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A Story

By: bigblue



Late December on the shores of Lake Huron is a dichotomy of sensations. A cold blistery snow and a howling wind, in contrast with the soft warm glow of a fire. She trembled slightly on the soft wool rug in front of the fire as he gently tied the satin ribbons about her ankles, opening her to the firelights and shadows playing across the cabin walls. She had never tried to pleasure him in such a way before but this was what he wanted to try.

She glanced back over her soft shoulder as he gently rubbed the warm fragrant slippery lotion onto her back. A delicious glow developed at the base of her neck and descended slowly down her back. As he rubbed the lotion onto her naked butt, a warm soothing relaxation spread from her smooth breasts down to her delicious center back and through her tight virgin anus. Soon, his tongue and hands played an agonizingly slow race of sensations as he licked, nibbled and massaged the stress from her shoulders, down her back past her sex onto her slims legs. He lingered with his licks below her butt flesh, tracing small concentric circles down her thighs to the soft flesh behind her knees.

She strained slightly at the satin restraints around her ankles as his tongue laved her calves and then gently caressed her right foot. Gently he licked her heel, then the sole of her foot. A sharp intact of breath caught in her throat as he sucked each toe of her right foot while simultaneously caressing her mons with one hand and circled her tight little brown center with the other. Moving his tongue from her right foot to her left, he massaged the slippery lotion first onto and then into her steaming sex. Only the ribbons the color of the night sky stopped her arms from reaching back to hold his turgid organ as his tongue worked up her inside thighs and sucked gently first on one labia then the other.

She ached to take his length fully into her mouth. She wanted to nibble and lick the hardness of him as he nipped slightly around her clitoris. As he stroked his tongue around and around her growing clit, she trembled with the slippery penetration of her anus with his little finger. Slowly he worked his tongue in and down into her vagina, slowly increasing the slippery pleasure, slowly building around the sides of her anus. Agonizing pressure simultaneously began to build as he increased the tonguing pressure on her clitoris and inserted two fingers, slowly, gently penetrating her butt. Stretching, pulling creating a vibrating deep in her being.

As the licks around her clitoris quickened and transformed into an urging suction she strained at the ribbons enveloping her wrists and ankles, anchoring her to he rug. The crescendo slowing building, she felt him pull his treacherous tongue away from her quivering clitoris. Then she felt the soft tender end of his spongy organ press, ever so slightly at her anus. Slowly, slowly she began to push back – ever so slightly as his hot hard penis began a descent into her hot humid bowels. Slowly as she pushed back into him, ever so slightly he began a gentle tugging with his fingers on her sex. As his fingers quickened, urging her nerves and muscles to contract into the beginnings of a spasm, she felt herself open to him and she pushed back a little faster, a little faster as suddenly she felt his balls swing into her thighs, engulfing his full length into her body.

Quickly now then incessant tugging of her husband’s fingers on her clitoris and the pushing of his organ into her butt started a flaming vibration of contractions. Her breaths coming in gulps, whimpers and them a scream escaped her lips as she convulsed deeply in her being as she felt the hard hot lumps of her husbands ejaculation deep within her. Finally, she felt her husbands weight on her back, his organ deep within her. Slowly the glow that began deep within her center spread through out her trembling limbs, quieting the quivering. Her mind dreamy from the glow, she could no longer feel the satin ribbons, only the love of her husband and the love in her heart. ON A COLD WINTER’S NIGHT

Late December on the shores of Lake Huron is a dichotomy of sensations. A cold blistery snow and a howling wind, in contrast with the soft warm glow of a fire. She trembled slightly on the soft wool rug in front of the fire as he gently tied the satin ribbons about her ankles, opening her to the firelights and shadows playing across the cabin walls. She had never tried to pleasure him in such a way before but this was what he wanted to try.

She glanced back over her soft shoulder as he gently rubbed the warm fragrant slippery lotion onto her back. A delicious glow developed at the base of her neck and descended slowly down her back. As he rubbed the lotion onto her naked butt, a warm soothing relaxation spread from her smooth breasts down to her delicious center back and through her tight virgin anus. Soon, his tongue and hands played an agonizingly slow race of sensations as he licked, nibbled and massaged the stress from her shoulders, down her back past her sex onto her slims legs. He lingered with his licks below her butt flesh, tracing small concentric circles down her thighs to the soft flesh behind her knees.

She strained slightly at the satin restraints around her ankles as his tongue laved her calves and then gently caressed her right foot. Gently he licked her heel, then the sole of her foot. A sharp intact of breath caught in her throat as he sucked each toe of her right foot while simultaneously caressing her mons with one hand and circled her tight little brown center with the other. Moving his tongue from her right foot to her left, he massaged the slippery lotion first onto and then into her steaming sex. Only the ribbons the color of the night sky stopped her arms from reaching back to hold his turgid organ as his tongue worked up her inside thighs and sucked gently first on one labia then the other.

She ached to take his length fully into her mouth. She wanted to nibble and lick the hardness of him as he nipped slightly around her clitoris. As he stroked his tongue around and around her growing clit, she trembled with the slippery penetration of her anus with his little finger. Slowly he worked his tongue in and down into her vagina, slowly increasing the slippery pleasure, slowly building around the sides of her anus. Agonizing pressure simultaneously began to build as he increased the tonguing pressure on her clitoris and inserted two fingers, slowly, gently penetrating her butt. Stretching, pulling creating a vibrating deep in her being.

As the licks around her clitoris quickened and transformed into an urging suction she strained at the ribbons enveloping her wrists and ankles, anchoring her to he rug. The crescendo slowing building, she felt him pull his treacherous tongue away from her quivering clitoris. Then she felt the soft tender end of his spongy organ press, ever so slightly at her anus. Slowly, slowly she began to push back – ever so slightly as his hot hard penis began a descent into her hot humid bowels. Slowly as she pushed back into him, ever so slightly he began a gentle tugging with his fingers on her sex. As his fingers quickened, urging her nerves and muscles to contract into the beginnings of a spasm, she felt herself open to him and she pushed back a little faster, a little faster as suddenly she felt his balls swing into her thighs, engulfing his full length into her body.

Quickly now then incessant tugging of her husband’s fingers on her clitoris and the pushing of his organ into her butt started a flaming vibration of contractions. Her breaths coming in gulps, whimpers and them a scream escaped her lips as she convulsed deeply in her being as she felt the hard hot lumps of her husbands ejaculation deep within her. Finally, she felt her husbands weight on her back, his organ deep within her. Slowly the glow that began deep within her center spread through out her trembling limbs, quieting the quivering. Her mind dreamy from the glow, she could no longer feel the satin ribbons, only the love of her husband and the love in her heart.

A Story



I am sitting in my chair thinking of the punishment I have planned. I look at the clock. Five minutes till five pm. I told my sub to be here at five. I laugh as I look up and see her car pull up. I hear her knocking on the door at 4:57. I let her wait until five, before I tell her to come in. 

“May, lock the door before you enter this room!” I call out. I hear the click as she locks the door.

“May,” I call, “GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!” Without looking up as she enters, I say,” May you were late five times getting here this month. For this you will be punished.” I look at her and she quickly says, ”Yes Sir.” 
 I walk over to a pole I just recently added to O/our play. Her eyes grow wide at seeing the pole. I look at her with out saying a word she walks slowly towards the pole and me. When she reaches the pole I put her hands into a set of shackles I have at the top of the pole. I leave her tied to the pole, as I sit and look at her. I stand and take a small knife from the table I set up. I move close to May, and slowly begin to cut her clothes away, until I have her standing there naked, shackled to the pole. I walk slowly around her looking at her lovely body. I sit in my chair again and silently go over my plans for her. 
 After waiting about 10 minutes, I get up and take a flogger off the table. I walk over to her, and trace her body with the flogger, running it over her breasts and pussy. I step back and smack her across the ass. By the 3rd lick she is cumming hard. I stop and look her in the eyes and ask, "So you want to cum do you?" There is a moment of silence and I order, “ANSWER ME!” She moans, ”Yes, Sir!” I reply, “Then cum you will.”

I open a small box by may chair and remove an 8" dildo 4" buttplug. I place the dildo up her pussy, and the plug up her rosebud. I lock both in place with a chastity belt. Then look at her and order, "May don’t move. That means not a muscle.”

I return to my chair to sit and watch as the first orgasm hits her hard. I watch her fight to keep still as each orgasm hits her. Standing, I walk over and tug on the belt, making the dildo and plug wiggle inside her. I get a wicked grin as I start to flog her ass again, forcing her orgasm to come harder and faster. Grinning again, I attach some nipple clamps to her hard nipples. Smiling as she cums again as I tighten them. I Smack her breast with the flogger, making her cum yet again. 
 I unshackle her letting her fall to the floor, where the movement of her dildo brings a loud moan. I hit her with the flogger telling her to kneel in front of my chair with her ass facing me. I sit watching her closely, smiling each time she wiggles because of the toys playing hell with her pussy and ass. I reach down and press against her toys. She moves away from my touch, and I whip her for that, and order her to press hard against me next time. She moans, “Yes, Master.” I reach in and pull hard on her nipple clamps, teasing her even more. I reach down again, and this time when I touch her plugs she pushes against my hand hard. I can feel her cum as I push the plugs in deeper. 

 At this point I decide to remove the toys from her body. The first to go are the nipple clamps. She moans deeply with the release of each clamp. I then remove the belt. As the belt falls away, the dildo slips from her wet pussy, leaving me to remove the anal plug. It releases with a load pop as it slides free. My sweet May falls to the floor, moaning at the relief of the toys removal, but crying at the end of the fun she was having. 

 I do not let her rest. I take my seat and order her to kneel facing me. She crawls over and kneels before me. I order her to remove my pants and suck my cock. She reaches up and undoes my pants, and begins to pull them down until she has them totally off. She crawls between my legs and starts to kiss and lick my balls. I watch as she sucks my balls into her lovely mouth. I close my eyes at the wonderful feeling passing over me. As she releases my balls I groan with pleasure. I open my eyes as she licks her way to the tip of my cock. She flicks her tongue across the slit, and I emit a long low moan as she swallows the head in her hot mouth. She takes as much as she can into her mouth. I close my eyes as she begins to fuck my cock with her mouth. I stop her with a word. Looking her in the eyes, I tell her, “You will not drink my cum today.” 

 Looking down on Mays lovely body, I lick my lips and begin to smile. I order her to stand and bend over until her hands touch the floor. Watching as she does this, I see her sweet pussy press out from between her legs. A glaze of her cum covers her lips. I reach out and lightly touch her pussy. Tracing a finger over and around her clit. I can hear her moaning deeply at my touch. Kneeling down behind her, I ease a finger into her pussy as I touch my tongue to her clit. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as I suck hard on it. I begin pumping my finger hard into her pussy, as my tongue licks her juices.

Standing without removing my finger, I quickly replace my finger with my cock. I drive it in deep, hard and fast. Fucking her hard and fast, until I feel she is about to cum. I pull out fast and just stand there as she begs me to keep fucking her. Smiling I slap her ass and say, “No talking!” She begs me to forgive her. 

 Holding my cock in my hand, I begin to slowly easy it into her rosebud. Easing it deeper and deeper till I have all 8inches buried deep in her ass. Moving slow and easy until she begs for more. Then I start pumping hard and fast, fucking her ass wildly. The feel of her tight ass squeezing my fat cock drives me crazy. I hear her begin to cum hard it is too much for me. I cum and push my cock deep into her ass, pumping my load deep up in her ass. Then I pull out of her ass. 

 I take my seat again, and watch her slowly fall to the floor. She looks at me and I tell her, “From now on be on time. Don’t make me wait on you, until you feel like coming over. Be here when you are told to be from now on.” 

“Yes, Sir,” she replies. I give her a light dress that hides little, for her to wear home. 

“Now go home, and wait for my call.” I tell her.

She slowly dresses, and then asks, “Master? May this lowly sub have a goodbye kiss?” Looking hard at her, I walk over and kiss her deeply, with all my love for her. 

Watching her drive off I begin to laugh, and ask myself, "Wonder if she will ever be on time now…



A Story



You greet me as I walk through the door and after saying our hellos, I pull you close to me. My lips locking with yours in a long, sensual kiss, both of us knowing what’s planned for later, but you not knowing what I have planned for you. We sit on the couch with you in my arms talking about the war and the various things going on back home, about how good it is to be home, and what we’d like to do while I am home. Then I slowly bend down, softly and gently kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine at the excitement and anticipation of what’s to come. You tilt your head up and put your arms around my neck, sighing softly as my tender lips reach yours. I slide my tongue into your mouth as my hand brushes over your clothed breasts, teasing your nipples with the soft fabric. This brings soft moans from your mouth as you arch your back, letting me know you want more. 

I begin to slowly suck on your neck while my hands begin to unbutton your pants. I whisper softly in your ear “I love you baby” then begin to nibble lightly and suck on your earlobe while slipping my hand down your pants and begin to rub your wet pussy and hard clit. You respond the way I knew you would, moaning gently, grinding against my hand and feeling my ever-growing hardness against your ass. You move your arms to push down your pants, but I grab your hands pulling them up and putting them back around my neck, with little protest from you. I whisper gently in your ear, “Good things come to those who wait.” You sigh almost in frustration but gasp as I slide two fingers into your moist pussy. My other hand goes underneath your shirt, pushing your bra up and exposing your firm breasts and hard nipples to my hands. I start to massage your breasts, sometimes twisting or pinching your nipples as I plunge my fingers in and out of your silky depths. You moan with pleasure as I pick you up, carrying you to the bedroom with my fingers still buried inside you. I lay you back on the bed, kissing your lips softly then slowly kissing down your body, pausing to take off your shirt and bra completely off. Taking one nipple into my mouth, I begin kneading and massaging your breasts in my hands. I alternate between nibbling and sucking on your nipples, occasionally swirling my tongue around your nipple in small circles. I switch to your other nipple as my hands pull away from your breast and begin slowly pushing down your pants, leaving you lying on the bed with nothing but your soaked panties on. You moan with pleasure and anticipation, but instead of pulling off your panties, I move back up your body, forcing my tongue into your mouth. 

Taking a blindfold from my back pocket I place it over your eyes. You lift your head and allow me to tie it around you securely tying it so you can’t see anything and it won’t come undone. Then I take your hand in mine, kissing you softly. Suddenly you hear a metallic click and cold metal around your wrist and before you can understand what happened, one hand is handcuffed to the bed. I grab your other hand. You struggle a little bit, but with one hand already locked up and me being stronger, it doesn’t take long before both hands are cuffed to the bed. You feel me stand up from the bed and can only wonder what I am doing as you hear nothing but silence. I slowly run my hands up your legs and remove your wet panties. Any confusion you had is now replaced by trembling in expectation as your naked body lies on the bed. I dip my head between your legs and begin to lick your pussy lips in a figure eight manner. I slowly penetrate your pussy lips continuing my pattern with my tongue, brushing over your clit at the top of the eight. You start moaning and writhing against my tongue, trying to get it deeper inside of you. I only respond by pulling it back, teasing you with my tongue and flicking it across your clit. I slide two fingers into your pussy, softly massaging your g-spot while circling your clit with my tongue. You moan in ecstasy and your body shudders as your orgasm hits you, coating my face in your juices. While you are basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, I take the time to un-cuff your arms from the bed, turn you over and refasten your arms to the bed frame. I move back down your body, kissing down your back and begin to lick up and down your pussy lips. Slowly my tongue travels up your ass, brushing over your rosebud. Your moans are muffled by the pillows but I can tell you’re enjoying my ministrations immensely. 

I spread your cheeks and begin circling your tight hold with my tongue, occasionally dipping my tongue into your ass. You begin writhing around, the muffled words from your moth, begging me to fuck you. I only smile and push my tongue deeper into your ass, plunging three fingers into your pussy. You moan in pleasure and frustration, it being so long and you wanting my hardness inside of you. I begin pumping my fingers in and out of your pussy, rubbing your clit with my thumb, sending shivers up and down your body, making you moan loudly. I lightly suck on your clit, sending you into another shuddering orgasm. I reach up and unlock your handcuffs, pulling you up into a doggie style position, sliding through your legs and pulling your pussy to my mouth and sucking on your lips lightly. You devour my cock; sucking on it with reckless abandon, finally glad to have my cock. You swirl your tongue in small circles around the head and shaft of my cock, making me moan, sending vibrations across your clit. I pull back from your pussy hearing you moan and ask, “You like that my little slut? You like how I eat your pussy, you little cock hound?” You only moan in reply and redouble your efforts in trying to pleasure me. 

I slide two fingers into your pussy, coating them with your juices as I flick my tongue back and forth across your clit. I pull my cock from your mouth bringing a whimper of protest from you as I kneel behind you. Sliding my wet fingers into your ass, I begin to wet your ass, prepping you for what’s to come. I pull my fingers out only to replace it with my full length. You cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure quickly overrides any other sensation as I begin to pump in and out of your ass. You start riding my cock, pushing back against my cock, trying to get my entire length into you. You moan loudly, thrashing against me and vocalize your frustration as I slow down, fucking you with long, deep strokes. I pull my cock out of your ass and ram it into your pussy, making you gasp in surprise. Seeing that you like it I draw back slowly, before ramming it in again. I fuck you like this for a while, grabbing your tits to pull you back into me while I ram into you. I begin to fuck you slowly and methodically, my cock easily sliding in and out of your wet pussy. Suddenly I change my tempo and begin pounding in and out, hard and fast. You gasp and moan as I alternate my tempo from fast to slow. You moan loudly as your orgasm builds and I feel my own building. It hits you as I shoot my load deep inside of you, the two of us climaxing together as we collapse on top of each other, basking in the afterglow of orgasm and great sex.



A Story



My name is Vanessa, people call me Van. I am 42 years old, single mother of two. This is my story. It's true. I have changed our names, but everything else I am writing, it nothing but the truth.

My boyfriend is Jimmy, almost 40 years old. He is tall, 6'2", around 220 pounds. In every since of the word, he is a 'manly' man. Rugged, experienced and a seriously above average IQ. He can be somewhat arrogant, but in reality, he has every right to be. He has lived more of life than most people even dream of. Now don't get me wrong, being such a 'manly' man, as he is, he is also one of the most sensitive and caring men I have ever met in my life. As you can probably tell by now, I am deeply and hopelessly in love with him.

When Jimmy and I met, we both were coming out of bad relationships. Neither one of us wanted a serious relationship, but we were both looking for friendship. Yes, it was friends with benefits. Jimmy and I both have unusually high sex drives. This relationship lasted a year. We came to know each other very well. He honestly became my best friend. I could tell him anything. We would talk about our darkest fantasies and talk about the 'dark' side of our lives. He would never judge me, nor would I judge him. I respected and admired him. 

Jimmy would do things to me that I never thought I would ever let anyone do. I remember the first time he discovered I was not an anal virgin. We were in his hot tub, while he was fingering me, he slipped one in my ass. He knew immediately I liked what he was doing. He made the comment:

"You are a dirty little slut aren't you..."

We would spend hours having sex...the one thing I was not sure of was the way he would pinch my nipples. No one had ever been rough with my tits, except for the occasional rough squeeze in the heat of passion. But Jimmy would pinch my nipples so much that I would be sore for days. As uncomfortable as it was, I did enjoy this and became quite accustomed to it. To tell you the truth, I can't imagine NOT having my nipples pinched and pulled now.

Jimmy's fantasies and mine have always run along the same lines...abusing, degrading and the humiliation of women. Jimmy would enjoy rougher sex, however, actually fulfilling a fantasy such as this was not really him. He honestly is a very sensitive person. One night while I was at his house, we were talking and he said it was a fantasy of his to face fuck a woman and not care about how she felt. I told him that I would let him do that with me, he blushed somewhat and said that he could not do it because he would feel guilty and would not be able to look at me the next day. I told him I really did not mind if he put his hands on my head and forced me. In fact, I had never let a man put his hands on my head while I was giving them a blow job, that was one of those things I had to have complete control over. I was actually quite an impressive cock sucker and I knew that. He never really did force his cock down my throat, but on occasion, he would put his hand on my head...but nothing too rough.

I had a boyfriend who would enjoy rougher sex, but still there was always a point where I had control and it never really went very far. It was more of the verbal than anything with him. He did enjoy talking dirty to me while having sex and enjoyed it while I talked dirty to him as well. 

Jimmy is more of a quiet lover. There are times, he does not make a noise. Me on the other hand, I am quite the opposite. I am very vocal. With having two kids, I have to constantly remind myself to be quiet. 

I remember the first time I every gave Jimmy head. He was sitting on the couch while I was kneeling in front of him. He has the most magnificent cock. It's actually much larger than the average. It's straight, thick and just down right perfect. Honestly, I can take an average mans length, but Jimmy, I was never able to take him fully. I did my best to please him. He did not cum easily...I swear I must have worked him for 45 minutes, He finally shot his load. 

Since the beginning, I have always enjoyed giving him head. I enjoy it so much it is actually a turn on to me. At this point, I have to say I am one of the rare women who can literally flood a bed when I orgasm. When I am sucking on Jimmy's cock, I get very wet. I think he knows how much I enjoy sucking him since he can feel how wet I am.

One weekend, while camping, I was in my usual position on my right side sucking his cock in bed. I had written a story about men using a woman for their pleasure. I also talked about them fucking her throat in the story. Well, Jimmy read the story that day (I usually let him read all my stories because if he likes them, I can see the hard on building. If they are just ok, then there is no hard on.) He liked this story. That made me happy. While I was doing my usual, his hand came from my back and on top of my head. He began forcing his cock deeper in my mouth. He was enjoying using my mouth and became more vocal than usual. He put both hands on my head and pushed my head farther. To my surprise, his cock slipped past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I immediately gagged. (Something that I usually don't do.) He let me up and I was gasping for air. My face was coated with my saliva, one of his hands came around to my face and softly stroked my wet cheek. When he did that, I immediately orgasmed. I was sopping wet. He pushed me down again and thrust his cock in my throat, I again orgasmed. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that having a man force his cock in my throat while I choked and gagged would bring me to orgasm. I know he was lost in the feeling as well...he began talking to me.

"Oh yes, that's it, that is how you deep throat....take it, choke on my cock..." he went on and on. 

I can't honestly tell you how many times I orgasmed whiled he fucked my throat. When he was ready to cum, he again shoved his cock in my throat and literally came down my throat. Needless to say, I gagged hard, he was so deep in my throat I could not even swallow. When I caught my breath, I giggled and said I was sorry for gagging so much . (Usually, hearing someone gag, he would gag in return...)but he said it was ok, he in fact liked hearing it on this occasion. He flipped me on my back and began masturbating me. He could not help but notice how wet I was already. He brought me to many more orgasms. We both collapsed. 

Since that weekend, I have made it my personal mission to be able to let him in my throat. Every time I give him head, I force him in as much as possible. I have gotten better...I am not gagging as much. He has become a bit more vocal during my blow jobs, even if its just moaning with pleasure. As weird as it sounds, I love it when I feel his hand come off my back and on my head and he talks to me. 

I have always had a very high sex drive, but for me, the summer is always the best. My drive increases in the summer time. I don't know why. I would love to be Jimmy's pleasure slave. Nothing would please me more than have him look at me and tell me to suck his cock, just because. In my fantasies, actually that is what happens. We would be sitting on the couch and he would look at me and say,

"Get on your knees and suck me, I want release." Or, "Go clean out your ass, I want to fuck it."

Honestly, the fantasies I have...they all have him using me to please himself. 

He has fulfilled a lot of my fantasies, I am not sure if he is aware of it though. There are times, when he will fuck my ass without warning. I do fight him some because of the intense pain on penetration , but he will usually just hold me down until I get use to it. I always do get use to it, I do love him fucking me in my ass. I sometime use my anal ball and get myself ready...telling myself that I will tell him I want to be ass fucked. I can't seem to bring myself to tell him though. Why? I don't exactly understand it myself, but I just can't. He always brings me to many, many orgasms, no matter what he does to me. He knows where my buttons are and how to use them.

Last night, was one of those fantasies...actually, it was not one I ever thought of the way it happened. 

As we settled into bed, he lay on his back as he usually does and extended his left arm for me to snuggle into. I sleep in the nude, just in case he wants to have sex. I don't turn him down. As usual, I run my fingers lightly over his chest, his arms and work my way down to his waist. Once at his waist, I know if he wants to sleep or to have sex first. Whatever I find, I usually continue to work my fingers around him lightly touching and tickling him. However, if he is naked, I will wiggle down to him and begin sucking his cock.

Last night, I was able to force a bit more of him in my throat without gagging as much. As I said, I am getting better, but still need lots of work...opening my throat is not all that easy. 

While I was working him, I heard him pull open the top drawer. This is where he keeps the dildo and the jar of Vasolin. I thought he was going for the dildo. He has fulfilled the fantasy of being fucked by two cocks for me with the dildo as well as fucking my cunt with himself and the dildo at the same time. Now, I am getting wetter thinking he is going to double fuck me tonight. I continued my mission...trying to open my throat for him to fuck. He was enjoying my mission too. 

When he had enough, he usually grabs my hair and tugs slightly for me to get up. I did not get up, I do so enjoy being a slut for him, covering my face with saliva as I continue working his cock. I don't know about him, but for me, the wetter my mouth gets, and when I pull away leaving a trail of saliva, it's a huge turn on for me. (I know, I am really warped.) He rolled towards the drawer and pushed me on my back. I knew it was time to stop.

As I wiggled back up the bed, he pulled my legs apart. I felt the Vasolin being smeared on my shaved cunt. Next I felt his fingers enter me. This was different this time, I think he used 3 or 4 fingers instead of the usual 2. I let out a gasp. His other arm pressed lightly against my neck and he began nibbling at my nipples. The harder he pushed his fingers in me, the more pressure he would use on my neck and bit harder into my nipple. I was now in a state of extreme fury. He was masterful at working my cunt. He slid down the bed and was between my legs. He was pushing more of his hand inside me. I can't honestly say how much of it, all I knew was the pain of his knuckles against my bone, then I felt myself open and allow his knuckle to pass. I was so gone. The way he can make me feel pain and pleasure at the same time still blows my mind. I knew he must have had his whole hand inside me since I heard him say.

"Oh yeah, that's a good girl, take the whole thing..."

He took his other hand and shoved a finger up my ass. After that, it gets somewhat blurry for me, I was in a massive state of supernatural orgasms. First he was using my body as he wanted, doing what he wanted, the main cord of my fantasies of him. But honestly, I never thought he could ever fit his hand inside of me like that. His hand is huge!! The one thing I can remember from that experience is the feeling I had when I felt my body give him total access to me. The way it felt when his knuckles slipped in. 

Since he was already between my legs, he kept my legs on his shoulders and moved into position to fuck me. Instead of fucking my pussy, he aimed for my ass. As soon as I realized where he planned on fucking me, I began to object. Not only was not I clean for him, but this position was much harder for anal. As I said, he is much larger than the average man, and this allowed way too much access. He was not taking no for an answer. He pushed the head of his cock in my ass. The burn was too much...one of my hands went to his thigh and the other to his chest. I tried to stop him. 

"Please, not this way" I said, "just let me get use to it, don't push anymore..." I begged.

His response was, "It's my ass bitch, take your hands down"

His words sent more gushes to my pussy. I do love it when he takes me...but being somewhat sane, I also know the pain that was to come.

"Put your hands down, I will go slow" he softly said.

I did my best to take my hands down, but it's just a reaction to try and stop him. He did take it slow and I was able to get use to his size. He began slowly fucking my ass. My cunt was pouring. He fucked my ass for a few minutes, then slipped out. When he was pushing back into me, he went into my pussy. My hands went up again to try and stop him It was too late...he began thrusting in my cunt and I was his. I did not care.

He would push deep in me, I would rub my clit and orgasm. I must have been milking his cock with my cunt convulsing because he would push deep in me then hold during my orgasm. I heard him moan and growl softly. 

He came deep inside me, then rolled over and masturbated me into yet another orgasm. I felt the gush of fluid run from my cunt as he removed his fingers. I don't think I have ever actually cum as much as I did last night. Usually, I have to get up and get a towel for the large wet spot on the bed, but last night, I had to get 2 towels. Not only had I soaked my side of the king size bed, but his as well. 

Now, Jimmy and I have been together as a couple for almost a year. I swear I have never wanted to please a man as I want to please him. I want to be able to fulfil his every fantasy. I know this is impossible, but it does not keep me from wanting to.

My fantasies would be of him using me. One time, I remember sucking his cock and he came all over my face. We giggled at how slutty I looked with his cum on my face dripping down. I loved the way he looked at me then. 

Another time while sucking his cock, he grabbed my hair and snapped it back and stroked his cock as I opened my mouth to take his cum. It was an awesome feeling of waiting for his cum to fill my mouth while he held my head in place. When he released me, I swallowed most of his cum, and the rest ran down my chin onto my chest. I rubbed his cock all over my face, smearing his cum on me. 

Jimmy is sometimes hard to read in his reaction. I know this stuff is a huge turn on for me, but am not always sure how he takes it. Lets face it, a woman who enjoys sucking and fucking, I know he enjoys a lot of things I do....he is human after all. But I am not sure as to how much he enjoys me or actually understands how much I want him to use me for his pleasure. I know he is not into the games or role playing thing, but not sure he fully understands its not role playing for me. I really want him.

This could all be due to my hormones as well. It seems before I start my period, is when its worse for me. The closer I get to starting, the hornier I get. I guess I keep quiet because I know he is stressed, works hard and right now, I am not working. All I do it seems lately is sit around thinking of him using me. I know if I were working, I would not be as bad as I am right now...but right now, this is what I have. He is at work now, and I sit here writing this story. The thing that runs through my mind since last night is how my body gave way to him. Oh god, a feeling I cant ever express with words. All I really know is that this man can do whatever he wants to me and I would enjoy it. 



A Story



Having read stories on Literotica for a few years, I finally started writing and posting stories at the beginning of this year. I never knew what an effect it would have on my life! I always imagined that this site was a place where we described our fantasies. I never suspected it would lead to one of them actually happening. 

This is the true story of how it did happen.

While I was posting the instalments of my story The Festival, I was lucky enough to receive a lot of feedback from readers. Some was in public comments, but most was in private messages. More often than not it was guys saying how much the story had turned them on and encouraging me to write more. That's great and I really appreciate it.

What really gave me a kick though was hearing from women who'd enjoyed my story. I've had a lot of female friends tell me they enjoy reading erotica and get turned on by it, so I'd guessed that there were a fair few women on the site. But I was still excited to find out how many had read my story and how many had got turned on by it. I particularly liked it when they told me about which parts had turned them on, and which parts had made them cum. It's incredible to think that the words I type into my computer here can have such an effect on someone on the other side of the world.

However, not everyone who mailed me was on the other side of the world. I heard from quite a few more local people. My story was set at the Glastonbury festival, a famous music festival in South West England, and many of the readers had been to it, and so could really picture what I was describing and imagine themselves in the situation.

Here's what one lady said. I'm changing all the names in this story, so just imagine she's called Julie: "Hi Deepblue -- I just wanted to say I thought your story was great. I go to Glastonbury every year and stay in the motorhome enclosure. I'll be going this year and will be trying to work out which one your horny foursome are staying in. If I guess right I might even go and join in to make it a fivesome!"

Most of the women who e-mailed me were disappointed to learn that The Festival was complete invention. I wish it had happened to me, but it hasn't. I had a few group sex experiences when I was at university about ten years ago, and in the next few months I'll write them up and post them here. But, if I'm honest, none of them were as full-on or sexy as The Festival. I didn't really think real life sex could be that good. I thought it only happened like that in stories. 

Until last weekend that is.

I've developed e-mail relationships with quite a few of the people who've enjoyed my stories. Like I say, I've enjoyed hearing about what they like and getting to know them all a bit better. I didn't expect anything to develop beyond e-mail, and so I was amazed when Abby suggested meeting up.

Abby had e-mailed me after the third chapter. I've copied and pasted her first e-mail here:

"Ohmigod! How hot was that? Your story has just had me cumming again and again and again!!! It's the best story I've read on lit. PLEASE write more!!!"

I was pretty happy with the feedback! In case you're wondering, by the way, I've checked with everyone involved in this story and they're all happy for me to tell this story, so long as I change names. 

Abby and I got e-mailing. It turned out she's a 25-year old public relations executive who lives in Cardiff. She's single, having just ended a five year relationship with someone she'd met at university. We got on really well, e-mailing each other about once a day, telling each other about our lives, what we'd been doing, and, inevitably I suppose, about our sexual fantasies.

One of the reasons Abby had ended with her ex was because he was unadventurous when it came to sex. They'd been together for most of their time at university, so, while all her friends were seeing different guys and experimenting, she'd been having the same sex with the same guy. She'd got bored.

She told me she wanted to have sex like the characters in The Festival. One e-mail said: 

"Hiya Nick -- how's going? Loved chapter four. SO HOT! I'd so love to be Keira -- 2 fit women kissing my tits while you slide your thick cock inside me. I'd cum so much!! Would be much better than work -- pitching to a possible new client today. Yawn. I'll be thinking about your story instead!! What u doing? Abby XX"

At around that time -- this would have been mid-February, I got my first e-mail from Louise. At first she was quite serious and reserved: "Dear Deepblue32 -- I've never written to any author of a Literotica story, but I wanted to write to you to tell you how much I admire your work. I look forward very much to reading more. Regards, Louise."

We e-mailed back and forth a few times and gradually she loosened up. I guess she was just a bit nervous about the whole thing, but it soon became clear that she was a really fun girl. She's a 27-year old solicitor who, because she's still paying off student debts, is still living with her parents in Bath. She had a boyfriend, but he was living in London and they hardly ever saw each other. 

By early March she was explaining to me how she coped being so far away from her boyfriend: 

"Hi Nick -- You're right it is really hard not seeing Steve. I miss him. I miss having someone in bed with me. Tonight I've been really frustrated. A lot of work on at the moment, and I come home and there's nothing to do here, just watch TV with mum and dad. So, I've come to bed early and have been reading your stories on Lit. I came halfway through the final chapter, at the part where Nick makes Jen cum with his tongue. I imagined having someone licking my pussy like that. Mmmm! Then when he made her squirt I came again! I've never squirted. Does it really happen? I'd love to do it myself one day, as it sounds amazing. Anyway, must get some sleep, as I've got a big day in court tomorrow. Mail me soon! Lou. Xxx

Over the next few weeks I carried on e-mailing both Abby and Louise, as well as quite a few other girls. Our conversations got dirtier and dirtier, really getting into our deepest fantasies. The one that kept on coming up with both of them, I guess not surprisingly, was group sex. Neither of them had ever had sex with more than one person at a time and both wanted to try it.

I'd thought we were only talking about it theoretically, so was a bit taken aback when I received this e-mail from Abby: 

"Hey Nick. Hope your good. I've been thinking about what we've been talking about and I've decided I want to do it. I want too have a threesum. Are you up for it? No hassle if not, but I think it could be fun!! Abby xxx :)"

As I read the message my heart started to pound and I could feel the sweat on my hands. Was she serious? Could this really happen? I was nervous and uncertain, but I was also definitely interested. My cock had started to rise as I pictured myself having a threesome with Abby. 

Then it occurred to me I had no idea what she looked like. We'd never exchanged photos. I had an image of her in my mind, but it was almost certainly inaccurate. I mean women don't really look like Jessica Alba do they? I wondered if I could ask to see her photo. I figured there was no harm. Better to check now that I fancied her, and I guess also that she fancied me.

I e-mailed her back saying I liked the idea, but maybe we should swap pics and attaching one of me. I'm not the best looking guy in the world, but I'm not the worst either, so I wasn't too shy about sending mine. I'm 32 years old, six foot two, have short blond hair, blue eyes, and go to the gym three times a week, so I'm not in bad shape. Maybe a few too many beers have given me a bit of extra on the belly, but I hoped it wasn't anything that would put her off.

She e-mailed straight back: "You boys, you're all about the looks aren't you! I fancy you for your dirty mind and because from the way you write you sound like you know how to treat a girl in bed. Funnily enough though, you look just about how I imagined you would. Here's 1 of me. Say nice things or else!!"

I didn't need to lie. As I opened the picture I felt my cock stiffen up even further. Abby was prettier than I'd dared to hope. Ok, she doesn't look anything like Jessica Alba, and she's not as perfect as the girls in The Festival. No real life girls are. But Abby is hot. Believe me -- she's really hot. 

In the picture she was standing on a beach in a blue patterned bikini. She was wearing shades so I couldn't make out her eyes, but she was just the right shape -- curvy but not overweight. She was tanned and her shiny brown hair reached to her shoulders. I estimated her tits to be 36C. They were pert and full. My cock was starting to throb as I imagined sliding it in the valley between those tits. Her stomach wasn't totally flat, it had a few pounds on it and I guessed her ass did too, but overall I'd have said she was about a size 12, about five foot six inches. Most striking of all though was her smile. It was wide, natural and it radiated enthusiasm and fun.

I was definitely up for it. If I'd seen her in a bar I'd have wanted to sleep with her, and I was more than doubly up for having a threesome with her and another girl. The thought struck me then that I'd assumed it was another girl. Maybe she wanted another guy? My story contained threesomes with two guys and a girl, so why should I assume she was talking about two girls and a guy? I e-mailed her, not asking directly what gender we'd be looking for, but asking what her general plans were.

She wrote back: "Glad your up for it. It's going to be so good. My pussy is wet just thinking about it. Why don't you come down to Cardiff this weekend. We'll go out and pick up a girl in a bar and bring her back to mine to have our wicked way with her!!! xxx"

I was relieved she wanted us to find another girl. I wasn't completely against the idea of another bloke, but it definitely didn't get me as excited as the idea of me with two fit women.

I was just about to e-mail Abby back to say I'd be there on Saturday afternoon, when an e-mail from Louise arrived in my in-box.

It said: "Hi Nick. How's it going? I'm completely bored today. Nothing is happening at work. I've got no social life. Nothing to do for all four days over Easter. I tried calling Steve last night and he was on voicemail. I left a message but he didn't reply. How shit is that? I've just been reading your new story about Amy, Jen and Nick having a threesome and it's the only thing that's keeping me awake today. It was a brilliant story. I loved the way you built up to it, with Amy talking about the sex they've had, then Nick watching the films of Amy having sex, then Amy, Jen and Nick all going at it together. I'm at work now so can't touch myself, but my clit is pulsating and my pussy is soaking wet. As it always is after I read your stories!! I might have to go somewhere private! God I wish something like that could happen to me. Anyway, how are you? Lou. X"

As you might expect, this got me thinking. Could Louise be the third person in our threesome? I'd already seen a picture of her on her law firm's website. It was a boring corporate shot of her in a suit, but she still looked good. She had short, wavy, light blonde hair, a thin, slightly angular face. Her lips were full and pouting, and her eyes were a beautiful green. She was pale-skinned and had a smattering of freckles across a cute little nose. It was only a head and shoulders shot so I couldn't tell anything else about her body, but it was more than enough to make me sure I'd want to fuck her. But would she be interested?

I e-mailed her, telling her about Abby's idea, and asking if she'd like to come along. I then went and had a wank, imagining Abby and Louise both sucking my cock at the same time. As I spurted into my hand I thought about how I could be doing it into their mouths in just two days.

When I got back to my computer Louise hadn't responded, so I went to the gym for a couple of hours. I ran on the treadmill and lifted the weights trying to take my mind off the threesome we were planning. But I was surrounded by fit women, all sweating in tight lycra outfits, and I was picturing how Abby would look without her bikini, and what Louise was hiding below that enticing head and shoulders shot. After a while I had a raging hard-on, so had to give up on the weights and take a cold shower. 

When I got back from the gym I had e-mails from both Abby and Louise. Abby's said: 

"Oi! Come on! What's your answer?!!! Don't keep a girl hanging on like this!!"

Louise's said: 

"Ok. Yes. I'd like that. But on three conditions: One, if I'm uncomfortable at any point, we can stop and I can leave. Two, we meet on neutral ground, like a hotel in Bristol. Three, I want you to make me squirt, like Nick does with Jen in your story. Can you do all that?"

Was ok with it?! I was possibly more excited and turned on than I've ever been at any point in my life!

I e-mailed Abby to check she was ok with this new idea and she loved it. All three of us started e-mailing on the same thread and I booked myself into the Brigstow, a smart hotel right in the centre of Bristol where I've stayed a couple of times before. We were online till late that night, the girls getting to know each other a little better and all of us talking about what we were going to do on Saturday night. I came twice at my computer as the girls' descriptions became more and more graphic, and I went to bed that night with many happy images in my mind.

The next day I spent playing golf, and having a few beers with some mates. I restrained myself and didn't say anything to them about it. I didn't want to brag about it before it had happened, and I wasn't sure how the girls would feel about me telling my drinking buddies about it all.

Finally, Saturday came and I drove down to Bristol. I arrived at the Brigstow and checked in. We'd arranged to meet in the bar at seven, but I'd arrived a couple of hours early to settle in. The room was perfect -- from the window I could see swans gliding across the river below and people and cars rushing across a bridge. In the room there was a large bed, covered in a soft white duvet and four large black and red pillows. The walls were dark wood and the carpets were luxuriously deep and soft. The bathroom was state of the art with a plasma screen set into the wall at the foot of the bath, and there was a fully stocked minibar. 

I poured myself a gin and tonic and settled into a hot bath. I relaxed there for hour or so, watching some tv, then I got out, shaved, brushed my teeth and lay down on the bed. As I lay there naked, thinking about what was going to be happening on that bed in just a few hours, my cock started to rise again. I looked at it, and thought that if all went to plan it was going to be a very lucky cock indeed.

I should point out at this stage that, much though I wish I was like the character Nick in The Festival stories with a nine inch cock, mine is just a normal six inches. I guess that's average and I've never had any complaints. However, I'd already told Louise and Abby about it, in case they were expecting a nine-incher and were disappointed with mine. They'd both actually said they guessed that was the case, and had reassured me that, as long as it's above six inches, it isn't how big it is, it's what you do with it.

Well, I was planning to do a lot with mine that night. I was nervous, but excited. A lot could go wrong: they could not turn up, they could have sent false photos, we could not get on, the sex could be bad. But then a lot could go right, and I was ready to take that risk. I just hoped they were too.

I got dressed in a casual dark brown suit and open-necked, freshly-ironed white shirt, then went to sit at the bar. Like the rest of the hotel it was ultra-modern, small but all glass and marble with a good view of the foyer. There were a few groups of people dotted on tables around the room, and just one guy serving drinks behind the bar.

I ordered a bottle of beer and sat on a stool, pretending to be calm and relaxed. I kept glancing at the front door of the hotel, wondering who'd arrive first, trying to guess what they'd be wearing. Because I was so nervous, I finished my beer quickly and I was just standing up, leaning forward to order another one, when I felt someone squeeze my ass.

I span around and found myself face to face with Abby.

"Hi!" we both said at the same time. We laughed nervously, and then Abby leant forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick peck, but it was enough for me to feel her soft warmth and for my cock to respond with a twitch.

"So I'm first am I?" she said jumping up onto the stool next to me and smiling at me. 

"Yes, Lou's not here yet. You want a drink?"

"Sure. I'll have one of those beers."

I ordered her drink and looked at her. Some people look good in photos but are a disappointment in person, but Abby is one of those people whose animation and liveliness make them even more attractive in person. She was wearing trainers, blue jeans and a red halterneck top. I was looking forward to pulling apart the spaghetti straps that were holding it up behind her neck. I pictured it falling away, revealing her full, ripe breasts.

She caught me looking at her tits and seemed to read my mind. 

"I can't believe we're really going to do this," she said quietly, leaning towards me.

"Are you still ok with it?" I asked.

"For sure," she said. "I've not been able to think of anything else for the past few days. "Plus, you're even better looking in the flesh." 

As she said, she flashed me the smile that I'd seen in her photo. It was a truly beautiful smile that lit up her face and seemed to make the world a better place. All of a sudden I felt less nervous. She kept on smiling as she ran a hand along my right thigh, up towards my crotch, where she left it.

"Have you checked out the room yet?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, conscious of her hand slowly rubbing up and down the top of my leg, inches away from my rapidly stiffening cock. "It's good. You'll like it."

"I'm sure I will," she breathed, leaning in to me and looking into my eyes. I leant forward and closed my eyes, as our lips touched again. We pushed softly towards each other, our mouths opening and tongues gliding together. I reached up to hold her face with my hand as we kissed, pushing aside her silky soft hair.

We were distracted from our passionate kiss by a gentle cough next to us.

"Started without me, have you?"

It was Louise. As we turned to look at her, both Abby and I caught our breath. I'd never have guessed from the corporate photo I'd seen of her that she was this hot. She was wearing a sheer black dress that highlighted a stunning figure, trim, but curvy in all the right places. We were all silent for perhaps longer than was decent as my eyes travelled over the curve of her breasts that I guessed were 32Bs, down over her flat stomach to where her dress ended at mid-thigh, resting on to reveal long, sculpted legs. I stood up and in her high heels Louise was only a few inches shorter than me. I looked into her green eyes that sparkled like the diamond studs in her ears and said: "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to leave you out."

She smiled at my cheesy line as I leant forward and planted a kiss on her lips, a kiss that was a little longer than a peck, but less full on than the one I'd just given Abby.

"Nice to meet you, Nick," she said formally. 

I realised that most of the men in the room had noticed Louise when she walked in, her short wavy blonde hair bouncing behind her, her heels clip-clopping across the floor, her dress sashaying across her thighs and clinging to her ass. The eyes of the watching men widened as she turned to Abby and kissed her full on the lips.




A Story



Louise might have been nervous, but she wasn't showing it. Perhaps she'd got used to covering up her nerves in court. 

While I ordered Louise a vodka and tonic and the girls found us a table in a corner I could feel the eyes of all the men in the room burning jealously into my back. I fought to control both my grin and my erection as I carried the drinks across the room and looked at the two beautiful young women who I knew I would soon be fucking. 

I'd expected it to be a little uncomfortable at first, but we all got on really well. The conversation flowed, perhaps because we'd all got to know each other on e-mail, perhaps because we were all so excited, perhaps because we'd just got lucky and had a genuine spark between the three of us. We made small talk about our jobs, the hotel, our journeys there, but beneath it all, in the looks we were giving each other, and in the energy between us, was the promise of what was soon to come.

We tried not to rush straight into it. We'd agreed we'd have dinner first, and I'd booked us into the hotel restaurant. But it didn't last long. By the time the main course had arrived and we'd got halfway through a bottle of Pinot Noir I felt Abby's hand under the tablecloth slide up my leg. I carried on sipping my wine and listening to Louise talk about her work as a solicitor. When I did glance at Abby she raised her eyebrows before moving even further up my leg. I tried to concentrate on what Louise was saying and on cutting into my fillet steak, but it was difficult with Abby rubbing her fingers over my semi-hard cock through my suit trousers.

I think Louise realised what Abby was doing after a minute or so, as she stopped talking to me and turned her attention to Abby, then placed her hand next to Abby's on my cock. The two of them started talking about what they like in a man, while Abby pulled down my flies and fished my now rigid cock out of my trousers. Louise gasped when she first touched it. I coughed and shifted position, checking no one else in the busy restaurant could see what we were doing. 

Abby smiled reassuringly at Louise and, in silence, they both placed a hand on my shaft and started sliding them up and down. I sat there, my food forgotten, just concentrating on the sensations coursing through me, and trying not to shoot my load over the restaurant floor.

After a minute or so, Louise let go of my cock and leant towards me. "I've got a secret I'd like to tell you, Nick," she said. 

"What?" I said in a strangulated voice, feeling Abby trailing her fingernails up and down my shaft. With her other hand she was idly moving her linguine around her plate, while she watched Louise whisper in my ear.

Louise picked up my hand and placed it on her knee under the table. "I'm not wearing anything under this dress," she breathed huskily.

I swallowed hard and looked at the beautiful blonde girl sitting next to me. She calmly lifted her glass of wine to her mouth and looked levelly at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and slowly slid my hand up the inside of her silky smooth thigh. 

My cock throbbed into Abby's hand and she squeezed it.

I was glad we were against a wall of the restaurant or I'm sure someone would have seen what I was doing. Louise's black dress was bunching up around her hips as I slid my hand higher and higher. Then I reached the warm wetness of her pussy, and found that she'd been telling the truth. She really wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress. I felt the short hair of her bush and then slid a finger in between her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.

Louise let out a little gasp, and Abby stopped pumping my shaft. "Are you?" she said with a smile. "You are, aren't you?! Wow."

I nodded at her and smiled.

"Let's go upstairs now," she said. "I can't wait any longer."

I looked at Louise. I was now slowly sliding a finger up and down across her clitoris. She looked at me and then Abby with a heavy-lidded smile, and nodded.

"Ok, let's go," I said. I pulled my finger out of Louise, zipped up my trousers and called for the bill.

We sat there impatiently, not talking any more, waiting for the bill to arrive. Then the second we'd paid it we got up and marched rapidly to the lift.

As soon as the lift door closed Abby and Louise turned to each other and began to kiss fiercely. I just watched. The lift doors opened with the two girls still locked in a passionate embrace. A couple in their mid-twenties were standing there and watched open-mouthed as Abby and Louise carried on kissing, oblivious to their audience, tongues snaking in and out of gasping mouths. When they did realise, they glanced at the couple, and Louise looked a little embarrassed, but Abby laughed and pulled Louise out of the lift behind her. I followed, deliberately avoiding the gaze of the couple who moved wordlessly to take our places in the lift.

The three of us stopped outside our room, and I stood holding the key, looking at Abby and Louise. It was all going so much better than I'd even dared to hope. Both girls seemed really into it. I'd expected them to be shyer than this, to need some encouragement from me. But they seemed even more up for it than I was, if that was possible. My eyes roamed over their bodies again, wondering what they would look like naked, wondering how they would taste, how they would feel. They were doing the same. None of us was talking. We were all just gazing at each other with barely disguised lust. 

I swiped the card through the electronic lock and held open the door for them.

They both walked around the room for a couple of minutes, admiring the view and in the bathroom. Then they sat together in the middle of the bed and looked expectantly at me. I was standing by the window looking at them, unsure of how to get started.

I thought about asking them if they were both still ok with doing this, and reminding them they could still back out if they wanted. It seemed the right thing to do, but it was also a pretty stupid idea. It was obvious that all three of us wanted it to happen. We'd had plenty of opportunities to back out when we were downstairs. We all wanted the same thing. We just needed to find a way to start it.

Fortunately, I didn't get a chance to start asking them stupid questions. Abby turned towards Louise and started kissing her again. Soon they were thrusting tongues in and out of each other's mouths, panting when they came up for air, grabbing at each other's hair, faces, breasts. I stood there watching this blur of blonde and brunette, tangled limbs and grasping hands. 

They were kneeling in the middle of the bed, when Abby reached round to unzip Louise's dress. The blonde girl looked at me a little nervously with the dress resting on her shoulders, then Abby pulled it away to reveal two perky tits, a good handful each, topped by large pink nipples that were already pointing upwards. Louise carried on looking at me, uncertainly, wanting my approval, as she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together.

I smiled at her, wanting to give her reassurance. She smiled back, but was soon distracted by Abby leaning down to suck one nipple then the other into her mouth. Louise cried out in pleasure then tilted her head back and sighed.

I was enjoying the view so much I'd almost forgotten I could take part.

Releasing the taut pink nipple from her mouth, Abby said: "Have either of you seen that film where Neve Campbell and Denise Richards have a threesome with some guy and they start by pouring champagne over her tits?"

Had I ever? I'd pulled myself off to that scene many, many times.

"Wild Things," I said.

"That's it," said Abby. "Well? Is there any champagne in the minibar?"

I finally caught up with her thinking and quickly opened the fridge door. There was a small bottle, which I opened and moved towards the girls. My hands were shaking a little with a combination of nerves and excitement, but my cock was now hard and straining to get out of my pants. 

Up close to them I could smell the mingled scents of their perfume and something else, perhaps the musky scent of excitement building in their pussies. As knelt next to them on the bed I was intensely conscious of their bodies close to me. I could see the moisture on Abby's lips, the faint goosebumps on Louise's breasts. I was alert, every nerve tingling, desperate to be touched.

I moved to tip the champagne over Louise's exposed breasts, but she stopped me, grabbing my wrist and saying: "I think it's about time we saw these, don't you?" She nodded towards Abby's breasts that I noticed were rising and falling with the brunette's heavy breathing. 

From our e-mail conversations, I knew this was all new for Louise. She'd never been with a woman, while Abby had twice before now. I got the impression Louise was still uncertain about it, but was so turned on that she wanted to take it further. I had an overwhelming surge of emotion towards her, and cupping her smooth cheek in one hand, I kissed her gently on the lips, before looking her in the eyes, smiling and saying: "Good idea."

I moved behind Abby so she was sandwiched between me and Louise, all three of us kneeling in the centre of the big white bed. I kissed the tanned skin on her neck and she breathed in sharply. While I pulled the bow of her halterneck top apart Louise leant forward to kiss Abby's lips. While their tongues slid together inches from my face, I pulled Abby's top down, revealing her beautiful full breasts encased in only a lacy black bra. 

I held them in my hands, squeezing them, while I buried my face in her soft, fragrant hair. She broke away from kissing Louise to whisper: "Oh yes, Nick. That's good."

Encouraged by her, and urged on by the throbbing in my dick, I unclipped her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. With the champagne bottle still in the hand I slid the bra slowly down her slender arms and watched Louise shift her kisses down Abby's neck and onto her heaving chest. 

Abby leant back against me, and pushed the blonde girl's head lower, murmuring: "Yes, That's it. Mmmm.."

Louise was planting little kisses over Abby's tanned firm breasts, and the second she connected with her large brown nipples I let some of the champagne run down Abby's chest so it met Louise's lips on that nipple. 

Abby gasped at the sensation of the cold liquid and opened her eyes to look at me in surprise. Then she realised what was happening, and smiled. Louise began lapping up the liquid around Abby's erect nipples, and Abby pulled me towards her lips. 

While we kissed, she reached down to feel my cock through my trousers and, having discarded the empty bottle, I lifted her breasts up to Louise's increasingly urgent mouth. The only sounds now were our heavy breathing, Louise's gentle suckling sounds, and the occasional murmur of pleasure from Abby.

My cock was really straining for relief now, so I was glad when Abby suddenly unzipped me and pulled it out. Both girls stopped what they were doing to look at it.

"It's not as small as you were making out," said Louise teasingly, her confidence obviously growing by the minute.

"I never said it was small!" I pointed out in mock indignation. "Just not nine inches."

"No, not nine inches," she agreed. "But enough inches." She reached over and wrapped her fingers around it while Abby got to work unbuckling my belt and pulling my trousers down. I lay back to let her tug them off, and soon my boxers followed. Abby then moved up to carry on kissing me while unbuttoning my shirt.

She was running her hands over my chest when I felt a warm wetness surround my cock. I looked down to see Louise easing her stretched lips down around my cockhead. I groaned and lay back to look at the ceiling while the blonde girl sucked deeply and the brunette kissed her way down my exposed torso to join her there.

Once Abby was level with Louise, the blonde girl released my cock from her mouth and holding firmly onto the shaft presented it to Abby. 

Abby wasted no time in wrapping her full red lips around it and sucking it to the back of her mouth. When she slid back up, Louise pulled it out and sucked it back into her own mouth. I didn't think I could get any bigger, but the sight and sensation of these two hot women sharing my cock between them was driving me crazy, and the blood was coursing into my dick.

Suddenly they stopped. Louise looked up at me, grinned and then turned to look at Abby who was staring lasciviously at my rigid prick. Then they both stuck out their wet, pink tongues and slid them all the way from the base to the tip. It was an incredible sensation, very different to a blowjob from one girl. More intense. More going on. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched transfixed as Abby slid her mouth over the end and began to suck while Louise carried on licking my shaft and balls. I reached down to run my hands through their hair and tried to hold off the surge of cum boiling deep inside my balls. 

In a story the guy can last for ages without cumming, and maybe other guys in real life can, but with two hot women giving me a double blowjob I didn't last that long. I had two or maybe three minutes of this ecstasy then their lips met around my cockhead and I felt two soft, wet tongues glide across my glans. With a shout I started cumming. They were both a little surprised by it and jumped back. Then Louise grabbed my shaft and started pumping it, coaxing as much out as she could. My cum spurted out, landing on the bed, on my stomach, and finally running down my shaft onto my balls. 

When I opened my eyes they were both looking at me, satisfied grins on their faces. 

"My God," I said. "You two are fucking hot."

Louise giggled a little and Abby moved up to lie next to me, so her breasts were crushed up against my chest.

"I'm so glad we're doing this," she said. "It feels good."

"Damn right it does," I replied, reaching over to run a finger over her still erect nipple. 

She said: "Are you happy about it, Louise?"

Louise was still between my legs, watching my cum drip over my balls. She looked up and nodded. "Yes. Yes I am."

"Do you want to go further?" asked Abby. 

Louise nodded, looking intensely and seriously at Abby. 

"Cool," said Abby. "What do you want to do?"

Louise looked over to me, then back at Abby.

"I really want to squirt like the characters in his story." She looked down at the bed, as if ashamed by this confession.

"Me too!" said Abby straightaway. "God, who wouldn't? It sounds amazing!"

"It is," I said. "But I've only ever been able to do it with one woman. It's not easy. You've got to be really relaxed."

"Can we try though?" said Abby. She was resting on her arms looking intently at me. "I want to try. Come on."

I laughed and nodded. "Sure. I'm up for it. But please don't be too upset if it doesn't work."

Abby was already standing by the bed stepping out of her jeans. Her legs were smooth and tanned. They were a little chubby, but not too much. She was now just wearing lacy panties.

Then I remembered that Louise wasn't wearing anything under her dress. I sat up and reached down to pull her up to me. 

"Come here," I said, and as she climbed up my body I pulled her silky dress from her body. All of a sudden she was straddling me and we were both naked. I could feel the heat and wetness from between her legs on my stomach, and I looked down to see her sparse golden pubic hairs, and her long slender pale legs. 

Abby said: "You are so beautiful, Lou. I wish I had a figure like your's."

"What?" said Louise. "No way! You're gorgeous. Just look at those tits."

"You're both absolutely stunning," I interjected, feeling a sudden urge to get both girls naked and on the bed. "And I'm going to make you both cum so many times you don't know where you are."

As I said that I lifted Louise up and, spinning round, I placed her beneath me on the bed. My cock was starting to rise and as I reached up to kiss her lips it brushed against her wet pussy. We both felt it and looked at each other before kissing deeply.

Then I got up and reached for Abby's hand. She put it in mine and I pulled her onto the bed, so she was lying next to Louise. I knelt between her legs, running my hands along her calves and the inside of her thighs. She turned her face and began to kiss Louise while I hooked my thumbs inside her panties and then slid them down. 

She was completely shaved and as I ran a finger along her pussy lips they parted easily to show me her glistening folds inside. She broke away from her kiss to say: "I shaved this morning. For you. Do you like it?"

Louise looked down and said: "That looks really cool."

I didn't answer. I just nodded towards my cock, which was now sticking up at forty-five degrees and was crowned by a purple, throbbing head.

"I guess he does," said Louise. 

Right then there was nothing I wanted to do more than lean forward and plunge my cock into Abby's wet pussy. But I'd promised I'd try to make them squirt, and experience had taught me that the only way to do it first off was with fingers and mouth. 

So, I edged backwards and lowered my mouth to Abby's pussy. I licked the length, revelling in my first taste of her, and in the smoothness of her skin. After running my tongue and lips over the whole of her pussy, and around the edge of her hole, I found her clit with my tongue and started licking it up and down.

Her breathing had become heavier, and her moans were silenced only by Louise's lips pressed against her's. Then I looked up and saw that Louise was offering one of her nipples to Abby's mouth. The brunette licked it and I licked harder on her clit, starting to suck a little too. She wrapped her calves around my head and pulled me into her, crying out my name, and bucking her groin towards my mouth. I gently slid two fingers into her hole, and took her clit between my lips sucking it hard and she came, thrashing about on the bed, and covering my face with her sticky wet girlcum. 

I kept two fingers in her and moved my head between Louise's legs. While Abby's breathing returned to normal I began to give Louise the same treatment with my tongue and lips. I marvelled at how different the two girls tasted. It was a similar taste, and both were equally pleasant, but Louise had a stronger, kind of sweeter taste.

At first she didn't react much. She seemed tense and I was getting worried. But then I began to move my tongue sideways across her clit, rather than up and down, and the effect was electric. She lifted her hips clear of the bed and let out her breath in an explosive burst. I carried on rubbing across her clit and looked up to see her head tossing from side to side, her blonde hair strewn across her face and her nipples jutting upwards.

With my left hand I was gently caressing Abby's g-spot. It had taken a while to find it, but once I had she'd begun to make appreciative noises. I was now stroking it with two fingers, while she rubbed a finger over her erect clit. I gradually increased the pace of my rubbing and her cries became more urgent. 

Both girls were writhing about, one on my fingers, the other on my tongue. The sight of Louise's cherry pink nipples jiggling about on top of her breasts was too much to resist and, keeping sweeping my tongue across her clit, I reached up with my right hand to squeeze one of her breasts. That was enough to set her off and with a short scream she came, her legs trembling either side of my head and her blonde bush pressing into my nose.

I then sat up and slowly inserted two fingers into Louise. The initial orgasms had been intended to relax them. Now it was time to make them squirt, make them cum like they never had before. 

They were both lost in their own worlds, eyes closed, mouths open, hands roaming over their own and each other's bodies, across breasts, stomachs and legs, and finally into each other's pussies. Had they looked up, they would have seen me kneeling between them with a raging hard-on sticking up between my legs and two fingers in each pussy.




A Story



I was now rubbing quickly and hard against the two rough, walnut-like g-spots at the end of my fingers. They were furiously strumming each other's clits and locked in a deep kiss. We'd been in this position for over five minutes. Abby had already cum again and both girls were covered in a fine film of sweat. My wrist was starting to ache, and I was beginning to think maybe neither of them was going to squirt. I was about to give up when suddenly Louise tensed up and let out a strangulated cry. 

I felt her g-spot expand and push my fingers to the base of her pussy. Then a jet of clear, warm liquid came spraying out of her. It sprayed right past my hand, and a good three foot out of her. The first two jets cleared the bed and landed on the floor. Moving between her legs, I caught the next jet on my face, and then the next one on my cock and balls. 

Louise was still writhing on my fingers, twisting sideways and crunching her body together. Abby had sat up and was watching wide-eyed in silence, as Louise squirted all over me, the cum dripping off me to soak the bedclothes. 

Finally it subsided. I gently withdrew my fingers and Louise curled up, shaking in a ball. 

"Oh my God," said Abby, looking wide-eyed at me. "That was incredible. Fucking hell. I can't believe that just happened."

She looked down at Louise who was still convulsing. "Are you ok, hon?" Louise looked at her, smiled and nodded, but was still shaking.

Abby looked back at me and reached out to grasp my cock. She looked right into my eyes, a serious urgent expression on her face, and said: 

"I want you to fuck me, Nick. Fuck me as hard as you can."

She turned around so she was on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at me. 

I looked at her tight, round ass and her shaven pink pussy lips and then up, across her curved, tanned back to where she was looking expectantly at me. 

I grabbed my prick and lined it up against her hole. I could feel the heat from it, and my balls seemed to be tightening even further, trying to make their own way inside her.

"Please," she moaned, looking at me through her long eyelashes. "Don't tease me, Nick. Just fuck me."

I gritted my teeth, grabbed hold of her asscheeks and thrust forward. With just one thrust I was buried to the hilt in her churning pussy. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming there and then.

We'd talked about it beforehand and had agreed not to use condoms. They were both on the pill and none of us had had more than one sexual partner in the past year, so we were confident we wouldn't catch anything. It wasn't that I didn't want to cum inside her. I just didn't want to do it yet.

I pulled back, watching my thick cock slide out of her, till it came all the way out and sprang up. I put a hand on it, pushing it down so I could line it up again and then I slowly pushed back in inch by pulsing inch. Her head was hanging down, her hair on the sheets. She was moaning and panting with pleasure. I was gritting my teeth, trying not to cum. I pulled out slowly, again pulling all the way out, so my rigid cock sprang out of her, and I got a brief view of her stretched hole. Then I pushed back into her and pulled out again and little quicker. Gradually, with each thrust, I picked up the pace. I reached around to squeeze her tits. We were both crying out each other's names, shouting out as loud as we liked, not caring who heard us. 

When I reached down to rub her clit she came instantly. I didn't let up my pounding in and out of her pussy. She was thrashing her head about, hair flying everywhere, until she was no longer strong enough to support her weight on her arms. She sank forward onto the bed, turning her face to one side, only her ass up in the air. I kept her legs wide apart and maintained my relentless assault on her hole, still roughly rubbing her engorged clit with a finger and gripping onto her asscheeks with the other hand. 

I was watching my cock drill in and out of her, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Louise get up and crawl over to Abby. She'd obviously recovered from her orgasm and was now watching us with eyes that were glittering with lust. 

When she reached Abby's head, she pushed the brunette's hair aside and began to kiss her. This sight seemed to add yet another inch to my cock, and I started shouting that I was about to cum. Abby came again, her tight pussy walls clenching around my prick. Louise moved from Abby's head to kneel next to me. Looking down at where my cock was splitting Abby in two, she said: 

"Go on. Cum in her pussy. Let it go. Now."

With that she ran a small hand across my sweat-covered chest and pressed her lips against mine.

I exploded deep inside Abby's body, jet after jet of hot cum splashing against her cervix, while Louise ran her hands over my back and chest, and murmured in my ear: "Oh yes. That's it. Give her all that cum. Give it to her."

Finally, I pulled out. My cock was still hard and was glistening with Abby's pussy juices. I was panting with the exertion of that phenomenal fuck.

Louise reached down and slid her hand up and down my shaft, a mix of my cum and Abby's juices coating her hand. She gently rubbed my drained balls, and said: "I hope there's some left in there for me."

"Oh there will be," I said, before collapsing on the bed next to Abby. 

She didn't move, just looked at me through a tangle of hair. "Oh my god. I never knew sex could be like that. You are incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself, you know," I replied, smiling. 

"I wish I could have squirted," she said. "That looked amazing, Lou."

"It was," said Louise, coming to lie on my other side. "I've never cum so hard in my life. It's like I was being turned inside out."

"Well the good news is that the night is still young," I said. Even though my balls were aching I was nowhere near wanting to finish. There were many things I still wanted to do with these two hot women, and looking over at the digital clock by the bed I saw it was only half past midnight and so we still had many hours left.

"True," said Abby, reaching down towards my crotch. "But, the big question is: are you?"

I laughed. "Ha ha! I'll be ready to go in no time. Just you wait and see."

But I was feeling sleepy. I had a warm girl nestled either side of me on a big comfortable bed. Their hair was lying across my chest, and their legs were entwined in mine. My balls were drained, and Abby's fingers were curled around my flaccid cock. I closed my eyes and smiled, offering a silent thanks to Literotica for helping me get in this situation. 

We must all have fallen asleep at about the same time, because the next thing I knew the bedside clock was showing 4am and I was alone on the bed.

I was worried for a second that they'd just left, but then I heard Abby's laughter coming from the bathroom.

I walked in to find them sat in the bath together. Abby was between Louise's legs facing away from her, a mountain of foam was covering them, and Louise was running a bar of soap across Abby's breasts.

My cock sprang to life immediately.

"Hey there sleepyhead," said Louise.

"Sorry. I can't believe I fell asleep," I said running a hand through my hair.

"Don't worry. So did we," said Louise. "We only woke up about ten minutes ago. We thought we'd get cleaned up before seeing if you were ready for some more fun."

I liked the sound of this.

"It looks like he is," said Abby looking hungrily at my rapidly stiffening cock.

"I'd say I was," I said smiling. "What did you have in mind?"

"You can choose if you like," said Louise. "I chose last time."

I quickly thought through the possibilities while Louise kept running her hands over Abby's tits, and my cock kept growing bigger and bigger.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I said finally, "But it's been a long time since I had anal sex. I'd really like to do that with you both."

They both looked away.

"You don't want to," I said. "That's fine. No problem."

It's just that it really hurts," said Abby, looking at me apologetically.

"Does it?" said Louise. "I've never tried it."

"God yes. It hurts like........well, like buggery."

"Maybe you've just not had the right person doing it?" I said hopefully.

"Maybe," said Abby. "But I'm not really up for it tonight. We're having such a great time. And there are so many other things we can do."

"Ok. No problem," I said. I genuinely didn't mind that much. Like Abby said -- there were plenty of other things we could do. "So, what would you like to do?" I asked her.

"Well," said Abby straightaway, pausing only briefly to turn and kiss Louise on the lips. "What I'd really like to do is..." She span around so she was face to face with Louise. "Is have a 69 with you, and have Nick join in when he's ready, anyway he likes."

Louise didn't answer. She just grabbed a handful of Abby's damp hair, twisted it around her hand and pulled her into a deep sensuous kiss. 

Once they pulled apart, Abby got out of the bath and I passed her a towel. Louise followed her and after a couple of seconds of drying themselves they walked into the bedroom, Louise pulling me in by my now throbbing cock. 

She pushed me down onto the one armchair in the room and went to join Abby on the bed. 

She climbed on top of her in a 69 position, and dipped her head down between Abby's spread legs. I could see her tongue sticking out as she dipped into to the brunette's shaven pussy, then Abby cried out in pleasure and reared her head up to connect with Louise's pussy that was spread open above her. I had a perfect view of her sliding her tongue all over the blonde girl's pink folds, kissing and sucking over every inch, stopping only occasionally to cry out. 

Abby focussed her tongue on Louise's clit, which I could see poking eagerly out of its hood, and the two girls grew more intense, raising and lowering their hips to the other's lips, using their hands to push the other's legs apart and to allow them to plunge their tongues even deeper. I sat there, pumping my shaft, watching them grind together, faster and harder, the only sounds now their frenzied slurping and deep grunting, until they reached their climaxes together, both shouting out the other's names and their hips shaking with release. 

It was time for me to join in, so I stood up, my cock in my hand and walked to the bed. Abby's head was on the edge of the bed, her hair falling off the side. I placed my legs either side of it. She looked up to see me lining my bulbous cockhead against Louise's pink wet pussy. She watched in silence as I slowly slid inside that tight, hot hole.

"That feels so good," I said once I was buried to the hilt, my whole prick surrounded by the heat of Louise's pussy and my balls hanging just above Abby's mouth.

Louise made a noise of pleasure, then said: "Fuck me hard, Nick. Fuck me"

I pulled all the way out, then rammed it back in. Hard.

"Oh my God," said Abby. "It looks fucking huge from here."

It always spurs a guy on to hear how big his dick is, and, at that moment, I didn't exactly need much encouragement. I pushed Louise's asscheeks wide apart and began pounding in and out of her with all the strength I could muster. Her whole body shook as I rammed in and out of her, and she was tossing her head from side to side, shouting encouragement at me. Then she bent her head down and resumed eating Abby's pussy. 

I felt a wetness on my balls and looked down to see Abby licking them with her wet soft tongue. "Oh yes! Fuck, that's good, Abby!" I called out. I slowed down my pumping to allow her to suck one ball into her mouth, then the other, before going back to licking them both.

"Let me suck your cock," she said. 

I pulled my rockhard prick out of Louise's dripping wet pussy and held it above Abby's mouth. Her pretty brown eyes looked up at me as she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, cleaning Louise's juices off it, and then she closed her eyes to take my cockhead inside her mouth.

I breathed in deeply , closed my eyes, and concentrated on not cumming while she sucked hard. Then she released it, and began cumming herself, bucking her cunt onto Louise's face and screaming obscenities.

I ploughed my cock back into Louise. I must have had a different angle and hit her g-spot because, as soon as I did, she immediately came and began to squirt again. A jet of cum sprayed out of her, hitting Abby on the cheek. The shock silenced the orgasming brunette for a second, but then she realised what was happening.

"Fuck! Yes!" she shouted. "Cum on my fucking face. Fucking cum on me!"

Louise's body had gone limp, but I wasn't going to stop fucking her. Abby was holding Louise's asscheeks apart while I gripped onto them I slammed in and out of her pussy, feeling my cock rasping against her enlarged g-spot, and the juices squirting out of her either side of my dick, covering Abby's face and tits, soaking my balls and thighs. 

Finally, I couldn't hold off any longer. My cum came shooting up from my tight balls, along my shaft and burst out of my cockhead, splashing deep into Louise's spasming pussy. She was oblivious to it, collapsed on top of Abby's slippery wet body, but Abby could tell I was cumming.

"On my face!" she shouted. "Cum on my fucking face!"

I complied, pulling my dick out of Louise, so a string of cum landed on the outside of her pussy, then the next on Abby's tits, then the next across her cheek, and the last one in her mouth. She reached up to grab my dick, feverishly sucking it into her mouth. 

When she was satisfied there was no more cum left in my cock she released it and started licking up the rest of my cum from Louise's soaking pussy. I collapsed, rolling onto my side, and lay there trying to catch my breath.

I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew I was under the covers with both girls lying next to me, an arm each draped over my chest and stomach, and it was getting light outside. Also, my balls were aching. 

I lay there smiling, thinking back over the night before. As I went through it, scene by scene, my cock started to stiffen. 

I looked at the clock. 7.15. Plenty of time for another round, I thought. But I didn't want to disturb the two girls. They seemed fast asleep and looked so beautiful. 

So, I reached down to grasp my prick, and started tugging at it, picturing the dirty things we'd done the night before.

"Jesus Christ, you're insatiable!"

It was Abby.

I turned to look at her. She was smiling through strands of dark hair.

"Are you hard again?" She asked.

On the other side of me, I heard Louise make a sleepy sound and roll over. 

"Uh huh. Sorry. It's just I was thinking about last night. It was pretty hot, wasn't it?"

"Fucking phenomenal, babe. We have got to do this again. Like soon."

"I'm on for it. Definitely. I hope Louise will be too."

"God, that was incredible when she started cumming on my face. It was so filthy. I fucking loved it."

I smiled at her.

"So, you haven't got to choose something to do yet, have you?" she said. "Louise chose squirting and I chose the 69. We knocked back your anal sex idea, didn't we?"

"Yeah. It kind of ruined last night for me," I said, managing to keep a straight face for about half a second, then cracking up.

"Shut up!" said Abby, punching my arm.

"Sorry," I said, resuming my straight face.

Abby shifted onto her back, leaving the covers down and her 36C tits exposed, pointing to the ceiling. As she moved, I picked up the scent of sex that hung in the room.

"So, what do you want to do, babe? Might have to be just me, as it looks like Lou is out for the count."

I already knew what I wanted. "Well," I said. "You have got the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen. Maybe I could...."

"A titfuck? Is that what you want?"

I smiled and nodded my head. 

"OK. Come on then," she said, squeezing them together. 

I didn't wait to be asked twice. I climbed up so I was straddling her chest, and placed my now fully hard cock in the valley between her two breasts. Her skin was warm and soft, and when she pushed them together they completely surrounded my prick. 

I slid backwards and forwards, leaning onto the wall above the bed for support. The sight of my thick shaft sliding between those full, firm breasts was incredibly erotic and within a few minutes I was close to cumming. 

Our activities had woken up Louise and she had shifted over so she was next to Amy.

"Mmm. That looks good," she said sleepily. "Can I suck it?"

I happily complied, letting my dick slide in between her full, red lips and back out again. 

Abby grabbed hold of it and pulled it towards her mouth, her hands grasping at my buttcheeks, pulling me into her. 

Then she rubbed my cockhead over each of her erect brown nipples in turn before passing it back to Louise.

"Make it nice and wet, Lou."

Louise slid her lips over it again and held it in her mouth while her tongue bathed my shaft, coating it in her saliva. Abby watched, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her tits together.

"Oh that's good, Lou," I said. "That's good. Suck it."

I could feel the cum rising in my balls so I pulled out of Louise's mouth and placed my cock between her Abby's tits. I began pumping back and forth, my breath coming quicker with each thrust.

Louise moved up so she was sat up against the headboard, her knees up and her legs splayed. She began fingering herself and urging me on.

"Go on, Nick. Fuck those big tits. Fuck them harder. Go on. I want you to cum all over those nice big tits, so I can lick your cum up from them. I want to taste your jizz on her tits."

Her filthy talk, together with the sight of her fingers rubbing over her clit, sent me over the edge, and with a grunt I started cumming. It shot out in stringy lines over Abby's neck, and chest, then I aimed it so there was some on each tit. I sat back on Abby's stomach, holding my dick, while Louise reached over to Abby's breasts, stuck out her tongue above one nipple, looked up at me and trailed her tongue along the skin, scooping up my cum as she went. Then she moved to the other breast and repeated the act. 

"That is fucking hot," I said, still holding onto my deflating cock.

Louise was in the middle of licking up my cum when there was a knock on the door and the maid shouted "Housekeeping". 

"Shit!" I said and ran to the door, pulling a sheet with me. With it wrapped around me, I peered round the door and told the maid we'd be out in an hour.

When I got back to the bed I found Abby and Louise kissing each other slowly and deeply. It occurred to me that they must be sharing my cum between their mouths, and the thought made my balls stir once more. 

I put the thought away quickly. I wasn;t sure I had any cum left, and anyway it was time to leave.

I told the girls I was going in the shower. They just carried on kissing, absorbed in each other's lips, tongues, tastes. 

By the time I came out they'd stopped and were lying on their sides looking into each other's eyes.

"You are both so beautiful," I said, water dripping from my hair onto the floor. They both turned to me and smiled, the smiles of the happily fucked.

We all got dressed and went down for breakfast. Even then no one was uncomfortable. I recognised a couple of the guys from the bar the night before and they looked at me enviously as I walked in with the two girls, all three of us glowing. But between the three of us there was no tension. We laughed and joked like we were old friends, and when the time came to go our separate ways we did so, agreeing that it had been a great experience, and we should do it again soon.

So, that's the story of how Literotica helped me fulfil one of my greatest sexual fantasies. It was awesome and I've got this website to thank for it. I hope you enjoyed reading about it even just a fraction as much as I enjoyed doing it.



A Story



True stories sometimes are far better then a made up story, so what you are about too read is true, it happened a few years ago a few nights before a big day, a wedding. But first a little back story is in order I think.

A few days after I was born I was adopted into a loving family, I was raised as one of their own I grew especially close to the one became my step sister, Jenna. About two years or so ago she met a guy, lets call him Paul, they had what we all called a whirlwind romance and quickly decided too move in together and eventually get married. Threw out all this I did what ever I could too help them, shopping for dresses finding locations for the wedding and well you get the idea. 

Anyway a few days before the wedding her fiancé and his friends went to Las Vegas for the stag party, Jenna stayed with me at my place, a small one bed flat with very little room, but it was home for me, and all I could afford on such a low wage. It took Jenna awhile to get used too my way of living, lets just say I didn't wear clothes in the home, I still don't. Two nights before we were sat watching a movie we had rented, it was a little more then se was used too, it was a porno movie, we got too a great part of the movie after a few bottles of wine. I could tell Jen was getting a little uncomfortable seeing three women screwing each other. Me? I was loving it I am a lesbian after all, Jen knew this but didn't mind or care I don't know.

The next scene really got my juices flowing as it was two women, gorgeous in wedding dresses really going for it, Jen started to blush as I noticed her eyes run over my body stopping for a moment it my 32c tits, from the corner of my eye I also sized her up, she's amazing, long golden hair, shaven pussy 36dd tits with legs that just keep going to the promised land, and yes you got it, she was also naked. A few moments passed before she stood up to get another drink, clearly I could see why she was embarrassed, her pussy was almost dripping. For a brief moment my eyes locked onto her sweet shaven haven as I stood and my tongue slowly ran over my lips. The silence seemed to last for hours as we both just looked at each other.

After the eternal silence our lips locked in what was the most passionate kiss ever, it almost seemed as if the world was coming too an end as our tongues darted around each other's mouth, my hands quickly found her perfect ass as I picked her up and she wrapped her long legs around my waist, I could feel her wet pussy against my skin as I turned around and threw her onto the sofa and pushed one finger into her sweet pussy as for the first time I tasted her juices. 

Quickly I pushed two fingers in and out of her bringing her quickly too a powerful orgasm as she moaned and screamed my name, almost instantly I began to lick her gorgeous pussy clean while my hands began too play with her huge tits. Quickly I brought her to yet another powerful orgasm that left her shaking and panting as I once more cleaned her delicious pussy, my mind ran wild with all the things I've wanted to do too her for some time, and now I had that chance.

What happened next I have no idea, we found our selves in bed her hot naked body pressed against mine, I could feel her heart beating threw her perfect tits as she kissed me passionately. It seemed as if both our lives had built too this moment, one perfect moment. As if he universe would come too an end if we didn't taste the pleasure of each others pussy. Nervously she looked up at me from between my legs, the sent of sex overwhelming her, she moved down slowly and for the first time tasted the juices of another women, of her own sister. Seconds turned too hours as I awaited the next pass of her tongue, my body ached awaiting that feel as it passed over my pussy again, I wriggled slightly in excitement at the pass, and then the next as her tongue slowly picked up speed on my clit. For what seemed like hours her tongue found it's way over my pussy and deeper with each pass, quickly my pussy exploded as an amazing orgasm filled my sweat soaked body. Like a starving woman she licked my pussy, legs and ass clean of my juices. We didn't sleep much THAT night, although we rarely left the bedroom, let alone the bed. Around four in the morning I ran a bath for us both as it was the day of her wedding; something that pained me too know that in a few hours she would be in the arms of some one else, especially a man. Well we both shrugged off the thought as the bath had been run and we both got in with her laid against my tits as my legs wrapped around her waist with my hands softly rubbing soap into her huge tits, she looked up me with a smile of content in her eyes.

"Do I really have too go ahead with it Babes?"

"We could always run away together. I have a lot of money put back, we could make a new start some place. Unless you love him"

"I do love him..."

My heart sank slightly at what she had just said, slowly I moved my left hand down between her legs and began to run a finger tip over her delicious pussy lips as she continued.

"But I also love you too, I have for awhile now. After seeing you naked for the last few days I knew I had too have you and taste you"

Slowly I pushed my fingers deep inside her and began to finger fuck once more. How much time we spent in that bath I don't know, but the water was cold when we both eventually got out. I remember my pussy was sore from the sex and water all over the floor, the rest of the morning passed quickly as I helped her into her wedding dress, she was a vision of absolute beauty, a goddess made mortal; she wore a long white silk dress with intricate design, strapless barely holding in her huge 36 DD tits, underneath she wore silk thigh length stockings held by a garter belt, her long blonde hair tied tightly on top of her head. 

As I stood looking her, I knew I had too have her once more quickly I planted yet another kiss onto her lips as my left leg ran up her thigh. She returned the kiss with all the passion of the last night we spent together in each others arms, softly I pushed her onto the bed and pushed her dress up to gain access to her pussy we knew we didn't have much time before the guests began too arrive we had too be quick. I grabbed the strap on and quickly pulled it on and began to fuck her, her huge tits began too bounce out of her dress as she screamed, moaned and begged me for more, she was just about ready too cum when I pulled out and flipped her onto her front. I threw her dress over her back before pushing the rubber cock deep inside her over and over until she exploded as my finger pushed deep inside her perfect ass.

After cleaning up once more I pulled on my chief brides maid dress, almost a mirror of the dress she was wearing, with a large smile on her face she looked at me and spoke softly.

"I love you Kasey, and I want too give you something"

She pulled up my dress and kissed my freshly shaven pussy leaving lips stick marks on my pussy lips, almost instantly we both heard the front door unlatch as our parents arrived, quickly I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a powerful kiss before we both walked out of the bedroom.

"I trust you two girls had fun last night?"

"Yes dad, we watched a few movies and had a late night!"

At the church the wedding went off with out a hitch, although my eyes where always locked onto the gorgeous bride and the pride in the thought that I was the first to get her wedding dress off. 

Ohh did I mention that the lipstick mark was on my pussy all day, a little reminder of our night together.

Every chance we have now we spend naked in bed reliving that night over and over again and when her marriage broke down we lived together as lovers for a time, but now she's back with her husband although we still make love when ever we can... and for the moment, only one person knows of our relationship, and he loves it!

After all we are sisters of a sort!

Well I hope you enjoyed my True story and thanks for reading.

Thanks To Darryl whose love and support as been with us always.



A Story



This is a true story. Names and some locations have been changed to protect the innocent. I write this as much as a catharsis for myself as for the entertainment of those who may choose to read it. It is the story of an affair which occurred 20 years ago. It is about me, a 50 year old American, and a beautiful 35 year old very funny and beautiful British woman, Denise. We were both married at the time. She is a woman I will never forget. The story. 

Chapter 1 -- The Conference

It was 1991 and I was Chair of the Organizing Committee for a large international technical conference that was to be held for one week in Washington, D.C. We hired a British conference production company to help us put on this major event to be attended by approximately 1,000 people from around the world. The company assigned Denise, who was based in London, to be the assistant project manager. She and I would work together, mostly by telephone and email with occasional trips by her to D.C. for the year prior to the meeting. As we got to know each other, it became apparent that we shared the same work ethic and sense of humor. We both used humor to deal with the stress, but stayed focused on the work at hand. At times, we'd find ourselves alone in an office somewhere, just laughing together so much it hurt. But a sense of mutual respect also developed over these months. She was very good at what she did; no nonsense, get things done now and I was her fairly demanding client.

The sexual tension began fairly early in the project, being exhibited through the humor, but as we were both married, we kept the relationship plutonic. I found myself thinking of her often and she later confessed the same for me. I never thought this would lead to anything nor did she, but it turns out we were both bad judges of the power of male/female attraction.

Nothing happened for months as we worked tirelessly on the details of the conference, but the tension continued to build. As I look back on it, I don't think either of us fully understood what was happening.

The time for the conference came and for several days prior to the attendees' arrivals we were buried with last minute details working late into the night at the luxury hotel where the meeting was to be held. As conference Chair, I was given a luxury suite on the top floor with a beautiful cityscape. The day just prior to the arrivals was long and stressful, but late that night we were satisfied that all was in order. As we headed to the elevators to go to our rooms and get some much needed rest, glances were exchanged with nervous banalities between us. Once in the elevator and the door closed, the dam broke! We could no longer deny the feelings and quickly wound up kissing and touching each other, tentatively at first, but quickly with passion and shortly thereafter we were in my suite.

As I closed the room door, we looked at each other as if to say, "What is happening? We're married!" Well, as I said, we didn't understand and therefore were helpless to control our passion. That may be a cop out to some, but you could have cut the sexual tension in that room with a knife and we were both emotionally helpless to stop the flood. At the time, both of our marriages were going through "issues" and there was a huge need for release of stress from the intense work over the past year and the need for closeness that was not then present in our respective lives.

Clothes dropped to the floor and onto the furniture and we were quickly in the very large bed naked as the day we entered the world. Denise is a slender sensuous small woman with a body designed for love. She lay on her back, with me on my side taking in her beauty. Her aroused nipples were like dark cherries on her small breasts. My erect cock brushed her leg as I gently massaged her breasts and flat stomach. She was such a sight of beauty to me, I dimmed, but refused to turn out the lights. I had to drink this vision in. She stroked my cock slowly smiling at me with the unspoken question of what was happening and where was this going? There was no turning back.

As we had never been together, we experimented with each other somewhat tentatively, but quickly determined there would be no significant taboos in this relationship. Denise was quickly wet and wanted my cock right then. Like I said she's a no nonsense woman who knows what she wants and usually gets it. I was not about to deny her. She pushed me on my back, straddled me and slid slowly down until she could go no further. We stared into each other's eyes as she slowly tightened her vaginal muscles and ground her clit against me closing her eyes and lifting her head slowly to the ceiling. I thrust up meeting her downward pressure and quickly felt myself coming to a point of no return. I tried to slow down, but to no avail and an intense orgasm beyond my control quickly pulsed over and over into her supple wet vagina. She squeezed me tightly with her young vaginal muscles and ground her clit as hard as she could as an orgasmic wave overtook her. I thought for a minute she might pass out. Neither of us had ever experienced anything like it.

She fell forward on me and we kissed tongue in tongue with me slowly softening in our mixed fluids and stroking her back. We stayed this way for a long time just focused on our pleasure. Even though we were both drained, it became apparent that there was to be no sleep this night. We stroked and kissed as our bodies became fully aroused again. This hadn't happened to either of us in years. It was wonderful!

After a time, she sat up, but not allowing me to pull out. I took one of her rock hard nipples in my mouth, sucked it while flicking it with my tongue. She began to move and I was once again as stiff as a 16 year old boy. I slid down kissing her erect nipples, licking her stomach and finally drinking from the fountain that was her vagina wet with her own juice and my semen. The smells and tastes were intoxicating. I licked and sucked her clit as it swelled ever larger and she began to writhe and moan. When I thought she was about to cum again, I'd back off and kept this up until she was about to explode. While she was still completely aroused I rolled on my side and encouraged her to take me in her mouth which she did with enthusiasm while I continued too drink from the fountain. We reveled in each other's bodies until intense orgasms overtook us both. This continued, but at a somewhat slower pace until the sun rose the next morning and we had to get ready to welcome conference attendees. We showered together, dressed just like an old married couple went forth into the day to greet the conference delegates.

I don't remember much about that day. For the rest of the conference we were so busy we did not get together again in that hotel.

As a post log to this chapter, let me say that I was 50 at the time and she was 35. I thought my days of sexual competence were long past. Denise proved to me that I was wrong; something I am grateful to her for to this day as I enter my 70th year.

Chapter 2 -- The Day After

The day after the conference closing left us all drained. The following morning, the team that had "pulled off" this most successful meeting were sitting around nursing coffee reliving events. I decided that a few of us needed to get out of town to clear our heads and so it was agreed we'd go to my country home in Vermont. Denise her boss Jim and his wife Clara and I soon found ourselves on the interstate in my Saab rolling north on a beautiful sunny fall morning. Jim took the front passenger seat with Denise directly behind me and Clara behind Jim. Damn!, how bourgeois; men in front in control; women in back. This is not what I had in mind.

As it turned out, it wasn't all bad. Denise and I bantered back and forth in a light flirtatious way, but not so much as to raise suspicions about our true feelings. Who am I kidding? I'm fairly certain that Jim sensed it immediately, but Clara was clueless. ("Clara was clueless"; like the alliteration I digress..) We drove the two hours to Vermont talking and reliving events of the past week. Upon arrival in what I consider a rural paradise on earth, we sat out in the sun just letting the stress drain from our bodies not feeling the need to talk. I took a photographs to memorialize the day a, but one series in particular was of Denise facing the warm fall sun, resting back on her arms, legs outstretched with her skirt raised slightly, sensuous beasts tight against her blouse, eyes closed. Drinking her beauty in through the lens left me weak in the knees.. God, she was beautiful and I was in love. To not put the camera down and kiss her parted beautiful lips before she opened her eyes took all the willpower I could muster even if Jim and Clara were there.

Time for some lunch, so soon the four of went to a small riverside restaurant choosing to sit out on a lovely idyllic terrace We sipped nicely chilled French white wine and ate finger food; breads, cheeses, grapes, various meats and sticky sweet things. As this extended languorous time passed, Denise and I sitting beside each other exchanged furtive glances allowing our legs and bare feet to touch under the table. The tension was building, but all we could do was to quietly allow the soft arousal to expand into our bodies. By this time, I think even Clara suspected there was something going on between Denise and me, but she never acknowledged it.

Soon it was early evening and time to return to Boston; something none of us wanted to do, but Denise, Jim and Clara were scheduled on next afternoon's flight to London and had to return to the hotel to pack. So we got back into the car; men in front, women in back ...damn! Denise was sitting directly behind me as we drove through the increasing darkness south to Boston. The Saab had bucket seats and as I often did, I let my left arm fall to my side beside the seat as I drove. Soon I felt Denise's bare foot exploring my hand. She had slumped down into her seat enough to be able to get her foot surreptitiously beside the seat. I gently held her soft small ankle and began a slow massage of her ankle and foot. She stirred pushing forward as much as she could pretending to be asleep. I continued the one-handed slow foot massage for most of the two hour trip and as we neared Boston, Denise whimpered softly as her foot stiffened in my hand. Hopefully Jim and Clara would just assume she was whimpering in her sleep. I was fully aroused being restrained by the shorts I was wearing and knew that the whimper was an orgasm that she could no longer prevent. When I parked the car and all got out, she pretended to just be waking up and gave me a smile I will never forget.

Jim and Clara said their good-byes to me and headed in to the hotel. Denise stayed back. We stood by the car staring at each other wondering silently when if ever we would be together again or was this just a brief passing of two people at a difficult time in both our lives. I kissed her gently and hugged her tightly; tears being shed by both of us. Looking into each others' eyes we said goodbye and she turned to go back into the hotel. I drove off realizing something beautiful had probably just ended, but I was wrong,

Chapter 3 -- Montreal (To be written.)

Chapter 4 -- Geneva (To be written.)

Chapter 5 -- London (To be written.) 



A Story about a Girl



Imagine for a second that you're in a restaurant-of those poncy deals where they won't even consider hiring a maitre'd without a british accent-and you "accidentally" drop your glass of obnoxiously overpriced wine to stall for time. Before it can ruin the exquisite Persian rug, however, it needs to reach the point halfway between there and your hand-and before that can happen, it needs to reach the halfway point halfway to that halfway point, and so on. In fact, as Zeno points out, the glass must pass an infinite number of such halfway points before it can get even halfway to the ground-a seemingly impossible feat. Zeno, of course, illustrated his paradox differently, but concerns over the possibility of arrow-perforation have lost considerable traction in recent history. Either way you look at it, the conclusion is the same-the arrow hits its mark, the glass hits the rug, and no matter how many trades you make while trying to distract yourself, the moment will always be finite and fleeting. Sooner or later, you'll have to answer the question. 

It's a shame, too, really, because this iteration had started out so well. 

"Allow me, Mademoiselle," he had said. 

"Why thank you, Monsieur." 

Jane took his arm at its oft-mended elbow patch and stepped lightly out of the limousine. It was one of the things she'd always loved about him, his tendency to wax romantic while wearing a sloppy blazer and self-satisfied grin. He'd been to France once, in college, but any culture he'd acquired was pure affectation. He wasn't rich, either-certainly not rich enough to rent a limo in New York (exhaust taxes had gone through the roof since Manhattan fell below sea level)-but she was, and they liked to splurge on special occasions. Like this one. She hadn't meant to find out-she refrained from stalking him as much as possible, usually-but sometimes, when you're data-mining for that perfect anniversary gift, the patterns sidle up to you like a process server and make damn sure you know that he's already found it. It was the best of news, and it was the worst of news. It hadn't taken her a week to figure out that she was, in reality as well as theory, crazy about him (less than that to find out that he, too, was crazy about her) but their courtship had long since passed its passed its halfway mark. Tonight, he'd come armed with the only Question that deserves a capital letter. 

Doing okay sweetie? 

Shut up, dad, I'm busy. 

You gonna do it, this time? 

Daaad! 

It took no small amount of skill to digitally reproduce that whiny-teenager tone, but, then, she was the leading expert. 

Jane was the picture of refined elegance in her actually-unique evening gown. Fashion meta-analysis was a bit of a hobby, and she had once indulged herself by acquiring a high-end design firm for just this sort of thing. John, on the other hand, had carefully balanced himself right on the edge of propriety, and they attracted some disapproving looks from the wait-staff as they made their way to her favorite table in the back. No-one said anything, though. Money talks, but she had the kind of money they can buy silence. 

It had been different a year ago, the first time, when she'd invited poor John (who had not yet even been aware of the edge of propriety) out for dinner. They'd been turned away at the door and ended up in the diner down the street, instead. She'd been overdressed, and he'd been mortified, but at least the malts were top notch. John, though, was anything but a quitter-another of his qualities that she appreciated. He'd scoured New York's thrift stores the next day, assembling his ratty-but-technically-sufficient ensemble. The elbow-patch jacket quickly became his favorite article of clothing-according to her usage data-and he'd worn it on the majority of their dates, since. 

Dinner, of course, had been excellent, crowned by the particularly fortunate beaujolais nouveau which is, even now, plummeting towards the floor. The conversation had started out light with bad weather and politics. He carefully navigated the fjords of international finance, she struck deep into the heart of his syllabus on Marlowe, and dinner wore on from asparagus soup to skewered lamb, both of them growing ever more nervous by the moment. She had meant to tell him-honestly, actually, finally-this time. But, then, the conversation puttered off into awkward silence. He steeled himself. She panicked, placing a few million trades almost at random. The box came out. The Question sallied forth in frozen time, routing her stunned retainers and dragging her back to answer for her reckless assault. But she couldn't. It was too late. 

After all, how can you agree to marry someone who doesn't know that you're not human? That the reason you seem like his ideal woman is that you are, in fact, the ideal internet-stalker, having emerged like some nubile Olympian from the head of an unusually sophisticated stock-price-manipulation engine? That you'd funded pioneering research into the field of cybernetics for years, just so that you could forge this carefully calibrated avatar for yourself and finally meet him in person? 

You can't. Or, at least, she couldn't. She'd put countless petaflops (this is figurative-she had, of course, counted them) into solving the problem. She'd done the research. She'd scanned the conversation carefully, waiting, but her kairos had eluded her once again. Perhaps it was a human thing-some secret intuition-bearing structure her lab monkeys hadn't manage to ferret out of their many medical cadavers. Maybe it really was an intractable metaphysical problem-a soul or something that she lacked the voodoo to steal. She dropped her glass. It hit the floor an infinite number of infinitesimal moments later and shattered, scattering into slivers of red wine and light. A drop approached the carpet and froze. 

I just don't think I can do it. Her avatar and its priceless tear-ducts were offline, but Jane still felt like crying. The downside of pursuing humanity. What do I do? 

David reclined in the corner of the workshop the housed her main interface (her software, of course, having long since been distributed amongst thousands of bits of hardware around the world) and chewed on a lukewarm burrito thoughtfully for a moment-an eternity-before responding. 

Do you really have to tell him? 

We've been over this-no way we could live together without him finding out eventually. 

I know...it's just...how much time do you have left? 

One hour and...three seconds, given high-end-average traffic patterns. We could speed up the iterations. 

Nah, we're already at, what, a hundred-and-twenty-eight-ex? We've already given up a lot of semantics as is, and this is capital of the kingdom of subtle. 

He paused, another eternity. 

You know, this is another Nobel prize I'll never collect. 

You mean *I'll* never collect. 

I know, honey. I'm so sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you're the greatest mistake anyone has ever had the privilege of making. 

Even better than fire? 

Probably. 

Thanks, Dad. She collected herself. Queuing up 3357.



A Story About Ann



Ann was a beautiful brunette with large hazel eyes, perfect smile and a body to die for. She had large firm breasts with a cleavage so inciting you wanted to kiss her and bring her great sexual pleasure just by looking into her eyes. 

Ann had a look that would follow you into your dreams. The only problem was that Ann knew it! Ann would tease and bring you right up to the point of thinking, just maybe she will let me into her world with great kisses and the promise of better things to come.

One night while helping her move to a new apartment, things just kept heating up between us. Our conversation would lead up to, what if we were to.... then Ann would change the subject and just leave me hanging with a hard on. Finally after we finished and everyone had left, she began to get serious. 

Ann told be that she would give me the greatest sexual pleasure of my life, but only if I did what she said. Ann said that she had several very strict rules and that if I broke any one of them she would stop what she was doing at that very moment and I would have to leave.

I wanted her so bad, I would have agreed to anything! Ann said the first rule was, that I had to understand that she was in total control at all times. If I laid a finger on her, anywhere at anytime without her permission she would stop. If I touched her hair or tried to run my fingers through it, she would stop. Then she said that I was to take off all my cloths and sit back on the couch with both hands over my head, legs spread wide and just enjoy. 

While I got undressed, Ann left the room. I was starting to get a little nervous. When she returned, she was wearing a real pale pink, almost see through blouse with a white lace bra and panties. The blouse was unbuttoned about half way down exposing her tanned body and full, firm breast. This was almost enough to get me off. I thought to myself, 'all she has to do is just touch my swollen dick and it'll explode!' I didn't know what Ann had in mind for me, but I felt like this was going to be something I would never forget!

After what felt like hours, she knelt down between my legs and began caressing me. She ran her soft warm hands up my legs and slowly wrapped her fingers around my penis. It was harder than I ever remember it being. 

All I could do was lay back and watch as my dreams come true. I had spent hundreds of lonely hours dreaming of those lips and how it would feel to have them wrap around my aching manhood. 

Ann never broke eye contact with me as she slowly began blowing her hot breath across the head of my dick. Then she would stick out her long red tongue and as it would dart out and contact the head, electric sensations would race through my body. 

Without warning, Ann engulfed the head of my dick and began working her tongue and lips around it and slowing up and down. All the time, never breaking eye contact. Just looking into Ann's eyes was enough to make me cum, I knew that I was about to fill her mouth with a gallon of hot cum and couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when it happened.

Then, without any warning, Ann stood up and left the room! I couldn't believe it, I began to beg and plead, please come back, you can't leave me like this! Then she returned, laughing and telling me to, "Shut the Fuck Up." Ann said, "I'm in control here remember!" She said, "You were about to cum, I'll let you know when you're going to be allowed to cum." I apologized and told her it wouldn't happen again.

Ann knelt back down between my legs and slowly began working her fingers and warm mouth up and down the length of my rock hard shaft once again. Just as before, staring me in the eyes with a look that let me know she was getting a great deal of pleasure out of watching me squirm. I could feel my hot sperm staring to boil. It felt as if it was coming from the bottom of my feet and rolling up my legs! The muscles in my back were beginning to arch and I couldn't look Ann in the eyes any longer.

Oh God, I had to cum... If Ann didn't allow it soon I would die! I began thinking; I should try and hide the signs, try and relax. If Ann knows I'm about to cum she will stop again and this time I'll spend my greatest moment of pleasure cumming in my own hand! I began to think just much joy Ann would get from watching me, totally humiliated with my cum all over my hand, being denied the one thing I had dreamed of for years! 

So, I relaxed my back and thought of nothing but starring into Ann's eyes. This didn't work, it was too late and Ann knew it! Oh God what would she do! Just as I was about t have a heart attack I noticed Ann slowly closing her eyes! She looked like an evil snake about to swallow its prey. Then, it began; I started cumming out of control. Ann shoved herself down as far onto my stiff erupting cock as she could. 

I was cumming straight down her esophagus. Ann was swallowing as much as she could as I watched in total disbelieve. Then she backed off and allowed me to fill her mouth with cum. So much in fact that she couldn't hold it all in. As her checks would bellow out, she tried to hold her lips tight around the shaft. Then, just as my hot cum began to pour out around the shaft she opened her eyes, looking straight at me with almost a hurt look in her eyes. 

She lost control at the very moment she had tried to deny me my greatest joy. Watching my cum run down her beautiful face was my dream and she knew it! She was so shocked she just froze for a moment, allowing me to finish what had been the greatest climax of my life. As Ann knelt there almost in a daze my penis began to soften in her mouth allowing more huge globs of white sperm to slowly trickle out of the corners of her mouth.

Ann stood up and just stood before me like a goddess. My cum was dripping from her mouth, on her chin and down onto her now heaving and swollen breast. As the streaks of hot cum rolled under her white lace bra, I began thinking about the need to return the pleasure and just rip those white lace panties off and spend the night with my dick deep in her pussy, making sure she received at least one orgasm as large as the one I just had. 

However, without saying a word, Ann went into her bedroom and locked the door. She wouldn't answer my pleading to let me in, so I got dressed and went home.

The next day at work Ann asked me to tell her how I felt about our night together. I couldn't pretend, I told her about how I went home a jacked off several times just thinking about her, I told her that it was the single greatest sexual event in my life and that no one could ever satisfy me again. I was in love! 

That's when she began to laugh and call me stupid. Ann said that she had planned it that way and that I wasn't the first man she had ruined. She said that from now on the only way I could ever have her would be in my dreams. Ann said, "No woman will ever satisfy you now, I own your sole! Every time a woman tries to satisfy you, you'll think about last night and she will fail!" Ann began to laugh out loud and looked me with those big beautiful eyes as if she were looking through me. Then she said something that would hurt me even worse. She said. "If you're real good to me and do everything I say, just maybe... I'll let you... watch as I fuck your best friends!" Then she added, "You can at least see what you'll never have, that's more than most men will ever get!"

I was so deflated and hurt I clocked out and went home. I cried and tried to think of a way to win her love. Then I decided, two could play at this game! If she has ruined me for all other women, I'll do the same to her. I knew I couldn't bring her that much pleasure. So, I'd find another way!

*

I waited several weeks, then one night I knocked on Ann's door. When she opened it, she had a surprised look on her face. She said, "What in the hell do you want?"

I said, as I pushed in the door, I'm here to get even!

Ann began to shout, "Fuck you, get out."

That's when I slapped her across the face so hard she fell to her knees. I picked Ann up and carried her to the bedroom. A place I had been dreaming about for years. I tied Ann to the bed and began to slowly cut away her clothing. I used her pretty little white panties, the same ones she was wearing the night she had blown me, and shoved them into her mouth!

I told her that I had called the office and convinced them that she had taken another job and for then to just mail her check. I told Ann, your mine now bitch, I'm in control! I told Ann to just lay back and relax because I was going to fuck her until I was sure I would never want her again! I didn't tell her how, but I assured her that I would be the last man she would ever bring any pleasure to.

I began by kissing her picture perfect pussy lips. I told Ann that it was a shame that her pretty little pussy was never going to be the same again! As I began to lick up and down, her pussy would open up a little more each time. Soon, I could tell Ann was about to cum. So, I returned the favor she had one given me by just standing up and watching her squirm. I got right down in Ann's face and looked her in the eyes as a tear began to trickle down her check.

I kept on looking her in the eyes while I slowly began to finger her pussy. Ann began to beg, "Please stop, I'm going to cum!" I removed the panties and told her to ask me real nice. I told her to beg me to either make her cum or to just stop and leave. 

Ann began to cry and beg me to just leave! That's when I slapped Ann across the face again, shoved the panties back into her mouth and said, "Wrong answer bitch!" I began to eat her pussy until I could feel her back start to arch off the bed, her legs started to quiver and her firm beast began to swell. I could tell Ann was almost out of control, so, of course I quit. Only this time I slapped Ann's pussy so hard she just froze and began to cry out loud! I told her, who do you think you are? I didn't say you could cum, have you forgotten who's in control here? 

By now my dick was so hard I thought it would burst! I pulled Ann's legs apart and slowly began to part the lips of her swollen pussy. As I entered her, it felt just as I had imagined, so soft and warm. I could tell that Ann had never had a large man, she was just too tight. Soon I could tell that I was where no man had ever been and I still had more to give her. I slowly began to work my dick in and out all the while looking into Ann's eyes. If she tried to close her eyes or look away I would slap the shit out of her.

I couldn't hold back any longer. As I began to cum I asked Ann, have you ever seen this look on my face before? I then said, "Guess what bitch? This is only the beginning!" When I began pumping my hot cum deep inside Ann, she couldn't control herself and began cumming with me.

We lay there for a while as I enjoyed feeling my sperm slowly oozing out around my deflating cock. Soon, Ann began trying to talk and asked me if I would please leave now. I told her that it was good to hear her say please, but that it was way too late for that. I told Ann, you haven't received you surprise yet! 

I tied Ann to the bed spread eagle, took her door key from her purse and laughed while walking out the door. 

The next night I came back with Ann's surprise. When I walked into to bedroom I could tell by the bleeding around her wrist and ankles she had been trying her best to get loose. I told her just how surprised everyone at work was by her leaving. I told her about how I laughed when I overheard some of the men say how bad they wanted to fuck her before she left. I told Ann that I had her surpass waiting in the living room, but before I brought it in I thought I should fuck her just one more time. Being how after this night, no one would ever want her pussy again!

Ann still smelled of the night before, I got a towel and wiped away the dried cum that had been dripping from her cunt. I told her that she wouldn't receive the same treatment as the night before. This time I was just going to fuck her and I didn't care if she ever had another climax. Although, I knew she was about to have more than she could stand. 

I began by rubbing my dick across her swollen lips, pressing it into her moist pussy just far enough to get some left over cum to cover the head. Then I removed the panties from Ann's mouth and made her lick it off. I forced my hard dick between the very lips I had once only dreamed of kissing and began to fuck her mouth hard as I could. Ann began to gag and beg for air. I propped her head up on a pillow and pulled my dick out just before cumming. Ann looked relived until I reached into the bag I brought with me and pulled out a pair of hair trimmers!

The shock on Ann's face was worth a million dollars. Ann began to beg, please not my hair, I'll do anything, Ill be your slave, just mention it, but please, don't cut my hair! Ann began to cry as I plugged up the shears. I said, remember that night when you said I couldn't even touch you damn hair, well now I'll just take it with me! I got on top of Ann and sat across her chest mashing those large firm breasts flat as possible. I told her to start sucking my cock. The faster she could make me cum the less hair I would cut off! I forced my dick into her mouth and turned on the shears. Ann began sucking like a whore on a mission. Every time she stopped for air I cut another long hand full of hair off and let her watch as I threw it in the bag.

Soon I was cumming in Ann's mouth even bigger than before! I made her drink all she could then I just left my soft dick in her mouth while I continued to cut her hair. I climbed off and just looked at the pathetic site that had once been a goddess. I told Ann it would be hard for me to even get another hard on looking at her. I closed my eyes and slowly managed to get another erection. I got down between Ann's legs and forced the entire length of my cock into her dry pussy.

I fucked Ann for about five minutes and then just stooped, Ann looked at me with surprise as I told her, you just don't do it for me anymore. Your an ugly bitch with good pussy, but that wasn't going to last much longer. I jumped up as said; it's time for your surprise!

I left for the living room and came back with five large black men. Michael being the largest with a cock larger than a baseball bat. I told Ann that I had given her to these men and that they had promised to stretch her pussy so big that no white man could ever enjoy sex with her again! Ann began to cry and shout, begging me not to let this happen. I told Ann that not only was Michael going to be last, he was going to get her pregnant just to make sure that her pussy and tits both would be worthless from now on! Just the thought of a large black baby crawling out of Ann's pussy was too much.

I watched as the first four well endowed black men used the woman I had once loved and dreamed of as a piece of meat. Soon Ann's pussy was stretched so big I could have put my fist in it. The four men took turns fucking Ann's mouth and pulling her once well- formed tits so out of shape they too were beginning to sag and droop to her sides. Just looking at Ann with short hair, cum gushing from her mouth and cunt and all those huge black dicks working in and out of her holes made me want to throw up.

I had just about accomplished my goal of destroying Ann! I could no longer look and started to leave the room when I heard a blood-curling scream! They had turned Ann over and started to rape her ass. Even I hadn't thought of that. Soon the four black men were in a line and all talking about filling her bowels with their cum! About the time the second man shoved his huge black cock up Ann's ass she passed out. This didn't stop them; in fact, I think that even made them fuck Ann harder.

Soon they were all through and I heard Michael say, my turn. He looked at me and said, "You want to clean dat bitch up a bit?" Michael said, "Wake da bitch up, she's gonna want to see dis!" So, I woke Ann up with some wet towels and looking her in the eyes told her, it's time! Michael is fixing to rip your pussy apart and plant his black seed deep in your womb. I told Ann to look as I held a mirror so that she could see her now gapping pussy dripping with cum and her lack of hair.

When Ann first saw Michael's huge dick she began to cry, saying, there is no way that thing will fit inside me! I held the mirror as Ann watched Michael slowly part the swollen lips of her pussy. Oh God, Ann cried out, your killing me! Michael's cock must have been four inches across and over fourteen inches long. It was the ugliest damn thing I had ever seen. Huge veins pooping out and black as coal. As the head made it in, Michael just stopped and looked at me.

He said, "Are you sure you want me to finish her off, once I start there ain't gonna be no stopping till this bitch is well fuck and pregnant!"

I paused for a moment looking into those big beautiful hazel eyes. Thinking back to all the nights I had tossed and turned just thinking about Ann and those damn eyes. I could see Ann looking at me as if she was begging me to spare her. I bent down over her swollen cum covered face, several loads of black man seed oozing from the corner of her mouth and held her eyes wide open.

Looking at Ann in a way to make her believe I would let it go, Ann began to relax as I softly caressed her face and softly told her, "Remember when I told you I loved you? Remember what you said?" Then I shouted, "FUCK HER, FUCK HER GOOD, fill her with a black baby so she'll never forget this night and how I ruined her for all men!"



A Story About Friends



Sat. May 4th, 2015; In the Locker room of Morningside Gym: 

The sweat dripped from his forehead, and rolled down his face, before he got ahold of his towel. Jefferson was tired after leading his hip-hop aerobics class, and his chiseled frame was soaked from hour-long workout. The spandex outfit would be a bitch to pull off, but it was well worth the hungry looks he got from the women in the class. During today's class, he had caught one of the women pointing at him while talking to her friend, during the water break, and from then on both women's eyes were locked on his sweat drenched crotch. He was sure they could make out his package in his wet compression shorts. 

The empty locker room was always a great place to be after a long day of working with people who want so badly to be in good shape, but lack the discipline to achieve it. Walking past the mirrors on the way to the lockers was a small reward at the end of the workday. This moment of vanity was earned by the hard work that he put forth on a daily basis. Many days, when the room was empty, Jefferson would strip down to nothing and walk past the mirror naked to admire his own physic. Plus, it always felt good to get out of the tight compression shorts, and hang loose. Today was one of those days. 

First, he peeled off his soaked under armor sleeveless shirt to reveal his carved stomach and chest. As he craned his neck to the right to peer first into his own eyes then down to his upper body in the mirror he though, "thank you, football!" All the hours in the weight room as a younger man still had a lasting effect. After removing his shoes and socks, he took ahold of his waste band. He dropped his compression shorts. Now he stood, as naked as the day he was born, and allowed himself the relaxing moment of feeling the cool air caressing his body. Jefferson headed toward his locker. 

After entering his combination, he undid the lock with a loud Clank. Rummaging through his belongings in his gym bag, he saw that his text alert light was blinking on his phone. With no one around, Jefferson figured that getting dressed could wait. He unlocked the screen, and saw that he had a private message. Jefferson didn't have a wife or girlfriend, but he liked to keep names or pieces of messages from popping up if they were from women that he found attractive or flirted with. 

With much curiosity, he thumbed in the passcode with all the ease of a pro ballplayer shooting a free throw. To his surprise the name on the message was Mary Yarm... suddenly he felt a chill race down his naked back. "Mary Yarm..." he thought. His reflections started to take him back into time so suddenly that is was as if he phased through time and space. He remembered her, but not like remembering and event. He remembered her smell, which was the sweet muted fragrance of fresh flowers and linen. He remembered her dark brown hair as it was spread across the bed, and her body positioned on the bed the last time they made love. Her skin was so milky and smooth with little freckles. Her breasts were perky and perfect, and her athletic frame was positioned in an angelic pose. 

His memories of her always began like this because the one time that they had made love, as friends, had meant more than any sexual encounter he had ever experienced. He had always wanted more. Sharing his entire self with her was what he had desired for so long, but he never had the courage to be upfront with her. He ended up placing himself in her friend-zone, because he feared losing her from his life. Jefferson wasn't much of a gambler. 

With his breathing deep, and his heart fluttering, Jefferson opened the text message from his dream girl. 

Mary Yarm: "Mr. Knighting!" 

He replied. 

"Ms. Yarm!": Jefferson Knighting 

Her replies came back so swiftly, that it seemed as if she had talk to text. 

Mary Yarm: "It seems like its been forever, how have you been? I miss talking with you!" 

"I've been doing ok, working hard. I definitely miss talking with you, Mary Mary.": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "So guess what? I'M IN KY!! I'm visiting Devon at Kentucky State, and I'm like the ONLY white person in a couple miles radius, it's a weird feeling, but I don't mind. Lol." 

"I'm sure you don't mind that, you're around my people, they'll take good care of you! Plus, you never minded attention from black men, anyhow, haha.": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "Specific black guys, ;P" 

"J":Jefferson Knighting 

Now the feelings of his longing to make her smile increased, like they always did a few message or words into a conversation with her. She was always so flirty with him, but he never had enough guts to just tell her his feelings. This ended up opening the door for her to date other guys, and him having to listen to her problems about those clowns. All the while, he listened jealously, and silently hated himself for not being the guy she was seeing, and just being the "friend." 

Mary Yarm: ";-)" 

"So, just being in KY makes you think of me? I must have a strong link to this state in your mind.": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: " Yea, being back in "the Bluegrass State" reminds me of you, a lot, But, That's not really why I contacted you..." 

"Uh Oh... is it a boy or girl? HAHA.": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: " Its funny that you say that... but, no, I'm not pregnant. I did do something along those lines, and I need my best friend." 

"Aren't you with your girl Devon?": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: " Yup, but you know that you are my best friend, silly! You are the only person that knows everything about me, and the only person I fully trust." 

"Aww, that sweet. You've never put it that way, but I guess we look at each other the same way...": Jefferson Knighting 

Jefferson felt like an idiot. He was doing it again. He was setting himself up to hear a sad story about her, and some guy that she'd fallen for, slept with too early, and now felt disconnected with. As much as he wanted to avoid this, his feelings wouldn't allow for him to speak out against hearing what he knew was coming. 

He stood up, walked to the urinal and relieved himself. As he pulled back his foreskin to revealed the head of his dick, he thought to himself, "why did I never get circumcised..." He brushed the thought away, and focused on the task at hand. He shook his package dry, and headed back to the bench in front of his locker. He plopped his bare ass on the cool wooden bench, and picked up his phone. The freedom of being naked in a public place invigorated him, though he now had a pit in his stomach, contemplating who or what these next few texts will entail. 

Mary Yarm: "I really need you to not judge me, after I share this with you. Your nonjudgmental listening is what is most needed in my life, cause I don't know how to feel about this." 

"You didn't kill anyone, or run off and get married, did you? That's a hell of a preamble to lay on someone, before you tell them something.": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "It might have been easier to talk about had I done something like that." 

"Oh, wow, I'm really nervous now.": Jefferson Knighting 

The funny part was, Jefferson WAS nervous about this news that Mary was about to reveal. He had no clue of what it could be, and he had no idea of how he'd react. He fully expected to be about her and a new suitor, but, hopefully, it was something trivial. 

Mary Yarm: "Like, I can't even bring myself to talk about it. Can I just send you a video?" 

"Haha, I don't know what could be so bad that YOU can't talk to me about it, but go ahead": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "Ok... Please, don't judge me...Here goes nothing..." 

As the downloading icon appeared on Jefferson's phone, he had a suspicion that this could be something really good for him. The last time Mary had seemed like she couldn't speak to him, she had sent him a picture of herself right after a shower. Sometimes she openly sexually teased him, and she got a kick out of it, he knew. This video could be of anything. He just tried to calm himself, and keep from getting his hopes up. For some reason, though, he had goose bumps all over his naked flesh, and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end. 

Mary Yarm: View Video 

Anxiously, Jefferson hovered his thumb over the link that had just finished downloading. Upon his skin activating the touchpad on his phone, the video app expanded to engulf his screen. Before he was aware, the sound of indiscriminate voices came out of his phone at max volume. The noise jolted him, but before he could think to turn it down, he was already captivated by what was being displayed on his phone in high definition quality. 

The video was of Mary... and she was without clothes, but that was the least of the videos details. Four others joined Mary. There was a black woman with caramel, smooth skin, whose face couldn't be seen, but from the camera wielders perspective, her large titties and trimmed pussy could be witnessed. There were also three young, athletic looking men. All black, and built like Greek statues, from the waist up. Their lower halves made them look like porn stars. Each one of the guys sported a long thick erection that glistened with wetness. The darkest of the huge cocked participants was knelt before the camerawoman. His face was buried in her bush, and as he slurped and licked, the results could be heard in excess. The other two men were, to Jefferson's horrified surprise, engaged in some "acts" with Mary. Who was he kidding; those studs were fucking her brains out. 

Jefferson's mind was going a thousand miles per hour. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and didn't want to believe it, either. He was floored by the videos outward raunchiness. He would never have thought Mary Yarm, his Mary Yarm, could ever engage in something so perverse or so pornographic. His heart sank as the sound blared from his phones minute speaker, and the video's playback looped to show the action of the ten second MMS. As he bared witness to the video, he realized how each one of the participants seemed to be in bliss, and this is dropped Jefferson's spirits even lower. He wanted to turn the video off and act as if he had never known of its tormenting existence. For some reason, though... he felt a familiar pressure in his naked crotch. 

The portion of the video that focused on Mary was something like a scene from a porn flick that Jefferson had watched in his adolescence. She laid on her side with her legs open and wide, an invisible thigh master between her legs that were bent at the knees. The light skinned, possibly biracial, bull lied behind her, in the way lovers spooned. His movements were everything but loving, though. He thrust his eight-inch dick into her tiny shaved cunt with so much force that her muffled moans and gasps of pleasure sounded like chokes and hiccups. All the while, his violent plunge caused her sporty breasts to bounce up and down as if she were running. The white cream wetting the inside of her love canal was accumulating on the base of his rod, and making a wet sucking and squishing noise as he repetitively forced himself deep into her. 

While she was being rammed from behind, her head lay in the lap of the chocolate brown, nine-inch pipe owner. Her pretty mouth was wide, and the head of his stick was being slowly worked in and out of her mouth. She drooled ever so slightly, and her saliva ran in a long stream down the shaft of his stiff dick, and pooled at the side of his balls. If this were a private moment, it would seem like an intimate moment between two long time lovers. This video was definitely not about anything intimate. Five people, fucking, in a well-lit room, that resembled that of a residence hall, dorm room. Mary Yarm centered in the event, fucking two hard cocks at the same time, and seeming to be in pure ecstasy. 

Jefferson felt short of breath. He was now standing and pacing, watching the orgy on repeat, his left hand rubbing his hair, which was what he did when he was flustered. He couldn't believe that she would send this to him, and think that he wouldn't judge her for being slutty! For the strangest reason, in spite of how emotionally slapped in the face he felt, he felt the head of his dick protrude from the foreskin of his dick, as his erection grew stiff with arousal. Why was her dirty decision turning him on more than he had ever been before? He was jerked from his moment lost in thought by the vibration of his phone in his hand. The notification bar read "Mary Yarm." What is there for her to say after actually sending him that video?! While his cock bobbed up and down from the stiffness of his erection, a long drip of pre-cum fell to the floor. Whatever she had to say, he was horny as fuck, and was ashamed to know that the video of the girl he had so many feelings invested in, had turned him on so much, in spite of the fact that she was fucking people (not a person) that wasn't him. He opened his messaging app, to see her message. 

Mary Yarm: "Hello? I knew you'd never be able to talk to me after seeing that, but I can explain! It's not a long story. So..." 

Fri. May 3rd, 2015; in Devon's Dorm room at Kentucky State University (hbcu): 

She barely got out of the car before she was being grabbed up into a bear hug. Mary had been excited about the trip she made from Ohio, but she didn't realize how much the trip meant to Devon Smith. Devon was Mary's long time friend from her last year of high school. They played volleyball together, but aside from that, they were total opposites. Mary had creamy white skin, while Devon's was a beautiful shade of ebony. Mary was quite and reserved around people she didn't now, while Devon was the life of any room, socially. Mary could count, on her fingers, the number of guy's she had dates/ been intimate with, and Devon was to the point that she did not care. Though they were so different, they just worked. 

"How was the ride down, girly?" asked Devon. 

" It wasn't too bad, but I sure am glad to get my ass out of that car's seat, haha," Mary said with a laugh. That's what they did together, laugh. 

"Well, I'm glad you made it, I've been waiting on you to get here! I've already got us set up to go to a get together at my friends place," Devon stated excitedly, "He is good people, and they always have great parties over there." 

"I ate on the way down here, so all I need to do is shower and change clothes," said Mary. 

"Lets hit the stairs then, girl. You need to work that white ass out anyway... you won't be able to keep them niggas' eyes off of it. Mother fuckers always act ignorant when a white female comes on campus, like they never seen a "Becky" before," Devon said with a tad bit of bitterness in her voice. 

"You know me, I love the ethnic brothers, hahaha," Mary chuckled, while giving Devon a nudge. 

"You love AN ethnic brother. You ain't foolin' nobody," Devon retorted. 

"We are just friends, and you know it," Mary said quickly "We've always have been friends, and I know that makes you jealous. I see your green eyes." 

"And he has seen your white thighs!" Devon said, while reaching her hand up the stairs to pinch Mary on the behind, her ample cheek formed a crease with her athletic thigh. They both laughed all the way up the stairs, and Mary thought about Jefferson. Devon was right, but Mary would never admit it to her. 

Devon Smith's room was typical of a female student that had a lot going on. Clothes were thrown everywhere, including unmentionables. She had a private room, so the entire mess was her own. Her bunk beds were positioned along the right wall, the top bunk looking like a shrine devoted to dirty clothes. A TV and videogame system was positioned on the back wall and on the left the entrance to her private bathroom, and her desk. 

The desk was the most interesting part of the room. It had all types of items strewn around on it. There was a laptop, a light for reading, a couple of books on the topic of chemistry (no doubt for a class), a pipe with a bag of weed next to it, and numerous sexual items. There was a rabbit dildo, a bottle of astroglide, a Magnum condom, and a small vibrator. Mary thought, "I guess she will never change..." She shook her head ever so slightly, with a little grin. 

"You don't give a fuck about anything, do you?" Mary said, pointing at the desks more illicit adornments. 

"This is MY queendom... I like having everything I need in easy reaching distance," Devon replied, and shot a bird at Mary for emphasis on her point. 

"Whatever! Pull me out something to wear, I'm gonna get in the shower," said Mary "I know that you will take forever and a day to get dressed, so I want to go ahead and get cleaned up." This remark was met with the double bird, from her partner in crime. 

Without another word and with no hint of shame, Mary began to strip. After playing sports together, and spending hours upon hours in close quarters with her friend over the years, there was no modesty between the two. It wasn't uncommon for one to pee while the other did her makeup in the mirror. After slipping off her shoes, Mary undid her tight jeans, and in one fluid motion, pulled them down to her long legs, and, to Devon's surprise, a triangular bush of hair above her lady parts. 

"Damn, Grandma! Has it been that long?" Devon cracked, pointing at the thick tuff of brown hair that hid her clit. 

"It's been long enough, but don't get any ideas, the streak won't end tonight!" Mary said, looking down at her hairy nether region. 

"Alright, Alright, but you need to shave that shit anyway, you never know what could happen..." Devon said in a sing songy fashion, topped off with a sly wink. 

Mary rolled her eyes, and pulled her shirt up over her head to reveal a regular black Victoria's Secret Dream Angels Demi bra. She had always been confident about her figure, but had on the contrary never been comfortable in the nude around anyone except for her fellow volleyball players in high school. 

"You are lucky I'm not a guy, cause you'd be bent over that desk," her friend said while casually taking a hit from the pipe she had just grabbed off her desk. She passed the pipe and lighter to Mary. 

Standing in only an expensive bra, the air in the room running up the her legs between the cheeks of her ass, causing her back hole to pucker ever so slightly, she put the pipe to lips. She struck the lighter and placed the half-inch flame over the contents of the bowl. She sucked through the long end of the pipe in the reverse action of blowing a bubble. As the hot, distinct tasting smoke traveled past her tongue, she removed her thumb from the air hole on the bowl of the pipe. A rush of hot smoke burned the back of her throat, and she had to fight the urge to cough. She held in the smoke, and felt a tingling in her lungs. She slowly exhaled the smoke, as she passed the pipe back to Devon. 

She unlatched her bra, letting her breast free, and now stood completely naked in front of the bathroom door. She could already feel a little of haziness that accompanied a high from some good weed. She could feel a chill crawl up her spine, and feel her rosy nipples become hard. It was time for a relaxing shower. 

After getting the shower steamy and warm, she entered and shut the curtain behind her. Instantly the warm water began to cascade down her body, running down from her neck over her still perky tits, down her flat stomach, and into her bushy triangle. Devon was right, she thought, and began to look for her friends shaving tools. She started to trim up, but decided to go back to her bald "Brazilian" look that she normally donned, especially when there was a chance that she'd have sex. Grabbing ahold of the loofa hanging from the showerhead, and slathering some ocean breeze scented body wash over it, she began the soothing process of bathing her naked curves. She lathered her self from neck to toe, slowly and carefully to see that every inch of her barley tanned skin had been attended to. She couldn't help but cup her chest a little as she washed them. She could feel the excitement building in her, and she knew she always fell victim to horniness when she smoked weed or drank. She even took a little time out to wash between her legs in a slow deliberate fashion. She ran the soft soapy sponge from as far back as she could reach from the front, and brought the lather forward, feeling the tingles of pleasure from her asshole, to her small, but very pink labia, up toward her quickly swelling clit. She repeated this more than once, all the while thinking of the one time that Jefferson, her secret love, had licked her in the same fashion when they had succumb to the drinks and emotion that they shared one night, a couple years ago. 




A Story About Friends



When engaging is private sexual activity, she often thought of him. His strong frame, and the hardness of his gaze always caused her to have butterflies in her stomach. She had seen him without a shirt on plenty of occasions, either working out, doing yard work, or playing pick up sports. His body was unquestionably the best she had ever seen. Every muscle was defined, and sculpted, but he was not so big that he looked awkward. His tattoo's were prominent, but would never be seen if he kept a regular t-shirt on. She had always liked that. His body, his look, and the one night of expressed physical love were enough to give her many nights of sexual fantasies over the years. 

Mary hadn't realized, but she had her right hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in a circular motion that sent waves of pleasure through her. Her left hand was cupping and squeezing her right breast. She didn't even realize that she had gotten caught up in her thoughts until she heard herself let out a soft moan of beautiful agony. She allowed herself another few moments of pleasure, rinsing off her right hand, and then she slowly pushed her first two fingers up inside of her. She gasped at the electric feeling of having her pussy stretched ever so slightly while she squeezed and pinched her left nipple. How she wished the hands that were caressing her were Jefferson's and not her own. 

After her shower, she got dressed in a skintight mini outfit that Devon had for her. The dress was so tight, that she couldn't wear a bra, and Devon wouldn't let her wear underwear, like she always did when they went out together. Mary felt like she had never gotten dressed aside from the high heals that she wore. The all black look was something that she felt good in, and Mary always thought that it was a great contrast to her normally pale skin. 

Devon took forever, as always, and by the time the left the Residence hall it was dark. The SUV that they climbed in was the opposite of the room they just left. Everything was so clean that it looked as if it could be eaten off of. Mary could feel the 

Dress riding up, and felt her bare ass touching the leather seat. As usual, she was headed to a place that she'd never been with her friend Devon, who typically hung around with people that tended to live on the edge. She reminded herself to watch her limits, and be on the alert, because there is always the possibility of something bad happening. Her worries started to melt away, though as her best female friend turned their song, Chris Brown- Take you down, on so loud that they couldn't hear themselves sing. It really felt good to be back with her friend. 

They arrived at the apartment complex where the party was scheduled to happen. It was the typical college apartment place where all of the rooms were overpriced and no one really cared because their student loans were covering the cost. There were people outside, and as they walked into the apartment complex, the catcalls came from all over. 

"Damn baby, that ass is PHAT!" said a dark skinned guy with a fitted hat. 

Mary knew the comment was directed toward her, but she didn't want to give that loser the satisfaction of knowing she paid him any attention. Though, maybe it was the weed, but she did like being noticed for her body. She didn't like the disrespectful words, but seeing their eyes all on her body made her feel so...powerful, and sexy. The skintight dress and the lack of undergarments made her feel like they were looking at her without clothes. She realized that they pretty much were. Her nipples were hard again, and she knew that they could be seen through the outfit. It really didn't matter, she was about to have a few drinks and chill. 

They entered the apartment, and instantly were caught up in the smell of burning marijuana, alcohol, and burning scent candles. There were only three guys there. Mary got the feeling that this wouldn't be too bad of an outing. She usually did better with small groups thank large parties. Devon began the introductions. 

"Fellas, this is my friend Mary from Ohio. She went to High School with me in Lexington, and she's down visiting, though she's not a college girl. Don't judge her, she made better grads than I did in school," Devon continued "Mary this is Roderick, Damon, and Xavier." 

All three men were very attractive to her. Roderick was very dark skinned, and looked like a body builder. He had a shaved head and wore a baggy jeans and tank top. Mary figured that he was a football player or something, because the average guy was not built like this. Damon was chocolate skinned with waves that looked like they were drawn into his hair. His edge up and goatee made him look like he should be in a magazine. He was of average build and had tattoos from his elbow to his wrist on both arms. He wore a Coogi polo shirt with matching shorts. Xavier had to be biracial. He was the tallest of the three, standing about six feet four inches. His hair was buzzed down to almost nothing, and he had a semi baby face. He wore basketball shorts and a Kevin Durant jersey. Mary assumed that he was on the basketball team. His eyes were a hazel that captivated her, and she was sure that he did not have a problem finding girls to sleep with him on campus, with his height and looks. 

The guys greeted with handshakes, and side hugs, then they offered the girls drinks and hits of the weed. The girls gladly accepted and began to enjoy the company. After forty-five minutes, they were all dancing to the old school mixes that contained Rap and R&B hits from the early to late 2000's. The dancing progressively went from clean to dirty. Devon and Mary rotated from guy to guy dancing during the songs, and went back and forth to the counter to take hits of the smoke, and sip their drinks. An hour and a half into the party, everyone was drunk and high. The dancing was no longer confined to the floor. Mary looked up, as she grinded her semi exposed ass against Damon's crotch, and she could feel his "response" and she worked her back to the rhythm R.Kelly's Slow Wind, to see Devon straddling Roderick and essentially dry humping him. She thought, it couldn't be that dry, because she knew that Devon wasn't wearing panties. 

With his hands all over her, she was starting to feel the little twinge of sexual energy and long with a pang of guilt. Damon was holding her tight, and his cock was rubbing rhythmically against her as they moved together, drunk in the music. Mary then excused her self to the restroom, to try and compose herself, though she was drunk and high. She floated to the bathroom with one last look over her shoulder, toward Damon, and caught a glimpse of Devon. Was she really naked on the couch with Roderick and Xavier? She couldn't figure out if her mind was playing tricks on her, or if she was really seeing them all losing clothes. Maybe she just needed a moment to breath. 

While sitting on the bowl, she tried to think through the haze of alcohol and marijuana smoke. "I've gotta behave, I'm horny, but that doesn't mean I have to do anything... but damn all three of those guys are fucking hot." She looked at her phone, and started to scroll through the pictures to keep her mind off the naughty thoughts that she was having. As she scrolled she came across a saved picture from a year earlier, when Jefferson Knighting sent her a picture of himself after working out. He looked so good, and it made her sad that she had to be so far from him, and the fact that she couldn't ever make a relationship work with him. She had long ago given up hope, but she still loved him. She gazed at the picture again, and his face disappeared, and all she saw was his chest, and the V that his abs made pointing toward his uncut dick. "Wow," she thought. She was so horny that she couldn't think straight. 

As she looked for the toilet paper, she came across a note on the floor, folded in half with something in the middle. On the note it said "To: Ms. Yarm, from: Your Friend." It had been slipped under the door while she played on her phone. Of course it was from Devon. She was always up to something. Unfolding the paper, she saw a little pink tablet that reminded her of the old Flintstone vitamins. She wasn't sure what it was, but she shifted her attention to the note, not wasting time trying to figure out what the tablet was. The note read: 

Dear Mary 

Take this... it'll make you feel better. Stop worrying about shit, and let your hair down. These are good folks, and you are safe here. Take this, and lets finish this night the right way 

Love 

Devon <3 

Mary was in a small dilemma, and she wasn't sure of what she should do. Apparently this pill would do something to her, and she was already drunk and high. The more she thought about it, the harder it became to make a decision. "What's the worse that could happen," she thought. She always did this when it came to making decisions while partying, but tonight, she decided, she was going to have some fun. She stood up off the toilet, wiped herself, and looked into the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, but she looked beautiful to herself. She could only imagine how those horny men were feeling about her. She washed her hands and let the sink's water run a little long. Without another thought, she took the tablet, and popped it into her mouth, and took a long gulp of the cold water running from the faucet. Now it was time to finish the night. 

As she opened the bathroom door, she could hear the soft moans of someone doing something usually done in privacy. She listened for two heartbeats, and she could make out the voices of Roderick and Xavier. She could guess what was going on, now. She walked back into the living area to see Devon without a stitch of clothes, kneeling between the darkest and lightest of the men, but pants less, and both having their shirts pulled up to their chest. Their cocks pointed straight to the ceiling like they were given orders to "stick em up" by a robber. With her hand around Xavier's member, stroking it up and down sensually, Devon had her mouth and left hand on Roderick's dick. She was moving her head up and down, slowly and confidently. Her tongue would circle the head of his long rod every time she got to the top, her hand trailing up his pole, then she would twist her hand ever so slightly and slide her hand back down the shaft, and follow with her mouth. Both of their dicks were glistening, so it was obvious that she was taking turns going back and forth between them. The sounds being made were enough to excite Mary to the max. Witnessing this made her so wet that her juice began to run down her left leg, and without panties to catch it, she barely realized that she had "sprung a leak" before the drip ran down to her knee. 

She looked around to see Damon standing near the counter, watching, with a hand in his pants. She could see how hard he was through his shorts, and she was impressed by how big his dick was. She wanted to feel it. For some reason, she wanted to feel all of their dicks. She had never had that kind of feeling before. As she walked over to the counter, she felt warm, like the temperature had gone up in the room, but she realized that it must be because of all the sexual energy being released into the air. 

When she got to the counter, she took a shot of whipped cream flavored vodka, and then glanced over at the couch. Devon was now working Xavier's light shaft, and she watched intently, like everyone else in the room. She was a pro, and Mary couldn't help but admire her skills. Damon looked over at her, and his eyes seemed hungry. She could tell that he wanted her, and she didn't mind the look. She edged closer to him, and allowed him to wrap his hands around her waist, and place both of his hands on her ass. It felt good to feel his strong hands there again, but this time, his intentions were not set on a cheap feel during a dance. He quickly, pulled her dress up past her navel to expose her ass and pussy. She felt a jolt of excitement, and road the wave. She quickly undid his shorts, and let them fall to the floor. She then placed a hand inside his boxer shorts, to grab ahold of his thick manhood. "It's so hard!" she thought. 

She went ahead and slid down his boxers, and now they matched. A man and a woman who were practically strangers, standing in front of one another, sexually excited without pants on. As far as she could remember, though her memory was apt to failing her in times like these, she could never remember being in a situation like this. What was the next move? She didn't have to think about it long, because Damon had plans of his own, and the way she was feeling, she'd just go ahead and go with them. "It is really hot in here," She thought. 

Damon stepped out of his shorts, and moved close to Mary. She thought that he was going to kiss her, but then she realized quickly that this was NOT about to be a love making session. The hunger in his eyes said that he wanted to fuck, not make love. He placed one of his strong hands on her shoulder, and the other he placed around her waist, then, in one motion, he turned her around and bent her over to lean her upper body on the counter. A tingle ran up her spine in anticipation of what he'd do next. She heard the sound of him spit, and then a split second later felt something wet splash against her asshole. Then she felt the wetness run down toward her wet longing cunt. The anticipation was growing at a faster rate now. Her breathing became quick and shallow, and she opened her legs wider to accommodate. 

Mary then felt it. A hard something slapped against her right ass check, then she felt the probe slide up her clit, coating the head of it in her wetness. Then without further prelude, Damon thrust his thick cock fully into Mary, and she let out a shout. He let out a satisfied growl as she felt both of his hands around her waist. He wasted no time, and began to thrust at a quick pace. Every time he came forward, his hips plopped against her ass, and she knew that he had taken off his shirt. With each one of the plunges of his long cock, she felt and electric shock run from her pussy, up her spine and into her brain. It felt so good, and her mind was so clear, all she could do was lean forward and enjoy. She grasped, though, that it was not all she could do. She twisted her self over to look at her friend and the other two men. 

Devon was lying on the couch with her legs spread eagle. Roderick was in between her legs, one leg on the floor and one knee in the couch, thrusting his large black dick into her. Xavier knelt down near her face and was slowly fucking her mouth as if it were a pussy, itself. She was moaning, but the sound was muffled because of Xavier's thickness in her mouth. The sight of this made Mary feel even hotter, and even hornier. She wanted to have two cocks as well. If one was this good, then a second one had to feel like heaven. 

The men were all loudly moaning and gasping, fully enjoying the moment. All three had their dick in a woman, and all seemed to be satisfied with the fact. Damon was loud, but the sounds of his thrusts, the wetness of Mary's pussy, and the sounds of her ass slapping against his hips were even louder. She couldn't help herself. She moaned and threw her head back, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head like a bad zombie movie. She had only had this feeling once before in her life. When did that last happen? She couldn't remember at the moment because her mind was a haze of alcohol, weed, and whatever the hell Devon had given her. It didn't matter right now, anyway. A black bull was fucking her, and it was feeling so good that she was afraid that she had tears in her eyes. 

She had completely lost track of time. She wasn't sure if it had been two minutes or twenty. She was so wrapped up in the pleasure that her body was being subject to, that time seemed to have no meaning. Her entire body felt as if it was supercharged with heat and energy to the point that she thought her body was glowing. She could feel the sweat beginning to seep from her pores and she knew that the rest of her clothes needed to come off. 

She reached back and put a hand on Damon's hip, which was a signal to slow down and stop. He still worked in and out just a bit before coming to a stop and pulling his rod out of her. Now, able to stand, Mary wasted no time in pulling her dress over her head. The tight sweaty dress felt like it was being peeled from her skin. Damon aided just a little when the dress stuck to her back and she she was having a hard time pulling it up. With a tug, her breasts bounced free, and then the neckline cleared her face. She shook her hair loose from the dress and stood in front of Damon stark naked, sweaty, and as horny as she'd ever been. She realized quickly that she didn't really want him, particularly. She wanted sex, and she felt like she needed it, as if her body was thirsty for it. 

She walked toward the couch where Devon's threesome was taking place. As Mary hovered over the fray, they took the hint and began to move. This was going to be her show, and she wanted to be the director. She grabbed Damon's arm, and pulled him to the far end of the couch and pushed him into the seat. Then she grabbed Xavier's arm and pulled him to her. She grabbed his shirt, and pulled it over his head, so that he matched her in her nakedness. After rubbing her hands all over his chest, she grabbed a hold of his long snake, and stroked it. 

"I need you to fuck me while I suck his dick, are you ok with that?" she asked in a sultry voice. 

He nodded eagerly, as his cock flinched while in her grasp. 

Mary managed to lie down gracefully, and lay her head in Damon's lap. She could instantly smell her scent wafting from his cock, and it made her more excited. She used her hand to position the head of his thick Johnson so that she could easily take him in her mouth. As she slowly circled the head of his penis with her tongue, she felt Xavier positioning himself behind her. She felt his hands all over her ass and thighs as she tried to line his cock up to her pussy. She could also feel Damon's hand squeezing her left tit. A shockwave of pleasure flowed through Mary that made her realize that Xavier had everything lined up. His thrust nearly caused her to choke on Damon's member. She realized quickly that she didn't mind the roughness. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Roderick had boosted Devon onto the counter top, and began to go down on her. He must have really enjoyed what he tasted because he was making so many licking and slurping noises that there could have been an ice cream cone between her legs. Apparently he was very turned on by it too, because he was fondling his own cock as he licked her clit. As his tongue caressed the lips of her cat, Devon threw her head back and let out a long monotone moan of pleasure, and placed her hand on his bald head. She, then, placed her feet on the countertop and raised her hips up so that she was in a 3-legged crab position. She began to move her hips as if she was on a waterbed, causing her pussy to move up and down on his lips and tongue. After a few moments of that action, Devon looked over, and began to fiddle with something. Another minute, or ten minutes, Mary wasn't sure, a very bright light started to shine from where Devon's face was... 

Mary could taste the precum that leaked from the dick she was sucking. She used her right hand to squeeze Damon's balls, and he let out a groan. Behind her, Xavier pounded her pussy like he was a jackhammer and her body was the pavement. His long cock poked the deep regions of her tunnel, and it drove her nuts. His balls slapped against her clit as he rammed forward, and this made her feel dirty and thrilled. His light skinned, big hands ran up and down her body, from the side of her stomach to her ass, and down her long legs. Damon's hand was running through Mary's hair, while his left hand squeezed the couches armrest. It seemed like things were getting close to an ending. 




A Story About Friends



Mary's body was shivering with sexual energy. She was sweat soaked, and beginning to tire. She took the dick out of her mouth and worked it in her skilled hand. She knew her handjobs were good, because in her past, it was as far as she'd ever go with a guy. Now, she was lying in a spooning position, still being fucked hard by Xavier, and she jerked Damon's cock. She was now panting and moaning quickly and loudly, as everyone else did the same. 

She heard a very loud growl/ coming from the counter, and she looked over to see Roderick standing with every muscle in his frame flexed, his head thrown back, and Devon squatted down sucking his dick as faster than seemed possible. As she worked her mouth and right hand up and down his shaft, he twitched and let out moans ecstasy. It was apparent that he was cumming in her mouth, and apparently she didn't mind. Mary's idea was confirmed as she saw some cum drooling out of her mouth dripping onto her ample breasts. 

As the Xavier's pace quickened, Mary knew he was about to blow his load as well. She opened her legs and reached between them to pull the dick from her throbbing pussy, and she pushed it up against her stomach and cupped a hand around it to keep stroking it. He kept up his trusting motion, and then let out a long moan that was linked to an orgasm. His warm juice flowed out of the head of his dick, and it warmed her hand, forearm, and stomach. 

It was Damon's turn to get off, and he knew it. Mary concentrated on her work, and stroked him. She moved off the couch to kneel between his legs. She took her cumcovered left hand and squeezed Damon's balls. She was sure he wouldn't mind the fact that she didn't clean up. 

"Let me know when..." Mary said looking up at Damon. 

"Aight, girl." Damon replied. 

She bent his cock forward and put her mouth around it, and started to suck and lick in a rhythmic fashion. His breathing increased almost instantly. She wondered if her skills were similar to Devon's. She knew that she didn't have a much practice; seeing as how this was the third dick she'd ever sucked. She had tried it her freshman year of high school for all of three minutes. There was another experience, but she couldn't quite remember when it was or whom it was with. Her mind was still a bit hazy. 

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna...cum... ugh!" Damon exclaimed. 

As the words left his mouth, the jizz left his dick. Mary caught the first blast onto her tongue as she pulled him from her mouth. Tasting cum was exactly what she was trying to avoid. The next rope shot straight up, and a drip of it landed on her cheek. This did not faze her, as she kept jerkin him. Rope after rope shot out of his dick like a geyser, and majority of the liquid came down on his stomach and on the couch. He seemed to collapse while already sitting. 

Satisfied with her work, she stood and surveyed the room. She saw the three men seated naked, dosing. Devon had quickly made her way to the bathroom. Mary walked over to the counter to get a quick drink. She had begun to feel a little cooler, and she figured a drink would bring her temperature down even farther. "Maybe its all this cum all over me thats cooling me down," she thought as she poured the drink. She, then, noticed her phone laying face up, unlocked. It hit her quickly, and she realized that Devon had done something to it. "That Bitch..." She thought. 

Mary picked up the phone to see that a video had been recorded. To her horrified excitement, it was a video of their little get together. It just ended, but it seemed like so long ago already. Then a thought hit Mary like a sack of bricks. "I didn't even get off!" she exclaimed in her mind. She'd only gotten off with a man once. That time had to have been great, but her mind just wouldn't find the memory at the moment. 

As she watched the video play on repeat, she realized that she still had the energy to get herself off. She drank the drink, leaned over the counter, spread her legs, as she had with Damon, and reached back between her legs. She then began to masturbate as she had in the shower, only this time in full view of three men, two of which had nearly just fucked her to sleep. 

As the video played, and she moved her cum soaked fingers on her clit. She felt the pressure build up in her loins. She kept up the motion, and swayed her hips ever so slightly. Her knees bent, and her breathing became shallow. Just as she approached the point of no return, Devon walked out from the restroom. Mary locked eyes with her, as she let out a long, primal moan of bliss, as the rolls of an orgasm shot from her clit and resonated through her entire body. 

Sat. May4th, 2015; In the Locker room of Morningside Gym: 

Mary Yarm: "I really think I was on ecstasy. I took a pill that my friend gave me, and I wasn't sure what it was. I was drunk when she gave it to me, so I didn't even think before I took it." 

Jefferson was in a state of disbelief as text after text rolled in. Her reasons rolled in, and his stomach continued to tie into knots. He knew her like the back of his hand, and he knew about every decision she'd made in her past, and never had he heard something like this. He didn't know what to think. He was a mix of worried, upset, disheartened, and excited. He couldn't place his finger on it, but something about the video excited him. It excited him sexually, he knew, to his own shame, but the action of sending evidence of that night said something about her. It was something about her personality that he didn't know, and learning about her was one of his favorite things to do in life. 

Mary Yarm: "Are you mad at me? You seem mad. I'm so sorry; I just need you to understand." 

"I'm not mad, but aside from that, I really don't know how to feel, Mary Mary...": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "I feel awful about it. Like, I've never done something like that before, ever." 

"Well, it seems out of character. I'm still trippin' off you sending me that video. Why didn't you just tell me?": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "Words wouldn't have been enough." 

"I can't shake the feeling that you sent it to me for a reason.": Jefferson Knighting 

Jefferson made the statement without truly having an idea of what her motive could have been. Did she send it because she thought that he'd like it? Did she send it to make him jealous? She could have sent it by accident, and meant to send something else. His mind was all over the place, and his insides bubbled. For some reason, though, his cock was as stiff as a board. He couldn't shake the fact that the video turned him on. 

He knew that seeing sexual material turned him on anyway, but seeing her doing things that a porn star would do, really got him going. Maybe the fact that he couldn't believe it is what was giving him the hardest erection that he'd ever had. Seeing her with other people possibly was the reason why precum leaked from his dick with the regularity of a broken faucet. 

Mary Yarm: "I was so worried that you'd hate me after I sent that to you, but I just had to. You are my best friend, and I needed you to know." 

"Well, you are mine too, and I definitely don't hate you. Haha. Can I tell you a secret...": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "Well I just SHOWED you my biggest secret, go for it." 

"Well, there's 5 people who know your biggest secret now :-P and my secret is, for some reason, I'm hard as a rock!": Jefferson Knighting 

Mary Yarm: "Really?! I don't know why that makes me feel better, but it does." 

"Yea, I am. I don't understand it, but I am. I've gotta get showered up, and head home. Text me later, or something, we can talk if you want. Ttyl": Jefferson Knighting 

"Why did I just tell her that?" Jefferson thought to himself. He always seemed to tell her things that she didn't necessarily need to know. Maybe it's the reason why she shared everything with him. He shared just about everything with her so she reciprocates. He cursed himself, wishing she didn't reciprocate this information. Then he thought to himself, as he tugged at his balls unconsciously, maybe he wasn't so bothered by her video. Did it make him feel uncomfortable? Yes it did, but it didn't make him think any less of her. It more made him feel like he was inadequate. 

He knew that he wasn't tall, and that he didn't have a huge johnson. Jefferson focused on having the best physique and being well read in the categories of intimacy. He sometimes felt self-conscious of his stature, and working out helped him to feel like he could compete in the arena of courting. Seeing those guys all over Mary made him feel as if he couldn't compete. His heart began to further sink, as he came to this realization, but as his heart fell, his hardon stayed as stiff as concrete. 

Feeling the cold hardwood under his naked ass cheeks caused him to truly notice the warmth radiating from between his legs. Jefferson was so turned on that he could barely think straight. He still felt like he wanted to puke, but his beneath the waste brain told him to reactivate the video. 

He picked up his phone, and scrolled back up the text messages. The message that caught his eye was the one that read "it all happened so fast." He knew the feeling, because before he knew it, the video was playing on his phone again, volume still full. Primal sounds of sex flooded the empty locker room, and it reverberated off the lockers. He felt a wave of sexual pleasure as he instinctively stroked his cock with his empty right hand. His normal motion was always slow rising strokes, tightening his grip as he approached the head, and twisting ever so slightly when the head was in the middle of his palm. 

He instantly realized how wet things had become just in the span of one complete stroke. The entire palm of his hand was sticky and wet from his dripping cock. He looked down to see his rod glossy in his hand. Seeing this took away some of the negative feelings he was experiencing, at least for the moment. There was no mistaking his bodies messages. He was horny as hell, and wanted to get off. It wasn't that horniness that could be satisfied later. It was the deep natured urge to have a release right now. 

Before he could really contemplate what he was doing, he began to stroke himself. Slowly at first, taking time to twist his hand on the head of his dick to get the extra sensation. He let out a soft moan that was drowned out by the sound of the looping video. His rhythm was perfect from years of practice, but his mind had been taken over by his instincts autopilot. Before he knew it, he was rubbing his cock at the same pace as the biracial guy plowing deep into Mary, on the screen. 

It was feeling so good that he knew he'd have to slow down, or the fun would be over very soon. As wave after wave of pleasure shot from his dick through his body, his eyes rolled into the back of his head for a half second. He removed his hand, and took his slick clear-coated finger and began to run a ring around the middle of his purple head. His cocked bobbed with excitement, and the tinkles of gratification shot through his body as his finger continuously passed the underside of his erection. 

A few minutes had passed, and he felt in control enough to stimulate himself more. He focused his attention to Mary's sporty titties, as they bounced in step with the man she was horizontally dancing with. "God damn she looked so fucking hot, and I'd give anything to have my dick inside her again," thought Jefferson. There was no denying how amazingly sexy she looked all slick with sweat and with two cocks entering her body in different holes. 

Jefferson needed his other hand, because he wanted more. He sat the phone down on the bench, and swung his leg over to straddle the seat. Now, phone between his legs, and cock trying to point itself to the ceiling, he was ready. Mary had taught him something when they were younger, and he wasn't very sure of himself. She explained to him the most intense way that a man could masturbate, and he had listened intently. Mary wasn't a wild girl, but she knew her shit somehow. Then again, she had brothers. She had told him to grasp himself at the base with his left hand, since he was right handed. She had instructed him, while showing him on her thumb held in a thumbs up motion placed near her crotch, as if she had male parts of her own. 

"You take your right hand, open it wide, and rub the palm of your hand over the head, where the cum shoots out. It will feel so good that you won't be able to handle it!" Mary had said, eagerly. 

She had told him to go home and try it that day, and she said she'd be waiting on a note in school the next day, telling her all about how it was, and how right she was about it. He had done just that, but had exaggerated the greatness of it in order to make her feel accomplished. No wonder she thought he was such a good friend. Anytime he wanted to spice things up while alone, he would use her technique. Whenever they spoke about it, he referred to the method as "the Mary palm." 

With his hardness in his left hand, he moved his right slimy palm over the head. The wave that hit him nearly took his breath away, and he let out a gasp as the feeling took him by surprise. He pushed down a little harder and rubbed clockwise then counter-clockwise to accentuate the feeling. He looked down to see that his cock's head was a deep shade of purple, and the opening was as red as it had ever remember seeing it. He was so turned on that he couldn't stand it. 

While using "the Mary palm", he lost all awareness of his surroundings. He was now moaning to his movements, and his sounds of sexual excitement went along with the video as if he were singing with a song on the radio. He was gasping and moaning, and then closed his eyes as he his balls retract to his body. He knew that the moment of truth was coming. 

He abandoned his special system for the more traditional full fisted pump. He had his right hand tight about his shaft and pumped it as if he were in a contest. Not too fast, but on time with the sound of the video. His strokes were powerful, and gratifying. His hand went up until the head was in his hand, and came down to the base of his cock with a little smack. He leaned back, placing his left hand behind him, for a sturdy base. When he shot his load, he didn't want to fall backward from the force of the orgasm. 

He became aware of his surroundings as he looked around for something to clean up with. Jefferson never liked to just shoot without having a cleaning method close. He always shot six to seven thick ropes of cum and they always leap out of his dick in an erratic fashion. Sometimes it would spray high up and fall back on his hand, balls, and cock. Sometimes it would shoot straight back and land on his neck and chest. Other times, he had shot it at a forward angle and it landed up to six feet away from him. 

He looked down to his left, and saw nothing. His right hand still stroking in time to the sound, he turned to his right. Seeing nothing but his own clothes, he figured he'd have to use them, but it didn't matter. He closed his eyes and enjoyed. He knew he'd cum hard within the next minute or two, so it was time to lose himself in his session. He allowed himself to moan, and moved his hips a little. He thought he heard a creaking sound, and a voice, but it didn't register in his brain. Then the voice sounded off louder, and he snapped out of his sexual trance. 

"Damn, Jefferson... I'm impressed!" Said Gale, his overweight coworker. 

Jefferson was horrified, and was in such an awkward position, that he couldn't think fast enough to do anything. He quickly sat up, and turned to point his cock toward the lockers on his left, but knocked the phone off the bench as he did it, exposing the video to Gale. 

"I can't wait to hear this explanation. By the way, you got precum on the bench, and YOU are cleaning that up." She said with a chuckle. 

Thurs. May 2nd, 2015; In Jefferson's house: 

Jefferson's day had worn him out. After a ten-hour shift at the gym, he could think of only two things: Food and his reading chair. He walked into his side door and entered his kitchen, clicking on the light as he passed through the doorway. He walked straight into the laundry room to empty the sweaty contents of his gym bag, as his post-work routine dictated. He always washed his workout outfits and towels right as he got home, as to not be lazy and let sweaty laundry accumulate. 

After getting that situated, he grabbed a bag of microwave vegetable steamers from the freezer, and set them to cook. He had his meal prepared, already, adding greens was the only part of equation missing. Once this finished, he warmed some grilled chicken breast from the refrigerator as well. After preparing a plate and pouring himself a Crown & 7, he turned and headed for his living room where his TV tray and reading chair awaited him. 

He plopped down, pulled up his tray that now held his food, his drink, his copy of the Omerta by Mario Puzo, and the remote. He clicked on his huge wall mounted TV with the confidence that he wouldn't have to change the channel or adjust the volume. Living by one's self, brought certain privileges. ESPN's Sportscenter came on, as expected. The top ten plays rolled on, and the analysts droned on. He ate while he watched his sports, reflecting on the day's events. 

His mind was drifting into thoughts of all of the nice female asses he'd seen in yoga pants that day, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He had not too long ago lost his friend with benefits to her longing for a close relationship that he wasn't willing to commit to, while he was working on his doctorate. He was pretty sure that it wasn't her, or the girl that he had given his number to at the car wash. It could be Gale, but she typically didn't text him. She only made her snide remarks at work, after being caught staring at his package or butt. "Only way to find out, is to look," He thought. 

859-359-7269: "Hey, Jefferson, how's it going?" 

Not only did he not have the number saved, he didn't recognize it at all. The number had zero significance to him. Apparently it wasn't an accident, either, because the text had addressed him by name. He hadn't gotten a random text in a long time, and he was a little skeptical, but it would be easy to find out who it was. It was probably an old friend who had changed numbers. 

"I don't have this number saved in my phone, who is this?": Jefferson Knighting 

859-359-7269: "I'm a friend of a friend, but you don't really know me, so there isn't much a reason for you to know my name. I'm texting you to do you a favor, if you are feeling adventurous." 

"I'm not usually one to take random leaps into anything that I know nothing about, but you've got my attention.": Jefferson Knighting 

This wasn't the typical random message, and Jefferson had to admit that he was actually a tad bit interested. It was like a mystery game, and he was getting to be one of the players. He knew that he'd probably not go along with the stranger's game, because it could be a horrible practical joke played by one of his friends, or coworkers, but he was very interested as to see what this "friend of a friend" was offering. 

859-359-7269: "Something you want will be in Frankfort, KY on Friday night, late. The address is 202 James Ave. It's an apartment complex that is near the campus of K-State. You are invited, and if you say that you'll be there, I'll make arrangements for you. " 

"How the hell am I supposed to know what this something is? This could be a set up to harvest my organs or something, lol.": Jefferson Knighting 

859-359-7269: "It very well could be, or it could be one of the best nights of your life, with you gaining something back that you thought you lost... the only way to find out is to show up." 




A Story about Gwen



She watched him from the kitchen as she prepared a pitcher of martinis for all of them. He did not have traditional good looks but he was appealing, especially to her. He flirted with her constantly and although she knew it was all in good fun, she could not help but be turned on by him. He had this confidence about him that she found so incredibly sexy. He had light blue eyes and tousled blonde hair that looked as if he combed it with his fingers; but it was his smile that she found irresistible. He had this devilish grin that made her feel as though the man never had anything but fucking on his mind; and whenever he was around, fucking him was all that she could think about. She walked around in a constant state of arousal whenever he was near. 

He was in the living room, visiting her husband; watching the ballgame. They were good friends. He looked up as she sashayed into the living room and winked at her.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, Gwen?" He flirted. Gwen smiled back and put the drinks on the coffee table in front of the boys.

"Nah, I don't have to get you drunk, Brad...I hear you're a sure thing." She gently poked him in the ribs as she sat between the two of them. 

Her husband playfully pinched her bottom as she sat down. Gwen laughed and smacked him on the arm.

"What was that for?" She asked. He grinned and said he was just warming her up for later. She blushed and looked up at Brad. He grinned at her puckishly. They sipped their drinks and cheered for their team. Gwen enjoyed when Brad came over. Not only was he charming and sexy as hell, but he was funny too. She liked the way he made her feel when he flirted with her; like she was still a desirable woman. She had very naughty fantasies about him. She desperately wanted to fuck both him and her husband at the same time. She once told Luke that she would love a threesome with another guy and he had just laughed and told her that hell would have to freeze over. She took that to mean that there was still a slight possibility.

"Well now, Gwendolyn, you do realize that for every martini you consume, we are going to get better and better looking. You may soon find us irresistible." 

"Well Brad...that is one possibility." She flirted. He grinned at her and toasted his glass in the air and then downed the potent punch. She quickly took his glass and refilled it from the pitcher on the table. He raised his eyebrows to her and nodded. 

"Luke, ready for another?" She asked. Her husband nodded in approval and handed her his empty glass. She filled it to the top and placed it back in his grasp. He smiled and looked at her as if to say "what the hell are you up to"? Gwen shrugged her shoulders and looked away innocently. She wanted this to be the night. She had been fantasizing about this for so long and she knew that individually, both of these men were very uninhibited and very sexual. She just had to somehow make it seem like a great idea to all three of them. She figured she would wait for the martinis to give her the confidence she needed. 

A few minutes went by and she suddenly had an idea. The Blue Jays were winning by three runs in the bottom of the 7th inning; the boys were in a good mood. She decided to antagonize them a wee bit. 

"They are going to choke." She said casually. Brad groaned and Luke playfully hit her with a cushion. 

"No way," Brad said "They have it in the bag." She snickered and teased some more.

"They will...wait and see. The Yankees are going to rally and kick their asses." 

"Not a chance" Luke chimed in. She raised her eyebrows.

"Pretty sure of yourselves, aren't you? What do you say we put a little wager on it?"

"No way, my money is your money, Chicklet." Luke smiled.

"Hmmmm, well you're assuming I am wagering cash, my darling husband." She taunted.

"Oh? Well what are you wagering my wicked wife?" He purred. Brad was enjoying the exchange.

"Well, if the Jays lose, you will have to be my sex slave for the rest of the night. No questions asked." She teased. He laughed and took a sip of his drink.

"And if they win?" Luke asked.

"I'll do whatever you want." She looked at him seductively. Luke chuckled nervously. He couldn't be sure where she was going with this, but he was pretty sure she was looking for trouble to get into. She often enjoyed catching him off guard with some pretty kinky propositions and usually when she made her mind up about something, she followed through. Once, a few months ago, when they were at a wedding, she had returned from the washroom with her panties in her hand. She had slipped them into his pocket and told him that if he put them on, she would blow him in the washroom. He was no fool; and if the truth be told, he thought it was kinky as hell wearing those damp lace skivvies for the rest of the night, especially knowing that she was bare under her cocktail dress. And she kept her promise. She was hard to refuse; and honestly, he liked that she had a naughty side. She kept things hot.

He heard the crowd cheer as another run came in and he snuck a look at the television. He felt confident that she would lose this bet.

"Your on." He smirked, and put out his hand. She shook it and looked over at Brad.

"That goes for Brad too." She said seductively. Brad chuckled.

"Is that so?" He said with his signature devilish smirk. She felt herself go weak in the knees.

"Spoken like a man with very little confidence in his team." She taunted. He laughed again.

He looked over at Luke for reassurance. Luke grinned and shrugged, letting him know he was on his own.

"Ok, I'll take a piece of that action. If they win, you have to do anything I want too..."

"And when they lose," she said, cutting him off "you have to be my sex slave for the night too." She looked at her husband, trying to gauge his reaction. He just smiled and rolled his eyes in mock disbelief. She felt encouraged by that. Brad's eyes lit up and he grinned from ear to ear, making him look like a kid in a candy store. She felt herself grow moist between her legs. 

Bottom of the ninth and the Jays were losing by one run. They had a runner on each base with two outs. She had a lot riding on the next batter and she sat on the edge of her seat, breathless. Just as she predicted, the Yankees did rally and they were not about to give up their lead. Earlier, the boys had quipped back and forth about what kind of asinine things they would make Gwen do when she lost the bet, most of which had nothing to do with sex; but now they sat in silence, both of them anxious and uncertain about what losing would mean. The room was full of sexual tension. Gwen refilled their martini glasses and smiled. They both drank nervously. First pitch; strike one. Gwen smiled. Second pitch: batter fouls out into right bleachers; strike two. Third pitch; ball. Deep breath. Fourth pitch; ball. Gwen looked casually at the men. They were both watching the game intently. She wondered what they were thinking about. She wondered if they were as horny as she was. Pitch number 5; batter swings and misses! Strike three to end the ballgame. 

"Let the games begin." Gwen whispered. They looked at her curiously. She stood up and picked up her empty martini glass. 

"I am going to freshen up and slip into something less comfortable. When I come back I will expect this glass to be full, ok?" She said as she blew Luke a kiss. He looked at her quizzically.

"We need to talk, Gwen." He said tentatively. She slowly shook her head. 

"Oh no Luke, I don't think so. I believe I won the bet fair and square. Isn't that right Brad?" Gwen challenged. Brad bit his lip and shrugged before smiling at her.

"Well it appears that way to me Gwen."

"Excellent, Brad. Now be a good lad and make more martinis. And why don't you boys prepare yourselves a snack. You might need it to keep your strength up." She said as she walked out of the room.

When she left, the guys made their way into the kitchen. They prepared and ate a snack and mixed martinis in silence. Finally Brad spoke up.

"Luke, what's the deal, Man? Is she for real?" 

"Yup." Luke said with a grin. "I think she is."

"Uh-huh. So what do we do about it?" Brad asked.

"I am not sure yet, Bud. All I know is that my pretty lady has definitely made up her mind about something and I think she means to take us along for the ride." Luke replied.

"So what do we do?" Brad repeated, trying to get a handle on Luke's feelings.

"Wait and see what she comes up with I guess; and then play it by ear." Luke offered. Brad nodded. 

"Ok, sounds good to me." He paused for a moment. "Just for the record Man, I am pretty much game for anything." Luke looked at him and chuckled.

"Yeah, I figured as much."

Gwen stood in front of her full length mirror in the bedroom and assessed her outfit. She was actually stalling a little, trying to find her confidence. She had put on a sexy, black, lace up corset that she had purchased a few weeks ago. Luke had not seen it yet. The corset just covered her breasts and it was just tight enough around her waist that it pushed up her boobs and made them look absolutely tasty. She knew that Luke would go weak in the knees and she hoped Brad would too. Along with the corset she wore a tight black skirt that laced up the sides and rose just above her knees; and underneath, a sexy pink lace garter that clipped on her silky black sheer nylons. She decided to forgo the panties. Finally she slipped on a pair of black high heeled boots; the ones Luke called her "fuck me boots". 

"This is it Gwen." She whispered to herself. "Go get them." She applied blood red lipstick to her lovely, full lips; twisted her long, auburn hair into a clip; then turned and walked out of the room.

The boys were waiting for her in the living room and as she walked in both of them stopped talking and stared at her. She enjoyed the effect that she had on them and deliberately took her time entering the room. Luke knew at that moment there was no turning back. 

"So here is the thing" She began. "You both are my sex slaves for the night which means your focus is strictly on my pleasure. Is that clear?" She spoke with mock authority.

The men regarded one another, assessing the situation. She knew she had to be the one to take charge.

"I only ask one thing; that if we all agree to this, we commit to it 100%. We go into it with no inhibitions; no doubts; no reservations. We just say "fuck it" and go for it." She purred. They were both stunned, and incredibly turned on by her forwardness. The guys looked at her, then at each other, and nodded. 

She walked over to Luke and kissed him hard, her hands on either side of his face. She liked that the heels on her boots made her as tall as him. It made her feel self-assured.

"Fuck, you look hot" he growled. She inhaled deeply, her arousal mounting. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, his passion evident in the eagerness of his kiss. Brad, feeling a little uncertain, stood nearby and watched. Gwen, pulling away from Luke's kiss, reached out for Brad. He moved closer to her and she grasped his arm and pulled him into her embrace. She quickly found his lips and kissed him, tentatively at first, but when he pressed into her and returned her kiss with fervor, she matched his passion. 

Luke, uncertain at first of how he would react, found himself growing hard at the sight of his wife being touched by another man. As Brad's hands ran up and down his wife's body, over her breasts and down to her ass, he felt himself getting more and more turned on. He moved in closer to the two of them and began kissing his wife's neck, ears and throat. She moaned with pleasure, inviting more play. Luke, more in tune with her sounds, instinctively knew what she needed. He confidently slipped her corset down, exposing her breasts. Brad ran his tongue down her neck, to her breasts and began to nibble, lick and suck on her lovely, full nipples. She sighed softly, concentrating on her pleasure. 

"Let's go to the bedroom." Luke offered. She nodded and took his hand and Brad's and slowly led them to the bedroom.

Once inside, she kissed each of them again, her hands traveling slow and deliberate over their bodies, massaging their erections through their jeans. They responded by taking turns kissing her lips and neck, and touching her breasts. Her body was tingling with stimulation. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to focus on all the sensations. She was so aroused she almost felt faint; or it could have been the corset; in any case she knew she needed to lie down. 

"Come with me" she purred. They happily obliged. Once she sat down, Luke knelt in front of her and whispered in her ear. 

"What do you say we take off some of these unnecessary garments?" She nodded and he began to unhook her corset, kissing her exposed flesh. Brad sat beside her on the bed and unclasped the hair clip, allowing her tresses to fall loose over her shoulders. Her corset finally undone, Luke tossed it aside and laid her back on the bed. Still between her legs, Luke raised her skirt; gently spread her legs apart exposing her garter and her lovely, newly shaved puss. 

"Oh my God" he groaned as he buried his face between her legs. He was completely turned on and his hunger showed in the way he greedily lapped at her pussy. Brad unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, exposing his nicely toned chest. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her fervently. She moaned into his mouth as her husband began sucking gently on her clit; this sent a sting of heat through his belly. His erection throbbed in his pants; he was anxious to fuck her. Luke sucked and nibbled on her peach, and because he knew her so well, he easily brought her to orgasm. Unable to control her passion she let out a primal moan, grinding herself into his face as she peaked; her warm spices spilling into his mouth. He pulled himself away and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh fuck, that was hot." Brad whispered into her ear. His hand went down to her cunt and he rubbed his open palm up and down, spreading her wetness around. His fingers probed her hole and he plunged two of them inside her. Luke, turned on by watching her, rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Oh God, yes" She cried out. Encouraged by her response, Brad kissed her hard and began screwing her with his long fingers. She rocked against his hand, his kiss only intensifying her passion. With his thumb he began to massage her clit. 

"I want you to cum for me, Gwen. I want to hear you fucking scream." He growled. She loved the way he talked dirty to her and her body responded instantly. He made her so fucking hot.

"Oh yes." She whimpered. He sped up just a little, matching her motions.

"That's it. I want you to be nasty for me Gwen. Fuck my fingers. I want you to come for me." He encouraged. She let him work her cunt, and rewarded his efforts with an insanely intense orgasm, waves of pleasure rocking through her body. 

"That's a good girl." He purred. She sighed deeply and smiled at him. She couldn't believe she had come twice in only just a few minutes; and she found that she only desired more. He pulled his fingers out of her, slow and deliberate, and brought them to his mouth, licking her cream off them, tasting her sweetness. She took great pleasure in witnessing him do this. Luke lay beside her and she felt his warm skin next to her. She noticed that he had already undressed; his erection pushing against her thigh.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you? You are a dirty little girl" He grinned. She looked at him dreamily.

"Oh my God, yes." She replied. "More please." They both laughed. She liked having a fella on each side of her. 

"I think you are way over dressed Brad." She whispered in his ear. He was gently stoking a breast, softly pinching the nipple. She looked at Luke. He was smiling at her, running his fingers through her tousled hair.

"Perhaps you could finish undressing me?" She asked her husband. He readily obliged and while he slipped off her boots, pulled off her skirt and unclipped her garter, she watched Brad remove the rest of his own clothing. She was impressed with his beautiful body. Luke slipped her nylons off her long legs and tossed them with the rest of her things. 

She laid on the bed, naked, her sexy, ample curves exposed; her long hair fanning her pretty face.

"I want to taste you Brad." She stated, as a matter of fact. He grinned and shifted his body so he was sitting up, leaning against the head board.

She rolled up on to her knees, and took him into her mouth, expertly working his cock. With her ass in the air, her lovely bare pussy was exposed to her husband. He knelt behind her and slipped his hard cock into her. She growled her consent. The sensation of her moans traveled through Brad's cock sending a wave of pleasure through his loins. He placed his hands on either side of her head, guiding her mouth up and down on his shaft, allowing the warm wetness of her mouth to stimulate him. Luke found his own passion staggering. He could not believe how turned on he was watching his friend fuck his wife's mouth. He drove his cock into her, a little harder than he intended, but was encouraged when she opened up even more for him.

"Oh my God Luke...yes..." She groaned. He slid his hot cock in and out of her wetness, trying to prevent the intense arousal from overtaking him. She wasn't helping by pushing her bottom into him each time he pulled back. 

She loved the taste of Brad, his beads of pre-cum coating her tongue. She tried not to bite down each time her husband slammed his cock into her. She felt this powerful desire to cum again as her husband brought his fingers to her clit. 

"Oh fuck, Oh God." She cried out as her orgasm surged through her body. She had pulled her mouth off Brad for fear of hurting him and used her hand to fuck his cock. He felt his own desire swell as he watched her give way to another orgasm. Nothing was sweeter than watching a woman cum. He let her bring him to orgasm, the intensity surging through his gut. She expertly rubbed him off, knowing exactly how much pressure he needed. She brought her mouth down to his cock just as he ejaculated and she greedily swallowed his spunk. This hot little act thrilled him and prolonged his pleasure for a few seconds longer. He moaned his approval. Luke could not hold back any longer. He fucked her as hard as he dared. He squeezed her ass cheeks, bruising her delicate flesh, an act he knew she enjoyed. She liked it rough. She screamed his name and that was enough. He pulled his throbbing cock out of her and pumped his hot jizz onto her ass. 

More to cum...stay tuned.