse to flesh capitulation under his amazing ministrations.  Yet at the same time my tits weren’t denied their dues. They were fondled and kneaded like warm bakers dough. My body was trashed but I loved it.

I mean I should have had enough already, it was one of the best orgasms of my young life, but the lads were barely started. Luckily they put me on the couch because I would have collapsed on the floor. Well maybe not so lucky. I had that moment of just what the hell had I got my body into. There were three cocks suddenly all looking for a slot in my body. One came down over my face from above, and filled my mouth, nearly gagging me, it was so big and being worked in and out, near tonsil deep. I held my nerve and got in a cock stroking rhythm with my mouth and lips. It was the guy with the tats, I realised as his hands tweaked my over sensitive nipples. But it was my body being raised under my butt, and a dick spearing straight into my surprised pussy that caught me in a delirium of pleasure. My mouth was full of cock and so was my cunt, at the same time. Pleasure shards were zapping through my body everywhere. And then my over aroused arse was being finger buggered and I whimpered and moaned between a cock being jacked and jagged in and out of my mouth.

They were all too powerful and strong for me, my muscles both contracted and relaxed in my arse and pussy, I was basically rag dolled as I was lifted and one guy was under me, the young dude and he took my arse, didn’t ask, just took my arse in a thrusting way, burying his cock deep in my innards, just like that. Taking my breath away, a wincing constriction mixed with unbelievable pleasure dominated me, as he pecker power pummelled my arsehole. The guy with the man bun was suddenly poised over my body and jack hammering his cock into my pussy. And the tat dude was cramming my mouth with cock, at the same time. I finally understood the Trinity. Yeah three in one was possible and not just as a theological belief. I was finally fully consummated as a woman. All available holes filled at once. A flesh banquet for all participating males present.

My arse contracted and blazed rawness simultaneously. My pussy was over indulged in pecker. My mouth was enjoying a gob smacking treat. Cock, cock, yes triple cock. My air-tight moment. Insane body intensity. Feeling male weight pressing into me. Locked between real hard boys bodies. Pinned by cock forcefulness, over, under and above me.

With this much schlong in play something had to give and it was in the end, all four of us. My gob hole was flooded with a jizz stream, delighting my mouth, delighting the big dudes cock as he wiped his pecker along my seeking tongue. But I got lost in the powerful contractions searing through my butt, as my arse was jerked into, in a sudden rapid series of jolts and then as the young man’s cock was released, a goo stream seeped warmly out of my so happy anus. I barely had time to enjoy that before I felt the throes of a womb deep orgasm as the leader of the team well creamed my pussy and I had another soul defining climax.

My body was in the complete possession of three guys cum. My mouth a sluice of congealing pearl drops. My arse squeezing out  a trail of clammy fluid, But it was my pussy that really copiously released naturally, in its still open filled state, globs of combined male and female body juices. A tacky cum chain on my fingers, that I made them all share.

We were all a frickin soaked sweat drenched mess following amazing rich intense sex on a day that was too hot for a pissy air-conditioner to keep under control. Nothing for it but to squeeze four in the shower. Which was either my mistake or more likely my taking possession of three guys and not letting them go. I was possessed by the need for multiple cocks. Believe you me; once you have been there, there is no going back. I had had three cocks and I was having them again. Oh I had a way I realised too, to keep the bailiff at bay and all my bodily openings happy. There was no way I was paying up on Monday. I couldn’t wait already as we headed for the shower, I was having these guys now and was anticipating their banging on my door again and getting an ongoing cum workout for every single part of my body.

Express action: The Office Party

Short Story

The office party never got beyond the boring stage. They never do when senior management pretend they are just part of the team like the rest of us wage salary slaves. No share bonuses in the company for us. I think we were celebrating ten years of the international business in Sydney, so some bright spark decided it should be on the tenth floor.

My heels were killing me. I wanted a relaxing spa bath. I needed some quiet personal down time after completing a deadline review just before six. And here I was clock watching at seven-thirty, thinking a polite exit would be okay at eight. I’d call up my recent fuckbuddy about ten I was thinking, when I got my second wind.

I was drifting from group to group trying not to look obviously bored. How I ended up alone with two of the high flying young senior managers, James and Jason, yeah nearly interchangeable pricks, well it happened and they were talking shop. I thought Christ boys, at least sport or cars, or flirt with me or even be rude and see how I respond to a crass smutty joke. We could end up in a storeroom threesome. No, it was a new office layout, teams were in and hierarchy was out. Could have fooled me. I got slightly more interested as James mentioned décor and mood colours. But my eyes and the corner of my mouth really did smirk, when Jason called the process, ‘Pimping the Workplace’. My usually controlled at work dirty mind escaped like a nipple slip.

Oh I knew pimping a car from TV and the slang idea of making something cooler or better, but the grubby idea of procuring, soliciting, prostitution, a pimp living off the earnings; pimping a workplace; seriously; I imagined myself as a high class call girl working and servicing these two dudes.

My face gave me away. James suddenly realised there was a young slut under a well cut navy blue dress and I could tell he didn’t give a shit about the look of the workplace now. Jason caught up too. What is it about sexual opportunity, the glint in a woman’s eye and guys going into instant cock led overdrive?

I hadn’t realised how well located we were to get it off immediately. The cat was out of the bag or updating it,pimping the expression, my pussy was about to be knickers free. I sidled left and backwards into the photocopy room, the two guys following like puppies on a very short leash.

Sex in the photocopy room, well I’d have called it a porn fantasy myth until it happened to me. Oh, there is a hard copy of my arse printed out of the machine, but wait for it.

It was speed sex. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana. Nothing put on their ‘bananas’ though, dirty buggers, no condoms, but I was too trash randy to care. Pregnancy precautions; always the girl and her trusty pill.

Shit I was squeezed between the pair and I loved it. Cock nuzzling into my body front and back. My tits getting sampled. My neck nibbled. My pussy fingered. My arsehole poked. My mouth caroused by tongue. Both my hands full of cock. Good sized peckers too. My earlobes licked.

Nothing planned. It all just happened. Cocks look good poking out of well cut suit pants. I was bent over by Jason to suck his rod and the smutty bugger James eased his dick straight into my pussy from behind as my head went forward sucking cock and my body went forward too, filled with cock. Then I was chasing cock forward and rocking back on cock behind me.

Geez both bastards were in me deep. They would have met in the middle of me if they could. I was a perfectly balanced conduit for cock. A double fluid channel. My mouth swamped by salvia drenched cock. My pussy juices giving James cock the ride of its life. Oh fuck I felt good, especially as he also fingered my arse.

It was all a blur of hasty action but I was aware of it all. I was a double duct of pleasure. My mouth and pussy making me so happy together. I just accepted it as stunning as they swapped over positions; my body was like a busy thoroughfare for peckers. A freeway for my growing orgasm. My entire body a transit lounge for cock.

James jagged his prick into my mouth like it was his private pleasure chute. Jason at the same time gouged his cock like a spear straight into my unexpected arse. How my rear chamber expanded so wonderfully quick to accommodate his stiff rod, I still don’t know. I realised later I was fully slut relaxed.

My arse was a canal of unrefined buggerised ecstasy as Jason creamed it. My mouth became a sluice of salvia and cum, as James emptied himself in my gob and insisted I swallow. Of course I did.

“Umm” said Jason sheepishly, “Your arse please, on the photocopy machine.”

Guys, boys, dudes; they want it all.

“Sure” I said, “Help me up.”

And there I was; my cute arse getting warm from the flashing copier light and the glass getting a good smear of my girly juices and Jason’s jizz.

“Oh press it twice more” I said.

I got off, redressed, and we all snuck out of the dying office party.

Private revelry at my place instead, starting with three in the spa bath

Anna’s Birthday Prarty

Short Story

As I parked the car on the gravel driveway I knew this would
mark the end of the secret.  Anna didn’t know I was invited to her
birthday party, nor that the party would be so small.  She was expecting
all of her friends, but Greg had carefully arranged for them to all arrive the
following night.  Tonight would belong to me, her master Greg and his
friend Richard.

Greg has trained Anna well.  She is unquestioningly
obedient, as any good slut should be, fully surrendering herself to his
ownership a few months ago.  While Richard had never met her before, I
have had the pleasure of fucking Anna many months before, while she was single.

As a fitness instructor, she has the most neatly defined
figure, a small frame with delicate facial features.  There isn’t an ounce
of fat on her, she’s a slender wonder of muscle and silk.  Every time I
see her she seems to be in even better shape, her workouts and careful eating
bringing out the very best in her physically.  Mentally she’s also very
strong, with a filthy imagination and an appetite for activities I would never
have considered until I met her.

Anna is happy and proud to be Greg’s slut.

As I got out of my car, she opened the door wearing a skin
tight dress barely covering her modesty.  She yelped when she saw it was
me but contained herself as she had been instructed to act with decorum but
dress like a classy whore.  I walked to the door, embraced her and told
her how happy I was to see her again before complimenting her on the
dress.  “I have several changes of clothes for this evening” she
announced, feeding my delight that I would be able to perve over her pretty
little body in more than one outfit.

She didn’t offer to take my coat, so I took it off and threw
it at her before walking through to the kitchen where Greg was waiting.

While I chatted with Greg and ignored Anna, it became clear
to her that her birthday wasn’t going to go the way she had been led to
believe.  Why would I be the only guest?  Finally Richard turned up,
a little late, but at least that completed our little group.  We were
introduced and Greg showed us through to his games room.

“Get your guests a drink, slut” he commanded, while he began
to rack up the balls on the pool table.  I instructed her to name all the
types of beer in the glass fronted fridge behind her without looking, which she
duly did without hesitation or error.  “Good girl” I rewarded her before
ordering a Grolsch.

My pool game with Greg was more of a slaughtering than a
match… he potted the balls mercilessly, giving me barely three chances to take
the cue and take my shots.  He cleared the table while I still had four
red balls on the felt.  This is a man who wins.

As Richard took his place for the mild humiliation that
constitutes pool, Greg ordered Anna to go and change into something
sluttier.  “May I go to the toilet please?” she asked.  “No” was the
curt reply.

Moments later, Anna appeared at the games room door wearing
my favorite item of clothing, a blue pleated skirt, teamed with a barely there
black titty-top.  Now, with her incredibly defined stomach on display and
my eternal weakness the short pleated skirt, I needed to check her over more
closely.  She stood before me and turned around so that I could run my
eyes all over her, following her delighted smile as I did so.  I reached
behind her as she came around to face me again, grabbing her arse cheeks
through the floating skirt and pulling her firmly towards me.  I could
almost feel the sunlight from her beaming smile as I appreciated the contour of
her lower back with my spare hand, when Greg barked “What’s wrong with his
bottle, slut?”, prompting her to jump back and resume her duty as our waitress,
bringing me a full bottle to replace it.  I beckoned her close, closer,
right up close so that her face was touching mine before telling her I’d rather
have Guinness this time and chastising her for being so lazy.   “Give
me 20” I said tenderly into her ear before she dropped to the tiled floor and
performed her 20 press-ups.

“Please can I go wee?” she asked as she lay on the floor,
held down by Richard’s foot resting on her left shoulder.  “Alright, but
leave the door open so the guys can come in and see you if they want”. 
Greg explained that Anna hates being watched on the toilet, so with that
preying on her mind, we continued chatting and ignored her completely.

When she arrived back and fetched my Guinness, I asked her
whether she had left her knickers in the bathroom, as my inquisitive hand had
noticed that she was naked under her skirt. “Anna doesn’t wear panties at home”
interrupted Greg, as I nonchalantly fingered his girl while she stood next to
me.

Air hockey wasn’t quite as much of a whitewash as the pool
had been.  I found it remarkably easy to concentrate while Anna was
kneeling between me and the table, head squeezed between the edge and my
pelvis, my cock buried in her mouth and muffled grunts emitting every now and
then as I moved from one side to another chasing the puck.  “Damn, pick
that up” I called several times, as she obediently collected the fallen disc
with a carry-on style wink as she bent over with straight legs and pert bum on
full display – damn that girl is flexible – before sinking back to her knees to
resume her blowjob duties.

“Thank you very much” she smiled with a glint in her eye
before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  I slapped her across
the cheek as she stood up and reminded her of her manners.  “Thank you
very much, Sir”.  That’s better.

We all went through to the kitchen where Anna had laid out a
spread of food for us; various meats, nibbles, breads and some perfectly timed
pizza slices.  The three of us enjoyed our food while chatting about the
housing market and watching Anna wash up the dishes she had served us from.

Greg then announced that it was time to go upstairs. The look
of delight mixed with trepidation on her face was priceless, as would become
clear.  Greg has built a dedicated play room in this new build house – out
of the sight of most visitors, but open to us this evening.  As he led us
into the enormous room full of restraint equipment, toys, a bed and a couple of
sofas, Greg turned and punched Anna in the stomach causing her to fall to the
floor while thanking him.  He kicked her a couple of times and she
continued “thank you for beating me Sir”.  I’d be lying to say I was
comfortable seeing this, but it was clear that Anna had entered a special place
in the house and that she had been so eager to get there she would pay any
price.

“Strip” instructed Greg, as Anna crawled toward the bed, her
pert little butt wiggling like she was in a Carry-On movie.  “Nicely” he
warned, as he noticed a devilish little glint in her eye.  Oh, she
wouldn’t disappoint.  This girl knows her body, every last inch of
it.  She understands the control she can have over a group of men with her
movements.  Not just her gentle motion and the reveal… but the knowing
smile that tells you she is lapping up the attention she’s generating for
herself.  I’m having trouser issues and need to release the pressure – her
eyes somehow drawing my hand to the bulge in my suit, just as I realise Richard
and Greg are doing the same.  As she rolls and peels the skin-tight dress
down over her hips, I begin undressing to match – she’s handing control back to
the men.

In one corner is a bench with straps and cushions bristled
all over it.  With a nod of approval from Greg, I take Anna gently by the
hand and lead her over to it.  As she leans forward to place her head on
the cushion, Greg straps her knees and wrists with leather belts, leaving her
held tightly on all fours, head outstretched and arse open for the
taking.  I lean down to her level, my face level with hers and put two
fingers into her mouth, pulling her jaw down and open.  I’m fixing her
straight in the eyes, her gaze reaching deep into mine as she strains to lift
her head – there’s a deep connection there that I won’t dismiss.

Anna is strapped firmly to the bench, exposed, prone and defenseless. 
Beautiful.  I walk around to her rear and slap an arse cheek hard.  A
flinch.  I kneel down so that I’m eye to eye with her exposed pussy and
breathe deeply…. oooh that sweet scent and the sight of her glistening
moistness makes it impossible not to take a broad lick of her wet slit, keeping
my tongue wet with her juice as I round back to her face and hold my tongue out
in front of her – she instinctively licks it off, looking me deep in the eye as
she does so.

No sooner as she allows that broad smile to flush through
her face, Greg is pulling her head upwards and wrapping a white hood around
her.  All I see before me now is a faceless naked woman, a hole in the
hood carefully aligned with her mouth.  Greg says “open wide”, followed by
a stern “both ends” before smiling at us both as we prepare to feast on his
girl.

It’s a strange feeling, feeding your cock through a gap in a
fabric hood into the waiting mouth of a woman whose eyes are such an important
part of her communication vocabulary – a feeling made even weirder knowing that
at the other end of the bench is a heavy man pushing himself into the bum hole
of this doll.  I do my best to keep up the rough persona, but I want to
cradle Anna’s head as I slide my shaft in and out of her hungry mouth. 
She wants no tenderness though – she wants to feel used thoroughly fucked
tonight.  I’m here as a birthday guest and will do my best to live up to
her hopes and fantasies.

Richard pulls out of her arse abruptly which makes her jump
with the shock.  I can see Greg is waiting to fuck her mouth, so I head to
her rear and smack her bum as hard as I can from the angle I’m at.  All I
hear is “mmmph”, so I smack again, this time from a better angle.  Still
“mmpphhh” is all I get, so it’s time to use the back of my hand as the slaps
get harder and harder before she finally breaks free of Greg’s cock an manages
“thank you Sir” before taking it back into her mouth noisily.  It’s time
for a condom as I stand back and survey the sight in front of my eyes. 
Greg fucking her face as Richard stands to the side wanking and pulling one of
her pretty little arse cheeks to the side for me, opening her pussy lips to
make an even more inviting sight.

I’ve never gone straight for the bum hole before in my life
– it’s always been something to work up to on a really lucky day – but somehow
it wouldn’t seem right do anything but what she had asked for when we last
spoke before the party – she just loves having her arse filled and who am I to
disappoint the birthday girl?!  No point messing around, in I go as
swiftly and smoothly as I can.  Her buttocks are so firm she barely shakes
as a bury myself all the way in on the first stroke – pausing at my full length
to feel her squeeze around my rigid dick, moaning with pleasure as she spits
Greg’s cock out and buries her face in the pad of the bench.  I slowly
withdraw, make like I’m going to slip back inside but instead smack her bum
again so hard it makes her jump.  Then I slip back in, gently at first,
nice and deep, all the way inside her and gradually build up a rhythm.  I
can feel her responding with those incredible muscles, squeezing my cock when I
fully insert – and I begin to speed up under the encouraging eye of Greg, whose
face looks fit to burst with pride as he watches me hammering away at his
slut’s backside.  Greg and I are squeezing Anna from both ends – he’s
pushing against her neck which is rising and buckling and she squeals with joy
from the hard fucking she’s receiving.

Enough is enough and I explode inside her hot little ass
just as Greg pulls out of her mouth – she responds with a delightful
high-pitched expression of “ooh” in time with each spasm as I physically relax
my whole torso and rest for a moment waiting for my erection to subside inside
her.  As I’m doing that, Richard spots the availability of her mouth and
begins fucking her face for all of a few seconds before shooting his spunk down
her throat.

While Richard and I recover, Greg asks whether need another
drink and begins unbuckling Anna from her bench.  I reply that I’ve had
enough for my bladder to retain and asks whether I need a wee, with a twinkle
in his eye.  I need no further encouragement – I tenderly remove Anna’s
hood, look into her eyes with a smile and announce “I need a piss but don’t
want to get Greg’s toilet dirty”. Greg lifts her by the arm and guides her into
the walk-in shower where she is told to kneel and shield the glass and tiled
floor.  It takes a few moments to persuade your body to urinate when your
brain says “no”, a potentially awkward situation if it weren’t for Anna’s eyes
looking up at me with such desire and longing.  Kneeling with her legs
slightly parted, her hands pushing her little titties together and her tongue
outstretched – it’s an image that stays with me now, clear as day. 
Eventually I relaxed the crucial muscle and began to stream piss onto her
stomach and lift it to her breasts as she began to massage it into
herself.  I didn’t have the heart to spray on her tongue, perhaps that’s
for another day…?

Marched to the large bed, Anna receives clear instruction
that she is not allowed to cum without permission.  Out comes an array of
tools designed to produce orgasm which means we’re looking at a slightly unfair
game – to which the grin on her face is clear evidence.  She does
incredibly well to cope with the stimulation afforded her with some small
vibrators, a fairly significant dildo and a Rampant Rabbit, but it’s the
Hitachi that pushes her over the edge and causes her to involuntarily pop out
the butt plug that she had been wearing throughout most of her toy-time. 
“Pleeeease Sir can I cum noooww?”  We decide to let her off as she had
done so well in controlling her orgasm and give her a few minutes to rest and
fetch us a fresh beer.

When she comes back to the room, I’m lying on my back and
Greg tells her to sit on top of me, cowgirl.  Not surprisingly my dick is
erect again and she performs a lovely trick of slipping a condom onto me using
her mouth only, no hands, to which I pay her a compliment and tell her she’s
allowed to use her pussy instead of her ass to sit on me if she’d like – which
she accepts.  Greg reminds her she mustn’t cum without permission as she
begins rocking forward and backward on me, a rare chance to savor some
tenderness and softness between us during this rough and ragged evening. 
Our fucking intensifies, with Richard and Greg both standing back and watching
as they regain their erections.  It’s wonderful to be running my hands up
and down her torso, feeling the shape of her smooth buttocks and staring into
her deep brown eyes as we cement the connection between us.

As we rock together I feel Anna’s fingertips tighten and
clench at my chest as she leans back and enjoys a rush of orgasm – before realizing
she should have asked first.  “Get off” I shout, “I didn’t say you could
cum”.  As she clambers off, I get up, flip her over and tell her to get on
all fours.  Greg takes hold of her shoulders and puts his legs around her
neck to lock her into position as I position myself at her rear and promise to
punish her for her rudeness.  Without warning I plunge into her arsehole
and begin thrusting hard, mercilessly, pushing her forwards with every stroke
while Greg chastises her verbally.  After a minute, I withdraw, allowing
Richard to take my place with his significantly larger cock – her yelps and
grunts are greater still, all the while calling out “thank you Sir” as dish out
her punishment.

As Anna is released and relaxes, I take the opportunity to
come down to her level, face to face, insert four fingers into her mouth with
my thumb clasping her jaw and draw her eyes level with mine, deeply and
intensely staring at each other inches apart as if nobody else existed, just
this little fuck doll and me eye to eye loving the moment.  “Please Sir,
can I drink your cum?” she asks meekly.  Well, who on earth would need to
be asked twice?  I settle back on the bed propped up by a pillow, as she
sinks down between my knees and begins the gentlest, most luxurious and wet
sloppy blowjob I think I’ve ever experienced.  I can’t believe my luck as
this pretty angel massages my balls and licks all over my shaft, lingering with
her tongue rimming my glands before drawing me deep into her mouth with the
softness of a pillow.  The warmth, tenderness and overwhelming softness of
the way she squeezes my cock eventually bring me to a protracted and thoroughly
indulgent climax before she proceeds to take both Richard and Greg’s rigid
tools, alternating between them taking turns fucking her face as she continues
to wank them both off with her hands.

Once we’re all finished, the rough personas instantly
disappear and Anna stops being submissive and becomes a charming host, cuddling
with Greg as we chat and laugh about our adventure together.  She has
enjoyed her birthday treat just as much as we all have.  Personally, I’ve
crossed a few boundaries that I didn’t expect to come so naturally and Greg
looks very pleased.

Time now for a cup of tea and a chat about what we might get
up to next time we all meet up…

Quick Flash

Short story

Last night was…amazing.

I’m just going to write everything down in this email because I want to record
it, but at the same time I had to share with someone just how amazing last
night was.

I think part of the reason why it was so amazing was due to the fact that it
was so spontaneous. We were just sitting there talking and then it all
just…happened.


Last night we invited Sean over for dinner. I don’t think you’ve met Sean
before. He is that neighbor who is a floor down from us. He moved to New York a
few years ago and he is trying to get into the financial industry. I think he
moved here from Kansas or something like that. I don’t really remember.

Sean is a big guy. He is taller than Adam by an inch or two and has really wide
shoulders. Once we asked him to help move some furniture upstairs and he
grabbed it like it was a toy and carried it up. It is like he is a
sophisticated farm boy. Strong, muscular, intelligent, and getting into banking.
He has brown hair and eyes. He doesn’t have the looks of a model or anything,
but he is attractive.

We’ve had Sean over before. Adam started a conversation with Sean in the lobby
one morning. It turns out they both like football and since Sean is fairly new
in town, Adam invited him over to watch the game that weekend. Sean is very,
very sweet, kind, generous and intelligent and the three of us get along very
well. I see why Sean and Adam get along so well as they are two peas from the
same pod.

It is too bad that you are married to Mr. Boring or I would TOTALLY set you up
with Sean. He is actually your type.

Speaking of sweet, Adam has been extra attentive this week. As you know, it was
our anniversary on Monday and Adam declared the entire week was my
“Anniversary week” and he has been spoiling me rotten.

So Sean comes over and he is dressed casual like we were. Everyone was wearing
jeans and I had on that cute blue blouse. I think you bought the same one in
white? Adam and Sean were wearing button down shirts. Adam’s was also blue
because he said he wanted to match what I was wearing, but Sean’s shirt was
kind of…ugly. Oh well, we will let it slide since he is single.

Anyway, Sean arrived and then we received the call that the food was ready so
Adam went downstairs to pick up the food. We ordered from my favorite little
restaurant that is around the corner. Do you remember the place that we went to
last time you were in town? I supposed it doesn’t matter. What does matter is
that while we waited for Adam I offered Sean a glass of red wine. He said he
normally didn’t drink wine and he usually has beer, but he would give it a try.
I offered to have Adam pick up some beer but after a sip of the win, Sean
politely declined, saying he enjoyed the wine more than he expected.

We had a few glasses as talked about New York and all the things we were both
trying to accomplish.

– OH! I got a promotion! I’ll tell you about that later. It is far more boring
than what happened last night and I don’t want to forget any details so I’ll
tell you about that in another email –

Sean said he was slowly working his way up the ladder but he didn’t know if New
York was for him, yada, yada, yada.

Adam came back with the food and I was grateful because I hadn’t eaten much all
day and I was already started to feel a little buzz from the wine. I think Sean
was also feeling a little more relaxed because he jokingly kissed Adam on the
cheek when he returned with the food.

My sexy husband just smiled and laughed it off, just like he always does when
one of his friends does something that makes him uncomfortable.

Well, my favorite restaurant let me down. They forgot one of our orders so we
only had food for two instead of three. Sean was very sweet and he offered to
go grab something so we could enjoy my favorite meal but we insisted he stay
and we just split up the food between the three of us. It was enough food to
satisfy our hunger but it wasn’t a huge portion. I only point it out because we
were still drinking and I think the lack of food sent us all over the edge a
little faster than it normally would have.

So we are sitting there at the table after dinner, talking and enjoying wine
and Adam gets up and lights the candles that were on the table and turns off
the lights. He then lit a few more candles around the room and said it was his
wife’s anniversary week and he wanted to make the room look romantic for me.

I had no idea that everything was going to change once the candles were lit.

We sat there enjoying our wine and everyone was getting tipsy. No one really
cared since Sean only had to walk a few flights downstairs to get to his
apartment.

Once the lights went out, the talk started to get more sexual. Adam picked up
the banana that was on the table, and while he was being silly, he jokingly
said he wanted to use it on me later that night. We were laughing and giggling
about how silly it would be to have sex with fruit. I then said, “Everyone
knows, vegetables make MUCH better lovers!” and we all laughed so, so
hard.

Sean then suggested we play a game to get to know each other better. The game
was that you could ask anyone at the table one question and they had to
answer it. Once the question was answered, the person that answered would now
became the questioner. They could then ask the other two any question that they
desired.

It started off innocently enough. How old were you when you were first kissed?
How many brothers and sisters do you have? Do you like your boss? What is the
craziest prank you ever pulled? We were asking questions and answering and
laughing hysterically at the silly stories we all had to tell.

And then, Sean looked across the table at me. His look told me the questions
were about to change.

Sean asked if I had ever kissed a woman. I admitted that I had and that I
enjoyed it. (I didn’t tell them it was you.)

I then asked Sean if he had ever kissed another man. He said, “No
way!”

Sean then looked at Adam and said, “May I give your wife a kiss, to
celebrate your anniversary? I mean, it’s really not fair that she has sitting
across from me looking gorgeous all night and I don’t get one little
kiss.” I couldn’t believe it! While Sean is very attractive, I had never
imagined me kissing him! At the same time I know Adam is not a jealous person
but how often does a man ask your husband to kiss you?!?

Adam sat there for a moment, took a sip of his wine, looked at me, smiled slyly
and said, “Yes.”

I was shocked!

Sean walked over to me and gave me a kiss! On the lips! In front of my husband!
He has soft lips and it was a very sensual kiss. Kissing another man in front
of my husband made me blush! I looked at Adam after and he just sat there,
smiling. I was afraid he was going to be mad, but it actually looked like he
was enjoying it!

It was Adam’s turn to ask a question. He put his arms on the table, leaned
forwarding and asked me, “Have you ever licked a woman’s pussy?”

He knows that I’ve been intimate with a woman, so I think he just wanted me to
tell the story in front of Sean. I again admitted that I had (I didn’t say it
was you!) and then I told them that i enjoyed it very much and I hoped one day
that I would be able to do it again. (Which reminds me, when are you coming
back to New York?)

Now it was my turn to ask a question. I was still hot and blushing from that
kiss so I was trying to think of a question that would get Adam back. I decided
to test the waters a little.

“Can Sean touch my breasts, over my shirt?” If he wanted to play the game, I
figured, let’s play. I was fully expecting him to say, “NO!” Instead, he just
stared me in the eyes, smiled, and said, “Yes.”

He called my bluff.

Sean had this look on his face like he had just won the lottery or something.
He got up from the table, walked around behind me and softly and tenderly
massaged my breasts.

My nipples were rock hard before he even touched me. His hands were warm and
strong and they massaged my 36 C’s wonderfully. It was so fucking sexy to have
another man touch my breasts while my husband watched and looked me in the
eyes.

I took a quick look down and I have to admin, my cleavage looked gorgeous as he
massaged my breasts together. I’m sure Sean was looking down and enjoying the
awesome view. Eventually, Sean stopped and went back to his chair and sat down.
“I really, really love this game,” he said softly. Adam laughed and patted him
roughly on the shoulder. I crossed my legs, trying to hide how wet I already
was.

I said to Adam in a flirty tone, “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

The game was between us and Sean was quickly becoming our pawn.

He looked down for a moment and thought, and then he slowly nodded his head. It
was as if he was having a discussion with himself.

He sat back in his chair, and put his right foot on his knee and kinda leaned
back the way he does when he is about to watch a game or a movie.

“Will you suck on Sean’s cock for three minutes while I watch?”

OH. MY. GOD!!!

I don’t know whose eyes went wider, mine or Sean’s. Sean and I looked at each
other and I then we looked at Adam. Adam sat there confidently, waiting for my
answer…and for the show to begin.

I know my husband has always had these ideas about me being with another man.
We’ve talked about it before but they were always fantasies. I never expected
anything to come of it. Adam adores me and I know it wouldn’t change our
relationship, but now that it was happening and I didn’t know if I should be
freaked out or if I should just enjoy it. Well, the wine answered for me.

“Yes.”

I slowly uncrossed my legs and stood up from my seat. My heart was pounding in
my ears and I could feel my soaked panties as I slowly walked over to Sean.

Adam slid his chair toward Sean to get a better view.

Slowly, I got down on my knees in between Sean’s legs, and watched as he
unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He then leaned back and shifted his
hips toward me. Even drunk he knew that it was best for the woman to take the
next step. I pulled the waistband to his boxers and reached in. My soft
fingertips quickly found his hot, soft flesh. I grabbed his semi-erect cock
with my hand and I pulled it out.

I looked over at Adam as I slowly started to stroke another man’s cock. Adam
smiled, nodded, and with his eyes told me it would be OK. He raised his wrist.
“The three minutes doesn’t start until you put it in your mouth,” he said as he
looked at his watch.

First, I looked up at Sean and he just watched me and waited. With all eyes on
me, I leaned forward.

Softly, I kissed the tip of Sean’s cock several times. I could feel it quickly
growing in my hand and I wanted to feel it growing in my mouth instead, so I
opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on him with long,
slow strokes, just like I do to my husband. Within seconds, I could feel him
growing in my mouth until he was rock hard.

Sean let out a moan and I could feel his ass tighten as he gave a small thrust,
wanting to be as deep as possible into my hot, wet mouth.

I shifted to my right just a little, and then while I continued to suck on
Sean, I looked over at my husband. I stared him in the eye as another man’s
cock slid back and forth over my tongue.

My clit was throbbing. I was aching to be touched.

As Adam watched he grabbed his own cock and softly massaged himself over his
jeans. The bulge in his pants was huge. It was so fucking hot to see how turned
on my husband was as he watched me, his wife, suck on another man’s cock.

I turned toward Sean and really started to suck hard and fast. I wanted to give
Adam the best show I could.

“Time’s up,” Adam said softly. I quickly turned to my left and whimpered. I
wanted more. He was smiling and pointing at his watch. I don’t know who was
more frustrated at that moment, me or Sean.

Adam held out his hand to help me to stand up. I did so slowly and then walked
back to my seat, somewhat dizzy. Sean didn’t even bother to put his erect dick
away. As I sat down his hard shaft was just there, fully erect, taunting me,
begging for me to return and finish the job.

“It’s your turn to ask a question,” Adam said softly as he stared at me.

I wiped off my mouth and pushed my hair out of my face and then looked at him.

“I want you to kiss Sean, just like you would kiss me.”

It wasn’t really a question, it was more of a demand. I wasn’t trying to be
aggressive, but I really wanted it to happen.

Again, Sean’s eyes went wide.

“For how long?” Adam asked.

“Four minutes.”

Adam looked and Sean and gave him a look as if to say, “Will you?”

Sean reached for his glass of wine, and chugged the last half. He set the glass
down on the cable and said, “I’m as straight as they come, but this is fucking
hot. I’ll try it for her,” he said as he pointed at me, “After all, it is
her anniversary week.” His cock still glistened with my saliva.

Adam chugged the last of his wine as well. “Put your dick away. No sword play.”

Sean put his cock back in his pants and they both stood up. They were very
awkward as I could tell they didn’t really want to do it, which made it hotter
for me knowing that they were only doing it for me.

Sean finally closed his eyes and said, “Do it when you’re ready.”

I unbuttoned my pants and slid my hand down my pants and softly started to rub
my clit over my panties. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen and I
couldn’t help myself. I had to touch myself.

Adam closed his eyes and leaned forward and their lips touched. Neither one
really moved. It was almost as if they were waiting for the other to take the
lead. Then, at the same time, they kissed each other softly.

OH. MY. GOD.

You have to get your husband to do this. No, never mind. You’re
husband isn’t sexy enough. (Sorry.) You have to come over and watch
my husband do this.

Watching your husband kiss another man is so, so hot. It’s dirty and taboo and
sexy and I’m so, so wet even as I write this as I think of Adam kissing another
man’s lips. I can barely think, much less type.

The two of them embraced each other and they started to kiss a little more,
trying to feel each other out. And then I saw it. I saw them kiss with their
tongues. I nearly came.

I slide my hand into my panties and I started to massage my aching clit as my
husband’s tongue slid over Sean’s. When I saw my husbands moaned, I slid a
finger into my pussy. I watched the two of them kiss slowly, tenderly, and
passionately.

When Adam put his hand behind Sean’s head, I let out a moan. I was aching to be
fucked hard and fast after watching all of this. I let out another moan when I
looked down and saw both of their cocks were bulging in their pants.

Then, the two of them stepped back and Sean exhaled and said, “That was about
four minutes, don’t you think?” I think they were both embarrassed that they
liked it.

They both looked over at me and I could stop fingering myself.

Adam said, “It’s my turn to ask a question,” and he walked over to me and
walked around to my right. He grabbed my hand and softly pulled it out of my
pants and held my hand in the air. “Sean, will you suck my wife’s pussy juice
off of her fingers?”

Sean walked over to my left, softly grabbed my hand and placed my fingers in
his mouth. His tongue slid over and around each finger and he sensually sucked
on each one. He moaned as the taste of me caressed his taste buds.

I turned to my right to face my husband and we kissed sensually. I could taste
Sean’s wine on Adam’s tongue and I thought I was going to cum instantly. While
Adam’s tongue slid over my tongue, Sean’s tongue slid over my fingers.

Sean stopped and said, “It’s my turn to ask a question. Can I lick your wife’s
sweet pussy as she sucks on your big, hard cock?”

Adam didn’t answer. He just walked over to the table and with his arm, swiped
everything that was on the table onto the floor with a huge crash! He then
walked behind me and grabbed me under my arms, and Sean grabbed my legs. The
two of them lifted me up onto the table and placed me down and then they paused
and looked at me, panting. My legs were bent and spread with my heels on the
edge of the table. I arched my back, whimpered, and started to pull at my
clothes. My two sexy men pounced on me and started to undress me furiously. I
loved having four hands grab and pull on me all at once. Adam ripped open my
blouse and the buttons went flying everywhere. Sean unbuttoned and unzipped my
jeans and pulled down my jeans and panties off together and I saw them fly them
across the room. Adam didn’t unclasp my bra, he just pulled it up and over my
head and that went flying too. Within three seconds I was completely nude,
laying on the kitchen table with my legs spread, writhing and waiting to be
touched more.

It only took another three seconds for both of them to be nude too. I watched
Sean’s face come between my legs and then Adam turned my face toward him.

Sean’s lips kissed my pussy lips at the same time my lips wrapped around Adam’s
hot cock. And the;l;saKLFN/ ;aks;falsdnf;a,mds,./‘

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OH! MY! GOD! FUCK!

I just had a very, very intense orgasm as I was typing this. I wasn’t even
touching my pussy! Holy shit, I’m so dizzy and I can only hear a ringing in my
ears.

SHIT! I’m an hour late for work! Do you want me to finish this in another
email?


YES! YES! YES! Continue!

You’re such a tease! I’m sitting here with my pussy all wet and you have to
leave for work? You should have called in sick and CALLED ME to tell me every
detail! Now I’m sitting at my desk and I may just have to go to the restroom
and get some relief!

I was planning to come to New York in June, but after reading your email, I’m
trying to find a flight for next week. Maybe the four of us can have some fun?
(I know I’m married but I haven’t had sex in TWO YEARS!)


From: Adam &
Jennifer Quick

Sent: April
12, 2013 10:42 AM

To: Katherine

Subject: Re:
Last Night Was AMAZING!

Yes, next week would be just fine. I’m sure after last night, Adam and Sean
would be into just about anything. Two years? That is insane.

Let’s see, where did I leave off…

So Adam and Sean had just lifted me onto the table and ripped off all my
clothes. It is was so hot and sexy to have four hands on me, undressing me so
quickly. As soon as they had undressed, they just kinda stood there, taking me
all in. It’s like they were standing in front of a buffet and they didn’t know
where to begin. Then, all of a sudden they both dove in to devour me!

I saw Sean’s face headed toward my pussy and Adam moved my face to the side. As
soon as Adam’s cock slid into my mouth, Sean’s tongue slid over my slit. I
moaned loudly.

It was all so surreal. When Adam suggested we invite Sean for dinner, I had no
idea I was going to become dessert. I’m still having a hard time processing it
all. I’m just going to do my best to write down all the details for you.

Sean knows how to lick a pussy. He never rushed, even though we were all losing
our minds with lust. He licked and kissed softly from my left thigh to my slit,
and then he went back and softly kissed and licked and nibbled from my right
thigh to my slit. He was teasing me and it was driving me crazy.

The entire time, Adam just slowly slid his hot, hard cock in and out of my
mouth. He tenderly moved my hair away from my face so he could watch himself
disappear into my mouth. I looked up at Adam and he was watching Sean lick me.

Oh God…my panties are already soaked and I’ve only written a few paragraphs.
Thankfully my boss called in sick today. Hopefully no one else will come in
here because I know I’m flushed.

Sean slid his tongue into my slit and licked all the way up and then very, very
softly licked my clit. I moaned loudly with Adam’s cock in my mouth. I started
to suck on him faster and harder. I was really trying to take my time but there
was no way. It is SO hard to suck on a cock slowly when there is a hot tongue
on your clit.

Sean continued to softly lick and suck on my clit, getting progressively more
aggressive. My legs were starting to twitch whenever his tongue flicked my
clit, which was becoming more often. I couldn’t suck on Adam at this point. I grabbed
his hot shaft and tried my best to stroke him while I was writhing around on
the table.

I looked up at Adam with desperation in my eyes. “Adam, will you please put
Sean’s cock into your wife?”

The look Adam gave me was…hard to describe. Lust, pleasure, fantasy come true?
He just gave me this look and then leaned over and kissed me in a very, very
passionate, intense way.

“Yes my love. I want you to know I love you with all my heart.”

Sean finally stopped licking my pussy and he stood up. He hooked my thighs with
his strong arms and pulled me down to the edge of the table. He then positioned
himself in front of me. I sat up and rested on my elbows. I wanted to see.

Adam walked over to Sean and without looking at each other, he put his right
hand on my thigh and pulled my leg to spread my legs further apart, and with
his left hand he grabbed Sean’s rock hard cock and guided it toward my pussy.

Sean thrust forward a little and Adam moved his cock up and down against my
slit to get the tip of Sean’s raging hard on wet, and then Adam placed Sean at
the opening of my pussy. He then reach around and pushed Sean’s lower back to
push him into me.

HOLY. FUCK.

Having your husband shove another man into you is…fucking sexy.

I was so wet that Sean penetrated me and slowly filled me with one long, slow
thrust.

My toes curled. I only remember because Adam started to kiss my toes as Sean
started to slide in and out of me.

As you know, every man has a different rhythm and a different style when they
fuck you. Because Adam is my husband we often make love missionary style
because we both love to kiss so much. It is intimate and passionate.

Sean was fucking me. It was rougher and more aggressive. His cock was also different
from Adam’s. He was longer but thinner so his thrusts were longer and we seemed
to crash into one another on each and every thrust.

I had to lay back on the table because his thrusts were hurting my elbows.

“My turn,” Adam said.

Sean pulled out slowly and then Adam stood between my legs. He slid himself
into me with a slow thrust, only to coat his cock with my pussy juices. He
started to ram me almost as hard as Sean was.

I sat up and grabbed the back of his neck. I had to kiss him. Our kiss was
sloppy because he wouldn’t stop thrusting. I laid back down and closed my eyes.

He pulled out and stepped to the side. Sean moved over, put himself into me and
started to pound me. They didn’t have to talk, they were a team and they knew
exactly what they wanted to do to me.

Adam walked over next to me and started to suck and massage my breasts, and
then kissed me passionately. Having Adam kiss me while another man fucked
me…well…I had to ask another question.

“I’m going to cum. Will you suck my cum off Sean’s cock?”

Adam paused and looked into my eyes. He didn’t want a cock in his mouth. He had
always told me that in the past. He always wanted to watch me fuck a man but he
didn’t want to get involved. He always said he just wanted to watch.

Adam looked me in the eyes, “Yes.”

I came instantly. Knowing that he would do what he absolutely hated for me was
so erotic. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm and I had one of the most intense
orgasms of my life. I came so hard that Sean grabbed me behind my neck and
thrust in harder, just to stay inside of me.

Adam got on his knees and held my hand. He wasn’t going to go to Sean, Sean was
going to have to come to him for this. Sean walked over and I could see my
creamy cum all over his rock hard cock. Adam grabbed Sean’s cock and took a few
breaths. He shook his head, struggling with what he was going to do. He looked
up at Sean.

“Don’t thrust or grab my head or any shit like that.”

Adam looked at me and said, “I love you and I’m doing this for you,” and then
he turned and took Sean into his mouth.

OH. MY. GOD.

My hot, sexy, manly husband was sucking my cum off another man’s cock.

FUCK. I’ll BRB


Sorry, I had to go to the restroom and cum. Geez. Just
thinking about last night gets me so hot. I had to stop or I was going to cum
right here in my cubicle, just like I did this morning. I don’t need my
co-workers listening to me cum.

OK, let’s see…

So Adam sucked on Sean for a just long enough to get all my cum off of his
dick, and then he immediately stood up and kissed me again. The taste of Adam,
Sean, and my cum all mixed on my tongue…aaaand my panties are soaked again.

“It’s your turn to suck his cock,” Adam said. This wasn’t the sweet Adam, this
was the primal Adam. The switch was flipped and now Adam was the intense fucking
Adam.

Adam went down between my legs and Sean moved toward my face. The two of them
flipped me over awkwardly. I was still laying on the table, but the corner of
the table was across my stomach. My breasts were dangling off the table. I had
to grab Sean’s cock for balance. Adam moved my left leg up on the table
and   my right foot was on the floor.

Adam then shoved his rock hard cock into me and he grabbed my waist tightly and
started to slam into me. His balls were slapping my clit, and my breasts bounced
with every thrust. It took a few sucks but soon we were all in the same rhythm,
and each thrust from Adam would help me suck on Adam.

It felt like we were in this position for an hour, but I know it was much less
than that. It was just so perfect. Symbiotic. Three people moving as one. My
husband’s hot cock slamming into my pussy and Sean’s hot cock tapping the back
of my throat. What more could a woman want?

Then, in almost an instant, Adam grabbed me by the hair, shoulders, and arms,
and pulled me all the way up until I was standing with my back to his chest. We
were both sweaty and our hot skin become one when we came together. I could
feel his wet shaft pressed up against my ass. His hands were all over my tits.

“You like two cocks in you, don’t you slut?” Adam said in his sex voice. When
Adam gets really turned on, his voice drops and he almost growls as he speaks.
That’s when he really starts to talk dirty. I call it his sex voice and it
turns me on!

I didn’t even have a chance to answer.

“Sean, sit on the couch,” Adam ordered.

Sean was having the night of his life so of course he listened.

Adam’s hands were like magnets all over my skin. He couldn’t get enough of me
at that moment. He then reach up, grabbed me by the hair and walked me over to
Sean.

Adam’s lips grazed my ear and he said, “You climb up on him and make his cock
feel amazing, you gorgeous whore.”

How could I resist? I climbed up on Sean and straddled him. I positioned his
cock on my pussy and lowered myself onto him, letting him fill me again. I
started to ride him slowly, concentrating on my movements. I wanted my husband
to be pleased with me. I wanted to make Sean’s cock feel amazing.

I grabbed the back of the couch and started to ride a little faster. I looked
over my right shoulder but I didn’t see Adam. I assumed he had been watching
all this time. I turned back toward Sean when he took my left nipple into his
mouth. I pulled him close to me and continued to let his awesome cock slide in
and out of me.

Adam walked back into the room. I noticed him but I didn’t turn around. I
didn’t want deprive Sean from sucking on my soft, warm breasts and hard
nipples. Adam slapped my ass several times, causing me to clench around Sean. I let
out a groaning grunt as the spanking made me grind down on Sean with an
intensity that I had not had before. The grinding made my clit rub up against
Sean which then drove me even madder with desire. I was ready to cum again, but
the spanking stopped.

I again looked over my shoulder at Adam and I noticed he was rubbing something
on his dick.

I suddenly realized what Adam was about to do. I heard the bottle of lube snap
closed and I started to grind Sean even harder, knowing what was coming.

Adam and I have anal sex often. At least once a week. I love the way it feels
and he enjoys doing it. There are even nights when he will cum once in my
pussy, and then quickly turn me over and before he has a chance to get soft, he
is shoving himself into my ass. The tightness around his cock keeps him hard
and he can cum again after a few minutes of fucking me in my tight little ass.

He was about to fuck my ass while I rode Sean.

Adam’s strong hand pushed on my back and my hot breasts pressed against Sean. I
kissed Sean’s neck and lift my ass as much as possible without having Sean slip
out of me, and then I waited with anticipation. Sean’s hands reached down and
spread my ass cheeks apart. I loved how Adam and Sean were a team and how they
knew what the other one was thinking and helped one another. There was so few
words that were spoken last night. It was all fluid and intuitive.

I felt the tip of Adam’s cock press up against my asshole, and I softly bit on
Sean’s shoulder. Adam grabbed my shoulders and leaned forward, his cock
steadily pressing against me. I relaxed as much as possible and slowly I felt
the tip of his cock push into me. I let out a scream as the tip of his cock
popped inside of me.

Starring Sean in the eye, I moaned, “All the way in Adam. Fuck my ass.”

I wanted to feel both of them inside of me at the same time, and I wanted to
cum with them. I let out a loud moan as Adam shoved himself into me with each
thrust.

The pleasure and the pain swirled inside of me like a tornado. My moans quickly
turned to yells as I could feel Adam and Sean’s cocks moving inside of me at
different speeds. Adam was thrusting in deep and hard and Sean was thrusting
slow and shallow because he was trapped underneath me. I could feel his breath
all over my neck and his hands still grabbed my ass, trying to move me up and
down on his cock.

Adam was thrusting so hard and the pain was so intense that my arms collapsed
and I crumpled on top of Sean’s sweaty body. I was a slutty rag doll and I
loved it.

I had been fighting back the orgasm since Adam entered my ass and now I needed
relief. My orgasm continued to build, and build. I could tell it was going to
be insane.

“Cum…I want both of…your cum in me,” I struggled to say as I was getting
pounded. Right away I heard Adam start to grunt and groan, and then immediately
after I heard Sean groan underneath me. I could feel both of their cocks start
to swell inside of me. Adam pounded me hard several more times and then
everything slowed down.

Sean’s let out a groan as his hot cum shot deep into my pussy, which caused me
to immediately start to cum as soon as I felt it flood into me. I came so hard
that my legs kinda locked up and I almost pushed myself off of Sean, but then
Adam then started to cum into my ass and he shoved me back down onto Sean. I
was pinned and I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. We were
screaming and cumming and gasping for breath. Their hands were tight on me as
they continued to shove their cum as deep into me as possible.

As soon as it was over, Adam collapsed on my back, which pushed my lips close
to Sean. I instinctively started to kiss him, looking to be intimate and touch
anyone and everyone.

Imagine my surprise when Adam leaned up and joined in! The three of us were
kissing and tonguing each other. It was so fucking hot!

We fell asleep on the floor, next to the couch, too drunk and tired to make it
to the bedroom. I spooned Sean and Adam spooned me. Before I fell asleep, Sean
reached back and put his hand on my hip. I put my hand on his and Adam put his
hand on mine. It was complete perfection.

So that was my amazing night last night. I’m going to run to the restroom so I
can cum again. I’ve been at the office three hours and I haven’t done a damn
thing but write this email

Please, email me when you have the flight information available. I can’t wait
to see you so WE can make some more AMAZING nights.

Page Seven

Short Story

“I don’t understand,” Heather said after I drew
her into my bedroom and thrust several pages of a story into her hands.

“Just read,” I encouraged her as I locked my
bedroom door behind her.  “I post stories like these at a website on
the internet.  Is it good or not is what I’m asking.”

She appeared confused.  “I don’t understand.”

“Maybe you will after you read it,” I reassured
her with a hopeful sensation in my heart.

I’d been very attracted to my sister and wanted her to know
how I felt.  This was the best way I knew how, to share with her my
passion for erotic writing.  It was a long-shot at best, I knew, but if I
could get her to read one of my stories then maybe, just maybe, it might get
her turned on enough to realize what it was that I really wanted from her.

At my insistence she laid down and got comfortable on my
bed, placing two pillows behind her head so that her upper torso was partially
inclined.  I sat on the bed beside her and watched as she read the story
I’d written.  It was about two cousins who did sexual things with each
other.  I was expecting either utter disgust or, possibly, arousal. 
Although I hadn’t entirely counted on what would happen.

The first couple of pages set the scene and developed the
characters, so I wasn’t surprised that there wasn’t much reaction.  But
then, as she got into the action, I observed her legs as they started to
squeeze together as her body got aroused from the words I’d written.  She
looked up from the pages and into my eyes several times, registering shock but
also something else.

Shayne was lying down on a beach chair as she looked up and
watched her first cousin Dale getting undressed.  They’d known each other
for as long as she could remember, but this time he looked… different. 
Amazingly handsome with his chiseled face and closely cropped black hair. 
And his dazzling hazel eyes were to die for.  Either he’d recently changed,
or maybe she was just seeing him differently.

When he took his shirt off and he revealed his muscular
chest she was beyond impressed.  A slight gasp that he failed to notice
escaped her lips as she drank in his manly appearance.  Shayne couldn’t get
enough of him.  When he loosened his pants she felt a tingling between her
thighs and both nipples grew taut as she imagined him undressing, not to swim
but for her.

Then the pants came off and she admired his muscular
legs.  His was wearing a tiny tight red swimming suit, the kind those
Olympians wore, and she could see his profoundly male package tucked tightly
inside.  It was impossible for her not to stare at the most beautiful
thing she’d ever laid her eyes on.  The already-hard nipples started to throb
and the growing warmth in her loins intensified.

“Stop staring,” she complained.  “Lay
down beside me,” she suggested as she patted the mattress to her right
side as she scooted over a little to make room.

I’d never been so close to my older sister as I nervously
accepted her invitation.  I was eighteen, a high school senior, and she
was twenty one, nearly a community college graduate.  Heather was gorgeous
in my eyes.  She had long, shiny dark hair, dreamy gray eyes, a cute face,
and a slender body with curves in all the right places.  Her boobs weren’t
big but from what I could see, those bumps under her shirt were very nice

“You really wrote this?” she asked at one point as
she turned to page four.

I grinned.  “Yeah, why?”

Her shoulders shrugged.  “It surprises me is
all.  I’ve always known that you were book-smart but I didn’t realize you
could write this well.  But at the same time it’s really naughty.  I
mean dirty even.  But in a good way.”

I offered, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know
about me."  I wanted to tell her that I was in love with her, that I
wanted to do sexual things with her like the characters in my story, but I
didn’t have the courage to make such a huge confession at that moment.

She glanced over at me with her gray eyes looking so
alluring.  "How do you even know about this stuff?  Have you
even been with a girl before?”

Her words ruffled my feathers.  “You don’t have to
be with a girl to imagine what it’s like,” I told her.  “It’s
just a story.”

“Are you Dale?  And am I Shayne?” she
wondered.

“It’s just a story!” I said defensively as I felt
my face turning hot with embarrassment.  “Look, never
mind!"  As I reached for the pages she turned away from me and kept
on reading.

"Chill,” she told me.  “Let me read it
and I’ll tell you what I think, okay?”

Heather rolled over onto her side facing away from me. 
I couldn’t help but to admire her lithe body which was dressed in a tight white
top and a short denim skirt.  This left her bare, shapely legs mostly
exposed, which I shamelessly gazed at.  The sight of her soon had my balls
tingling with excitement.

I joined Dale in the pool.  It was innocent enough to
start with.  I caught him looking at me a few times, and to be fair he
caught me gawking at him on more than one occasion.  He was such a hunk I
couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

After a little while he turned playful and chased me around
the pool.  When his hands grabbed at me I felt them brushing over my
boobs, but to be honest I didn’t mind.  He apologized the first few times but
when he noticed I wasn’t offended, the brief caresses turned into firm squeezes
during which he captured my perky swells in his hands and he gave them an
intentional mauling.

I allowed it of course, and then turned the tables on
him.  I turned into the aggressor and chased him, my hands feeling up his
hard chest and leg muscles, then finally grasping his crotch and giving his
enlarging cock nice squeezes.   I couldn’t believe that I had the
courage to do it, but once I did it sure was a sexy, exhilarating
experience.   

I peeked over Shayne’s side several times and could see the
bulge of her taut nipples through her tight top and knew she was getting turned
on.  Her legs shifted several times, rubbing together, another indication
in my mind that she was liking my erotic story.

I couldn’t help myself as I spooned her, my right hand
caressing her bare top thigh.  It was so nice and smooth as my fingers ran
over the silky skin.

“What are you doing, you pervert?” she complained,
but when I didn’t stop she didn’t say or do anything else, which I took as
acceptance.

I should’ve known what was coming next.  He started to
chase me again, and the back of my bikini top mysteriously came undone.  I
shrieked as I laughed and held the cups to my boobs.  He stood there
looking at me as I stood there, feeling very awkward and naked, looking right
back at me.  He expected me to be mad but instead I flashed him a sexy
grin and let the top fall off.

Dale’s eyes widened as he looked at my bare boobs for the
first time, the dark pink nipples swollen and aching.  He gazed at me for
several moments until I started chasing him.  Somehow in the fray his
swimming suit got pulled down, he squeezed on my tits and pinched on the
nipples, and I finally got both my hands around his stiffening cock.

I kept on stroking her shapely leg from the knee to the
bottom edge of her skirt, up and down, down and up  In my mind she was
enjoying it as much, or even more, than I was.   My cock was pretty
hard by this time and I made sure she knew it as I pushed my crotch against her
lower back.  The insistent throbbing of my erection pulsed as it pressed
upon her.

I expected my sister to get mad and leave, or at least to
swat at me, but Heather did neither.  We both knew that it was my cock
that was rubbing along her lower spine as it completed its expansion.

Her lack of resistance is what gave me the courage to move
my gently massaging fingers under the skirt.  They kept to her upper thigh
and only flirted with the edge of her panties on occasion.  I felt her
body quivering against mine and heard an occasional gasp, in particular when my
longest middle finger ran down along the edge of her panties.

“We’re only kidding ourselves you know,” Dale told
her.

I looked at him with an expression of confusion written
across my face.  “Huh?”

He smiled warmly as he closed the distance between us.

“I want you and you want me,” he said. 
“It’s as plain as day.  Lose the bikini bottoms and we can have some
real fun.”

“No, I can’t,” I complained in an embarrassed
whisper.  “We can’t.  We’re not supposed to do such
things.”

His grin widened.  “Of course we’re not supposed
to.  Makes it all the more appealing, doesn’t it?  Crossing that line
in your parent’s pool in their back yard?”

I was confused.  My body wanted to, but at the same
time there was an emotional conflict beneath the surface.

I knew where Heather was in the story and I gently moved the
tips of my fingers to the edge of her panties, repeatedly stroking that line,
teasing her, teasing myself.  I was so hard and my sister knew it because
she could feel my rigid cock pressing against her lower back.

When she turned the page she realized the story had come to
an unexpected end.

She turned to look at me with a desperate expression in her
eyes.  “Where’s page seven?”

“I haven’t got that far,” I returned.

Just like in my carefully crafted story, my sister and I
were pretending.  I had my right hand underneath her skirt stroking the
edge of her panties where her right upper thigh joined with the rest of her
body. 

My older sister didn’t protest and I pretended that I wasn’t
doing anything out of the ordinary.  But we both knew different.  I
could tell she was enjoying the naughty caresses by the way her nicely scented,
shapely body shuddered in delight.  My fingers also felt her growing
feminine heat which was impossible for her to disguise or deny.  I knew
that this was my time.

Afraid this time might not ever happen again I made my
move.  At once I pulled her toward me, pressed my open mouth against those
amazing glossy lips, and plunged my hand down the front of her panties.

“No, we can’t do this,” she told me, yet at the
same time her body melted against mine.  “No Glen, please stop. 
This is wrong.”

Yet at the same time as she expressed those words, she was
also breathless and quivering and made no move to forcibly push me away. 
She knew as well as I did that we both wanted this to happen, as forbidden as
it was.  Maybe at the core that was why we both wanted this to happen.

Despite her initial reluctance Heather’s legs widened in
acceptance of this inevitable act.  The fingers of my right hand began to
explore her pussy as several fingers moved within the hot, juicy slit and felt
around her amazing sex.  I felt the wetness clinging to my fingers as they
felt all parts of her.  When a middle finger found the small bump of her
clit my sister sharply breathed in and cried out.

“Right there, touch me there,” she directed, which
I was more than happy to do.

“Okay,” I agreed.  “Just take your top
off.”

Heather hesitated at first but then quickly pulled it
off.  As my left arm coiled around her neck my mouth closed in on the
closest tit, which I excitedly licked and sucked on before zeroing in on the
tight nipple.  Her hands moved around the back of my head and her amazing
body started shaking as my lips and tongue devoured the hardened tip.

“This is so wrong, you’re my younger brother,” she
kept repeating in an anguished whisper, but in my mind it couldn’t be any more
right.  I wanted her with all of my soul, and now it was finally
happening, even though Heather might not be so certain about it.  But her
body sure knew it was right.

My older sister wasn’t any virgin, I knew that
already.  But it had been a while since she’d had a boyfriend and she was
way oversexed and unable to handle such a long dry spell.  My strategy of
getting her turned on with a hot story, then following it up with sex, seemed
to be working.  And my stiff cock, which had never known the pleasure of
intimacy with the opposite sex, was about to find out.

“Undo my pants,” I told her.  “I’m so
big and hard.”

“Suck on my clit first,” my sister
countered.  “Your dick won’t last long enough.  Get me off first
then I’ll get you off.”

She placed her hands on my shoulders and applied downward
pressure.  Then they moved to my head so that she could direct my oral
ministrations.  My lips applied kisses to her flat tummy on my way down,
then I settled between her widely parted legs and got an eyeful of the first
pussy I’d ever laid my eyes on.

As she pulled the lips apart I gazed at the most amazing
view.  It was a bright pink and all shiny with her wetness.  My eyes
inspected the velvety folds and the smoothness of the slit.  There was no
mistaking the bud of her clit, which I then focused on.  As I placed my
hands on her upper, inner thighs that were quivering, my lips took in the
bundle of nerves as my tongue lay siege.

“Oh yes!” her faltering voice cried out as her
body violently jerked.  “Yeah, suck on it.”

Despite the fact that I had no idea what I was doing, my
lips caressed and tongue licked at her clit just as she’d asked me to. 
Her hands guided my mouth to where she wanted me to focus my efforts and I did
the best that I could.  Apparently it was good enough because before long
her body was shuddering and wildly bucking. 

Her pussy juice tasted much different.  Instead of
sweet as I’d anticipated, it was tart, tangy even.  The way she moved her
hips and pelvis smeared it all over my cheeks and chin as I did my best to keep
my mouth fixed to a moving target.

On my own, without even it being suggested to me, the
fingers of my right hand moved to her cunt.  At first one, and then two
middle fingers pushed into her wet opening.  My sister sure seemed to like
it as I pumped them rapidly in and out of her.  I was so turned on by her
reaction that my mouth devoured her clit faster and harder than before. 
It really had her gorgeous body squirming like nothing else.

“Oh god.  Yes.  Oh yes!” her voice
breathlessly cried out.

Her hands tightly grasped the back of my head as she rubbed
her clit against my mouth very fast in a grinding motion.  Her movements
turned frantic for the last few moments as she rapidly moaned.  Then her
body went rigid, and a second later began bucking in uncontrollable spasms of
her ecstasy.  A flood of juice surrounded my thrusting fingers as she
savored her orgasm.  At the end her body went limp.

I returned to her side and gazed at her lovely face. 
It was reddened and sweaty from the exertion.  When her eyes opened she
smiled at me sweetly.

“I really needed that,” she sheepishly
admitted.  “You ever been with a girl before?”

I honestly shook my head.

“I doubt you’ll last long enough to get me off, which
is why I wanted you to get me off first,” she explained as she got up on
her knees and began loosening my pants and tugged them, along with my
underpants, down my legs.  “But it sure would be nice if you could. 
Can you do that for your sister?”

“I’ll try,” I told her.

She chuckled.  “That’s all a girl can ask.  I
don’t suppose you happen to have any protection, do you?”

I smiled, reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a
ribbed condom that my dad had given to me when we had the sex talk a while
ago.  Heather smiled down at me, gave my lips a brief kiss, then tore into
the package.  Seconds later her fingers were wrapping it around my
erection.  Somehow I didn’t think my dad ever dreamed that the condom
would be used with my older sister.

“I’ve only done this with one other guy, so count
yourself lucky,” she said as she straddled my crotch and guided our bodies
together.  “And don’t expect this again.  We shouldn’t be doing
this, any of this.  It’s so wrong.  Me doing it with you, it’s like
me and dad doing it.  It’s just not right.”

“It feels right to me,” I couldn’t help but tell
her.

She rolled her eyes as her head shook.  “Yeah, you
and the other guy I’ve been with have told me the very same thing.  Enjoy
the ride.”

It felt wonderful when I felt my rigid cock sliding inside
of my older sister’s pussy.  Even wrapped inside of a condom my hardness
felt the wet heat of her body as it surrounded me.  I instantly gripped
the top of her shoulders and started fucking her tight cunt, ramming upwards
into her.  Heather’s cries filled the room as my heavy breaths merged with
the noises she was making.

“Don’t cum too quick,” she anxiously pleaded with
me.

Her body was making urgent movements as I fucked her cunt
with all the energy I had.  To say that she felt amazing would’ve been a
huge understatement.  I never knew anything could feel so incredible as
this.  I kept pounding my dick into her over and over.  At one point
my hands left her shoulders and moved to her awesome tits, filling my palms
with them, thumbs rubbing over the erect nipples.

“Oh!” her sweet, breathless voice repeatedly cried
out.

My balls were on fire, literally.  I’d never been
inside a girl before, much less the older sister that I obsessed over in
secret.  Her pussy was so nice, tight, and wet.  There was nothing
that I wanted to do than to spill the beans right then and there, but something
told me if I could hold off for just a little longer then I could benefit

“Don’t lose it!” my older sister cried out as she
frantically impaled her pussy against my cock repeatedly, her motions and cries
working themselves into a tizzy.

I was in heaven as I enjoyed the tremendous tingling
sensations of pleasure as her cunt gripped me like a glove two sizes too
small.  And at the same time my hands were all over her gorgeous tits and
hard nipples, squeezing on the firm swells to my heart’s content.

“Please don’t cum yet, I’m almost there,” her
words were urgently spoken.

My older sister Heather was all hot and sweaty as she rode
my granite-hard cock for all she was worth.  Her cries of delight echoed
off the walls as I kept drilling her tight, hot pussy again and again.  I
was on the verge of cumming but I held off and kept pounding into her sweet
meat as my balls ached for release.

“Oh yes!” she breathlessly cried out as
perspiration rolled down her silky skin and I kept mauling her luscious tits
with wild abandon.

And then I finally knew what it was like to be inside a girl
when she reached orgasm.  Her pussy clenched around my cock as her sex
flooded with fresh juice.  As her body went wild on top of me, going rigid
then convulsing, my balls gave in.

I clenched hard before my tingling balls released their
contents in powerful streams of cum that were captured in the tip of the condom
that my sister had wrapped around me.  I kept pumping hard for as long as
the pleasure-filled spasms of ecstasy lasted.

But even when it was over, it wasn’t over.  I didn’t
want it to end, not ever. Despite my spent cock starting to wither I shifted my
body lower and went down on her again.  Her tangy pussy was really soaked
now.  After pushing the outer folds apart my lips attacked her clit. 
Unlike earlier I was now filled with confidence and her sharp cries of
surprised delight were all the more reassuring.

This time I relished the tart flavor of my older sister’s
pussy as I devoured her with wild abandon.  Two fingers stroked her tight
hole as I licked and suckled on the tiny bud.  She was beside herself as
her slender, shapely body shuddered in sheer pleasure.  I didn’t give
Heather a moment to catch her breath as I feasted on her succulent center, all
the while immersing myself in her oozing nectar like a pig in mud.

She was quickly overwhelmed by the powerful sensations of
building ecstasy.  “Yes.  Oh god, that feels great!”

I maintained the systematic mauling of her clit and the
thrusting of two fingers into her juicy hole until her cries grew louder and
that sweet body clenched tightly in orgasm.  Then she started wildly
bucking as the climax played out.  I didn’t let up until her sweaty body
relaxed with a contented sigh.

She reached down and pulled the used condom off my dick and
flung it across the room onto the carpeted floor.

Heather kissed my lips and with a sexy smile on her lovely
face she suggested, “Get some more of those and maybe this won’t be the
last time.”

Then my sister did something I never expected.  As she
knelt on the bed her face rubbed against my soft, cum-soaked cock.  Her
cheeks, chin, and finally her lips pressed upon my limp penis and sated
balls.  The more she did, life started returning to my dick.  She
glanced up into my eyes and growled like a sexy, tempting tigress just before
her mouth took my small cock inside, which she sucked and hungrily licked on.

It didn’t take long before my older sister’s hot, attentive
mouth had my dick growing again.  My hands reached down, fingers entwining
in her silky-soft hair at the back of her head as my hips instinctively began
pumping my cock between her tightly compressed lips.  It felt wonderful,
almost beyond human comprehension.

A couple of times her mouth pulled off my now-fully-erect
penis and she suckled my balls one at a time.  This was nice, but when her
lips returned to my stiff cock and surrounded it again I breathed a sigh of
wondrous relief as I resumed fucking her amazing mouth and throat.

I felt no need to hold back and so as my balls started
tingling with arousal I gave in.  My thrusting motions became urgent at
the end.  The pleasure overtook me and before I knew it my balls unleashed
their load.

As I pounded into my sister’s mouth I started ejaculating
rapid streams of thick, hot semen.  The fact that my sister would do such
a thing at all was incredible enough, but then to watch her swallow it all down
was even more surprising.  Surprising in an extremely nice
way.   And I sure wasn’t complaining.  Not at all.

Afterwards she returned to my side where we lay in silence
for a little while.

“That was nice,” she decided.

I turned and looked her in the eyes.  “That was
awesome.  Did you mean what you said?”

“Did I mean what?” she asked uncertainly.

“That if I buy a box of rubbers that this won’t be our
last time?”

And it wasn’t.  Not by a long shot.  Even when she
found another boyfriend we still went at it like a couple of crazed
lovers.  Even after I found a girlfriend we never stopped.  Nor even
her eventual marriage slowed us down, nor mine.

Maybe it was too convenient living under the same
roof.  Or maybe it was because we loved each other as much or even more
than the others sharing our lives.

No matter the reason, my older sister is the woman I’ll
always be in love with.  And she’ll always be in love with me.  And
we’ll always share our bodies with one another… as long as I have a condom in
my drawer.

Holiday Diary

Short Story

Day 1.

After a long wait for our bags at the airport we finally
found a taxi that would take us to our hotel. An hour and a half later we arrived
at the most magnificent building and gardens that was stuck in the
absolute middle of nowhere. 

As patience isn’t one of his virtues Rob wasn’t happy even
though it had been him who had booked this ‘bargain holiday’ over the Internet.
At the reception desk we had more problems. It quickly became evident that
German tourists mainly used the hotel as the staff hardly spoke any English.
Being typical Brit’s we obviously didn’t speak German or Spanish or anything
other than English. As there was a problem with our reservation this meant that
we were having terrible problems trying to register. Then, out of the blue, a ‘white knight’ appeared. 

Well, not a real ‘white knight’ but a group of 5 teenage
German boys wearing shorts and basketball vests as if they had just returned
from the beach. “Hello. Can I help?” the tallest asked in a
faultless English with only the merest hint of a German accent. “We
can’t get booked in mate.” Rob muttered. “Can I see?” he
asked as he took our Internet receipt from my husband. The boy read it
carefully then spoke politely to the young girl behind the counter. They
each pointed at various parts of the document until the girl grinned and
went into her office.

The boy handed Rob the receipt back. “She confused you
with someone who was not due to arrive until Saturday. I’m sorry. She is
getting your keys now.” “Uh, thanks mate.” Rob replied
embarrassed. “Hi, my name is Didi. I am also staying here, with my
friends.” He then turned to his friends who all waved and smiled.
“Hello and thank you very much,” I offered him my hand,
“I’m Andrea and this is Rob…my husband. We are from England.”
“I guessed!” Didi laughed, “I am sorry. That was not fair.”

The receptionist returned with our room keys and some more
documents. After a couple of stress free minutes we were unlocking the door to
our room. “At last!” Rob huffed as he dropped the cases onto the
floor.  “God! It’s fantastic!” I gushed as I whizzed around the
room opening doors and cupboards. When I opened the shutters in the bedroom I
was greeted with two of the German boys standing on the balcony of the apartment
opposite. We waved to each other as I surveyed the pool and bar area.
Suddenly I felt as if I was finally on holiday. Back in the living room Rob had
found the porn channel on the TV. “I might have guessed!” I scowled
as he stared at two huge breasted girls wrestling on a bed. “Guess who are
opposite us?” I asked as I put the kettle on.  Rob turned and
shrugged his shoulders. “The German boys. The one with long hair
waved.” I told him. “Gay boys all of them.” Rob chuckled as the
blonde girl produced a huge dildo from under a pillow. 

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him, “Gay boys? What
makes you say that?” Without taking his eyes from the screen he went on,
“Well, look at them; they’re too good looking to be straight. Five
lads like that…together…. On holiday…definitely!” I shook my
head knowing that it would be pointless to argue. 

Later that night we passed the boys as we went into the
restaurant. “Hi. Andrea?” Didi greeted me, unsure how to pronounce my
name. “How is your room?” “Fine,” I replied noticing
his twinkling blue eyes. “Yeah, fine thanks,” Rob mumbled.
“Are you eating in the hotel?” Didi continued as one of his friends
tapped his watch, “not going into town?” “We are a bit tired
after all of the travelling, so we thought that we would have a quiet
night.” I smiled as Rob rudely made for the bar. “How far is it to
the town? Can we walk?" 

Didi laughed again and shook his head, "Not really, it
is 3km, we have a car and I think that you will need one to.” With that
his friend with long dreadlocks tugged his arm and they left. Rob handed
me a drink and asked, “Is it cold out there?” “No,” I
shook my head not knowing what he meant. Then his eyes went down to my nipples,
which were now clearly poking through the thin material of my dress. My
husband grinned as I blushed and turned away. “You’re going to be
disappointed…. I stand more chance with him than you do!” he
laughed out loud, “I’m telling you – gay as a Bishop!” During
our meal we planned sunbathing around the pool the following day, then
we’d get a taxi into town on the night then hire a car the following day
to discover the island and most importantly – the beaches. 

Day 2

Rob and I had been lying by the pool for over an hour when I
heard a familiar voice say, “Hi. Do you like it by the pool?” I
looked up to see the German boys walking past, obviously on their way to
the beach. Didi was standing next to my lounger, only dressed in baggy
surf shorts, trainers and dark shades. “Yes its fine, thanks.” I
replied. Rob looked up from his English newspaper and smiled. “We
prefer the beach. It is less crowded.” He told me as he bent down
onto his haunches. “Me too, but as it’s our first day we thought we
would stay in the hotel.” I was enjoying talking to this handsome
young man. I could tell why Rob would think that they were gay; all 5 were
very good looking, tall, cool and their bodies were very tanned and toned.
“You should join us one day,” Didi suggested, making two of his
friends laugh, which puzzled me. “That would be good,” I told
him knowing that my husband would never agree. With that they left us. 

The rest of the day was uneventful until late afternoon when
I decided to go upstairs for a shower and get ready for our night out. When Rob finally
joined me his stomach, legs, ankles, chest and face were as red as a
beetroot! He had fallen asleep. We had a blazing row as he thought that I
should have been checking on him! Men! 

By the time that I stepped out of the shower my husband was
burning up. After a discussion he still agreed to go into town for a meal and a
few drinks. That was a mistake! We were only halfway through our meal when he
was in so much pain I decided that we would have to get a taxi back to the
hotel. 

As we were trying to flag down a cab the German boys
appeared and asked what was wrong. I explained and Ralf volunteered to drive us
back in their rented Jeep. 

“No, no!” Rob insisted sarcastically, “You
stay here with the lads. You enjoy yourself." 

Within two minutes Ralf returned with a big open-topped Jeep
and my husband was zooming away from me. As my husband had decided that the guys
were gay, he probably felt that he had nothing to worry about, apart from
me getting drunk! 

With the Jeep in the distance the remaining lads took me
into a Disco-bar. We had a great time, drinking and dancing and drinking some more.
As we drank they asked me about England and my job and Rob, while I asked
them about Germany and themselves. It became obvious quite quickly that
they weren’t gay as three of them had girlfriends back at home! They had
come on holiday together as they were all going to different universities
all over Germany later in the year and this would probably be their last
chance to be together. 

By about 11 o’clock I was very tipsy and dancing quite
outrageously with 2 or 3 boys at a time. "I must get back to see my
husband, he’s not well.” I slurred as I took a huge gulp of yet
another exotic cocktail that they had bought me. 

At the Jeep I realised that it was only designed for 5
people and there was now 6 of us. Ralf got into the driver’s seat and Stefan, a
gorgeous boy with long blonde dreadlocks jumped into the passenger seat.
“You may have to sit on one of our laps,” Didi apologised. 

I didn’t care at all; in fact I was looking forward to a ‘bumpy’ drive home. As I drunkenly climbed up the steps and clambered onto the
back seat I heard Hans say something in German which made his friends
laugh. "Shit!“ I realised that he had been looking up my short
summer dress and had seen my lace thong. Grinning I playfully slapped his
muscled arm, and wagged a finger at him. 

He innocently shrugged his shoulders and pretended that he
didn’t know what I meant. 

The boys sat in the seats and I positioned myself on a knee
of both Didi and Mark. Didi put his strong arm around my waist and with a roar
and a sandstorm Ralf raced out of the car park. 

I had been correct about the bumpy road. It was like a
rollercoaster as the car hit every pot-hole on the island. I was thrown about
like a rag-doll in the back giving the lads plenty of opportunities to ‘accidentally’
grab my freely bouncing breasts or slide a hand up my short dress touching
my thighs ‘in an attempt to steady me’! Eventually, when they realised
that I wasn’t complaining, Didi slid his hands inside my dress and
casually groped my tits through my bra. The others stroked my legs and one
even playfully touched my tingling pussy. All too soon we were back at the
hotel. Still giggling we climbed out of the Jeep and I straightened my
clothes, so as not to make my husband too suspicious. In the reception
area they begged me to have one more drink with them, but I declined
explaining that I had to see to my ‘sick husband’. At my age, leaving five
young men ‘horny and disappointed’ made me very happy indeed. 

Rob looked a sorry sight lying spread-eagled on his bed. His
body looked even more inflamed in the half-light. "Silly sod!” I
thought as he moaned and groaned; feeling sorry for himself. I covered him
in ‘after-sun’ then undressed for bed in the bathroom. I chuckled to myself
as my thong was so wet it actually stuck to me. After the ride in the back
of the Jeep, I was so turned on I had to play with myself as I sat on the
toilet. It felt sooooooo sexy fiddling with my sticky clit thinking about
those boys playing with my tits and legs, knowing that my husband was lying
asleep in the next room. 

Day 3

Rob was so ill he couldn’t face any breakfast, so, very ‘hungover,’
I made my way down alone. Three of the German boys were already there and
beckoned me over. Remembering my behavior 9 hours previously I found it
difficult to make eye-contact with them as I sipped my OJ and coffee.
Thankfully they were gentlemen and only ‘alluded’ to having ‘enjoyed my
company’ the previous evening. 

When I told them how sore and ill Rob was and I would be
sunbathing alone today, Didi volunteered to stay behind and keep me company. I tried
to tell him ‘no’ but he insisted. An hour later after telling Rob of my
plans, I was lying topless next to a handsome 18 year old German boy on
adjoining loungers. Thankfully Rob thought that this was just another ‘thing’ that gay boys would do. 

Didi was good company and we talked in more detail about our
differing lives as the morning flew by. He talked very passionately about the beach
and the surf, insisting that Rob and I should join them there when he felt
better. Every half hour I would put my bikini top back on and we would
swim together in the refreshing pool. I couldn’t take my eyes off his slim
tanned torso as he dried himself. As Didi sat on the edge of his
sun-lounger and bent away from me my stomach fluttered as my hands began
rubbing thick cream into his skin. His body felt so hard compared to my
husband. With my eyes covered by dark sunglasses I could see a fat woman a
few yards away from us staring at me and smiling – I guess that she was
jealous. After a couple of minutes of this ‘pleasure’ Didi turned away and
adjusted the front of his once loose shorts. When he had composed himself
he asked if I ‘would like the same’. I nodded and lay on my stomach. 

‘God Almighty!’ this felt good. His hands were soft and
gentle as he caressed the cool lotion into my baking flesh, making my purr like
a kitten. We continued like this until lunchtime, when I went back to see how
my husband was. As I opened the door I was hit by an icy blast. Rob was
lying half asleep on the sofa with the air-conditioning turned on full. 

In fairness to him, he looked terrible and probably was in a
lot of pain, but it was his own fault! I put on a sweatshirt and made some salad
which I ate alone on the balcony. 

Rob wasn’t in the mood for small talk but seemed happy that
Didi was keeping me company by the pool, which meant that ‘my’ holiday wasn’t being
completely ruined. 

Didi was waiting for me with some cold beers when I
returned. The next couple of hours flew by as we swam, drank beer (and water)
then rubbed more suntan lotion into each other’s hot bodies. I swear that
there was a bulge in the front of his trunks at least three times that he carefully
adjusted, thinking that I hadn’t noticed – but I had! After a while I
began to feel very, very naughty, I looked up to see that the blinds in my
apartment were still closed. “Do you like that?” he asked in his
sexy American/German accent, as he massaged my shoulder blades with lotion
one more time. “Oh yessssss.” I cooed as his fingertips slid
down my sides until they touched my tits, “yessss.” I continued as he
slowly moved to the small of my back easing his fingers inside the elastic
of my bikini pants. “Should I do your legs?” he whispered. 

Mmmmmm, yes please.“ I continued purring as he
delicately squeezed the muscles and sinews of my 34 year old legs. 

I eventually had to ask him to stop as I now wanted some
lotion on my front. I took the bottle from him and sensuously squirted a huge
dollop of cold white suntan lotion onto my chest as I sat less than three
feet away from this young hunk of love. I tried as best I could to make it look
natural as I rubbed the runny liquid into my heaving breasts and across my
stomach. My tits felt heavier and firmer than I could remember as I
squeezed and rotated them for my young friends’ pleasure. 

Didi was pretending that this was the most normal thing in
the world as he tried to make polite conversation. I stared into his pale blue
eyes as I eased the elastic of my bikini bottoms away from my skin with
one hand as the other rubbed the cream further down. Didi was virtually speaking
in a whisper as he tried to peek inside my pants. 

What were you saying?” I nonchalantly asked as he was
now nearly incoherent. “Oh, uh …nothing important.” He mumbled as I
spread my legs, exposing my prominent ‘camel toe’ (as Rob calls it) to him
as I squirted more cream onto the inside of both thighs. 

I bent forward making my breasts jiggle and whispered,
“Would you like to rub that in for me?” All he could do was smile as
his trembling hands nervously touched my skin. It took him a few seconds
to gain his confidence, but when he did I was in Heaven. His hands and
fingers swirled in long then small circles pressing the skin as if it was
made of eggshells. 

I scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully
only the fat woman was, and she appeared to be enjoying the show as much as I was.
A couple of times he ‘accidentally’ touched my genital area making me jump
as it was so sensitive. 

“Naughty, naughty!” I chided him as I tapped him
on the head. He looked up like a scolded puppy. Nervously I looked at my watch,
4.15, and said, “I’d like a coffee." 

"Oh…okay,” he muttered with a look of
devastation on his face, “I’ll get them.” “No, not from
there,” I looked towards the bar, “let’s go to your room.”
The look on his face suddenly changed into a huge grin. He began throwing
his things into a bag until I told him to slow down, as I didn’t want to
make it ‘look too obvious’. I knew by slowly getting dressed and packing my
bag would only tease him a little bit more. Once inside the hotel he
nearly ran up the stairs two at a time. Then as we entered the untidiest
room that I’d ever been in, he suddenly lost his confidence. “Your
husband? What if ….?” he stammered? 

I put my finger to his lips and told him not to worry about
Rob. I then unhooked my bikini top and dropped it to the floor. “You’ve
wanted to do this all day haven’t you?” I asked as I gently pulled
his face towards my shiny tits. “Suck them!" 

He did as he was told and hungrily licked and sucked my
swollen nipples making them ache like never before. His hands were suddenly all
over my body groping my arse through my sarong and pants then roughly
grabbing my tits. I hadn’t felt this ‘wanted’ for a lot of years. I
unfastened the sarong leaving me standing in just my tiny bikini bottoms
as he continued licking and sucking my 34c tits. "That’s enough of
that!” I told him as I grabbed his hard dick through his shorts.
“Which room is yours?" 

He motioned to an open door, "Okay, let’s go!” I
laughed as I led him into the room by his cock. The bedroom was worse than the
lounge with clothes scattered everywhere. I even noticed a dirty magazine
and some tissues next to one of the beds. I pushed him onto the bed and
tugged his shorts down. There was no tan line as his cock sprang into
view. 

“I did not know how to tell you….the beach that we go
to…it is a….nudist beach!” “Jesus!” I gasped. 

“We are quite open about nudity in Germany and our
families have come here since we were all little boys. Are you shocked?”
He told me as I began licking the shaft. “Not at all,” I grinned
as I kissed the purple tip, “it sounds like fun.” I stared at
his young tanned cock. It was such an odd shape – about 6 inches long,
quite narrow at the base eventually spreading out to a big fat bell-end
that looked like a plum. He had a small forest of brown pubic hair but
none at all on his balls. 

“Ooh! Andrea!” he gasped as I covered his fat knob
with my lips. My mind was racing; thinking about these five strapping young
lads naked on a beach – my pussy was tingling again. I couldn’t wait to
feel his fat cock inside my cunt. My tongue was running along the purple
knob as I began stroking his pubes and shaft with my thin fingers making
him really moan now. 

As soon as I gripped his swollen balls he began grunting and
before I could take it out, his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot lumpy
cum filled my mouth. Sadly I don’t like the taste so tried to keep as much in
my mouth without swallowing any as I pulled his cock out. He erupted again
splashing my face with yet more youthful spunk as I tried to stand up. I
waved my hand and shook my head, trying to tell him that I’d had enough. 

“Oh, oh I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I didn’t
know…I’m sorry.” He stammered as I looked for somewhere to spit his cum
into. As I ran into the living area I was greeted by his friends watching
the porn channel. They all smiled and waved. Shocked, I ran across the
room with Didi’s excess cum running down my face as I struggled to keep
the rest in my mouth. 

I leant across the sink and spat the foul tasting liquid
into the bowl. I then wiped my face with a t-shirt and turned to face the
grinning boys. They were no longer watching the girl masturbating on the
TV but staring at me dressed only in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Didi
was nonchalantly standing naked in the bedroom doorway with his semi-swollen
cock still pointing at me. “I think that this is yours….Andrea.”
Ralf said as he held my bikini top aloft. I smiled sarcastically as he
waved it above his head. 

With one arm covering my breasts I held the other out. Just
as I touched the strap he threw it to Stefan. I quickly turned and tried to
grab it – too late, he threw it across the room. In seconds I’d forgot
that I was topless and chased my flying bra around the boys’ room amid
much laughter from all of us. Didi finally handed it back and as I
fastened it he asked, “Will you consider joining us at the beach
tomorrow?” The horny state that I was in effected my brain, “I’d
love to!" 

As I walked back to my apartment my nipples were poking
through my bikini top. My pussy was absolutely aching as I could still taste Didi’s
spunk in my mouth. The more I ‘tasted it’ the hornier I became. I was
praying that Rob had made some form of recovery and would let me fuck him.
He was still sitting on the sofa in the dark freezing room, surrounded by
used tissues when I entered. "So you’re feeling better, I see.”
I joked. “A bit,” he sighed, “but look at this.” As he
turned to face me I could see that the burns on his face had now turned to scabs.
“Oh God!” I whispered as I gently kissed his forehead. 

As I put more lotion on his sores it was obvious that Rob
wasn’t going to be able to satisfy my sexual urges in any form. I had to play
with myself twice, in the shower to give my pussy some form of relief, but
I knew that I needed a good fucking – and soon. 

As we sat eating, in the restaurant, I told him ‘what good
company’ Didi had been, and that he had invited us to the beach (neglecting to
tell my husband that it was a nudist beach and they were 5 horny heterosexual
teenagers!) 

Rob wasn’t sure as he felt that we should spend some time
together. The decision was made for him at 3.30 am as made his way to the
bathroom for the fourth time. I had told him not to eat sea food in his condition,
but, ‘being a man’ he knew best. The smell when he returned was
disgusting. “That’s it! I’m going to the beach tomorrow…Sod you!" I
told him. 

Day 4

As Rob lay asleep I decided to go for breakfast alone. The
boys were already there. Slightly blushing, as they all knew that I’d given Didi
a blow-job the previous day, I sat with them. As we chatted I told 
them about Rob’s new ‘problem’. "So, Andrea, are you going to join us at
the beach?” Stefan asked, grinning. I shrugged my shoulders and nervously
nodded my head. The boys then laughed and chuckled as they talked in
German. “Fantastic!” seemed to be the consensus. Twenty minutes
after leaving my husband with enough water and tissues to see him through
the day I was sitting on Didi’s knees in the back of the Jeep. 

The beach was a 30 minute drive away. This time everyone
appeared to be a bit more nervous and restrained. When we arrived, the guys
grabbed the towels, footballs and cool-boxes and we set off along the hot
sand. As we passed a large number of families and couples I was amazed to
see how many people were nude and wasn’t sure if I would actually have the nerve
to go fully naked too. 

My eyes flashed through my dark glasses at all the flesh
that was on display. I don’t care what my mother said about ‘when you’ve seen
one – you’ve seen them all!“ I must have seen every shape and size of
penis known to man. I tried my best not to stare, but…well…I just
loved looking at them. 

The German boys finally found a relatively secluded spot
with a type of derelict semi-circular sheltered area made from rocks and old
bits of flotsam. "What’s that?” I asked as I dropped my bag.
“Stefan laughed; "They are for windy days and shy people!”
the others laughed. 

I wasn’t sure what to do then the 5 boys looked at each
other and WHOOSH…their shorts and vests were thrown into the ‘shelter’. My stomach
turned over as I stared at their youthful bodies. Three began playing
football which made their long soft penises bounce between their strong
legs as they ran around. “Have you decided?” Didi asked me. I
smiled and unclipped my bra, slowly exposing my tits for him. Then I
unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs. 

Still smiling I told him that I still wasn’t sure about
going fully naked. He shrugged his shoulders and disappointedly wandered off to play
football. I stood in my bikini pants, sunglasses and straw hat 
rubbing sun-tan lotion into my flesh as I watched my new friends running
around naked. They looked terrific with their slim, tanned, muscular
bodies and dangling cocks. 

I spotted that the blonde haired Hans was circumcised and
the rest had foreskins, Stefan’s’ especially looked sexy as it was very long
and thick. 

Didi waved me over as the boys ran down to the refreshing
sea as I lay on my towel. They were already jumping about in the surf with the ball
as I tentatively walked into the cold water which made my nipples instantly
pop out. I quickly acclimatised and joined in their game which seemed to
be a version of handball. I was having great fun diving into the waves
when, just as I tried to retrieve the ball, I felt a hand push my
shoulders. The next I knew I was face down in the water. As I managed to
get my head out of the water I felt Ralf and Mark tugging at my pants.
Another wave crashed into us, knocking me helpless. When I recovered Mark
was leaping through the water with my pants in his hand. 

As I sat in the water I quickly realised that there was
nothing I could do. After all ‘I had already seen their bits so they may as
well see mine’! I slowly got to my feet discretely letting them see my
neatly trimmed pubes. Just as I made eye contact with Didi the ball hit me on
the head knocking me sideways. After a few minutes being naked in the
water felt very liberating, especially when the surf went between 
my legs frothing around my pussy, making me even hornier. 

Eventually as we trooped back up the beach I spotted a
couple of old men now sitting close by the shelter. Both were short, quite
chubby, grey haired and had moustaches, one was very thick and bushy. They
smiled and waved as I walked past which made me self-conscious about my
nudity again. As the boys were already drying themselves Ralf threw me my pants
which I instantly threw into the shelter, confirming that I was staying
nude. 

After toweling myself dry I began covering myself in suntan
lotion, Stefan offered to rub some into my back. I nodded agreement and passed him
the bottle. He was as good as Didi had been the previous day. I closed my
eyes as his hands pressed the cool liquid into my hot skin. 

Soon his hands wandered underneath my arms until he was
gently massaging the sides of my breasts. I calmly raised my arms to allow him
free access. I gasped as his cock began to stiffen against my bum as he firmly
squeezed my tits and tugged at my already stiff nipples. “That is
good? Yah?” He whispered. “Mmmmmm, yes…very.” I replied as I maneuvered
his rising cock between my arse cheeks. 

Didi shouted something which made Ralf stop and the others
including the old men all laughed. Ralf squirted some lotion at Didi then
chased him around the beech until he finally caught him, pushing him into
the soft sand. 

We continued like this for the next couple of hours –
playing in the sea then the boys taking it in turns oiling my back and tits. My
pussy ached so much it actually felt as if it had been kicked, I was so turned
on as I watched them oiling themselves especially when they took their
time rubbing the cream into their youthful penises. When they massaged me
they no longer made any pretence at having erect cocks, in fact Ralf and
Mark took great delight in rubbing oil into theirs directly in front of
me. 

I felt absolutely brazen as we ate a late lunch. I was now
so relaxed with my nudity and the effect that it was having on my new friends
that I deliberately sat with my legs apart giving them an unobstructed
view of my pink gash. As the afternoon wore on I became sexually
frustrated as all of their fondling and massaging kept bringing me ‘to the
boil’ then they would stop. 

Then after being groped and fondled by three of the boys as
we played Frisbee in the surf, Stefan was rubbing oil into my tits one of his hands
slowly descended into my trimmed pubes in front of his friends. I heard
the boys laughing and looked over to see them all sitting legs apart,
making no attempt to hide their own hardening cocks. Delighted that at my
age I could seriously turn on a group of horny teenagers I motioned Didi
to help his friend, by waving the bottle. His purple knob peeked out of
the foreskin as his long cock swayed in front of him as he stood up. 

Didi squirted more lotion onto my tits and belly then his hands
replaced Ralf’s on my heaving breasts. Both boys caressed and stroked my middle aged
body, taking great care when their young hands covered my tits, arse and
thighs. 

The others were standing very close now touching my aching
breasts as well, as the two boys had worked their hands and fingers between my legs
until they were touching and fondling my soaking pussy without actually
penetrating it. Mark began talking to Ralf in German, then taking hold of
my wrist he told me, “We should go into the shelter." 

“No, not here, please. Let’s go back to the hotel. There are
too many people here.” I panted, hoping that I was finally going to
get the good fucking that I was aching for. 

All five boys had raging hard-ons as they hurriedly put
their shorts back on. As they hastily packed the rucksacks Ralf handed me my
bikini. I grinned and tucked it inside my own bag. It was about a mile
back to the Jeep but I wanted to be stark naked as I walked back through
the other tourists with my five young friends. I could feel my love juices trickling
down the inside of my thighs as I walked hand in hand with Didi as we
followed the others along the beach. 

At the car I put my shorts and bra on and climbed into the
back with Didi, Ralf and Mark. 

We were hardly out of the car park when Mark had lifted my
tits out of their supporting cups exposing my breasts to the world as we zoomed back
to our hotel. Didi cupped my head in his hands and finally kissed me. Our
tongues wrestled like spitting cobras as someone slid a hand inside my
pants and pushed at least two fingers into my sopping hole, I spread my
legs as far apart as possible making it easier for him to finger me to a
screaming orgasm. 

Ralf slowed down as we entered the hotel car park, making
sure that no one could see us, especially as my shorts were now around my
knees. 

Mark set off first on a ‘scouting mission’ to see if Rob was
sitting on our balcony. Thankfully he wasn’t so we discretely made our way up
the back stairs until we entered the boys’ apartment. For a few seconds we all
stood in silence then I pulled Ralf’s shorts down making his cock spring
into view. I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth. He knew what to do
and eased his ever stiffening cock past my lips. I immediately licked,
sucked and slurped on his hot pink knob. Hands were now grabbing and
groping at my tits and arse as I gobbled his salty cock. 

I moved my head away and began sucking on Stefan’s slim
dick. It wasn’t as stiff as Ralf’s and with a slight push it went straight to
the back of my throat. I kept my jaw as wide open as possible as he fucked
my mouth making his cock go deep into my throat. Someone had now spread my legs
and was fingering my sopping cunt with at least three digits right past
his knuckles. Stefan was jamming his cock faster and deeper into my throat
as I bobbed my head backwards and forwards. 

I sensed that he was about to blow his wad and should have
made him withdraw but the finger fucking that I was getting at the other end
was driving me crazy. 

Stef grabbed my wet hair and forced his cock as far into my
throat as it would go then grunted like a bear. My breathing was getting out of control
as I felt lump after lump of thick German spunk slide down my throat
straight into my belly. I could hardly taste his cum until he quickly
withdrew his deflating member smearing my tongue with his salty seed. 

I gripped his shaft as Didi instantly replaced him in front
of me and nibbled on his ball sack making him wince with pain, I then ran my tongue
along a thick blue vein that ran along the underside of his cock until I
got to his floppy foreskin which was still covering his bell-end. It felt
strange as I began sucking his ‘skin and knob at the same time. As I
filled my mouth with his cock the fingers were removed from my swollen
cunt and then replaced by someone jamming their cock deep inside. 

Obviously I’d never done anything remotely like this before
and the idea of being fucked at both ends had been a fantasy of mine (and my husbands!)
for many years. Whoever was fucking my doggy fashion grabbed my hips and
hammered into me like a piston. Even if I hadn’t had a fat cock in my
mouth at the same time this would have been a terrific fuck! But sucking
Didi at the same time had my clit ready to explode. 

As he rammed my cunt I had to grab Didi to stop myself
falling over as my knees were sliding on the tiled floor. Then, suddenly, as
the cock was pulled out of my twat I turned my eyes to see Mark’s spunk
heading towards my swinging tits. Didi grabbed the back of my head with
one hand and began tugging at his cock with the other until he filled my dry
mouth with sticky spunk, as splash after splash of Mark’s spunk landed on
my chest and slid down onto my nipples. When he was satisfied he moved
away leaving me on my hands and knees trying to get my breath back through
a mouthful of teenage sperm. 

I spat some out but because I was out of breath it seemed to
stick to my tongue and everything as it was so thick. Shattered, I rolled onto
my back. The boys still surrounded me and talked and laughed excitedly in German.
As I grabbed a bottle of water and took a long gulp Hans took hold of one
of my ankles and pulled my legs apart. Grinning he stared at my gaping
love-hole, “Okay?” he asked as he knelt between my thighs. 

“Yes…yes,” I gasped as I gulped down even more
cool water, “but let’s go into the bedroom!” A girl has to have some
comfort even if she is getting gang-banged! In a second after lying on the
scruffy single bed his knob was sliding past my love-flaps making me groan
like whore. I lay flat on my back and wrapped my les around his tanned
back drawing his six inches even deeper inside my body. His face fell onto
my chest and he began suckling my tingling nipples as he pounded my pussy
with vigor. 

Ralf knelt beside my face and offered his cock for me to
suck again. Smiling, I obediently opened my lips for him. It was difficult to concentrate
on sucking his young cock as Hans was rattling my cunt like a diesel
train. 

I used my tongue as best as I could while he fucked my
mouth. When he moved his body I could see the others standing around smoking,
laughing and tugging at their hardening cocks. Then I spotted the two old
men as well! They must have followed us back to the hotel. 

My hips were now rocking in time with Hans as he increased
the intensity of his fucking, making the bed shake. I knew that he must be
close to cumming as his face was becoming contorted. I unlocked my ankles
from around his back expecting him to withdraw but he took advantage by manoeuvring
his shoulders under my legs forcing my ankles behind my ears and sending
his cock deeper into my belly! In seconds both of us screamed out loud as
we orgasmmed together. Ralf forced his cock back into my throat as my
mouth hung wide open. He moved his weight onto his other arm and began
pumping his hot greasy juices into my stretched throat as Hans continued
filling my womb and belly with his own spunk. 

As my trembling orgasm subsided we collapsed in a bit of a
heap. The boys slowly slid their deflating cocks from my body and were
instantly replaced by Stefan and Didi (again). I was now developing a
taste for cum and was sucking Stefan’s cock so hard in my desire for
another mouthful that he actually begged me to slow down and be gentle
with him. I complied but it wasn’t easy as Didi was becoming more
confident as he fucked me and he too lifted one of my legs into the air as
he jack-hammered my willing cunt with his virile young cock. 

I was covered in sweat and gasping for breath when they
finally ‘came’ in my mouth and cunt at exactly the same time. My clitoris felt
as if it would explode at any time if I didn’t do something about it soon. Then
I opened my eyes to see the two old men standing either side of the bed
naked. The one with the bushy moustache was stroking a huge cock inches
away from my spunk covered face, the other man’s was dangling between his
legs. Both cocks were much bigger than any of the boys. 

He started to say something in German to me as he rubbed the
bulbous tip across my cheek. Ralf laughed and translated for me, “He
thinks that you are the sexiest woman that he ever seen and he would like
to fuck you!" 

I held my hand out and wrapped my fingers around the
wrinkled shaft, drawing it to my mouth. His bell-end was as wide as Didi’s but
it must have been at least 2 inches longer. I sucked and slurped like my
life depended on it, hoping that he wasn’t going to cum too quickly as I really
wanted to feel this thing inside my eager twat. The next thing that I knew
was that the other old man was licking my spunk covered pussy. His tongue
felt like velvet as it glided over my blood engorged labia sending mild
electric shocks to my brain. 

My hand began rubbing the cock that was in my mouth in time
to the other men’s administrations to my tingling cunt. I knew that I should
stop but it felt so good in my mouth and the tonguing that I was getting
was ‘out of this world’. For once in my life I let my brain decide what to do
and I virtually threw the cock away from my head as I lay spread-eagled on
the small bed as my new lover did things with his tongue that I didn’t
know possible.

As my orgasm built up and deflated I began tugging at my
nipples nearly pulling them off my tits I was getting so worked up. Then he did
it! My head and body were contorting as if I was having a fit when he
finally flicked my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. "AaaaaaagggggGGGGHHHHHYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!”
I screamed (in my head!) As a spine snapping orgasm tore through my body
followed by tiny orgasm after tiny orgasm until I nearly passed out.

When my ‘moment’ subsided I realized that everyone in the
room was laughing at me. It took a few seconds but when I focused my eyes the old
man was wiping his face and I could feel that the bed was now damp. I had
relaxed so much during my intense orgasm that I’d totally let go – pissing
all over the poor guys face! 

Embarrassed – I covered my face. I needn’t have worried,
both men were laughing and the one with the bushy moustache appeared to be congratulating
his friend. As his friend continued wiping his face with a towel the other
one knelt between my splayed legs and aimed his huge rocket in the
direction of my trembling pussy. Smiling, he gently placed my thighs onto
his forearms and lifted my hips into the air making me rest on my
shoulders. 

The boys were all very quiet now as they watched the tip of
his monster touched the outer lips of my stretched cunt without any help.
Grinning now he muttered something that made Ralf and Mark smile as the
fat knob eased its’ path into my well fucked hole. 

My breaths were getting shorter as I anticipated the next
move. Oh FUCK! I wasn’t disappointed! Every inch of his fabulous cock seemed to
find new parts of my vagina that had never been fucked before. At first he was
slow and gentle as he let my hole acclimatize to the size, then when he
sensed that I was relaxing he began to increase the speed and ferocity of
our fucking. My legs were now dangling over my face as his fat old cock
battered my insides as it tried to get into my stomach. I had never felt
anything as wonderful or as painful in all of my life. I gasped and
grunted and moaned and gasped again as he fucked the living daylights out
of me. 

“Oh yes…oh, oh…fucking Hell! Oh yes, that’s so big,
that’s so fucking big!” I chanted like a mantra. 

Then with a chuckle and a wheeze he sent his cock deep into
my body one final time; filling my married hole with yet more German cum. He remained
stock still; resting on his weight on his hands as jet after jet he squirted
his juices deep inside my body. He gently relaxed his position and slowly
released my legs until, trembling; they fell by his sides into the puddle
of cold piss from earlier. The man moved backwards pulling his long fat cock
out of my soaking cunt until; with a ‘plop’ our bodies were finally
separated. I lay gasping for breath again, staring at his glistening cock.
Wondering how I had managed to get all of it into my once tight hole.
“Andrea…Andrea!” Didi startled me. 

In a daze I looked at him as the old man climbed off the
bed. “He wants to know if he can fuck you in the doggy position.” He
asked in a matter of fact manner, pointing to the other old man. 

In the cold light of day he must have been over 70 and was
quite a bit fatter than his friend, but he had given me the most glorious
orgasm so it would have been rude not to oblige him. 

Every muscle and joint in my body ached as I maneuvered onto
my hands and knees and rested my head on the pillow as I prepared myself for my final
shafting of the afternoon. When I spread my legs apart from him I felt
copious amounts of excess cum dribble out of my stretched hole onto the
bed, making the boys laugh. 

The old man shuffled behind me on the bed patting my bum
cheeks as he nudged his cock between my cheeks. My cunt was hanging wide open
from the hammering that it had taken in the last hour, yet it still took
my breath away when his man-meat snaked inside. 

He grabbed a hip with one hand and squeezed my arse cheeks
with the other as he rammed into me as hard and fast as possible making me
grunt and gasp like earlier. I was shaking my head and trying to meet each thrust
of his with one of my own when I suddenly felt a ‘thwack’ on my arse
cheek, then another, then another. The bastard was spanking me as he
fucked me! 

When the initial shock wore off my arse stung like Holy
Hell! Thwack, thwack, thwack! The smacks got faster and harder, making me bite
the pillow as I felt yet another orgasm building up inside my clitoris. Thwack,
thwack he carried on spanking as hard he was fucking me. Shit! I could
feel my getting unbelievably wetter with every smack. Without thinking I
grabbed one of my tits and slid the other under my belly until I was
frigging my clit like a crazy woman! My fingers were getting soaked with
my love juice and spunk which was oozing out of my cavernous hole. I was
furiously rubbing my clit, desperately trying to make myself cum, as he
moved his hand from my hip. 

I hardly noticed as he was still paddling my arse with the
other hand and pounding my pussy until I felt some pressure on my anus. 

“NOOOOOOO!” I squealed as a stubby finger
penetrated my virgin arsehole, “NOOOO, stop thhaaaatt!”

Of course he ignored me and dug deeper pressing onto the
membrane until I felt him touch his cock. My head was spinning as the thwacks
on my arse cheeks got harder and faster as he furiously pounded my cunt
and arsehole until he suddenly exploded inside my cunt as yet another amazing
heart – stopping orgasm took my breath away.

The German boys were laughing and chattering as they left
the room leaving me lying in the mess of spunk, sweat and piss. My tits and cunt were
aching but all I could really feel was my stinging arse cheeks as I
clambered off the bed and gathered up my clothing.

“You may want to use our bathroom,” Ralf whispered
as I picked up my sodden bikini pants, “before you return to your husband.”
I nodded and limped into the small shower. The warm soapy water felt
wonderful as it cascaded down my abused body. My skin tingled as I washed
their caked cum off my tanned torso. I was as quick as possible, making
sure that there would be as few telltale signs of my debauchery as
possible. 

Slightly embarrassed now, I smiled at the boys and their new
older friends as Mark opened the door for me to leave. “Will we see you
again in the morning?” Ralf asked hopefully. “Perhaps.” I
whispered as I blew a kiss. My pussy and arsehole ached like nothing I’d
ever known before as I hobbled along the corridor hoping that Rob would
still be ill. 

Thankfully he was still asleep when I entered my own
apartment. I showered again and dressed in very loose dress, leaving my
knickers off, as I couldn’t bear to feel anything touch my tender pussy. 

Day 5 

Rob was well enough to join me by the pool the following
day, and by leaving for breakfast earlier than usual I missed the boys at breakfast.
At 6.30, just as we were preparing to get dressed for dinner there was a knock
on the door. My stomach turned and my heart raced as Rob opened the door.
One of the girls from reception was carrying a huge bouquet of lilies for me.
The note read, ‘to Andrea, thanks for a fantastic holiday, sadly we must
return to Germany this evening and will never see you again.’ And all five
boys had signed it. Yet again this only confirmed to my husband that they
must have been gay.

2 Months Later. I was watching my favorite soap opera when
Rob called for me from his den. I nonchalantly walked upstairs expecting him to show
me yet another picture of a car that he wanted to buy. 

My jaw dropped to the floor as he turned the screen to face
me. “Recognise anybody?” he whispered. On the screen in perfect
colour was a picture of me sucking Didi’s young cock. “Oh shit!”
I gasped. 

Robbed clicked the mouse again – another picture, this time
I was smiling as I licked his knob. Click – picture, click – picture. I was stunned
into silence, click – picture, click – picture. The bastards had been
taking photos and I had been oblivious to it. As the last picture of me
with a mouthful of cum filled the screen, Rob moved his chair back exposing
his erect cock. Grinning he asked, “Is there something that you want
to tell me?" 

College Trio

Short Story

A cigarette before sex always calmed Monsignor Bernard’s mind.

It was a chill clear evening as he looked up, the moon waxing crescent. Frost was certain. The mush of late autumn leaves were rusty and soggy under his feet as he looked down. However, his regular glance was through the sparse trees to the secured wooden door in the ivy covered wall that opened onto the cloister of the diocese all girls boarding college for refined young ladies or as their parents hoped virginal incarceration . It was nearly nine as he glanced at his watch.

It was confession that had led to this evening. Not his own, Bernard had ceased to grapple with his own conscience unlike Jacob who wasted a whole night wrestling with an angel. Jacob had left unattended two horny wives and two equally unrequited servants for lesbian mischief.  He always wanted to include that in a Sunday sermon.  He couldn’t currently find a way to work it in even with a morality angle.

Confession by college girls: the highlight of Bernard’s week.  They were young but definitely not so innocent.  What they considered sin Bernard thought was life education. Still he played by the rules when it was required if they suited him. He listened intently, drawing out easily the libidinous and smutty details that often gave him a boner in the confessional.

The college chapel was nineteenth century tasteful Romanesque revival at the northern end of the cloister. It had been constructed by faith in a series of serene uncomplicated arches and plain windows that diffused an unearthly light for those who trusted the unseen to assuage their bodies.  Bernard was a convert to human touch or a cigarette in the interim, either being infinitely more rewarding for alleviating self doubt. He never had any self doubt at the point of orgasm.

The actual confessional was crafted with a devotion Bernard now lacked. It was entirely constructed of striking ornate oak. The dividing grille was an elaborate lattice of mini crucifixes.  Bernard remembered last week’s confessionals as he took a lingering drag on his unfiltered fag. He recalled clearly ‘his senior’ about to graduate, pristine angels when in choir harmony, with their pure virginal hearts. However, trying to contain slutty heated thoughts as they were seated silently in a row with legs crossed waiting to confess all.

Trapped in their demure excessively modest ankle length navy dresses, white blouses buttoned to the collar and tightly cuffed at their wrists. Sweet young bodies denied their natural flaunting tease of attraction by a rigorous century old rule book that imprisoned breasts and soft thighs in unflattering, unappealing and deliberately unattractive clothes. Traditional old school blazers and white gloves added to the impersonal uniformity.  However, their lively, sneaky, devilish eyes always gave them away; along with their whispered, privately revealed litany of salacious, perceived sins.

The three senior students he was now waiting for floated lazily through his mind like the smoke rings he was practicing; whiling away inconsequential minutes, because the rest of the night was his.

He recalled, sweet seductive Erica, the sports captain, who tried vainly to channel her excessive energy into individual excellence or boisterous team pursuits. She had recently been crowned National under nineteen hurdles champion. Bernard was going to see how far Erica could really stretch those legs.

Erica began her confession with the sign of the cross, then garbled out; “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was two weeks ago. I missed last week’s because of the National championships"

“What have to confess my child” said Bernard. Child my arse. She was nubile and ready.

“Monsignor…I have touched myself repeatedly…too many times …to recall the number…I was so excited after winning the title …I came twice with the shower jet..Plus I had impure thoughts concerning the whole under twenty-one National weightlifting team”

There was that natural sincerity in her voice. She never made anything up. Reality was way ahead of online written erotica which Bernard was developing a penchant for.

“Three Hail Mary’s, purchase two candles…and in future…. recite your rosary… after…sorry before temptation.”

“Thank you Monsignor”

Next it was the seemingly demure, modest and meek faced but hormone raging Bethany, the angelic lead voice of the choir. A rare coloratura Soprano, destined for the International Opera scene. It was Bernard’s desire to find out what sexual note she would hit with an intense orgasm.

Bethany began her confession with the sign of the cross, and then whispered “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was last week”

“What have to confess my child” said Bernard. She had recently turned eighteen. She had a woman’s needs.

“Monsignor…forgive me…I took one of my penance candles to self pleasure myself all through  the  week…I committed the graver sin of sharing a bed with Chastity Palmer who fingered my vagina and anus…oh forgive me”

Bernard wanted to dispense a vibrator but it was the usual Hail Mary’s and no candles this week.

Finally the inappropriately named Chastity Palmer was on the other side of the grille, the chaste in her name had disappeared a long time ago. She was however, the linguist of the college, in more than one way. She spoke several languages and was learning three more currently. Chastity was a true cunning linguist who shared her talented tongue around the dorm at night, creating damp patches of liquid delight as she whispered obscenities in tongues to get her victim into the zone. Chastity was beyond confession and her penance was preordained, every week it was organising a new assignation.

Chastity began with “Okay Bernie… my cigarettes and my flask of vodka first”

“In the secret compartment by the alter as usual…there is a vibrator as an extra treat”

“Okay…what have you planned for this week?”

“The infirmary as usual …let me in by the cloister door at nine…and invite Bethany and Erica…they have the most immediate needs…and keep your hands off them till Thursday night”

Bernard stubbed his cigarette, grounding it under his heavy black boot. It was nine. Chastity was always punctual. The tower bell pealed for nine.  Punctuality; was one of the rare useful life values that was instilled by a private religious education. This assignation was timed to coincide with the sister’s regular Thursday evening vigil for the less fortunate; Bernard was on his own mission to assist the sexually needy.  A vocation in life is a true calling.

“Ah Chastity…are we organised” …it was always a slight let down if Chastity failed to lure the nominated prey. Still regularly fucking Chastity was preferable to abstinence.

“Yes… but I want an extra pack of Vodka cruisers next week …no questions asked”

“Consider it done “and they were already across the cloister and on their way to the infirmary.

Oh the delight of silky skimpy pj’s on nubiles. Lustrous shiny freshly shaved legs.  A sweet coiled waterfall braid of strawberry blonde hair on Erica. The ever classic ponytail and cute fringe on brunette, Bethany. Yes, then the cropped edgy fiery red hair of the sassy Chastity. Bernard got his hipflask out, filled with sickly rum and coke, not his taste, but the standard stripper of inhibitions formula for flighty capricious impulsive young women. They were making short work of the contents. Bernard was unconcerned as he produced a second metal flask with similar deliberate high alcohol content masked by saccharine.

They were giggly and heading quickly to loose. Their legs were wiggling and their toes flexing. Chastity would choose the moment. She always orchestrated it so disarmingly like it was an accident. There it was; her own nipple slip, then her full breast. Pert and softly rounded, demanding attention, Bernard always thought buttermilk and nipples of Venus, every time this happened.

A shocked ‘oh my’ from Erica; but her eyes were staring. Bethany was already caressing and tweaking what she had only recently felt in the dark. Chastity was guiding Erica’s hand onto her other now exposed breast. Bernard was relaxed as the ménage got underway. Chastity had Erica’s and Bethany’s tops open and was exploring two sets of breasts at once.  Greedy girl thought Bernard as two young nubiles were working in tandem off her breasts as well, now with soft lips. There was a flurried blur of wet mushy nibbling of nipples which was followed by a deft regular flicking, as the sweet pink treasures that nipples are responded tenderly. As nipples flexed in rigid anticipation of each nimble lick from an adoring eager tongue, they glistened in youth’s full firmness.

Chastity was shockingly uninhibited mused Bernard. So caught up in their eager new discoveries were the two novices, they had forgotten the aged male presence in the room, exactly how Bernard liked it in the early stages of growing passion. The candid stage was his. He could watch and wait, as the tempo grew and it was pleasurable watching. He was currently enjoying three tongues probe and melt and mould into each other simultaneously.  Here was the pagan power of Eros unbridled.

It was all delight appraising the quality sleek white buttocks of Chastity as she squirmed out of her silky drawers. Two separate hands from different girls were fingering her snatch, Bernard filling in the unseen sight with previous images of Chastity’s fleshy quim.  Her labia were inimitable in their nautical association, a memory from his younger prevocational sailing days:  her right lip shaped like a billowing full spinnaker, wide, oh so wide, the left flap, a sharp angular jib.  Chastity could barely suppress murmurs of delight escaping her soft moist lips. The self-indulgent tramp was enjoying four hands now, plying randomly her fleshy sails and buttermilk melons.  Her stalking hands were lowering the last skerricks of sham silky decency to Erica’s and Bethany’s ankles. Where they both carelessly kicked their pj’s bottoms away like parading in your birthday suit in the infirmary was as natural as Lady Godiva suddenly undertaking weekly rides through Coventry.

“Monsignor…your appraisal please “said Chastity as she lined the girls up for inspection.

Bernard was impressed with Chastity’s effort. He decided to double the Vodka for this impudent trollop.

Greeting his seasoned, experienced, hardened, and worldly eyes was an invigorating tonic to his jaded cynical mind; three heart shaped trimmed pubic mounds. Erica, even cropped was a true blonde, irrefutable like papal infallibility. Bethany’s trimmed black pubes like a dark cocoa against soft white chocolate skin. Chastity like a bitch on heat, the strumpet with her firecrotch, its usual but even more startling red, as today it was shaped as the third pubic heart, a valentine for the taking.

“Thank you girls …please turn… and bend over “.

Chastity took the lead and her obedient acolytes in the fellowship of St Bernard’s lustful secret order did likewise.

The deference to authoritative discipline installed by private religious education was alarming at times to Bernard.  Somewhere in about twenty years time they would all send their daughters to this prestigious and highly respected institution, they would have fond memories of the college and so would their daughters. Bernard did a quick calculation and liked the future prospect.  He spread their legs easily and even got his hurdler to reveal her technique.

Chastity’s sweet treat was a given. Her sails viewed from below her arse crack were quivering naturally for any attention.  Erica, a true athlete and a potential ballerina with this exquisite pose, had her left leg up like straddling a hurdle , gaping both her puss, which was  spread liked the creased pleats of a skirt and her delicate anus ring radiating out  like a dahlia in full bloom. While the angelic Bethany had fairy wing soft petaled labia in a glistening pinkish rose hue, layered in intricate folds like elaborate origami.

Bernard never ceased to wonder at the surprise provoked by the touch of another. Confession told Bernard they knew their pussy’s in intimate self loving detail. Yet they went into moaning rapturous apocalyptic revelations of self at the adroit tender first touch of a man. The self-indulgence pleasure principal accepting both crass and polite manipulations, cravingly responsive to the repeated desired touches as cascades of pleasure flowed and were constructed in their neighbouring orifices; that Bernard was stage-managing jointly.

Bernard thought if you sinned, make it worthwhile.  The fingers of his left hand were working in a partnership pleasuring Bethany’s virgin arse and succulent damp pussy.  The two fingers in her cunt definitely indicated she required a fat cock not a thin candle here. Monsignor’s right hand was generously finger fucking Erica, her meaty pleats saturated like a summer skirt in the rain. He understood the theology of the trinity well, three in one and knew how to do it. He bent his face and his tongue was splattering salvia like heaving splashing waves over Chastity’s labial sails. The red haired she devil‘s fingers joined the party, teasing her own clit.

Bernard knew from constant practice the wonders of multitasking. Erica had the athletes controlled breathing but it was rapidly entering a deep low sexual pant; ‘ah, ah… ah’. Chastity was a notch up in tone, repeating her selfish ‘mmm, mmm’  , but tonight it was in harmony because Bethany was a Capella , shit if she got any louder the sisters would investigate. It was surely the finger in her virginal chocolate freckle  along with the generous two in her snatch that was creating perfect pussy purring pitch, the sweetest ‘oooh yes…oooh yes… oooh more’. Bernard reflected sadly but for only a moment, he may have missed his true calling as a choir conductor.

He realised it was time to send his pilgrim of lust , his firm staff of comfort into the valley of shadows between three sets of quivering anticipating leaking thighs.

“Chastity sit on Bethany’s face for a while …otherwise… it’s back to the dorm for both of you.”

Chastity was instantly face sitting and Bethany’s tongue was slurping and sucking and her fingers were alternating between rapid fucking and lingering stretching.

Bernard’s cock was prodding obscenely deep into Erica’s tight athletic twat. She had that fastened supple stretching to clenching with absolutely no cunt slack; she was sphincter tight in her muff hole. He would have to test drive the tighter hole next. Her wetness and his thickness were taking her down the track to orgasm faster than an Olympic medal run. It was clear she had orgasmed hard with a long; ‘Ah yes …. Ah yes…oh my god’. Two sweet tear trickled down her face, one from each eye and her own femcum oozed gently around the edges of her pussy, and then meandered in streaky wetness down her right thigh.

The urge to jab into and then poke a decent few thrusts into Erica’s single eye now dominated Bernard’s immediate desire, it was the only dry spot on her sweaty flushed post orgasmic lithe frame. Always prepared, his scouting days helped here as did deep pockets in his black cassock, he squirted a generous  amount of lubricant onto his fingers and started to massage his way gently into the tightest of tight holes. It was truly tighter than the proverbial waterproof ducks arse.  So virginally tight, but Erica’s mind was loosening to the experience fast, some cute ‘ahs’ escaping unevenly. It was time to shape her orifice with hard meat. Bernard engaged years of experience for this most memorable of buttholes. Tensely stretched and firmly wrapping, yet pliant, only just yielding, remaining tight like a rigorous athletes training schedule.  Her puckered flesh drawn out snugly as his penis moved out and slightly away, then her flesh  pushed in with his penis,  to be greeted by the ‘ah’ of carnal delight. The close constriction of mutual skin dominating the seeming sealing of bodies, focussed in one arse, one penis, but two minds. Erica’s pleasurable beyond pleasurable puckered starfish remained tighter than a photo finish at a world championship. Bernard felt a medal winner, ‘Christ this was good’, his only blasphemy for the evening flitting through his mind as he realised it was a dead heat of pleasure as Erica released a trinity of ‘ahs’.

Bernard had a duty of care to share the love, so grudgingly he released his penis from unadulterated heightened delight.

Still holding his boner well, impossible not to with instantly easy accessible pussy at cock level, Bernard had Bethany bending over the bench and tag teamed Erica’s pucker for some lick smacking teasing to Chastity.  Bernard nearly came way too early as he viewed petal pink perfection, he felt the folds of flesh in deep Persian pink deserved a spray of male pearl droplets. Bethany’s butt cheeks were the framing vase, complimenting her hourglass petite hips. Someone had to christen her coochie, luck was with Bernard. He set a slow rhythm like warm ups at choir practice. It was clear Bethany was enjoying this, starting with a few basic contralto grunts of pleasure, but hitting the high notes fast, as Bernard’s love muscle hit indecent depths.  She was addicted to the ‘oooh ‘…but her keen enthusiasm for more delight started a series of ‘oooh fuck…faster…oooh fuck me… deeper’. Bethany was a quick learner. Bernard held her thin waist and was now filthy deep, pounding against her quivering buttocks hard with each massive thrust.  She hit her highest orgasmic note; the one Bernard hoped to hear, singularly shrill, opera star perfect, ‘Oooh’, luckily; as the tower bell rang for ten o’clock.

Bernard really wanted to see his cum spread on Bethany’s glistening sticky pink petals.  When a pleasure fixation fixates, well it’s got to be fixed. Bernard held his load to swelling capacity, then withdrew and cascades of dribbling jerky male juice sprayed in a deliberately confined area. Her pussy was the true pearly gates; heaven was open and glowing between a young woman’s legs. Then wafting like the heady dispensed incense from a crucible in a cathedral, the musky scent of Erica’s pleasure hole joined in, as Chastity brought Erica’s clit, to her second climax of the evening.

Erica, Bernard was absolutely certain, would medal at the Olympics in future years and the weightlifting team would leave the media in stupefied ignorance as to their surprise medal failure and lethargy, having been taken out in pairs or god forbid the developing thought; one goddamn Roman sized gangbang initiated by  Erica’s insatiable needs off the track.

“Chastity …tidy up as usual…now remember your prayers girls …and include me for weekly treats…good evening.”

As he closed the door in the wall brushing through the ivy, the crunch of autumn leaves indicated a very heavy frost. Bernard only paused to light up.

A cigarette after sex he had always known cleared the conscience.

Mother Came Too

Short story

As my taxi pulled up behind a
strange car on my drive, I could hear loud ‘boom-banga-bang’ music
coming from my 16-year-old daughters’ bedroom.

“Kids? What can you
do?” the taxi driver laughed as I gave him his fare. He was correct. Since
my divorce two years ago; Kylie had become a ‘wild child’ and a brat! She
dressed in short skirts, tight tops, and she showed too much leg and cleavage,
for a girl of her age. In the last year, she had started going to pubs, in
town, with her friend Candice. On Fridays and Saturdays they would arrive home
at 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, usually quite drunk.

I made myself a cup of coffee
and, while it was cooling, I visited the upstairs bathroom for a pee. The music
was so loud the walls appeared to be shaking. I had had enough, even if it
meant another argument. I had to tell her to turn it down. Walking along the
landing, there was an unusual smell. Suddenly, I recognised it………….POT!
DOPE! MARIJUANA!

When I turned the corner her
bedroom door was partly open. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My teenage daughter
was lying, on her back, with stocking clad legs spread wide apart. Her eyes
were closed tight and she appeared to be biting her lip. A shiny black head was
bobbing up and down between her legs. My God! She was being plated by a black
youth!

“Yes… yes….
Slower…yes….deeper..ooh Marcus….yes,yes!” She groaned.

Not moving, from my secret position, I could
see that the youth had his hand positioned next to his face, presumably
sliding a finger in as he licked her young flesh. His wrist speeded up and
Kylie moaned as she gripped the bedclothes.

“Aaaargghhhh yesssss!”
She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her making her young body tremble and
shake. Her tiny breasts (32b) heaved as she attempted to get her breath back.

I was transfixed as I turned
myself into a voyeur, trying to deny to myself that I had a tingle between my
legs. 
The boy lifted his head to look at my daughter; “You like that Sweet
Pea?” He asked, his lips and chin dripping with her love-juice.

“You know that I fucking
 did!” she grinned at him, “Now fuck me big boy!” She
laughed at her cliche. Marcus raised himself onto his knees.

Shit! I couldn’t believe the size
of his cock as it bounced towards her. It must have been 10 or 11 inches
long, and as thick as her wrist! She was only 16 but it was obviously not
her first time!

He put his tattooed arms under
her legs and lifted them up and wide apart. “Put it in for me,” he
told her. Moving her upper body forward Kylie took hold of the first 5 or 6
inches and rubbed it along her slit, closing her eyes as she did so.

“Now! Fuck me! Fuck
me!” she squealed. He moved his body into position, and dropped his body
down onto her, his huge cock gliding into my small daughter in one swift move.

“Fucking Hell!” She
screamed. Her ankles were now on his shoulders. For the next couple of minutes
his hairy, muscular arse banged against her, hammering his cock in out at an
unbelievable pace.

“Fucking Hell! That’s so
fucking good! Faster, fucking faster! Yes, yes fucking yes,” She kept
screaming through clenched teeth. They were, both, still oblivious to my
presence at the door.

“I’m nearly there, I’m
nearly there! Are you ready?” He grunted.

“Yes, yes!” She
replied.

In a well-choreographed manoeuvre
he withdrew and rocked back onto his knees while Kylie quickly, rolled around
to face him. She grabbed the shiny monster with both hands and forced it into
her mouth. In unison she wanked the shaft and sucked on the first couple of
inches.

“That’s it! That’s it!
Faster, faster!” He whispered, and she complied. Kylie’s hands were a blur
as she rubbed the shaft. His eyes were closed, now and his breathing was
becoming heavier, as he held her head. “Yes!” He grunted, as he
jerked his hips. My 16-year-old daughter sucked and swallowed every last drop
of spunk out of that massive thing, and there seemed to be a lot!

They collapsed onto the bed,
holding each other in a vice like grip.

My breasts were heaving and my
knickers were soaking. My sticky fanny was aching to be touched and
probed. I silently ran along the landing until I reached my own room. My
knickers weren’t even at my ankles when I started playing with myself. One hand
was rubbing my clit as I jammed two then three fingers inside myself. I had to
bite the pillow, so my noises wouldn’t disturb them.

About thirty minutes later I
heard them go down stairs and kiss goodbye.

I couldn’t sleep, for thinking
about my young daughter fucking and sucking that massive cock. My hand kept
sliding between my legs stroking my special place. I couldn’t stop my self; I
felt like a schoolgirl again, masturbating under the covers. It felt really
good, as I hadn’t had real sex for over a year.

I was woken by the sound of the
front door closing at 8.00a.m.To avoid arguing over breakfast my daughter
had begun leaving for school before I got out of bed. I began thinking about
what I would say to her when she came home later in the day; it was a dilemma.

As I was only working from home,
I dressed casually in a short light cotton dress, no bra, and a pair of
sneakers.At about, 10.30, the doorbell rang. I was stunned when I opened the
door. It was Kylie’s boyfriend, the black youth Marcus and a friend.

“Me forget me baseball cap
when me see Kylie, last night!” He looked at his friend and laughed. I
recognised his friend as a young boxer called Jimmy who had the most amazing
dreadlocks, as a bouncer at the biggest nightclub in town.

“Wait there, I’ll look for
it,” I told them and turned to run upstairs. As I reached the fourth
or fifth step I realised that they were looking up my dress when I heard
Jimmy say, “Nice arse. Do you think that she’s wearing knickers?”

Marcus laughed, “If she’s
like her daughter, she won’t be!” I couldn’t believe what I had heard.
What had my daughter turned into?

I quickly looked around Kylies’
room, picking up discarded clothing, looking for the missing cap. I eventually
found it next to the hi-fi unit. When I turned to walk out of the bedroom, they
were in front of me on the landing.

“You found it, how can I
thank you?” Marcus smirked as he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me
towards him. Our faces were nearly touching. “You look nice,” he
whispered, “in fact; you look very nice!” In seconds Jimmy had pulled
Mythe straps from dress down to my elbows, exposing my large breasts.  My
nipples were sticking out like organ stops. Marcus pressed his face in between
them while he pulled my dress down to my ankles. “She’s as horny as Sweet
Pea,” Jimmy laughed as he pulled my little knickers down to my
ankles.

“Stop, stop!” I shouted
as I tried to push them away.

“I don’t fucking think
so”, one of them growled.

As I pushed harder we stumbled
and fell back, onto the bed.

“That’s better,” Marcus
laughed as he lifted one of my legs for his friend to remove my knickers.
“Look at that Punani!” Jimmy shouted as they both stared at my hairy
pussy. “A big punani like that needs a big cock,” Jimmy chuckled as
he squeezed a breast in his hand.

Marcus stood up and took off
his sweatshirt. As soon as he started to remove his jeans; his big black cock
sprang out of his small pants. It looked even bigger and fatter than I’d
remembered from the previous night, as it was now stiff and getting stiffer.

“Stop. Stop. You must stop.
If you go now, I’ll not tell anyone.” I whimpered as my enormous
breasts  heaved and my pussy oozed pyssy juice onto my daughters quilt.

“You want Marcus’
cock?” The boyfriend looked at me as he handled his cock, waving it from
side to side. I shook my head, a look of panic on my face.

“She’s even hornier than her
little tramp of a daughter! Look at these nip-nips!” Jimmy laughed, as he
pulled on my excited nipples. Marcus leaned forward; silently feeding his
cock into my ‘love box’. Each inch made me groan and sigh. I’d had a few
boyfriends before I’d married Kylies’ Dad, but no one had ever made me feel
like this.

“You like Marcus’
cock?” He kept asking. I couldn’t speak, so I made grunting noises and
nodded my head. Although I was very wet, his cock was so big it was hurting
like Hell.

As I lay back, making my self
more comfortable, Jimmy grabbed my breasts again and roughly squeezed them,
making me wince. “Look at these big fat titties, ” he kept saying as
he held my nipples between his fingers lifting my tits as high as he could get
them. All I could feel was pain in both my breasts and my fanny. But it was the
most exciting sex that I’d ever had.

Marcus was now fucking me very
easily and getting faster and harder with his thrusts. I automatically
wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him in, even deeper.

“Pull your head back,”
Jimmy commanded. When I complied he grunted, “open your fucking
mouth.” His long thin black cock was dangling over my face. He raised
his voice as he grabbed my chin, “Wider!" I opened as wide as
possible until he slowly guided it in. Without stopping he kept
pushing until it touched the back of my throat and his balls were resting on my
nose. Moving his hips he began fucking my mouth as he kept digging his
fingers into my breasts. When Jimmy increased his speed I began to choke, so
they both pulled out for a few moments.

As I lay between them, getting my
breath back, they began comparing me with my daughter.

"You sure are one horny
bitch! Just like your little girl,” Marcus whispered, “Sweet Pea
cried the first time she took my cock. But she sure is accommodating now!”

Squeezing and shaking my tits
like they were balloons, Jimmy asked his friend, “ Do you think Sweet
Pea’s tits will get as big as these when she grows older?”

“I sure hope so!”
Marcus answered, as he buried his sticky cock in-between them.

“You ready for some
more?” Marcus asked as he stood in front of me waving his cock from side
to side again. “You going to make Marcus happy?”

I smiled, for the first time, and
nodded my head.
“Sit up and give me a little gobble then! Make little Marcus hard
again.” He laughed. I obliged and took hold of his big fat cock. It
felt as big as it looked as I brought it to my lips and kissed the purple knob.
I could smell my pungent ‘pussy juice’, as I ran my tongue over the hole.
He held my head as I began sucking and licking like my life depended on it. It
only took about a third of his monster cock to completely filled my mouth. My
heart was banging like a drum as I gripped and squeezed his firm hairy buttocks
while I bobbed my head backwards and forwards like a cock starved teenager.

“Let me have a go!” I opened
my eyes to see Jimmy waving his jet-black cock next to my face. Marcus pulled
out and was immediately replaced by Jimmy’s thinner cock. I grabbed his arse
and pulled him in to my mouth and straight down my throat. “What a fucking
cock sucker! She’s so fucking good! Age is a wonderful thing!” Jimmy
laughed as my fingers were stroking both pairs of balls at once.

They spent the next few minutes
taking it in turns getting their big black cocks sucked as they stroked and
squeezed my tits and fingering me. After a couple of minutes I was licking
both knobs at the same time, as they each had two or three fingers inside my
hairy fanny; pulling it in all directions.

“Enough of this shit!”
Marcus laughed. “Open them fucking legs, me need a fuck.” I slid back
onto the bed and willingly  spread my legs again. He knelt in front of me
and ran the tip of his cock along my dripping hole, then slowly fed the
whole 10 inches into me. I let out the most magnificent sigh when it bottamed
out against my cervix.
I automatically pulled my knees up to my chest until I could grab them with my
hands. I swear that I could feel his cock inside my belly as he began ramming
his rod in like a piston engine. I met each of his thrusts with a grunt.

“You like my black cock? You
like me fucking you?” He kept asking.

“Yes! Yes!” Was all I
could say as he began to speed up making me scream like a scalded cat!
Instantly I felt him jerk and flood my womb with his red hot spunk – gallons of
it! He flopped on top of me, gently kissing and licking my neck and cheek.

CRACK!

I heard a sharp noise as Jimmy
smacked Marcus on the arse. “Come on man! Let me get in there!” He
chided his pal. Marcus lifted his head, smiled and kissed me on the nose.

As our sweaty bodies parted, his
cock fell out with a plop! Hot spunk poured out of my fanny and ran down the
crack of my arse onto the bedclothes.

“Turn over.” Jimmy
forcefully told me. I’d always enjoyed getting fucked ‘doggy
fashion’ by my ex-husband, so I rolled over,and pulled a couple of pillows
under my tummy then pointed my plump arse into the air. Gently tapping my
thigh he whispered, “wider,” I did as I was told. I was still panting
from the fucking that Marcus had given me when Jimmy pushed his long
cock  into me. I screamed as he grabbed my heaving tits, which were now
very sensitive.

“That’s it momma. Scream!
Scream youfucking  bitch, scream!” I had no choice as he dug his
fingers into my swinging tits and tugged on my nipples, while he hammered
my spunk filled fanny with his fat cock. His heavy balls were swinging
underneath me and hitting my pubic area. I was soon biting the duvet as the
pain was nearly unbearable.

Suddenly he let go of my breasts
and grabbed my shoulders as he forced himself even deeper inside and sprayed my
fanny with more spunk. After squeezing the last few drops inside me he pulled
out so quickly; I let out a massive ‘fanny-fart’, leaving both men in
a fit of the giggles.

Keeping my legs together so I
didn’t repeat my accidental fart, I rolled onto my side. The unmistakable smell of sex hung in the air.
Jimmy looked at his watch, “Shit, man, it’s 1 o’clock, we’ve got to be
going!”

They got dressed as I lay naked
and sweaty on my daughters’ bed with their warm spunk still dripping from
my fanny and my breasts and nipples bruised and aching.

“You want more like
that?” Marcus asked as he buttoned his jeans. I smiled and nodded.
“You want us to come back tomorrow when your little girl is at
school?” I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “So that’s a yes?”

I nodded.

“See you tomorrow!”
Marcus laughed.

As they left the room Jimmy
started to laugh. “Hey, man. Did that make us motherfuckers?