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Talk to Me

By: TonyZee



His first and largest jet of cum leapt from the swollen head of his cock and glazed her extended tongue. Still lying on her side, the semen dripped from her tongue to the corner of her mouth, some landing on the bed, as he continued to spurt into her, or wherever she was aiming him.

"Fuck, baby..." he whispered, over and over, "fuck. Fuck."

When he seemed to be finished, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked it gently, swallowing what he'd pumped into her, a warm salty spray that was as familiar to her as his touch or his smell. She cleaned him, pausing only to lick his balls now and then, which made him shudder. She knew that he had watched her the whole time: watching her mouth taking him in never lost its heat and erotic fascination for him, he'd told her. She grew languid and reflective as she continued to lave his softoff with her lips and tongue, wondering how much of his cum she'd swallowed over the years. Now, why would you wonder a thing like that, she thought? She slid back up the bed to face him, cupped his balls in her hand. He wiped a small apostrophe of his cum from the corner of her mouth and feed it to her. 

"What are you thinking?" she said.

"Thinking?" he said. "There's really not much thinking going on at the moment. What do you think about in the... in the afterglow of a good orgasm?"

"Hmm. I'm usually thinking what it felt like to experience what I just felt. Sort of a meta-reflection."

"Well, I'm no different."

"I don't believe that," she said. "I've had a bit of experience, you know. Men are usually already working on their exit strategy before the last bit of semen has been ceremoniously bestowed."

"Not always," he said, running his hand over her bottom and tracing her perineum with his fingertips. "If it was good, sometimes they're thinking about where they're going to shoot it on the next go-round."

"Well, that sounds like a bit of a lie to me. When the seed departs, conscience rushes in to fill the void," she said. 

"That's simplistic and unfair. There's a transformation that takes place, in terms of brain chemicals, sure. But to call it conscience..."

"Is distressingly accurate," she smiled, squeezed his sac and put her tongue in his mouth. He sucked it and pressed his roving fingers softly into her slit. 

"No," he said. "It's more complicated than that. We're doing our biological duty. It's ancient, part of the cerebral hardware."

"Really?" she said. "Okay, so after you've had your celebratory soft time, your triumph—if what you say is true—I suppose you're musing on who your next cum slut should be. If you're propagating the species and all that. Evolution. Fuck far and wide to assure that life, and in particular a life that resembles you, has your brown eyes and these lovely shoulders, goes on? Oo, yeah... that's it, right there."

"Well, maybe at one point in human history," he continued stroking the spot she reacted to, "but there's a different social, cultural construct. When you find a bona fide cum slut, my dear, you stick with her."

"Oohhh," she sighed, closed her eyes, presses her mouth to his chest. She held her breath briefly, then exhaled. "Christ."

He came at her clit from the backdoor, his hand curled underneath her ass and toggling her knob; she liked this grip. Something about the line of pressure curving over her anus and labia. His thumb stimulating her ass. 

"And what are you thinking," he said—a soft, whiskey baritone, his lips just above the whorl of her ear.

******

But she couldn't speak at that moment. She usually found that there were more images than there were words for, a whole collage of their affair, instances overlapping and separate encounters sometimes blending into semi-fictional scenes—things that happened adumbrated by one or two grace notes that she'd, upon reflection, wished had happened... in the local library of their little town, where he'd lured her one afternoon more than a year ago now. Why wasn't he at work, she wondered, when he called her on her cell phone? She was just returning from the grocery store after dropping the kids at school: "Meet me, ten minutes," he said and hung up, not giving her an opportunity to object, though she could have called him back. But she didn't. Immediately her heart started pounding, though she was hardly prepared for letting him see her at that moment, no makeup, dressed in shapeless sweats, her hair in a ponytail and sticking out the back of her ballcap. She made a U-turn in a church parking lot and made her way back to the library. Being a regular school day and work day, the place was mostly empty, a couple women at the computer kiosks checking their Hotmail—tracking their affairs, she thought uncharitably. The middle-aged woman behind the desk acknowledged her with a small smile.

Where in the Dewey decimal system might he lurk, she wondered, her nerves jangling, her sneakers lightly squeaking on the linoleum, heading back into the stacks, rows and rows of metal shelving. When she turned a corner at the end of a row in the most remote part, she saw him at the same moment he grabbed her by the sweatshirt and pulled her to him, backed her against a row of shelves and kissed her hotly. She hadn't even a chance to speak, didn't need to, put her hands underneath this sport coat and ran them up his back. He pushed her sweatshirt up and bunched it under her chin to expose her breasts, tried to unfasten the front clip of her bra.

"Hmm-mmm," she moaned, trying to struggle away, not letting him unhook her. "Here," she whispered, and pulled up the cups to release her round, slightly sloping breasts with their long, bark-colored nipples. He took one in his mouth and sucked it so vigorously, so hungrily, that she flinched. Holding up her sweatshirt and bra with one hand, exposing herself for him there in the library stacks, trying to listen for anyone approaching, she ran her other hand through his hair as he licked around and around the areola of one breast, then the other, and flicked her nipples with the tip of his tongue. He slid a hand down over the slight, firm mound of her belly, into her sweats and panties, curled his index and ring fingers over her slippery pudenda then back up, parting her pussy lips and applying a jiggling pressure to her clit. 

God, she wanted so desperately to fuck him—the unexpectedness of it all, the quickening in her throbbing cunt from the moment she realized she was going to see him—but we're in the fucking library, for chrissakes, she thought. Am I going to take it from behind in the public fucking library? She looked down the long row, still listening, but also straining to focus on his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, finger-fucking her, then rapidly stroking her clit—straining too much, she realized, she was trying to make it happen too fast, was too nervous about getting caught. Quickly, she pulled his hand from her pants; the small heated space between them was redolent with the rich tang of her stimulated pussy. She squatted, her knees making those familiar soft pops that from thereafter would always remind her of sucking him off, blowing him, giving him head: frank phrases that ran through her mind excitedly—and often somewhat guiltily, as when she would crouch to button up her daughter's coat or retrieve a dropped earring back that had bounced beneath the dresser. Her face would grow hot, and she would not only think of this, but actually articulate the thoughts to herself in her mind: I'm thinking of his hard cock in my mouth, I'm thinking of licking that little valentine cut on the underside of his cockhead... 

He removed her ballcap and dropped it next to her on the floor. She yanked down his zipper, reached into the fly of his boxers, wrapped her left hand around his hardon and gently guided it to the opening, to release, to anyone who happened to turn the corner of their aisle, to the long stroke of her fist, and finally to the warm, avid muscles and flesh of her mouth. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, giving it two or three long sucks to grease it with her spit, and then began bobbing it steadily, twisting her fist back and forth along the shaft in tandem. Despite the anxiety over being caught that forced to abandon her own orgasm, now she felt entirely focused on his hard prick, of getting him to give up his load, to fill her mouth with a gush of cum right here in the library, among the... where were they? The 200s?

He clutched her pony tail and began rocking his hips, fucking her wet fist and hot mouth. God, she remembers, how hot that was, him thrusting his hips at her, pumping his cock between her lips. She'd sucked him she couldn't remember how many times by now, but he'd always let her do it her own way. But she loved this motion that was so familiar to her, though always him atop her, or fucking her from behind; she loved this persistence and intent being directed at her open, willing mouth. She heard the cars passing on the street outside, and from another part of the library, the squonk of someone sliding their chair across the floor. She slipped her hand inside her sweat pants and began to stroke herself, she was so excited, and he must have seen her, he must have noticed because she heard him grunt "oh fuck" under his breath—the first words she'd heard from him since he spoke to her on her cell phone—and then unload his first shot of cum into her mouth, a large oystery gush. The spasming along the underside of his erection made her think that she could actually feel the ample cum coursing through his cock and blasting into her cheek. There was so much—poor baby, she thought, no wonder he was tracking her down so suddenly this day—four hard spurts followed by a more modest fifth and, after a few beats, a droplet of a sixth. Before he'd reached that number, however, some of it was already oozing back out of her mouth, she wasn't prepared for the force and volume, and some of his cream slipped back out between his cock and her lower lip, dripped out on the floor between them. 

*******

He had three fingers now pistoning her sopping pussy while the thumb of his other hands was rapidly toggling her clit. She was alternately holding her breath and then exhaling deeply, her one hand clutching and unclutching the corner of the mattress. Where was she?

"Talk to me," she said suddenly in a hoarse whisper, "about the library."

"Yeah?" he said. "You want to hear about how I'm going to fuck you the next time I get you there? About how I'm going to drag you back into the stacks. Turn you around, push you up against the shelves. Pull down those sweat pants of yours and then ram my cock into your wet cunt?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, fuck my cunt. In the library. Fuck the shit out of me."

"Grab your hips," he said, "and pound you, slamming up against your ass, thrusting my cock in and out of you. I won't take let you stop me next time, baby. I'm going to fuck you there. Your hands will be gripping the shelves, everything will be rattling from the hard fucking you'll be getting there. I'll reach around and stroke your clit, just like this... oh, yeah... and I won't stop until you come all over my cock. Mmm, I can feel the wetness from your pussy all over my balls, all over the front of my thighs. And if you don't come for me..."

He paused, pulled her three fingers from her but kept rapidly stroking her clit.

"If you don't come for me while I'm fucking your pussy, then I'm going to have to slide my slick, hard cock in your ass. Right there in the library, baby." And with that he slid two wet fingers into her asshole

"O FUCK," she began spasming, bucking against him. "Fuck!"

"Right there, baby," he said urgently, "you'll be getting your ass fucked right there, for anyone coming around the corner to see, my cock pounding your tight little bare ass..."

She buried her head in his chest and continued shuddering, her ass clenching so strenuously around his fingers he could barely keep them planted inside her. She curled, her shoulders up off the bed, all the muscles through her core coiled impossibly tight, a vibrant hydraulic surge that bathed her brain in a kind of sunlight. She was panting, bright with sweat. The entire surface of her body felt momentarily but extremely sensitive; he laid a hand on her thigh and she jerked, as if shocked. 

"Today's a good day," he said, brushing back the hair from her forehead.

"They're all good days anymore," she said, still breathing hard. "They're like all the other days combined. I didn't know it could be like that."

He looked at her bedside clock and then kissed her. 

Talk To Me!



Lynn realized she hadn't spoken to her sister Cathy for a while. Not that she felt an intense need to talk to Cathy. The two sisters had never really gotten along all that well. Cathy was several years older than Lynn and, when they were young and lived at home, Cathy had always loved to lord it over Lynn. Then, a few years later, she blamed Lynn for 'stealing' one of her boyfriends. Of course Lynn hadn't done any such thing. Mike had already broken up with her sister when she and he started to go together. But Cathy never saw it that way, and for years she blamed Lynn, never really forgiving her.

Thankfully Cathy lived several hundred miles away and the two sisters didn't have to see each other very often, during holidays mainly when they went to their folks for Thanksgiving or Christmas. That was about it. But now Lynn felt it was time for the obligatory phone call.

"Hi Tommy," Lynn said when she heard her brother's voice. "It's Lynn."

"Oh, hi there, how you been?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly, as always. Though she and her sister were on edge most of the time, Lynn really got on well with her brother. In fact, she envied Cathy for having landed such an attractive, masculine man as a spouse. Not only was he sweet and kind and attentive, but he was extremely good-looking, and very, very sexy too. Lynn even thought that's one reason her sister got so uptight whenever Lynn was around. She still looked at her younger sister as a threat. Cathy was pretty cute, but there was no doubt that Lynn was a lot prettier. And Cathy knew it. Lynn was the sort who would turn all the guys' heads; Cathy could only manage to turn a few of them.

They chatted for a few minutes, filling each other in on family matters, then Lynn asked if her sister was home.

"No, she just left to go to the mall. Then she's meeting a girlfriend to go to a movie, so she won't be back until tonight," Tommy explained.

"Oh," Lynn said, actually relieved to hear it. This way she could say to herself that she'd made the obligatory call to her sister, even if Cathy wasn't there to get it. "Roger's out for the afternoon too."

"Golf?" Tommy asked.

"What else," Lynn said, the frustration in her voice obvious. 

"Seems like your husband's always out playing golf and my wife's always out shopping and going to the movies with her girlfriends," Tommy said, his voice almost seductive, Lynn thought. Or was she only imagining it? Was it wishful thinking? All she knew was that, suddenly, she felt like staying on the phone with her brother and talking to him. There was something about his voice that had always aroused her.

"The kids there?" she asked about her two nieces.

"No, they're out with their friends."

Lynn smiled to herself. She was home alone, Tommy was home alone. Why not stay on the phone and talk?

"So what do you do, Tommy, when the wife and kids are away and you're home by yourself?" Lynn probed.

"Oh, you know, watch TV, read a book," he said. "How about you, Lynn? When Roger's off playing golf?"

"Same thing," she said. Now she thought about something. Once, years ago, when Lynn had spent a night over at her sister's house and Cathy had gone out to get groceries, she had actually caught her brother masturbating. Lynn had gotten up quietly from a nap and headed to the bathroom. She had passed her sister's bedroom door and saw that it was open. And there, inside, was Tommy playing with his very big and very stiff cock. He caught her glancing, their eyes locked for a split second, and then she just rushed away and he closed the door behind him. They hadn't said anything at all about that to each other, but Lynn could never get the image out of her mind, the image of her brother-in-law masturbating, playing with his thick and very rigid cock.

"And sometimes I do what I once caught you doing," she said boldly, figuring why not mention it now. Once in a while Lynn fantasized about having intensely erotic conversations with men over the phone. If Tommy was the sort who beat off when his wife went off to the grocery store, maybe he was also the sort who'd be in the mood for a nice, raunchy phone conversation with his foxy sister? That's what Lynn now aimed to find out.

There was a long moment of silence after she'd said this to Tommy.

"That couldn't possibly be," he said.

"Why not?" she asked, wondering what he meant.

"Because you don't have a cock to fist, Lynn, that's why," he said.

She laughed, then marveled. Her brother had gotten into the groove with her just like that. Deep down she had a suspicion he would. She'd long had a sense that Tommy, unlike her sister or her husband, had a vivid sexual imagination, a powerful libido, and a bit of a wild streak.

"That's true, but I sure got a nice pussy to finger and rub," she said unabashedly as they kept up the repartee, the lewd banter.

"Bet it is a nice one too, that pussy of yours."

"It's not bad, I haven't heard many complaints. Not that Roger seems all too thrilled with it."

She had to tell him that, though he probably already knew it, having seen Lynn together with her husband and heard gossip from his wife.

"Well, Roger never did seem to have much of an appreciation for the better things in life," Tommy said, as Lynn smiled, loving the remark, taking it as a compliment, which it was.

"You know who else seems to be like that, someone who doesn't quite know how to really sink her teeth into it and enjoy it?"

"No, who could that be?" he asked, but she sensed he knew full well whom she was hinting at.

"Your wife, my sister."

"Mmmmmh, I think you may be right," he said.

It was like a rocket had gone off inside her, a rocket of arousal and rapport with her brother. And all this on the phone!

"Tommy? This is getting pretty intimate, our conversation, isn't it? You know I've never cheated on my husband with another man, not even once. Does this count? Am I cheating? Is talking to you like this sort of like cheating?"

"If you're cheating then I'm cheating."

"So we're both cheating, correct?"

"Sort of, though I don't know if a jury would see it that way."

"Would you?

"I don't know," he said, his voice sounding unworried.

"Oh hell, let's not think about. If we're cheating, we're cheating. If we're not, we're not. All I know is that I'm having one hell of a good time with you on the phone. How about you?"

"Can't think of a better way to spend the time."

"Say, Tommy? That big cock of yours I once had the good fortune to see all nice and hard? Is it all nice hard right now by any chance? Right this very minute?"

"It certainly is, Lynn,"

"Oh good! I still remember how hard it was then, and how thick. I've thought about it so many times," she confessed. And it was true. She'd never been able to get that image of her brother's cock out of her mind. "Are you holding it now? Have you got it in your hand, Tommy?"

"That's just where it is, with my fist wrapped around it."

"Wish I could see it, wish I could see it right now."

"I wish you could too, Lynn, and I wish I could get to see your pussy," he said. "I've seen the rest of you but I never did get to see that."

Once, some years ago, before she herself was married, Lynn had joined her sister and brother at a nude beach where she was able to see him in the buff. That was before the time she had caught him whacking off and had seen it hard.

"I'd love to show it to you," she said. "I think you'd like it. I've been told I have a very pretty pussy."

Her head went light for a moment as she pondered all this. Here she was on the phone with her brother, him admitting to her that on his end he was sitting there, talking to her, his cock thick and hard as he fisted it.

"I've told you how my cock is doing. How about you, Lynn? How's that pussy? Is it wet? Are your fingers down in it?"

"Oh yeah, it's wet alright, it's soaking in fact," she said truthfully. And Tommy believed her. For once his wife had told him how her sister had this tendency to get extravagantly wet down there at the mere thought of sex. One time Cathy had caught her like that, having soaked through her jeans. At first Cathy had thought her sister had accidentally pissed in her pants or something. When she learned what it really was, that's when she began cruelly taunting her, calling her 'The Sponge' when just the two of them were together.

"And yeah, I have my hand down there and I'm playing with it," she admitted.

Neither one of them had ever done this before, had a sexual conversation on the phone like this. And they were both married too, ands on top of it!

"Are you dressed?" he asked her.

"I was when I first called," she said. "but while we've been talking I've started to take my clothes off. I pulled off my dress, then my little frilly panties. I've still got on a little halter top, but below the waist, I'm all naked."

He pictured his sister sitting there, nude below the waist, her fingers between her legs, the phone pressed to her ear.

"I wish I could see you," he said, thinking what a sight she must be now.

"I wish I could see you, Tommy, and see that big dick of yours again."

"It's here for you, Lynn, right in my hand."

"Well just keep playing with it then, keep playing with it while I play with my pussy and we keep talking to each other like this, okay?" she said. "We can call this cheating or we can call it whatever we want, but all I know is it sure is enjoyable, huh?"

"Sounds good to me," he said. "And sounds good to my dick too."

"You know, Tommy, I've never done this before, shared intimacies and fantasies on the phone like this with a guy."

"Fantasies? You haven't said anything about any of your fantasies, Lynn," he pointed out to her.

"No, I haven't, have I? Should I, Tommy? Should I share some of my most intimate fantasies with you? The ones I think about when I masturbate?"

"Sure, I'd love to hear some of your fantasies," he said eagerly. "Do you masturbate a lot?"

"For the last couple of years, yeah, seems like I do just about every day. How about you?"

"Same here. Hardly a day goes by when I don't jerk off."

It thrilled Lynn to hear that but it didn't surprise her. She knew, that just as was the case with her and her husband, Tommy and his wife no longer had sex too often. Her sister had confessed as much to Lynn. The symmetry was wonderful, Lynn thought. Two utterly horny and unsatisfieds talking on the phone and rousing each other up like this.

"And I bet you have all kinds of fantasies too, right Tommy?"

"That's true."

"You'll have to tell me some of yours."

"Sure," he said. "Why don't you share one of yours with me, Lynn, and then I'll tell you one of mine."

"I'll have to warn you, some of my fantasies are pretty nasty."

"The nastier the better," he told her.

Many of Lynn's fantasies were fairly predictable, and focused on particular men she dreamed about, guys with perfect cocks, fucking her in a perfect way. But others were more outrageous. These Lynn always thought of as strictly private, but now, for some reason, she felt utterly uninhibited, willing, even eager, to share her most extreme, most outrageous fantasies with Tommy.

"If I share one of my nastiest fantasies with you will it make your cock all hard and achy hearing about it?" she teased.

"I guarantee it."

"Okay, here goes, then," she said. "Here's one I've been thinking about lately when I play with myself. But before I start telling it to you let me take this top off and get completely naked, okay? And you do the same if you haven't already."

She now pulled off her halter top, sitting there in the nude, phone pressed to her ear.

"I remember how pretty those tits of yours are, Lynn," Tommy said, realizing that now they were all exposed.

"Yeah, don't think I didn't catch you staring at them that time down at the beach," she said, reminding him of the exciting, but frustrating time when they'd seen each other naked at a nude beach.

"Okay, here goes. This fantasy begins when Roger tells me we won't be able go on vacation together because he's too busy at work. He feels guilty so he tells me to go by myself, and to go anywhere I want and do whatever I need to do. So I go to this luxurious resort on a beautiful tropical island in the Pacific. I heard from a friend that they offer very 'special' services for the guests there.

"Soon after I arrive this beautiful, tan-skinned maid knocks on the door. She's this svelte young thing with smooth, cinnamon-hued skin and an exotically gorgeous face. She says she will be my personal servant for the duration of my stay and will service all my needs, whatever they may be.

"Without my saying anything she gently removes all my clothes and then she bathes me. She even douches my vagina. When I need to take a piss, she wipes me dry with a soft, silk cloth. And then when she sees I have a need to be satisfied, she satisfies me. I expected to be making active use of my own fingers on this vacation but instead I now snap my fingers and she's down on her knees, her face between my legs, her tongue giving me the most exquisite pleasure. No one has ever given me oral satisfaction quite like this.

"So by now she's bathed and pampered and massaged and satisfied me. But that is just the prelude. I'm laying all stretched out on a velvet couch when my personal maid opens the door and lets in four men, completely naked, each with a perfect body and a huge cock, the four cocks all already rock hard and sticking straight up. The men are as exotic as she herself is.

"These new servants stand in front of me at attention, their hands clasped behind their backs, their penises at full mast, while I examine them, handling their organs, each so thick I can barely get my fingers around them. Then I tell them to turn around. They all have beautiful well-muscled bottoms, their cinnamon-hued buttocks smooth.

" 'We are all your sex slaves,' the maid tells me, 'Whatever you seek, Madame, we will be happy to provide.'

"So I demand that the four men bend over and reach back and spread their buttocks. I look into their dark, inviting cracks and snap my fingers, commanding my slave girl to drop to her knees and lick each one of their asses in turn. She does this willingly of course.

"And while she's doing this I get up off the couch and approach the men. I drop to my knees in front of them and as my slave girl is tending to their rears, I suck their huge cocks one by one. 

"After I've sucked each cock, and my slave girl has licked each ass, I ask the one with the very largest cock -- it must be at least a foot long, thicker than my wrist, and standing up really hard and straight -- I ask him to lay down on his back. Then I straddle him, lowering myself down on him, impaling my cunt on his enormously long and thick cock, bearing down hard. I almost faint as I impale myself on him. I've never been filled like this, never felt it so deep, never been stretched so much.

"Then I snap my fingers again and have my slave girl get behind me and lick my ass. She licks it very willingly, just as she has licked the four others. I'm amazed at how long her tongue is, it seems she manages to get it well into my ass as she probes. I have the other three men gather by my face and suck each of their cocks in turn while I ride the one beneath me, and the slave girl makes a meal out of my bottom.

"Then she pulls her tongue away and rubs some fragrant oil into my crack.

"Now I snap my fingers at the three men standing in front of me. Each knows exactly what to do. The first gets behind me and slides his monstrously oversized stiff cock right up my oiled asshole--"

Lynn suddenly stopped telling her fantasy.

"Is this too much for you, Tommy?" she asked teasingly, snapping him out of his trance.

"Keep talking, Lynn, just keep talking," he said in a raspy, broken voice. Lynn imagined how excited he was, listening to her depraved fantasy as he fisted his cock ferociously.

"So now I'm riding this unbelievably thick twelve-inch cock with my cunt, while right alongside it another huge cock is reaming out my ass. I've never, ever felt so filled in my life!

"As the two of them together fuck me like this, I grab hold of the other two cocks and happily service them with my hungry mouth.

"I have four cocks tending to me, one in my cunt, another in my ass, two more in my hands and my mouth.

"The stud behind me, the one fucking my ass, groans loudly and I can feel his cock throbbing inside my ass. He's filled my bottom with his heavy load of semen, I can feel it spraying into my innards. Afterwards he pulls out and with a snap of my fingers I dismiss him. He's useless now.

"The next stud takes his place. He's even bigger than the one before, I can feel, as he shoves his cock all the way up my ass. My bottom is on fire as I luxuriate in his savage anal assault. And then I feel him throb inside me as more thick, warm spunk pours into my bowels.

"Now he pulls out and a third takes his place. He fucks me for a long, long time until finally he too ejaculates inside me, his spunk joining that already pooled deep inside me.

"The only one left now is the one whom I'm riding with my cunt, the one with the monstrous, foot long cock. So now I lift myself up off him, take hold of his cock, move it an inch back to what is now my wide-open asshole, and sinking down hard, grip his massively thick shaft with my well-exercised anal muscles.

"I ride him like this until he, too, sprays his nectar deep inside me.

"Then I dismiss him with an arrogant snap of my fingers.

"I'm still up on the couch, on elbows and knees, with my bottom sticking out. I tell my slave girl to get behind and lick me there. And while she patiently licks my rear the spunk of four virile sex slaves drips out of my ass into her mouth. She tells me there is an ancient belief among her Island people that the ingestion of semen gives a woman health and a long life. And so I ask her to retain some in her mouth, not to swallow all of it. Then I turn around and have her carefully drip what is left from her mouth to mine, swallowing it greedily."

There was a long pause now.

"That's pretty wild, Lynn," Tommy said. "I have to admit, you've just about blown my mind."

"Wait, it's not over. There's more to this fantasy."

"Well don't keep me breathless with suspense."

"Now the slave girl reaches into a closet and takes out an enormous strap-on dildo. It's amazingly life-like and actually bigger than any of the four cocks I've just enjoyed. She straps it on to me as I stare into the full-length mirror, seeing myself now with a huge cock! The servant girl falls back on the couch and spreads her legs wide. I stare at her dusky cunt as she beckons me with a finger and a wicked smile. I press my face between her legs and devour her sweet-smelling, perfectly etched little pussy, so wonderfully moist and delightful to lick. Next I bring my tongue an inch lower and flicker it over the raised ridge of her vivid little anus. Then I get between her legs and slide 'my cock' inside her, fucking her savagely until she cries out in climax.

"After I pull out she turns around and rubs some more of the fragrant oil between her own dark buttocks this time. Then she reaches back and holds herself open as I stare at her slick, nut brown asshole. My rubber cock seems like it must be bigger than any real one. So I hesitate. But the slave girls keeps wagging that finger, keeps wiggling her sexy bottom in my face. So I kneel behind her and work that awesomely thick rubber phallus right up her rectum as she squeals in utter delight. I reach around and finger her pussy while I fuck her ass until she climaxes again.




Talk To Me!



"Finally I pull out and she unstraps the dildo. Then she gently pushes me down on my back and spreads my legs apart, once again expertly feasting on my pussy as she brings me to yet another sensational climax. And that, Tommy, is the end of my fantasy."

There was silence. Lynn couldn't believe she had shared this most recent fantasy of hers with her brother. She had been conjuring up this on for weeks now every time she masturbated.

"That is pretty incredible," Tommy said.

"My pussy's all wet. Telling you about it, confessing it to you, it was so exciting!" Lynn confessed.

"And my cock was about to explode. I'm glad you came to an end when you did."

"Why? Don't you want your cock to explode?"

"Sure, but not yet. The night is young. I don't know about you, Lynn, but I have some time on my hands. Can you stand to be on the phone with me for a while longer?"

"As long as you want. Roger won't be back for hours."

"And Cathy not until late in the evening."

"How lucky for us," she purred.

"I'll say."

"Now I want you to tell me one of your
 fantasies, Tommy. A really hot one. I just want to sit back and listen to you."

"And play with yourself while you're listening, I hope?"

"Of course! So go ahead and start talking."

"This is one I've had for a while, and it's about you and your sister," he said.

"Me and my sister!" she exclaimed, bristling with curiosity.

"You know how Cathy can be sometimes, real willful, like she owns the world--"

"A royal bitch, you mean," Lynn interrupted.

"Yeah, I was trying to be tactful," Tommy laughed.

"No need for that, I know her better than anyone," Lynn said. There was no love lost between the two sisters. In Lynn's view Cathy had always been a spoiled brat. She wanted things her way, and she never did her share. Lynn had often wondered how Tommy stood it sometimes, having been with them often, and seeing how dismissive and selfish her sister could so often be to her husband.

"Okay, here goes," he began. "I come home from work one day and walk upstairs to the bedroom. I hear the TV is on and figure Cathy is up there, as usual, watching a soap opera or something. And that's just what I find up there. Except Cathy isn't really watching TV. No, what she's doing is playing with herself, her legs spread wide apart. All she's wearing is a T-shirt.

"The room is a total mess, as usual. Cathy never cleans up anything herself. She waits for the cleaning lady to come by once a week. I glare at her but she ignores me.

" 'Look at this shithole!" I bark at her. 'Is this what you do all day? Lay around and jerk off instead of cleaning the place up?'

"She tells me to go fuck myself and quit bothering her. She's perfectly happy beating off and she'd rather not be disturbed. So I walk up to her slap her face, which shocks her. I tell her I'm sick and tired of all her games. Then I reach down and take hold of her T-shirt, tugging hard on it. She pulls away from me and so I tear it off her, the T-shirt ripping at the seams and exposing her breasts. She tells me to leave her alone and go jerk off myself. So now I grab hold of both of her exposed breasts, squeezing them hard, forcing her off the bed.

" 'Let go of my tits!' she yells at me but I ignore her, slapping her face again, harder this time. Then I push her to the floor, on her knees. Suddenly the challenge disappears from her expression as she goes limp and kneels in front of me. I rebuke her for the place being a fucking mess whenever I come home, while I slave away at work all day. She apologizes meekly, whispering that's she's sorry. I tell her that sorry isn't good enough, that she needs to be punished. Her eyes light up when she hears this.

" 'Punished?' she asks me. 'What do you mean?'

"I explain that she needs to be punished for laying around in all this filth playing with your pussy when she should be getting the place all nice and tidy and ready for her family. Then I sit down on the edge of the bed and tell her to get over my knees, which she obediently does. I stare down at her ass. It looks more appealing than ever, exposed and vulnerable like this, with her draped over my knees.

"Then I bring my hand down sharply on her taut buttocks as she winces and tells me it stings. I tell her it needs to sting some more and begin spanking her really hard until her quivering buttocks are a deep shade of pink.

"I ask her if she's sorry and she says she is, to please forgive her. I tell her I might, but only after she's been punished further. So now I push her down to the floor again and reach into my briefcase for a pair of handcuffs. She stares at them with wide-open eyes, trembling, as I cuff her wrists behind her back. Then I walk up in front of her and slap her tits again, calling her a filthy whore who loves to flaunt it, warning her never to flaunt it before anyone but her husband."

Her sister, Lynn knew, could be a merciful flirt, and she'd seen her flaunting it many, many times, though it was all show. Deep down, Lynn knew her sister was too timid to ever do anything about it.

"On her knees now, her wrists handcuffed behind her, she now shuffles over to me, dragging herself over on the rug, trying to reach for my cock with her mouth. I slap her face again, and ask her whether I've given her permission to suck my cock. She meekly admits that I haven't. I tell her I'll decide what she can and cannot suck and lick. So now I turn around and stick my butt in her face, reaching back to spread 'em, telling her that's what I want her to lick.

"She gasps when she realizes what I'm commanding her to do."

Lynn knew her sister never went down on men's asses; she'd admitted that much to her, saying that was one thing she'd never do to a guy. Here was another way the two sisters were so very different. So Lynn understood why Tommy would be bringing this into his fantasy.

"She balks, so I slap her face again, then reach back to force her face between my buttocks. Suddenly she starts lapping away at my asshole, panting loudly, eager to obey now. Finally I reach back again and roughly push her away from my butt, turning to face her. She looks up at me pleadingly, down on her knees, her hands behind her, handcuffed. Now I wave my dick as I tell her to beg for it, which she does, pleading to have a taste of my cock. But I'm not ready to give it to her, instead slapping her face with it."

Lynn, excited beyond belief hearing all this, could only imagine such a scene. She knew her brother had a really big, thick, hard cock and the idea of him slapping her petulant, willful sister across the face with the rigid shaft made her own clit tingle.

"I tell her to stand up and bend over. She looks so utterly submissive now, her bottom pink from the spanking, her wrists cuffed behind her back. I ask Cathy to describe herself to me. She tells me she's just a slut, a tramp, a filthy, nasty little bitch who deserves to be treated like the whore that she is, to be punished and shown her place.

"I start spanking her again as she begs me to spank her harder. Then I reach into my briefcase and pull out a buttplug. Do you know what that is, Lynn?"

"Sure, Tommy, I know what a buttplug is," Lynn said. She'd never handled one or had one used on her. But she'd seen pictures of them in men's magazines and also seen them in those stores that sold sex toys.

"It's a big, fat buttplug too and I make sure Cathy has a good look. She trembles as she stares at it, asking me in an anxious voice what I'm going to do with it. I tell her to shut the fuck up and wait and see. I'll do what I want. Now I reach over to the dresser for Cathy's jar of Vaseline. She's always using it on her skin, though I've imagined better uses for it. Now I tip the buttplug into the Vaseline and tell her to bend over even more, until she's almost jackknifing her body.

"Her hands are handcuffed behind her but her fingertips are still free, so I tell her hold her cheeks open for me. Then I shove the big plug right up her ass as she squirms and squeals, telling me how big it is and how it's really filling her up. I tell her to shut the fuck up; I'll do all the talking.

"Now that the plug is inside her I walk up to her face and tell her that now she may suck my cock. She wraps her lips around it in a frenzy as I demand that she swallow it, pressing her head against it and forcing her to take it all the way down her throat. Finally I push her head away and tell her to bend way over again, so her head is almost touching the floor.

"I take a stiff leather paddle out of my briefcase and let her see it as she gasps at the sight, again asking me what I'm going to with it. And again I tell her to shut her big mouth. I stand behind her now, staring at the base of the plug sticking out her ass. And then I begin paddling her. She howls and squeals as I tenderize her bottom some more. Before she was a bright pink. Now her buns are turning a nice shade of red.

"Then I go into my closet and take out four neckties. You know how the bed in our bedroom is a four-poster, Lynn? I remove the handcuffs as Cathy gets up on the bed on wobbly knees. I take two ties and tie them to her wrists, the other two ends to the bedposts. I do the same with the other two ties, attaching them to her ankles and the two posts. Now she is restrained in a spread-eagled position, her legs flexed all the way and spread wide apart, the black base of the buttplug visible between her cheeks.

"Finally I'm ready to give my wife another big surprise, and that means it's time for you to enter the fantasy, Lynn."

"Me? Little old me?" Lynn kidded, but in fact she was literally trembling with intense arousal and curiosity, hearing Tommy's story about dominating Cathy, putting her sister through the paces. He had said that Lynn was part of this fantasy, and she had been waiting to hear just what part she would play.

"Yes you, Lynn. I brought you home with me and you've been standing out in the hallway, watching all this through a crack in the door. Now I invite you to join me and my wife, spread-eagled, plugged, and thoroughly spanked and paddled, laying there utterly helpless and submissive. She gasps when she catches sight of you, her face turning red from the excruciating embarrassment of having herself seen by you like this, in such an utterly helpless state.

"You stand there imperiously, hands on your hips, smiling at her sneeringly. But you're not merely standing there, you also happen to be dressed for the occasion. You're wearing a garter belt and hose, and red patent leather stiletto high heels. And, on top, a lacy half-bra with your nipples showing."

Lynn's excitement went up another notch hearing her described decked out like this. She'd never dressed that way, but she'd fantasized it. And now here was her brother inserting her into his fantasy done up just that way. 

"Your sister stares at you, a look of utter shock on her face. Now you and I turn to each other, Lynn, and start making love right in front of your sister. We take our time. You suck my cock and I lick your pussy, we make love lovingly, tenderly, we savor one another. We fuck in every possible position right next to Cathy, ignoring her as she watches, fascinated and horrified and helpless, bound and spread-eagled as she is forced to watch her husband have sex with her own sister. Finally I fuck you up the ass. When I pull out I bring my cock up to Cathy's face and tell her suck it. She complains that it's just been buried all the way up your ass. You sneer at her, telling her that's exactly why she should suck it. She hesitates. You slap her face, hard, and she obeys, sucking my cock as she stares at you in disbelief. You keep reminding her, as she sucks it, that it's just been buried all the way up your butt, and that it felt so good up there. That you, unlike your sister, were more than happy to take my cock up your ass. And that she's about to finally see for herself what that's like. The buttplug stuffed up her ass is just a foretaste.

"Finally I pull my cock away, reach into my briefcase and pull out something else, something that figured in your fantasy too, Lynn, a strap-on dildo. I ask you to strap it to yourself."

It was rather amazing, Lynn thought, that at the end of her own fantasy she, too, had a dildo strapped to herself and had fucked her slave girl with it, and in Tommy's fantasy she was now to be decked out with a rubber cock too. Lynn had never said anything to her sister about having sex with women and so Tommy had no reason to assume she ever had. He decided to make it up as part of his fantasy. The remarkable thing was that it fit in so well with her own. But Tommy must've guessed that the idea of punishing and dominating her older sister would've appealed deeply to Lynn. And having her join him in sexually tormenting his wife, donning a big rubber cock as part of it, seemed like a natural idea.

"You joke how you 'love having a cock,' saying you're hung almost as big as me. Cathy, meanwhile, can't keep her eyes off you and your cock, wondering what's in store for her. Well, a lot more is in store.

"Now, wearing your dildo, you pick up the paddle and whip the shit out of your sister's bottom. The way her ankles are attached to the bedposts, her butt is lifted high and nice and exposed for you as you tenderize it some more. Then you step to her face and shove your rubber cock between her lips, all the way down her throat, making her swallow it. She blushes a deep red as she mouths your cock and stares up at you."

Lynn's cunt was literally a waterfall as she listened to this astounding fantasy, a fantasy which was now placing her right in its center. Doing something she in fact would've loved to do, to sexually dominate and torment her overbearing sister. 

"Then you pull that dildo strap aside and sit on Cathy's face, making her eat your ass. She tries to avoid that. It's one thing having her husband force her to eat his ass, but to have her younger sister feeding it to her is more than she can stand. But you don't give her much choice, pinching her nipples hard as she finally slides her wet tongue between your buttocks.

"After she's paid your ass sufficient tribute with her tongue, you bring the five-inch stiletto heel of your shoe to her mouth and make her suck it, as though she were sucking a cock. Another torment for Cathy, another she is forced to endure.

"And while she's licking the sole of your shoe, sucking its long heel, I tear the buttplug out of her ass, kneel between her legs and fuck her right up the ass. She howls when she feels my thick cock fill her ass. She's never taken it up the butt before, she'd always refused. But she's in no position to refuse anything now. Neither does she want to, transformed finally into an obedient, willing sex slave for her husband and her sister."

"I guess we both have fantasies about having sex slaves, huh Tommy?" Lynn said, pointing out that her fantasy also involved a woman who was there to sexually serve Lynn's whims. 

"I guess so," Tommy said, then continued his depraved tale. "You watch me fuck Cathy's ass, content that first I fucked yours. Then I pull out, and suggest you take my place. You don't even bother with your sister's pussy, shoving it right up her ass instead, slapping her tits while you sodomize her. I lazily fist my cock as I watch you fuck my wife. Finally I take pity on my wife and free up one of her hands. Immediately she drops it to her pussy which she starts rubbing desperately as you continue to fuck her ass with your big rubber cock. A few more stokes and she brings herself to a violent climax, stronger than any she's ever experienced.

"You pull out of her and both of us bring our cocks up to her face. Now she is forced to suck your cock, one that's been up her own ass. Yesterday she would've fainted in shock just at the thought of it, but now she sucks away eagerly, even greedily. Meanwhile I lazily fist myself, cumming all over my wife's face as she continues to suck your dick. Now you unstrap the dildo and plant your pussy right over your sister's face. Her face is smothered with my cum, and you feel it on your pussy, sticky against your thighs, as she licks your cunt and beings you to another climax."

There was a moment of silence now.

"And that, Lynn, is my fantasy,"

"Whew!" Lynn gasped. "Listening to you tell me all that, my pussy's as wet as a dishrag!"

"I wish I had that wet pussy of yours right here, right now," he told her.

"And I wish I had your hard cock right before my very eyes."

But Lynn was in Texas and Tommy was in Ohio. Hundreds of miles separated them from each other.

"What would you do to that cock if you had it over there now?" Tommy probed.

"Oh, I know what'd I'd do with it, alright. First I'd hold it in my hand and just stare at it, admiring it. Cathy once bragged you carried eight thick inches down there? That true?"

"Eight inches on the nose," he told her.

"Yeah, eight thick ones," she said. "First I'd kiss every one of those eight inches. Next I'd bring my tongue lower and start licking your balls, slowly dragging my tongue up the length of your shaft until I had my lips wrapped around you. Then I'd give you a blow-job you'd never forget!"

Just mouthing those words, saying this to him, made her clit throb.

"After that I'd turn you over, spread apart those hard, smooth buns of yours I still remember from the beach that time--

Lynn was certain Tommy remembered that view they had of each other in the buff at the nude beach that time as vividly as she did.

"-- and gobble up your hot ass."

"You are nasty, Lynn, do you know that?"

"I know it!" she said. "At least I'm nasty with you, Tommy. I could never talk like this to my husband in a million years. But who knows, maybe I couldn't talk this way to you either if we were face to face right now. But on the phone, like this--

"All inhibitions are lifted, huh?" he said, completing her thought.

"Exactly... and you, Tommy? What would you do to my pussy?"

"Real, real slowly, I'd run my tongue up the smooth skin of your long legs, Lynn, until I had my face between them. And then I'd make a meal of you; I'd feast on you for hours--"

"Oh God, Tommy! It makes me so hot to hear you say that. Roger, he hardly ever goes down on me anymore."

"And then I'd turn you over--"

"And do what?" she interrupted, her voice trembling.

"I'd drill your asshole with my tongue, I'd get it nice and ready."

"Ready for what?" she asked, nearly panting.

"Ready for my cock!" he hissed into the receiver. "But first I'd take good care of your pussy, Lynn. I'd fuck it in every position you ever imagined, and some you never even thought of."

"Oh Tommy! You're really freaking me out!"

"Do you want me to fuck you, Lynn?"

"Yes!!! Yes!!! Fuck the shit out of me!!! she howled into the phone.

"I'm fucking you, Lynn, I"ve got my cock deep inside you."

"Do it, Tommy! Do it! Do it!"

"I'm doing it. Your legs are wrapped around me and you're digging your nails into my back. It's so deep, Lynn, it's so deep."

"Do it deeper!" she pleaded. "Deeper! Harder!"

She couldn't believe it! They were hundreds of miles from each other, and yet it felt to Lynn as though Tommy were right there, actually doing it to her, fucking her.

"Your cunt feels so tight, it feels so good, Lynn," he whispered huskily into the mouthpiece.

"Oh Tommy! I'm cumming! You're making me cum!!! she panted into the phone. And then all he could hear was her moaning, her groans. She could hardly hold on to the phone, her knees week, her whole body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. And she was soaked. Her pussy was like a wet swamp after a flood. Even her thighs were damp from all of that flowing down her legs. 




Talk To Me!



"Oh God, Tommy. You got me off! You got me off over the phone! I've never done anything like this. I guess this really must count as cheating, huh? My brother getting me off while my husband is away?"

"I think so, Lynn. That's probably the way my wife would look at it."

"Imagine, imagine if Cathy could hear us now."

They both laughed over that, enjoying the transgression, feeling good about it, about what they were doing.

"What about you, Tommy. You haven't cum yet, have you?"

"Oh, when I cum, you'll know it."

"Tommy, I'm going to pick up the cordless and go to the bathroom. I need to take a pee now that you made me cum. You can join me if you want."

And he did join her as she took the phone to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet.

"I'm pissing now, Tommy, can you hear it?" she asked.

"Yeah, I can hear it."

Somehow having Tommy 'listening' to her piss like this excited her, it seemed so intimate.

"Bet you wish you had that slave girl over there to wipe you dry with that soft, silk cloth?" he said, reminding her of her fantasy. She was impressed that he remembered that detail.

"Yeah, that might be nice."

"Or maybe my wife, down on her knees, wiping you dry with her tongue," he hissed at her, conjuring up a thoroughly obscene image.

"I'm sure Cathy would be very good at it," she said as they cackled wickedly, imagining the scene.

She wiped herself dry and returned to the bedroom.

"I'm back on my bed, what're we going to do now, Tommy?

Lynn liked the way she was constantly saying her brother's name and he was saying hers. It was bringing them even closer together, making all this even more intimate.

"I'm thinking of that pretty asshole of yours Lynn, the one I licked before," he said. "It's time to do something else to it now."

"And I bet I know exactly what that something else is. So just tell me what you want me to do, what you want to do to me."

"Get up on your elbows and knees, and stick your bottom out for me."

"I'm doing it."

"Now spit into your hand and bring your hand back there, and rub it around."

He could hear her spit.

"I'm rubbing it, I'm rubbing it all over!"

"Okay Lynn, I'm getting behind you now. Reach back and spread them wide open for me now."

"I'm spreading 'em!"

"Here I go, I'm rubbing the tip all over your slick asshole."

"I feel it! I feel it!"

"Now I'm pushing it inside, I'm forcing it inside your ass!"

Having heard her fantasy about being sodomized by four men in succession earlier, Tommy knew this was something that would really push Lynn's button.

"Okay Lynn, what I want you to do now is to take a couple of your fingers and reach back and work them up into your asshole," he told her. Lynn loved this, being told what to do by him. She was having an actual part to play in this fantasy. And so she wet a couple of fingers in her pussy this time, still completely drenched, then brought those fingers back and slid them right up her ass.

"I'm doing it, I've got them inside!"

"Now make believe those fingers are my cock."

"They are, Tommy, they're your cock. Fuck me with that cock now. Shove it up my ass! Slam it in there!"

And Lynn rammed her own fingers up her own ass, imagining those fingers were Tommy's eight inch dick.

"Your ass is so tight, Lynn, so warm, so cozy."

"It's tight for you, Tommy. My husband, he never bothers to even think about fucking me like that anymore."

"How do you like it back there? Do you like it gentle, or do you like it rough, Lynn?"

"Rough! Rough! Fuck my ass like you mean it, Tommy! Don't show me any mercy! I want it hard and deep and nasty! So sodomize me, Tommy. Tear my asshole wide open!"

Digging two fingers of one hand up her ass, she had the other hand between her legs, three fingers inside the flooded vagina, her thumb rubbing her clit. She imagined Tommy now, his fist wrapped around the thick girth of his rigid cock.

"I'm close, Lynn, I'm going to cum deep inside your ass!"

"Yes! yes! Cum Tommy, cum! I'm cumming too. I'm cumming again!"

"Here it is," he groaned.

"Do it! Do it! Fill my bottom with your spunk, Tommy!"

Back in Ohio the semen was squirting out of the tip of Tommy's cock, while down in Texas his sister was quivering like crazy, the spasms of her pleasure yet again completely overwhelming her.

"Did you get off really nicely?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was so strong."

"So was mine, so was mine!"

They both went silent for a few moments, regaining their breath and their composure.

"This was something else, huh Tommy?"

"It sure was."

"We'll have to do it again."

"You just tell me when, Lynn."

"We'll work it out, you and I. The next time I know Roger's going out to play golf I'll let you know. Maybe you can get Cathy to go shopping or something and we can call each other?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"A good one, huh?"

Since that first, scorching session of phone-sex Lynn and her brother couldn't wait for those opportunities when they could be on the phone in private. The problem was that both Lynn's husband and Tommy's wife had to be away at the same time, and so only a few occasions for such conversations had arisen. But they sure were worth the wait, each a smoldering encounter of the hottest imaginable phone talk which left Lynn quaking from multiple climaxes and Tommy shooting huge loads into a towel.

They urged each other on, making believe they were doing it with one another, that's how it always ended up. But first, in keeping with a tradition that began with their first round of phone sex, they started off by sharing a fantasy. Now they were on the phone again, and once more it was time to share.

"You go first, Tommy," Lynn said. "I feel like listening to you. So go ahead and turn me on. Make my pussy wet."

"Okay," Tommy began, "This one's about my sister, Karen."


Karen was Tommy's younger sister, and she was a lesbian. Karen was a cute young thing too, though butch, with a short haircut and a boyish body. She never put on any make-up and always wore men's clothes. Lynn liked Karen and always got along with her. Though her sister and Tommy's did not get along at all. The two sisters never connected, and Cathy always used to make fun of Karen, calling her that 'little flat-chested dyke.' That was one more gripe Tommy had about his wife. He didn't appreciate the way she treated his sister, a sister to whom he felt very close.

"This may surprise you, and even shock you, Lynn, but I've always had a thing for my sister, though I've known all along that she was a dyke. Still I'd have these fantasies of making it with her and imagining that I'd be able to impress Karen with what a man could do for her. Of course it's always just been a fantasy. The other thing, Lynn, is that my sister really likes you. And not just likes you, she has a real crush on you, she's admitted as much to me."

This stunned Lynn a little, though she had noticed that Karen had always been very attentive to her, and seemed to brighten up whenever Lynn was around.

"I've teased Karen about it and she's told me that you really get her blood boiling, that she'd just love to have a piece of you if she could. Of course she hates Cathy, they don't get along at all."

This was beginning to sound very interesting to Lynn.

"So my fantasy involves you and my sister, and it's pretty twisted."

"The more twisted the better, Tommy," Lynn told him, eager to hear about it. "Tell me more."

"Okay, my sister's been talking about you a lot, how you arouse her, how she'd give anything to have sex with you. Too bad you're married, she says. I've seen how she's undressed you with her eyes when you weren't looking so I know she's telling me the truth. So one day I tell her that I've been having an affair with you. She's shocked to hear it, but pleased, since she hates Cathy and me cheating on your sister makes her feel good. Then I tell her I think I can fix it so that you might be willing to make it with her. Naturally she's very curious to know more. So I tell her that I'm sure I can get you to do it with her, since I happen to know that you're bi and that you've said my sister turns you on.

"Karen is beside herself hearing this, but there's a catch, I tell her. I've teased her before about how she should try it with a man sometime, and that I'd be happy to volunteer. She's always taken such talk in good spirit, assuming, of course, that I was just kidding. And until right now, I have been. Karen and I have always been kind of fresh with each other like that. But now I tell her that maybe, if she was just willing to suck my cock, I'd see what I could do about getting you to let Karen eat your pussy.

"She laughs that off, telling me I'm being outrageous. I tell her I'm serious, but she still thinks I'm teasing, saying that, first, I'm her brother. And second, that she's a dyke. And dykes don't suck cock, they eat pussy. So I tell her to suit herself, but that it's too bad because you have a really tasty pussy, and I know how much Karen would love to go down on it. She slaps me playfully, telling me I'm a merciless tease. And I am.

"The next time I see you, Lynn, I tell you how I've teased my sister, how I told Karen she could share you with me, but only if she were willing to suck my cock. You love hearing this and tell me you think it's a great idea. I say too bad that's all it is, an idea. But you disagree. You say you think you can make Karen go along, you sense you have this power over her. So I challenge you to try.

"The next thing I know you pick up the phone and dial her number, telling me to listen closely, that you're going to get my sister to suck my dick. I'm amazed, and skeptical, but I'm keen to hear what you're going to say to her. You get right to the point, telling Karen that she turns you on, and that you've got a really pretty, sweet-tasting pussy for her. But if she wants to eat that pussy she's going to have to eat some cock along with it, my cock. You tell her it's big and hard and tasty, and that you're sure she'll love it once she tries it.

"She explains again that she's a true-blue dyke and that, besides, I'm her brother and that would be incest. You tell her you know all that, but the bottom line is that if she wants some of your fine pussy she's going to have to have some of my cock too.

"There's silence as she says something to you, then you hang up the phone and turn to me, with a very self-satisfied grin on your face. You tell me she's on her way over. I'm amazed at how you managed to seduce my sister with just few words over the phone.

"There's an absolutely wicked gleam in your eye as you tell me that sucking my dick isn't the only thing my sister is going to do for me, far from it. That, in fact, Karen's going to do everything you tell her to do. You know you have her in your sexual thrall and that she'll just be putty in your hands once she comes over.

"An hour later Karen shows up. You tell her to sit down and then before Karen knows what's happening you provocatively take off your clothes in front of her, showing off your sensational body. She's been dying to see it in the buff for years, and since she knew I was having an affair with you she's constantly been asking me to describe your body to her in detail. Now she can see it for herself. And the sight just about makes her drool. You make her drool even more by suddenly throwing yourself back on the bed, spreading your legs wide and showing off your pussy to my sister. The sight of it almost makes Karen faint.

"You ask her if she likes what she sees. My sister's speechless, moving towards your cunt in a trance. But you hold out an arm and stop her advance, telling her that for now she can look but not touch, and certainly not eat. Naturally she's disappointed, desperate to know what she needs to do to get at your prize. You tell her that if she wants some of what she so obviously desires, she's going to have to do something else first, she's going to have go down on me and suck my cock.

"That's my signal as I zip down my pants and show it off to my sister, nice and hard, at full mast. She gasps. She's never seen my cock before fully erect like this. She gazes at it numbly, standing there frozen, unsure whether she's up to the challenge. But you make up her mind for her, getting off the bed and shoving my sister down to her knees. You know she's at your mercy now, and will do what you ask, though she may complain and resist at first. Karen looks at you like you're an idol she would eagerly worship till the end of her days. 

"You demand that she suck my dick, pressing her face to it. Dizzy with lust, unable to resist your demands, my sister wraps her lips around my cock and begins to suck it as you stand over her, watching, a satisfied smirk on your lips. You tease her, telling Karen how she seems to love the taste of my dick and that she probably can't wait to tell all her lesbian friends how she finally went down on a man, her own brother. For a dyke my sister seems to have a good instinct for sucking dick. But she's probably sucked her fair share of dildos.

"Now you tell Karen to kneel behind me and lick my ass. She protests that this going too far, that she thought all she'd have to do was to suck my cock a little. You sneer at her, showing off your cunt right to her face, telling her that if she has any hope of having some of that tasty dish for herself then she better do what you ask. So with a pained look and a deep breath, closing her eyes, she presses her face between my buttocks as you hold them open. She tentatively flickers her tongue against my hole but you tell her she better lick it like she means it, roughly shoving her face against it. Suddenly she's doing just that, lapping away at it skillfully. But, then again, my sister, always game for new girl-girl thrills, has probably licked countless female assholes by now.

"Now you tell her to get up on the bed on elbows and knees, and suggest I get behind my sister and fuck her. Again, she protests, claiming that sucking my cock and eating out my ass should've been enough. After all, she argues, she thought all she'd have to do was to suck my cock some to have a go at your pussy. You tell her you make the rules and the rules have changed. And that if she still wants your pussy, she's going to have to let me fuck her. Again she relents as I kneel behind her, staring down at the slick, inviting and very exposed pussy. Then I take hold of her hips and shove my cock inside.

"You cheer me on, urging me to fuck my sister. Karen can hardly believe what's happening to her but she isn’t protesting. Not at all. Her cunt is warm, wet, tight and inviting. While I'm fucking her you reach into a drawer for your trusty tube of lubricating jelly. My sister's asshole is exposed right above where my cock is filling her cunt, and you squeeze some jelly right out of the tube onto her asshole. She turns back in stunned surprise, wondering what's up. You tell her what's up, that now I'm going to pull it out of her cunt and then shove it right back in, up her ass this time. Now she really protests, saying that letting her own brother fuck her up the butt is going much too far. You try a different tactic now, bringing your lips to Karen's and giving her a warm, sensual kiss that takes her breath away. Then you lift one of your breasts to her face and let her suck the big, corky nipple. She's entranced and her resistance fades. Now I work the jelly around my sister's hole as you press her face to your breasts. She can't and doesn't want to resist any longer.

"You reach around to hold her cheeks open while she keeps sucking your nipples. I aim for the greased hole and slide it right inside. You tell her you're very pleased with her, taking my cock up her ass like this. Then you bring a hand between her legs and start to finger her clit as I fuck her butt. A few moments later she shrieks and howls and trembles as, together, we bring her to orgasm.

"Then you tell me to pull out of her ass, taking hold of my cock and asking my sister to bring her mouth down to it. This time she doesn't hesitate at all. She's drunk on pleasure now and a slave to your whims. You tell her to open her lips wide as you jerk me off into her mouth. My sister's face is covered with my semen and she looks thoroughly obscene. You make sure she can see how obscene she looks, holding a mirror up to her face. She's mesmerized by the sight and embarrassed too, as her cheeks flush pink.

"Finally you lay down on your back and spread your legs wide, telling my sister that now, finally, she is welcome to eat your pussy. She immediately digs in excitedly, going at your pussy like a kid would have a go at an ice cream cone on a hot summer day."

There was a pause as Tommy finished telling Lynn his newest fantasy.

"Wow!" Lynn gasped. "That sure got my blood boiling, and my pussy steaming too!"

"Now it's my turn to lay back and listen," Tommy reminded her.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" she said. "I have a real twisted one for you too, I hope you're going to like it. This one assumes that you married me instead of my sister, and that we're a duo who now and then likes to mix it up with others. We've mixed it up with women and with other couples and now something else is going to happen. But before I go on, I have to ask you something Tommy. All your fantasies involve me having a go at another woman, your wife or your sister or someone else. Obviously you like the thought of me being bi, teaming up with you to do a chick. So let me ask you a question now, and I hope you don't mind. I know you're straight and everything, but have you ever made it with a man? And tell me the truth, okay?"

"No, I haven't. Honest I haven't," he said. "And that is the truth."

"Then I don't know what you're going to think about my fantasy. If it freaks you out too much just tell me to stop. But it's a fantasy I've been thinking about a lot lately, one that really turns me on."

"Well let me hear it, and we'll see," Tommy said, curious.

"Okay, here it is," Lynn began. "We've gone to the beach, you and me. A little while after we get there a young man lays his blanket not far from ours. He's a real cute young guy, sort of delicate, but with a nice, trim smooth body, hardly an ounce of fat on it. I start talking to him. Seems like he just turned eighteen and as a high school graduation gift his parents gave him an expensive touring bike. So he's been biking around the countryside for the past week, and has another week to go before he's done with this trip and has to start his freshman year in college.

"Finally he says goodbye, telling us he still has some miles to cover that day. A few minutes later he returns looking very upset. It seems that someone's taken his bike. We comfort him, telling him we'll give him a lift wherever he needs as soon as we report the theft at the lifeguard station. We decide to stop at our place so he can make some phone calls and figure out what he's going to do next.

"When we get back there's a message for us on the answering machine. It seems they've recovered Troy's bike. Someone just took it for a little joy ride. Naturally Troy is very relieved. But now it's getting dark and it's too late for him to ride anymore. So we tell him he can spend the night at our place, and then get an early start the next morning. He likes that idea and is very grateful, asking us if we'd mind if he used our shower. He's all sandy and salty from the beach. I tell him of course, and once he's in the shower I turn to you, a coy smile on my face.

"We've made it in front of chicks and other couples, but never in front of a guy. So now I hint that might be fun, maybe we can get to make it in front of Troy. He might it get a kick out of it, and I know I sure would. You, though, don't seem so sure. So I know I'm going to have to be the one to initiate this. I let him use the shower next to our bedroom. I bring you into the bedroom while he's still taking a shower and strip off all your clothes, then mine. Troy's clothes are there too so I know he'll have to leave the bathroom to get dressed. And that's what I want, for him to be surprised when he walks in naked and sees the two of us also naked, on our bed. And not just naked, but I want him to see us making it. I slide down and start sucking your cock when I hear him turn off the shower. Now he's drying himself off and I'm still sucking you. And when he walks in he sees me there with my lips wrapped around your dick, gulping you down.




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"I look up at him, my mouth stuffed with your cock. There he is, lean and young and naked, his long straight hair still a little wet. He stands there still as a stone, staring at us, his eyes zeroing in on my mouth saying a big, sloppy hello to your cock. I bet he'd like to say a big hello like that himself, since from the moment I laid my eyes on him I figured him to be gay.

"Now I pull away and cuddle up against you, spreading my legs. Your cock is big and hard, my wet pussy is exposed. Which is he looking at? I’m sure it's your cock. I guessed before that cock, not pussy, was his thing, and now I'm certain of it. You didn't think so. But then straight guys like you are often much worse at judging whether a guy is queer than some of us women. I take hold of your cock and fist it slowly, pressing my lips to your ear and whispering that It would really flip me out if I could watch Troy suck your cock. You look at me, shocked. I've shared my fantasy with you before about how sometimes I think about how exciting it would be to watch two men having sex. But you never thought it had anything to do with you since you're straight all the way.

"I keep whispering in your ear how much I'd love to see him go down on you, I can tell he wants to as badly as I want him to. You look at me strangely, like why am I even bringing this up when I know that you're straight? I try to reassure you, whispering that you won't stop being straight just because you let this young queer suck your cock. And besides, it would really excite the shit out of me to see him do that to you. You still resist, so I keep pleading and begging until you nod, relenting. Naturally I'm thrilled!

"Then I turn to Troy and ask him whether maybe he'd like to try 'sucking my husband's cock?' He blushes as he nods that he would. So I wave him forward, inviting him to our bed. He hesitates a moment, then he takes your cock in his hand and starts sucking it. You're shocked but your dick stays hard. I cuddle up against you and we kiss as I take one of your hands and put it on my breasts, wanting you to know how close I feel to you, how much you're turning me on right now by letting me see this queer suck your dick. 

"His head is bobbing up and down, your cock in his mouth. I reach over with a hand and press down on his neck, forcing him to swallow your cock, to take it all the way down his throat. Men like him are supposed to do this all the time and I know how much you love that deep throat action. You drop a hand between my legs to see that I'm drenched and that my clit is as big and hard as a marble. That's because I'm so turned on seeing you get your dick sucked by this cute young queer. I almost feel like I'm getting my dick sucked too, that's how close I feel to you. You're my man, my sexy rugged man, with that big, thick, beautiful cock of yours. Troy's the queer, lucky to get a taste of you, lucky that I'm willing to share.

"And now more luck is going to come his way.

"While he keeps giving you head I slide down behind him and spread open his buttocks. He's got silky smooth buns, like a boy's. I stare at his hole, thinking of all the stiff ones that have probably been forced up into it. Then I think that yours is going to be next, Tommy, your thick one. I smile to myself, knowing how much this cute queer is going to love having you slam it up his bottom. And how much I'm going to love seeing you do him like that. If you think watching him go down on you thrilled me, wait'll see you see how crazy it'll make me to see you fuck his hot, young ass!

"I hold him open and spit in into his crack. No mercy for Troy. I get all nice and greased and carefully prepped when you do my ass, but all Troy over here is going to get is a little of my saliva. I rub it in, ramming a stiff finger up his hole, then a second. He opens up for my probing fingers; the young slut is used to it.

"Then I get him up on his knees and tell him to raise it high. He looks so good like that, his smooth bottom exposed and vulnerable. You join me now, kneeling behind him, your cock so stiff it looks like it's going to burst. I take hold of your cock and rub the tip against his slick hole, telling you how much I want to see you fuck him, telling him to get ready to take a thick stiff one up his horny queer ass.

" 'Shove it in, baby!' I hiss at you as you take hold of his hips and slam it right up his ass. No going slow and easy with this helpless young queer. No! You just screw the shit out of his tight little butt You love it, and he craves it, craves having your cock buried in his bottom. I hold him open so I can see his asshole stretched around your cock. I never get to see my own stretched like that when you screw my butt, so I really appreciate the sight. And while I'm having a good look and you're ravaging his bottom I reach down to see his cock is nice and stiff. The pretty queer has himself a big one too. I take pity on him and fist his stiff shaft while you keep screwing him and he pushes back frenziedly against your rugged thrusts. Young Troy is in heaven, taking it like a real champ from you while I give him a hand job. Having a woman fist his bone is not anything he expected, but he sure isn't complaining and he sure is staying nice and stiff.

"Now I reach into a drawer and take out my big strap-on, the one I like to use on women when you and I double up on a slut. Well this time we're doubling up on a male slut. I kneel by his face and feed him my big rubber dick while you and I share a satisfied smile, Tommy, a couple having fun with our young plaything. Now I ask if you'd mind stepping aside and letting me have a turn with him. Graciously, you pull out and I take over, slamming my rubber cock up his dilated hole, the one you opened up so nicely with your vicious thrusts.

"After I've had my way with him, I pull out and let you take over again. You shove it in hard, pushing him down off his knees and flat on his stomach. Now you really pulverize his tight, young ass, doing push-ups on him as you pin him down. He groans and claws at the bed sheets as you fuck the shit out of his helpless, vulnerable ass. When you fuck my butt, even when you're rough, you're gentle. Not so with Troy. He's a stud, a queer eager to submit to your rough cockwork. You're in total control as you pummel him, savagely slamming it deep into his bottom. The poor thing is squirming like crazy as you jackhammer his butt.

"Now I unstrap the dildo and get on my knees next to Troy. I grease up my ass for you and beg you to fuck mine now. So you pull out of him and slide that cock of yours up my bottom. And that's what you keep on doing as the two of us just lie there, face down, at your mercy. You go back and forth, fucking our bottoms, giving your cock and our asses a serious workout. Troy and I look at each other as we're worked over in turn like this; we love submitting to your dual anal assault. 

"Finally I can tell that you're close, so I have the two of you kneel by my face, taking your cocks in my hand. Now I suck Troy’s cock, showing him that a mouth is a mouth. He's not used to a female going down on him, but he sure seems to have no problem with it now. Then I suck your cock, going back and forth between the two of you until, finally, at the same exact moment you blast your loads all over my face.

"I couldn't be happier. I've got two loads of cum splattered all over me. My ass has been ruggedly screwed. And I've had one of my big, big fantasies fulfilled. I've watched my horny, masculine stud fuck the shit out of a cute young queer."

There was a long silence after she finished.

"What do you think?" she asked, hoping she didn't freak him out too much.

"What do I think?" he repeated. "I think you have one hell of an imagination, Lynn."

"Why thank you, Tommy, you don't have so bad an imagination yourself," Lynn said, chuckling

"Okay, now that we've shared a couple of fantasies, what's next, Lynn?" 

"What's next is that you fuck me, Tommy."

"Fuck you? How? Where?"

"Where? How about right in my butt!" Lynn hissed at him, pure lust in her voice. "And how? Rough, that's how. And maybe you'd like to tie me up before you sodomize me. And for lubrication let's skip the grease or the jelly. Just spread open my cheeks and spit right on my asshole. Then shove it all the way in, Tommy, and show me what your big cock can do for a nasty slut’s bottom. Ream out my asshole, stud! I want to feel it, Tommy, really feel it!"



Talk to Me Straigh



I was once invited to attend this party in a posh club in makati, manila, philippines.yeah, yeah, you'll see all the goodlooking models you could ever see. women were mostly tall, skinny and pretentious while the male models were of course trying hard to sounbd intelligent and straight. believe me...8 out of 10 male models are bI or even gay! I greeted the host of the party. he was so busy that he just told me to go grab myself some booze and enjoy myself. suddnely, an old friend of mine comes up to me and says hello. his name was john. he's chinese and he's definitely straight. with him was his friend named Stuart. he was goodlooking. robert downey look?a?like. good built and he was wearing the typical manila straight guy would wear when going clubbing. greeted each other hello and started to chit chat.

 after a few minutes, a model pulled me out of the conversation coz she was dying to introduce me to her friend who likes me a lot. she was hot. you bet she was. she was about 5'10, dark and was heavy on the breasts size. but I dnt know. I was not that interested in her for I was getting curious with Stuart. I excused myself from her and walked back to where Stuart and my friends were chit chatting. as I walked back towards them, our eyes met. he looked hot as he drank his scotch and at the same time staring at me. when I reached them , we started talking again. now, it was only him and i. he asked how fun is it be a model. he asked if I get laid all the time. I told him that yeah it was fun and I do get tons of offer every now and then both from women and rich businessman...and of course I made it look like I dnt dig guys so I made fun of the ruch businessmen who ask me out all the time ( who I turn down all the time as well).we were both laughing. I dnt know how but out of nowhere the topic threesome came up. he asked if I experienced 2 girls at the same time and I said "yeah, I even experienced 2 guys and 1 girl too" just to check how he would react. that was very brave of me but I had to do that to find out if this guy really is curious.you bet he was! he said "damn man, thats my ultimate fantasy! double penetration!". then things went back to normal for there was something going on in the first floor. like a dance thing or something that grabbed everybody's attention.nothing was happening and I still have a pictorial the next day for a famous fashion mag in singapore so I had to beg of...

after a few weeks, I called him up and checked on him . asked him if he wants to chill. and again...out of nowhere, the sex topic came up again. he complained that he is sexually frustrated that he to jack off 4 times that day. I told him that I havent been getting laid too so I told him that we should meet up and hire a gilr for us to both fuck at the same time. 

we met up that night. he picked me up at starbucks and we both were checking out the girls that we both know and whom we think will go for a threesome. the ones I know are in thailand and he dsnt know anybody. "well" he said "I guess we should stick to plan A! hire a fucking cunt!".

we drove along the streets of manila and the girls that we saw were either yucky and disgusting. 

we were frustrated and pulled over near a cafe. he asked me if I was all set for tonighht and I yelled " yeah!". he told me that everything is getting to be frustrating. he said that he was getting horny as hell. I told him that maybe we could go back to my place and call up a friend of mine who's beautiful and hot. I acted as if I just remembered and said "c'mon dude, lets go back to my place. her number is in my black book!".

we went to my place. told him to feel comfy and I played an x?rated tape for him to watch while I look for the black book. 

after a few mins, I went back and sat beside him (with a few inches away from him) and told him that my friend is not answering the fone. he got more frustrated. well, I guess we will have to settle for this hot video of yours. 

I said " cool".

after a few minutes of watching, I bravely told him that I am jacking off. I took my enormous dick out and he was shocked. all he said was "ok...".

while I was stroking myself, I got the lube and used it to make my stroking better. I can see him take a fast look at my dick and return to watching the video. 

finally, he said " shit man, I gotta jack off too. ". there he took out his big dick. his pubes were thick and reddish (he was part filipino?american). I found that hot. he was moaning and his dickhead was swelling.

I was thinking of grabbing his dick and stroke it for him but I resisted. you know. the culture in the philippines sucks. people are so close?minded.

but then something straneg happened. he looked at me and he moved closer to me. he said he needed lube. upon hearing that, I reached on my right side to get the lube...but as I was raching for it...thre he was stroking my cock. I stopped and looked at him. he then said " I told u...I needed lube". damn, he has a way of "lube?ing" himself. I though that was it but then another surprise came. he grabbed my hand and made me cup his bowls. he spread his legs and there I was fingering this hot hunk!

he was moaning. he was saying " shit man, this is my second time with a man and damn sure this aint gonna be the last...you are so hot man....fuck me, dude!".

I got quiet but I ddnt go dumb. I stood up, spread his legs and slowly fucked this frat guy. he was liking it. he wanted me to go faster and so I did. 

I let him lead and so did he. he grabbed my hair as I fucked him and kissed me. our tounges were wrestling and I liked it. I licked his pinkish nipples and kissed him passionately.

I was fucking him so hard that I was ready to cum. I asked him if I should pull it out but he ddnt want me to. 

"fuck, fuck, fuck, ffffffffffffff.......fuck....fuck...". I blew my load inside him and he loved it. he fingered himelf and and fed himself my cum. I loved looking at him lick his finger clean. he loved my cum.

he ddnt cum yet so I asked him what he wanted me to do. he told me that he loves to lick ass. from thatstatemen t alone, I bent over and spread my cheeks. he licked me. rimmed me to the max. he was stroking himself as I moaned with the pleasure his toungue was giving me! 

"yeah, I want you...damn, I really want you...yeah...your ass tastes great...yeah....".

my dick got rock hard again. he was enjoying it. 

then he started to yell that he's coming and so did i...

we were cursing each other "fuck u, stuart! fuck you!...yeah...yeah....fuckk....aaaaaaaahhhhh...dammmmmmmmmn it!...

I came and so did he. 

we both lay down on my bed and the next morning, he greets me with a kiss and told me "damn, whoever says that your first is the best is wrong...!"