4 comments/ 35653 views/ 6 favorites Tracy Does Tom By: Millsy Tom hadn't changed a bit since the last time we'd had one of Rob's family garden barbecues. It's not often we get the chance with British weather being what it is. You can't plan anything as you can pretty much guarantee it will bucket down with rain if you do, and if you try and arrange things on the spur of the moment after a positive weather forecast then chances are that everybody you invite will have already buggered off to the beach to make the most of the rare sunshine. This was our second attempt at a barbecue this year ( the first having been rained off) but this one fortunately had a reasonably good turnout. And Tom was here again. Thank fuck it wasn't a grand prix weekend or he'd have been a no show and, speaking quite selfishly, that would have been gutting. I probably shouldn't have drunk as much as I had, but I couldn't help myself. Hot day, cool beer, the frustrations of an undersexed woman drowned in alcohol that made the object of my unrequited lust - my husband's own younger brother - even more alluring than he had been the last time I had nearly unleashed myself upon him. That had been a close call. Then I had been perhaps not quite so drunk but a little more desperate after another month without any sexual attention whatsoever from my own goddamn husband, and a careless brush past in the kitchen on the way to the bathroom had started this fire burning. I had been bent down leaning into the freezer for more sausages for the barbecue, and when I stepped back I bumped into him, almost fell, and it was only his reflexes and his strong arms that saved me from falling on my ass. Instead I felt his groin pressing against my curvy butt and one of his hands was accidentally gripping my left tit. Had he felt the nipple harden? I had been asking myself that question at least three nights a week ever since as my fingers silently diddled my clit while my husband snored beside me, his brother's face haunting my increasingly lewd erotic dreams. Had I felt Tom stiffen in arousal against my ass, had his fingers lingered just a heartbeat longer than was necessary against my breast, or was it all just wishful thinking coloured by the passage of time and the increased longing that I felt as my pent up sexual frustrations reached a lifetime peak? The drink definitely was not helping. While my husband happily tossed burgers over on the grill, laughing with family members I could barely remember the names of, I was sat alone under a sunbrella shading myself from the heat while the rest of the sun worshippers soaked it up. Rob wore his baggy white t-shirt as defence against the spits and spurts of fat from the barbecue, but I could barely take my eyes off his bare chested brother, all glistening muscle and sinew as he wound his way through family and friends. He moved with an effortless grace, an economy of motion that was almost balletic, but unmistakeably masculine. Biceps flexed as he raised a bottle to his lips, pectorals tightened as he tipped back his head, his 'six-pack' rippling as he gulped down an ice cold Magners. My sex dampened just looking at him. What made it worse was that Rob knew. Me and my big fucking mouth! Another pillow time argument escalated into impotence accusations, tearful demands to know if I no longer turned on my own husband, and a blurted confession that the most exciting sexual experience I'd had all year was his brother's hands inadvertently groping my tits. Then silence. Days of it. And nothing had improved. Things were still just as bad between the sheets but now I knew better and kept my mouth shut and fingered myself with my back turned, a guilty tear rolling down a cheek after a muted, bit-lipped half climax. God how I needed a good, hard, ass wobbling pounding with a cock that could go the distance, and then maybe go another distance again. And then wake me up in the morning hard between my cum soaked butt cheeks ready for another dive into the pit of my lusts. Fat chance in this marriage. I sensed Rob's eyes on me as I slowly drowned my sorrows, alert to my fragile state of mind and wary of me making some drunken accusation that would only embarrass and humiliate him in front of his own family. And his brother. I sensed his eyes on me, too. Too many times he'd caught me gazing at his sculpted body as if in another world and I'd had to avert my gaze reflexively. I've no class at all. I make everything so fucking obvious. So there I sat, a sexually frustrated thirty-something housewife desperate to feel her brother's thick, hard meat in her belly. Well, anybodies meat to be perfectly frank, but Tom just made those juices flow so easily. Rob knew that I ached to be fucked silly by his kid brother and after my display today I was pretty sure that Tom knew, too. Maybe that's what they were laughing at, I thought miserably as another slug of lager sloshed down my throat. Poor Tracy. Getting older, carrying perhaps a coupla pounds more than she should do, sagging a fraction with age, the beginnings of lines and creases forming in the usual places, dressed in a short denim skirt for the fleeting summer and a bikini top that hid more than it revealed. Poor Tracy. Fire between her legs that burned hotter than the mid-day son and nobody willing to stick the hose in and quench the flames with floods of semen. Aargghhh I seethed inwardly as that lewd image flickered through my mind. Bastards. Both of them. Still laughing, both offering me nothing more than fleeting glances of disdain as Rob tossed his burgers and Tom dropped his empty bottle into the overflowing recycling bucket with a clinkety racket that made me wince. Mine was empty, too I realised, so I got up and strode past them to the fridge in the kitchen for another, studiously avoiding even looking at them. "Okay, Trace?" Rob asked, but I just waved him away. Things would be a little better after another beer or two. Or maybe even three. I felt like getting pissed and bollocks to what his family thought of that. If they needed to ask why I had turned to drink then perhaps I'd tell them. The kitchen was cool, dark, the sun not yet having burned through the window and warmed the place to a level that competed with the outdoors. I flung the fridge door open with a bang and drew another bottle of Becks from the dozens that remained, hearing the back door to the garden close behind me. I turned, picking up the bottle opener from the kitchen worktop and cracking the sixth of the day open, not realising in my tipsy state that I was not alone. A body silently brushed past me on the way to the fridge and I jumped. "Sorry Tracy, didn't mean to startle you." Tom apologised. It would be Tom, wouldn't it. Come to taunt me at Rob's encouragement, perhaps. Poor Tracy. Go wind her up, see if her spring snaps. I didn't bother to answer, just stared out the window at the garden party in progress, sneering as Rob jumped back from a sudden gout of flame as a burger discharged some greasy fat into the hot coals. Tom's Irish cider cracked open with a half second hiss and I expected to hear the back door creak open and clunk shut but instead heard Tom's voice by my side over the sink unit. "Nice and cool in here." he murmured. God, even his voice was arousing. Deep, yet almost musical with his thick accent. Like a Welsh baritone. "Nice and cool." I nodded. Yeah, right. Slide your hand between my legs buster and you won't think it's so fucking cool. With that thought I felt my face flush. Too much, too fast I considered as I put my untouched beer on the worktop. "Looks like Rob's got things nicely under control out there." Tom continued, making polite conversation. "Always nice to have a barbecue and let the man do the cooking for a change." "Yep, one thing about Rob you can never take away is that he's a fuckin' expert at burning beef burgers." I smiled, then apologised for letting the swear word slip past my lips. Tom just laughed it off, claimed he hadn't even noticed, that he heard much worse in work every thirty seconds as a builder. "Still, not very pleasant coming out of a ladies mouth." I continued, blushing further. "Oh, I don't know about that..." He murmured, letting the statement hang there between us. "True," I conceded after a while. "There's a place and a time for that language, though." I heard the sounds of half a bottle of Magners being necked back behind me, then felt a tap on my rump as he said. "See you outside." I half spun at the touch. How dare he! My face was aflame with indignation. Tom went white, well as white as you can through a builder's tan. "Fuck, sorry Trace. Bad habit. Didn't mean nuthin'" he offered. I turned away, the small palm sized spot where he had merely tapped me sending signals to my pussy and my brain that turned both to a fiery liquid. The door clunked shut behind me, and I watched him through the window as he returned to the busy garden. He shot a sideways glance at me through the window, then sat next to his father on a bench seat. Didn't mean nuthin? Like that made it better. I took a long pull on the bottle of Becks and went back outside, slumping beneath the parasol all by myself, bottle in hand, while the rest of the pale skinned crowd soaked up as much sun as they could before the clouds drew in and marked an end to another British summer of no more than four days at best, if the law of averages ruled. After a couple of minutes Tom came over and sat himself opposite me. I looked up from the greying brown wood of the round table. "Sorry about earlier." he smiled lamely. "Relax. Forgotten already. Just a little touchy at the moment, that's all." "Everything okay?" "Perfect. Nothing that concerns you, at any rate." I replied, barely able to take my eyes off his chest. I couldn't see Rob. Tom's frame blocked him out completely so that at that moment Rob just did not exist. Perhaps he did in ethereal form as wisps of smoke that drifted up from behind Tom occasionally, but right at that moment that was all he was. Tom filled my vision, almost seemed to expand to totally blank out everything else. Beer goggles can do that. "So, no girlfriend today?" I asked, making conversation myself now to fill the silence. "In between birds." He confessed. "The older you get the longer you spend between shags." I blurted out an involuntary laugh. It was almost as if he could read my soul. I certainly knew what that felt like. "See, I can swear like a trooper, too." Tom grinned broadly. "The word 'shag' isn't swearing, you moron." I giggled. "You don't want to get into a swearing competition with me, Trace." Tom smiled smugly. "I work on building sites all day long." "I can tell." I whispered, giving him a lewd wink. He smiled crookedly, no doubt wondering what the hell had gotten into me or come over me. The beer perhaps? The heat of the sun maybe? Whatever. I wasn't going to tell him that the trouble with me was that nothing at all had gotten into me or cum over me in a long time. He put his hand under his left nipple and lifted it playfully. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He quipped. "Not a fair trade." I shrugged, folding my arms in front of my chest and leaning back in the chair. "Need to see something a lot bigger than that for a glimpse of my babies." Tom laughed, "Trace, I don't know which one of us is the bigger tease." "I'm not teasing" I smiled thinly. In the movies this is where the girl gets up, walks into the house, and the guy waits about ten seconds with a shit-eating grin plastered over his face before following the girl inside and ripping her clothes off. I didn't though. Again probably beer effect, but all I could do was stare into his blue eyes as they bored into my browns as those three words filled the gulf between us. Instead of the customary grin on Tom's features all I could see was uncertainty as he struggled to figure out if the eternal joker was having his own leg pulled for a change. I leaned to the left, breaking eye contact, and waved to my husband, getting a nod and a thumbs up for my efforts before he returned to massaging the burning meat on the grill with a blackened tongs. I didn't know if Rob had told Tom I had the hots for him and to be perfectly honest at that moment I didn't care. If he'd told Tom amd Tom was now taking advantage then that was Rob's own dumb fault. If he hadn't told Tom then maybe it was time I told him myself in a roundabout kind of way. Either way all three of us would at last be fully aware of the sexual dynamic between us. Before Tom could respond with a wisecrack of his own I slipped my right foot out of my sandal and rested my heel on top of his thighs, then began to dig in, attempting to force his thighs apart. Tom's eyes went wide. "It'd be much more enjoyable if you just opened your legs a little." I suggested. "Fuckin' 'ell Trace, cut it out." He whispered across the table. I continued to dig with my heel, defiantly prising his thighs apart as I watched his adams apple bob. "People can see." "So take me somewhere were they can't." I shrugged nonchalantly, my heel still working tirelessly as he continued to resist. "Rob won't mind. He doesn't care. He knows I have a bit of a crush on you." "What?" Tom blurted. So they hadn't been talking about me behind my back. Ah well, too late now. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say, though I still had the option of backing out and pretendng that I was just teasing. "Don't you like me?" I pouted, glancing around Tom to see my husband still working away at the grill oblivious to my slutty behaviour. "Trace, you're a great looking girl, but..." "You don't sleep with married women?" I finished for him. "Sure I do, but you're married to my fucken' brother for Christ's sake." Tom hissed. "Why don't you slide forward a bit, it's hard for a short girl like me to reach the nice bits when you're sat back in the chair like you've got a stick up your bum." I smiled sweetly, ignoring his protests, leaning forward until our faces were only a couple of inches apart. "This is turning me on so much, all these people around and Tom over there clueless. Sooo naughty. Dangerous. I'm tingling down there like you would not believe." I whispered, my tongue flicking out and licking lightly across my upper lip. Tom gulped again, but this time he shifted his butt forward on the plastic garen seat and leaned back a little. "That's better." I murmured as his legs spread and I pressed the sole of my bare foot against the bulge in his jeans. Tom glanced around nervously, saw that nobody was watching, and I felt his hand on my ankle. Expecting the brush off I curled my toes over the bulge, but instead I felt the tips of his fingers slide lightly along the backs of my calves towards my knee. I shivered with anticipation beneath his touch as I felt his bulge stirring, uncoiling beneath the movements of my foot. The sheer physical pleasure of the moment had temporarily silenced his objections, but I could tell by his nervousness that it wouldn't take long before he came back to his senses, batted my foot aside and chastised me for being a very, very bad girl. We both knew this was probably as far as we could go in this environment. It's not as if I could launch myself across the table, suck his tongue out of his mouth and pull my tits out for him so Tom just sat there and enjoyed it, getting harder as I pressed against his balls and thickening shaft with my toes. His fingers danced across the backs of my knees, making my entire leg shake and that motion transferred through to his groin. Soon it was Tom licking his dry lips before reaching for his cider. "Why don't you go ask Rob if you can take me upstairs for an hour?" I asked as he swallowed, almost gagging on the drink. I slipped my foot back into my sandal and leaned put my arms beneath my breasts, lifting them up slightly, offering him a glimpse deeper down my cleavage than those he had already been stealing. "Or would you prefer me to do it?" "Trace.." He started, a hint of warning in his voice. I pressed a finger to my lips, motioning him to silence. "Phone the house." I told him assertively. "Do it under the table. Just let it keep ringing until I come back." "I don't think.." He began, but I cut him off again. "You don't have to think, just do as you're told big boy." I winked at him. "Please?" I added. He sighed, then pulled his mobile out of his jeans and began dialling. I was already on my feet when the house phone began to ring, and I dashed past Rob on the way to the lounge, telling him that I'd get it. He tried to give my ass a playful slap with his hand as I went by but missed. He'd thown away enough chances. I picked up the phone, put it to my ear, but all I could hear were the sounds of chatting in the garden so I hung up, then checked myself out in the mirror over the fireplace, straightening some errant strands of hair, separating a couple of eyelashes that had stuck together in the heat, then I hid the phone book under the sofa and went back out to the garden to tell my tale of woe. "Rob," I began. "That was my nan. Her smoke alarm is making some strange sounds and it's doing her head in and she can't hear the telly. She can't get hold of my mam so I'm going over to sort it out. Trouble is I've had too much to drink to drive there so can I get Tom to give me a lift - he's only had a bottle and a bit." "Why don't you ask my dad, he's not drinking today." Rob said. "I don't mind your dad driving me across town, but having to sit in the car with him for an hour through Saturday shopping traffic will do my head in." I countered. "And it'd take twice as long and I'd rather get back here sooner to be honest, love. I'd like to have at least some fun today instead of spending all morning buttering rolls and preparing salad and all afternoon stuck with your dad and my gran." "Okay, whatever." Rob sighed. "Thanks. Won't be long." I said, kissing him lightly on the cheek before crossing the garden back to where Tom sat, hopefully with his hard-on returned to not so obvious proportions in his jeans. "Tom, darling," I began, whispering into his ear. "Rob just asked if you would please be so kind as to drag me across town to your place, strip me stark naked and fuck the living daylights out of me for an hour or so." I dropped the car keys to Rob's BMW in his lap. He turned to look at me in disbelief. " Well, come on." I said a little louder. "We're just wasting time here." I walked back over to Rob at the grill and gave him a smile and a thumbs up. Tom followed behind me somewhat uncertainly. "Cheers, mate." My husband began unwittingly. "Appreciate you doing this." Tom looked incredulous. "Are you sure?" "What? 'course I am. Better than having dad do it. Just be quick and get back here before the food gets cold. Oh, and don't bend my car and watch the speed camera vans down the dual carriageway, okay?" I was having a difficult time keeping a straight face as Tom tried to figure out what the hell was going on. There was no dual carriageway from our place to Tom's house. "Right-oh." Tom shrugged, then followed me through the house to the car. I felt like a teenager again, sneaking out behind my father's back for blowjobs, handjobs and even some quickies in the backs of boyfriends cars in the country lanes when I'd been seventeen, but this was even more exciting. I stood at the car, arms folded on the roof as Tom closed the front door behind him and unlocked the car with the remote and I winked at him again as I threw the passenger door open and dived in. Tom climbed in beside me and when he slammed the door shut I burst out laughing. "Your face when Rob said 'better than dad doing it' was priceless." "I think there's more to this than meets the eye." Tom frowned as he started the engine. "If you want to back out, now's the time. Just tell Rob you don't feel comfortable driving after a bottle and a half of beer and I'll tell him I got my brother to sort my gran's smoke detector out." Tracy Does Tom Ch. 02 Second Installment: The Movie Tom had texted me for other illicit rendezvous twice since then but I'd been unable to make it to the second because I couldn't get away from Rob. As a result I was getting increasingly horny and the video wasn't seeing me through as well as it had been, so eventually I had to pick up the phone, apologise grovellingly and arrange a meeting between us myself. That meeting was tonight, and it was going to have an extra element of excitement involved, specifically due to my growing disenchantment with the keepsake of our first session. I found the video and stills that Tom gave me disgustingly arousing. When Rob went out I'd switch on my laptop and rub myself raw watching the footage of Tom giving me a darn good seeing to. That final scene alone was well worthy of a youtube 'best of cumshots' compilation, though thankfully Tom was very discrete about the movie. He had copied it onto a CD for me and labelled it as 'The Best of Curtis Stigers'. No way would my husband ever put that CD in anything other than a dustbin, so unless either of us were very careless our dirty little video secret was relatively safe. After a while though (call it twenty or so viewings) I began to long for something a little bit better. Blocky, jerky, low resolution mobile phone footage isn't all that great and if you set it to play on fullscreen you have to sit right across the other end of the room to get the best of it. We had a nice big HDTV mounted on the wall, a blu-ray player underneath, and I could easily imagine myself spread out on the sofa watching Tom screwing me on his bed in glorious high definition instead of having to balance my laptop on a dining table chair if I wanted to give myself a comfortable fingering. Tom had felt similarly, and when I asked him if we could do it again, but with a proper video camera instead of a mobile phone he quite literally jumped at the chance. To cut a long story short I was to dress provocatively tonight and he would have everything ready when I got to his house at about half past seven. Telling Rob that I was out on a hen night with some girls from work, I got in my little Ford Fiesta and set off for my third extra-marital excursion with hands and knees already trembling with excitement and anticipation and the region between my belly and my pussy aching with lust. How I managed to drive to Tom's house without crashing remains a mystery to this day. My first surprise came when I knocked on Tom's door and he let me in. I was expecting him to start tearing my clothes off the moment the door slammed behind me as he had last time, but instead he led me through to the lounge where a strange man sat smoking a cigarette, a large digital camcorder resting on his lap. "Tracy, this is Martin." Tom began. "I've done some work for Martin and I've asked him to do the filming tonight. Relax, he's a professional photographer, knows what he's doing, and he promises me we won't even know he's here." "You're fucking kidding!" I exclaimed, eyes wide with horror. He expected me to jump his bones in front of a total stranger? Fuck that, was my initial reaction. Martin got up and offered me his hand. I hesitated for way too long before accepting it and shaking it loosely, the gulf of silence in the room communicating exactly how I felt. "Hi Tracy." Martin said softly, a thin smile upon his lips. "Now this is all going to seem very strange and surreal at first, but all you need to do is relax and make sure you concentrate solely on enjoying yourself you'll find I'll melt into the background before you know it. I've done this a couple of times before, it's no big deal to me, I'm totally professional about how these things are conducted. All I want from tonight is to walk away from here having given you guys the best memory of this evening possible." "I don't know about this," I stuttered, glaring at Tom. If I hadn't been driving I'd have told him to get me a tumbler full of fucking vodka. Tom squeezed my hand gently and put his arm around my shoulder. "Hey, I thought this was what you wanted," he said sounding hurt. "No, I thought it would be like last time with you holding the camera, not half a fucking film crew directing me in a full-on porno clip. Jesus Tom, you could at least have given me some warning for fucks sake!" "If you want to back out, that's fine." Martin said soothingly. "I can leave the room while you discuss it if you like." "That'd be good." I said, glaring at Tom. When Martin had left I nearly slapped Tom in the face. "What the fuck were you thinking?" I said, shaking my head. "Sorry Trace but I honestly thought that this was what you wanted. You said you wanted decent quality video of us making out so I sorted it." He shrugged. "Martin's a proper professional and he doesn't mess around. Some of his stuff looks incredible and its totally safe. Nothing we do here leaves in that camera unless you want it professionally edited, so there's no way any of the stuff we get up to tonight can get on the internet. He's on the level, and he doesn't come cheap, but if you don't want to go through with this I can ask him to leave." By this time my anger had diminished somewhat. I wasn't in any way eager to go through with this but my negativity was wavering in the face of Tom's assurances and my own curiosity as to what sort of memento we might get by the end of it. "How much?" "A grande." Tom confessed. I almost bit my tongue off. "What?" I spluttered. "The money ain't important." Tom sighed. "What we get out of it is. C'mon, Trace. I didn't want some cheap and jumpy point-of-view camcorder stuff. I've always wanted to film myself with a woman but never got up the nerve to ask them if they'd let me, and I'm pretty sure none of them would. When you rang me about this it was like all my Christmasses had come at once. I just thought that if both of us wanted to do this, then we should do it properly and not go about it half-arsed and end up with something no better than what we got last time." I wavered some more, but I must admit that I was warming to the idea. This was, as Tom had implied, quite possibly a once in a lifetime experience and while the fully working part of my brain was yelling at me to back out and run away fast, the parts that were under the spell of both Tom and my own libido were urging me to at least give it a chance. If the camera started rolling and I got stage fright then I could call it off then, but it would be a little conservative and unadventurous of me to just kick Martin out ithout having a go. At least I wouldn't spend the rest of my life wondering what might have come of it, kicking myself over my own timidity. "Call him back in." I sighed. "Well?" Martin asked as Tom led him back into the room. "How does this work?" I asked him. "How do you want it to work?" He enquired. "You're the expert." I told him. "What's expected of me." "Just be yourself," Martin said soothingly. "There's generally two ways of going about this. The first way starts with the pair of you just doing what comes naturally and I'll record it all. I'll stay out of the way, as silent as the grave, and after a while once you've started enjoying yourselves you'll have forgotten that I'm there. Once you've finished I give Tom the hard drive out of my camera and that's it." "And you charge a grande for that?" Jeez, I should start a business doing that I said to myself. "The hard drives in these things aren't cheap." Martin laughed, tapping the side of his camera lovingly. "In fact they are bloody expensive for what they are, and this sort of thing isn't the sort of service you can advertise in the post office." "What's the other way, you said there were two?" "Yes, the other way is like a full-on movie shoot where I introduce you to the camera, ask you about yourself, then bring Tom in and let you do things however you like, but sometimes I'll ask you to move around a bit so I can get a better view, or change position if the light isn't good enough, and I'll occasionally suggest you do some things that you might not have thought of. Not many people go for that but the results are usually a significant cut above the natural option. Some of the videos I've made where the couple have really gotten into it are astonishing, but many people are perfectly happy with the Paris Hilton sex-tape sort of finish. It's entirely down to you how you approach this - you can even tell me what to do as we're going." It actually sounded quite appealing. I glanced at Tom who I could see was looking at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes. "Fuck it, why not?" I sighed. Tom laughed and kissed me on the forehead. "That's my girl!" he said. "Full service?" Martin asked as he fiddled with the controls on his camera. "All the way." I said, giving him a thumbs up sign and a lopsided grin. "Okay Trace," Martin began. "Go back out to the hallway, then come in and sit yourself down on the sofa and we'll start there, okay? Any limits on the sort of questions I can ask you when I'm doing the introduction?" "Limits? I guess not." I shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound. I did as instructed, then when Martin called out that he was ready for me I opened the door, saw Tom sitting on the sofa with his right arm draped across the back and walked across and sat next to him in as ladylike a manner as I could manage. If my legs had been trembling when I'd been driving here, well now they were little short of jelly. "Hi Tracy, how are you?" Martin said pleasantly, the red light burning on the front of the camera telling me that we had already begun. "Nervous." "That's natural." Martin laughed softly. "Ever done anything like this before?" I thought of just saying 'no', but then I decided to just let everything come naturally like he had told me to. "Not really, but this cheeky fucker here decided to record us making out on his mobile phone." "Really? Did you enjoy it?" "Yeah, I did." I nodded, reddening a little. "Did Tom show it to you?" I nodded again. "Made me a copy, too." "Oh wow, that's hot. And have you watched it together?" "No," I sighed wistfully, getting into the mood. "I watch it when I'm feeling randy." Tom laughed at that. "How about you Tom, do you watch it when you get randy?" Martin grinned. "I watch it all the time mate, even when I'm not horny, but by the end of it I'm hard as rock." Tom boasted. I dug him in the ribs with my elbow. "Oh, I can tell you two are going to have a great time tonight." Martin commented as he fiddled with the buttons on his camera, aiming it directly at me this time and leaving Tom out of the picture. "So tell me a little about yourself Tracy." "Well, I'm Tracy, I'm twenty nine." Big whopper that one. "I've been married for ten years and once my marriage turned sexless I seduced poor Tom here. He's my husband's little brother, by the way." "A sexless marriage? That sounds awful, especially for one so young." Martin frowned. "So Tom fills your needs now?" "Oh yeah," I nodded, grinning cheesily as I glanced sideways at Tom, who looked a little more uncomfortable about this than I was. I found it quite liberating, being able to talk openly to a total stranger about stuff like having a barren marriage and an affair with a family member. I understood then why people go to psychiatrists to thrash out their problems. Sometimes just getting things off your chest makes your troubles lessen anyway. "Tom knows which buttons to push, all right." "What are your measurements?" Martin asked me. "I'm five foot seven, a size twelve with a 36C bust." I said proudly. I didn't want to bother with waist and hips. "That's a nice figure. Would you stand up and give us a slow twirl, Trace?" I complied with Martin's suggestion, smoothing down my shimmery black dress as I stood up, then I slowly turned full circle, pausing when I was side on to the camera, pushing out my butt and my chest to accentuate the curves, then again when my back was to Martin, looking over my shoulder with a mischievous twinkle in my eyes, then I settled back into the sofa and nestled into Tom's shoulder. He put his hand on my skirt high up on my thigh and squeezed gently. This wasn't going so badly at all. "You have a fantastic body, Tracy. I hope you're going to show us some more." Martin smiled, giving me a big thumbs up from behind the camera. "Maybe later." I smiled coyly. "That would be cool. So Tom, how did you two first hook up?" Tom started to say something, then coughed and cleared his throat. "It was at a barbecue a couple of weeks ago. I've fancied Tracy for a long time before that, though." "I'm sure you did. Who wouldn't?" Martin commented, motioning for Tom to continue. How about my own fucking husband, I considered cutting in and frostily declaring, but Tom got the first word in. "She's an incredible woman." Tom agreed with him. I reddened even further in embarrasment. "So you two make love a lot?" "No," Tom said with a shake of his head. "Not enough for my liking." "Or mine." I cut in. "Maybe tonight we'll make up for that, eh?" "That's the plan." Tom nodded. "There's a plan?" I asked him. "I thought you just made stuff up as you went." Martin laughed along with us. "So, Tracy, are you wearing anything nice under that beautiful dress?" I reddened again, nodding my head slowly as my throat went dry. " Why don't you hitch up your skirt a little and show us?" Martin suggested as the camera shifted again, aiming a little lower. I looked at Tom, but all he did was wink at me lewdly. I pressed my feet against the floor and lifted my butt off the seat, raising the hem of my dress carefully up along my thighs to show the top of my stockings and some bare leg. "Oh that's fantastic. Suspenders, and silky black knickers too. Very classy." He could see up my skirt? I bit my lip. "Matching bra as well?" Martin enquired. I nodded my head. "You're going to look incredible when you slip out of that dress." I smiled sweetly, reddening further. "Would you like to spread your legs a little for us, honey? Show us a bit more?" I lifted my left leg and hooked it over Tom's knee, and brought my right knee up onto the sofa. The dress stretched and rode up my legs a little bit further and while neither Tom nor I could see under it Martin must have been having an incredible view, a thought that he confirmed with another thumbs up. " Wow Tracy, you look stunning like that, how about from behind now, maybe you could treat us to a view of your bottom before we get too carried away." I twisted around on the sofa until I was kneeling on it with my back toward the camera. I hitched up my skirt again, looking over my shoulder and smiling sweetly as I showed them my ass. Tom ran his hand over a cheek, tracing the profile, and I instinctively wiggled my butt to better enjoy his hand. I felt another hand between my shoulders, then heard the zip of my dress being eased down, the pressure against my straining chest relieving as Tom undid me. I bit my lip again and leaned forward, putting my hands on the back of the sofa as the descending zipper revealed more and more of my flesh. When it was at the bottom I felt Tom's hands at my shoulders, easing the straps of my dress off them, and I lifted my hands off the sofa and shrugged the dress off, leaving it as just a bundle of shimmery black fabric bunched around my waist. "Awesome!" Martin commented as I posed in this position for him for a while before turning around again and settling back in beside Tom, bra and knickers displayed brazenly as I hooked my left leg over my lover's thigh once again. Tom's hand came down high upon my thigh, squeezing encouragingly, and Martin moved close in with his camera, his focus clearly on the black silken triangle between my milky white thighs for a few moments before he pointed the lens back at my face. I swallowed dryly as he rose and stood over us, the camera now aimed clearly at my cleavage, and when he stood I could see the shape of his penis angling down his trouser leg, semi-hard despite his assurances that he was a consummate professional. Tom's hand wandered further up my thigh, provocatively close to my snatch and I felt myself dampen as the cameraman maneouvred for a better view. Tom nuzzled my ear, his breath warm, his voice husky as he whispered instructions into my ear. In obedience I leaned back, relaxing into the soft leather of the sofa and closed my eyes as Tom's tongue slid inside my ear, a shiver of delight racking my body as his palm closed over my mound through my panties and hugged me there softly. I groaned, oblivious to Martin completely as Tom's hand caressed my heated pussy. I thrust myself at the fingers as he nuzzled my neck, hungry for him to slide that hand inside my black silk underwear and to touch my most sensitive flesh, to tease my engorged labia apart and explore the regions at its centre, but Tom just teased me, feeling the heat build and the moistness well up in the dark pit hidden beyond the flimsy barrier that separated our flesh. I moaned again as he began a lazy circular motion with that hand, my cunt lips following the motion of his fingers and exciting my clitoris further, then Tom's lips were at my chin and I tilted my head to his, hungry for his soft, warm tongue. Our lips touched and my mouth parted, allowing him to enter that first hole while his fingers expertly played with he other. I was oblivious to the hand snaking behind my back, my senses overwhelmed by the tongue forcing its way into my mouth and the ministrations he subjected my vagina too. I had no idea he had even unclasped my bra until his fingers rudely abandoned my pussy and glided up my belly, over the rumpled skirt, and pushed a cup of the bra upwards to expose one heavy breast. Fingertips closed over the nipple as we kissed, tracing the contours of the hardened teat, and I broke contact with Tom's mouth, gasping for air, and saw Martin crouched between my still widespread legs, the lens of the camera angled upward to capture all the action. Rather naughtily I slipped my own hand inside my knickers as Tom continued to concentrate on my breasts, deftly releasing the pair from captivity to leave me topless, then before I could even slide a finger inside myself I felt his hand glide back down my belly, touch my forearm and follow it down between my legs and inside my panties. His hand covered mine, pressing it harder into me, and I moaned again as my own finger slipped between the slippery lips. Tom began stroking me, using my own hand to excite me, in total control of my damp palm and fingers. He dragged my hand away from my pussy until my fingertips remained at the hood of my clit, then he pressed down firmly on them and slid them back down my mound, my middle finger splitting my slit, and an ounce or two of additional pressure sending that finger smoothly into the tight, fleshy tube of my sex. Warm, wet lips closed over my breasts as he masturbated me with my own hand, his free hand easing the gusset of my panties aside to completely reveal the lewd scene to Martin and his camera. The next thing I felt was one of Tom's fingers sliding inside my pussy alongside my own, and that brought a guttural groan from my lips. It felt strangely weird but obviously delicious as both Tom and I fingerfucked my tight cunt, my nipples now being bitten and pulled at by Tom's teeth. He drove my slender finger in deeper, using his thicker one to push the slick digit all the way in to its knuckles. My left hand, previously trapped between our bodies, found its way to his lap and began to pull impatiently at the button of his jeans. When that eventually succumbed to deft manipulation I tugged his zipper down and slid my hand inside his boxers. Tom sucked harder on my tits as my fist curled around his already steely penis, his finger stabbing into me in quicker, sharper jabs. Martin was forgotten as I trembled beneath Tom's increasingly vigorous masturbation of my soaking vagina, my eyes closed with the ecstacy of the moment, and I gasped as Tom's hand suddenly stopped at the deepest point of the stroke and another of his fingers wriggled between my ass cheeks to stroke that sweat dampened hole. "Fuck, Tom. Take me to bed and make love to me!" I cried as the tip of that finger circled my anus. Tracy Does Tom Ch. 02 "Suck me off first." Tom commanded, slumping onto the sofa beside me, his fingers and mine vacating my aching cunt as he got himself more comfortable for the blowjob that he desired. My hand, still firmly wrapped around his cock, began pumping him slowly as I watched Martin reposition himself. Tom eased his jeans and boxers down his legs to give me room to work and I snuggled in close to him, the side of my face against his flat, taut belly, the arrowhead of his gorgeous dick standing upright before my face thick and hard and purple. I blew on it softly, one eye on Tom's twitching penis and one eye on the camera, a lewd smile forming on my lips as I worked. Playing up to the camera had become an unexpected turn on, my initial inhibitions, stage fright if you like, banished by the sheer eroticism of the scenario. I had never thought that having somebody watch me having sex could be so arousing, and having a complete stranger with a video camera capturing me in the act of cheating on my husband like a wanton slut easily doubled that level of arousal. I stared into the camera as I opened my red lipsticked mouth and slowly descended upon my lover's turgid knob. Tom's hands began feeling up my heavy boobs as I slid my lips inch by inch down his delicious meat, the salty, musky tank of pre-cum flooding my taste buds as the head slid along the velvetty surface of my warm, wet tongue. I heard Tom groan as he thrust his hips up at me, driving an extra half-inch of meat into my oral cavern, and I sucked gently, my eyes all the time on the lens of the camera. I dragged him out of my mouth, my tongue lashing mercilessly at the tip of his knob, swirling around it and licking up and down the shaft from the vee where the glans joined the main body of his penis to the base where my fingers still gripped him tightly. His hands slid into my hair, caught a handful of it, dragged me back up to the head of his dick. He moaned again as I let him fuck it into my mouth, my lips clawing their way down the shaft as he pressed harder on the back of my head. I moved onto my knees, tossing him off into my mouth while he pulled at my hanging breasts and tweaked my nipples. My free hand dived between my own legs and began to stroke my slit as I blew Tom, and through half closed eyes I saw Martin shift on the living room floor and move out of sight. My eyes went wide as I felt my panties being pulled down my ass cheeks to my knees, but that was all Martin had done. Would I have objected if he'd stuck his finger or a tongue in me? His dick even? I wondered. Would I have allowed this porno scene to escalate into a dirty threesome? Ultimately it didn't matter as Martin was just giving himself a better view for the videotape, one of me rubbing my tingling pussy vigorously without my knickers being in the way while sucking hard on Tom's cock, my head bobbing up and down in his lap, my tits groped and squeezed by Tom's rugged hands. "Fuck, don't stop." Tom groaned. I used every trick in the book as I fellated him, my tongue swirling around the shaft, my tight fingered grip milking him frantically, my cheeks hollowing with the powerful suction that I tormented him with. My finger slid inside my cunt and it was my turn to gasp as he slipped out of my mouth in that one moment of loss of self control, but my hand soon guided him back in. Tom grunted as he writhed beneath me, trying to make me deep-throat him with the return of pressure on the back of my head and the insistent upwards jabs of his hips. "Don't fuckin' stop!" Tom gasped again, and in supplication I let him jam his knob in the back of my throat, gagging and spilling drool down the shaft as he held my head steady and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. This was too soon, I realised as I sensed his climax coming, but I readied myself for the sudden flood of semen anyway. This was Tom's movie just as much as it was mine. He was paying for it, after all. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" Tom warned with a guttural cry, my hands a pink blur on his thick shaft, my red lips locked tightly around the bulbous knob. "Aahh, fuck!" He finally yelled and I felt his glans balloon in my mouth for a fraction of a second, then the first jet of cum blasted past my tonsils. "Aaahh" Tom grunted again as he unleashed a second helping of hot, greasy semen onto my swirling tongue, and for his third spurt I released him from my mouth and jerked him hard with my hands. A stream of thick, white fluid arced into the air before my eyes, then splattered wetly against Tom's belly. I moved my head an inch or two for the fourth pulse of ejaculate and recoiled reflexively as it jetted across my cheek. For the remainder of his body racking spasms I closed my lips over the trembling head and let him unload weakly into my mouth. A few seconds later he was spent, drained of all his juices, and Martin was right there in my face with the camera, pointing his finger at his own mouth to indicate what he wanted me to show him. I grinned lazily and parted my lips, allowing a dribble of Tom's cum to spill out over my lower lip before catching it with my fingers and scooping it back into my mouth. I tilted back my head as Martin rose above me, showing him the white liquid swirling around my mouth. Martin tapped his throat and I closed my eyes, swallowed the cream down, savouring the sensations as it cascaded thickly down my gullet, then I opened my mouth and showed him the emptiness within, licking my lips and winking at him lewdly as a lascivious finale. Martin gave me another thumbs-up, then pointed at the splashes of cum on Tom's heaving belly. I lapped it all up with a broad, beaming smile on my face as Tom squirmed beneath me. "Now take me to bed and fuck me." I demanded throatily, not unlike Bonnie Tyler after drinking half a bottle of scotch to wash down a mouthful of gravel. I slid gracelessly off the sofa, kicking my knickers aside and allowing my dress to fall to the floor before stepping out of it and stood there naked in front of Martin who stepped back to get my entire body in the frame. I moved to the stairs glancing over my shoulder to be sure that they were following behind. In less than a minute I lay on the bed in the bedroom, waiting for him to join me, my legs wide open and watching him undress through the spread of my thighs. The sight of him naked despite the softness of his dangling penis sent a thrill through my body that saw my hand instinctively reach for a breast, tracing around the hardening nipple with a fingertip as Martin captured the moment from the bedside. Tom was still kicking off his socks when I slid my hand between my legs and parted my vulva for him, the words; "Eat me," purred huskily as I revealed all I had, two fingers prising my puffy vaginal lips apart in a lewd offering that I knew Tom would not refuse. It took time for a man to get hard again after cumming so heavily, and that time would be best spent between my thighs bringing me to a screaming climax, I figured. He climbed onto the bed and grasped my thighs with his strong builders' hands, forcing them further apart as he dipped his face toward my heated snatch. I felt his breath wash over my pubic mound, his thumbs sliding up the insides of my thighs towards my core, then his outstretched tongue lightly swept my slit from top to bottom, dancing across the sensitive flesh with the barest hint of contact. I squirmed beneath him, feeling those coarse thumbs inching towards the fleshy shroud of my labia, the tongue sweeping back up and pausing at the hood of my entrance, tickling me teasingly there with a second or two of swirling before sweeping back down again all the way to my perinium, that small region of tender skin that bridged the gap between the two holes. I moaned softly as the tips of his thumbs found my labia and gently began to tease open my flower, his tongue pressing a little more firmly as he swept back upward, painting my gaping slit with his saliva to make it glisten wetly for the camera. He stretched me further with his thumbs, dipped the tip of his tongue into my honey pot, and my hand slammed down on the back of his head as my hips pushed up at the delicious penetration. My eyelids fluttered as I gasped with the pleasure of the moment, Tom's tongue wriggling purposefully just inside the fringes of my vagina, exploring the damp texture of my cunt walls in a random flicking motion that left me damn near breathless. My fingers hooked into each other on the back of his head and held him there as I thrust my sizzling hole at his probing tongue. I groaned out loud with the pleasure, my eyes mere slits as the shadowy figure of Martin the cameraman zoomed in on my face, my mouth parted like my pussy, tongue rolled back, my staccato gasps the only sounds in the brightly lit bedroom until I began to pander to the camera again. "Oh fuck that's good." I groaned, closing my eyes. "Ahhh yesss, eat my cunt." I hissed, grinding Tom's face into my pussy as I humped my crotch at him. "Mmmmm" I moaned, biting my lip as one of his fingers slipped inside me along with his tongue, then I really began to get going when his tongue began to focus on my clit as that firm finger of his began to work its way in and out of me beneath it. "That's it!" I cried. "Don't stop! Finger me harder!" The stabbing sped up, his tongue became more frantic and I descended deeper into ecstacy, moaning and groaning at the dual pleasures. I wanted another finger in me, needed him to stretch my tight cunt ready for the anticipated pounding assault of his cock when it finally hardened. "Oh God, more!", I gasped, my hands leaving his hair and moving up my own body, each one squeezing a breast and gently fingering a nipple. The wet slapping of his knuckles against my soaking vagina filled the room, and I heard Martin tell Tom to move to the left a little and put another finger in so he could get a clearer shot. "Yesss!" I grunted gutturally. " Do it!" Tom thrust a second finger inside my cunt and I arched my back involuntarily, impaling myself further upon his forcefully driven digits. My stretched vagina sucked at the fingers but didn't slow his hard and deep masturbation of me at all and I found myself grunting a short, staccato "Ah!" with each dig into my core. I pinched my nipples a little harder than I should as I writhed on the bed and felt the approach of my orgasm like a runaway freight train. This was going to be a good one, I realised, and I lifted my ass off the bed, pushing his fingers all the way inside me as his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit, offering my damp anus to him. All he did was touch it with his little finger and I came, flooding his face with a sudden gush of my cunt juices. The creams cascaded down between my ass cheeks, enveloping his fingertip, and when my ass crashed back down onto the bed that little two inch long phalange speared right into my behind. " FUUUUUCCCCK!" I shrieked as the friction ramped my climax up to another level and I went totally out of control, humping my cunt against his three fingers wildly, his tongue suckling on my clitoris as he rode me like a bucking bronco. " JEEEEZZZZ" I cried, his little finger working deep in my ass while my vaginal walls clamped down on the pair in there. I expected Tom to stop fingering me but for some reason he carried on and I felt the electricity of my fried nerve endings building up to a second crescendo before the first climax had even ended. He slurped at the hood of my clit, jammed a third finger inside my soaked twat and wriggled that little finger in my behind, massaging the thin wall between my vagina and anus as I arched my back again and opened my mouth to scream at the ceiling. "FUUUCK I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" My hands left my tits and crashed back down on Tom's head, crushing him into me as the double climax coursed through my racked, spasming, body and then Tom's fingers began to slow. First his face shifted up and away from my clit, then the three fingers in my pussy slipped out leaving just the little one in my ass. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, looking down the valley between my tits and the vee of my spread legs to see Tom grinning wickedly as he displayed this dirty little act to Martin who was knelt between my legs alongside him filming the slow, lazy ass fingering that Tom was giving me as my climax receded. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the pillow, savouring the delicious sensations as Tom played with my ass and looking forward to watching this whole lewd scene on television later on. After a minute or two I felt the finger vacate me and I shuddered at the loss, then I felt the bed creak and groan and dip as Tom climbed onto it, lift each of my ankles up onto his shoulders and guided his hard cock to my slick pussy. There was no messing about this time, he just lunged his hips at me and drove his thick cock into me. I gasped at the intrusion and Tom slid all the way inside me until I felt his pubic hairs rasping against my mound and his balls between my ass cheeks. " Ohhhh, Fuck me!" I groaned as his hands covered my boobs and began to massage them roughly, but he just held himself deep inside me unmoving. I rippled my cunt walls up and down his cock and he got the message, pinching my teats playfully as he began to move within my body. "Mmmmm," I moaned as the rhythmic motions began, my ass pushed down into the bed with each forceful thrust of his loins, the springs pushing me back up again as he moved back, a squeaking, creaking counterpoint to the slow fuck that he was treating me to. True to his word Martin had disappeared if not from the room then most certainly from my mind. Whether he was off to one side filming Tom making love to me I didn't know as my eyes were half closed and all I could see was the large form of Tom hovering over me, a sheen of glistening sweat upon his tanned brow. Martin could have been crouched at the foot of the bed, camera concentrating on the conjunction of cock and cunt in close-up as the thick, meaty shaft slid in and out of the tight, seeping hole for all I knew. I grunted in time to the muted creaking of the rusting old bed springs, then groaned as Tom's hands abandoned my squashed breasts and grasped my legs just below the knee. He prised them apart gently, my heels sliding off his shoulders, and held me spread wide open as he grounded himself deliciously against the depths of my sex and held there, the gentle gyrations of his hips rasping his pubic hairs against my engorged and hyper-sensitive labia. I groaned as he moved almost imperceptibly inside me, my own hands only now joining the battle as they flew to my tits and resumed the pinching, kneading, fondling and caressing that Tom had only moments before ceased doing. I pushed them together, nipple almost touching nipple, and moaned in impatience as he held himself to all intents and purposes stationary inside me. "Fuck me," I whimpered, my voice barely above a breath as I pleaded for him to start fucking me once more. "What?" Tom enquired, cocking his head to one side, a thin smile on his lips as he maintained eye contact with me. "Fuck me!" I repeated, my eye casting about for Martin, finding him stood in the corner of the room and filming the tangle of our bodies in full frame rather than zoomed in on genitalia. "Louder." Tom said huskily. "Can't hear you." Whether he meant he couldn't hear me or if he was referring to the microphone in Martin's equipment I couldn't tell, but the words burst out of my mouth a little louder than they should, powered by frustration, impatience, the actress within me or more likely just a burning desire for him to bring me to another screaming, creaming, shuddering climax. "Fuck me Tom," I hissed. "Fuck me and make me cum, fuck me please." "How?" He whispered as he gyrated his hips, his cockhead stirring my depths, heightening the sensations that seared my mind. "Fuck me hard, fast, deep, I don't care just fuck me." I cried, thrusting my ass down into the bed then back at him if he wasn't going to do it for me. I felt a hand slither from my knee and down the inside of my left thigh, then I lost track of it as his cock began to piston in and out of me, slowly at first but with steadily increasing frequency and forcefulness. A minute later I felt that hand on my ass cheek, squeezing it roughly, thumb almost sliding into the crack where his swinging balls were banging against the full flesh. That wasn't the only banging. The headboard thudded dully against the wall behind me and instinctively I reached behind my head with my hands, grasped the hard wooden board with my hands and held it off as Tom drove himself deeper inside me with each wonderful stabbing of his loins. Now it was squeaks and creaks, grunts and groans and wet slaps as we made love on the old bed and my brain suddenly shifted focus to Tom's thick thumb as it slipped deeper into the crack of my ass and was almost upon the dark, puckered ring that guarded my third fuck-hole. "Yes," I gasped as his hand squeezed my ass cheek, the thumb pulling me open as it neared my anus. A fraction of an inch and it would be right there, I realised, my eyes closing again as Tom pounded me into the complaining mattress. I was on the verge of begging him to put it in me when the rough surface of his thumb tip pressed firmly against the wrinkled ring and instead I cried out with the extreme sensations, knowing that with just a little more pressure those sensations would plateau and another orgasm would be triggered. Instead he teased me, circling the hole as his thick prick powered in and out of me, rubbing the oils that were leaking form my cunt and running down my ass cheeks into the crevice, lubricating the entrance in preparation for the inevitable penetration. I was ready. I wanted it. "Do it.!" I insisted. Almost instantly Tom pressed his thumb against the hole, and it instinctively clenched in resistance, but the oils that that flooded it in copious amounts had done their job and the thick tip of the thumb pushed its way in, the tightness and the sensitivity sending searing bolts of pain to my brain. I cried out, half in pleasure, half with the pain, but soon I was just whimpering with the sheer intensity of the pleasure as the pain faded into the background. He gently thumb-fucked my ass as I writhed in delicious torment beneath him, his prick lodged deep in my clutching pussy. "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned as the two things sawed in and out of me. "I'm cumming again!" I gasped out a breathless "Aaahhhh" As my orgasm hit me, heavier and harder than before, dragged out seemingly forever by the double penetration. I shook and shuddered as I cried out all the way through the prolonged climax, right until Tom pulled his thumb out of my ass and rolled me over onto my side, his long, thick cock remaining inside me as he shifted position on the bed. Martin was in front of me, filming me full frontal as Tom lifted up my right leg and began driving himself into me from behind, in what is known as the spoon position, but with my leg elevated up in the air so that Martin could capture the scene of his cock disappearing into the depths of my glistening, juice soaked cunt. I stared into the camera dreamily, my tits heaving with each violent lunge of Tom's hips as he banged away at me, Martin's bulge obvious beneath the denim of his jeans. I bit my lip, closing my eyes as Tom hammered in and out of me, lost in the moment as my lover strived to reach his own climax, his penis pistoning in and out of me at an almost frantic and uncontrolled pace. Presently he slowed, and I wondered if he had come and I'd not felt him unloading inside me but then he pulled out of me almost impatiently. He pushed me onto my belly then his firm hands grabbed hold of my hips and he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. This was more like it. This was my favourite position. His hands between my thighs spread my legs apart and I felt the tip of his cock press between my cunt lips and slide smoothly in with virtually no resistance. I was slick, loose, well fucked in fact and Tom began to shag me hard, fast and deep as he sought his own release. Martin moved in, filming in close-up for a minute as Tom pounded away at me and the headboard thudded against the wall. I reached between my legs, feeling for his full balls, grabbing them and squeezing them, caressing and kneading them as they swung back and fore like a pendulum beneath his powerful prick. I felt a fingertip at my ass again, felt it quickly spear inside me with virtually no resistance again, and I shrieked at the delight. My tits swung and bounced beneath my body, my back arched, my eyes closed, mouth open, tongue trapped between my teeth, sweat flooding out of my pores, cunt cream running down my legs from my sundered pussy. My ass wobbled with each thrust, my knees and elbows threatening to buckle with the violence that Tom was unleashing upon me, almost pitching me forward onto my face upon the pillow and Tom's movements suddenly speeded up, deepening so that his knob was almost in the pit of my stomach, and then he cried out, pulled out, and I felt his hot, thick cream rain down upon my back. It seems I wasn't the only one playing for the camera, I realised as I glanced over my shoulder and saw Martin standing back, recording Tom wanking himself furiously and shooting thick arcs of cum all the way up to my shoulderblades for a few seconds until the final weak dribbles of his release oozed from the head of his cock and slowly dripped onto my still quivering ass. I felt Tom's cock press between those ass cheeks, sliding back and fore through the slippery valley as the last spasms of his orgasm faded away, then he slumped onto the bed beside me. Tracy Does Tom Ch. 02 Now Martin was in my face with the camera as I snuggled into Tom, pressing my wet, sticky, cum spattered back into his belly and chest. "How was that Tracy?" Martin asked as he pushed the red light into my face. "Unbelieveable." I sighed dreamily. "Shame about the ending, though." "Why?" I saw him frown beyond the lens. "It was perfect. It's going to look fantastic once its edited." Martin said defensively. "I would have liked to have been a proper porn star," I explained. "Finished Tom off with my hands and lips and taken his load all over my face." Martin was close enough I realised, for this dream to still happen, and I reached out with my hand and touched the buckle of his belt. "Maybe its not too late?" I asked, giving him my most seductive gaze. He didn't back off, which was all the invite that I needed, and kept filming as my hand deftly unbuckled him, angling the camera down to my hands. Realising what was going on Tom stumbled off the bed and crossed to Martin, his still semi-hard dick waving in the air as he took Martin's camera and knelt down beside us, aiming it at my hands as they unzipped the shocked but unresisting cameraman's jeans and tugged them down around his hips. His cock sprang out, hard, thicker than Tom's, and a good inch longer, and I curled my fingers around the veiny, ridged shaft and began to pump slowly, pushing the foreskin back to reveal the swollen purple glans. I shifted on the bed, moving closer, intending to take him into my mouth and give him my very best blow job but for whatever reason, whether it was all that time when he'd been hard and watching us fuck, or perhaps a long dry spell without a female hand touching his member, he began to groan with my lazy masturbation of him and I felt his cock twitch in my hand as his balls jetted their pent up load through the tubing. It exploded with extreme violence in my hand, streams of thick hot cum spurting across the gap between us and hitting me full in the face. The stuff splashed across my eyes, my forehead, up into my hair, then began running down my cheeks and into my lips as I kept jerking him off. He cried out with each jet of cum, and Tom and I later counted them when watching the video, and it was no less than seven powerful spurts of semen that I took over my face and in my hair before the last of his load dribbled out of the end and into my hand. "Now that's more like it." I giggled as the cum dripped off me and onto the bed, and I rolled over onto my back and lay there, the warmth of it on my face curiously arousing as Tom knelt on the bed and filmed his cum covered slut running her hands through the thick cream and rubbing it into her hard nipples and all over her breasts. Martin busied himself by pulling his trousers up and taking the camera off Tom as I padded out to the bathroom for a shower. When I had finished he was gone, not having said a word to me, and Tom clutched the hard drive in his hand like a kid with a new toy. "We're going to have to do that again." I murmured huskily as I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Yeah, having somebody videotape us was pretty fucking hot." "I don't mean the taping," I giggled as my hand closed over his soft, flaccid penis in preparation for another more private session of lovemaking. "I mean having another guy with us." But that's another story. Tracy Does Tom "Your gran's smoke detector? This just gets more and more surreal." "Well, when you want something bad enough sometimes you have to be a little creative to make sure you get it." I beamed at him as I hitched my skirt up to show him my thighs all the way to the gusset of my black satin panties. "Ready stud?" Tom didn't reply. He just put the BMW in gear and screeched away from the pavement. "Take it easy," I laughed as he picked up speed quicker than I thought the car was capable of. "You can write Rob's 'precious' off when we're coming back if you like, but if you crash the fucker on the way out before you've screwed my arse off I swear to God I'll break every fucking bone in your body." Tom laughed and his hand slipped off the gearstick and settled high up on my exposed thigh. Now there was no going back. "Y'know, I never realised you were such a bad, bad girl, Tracy." He laughed. "Yeah, you think I'm bad now but you just wait until my knickers are around my ankles, honey." I winked at him, then settled back in the leather seat and opened my legs wider for his hand, closing my eyes as they gently floated along my thigh, caressing me from my knee to a point just a hair away from my damp, sticky, long neglected pussy. "What if he rings your gran and finds out we aren't there?" Tom wondered. "He won't. He's useless with phone numbers and I hid the phone book under the sofa just in case. My mobile is in my purse under the coffee table. I'm free!" I giggled. "Free at last!" Tom just shook his head disbelievingly. His house wasn't far - about half a mile across town - but the way his fingers were stroking my slit through my knickers I'd have my face in his lap before we were halfway there. Presently he turned off the main road and into his street and parked outside his house. Now it was Tom's turn to ask if I was sure I wanted to go through with this. I didn't bother to reply, just got out of the car and stood on his doorstep, tapping the face of my wristwatch. As soon as he closed the front door behind him I pushed him against the wall, my hands on his hard torso, and craned my neck to kiss him. He bent to me, our lips crashing together with almost bruising force and his tongue spearing inside my mouth. My hands slid around his back, fingernails raking up and down his shoulderblades, and his slipped behind me and began to work impatiently at the catch of my bikini top. My tongue tangled with his, forcing him back out of my mouth, and his expert fingers soon had the plastic clasp undone. I felt the pressure of the elastic against my back disappear, felt his fingers peeling the shoulder straps down my arms, then his lips tore away from mine, leaving me to gasp breathlessly as I had forgotten all about breathing, and then his mouth was against my ear. "Tell me what you want." Tom murmured as his tongue flicked out and slid along the whorls and the lobe. I shivered beneath his touch. This was a dream coming true, literally. I thrust my hands between our bodies, groping for the button and fly of his jeans. "I want what's in there." I gasped as his teeth nipped at my ear and the button popped under my touch. My fingers closed on the zipper and yanked it roughly down, but then his hands caught hold of mine and he turned me around, pinning me against the wall, my hands firmly locked above my head. He used his teeth to pull my bikini top upward, exposing my heavy breasts, then I felt the warm wetness of his mouth close over a nipple and I was in heaven. All the unspoken reservations that I held about this moment, the fear, the guilt, the inhibitions that had stifled my sexuality for so long disappeared under the touch of his warm mouth. Rob was forgotten, might as well have never existed, along with a pretty large proportion of my conscience. All that mattered was the raging fire between my pussy lips and the thought of relieving months of pent up desire in the next hour. "Oh God," I murmured as his tongue flicked at the bud inside his mouth, then he released my right arm and closed his fingers firmly over my right breast, fondling it roughly with his calloused builders hands and making the sensitive nipple harden instantly beneath his touch. He sucked on one and kneaded the other and I just stood there with my back against the cold, unpainted plaster wall taking it happily, eyes closed and groaning with the pleasure as he twisted my whole body around his little finger. My free hand tangled in his hair as he worked on my tits, urging him on in his efforts, then it slowly traced down his bare back and hooked in the waistband of his jeans, easing them down his hips and ass. "I want what's in there." I repeated, moaning as his left hand once again pinned both my arms above my head and he switched his mouth to the other breast, the one that had just enjoyed a mauling with his rough fingers, then the bikini top was history, travelling up my arms, past my fingers, and the next thing I knew it was lying on the floor beside me and his hands flashed downward to the waistband of my skirt. The button on the scrap of denim was gone in a second, the zip ripped asunder impatiently a second later, and when he roughly tugged the denim skirt down my hips my black panties went halfway down my legs with them. For a moment I wondered if he was going to whip out his dick and fuck me standing up against the wall in the hallway of his house, and I wouldn't have minded one little bit, but then he stepped back away from me stared at me, a lascivious glint in his eyes as he took in my hard, saliva dampened nipples and the glistening gash of my slit which was wetter still, even though he hadn't touched me anywhere near there since we'd gotten out of the car. I squirmed a little in embarassment. Unfortunately I wasn't blessed with supermodel looks or a voluptuous movie star body and truth be told I was feeling a little self-conscious about it at that moment in time. I'd long felt that it was the softening of my body that had turned Rob off me, the filling out of my curves that had turned him to his own hands for relief rather than using what lay waiting desperately between my legs and Tom studying me beneath that piercing gaze of his made me feel a little nervous. Everything I had was on display for him, I realised, while all he had shown me was what I had seen in the garden. "I thought it was you show me yours, I'll show you mine?" I breathed as I bit my lower lip and stepped out of my skirt and panties, leaving them on the floor beside my discarded bikini top. I was naked as the day I'd been born aside from a watch and a gold necklace, fully exposed, and despite telling him repeatedly that all I wanted was what filled his jeans he still hadn't made any moves to give it to me. Indeed, when I had thrust my hands down there to take it for myself he had wrenched them away and pressed me up against the wall. For fucks sake stop teasing, I wanted to scream. We only had one bloody hour! I dropped to my knees. If he wanted me to beg I would have, but that was not his intent. Nor was it mine. He wasn't going to use me as his submissive sex slave, I realised. He was telling me what he wanted, but doing so silently. Perhaps it was a test, maybe he wanted to know far I was willing to go before chickening out and running back to Rob with my tail between my legs. He'd done a couple of minutes work on warming me up, building me up to a frenzy with his fingers and suckling mouth in a delicious display of soft-core foreplay and now it was my turn to kick things up a gear. I shuffled towards him, hooked my fingers in the pockets of his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His red boxers stayed up on his hips, the clear profile of his semi-hard cock holding them in place, and as I tugged his jeans down to his ankles I looked up at the growing bulge. His increasing size had already stretched his shorts outward so that I could just see his hanging, jizz laden balls through the leg holes, and I ran my fingers back up his hairy legs, kissing his knees and thighs as I hooked my fingers in the elasticated hem of his shorts and eased them down. His swollen cock sprang out, not quite hard, a little downward curl from root to tip as it hung in the air above my upturned face. His shorts soon joined his jeans as I inched my fingers back up his lower body, my tongue slicking down the wiry hairs on his thighs. His dick was still hardening as I gazed up at it, like a balloon slowly inflating, and I hadn't even touched it yet. It was an immense relief to know that I could still make a guy hard without having to take his dick in my hands or mouth, that I could still do it with my looks, my curves and the mere promise of intimacy. At that moment I realised that if he'd wanted I would have willingly been his submissive bitch. "Tell me what you want." I asked him, just as he had earlier asked me. "Anything, anything at all." He responded with silence and I knew exactly what that meant, but I wanted something new from this relationship. "Don't be coy." I murmured softly as my face closed to within a few inches of his hanging testicles. "There's no time for shyness. I just want to use your body, and let you use mine. No love, no tenderness, just hard, brutal fucking. I don't want you to make love to me, I just want you to shag the shit out of me. So now you know what I want, tell me what you want." When I finished my sentence my lips were just underneath his balls, so I kissed them tenderly, taking some of the sac inside my mouth. He was fully hard now, his erection sticking out like a pole before my eyes. No different to Rob's, I realised. Perhaps that's a genetic thing, aside form the fact that this one looked hard as iron like a proper 'I mean business' penis should, though it had been years since I had seen Rob's cock hard and in daylight. It brought the memories flooding back and at that moment I suddenly felt a panic stricken flash of guilt for what I was doing, but that soon passed as my tongue played with his balls. It was too late for second thoughts now. Things had gone way too far already. Tom's hands caught in my hair, playing idly with the curls at the back of my head as I continued to suck on his balls, alternating between the pair. Still he had said nothing, despite my statement that this was nothing to be embarrased about, that he was nothing more than a fuck toy to me and that I wanted to be nothing more than that for him. After a moment he began. "Tracy, just be the woman you are." Aww, I thought. Sweet guy. I'd have to work on beating that out of him. "I'm not a woman for you, Tom. I'm just a quick fuck, that's all. I'm your easy lay - your pick up the phone dial-a-bitch." I told him as I closed my fingers around the hard shaft of his cock and began to slowly wank him now that my mouth was busy talking dirty. Talking dirty was one of my favourite taboos. When Rob was out and I was home alone I'd go online to sex chat rooms on the internet and talk dirty with total strangers either by text or with the laptops microphone. With Tom it was almost as second nature as when I was an anonymous horny webslut. I wanted him to think of me as his whore, because that's all I wanted to be. I didn't want to leave Rob for Tom, and I knew Tom wanted more from a woman than second hand goods, his brothers' sloppy cast-offs that would destroy his relationship with the entire family and find him excommunicated. All I wanted was his hard cock and his delving tongue and his rough hands all over my aching body, because I had grown stale and unappealing in my own husbands eyes but in Tom's I was brand new and I could reinvent myself into whoever and whatever I wanted to be. Tom was just a life support system for a fully functioning penis to me, and all I wanted to be for him was a willing slut ready to spread her legs for him when the rest of the local wells ran dry and this is exactly what I told him, switching effortlessly into a side of my life that I had previously only shown over the internet. "All you are to me is a hot mouth and a hard cock, Tom. Let me be a hot mouth and a wet cunt for you." So I guided his hard cock to my hot mouth and closed my greasy crimson lips over the engorged arrowhead of his penis, the distinctive flavour of his pre-cum assaulting my taste buds. Tom groaned as the warm wetness of my oral cavern engulfed his glans, the fingers in my hair tightening involuntarily as I sucked on it like it was an iced lolly. He pushed himself deeper into my mouth and I took him hungrily, my fingers still sliding up and down the thick skin of his shaft. " Fuck......Trace......" He moaned, and I almost giggled at that. Yes, Tom. You soon will. Not even World War Three breaking out over our heads would stop that from happening. I slid my lips further down his shaft, taking more of his cock inside my mouth. It wasn't difficult. I'm not exagerrating any of this, making it up or embellishing facts as I write this episode up. He didn't have a pornstar cock, much like I don't have pornstar looks or the body of a twenty year old glamour model. Close on seven inches, roughly the same dimensions that I had been used to since I met Rob, and that was not particularly difficult to take down your throat, especially when you had a good ten years of experience sucking such cocks. Sometimes I wonder how it might have been with somebody else, somebody with something longer, thicker or both even, but at that moment it didn't matter. I had got what I'd been missing for a long time back, and I wanted for nothing more than that. Had my husband been more interested I wouldn't even have made it this far, but by this time it was too late. I was really getting into it again and I was determined to make this so good that Tom would be coming back for more. I was more than happy to be his inbetweener, his perpetually ready to go dial a bitch, as I had earlier termed it. I drew my head back, let his prick slide out of my mouth, teased the underside of his glans with my tongue mercilessly, making him squirm, the fingers in my hair tightening further as his cock twitched with every playful swipe of my tongue. My left hand began to move along his shaft again, gripping more firmly this time, my fingers curling into a tight fist around him as I pumped him, the purple glans resting on my pink, outstretched tongue and I jerked him off like this for a few seconds before taking him deep into my mouth again. He groaned as I did so, his hands clamping on the back of my head and insistently forcing more and more of his cock into me until I was almost gagging on it. I suppressed the reflex, resisted him by pulling my head back so that I could get some air down my throat, then when he released my head I drew myself back until only the swollen knob was trapped between my teeth then I quite simply dived down his shaft, more or less ramming him right into the back of my throat again. From the noises that he was making it was clear that he was enjoyinig this. I made it my mission to take as much of him in as possible, until only his pubic hairs were visible, and repeated the motion, allowing him to slip almost entirely out of my mouth before ramming it back down to the tight constriction of my throat, the entire cycle repeating every three or four seconds. My fingers now cradled his balls, rolling the twin eggs around as I fucked him with my mouth, impaling my throat again and again. "Jesus," Tom moaned as my tongue pressed against his balls, his cockhead lodged tightly in the back of my throat. Again the gag reflex got the better of me as his fat knob stretched my gullet and I finally ripped his cock out of my mouth, a sticky trail of viscous saliva still connecting the tip to my lips. "You like that?" I gasped breathlessly, my fist curling around his cock again, running up and down it slowly now, gripping it much lighter. I lapped at his hanging sac again and his toes curled involuntarily. Now that I was used to taking so much cock in my mouth again I attacked it with renewed vigour, with almost furious passion. Tom gasped as I bobbed my head up and down his penis, giving him a full stroke from tip to balls with my lips. I gripped his ass cheeks tightly with my fingers as I fucked him with my mouth, and he responded by gripping my head and helping me with the strokes, his full balls banging against the underside of my chin. I looked up at him as he used me roughly, almost skewering my throat, using me the way I had longed to be used in my frequent fantasies of just such a moment, but his head was tilted back and I could not see past his proud chest. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the blowjob, feeling his hips jerking on the in-stroke as I devoured him, his butt cheeks clenching and unclenching beneath my hands, streams of drool pouring from my lips and splashing wetly against my tits and their still hard nipples. I sensed an urgency building in his thrusts, the first sign of impending climax, and I feared I'd gone too far already and that he was going to blow his load down my throat before I'd even had so much as a finger spearing my pussy. Bugger it, I thought. If it happens it happens, but then Tom's self control returned and on the next out-stroke he held me there, his cock-head trapped behind my teeth, my tongue automatically resuming flicking over the pulsing glans. This is it, I figured. He was going to blow right down my throat, but instead Tom simply eased himself out of my mouth and gazed down at me while I looked up at him. "Fuckin' 'ell Tracy, that was amazing." He breathed as his blue eyes bored down at me, looking a little glazed over. "I haven't finished." I smiled wickedly. "Well you almost finished me," he quipped as my hands roamed up and down his taut ass cheeks. "Bedroom. Now." "Yes master!" I smiled broadly, struggling to my feet, still a little tipsy from all the beer but nowhere near as much as I had been when I'd been teasing him with my foot. He stepped into me, his arms folding around me again, his solid cock pressing against my belly as his tongue sought out mine. I dissolved into his kiss, letting him taste himself inside me thoroughly, his tongue exploring every last crevice of my aching jaw, then he withdrew and turned me around. His hands slapped my butt cheeks playfully, pushing me along the hallway to the stairs and upward to his bedroom. I glanced behind to see him fishing his mobile out of his pocket before following me, wondering why on earth he wanted that with him while we made whoopie? When we were through the door he quickly guided me toward the bed, then forced me down onto my knees at the foot of it and proceeded to push me face down into the soft, fluffy duvet. I was easily wet enough to take his cock from behind but he had other ideas, and the first thing I felt were his thumbs teasing my ass cheeks apart so that he could study both my holes in the cold light of day. I was now in a world of blind sensations, unable to see anything except the quilt cover beneath me and maybe the headboard if I craned my neck, so I just closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. If he wanted to ass fuck me, despite never having done that before in my life, then that was totally cool with me too. First I felt a fingertip tenderly stroking the contours of my gaping slit - up, around the top, down and around again. I moaned as he teased me, pushed myself back at him, but Tom ignored this and just carried on teasing me, painting the crinkles of my labia with my own seeping creams. I was ready to beg when I felt a finger slide inside me, and I darn near shrieked in alarm when I felt his tongue press against the other hole. Holy shit, forgive the term, but nobody had ever done that to me before. This bastard had clearly been single for far too long and watched a few too many porno movies to pass the time. Hmmmm...lucky old me, I smirked as his tongue swirled around the puckered ring of my tight anus and his finger worked busily away in my vagina, making me shudder as the exquisite sensations powered along my spinal cord from clitoris to cranium. His tongue probing my ass was just heightening the sensations. I moaned with the pleasure, reached behind me with my hands and spread my ass cheeks wider for him, giving him more room to work, and then I gasped when I felt his tongue actually penetrate me there and a second finger slid inside my pussy alongside the first. This was so dirty but felt so utterly fantastic that I just pulled tighter on my butt cheeks for him. Tracy Does Tom Soon he was fingering me harder, two thick fingers sliding in and out right to the palm of his hand, his tongue squirming around inside me at the back, and I could already feel my climax building. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." I gasped, my spine arching with the pleasure and he redoubled his efforts, his chin now pressed hard between my ass cheeks, his palm wetly slapping my pubic mound as he pounded away at my burning cunt, tongue almost feeling like another finger, so deep inside my ass as it was. My hands clenched tightly on my own buttocks at the onset of my orgasm, opening my holes further still, and I cried out as the first waves thundered through my body. "Ahhhhh" I cried, then "Aaahhhhhhh" again as a longer shudder caused my cunt to spasm wildly and my ass to tighten around his tongue, and he withdrew his face, stabbing a thick thumb hard and deep into my recently vacated butt as a third involuntary shriek burst from my mouth. "Fuuucckkk" I groaned as the three fingers continued to move inside my body as if nothing had happened, his pace unrelenting, fingers stabbing inward as thumb withdrew and vice versa, a wild sawing action separated by just the thin membrane that separated my holes. "Ohhh fuuuck." I groaned again as the waves of orgasm receded to leave just the delightful electric like sensations of the fingers moving inside me. "Fuck me now." I begged him as I released my grip on my own ass cheeks. "I want your cock in me." I felt myself half lifted, half dragged onto the bed and roughly turned over onto my back. Tom loomed large and heavy above me, his face gazing down into mine, the tip of his cock dragging heavily against my belly as he maneouvred himself into position. I spread my legs for him, offering everything I had eagerly, longing to feel his hard cock sliding between the lips of my soaked pussy. Through eyes half glazed over with ecstacy and half glazed over with alcohol I watched as he reached down between his legs and grabbed a hold of his thick meat, then I felt it nudging forcefully at my labia. He teased me, rubbing the head in circles around the periphery of my hot, bubbling snatch, then sliding it lower between my ass cheeks and pressing against my slick anus so that it almost but not quite penetrated me there, then back up to my cunt again where he did the same thing. I grew impatient, started pushing my hips against him while he tormented me, trying to force him inside my pussy when he held it near that hole, and similarly pushing back at him with my ass when he pressed it against that tight ring. I didn't care, just wanted his manhood in my body, any hole, it didn't matter to me any more. The only things I'd had in my ass in my life were a finger and a well baby-oiled vibrator, but for Tom I offered that hole as willingly as I did the conventional one. Rob wasn't interested in my ass, claiming that hole was for fags, for getting things out rather than letting things in but it seemed Tom was much more broad minded over what uses that tight little ring could be put to. "Stop messing around and put the fucking thing in me!" I snarled at him and the bastard smiled, then in one smooth, almost fluid motion he slammed his cock all the way inside my pussy until his balls pressed against my ass. ""Uuaaaaaahhhh!" I shrieked at the invasion, eyes wide as the full length of his meat powered past the initial resistance my out of practice cuntal muscles offered, and Tom ground his hips against mine as he held that position, his fat, swollen knob rubbing delightfully against the neck of my womb. "Fuck me Tom." I eventually managed to stutter as he gyrated his hips against mine. "Fuck me hard, please." I begged as I gazed up into his eyes. He said nothing, just bent his head to mine and sought my mouth with his. I accepted his tongue greedily, my hands snaking around his back and latching onto his firm butt, and as my tongue battled with his inside our mouths he began to make love to me slowly, deliciously. I felt a hand on one of my tits squeezing and kneading as we snogged and fucked and it felt heavenly. He completely filled me, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of me from root to tip and my cunt felt almost liquid, as if it had melted totally beneath this onslaught. "Aaahhhh." I sighed as he moved inside me, stretching me delightfully. I could feel the bulbous head, slightly larger than the shaft, pistoning along the length of my vaginal canal. I looked down between the valley of my fleshy tits at the length of cock meat sundering my sex - such a lewd sight and even more of a turn on - and I could almost envision the tip of it distorting the skin of my belly as he screwed me, but that was probably just beer induced imagery. I lifted my knees, planting my feet higher up on the bed, encouraging him to fuck me deeper. My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, in time with the smooth, easy, almost leisurely thrusts of his loins against my pelvis. My hands slithered down his back to his ass, feeling it clenching and unclenching with each stroke of his manhood, and I dug my fingers in on the downstroke, making him twitch his hips at the deepest penetration. I cried out each time the tip butted against the neck of my womb, but that only served to make him work harder as he strove to plow my furrow a fraction of an inch further with each gasp inducing thrust. He steadily speeded up our fuck and the bed soon began to complain vociferously beneath us, the squealing of tortured springs a rhythmic counterpoint to our copulating. I bit his shoulder, raked my nails along his ass and stabbed them into his back. "Harder!" I hissed with wanton abandon. I should have cum again by now but the beer was acting as a barrier to the orgasmic sensations. That always happened to me. A little too much to drink and climaxing became more elusive. Sure I had orgasmed when he was finger fucking me earlier, but it had been a long time and the cobwebs had needed to be blown away. Now things were more natural and as a consequence it had become a little more difficult to cum - I was perhaps a little too relaxed. So I urged him on, whispering in his ear to fuck me harder, faster, and not to hold anything back. Soon his hips were slapping wetly against mine as my cunt gushed its juices all over the place, and my brain began to struggle to process the intensifying pulses of electricity that my clit was sending it. The relentless hammering that I was receiving made my eyes roll into the back of my head as I cried out with each powerful lunge of his loins, each stabbing thrust to the heart of my sex, each dull thud of the wooden headboard against the wall behind it as the bed rocked beneath me. "Ahh,ahh, ahh, ahh fuck,,, ahhh, yess...." I gasped. My legs closed around his back and clutched him tightly as my orgasm hit and his strokes slowed as my heels and my fingers crushed him into me. The outer regions of my cunt contracted, holding his cock tightly, and the spasms of climax rippled violently along my vaginal walls. Tom groaned and then I felt his cock-head jerk inside me as his hot seed flooded into my belly and that triggered a second stage ignition of my already flash fried senses. I cried out again as the orgasm continued to thunder through me, each pulse of his prick, each short, forceful jet of boiling semen spurting into my body triggering another miniature explosion in my mind as I writhed in exquisite torment beneath his heavy form. I held him there until he was soft, not quite crying at my transition from housewife to adultress but close. A bridge had been crossed, another had been burned. I blinked my regrets away. They were inconsequential in comparison to the relief that I felt after such a long dry spell. Dry spell, I laughed. That was surely over if the raging torrent of my own juices mixed with Tom's thick, creamy cum gushing out of my filled pussy now that his flaccid member had vacated it was anything to go by. He'd sure as hell need to change the quilt cover tonight. He rolled off me and lay on his side, turned away from me, no doubt contemplating his own regrets after fucking the living daylights out of his own brother's wife, so I rolled over and threw my arms over him, pressing my breasts and their still hard nipples against his back, hooking my left leg over his hips. "That was magnificent." I whispered, kissing him between his shoulder blades. "You were magnificent." I didn't know what else to say. My fingers stroked his nipples, his abdomen, eventually found their way down to his massed curls of pubic hair. I kissed his back again, lightly tracing a figure of 8 with my tongue over the taut flesh, and almost by accident I grazed my fingernails across the base of his prick. His hand closed over mine and I expected him to throw it off, but instead he pulled it further down and pressed my palm against the soft bulge. My fingers gathered it all up, cradled it, caressed it absently as I lazily rubbed my wet, sticky pussy against his firm buttocks. After a while Tom began to respond with a noticeable growth of the pliant flesh that my hand held loosely, and it didn't take long for it to start losing its pliability and begin hardening again. I hadn't expected that at all, I had just been nursing it to while away the rest of the hour that we had together. I had no idea how much of that was left. Half of it perhaps? Half of it would be very nice indeed, I thought as the shaft shortly returned to its most efficient form - stiff, erect, thick and engorged with blood. I stroked him slowly, tenderly, with a light two fingered grip on his shaft. My thumb smoothed over the bulbous head, my fingertips softly caressing the underside of the long, stiff pole. There were a number of things that I could do, I knew. I could wank him like this until he came, suck him off until he came, or climb on top and fuck him again until he came. Or I could do all of those in any order, and I was already heavily engaged in the first. There were also things I couldn't do, like pushing my cum filled pussy into his face for one - that was just too nasty. A guy has to do that all by himself, you never make him do it. My pussy was effectively out of bounds to his tongue, which was a bit of a shame as I do enjoy a good tongue fucking. Sometimes a nice face-sitting session is just what a woman needs, but I knew that we didn't have long and to spend it just snuggling would be wasting what we had. I decided not to waste any more time thinking about sex and so climbed on top of him, forcing him onto his back, and straddled his thighs, now with both my hands wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. I bent and licked at the tip, smiling when Tom's hands caught in my hair, then I slid up his body and lowered my still dripping cunt down onto his upright member, guiding it inside me with my hands. I gasped again as it speared me smoothly, its passage eased by the copious lubricants that bubbled inside my sex and when he was inside me I leaned forward, my palms resting on his hard pectorals, my heavy tits hanging invitingly between my arms. Tom reached up and tweaked my nipples as I wriggled my hips, settling myself in position upon him, our pubic hairs entwined and matted with sticky cum. He fit perfectly as if made for me and me alone. With my pubic bone resting against his groin I could feel the fat head pressing right at the end of my slick velvetty love tunnel. I rippled my cunt walls up and down in an almost forgotten muscular exercise that elicited a moan of pure pleasure from his lips and then I was groaning myself as his fingers pulled harder on my tender teats, almost making me yelp. "Fuck, Trace, that feels good." He murmured, and I threw back my head and gyrated my hips against him in a tight circular motion, shuddering as his cock stirred the depths of my honey pot. His rough hands cupped both breasts, thumbs stroking the nipples gently now. I lifted myself upward, trembling as his shaft slipped partly out of my pussy, and held myself in position a couple of inches above him, just the glans remaining inside me. I squeezed my cunt muscles and Tom's fingers instantly tightened on my tits again, and a tremulous laugh escaped his lips. "Jeeesus, Tracy you're a hot bitch." I smiled thinly as I slid my body back down his thick pole. "You like that?" I asked as I began to fuck him slowly, my hands digging into his own chest as his fondled mine. "Does your bitch please you?" I continued, exercising those muscles again as I grew more comfortable with the slow up and down motion, with the feel of his meat completely filling me. I glanced down between my legs as I screwed him, watching the long, thick shaft disappear and reappear, the visual component heightening the sensations even further as my vaginal lips devoured the organ whole. "Lean right back." Tom told me. "I want to see you riding me." I shifted myself around to comply, my hands now resting on his knees and my tits upthrust as I put my filled cunt on display for him. Then he did something that I hadn't expected and picked up his mobile phone off the bedside cabinet and began pressing buttons. Confused, I just held him inside me, then he said "Smile!" and snapped a photo of me with his dick splitting me in two, his phone making that click and auto-wind on noise. "Tom!" I exclaimed, but despite my initial horror I felt an extra level of arousal at being photographed with my conquest screwing me. The position that I was in also helped my state of arousal as with me leaning backward it put extra pressure on my clit and each movement seemed amplified by the additional friction. I lifted myself up until his dick almost slipped out, half of his knob showing between the blood engorge lips of my labia and he snapped off another photo. "Switch to video." I told him, and I began to screw him vigorously as he pushed the buttons and then held it there focused on me. I humped my hips at him, my head thrown back and staring at the ceiling as we both grunted, the sensations of his cock pounding at the core of my being threatening to make me cum again. Maybe it was the position, perhaps the thought of having the moment recorded heightened things, but my lust seemed to go right through the roof at that moment. With his free hand Tom reached down and began playing with the pinnacle of my vagina, his finger worming its way inside the stretched slit right at the top and I began to fuck him faster. "Ohhh shit Tom," I groaned, my ass cheeks slapping against his upper thighs. "I'm gonna cummmmm.." My orgasm thundered through me and my up and down motion on his cock ceased abruptly as my senses overloaded. I cried out as the contractions racked my body, shuddered as my limbs went weak with my brain having lost all control, then I slumped backwards, Tom's still hard cock slipping out of my sated hole and slapping against his taut belly. I gasped for breath as the waves of climax subsided, and when I opened my eyes I found myself staring into the tiny black camera lens of his mobile phone. I smiled weakly, barely aware of the fact that Tom's free hand was massaging my heavy breasts. "Say something, Tracy." Tom murmured as he held the phone up to my face. I was momentarily lost for words, didn't know what to say which is unusual for me to say the least, then the camera moved away and I felt his fingers opening the entrance to my cunt. I looked down, saw him aiming the camera between my legs, then felt two of his fingers invade me. I gulped and uttered a tortured groan. "Enough Tom," I said for the camera, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before I started to get sore down there. "Your turn to cum, now." His fingers frigged me for the camera for a few seconds longer, then he abruptly tore himself out of contact with my body. The next thing I felt was Tom straddling my tits, his knees pressing up against my armpits, his proud cock sticking like a spear from his groin above my face and beyond that the all seeing eye of the mobile phone capturing it all from on high. I reached up and curled my right hand around the hard member, milking it with one hand while the fingers of the other fondled his ball sac. Tom's free hand now that he was in position slipped between my legs again and began diddling my clit roughly. "Fuck," I breathed, acting up for the camera. "Your hand on my cunt feels so fucking good. I hope mine feels just as nice." "So nice I'm gonna cum all over your face if you keep that up." Tom grinned. "Oh no," I sighed. "I want to taste you. I want you to fuck my dirty talking mouth and shoot your hot spunk right down my throat." I told him as I began to wank him harder. He slipped a finger deeper inside me as I did and I moaned with the pleasure pulsing through my pussy. "Aaaahhh fuck." I hissed, my own hand working faster now, pumping his cock with the sole intent of making him blow his load, and I tried to lift myself up to take him into my mouth, but I was having some difficulties getting there with all that was going on. Sensing my troubles Tom slipped his fingers out of my slippery hole and shuffled up my body, pushing his cock down toward my mouth expectantly. I opened wide for him, took his beautiful penis between my crimson lips, tasting the mixed juices that coated it's rock hard surface. Tom swung the camera around and held it close to my face and I wanked him slowly into my mouth, my fist travelling from his balls to my lips once every second. My tongue danced over the tip of his dick, probing the narrow slit which I expected would very soon send his sperm shooting down my throat, swirling around the circumference of the taut glans and sucking gently, my cheeks hollowing as the camera recorded every moment. I let him slip from my mouth and ran my lips and tongue all over it for a few moments, my fingers cradling his testicles and massaging them roughly. I eased a fingertip even lower, working it between his butt cheeks in search of his ass, knowing that this was a surefire shortcut to sending him over the edge. "Cum for me." I murmured as the camera wavered before me, my finger rubbing at the tender puckered ring of his anus, my tongue flicking against the valley in the underside of his glans. Then the fucking phone began to ring. "It's Rob." Tom said as I eased my fingertip inside him. I rolled my eyes, closed my lips over his cock again and sucked on it for all I was worth. "Hi Rob, putting you on speaker 'cause I'm a bit busy at the moment." Tom answered, then I heard my husband's voice, tinny and weak through the phone's little speaker. "Everything all right, mate?" he asked. "No problems." Tom answered. "Hard work this, but it's the kind of stuff I enjoy doing." He grinned. I almost choked on his cock, but then I spat him out of my mouth and raised my voice. "It's a dirty job but somebody has to do it." I said, then I added; "You should pay him something for this, Rob." Rob just laughed. "Gonna be much longer?" "Nope," Tom grinned again. "Just finishing off here." "Cool. I'll save you some food." "I'm fine," I quipped as I wanked Tom a little faster, my finger now having disappeared inside his clenching ass. "I've already eaten, but Tom's going to need some fluids replenished the way he's been going." I added before closing my mouth over Tom's cock again and sucking on it mercilessly. "Okay, I'll make sure there's some cold ones left for you two. Drive safe. See you soon." Rob said, then Tom quickly hung up. All the time the camera had remained focused on my face as I stifled my laughter. I slid my lips along the side of Tom's cock, then took the full length inside me again, bobbing my head back and fore a few times with the glans still near the back of my throat, and Tom warned me that he was going to be cumming any second. I sucked hard on the glans, pumped my finger quickly in and out of his ass, then Tom grabbed my head and roughly pulled himself halfway out of my mouth.