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A Fantasy Come True

By: DevilsAngel



This is entirely fictional, as are most of my stories. I am writing this for a friend of mine, who wants this to one day come true and I hope that I am the one to fulfill that for him. Enjoy!

We have always shared our fantasies with each other, but never did I think that I would really want to fulfill one for you. But when I heard this one, something sparked. Not only was it a fantasy for you but for me as well. That is when I started to make plans.

The day came a few months later when I had invited you over my new apartment for a casual visit, or at least you thought so. I had other things in mind. We watched a movie, relaxed on the back deck, swam in the pool and had a few drinks. I wanted to make you feel at home, comfortable, as if nothing was wrong. Since you had been drinking and it was getting late I invite you to stay the night at my place and drive home in the morning. You agree and decide that since you are staying you'll have a few more drinks. I pour a few rum and cokes and we sit outside, enjoying the last of the daylight. I start up a conversation about fulfilling that fantasy, but do so in a jokingly manner. "Well, I thought that I would ask since you are staying the night. No harm in a bit of casual fun is there?"

I lean over and gently plant a kiss on your lips. Feeling you respond to it I don't pull away but rather pull you closer to me. Our kisses become passionate and you pull me to my feet. I break the embrace, and look at you. "So, what about fulfilling that fantasy? I bought a toy or two to help out, just for such an occasion."

The look on your face shows surprise in my statement but lust for the idea. I pull you towards the door into the house and lead you to my room. I turn towards you and kiss you fully on the lips, our tongues toying with each other, the lust mixing with passion. I pull your shirt over your head, and start on your pants. Your hands reach to do the same and I slap them away. "So you think you have any sort of power here? Think again. What I say goes. Understand?"

A look of shock takes over your face. You open your mouth to answer, but not before I slap your now bare ass. "You need to answer a bit more quickly then that." You mutter an answer of confusion, your gaze dropping to the floor. "So, what do you say? Do you need to be slapped again?"

This time you quickly reply. "No. I am sorry for trying to take your power."

"That is better." I continue to take off your pants, returning to kiss you. Your kisses become more fervent, filled with a desire I have never felt from you. I take off your boxers, all your clothing now in a pile on my floor. I again break the kiss, feeling your reluctance to do so. I step back from you and slowly start removing my top, revealing a black bra underneath. I toss it to the floor, letting it fall on top of your clothing. I unbutton my shorts, revealing a black thong. I throw the shorts into the pile as well. I step back to you and push my body against yours, feeling your heat. Your erect cock rests against my stomach. I again kiss you, caressing your tongue with mine, the passion between us growing. I pull you towards the bed and together we fall into a heap on the bed, our bodies rubbing against each other's. You move to undo my bra from the back, wanting to touch my bear breasts with your hands and mouth. I pull back form you, breaking our kiss and slap your ass again. "You think it changes anything now that we are in bed? You really want to touch my breasts? You want to feel them? beg me to see them, to touch them. Tell me how much you really want to feel them in your hands and mouth."

Again your face goes to shock, but you learned the first time not to mess with me. your eyes turn to pleading, "Please, please let me take off your bra so that I can take your nipple in my mouth, to feel your breast in my hand. Please. I really want to feel them."

Satisfied with your response, I reach back and undo the bra, letting my breasts fall from their captive state. Your hands immediately cover my breasts and your mouth moves to my nipples. Under your tongue they become hard erasers and I moan with your touch. I pull your face to mine, again kissing you, then moving to nibble on your ears and kiss your neck. Your hands continue to massage my breasts, and I moan in pleasure. I reach down to remove my thong but think better. Instead I whisper in your ear to remove them with your mouth but to never touch my clit with your tongue or mouth. You quickly move down the bed and begin to move them downward over my hips. Not once do you touch my clit but your breath makes me hunger for it. Once the thong is removed you look up at me and smile. In return I pull you to me, laying your body on top of mine. Our mouths meet and you begin to kiss my neck and my breast, every now and again looking up at me for approval.

I break the embrace and look you straight in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me hard." You don't think twice and quickly move to enter me. I pull my long legs up to my chest and you sink your hard cock deep inside me. I rest my ankles on your shoulders and continue to yell at you to fuck me faster and harder. With very thrust my orgasm builds and I beg for you to pound harder. As I hit my peak I feel your body stiffen and feel you shoot you cum deep inside me. The sensation makes my orgasm hit a higher peak and I moan loudly with the pleasure. Your orgasm subsides and you pull from within me.

We kiss passionately, my hands roaming over your back and butt. I gently slap it for no reason other than to make you flinch. You never complain, so my slaps becomes gradually harder, just enough to make your butt a deep red. I push you on your back on the bed and take your softened cock in mouth, slowly bringing it back to life. When satisfied I tell you to turn on all fours. You look at me with horror, not realizing that I was serious earlier about fulfilling your fantasy. With this defiance I slap the side of your ass and you quickly turn over and get on you hands and knees. I give you now exposed ass a friendly slap to show my approval.

I get off the bed and go to my dresser and remove from the top drawer the toy I have been saving for you. You turn to look at what I have brought to the bed and your face shows a mix of lust, pleasure and shock. I fasten the strap-on around my waist and begin to feel the power that comes along with having a good-sized dick. It is no larger then your own but you still look at it with awe. I remove the drape that is in front of you to reveal a mirror mounted on the wall in front of you. "Thought that you might want to watch yourself get fucked in the ass by a woman."

I first lean down and rim your virgin ass with my tongue, smelling your strong musk and feeling the heat that radiates from your body. You sigh under my touch. I slowly use my tongue as a small dick and push it into your ass. From the small noises I hear you make I can tell you are enjoying the feeling of my tongue in your ass. I replace my tongue with the tip of my finger, gently running it along the outside of your puckered hole. I sit up grab a tube of KY from the nightstand my bed. I put some on my finger and start to rub it into your tight back door, pushing it deeper and deeper inside you. I remove it and put more on my fingers, but this time slowly pushing two inside you. You have begun to relax and it is easier for me to slide in and out of you. I decide that you are ready and remove my fingers from your ass. I lube up my face cock, watching your eyes watch me in the mirror. Once set, move closer to you and push the head to your back door. "You know, you could ask for me to stop now. I might not listen but you could ask me to. Do you want me to stop or do you want me to fuck your ass like you told me you wanted me to?"

Your eyes meet mine n the mirror and I can sense your response without you saying a word. But I want to hear you ask, to beg, to want to have me deep inside you. "Please, don't stop. I want to fuck me like I told you so long ago. Please, take my virgin ass"

That is all the encouragement I need. I slowly push the fake cock into you. I go slow, not wanting to hurt you. I stop after every inch or so, waiting for your encouragement before going on. Once halfway in I gently pull out and push back in to the same point in one quick motion. You freeze and your eyes shut with the sensation. I again start pushing further into you, not giving you any time to recover. I finally reach the bottom of my fake dick and stop. I look at your face in the mirror, your eyes shut. I ask you to open your eyes and look at me. You do and I ask you if you are ready to be royally fucked by a woman. You nod your head and close your eyes. 

I pull back till I am almost all the way out and sink it into you in one quick motion. I wait a few seconds to let you savor the feeling and quickly do it again. I shorten the strokes but quicken the pace. "I want you to come for me. I want you to moan and scream. And if I catch you touching yourself, I'll stop. I want you to come for me without you ever touching yourself."

With that said I begin to pound away at you. Your moans fill the air and I join with you in the excitement, for there is a small ball on the inside of the fake dick that rubs against my clit with every move. Though the idea of me pounding away at you, of fucking you, of having that kind of power over you excites me enough as it is. I continue to pound away at you. Over our moans I hear you cry out saying that you are getting close. I feel our bodies stiffen, I continue to pump into you, riding my orgasm to it's peak, and feeling you hit yours as well. I look in the mirror to see cum all over it and know you have found your release.

I slowly pull out of your ass and remove the strap-on. I throw back the cum and sweat soaked sheets and lay down next to you. Together we catch our breaths and curl up together. Your hands lovingly caress my body as does mine. We eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, enjoying the bliss of the evening.

A Fantasy Come True



I’ve always had this fantasy of two men fucking me at once. Whenever I think of this I get horny. I often use the fantasy when I masturbate. One guy would feed me his big hard cock, while the other licked my pussy. Imagining that scene usually makes me come instantly.

Let me tell you a little about me. I’m a 20-year-old college girl. I have long brown hair and big brown eyes. I have a figure that men drool over and girl’s envy. I have nice, perk 34c breasts. Numerous men compliment me on my firm ass. I usually just smile my sexy smile and walk on, making sure I sway my hips and ass seductively while they enjoy the view. 

Here is something else I’d like to share. I love to fuck. It doesn’t matter where I am or whom I’m with. I’d fuck anywhere, with anyone, at anytime. I’ve been fucking ever since I was 15 and still Daddy’s little girl. 

I remember when I had my first fuck. It had been with a guy 5 years older than I. He was actually my neighbor at the time. My parent’s had gone out for the evening to attend a cocktail party. I was in my silk pajamas, the hem of it barely covering my ass. I heard the front doorbell ring and I got up from the couch where I’d been watching television and went to look through the peephole.

It was Mark. Let me tell you that I got excited just seeing him. I’ve fantasized about him quite often when I would touch myself. Whenever I see him outside mowing his grass, I’d come out wearing a midriff top and really short shorts that defined my ass perfectly. It turned me on knowing his lustful eyes were fixed on my ass. I would even bend over, pretending to attend at my mother’s flowerbeds. My shorts would dig farther into the crack of my ass. I knew he was getting an eye full. I would look at him, smiling innocently. He would look away trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted that body of mine and I had every intention of fulfilling his desire. 

Tonight is going to be that time, I thought. I opened the door. Mark looked great tonight. He was wearing a white shirt and black slacks. 

“ Hi, Mark. Is there something I can do for you?”

His eyes wondered over my body taking in my breasts, my nipples hard and straining against my silk pajama top. His eyes traveled downward where the hem scarcely covered my thighs. His mouth opened faintly. 

“ Um…is your Dad home, Lindy?”

“ No, they went out to a party. I’m glad you came over though. I could sure use some company.” I smiled sweetly.

“ Well, he wanted me to stop by earlier, but I wasn’t able to. He was going to assist me with my Algebra, both my parent’s suck at it. I knew your father used to teach Math, so would rather ask him then my parent’s.”

“ Oh, I see.” I tilted my head to one side, twisting a lock of brown hair around my slender finger. “ How about you come in for a minute and keep me company.” I didn’t wait for him to answer. I turned around walking back into my living room and sat down on the couch, leaving the front door open.

I heard it shut softly. He came and sat down on the couch beside me. Closely, I might add. He smelled great. I leaned unto him, my nose inches away from his masculine neck. I breathed in lightly, enjoying his scent. Then exhaling, I let my warm breath touch his skin.

“Mmm, you smell so good.” I placed my hand on his inner thigh. “ Mark, do you think I’m attractive?” I ran my hand even higher.

“ Of course I do, what guy wouldn’t?” His blue eyes met mine and he smiled, showing his faultless teeth.

“ I’m pleased you think that, because I find you terribly sexy and there is something I want to share with you.”

I got up from the couch and stood in front of him. I grabbed the hem of my pajamas with both hands and slowly brought it up and over my head. My body was perfect and I loved showing it off to him. His mouth gapped open as he stared at my exposed body. I looked down and could see his erection straining against his pants.

“ Lindy, what are you doing? Put your clothes back on!” He turned away from me, trying to avoid my young, naked body.

“ What’s the matter, I thought you said I was attractive? Don’t you like my body?” I came to him and sat down, straddling his lap. I could feel his cock press against me and my clit tingled.

“ Yes, you look great. It’s just we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m 5 years older than you. Also, what If your parent’s came home?” He tried to push me off him, but I resisted.

“ It’s okay. I’m not expecting them for another hour. Let’s be frank here, I know that you watch me outside. I also know that you fantasize about me. How you would love to get your hands on my ass and my firm tits. I bet you think how much you would love to fuck my young pussy. So, now is your chance.” I rubbed my pelvis against his crotch and he groaned.

Even though I was a virgin, I knew exactly how to please him. At times when my parent’s were out, I would go into their bedroom and look at their porn collection. Lying on their bed I would watch all kinds of act’s; men fucking women, women sucking cock, men eating pussy. I would touch my own as I watched. The sensations were great. I now wanted to experience that. I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted my pussy licked. I’m sure that the sensations are much better than when I finger myself. I couldn’t wait to see what it felt like to hold his hard cock in my hand, or taste him in my mouth.

“ Lindy! I can’t believe you’re saying such things. Yes, I think you have an incredible body, but your dad would kill me if he found out. Of course I stare sometimes, but what do you expect when you come out dressed the way you do? Are you sure you want to do this?”

“ Mark, my tit’s really need some attention. Why don’t you touch them for me?” His eyes went to my breasts. With both hands he cupped them. He gently kneaded them while he let his thumbs make circular motions on my erect, sensitive nipples. I moaned deep in my throat, thrusting my chest more against his hands. Bringing his head down, he lightly flicked my nipple with his tongue. He brought it into his mouth, sucking on it gently and capturing it between his teeth. My hands went to the back of his head, drawing him closer. My breathing became deeper. I let out a moan from the torture of his mouth gently sucking my nipples. I grinded my pelvis against the bulge in his pants again and again, enjoying the sensation it was bringing to my engorged clit.

“ Do you like me sucking your nipples, Lindy?” 

“ Oh, yesss. You’ve made me so drenched. My pussy is aching for you now.”

“ I’ll have to take care of that,” he said. “ Let’s just see how wet you are.”

He grabbed me by the hips and lowered me from the couch, unto the floor. He then reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Unzipping, he let his pants fall to the floor. Then off went his shirt. His cock was hard and sticking out through his white briefs. 

He then knelt down between my legs, pulling them apart. His hand ran over my firm tummy and down, running through the small patch of hair covering my pussy lips. His finger found my clit and he rubbed it in circles. I raised my hips up, moaning loudly.

“ You’re right, you are wet. I think I want a taste of you.”

His tongue traveled over my navel, dipping his tongue in my belly button; Moving down, kissing the thin, trimmed patch of hair and inhaling the scent of my arousal. His tongue slid down the two folds of my pussy, spreading them, and licking light circles around my pink bud. He flicked across it back and forth, dipping a finger into my moist box, my vaginal walls closing around his finger. He sucked my clit gently, and lightly took it between his teeth while his tongue teased it. He slid another finger in, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. My hips thrust up, my hands clenched the rug that I was lying on. His tongue continued its play on my most private part until I could feel myself coming. I grabbed his head, my pussy pushing against his mouth, and let out a loud cry of release.

“ Oh, I’m cummmming!” 

He continued licking me, his tongue dipping into my box, sucking and licking until I was clean. Rising up, he knelt by my head and pulled down his briefs. His cock was at least 8 inches and the circumference was thick and his width was long and hard. The tip was shaped like a mushroom and I could see a tiny drop of moisture at the tip. I reached up, taking him in my small hand. I stroked the length of him, from the base all the way to the top. I soothingly caressed and fondled his balls that hung from his rigid tool. I loved the feel of them in my hand, soft to the touch.

One elbow supporting me, I brought him to my hungry mouth. Sticking out my tongue, Mark rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth and I could taste his pre cum in my mouth. Pushing forward then, his length disappeared in my wet hole; he went a little too far for my virgin mouth and I nearly gagged. Holding my head, he pushed back and forth, his cock dripping with my saliva. Now I wanted to control it. I took him by the base with my hand and let my tongue circle the head. I tenderly nibbled with my teeth, and then taking the head I started a gentle suction with my mouth. I alternated between licking, sucking, and licking; and then finally bringing the head, then the shaft, into my wet and welcome mouth. Every time I took his throbbing member in deeper and deeper until I could feel the tip rubbing the back of my throat. I could tell he liked that, he was moaning loudly telling me not to stop and thrusting his hips further inside. I kept at it; sucking up and down the length of him, letting my hand pump his hard shaft every time I pulled out. He must have been ready to cum; because he pulled out and told me he wanted to feel my pussy around him when he came. 

He spread my legs wide and got between them. He worked a few fingers in my cunt finding that it was still wet and ready. He rubbed himself against my wetness, my clit responding and growing hard once again. Groaning, I pushed my pussy against him. Then ever so gradually, he began to ease the head of his cock in my wet and waiting oven. I felt a pop and a slight pain when he pushed even farther, half way to the base. He stayed put for a second letting me get used to his invasion. Then, thrusting in and out slowly in a steady rhythm. Soon, the burning sensation I had felt subsided and I began to feel the pleasure his cock was bringing to the walls of my cunt. With each thrust, his pelvis rubbed against my clit; the feeling of his cock stroking me, and him rubbing against my most pleasurable spot was too much to take and I exploded in another orgasm. I could feel the mixture of our juices running down my thighs. His pounding of my cunt quickened, stretching me, rubbing my virgin walls with his thick cock. Then, he pulled out of me and started jerking off until white cum squirted all over my tummy. I rubbed it in with my hands.

After that night, we continued our play whenever we had the opportunity. Turned out that that hadn’t been his first time and he was well experienced in that field. He taught me a lot about sex and what pleases men most. Mostly everything I know now about it, I learned from him. 

I am now sitting in my apartment waiting for my boyfriend to show up. I had talked to him earlier on the phone. He had said he had a huge surprise for me. Today is my 20th birthday. 

We have been going out for about a month. He is a football quarterback for our college. He has charmingly good looks; brown hair, blue eyes, and 5’8. He also does a wonderful job tending to my desires. I had told him about my fantasy about having two guys at once and he told me that maybe it would happen someday. We have a wonderful sex life and we have tried practically everything but a threesome.

I picked out the sexiest outfit of my whole wardrobe to wear for this evening. A black, spaghetti straps dress, with black thigh highs and a garter belt. I looked great in this dress. It really does wonders for my sexy curves and gorgeous legs. I know when he sees this dress he’ll want to fuck me as soon as he walks in the door. 

Finally the knock on the door came and I made my way from the bedroom to front. Looking through the peephole I saw my boyfriend, Dave, and his friend also. I think I had a good idea what he was up to. I opened the door.

“ Wow. Lindy, you look great! But, of course, you always do.” Dave reached out and gave me hug, letting his hand travel down to give my ass a good squeeze.

“ I knew you’d like it,” I said with a grin.

“ I hope you don’t mind my bringing him along. This is Alex.” 

Alex gave me a big grin. “ When you said she was hot, I didn’t think you meant THIS hot!

We went inside and Dave went to the fridge to get several beers. I put on some soft music and sat on the couch next to Alex. Dave soon joined us and we opened the beers. My head was really spinning after I had my 4th beer. I got up from the couch and started to dance leisurely; my hips swaying back and forth seductively; my hands riding up my thighs and over my tummy. I turned and bent down, my dress rising over my thighs and letting both men get a view of my silk panties.

Dave joined me from the couch. He got behind me and gripped my waist with his hands. My ass pushed against his crotch, and I swayed from side to side. Soon, I could feel his erection against me. He groaned and started playing my ear with his tongue. His hands came up to grab my breasts. We had completely forgotten Alex, who was still on the couch. His eyes were watching Dave’s hands on my tits. He was really enjoying the show.

Dave let the straps of my dress fall from my shoulders and the silk fell to the floor. I was now showing off my stockings and garter. My breasts were in plain view of both men. Dave began softly squeezing them. His thumbs played with my nipples sending bolts of lightening through me. 

Moving in front of me, he devoured my breasts with his mouth. His tongue found my sensitive nipple and he stroked it in circles. His hand ran down my belly and started grouping my cunt through my silk panties. I looked over at Alex and gave him a seductive smile. He had his pants unzipped and was slowly stroking his 8 in cock.

Dave knelt in front of me and slid my silk panties down, revealing my shaved pussy to his hungry gaze.

“ Leave these stockings on. Your pussy is so nice.”

His Index finger traced the outer lips of my moist cunt. Spreading them, he pushed two fingers inside my silken heat. He fucked me with his fingers, pushing them as far as they would go. 

Alex got up from the couch and stripped himself. He made his way to me, where he greedily grabbed one of my tits and started sucking gently on my nipple, while his other hand played with the other. Dave was now lapping at my cunt with his eager tongue. Two fingers still inside me, his tongue played over my erect clit. 

“ Oh, that’s it. YES.” I moaned. I went to the arm of the couch and bent over.

“ I think she wants to be fucked. Why don’t you do the honors, Alex?”

“ I’d be happy to oblige.” He got behind Linda and worked a few fingers inside her before taking the head of his cock in her cunt. Gripping her hips, he started fucking her slowly. Dave loved watching another guy pounding his girlfriend.

“ Fuck her good, Alex.”

His cock was pounding as far as it would go; stretching and stroking the walls of my pussy. His hand came around me to finger my clit. His tempo quickened and he started savagely pounding me so hard the couch was moving back and forth. He took a handful of my hair making my head tilt back.

“ Ohhh, harder. Love that big cock in my cunt.”

Dave shed his clothes and stretched out on the couch. He came forward; letting his legs dangle over the arm so that his cock was in reach for me. I began to suck Dave off while his friend fucked me from behind.

“ Is his cock big enough for you?”

“ Yesss, it’s plenty big,” I said, breathlessly. I took Dave’s cock and started deep-throating him while gently messaging his ball sack.

“ God, she is so tight,” Alex moaned. “ Does she give good head?”

“ She’s the best cocksucker there is,” he said. He thrust his hips up, forcing his cock farther in my wet mouth.

I brought my mouth up on his cock and sucked the head. I swirled my tongue around the tip before taking it all the way in. I stroked the base of him with my hand in a twisting motion while following likewise with my mouth. Continuing to pump his shaft, I gently licked his balls making them all wet. He was pushing his hips up and moaning loudly.

“ God, this is heaven.”

Alex stopped fucking me. “ I have an idea, let’s try something else.” He lied down on his back on the floor. 

“ Lindy, come sit on my face so I can taste that nice cunt. We’ll do 69. Dave can fuck you from behind.”

Lindy knelt down on Alex’s face and he began greedily licking her cunt. Lindy took his cock and began licking up and down while pumping the base with her hand.

“ Mmm, fuck my face, Lindy.” I began rubbing my wet pussy back and forth on his mouth and nose. I then felt a cream being put on my asshole and a thumb was inserted slowly. It pumped in and out of my dirty whole. Then, Dave gradually pushed the tip of his cock up my ass until it was filled. He gripped my ass and started fucking me that way. I was pushing back meeting his thrusts and at the same time rubbing my cunt on Alex’s face. I was sucking him off faster, meeting the rhythm of Dave’s pounding. Matching him stroke for stroke. 

Alex was flicking the tip of his tongue over and over again on my clit sending pleasurable sensations through me. I could feel Dave’s balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust of his hips. Then, he started whacking my butt with a firm hand every time he shot forward. I let out a small yelp. He knew I was enjoying it.

I had no idea having two men pleasure me at once could be so intense. The sensations were so immense it was almost unbearable. 

Alex really knew how to work his tongue. I was getting closer to having a mind-blowing orgasm. My juices were all over his face and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.

His cock tasted really good. I love feeling his hardness sliding in my mouth. I was taking him all the way in, letting his tip rub the back of my throat. Taking his soft, yet hard balls in my hand, I messaged them. Then, his hips shot forward and his load squirted into my mouth. I let in run unto my chin and onto his navel. I could feel the vibrations of his muffled cries against my cunt. He took the lips of my sex and was sucking them and then stuck his tongue inside my whole. I impaled myself up and down on his tongue like it was his cock. His finger played my clit fast. 

“ I’m going to come soon!” Just as I did, Dave pulled out and jerked off on my up turned ass.

“ You were right, Dave. She does give a great blow job.”

“ How did he treat your cunt, Lindy?”

I smiled contently. “ He was wonderful. This was the best birthday I girl could ever ask for. Thank you, honey.”

We all agreed that we’d do this again sometime. Alex mentioned a friend that would probably like to get in on the action and Dave and I said we’d be glad to meet him.

We all freshened up and drank some more while watching television. We even played more before Alex had to leave. I let him lick my cunt while Dave watched, giving me another tremendous orgasm while Dave jerked off.

I couldn’t wait till next time.



A Fantasy Come True



Have you ever been completely captured within your own fantasy? No matter how hard you try to get it to go away, you can't, you think about it constantly, it invades your every thought when you're awake and when you're asleep. I have had that problem, and no matter how hard I shook my head the dream wouldn't leave. I knew how to get it to go away, and that would have been to commit the acts that I thought of, but I never thought I would. 

I live a pretty normal life. I am a house wife, looking after two small children, a golden retriever, and a house cat, along with taking care of my husband and my house. I am usually shut up in the house, being a one car family, and though sometimes that drives me completely insane I am pretty used to it. I don't do much during the day, clean the house, clean the clothes, and talk to some long distance friends over the internet. 

To break the monotony of my day, I write. All of my stories have to do with sex; it is an outlet for me and the thoughts that go through my head. I am a highly sexual person, and the stories help me to release some of my sexuality. Being highly sexual is a part of the problem that I've briefly mentioned, though, it took a long time for me to embrace who I am, and I had help. It wasn't just an awakening in myself, but it was an awakening caused by the words of another person.

His name is James, and though, I've not spoken to him in quite a long time, I have him to thank for opening my mind and my body to the person that I really am. He e-mailed me when I first began to write my stories, and post them so the public could view what it was I had to say, which was almost four years ago now. At first he was kind, and we exchanged pleasantries and fantasies. The pleasantries soon stopped, and he e-mailed me with words that I never thought that I would ever read. In the e-mail he called me a whore, a fuck toy, and a no good slut. The words surprisingly enough caused my body to quiver and my pussy to become soaked. I would have never thought that reading such words would have made me react that way. Being a person that can always pick up on the thoughts of another, either through speaking with them or reading something from them I responded back with what I knew he wanted to hear. I told him that I was exactly what he said, and that he was my Master, who must teach this no good whore how to act. 

From there on out our e-mails followed that line, him teaching me how I was supposed to be, and me following his every word. I felt invigorated, I felt a live, and I knew then that a part of me was waking up, and that I was changing, and I liked the change. My actions even changed towards my husband. I became more submissive, and through my submissiveness more demanding in wanting sex, and wanting a lot of it. He too enjoyed the change in me, and had even begun to speak to James, sending to me during the day little scenarios in which him and James used me in every way they could think of. The words they wrote were torture to me, I began to think more about actually wanting to do these acts with the both of them instead of keeping it just in the fantasy world. It never worked out, my husband wanted to keep it just where it was, and I, though not happy, respected his decision. 

James and I began to drift apart; we'd gotten so wrapped up in our fantasy world that sometimes it was hard to tell myself that it wasn't reality. We'd fight through e-mails, and finally one day I told him to fuck off. He did for a while, coming back every now and again, but we just couldn't find that same spark that was once there. The relationship ended, though, for me, it ended with a new self-awareness. 

After James, there were others, many others, none writing in the way James had, just an exchange of mutual fantasies, which was okay, but it tended to get boring to me after while. Some tried, but it just wasn't the same, there was an underline of equality in their writing. The way they wrote told me that this was something that they had just fantasized about and never had any real experience, James had had real experience, and knew exactly what he spoke of. Even still, there was a couple in which spawned long term friendships, friendships that I still enjoy today, and with them share a kind of love with. This love is different than with love between two people who see each other everyday, those of you who have these kinds of friendships know what it is I speak of. It is a type of mental love, a caring you could say, and a sharing of thoughts that most find hard to share with in someone they see everyday. 

I've gone about my e-mail adventures for a long time now, sometimes stopping altogether, in order to recoup, reassess what it is that I am doing, sometimes just breaking because I become bored of it. I looked for another like James, I felt empty without it, and though in my own life I had kept my new way of being, it just wasn't the same as it had been when there was another man involved. My husband would comment about how it seemed that I was losing touch again, I really wasn't, I just wanted more. 

I love my husband very much; I love what he has done for me and for our children. I have been with him since I was 14 years old and now I'm 25. Since I've been with him so long, is why I have the problem with my haunting fantasy. I've never known another man, and sometimes the need or maybe the want of knowing what it is like gets to me in ways that it probably shouldn't. I can't help it; the thought of it drives me to the brink of insanity. 

Anyway, one year after I met James, and lost James, another person came into my internet life. His name, Theron, I've written about him many times, and have written many stories with him. He is better than James, and when I found him, or maybe I should say, when he found me, I became happy again. 

Theron is wonderful, and with every word he writes to me my lust grows, and so does the fantasy that will not leave me alone. I am more submissive towards Theron than I ever was towards James, the two are completely different. James screwed up, letting feelings get involved, and telling me that he loved me, actually loved me, and that he wanted me to leave my husband for him. There was no way that was ever going to happen. Theron, he has never in the three years that I have spoken to him showed anything towards me but the desire to fuck, and I appreciate that to no end. I will never love any man besides my husband, and Theron knows the difference between love and lust, which I must say that sadly for many people those two feelings coincide and they become confused as to how they actually feel. 

Theron and I have never stopped speaking to each other. Yes, our communication has been off and on these many years, but that doesn't bother me. We will speak for many months, and then not speak for many more. We accept it, we have other responsibilities, we have our own lives, and we do get busy. 

It was during one of our off peaks that the recurring fantasy began to plague me. I really didn't know what to do about it at first, and I kept it to myself for a long time. But with each day it grew and festered in my mind, there were even a couple of times that I thought the dream would come true, certain situations involving my husband could have led up to it easily, but it never went that far. I had had the fantasy many times before, I have even written about it on several occasions, but this time was different, this time it wouldn't let me be. 

I had spoke to my husband about the fantasy before, though, never going into complete detail, and afterwards, the talk left me more confused than before, as it normally does when I speak to my husband about our relationship. When the dream wouldn't stop, I tried talking to him again, with the same end result. 

"But it won't go away Don." 

"It's normal Jess."

"It can't be normal, I've never had something like this happen before, usually fantasies go in and out, this one just won't!" 

I had described the fantasy in more detail than I ever had before, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that it had left him a little flustered. 

"Look Babe, I don't know what to tell you. I know nothing like that will ever happen. We've talked about that before, and I just can't do that. I can't share you with someone else and feel good about it." 

I waved my hand at him, dismissing what he ever else he was going to say. I didn't want to hear about it again. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and looked away from him.

"Forget it."

He tried to talk, but I got up and walked away, finding something more important to do in the kitchen.

As the days went by, I began to feel Closter phobic in my own head. I was going past the brink. It helped when Theron and I began to talk again, but not by much. In little ways, incorporated in our own fantasies that we wrote to each other, I would put in the thoughts that were making me feel so crazy. I never came out and said what was bothering me, all I did was hoped he'd get the hint, and it seemed as though he had. Writing things that catered to what I was thinking. Also during this time we began speaking of how both of us would love to meet each other in person. We weren't that far from each other, eleven hours, and if it weren't for our own lives we probably would meet each other as soon as possible. But even that began to fade, and seem an impossibility. 

I began to blame the way I felt on being in the house all the time. I hadn't gone out in months, for a while I had been going out at least once a month with friends of mine, but we'd all quite doing that since most of us got busy. I decided on a Tuesday that I would go out that weekend, though, my husband said that I should find a babysitter for the kids, I told him that I wanted to go out by myself. I needed alone time. He didn't seem too happy about it, but understood. 

It doesn't bother me to go out by myself; I've been going to the same place since I was 21. The club's name is Joshua's, and most everyone I grew up with since moving to Missouri goes there. So, I knew that I wouldn't be by myself for long, some old friend would show up eventually. 

During one of the breaks in our fuck-talk sessions on that Tuesday, I told Theron that I was finally going to go out again this weekend. He never mailed me back, which I didn't find odd, he did mail me at work and he probably got busy. I did find it odd that I didn't hear from him for the rest of the week, but again put it off as him being busy. 

That Saturday I went about my regular day, until around nine at night. I got ready to go, while listening to the preaching of my husband. 

"Don't drink too much. If you do, you call me, and I'll have some one come pick you up. If there's some one there that can take you home, if you drink too much, you let them. You hear me?"

"Yes, yes, I hear you. I don't really plan on drinking too much anyway. I just want to get out."

"You always say that, and you always come home drunker than hell." 

"I promise I won't drive if I get to messed up."

"Okay, good. Are you going to wear that?"

I looked down at my outfit then back up at him. 

"Yeah, why does it not look good?"

"I think it looks a little too good for you to be going out by yourself."

I rolled my eyes at him, and continued messing with my hair. I decided to put it up, I usually danced a lot at Joshua's and I tended to get hot very quickly. 

I left the house, cranking up the radio as one of my favorite songs came on. I drove the short, fifteen minute drive to Joshua's and parked the car where I always do. I looked around the parking lot, not too many cars there, and none that I recognized. I walked up the stairs and into the front part of the club where i.d.'s are checked and the cover paid. 

"Hey, Jessi! Man, haven't seen you in a long time."

I smiled as the doorman, Scott, addressed me. 

"Hey Scott how's it going?"

"Just fine, beautiful. You gonna save a dance for me." 

I laughed as he winked at me. 

"Yeah, sure."

"Where's the rest of the girls?"

"I don't know. I didn't call them. None here huh?"

"Nope, why didn't you call them?"

"Wanted time to myself."

"I see. Well, go on in. You don't have to pay the cover or nothing."

"Thanks babe." 

I walked in slowly, and looked around. It was still early; the bar wasn't even half full. I walked down to the bar, ordered a drink, and looked around again. I saw a group of guys sitting by the tables that lead to the bathrooms. They stared at me, and I smiled, drawing my attention away from them. I grabbed my drink; I could feel their eyes on me as I headed to my normal seat over looking the dance floor. I sipped slowly on my Zima, and watched the door as people began to come in. A couple of people I knew and I said hi to, but didn't invite them to sit with me. I wanted to be alone right now, plus with my attention on other people I couldn't pay too much attention to the guys that had never stopped looking at me. I could see they were talking, a couple of them pointed in my direction, but I had no idea what they were saying. One man who sat in the corner looked familiar to me, but it is not my custom to go over to people, I make them come to me. 

After a while of watching people come in and watching the guys down at the table I decided to go to the bathroom. I didn't have to go, but I wanted a better look at these men, especially the one that looked familiar. I walked slowly down the stairs, my hips swaying in their normal fashion, and headed towards the small hallway to the ladies' room. I kept my head held high, pretending not to even notice the group of guys, who's heads turned as I went into the restroom. I checked my make-up and hair while in there, and went back out. As I walked past the table, one of the guys grabbed my arm. I looked down surprised. 

"Hi."

"Hello."

"What's your name Baby?"

"You can just keep calling me that Sweetheart." 

He looked annoyed, but smiled. My eyes went to the mysterious man in the corner. I knew him, I just couldn't place him. I knew I'd never seen him here before, and I racked my brain to come up with a name. It wasn't my custom to not place a name to a face I knew but I just couldn't think of it, nor did it look like he was going to give me it any time soon. 

"You wanna dance with me?" 

I smiled down at the man who held my arm. 

"Maybe later, when the DJ actually plays some good music." 

"You from around here Baby?"

"Yeah close. How bout you?"

"No we're all from..."

The man didn't finish, a look of pain crossed his face, and I looked back at the man in the corner. He'd obliviously done something to this guy, kicked him probably. His position had changed, and an angry look took over his handsome features. I didn't take my eyes off the man, but addressed his friend.

"Your location supposed to be secret, Sweetheart?" 

He looked a little embarrassed, and his other hand went to his knee and rubbed at it. 

"Yeah I guess so."

He gave the man a glare, but then smiled back at me. 

"Please tell me your name Baby?"

I laughed. I felt a little bad for the poor guy since his friend had kicked him. 

"Let go of me and I'll let you know." 

He let go of my arm, and looked up at me in anticipation. 

"It's Jessi."

I saw it coming, I saw the words of that stupid song come into his head and I stopped him.

"No need for it, please."

He laughed and blushed. 

"Now, what's your name?"

"Mine's Mike." 

"What about your friends?"

I stared back at the man in the corner as he listed off his friends. 

"This here is John, Dave, and Tom." 

"What about that one?"

I pointed to the man who looked at me as though I was being tested. He got up, and came around to me. I felt a little scared as he came closer, invading my personal space. His hand came to my chin and he squeezed it as he turned my face upward. 

"If you're a real good girl Jessi, I'll let you know." 

He gave my head a shake and then moved back to his spot. My body shuddered a little with the encounter, and I knew I'd heard his voice before, but from where I didn't know. I patted Mike on the shoulder. 

"Okay, Mike, I promise I'll dance with you, but for now, my drink is getting hot!" 

I hurried back to my spot, a little glad to get away from the mysterious man. I hadn't felt too afraid to be around him, and that was what made me uncomfortable, the fact that I hadn't had a big reaction to some strange man touching me like that. I ordered another drink, and soon the DJ started to play good music. 

I got out on the dance floor. I've never had a problem dancing by myself; in fact I enjoyed it much more than to have someone that didn't know how to dance on me. I watched myself in the mirror as I danced, staying close to the table with the group of guys, looking at them and smiling as I shook my ass. When the song died and another took its place, Mike got up and came out with me. He took direction well, and stayed in time with me. I smiled the entire time we danced, happy to have someone that wasn't going to step on my feet, or knock me off balance. He sat down after the song, I didn't. I can dance all night. 

I stayed out there for a while by myself, catching the stare of the man in the corner every now and again and holding it as I moved. Scott came running out on the floor and danced with me for a couple of songs, and then disappeared back to the front door. A couple of men I didn't know came up, and I declined them, they weren't very good dancers. 

I took a break, drinking down another Zima in a couple of swallows before going back out on the floor. The next song was slower, not by much, and had a strong Latin beat behind it, my favorite kind to dance to. I began moving my hips and ass, smiling at myself in the mirror, really forgetting about everyone else in the bar, until I felt someone come up behind me. My eyes immediately went to the chair where the man was supposed to be, but he wasn't there. The person behind me grabbed my arms and pulled me close to him. My head rested on his chest, and I looked back and up to confront the mysterious man. He looked back down at me, no expression on his face, as he began to move his body with mine. 

A strange feeling came over me; I was completely captured by this man. I couldn't take my eyes from his, and as his hands moved from my upper arm down and around my waist I let out a sigh. I finally broke my gaze and turned my head back to center, but the feeling didn't go away, and other feelings were starting to emerge, feelings that a married woman ought not to have when dancing with another man. These feelings were heightened when his hands found their way up my belly and to my breasts. The song with the strong Latin beat had ended and a new faster song took its place. The man made my hips move in time with the music as his hands began to knead my breasts. If it weren't for him making my body move I would have stood there completely frozen. Feelings of guilt began to creep into me, and I broke from my trance, bringing my hands to his and trying to pry them off of me. He wouldn't allow it, I fought, but he was much stronger than I. His head bent down, and his lips came to my ear.

"Be a good girl Jessi. You like it admit it. I've been watching you. I've seen the way you move this fine little body of yours, teasing every cock in this building, and a little cock-tease whore should like the attention that she receives when one man decides he's had enough teasing."

I shook my head that had not been my intentions at all. I was just here to dance to have a good time. 

"Don't disagree with me slut!"

Before he went on, one of his hands moved to my hip and he turned me around to face him. The hand on my hip, slipped down to my leg, and then up my skirt. My body bucked involuntarily as his hand found my pussy, and his fingers began to rub my clit. I looked around frantically at the others on the dance floor, but none seemed to be paying attention. He sneered down at me.




A Fantasy Come True



"See, look at how wet this cunt is. You like this don't you? C'mon, tell me. You like making all the men in this building lust after you. You like being a cock-tease, and you love the fact that my hand is shoved between your pussy lips right now. Speak to me whore!" 

I looked up into his handsome face, my big blue eyes wide with fear, desire, and confusion. His dark brown eyes clashed with mine, the only feeling in them being that of lust. My brain screamed at me to run, it screamed at me that I was married, that I couldn't allow this to go any further, but my body said differently. My body sung to me of the things that could happen, the feelings, the desire and lust that this man could give to me and I was torn. I didn't know what to do. He looked down at me, growing angrier by the second. His hand that was still resting on my breast came up into my hair and he grabbed either side of the clip that I wore in it. He roughly threw my head back, making my entire face look up towards him instead of just my eyes. I gasped as he did this, but my body also sent soft electric currents up and down my spine. 

"I said to fucking talk to me bitch!" 

"Yes, yes! I fucking love it!"

My eyes bugged, that's not what I meant to say, I meant to say no, I meant to tell him to leave me the hell alone, I was married, and married women didn't do this with strange men, but it didn't happen. He smiled down at me, taking his hand from my clip; he patted the top of my head. 

"Good girl." 

His other hand begin to rub my pussy faster and harder, causing a moan from me that I tried to hold back but couldn't. My eyes rolled up in my head, and my body pressed harder against him. He brought my head back up, and I opened my eyes to look at him. 

"You're coming with us." 

He turned my head toward the table of men, and smiled at them. I should have said no, but only nodded my head. What the hell was wrong with me! I knew I shouldn't do this, part of me was telling me not to, but my body wasn't listening to it. Guilt crept back into me, but it was a low undercurrent compared to the lust that built inside me, making my body hotter than it already was. I let him lead me from the dance floor. He took me from the club, through the doors that led to the hotel lobby. I knew his friends were behind us, but I didn't look back at them. Once his hand had left my pussy, the guilt doubled, and I chewed harshly on my lower lip. I thought that I should turn around and run, go home, and hide under the blankets, but I couldn't get my body to do anything but walk with this man. He took me up to a room, and once inside he roughly pushed me to my knees. The fear came back when all five men made a type of circle around me. Their leader, the mysterious man, came forward first, and shoved my head into his crotch. He shook my head around while he spoke. 

"You feel that, Jessi? You feel how hard you've made my cock tonight while watching you on that floor?" 

He nodded my head for me.

"You gonna do something about that, slut?"

He nodded my head again, and then lifted my face to him. 

"My friends here, they're hard too, and you will serve them like a good little whore." 

I shook my head, my eyes growing wide. 

"No! I can't do that! I'm mar..." 

"Shut up you stupid bitch! I know you're married, and I don't give a fuck, just like you won't here in a minute." 

I snorted; I couldn't help it, and glared up at him. 

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" 

He slapped me, and through the pain I could feel my pussy throb. 

"I don't need your fucking lip woman! But I do want that pretty mouth." 

He ran his finger across my full lips, and my eyes shut for a minute, and a sigh came from me. When I opened my eyes, I saw his hand going to his pants. I stared intrigued, the fear, the guilt all of it washed away at the moment as he freed his cock. An uncontrollable moan came from me as he stroked it, pointed at my lips. From the corners of my eyes I could see the other men taking down their pants also, and pure desire of wanting all them grew inside of me. 

The man brushed his cock against my lips, just like he had his finger. 

"Open your mouth!" 

I did so, though, that part of me still screamed at me to stop. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck slowly on it, looking up into his face as I did so. He smiled down and shook his head. 

"See, I told you wouldn't care." 

An inner pain went through me, the guilt coming back, but I knew that I wouldn't stop. This was it, this was the fantasy that had plagued me for so long, and it was actually happening. 

I took more of his cock into my mouth, ignoring the guilt I felt, and I moaned as he pulled the clip from my hair, and caught a fist full of my red locks in his hand. He moved my head, moving it back and forth on his cock, thrusting his hips into me, shoving more and more of his length into my throat. I choked when his cock went past the opening of my throat, but surprisingly the gagging made my pussy wetter. 

No sooner had I gotten used to his cock, he pulled me away, and forced my head to Mike's cock. I took it immediately, and as I sucked on his cock, I felt the wet tip of the mysterious man's prick against my cheek, moving down to my neck and back up. I moaned as I felt it, and sucked harder on Mike's dick. 

I was moved again, and went down the line, sucking the other three men off, and as I'd leave one, he too would bring his cock to my skin and begin to rub it against me. I was growing dizzy with my desire to feel each of these men's cocks inside my pussy, and as my head was taken away from the last cock, I looked up and back at the man, whose name I still didn't know. 

"I want to be fucked now! I want to feel every single cock in this room in my pussy. I want to be fucked so hard that I pass out."

The man laughed and came closer to me, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed my cheeks with one hand and looked sternly at me. 

"You are nothing but a no good whore, aren't you Jess? Already begging to get fucked by every man in this room." 

I smiled but said nothing. He shoved me on the bed, and came up between my legs. He grabbed them, and then looked at his friends. 

"Tom, John, hold this bitch down while I fuck her." 

The guys came quickly to the bed, and pinned my arms down with their knees. I let out a small cry filled with desire and just a hint of fear, until the man shoved his long hard cock in my pussy. My lust filled screams filled the room as his cock went hard, deep, and fast into me. Dave and Mike came up to my head, and shoved their cocks in my face. I took Dave's as Mike rubbed his along my cheek and neck. Tom and John, had grabbed hold of their dicks, and busied themselves by rubbing them across each of my tits. My moans, though, muffled by Mike's cock, were still loud, but I heard John make his exclamation.

"Goddamn, T! Yeah, fuck this bitch's cunt, but damn keep it useful for the rest of us." 

I smiled while taking Mike's cock out of my mouth. I looked at the man that I now knew. 

"Yeah, T, fuck my cunt, but do it harder! C'mon use that fucking cock!"

He smiled down at me, and thrust harder, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He looked over at John.

"Don't worry, she's a pro. Aren't you Jess? You'll make these cocks almost cum the minute they get into this pussy." 

I laughed, and took my mouth from Dave's cock. 

"You got that right. Now fuck me! Harder! I wanna feel that big fat cock tear me in two!" 

I went back to sucking Dave's cock, but my command was not met. Instead of fucking me harder, he pulled out altogether. I looked at him, and pouted. 

"Can't have you all to myself, slut. There's other cocks here." 

John went next, and though good, he wasn't as good and I had to use my hips more, making his cock move the way I needed it to. The rest followed, and soon all had had a feel of my hot wet pussy. I really couldn't think of anything else they could do, until he spoke up again. 

"Get up and turn over!" 

I did so, getting on my hands and knees. I felt his cock run along my ass, and I moaned. 

"Mmmm...you gonna take my ass T? Hmmm? You gonna shove that long fat cock deep inside my tight little hole?"

He didn't answer right off, he lined his cock to my virgin like hole, and shoved in hard and quick, causing a scream of pain to issue from my throat. 

"Yeah, I am." 

I whimpered back at him, my lips pressed tightly together as the hot searing pain passed through my body. I wasn't unaccustomed to being fucked in the ass, but never without prep first. I took a couple of deep breaths, and let the pain wash away. He hadn't moved, and once my whimpers died away, he leaned back, taking me with him. He gracefully, pulled me on top of him, his dick never leaving my ass, and I spread my legs around his. I began to move, rocking back and forth, moving my hips in circles, and my moans started again, until he made me stop moving. He motioned for Mike to come on, and he did, positioning himself between mine and T's legs. He worked his cock into my pussy, and I smiled as I was completely filled. They both began to move, thrusting their cocks deep inside both holes. I looked up at Mike, the smile still on my face. 

"Oooo...yeah, fuck me! My God, that feels so fuckin' good! Both of your cocks in me feels amazing!"

I began to move my hips, bucking back against T's cock, shoving him deeper into my ass, and then thrusting forward to send Mike's deeper into my pussy. My moans became louder, and I began to scream. 

"Awww.....fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm going to fucking cum all over both of you! Shit, shit, yes, fuck me! Fuck me you stupid bastards! Make me cum!" 

As my words died away, and the room filled with my passionate screams the other men came back to me. One shoving their cock into my mouth, then another forcing my head off the cock I was sucking, and to his, until Mike and T decided that two others should fill me with their cocks. 

I had no problem fitting the others' cocks into my ass after he had stretched the skin, and I let myself get caught in the lust and desire I felt. I came so much that my inner thighs were soaked, and I came harder when T came up and straddled my chest. He pushed my body down onto Dave's. Mike and John were at my head, taking turns shoving their cocks down my throat, and I moaned loudly onto John's cock as T took my hands and placed them on the side of my tits. 

"Squeeze them together bitch!" 

I did so, moving my head away from Mike and John's cocks to see T shove his between my tits. I looked at him and smiled. 

"Mmmm....yes, fuck them! Oh God, your cock feels wonderful between my big soft tits!"

He smiled down at me, and then playfully slapped my cheek. 

"Pay attention to the others!" 

I frowned, but went back to sucking Mike and John's cock. I didn't stay there very long, everyone was beginning to tire. I couldn't get my mouth to work right around their cocks, and I was so wet and stretched out, that no matter how hard they stayed and tried, no one was going to cum from either one. They all broke away from me, and he drug me off the bed, making me collapse in the middle of the floor. They formed their semi-circle around me again, and all began to jack off. I moaned as I watched each one run their hand up and down the shafts of their cocks. 

"Oooo...cum for me boys! Cum all over me! C'mon I want to be bathed in all your hot fucking cream!"

I heard moans from a couple of them, and then felt the hot thick liquid hit my skin. I moaned louder as my face, chest, and belly were drowned in cum. Dave, Tom, Mike, and John broke away, leaving only me on the floor and T above me, his hand still stroking his cock. 

"Put your lips around my cock, slut. You will drink mine down!" 

"Oh yes Sir!" 

I moved, placing my mouth around the head of his cock, and sucking hard on it. I moaned when I felt his fist hit my chin with every upstroke. 

"You ready whore?"

I nodded my head vigorously. 

"Good here it comes." 

I moaned loudly as I tasted the salty cream hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every last drop, and kept sucking until he pushed me away. 

"Get up and get dressed. You've served your purpose." 

"Yes Sir." 

I gathered my clothing, put them on quickly, and walked out, my clothes sticking to my skin as the cum sat drying on it. 

As I drove home I felt satisfied, though, my body ached from the use of the men and the sleepiness I felt, and for once in months my head was clear. The fantasy was not infecting my every thought. I felt good until I walked through the doors of my home, and the guilt came back. I didn't feel dirty, I didn't feel wrong, I just felt bad that my husband had not partaken in this event, nor would he ever know what had happened this night. I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself before lying in bed. 

A couple of days later Theron e-mailed me again. We never spoke of that night, though, I knew it had been him, and he knew I had figured it out. I did drop little hints, to thank him and in his own way he told me that I was welcome. The events of that night never reoccurred, nor do I think they ever will, unless the mysterious "T" comes back in town.



A Fantasy Come True



I remembered how he looked the first time I seen him. His name was Jack. He was wearing faded jeans and a black t-shirt, his arm muscles were bulging as he lifted the boxes and carried them into the house next door. He looked like a movie hunk to me. He had dark hair, overly long, that fell over his green eyes, big arms, flat stomach, tight buns and a face that belonged on the big screen. He must have been about thirty five then which would make him about forty five now to my twenty three. Him, his wife and two kids moved in the summer I turned thirteen. I had just become officially boy crazy as my mother liked to say.

His wife was beautiful with her blond hair and blue eyes, the rubber stamp cheerleader type with big boobs and tiny waist. Her name was Jessica, of course. She was evil. Well, that's how I saw her anyway. Probably because she was married to the man that, at thirteen, I just knew I was in love with. Even though I didn't know his name yet and had only seen him from my bedroom window. 

They had two sons, Dillon and Jake, fifteen and thirteen respectively. Dillon didn't interest me as he wasn't cute and at that age, it's all about being cute you know. Jake on the other hand was my age and a real cutie. We became fast friends and eventually dated from sixteen to eighteen. We were each others first everything. First kiss, first peek down the pants and up the skirt, first curiosity touch, and first lovers. We stayed together until graduation, when he went off to college out in California, but that's a whole other story.

The five years I lived next to Jack, I got to know him like you would any neighbor and father of your friend and boyfriend. He was always nice to me and always told me what a pretty girl I was. He would tease me about being able to do so much better than Jake. The crush died down but apparently it stayed hidden inside me just waiting to come to life again. During my senior year in high school my parents divorced and I moved with my mother across town to an apartment complex. I hadn't seen Jack since graduation. 

Two days ago, I was coming out of the Java Hut, a little café a block from the office where I worked as an office manager, when I heard a deep voice call my name. I turned and looked and sitting at one of the little sidewalk tables was Jack. He stood and said, "I thought that was you in there, how have you been?"

I walked over to where he was, "Mr. Miller, it's so nice to see you. I'm fine, how are you?" I sounded cool and collected and pleasantly surprised, but inside I was thinking, ‘holy shit he is still gorgeous', and my heart was beating a mile a minute. He asked me to sit down. I did and we chatted for about half an hour about my mother, his family, how Jake was doing in California, that kind of thing. Just catching up. It was very nice, but there was something about the way he looked at me that had my heart doing flip flops. I wasn't sure if it was just the old crush acting up or if he really was checking me out like it seemed. I did notice his eyes straying to the cleavage that was showing. I have good breasts, they are firm and nicely shaped, not overly huge but a nice size and real. I like showcasing them. He told me he had to run but ask me if I'd like to join him again tomorrow for another coffee. I said I would and he left. 

The next day I joined him again at the set time. I wasn't sure why I did it, but I took extra care with my appearance that morning. I liked what looked back at me from the mirror. I won't call myself beautiful. People tell me I have a pretty face. My hair is black and wavy, coming to rest just below my shoulders. I have brown eyes and a long neck. I think my figure is my best asset. I'm not skinny, I have some padding but it must be in all the right places because I get my share of looks and offers. As I mentioned my breasts are very nice, my waist isn't tiny but it's small. My hips have some meat on them. I guess you could say I have an hourglass figure. My legs are long and lean, my last lover said they were dancers legs. I wore a red blouse with the top three buttons open to show my cleavage, a black skirt that came about three inches above the knee, dark stockings and black pumps. I noticed that he looked me up and down several times as I approached him.

We chatted for a few minutes as we drank our coffee. Then he reached out and covered my hand with his. He said, "Jilly, I have to tell you, you are a very beautiful young woman. I always thought you were pretty, but you have matured into a beautiful woman." 

I could feel myself blushing and I didn't know what to say. I just said "Thank you."

He laughed, "I didn't mean to make you blush Jilly."

The way he said my name made my heart skip a beat. That old crush was alive and well. He still looked great. His hair had a touch of gray now and was cut short, there were laugh lines around his eyes. His body looked to be still in good shape, though I couldn't see much since he was wearing a suit. I could tell he had a little bit of a tummy though.

He sighed and said, "Jilly, can I ask you a personal question?" 

"Sure, go ahead." I said.

He looked at me for a few seconds then asked, "Were you and Jake ever lovers?"

I was shocked at first but then I answered him honestly and told him that we were. He began asking me more specific questions like, how old were we, what did we do, where did we do it, that sort of thing. The whole time he was asking me, his fingers were rubbing the back of my hand. It was strange to be ask these things by my ex-boyfriends father but in a way, it was exciting to be talking of sex to this man that I had a crush on years before. I was glad that he had picked a table that was not too close to the others. He finally asked me, "Was it good for you with him? I mean…", his hand closed around mine and held it now, "…did he make you cum?"

I just looked at him for a few seconds then said, "Jack why are you asking me all these questions? It's a little weird. You are Jakes father."

"I know, but there is a reason. Can you tell me please? Did he give you orgasms?" he asked again.

I bit my lip and answered him, "Twice."

"Tell me about them please. How did it happen? Was it from oral sex or while fucking? Excuse my language." He went on. "I need to know for a reason Jilly. I want to get your sexual past with my son out in the open so that the next thing I tell you wont be as strange for you."

I pulled my hand away but he grabbed it again. "Relax sweetheart", he told me.

I looked into his eyes and while I sort of expected to see the eyes of a perverted old man getting off on hearing about his sons sex life, that's not what I seen. Instead I seen a rather kind smile and what appeared to be desire. It was like some sort of spell was being cast over me. It immediately relaxed me and I began to talk. "Well, we were seventeen when we first began as I told you, so we didn't know a whole lot. Most of what we did was me giving him blowjobs in the beginning. The first time I had an orgasm, was while I was blowing him. We were in his room one day after school, he was sitting against the headboard and I was lying across the bed with my head in his lap sucking him. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand inside my panties and was sliding his fingers in and out of me and rubbing my clit with the heel of his hand. That was when I had my first one." He didn't say a word just kept looking at me so I continued.

"The second one was the last time, right before he went off to college and we broke up. We were in my room, mom was at work and we took advantage. We did it once on the bed missionary style. It was nice but I didn't come. We napped and when he woke up he started licking me. He was hard again so we did it again using different positions. The last one we tried was me on my knees on the floor and him behind me. He reached around and rubbed my clit while he fucked me and I came. That's it."

"Oh Jilly, I've got this picture of you cumming in my mind." He said.

I was beginning to get a little horny myself, just talking about it. I ask him, "Why do you need to know these things? You said there was a good reason."

"There is." He said. "Jilly…yesterday wasn't the first time I've seen you. I caught sight of you nearly there weeks ago coming out of there." He nodded toward the Java Hut. "I knew it was you. I've been coming here just to see you."

I was shocked. "What? Why?" I asked.

He gave a little laugh, "You haven't figured it out yet?"

"No." I told him, getting a little annoyed at his laughter. "Why don't you tell me."

He smiled, "Do you remember how I used to tell you how pretty you were and you could do better than Jake?"

"Yes, so?" I answered.

"That may have seemed innocent at the time, but in reality, I thought you were a hot little number and I greatly envied my son." He said. "You were so lovely and so sweet. You weren't like those other high school girls. You had passion for things other than shopping and boys. You were mature beyond your years. I was actually glad when you moved away and stopped coming around to see Jake." 

I was confused, "Why?" 

"Because I was a grown man, old enough to be your father and I found myself wanting you. I was jealous of my own son. I lay awake on nights you had a date and wonder if he was slipping his hand down your panties. If he knew what your lips felt like on his dick. I wondered if when you finally made love with him if he would hold you and treat you like you deserved to be treated or if he would take his pleasure and leave you wanting." He spoke with such feeling that I almost felt sorry for him.

"Jack…" I started to say, but he stopped me. 

He went on, "I hated myself for feeling that way and for thinking those thoughts. My god, I even got hard thinking about you and then had sex with my wife. I can't believe I never called out your name instead of hers. You turned me on Jilly. Turned me on in a way my wife hadn't in years." 

I was stunned. "I don't know what to say about this Jack. If it makes you feel any better, I had a crush on you for years."

He gave a hearty laugh. "Oh Jilly, you still have that innocence about you. That was one of the qualities I liked most in you. Make me feel better? I just told you I had a perverted lust for you. That hardly equates with a little crush."

His eyes were twinkling, I felt at ease again. There were something about those eyes. I told him, "Well, to be honest with you, when I was fifteen, before Jake and I started dating. I fantasized that you took my virginity. I thought about you the first time I ever touched myself." I actually blushed telling him that. "But…you said there was a reason you need to know, was that it? Just so you could confess that stuff?"

He got serious, "No. As I said, I'd been watching you and all that feeling, that lust and desire for you came back to me. I want you Jilly. I want to be with you. For three weeks now I have been wanting you in a way I haven't wanted a woman in a long time. You have been consuming my thoughts. Every woman I see suddenly becomes you. I even ask a women out to dinner last week, hoping to have sex. I thought maybe all I needed was to screw a woman, any woman. When the time came, I kissed her and took of her blouse, I cupped her breast. When I opened my eyes and looked at the tit in my hand, I felt nothing and the only thought in my head was that I bet Jilly's tits are firmer. Do you know what I did? I made her turn over on her stomach while I fucked her from behind because I didn't want to see her face. I pretended it was you."

I didn't know what to say, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. I tried to speak but nothing came out. 

He spoke. "Tell me honestly, Is there any chance that you could want me in that way too? I know I'm being very bold here, but I have to know. Do you have any idea what it's like to sit here and watch you, feeling my dick growing harder and harder? Everyday! Did you notice I'm the only person still wearing an overcoat outside here? It's not because I'm cold." He smiled then. "When I leave here after seeing you, I get into my car, drive to my office, go into my bathroom pull down my pants, sit on the chair and jerk off while thinking about you doing all kinds of things to me and me to you. That's the truth Jilly. I don't tell you that to embarrass you or freak you out. I just want you to know I'm serious."

He stopped and moved his chair around to sit next to me, He took a key out of his pocket, placed it in my hand then took my hand in both of his. "Jilly, not tomorrow, but the next day, I'm going to be in room seven of the Deer Lake Motel. If you want, come to the room at 6pm. The only other thing I'm going to say is I know it will be good with us. I can tell." Before he got up, he took my other hand and lowered it to his lap. He was indeed hard. I felt a shiver go up my spine as my hand made contact with the hardness in his pants. "Goodbye for now Jilly. I really hope I'll see you on Thursday." He got up and left me sitting there astounded and more than slightly turned on, knowing that he was going to be relieving himself to thoughts of me.

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As I sat in my car down the street from the motel, I wondered if I should be doing this. I've been wondering for the past two days. I mean it's not like anyone is getting hurt. I'm single and he and his wife were separated. It's just sex after all and I haven't had that in a while. I was due. I'm a very sexual person and I haven't had a boyfriend or even a date for over a month now. My best friend lately had been Mr. Buzzy. That's what I call my vibrating, life like dildo. Mr. Buzzy was lots of fun with his eight inches of soft rubbery skin, lifelike shaft complete with balls and bulbous head, but I sure missed having a real man. I wanted to do this, I really did. It would be like finally getting to live out a fantasy I've had since I was a teenager. 

I made up my mind. I drove to the motel and went to room seven. I used the key and went inside. He was there. He stood as I entered. The look on his face told me how pleased he was. He walked toward me, stopping in front of me. He placed his hands on my face, "You came. I'm so glad." Then he leaned down and kissed me gently. I suddenly felt like a schoolgirl. Yet at the same time, I knew what was going to happen and I was becoming hornier by the minute. I kissed him back, more passionately then the one he gave to me. To my surprise he pushed me back.

"What's wrong? I thought this was what it was all about?" I said.

He looked into my eyes and said, "It is Jilly but I don't want to rush things. Lets take our time."

I said okay and sat down on the bed, I ask why we were here and not at his place. He told me Dillon was staying with him and he didn't want him to see his father with his brothers ex-girlfriend. 

He stood in front of me, "I want you to undress me. Then I will undress you. I want us to explore each others bodies before we come together." 

He was wearing a suit, and he had already taken off his jacket and tie. I pulled his shirt tail out of his pants and unbuttoned it. I slid it off his shoulders and down his arms till it fell on the floor. His chest had some hair but not a lot. His formally flat stomach now had a bit if a pooch but it in no way diminished his sexiness to me. I placed my hands on his chest and let them caress him, gliding slowly over his nipples which immediately got hard. I teased them then leaned in and gave each one a kiss. He sighed and said "Yes that's right, explore me."

His words encouraged me, so I took a nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it, then pulled it with my teeth. I let go and licked over it. Then I did the same to the other one. His hands had found their way into my hair and he was whispering, ‘yes, oh yes'.

I pushed him into sitting on the bed and I removed his shoes and socks. I took his hands and pulled him to his feet, never saying a word. I undid his belt buckle, then his pants. I pushed them down till they fell and he stepped out of them. I was a little surprised to see that he wasn't yet hard. I slipped my hands into his shorts and pushed them down. He stepped out of them also. His dick was still soft, it was about four inches and his balls hung low, they were large. He was free of hair. I let my hands slid around and caress his buttocks. What I really wanted to do was dive on that cock and make it hard but I had to be patient. I slid my hand around front again and let them rub his thighs while I kissed his chest again. I started letting myself kiss lower and lower till I got to his dick. I was on my knees. I kissed his thighs and took his dick in my hand. I looked up into his face and he said, "suck it Jilly, I've worked so to keep from getting hard so I could grow in your mouth".

I placed the head between my lips and flicked my tongue over it. He groaned, "Oh yes".

I took all of his soft dick in my mouth and worked my tongue around it. He started to grow. As he grew in length and girth, I began letting my lips slide up and down his shaft. He moaned louder, telling me how good it felt and how he never had it like that before. I abandoned his cock and sucked his balls into my mouth. I love sucking balls almost as much as sucking cock. After some minutes of sucking his balls and cock he said, "Stop baby, you have to stop or I'll cum in your mouth."

I looked up, still stroking his cock with my hand I said, "it's okay, I don't mind. I want your cum."

He said, "Not yet, I want to explore you now."

I got up off my knees and he began undressing me just as I had him. His method was almost identical to mine. He pulled my shirt over my head and placed kisses on the tops of my tits that bulged out of my black lace bra. He opened it and slid it off of me, tossing it on the floor.

"You have great tits Jilly, they're perfect", he said as he kneaded my tits and pinched my already hardened nipples, then brought his mouth them and greedily sucked one then the other. I urged him on, "Oh yes Jack that feels so good." 

Then just as I had done with him, he sat me down and removed my shoes and socks. Then I stood up already knowing what was to come next. He removed my jeans and rubbed his had over my ass which wasn't covered as I was wearing a thong. He caressed my ass and suckled my tits some more before removing the wisp of cloth covering my now wet pussy. I too was shaved. He looked at me and said, "I knew you would be even more beautiful nude. You are a work of art Jilly".

He rubbed his hands along my thighs till my legs parted somewhat and then let his hand cover my mound. He closed his eyes and said, "I never thought this would happen. I have never felt this much anticipation with anyone…ever." His fingers began moving separating my pussy lips. "You are so wet and slippery already. You want this as badly as I do don't you?"

"Yes, oh yes I do. I want it so bad." I told him.

His finger pushed inside me and I gasped, he stroked me a few times then inserted a second finger. I whimpered at the feeling of his fingers slowly fucking me. He removed his hand and fell to his knees. He leaned into me and sighed, I felt his tongue snake out and lick at me. I gasped again, "OH…my god", he repeated the action again and again. He licked at me, letting his tongue glide between the lips, over the opening and flicking at my clit. 

I could barely stand it, I grabbed onto his head pushing against it. I felt my knees start to buckle. He guided me to the bed. I sat down and he stayed on his knees. I spread my legs as I sat there and he went back to work. He licked and sucked and nibbled. Now and then his tongue would dart inside of me. I felt myself starting to cum. "Oh Jack!" I screamed, "I'm gonna cum!"

That seemed to urge him onward. He concentrated on my clit till I felt waves of pleasure begin to splinter out from my core. "Yes oh god yes Jack! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."




A Fantasy Come True



She was standing on a quiet beach when the call came. Only a few people were around; the beach was calm with a slight breeze and she sat on the waters edge.

She looked at her phone and knew who it was, blushing at the thought of talking to him. They had planned this encounter online, and she thought it was a bit odd but she would do anything for him. She loved him. He picked the time and beach that she was to go to; he had it all planned out. 

She answered her mobile soft and sweet, "Hello my baby." 

She was very surprised at the sound she heard back, this being the first time she had heard his voice. With a deep, sexy but soft sensual tone he said, "Hello, my princess, are you ready?" 

"Yes, I'm ready," she replied a little nervously.

He asked her to go to the far end of the beach, to a little rock pool. While she walked there he spoke to her, telling her how much he loved her and wanted her. He had her hypnotised with his voice. She arrived at the rock pool and there was no one around, she was alone. 

He told her to lay her beach blanket out, get her tanning oil ready and to put her earpiece in her phone she was going to need both hands for this.

He asked her to strip down to her swimsuit and lay down on the blanket. She obeyed. He told her to get the oil and rub it all over her body while he whispered to her what he would do to her it he were there beside her. She started rubbing the oil on her arms and shoulders, then to her stomach. 

He whispered to her just then, "Take off your top." She did. He told her to apply oil to her breasts while he continued to talk to her of his love for her and his fantasy dreams of what he would love to do to her body. The sound of his voice, the words he was saying, the cool breeze gently flowing across her body, her hands applying the oil: everything combined as her mind, body and heart began to respond. It was almost as if he was there. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what if would be like, and to her amazement found that it wasn't so hard to do.

She moved her hands down her body and over he stomach but with slower more sexual movements; his voice had her mesmerised and when he asked her to take of her panties. She didn't hesitate; she kept her eyes shut and did as she was asked to do. 

She lay back down and he said, "Rub oil on your hips, thighs and mound." She did as she was told, just as he knew she would. He started to tell her of what he would do with his tongue, teeth and hands. She got that carried away with his words and her hands touching and feeling that she didn't hear the footsteps in the sand; she was just on the verge of orgasm when she felt hot lips on hers, she opened her eyes and tried to get up but strong hands held her down and a deep sexy but soft sensuous voice asked her if he could play too.

It was him, here in the flesh. She couldn't move; she was so shocked. He loosened his grip on her arms when he could see she recognised him. He leant closer to her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and said "I love you," with tears of joy and happiness streaming down her face. She kissed him. Their first kiss was so passionate, wanting and needy the most wonderful kiss in her life. 

Their first kiss seemed to go on forever, but his hands started roaming over her body following the path where hers had just been. His hands were like little bolts of electricity shooting out of his fingertips, her whole body tingled. He continued to kiss her and when his hands went lower she let out a gasp, he pulled away from the kiss to look at her face, she was flushed but what he saw in her eyes made him smile, there was such need and love in them for him. He couldn't help but give her what she needed from him to seal there relationship and make it whole.

With a feeling of love he had never felt before in his whole life, he entered her. They both let out a moan as they both felt that this was the best and most natural feeling of all. They were meant to be. They fit perfectly together, they moved together, breathed together and with slow heavenly movements took each other to the heights of the sky.

Afterwards, they lay there for along time just looking into each other's eyes: not saying a word, just reading in each other how long they had waited for the most perfect moment and the most precious partner.

The End



A Fantasy Come True



As she emerged into the room wrapped only in a small towel, I couldn't believe what my eyes were showing my brain. The sight of this lovely creature had me transfixed and left my mouth hanging open in disbelief. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Lilly was her name, and God has blessed this woman with all he had to give. She was his handy work in all its glory. The towel was small but fit her like it was made for just this occasion. It was wrapped just above the upper slope of her perfect breasts and ended just below her magnificent ass. A small hint of her pubic hair was visible as was the bottom curve of her luscious ass.

The scene was perfect and my fantasy was about to come true.

I had wanted this woman since the first time I saw her. I was working in a convenient store late one night when she walked into my life and at that moment I knew I had to be with this woman no matter what it took.

We had talked on several occasions when she would enter my store, yet it took several weeks before I made my move. I finally began to flirt with this amazing woman and as time went on I found myself getting bolder. As luck would have it she was the one who became bold and one night totally blew me away.

She walked into the store and as we talked, I noticed her tattoos and asked about them. To my surprise she had one on her ass and without even thinking about it, she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side and showed it to me. I couldn't tell you what it was due to the fact that my eyes were glued to the most perfect ass I had ever seen.

I instantly became hard and could feel myself become lightheaded as I looked at this beautiful woman. The show, however, didn't end there. As she was about to leave me with, I'm sure, a dumbfounded look on my face, she turned and flashed me her perfect breasts. I had died and gone to heaven or hell if you consider the fact that she left me with the hardest erection I think I have ever had.

I couldn't think of anything else for weeks. Every time she came back to the store I tread just a little further each time. I had to be with this woman. After seeing what I saw on top of the fact that I had already thought of her as a Goddess, I had to find some way to be with her.

Finally my patience had paid off. One night I simply asked her to be with me. I never in a million years thought she would say yes. After a few hit and miss episodes we finally hooked up late one night or should I say early morning. I had gotten off work early and picked her up at the bar next to my store. I rented a motel room and we went inside to start the best three hours of my entire life.

It all started simply enough. We talked for awhile and she thanked me for being so patient with her, like I was going to do anything else, I had to have her and I would have waited till hell froze over to get that chance. She then suggested I take a shower. I wanted her to take one with me but that was not to be this night. When I finished with mine she was next. That is when I knew my life would never be the same.

You know how some women just look so sexy in a man's button up shirt? This was the same thing. When she came out of the bathroom in that short, little towel, I thought I had died and went to heaven. She walked to the bed and pulled down the covers and then just as pretty as you please, laid down on the bed and undid the towel. There she was in all her glory and I saw the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. This woman was perfect.

Her breasts were just a perfect handful and the softest and smoothest flesh I have ever had the privilege of touching. Every inch of her skin was smooth as silk and I couldn't get enough of her. She smelled so sexy and between the scent and sight of her, I was intoxicated.

Then without any warning, she let her hand stroll down between her legs and began to stroke her clit and that beautiful pussy. Now this woman is a small thing and her pussy looked even smaller. She had just a hint of hair at the top and these small lips that just begged to be liked and stroked. Her whole pussy from bottom to clit looked to be no more than six inches and I wondered if I would ever fit in it.

As she stroked herself, I began to lick and nibble on her perfect right breast. Her moaning had increased and I had to watch her stroke that lovely pussy. I kissed and licked my way down her stomach and then her leg until I had a perfect view of her hand massaging that hard little clit. I didn't watch for ling though. I couldn't. I had to taste her. I repositioned myself between her legs and slowly began licking her lower pussy, sticking my tongue right into her small hole. She smelled so wonderful and tasted even better. My head began to swim and I knew I was addicted to this woman. 

I couldn't help myself and ate that succulent pussy for more than an hour. At times I had to slow down for fear she would hyperventilate. I loved hearing her moan and scream "Oh my God that feels so fucking good". At one point she began to cum in Spanish. Saying things that I had no idea what they meant but I didn't care. It sounded so sexy and it sent me over the edge again and I renewed my assault on that beautiful pussy.

She finally asked me to stop saying that she couldn't take anymore. When I stopped her legs were shaking and she was breathing so had I thought she might pass out. Which she almost did. She lay there trying to regain herself and I just lay beside her looking at he beautiful body and gently stroking her skin from her breasts to her legs.

I continued this for about fifteen minutes while she dozed off and regained her strength, but watching her lay there like that got to me and I began to lick her again. I licked her from her sexy little brown bud to the top of her clit. She began to moan and wake at the same time and it started all over again. She was so wet by then and I inserted a finger inside of her tight pussy and began to stroke her while I lapped her pussy. I then place my middle finger against her little brown hole and slid my finger inside. She went wild and begged for more. I had no idea she would react like this and it just fueled my fire as well.

This went on for about another ten to fifteen minutes and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have her. She then got on her knees and the sight that greeted me was beyond any words. That perfect ass was there in front of me and I had to taste it. I dove face first and began to lick her little brown hole and pussy from behind and from the sounds and moaning, I knew she wanted more. I couldn't stop but my cock was hard as a rock and I had to feel that tight pussy wrapped around me. 

I repositioned myself and no sooner had I placed the head of my cock at her entrance; she shoved back and took me all the way to the hilt. God I had never felt anything like it. It was simply amazing. She was so tight I thought I would cum in that very instant. I shove my rock hard cock as far into her as I could and just kept up the pace. At times I had to slow to a crawl for fear of Cumming to soon and ending a perfect fantasy come true. It wasn't to last long enough though. Within a short time I came deep inside her and the sensation was almost more than I could bear. To my surprise I remained hard. I wanted her ass though. She told me to take her ass but go slow. The only problem was that she was so tight I couldn't get in. I wish I had. I know the feel of that ass would have made everything perfect but it was not to be this night. I re-entered her magnificently tight pussy and lasted longer this time but still not long enough. She was so tight it was like fucking a virgin. I exploded a second time deep inside her and that was it for me. The sensations were to much for me and her pussy too tight. I had to pull out and end the perfect night.

I have left some things out simply because I want to keep some of it just for me to remember. Some of this night are only to be shared between her and I. I will take this memory to my grave with me and be smiling all the way.

I hope you have enjoyed this and if I ever hook up with her again I will let you know what happens. By the way, she is twenty years younger than me. Not bad for an old man, huh?



A Fantasy Come True



Authors note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other people. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.

My hubby and I have a jar for special occasions in our bedroom. In it are little envelops. They each contain a small piece of paper on which we write down our fantasies that we would like to see fulfilled. There are about 10 to 15 suggestions with my hubby's name on the envelop and around the same number of fantasies under my name. We both don't know what the other one wrote down and we promised each other only to open one at a time on a special occasion.

Last week Thursday it was Bart's turn to pick out a fantasy of mine. What was the occasion? I had my evaluation at work and I'm proud to say I got promoted to Senior systems engineer.

Anyway, I told Bart the good news on the phone as soon as I was done with my meeting. Of course I reminded him of the fact that he would be choosing one of my fantasies that night. He was already looking forward to that, normally my fantasies please Bart very much as well, as I'm sure you already know ...

I left work half an hour early that day, I was too excited to concentrate on what I was doing anyway.

I arrived home around 5:15 pm and heard my hubby pull up the drive way not 5 minutes after I arrived.

"You are home early" he told me.

"So are you" I replied.

"Yeah, I couldn't concentrate today, something about getting to know one of your dirty little fantasies I guess ..."

"Haha, I know what you mean" I replied him "that's exactly why I'm home already too".

Since we were celebrating my promotion he was going to fix dinner, he's quite a good cook too.

My hubby opened a drawer and took out a pan while he turned to me: "why don't you slip into something more comfortable and get us both a drink while I make us dinner".

I took of my shoes and went upstairs. I turned on the water of the shower and while waiting for the warm water, threw my clothes in the laundry basket. The warm water felt southing and my body let go of the stress of that day.

I didn't take a long shower, I just shaved and washed myself. Ten minutes later I was drying myself off and put on my pyjama and slippers. There is nothing sexual about them, but somehow Bart loved to see me in this pink and white striped, winter pyjama.

When I came back downstairs 20 minutes later I saw Bart was making tagliatelle with scampi's (my favorite), the whole kitchen and dining room was filled with it's gorgeous smell.

I set the table and poured 2 glasses of white wine. Some white stuff I like bitter, but my wine I like best sweet... ;) I took the 2 glasses in my hands and walked over to the kitchen. I handed my hubby his glass while I sipped from mine. We both just looked at each other without saying a word while enjoying the drink.

Another 10 or so later Bart was serving and I refilled our glasses.

We had a wonderful evening without TV or laptops, just sitting, talking with each other and playing a few games.

It was around 10 pm by the time we went upstairs. And although nothing sexual was said or done we were both horny as hell because we knew what was coming next. We both couldn't wait to make it to the bedroom...

Bart sat down on the bed as I was taking down our famous jar. I opened it and put in on the bed in between us.

My hubby had every little envelop with my name on it in his hands, holding it up, trying to look through the envelop, which he knew was a vain hope.

I was in the mean time just looking at the expressions on his face and admiring his body. I don't even know myself anymore all the fantasies I wrote down, so I wasn't hoping on a particular one.

While Bart was still making up his mind, deliberately building up the excitement even more, I undid the button on his hand, opened his fly and took his already hard cock in my hands.

I was stroking his shaft gently and slowly caressing his balls with my soft hands.

I saw precum starting to leak out the head of his penis and his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He started softly moaning.

He couldn't take my teasing any longer, he just ripped open the envelop he had in his hands and read the text out loud: "I stop on the side of the road pretending car failure. I'm on my way to a party, so I'm dressed provocatively. When a good looking man stops to help me, I suggest to just take me home and I'll pick up the car the day afterwards. You follow us to his place..."

I remembered writing that one "Oh yeah, I love this one, I think this could be so much fun. What do you think honey?"

"Hell yes" Bart said before he attacked me.

Bart forced his hand under my pyjama pants and while kissing me passionately he pulled them down and tossed them in the middle of the room.

I was laying flat on my back, eagerly accepting his tongue in my mouth, with my legs spread while Bart was fondling my hot pussy.

His fingers were slipping in and out of my love cave rapidly while he was gently rubbing my clit. He didn't stop his touch and kiss until I came on his skilled fingers, flooding his hand with my juices.

He sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head before he quickly removed his pants and boxers. They wound up on the same pile on the floor were my pyjama pants were already laying.

He crawled between my legs on his knees with his rock hard cock sticking straight out in front of him, a lovely sight I must say. I raised my knees and feet in the air and rocked my hips upward, preparing myself to accept his body in mine.

After he slipped his dick in my wet soaked cunt I placed my heels on his calves and my hubby starting fucking me hard.

We were both so horny and full of lust that until we both came for a first time, it was pure animal-like fucking.

It only took a minute before my hubby and I were on the verve of cumming.

Bart started to cum when I was on the edge myself. Feeling his cock pulsate in my quivering cunt, his cum shooting deep inside on me, sent me over the top as well. An incredible intense orgasm raged through my body. I dug my heels into Bart's calves and raised my pelvis while he buried his magnificent cock as deep into my pussy as he could get it. Bart was screaming in pain and ecstasy, while I could feel his last spurts of cum entering my bald cunt.

When my orgasm subsided and I regained control over my body I apologized to him for practically standing on his legs, but he wouldn't have it.

"Don't ever apologize for that! I love how it feels. I love how intense your orgasms are" he told me.

After that, our fucking turned to love-making and we joined each other for another hour before falling asleep.

I got up early the next day. I climbed in the shower, put on some make-up and my clothes and made it to work at 8 am.

On my way to work, my mind kept fantasizing about our "little adventure" from the next day. I worked out a whole plan of how I would go about and what I wanted to accomplish. I thought of Bart's face and our love-making from the night before.

All the thoughts got me kind of excited again, but it was still way too early to get horny (I don't function before a cup of coffee).

Once at work, the day flew by. Slacking off the day before made it so that I had lots to catch up. Stress replaced my erotic feelings.

It was 5:30 pm when I left work and drove back home. Driving actually relaxes me and it wasn't too long before the stress was gone again.

A little over 6 pm I was back home to find Bart already almost done with dinner. The lights were dimmed and there was some music playing on the stereo.

When he heard me open the front door, he greeted me with a kiss.

We ate our dinner and afterwards cleared the table. It took us 20 minutes, because Bart's hands were all over me. I playfully batted them away every time. When he was across the room I would stick my ass out at him, or lick my lips sensually, or flash my titties at him, ... but I would let him only look, not touch.

After we were done clearing the table Bart went upstairs to take a shower and I laid myself down on the coach.

Normally on Friday we go out, but because it had been a busy day at work and because we had already something planned the next evening we decided to stay home and watch some TV.

Bart came downstairs in a boxer short and a robe on. He sat down next to me on my right side and let his robe fell open. His cock was already more then just semi.

He looked at me with his sexy bedroom eyes and I couldn't help but smile while I felt my heart melt for this lovely man of mine.

Bart leaned in for a kiss and while we were kissing his hands started roaming my body. First over my shirt and pants, then under it.

His hands were under my bra, rubbing my flesh and violating that little place between my legs. I responded after a minute or 2 by pulling his boxers down after enough so that his cock would spring loose. I slowly started stroking and playing with his balls.

When he was rock hard I leaned down and sucked his balls into my mouth while I gently ran my hands up and down over his shaft, he was enjoying my touch.

"Am I a bitch?" I asked him with my mouth full.

"Yes, you are!" he moaned at me "but I love you anyway..."

"Good, I love you too" I replied while I sat myself back upright in the sofa, batted his hand away and straightend my clothes back out.

He had a puzzled look on his face. He almost begged me: "What are you doing? Please continue, it felt so good!"

"Nope, not tonight" I replied him "you will have to wait until after my little fantasy tomorrow".

"You are such a bitch", he told me with a smile on his face.

He tried the while evening to get me to go further, because he knew I was also horny as hell too, but without success. The anticipation would make it double as fun, I reasoned. And as it turned out, I would be right...

That night, it was so hard not to let my hand slip between my legs under the covers, but I managed. And so did my hubby, unless he stroked while I was asleep, which I doubt (I got him trained pretty well ;))

We got up around 11 am on Saturday and after brunch I took a bath to get myself ready for what was to come later.

I soaked in a nice hot bath with a book for more than an hour before I started to wash myself. I put a new blade on my razor and shaved my pussy again so it was nice and smooth as well.

It was around 3 pm when I got out of the bathtub and started doing my nails, make-up and hair.

When I was done and walked into the bedroom I saw that Bart had already chosen my outfit of me. The theme of the night was "clubbing" and I guess he figured "easy access" as well. On the bed I found a white tank top with the writing "Don't look at my tits... touch em!" on it, a red leather mini-skirt and my favorite "laces up leg" shoes. There was no underwear whatsoever. I can't say that I was shocked, I love dressing like that and I know Bart likes to see me dressed like that as well.

I carefully pulled the tank top over my head and pulled it down, it came just to my belly button. Then I stepped into the mini-skirt before putting on my shoes. I wrapped the laces around my ankles and calves and knot them just below my knees.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The clothes fitted so tightly around my body, it looked as if they were painted on. I guess you could say it looked kind of slutty, but then again, in a club pretty much all women are dressed like that.

When I came downstairs Bart was also already ready to go and was playing some Xbox while waiting for me. He claimed it took his mind of me and our plans we had for the evening, he was already horny enough as it was.

While I was loading some of the stuff over from my regular purse into the little red purse, I told Bart how I wanted to do this.

"I'll stand on the side of the road with the hood of my car up. You'll have to disconnect something so it doesn't start up anymore. You can wait somewhere a hundred yards down the road or so. When somebody pulls over to help me I'll ask him to drive me home if I like the guy. If it's somebody I don't fancy, I'll just ask him to call you to come and get me, I'll say that I forgot my cell phone. Once I got a ride, I'll make him take me to his place before he brings me home..."

"Sounds good" said Bart.

We went out the door around 6:30 pm and found a good connection road with lots of parking and street lights half an hour later.

I was standing there not even 2 minutes before the first car pulled over to help me. I was still sitting in my car, pretending to try and start it. It was somebody who I didn't fancy, not something particular, just not my type. So I asked him to call my hubby and brushed him off.

The second guy that stopped was a lot more my taste, but unfortunately looked not to take very good care of himself, so I did the same drill.

I took about 5 or 6 cars to pull over to help me before I saw a guy I liked. By that time the car had already cooled way down and I was getting kind of cold, which showed by my nipples sticking straight out through my thin shirt.

The man, or should I say boy, that stopped could not have been much older than 20. But since he was driving a car, he must have been at least 18 (legal driving age over here). I have a thing for men younger than me, they have a great stamina.

The boy, Anthony, was really sweet. Not over confident, but also not shy.

"Hello, miss. Car problems? Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes please!" I replied "my car just died on me and I can't get it started anymore"

"Can I try?" he asked me politely.

"Of course", I stepped out of my car to make way for the boy.

Nothing happened when he turned the key. He stepped out to look under the hood, but luckily he was no mechanic so he didn't see which cable Bart had unplugged.

"I'm sorry" he said "I don't know what the problem is. But I know somebody who does. Shall I call him?"

I didn't want to seem to eager to go with him, so I didn't immediately object: "how long does it take for him to get here?"

"Euh, I guess around 20 minutes or so", he answered me.

"Hmmmm, I don't know" I said "I was planning to go to a club, but I've been stuck here for half an hour already. I'm cold and I think I just want to go home..."

Anthony didn't know what to reply.

"Can't you just drive me home, I live 10 minutes from here" I asked the poor kid "I'll come tomorrow with my husband to pick up the car."

His face went immediately from worrying to excited: "Sure, hop in".

I got out of the car and close the hood. I locked my car and in the mean time looked back to where Bart was standing.

Anthony was already sitting in his car when I walked up to it. I saw in the corner of my eyes the headlights of Bart's car being turned on while I stepped into this young kids car.

"So you said you were married. How long?" asked Anthony went we pulled onto the road again.

"7 years"

Anthony looked shocked. "7 years already!" he exclaimed "Is he much older than you?"

I could tell that he actually wanted to know my age, but didn't dare to ask me.

"No, he is not, he is 31 years, just like me", I answered.

He was moving uncomfortably in his chair. "So where is your husband now, that he can't come and get you?" he asked me while I noticed that his eyes were glancing at my legs.

I had a devilish grin on my face when I replied to him "Why are you asking so many questions about my husband? Don't worry about him, he has to work till 11 pm tonight."

"Aren't you a bit more interested in me" I asked him with a sexy smile on my face while I ran my hands through my hair.

I turned half towards him in my seat and let my left leg rest against the center consol. He saw immediately I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt.

His eyes got big and he started to blush a bit. He didn't answer me, but I saw from the look on his face he was enjoying the sight.

I lifted my ass up from the seat and hiked my skirt up around my hips. I rubbed my middle finger over my sensitive clit and spread my lips apart. I dipped my finger in my wet cunt, to lube myself while I was teasing myself.

I had my eyes closed and was concentrating on the lovely feeling between my legs when I started feeling his hand on my body. He placed just above my knee and was letting it slowly slide upwards. By the time he reached the inside of my thighs I moved my hand away from my pussy to make way for his.

His hands were very strong, but still gentle. By the time he reached my pussy, I was so hot he only needed to touch my clit once and I came in his car.

"Thank you for helping a girl out", I told him after I came back down to earth.

His initial shock must have passed, because he answered me immediately and full of confidence "Anytime, baby"

I smiled at him and looked down over his body down to his crotch. He was wearing jeans, and although it didn't give much way to do lots of bulging I got tell his cock was definitely as hard as his jeans would allow him.

"You poor guy" I said teasingly while I undid his button and opened the zipper "all caught up in that uncomfortable jeans".

After I opened his jeans I pulled down his boxers a bit to free his erection and saw this monster cock spring free. It was I guess about another inch taller than my hubby's, and he pretty well hung with 8 inches, and nice and thick. It was curved slightly down and just lovely to look at.

I remember gasping for a second and just looking at it with my mouth open, which I'm sure was kind of embarrassing for poor Anthony. His face was blushed and he had that shy look on his face again.

"I'm sorry" I said quickly "It's just that you have such a magnificent cock, I don't often see one like it".

With that I slowly wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started stroking him.

I moved my hand to cup his balls and leaned my body over the center consul to reach his cock with my mouth. Later that night Bart would tell me he saw he leaning over to suck the guy while he was driving and knew that my (and his) little fantasy was being fulfilled.

I played with Anthony's cock for a minute or two, but more teasing than anything else because I didn't want him to cum already.

"Why don't he go to your place" I said in between licks on the shaft of his cock.

He had problems answering me: "I... ahhh, I..., we can't... I have a roommate... can't we go to your place... aahhhh"

"No, I'm sorry. My hubby isn't home, but we have very curious neighbours. They would see us and my husband would find out pretty quick" I lied to him "Don't you have separate bedrooms? That's all we'll need".

I was now sucking his cock into my throat and I knew he wouldn't decline: "Oohhh K...." he said while he was enjoying my mouth.

"HHmmmm, good" I replied while I let his cock slip from my mouth and sat myself back upright "why don't you decent up so your roommate doesn't find out".

He struggled for a good 5 minutes before he was able to put his cock back in his pants. I offered to help him, but somehow I only made things worse...

He got it just in time tough, not 2 minutes after he managed to put his wonderful cock back in his jeans, we arrived at his apartment. On the road, I periodically checked the mirror and saw that Bart was still following us. When we stopped he passed us to make a tour around the block.

I followed Anthony up the stairs to his apartment. When the door opened I expected a trashed out mess, but it was very well picked up, much more than you normally expect from 2 youngsters living alone.

"Hey Tom", said Anthony to the guy that was sitting on the ground playing some racing game on his PlayStation.




A Fantasy Come True



"Yo!" he replied cool while he shortly looked over his left shoulder at Anthony. He had seen me standing there in the corner of his eye, but had his head already turned back to the TV before it hit him there was somebody else in the apartment with them.

We paused the game and looked at me while he his friend: "And who is she?"

"Euh..." is all Anthony could come up with

"Hello, I'm Veronique, I'm here to tutor Anthony in French because he's been having some difficulities with that" I decided to help, "And you are Tom?"

I realized my story didn't make any sense, I mean, which tutor would come over on a Saturday evening to help someone in French, especially the way I was dressed. But it didn't matter, it's not like the guy wouldn't find out what Anthony and I would be doing in the bedroom...

He stood up and walked over to me to shake my hand. You could clearly see on his face he didn't believe me. He was a complete different type than Anthony. Anthony was tall, an inch or 2 taller than me, lean build and kind of shy. This guy was a bit shorter than me but quite muscular and very outgoing. Someone who would definitely not have any problems picking up women.

His hands were big and raw, very masculine, like the rest of his body.

"Are you a mechanic by any chance?" I asked him

"Yes, I am" he replied with a shock "why do you wanne know?"

"Oh, no reason" I replied with a smile "Come Anthony, let's start your lesson"

Anthony led me down the hall to the second bedroom and closed the door once we were inside.

I walked over to the corner to put my purse away and before I could turn back around Anthony had his arms wrapped around me, pushing his body against my back. They quickly found the bottom of my tank top and he pulled it over my head.

I cupped my breasts and turned around. I slowly removed them and Anthony placed his soft hands on my sensitive tits, playing with my nipples. Squeezing them and caressing them just right. I instantly became jelly in his hands.

"Touch em like this?" I asked me.

"Yes, yes, god yes" like that I replied while I had a small orgasm.

I couldn't hold it any longer. I practically ripped his clothes of his body, having him standing naked in front of me not 30 seconds later.

I grabbed his balls and fell on my knees. I stuck his dick in my mouth as deep as I could. I sucked this boys wonderful cock until he shot his load in my awaiting mouth.

I deliberately let his cum drip onto my chest before I spooned part of it back up with my fingers and licked them clean while my other hand was rubbing my clit under my skirt. The rest of his cum I massaged into my tits.

Anthony sat down on his knees across from me and pulled me back from my ass onto my knees so he could slip my skirt over my hips to let them drop to the ground.

While I was still sitting on my knees, naked in front of him, with my skirt still around my legs he placed his hand on my very wet sloppy cunt and stuck 2 fingers inside of me as deep as he could.

"I need to feel your cock inside me" I panted "please fuck my cunt. I need it, I need it so bad".

Anthony stood up and moved over to the bed.

I kicked off my skirt and wanted to untie my shoes when Anthony stopped me: "No, leave those on, they are extremely sexy".

I sat next to him on the bed and he gently rolled me onto my back. I opened my legs and he positioned his monster cock over my love canal.

I was very wet from the orgasms I already had and from the foreplay the last half an hour, but still it felt like Anthony was ripping me wide up. I gasped for air when he slowly eased his big fat cock into my pussy inch by inch.

When his balls were resting against my ass and he was inside me as far as he long cock would take him and slowly started moving it up and down.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, yes, yes" I managed to keep my voice down.

But after a minute or 2 of having this monster cock splitting my bald pussy wide open I lost all control and started to scream: "YES, YES, FUCK ME ... HARDER... aahhhhhh.... YES..."

When I had a couple of my most intense orgasms he rolled me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. His slightly down angled cock hit my G-spot every time and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I came a small orgasms every time he pumped his cock into me.

My screams and my pussy constantly contracting around his cock sent Anthony over the top for a second time that night and he shot his load deep into my cunt.

We laid there recuperating for a little bit when I asked him: "So do you think that Tom already figured out that I'm not your French tutor?"

"Yeah, I think so" he laughed "he's probably hotter than hell standing with his ear against the door and his dick in his hands".

"Hhhmmmmm, now that would be a sight" I kidded "would you mind if he joined us?"

"Euh..." Anthony replied "but I'm not done, I want to fuck you again tonight"

"I know, that's why I said JOIN us" I assured him "it's only 8 pm I still have a little over 2 hours before I have to leave to beat my husband home".

Anthony agreed, much to my joy. I got up from the bed and opened the bedroom door, Tom was at least not standing right behind it.

I stuck my head round the corner of the front room and saw Tom was desperately trying to stick his cock back in his pants.

"Caught you, you dirty pervert!" I teased Tom. "Why don't you bring that toy of yours into the bedroom and don't let it go to waste over here..."

Tom's back was towards me and his face was flushed when he quickly turned his head towards me when he heared my question.

"You, euh ... you... don't mind... You want" he stuttered.

"What's the matter?" I laughed "You didn't seem to have any problems finding your words earlier..."

"You want me to join you guys?!" he asked me with a hopeful look.

"Yes, but hurry up a bit, I have to leave a little past 10pm to make it home before my husband" I told him before I turned away and walked back into the bedroom.

Ten seconds after I was laying on the bed, playing with Anthony's dick Tom walked into the room all naked already and with his cock sticking pride out in front of him.

"I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds" I managed to say before he pushed me down on the bed and fucked me like a wild animal.

A minute later his sperm was mixing with that of Anthony's in my love cave.

Anthony must have liked seeing his buddy fuck my sloppy cunt, because when I looked over to him, I saw his Tarzan was sticking back straight up in attention.

I rolled off my back and straddled his body. Cum was leaking from my well fucked pussy on his belly and cock while I was positioning myself. I took his cock in my hand and placed the tip at the opening of my womanhood. I gently lowered myself onto his cock, until my ass was resting on his thighs. I slowly started to work my hips, letting his cock side in and out of me.

While I was impaled by Anthony's cock Tom stuck his already back semi-hard cock in my face. I wrapped my fingers around the yummy treat and sucked his cock while I was moving faster and faster on the dick in my cunt.

Anthony dumped his third load within an hour into me before Tom came into my mouth. When he saw his buddy filled me up again, he moved behind and pulled on my hips until I was sitting on my hands and knees.

My face was now more or less positioned over Anthony's limp cock, so I moved around a bit while Tom plunged his cock into my gaping cunt until I was able to lick and caress Anthony some more.

After Tom lubricated his cock with all the mixed juices from my pussy, he placed his dick over my ass and slowly stuck his dick deep into my butt. It was an incredible intense feeling. I love being fucked up my ass while I have another toy in my hands and mouth.

I urged Anthony to get back hard again so they could double-team me. Me, gasping for air, saying those nasty things and cumming so much, had the desired affect on Anthony as I started to feel him get hard again in my hands.

As soon as he was hard enough I moved up while Tom rode my ass and lowered myself again onto Anthony's love stick.

They fucked me mercilessly like this while they called me every foul name in the book: dirty whore, slut, fuck my cock, cheating bitch,... After a few minutes of this hot position, Tom shot his load up my ass and we all collapsed on top of each other.

I was in delirium by the time they finished and I think I passed out for like 5 minutes before I came back to. I was still being sandwiched by these 2 marvelous body's.

When we regained enough strength we got up and I started to get dressed again to leave home. I slipped on a pair of panties I kept in my purse, pulled up my skirt and pulled my tank top back over my head. Luckily I never took off my shoes, so I didn't have to waist 5 minutes redoing them.

Ten minutes later Anthony was back dressed as well and drove me home. We actually passed Bart when we left and I had a short moment of eye contact with him. We both had big smiles on our faces.

Around 10:30 pm I arrived at our house. "There, now I can clean up so my hubby will never find out" I said.

Anthony kissed me goodbye and I went in the house.

Two minutes after Anthony was gone Bart stormed in the house to find me already waiting for him upstairs. Looked at my gaping pussy while he closed the bedroom. She was standing wide open and the lips were blood-engorged. Cum was leaking for my pussy over my ass and onto the bed.

I batted my eyes at my sweet hubby: "There were two guys, not just the guy that picked me up."

"Really?!" is all Bart managed to say while he was getting undressed.

"One had a really big cock and they fucked me over and over again in my pussy and my butt hole" I explained while I stuck 2 fingers into my leaking bald pussy and licked them back clean.

"You have no idea how hard it was not to touch myself" he said while he climbed on the bed "I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard"

I didn't reply, I just stuck my feet in the air.

He when stuck his cock with 1 mighty push in my pussy when exclaimed: "aaaahhhh, ohh my goodddddd, I can barely feel you. You are sooo loose and ... ahhh .... sloppy".

"That's ... ahhh... fuck yeah... fuck my slutty hole ... what I've ... ooohhhh yeah ... just told you..."

I'm amazed at how long my husband was able to hold back, but a minute or 2 later he started to groan really loud and pulled his cock out of my pussy right before he came. Stream after stream of hot salty jism landed on my belly and tits.

"Lick it off, you whore!" he commanded me and I willingly obliged.

When I cleaned up most of his hot cum with my tongue from my body and his cock I looked him in the eyes: "Now it's your turn tiger".

Bart knew what I meant, he loves eating his cream pie. He lovingly cleanup me up with his tongue before he fucked me until he came again.

It was past 2 am by the time we were done and we spend the next day a lazy Sunday at home, sleeping in till past noon, laying in front of the TV, taking a bath, ..., just doing nothing.

In case you want to hear about another fantasy we acted out, or perhaps you have some ideas for yourself, mail me.

Veronique