0 comments/ 9094 views/ 2 favorites Ahhh! By: cooter Alyce ran out the door of the house to her car knowing she had little time to get to the airport. Ryan was finally coming to visit her and she could barely contain her excitement. She drove quickly and pulled into a spot with five minutes until the plan would land. Streaking through the airport, hair flying and carrying her shoes, she got to the gate as the passengers deplaned slowly. There he was. Time seemed to slow as he walked toward her with this sexy grin on his face and a naughty twinkle in his eye. Alyce ran towards him, and jumped wrapping her legs around his body in the hug they had waited so long for. As they kissed the world seemed to spin around them as if they were the only ones in the airport, the only ones who mattered at that moment. Ryan pulled his lips from Alyce's and stared into her eyes. They had an electric connection between them. He finally set her bare feet on the floor and took her hand as the walked toward the escalator. When they got to the baggage claim, Alyce pushed Ryan up against a railing and passionately kissed him as if he had just come back after years of separation. Ryan and Alyce checked into their hotel for the weekend around midnight, but sleep was nowhere in sight. Excited just to see each other, and turned on by the privacy and sensuality of a hotel room, they dropped Ryan's bags by the door, locked it, and Ryan pulled her down to the bed. She kissed him slowly, as he ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her face. Eagerly, she felt his pants, feeling the gorging bulge between his legs, and he moaned at her soft touch. Teasingly, she rolled over on her side and he spooned her, whispered "I want you bad," into her ear and sucked violently on her earlobe and neck. She wriggled in ecstasy as he knew she would and it turned both of them on even more. Ryan knew she had to be dripping wet by now. He undid her pants, unbuttoned her shirt and snapped off her bra and panties and she stripped him down as well. Alyce grabbed his cock in excitement and ran her fingernails up and down the shaft. Ryan slowly ran his fingers around her, teasing her, and making her moan in pleasure and desire for him to touch that sweet hot little spot. They were both standing on their knees looking to each others eyes and sharing a moment of pleasure together when Ryan trust his hand exactly where she wanted it. She yelped in ecstasy, "Oh! Ryan!" and grabbed what was now the hardest cock she had ever touched and rubbed her hands all around it while he massaged her wet clit and lips with his middle finger. She then pushed him down on the bed, knelt in front of him and shot him the sexiest alluring look as she bent over to lick him. Alyce kissed the inside of his thighs, all around, but avoided doing what he wanted most until she noticed him grabbing the pillows behind him to keep from exploding. She took the whole thing in her mouth at once, devouring his entire cock and sucking up and down, using her hand and her mouth to give him the most pleasure he could imagine. Ryan moaned, and told her to stop before he had an explosive orgasm in her mouth. Then Ryan kissed her and leaned her down towards the pillows. Alyce knew what was coming and she couldn't wait. Ryan took his time, kissing her neck, her arms, her breasts, sucked gently on her nipples, and kissed her stomach. Then he ran his tongue on the inside of her thighs and outsides of her lips. He loved it when she shaved because he could lick her all over. He looked up at her with his sparkling sexy eyes as he thrust his tongue up the center of her warm and wet lips she moaned loudly, begging for more. With the flat part or his tongue and his powerful mouth, he licked her clit and kissed her wildly as she moaned for even more. Ryan looked and watched her juices drip from her body and he knew she was hotter than ever for him. It turned him on so much. Alyce quickly spread her legs open and he used his fingers to rub that sweet, wet spot. Finally, Alyce couldn't handle it anymore. "Give it to me NOW!" she cried as Ryan climbed on top of her. "Now?" he said.... "Is this what you want?" He teased while holding his hard cock in his hand for her to see. She screamed for him to put it inside. As he entered her body they both moaned in pleasure. Alyce had her legs spread as wide as she could and Ryan thrust inside her, juices flowing with each time he rammed inside her. He couldn't take it anymore, and told her he was about to cum. Alyce cried out, "I'm cumming! ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ryan! I'm cumming!!!" screaming with passion and pleasure; Ryan and Alyce felt each other's throbs and pulsating parts as they came together. He pulled out of her body as they held onto each other and waited until both had calmed down. After a short moment's rest, Ryan stared into Alyce's eyes with that look of naughty thoughts and dirty fantasies. He couldn't wait to fuck her again, and she couldn't wait to have him inside her. Ahhh, Herr Professor! 01 "Tolle Titten...ich kann mir vorstellen, dass sie auch gut bläst!" Ich sass in der Mensa bei Spaghetti bolognese und hinter mir konnte ich einige Wortfetzen auffangen. Manche Männer plappern beim Essen sorglos dahin und achten nicht darauf, dass Tischnachbarn doch mithören könnten. Ich drehte mich kurz nach dem Tittenflüsterer um...es war vielleicht nur eine knappe Sekunde und blickte in die Gesichter von zwei Studenten, die in diesem kurzen Augenblick , nachdem sie mich mit weitaufgerissenen Augen angeglotzt hatten, sofort rot anliefen.Ertappt! Na bravo, dachte ich, die haben doch wirklich über mich gesprochen und merkte, wie mich die ordinäre Bemerkung angetörnt hatte. Ich bin kein Kind von Traurigkeit, zeige gern meine gute Figur, besitze aber doch noch einen gewissen Anstand! Daher stand ich nur in meiner Phantasie auf und ging zu den beiden, um zu fragen: "Soll ich euch vielleicht gleich hier einen blasen?" Ich sollte damals noch nicht wissen, dass derartige Gepflogenheiten an dieser Akademie bald nicht mehr so absonderlich erscheinen würden. Und schuld an diesem Sittenverfall hatte eindeutig ein einziger Professor. Aber eins nach dem andern. Hastig verschlang ich meine Spaghetti und eilte, ohne noch einen Blick auf den Tisch hinter mir zu werfen, zum Hörsaal 3. Dort sollte ein denkwürdiges Seminar über "Aktionismus" beginnen. Es war ein neuer Professor, Jan Spranz, ein grossgewachsener, leicht graumelierter Mann mit kräftiger Nase und eindrucksvollen Händen. Ich konnte meinen Blick nicht davon wenden - harmonisch, nicht zu feingliedrig und nicht zu grob, wundervolle Finger -als wären sie von Michelangelo geformt. Professor Spranz liebte es mit diesen Händen zu gestikulieren während er sprach: "Wir haben das wichtigste Feld der Kunst den Peepshows und Pornofilmern überlassen! Die körperliche Lust ist doch das wesentlichste und was gibt es ästhetischeres, als die roten Wangen einer Frau während des Orgasmus, weisses Ejakulat auf schwarzen Locken und die erweiterten Pupillen der Begierde...das Grunzen und Stöhnen, das Schreien und die Stille. Das alles soll nicht mehr der Kunst gehören?" Im Hörsaal war es mucksmäuschenstill. Man meinte nahezu, das erregte Reiben einiger Hosenbeine und Nylonstrümpfe zu hören. Spranz fuhr fort:" Hier muss sich der Aktionismus einschalten. Es haben einige Künstler von Andy Warhol bis Peter Greenaway mit harmlos verschämten, ja ich möchte fast sagen - feigen Mitteln so getan, als würde die Kunst die Sexualität darstellen. Malen mit Sperma, nackte Menschen in Vitrinen, sogar vor Zusehern masturbierende Frauen und Männer, aber einzeln, allein, ohen Gegenpart! Als Tiefpunkt dann das "künstlerische" Urinieren während der Biennale und das Verkaufen von eingeschweisstem Kot....was ist denn das für eine Welt? Scheinbar haben sie geglaubt, besonders keck zu sein, aber die wahre sexuelle Gier und die Geilheit, das mutige Übertreten des Verbotenen...wo sist das alles denn geblieben? " Er machte eine Kunstpause, von meiner Nachbarin vernahm ich ein hechelndes Atmen. Einige Studenten lachten - wohl aus Verlegenheit. "Also widmen wir uns dem Projekt "10 LÖCHER". Eine nackte Frau wird in einen grossen Plexiglaskasten gelegt. Durch 10 Löcher an den Seitenwänden, die ihre 10 Körperöffnungen symbolisieren, werden zehn Penisse eingeführt, eregiert und zur Ejakulation gebracht. Das Ejakulat wird auf den nackten Körper der Frau verspritzt. Wir haben also nur die reine Nacktheit und die Transparenz des Glases.Ein philosphisches Theaterstück. Mit diesem aktionistischen Projekt steigern wir die Stufe des normalen und allseits akzeptierten Sexualakts zwischen zwei Personen, der zum Beispiel bereits von Egon Schiele, den alten Indern oder den japanischen Holzschnittmeistern dargestellt wurde. Mit meinem Projekt erreichen wir aber eine, die herkömmliche Erotik steigernde Wirkung, indem wir eine sogenannte "Abart" in zweierlei Hinsicht hinzufügen: 1.Gruppensex anstatt Zweisamkeit 2.Körperbesamung anstatt Koitus." Unsere Seminarkalsse bestand aus ca. 30 Studenten. Wir mussten zwei Gruppen bilden, die erste Gruppe hatte den grossen Plexiglaskubus zu konstruieren, also das Material einzukaufen, zuzuschneiden und zusammenzuschrauben. Die zweite Gruppe bestand nur aus Männern, die sich bereit erklärten, ihren Penis durch eine der Öffnungen zu stecken. Der Andrang war enorm, es gab Doppelbesetzungen. Letztlich musste man nun auch eine Studentin finden, um die Zielscheibe des Ejakulats darzustellen. Nach langem Zögern meldete sich meine Nachbarin Anita. Sie war nicht die allerschönste, aber ein nackter junger Frauenkörper sollte wohl jeden jungen Mann zum Abspritzen bringen. In meiner Phantasie hätte ich natürlich selber gerne diese Rolle übernommen, der allerletzte Mut fehlte mir allerdings. Die nächsten Tage hatte ich nur dieses Bild von 10 spritzenden Schwänzen vor dem geistigen Auge - schon zu Mittag war mein Slip immer so nass, dass nach Hause fahren musste, um einen frischen anzuziehen. Am Freitag war es endlich soweit. Der fertige Glaskasten stand in unserem Seminarraum, er war einen Meter breit, zwei Meter lang und zwei Meter hoch. Rundum waren 10 etwa handtellergrosse kreisrunde Öffnungen eingebohrt, je vier an den Breitseiten, je eine an Kopf sowie Fussseite. Hinter einem Paravent machten sich eben die Burschen bereit, zogen sich aus und wixten offenbar kräftig vor: stolz kamen sie mit ihren langen Bajonetten hervorspaziert, um Anita, die bereits im Kasten lag,zu umkreisen. Anita trug allerdings noch schamhaft ihren Bikini . "Bitte das Kleidungsstück ablegen", mahnte Herr Professor Spranz und zögernd legte Anita ihren Bikini ab, um ihn durch die kleine Türe hinauszureichen. Spranz nahm den Bikini und stopfte ihn in seine linke Hosentasche. "Na los, meine Herren! Ich hoffe, Sie haben Ihre Nudeln gewaschen. Nun keine Müdigkeit vorschützen!" befahl er und die stolzen Ritter traten an die Glaswand. Aber was mussten wir sehen! Da und dort schienen die Lanzen wie abgebrochen und trotz intensiver Handarbeit gelang es der Artusrunde nicht, ein komplett strammes Bild darzustellen. Der Grund war allerdings offensichtlich: Anita war nicht unbedingt das, was man unter einer idealen Wiichsvorlage versteht. Ihre Brüste hingen links und rechts müde zur Seite und ihre Muschi erinnerte an den Teutoburger Wald. Was tun? Professor Spranz hatte eine Idee. "Zur Generalprobe genügt es , wenn wir das Anspritzen lediglich durch etwas Ähnliches imitieren. Rita - gehen Sie doch bitte rüber zu Assistent Gockel in den Saal 1 und fragen Sie um 10 Tuben Zinkweiss." Enttäuscht, heute nur steife, jedoch nicht spritzende Schwänze betrachtet zu haben lief ich, um die Farbtuben zu holen. Als ich zurückkam, las Professor Spranz den jungen Rittern eben die Leviten: "Also morgen bei der Gala muss aber alles wundervoll funktionieren. Kauft euch meinetwegen ein Pornomagazin und reibt hinter dem Paravent bis knapp d a v o r. Timing ist wichtig! Alle müssen dann gemeinsam ejakulieren, sonst ist der Effekt zum Teufel!" Gemeinsam griff man nun zu den Tuben - ich hatte leider nur zwei Tuben Zinkweiss erhalten, die andren waren Preussischblau, Kadmiumorange und Chromgelb. Als nun die Farben auf Anita und die Innenscheiben spritzten, schüttelte Professor Spranz den Kopf. "Katastrophe!" Am nächsten Tag war Vorführung. Der Plexiglaskasten war in der Aula aufgestellt.Neugierig sassen bereits die Honoratioren in der ersten Reihe,die Bürgermeisterin, der Landwirtschaftsminister (er war in seiner Funktion als Aufsichtsrat einer Melkmaschinenfirma gekommen) dahinter ca. zweihundert Studenten, Professoren und sonstige Kunstinteressierte. Was würde man beim interessant klingenden Projekt "10 LÖCHER" denn zu sehen bekommen? Die 10 Ritter werkten schon eifrig hinter dem Paravent, doch die Hauptprotagonistin war noch nicht gekommen. "Um Himmels Willen! Wo ist Anita, Anita...das Mädel hat doch tatsächlich Schiss bekommen. Alles bricht zusammen!" Noch nie hatte ich Professor Spranz so verzweifelt gesehen, ja er weinte fast. Ich trat zu ihm hin und...der Teufel hatte mich geritte, als ich sagte: "Herr Professor! Ich opfere mich!" Spranz sah mir tief in die Augen und sagte: Würden Sie das wirklich tun Rita? Danke, Sie sind die Retterin meines Projekts!" Mit diesen Worten strich er mir mit seiner schönen weichen Hand über den Rücken und im selben Augenblick war es mir, als hätte jemand einen Tequilla in meinen Slip gekippt. Jetzt wars egal. Ich musste mich ohnehin entkleiden. Ich trat zu den Burschen hinter den Paravent und sah, wie sie mit schmutzigen Magazinen in den Händen verzweifelt rieben, sodass manche Glieder schon recht rot waren - schliesslich wartete man schon länger auf Anita. "Hallo, Burschen. Ich bins, Rita, die Vertretung!" Mit diesen worten streifte ich husch, husch alles,was ich anhatte, ab. Als ich um mich blockte sah ich alle Lanzen auf 10 Minuten vor zwölf. Gut so! Wir traten hinaus und zur Feuermusik von Händel (die Prof. Spranz von einer CD zuspielte) marschierten wir gleich Paradesoldaten zum Plexiglaskasten. Anfangs hatte noch alle geklatscht - man hatte vor Schock unsere Nacktheit noch nicht so richtig wahrgenommen - als ich aber durch das Türchen in den Glaskasten huschte, applaudierte nur noch der Landwirtschaftsminister. Egal. Ich legte mich auf den Rücken... Huch...Da und dort sah ich schon wieder einen Ritterzeiger auf fünf vor dreiviertel sinken. Offensichtlich der Druck der Zuschauer. Da musste etwas getan werden. Ich fasste an meine Oberschenkel und hob sie auf die Knie, sodass nicht nur meine Muschi wie ein Himmelstor klaffte, sondern auch mein allerliebstes Arschlöchlein sichtbar wurde. Hach! Wie schnell ging es nun wieder aufwärts! Brav steckten die Burschen ihre steifen Zeiger herein, 10 Nudelaugen beäugten mich neugierig und fingen bereits dicke Tränchen zu weinen an. Die Wichsgeräusche waren auch nicht ohne. Die grosse Aula bildete ein wunderbares Echo und so bildete sich ein Laut, als ob eine ganze Armee masturbierte. Durch das Glas beobachtete ich deutlich, wie sich die Säcke begannen, zusammenzuziehen, um den gewaltigen Abschuss vorzubereiten. Ich spürte, wie mein Saft meine Schenkel herablief und hatte Angst, es würde gleich aus mir heraus wie ein Springbrunnen sprühen. Die jungen Herren begannen zu grunzen und versuchten sich mit der freien Hand an der glatten Glaswand abzustützen. Ihre Eicheln waren nun prall und rot wie reife Tomaten, die Schaftadern blinkten azurblau. Die verschiedensten Techniken waren zu sehen: der eine wichste mit der ganzen Hand, der andre mit zwei Fingern, einer rieb überhaupt nur an seinem Vorhautbändchen, ein weiterer massierte die Eichel kräftig mit seiner hohlen Hand. Auch das Tempo war verschieden. Schon bemerkte ich diesen typischen Schwanzgeruch vom Abspritzen, oder kam das von meiner Muschi? Auch meinen mit dem Parfum vermengten Schweiss roch ich nun, an meinen Brustwarzen, deren Stengel schon so fest wie Gummibärchen waren, schienen die kleinen, punktförmigen Hügelchen noch zu wachsen. Und dann plötzlich kam es: fast gleichzeitig auf ein Kommando eines der Ritter (hatten die das tatsächlich eingeübt?) spritzte, schoss und sprühte es aus 10 Kanonen auf mich ein. Ein Spermafeuerwerk der Sonderklasse, denn viele der ballistischen Kurven kreuzten sich, andere flogen parallel wie Zwillingsgeschosse und letztlich ejakulierte einer über Ziel hinaus und traf statt meinen Bauch die gegenüberliegende Glaswand. Fast zischend schienen die Spermaladungen auf meine heisse Haut zu klatschen .Dann spürte ich auch etwas an meiner ohnehin pitschnassen Muschi. Von dort schien es direkt zu meinem Poloch zu fliessen. Wie das kitzelte! Jetzt aber schoss es auch brennend in meine Augen und in meinen geöffneten Mund. Ich blickte nach oben, um die in die Extase in den Mienen der jungen Spritzer zu beobachten. Doch seltsamerweise war plötzlich alles verschwommen und ich meinte tatsächlich immer wieder in jedem nur das Gesicht von Professor Spranz zu erkennen. War ich vor Geilheit verrückt geworden? Löste ich mich bereits in dieser unendlich strömenden Milch auf? Trinkend betrat ich also das weisse Spermaparadies und dachte :" Ahhh, danke Herr Professor Spranz!" Ahhh Rosie.... My name is Rosie; I work in a diner. I’ve been in this town all my life, I’m 29; basically still a virgin, not quite but nearly. I haven’t dated in, ohh it has to be at least 6 years. Not that I haven’t had the opportunity. I’m no glamour but I’ve looks enough. It was just after I met him and fell madly in love with him, that dating other men became unnatural for me… He comes in here everyday and over the years we’ve talked a fair bit, he still doesn’t know that I’m in love with him and I can’t tell him, we’re best friends you know.... Pfff, I want more and I can’t tell him yet. I’m actually a pretty shy person in all truth, he‘s the only one I feel remotely comfortable talking to, but some things still have to remain silent between us. He’s had so much on his mind for the last year, he had a really bad marriage, he wasn‘t ever happily married, I knew this and so did he…. The woman he married ran off and left him about a year ago and he’s been down, unhappy and unable to trust for a long while now, so I haven’t wanted to push anything, but now I think I must, just this one time. I’m not getting any younger and the biological clock is ticking, way to fast. I’m afraid that if I wait much longer it’ll never happen, with this man I love. Today there just seems to be an urgency within me, like I know if it doesn’t happen soon, I will have missed my chance. Its five o’clock and I have one hour to go before I can get home and change for the surprise party the town is having for him. Yeah its his 40th birthday today and even though he told me it was nothing special, and that he didn’t want to celebrate, the single women in the town decided that he had to have one, and believe me there is a few of us singles out here… I watch him walk across the street from the window, by the table I’m cleaning, as I watch his graceful stride, you can see the strength that emanates from his body, and my mind drifts over fantasies that I want to become a reality. I shake my head and watch as the sun glistens off of his hair.. The night shadows readying to close in around him.. Dr Ashley Cato does this every night at this time, he’s the Doctor here and unless there’s an emergency, he closes shop at the same time… I know his routine it’s the same thing everyday, much the same as mine. It’s a simple life we live here and I enjoy the quiet time in the evening just before the sun goes down. If I sit on my veranda at just the right time I can hear the old Mexican woman, Mrs. Retarno, down the road, she sings her grandchildren to sleep in the old tongue, at the same time every night, its such a beautiful sound. You can hear the dogs that whine for their dinner, in the distance, it always brings a sigh to my lips. As the sun dips into the horizon the bird’s last mournful chirp is heard for the night… I love this town; it’s small, its quiet and its home to me. Yeah sure we have our problems here, just like any other place. The local teenagers who race their cars late on a Saturday night. Bill the old Sheriff, who never seems to chase them, just makes sure they all arrive home safe each night. There’s no crime really to speak of - too many people know each other and someone is always watching. It’s a life you get used to and accept, if you don’t, why you just move on. In three more steps he’ll be at his car, I move to the doorway as I do every night and wait for the wave that he’ll give me just after he opens the door…. Aahhh there it is, the wicked smile, the wave. I wave back wistfully, as I do every night and then he’s gone turning the ignition and driving away… it’s the simple pleasures in life that I enjoy in this town, but it’s the love of that man that I crave, that keeps me here…. I’m wearing a simple outfit tonight, black pants and a white silk halter top that my younger sister sent me, she moved away at 18 and life seems to treat her well in the city. A black cardigan that hasn’t been worn for years, is going to be worn over the top of it all, It comes down to my knees. I picked it up from the dry cleaners at lunch and the poor old thing actually looks brand new. Normally if I wanted to chase a man I’d wear something a bit classier, but I don’t think I want to remind him of the ex-wife, besides its just not me. The halter-top is a bit more than what I would normally wear, but I figured if he wants me he‘ll take me any way he can have me. Tanya the ex-wife was all class, we all knew, the ones who’d lived here forever, that she wouldn’t stay, and we were right, she had city girl stamped all over her, she ran off with a sales rep who passed through town, she’s happy with him and very pregnant. Poor Ashley I don’t know that he’ll ever survive it, I hope for our sakes that he can. Ahh but anyway my musing have caused me to be late I must leave for home now. Its twenty years later from when I wrote that in my diary and I never did get to write what happened that night…. But I still remember it like it was yesterday, it was a night that changed my life forever, in many ways. I learned appreciation and to be so careful for what you wish for because you might just get it, even if it’s unexpected…. I remember getting to the party on time, just before Ashley arrived. I saw all the women there all dressed up and out to get him, yeah it sent my jealous eyes to squinting but I just reminded myself that they looked more sophisticated then any of them actually were. The men dressed fairly casually as they always did in this town, unless there was a wedding or a funeral to attend, even Christening’s weren’t that special to the men…. The lights were turned down low and Old Bill had called to tell Ashley he wasn’t feeling well, as we all knew he would, Ashley came over straight away. We surprised him, and he forced a smile to his lips, I knew right away he wasn’t happy about the party. He looked like all he wanted to do was leave. He was searching around the room for someone and smiling false greetings to people he really didn’t want to see. Then his eyes found me. His gaze locked with mine and rested on me, for the first time that night, the devilish twinkle he was keeping hidden, burst forth and made me feel so special, tears welled in my eyes briefly as my hope was renewed. I remember seeing him striding across the room towards me, that he had a quizzical look on his face, my smile was wide and my eyes glistening. “Are you okay” he asks me as he wiped a tear from my eye when he finally reached my side. “Yes I’m fine” I replied looking deeply into his grey eyes. “You’re crying, are you sad?” “No I’m not sad, their tears of happiness.” He smiles with a furrowed brow and asks “Why are you so happy” “I think because you seemed happier as you walked over here, and it made me happy.” All the love I felt for him shined in my eyes as he looked back at me, I decided then and there that there was no holding back for me. I had to show him how much I cared about him. He frowned a little at first, a sure sign that he was thinking, and then he ducked his head and leaned in towards my ear and whispered, ‘you and I have to talk later, will you follow me home?” At first I was afraid he was going to tell me that it was never going to happen between us, and my heart sank as my head went down with a small nod. He raised my chin on his finger, I still couldn’t look into his eyes, he whispered, “Look at me please my Rosie” I looked up and he said “its okay, I’ve known for a while and we need to talk” Oh great I thought, but then he smiled and said all would be fine if I went back with him and heard him out. I agreed despite my embarrassment. He leaned in and with soft warm lips he gently touched his to mine. I felt my tears begin to swell again and hoped and prayed that my waiting was finally going to be over. We didn’t talk anymore for the rest of the night. He had to mingle and thank people for coming; he opened presents and ate cake. Some of the younger kids got drunk around us, but we didn’t talk. He’d come and stand near me or watch me from across the room, silently willing me to look at him. I always did and I think to myself even now that I must have looked like a shy little girl to him way back then… I remember driving to his place in a cold sweat and feeling nervous about what was to come. I didn’t know if he wanted me, or if he wanted to say it could never be anything more than friendship, or one night of passion for us both.. I was willing to give him what he wanted or needed regardless of if it could last or not. One night was better then none. I remember thinking that I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me, before I closed my eyes briefly and prayed to God to allow us one night, just one night together. When I got to his place, the lights were turned on and as I drove up his long drive I thought god I wish he didn’t live so far out of town. He lived only three miles from the centre of town, but out in the country, it may well of been a thousand. The roads were dark and my nervous already taught. He was sitting on his veranda when I pulled up and he un-stretched his 6 foot 3 inch frame and walked over to my car. My hands shook as he helped me out and he rubbed them, as he looked into my eyes, he surprised me with a kiss of such passion that I melted against him. He pulled back and looked into my eyes and asked if I wanted this to go further “Yes.” I whispered “with all my heart.” He picked me up and carried me straight to his bedroom where he began to make love to me slowly and with all the passion that I had ever felt for him over the years. He stripped off my clothes piece by piece, he asked if I was nervous, I was. I was shaking all over, between kisses he asked me how long it had been since I had made love to anyone, and I answered by saying, “since the day you moved to town.” He groaned and pushed my breasts up with his ever so soft hands and leaned down to kiss and nibble on my nipples, he rolled them around on his tongue and drew them deeply into his mouth. My head was dizzy and my legs shaking when he lifted me easily off the floor and placed me in his bed. I remember the smell of his sheets and how they reminded me of him sitting at the diner talking with me over coffee and raisin toast. I was embarrassed, mortified really, by how wet and ready I was for him. He placed his hand between my thighs and I whimpered like a beaten dog. He shushed me gently and told me it was ok and that he was very happy that I responded to him that way. It made him feel like a whole man. I assured him that he was in my eyes and he entered me with one slow, long, powerful, thrust. I felt as though I was being torn in two. I could feel him sliding all the way into me, it was such a snug fit and I thought his length would travel inside of me forever. Just when it became unbearable to me and I was beginning to think he wouldn’t ever fit properly inside me, he held still, embedded in me the entire length, it was still so very painful but bearably so. He held me in his arms and soothed me with words and hundreds of light kisses. He told me how good he felt being with me and how right I was for him. I cried in his arms as my dreams became a reality, he was so sweet in his loving and patient in his desire for me to adjust to his length and size, he was so caring and thoughtful, in those few minutes it took for me to adjust to him. I fell forever deeply in love with this man, more so then I had previously thought. I cried again as he started to move with in me, not from pain but from pure bliss and I told him this. We made glorious love that night, after our first rocky time together, we loved and we fucked and loved some more. Through it all we whispered words of love to each, and built a stronger love. It was as if we both knew that we had only a limited time together to make these feelings more secure. So we did, in any way that we could. We made passionate slow love again just before I had to leave, he wanted me to stay but I couldn’t, I had the breakfast shift and had to start at 6 a.m. As I left his marvellous house and bed he kissed me again and offered an apology for not talking things through like he wanted to, but refused to apologize for the way we spent the time, instead, we agreed to met that night and talk first before anything else. I laughed softly, not really believing that we would ever talk, but humouring him just the same. I smiled so brightly at him as I reach the car and got in. He closed the door and I wound down my window. My eyes shone with love, with all the love I wanted him to see. I wanted my love imprinted on his mind for the rest of the day, something that when he stopped and paused in his thoughts that he could see and believe. Ash needed to believe in someone and I was her, I knew it was so, and had since the day he moved to town. 6 years of waiting were starting to pay off. I watched him watch me, through my rear vision mirror as I drove out and down the long road home, I was so amazingly happy and there was an excitement inside of me that was bursting to be allowed out. I was smiling and remembering what we had been to each other that night. We had been friends and lovers and soul mates, and so very much more. His life had been so sad for such a long time and recently mine had been so unfulfilled. I closed my eyes briefly as I remembered the look of pure pleasure that had crossed his face the first time we both came with each other. It was the last vision I had before I heard the screeching of tires and the breaking of glass… Feeling the numbness wash over me in a haze, I remember seeing another two cars around me, I wasn’t sure what happened and I didn’t feel any pain. I could see my own blood on hands that gripped the steering wheel. I knew I was upside down, I was afraid and I couldn’t feel any pain, I tried to move but it was if my body refused to listen to my brain. I was calm, calmer then I have ever been before in my life. I saw a blackness beckoning me on and I wanted that place, I knew peace rested there and all I could think of was reaching it and laying my head down to sleep. But when I was close to it, that peaceful place I would see those eyes, those beautiful grey eyes would appear before me, with that loving glint that they had and I’d so recently seen. I could see the darkness again, but those eyes, those eyes where way to hypnotic. They seemed to beckon to me again and again, keeping me from my peace. I was trying to talk, to say something, I knew that there was something that I had to say, to do, he had to know before I could sleep and rest and heal, but my voice was just not there. I tried to focus on what was around me, I could hear someone crying, I didn’t know who and then grey eyes distracting me begging me to look deeply into them and I would fall again under his hypnotic spell. I remember a sad smile and a tear falling again from my eye as I remembered that I had fulfilled my dreams with that man Ashley that I loved so much. I reached out and I touched his face, my hand had no strength to it and dropped away to land somewhere near my head. When I looked clearly at him for the brief moment I was allowed, I was horrified to see the blood from my own fingers stain his hansom face… My last thought and vision was of him and how much we could have shared together if only we had reached each other sooner. If we had only realized in time, what we were to each other, for I could feel myself slowly dying, just as surely as I knew it was my blood dripping from me onto the seats of the car around me. The next thing I remember is hearing his voice calling to me over and over again, I could see him sitting down beside me with closed eyes, his hands in mine, his head on both of our hands. I could see me lying there in a hospital bed. I knew then that I had died. I was looking down upon us, he was telling me all that he wanted me to know that night we made love. There was an old man standing beside me, with his strangely youthful hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at him and saw tears in his eyes, I choose to ignore him so I could hear the final words that Ashley was speaking to me. He told me that he had known for all those years he’d been married that I was the love of his life. That with all that had happened he wished so desperately that he had done something more a lot sooner with his life so that we could have been together for longer. He thanked God everyday, for that one incredible night of love that we shared, he told me again that he loved me and that we would meet up again in another life and that, when we did, we would be together forever once again. He told me that because I was lost to him now that he had no choice but to say goodbye. He leaned over and kissed my dry lips, just once, it lasted a few seconds and all the love he felt for me was sent to the other me, the me that was standing above him. I felt the touch of his lips on my own warm ones and felt fairy wings dance in my heart and knew for sure that we would be together again, somewhere somehow, I just had to wait for him. The old man at my side squeezed my shoulder and asked if I had one wish to grant this man what would it be. I turned and looked into that angelic face and smiled through my own tears. “Send him the one woman who can love him for all eternity. The one woman that can take away his pain and make him love passionately and who can share all things in life with him, the good and the bad.” The old man reached down and hugged me then he kissed my brow and said “Have a pleasant journey, my child.” Then I was staring up at a dark black head bowed in grief over me. I noticed for the first time that it was peppered with grey, I couldn’t help but to reach out and stroke that beautiful mane of hair and through a gruff parched throat I said. “You better love me well in this life or you can forget the next one” I still laugh at the look on his face to this day. We don’t talk about it much; it’s always just a really hard thing for us to both talk about. It’s as if, if we voice it, it may happen again, and life is to precious to gamble away. So we smile and remind each other with a look or a word of how we feel towards each other.. He told me as I spent a further 6 weeks in hospital recovering that I had actually died a few times on the operating table and that when I had gotten to the hospital I should have been announced dead on arrival. But he kept telling me to watch his eyes and think of our love, as he held my hand and tried to inject his love into me. I told him about the grey eyes that kept calling to me when all I wanted to do was sleep. He smiled and said naught but that he was glad his eyes were grey. I think I scared him with that one. When I was released from hospital he told me a few kids had been racing each other and both cars managed to hit mine. The boys weren’t as badly injured as I was and they moved away from town not long after that. I often think of those boys and hope they are well. Ash’s life and mine hasn’t been the easiest lives to live. After the accident, I was left badly scared on the face and body, that wasn’t quite so painful to deal with, but I couldn’t have those children I so desperately wanted. I often imagine that that night of love we first shared would have produced one, but I try not to dwell on it too much. Besides over the years we’ve adopted 8 children and we have two grandbabies from one of our precious gifts and another one on the way. I own the diner now too and Ash has our eldest son Paul running the practice most of the time now. Paul is 28 and doing really well, we adopted him when he was 9, we fell in love with him straight away, as we did all of his brothers and sisters…. Ahhh Rosie.... I’m sitting on my veranda here at our home and thinking now of all the love and passion that we have shared in our lives together so far and I am grateful for it. I know the old man smiles down on us and will bless us with many a year more. I start to hum an old Mexican tune to myself, the one that never seems to be far from my thoughts on these occasions as I sit here and think on life. I turn my head not pausing in tune, as the dog whines for dinner and the birds sing their final chirp good night. My hansom husband Dr Ashley Cato walks out the door, in his hand is food for Cody. He strolls down the stairs with that same graceful movement he’s always had. He notices me sitting on my swing chair and he knows straight away what I’ve been thinking about. He lifts a hand to wave at me and I return it with the same wistful smile I’ve always kept for him alone and the shadows of the past move from my vision as I watch and listen to my simple life… Ahhhhhhhhh! An Anal Invasion! Sharon always found what she wanted. And what she wanted now was the sexiest dude imaginable, a horny bi stud who was drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly well-hung, had lots stamina, and whose massive cock was matched with a pair of balls loaded with tons of semen. She wanted this stud not only for herself, but for her boyfriend Jimmy. One thing they both loved as much as anyone could love anything was cock! And when it came to cock, they were fussy. They liked their cocks extra-large, extra-hard, and beautifully shaped. And they expected the studs possessed of such cocks to know how to use their steely, oversized tools. They'd had some luck in the past, finding hot looking, hung, virile studs and enjoying some raw, blistering threesomes with them. Maybe Sharon was becoming jaded. Now she didn't just want a good-looking, hung stud, who happened to be a great fuck. No. She wanted superman; she wanted supercock. She wanted a stud who was not just good looking, but an utter knockout, a cover boy. She craved a stud who was not simply hung, but who had a cock that was a real world-class show-stopper, a first prize winner at the best-of-cock show. She sought a stud who wasn't merely good in the sack, but who was an extraordinary sexual athlete, an Olympian of fucking. Yes, she wanted this stud for herself. But, even more, she wanted him for Jimmy. She didn't know quite why, but since that first time she and Jimmy invited a very well-endowed stud to their bed and she watched Jimmy and their guest suck and fuck each other, she became a demented addict of male-male sex. And why should anyone be surprised, she said to herself. After all, guys go freaky over sexy babes wolfing down each other's tender, creamy pussies, and all that other lustful Sapphic play. So why shouldn't she feel that man-on-man, cock-on-cock was one of nature's great spectacles? And now after much searching, online, in clubs, asking around, Sharon had found her superman. His name was Carlos, a 24 year old Cuban Adonis from Miami Beach. She found him, she secured his services, and now here he was in Sharon's condo, living up to all the expectations. Jimmy watched excitedly as Sharon and Carlos went at it. Sharon a gorgeous hottie with the perfect body, raw, blazing lust written all over her, and sleekly muscled, deeply tanned Carlos, the Latino stud with that monstrously thick, impossibly long twelve inch cock. And here the two of them were, fucking, Sharon with her sexy moves, Carlos with his stunning cock and raw fuck power. Both of them in extreme heat now as they screwed, glistening with sweat, writhing like a pair of overheated animals, Sharon on her back, her legs scissored around Carlos's waist, clinging to him, bucking up to meet his deep thrusts; or riding him athletically, her tits bouncing, grinding down hard, eager to get as much cock inside her as she could, glazed with a fine film of sweat from the effort. Their fucking was so wild, looked so intensely carnal, so intensely arousing to Jimmy, so alluring, so beautiful to witness as he watched every deft, passionate move, listened to those sounds of erotic joy and sensual bliss and blazing animal carnal passion -- the moans and groans, the sighs, finally the howls of pleasure. Watching, watching intently, as he slowly stroked his own impressive, steel hard, ultra-excitable cock! Finally Carlos pulled out of Sharon after she had cum yet again (how many was that? three? four? five, maybe?), but warned Carlos to hold back, not to cum yet. Sharon just collapsed and caught her breath, panting, still glossy with the sweat of the most wonderful sort of exertion, pure, wild, athletic fucking. Carlos stood, that spectacular tool sticking up at a forty-five degree angle from the flat, hard abdomen. Sharon and Jimmy couldn't keep their eyes off the stud. What an amazing specimen of raw male allure and fuck power! That sleek, muscled, tan-toned body, the six pack, the smooth, perfect thighs and buttocks, that big, tight beautiful package of his sperm-packed balls. And, of course, the main attraction -- that cock, that dick, that penis, that magnificent prick, that astoundingly huge erection -- twelve spectacularly thick inches of sublimely sculpted male perfection, hard as steel, thick as a beer can, hot to the touch, a beacon, an icon of utter virility! A cock to crave, a cock to worship! Superman with supercock! Now Sharon winked at Jimmy, a sweet but sassy and lewd smile lighting up her pretty face. And Jimmy knew just what that wink and smile were telling him as he 'assumed the position,' getting up on elbows and knees, sticking out that ass of his for Sharon just the way she liked to see it stuck out, his body sleek and sinewy, his bare, perfect bottom lewdly exposed like a (male) slut in heat, reaching under himself to manhandle his impossibly aroused and alive steely cock "Mmmmmmmh," Sharon purred, approaching Jimmy, pressing her hands to his exposed ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Jimmy knew that his puckered asshole was now vividly exposed, on view to Sharon and to Carlos, who watched keenly, stroking himself, his eyes and Sharon's both focused on that hole of Jimmy's like two pairs of lasers. And then Jimmy felt it, felt Sharon's soft lips pressing against the rubbery, puckered sphincter, kissing his anus, kissing it again and again and again. So sexily, so lovingly, so teasingly. And he knew that kiss was just the beginning. Then Jimmy felt something else, felt Sharon's tongue, wet, warm and slippery, as she began to lick his hole. He closed his eyes and purred like a cat, greedy for the contact, pushing back against her tongue, craving the expert rimming. He knew just how much Sharon loved to lick his ass, and was aware of what would be coming next. He'd felt it many times himself, and had watched as Sharon did the same to studs and sluts and their bottoms, curling her tongue and digging in, snaking it into their sphincters as she was now snaking it into Jimmy's. Sharon, always so hungry for the taste of ass. Then she pulled away and turned to Carlos, licking her lips. "Jimmy has such a hot ass, Carlos, he loves to have it kissed and licked. And, man, is he ever going to love to have it fucked! Fucked by your amazing twelve inch cock. You took my pussy to paradise, now it's time to take Steve's ass to heaven! Come over here." Sharon grabbed hold of the stunning shaft, the shaft that had plowed her cunt and powered her pleasure so sensationally for the past half hour. Jimmy groaned and shivered as Sharon, taking hold of the Cuban's thick log, pressed his cockhead against Jimmy's glistening, well-licked ass. God fucking damn! To Jimmy it felt as though she were pressing a warm billiard ball against his asshole. Sharon smiled as Jimmy swayed his ass like a whore greedy for a big cock invasion; she knew exactly what to do next. "Get up there and let Jimmy suck your dick while I get his slut ass ready for you," Sharon hissed as the Latin knelt in front of Jimmy's face, waving the thick wand at him. Jimmy had already sucked that cock plenty, sucked it before Carlos had fucked Sharon with it, sucked it so hungrily that his lips already ached from having so eagerly engulfed so much thickness. But he was happy now to again wrap his lips around the hard penis, creamy now from Sharon's cunt, tasting and smelling of her. Sharon couldn't help smiling to herself. God, she loved to watch Jimmy suck cock. She knew how much he liked to go down on a stud. And also knew that he'd never been lucky enough to manage to stuff quite this much hard male meat in his hungry, cocksucking mouth. Of course few men or women had, except those lucky enough to have found Carlos as their playmate and his cock as their ticket to penis paradise. As Jimmy sucked happily, Sharon picked up a fresh tube of lubricating jelly and slapped a big dab of it into Jimmy's crack, spreading it around and greasing him up. Greasing him up for a serious ass fuck. "Okay, ready," she said, wagging a finger at Carlos, who pulled away from Jimmy's hungry lips and joined Sharon behind Jimmy's ass. Now Sharon took the Cuban's shaft in her hand again and slowly eased that mammoth cock of his right up Jimmy's ass. She worked it in slowly and steadily, inch... by... thick... inch! Sharon's eyes were glued to the spectacular sight, Jimmy's asshole forced open, stretching obscenely as the thick pole began to enter and fill him. Jimmy gasped, stunned by the awesome sensations, almost seeing stars as the huge cock entered his ass and Carlos started to fuck him in earnest, with Sharon urging, cheering him on. Cheering him on as she held Jimmy wide open for the stud's obscenely huge prick, watching Jimmy's asshole dilate to what seemed to be the limits as it clenched, wrapped itself around the spectacular girth of the Latin's almost unbelievably oversized cock. "Fuck his ass, Carlos, fuck it, you stud!!!!" she hissed. Carlos did just that, fucking him hard as Jimmy pushed backed greedily against the Latin's rough thrusts, wanting every thick inch, wanting the entire foot-long length of cock, right down to the balls. Carlos held on to his hips and just drove it in. He was really slamming it inside Jimmy, fast and furious, ramming the shaft into his ass, burying it deep! Reaming out his rectum, invading his cock-craving male ass! Goddamn, Sharon said to herself, watching. Two rugged studs fucking! What could top that? And god-fucking-damn! Jimmy said to himself as he felt the tip of the Latin's cock so deep in his guts, in the hot, humid depths of his mancunt. Sharon just pulled back to gaze, entranced by the stunning spectacle, strumming her clit, watching two sexy, sleek, naked men rutting, sodomizing! Their bodies glistened with sweat as they fucked really hard, like two seasoned sex jocks whose main sport was ass fucking. Sharon watched, listened to Carlos pound, hammer it inside Jimmy. Watched that mammoth prick disappear up Jimmy's ass as Carlos forced every inch inside, his big, full balls mashing against Jimmy's, his hard muscled thighs slapping loudly against Jimmy's hard ass as he hammered home his battering ram, unspooled the spectacular rectal invasion. Jimmy turned to look back at Sharon, his eyes sparkling with volcanic lust, licking his lips like a cock-crazed animal as he just kept taking it and taking it, taking it up the ass! "Up your ass, baby, up your ass! Big, big dick up your ass!" Sharon hissed lewdly, her eyes glazed with an almost insane lust now, a scorching carnal joy. God, yes! Jimmy loved it! Loved that Sharon was there watching, watching him get fucked. Fucked up the ass by this muscled, hugely hung Latin stud. Soon they could hear the telltale groaning from Carlos as he hammered it in hard, digging his big hands into Jimmy's hips, sweat pouring off him, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his hard body taut now, poised for pleasure and release. And now Jimmy could feel it, feel the massive cock start to throb and quiver inside him as Carlos went right over the edge. And then... then, for Jimmy, the amazing sensation of Carlos cumming, blasting his load, shooting jet after jet off hot cum deep inside Jimmy's ass! Fucking him, unloading inside him. Jimmy could feel every squirt, every spurt, every ejaculation! Sharon looked on in amazement, knowing that every twitch of Carlos's jerking body signaled another spurt, another ejaculation into Jimmy's ass. Would Carlos ever stop? He just kept shooting and shooting. What a fucking amazing cum, Sharon said to herself as she watched Carlos fill Jimmy with his sperm, his creamy semen! To Sharon it was like her boyfriend was being given a sperm enema and Carlos's mammoth twelve inch cock was the nozzle! Then, finally, ever so slowly, Carlos began to pull out, pull out every thick inch from Jimmy's cock-and-cum loaded ass. Jimmy could feel the cool air on his hot, raw asshole now, and knew that hole was gaping wide open from the awesome ass fuck he'd just received. Carlos's load inside him was so bountiful that it started to drip out of his open hole, Sharon and Carlos gazing at that well-fucked sphincter, leaking, drooling, dripping sperm! Sharon knew that Jimmy loved showing off like this, showing off that lusty just-fucked ass, spilling semen now. Now it was Sharon's turn. With a knowing, lewd smile on her face, her eyes bright, she sauntered over behind Jimmy as he knelt there, still on all fours, his gaping asshole in full view, still leaking cum. Sharon lifted a hand and waved it in the air, Jimmy looking over his shoulder at her, knowing what was about to come, Carlos still in the dark. "Watch this, Carlos," she said to the Latin stud as she teasingly ran her fingertips up and down the crack between Jimmy's cheeks, lingering at the steamy open hole. Then, with one bold move, she slid in three of her fingers, waiting a moment before she added a fourth. Jimmy gasped out loud as he felt those fingers bunch up and enter his ass. First four, and then the thumb. "Keep watching, Carlos," Sharon cackled, looking over at the stud, "you just fucked this ass with your huge tool, now watch me fist it!" A smile curled up on Carlos's face, that smile meeting Sharon's own, the two of them co-conspirators in this spectacular anal invasion of Jimmy's bottom. Jimmy was panting, crazed with pure, raw ass lust by this point. First his ass had been rimmed and greased by Sharon, then fucked wide open by the Cuban's insanely thick cock. Now, using Carlos's own sperm as some extra lube, the sperm filling Jimmy's ass and leaking out of it, Sharon corkscrewed her five fingers into Jimmy until, suddenly her full hand popped into his ass, Jimmy letting out a husky groan. Damn, did Sharon ever love the sight in front of her eyes now: Jimmy's asshole wrapped tightly around her wrist, clenching it. It was hot and clammy inside there, Sharon's hand sitting in a pool of Jimmy's slippery cum. For a long time she had wanted to fist Jimmy's ass and had tried, managing five fingers, but not the full hand, not up to the wrist. But with Jimmy just having been reamed open by this stunningly thick cock, now was a perfect opportunity to do it. Sharon's slim wrist was probably narrower than Carlos's fat cock, but the fist she had just forced up that ass of Jimmy's was probably wider. Anyway, Jimmy sure wasn't complaining. Not at all. He was just gasping and groaning and flailing his head like the lust-crazed ass whore he had now become. Like a wild, possessed man, he pushed back against Sharon's probing hand as he had pushed back against Carlos's cock, wanting more, more, more... wanting it deeper, deeper, deeper! All Jimmy knew was that he craved to have that horny bottom of his stuffed and pounded and hammered! Fucked and fisted! He couldn't get enough! "Hey Carlos? Why don't you get up by Jimmy's face, turn around, and feed him that sexy ass of yours," Sharon said, piledriving that fist of hers up Jimmy's ass. Carlos had just unloaded heavily, fucking Jimmy, but Sharon knew he was one virile specimen. So maybe some of Jimmy's expert tongue work would help rouse that cock of Carlos's for a second round. Carlos moved into position. The focus had been on his huge cock. Now Jimmy would get a chance to have a taste of his sexy Latin ass. Jimmy stared at that tan, smooth, muscled ass as Carlos reached back to hold himself wide open for Jimmy. And now, as Sharon kept driving her fist deeper and deeper into Jimmy's slimy, semen-filled rectum, she looked straight ahead to watch Jimmy snake his tongue into the Cuban's crack, into his anal groove, and start to rim his hot, sexy, male ass! Sharon cherished the moment. Her hand all the way up Jimmy's slutty bottom, using the Latin stud's semen as lotion with which to massage Jimmy's walls, she happily watched Jimmy eat up the stud's asshole, his tongue working away furiously. And now Sharon wanted something else, she wanted Jimmy's cock. So she reached around with her free hand and took hold of it, not surprised at how fucking hard it was. Jimmy gasped as he felt her deft fingers on his aching flesh. No one stroked his cock with the same sensual finesse that came second nature to Sharon. Jimmy was in heaven -– a fist up his ass, an ass in his face, dancing fingers stroking his cock in a perfect motion, with just the right pressure, just the right rhythm. Jimmy kept himself on the edge. He couldn't get enough, first enough of the Cuban's cock and his deep, hard ass fucking, and now enough of Sharon's fisting and stroking. But pretty soon Sharon's sensual, sexy hand motion was just too much for Jimmy, and took him right over the edge, his cock throbbing and pulsating insanely, spurting ribbons and ropes of cum everywhere, even spurting and spraying it over Carlos's own ass as he kept licking him, now lapping up his own cum off the sexy Latino's ass, Sharon watching the lewd display with amazement, Jimmy's cock still throbbing wildly in her hand, still unloading. Also throbbing was his asshole, quivering around Sharon's forearm, her fist deep inside Jimmy's ass, well past her wrist, halfway to her elbow. Could it be any hotter than this, she asked herself minutes later, finally pulling her slippery, sperm-coated hand out of Jimmy's ass, Jimmy and Sharon and Carlos now collapsing into a pile, their bodies fusing, sweaty, sticky with cum, The Cuban's cock starting to thicken again. Could it possibly be hotter? FUCK NO!!!!!! ... should the trio go another round? Send feedback and ideas if you think so. Especially want to hear from the "Sharons" of the world....