11 comments/ 94931 views/ 73 favorites Our Dirty Secret By: TotalKnockout You have this look on your face of intense concentration as you lock the door to the apartment, like a man on a very serious mission. This makes me giggle because I know what we're about to do, and knowing our dirty little secret makes me giddy. You catch my eye: "What are you giggling about?" But that's a silly question. We both know. You crack a smile and grab my hand as we walk out. The bar is only four blocks away but my ass and legs are starting to shiver under my skirt as the cold air hits the bare skin above my thigh highs. I grin and bear it. The coldness is a necessary evil if we are to succeed with our little plan. The bar is like an underground speakeasy, known only to the locals and insiders. It's a very specific scene, mostly young educated 20 and 30 somethings. DJs with Ivy League educations and hipster entrepreneurs fill the comfy leather armchairs and sofas most nights of the week, drinking whiskey and cheap beer, chatting and debating or listening to local bands play. Even for a Wednesday night, the place is already jumping. We know the band who's playing tonight, and as we walk in, your friend, Greg, waves us over to the dark corner area he and his buddies already staked out for us. You and I like to joke about Greg, his false bravado and skeezy ways around women and the fact that for an attractive guy, he rarely gets any pussy. And sure enough, we both catch him glancing at my tits far too long than necessary as he ushers us over to the deep armchairs and couches in the corner. We share a knowing smirk. Somehow, Greg's obvious letch for my tits makes what we're about to do that much hotter. I'm already wet and throbbing and nothing's happened yet-- "Sorry, it's a bit tight." The corner is already packed with their group of friends and not everyone is here yet. There's an empty armchair in the back still open. "That's okay, man, we'll share," you say to Greg nonchalantly as you toss your coat on the chair, "Won't we, babe?" You give my ass a playful swat and wink at me. Greg watches us. I smirk as you pull me down into your lap. The chair is deep and roomy with high sides, made of some really worn leather. Even with your long legs and my wide hips there's room for both of us. The whole group is mostly your friends and their various girlfriends, and normally I'd be social and friendly but tonight, I have other things on my mind. Sitting in your lap I feel you get hard through your jeans, the outline pressing firmly into the groove of my ass, so close and yet so far from my throbbing pussy. The warm-up band has started playing when you lean forward and whisper in my ear, "Do it." I get up slowly, excusing myself while giving you a chance to cross your legs discretely. My legs are wobbly as I walk to the bathroom, my breath intensifying. I can't believe we're going to do this. I lock myself in one of the stalls and take a moment to breathe against the door for a second. I reach behind me and feel the little clear buttplug right at my opening, and run my fingers over it. My asshole spasms. My pussy gets wetter. I work the plug with my fingers and then slowly pull it out and a glob of lube drips out onto my panties. Right before we left the apartment, you bent me over the table and pulled down my panties. I remember the feeling, cold and strange, as you filled the anal syringe with a generous helping of lube, inserted it squirting the lube deep inside and then worked the butt plug into my ass while fingering my spasming pussy. All the while telling me in detail what you were going to do once this plug came out. Mmmmm... even the memory was making me wet. The sounds of the flushing toilets brought me back to reality as I stuffed my wet panties and butt plug into my bag and walked gingerly back to our chair, praying that any lube that leaked out of my ass would be soaked up by my poor thigh highs. We lock eyes and you know from my slight nod that it's done, I'm ready. I settle back into your lap, pulling my coat over us slightly. A lot of your friends have their attention on the stage where the band is playing. You whisper in my ear, "Shift a little," and I feel you unzip and take your still-hard cock out of your jeans. "Okay" you whisper and I shift back. I'm immediately rewarded by the feeling your bare cock against my slippery ass. I can't help but groan a little involuntarily. I feel your hand tighten around my leg to remind me I have to be as quiet as I can. We sit there awhile, me wiggling imperceptably against your cock, the head right between my cheeks. Greg turns and asks you what time it is, you answer him casually, as if nothing was happening. I can feel both of our hands sweating. Everyone is watching the band now, so you take the opportunity to grab your cock and adjust it so it is pressing right at the opening of my asshole. The head pops in and now it's your turn to gasp. I'm almost afraid to breathe, I can't believe we are doing this... Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, you sink deeper and deeper into my warm slippery asshole until I'm settled completely on your lap. We're both very still as we look around to make sure we haven't been caught. No one is even looking at us. Just the thought of what might happen if some one realizes you are fucking my dirtiest hole in public is enough to make my ass throb. I feel your cock twitch inside me. We're both sweating. You press your face into the back of my neck and slowly exhale. You kiss the side of my face, my pussy drips onto your lap. Every so often when we think no one is paying attention, you pull back further into the seat and hump my ass with small movements of your hips under me. We're both aroused to a fevered pitch. Soon we realize the band is taking a break between sets. There's nothing we can do, so I just stay in your lap as your friends settle around us and begin talking again. I feel you trying to normalize your breath so you don't call attention to us. I can't believe we're doing this. There's no escape now, not until the band begins their next set. "You okay, man?" Greg asks you, flopping down on the couch across from us. "Yeah, it's just hot in here..." you say trying to cover how sweaty you are, "Pass me that beer, babe?" I reach for the beer on the coaster in front of me and pass it back to you. You kiss my ear and tell me, "Thanks babe." You take a long swing. Greg smirks at us. It's like he senses we're up to mischief. I doubt he imagines that you've got your long, hard cock buried in my asshole though... The conversation continues as best we can manage. We pass the beer back and forth to each other, sharing the bottle and taking absent-minded swigs, trying not to betray the fact that we are ass-fucking in the armchair in a room full of our friends and drunk hipsters.I can feel the lube seeping out of me around your cock and onto your lap. I catch Greg staring at me again and I manage to flicker a small smile at him, the whole time all I can feel is your swollen cock throbbing inside me. I'm sweating and trying not to shake. My palms and the backs of my knees are damp. This is torture. Amazing torture. I turn slightly back to look at you and we lock eyes. You don't have to say anything. I get the plan. As soon as the band begins their next set, I lift off your cock, letting it slide out and flop on your leg. You scramble to stuff it back in your pants as lube starts involuntarily trickling out my stretched asshole. I lean forward to grab a napkin on the table and pass it back to you. It's easier for our friends not to notice you pressing the napkin up against my asshole and holding it in place, stemming the flow. It's awkward but it's better than having me leak lube down the front of your jeans betraying our secret. You wedge the napkin in my ass crack and then pat my bum to signal me to get up. I grab my bag and walk quickly and purposefully towards the back hallway of the club. You follow. This is the best place not to get caught, as the bathrooms all have stalls. Some of the bartenders park their bikes in the hallway, but people rarely come in other than that. We stake out an empty spot under the stairs away from the door. My bag drops to the floor and we're both trembling and sweating as you grab me around my waist from behind. You're still breathing heavy but you don't waste any time. I feel your palm in the middle off my back bending me over, and then you lift my skirt up baring my naked ass. You quickly wipe my asshole with the saturated cocktail napkin and throw it to the floor. My knees feel like buckling so I grip onto the bottom of the stairs above our heads for support as I hear you spit on your hand and lube up your cock quickly before more lube drips out of my ass. We are just barely in private and while unlikely, anyone could open the door or walk down the stairs and catch us. I feel the head of your cock finding my asshole again and then you thrust into my dialated hole in one go and let out an animal grunt. Your body slaps against my ass as you grip my hips and fuck me hard from behind. I can hear the squishing noises of the lube in my ass being displaced by your hard cock, over your animalistic grunts. I want to touch my clit but I'm afraid I will fall if I let go of the stairs, so I keep my hands gripped tight where they are as you pound away at my tight ass. Your pace gets quicker and quicker and I can imagine that intense serious look you get on your face when you're fucking me. "I'm cumming" you groan, and then I whimper, feeling your cock spurting blast after blast of hot cum deep in my asshole. That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I let out a moan as I cum, my whole pussy spasming. All of a sudden, your hand is over my mouth, muffling my moan, as we hear footsteps coming down the stairs above us. You hold still in my ass, my contracting hole still milking your cock gently, as a busboy walks past the staircase and through the back door. He doesn't see us. We both exhale. You kiss the back of my neck and pull your shrinking cock out of my dripping hole. I can still barely move. "Stay there a sec, baby" you say, as if I had a choice. You reach into my purse and fish out the butt plug. You insert it in my ass and hold it in place while my swollen asshole closes around it, gripping it tight. You pat my ass and helps me up. We can't help but giggle. Your serious face is gone and now you look like the cat that got the canary. You kiss me and pinch my ass cheek affectionately. "We should get back" I say. You grab my bag and we head for the door. My asshole is filled with your cum. Later, I know you'll want to lick my ass, tasting your load as it drips out of my tight hole, but that will have to wait. For now, it has to be our dirty little secret. Our Dirty Secret Ch. 02 ***This is the companion piece of a two-part story. To read the first part go to: http://www.literotica.com/s/our-dirty-secret *** Thanks for reading! --------------------------------------------- "Fuck, that was so hot." You grab me from behind before I barely have a chance to get the apartment door unlocked. You're rubbing my ass through the thin material of my skirt. I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. "Oh my God, Baby, do you know how fucking hot you make me?" you whisper in my ear. I groan as your hands find my fleshy tits and squeeze them. It's almost physically painful but I pull myself away for a second to shut the door. You moan in protest. "Just let me shut the door..." I laugh as you pull off my coat and pull me to you by my hips. "Let them see... let all the neighbors see... I don't care if they watch us." After what we just did, you kind of have a point. I just manage to get the door shut before you pull me to you again from behind and start kissing my neck and biting my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. You reach under my shirt, pushing my bra up, not even bothering to unhook it, and help yourself to two big handfuls of tit. I can feel my clit throb as you tug on my nips, pulling them into little points, and rake your teeth across my earlobe. Your breath is hot against my neck. "Did you like that? Being my little buttslut? You like having me fuck you in your asshole in front of my friends?" Oh boy. When you start talking dirty to me, I know I'm in for wild night. I'm practically panting as you grab a big fistful of my black curls and yank me to the wall, bending me over and making me brace my arms against the wall for support. "Spread your legs." I almost giggle to myself, marveling at the fact that you are normally such a sweet, polite, mild-mannered guy: no one would ever guess that the prospect of fucking my butt turns you into such a dominant, dirty, wild man. You pull my skirt up over my back, revealing my bare ass. Other than a pair of boots and thigh highs, I'm naked from the waist down. You crouch down so your face is level with my ass, and spread my buttcheeks open with your big hands. The butt plug is still in place, lodged between my cheeks, and as you pull the skin taut I can feel my asshole contracting and pulsing around the plug, almost like a mouth sucking on a pacifier. "Oh fuck," you moan, and I can feel your hot breath against my pussy lips. I can feel you licking around the plug in my asshole, as you tease my clit with the length of your finger, snaking it back and forth between my lips. It's my turn to moan as I feel your tongue dip lower, sucking and licking my big split peach like a wildman. I love it when you eat my pussy from behind. "Oh God, yes, eat that pussy," I groan. I can hear you sucking and slurping obscenely as you go back and forth between munching my wet box from behind and teasing my asshole with your tongue. "Mmmmmmmmm" you moan with your mouth pressed into my puss. I can feel the vibrations in my clit, and my juices are just dripping onto your face. Between the lube, your cum, and the butt plug, my ass feels incredibly full. Each time you circle my butthole with your tongue it's like torture. "You like coming in my asshole, baby?" I ask you, playing the memory over in my head, thinking about how it felt to hear you grunt as your hot cream flooded my bowels, making me drip. You groan again. "You like pumping your hot cum up my butt?" "Yes, baby," you moan lifting your face out of my spread ass, "it was so fucking hot." "So you want to do it again?" I tease, "Or you wanna suck your cum out of my asshole first?" I know how much sucking and licking your own cream from my freshly fucked hole turns you on. You get up quickly, and pull me with you over to the bed. Before I can even say anything, you press me against the wrought iron footboard, kissing me deeply. I can taste my pussy all over your lips and tongue, as you kiss and lick my lips, driving me crazy. I unbutton your shirt and pull it off of you while we kiss, letting it fall to the floor. I pull off my top as you unhook my bra, letting my 38D tits swing free. You quickly lick each nipple, leaving them puffy and wet with your spit, then kick off your shoes as I push my skirt down over my hips and step out of it. I'm still wearing my thigh highs and my boots, and you're still wearing your jeans, as you break away from me and go to lie on the bed. "Come on, baby. Come sit on my face." I giggle as I climb up on the bed, my big boobs bouncing, naked except for my boots and stockings. I straddle your chest facing your feet and squat down, my pussy over your face, teasing you with the sight of the plug winking between my cheeks. You grab my wide hips and pull my ass to your face, and I have to grip your thighs for balance. You press your face up into my split groove again, squeezing and jiggling my fleshy ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them together with your hands. My bare puffy pussy lips are wet with your spit and my cum, and they slide over your mouth and nose. I gyrate my hips slowly, grinding my whole pussy into your lips and chin, your nose practically pressing the buttplug further into my asshole. You flick your tongue back and forth quickly, trilling it over my clit and that's all it takes: I lose it and practically scream in orgasm. "Yes, baby, yesss... that's it cum for me," you say as I feel my asshole contracting with my pussy, almost pushing the plug out as I cum. You wait for me to come down before pushing my hips up, as I fall forward on my hands and knees. You sit up a little, your face level with my ass, running your hands over my cheeks, tapping them playfully as you stare at the object of your obsession between them. You sit up completely, and place one of your hands in the middle of my back, forcing me down. I'm on my knees, still straddling your chest, but my butt is in the air and my head is resting on your crotch. Only a thin layer of denim separates your hard cock from my face. I try to unbuckle your jeans. "No. Leave it." you say. "Keep your head down." "Please, Baby?" I whimper. "I wanna suck your cock so bad and you know it. You're gonna make me wait for it, aren't you?" "I said, ass in the air, head down. Good. Oh that's beautiful." I feel your fingers brush across the butt plug. You tug on it just a little then let go. My butt sucks it back in. You do it again, tugging on it just a little, teasing my hole, and when you let go, my butthole pulls it back again. You continue this tug of war with my asshole, tugging on it gently and letting it get sucked back in, until it feels like you're gently fucking my hole with the butt plug. All of a sudden, you pull the plug out with a pop. All the built up air inside my butt escapes with a pphhhhbbbtttt, sounding like a deflating balloon, leaving my poor stretched asshole gaping open. I feel a huge glob of your creamy spunk drip out of my dilated butthole and run down my dripping cunt. "Oh fffuuuuck," you groan, and then lap at my split like a hungry dog, catching your cum as it continues to drip out of my helpless asshole and down my pussy. I feel your cock get even harder as I rest the side of my face against it. And very soon my asshole starts to flutter and close up again, I feel you seal your lips over my asshole, sucking gently. It feels amazing. "Spread your cheeks for me, baby. Hold them open," you tell me. With my head down and my ass still in the air, I reach behind me with both hands, pulling my butt cheeks open as you continue you rim my asshole like a man possessed. "You have so much cum in your asshole..." you groan, sucking on my butt. "Show me, I wanna see," I say. I've always wanted you to take a picture after coming up my ass so I can see what it looks like. "In a sec," he says, "try to push some out for me." I push out with my muscles a little and feel my sphincter open up slightly. Some more liquid escapes with a little fart sound and you lap it up. "That's so hot..." you moan. I've never fully understood why licking your load out of my freshly-fucked butt drives you so crazy. Every other man I've had anal sex with always was fine letting me handle the clean-up. After my first boyfriend would bone me in the butt, he would pass out and I would sit on the toilet for twenty minutes, waiting, bored, while his thick cum leaked out of my shitter. So while strange, I don't mind your letch for tasting your own jism from my ass. It's definitely more fun this way. "Uggnnnh," I grunt as I push my asshole out again, and fart some more of your spunk onto your waiting tongue. You slurp and suck at my pussy and asshole like it's your last meal, as I push load after load out and into your mouth. Just when I think I have nothing left, you push me up and roll over. "Get on your knees," you say and unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your slim hips to the floor. Your long hard cock springs free and slaps against your stomach. I kneel on the floor as you walk around to the side of the bed. I reach for your gorgeous cock and slide my lips down the shaft, sucking and licking it for all I'm worth. "That's it. Get it nice and wet." You groan as I take just the head into my mouth and suck, then take the entire length drooling my spit down the shaft. Some of my friends don't really get us as a couple, I guess they think we're a funny pair because I'm so curvy, and you're so lanky and tall, but I couldn't care less. Besides, none of them have seen your cock. It's like the most perfect cock I've ever seen: long and hard and curved slightly up, with a pronounced puffy head. It feels amazing in all my holes, but it's not so big that I can't handle it. I slurp happily, bobbing my head up and down on your cock, as you grab a big fistful of my hair, forcing me to look up as you smile down at me. "Hands and knees" is all you have to say to me and I quickly pull myself back up on the bed and wait for you patiently on my hands and knees. You grab your phone out of your jeans and the bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer and get on your knees behind me. "Holy fuck, baby, your ass would give a dead man a hard-on." I hear you click open the top of the lube bottle then feel cool liquid running down my ass crack as you drip the contents onto my upturned ass. You click the bottle closed again then toss it on the bed, and use your dick to spread the lube around my bunghole. I can feel the ridge of your dickhead as you slide it over my hole, getting us both slippery and hotter by the second. You tap the head of your cock against my asshole, like you're knocking on a door, then slide it back and below. You glide your dick between my pussy lips, fitting it like a hot dog in a bun, and start sawing your wet dick back and forth between my puffy lips. Then you slide it back up and between my buttcheeks, tapping your dick against my asshole again for good measure. You do this a few times before I start groaning and writhing. "Baby, please, you're torturing me," I moan. "You want me to fuck your butt?" you say. "Pleeeease." "Then say it." "Please baby, please, I want you to fuck my butt!" You grab your dick and wedge the head into my tight asshole. "Hold still," you say. I hear you reach for your phone then the sound of the camera clicking away. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm taking some pictures for you. I thought you wanted to see your hot ass wrapped around my cock." You press your dick against my asshole until it gives way, and you slide further in. "You all the way in?" I ask, knowing the answer already. "No, not yet. a few more inches. Open your ass up for me. That's a girl..." My butthole flowers open some more and I groan as you sink in balls deep. You click some more pictures of your cock buried up to the hilt in my ass, as I adjust to the sheer size of your dick in my tight hole. My butt feels stuffed full. I feel like I sat on a parking cone. Your dick is much larger than the plug and no matter how many times you bugger me, it still takes some getting used to. I'm panting and sweating, getting used to the intense feeling of your huge cock up my shitter, when I feel you grab my hips with both hands and begin slowly sawing in and out of my butt. I grit my teeth. Between all that lube and whatever cum is left in my ass, you glide pretty easily as you start humping my butt. I hear myself grunting as your dick saws in and out of my stretched hole, it's like an out of body experience. "Play with your pussy," you instruct me, and I reach my hand back between my legs and start diddling my clit. "Mmmmmmnnn..." I sigh, as I happily strum my fingers over my throbbing, swollen clit. I reach further back between my legs and tug on your heavy balls, feel around your shaft as it slides in and out of my anus. My pussy is practically dripping with spit and cum and it's getting your balls wet every time your cock hits home. In no time, I start humping my ass back against you, as our motions quicken and intensify. "You ready? Cause I'm gonna pound that ass," you whisper through gritted teeth. You pull your hips back, pulling your cock out halfway, and then push it back in hard and quick, as you start humping me faster and faster. Your heavy balls start to swing as you fuck my butt, and I feel them slapping against my wet pussy over and over again as you continue to pound my ass. I have to take my hand off my clit and steady myself as your hips slap into my butt, my tight asshole gaping from your battering dick's assault. We're both sweaty and grunting, and with every thrust, your thick pounding cock forces air up my butt making lewd squelching noises as you fuck away. The sounds of our animalistic fucking overwhelm me: the sound of the bed creaking, your grunting, my moaning, your hips bucking against my fleshy ass, your swinging balls slapping against my wet pussy, and my butt helplessly farting and squelching around your pistoning cock. You grab a huge handful of my hair and pull on it like reins as if you're riding a horse, while you continue to brutally pound my upturned ass. I feel like a bitch in heat being fucked by a championship stud. "You like me fucking your tight ass, baby?" you moan into my ear. "You love it, don't you? You love it when I ride your ass." "I do. I do love it. Ride that ass..." I hear a loud smack as your hand makes contact with my fleshy ass. I feel a slight sting as you continue slapping each of my buttcheeks, back and forth, making them jiggle while you ride me. You know how it drives me crazy when you spank my ass. "Oh, shit, baby, I'm gonna cum soon," you moan. "You want it up your asshole?" "Yessss... pump all that hot cum up my shitter," I beg you. My ass and my pussy are on fire. You reach down underneath me to palm my dangling dugs, rolling the nipples between your fingers. Your cum-filled balls are still smacking my wet pussy over and over. "Baby, I'm gonna cream your asshole so good you're gonna be shitting my cum for days." That pushes me over the edge: I moan and cum, almost blacking out from pleasure, my pussy and asshole spasming. You tug on my swollen teats while giving my ass a few final pumps, then pause as you spurt your warm jizz deep into my bowels, over and over again, flooding my tight ass with your hot cream. You groan and shudder against me, and we collapse on the bed, you on top of me, your cock still buried in my ass. "Oh my God, that was amazing," I sigh, totally spent and filled with cum. "Hold on, baby, one more thing," you say, as you pull me up on my knees again, "keep your ass in the air for a sec." "What are you doing back there?" I ask, as you reach for your phone. "You'll see..." you say. You pull your softening cock out of my sore asshole with a slurp. It's amazing how empty I feel all of a sudden as the cold air hits my open ass. I hear you clicking away behind me, taking pictures of my used asshole, as I kneel patiently. I feel your cum spilling out of my stretched hole but I can't stop it from dripping down my pussy and onto the bed. I hear a few more clicks and then a moan as you start tonguing my poor abused butthole in earnest. Your tongue is like balm to my sensitive flesh. "Here, look," you say as you pass me your phone, then continue to rim my ass for all you're worth. I scan through the pictures you took: your dick wedged between my buns, the fat head poking into my hole, then my asshole swallowing your entire cock up to the balls. My breath catches in my throat as I come to the last few pictures, they're so hot. I can see my dilated hole gaping open, brimming with cum, my ass cheeks bright red from the spanking you gave me. And then a second shot, your white spunk dripping from my stretched butthole and down my cunny, coating the pink lips like a thick layer of paint. I can't believe it's possible but between the pictures of my gaping asshole dripping cum, the feeling of your tongue between my pussy lips and sound of you lapping and sucking at my spread ass, I come again, really hard. I moan and shudder as liquid gushes from my cunt, wetting your face and the bed. "Holy fuck," you say, "That was so hot." You move up to kiss me. I'm still trembling but you hold me while I come down, and I lick my sweet cum off your face. You laugh. "Wow, all of that activity has made me starving," you say. "You want a sandwich?" And just like that you're back to your normal, mild-mannered self. I laugh to myself as you innocently walk into the kitchen, naked and smiling, and pour yourself a glass of milk. All of your friends may know you as a calm, easy-going, fairly innocent guy, but I've seen both sides of you. Don't worry, your dirty little secret is safe with me. Our Dirty Secret Exposed ** This is the third story in the "Our Dirty Secret" series and it is longer and more comprehensive than the first two. However, this story can stand alone and you don't need to have read the other stories to appreciate this one. The story is listed under "erotic couplings" and not "Anal" as it expands upon many aspects of Gavin & Melia's sex life, including anal sex, masturbation, vaginal sex, blow jobs, cunnilingus, rimming, squirting, creampies, butt plugs, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, felching and some cum farting action. For more specifically anal play-centered stories featuring this couple, check out "Our Dirty Secret" Chapters 1 and 2 ** http://www.literotica.com/s/our-dirty-secret http://www.literotica.com/s/our-dirty-secret-ch-02 I'm open to constructive feedback and story requests, and if you like my story please feel free to give it a high rating. Thanks for reading! ------------------------------------- We forgot to close the curtains before we passed out after our marathon fuckfest last night, and that fact is made all too obvious by the bright summer sunlight streaming in through the window. I yawn and squint as your sleeping form comes into focus. Your shaggy hair is a mess and your long limbs are tangled around me. Your even breathing suggests you are immune to the harsh sunlight. I snuggle my naked body against you, and am immediately made aware of your long hard cock resting against my ass. Well, I giggle to myself, not all of you is asleep. I shift a little, opening my legs, and position your cock so it's nestled between my pussy lips. I squeeze my thighs together and rock my hips ever so slightly back and forth. The head of your cock bumps up against my clit and I moan in pleasure. I can feel the pronounced ridge rubbing my swollen little button as I slowly rock back and forth against you. "Mmmmmmmmm good morning," you say wrapping your long arms around me and snuggling your face into my tangled black curls. "What are you up to, you naughty girl?" "Me and your spectacular morning wood were just having a little fun..." I smile mischievously and keep lazily masturbating myself with your dick. "Oh really...?" you laugh. "Am I invited to this fun too?" I giggle and roll over. "I'll let you know," I say, and crawl between your legs. I pull the sheet all the way down and am rewarded by the mouth-watering sight of your gorgeous hard cock springing into view from under the sheet, the head already leaking pre-cum. "Excellent," you reply, smiling a satisfied little grin. You watch me as I crawl slowly up to your cock, and grasp it in my hand. I grip your dick and press it back against your stomach, letting your heavy nutsack pop up into view. I look up at you and then lower my lips to your swollen balls and begin licking them, then sucking each one into my warm mouth. I pull my lips off your testicles with a little pop and smile up at you. "Oh, fuck... Melia..." you moan. Still gripping your hard cock in my fist, I pool some spit in my mouth and drool it over your balls, and then start slowly sliding my fist up and down your cock, lubing the shaft with my spit. I continue jacking your cock as I lower my wet lips to the head and start to suckle on it. You take in a sharp breath. I plunge my head down taking in as much of your long cock into my mouth as I can, then pull back and swirl my wet tongue around the spongy head of your dick. You sit up, leaning your back against the antique iron headboard, watching me as I greedily slurp and suck on your perfect cock. You run your fingers through my hair and then gather some in your fist, pulling my hair gently as you hump your hips upward, fucking my face. I moan around your cock as it slides in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes, I lift my head up off your cock, the thick shaft shiny and wet with spit, a string of saliva stretching from my pouty lips to the tip of your cock as I gaze into your eyes. I lick the precum that's oozing out of the red plum-shaped head of your swollen dick, savoring the heady taste on my tongue. You smile and beckon to me with your finger. "Come up here, baby." I crawl up to you but instead of bringing my face to yours, I grip the iron headboard and pull myself up to standing, my feet straddling your hips, my naked pink pussy lips inches from your face. "You wanna give me a kiss, Gavin?" You lean in, grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and pull my hairless split to your face, then plant a kiss on each pouty pussy lip. You snake your tongue in between my cuntlips and lick upwards towards my clit in one long slow stroke. I shiver and feel my knees go weak. I grip the headboard for support. You grip the base of your cock with your fist and start tugging on it slowly, your purple cockhead oozing, as you continue to french kiss my wet twat, parting my lips and suckling on my swollen pink nub until I squeal. "Now stop teasing me and sit that pretty pussy down on my dick," you tell me, holding your long shaft upright in offering. I'm all too happy to oblige. I squat down over your cock, still gripping the iron bars with one hand for support. With my other fingers I part the lips of my pink cunny and slowly impale myself on your slippery dick. "Uunnnngh," I groan, as I feel the head of your cock pushing into my tight pussy. The spasming mouth of my vagina makes a tight ring around the base of your cock as you bottom out inside me. I feel your balls pressing against my asshole. I hear you exhale sharply as we both adjust to the intense sensation of your rock hard dick buried in my warm tight cunt. I lean in to kiss you as I wiggle my ass in your lap. You smack my buttcheeks playfully then squeeze and jiggle them around your dick, which is still lodged tightly up to the hilt. "Bounce on my dick, baby," you say with a grin. Still squatting on your throbbing cock, I begin to move up and down, sliding your dick in and out of my wet twat. You grab my hips as I ride you, and begin pulling me up and down at a faster pace, bouncing me on your thick cock. Smack, smack, smack, smack. My titties are bouncing and my asscheeks slap your thighs, as you start pounding my pussy from below, impaling my body on your oozing dick. You let go of my hips and grab my bouncing boobs, sucking and licking my swollen nipples as I continue to bounce up and down, riding your cock like a bucking bronco. Each time I slide down your dick it presses against the front wall of my vagina, the head pushing and rubbing against my g-spot. My whole pussy is in ecstasy. You lick your fingers and part my pussy lips, watching your slippery dick saw in and out of my tight cunny. As you continue to watch intently, you begin rubbing my clit in steady circles. The pleasure is almost too intense. You watch me pant and groan, as I feel the telltale pressure building up. You read it on my face, sense it coming. "Ooohhhhhh God," I moan, "Gav, I'm gonna cuummm... Uuuhhhhhhh..." My pussy clenches and spasms out of control and I can feel the room spinning. You catch my hips as I'm lifting them off of your dick and hold them steady as your swollen cock head pops out of my clenching pussy. As soon as you pull out I feel hot liquid gushing out of my spasming fuckhole, squirting three, four, five times all over your stomach, wetting your whole crotch as I scream in orgasm. You hold me as my shaking and trembling subside. My pussy is still spasming and dripping, as you lay me back and stretch out on top of me. "You okay?" you ask, brushing the sweaty curls off of my face. "Yeah," I reply, "thank you." "No, thank YOU," you smirk at me, "that was fucking hot." You move so you're lying between my legs and I feel your soaking pubic hair as it wets my bare trembling pussy mound. "Oh my God, did I do that?" I ask, reaching my hand down to feel your drenched cock. "Yup," you smile at me. You reach down between my spread legs and push the head of your cock between my pussy lips, lodging it right at the entrance of my still spasming hole. "What are you up to now?" I say, raising my eyebrow at you. "I'm gonna nut in your sloppy pussy," you smile and thrust your drooling cock inside me in one go. As you begin humping me, your dick is so thick and swollen it feels like you're splitting me open with each thrust. I open my legs wide letting you stretch and pound my wide-open hole. As your dick slides in and out, I feel little residual drops of liquid squirt out around your dick, dripping out of my pussy onto your swollen nut sack. "Ungh, ungh, ungh" you grunt as you pump your dick in and out of my cunt, my pussy spasming and squelching around your pistoning prick, your balls flecked with my wet cum. I wrap my legs around your back as you get up on your knees and start fucking me hard and fast, your heavy balls slapping against my asshole. As you pump my pussy I reach around and grab your buttcheeks, and worm my finger into your asshole as you spread your legs to grant me access. I finger your tight hole for a few seconds and then press down into your prostate, sending you over the edge. "Oh God, here it comes," you groan, and then push deep, holding your cock at the mouth of my womb, shivering as your seed spurts into my sloppy cunt. I squeeze my pussy muscles, milking your cock as it pulses and rhythmically squirts its sperm. "Mmmmmm" you moan contentedly, and pull your softening cock out of my drooling twat, your sticky load spilling out with it. You run a finger between my swollen cunt lips, spreading your jism over my delicate folds, painting it over my clit as you trace it with your finger. Then, in one fluid motion, you push my knees up to my chest and part the lips of my clam with your thumbs, opening me up for your tongue. I rest my feet on your shoulders as you go to town, licking and sucking your load out of my creamy pussy. Your tongue snakes deeper into my opening and I begin to rub my clit happily, sighing with pleasure, as I listen to you munch away, slurping and lapping at my box. Every couple of minutes I push out with my pelvic muscles and a little more of your creamy spunk bubbles out of my fuckhole, and you lap it up, sucking my delicate inner lips into your mouth, licking my pussy out with your expert tongue. I feel myself getting closer to orgasm as you lick the last of your load out of my tight taco. You smile, watching me diddle my swollen clit, and then push my legs back even further into my chest, exposing my anus, still wet with my pussy juices. As I play with my clit, I watch you begin to tongue my asshole, rimming my tight little pucker and licking the sweet cum from between asscheeks. You spread my buttcheeks open with your hands and start stabbing your tongue into my tight rosebud. It just takes a minute or so of you tongue fucking my butthole before I begin bucking and cumming, my thighs clenching around your head, my pussy squirting and spasming, splashing your face and tongue with my cum. We both collapse, you lying with your head propped up on my open thighs, completely spent and satiated. After a few minutes, you look up at me and smile. "So, how do you feel about breakfast?" *********** I'm just rinsing off the breakfast dishes when I hear you call out to me from the other room. "Oh, hey Mel, don't forget that Rob is going to stop by later to drop off his stuff." You walk into the kitchen buttoning your shirt, "You're gonna be here to let him in, right baby?" I sigh. I totally forgot that your college roommate was staying with us this weekend. Our cozy New York apartment is not the biggest, and there's not a ton of privacy when we have house guests. In fact, our bedroom was probably once some kind of sitting room because it doesn't even have a proper door, just two glass french doors. We've draped sheer curtains over the clear glass panes, but they're basically just for show as you can practically see through them anyway. Needless to say, our wild sex life has to go on the back burner every time one of our friends stays over. I don't begrudge you having Rob stay on our couch, because I know it's rare that you guys get to see each other since he moved to the West Coast, but still, it'll be tough making it through the next two days without fucking you silly. "Why you pouting, pouty?" you tease me, sticking your lip out and then lean in to give me a wet kiss. I almost don't say anything. I can tell you're really excited that your old college buddy is coming to town, and I don't want to spoil it. I pull you to me and wrap my arms around your neck, you stand between my legs as I lean against the kitchen counter. I look up into your brown eyes and sigh heavily. "It's nothing... I'm just a little sad because you know what it means when we have guests..." "Yup. It means there's a person sleeping in our living room." you whisper in a silly voice pressing your forehead into mine, obviously playing dumb. "Gavin!" I groan, pushing on your chest. "Don't play dumb..." "Oh, hmmmm... You're sad because you have to share the bathroom? Or you're worried he's going to eat all of our food? Or..." "You're seriously going to make me say it." "Uh huh," you nod your head mischievously, "I wanna hear you say it. You're sad because you want my hard cock inside you at all times." "You jerkface," I tease you. I screw up my face and pretend to punch you in the gut, which turns into tickling your lanky torso. You start giggling like an idiot. "It's true! You want me to plug all your holes with my hard knob and you don't wanna share me." You're gloating but you're right. I can't help but crack a smile. "It is true," I say, "Guilty as charged. It just sucks because I hate to spend an entire weekend not fucking your brains out." You lean in and kiss me in earnest, your tongue snaking between my lips. After a minute or so, you pull your head away with a little growl, sucking my bottom lip between yours. I could curse you for teasing me like this. I can feel my pussy getting wet all the way through my jeans. "I don't see why fucking our brains out would be a problem..." you say mysteriously. "Um, it's kind of a problem if your friend is here," I state dryly. "I guess what I'm saying is, I can say from experience, that I don't think Rob would mind that so much..." I raise my eyebrow at you. "What, have you like, done this before or something? You and Rob have some kind of kinky double-teaming situation in college?" "Weellllll... kinda. Not really a double-team thing. Rob is more of a watcher than a do-er if you catch my drift." I think about all of the stories you've told me about your crazy adventures in college, and I guess that makes sense. In all the tales of your wild hijinks, Rob is more of a sidekick than a leading man. Apparently, there are some kinky things from your past you have definitely not told me yet. "What does that mean... exactly?" "Well, Rob is a great guy, but he can be a little... awkward. He was super clueless about sex and women when he came to college, like I think maybe he had kissed a girl, once. That's it. All of this sort of came out this one time when he walked in on me freshman year, eating out this girl from my writing class. I must have had my face buried in her pussy for like five minutes before I even noticed him standing there. He had like no idea what was what when it came to getting women off. So I'd let him watch sometimes." You shrug at me, like this is a totally normal thing to do. "He would just... watch you... fuck... girls?" I ask, totally mystified by this whole development. "It was perfectly innocent, nothing that wouldn't happen in any college dorm room. I mean, like sometimes, I'd have a girl stay the night and Rob would just pretend to be sleeping in his twin bed while we fucked." "Um, but how could he watch you?" "You know I'm kind of a talker..." "Kind of?" I smirk. Your filthy talk and bossiness during sex is one of the things I love about you. "Well, a lot of that started for him so he could hear what I was doing. You know, like 'spread your lips for me,' 'pinch your nipples,' 'I'm gonna cum on your tits.' Most of the time, I'd be giving instructions so he knew what was going on. I mean I never really had to tell Jessica to 'tongue my balls' or 'spread her cheeks', she was all too happy to do that anyway. It was mostly for Rob's benefit. And it was kinda hot..." "So the fact that you became a totally perverted dirty talker is Rob's fault?" I tease you, playfully poking your ribs. "Ehhhh... I like to think I'm naturally talented, but it definitely got me in the habit. Now I just do it for fun." "And it is very fun," I say, giving you a kiss. You pull me to you and swirl your tongue over my lips. I break away. "So wait a minute, did these girls know that this was going on?" I ask. "Not... necessarily," you start. "Gavin! That's awful!" "Hear me out: First of all, all of the girls I hooked up with knew he was in the room and just thought he was sleeping. And the only one we had a different arrangement with was Jessica, my ex. Jess was the first girl I dated who actually loved getting buttfucked, so I was all over that--" "I'm sure you were..." I smirk. "She used to come over sometimes after class, and a couple of times I let him know in advance and he would hide while I fucked her in the ass on my desk. He could see my desk perfectly from the closet. But the thing is, I think Jess knew. And I think it secretly turned her on. Because every time we had one of our 'desk sessions' she was like super vocal, really talking dirty and turning her ass towards the closet door, and she didn't do that when we would fuck in her room." "Did you tell her he was in the closet?" "I alluded to it... Besides, it was kind of hard to ignore: you could sort of hear him every so often moaning softly from the closet and I'm sure he was jerking off while he watched us." My mouth gapes open a bit as I stare at you incredulously. I'm surprised, sure, but honestly, for knowing you as long as I have, I'm not shocked. Besides fucking a girl in her tight, fleshy ass, and licking your sperm out of her various used holes, nothing turns you on more than the prospect of being watched while doing both those things. Well, well... my boyfriend: the exhibitionist. "So... let me get this straight," I say narrowing my eyes at you, "So basically what you're saying is, if we have some fun this weekend while Rob's here..." "...He won't mind in the least. Trust me." You lean in and kiss my forehead. You look down at me, "Unless, you mind..." "Well, I mean, it's a bit weird... right?" I ask as you start kissing and nuzzling my neck. "You liked it when I fucked your ass in the club last week," you say, running your fingers over the seam of my ass. "But no one knew it was happening... it was our secret," I say. I feel totally uninhibited around you, sure, but I'd probably be really embarrassed doing some of the things we do if I knew someone else was watching us. You just have this way of making some totally depraved, perverted acts seem perfectly normal. "Yeah, but you loved it," you say. And grin at me. "You are a total pervert," I say, laughing, as I turn around to finish rinsing the dishes. "What did you say?" you demand, in a mock-domineering voice, grabbing my arms. "You are a pervert," I say over my shoulder, laughing and twisting away from you. "I'll show you who's perverted," you boast. "Bend over." "Babe, no, I'm--" You grab my pants by the waistband and in one deft move, pull them down to my ankles, taking my panties with them, baring my naked ass. Your voice is calm but dead serious as you lean into me and whisper in my ear. Our Dirty Secret Exposed "Bend. Over." I obediently bend over the kitchen counter, leaving my asshole and pussy totally open to your gaze. I feel your hand reach between my legs and rub your fingers along the wet split of my meaty gash, lubing your fingers with my juices. After a few seconds you run your wet fingers back between the fleshy cheeks of my upturned ass, seeking out the tight knot of my asshole with your probing digits. You run your sticky fingertips lightly over my crinkled rosebud, teasing it with your fingers, then without warning, you plunge your first two fingers into my tight rectum, forcing them past the pulsating ring of my sphincter. "UUnnnnnngggh," I grunt, overwhelmed by the feeling of your probing fingers in my butt. I'm no stranger to taking it up the ass, but the sudden intrusion of your fingers up my shitter is really intense and makes me a bit weak in the knees. Slowly you start fucking my tiny hole with your fingers, opening me up. The muscles in my ass clamp down on your fingers as they slide in and out. My pussy is dripping, wetting my inner thighs as you continue your assault on my tight butthole. I feel you lean into me, your hot breath on my neck. "I may be a pervert, baby, but you fucking love it." You continue to pump your fingers in and out of my hole, dragging my tender insides with them. My pussy is juicing like crazy. "You love it when I fuck you up the ass. You pant and howl like a bitch in heat when I pound your butthole, and we both know it. Even now, you're humping your greedy asshole onto my fingers. I know I can open up this slutty hole any time I want to and you will love it." You withdraw your fingers and all of a sudden my asshole seems empty and loose by comparison. "You love being my butt slut." I'm just about to concede defeat and beg you to please just fuck my ass right there over the kitchen counter, when I feel you turn to leave the room. "You stay right there. Don't you move." A scant thirty seconds later you're back with my butt plug and the bottle of lube. You sit at the kitchen table. "Come here," you say and beckon to me with your finger. I shuffle towards you, my panties and jeans around my ankles, and you grab me firmly and pull me over your lap. I hear the sound of the lube cap clicking open. I'm bent over your knees, my naked ass in the air and totally vulnerable. My panties are around my ankles as I try to steady my hands on the floor for support. All of a sudden I feel your fingers parting my round cheeks exposing my anus, then I gasp as I feel the cool wet lube drip down into my bull's eye. You use your fingers to lube up my dilated hole, massaging my rosebud with a few clockwise circles then stop. I gasp as I feel you wedge the fat buttplug into the pouting opening of my lubed asshole and begin to push against the tight ring of muscles. You butt it up against my sphincter a couple of times, fucking it into the wet barrier, until the muscles give way and I feel the lubed up plug suction into my slippery chute, sealing my butthole. You press it firmly, lodging it in place. "Now, I've plugged up this little asshole because I have to go to work, and I don't have time right now to give it the proper fucking it needs," you inform me, your hand running over my asscheeks, "however, you're gonna keep that plug in all day and think about what I'm gonna do to your poor butt later when that sucker comes out." You bring your palm down on my bottom with a resounding slap, making the mounds of flesh jiggle, and leaving a big red handprint on my asscheek. You spank me soundly over your lap for a full minute. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as you smack my poor bottom, the cheeks stinging and reddening with each hard spank, but my pussy is juicing like mad. Then you stop. I am very aware of the plug filling my asshole between the stinging red cheeks of my poor punished bottom. "So you going to do as I tell you and keep that asshole stretched open for me, ready to be pounded like an obedient little butt slut?" you ask, your fingers sliding into my wet split, rubbing my juicy pussy. "Yes," I promise, "my ass is all yours." "Good girl," you say, and let me up. I rub my bright crimson bottom, my pants still around my ankles as you get up and grab your coat. "Have a good day, baby," you say and kiss my cheek, "Remember, Rob should be here by three." You kiss me one more time and pinch my sore asscheek, winking at me before heading out the door and off to work. I bend down slowly and pull my panties back up and button my jeans. As I walk to the desk to get to work, I feel the hard plug lodged in my hole and sigh. It's going to be a long morning. ********** Being a writer means I can work from home, and usually I get right to work after you leave for your job, but all of my attempts to sit down and write this morning have been totally fruitless. Every time I sit in my chair and try to write, I can feel that buttplug lodged in my asshole, and it is driving me to distraction. I maybe write one or two sentences and then feel the overwhelming urge to slip my hands down the waistband of my pants and rub my puffy mound. Thank God it's Friday because this day is a total bust. Exasperated, I get up from my computer and decide I might as well straighten up the apartment for our guest. We keep the place relatively clean, so there's not much to do. I'm picking my panties and your boxers off the floor of our room, and I smirk, remembering how we were in such a rush to fuck when we got home last night, if I found my bra dangling from the light fixtures in the ceiling I wouldn't be surprised. I'm just playing our steamy morning sex session over in my head, my pussy juicing as I think about how you made me cum so hard with your battering cock, wet tongue and strong fingers, when I remember that I have to change the sheets. "Oh, shit," I say to myself, as I peel back the sheets and study the big wet stain in the center of our bed. Well, it was totally worth it. I don't squirt like that all the time, and if cumming that hard means I have to wash our sheets every day, it would still be worth it. I pull the sodden sheets and the mattress pad off the bed, throw them into the laundry basket, and grab my keys and some quarters. I trudge downstairs to the basement laundry room, still aware of the buttplug buried squarely in my asshole. The laundry room in our building is empty as I load our soiled bedding into one of the empty washing machines, pour in the detergent, and start the cycle. I love doing our laundry during the day as there's a pretty good chance of finding an available machine. But there's always someone doing their washing no matter what time of day, as evidenced by the other washer, humming and whirring away. This gives me an idea. The basement of our building and it's laundry room are pretty sketchy, which is pretty typical for a New York apartment building. It looks a little more like a set from Law & Order SVU than a room where things get cleaned: needless to say, it's not a place I like to hang out. Normally, I'd just load in our laundry and then go back upstairs to work, coming down when the cycle is over. But now, my asshole throbbing around the plastic plug, my pussy dripping in anticipation, I decide to give myself a little treat. I gingerly climb up onto the whirring washer, and sit down on the lid. Instantly, I'm rewarded with the pleasure of the machine's heavy vibrations against my asshole and clit. The plug in my butt is an added bonus as I can really feel it jiggling and vibrating inside my lubricated butthole as I press my ass into the metal. I spread my legs a little so my pussy lips spread and my clit can make even more direct contact with the vibrating surface through my jeans. I sigh. This is fucking fantastic. Anyone could walk in at any moment, especially knowing there is another load of laundry which should be done any minute, but somehow I don't care. I reach under my shirt and pull on my swollen buds, as my clit and ass throb in pleasure. I'm actually kind of turned on by the prospect of getting caught... My mind wanders a bit while I grind my pussy into the lid of the rattling machine. I think about you fucking your ex right up her clammy butthole while Rob watches from the closet. Something about this perverse scenario really turns me on. I banish Jess from my head, and substitute myself into her place. I imagine myself naked, my big tits pressed against the desk in your dorm room, both my arms reaching behind me and spreading my asscheeks open for you. I imagine a nineteen-year-old version of you gripping my arms and grunting as you drive your thick lubed cock in and out my chute, your swollen balls bouncing against my pussy lips. I think about your friend watching you sodomize me and tugging on his penis in the dark closet, as you brutally pound my hole and talk dirty to me. In my head, I run though some of the things you like to say while fucking me. "I'm gonna nut all over your nasty asshole," the imaginary version of you boasts, pulling your long cock out of my freshly-fucked back passage with a slurp. I picture you groaning and cumming while holding your greasy cockhead against the opening my gaping butthole, the thick white ropes of spunk spewing out of your pisshole, and splashing in a big pearlescent puddle in and around my pulsating anus. I think of your friend watching your sperm dripping and bubbling out of my most private hole, as he moans and ejaculates into his cupped palm. That's all it takes. I cum hard, moaning and pressing my crotch against the heavily vibrating metal surface. I feel my asshole pulsing and contracting around the hard plastic plug. I'm just coming down from my awesome orgasm, when the old lady who lives on the floor below us wheels her empty cart into the laundry room. "Good morning, dear," she says, as I climb off of the machine sheepishly. I seriously doubt if she can guess why I was sitting there, but I also wonder if she could hear me moaning as I came. I feel bad for her in a way. As our downstairs neighbor she must endure all kinds of noises coming from our apartment. But if she does hear anything, she rarely complains. Even now, she's smiling at me benignly, pushing her cart through the door. I go over and hold the door for her. "Good morning, Mrs. Lopez," I smile and watch her shuffle over to the machine, which has now stopped. "Thanks, dear. You and Gavin have a lovely weekend," she says to me, as I head for the door with my empty basket. "Thanks, you too," I reply as I leave. I plan on it. ********** After that fantastic release, I'm much more relaxed. I manage to write a new chapter and fix myself lunch without too much distraction. I'm just finishing up making our bed, when the buzzer for the downstairs door rings. "Yes?" I say, pressing the intercom button. "Hey there... Melia? This is Rob. I'm downstairs." His voice is deep and a little slow. He sounds a little like a friendly giant. "Oh, hi," I say warmly through the intercom. "Come on up. Apartment 4." I press the button that buzzes him in. I pull my long black hair out of its messy bun, and fluff the curls in the mirror, before padding over to the door. I open the door as your friend drags his suitcase up the final few stairs and onto our landing. Big friendly giant was a surprisingly accurate assessment. I've seen pictures of Rob before but somehow I was not prepared for the sheer size of him. At about 6' 5" Rob towers almost a foot over me, making your long lanky frame seem short by comparison. He's not a muscle-bound guy by any means but everything about him just seems big: big head, big hands, big shoulders, big feet. However, for such a big guy, there's nothing that seems intimidating about him, in fact his kind droopy eyes and his thick lips give off a kind of sweet, doofy impression. I watch him struggle with his big black suitcase, which is to scale with the rest of him, he rolls it to our doorstep and looks down at me for the first time. He holds out a huge hand, as if to shake my hand. It's an awkward but friendly gesture, so I offer him my hand. "You must be Melia," he says, "Thanks so much for letting me crash on your couch." "It's our pleasure," I reply warmly, "Come in. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Gavin is always talking about your crazy college adventures." Rob chuckles awkwardly. It was a bit naughty of me to say that, given what you told me about some of your "adventures" this morning, but I get the sense that even if I said something totally innocent he would still be a little awkward. Rob follows me down the hall, knocking a picture frame off the wall with his wide shoulder. "Oh, shoot," he says, as he stoops to pick up the frame and hands it to me. "I'm so sorry. I can be really clumsy." "It's no big deal," I say, taking the picture from him and smiling reassuringly. I lead him into the living room and gesture to our couch. "Welcome to our very humble abode." "Thanks," he says. I've made up our old couch like a single bed with a pillow and a blanket, but now I'm beginning to wonder if he'll even be able to fit on our couch comfortably. I'm annoyed we didn't anticipate that, but I would have had no way of knowing he was this tall, and it's not exactly something you would think about. You can sleep anywhere. "Are you going to be okay sleeping here?" I ask, concerned. "I'm so sorry we don't have a spare bed." "Don't worry about it," Rob assures me, "I'm totally used to sleeping in small spaces. I'll be fine. I can sleep anywhere." "Yeah, so can Gavin," I laugh. "That guy could sleep in the overhead compartment of an airplane if he had to. I don't know how he does it." "Ha, yeah, some things don't change. He was like that in college." "Well, he's got a grown-up job now and he cuts his hair at least twice a year, so maybe he's changed a little since college," I joke with him. "I've seen pictures of him as a twenty-two-year-old looking like something straight out of an 80's hair band." Rob laughs. "Yeah, that's Gav for ya. Well, his taste in women has certainly not changed," Rob states. Immediately, he goes red and looks a little awkward. Yes, it's kind of an awkward observation, but it has piqued my interest a bit. I decide not to let him off the hook. "Oh, reeeeallly," I say, perching on the arm of the sofa. "Do tell." Rob blushes even redder and seems to be looking for an escape. I'm enjoying watching him squirm a bit. Sorry, kiddo, you walked right into that one. "Well, um... it's just that you kind of resemble Jess, his college girlfriend. And um... come to think of it, all the other girls he used to... um... date." This information doesn't really surprise me. I saw a picture of Jess once in your old photos. We don't really look alike if you're just looking at our faces, but I did note that Jess definitely had the same soft hourglass figure as me: wide hips, round fleshy butt, smaller waist, solid thighs, huge hooters. I'm not shocked that you're pretty consistent in your female conquests. You're the same way with food: you like what you like, and you like a lot of it. But I don't betray any of this information to your friend. I simply smile sweetly at him and ask him, "Oh really? How's that?" Rob clears his throat, and averts his eyes from mine. "Oh, you know... he likes really um, womanly women... like, women who are shaped like... women." He sweats through that sentence. Oh, jeez. This is hilarious. "You mean tits and ass," I say, smirking. I'm sorry, I can't help it. This guy is too easy. Rob looks like he might have an aneurism. "Uh... yeah." Then a long pause. "I'm really sorry," he blurts out, "I didn't mean to say anything. I don't know if Gavin told you, but I can be quite awkward." His bashful confession is actually quite endearing. "It's fine," I say, "It doesn't bother me at all." "Thanks," he replies, obviously relieved. "So..." I say, "I still have a little bit of work to do before I start on dinner. Make yourself at home. I left a towel on the couch for you if you want to take a shower. You must feel gross after the long plane ride." "Thanks, actually I think I'm fine for now. I might get some work done too, if that's okay. I'm presenting a paper at this conference tomorrow and I haven't really finished prepping it." He pulls a laptop out of his briefcase and starts setting up at the coffee table. "Great," I say, "Do you mind if I jump in the shower then?" "Um, no, sure, go for it..." Rob rambles awkwardly. He blushes again and looks down, concentrating intently on his laptop screen. Good lord, I better not accidentally flash this guy some tit, or he'll have a heart attack. "Fantastic," I say, "I'll be out in fifteen minutes. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Glasses and plates are in the cupboard above the sink." "Thanks!" Rob replies, head still buried in his computer as I head to the bathroom. I go into the bathroom and shut the door. I start the water running and peel my jeans and my top off, dropping them into the hamper. I hook my fingers into the waistband on my panties when I suddenly remember I've still got my butt plug in. I'd forgotten about it for the past ten minutes but now I can feel it lodged up my greased asshole, feel the wetness between my lips and asscheeks and suddenly my nipples harden in arousal. I slip my panties off and climb into the tub, letting the warm water spray onto my soft round breasts and distended nipples. I lean against the wall, reach behind me and toy with the hard plug at my fundament. I slide it in and out of my sucking hole, until I accidentally pull on it a bit too hard and it comes dislodged, a trickle of lube dripping out of my stretched hole and down my thigh. "Oh, shit," I say, remembering your instructions to me. I immediately try to stuff it back up my ass but then think, you wouldn't be mad if I cleaned myself out a bit while I'm in the shower. I soap up my fingers and insert them in my anus one by one. I swirl them around inside me, cleaning out my tight butthole, in preparation for the serious sodomization I'm no doubt going to receive later. I think about you tonguing and sucking on my asshole and sigh happily. When I'm done, I rinse off my fingers then bend over and hold my asscheeks open under the spray of the small handheld shower head, letting the water pressure give me a sort of improvised enema. I stand, and push out with my sphincter and a small stream of water spurts out of my asshole. I let the rest of the warm water inside my asshole trickle out, and down the drain. I rinse off the butt plug, turn off the shower and climb out. I delicately dry my legs and ass crack then grab some vaseline from the medicine cabinet, and dip my finger in, then proceed to lube up my asshole with it. I lean forward over the counter, and reach my hand back and between my cheeks as I begin to press the butt plug back into my tight fundament. After a couple of seconds of pressure, the hard ring gives way and the plug is sucked right back into my smooth anus. I wrap myself in a towel and then walk to our bedroom, past Rob, who looks down the second he sees the damp bare skin on my legs and shoulders. "Nice shower?" he asks, still looking down. His voice cracks a little. "It was excellent, thanks," I smile and close the door to our bedroom. I open our closet and drop the towel on the floor, now naked, except for a butt plug. I reach for a clean pair of lace panties and slide them up my thighs. As I reach for a bra, I remember that the curtains covering the glass doors to our room are a little sheer. I don't think he can see me exactly, but he can probably see the outline of my round ass and my large melons, the nipples jutting outward in the cool air. Our Dirty Secret Exposed I dry myself off, and apply lotion to my skin, taking an especially long time caressing my soft boobs. I lift each of my feet one by one and place them on my desk chair as I smooth my hands down my shapely legs, pushing my round bottom out behind me. I put the rest of my clothes on slowly, sensually, almost like I was putting on a sexy peep show. I can see Rob's large silhouette as he sits on the couch but I can't see his face. I can't tell where he's looking exactly, but from the shape of the shadow, it doesn't seem like he's watching his screen anymore. ********** "Anyone want more wine?" you ask, holding up the half-empty bottle a little tipsily. This is bottle number three. "Melly?" "Sure," I say, giggling and offering you my empty glass, "Why not, it's the weekend." "Atta girl," you say, refilling my glass, "Roberto? What about you: más vino?" "Ummmmmmm..." "Come on, man!" you pressure him, hovering the bottle near his glass. "I got a conference in the morning and--" "Pssshhhhhhh... Conference, shmonference," you interrupt, "You losing your edge? Melia, I will have you know, that this man has the most ridiculous alcohol tolerance of anyone I have ever met. I've seen him drink an entire bottle of tequila and still be able to walk in a straight line." "That's one of the advantages to being a big guy," Rob shrugs sheepishly. "Yeah, that's not the only advantage," you say mischievously. Rob blushes crimson. "Okay, that's quite enough--" he protests. "No, Gavin, I want to hear. Do tell." I say. "Well, baby," you smirk drunkenly, "I left this out of my previous stories about good ol' Rob, here, but I can tell you this guy has the biggest--" "Oookay, you can stop," interrupts Rob. "--BIGGEST schlong I've ever seen. It's enormous." Rob covers his face with his big hands. "Ignore him. Please," he begs me. "That's how he got the name, 'Big Knob Rob.' The ladies love it." Okay, now I'm intrigued. You don't have a monster cock per se, but it's definitely the biggest cock of any of the guys I've dated. But if you're saying that Rob has the biggest cock you've ever seen, that must be one huge dick. "How big are we talking about here?" I ask. "So sooo embarrassing..." Rob mutters to himself. "I just want to get a mental picture here." "See? The ladies love it. Now you have my girlfriend trying to picture your cock," you joke. "It's huge," you fake-whisper to me. You gesture holding your hands about a foot and a half apart, as if to indicate "THIS big." Rob just groans and rolls his eyes. "Whoa," I say. I shift in my seat and can still feel the butt plug in my ass. All this talk of cocks is making me a little warm. "Yup, Big Knob Rob. I almost forgot about that. Speaking of the ladies, how's your ladyfriend? Alice?" you ask, filling Rob's glass despite his protests. "Alice is great. She's no longer my girlfriend, but she's great," Rob replies. "Aww man, that sucks! When did that happen?" "About two months ago. She took a job in Los Angeles six months ago and we were trying to do long distance for awhile. But it was hard, and it all kinda fell apart," Rob explains with a shrug. "I'm sorry, buddy," you say, "And you guys were talking about moving in together." "Yeah," Rob says sadly, "Well... the situation kinda... changed. So no ladies. Not for the past two months at least." You clap him on the back and refill his glass again. "Well, we gotta change that! Maybe Melly can introduce you to one of her lady friends while you're here? It might not be long term potential but knowing some of Melia's friends, you could have a pretty wild night..." I elbow you in the ribs. "Thanks, Gav. I think this conference is going to keep me busy enough though--" "Ooooh, babe, what about Slutty Caroline? You'd like Slutty Caroline, Rob--" Now it's my turn to roll my eyes, "Kindly refrain from pimping out my friends, please." "But why is she called Slutty Caroline?" Rob asks. "She's not. Only Gav calls her that. To differentiate her from my other friend, Caroline." "Well, that and she's really slutty... I think she'd get a shine out of old Robbo here. She's got these huge tits--" "Okay," I say, "Calm yourself. I'm sure she would think Rob is lovely, but she's like actually dating someone right now, so no go." "Oh well," you say, "Don't worry man, we'll hook you up. Two months is way too long to go without having sex." "Aaaand on that note," Rob says, changing the subject, "I gotta take a shower and get some sleep. I'm going to try to wake up early and finish up this presentation for tomorrow. So I hate to be a party pooper, but..." This is our opening to excuse ourselves! I'm so relieved. It's been a really fun evening but having this butt plug up my ass all day has made me insanely horny, and I'm gonna go crazy if I can't get on your cock soon. Plus we can get fifteen good minutes in while Rob is in the shower. "Yeah, I might turn in," I say, faking a yawn, "I'm pretty sleepy. You gonna turn in soon, babe?" Thank God you get the hint. "Yeah, it's been a long day, I might turn in too. Have a good night, Rob. Enjoy your shower. Let us know if you need anything." You follow me to our bedroom and usher me in. "Night, guys! Thanks!" Rob replies and grabs the towel. You shut the door and come up behind me wrapping both your arms around my chest. You lean in and whisper in my ear quietly. "Oh my God, I have wanted to jump your hot ass all day," you whisper. "Oh yeah?" I whisper back. "I was so hard today, I almost had to go into the men's room and jerk off but then I decided I wanted to save my load for you." "Oh really? Where were you thinking of depositing this massive load?" I ask. "I haven't decided yet. I could just cum all over your pretty face but then I wouldn't get to enjoy it a second time. And I've already eaten one load out of your pussy today, so I'm thinking maybe I need to pay your ass equal attention." "I see..." I say. We hear the door the the bathroom shut and the shower start running. We know what this means. I quickly turn out the overhead light, leaving only a small lamp on by our bed. Without the bright light on it's harder to see into our room.I go to reach to turn off the lamp, but you stop me. "Just enough to see," you beg. You and I always fuck with the lights on, so it's hard to say no this time. We'll be fine as long as the living room lights are on too, as they create a glare on the glass panes, masking the sheerness of the curtains. "You still got that butt plug in like I told you?" you ask, urgently unbuttoning the front of my pants. "Mmmmmmhmmmmm," I say. You tug my panties and my pants to the floor. "Good girl." You seek out the plug between my soft round cheeks with your fingers. You run your fingers over the flared base. I lean in and kiss you as your fingers slide up and down my ass crack. I reach for your belt buckle while we kiss and undo your jeans. You lower your jeans to the floor letting your hard cock spring free. I wrap my hand around your stiff dick and grip it firmly while our tongues continue to swirl around each other. You pull away suddenly and walk over to my desk chair. You pull off your shirt and sit in the chair with your legs open and hold your gorgeous cock out to me, stroking it while your eyes travel down to the glistening pink split in between my thighs. You lick your lips. "I'm liking this outfit, Melia," you say slyly. My pants and my panties are puddled around my ankles, so I'm pretty much just wearing a baby tee and a pair of knee socks. Nothing else. "You like?" I say, teasing you, doing a little slow grind while you watch. I almost feel more naked this way, wearing just a t-shirt and knee socks, nothing covering my pussy or my butt. "Oh I like," you say. "Now get that ass over here." I saunter over to you, with my finger in my mouth, watching you watch me, stroking your swollen cock, which is leaking pre-cum. You reach over and grab a throw pillow off the bed and drop it on the floor between your legs. "Come on, suck my cock, baby. I want you to get it all wet before I fuck your little asshole." I kneel on the pillow between your legs and start to tease your balls with my tongue. You're still jerking your cock up and down while I look up at you, tonguing your heavy nutsack. "Mmmmmmmmmmn," you groan, "fuuuuck." I suck the head of your cock into my wet warm mouth and begin suckling on the tip while you continue to stroke your shaft. I play a little game with you and start tonguing the shaft, licking your fingers as they brush past my lips. Finally you let your hand fall away and I grasp your thick rod in my hand and hold it upright. I slather your dick with my spit, licking from root to tip, over and over, like I'm licking an ice cream cone. "That's it, baby," you moan, "Now reach down and play with your asshole while you suck my knob. Get it nice and ready for me." I reach my right hand down behind me and start playing with the plug in my ass while I suck you. I open my knees wider, spreading my ass as I gyrate my hips and grasp the toy with my fingers, slowly fucking my own ass with it, while you fuck my mouth. "Good girl," you say, "now get up on the desk." I release your stiff rod from the wet warm cavity of my mouth and it smacks against your stomach with a wet plop. You stand and let me climb on the chair. I peel my t-shirt off revealing my naked bouncing breasts and I crawl onto the desk, kneeling at the edge, offering you my round butt. You sit down in the chair and your face is in the perfect position to ream my hungry asshole. You exhale on my spread ass, teasing me with your hot breath. I feel your fingers root around the base of the plug, grasping for the edges, but the end is pressed tightly against my crinkled rosebud and won't budge. I push out a little with my sphincter which dislodges it enough for you to get a good grip on it, and then slowly, gripping the plug with your fingers you pull it out of my tight anus with a wet pop! Before my poor stretched butthole has a chance to recover its shape, I feel your face pressing between my soft ass cheeks, your tongue licking and fucking my dirtiest hole while I kneel on the desk, wearing only a pair of knee socks. Suddenly, we hear the water shut off. Darn. That was a quick shower. I try to suppress my moans as I think about the fact that you are tongue-fucking my asshole within earshot of your friend, your face buried between my round cheeks. The scenario is so similar to the one I fantasized about while I got myself off on the vibrating washer, that I can't help but hump my clenching butt into your face while you lick me up and down, making my ass crack shine with your spit. "Gavin, I need you to fuck my asshole now," I whisper, "please... I want your cock, baby." You lift your face out of my slippery ass and pat my soft cheek with your hand. "That's my little butt slut. How bad you want it?" "So bad," I say, "please fuck my butt." "Well, I can't so no to that," you reply, helping me down off the desk. I head over to our bed, but you stop me, holding your finger to your lips. "Shhhh, not on the bed. It'll make too much noise," you say. "Get on the floor, I'm gonna fuck your ass right here on the rug." I kneel down on the floor and raise my ass in the air. You don't even bother to waste time looking for the lube and grab my lotion off the desk, greasing up your cock. Then you place the opening of the bottle against my anus and squirt a huge blob of the thick cream onto my waiting asshole. You kneel down behind me and start to feed your long cock into my shitter, pushing the cream up my butt with the head of your thick dick. After having my butt plugged all day, your greased-up dong slides into my asshole without much resistance. It feels amazing to be stuffed so full with your cock, I have to grab the pillow and bite down on it to keep from crying out. You pull out halfway and then push your cock up my ass again, up to the hilt. I groan into the pillow. You're sawing my tight passage with long slow strokes and it feels like I've got a foot of cock up there. I'm trying so hard not to make too much noise but staying quiet while you're getting buttfucked is like torture. After a few minutes or so, I feel you adjust a little then pull out, my asshole feeling suddenly very empty. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Hold on," you say, "Turn your ass this way. I need a little more room to manoeuvre." You get up on your feet, then you hold onto my hips, guiding and angling my butt towards the door. Still clasping my hips, you crouch down a little, bending your knees until your oily tool is level with my upturned ass, almost like we're about to play a game of very perverted leap-frog. You grab your thick swollen cock and press the head up against my chocolate starfish, pushing until it gives way and you slide all the way back into my tight tunnel. "Unngh," I grunt. This time you're so deep up my asshole it's impossible not to make any noise. Just then we hear the door to the bathroom open. "Shit," I whisper. We hear Rob walking into the living room, the floorboards creaking under his bare feet. You speed up, pumping my ass faster, fucking my butt with short quick strokes. I bite down on the pillow harder. As you're gripping my hips and humping away at my butt, I suddenly realize that my spread ass is facing the glass doors. If anyone could see in through the semi-sheer curtains, they'd get an eyeful: me on the floor with my bare ass in the air, you, crouching over my upturned rump, your butt contracting as you pump into my greased chute, your thick cock sliding in and out of my gaping asshole, your heavy balls pressed into my taint, and my wet and slightly parted pink cuntlips peeking out below. Just when I'm about to thank my lucky stars that the living room light is on, I hear a click, and the light in the other room goes out. Oh shit. I've looked into our bedroom from the the darkened living room, and when there's a lamp on in our room, it's like the doors and the curtains don't even exist. You can't really tell from inside our room, but from outside, It's basically like looking into a glass storefront in the redlight district. Well, if Rob wasn't paying attention to what was happening in our room before, he certainly will be now. "Ungh ungh ungh," you grunt, as you start humping my ass harder and faster. I guess you're trying to finish up quickly and cut your losses, so we can hurry up and shut off the light. But no matter how quick we are now, the noise we are making more than cancels it out. Your balls start slapping against my pussy lips and you press down even harder into my hips as you crouch over me. I start feeling the rug burn on my knees. The lotion you squirted up my asshole starts to overflow and ooze out around your thick cock making lewd squelching noises, as you drive your greasy fuckstick into my helpless shitter again and again. "Oh God yeah, listen to that! Your poor little asshole is taking a pounding, baby!" As you jackhammer my tight butthole hard and fast, I think about the fact that Rob is most likely hearing and watching all of this, and my pussy and asshole start spasming uncontrollably. "You ready to get your butt filled with cum? You ready for my big load? Cause here... it... comes!" Just then I feel your dick pulse and throb in my clenching asshole, and feel you shoot the first warm torrent of jizz up my butt. You groan loudly, pushing your cock deep into my shitter and ejaculating your thick load of cum in five or six involuntarily spurts. "Oh fuck yeah," you groan, letting the last of your sperm dribble out of your dripping pisshole and into my ass. I'm lying there, ass up, your cock still buried up my cum-filled butt, when it occurs to me that you weren't speeding up because we might get caught... you were showing off! You did this on purpose! Leaving the lamp on, making us fuck on the rug, angling my ass to the door, crouching instead of kneeling so you wouldn't block the action, the sudden, gratuitous dirty talk... all of this because you wanted your friend to catch us buttfucking, and you wanted to make it easier for him to watch the show! But I'm not pissed at you. In fact, I feel drunk, high on the fact that we are probably being watched while engaging in such a totally lewd perverted act. My pussy shudders as I feel you pull your shrinking cock out of my creamy butthole. "Wow, I really opened up that ass, didn't I?" you boast, patting my ass cheek. "Now, get into bed, baby, let's finish up there," you say, reaching to turn out the lamp. "No," I say, my spread ass still facing the door. You look at me quizzically, wondering what I'm up to. Two can play at this game, Gavin: this show is not over. You stand there, confused, while I slowly get onto my feet. I can't see into the livingroom, but I can kind of make out Rob's tall silhouette standing near the glass door. Fully aware that I now have an audience of two, I turn my ass to you both and squat down lewdly in the center of the rug. I use one hand to grip onto the iron bedframe, bracing myself as I reach my other hand down and cup it underneath my creamy asshole. When you realize what I am about to do, your eyes practically bulge out of your head. I bear down, pushing the tight ring of my sphincter outward, and some of the air you pumped into my butt escapes with a small fart. I continue to push out a few more times, working my shitting muscles, and finally I am rewarded by the feeling of a big blob of your thick spunk mixed with the creamy lotion oozing out of my butthole and dripping into my cupped palm with a loud splat. I grunt and push out again and some more cum bubbles out of my asshole and dribbles into my waiting hand. I notice your cock hardening again as you lick your lips and watch me intently. Again and again, I strain and push, as more sperm and lotion leak out of my anus. I'm so turned on knowing you and Rob are watching me squat on the rug, my spread ass hovering lewdly over my hand, as I strain to expel every drop of your creamy load from my abused shitter. I push the last of your spunk out of my asshole with a few wet farts, cupping my hand so it won't spill out. Then I slowly lift my cupped palm to my chest and slowly slather your thick white goo all over my massive melons. Your jaw is practically gaping open as you watch me massage your creamy load into my big tits, my pink nipples shiny and wet with cum. You grab me and pull me to you, kissing me deeply, my wet tits mashing into your chest. You reach down and palm the fleshy orbs with both hands, squeezing and kneading my soft hooters, sticky with your sperm. You lower your head and lick and suck my teats like a starving man, sucking each cum-covered nipple between your lips. "God, I love you, you sick perverted girl," you sigh into my ear. "I'm your buttslut," I say and smile up at you. You grab my hand and guide me over to our bed. "Lie down," you say. I lay back on the pillows as you climb onto the bed with me. You grab my ankles and press them up and over my head, lifting my butt off the bed and opening up my red, puffy asshole to your gaze. You lick around my swollen rosebud, cleaning off any residual cum from my pouting anus. I stare at Rob's darkened shape outside the glass door, watching you toss my salad. I can make out some movement of his hand near his crotch. I lie back and luxuriate in all the attention you're lavishing on my asshole. When I'm all cleaned up, you let go of my ankles, letting my lower half drop back down on the bed. "Open your legs," you say, and I spread my legs apart and bend my knees up, letting my thighs fall open. Our Dirty Secret Shared This story is the second half of "Our Dirty Secret Exposed" and the fourth installment in the "Our Dirty Secret" series featuring these characters. It's designed so you can read it as a stand-alone story, or part of the series. If you'd like to catch up on Gavin and Melia's adventures up to this point you can click on my name, which will take you to my author page and you will find all my stories there. Thanks for reading! ****** "Me-el... Melly... Melia..." I hear you saying my name softly, and I come to with a groan. "There you are," you say gently. I roll over and see you sitting on the edge of our bed. I blink my eyes a few times and the angular frame of your body comes more and more into focus in the dim light of our bedroom. "Hey there, baby. Welcome back," you smile warmly at me, brushing my hair out of my face. "Ugh..." I groan, trying to sit up. "What happened?" "You fainted. Or passed out from the sheer magnitude of my sexual prowess. Or something." You smirk at me and scratch my back gently. "Oh really..." I say, "Is that what happened?" "Yup," you reply, "Exactly." You reach over and pick up a glass of water from the bedside table and hand it to me. "Now drink this. I want you to drink this whole thing, young lady, and then I want you to have another glass after that. You lost a lot of liquids in the past half an hour..." I catch a smirk on your face. "You're becoming quite the squirting queen." "Mmmmm...Thanks, babe," I say. I take the glass from you and drink gratefully, emptying the the contents in no time. I feel better immediately. "I never used to do that before I met you." "I'll take that as the most supreme compliment," you reply. You take the glass from me and go to refill it again. I watch you leave the room. You're wearing nothing but your jeans and I can't help but notice the top button is open, and it's clear you're not wearing underwear. The slightly open fly barely conceals the thin trail of hair leading from your navel down your flat abdomen and into your dark pubic patch. It's effortlessly, ridiculously sexy. I marvel at how the smallest things about you drive me crazy with lust. You sneak back into our room with the glass of water and a wet washcloth, and shut the door again softly. "Sexy outfit," I smirk, as you hand me the glass. "Well, I figured it's polite to wear some pants when we have guests," you reply wryly. "Is Rob awake?" I ask, suddenly remembering what happened before I passed out. "He went to bed," you reply. "How long was I out?" "About fifteen minutes. I was going to give you five more before I phoned the paramedics," you say, half-joking. "Well, I'm okay... I think. Nothing broken." I shift a little and stretch, and I feel the sheet sticking to the skin on my chest. I peel the material away from my fleshy tits, which are still coated with cum. "Eccchhhh," I complain. "Here baby," you say. "Let's clean you up a bit." You take the empty glass from me and place it on the nightstand, reaching for the wet washcloth. Slowly, carefully, you sponge off my sticky chest with the warm cloth, bathing my soft, round breasts until your cum is completely wiped away. My nipples stiffen into small peaks as the wet skin dries in the cool air. "You're lucky you're my patient right now and not my naughty nurse, or I'd be tempted to cover these puppies with cum again," you wink at me. "That was a huge load," I say, smiling at you mischievously. You stop what you're doing and look me in the eyes. "And that was seriously the most depraved thing you have ever done." I realize my impromptu explicit display was a little out of the norm, but then again, so was having your friend watch while you fucked me up the ass. I guess I got a little caught up in the moment, rubbing the cum you shot into my ass all over my tits. I don't know what I was thinking... I cover my hands with my face. "I'm not sure what came over me," I say, blushing. "I'm a bit embarrassed." "Don't be," you assure me. "That was the single hottest thing I have ever seen. You put on quite the show for me and my friend." "I put on a show?!" I whisper, so as to not wake our sleeping guest. "You set the whole thing up: You did everything to ensure that Rob would catch us fucking." "Guilty as charged," you concede, "But you've never done that before." "I don't think you've ever paused long enough after cumming for me to try it!" I say, poking your ribs with my finger. "Usually you're in too big of a rush to have dessert." "It's true, I do love my creampie," you smirk. "And the waitress who serves it to me, always tastes good too..." You lean in and kiss me. "Well, I'm happy to do it again, any time you like," I say. "You just give me the word." "Absolutely. Now that I know I'm dating such a sick pervert, the sky's the limit," you tease me. "Thanks," I say, smiling. "Now get in here." I hold the comforter open. You stand and unbutton your jeans, peel them off of your skinny hips and ease your naked body under the blankets. You lie back next to me and I rest my head on you, your soft, sparse chest hair tickling my cheek. You wrap your long arms around me and run your fingers lazily through my dark curls, as I snuggle into your warm body and sigh contentedly. We lay like this in the dark for a few minutes, before I break the silence. "So... when you say Rob has the biggest cock you've ever seen, how big are we talking exactly?" You laugh, your chest shaking under my cheek. "Oh Melly Melly Melly... so deliciously predictable." I sit up slightly and lean my head on my head. "Well, you can't just casually drop that kind of information on a girl and not expect her to ask any follow-up questions." "It's very big. Next question?" I jab you in the ribs. "Okay, okay," you say, placating me. "Let me tell you a little story. A bedtime story--" "--about Rob's giant schlong." I interrupt. Grinning. "Yes, about Rob's giant schlong," you sigh. "Remember I told you that he was like super awkward in college?" "Gav, he's still super awkward." "Yeah, I guess so," you say. "Well, he was even more awkward when we first lived together freshman year. He was still a virgin and knew close to nothing about females. So a bunch of us tried to show him the ropes." "If that's what you call it," I snort, thinking about how you used to let Rob secretly watch you screw various girls in your dorm room, much like he just did fifteen minutes ago. "I thought it was called 'Gavin putting on a peep show.'" You poke me in the back. "Hey, I was helping him. You would help your friend if she didn't know how to give a blow job." "Well, like on a banana, maybe, but I wouldn't just let her watch me suck some guy's cock." "Now, that sounds like a great story..." you joke, running your finger over my lips. "I'm sorry I interrupted. Please continue," I say dryly. "Anyway..." you say, pulling me into your body, "we basically made it our mission to get our friend laid. I mean, you've seen him, he's a sweet, smart, good looking guy: there's no reason why he can't get some ass." "You're a very good friend, Gav." "Precisely. So we coach him, and groom him. And he is an apt pupil, I mean the guy is an engineering major, so he knows every inch of the female intimate anatomy by the time we're done with him: there's no way he could strike out. We find this really great girl, Ali, who's friends with Jess. She's really experienced in the sex department, so she can take the lead, and she thinks Rob is cute, so we basically get them drunk one night at a party and push them into a room together. They're in the room all night, and the next morning after she's taken off, we're like, 'Heeeey buddy! Way to lose your V-card!' and he's like, 'Sorry guys, no dice.'" "Wait, what? So he chickened out?" I ask. "No. He tried, he assured us. In fact, they both tried valiantly. It took a lot of prodding for him to finally admit what had happened exactly but apparently, they were making out hot and heavy, everything was going fine, and he ate her pussy and got her really worked up, but then when she took out his dick and tried to sit on it, it wouldn't fit. They tried a couple of times to work it into her pussy: he used like half a tube of K-Y jelly, they tried multiple positions... but no matter what they tried, she couldn't even get the head in. And Ali was no virgin. I had fucked her, in fact, a few months before Jess and I started dating. We went back to her dorm room after a party, and she just got up on the bed, pulled down her panties, presented her ass to me and begged me to fuck her doggystyle. With no lube, no preliminaries. I mean, the girl meant business. And I don't exactly have a small dick..." "No you don't," I agree. For a skinny guy, you have a surprisingly thick, long cock. "One of the biggest I've ever tried to get inside me, that's for sure." "But I digress... So we were like, 'Rob, how could it not go in?' And that's when he whipped out his monster cock. As you can see, Rob is and always has been a really big guy. He must be like part Viking or something. But I never realized his dick was so mammoth, because he was so shy about it. I mean, he was my roommate and I hadn't seen it. He was always really careful to change in the showers or in his closet, I guess. I never thought anything of it. Until I saw it: Melia, it was like a toddler's arm. We're talking twelve incher, easy, maybe longer, and really thick around. The head alone was like the size of a small apple." "Jesus Christ," I whisper, I'm trying to picture what a cock like that even looks like. "And after the whole Ali fiasco, word got around on campus about Rob's monster cock... He became kind of like a freak show: girls always wanted to see it, but no one was willing to try it." "That's so sad..." I say, "So how did he lose his V-card, finally? I'm assuming he's had sex since then, yes?" "Yeah. We figured we needed a professional's help. So when we went to Cancun on spring break, a bunch of us chipped in and bought him a hooker. We even told her upfront about Rob's gargantuan tool, and we were like, 'Can you handle this?' Because we didn't want to leave our buddy hanging again. And she was like 'Si, si, no problema.' But we were worried and we knew if it didn't go in this time, he'd be super depressed, so we decided we needed to make sure it happened." "I shudder to ask," I say. "Wait... does this have anything to do with the crazy story you told me where you and your friends threw a party in your hotel room and invited some Mexican hooker?" "Yes, in fact that party was a farewell party for Rob's V-card." "Whoa... So she got it in?" I ask, really curious now. You laugh. "So, this hooker shows up to our hotel room. It's like this cheap motel on the beach, two double beds, maybe one chair, cheap tropical print bedspreads, smells like cigarettes. She's got this tight cheap club dress on, and six inch stripper heels, but she's really pretty. And she's young, like maybe 22 tops. So Rob is really nervous, asking, 'will she like me?' and I say, 'she'll like you, man: she's a pro.' But he's still really anxious, and when she goes to sit next to him on the bed he can barely speak or look at her. And so the girl is like, 'How about you boys play with my pussy and your friend watches? Maybe he'll want to join then.' So the next thing I know, me and my buddy Jordan are getting it on with this Mexican Prostitute, licking and sucking her tits, rubbing our hands over her pussy mound and fingering her cunt, while Rob sits on the bed and watches. I tell Rob to get his cock out and then I had Jordan hold her legs back while Rob and I took turns licking her wet snatch. Eventually, he felt uninhibited enough to give it a go." "So you all watched while your best friend lost his virginity to a Mexican prostitute?" "Yeah. She's was like no-nonsense. You could see the shock on her face when she first registered the size of the cock she was dealing with, but we had warned her, and she seemed like she knew what she was doing. We watched her give him a fantastic hand job, lubing up his giant dick with both hands, licking around the head a little... in fact, we were worried he was gonna lose his nut right there. But then she put on one of those XL condoms, climbed up on top of him, had him hold his cock for her, and she squatted down on top of it, trying to work the apple-sized head into her pussy. She played with her clit, and grinded on top of it, rocking back and forth, until she finally got the head in. Man, she was grunting and panting and kept saying 'Ay dios mio... ay dios mio..." She eventually got it halfway in, but she only got two or three pumps in before he busted his nut. So she pulls her herself off of his shrinking dick, and the condom comes off with her, still stuck in her pussy. So she reaches up to pull it out and I swear to you, the condom was like filled with half a cup of cum. And the prostitute is like 'ay, carajo!" and we're like, 'holy fuck!' I mean, it must have been some kind of super industrial strength latex, because I'm surprised he didn't bust right through the condom with the sheer volume of his load." "Whoa..." "So that's the story of Rob's monster cock." "That's crazy." "So now you see why Rob is more of a watch-er than a do-er when it comes to sex. I keep telling him he could make a boat load of money in porn but, he insists on being an electrical engineer..." you joke. "So young lady, the moral of the story is, having a giant cock is not necessarily all it's cracked up to be." "I guess not..." I say. You roll over, prop your head on your hand and look down at my face. "Oh my God, you're totally fantasizing about Rob's big knob... aren't you? You totally are!" you say. "Babe: No. I'm not," I assure you. "It's fine if you are. I bet you're wondering if you can get that monster cock up your pussy..." "I seriously seriously doubt I can..." I say. I've always had a pretty tight pussy. One of the biggest misconceptions people have about bigger girls is that just because we have wider hips, or huge tits, or a big ass somehow means we've got these big holes to match. I've met girls who are 5' and 100 pounds who have bigger pussies than I do. "Ah hahahaha... caught you!" you exclaim gleefully, "that means you've totally thought about it!" "Fine, fine, yes, I can't help it. I love a challenge." "Rob would be totally flattered, by the way. He's nuts about you." "How do you know that?" I demand. "He only gets embarrassed like that around girls he thinks are super foxy. That, and I asked him." "You asked him??" I hiss, sitting up in our bed. "You asked your old friend if he thinks your girlfriend is hot? Is this something guys do?" You laugh and pull me down to kiss me. I rest my head on your chest. "Yeah, I guess it's just something we do. Besides, why are you so surprised? You know you're gorgeous..." I lean in and kiss you. You wrap your arms around me, embracing me as your tongue slips between my lips. I reach down and grasp your dick, which is already hard again, and you groan. I can't help it: I want you inside me again. I get on top of you and straddle your thick cock. I work the swollen head between my lips, rubbing the tip against my clit, lubing up my pussy with your gorgeous tool. You groan as I tease the sensitive head with my soft cunt lips. You grab my hips and I place your cock at the opening of my slick hole, then sit down slowly, impaling myself on your pole. I start riding your cock languidly, enjoying the feeling of your thick shaft sliding in and out of my tight pussy. You reach up with both hands and palm my massive melons, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, tugging my nipples between your fingers. I sigh in pleasure, gyrating my hips over your cock. "Suck my titties, baby?" I say. "Mmmm with pleasure," you reply. I reach my hand down, and slide my fingers between my nether lips. I rub my clitoris and moan while I continue to ride your big dick. "You thinking about Rob's cock, baby?" you ask, as you bring one of my big jugs to your lips and start to suckle the nipple. "Mmmmmm... no. Not so much his cock, but maybe..." I trail off. "Yes?" "Maybe thinking about all that cum. I've never seen a load that big... I'm curious. I think I'd like that." You chuckle and move your mouth to lick and suck on my other tit. "Where would you want his big load... On your face? On your big tits? In your pussy? All over your ass? Or what about in your ass?" you ask, teasing me, indulging my fantasy. I blush, "I don't know... it would depend. I think it would be hot to take his load anywhere... I don't know if I could fit it inside of me, so maybe on my tits or my face..." "Mmmmmm ... or what about right on your open asshole..." you groan, picking up the pace of our fucking a little and humping up at my pussy from below. "I open you up with my cock and then he jerks his massive load onto your spread ass..." I can tell this conversation is turning you on. "That would be hot," I agree. "You wouldn't be jealous? Letting your friend cum all over your girlfriend?" I ask, curious. We've never really broached the topic before. "Nah, I wouldn't be jealous. I think it would be super hot... Besides, I don't mind sharing you with my friend a bit. I know you're mine." You smile up at me as I ride you. My tits jog up and down as our fucking becomes faster, more intense. I shudder a little, my pussy spasming as I cum. "That's it, baby, cum all over my cock," you coax me. I moan softly and ride out the delicious peak. You smile up at me grinding your hips up into my crotch. I reach back and fondle your swollen balls. You groan and start to shudder. "You close?" I ask. "Yeah... yeah... I'm close..." you moan. "Cum on my face, baby." I say. "You sure?" "Yeah, I wanna watch you cum." You lift me off your cock with a groan, which slides out of my wet pussy with a plop. I climb off the bed and kneel on the floor in between your legs as you sit on the edge of our bed, jerking your wet cock with your hand. As much as we both love the feeling of having you cum in my various holes, I love to watch your dick as it spurts out its load, and it's a rare treat for me. Besides all of this talk about Rob cumming on me has gotten me hot and bothered. You tug on your swollen shaft a few more times, your face contorting in pleasure. "Oh, God," you moan, "Here it comes, baby, here it comes...!" I look up at you while you aim your swollen dick at my face. "Uuuuuunnnnngggggh," you groan as a thick rope of white cum shoots out of your crimson cockhead and lands on my cheek. You grunt and tug on your shaft slowly as your cock spews its warm load onto my face in little spurts, your nuts contracting and coating my lips and eyelids with thick spunk. I wrap my lips around the dripping head of your cock, sucking and milking the last drops of cum out of your spent balls. "Holy fuck, baby," you say, as you reach for the washcloth again, "that was so hot." You wipe your load off of my cheeks and eyelids as I lick my lips, enjoying the salty taste. "For some reason, I was in the mood for a facial," I smile up at you and then climb back into bed. "You are such a sexy bitch," you whisper into my ear, and wrap your arms around me, nestling your wet cock between my soft ass cheeks. We both drift off into a contented sleep. ********** When I finally wake up, it's closer to noon than it is to morning. I roll over and stretch, feeling the sunlight warm my naked skin. Your side of the bed is empty and the door to our bedroom is ajar. I yawn and pull myself out of bed, overcome by the urge to pee. When I pad into the livingroom, I can see that our houseguest has gone for the day, and he's folded the blanket up on the couch neatly. I can hear the sound of the shower running as I open the door to the bathroom. Our Dirty Secret Shared "Hey babes," I call to you, "It's me... I've got to pee or I'm going to explode." I let myself in. "Hey baby!" you call over the shower curtain as I head for the toilet. I sit down and immediately feel that delicious relief as I empty my full bladder, pissing into the bowl with a contented sigh. I reach for the toilet paper as I watch your lanky form through the shower curtain. You're wetting your hair and soaping up your arms as I climb in behind you and wrap my arms around your wet naked chest. "Oh, hello," you say warmly. I take the soap from you and start running my soapy hands across your slippery torso. "Mmmmmm... What a lovely surprise." "Morning, baby," I smile into your back, kissing your spine as the water runs over us both. I reach lower and soap up your cock and balls, sliding the slippery bar over your warm wet flesh. I stroke the length of your hardening shaft, enjoying the sensation of the warm water pulsing on my skin. You groan and then turn around, kissing my wet lips and face. "Turn around," you tell me as you reach for the shampoo. You squirt some of the shampoo into your large palms then massage the sudsy liquid all over my scalp with your strong hands. I sigh, as your hands slip lower, soaping up my shoulders and back with long sweeping strokes. Then you reach your arms around me and start squeezing and massaging my breasts with your soapy hands. The soft buoyant flesh slips and slides between your long fingers, which tease my puffy pink nipples into hard, swollen points. I move under the shower stream, and I feel the water cascade over my hair and down my body, rinsing the shampoo from my long hair, the water running down my back, and streaming between the soft cheeks of my round ass. As you continue to run your soapy hands over my body, I lean forward, holding onto the wall and pushing my round booty back towards you. "Oh fuuuck," you moan, as I wiggle my wet butt back and forth. I'm immediately rewarded by the feeling of your strong soapy hands caressing my fleshy ass cheeks. You use both your hands to knead both cheeks in a big circle, pushing them together and spreading them apart. "Oh, baby," I purr, "That feels fucking fantastic." I back my slippery ass up against you and feel your long hard cock slide between my thighs. You glide your soapy shaft back and forth between the soft folds of my hairless pussy, the ridge of your cockhead rubbing against my sensitive clit. I reach down between my legs and run my fingers over the sensitive tip of your cock, caressing the swollen head every time it pokes out from between my pouty pussy lips. "Fuck my pussy, Gavin," I beg after a few minutes of this sweet torture. I bend over further, raising my ass to you and granting you easy access to the warm wet opening between my legs. You grab onto my hip with one hand, and with the other you hold your wet cock and start guiding it into my slit. I savor the exquisite feeling of your swollen dick pushing into my tight tunnel, stretching me and opening me up. "Aahhhh," you moan, "Melia, you feel so good..." You start pumping into my tight pussy, the pronounced head of your long dick rubbing against my g-spot. I reach my fingers between my pink lips and start diddling my clit while you continue to bone me from behind. I feel you release your grip on one of my hips, and then I'm surprised by the naughty but pleasant sensation of your finger as it traces over the opening of my winking asshole. Then you plunge your finger in up to the knuckle and I feel my senses start to overload. As I rub my slippery clit, I can feel your soapy digit sliding into my tight butthole, your thick cock still sawing in and out of my pulsating pussy. I hunch my butt back at your cock, encouraging you to fuck me harder and faster. You slide your finger out of my asshole and grab my hips as I grip the the edge of the window, in preparation for some serious fucking. You pick up the pace, the wet skin of your hips smacking against my slippery butt cheeks over and over, sending water flying between our crashing bodies. "Oh oh ohhh!" I squeal, my ass jiggling from the force of our slapping bodies, my tight sheath stretched around your pistoning cock. I enjoy the delicious sting of your hard body smacking against my wet cheeks, and I bend over further, jutting my round butt out like I'm getting a sound spanking. You reach below to cup my soapy jugs, pinching my dangling nipples. "I'm gonna cum, babe," I pant breathlessly, "I'm gonna cum all over your cock..." Just as I feel myself crashing over the edge, my pussy clenching and pulsating around your cock in a delicious orgasm, you plunge your soapy thumb up my contracting asshole. "Uunngh," I groan as you saw your thumb in and out of my tight tailhole in counterpoint with your cock. You leave it in place as I come down, and my asshole contracts and pulses around your thick digit like it's sucking your thumb. I imagine, for a moment, that I have two cocks plugging both my holes, and I shudder again, overwhelmed by the fantasy of two men fucking me at once... You pull your thick cock out of my suctioning pussy with a slurp, and start to jerk off over my upraised ass, your thumb still buried in my asshole. "Hold your cheeks open," you instruct me, and I reach back, spreading my butt cheeks with my hands. After a few seconds you pull out your thumb, and place the head of your cock right against the opening of my plundered butthole. "Gaahhhhhh!" you shout, and I feel my butthole twitch as the first spurt of your cum hits my open ass. Thick ropes of cum jet out of your spasming cock as you empty the contents of your balls onto my contracting asshole, coating my entire asscrack with your warm spunk. I push out a little and some of your cum bubbles out of my tight pucker and drips down my wet pussy lips. "Hold your cheeks open a little longer, babe," you say, as I hear you remove the handheld shower head from the wall. You aim the spray at my sticky sperm-coated asscrack and I am rewarded by the delicious feeling of the warm water pulsing against my asshole, as your cum rinses off my cheeks and down the drain. You shut off the water and I turn and pull you towards me, kissing your sweet lips and running my fingers through your wet shaggy hair. "That was yummy, thank you," I murmur. "You're welcome, babe," you smile. You reach for two towels and toss me one, wrapping the other around your waist. I climb out and dry myself off. "It's too bad we can't just stay in and do that all day," I grin mischievously. "You sure you have to go?" you ask hopefully, brushing my wet curls over my shoulder with your hand. "I promised Caroline, we've had these lunch plans for weeks," I sigh. "But good thing for me, I know where you live." I wink at you. "Maybe I'll run into you," you say smirking, as I saunter back to our bedroom. "I'll make coffee!" you call after me. In our room, I smooth lotion over my wet skin and slide on a pair of panties. I put on a bra and a pair of stockings and slip into my favorite green dress. "Hey, babe?" you call from the kitchen, "Is this all the wine we have left?" I put on a pair of earrings and join you in the kitchen. You're holding a single bottle of red wine. "Yup," I reply, "We opened three bottles last night, remember?" "Oh, yeah," you groan, "I gotta buy more booze before the guys come over." "Who is coming over again?" I ask, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Um... Just the guys from college, you know Greg, Jordan. Maybe some of their girlfriends. Oh, and possibly Jess. They haven't seen old Robbo in ages. We can go to the bar if you prefer..." "No, that's alright," I assure you, "just make sure you buy beer too." "Of course," you say. You grab my mug and take a sip of my coffee. "You know... I make amazing coffee," you say. I jab you in the ribs. You're still in your wet towel. "Put on a shirt," I reply, winking, "Or don't." "Bye babe," you say, and lean in to kiss me. "I'll be seeing a whole lot of you later." ********** When I get back to our apartment that evening, there's already a bit of a house party underway. I kick off my boots and walk down the hallway to the living room where you, Rob, Greg, Jess, Jordan, and Jordan's girlfriend, Amy, are talking and drinking noisily. "Melly!!" everyone shouts when I walk in. "Hey, guys," I say, "Who wants to get this girl a beer?" You saunter up to me two beers in hand, it's clear you've had a few. "For you, babyface," you whisper in my ear and kiss me sloppily on the cheek, and then again on the lips. "Yum," you say and smile at me. "Get a room, you two," Greg shouts from across the room, "And then make us a videotape!" Jordan and Greg high five. I roll my eyes and sit on the arm of the couch next to Amy. "You fucking wish, Greg," you say drunkenly, and walk back into the kitchen. "I'm getting more beers if anyone wants 'em!" Everyone raises their hand so you bring the entire six pack into the living room and then flop on the floor in front of the coffee table. "Hey, Greg," says Jess, "Wasn't it you that made that awful home video of you fucking that blonde chick junior year? And then made us all watch it? That camera was so shaky and out-of-focus, it was like watching 'The Blair Witch Project'. I nearly hurled." The boys "oooooooooh" in response. "Oh my God, I totally forgot about that," Rob says snorting and laughing into his beer. "The camera was jiggling so hard you couldn't tell if he was fucking a person or some kind of space alien!" Jordan screams. "Alright, guys, that's enough... besides, I didn't exactly hire a cameraman. And things shake a bit when you're trying to hold a camera and bone Jasmyn Price from behind at the same time... Man, she was hot." Greg says. "Too bad we'll never know if that was actually her!" says Jess. Everyone laughs. I'm relieved that she took some of the heat off of us but I'm still a little uncomfortable about the subject matter of watching people have sex. After last night, three of us in this room have a secret and I'm not itching for it to get out anytime soon. "Let's play 'Never Have I Ever...'" Jordan suggests. The girls groan. We know that game is just an opportunity for horny drunk people to perv out over each other's sex stories. "Come on! It'll be fun, you guys!" "If we're playing this game, then I definitely need another beer, because I am not drunk enough," Amy states. Jordan passes her a beer. "Okay, okay, me first!" says Jordan. "Never have I ever had sex with Melia." You roll your eyes and take a drink. "Way to set me up, man," you say. "Hey, I'm doing you a favor, Gav: see if your woman is faithful." Jordan laughs and kicks at you with his foot. You wink at me. God, I wish I could jump your drunk ass right now. "Amy, your turn!" Amy rolls her eyes. "I suck at coming up with these, Jordan. Um... okay, never have I ever had sex in the shower." I swig my beer and giggle, as I lock eyes with you. We just did that this morning. Luckily for us, though, it goes unnoticed as everyone but Amy drinks. "You've never had shower sex?? Babe, we gotta fix that!" Jordan says. "Get to it, you guys, the bathroom is vacant!" says Greg. "Yeah, dream on, pervert," Amy tells Greg. I like Amy. "Jess, your turn!" Jordan says, diffusing the tension. "Ooookay," Jess thinks. It's funny, I know she used to date you for two years in college so I bet there isn't much she can say she's never done. "Never have I ever had sex with a girl." All the boys groan and drink. "Do women count?" you ask, raising your eyebrow. "Low blow, Jess," Greg says. "Wait a minute, Amy, did you just drink??" Jordan asks his girlfriend. Amy nods and giggles. "Story! Story! Story!" Greg and Jess start chanting. "It's no big deal, you guys. I went to Wellesley. Shit like that happens all the time at women's colleges. One night I hooked up with this girl from my freshman hall." "Hooked up?" Greg prods. "We ate each other's pussies, okay? It was hot, but not really my thing. What can I say? I like men," Amy shrugs. "God bless America," Greg says. "I can't believe you ate pussy... And I wasn't there," Jordan says. "My turn! My turn!" shouts Greg. "Okay, okay: Never have I ever... had sex in a public place." Slowly, you and I both drink, as the room watches. I try not to make eye contact. "I knew it! I knew it!" Greg whoops slamming his beer on the table. "Gavin and Melia totally left the room to fuck last week when we were at Q-Bar!" I blush. "Come ON, man, don't deny it. You left in all kinds of a hurry and then came back with these shit-eating grins on your faces." "Guilty," you shrug and smile at me. Little does Greg know you had your dick up my ass during our entire conversation with him before we left the room... "You dirty, dirty dogs..." Jordan shakes his head in mock disapproval at us. "Hey, Amy, next time we're at Q-Bar, we gotta do that, okay?" "Thanks but no thanks," Amy says to him. "I'm not fucking at Q-Bar. Who knows where those couches have been?" "Gavin, your turn, man," Jordan says. "Aw, this is going to be good," says Greg, "This freak has done everything." He's got a point. I look at you and wonder what you're going to say... Never have I ever licked my own cum out of my girlfriend's ass? Never have I ever buttfucked my girlfriend while my friend watched? Never have I ever made a woman cum so hard she squirted twice and then blacked out? Because you've done all three of those things in the last 24 hours alone... I can attest to that. "I've never..." you say, "I've never watched my girlfriend have sex with another man." You look at me and raise your eyebrow slightly. Is this code? Jess chuckles, "Well I couldn't have called that one... Good one." Yeah, good one, Gav. "Aw, man!" says Greg as he is the only one to take a drink. "That's really mean, Gavin! You had to bring up Mandy Martinez!" Jess, Jordan, Rob and Gavin all laugh in recognition. This is obviously some inside joke from college. I shrug my shoulders at Amy, who looks equally clueless. "There's obviously a story here, Gav, fill us in," I say. "I'm delighted you asked, Melia," you say with a wicked grin, "So Sophomore year, ol' Greggy-pie falls head over heels in love with this girl, Mandy Martinez," you begin. Greg groans and holds his head in his hands. "Big tits, tight bubble butt. He was so in love with her he asked her out to dinner with him. And so they go out and apparently have the most amazing night, and the next day, Greg was like 'you guys, Mandy is my girlfriend.'" "She was my girlfriend," Greg snaps. "Anyway," Jordan interrupts, "the next week is homecoming and Greg goes to the game with Mandy, and then he's like 'Are you going to the dance?' and she's like 'Sure, I'll meet up with you there afterwards, I promised my girls I'd go with them.' And we get to the party later, and Greg is all like, 'have you seen Mandy?' 'Anyone seen my girlfriend, Mandy Martinez?' until this one guy is like, 'Isn't that the girl having sex with Jake Hardy on the mats in the rec room?' And we run down there, and sure enough, there is Mandy Martinez getting boned by Jake Hardy on the gym mats." "It was awful," says Greg, and I actually feel sorry for him a bit. "It was crazy, man," says Jordan, "They were just going at it doggy style, underwear around their ankles. Jake was riding her like he was at the rodeo." Jordan does a very enthusiastic mime, pretending to grip some one's imaginary hips while humping the air. "Jordan. Ew." says Amy. "It was really hot," Rob says. Then blushes. It's the first real thing he's said since I've gotten here. "Thanks for that, Robert. And thanks, Gavin, for bringing it up again, and breaking my heart afresh, you assface bastard." Greg reaches for another beer. "Payback is sweet," you say smiling at Greg. "You'll be fine, Greg, have another beer," Jordan says, "Rob-bo! Your turn." "Ummmm... Never have I ever had anal sex," Rob says into his beer. "Yeah, don't want to split some poor girl open, eh Big Knob?" Greg laughs. Rob looks mortified. God, I hate Greg. To no one's real surprise, everyone in the room except Rob and Greg drink. "Seriously?? Seriously, you guys?" Greg blinks in disbelief. "You've all had anal: That's insanity. Well, I mean I guess it makes sense since Gavin's had sex with Jess and Melia and we all know he's an ass man--" "Hey, I'm an everything man," you correct him, slightly amused. "Whatever. But Amy? Amy's had anal sex?! And with Jordan I'm assuming? Jesus..." Greg moans. "Don't be jealous, man, all it takes is some love and understanding," Jordan winks at Greg. "Oh, I'm not jealous. I'm disgusted. You guys know how many people get AIDS from having butt sex?" "Greg, you can't get AIDS from having anal sex with your partner, if your partner doesn't have AIDS," you rationalize. "Whatever. Enjoy your ass diseases. Un. Believable." Greg storms out into the kitchen. You and Jordan sigh and get up to go talk to Greg and calm him down. Greg can be a jerk when he's drunk. "God, I forget what drama queen Greg is," Jess says. "I guess this game is over." "Aw, but Melia didn't get a turn," Amy says. "I'm truly fine with that. I hate coming up with these. Besides, I'm not sure what I would have said anyway," I admit. "God, Greg is so annoying," Amy moans, "Why is he such a jerk?" "He's not a jerk," Rob says quietly, "He just hates being left out. So he pouts a little when he feels like he's the odd man out. It's no big deal, he'll be over it soon." "But he's not the odd man out," Amy points out, "you didn't drink either." "I'm always the odd man out," Rob says matter-of-factly. There isn't a hint of self-pity to what he says. After everything that I've learned about Rob, this makes me like him even more. "Rob, you're a really sweet guy," Amy says. Rob blushes. You come out of the kitchen. "Hey, Amy? Go rescue your man before he starts a fist-fight with Greg? They're debating video game scores again and I don't want to get my hands dirty..." Amy rolls her eyes and stands. "Well at least we're off of anal sex," she says. "Hey Jess, come help me in case I have to pull Jordan and Greg apart." They go into the kitchen leaving you and me alone with Rob. You plop down on the couch next to me and kiss my neck. I'm turned on watching Rob as he watches you kiss me. My pussy gets wet instantly. "Is this party over yet?" I murmur, "Because there's another party I'd like to get started soon..." I kiss your neck and then tug on your earlobe with my teeth. "Keep that up, and I'll take you right now on the coffee table..." you growl. "Is that a promise?" I whisper. Jordan and Amy come out of the kitchen. "Hey, guys? I think we're gonna head off. Amy's got an early morning tomorrow and we have a long train ride home." Jordan goes over to hug Rob, "It was great seeing you, man." You get up to hug your friends goodbye. "So that's it? This party's over?" Greg whines. "I still have room for at least two more beers." "You should have thought of that before you were Captain Bringdown, Greggy," Jess reasons. "Now, be a gentleman and walk me home... I'm sure Gav and Mel want their privacy." Jess winks at me. "They can't have privacy... Rob's here," Greg protests. "Come on, Greg, I'll buy you one of those gross hot dogs you like to eat when you're drunk," Jess cajoles. "...Fine." Greg smiles and gives in. He grabs his coat. "Bye, Losers," Greg waves to us. "Just kidding, love ya!" You and see your friends out then you flop on the couch with me. Rob settles back into the armchair. We sit in a peaceful silence for a moment or two. I rest my feet on your lap and you begin absent-mindedly massaging the arches of my feet. Your strong hands work wonders on my sore feet as you look at me, your brown eyes searching my face for something. Our Dirty Secret Shared I know what you want. I look at Rob. He looks away shyly as he sips his beer, but I stay on him without breaking my gaze and eventually he looks back at me. I smile at him. Then slowly, deliberately, I crawl over to you on the couch and into your lap, straddling your narrow hips and wrapping my arms around your neck. I look into your eyes and nod. You growl as you kiss me, sweeping your warm tongue between my lips and into my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue. You wrap your long arms around me as you kiss me passionately, and I feel your right hand slide down my back and cup my round ass. I moan involuntarily and you slide the other hand down to join the other. You squeeze and caress my pliant flesh over the soft fabric of my dress and tights as I grind my crotch against yours. I can feel how turned on you are, knowing that just the thought of your friend watching us makes you hard. Holding me against you, you lay me back down on the couch and cover my body with your body, still kissing my lips, my eyelids, my cheekbones... then slowly, I feel you kissing your way down my neck, between the fleshy globes of my big tits and down to my warm pussy, which is getting wetter by the second. You push my dress up to my waist and slide your fingers under the waistband of my tights, and in one motion, you slowly peel my tights and panties down my hips and legs and drop them on the floor. I open my thighs as you settle yourself between my legs and gaze down at my naked pussy. One of the reasons I wax my pussy totally bare is so you can see and feel just how wet you make me, and even now I can feel the clear liquid seeping out of my sex, wetting the pink puffy lips as you stare down at me. You separate the soft lips with your thumbs, exposing my wet delicate folds and my throbbing clit to your hungry gaze. My little fuckhole contracts involuntarily waiting for you to make your first move... You moan and bury your head in my wet pussy, sucking my hard pink clit between your lips, and I can feel my nipples stiffen as I writhe and groan beneath you. I rub my distended nipples through my dress and spread my legs wider, giving you full access to my weeping snatch. The animalistic slurping and sucking sounds you make as you devour my pussy drive me crazy with lust. I gaze past your head and stare at Rob, who has his eyes fixed firmly between my legs. He takes another swig of his beer without breaking his gaze, and watches as you munch away at my wet twat. I can't believe how much having your friend witness our sex play lights me on fire. My pussy juices like mad and you suck up every drop of it with your hungry mouth. You grab my ankles and push my knees into my chest, raising my hips off the couch a little. Still gripping my ankles, you lower your head and start licking at the tight knot of my asshole, teasing the sensitive flesh with your wet tongue. Then you lick along the length of my wet gash in one long stroke, from my puckered asshole up to my swollen clit and back again. "Mmmmm can't wait to fuck that naughty little asshole..." you moan. I arch my back and press my pussy into your face, groaning in pure pleasure. You lift your face and suck on one of your long fingers for a second, then start working it into my tight butthole. Once you have your middle finger lodged firmly in my asshole you go back to sucking my clit, and start fucking your finger in and out of my rear. I'm grunting and humping my butt against your finger as I feel my pussy clench and spasm on the edge of orgasm. I feel the delicious ripples radiating out from my groin and my nipples and I shiver and moan as I cum. "Oh fuck..." I hear Rob whisper, as he watches me cum all over your face and hand, bucking and writhing beneath you. I can hear myself panting as I come down from my fantastic orgasm, feel you gently licking and kissing my wet pussy lips and thighs. I pull your face up to mine to kiss you again, licking my salty-sweet wetness from your lips and face. I pull off your shirt and toss it onto the floor, running my hands up and down your warm chest and back. I weave my fingers through your shaggy hair and pull your face down to my ripe cleavage. You kiss and lick the exposed skin of my breasts above the neckline of my dress, then pull me back up onto your lap and I straddle you again, this time my naked pussy presses against your jeans, wetting the fabric near your crotch with my sticky cum. I raise my arms and you peel my dress off and over my head, leaving me naked except my black lace bra. "Hey man," you say to Rob, beckoning to him over my shoulder, "c'mere." Rob puts down his beer and approaches the couch slowly. You raise your eyebrow at me as if to say, "is this ok?" I smile. You grin at me. "Unhook her bra," you say to Rob, and he crouches down behind me. I feel Rob's long, thick fingers shake slightly as he gently brushes the skin between my shoulder blades and unclasps my bra, letting my tits swing free. You pull my bra off and then bury your face between my fleshy melons, tickling my fat pink nipples with your soft hair. I giggle and then push you back against the couch, squirming my naked body away from you, climbing down between your legs and kneeling on the rug in front of you. Rob is sitting on the floor next to me and I can feel him watching as I unbuckle your belt, open your jeans and start sliding them off. They drag your boxer briefs down with them and your gorgeous pole pops into view, the shaft long and hard, the pronounced tip already shiny and wet with pre-cum. My mouth waters as I wrap my fingers around your rod and stare up at you. I suck your stiff cock into my warm wet mouth and relish the sound of you moaning, as I suckle gently on the tip. I bob my head up and down enthusiastically, my lips wrapped around your wet dick, and I can feel you getting harder and thicker in my mouth. I take you as far down my throat as I can and I gag a little. I release you, breathe, then try it again. I'm showing off for Rob, and you know it, but you're certainly not complaining. "Go ahead," I hear you whisper, "you can touch her... it's okay..." I feel Rob move closer to me and then I feel his large hand gently caressing my back, raising goosebumps on the naked flesh. I moan and purr as I continue to fellate you happily, enjoying the sensation of your hands tangled in my dark curls and Rob stroking my back at the same time. I feel Rob lower his head to my skin and inhale, kissing the skin on my shoulder gently while he continues to caress me. I look up at you, with my lips wrapped around your cock, and you smile lovingly down at me as you run your fingers over my hair and face. I let your cock slide out of my mouth and then lean forward on my knees to tongue your balls. I suck each one in my mouth, and you groan in response. I wiggle my tail a little, trying to will Rob to move his hand lower. You get a wicked smile on your face. "Spank her ass," you tell Rob, "She's a naughty little bitch, and she loves it." It's true. I get more goosebumps as I feel Rob's hand slide down the length of my back and cup one of my round asscheeks. His hands are so big, it feels like he could palm my butt without a problem. I moan and tease the head of your cock with my tongue, flicking it back and forth. I feel Rob lift his hand, and I tense and shiver in anticipation... Smack! Rob's palm slaps the soft flesh of my ass and I feel the tender skin tingle, radiating out from where he hit me. Smack! He slaps the other cheek, making it bounce slightly, then he rubs the sting away with his large, warm palms. You hold my head and start fucking my face from below, groaning as your friend enjoys spanking my upturned ass. I moan around your cock, thoroughly enjoying my spanking. Smack! Smack! Smack! Rob slaps my fleshy butt faster, making the reddened cheeks jiggle. I can hear his heavy breathing and your moaning. I can feel my pussy dripping on the carpet I'm so turned on. Rob gives me one final hard spank and then caresses my sore ass with both hands. You release my face and I breathe, while you lean forward and start caressing my ass as well. "Aw, poor baby..." you whisper in my ear, "your ass is so red..." I feel you snake a finger between my cheeks, seeking out my asshole. I moan, my face pressed against your hip. You dip your finger lower between my pussy lips, and find my wetness. "Whoa, you are so wet, baby," you moan, "Come here." You beckon me back up to you and I climb up again. "Turn around," you say, and as soon as I turn my back to you, I feel you pull me back against you, settling me between your legs. "I think Rob should get a taste of this juicy puss, don't you?" you whisper in my ear as your hands reach around and squeeze my tits. "Open your legs, baby," you say and I lean back a little and spread my legs. I can feel your hard cock pressed against my lower back. "Rob loves eating a nice wet pussy, don't you, Rob?" Rob nods as he scooches over and sits between my open thighs, staring at my dripping snatch. We both watch him as he leans forward and starts gently licking between my puffy pink lips. It's strange feeling another man's tongue on my pussy, he's much more tentative and gentle than you, but it still feels amazing. He closes his eyes and licks his thick lips like he's savoring the taste. You pinch my nipples and play with my tits as you gently bite and tease my earlobe. I moan and grind my hips into Rob's face and he gets the hint: he starts sucking and lapping at my clit like a starving dog. I guess watching you all those years taught him well... Rob lifts his face and looks up at us. "You taste so good, Melia..." he moans and then goes back to eating me. He spreads my lips apart with his fingers and suckles my clit noisily. "Doesn't she?" you reply, caressing and squeezing my tits. I moan. "Like a juicy, salty peach... You like eating my baby's pussy?" you ask him. "Ugghhhhh yeahhh..." Rob moans, trying to wiggle his tongue inside me. "I think you're gonna make Melia cum, Rob..." you say, your hot breath against my ear, "You gonna cum, baby?" "MMmmmmmm..." I moan. I grind my sopping pussy against Robs face as you lick and kiss along my neck. "Fingerfuck her little pussy while you eat her, Rob, she loves that... don't you, baby?" you say. I groan in response. I feel Rob slide one of his long thick fingers inside my cunt and I shiver. "Rob's gonna eat you till you cum, and then I'm gonna fuck your tight pussy while he watches... okay?" I nod. I can barely speak anymore, my body is so overwhelmed by all of the delicious sensations. Rob slides his finger in and out of my wet hole, rubbing my g-spot while he sucks my clit. He moans right into my open pussy and I look down. I notice that he has his giant cock out, and he's jerking it while he eats me. I get my first look at Rob's enormous cock: the swollen head alone is the size of a child's fist and the large hole in the tip is leaking clear liquid. I imagine fucking that big whale dick and that's all it takes... I shriek as I cum, feel you pulling on my nipples as my pussy gushes, spraying Rob's entire face with the clear liquid. My hips buck and my legs tremble as I moan and shake, still squirting all over your friend. You hold me tightly to your chest and stroke my hair and face, murmuring into my ear, "That so good, so good, baby... You're so fucking beautiful when you cum..." as I come down. "Holy fuck," Rob says. He pulls up his shirt and wipes his face with it. "That was incredible." He pulls his wet shirt over his head and it lands with our clothes in a heap on the floor. "I've never had a girl squirt on me before!" My eyes are glued to Rob's huge cock, as it bobs up and down, freed from the confines of his pants and boxers. You catch me staring. "What do you think, baby?" you whisper in my ear, "You wanna try to take it?" Rob blushes. "Yes," I say. "Okay," you reply, "The lady says yes." Rob looks stunned. "We are at your beck and call. How do you want to do it?" "I want you to fuck me first, baby," I say. I'm hoping you can open me up enough to try it without it being too painful. "Then Rob." "As you wish," you wink at me. "But I get to pick the position." "Deal," I smile. "Hey, Rob, why don't you lie on your back on the rug?" you say. Rob slides his pants and boxers down and lies on his back on the floor. He's so tall, his legs extend all the way off the carpet. "Now, Melly, get on your hands and knees, but straddle Rob's face too... that's a girl." I settle my pussy over Rob's face and lean forward on my hands and knees. My face is a good foot away from Rob's monster cock. I can see it, but his body is so long I can't reach it with my mouth. I feel you kneel behind my upraised ass, as Rob starts hungrily sucking and lapping at my sensitive clit again. You slide the head of your cock up and down my wet crack, seeking out my opening, and when you find it, you push in, sliding it home. "Ohhhhhh fuuuck..." I groan as your thick cock slides into me. I can feel Rob's tongue nursing on my clit and your cock filling me full at the same time... I've never felt anything so exquisite before. Rob's hands reach down and find my dangling tits, kneading and pulling the soft flesh, and I'm in heaven. You grab my hips and start fucking me doggy style. My whole body feels like it is on fire. You slide in and out of my slick channel with your thick cock while Rob sucks my clit and tugs on my nipples. You spank my ass a couple of times for good measure as you plug away at my pussy. The slaps sting my already sore cheeks, but I like it. My pussy is already sopping wet and you're gliding effortlessly in and out. I feel your hands spreading my cheeks open, exposing my tight pucker. I know how much you like to look down at my winking asshole when you fuck me from behind, because you always say so. Normally, once you do that, it doesn't take long for you to want to pull out of my pussy and start fucking my butt instead. You're lucky you got me because I sure love getting fucked up the ass... All of a sudden, I hear you spit, and I feel your wet saliva drool into my spread ass. You use your finger to lube up my butthole while you fuck me, dipping it inside and wiggling it a little, stretching my tailpipe open. I groan. "I don't believe I've fucked your ass yet today, Melly... I think I should. What do you think?" you ask. I can hear that wicked grin in your voice. "Not yet," I pant, humping my ass onto your dick and your probing finger. "Please... just a few more minutes...This feels so fucking good..." I love having your dick up my ass but I don't want to stop what we're doing. I could definitely get addicted to having a tongue on my clit and a dick in my pussy at the same time... I stare at Rob's thick cock and grab the shaft with my hand. My hand barely fits around it. I tug on it a few times, and Rob groans. "Baby, I think it's Rob's turn," I say. "Let me try to work him into my pussy first and then you can fuck my ass, okay?" "Sounds good," you say, pulling out of my stretched pussy with a wet slurp, my juices wetting the insides of my thighs. "I've opened her up for you, Robbo. Have at 'er." I climb off of Rob's face. He looks dazed and drunk with lust, his big lips wet with my juices. "Rob, why don't you sit in that chair?" I suggest, directing him to our comfy armchair. Rob stumbles towards the chair and settles back down in it. I crawl over between his legs and grip his swollen dick again. "Hey babe?" I call to you, "Can you grab the lube?" I start jacking Rob's cock with both hands, and he leans back in his chair and sighs, watching me and licking his lips in anticipation, still tasting my pussy on them as he does so. I open my mouth wide and try to stretch my lips around the fat head. It barely fits but I get it in. I suck on the tip, letting my spit drool down his shaft. I feel you sit on the floor next to me. "That's so fucking hot, baby..." you say and stroke my hair tenderly while I suck your friend's cock. I can't believe we are doing this, letting someone else in our wild private life... But it feels really right, amazing in fact. We both know that any affection we have for Rob won't interfere with the strong bond you and I share. Hell, it may even be strengthening it. I love that you are man enough to share me with your friend, proud to share me, without being threatened or jealous of him. I can sense that us making your friend happy, makes you happy. And knowing all of this makes me love you even more, if that's possible. I pull my lips off of Rob's cock and kiss you deeply, telling you without words how much I love you, how much I want you, how much I love that I am yours. I know you get it. You tip the bottle of lube upside down, and drip the slippery liquid onto your friend's gigantic cock as I run my fingers up and down, lubing the shaft. We lube him up together like this for a minute or two, and then you kiss me again. "I love you, baby," you whisper in my ear. I climb up into Rob's lap, settling myself over his huge cock. He leans forward, buries his face in my hair and inhales. I feel my palms sweating a little, all of a sudden, as the nerves hit me. I look over my shoulder at you and you sense my panic. You rub my lower back and lean forward. "Okay, Rob, why don't you hold your cock upright and give Melia both her hands free to manoeuvre..." you suggest. Rob grabs his thick shaft and holds it upright. The huge head is as wide as my whole pussy. I reach down and spread my pussy lips and try to rub the head of his cock between them. I masturbate myself on his horsecock like this for a few minutes, rubbing my clit against the spongy head. It feels really good. Finally, I position the head right at my opening and try to sit down on it. Rob holds his cock steady, and thank god for that, because it does not want to go in. "I don't think I can do it, baby," I pant, looking to you, the worry apparent in my voice. "Yes, you can," you say, "I know you can. I'm gonna coach you through this." I nod. I can feel the fat head of his cock pushing against the opening of my pussy, the pressure is intense. "Okay, now I want you to think about gyrating your hips like you're twisting a corkscrew into a cork..." I visualize a corkscrew and gyrate my hips slowly. I feel his cock making a bit of headway, gaining a tiny entry. "Good. Now, take a deep breath... and exhale." As I exhale I feel my pussy relax and slide down about an inch. I feel the head of his cock pop in, finally. "The head is definitely in, Melia," you say, excited. Rob groans. "Oh, I know," I say, practically panting. There is no way I could have missed that. I breathe trying to get myself used to the intense, slightly painful feeling of Rob's giant cockhead stretching my poor pussy wide open. As I breathe, the stinging subsides. I notice Rob is panting too. "This feels so fucking good, Gav..." he moans. "Oh my God..." "I know... I have the best girlfriend... the sexiest girlfriend..." you murmur to me, stroking my back, kissing my ear and my cheekbone. "You ready to push a little more of that fuckstick into your cunt?" you ask me. I close my eyes, inhale and then slowly exhale and feel a couple of inches of Rob's cock slide into my tight hole. Holy fuck, I've never felt anything this intense in my life. There are times when it felt like your cock was splitting me open, but Rob's giant cock makes your cock seem like child's play. I feel like I'm just one big breathing, pulsating sheath, being fucked wide open, impaled on a humongous dick. Rob moans and grips my ass. "I think I just need to stay like this for awhile..." I moan. "I'm not sure I can take any more..." My legs are shaking. Rob nuzzles into my neck, kissing the skin from my jawline down to my breasts. I wrap my arms around Rob's neck and hold on.