0 comments/ 109124 views/ 6 favorites Emma's Dilemma By: BiEmma27 My adolescent sexual experiences, beyond some clumsy groping under tops and skirts at the movies once or twice, were confined to my solo routine until going off to university. My first true lover was my dorm-mate Jane, who was as naïve and adventurous as I was at that time, and though she didn't have the same desire to have me play with her ass, she was always very considerate of my needs. After college, I was fortunate to meet another considerate woman, much older than I, who introduced me to a new world of pleasure with her vibrators and anal beads. I had occasional male lovers scattered throughout this period of my life, but rarely was I treated to the same consideration that I was with my female companions. Try as I may, those men who were amiable to a bit of coaching could never hold off their own climax one getting their dick past my sphincter. I had all but given up on trying to develop a lasting sexual relationship with a man, and then I met the man who I'd eventually marry, Todd. Todd was a strikingly attractive man, who was noticed by every woman in every room he'd enter. Tall, slim, with an athletic physique, well dressed and finely manicured. He had no trouble finding a willing woman whenever he desired. Lucky for me, he had an affinity for redheads, and was available when we were introduced. Don't ask me why, but in the beginning, I uncharacteristically played a bit hard-to-get, showing enough interest to keep him sniffing around, but for the first time ever, I took the physical progression rather slow. Todd's since told me that this was one of the things that he found most attractive about me. Getting laid for him was never much work prior to meeting me, and I made him go the extra mile before he got to see anything beyond a kiss goodnight. Now I'm not about to sit here and tell you that he didn't get to see the goods before marriage, but by the time we first slept together, we were committed to one another emotionally, which is something that I'd not experienced with a man, ever. Our early sexual relationship was tremendous. Todd always focussed on making me cum, usually by licking and sucking my firm clit, or by finger fucking me with his dick inside of my pussy. He has a beautiful thick cock that fills my pussy and stretches me so divinely. In the beginning, that full sensation provided the right equation to rock my world every time he'd touch my clitoris. By the time I started thinking that I was needing to bring some anal play into the mix, I'd become self-conscious concerned that Todd would be put off by my quirky fetish. I opted not to tell him, deferring that bit of pleasure for my more private moments. We were married almost a year when I began to notice that I was having difficulty reaching orgasm with Todd, no matter what he'd do. It was time to act. Todd often traveled on business back then, and would occasionally be able to bring me along when our air miles would allow. This trip was taking him to a ski resort out west, and I wasn't about to miss out on this opportunity. In preparation, I packed my vibrator, beads, scented oils, and went out to buy some new lingerie. If I'd be able to work up the courage, this would be a trip that neither of us would ever forget, and if I'd chicken out, at least I'd have some alone time with my toys. I still remember marveling at the amount of snow that was down on our drive from the airport to the resort. We just don't see that much snow here on the East Coast. We checked into a quaint little log cabin, with a private balcony that overlooked a beautiful emerald lake. Having not had much to eat on the flight, we pretty much dropped out luggage and made our way back to the main lodge for dinner. We had to rush a bit through dinner that evening because Todd had arranged to meet a few of his West Coast colleagues for drinks. He returned with me to our cabin to quickly freshen up, and then was off to his meeting. With not much else to do, I proceeded to unpack our clothes and get a fire going in the fireplace to take the chill off of the cool mountain air in the cabin. As the evening wore on, I began feeling anxious, going over in my mind how I'd ever be able to broach the subject of my fetish with my husband. Curling up in the large brown armchair that sat in the corner of the cabin, I flipped on the television, and began scrolling through the movie selection. In a matter of seconds I was flipping through the 'adults-only' menu, reading the tantalizing titles and teasing descriptions, and then it hit me. One of these movies would be just what I needed to bring up the topic with Todd. We'd watched porn together on a couple of other hotel stays, and it never failed to bring about some 'healthy' discussion. I frantically scanned the descriptions for a show that profiled some anal action, and was not disappointed. Not leaving anything to chance, I decided that a preview was appropriate, and hit the 'select' button on the remote. The show was as cheesy as they come. Poor character development, horrible attempts at delivering dialogue, actresses with obvious boob-jobs, and actors with more ink than body hair. Everything you'd expect from hotel-grade porn. The only thing saving this flick was the techno-style music replacing the typical old 70's funk overlay, and the rapid sequence to the anal penetration. Watching the action, one super close-up after another of giant erections pressing into tightly puckered portholes, I recall becoming quite aroused myself and beginning to imagine what my husband's thick cock was going to feel like sliding into my hole. It was all just a bit too much to take, and judging by the time, Todd would be finished with his meeting soon. I decided to run myself a bath and soak for a bit before getting ready. Undressing for my bath, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. My puffy pink nipples were fully erect, and my little titties had become engorged, appearing larger than normal and feeling full and heavy. I could feel the moisture against my inner legs from the crotch of my panties as I slid them off, and I slid my hand over my swollen mound, squeezing in response to the ache now residing between my legs. I reached back and rubbed a finger over the tiny folds at the entrance to my anus, pushing my dry digit beyond its resistance briefly. It was going to take something of much greater girth than my finger to help me along on this occasion, but I knew that my patience would be rewarded if I could just keep up the intensity of my desire long enough for my husband to return. I slipped into the hot water and continued to fondle myself, teasing my pert tits and parting genitalia. I must have been deep in fantasy, for I failed to here Todd until be shouted from the cabin's main room. Upon entering the bathroom, he'd already removed his tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt. "There you are" he stated, as if he'd been frantically searching for me for hours. "Here I am" I responded, running a handful of warm water teasingly up my torso and over my breasts. "Care to join me?" "I thought you'd never ask" he said, rolling up his shirt-sleeves, "but there's not a lot of room. Why don't you just lay back, relax and let me bathe you". With that, he knelt on the floor next to the tub, taking the puff from ledge beside my head. He proceeded to lather me, paying extra attention to the areas of my chest and pelvis, heightening my excitement even more. I sat forward, allowing him access to my back, then up on all fours so he could pay more attention to my firm, round behind. I remember so wanting him to just plunge a finger into my tight ass as he passed the foamy puff over my ass, continuing down the back of my thighs, but alas, it would take more than a wish. After he was done washing me, I suggested that he go put another log on the fire while I rinse off in the shower. He obliged, and I proceeded to stand and quickly shower in order to join my lover in our mountain retreat. Exiting the bathroom in my fluffy robe, I'm met by Todd standing in front of the TV, remote in hand, watching a nude couple ecstatically fucking on the screen. "You were watching some interesting programming while I was gone" he muttered, without taking his eyes from the spectacle on the screen. What I hadn't realized was that once a movie had begun, the television would automatically return to it when turned back on. The scene Todd was watching was alternating from a view of the actors' faces as they fornicated doggy-style on the hood of a hot-rod, to a close-up of the actor's huge dick impaling the silicone-injected actress's ass-hole. As ridiculous as it felt to do so, I knew that I had to act now to seize the moment and make something of it, while minimizing the embarrassment of just being caught watching porn by my husband. "Looks like fun" I blurted out. "Really?" Todd replied, almost shocked by my comment. "Mmmm, really". "I had no idea you'd like to try it" he said. "There are a lot of things that you don't know about me" I shot back, with a sly grin on my face. This was going alright so far. "Oh really" Todd retorted, slowly moving toward me, "like what". "Well that's for me to know, and you to discover" I replied with a giggle. "I see, well let's just see how far you're willing to go with this little fantasy of yours" Todd grunted as he picked me up and threw me to the bed. He pulled open my damp robe, and kissed me passionately while groping at my tits, squeezing them with his full hands. Trailing his kisses to my neck, his hand slides down my belly to the tuft of trimmed red pubic hair that I keep over my pubic bone in order to be able to say that I don't shave my pussy entirely. As his finger enters my slippery vagina, he whispers hotly in my ear, "So you really want your husband to fuck you in the ass huh?" "Oh yes" I exhale as he plunges a second digit into my snatch. Pulling his fingers back out, I feel him slide one down to my anus, rubbing my secretions around the opening. He then brings the second one down, and timidly begins working it into my anus. I bend a knee up to allow my lover better access, and push myself down to meet his advance, sliding his finger into my ass to his third knuckle. "Mmmm" I groan with delight as he begins to withdraw his probing digit, adding the second which had briefly penetrated by wet pussy just seconds earlier. I gasp as his two thick fingers push past my sphincter and into my rectum. Delirious from the sensation of my lover filling my hole, I barely notice that he's gnawing on my rubbery hard nipples, and that I've begun almost instinctively fingering my own clit. Todd begins working his two fingers rapidly in and out of my anus, and opens his mouth wide to draw almost my entire breast into his mouth. I can feel myself nearing climax, and I begin craving for my lover's cock to penetrate my hole. "Fuck my ass, Todd" I moan, "I need your cock in my ass". Todd withdraws his fingers, and releases the latch on my breast. He rolls from the bed, standing at its side to remove his pants. I take advantage of the brief interlude, and grad the massage oil from the bedside table, where I'd strategically placed it earlier. In my haste, my finger catches the connecting string of my anal beads, which I end up extracting from the drawer along with the oil. Todd looked stunned at the sight of the beads dangling from my hand. "Something else for you to find out about hon" I blurt out, and clumsily shove them back into the drawer. I quickly pour an ample amount of oil into my hand, and replace the bottle atop the bedside table. Kneeling up on the bed, I bring my lubed hand to my rear, and smear the oil into my ass liberally. Turning, I'm met by my lover, his hard-on raging from his loins, appearing to throb before me. I take my oily hand from my ass, and stroke the length of Todd's shaft, letting the oil drip like honey onto this tight scrotum. I roll to my back, lifting my legs up to my husband's shoulders. I clearly recall wanting to make sure that I could see my lover's eyes as he entered my ass for the first time. Todd grabbed my legs at the middle of my thighs, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Leaning forward slightly, he rested his weight onto one arm, grasping his thick tool with the other to guide it to its target. The visual of Todd's hulking body pushing my legs back toward my chest to gain access to my ass was delightful. His oil-slicked cock pushed almost effortlessly into my hole, and we moaned almost simultaneously with his initial stroke. With his dick inside of me, he straightened his back, once again grasping my thighs, and began to pump his hips rhythmically. His hips made a hollow spanking noise as they met the back of my up-stretched thighs. I grabbed his hands, and yanked them hungrily to my tits, pulling Todd slightly forward in the process, stretching my hamstring muscles almost painfully. With the intensity of Todd's pounding increasing, and his hands now working my swollen breasts, I bring my hand to my snatch, and begin feverishly working my aching, stiff clit in a circular motion with my fingers. This was it! This is what I've been longing for, craving for so long. My husband's broad penis was probing deep into my ass while my fingers were manipulating the hypersensitive shaft of engorged tissue poking its head from under the puffy folds of my labia. Todd's massive hands squeezing the excess blood from my firm tits with their puffy, silver dollar sized pink nips protruding up in front of my face. This was what I needed to cum with my husband, and cum I did. With Todd still pumping his member into my rectum, my vaginal muscles began to contract wildly, spasming uncontrollably for what felt like minutes. I regained my senses just in time for Todd's climax. With a loud grunt, he pulled his slippery erection from my ass, and began pumping his fist over its swollen head as it hovered over my still widely parted cunt. His face strained as the first rope of sperm shot from his cock onto my tits and belly. One pump of his fist, and the second load of juice spilled from the end of his dick onto me. Another two quick strokes, and a third splash of jiz lands on top of me, mixing with my pubic hair. Todd continues pumping his fine prick, milking more cum from his shaft, dripping it onto my mound, grunting and groaning with each stroke. Sine we'd began sleeping together, I'd never seen him cum like that. His hard-on begins to slowly dissipate as he squeezes the last of his milky juice over his fingers and onto my pussy. He rubs the fleshy underside of his prick, now hypersensitive, over my cum-soaked labia, smiling down at me proudly from above. I reach for the end of his now semi-flaccid tool, dabbing the last bit if cum that's oozed from his shaft. I bring my finger to my mouth, and extend my tongue to meet it, tasting my lover's sperm as I slide my finger down the length of my tongue. Todd lowers my legs gently to his hips before crashing down on top of me on the bed. We laugh and kiss and embrace, remarking that we should have tried this a long time ago. He still to this day believes that this was my first anal experience. Come to think of it, there's a lot that he doesn't know about me. Emma's Dilemma "Well, now what are you going to do?" I asked. Emma shrugged and pulled her knees up to her chest as if to hide behind them. "You quit college," I reminded her. "Filming for the new flick doesn't start for a month. Lancome doesn't need you for several weeks. You can't just hibernate. You're Emma Watson, for God's sake." "Can't I just take a break, Traci? I'm being pulled in too many directions," Emma whined. "You're a frickin' movie queen, Emma. You can't take a break. If anything you need to be pushing harder." She frowned and rested her chin on her knees. "Some friend YOU are," she said. "If I can't get pity from you, I'm doomed." "Don't be so gloomy. Look for a positive." "Like what?" she asked without hope. I paused. "Well...what have you done lately about preparing for the day a producer says, 'There's a nude scene in this one.'? Now that you have some down time, you could work on that." I had known Emma Watson for five years and was one of her closest friends. I believed she considered me one of the few people, outside her family, who could ask her that question. The look on her face convinced me she took it seriously. "That doesn't sound like a positive to me," she moaned. "You keep putting this off, Emma," I said. "You know as well as me that it's going to take breaking through that barrier to get to the next level in your career. If you want to keep doing movies, you're going to have to persuade producers and directors that you'll do it." "That's just it," she said, stretching her legs out and rolling onto her side on the couch. "I don't want to 'do it' with them." "I didn't say WITH them. I meant FOR them." "Same thing," she replied. Watching her on the couch was all it took to remind me what promise she had as a leading actress. With her short hair allowing the petite features of her face to shine through, and her ever-burgeoning body displaying more and more adult characteristics, she was quickly shedding the Hermione image. I had always been attracted to her, primarily because of her personality and no-nonsense approach. But as she passed her eighteenth birthday, and was now into her twenties, the attraction was more mature. I was a couple years older and that may have allowed me to act like a big sister to Emma. Like a sister, she often either disagreed with me or ignored me. On this subject, however, she seemed eager to listen as long as she could still appear disgruntled. "And just how do you propose I 'prepare' for THAT?" she asked in a pronounced English accent. "I've been thinking about this," I said, leaning forward in my chair for emphasis. "I think it needs to be done in a group setting. I'm not sure it will help at all if you just got naked for somebody in a room with the door closed. You're going to have an entire crew around you on the movie set and just a few gazillion people watching in the theater. So you need to do this in front of people." She stared at me blankly. "You mean an orgy?" I laughed out loud. "No! No! No! Not necessarily an orgy. Just..." "Not necessarily? What else do you call sex with a group of people, Traci?" "Quit putting words in my mouth, Emma. I didn't say WITH. I said in front of." "No you didn't," she answered sharply. "Anyway, you inferred an orgy." "Don't get hung up on the terminology," I said. "It's the concept." She rolled onto her back. "OK. I'm conceptualizing me getting naked in a room full of people. Some of them get naked, too. We begin to have sex...just for practice, of course. Some participate. Some watch. Now tell me that isn't a fucking orgy, Traci." I tried to conceal my giggle. "That's career enhancement." "And what if one of them is a girl?" she pondered. I'm not really sure what made me get out of my chair. Maybe it was the picture we both had in our mind of the scene and I was just playing out a role. But I walked over to the couch, looked down, and then climbed on top of her. "Traci!" I smiled. "What WOULD you do, Emma?" "Die," she quickly replied. "Not good." "So, what would YOU do, Miss Know-It-All?" "I'd think: 'This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to make out with the sexiest actress in the world. If I don't take advantage of this I'll hate myself forever.'" Emma glared back at me. "That sounds like what a typical dude would think. I expected better from a female." Words weren't going to do it. It was time for action. I leaned down and planted my lips on hers before she could move. When she began to resist, I put my hands on either side of her face and held it in place while I intensified the kiss. Soon, our tongues met and even I was surprised by the passion displayed. For the next several seconds we were lost in each other. When it was over, I said softly, "Was that better?" "Oh my God, Traci. What happened?" The sensation of her little body under me, our breasts touching and our pussies side-by-side, was becoming overwhelming. I didn't exactly intend for it to become sexual, but any more contact like the kiss and anything could happen. "Practice, Emma. Practice. I think you, um, wouldn't have much trouble with, uh, another girl if it came down to it," I stammered. "But we're not naked," she reminded me. I looked at her. "Is that an invitation?" "No!" she said loudly, pushing me with both arms. "Now get off!" I laughed and rolled off the couch. Sitting on the floor, I said, "Well. What do you think? Should I arrange the party?" "Would they know I was going to be there?" she asked. "Probably." I could see Emma's brain working hard. Her mouth twisted in a sign of anguish. "Oh, OK." "Yea!" I cried out, getting up and hugging her. Getting a dozen people to a party with Emma Watson was no problem. Getting them to promise to leave their cell phones or anything that took pictures in their cars was much more difficult. But I didn't need this all over the Internet and it was made clear it was the only way they could get in. I tried to guarantee them, without giving anything away, that it would be well worth the inconvenience. I chose about ten guys and three or four girls that I thought Emma would like. She already knew half of them. So it was a good mix; as close to the situation on a movie set as I could pull off. And, if Emma wimped out at the end and nothing happened, it would still be a party. No big deal. "What are you going to wear?" Emma asked me when the final plans were made and relayed to her. "Nothing," I said. "Damn it, Traci. I need to know." "You're the big, high price fashion maven," I said. "You tell me. But don't make it too formal." "OK. A blouse and pants it is," she sighed. "How boring." "Don't wear a bra and show some skin. Remember what the goal is," I said. "The goal, apparently, is for you to get your kicks at my expense. There better be some hot guys at this thing. I mean, an orgy with geeks is not going to endear me to you," she warned. "You'll have your pick of beautiful men and women. A plethora of potential mates." "I'm not sure there's enough alcohol to make me do this," she said. "Ten years from now when your shelves are lined with Academy Awards, I hope you remember little Traci," I said. The day of the party, I placed the odds of her having sex with anybody at no more than fifty-fifty. Having sex in front of a crowd was twenty five-seventy five. I only went as high as twenty five because it was all going to remain private. Having her walk out entirely was not out of the question. "Damn," I uttered when she appeared at my door two hours before the party. "It's going to be a shame to see that outfit on the floor." She wore a short sleeve, gold top that zipped down the front and stopped a couple inches above her very snug jeans. It was casual, stylish, and undeniably sexy. Her makeup was sparse, but she glowed as always. I stared at the substantial opening created by the zipper being pulled down to the middle of her cleavage. "I said 'show some skin', not 'show your tits'." "There's nothing to show," she argued. "And make up your mind. Am I going to be a slut or not?" We walked into the kitchen. "You're going to be the most sought after actress in Hollywood if you listen to me. I realize there's a thin line between that and a slut. But if you do this right, you'll be able to buy Hollywood when you're done." "You mean when I'm too old to be a slut." "Emma, quit it," I scolded her. "This is serious, and how many opportunities like this are you going to get to simulate what you're going to be asked to do on a set?" "Daniel Radcliffe told me once that guys wear some kind of sock when they do love scenes," Emma said, crunching on a carrot stick. "That would be weird. 'Course, I doubt if he'd get hard anyway." I grinned. "Did he ever try to, uh, do you?" "Nope," she said. "He knew I would have laid him out flat with one punch if he tried it." "Rupert?" "Nope. Don't believe what you read," Emma said. I picked up a long stick of celery and slowly slid it in and out of my mouth. "Not even..." "You're sick, Traci." Guests started trickling in a few hours later. All the food, snacks, and drinks were set. Before long, people were spread out through the condo in groups of two and three. I paid particular attention to my friends Eric and Chris. They were not only two of the best looking guys in attendance, but also the two most likely to make a move on Emma. They were in their early twenties and former classmates of mine. They were freshmen when I was a senior and I acted as a mentor in some of their classes. I knew from personal experience that Eric, especially, could make a woman cum several different ways. If Emma didn't have him, I hoped he wouldn't leave without at least a short trip to my bedroom. Sure enough, I eventually saw a small group huddled in one corner that consisted of Emma, Eric, Chris and two others. The conversation seemed to be going well as I saw and heard Emma laughing several times. Each time I looked over she and Eric seemed to be closer to each other. My optimism grew and I expected Eric's wonderful cock was doing the same. I let another twenty minutes pass before wandering over to join the co-ed cluster. I made eye contact with Emma and she assured me with her look that everything was fine. I was glad to hear that they were discussing everyday stuff and not just Emma's movies. I knew she tired of it all the time and her laughs signaled a comfort level with this group. "I love those new shops in Clearview," Emma was saying. "But I practically have to go in a disguise to get in and out without a mob gathering." "What IS it like to have every man, and half the women, look at you as a sex object?" my friend Marie asked. "Half the women? You think?" Emma said with a chuckle. "I doubt that." "She's right about the men, though," Chris countered, getting a laugh out of everybody. Emma blushed. "I hardly think playing a nerdy little girl qualifies me as a sex object." "You're definitely not a little girl anymore," Eric said. "What do you want to do next?" I was afraid the change in subject to her career might cause Emma to retreat, but she didn't seem to mind. "I want to be a super-model," she said with a straight face, but I knew she was kidding. "The next Twiggy. And for those of you too young to know about her, she was the first British superstar model. She looked like her name and had real short hair. Imagine that. She was sexy." "Today they would call her sick," Marie said. "So did she ever do nudes?" Chris asked. "I don't think so," Emma said. "Would you?" Eric said. Emma turned her head and stared at him. During the ensuing silence, you could cut the tension with a knife. Then with a wry grin, she answered, "Depends on who the photographer is." She said it with such a sexy voice that the only response from those around her was a muffled groan. "I volunteer," Eric replied. "Do you even know what an f-stop is?" Eric thought for a second. "It's what you say when a dude starts groping you." Everybody roared with laughter, including Emma. She put her arm around Eric in a sign of support and said, "I'm not sure you got the job." "Maybe I'd do better at the groping part." Emma raised her eyebrows. "Somehow I believe that is true." He twirled her around so that they were facing each other with their arms wrapped in a hug. "Definitely not a nerdy little girl anymore," Eric said. "But you still know how to put a spell on guys. And I'm a firm believer that all leading ladies should do a nude scene." "I think the only firm thing is between your legs," Emma said, to a chorus of snickers. Eric looked down at her. "Imagine what it would be like if we saw you naked." By now, some additional people mingled around, spurred on by the laughter and banter between Emma and Eric. The dark, handsome man held the actress tighter, allowing his hands to rest on the bare skin of her back just above her jeans. She would be the only one for now who could verify his firmness, but I suspected there was little doubt. "You just might have to imagine it," Emma said. "Ahhh, c'mon. Just a hint?" Eric boldly took the zipper to Emma's top and pulled it down about an inch; far enough to reveal a good portion of the inside of her tits. When Emma didn't resist, he opened another inch. Now the zipper was below her breasts and he was more than halfway to the bottom. "That's more than a hint," Emma said. After a pause, she added, "Well? Which way are you going to go with it?" Eric would have never lived it down if he returned the zipper to its original spot. So with steady hands, he held Emma's top and pulled the zipper all the way down. To his surprise, the top came apart much easier that he expected. The crowd was hushed, intently watching the couple just a few feet away from them in this open display of foreplay. There was still very little space separating Emma from Eric, but everybody could see her shirt as it hung open, barely covering her tits. Eric was afraid to move. His hands rested on the top of her ass. Then Emma pulled him closer and put her lips on his. Instantly, they began a long, deep kiss. At that point I would have put all my money on Emma flashing a brief view of her tits and, perhaps, allowing Eric to touch them. Emma had other plans. Her hand slithered onto his crotch and rubbed Eric's plainly obvious erection through his jeans. Continuing to kiss, Eric finally moved his hands onto Emma's bare chest. Tentatively at first, and then more boldly, he wrapped his fingers around her tits. His big hands all but made her petite tits disappear inside his palms. "Take off my top," she whispered into his ear. Eric was temporarily stunned by the demand, but then took the shirt and pulled it down her arms. A murmur in the audience was a mixture of voices, sounds, and faint whistles of approval. Seeing Emma topless in this situation made me happy, proud of her, and extremely horny. It must have worked for Eric because the outline of his stiff cock straining against his jeans caught the eye of every female, including Emma. She unbuttoned the top of his pants and squeezed her hand inside. Soon, she was grinning widely. We all watched her fingers manipulate the cock the best they could in the tight confines. "Take it out!" a female voice rang out amid laughter and cheers. The people around me were now beyond the shock of seeing what they were seeing and wanted more. "May I?" we heard Emma ask quietly. "You better," Eric told her. His zipper was pulled down and a pair of white briefs were visible. Emma held the pants open and put her thumbs inside the waistband of the underwear. In one quick motion, she had everything down far enough to reveal his thick, rigid penis. The room was filled with oohs and ahhs, similar to the sound I made the first time I ever saw Eric's cock. Then Emma looked over at me and, to my surprise, said, "Well, are you going to help me or just stand there?" I didn't know exactly what she meant by help, so I weaved my way around people to get to her. She was already on her way to her knees, so I got my answer. Sure, I'd be more than glad to help her if this is what she had in mind. I joined her just as she was lowering his pants far enough for both of us to have free access to Eric's cock and balls. Emma put her hand around the shaft, then offered it to me. I eagerly put it in my palm and ran my tongue up and down the entire length. Soon, I had one side and Emma had the other. By now, the cock was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. It was difficult for me to decide what to watch: Eric's penis or Emma's tits. I suspect most of the crowd was with me and went for Emma's tits. They appeared bigger now as she leaned over. They swayed along with her body as she began taking Eric into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. Between the cock and her tits, my pussy was turning into a throbbing, soaking mess. It desperately needed attention. Help wasn't far away. Somebody in the room said loudly, "C'mon, Traci. Let's see some skin." I told myself I was doing it for Emma's sake; to make her feel less insecure. But I pulled off my t-shirt and bra with such zeal that it undoubtedly gave away my ever-increasing lust. Then I returned to Eric's cock, which now leaked pre-cum from the tip thanks to Emma's great work. It was obvious he could cum at any second. Was that what we wanted? Would it end there? The answer to both questions, in my mind, was 'No.' I looked at Emma. "Do it," I said. "Do it now or you might never get another chance." "Don't leave me," she said. "I'll be here." Emma's eyes rose to Eric's face. "Get on the couch," Emma said more calmly than I would have expected. Eric walked the few steps over to the couch and took off his pants and shoes before lying down. He was naked except for a t-shirt. Emma was close behind him, but still had her jeans on. Every guest was congregated around the couch in a semi-circle, some looking down at Eric and his erection and some watching Emma. It didn't take long for Emma to capture all eyes as she unsnapped her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and began pushing the pants down her legs. She looked incredibly sexy in her tiny panties as she wriggled out of the jeans. Then, as if nobody else was in the room, she removed the panties, too. It probably took all of us a few seconds to realize we were actually staring at a nude Emma Watson. Her youthful breasts and ass were flawless. Her stomach was flat and hard; her thighs creamy and smooth. Then we saw her neatly trimmed pussy as she approached Eric. There wasn't a man, or woman, in the room that didn't want her to themselves. But the honor would go to Eric and his cock was more than ready. First, however, he said to her, "Come up here so I can taste the famous Emma Watson." She grinned and slid up the couch so her pussy was directly over Eric's mouth. He reached up with both hands and held her by the ass, gently pulling her down. The sight of his face slowly disappearing between Emma's legs caused another hush to fall over the room. From where I was standing, I could see his mouth open and his tongue come out. Then I heard a muted moan and saw Emma tilt her head backwards. Eventually, the indisputable sounds of Eric's mouth could be heard as it attacked her pussy and clit. Eric's hands moved to her tits and he played with them roughly as the oral sex intensified. He had her nipples hard within seconds and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned louder and winced with each lick and pinch. Emma reached behind her and found his cock. Blindly, she stroked it the best she could without letting Eric lose contact with her pussy. Emma's Dilemma Then, to my surprise, Eric paused his licking and said to me, "Traci, I think she likes having her tits worked on. Do me a favor and suck on them a while until we have her ready to cum." My initial signal of disapproval was met with such vocal outcry from all sides that I had to comply. Besides, somebody was pushing me from behind until I was standing just inches from my best friend. I was already self-conscious of my topless state. Now I had to suck on Emma's tits in front of everybody. I was extremely glad I was horny beyond belief. It made it SO much easier. For her part, I think Emma was thankful to have a third party involved, taking at least some of the focus off her. I put it right back on her by leaning in and lightly licking the edge of one of her precious tits. I used my hand to lift it slightly and put my tongue on the nipple. Then it was between my lips and a few seconds later, inside my mouth as I sucked frantically on nearly the entire tit. I faintly paid attention to the noise surrounding me. Amid the hoots and cheers, I moved from one side of Emma's chest to the other, using my hands to massage her tits when they were engulfed by my mouth. Emma held my head in place as she got closer and closer to cumming. Finally, my job was done and Emma slid back down Eric's body so that his cock was placed at the entrance to her cunt. As if in slow motion, we all watched her slide down on the shaft and settle into his lap. She pushed up on his t-shirt to expose his muscular chest. Then they began to fuck on the couch. The next five minutes were magical—better than anything Emma ever put on the big screen. She and Eric fit together perfectly and their mutual enjoyment of the short session was obvious. Meanwhile, a pair of hands reached around me from behind and began kneading my sensitive tits. They belonged to Chris and I had no intention of stopping him. Everybody in the room was probably on the verge of their own orgasm when Emma cried out, "Oh God. Eric! I'm...I'm...oh fuck!" We saw her body stiffen and then release. "Yessssss!" she howled as the orgasm began. Emma's short hair thrashed back and forth on her head as she came uncontrollably. Her tits swayed freely, except for when Eric clutched at them. Soon, his grunts and moans signaled Eric's orgasm. I imagined Emma's cunt squeezing his cock harder and harder as his cum filled her. I remembered the feeling of that same cock seemingly touching every inch of my cunt, touching off the most satisfying climax I ever had. I was glad for Emma. When they were done, Emma's face was blushed and perspiration shimmered on her brow. She crumpled into Eric's arms. "I think you should be next," Chris whispered into my ear. I shook my head. "I don't think so." Chris' hand slid inside my jeans and I pushed my ass against his body, easily feeling his hard cock on my cheek. He found my clit and began rubbing it. "Oh God, stop," I moaned. He did, only to open my pants and lower the zipper. Then his hand was on top of my wet panties, rubbing me some more. I tried in vain to escape, but it was a weak attempt at best. If he didn't stop soon... My pants were around my ankle and Chris was taking off my panties. My head was spinning as he got me naked. I wanted to cum so bad, but I was in the middle of all my friends. Now I really felt Emma's fright. Maybe she realized it, because I saw her roll off the couch and come over. "It's alright, Traci. Let me take over," Emma said. She told me to sit in a nearby chair. I was barely settled before she was on her knees, between my legs and pulling on my ass to bring me closer to her face. The realization of what was about to happen hit me like a brick. And there was no stopping her. I was spread open, slouching back in the large chair with my hands gripping the arms of the chair. I watched her smiling face move closer and then... "Oh shit," I mumbled unconsciously. Emma's lips were on my pussy. Her tongue was sliding up. I arched my back. She licked my clit. "Ohhhhh," I moaned. I don't know how many times she'd ever done this. Maybe I was the first. I'd ask her later. But at that moment, she was the best thing I'd ever had between my legs. Her mouth worked me over until I was a quivering mess. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open. I was lost in the most intensely pleasurable place I'd ever been. I have no clue how long it lasted. I only know that at some point, my body simply exploded. My ass was off the chair with Emma's hands under them. I was squealing sounds that meant nothing, but were clearly understood by anybody in the room. I felt her tongue sliding in and out of my cunt, and then moving up to my clit. Each time she repeated that, I came. Three times? Four? I didn't know. Over and over again I felt the delight flow through my body and out into Emma's mouth. I played with my tits without any embarrassment, totally lost in the sex. It wasn't until near the end that I saw Chris kneeling behind Emma. So, for the next couple minutes I had a close-up view of them while Emma leaned up to lick my tits. About the time she was ready to cum again, we were kissing and it was fantastic to feel and hear her start to cum while we were together. Emma and I were done after that. Various couples or small groups were spread around the condo in an assortment of acts to ease each of their pent up sexual tensions. But we had accomplished what we set out to accomplish. Emma was happy. I was happy. We were still friends. In fact, we might have become more than that. She could thank me later. Emma's Dilemma "Julie... I need your advice." "Of course, Chiquita! At your service!" "No, come on, this is serious. Really serious." "Okay, okay, okay! Lay it on me, Emma. I'm all ears. But first... where are you? I don't recognize the number." "I'm in Philly, Jules. On business. It was just supposed to be one night, in and then out. But then that blizzard hit, and I got stuck here for a few days. No flights out, foot and a half of snow, you saw the news. Nothing to do but sit in the hotel and watch pay-per-view. So, I... I got a little bored. Then yesterday morning I got an email from Pedro." Pause. "Pedro? You mean... the Pedro?" "Yeah." "Oh, hon." "I know. Julie, I -- I just don't know... If Vince finds out..." "You fucked him." Silence. Big sigh. "All right Em, might as well start from the beginning." "Okay... So I got this email from Pedro, out of the blue, I swear. It was totally innocuous, how are you, it's been a long time, let's get a cup of coffee if you're ever in town, that kind of thing. He had no idea I was in town, and it never occurred to me that Pedro would still be living in the same apartment. Remember that cramped little place at the end of the cul-de-sac? Yeah, he's still there. So I thought, Hey, I'm bored with nothing to do, why not? If I stare at that TV for another minute, I'm going to kill someone. And it's just coffee, right?" "Right." "So I told Pedro to meet me at the hotel bar that night. Roads are still out, but it's walking distance for him. I thought there was absolutely no way anything was going to happen. I'm married, for Christ's sake. Happily married, and not interested in anyone else. Besides -- Pedro? You remember that whole scene with the toaster, right? Two hundred dollars of damage to the apartment, screaming, waking the neighbors. I mean, breakups don't get much worse than that unless someone loses an eye. But I thought, That was ten years ago. Surely he's a different person by now. I'm a different person. "So I decided to get dressed up a little. Nothing too fancy, but I hadn't seen the guy in ten years, right? I wanted him to be impressed. I wanted him to see what he's been missing. So I put on that little black mini-skirt and the cream-colored blouse from Macy's -- you know that outfit, you were there when I bought it." Giggle. "The slut uniform?" "Oh, come on Julie, it's not that bad." "It is when you wear that lacy little push-up bra with it. You didn't wear that, did you?" Sheepish silence. "Wow, you were really hard up, weren't you. How long has it been since Vince fucked you?" "I don't know. Three weeks, maybe?" Pause. "Come on, we've both been traveling. I've been working late nights." Julie whistles. "Go on." Sigh. "So I was sitting in the bar at the Marriott with a rum and Coke when Pedro walked in. There I was dressed to the nines, and he waltzed in wearing ripped jeans and a Bob Marley t-shirt. Totally Pedro. I was thinking to myself, Damn, nothing ever changes. You made the right decision leaving him. But he's a lot buffer than he was ten years ago. He swaggers a little bit more. And the smell... Julie, I'm telling you, he could seduce Mother Teresa with that scent of his. Earthy. Musky." "I remember..." "Yeah. Well anyway, Pedro walked up to me with this big smile on his face. I reached out to shake his hand, and he pulled me off the bar stool into a hug. A big hug. I was getting a little swept away with the scent of him and the feel of those biceps around me -- did I mention he's been working out? -- and Pedro just reached down and grabbed my ass with one hand. I mean, he wasn't even being subtle about it. He just slid his hand down and caressed me, right there in front of the bartender." "He always was a bold one." "I should have stopped him right there and kicked him out. I should have told him that was an inappropriate thing to do to a married woman, even in a half-empty hotel bar. But... well, I just got a little carried away with the passion. Vince and I haven't been connecting too well lately, you know? I think I needed the attention. And Pedro knew it, that bastard. He knew. I blushed from head to toe, and I gave him a little push towards a table. He was grinning ear to ear, and I just couldn't help it, Julie, I started grinning at him too. I was shaking my head and trying to give him this Pedro, you'll never learn vibe, but I don't think that's how he perceived it." "Apparently not." "So what did Pedro do? He sat down in the booth next to me, not across from me. And he slid his right arm over my shoulders. And then, after we ordered food, his fingers started wandering under the edge of my blouse on my shoulder. It was like some kind of weird dream. I hadn't seen Pedro in ten years, and now after less than ten minutes he was toying with my bra strap. He wasn't trying to take it off or anything -- even Pedro's not that crazy -- but he was running one finger under the strap. Using a couple of other fingers to sort of push out my blouse so he could get a better view of my tits." Laugh. "I can't blame him, Chiquita. That must have been quite a view." Emma chuckles. "Three D's worth." "Were your nipples hard?" "Ohhh yes. Rock hard, like little bullets. But I don't want to give you the wrong impression, Jules. This wasn't just a flirt-fest. We were talking. Catching up. Making jokes. Hell, he even apologized for the toaster thing. I was telling him all about law school and Vince and the house, trying to emphasize what a great guy Vince is, how happy we are, yadda yadda yadda. Pedro told me about his job -- did you know that he moved back to Brazil for a couple of years to finish his anthropology degree? And then after that he was in New York working for -- " "Hey Emma? Save the boring details for later. I don't really care. I just want to hear how he got in your panties." A gasp. "Julie!" "I'm being honest here. You know how I am." "Oh yes I do. So do half of the men on the Eastern seaboard." A laugh. "Cute, hon. Cute. Just keep talking." "Okay, I'll cut to the chase. After an hour in the bar drinking girly drinks and munching on appetizers, I was ready to call it a night. It's confusing hanging out with an ex. Seeing him brought back some good memories -- some great memories -- but some not-so-great ones too. Besides, Pedro had me panting with his fingers in my bra strap, and I just wanted to get back to my room for some alone time with Mr. Buzzer, you know what I mean? "I think I must have had one drink too many, because before I even realized what was happening, Pedro was standing next to me in the elevator giving me this smoldering stare. I pushed the button for my floor. He didn't even ask, he just followed me. But I swear, Jules, even then all I was planning on doing was kissing him. I thought, We'll stand outside my hotel door and he'll give me one of those incredible french kisses he used to give me. Maybe I'll let him fondle a boob, but that's it. That's absolutely where I'm drawing the line. "So we got off the elevator, we headed towards my room. Pedro kissed me, of course, and I let him. It was a passionate kiss, the kind we used to do for hours and hours ten, twelve years ago. It's been so long since I've done anything like that with Vincent, I couldn't help it. I was standing there trying to figure out exactly how to push Pedro away and when to cut him off. But I swear that boy can read minds. What do you think he did? He just reached under my skirt while we were kissing, in the middle of the hallway, and he -- he actually cupped me through my panties, Julie. I was so shocked I let out a gasp they must have heard back down in the bar. I didn't know what to say. Pedro stopped kissing me, looked me in the eyes, and said... he said, Your pussy is just as wet as I remembered. And then, I... I... hey Julie? You still there?" Pause. "Of course I'm still here, hon. Listening to every word." "You just sound a little preoccupied." "Mmm... Guess you could say that, Chiquita." "You're not -- oh god, Jules, are you fingering yourself over there?" A chuckle. "Guilty as charged!" "I can't believe you're doing that." "Hey, I can't help it, Emma. It's been almost two weeks since I've gotten any. I guess that's not a long time for you, but for me two weeks is like an eternity. And listening to you talk about those Pedro kisses and those big, manly fingers... it's got me all wet." Embarrassed shifting noises. "I bet." Long pause. "Hey, Julie... do you... do you remember that night?" "You mean... that night?" "Yeah, that one. I-I still think about it. A lot." Deep breath. "I bet that surprises you. But I remember everything about that night. I remember stumbling in the door, I remember Pedro saying, Do you want to see me kiss your friend? I remember the way he kissed you. I remember the way he yanked your panties down. I remember that first orgasm he gave you with his fingers. You were practically screaming, you were cumming so hard." "Mmmm..." Long pause. "Well, don't keep me in suspense, Emma. Keep going." "Okay. Okay. Back to the hotel." Gathering her breath. "So before I realized what was happening, we were in my room and Pedro's hands were all over me. He was squeezing my breasts and grabbing my ass and kissing me with that thick tongue in my mouth. It was ridiculous how excited I was getting. He is so good at foreplay. But even then I was trying to figure out where I was going to stop, I was trying to redraw the line in my head, the absolute limit. I decided that the most, the absolute most I would do was give Pedro a -- a blowjob. Suck him off, make him lightheaded, then push him out the door and say I needed to get up early the next day. I admit it, I was kind of mad at Vincent for letting things get that bad between us. I was thinking, Is a blowjob really that bad in the grand scheme of things? I'm not going to go all the way with Pedro. I'll come home and confess the whole thing to Vince, and maybe that will even lead to an honest discussion of our sex life. Maybe we'll even fix some things because of this. Right?" A verbal shrug. "Sure." "Then I got down on my knees in that hotel room, and I started fishing Pedro's -- Pedro's prick out of his jeans. Jesus Christ, I had forgotten how huge that thing is. It's almost as thick as a can of Coke at the base, Jules. I put one fist around the bottom -- as far as I could, anyway -- and then I put my other fist on top of that one, and I swear there was still an inch to go before the head. And that head! Shit, Julie, it's like the size of a crabapple or something, and there was all of this sticky stuff dripping down the tip. It was like my dream dick. I know I'm totally going to hell for even thinking this... but..." "But Pedro's so much bigger than your husband that you can't believe Vince ever satisfied you." A long silence. Quiet sighs. "Yeah." More silence. The faint sound of Julie panting. "Listen, you know me, Jules. I've never been a size queen. It's all in the way that you use it, right? It's all about the mood and the emotions and the atmosphere. I've slept with a couple of guys who were average length -- maybe even one below average -- and I came like a rocket. Vincent isn't huge, but he's not tiny either. He's always been big enough to satisfy me, I've never really cared about size..." "That's what you always tell you yourself anyway, Emma." "Yeah. I guess. But Pedro's dick... I mean... Jesus Christ, Julie, how the hell did you manage to get that entire thing in your throat?" A long, musical laugh. "Years of practice, hon. Years of practice." "Damn, that night, I just couldn't believe my eyes. I remember sitting there taking off my bra, looking at you and Pedro. You had your lips all the way down to the base of that thing, Jules. There was this huge bulge in your throat. And then you slipped your tongue out and started licking his -- his balls, I couldn't believe my eyes..." "I told you. Years of practice!" Another laugh. "So how much of Pedro's dick did you manage to take the other night?" "You would've been proud of me. I took more than half of it." "Mmmm." "Mmmm is right. It was surreal. Pedro was sitting on the couch and I was kneeling in front of him sucking him off, just bobbing up and down, when I looked down and saw the glint off my wedding ring. First time I'd ever done anything behind Vince's back before. I'm telling you, Julie, I've never felt more like a slut then I did at that moment." "Felt good, didn't it?" Pause. "Yeah, actually. It did." "Keep going. Oh, and by the way, panties all the way off over here." "Ah, well, okay... Listen, Julie, even then, even with Pedro's dick banging against the back of my throat and the taste of his pre-cum in my mouth, I was still trying to draw boundaries in my head. I couldn't help it. I was sitting there thinking, When he cums I can slip out of here. That's supposed to be the good thing about blowjobs, right, is that we're in control? I remember from way back when, Pedro starts making this low-pitched moan when he's about to cum. I figured that as soon as I heard that noise I'd pull his cock out and jack him off until he finished. You know how men get after they cum, they just collapse. "So I'd finally drawn a line in the sand. I was giving Pedro a blowjob and I knew exactly how this was going to end. I was stroking him with one hand, sucking as hard as I could, getting ready to pull out and wondering where I was going to have him shoot his stuff. On my hand? On my face? Then I felt his balls tighten up and I heard that low moan... and... and..." Long sigh. "And?" "I don't know how he did it, Julie. I really don't. Suddenly Pedro just reached up and put his hand on the back of my head. I started to pull back... and Pedro pulled me down. It wasn't a request. It was like a command. His cock was bulging, about to shoot, and he pulled me down on his dick as far as I could take him. And then he said one word in that sexy Latin voice of his. Just one word, and I was his." "Which word was that?" "Drink." Another pause. "He said drink. And so I did." "Come on, Emma, it's not that big of a deal, is it? If you were already blowing him, you were going to swallow, right? Don't you swallow when you suck Vince off?" "Well..." A tsk-tsk sound. "You are majorly disappointin' me, Chiquita. Don't waste a drop, that's always been my motto. Suck him dry, and lick up anything that spills." "I used to swallow Vince's cum. A long time ago, when we were first dating. But, well, after you've been with someone for a while, things change. The dynamic's different. Usually when I give Vince oral, he doesn't finish in my mouth, I just pull him out and he climbs on top of me. It's not like we do oral much anymore. And if I pull him out too late... if he's already started cumming... well, I spit it out." "But you didn't spit Pedro out, did you?" Nervous gulp. "No. I swallowed. All of it. And I kept sucking after he finished until I slurped a few last drops out of the tip. I can't remember the last time I did that for my husband. It has to be six, seven years since I swallowed a load of cum. If Vince tried to do what Pedro did...? If he just reached down and held my head until I swallowed all his cum? Well, I'd be pissed. I know I would. But this ex-boyfriend who I hadn't seen for a decade, this Latin hoodlum, I slurped him right down like a whore." Lustful, low, humming noise, then a laugh. "The thing is, Jules, that Vince's cream is sour. And Pedro's is so sweet. Almost sugary." Giggling. A playful slurping noise. "I know, hon. I remember." "Wow. Yeah. I suppose you do..." "Mmm-hmm. Though unlike you, I didn't taste that sweet juice straight from the tap." A long silence. "No. You didn't." Emma's voice husky. "So who knows if what I'm remembering is the taste of Pedro's juices... or yours." More silence. "I can't -- I can't believe that it's been almost a dozen years, and we've never talked about this." "I know, Em." "Hey, Jules. I've always wanted to know something. Did you... was that something you wanted to do, or was it something that Pedro pushed you to do? When you... you know..." "Emma. Em. Honey. Listen to me." Deep breath. "It's just you and me. I'm sitting here in bed naked pinching my nipples and fucking my pussy with a big dildo. Stop being so shy already! Just say the words. Pedro was fucking your pussy that night. He pulled his cock out of your cunt after filling you up with his hot cum. Then he pulled your thighs apart, he spread your dripping wet pussy lips apart, and he watched me dive in to your juicy cunt and suck up his hot, sweet, sticky, creamy cum. I ate you dry, sweetheart, and made you squirt your pussy juices all over my face." "Um. Wow. Yeah... Jesus." "And to answer your question, Em, no, Pedro didn't make me do anything. He didn't coerce me. He just spread you open, and as soon as I saw those big globs of jism dribbling down the lips of your pussy, I knew I had to taste. I had to see if that cunt was as tasty as it looked. And guess what? It was." An almost imperceptible moan. "Had you -- had you done that before?" "Yeah. I mean, not every day. There was one time with James and his wife. And one time when..." Pause. "Wait wait wait. Are you asking if I had ever eaten pussy before then? Or if I had ever sucked a guy's jizz out of a girl before?" "I meant the first one." A long, wicked laugh. "Are you kidding? Had I eaten pussy before? You have no idea, Chiquita. Many, many times. Maybe a dozen different women before you, and two or three dozen since. Old, young, fat, thin, you name it." "So... three or four dozen?" "C'mon, Emma. You know me by now. I'm a slut. I will fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere. I've probably fucked a hundred men. I've fucked men in their offices during lunch hour, I've fucked them in bed while their wives are out of town, and sometimes while they're laying there right next to us watching. I've been tag-teamed by three different pairs of brothers. I suck strangers off in glory holes, Emma. Bet you didn't realize that I had three loads of cum in my stomach when I stood next to you as your maid of honor, did you?" "Um, no." "Hell, here's something I've never told anyone before. Ready? A couple years ago, I went to a fancy Mardi Gras party dressed in full costume, and I sucked my dad off in the hotel bathroom. My own father. He was so drunk and I had one of those masks on, he never had any idea it was me. So... yes, I've eaten cum out of women's pussies before, Em, and I'll do it again, and again, and again. I. Am. A. Slut." "Oh my god. Oh my god, Jules." "You're naked now, aren't you, Em?" "Mmm-hmm." "And fingering your clit?" Silence. "Good. Now keep it up, but don't make yourself cum too soon. I want to hear the rest." "The rest? Jesus, Julie, it's pretty much what you'd expect from there. It was like all of my inhibitions disappeared after he pulled my head down on his cock and told me to drink his cum. I let Pedro have his way with me, all night. He stripped me down, he sucked my tits for almost an hour. He ate my pussy and chewed on my clit until I screamed. He threw me down on the bed and he got that monster cock inside me. I mean, all the way inside me. I'd never taken so much before, even back when I was used to him. And no hint of a condom, either. Pedro fucked me, and then fucked me again, and it just went on and on into the morning. We did everything." Emma's Dilemma "Define everything. Did he fuck your ass?" "Oh yes. He came in my asshole two or three times." Cackle. "Lost track, huh?" "Oh my god, Jules. It was just one big long blur. Pedro didn't just cum in me and then wait around for the next round. He was fingering me, eating me, sucking my tits, whispering in my ear. I swear he didn't stop for hours. He would pull his cock out of my pussy and go straight into my ass, and then pull out of my ass and go straight into my mouth, and then back to my pussy again." "Wow, ass-to-mouth, huh? I'm impressed, Em! Bet you never did that with Vince." "Never. Hell, Vince hasn't touched my ass in probably four years. And it's not for lack of him trying either! I won't let him. I'll be sucking on his dick and his fingers will start creeping down the crack of my ass, and I just swat him away. But Pedro... Oh my god, Jules, Pedro took that huge cock and he just opened me up like I've never been opened up before. It took almost half an hour to squeeze that dick in there. Again, no asking for permission, he just did it. He would push that gigantic head into my ass, and I would scream and scream and cum over and over again, and he'd pull out and bring his cock up to my tongue to get him wet again, and then go back, and forth, and then back again, and... man. "At one point -- I can't believe this happened, Julie -- I was orgasming around his cock while he was spraying the second full load of cum deep inside my ass, I was squirting all over the bedsheets, I was slurping this big gob of cum dripping off my nose... and my cell phone rang." Howls of laughter. "Vince?" "Yeah. And I suddenly had this image of him sitting in the den eating a microwave burrito and watching The Lord of the Rings for the fifteenth time this month. Last weekend, Vince tried to grab a boob when we got into bed, and I just made up some lame excuse and turned over. And now there I was, a few days later, gallons of sperm pouring out of my pussy. I won't let Vincent touch my ass, and Pedro had already fucked me there two or three times that night -- he even spent twenty minutes licking and sucking on my asshole. I won't swallow Vincent's cum, and I had so much of Pedro's in my belly that I was burping sperm. Vincent and I are careful to avoid the days when I'm fertile -- I track the calendar pretty religiously -- and there I was letting a virtual stranger fill my fertile pussy up with cum... Oh my god, Jules. Do you know what I did with Pedro? Do you know what he did to me?" "I'm sure you'll tell me, hon." "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this... I can't believe I did it." Low moan. "Oh, c'mon, you little slut, don't keep me in suspense." "Pedro pulled that huge dick out of my ass the second or third time, and he just got up on his knees and guided my head over to him. I started sucking on that sperm-covered dick, and Pedro, he just sat back and -- and -- " "And what?" "He started pissing. In my mouth." An excited gasp. "Fuck! Please tell me... you swallowed that time... too." "Every drop." Heavy panting. A squeal of excitement. "Shit, Em. I'm almost there. I'm going to cum. Tell me -- tell me -- " "Tell you what? Tell you how Pedro fucked my slutty pussy again and again until the juices were dripping down those heavy balls of his? Tell you how he pounded into my ass and then stuck his cock right down my throat? Tell you how he sucked and bit and chewed on my nipples until they were rock hard and sore?" "Yes! Oh... that! Tell me that!" "Tell you how I woke Pedro up this morning by nibbling on the head of his cock until he sprayed a whole mouthful of piss into my stomach? Tell you how he soaped up my big tits in the shower while bending me over and fucking my ass with that huge cock? Tell you how I'm sitting here right now scooping big globs of Pedro's cum out of my pussy with my fingers and licking them clean" -- a loud slurping sound -- "while I think about you burying your face in my pussy again?" "Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh Gawwwwd Emmmmm!!" "I'm cumming! I'm cumming too! Oh my god! Oh my god!" "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" "Eat my pussy! Eat my pussy! Ahhhh..." Heavy breathing. Almost a minute of silence. "Whew." "Um. Wow." "So I'm going to hell for this, aren't I, Jules?" A low, weary laugh. "You're not going to hear any complaints from me, Chiquita." "The question now is... what do I do?" "You still love Vince, right?" "Of course I do. More than anything." "Did you like being a slut?" Sigh. "Yeah. Yeah I did. I don't -- I don't think there's any going back, Julie." "Well then, the answer's simple. You sit Vince down and you tell him that there's a part of you that you can't repress anymore. You tell him that you want to share it with him instead of hiding it from him. You say, Vince, I am going to be a slut from now on. And if you're game, if we do this right, then you're going to be the main beneficiary of this." "The main one -- but not the only one, huh?" "Well, that's the implication, Em. You tell him, Until further notice, you have unrestricted access to my mouth, and my tits, and my pussy, and my ass. I'm yours, Vince." "Hmm. I suppose that might work..." "Of course it will. Because you're going to whisper these things into his ear while I'm riding on his cock. You're going to tell him, You're a lucky man, Vince. Because by giving your wife permission to be a slut, you're getting two sluts for the price of one. Not only is Julie going to fuck you until you scream every time she's over... but she's going to give you the key to her apartment, and she's going to expect you to come over and fuck her any time I'm not coming home for the night. In fact, Julie's going to insist on it." A conspiratorial laugh. "Sounds like this solution will make Julie happy, too." "You bet it will, Chiquita. Because Vince isn't the only one who's going to get two for the price of one." "You mean...?" "Oh yes, hon. I sucked your pussy dry of Pedro's cum all those years ago. It's time for you to repay the favor by sucking Vince's sperm out of my pussy. And Pedro's too. You wouldn't let me fuck him a dozen years ago, but now that you're a slut, that's going to change, right? And if neither Pedro or Vincent has had the chance to fill my cunt up with sperm that night... well, you're going to eat me out anyway. Chances are, any night you spread my thighs and dive in, you're going to taste the sperm of at least two or three men there. After all, I'm a slut, Emma! I told you that, right?"