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Another Saturday

By: WriterDom



Unfortunately, Master had to work a half-day on Saturday to tie up some loose ends at the office, leaving his pet at home. Before he left, he found her in the kitchen washing a pan in the sink. He slipped his hands underneath her long T-shirt and sighed as he felt her soft curves unencumbered any undergarments. He wished he had time to take her right there from behind. But, reluctantly, he left her to her chores. 

"I'm meeting with a client for lunch. But I'll be home around two o'clock," he said.

"I'll miss you, Master," she said, giving him a peck on the lips.

At first the morning dragged as his thoughts were still with the beautiful lady he left at home, but then he settled into the day's routine. The lunch meeting went well, and the food was wonderful. He had breaded bow-tie pasta with a spinach dip and a grilled chicken salad. Soon he was on the way to their secluded hide-a-way nestled in the mountains of North Georgia. Just before getting home, he stopped at the florist and bought a single long-stemmed lavender rose.

When he arrived home, Pet greeted him at the door. She dropped to her knees and kissed the black leather house collar. Smiling, he took the collar and fastened it around her neck. He pulled her gently to him. She kissed the growing bulge in his khaki pants.

"They'll be plenty of time for that later, my Pet. Please get me a glass of tea," he said.

He helped her to her feet, and patted her bottom as she scurried off to the kitchen. Remembering the rose, he went back outside to his car to surprise her. She returned with a glass of iced tea garnished with lemon and freshly cut mint. 

"Thank you, my Pet. I trust that you had a lovely morning?"

"Yes, Master, but I missed you. I'm so glad to have you to myself," she said.

"This is for you," he said, pulling the rose out from behind his back. A small token of my appreciation for your wonderful servitude."

"Thank you so much, Master, but to serve you is my greatest pleasure. Let me get a vase for the rose."

"No, there will be time for that later. Undress for me, then close your eyes," he said.

She pulled the T-shirt over her head revealing her lovely full breasts. Her taut nipples ached to be sucked. Her long and curvy figure always kept him in a state of arousal. 

He took the rose and touched it gently to her face. The rose lingered under her nose. He drew it slowly across her lips as if it was a kiss. He traced the Petals down her neck and around each breast, circling upwards to her rigid nipples. The rose continued down her smooth silky belly to the shaved pink lips damp with her excitement. She sighed as the satin Petals licked at her sex. 

Her pussy was drenched with her desire. Cupping her cunt in his hand, he slid a finger between her slippery lips bringing the wetness over her clit. Not a trace of stubble could be felt on her freshly shaven mound. He offered the stem sideways across her lips. She held it in her teeth like a Spanish dancer. 

"Go take care of your rose now, Pet. Then I want you on the bed in your position," he said.

She nodded her head and walked out of the room with the rose stilled clenched between her teeth. He smiled as he watched her tight buttocks sway from side to side as she disappeared into the hallway. 

Pet's "position" on the bed was to lie face down in the middle of their king-sized bed. Her arms were stretched above her head to be tied if that was his pleasure to do so. She was always to be blindfolded unless otherwise instructed. At the command "present yourself" she raises slightly on her knees and spread her legs. This position was used for both pleasure and punishment. When she was to be punished, he'd have her lay the instrument of his choice on the bed beside her. Since she had no such orders, he knew he'd find her relaxed and wet, waiting for the touch of her Master.

He sipped the rest of his tea giving her time to build up a level of anticipation. Quietly he entered and pulled his toy box from underneath the bed. His fingers felt the familiar slick wetness of her pussy as he spread her pink lips. A finger entered her slick pussy. He withdrew, and sucked his finger clean. 

"It seems you've been thinking about me. Please, Pet, tell me your thoughts," he said, heating some massage oil with his hands.

"Yes Master, I have thought about you all day. Wanting to please you. To feel you in me. To taste you."

His hands began to rub the oil into her shoulders. She sighed as he stroked up and down her back. Each time he changed strokes, he felt her relaxation deepen. His thumbs circled down her back on each side of her spine all the way to her hips. Pouring a little pool of oil in his palm, he let it warm then dripped it between the cheeks of her ass. With his index finger, he spread the oil up and down lightly. 

"Present yourself, my sweet one," he said in a low voice.

Her hips rose as she elevated herself on her knees. Making his tongue wide, he licked up the wet lips of her swollen pussy all the way up the crack of her ass. The pointed end of his tongue darted across her asshole till he felt her pushing back to meet him. He added more oil to his finger and slowly entered her tight hole. He inched his finger in slowly each time she relaxed until he was all the way in.Then he began slowly moving in and out, fucking her snug asshole with his finger. 

"You like that don't you, my Pet? Do you want me to fuck your ass?" he asked.

"Yes Master," she moaned.

"Then ask me properly," he said sternly

"Please fuck my ass, Master."

"In due time, Pet," he laughed, "I have other plans for you now." 

He unrolled a condom. Inside the condom, he put a vibrating egg. Gently he eased it into her ass till it disappeared inside her. An identical egg slipped into her pussy. He found a pair of pink thongs, and slipped them up her legs. He pulled them tightly around her pussy as he adjusted the wires to the eggs for easy access to the controls.

She felt a suede flogger slowly dragged down her back. It felt like 24 fingers touching her. He began slowly letting it fall with a thud against her buttocks. She pushed against the fall of the leather as if to ask for more. 

"Do you want to touch your sweet pussy, slave?" he asked

"Yes, Master, may I touch your pussy, Sir?"

"Yes, but don't cum until I give you permission," he said.

Her slender fingers reached inside the pink thong and began rubbing her swollen clit. He turned both the eggs on at a very low vibration. The flogger dropped repeatedly on her ass. He increased the intensity of the vibration to half power. Her hips gyrated as the pleasure was overwhelming. He began striking her ass harder. 

"Please, Master, my I cum," she begged.

"NO, you may not!" he growled.

She stopped touching herself. Both her hands gripped the bedspread as she fought against her climax. He turned both eggs up to full power. The sound of buzzing filled the room along with her labored whimpers and rasping moans. 

"Please, oh God, please, I must cum, may I please Master?" she cried. 

"Fight it, Slave," he said.

"I'm going to cum, please, I beg you, give me permission."

"On my command you can, only then," he said.

"Oh Please Master, ah I can't stop it. I can't. PLEASE Sir," she cried.

"Cum for me, slave. Cum hard for your Master," he said.

Her screams were muffled by the bed as she cried out. The egg in her vagina was pushed out and now buzzing loudly against her lips as she thrashed about the bed. He continued to flog the moving target of her pink bottom, but all she felt was the wonderful waved of joy centered in her pussy and rolling through her being. Her thong was soaked in her pleasure as she continued to wiggle from the aftershocks. At last, she collapsed face down on the bed. Master mercifully removed the relentless eggs and held her tightly in his arms.

Another Saturday at the Office



The alarm clock blared, rousing me from my sleep. I was exhausted, dreading a Saturday spent working. My monthly visitor must be coming soon: I masturbated myself to sleep last night and was still incredibly horny this morning. I did the math; there was no time to masturbate before work. Fuck. A cold shower would have to do. 

I could barely breathe as the frigid water hit my face and ran down my naked body. As the cold water hit my 32DD tits and dripped down my toned body toward my cunt, my swollen clit retreated from the sensation. I took a few deep breaths, dunked my head under the water, and then turned the water on warm. I was almost fully recovered. As I was soaping up, a thought occurred to me: maybe today I'd shave my pussy. I ran my hands through the trimmed bush, giving my lips a few tugs; the sensation was nice, but today I felt like leaving myself bare. 

I started from the top, shaving off a bit of hair at a time. I used to hate the feeling of being shaved, making me look pre-pubescent, but every once in a while the change of scenery felt incredible. Plus I had a boring lonely day of work ahead of me, and since my boss was out for the weekend, an incredibly scandalous plan. 

As I shaved my lips bare, my clit peered out from my naked slit, as if knowing what I had in store for it. "Not right now, you'll have to wait till later," I thought. 

I finished up, soaping up to rinse away all the loose hairs, shut off the water, and stepped out. After towelling off, I caught my reflection in the mirror; my pussy looked ready for work. My nipples were hard; I'd have to wear a padded bra today. I put on a black bra that clasped in front which made my boobs stand out like half-globes, but that wasn't too revealing: my "first-date bra", I called it. Over it I wore a black sleeveless shirt and a gray skirt that hit above the knees. I thought about wearing underwear, but my bare pussy felt so nice I figured I should let it fly free. Every slight breeze would caress it, and with every step it would rub against my ample thighs, which were always full no matter how much I worked out. I put on some flat boots (it was the weekend afterall) and headed out the door. 

The office was sure to be empty today; I'd have the whole space to myself! I went into my shared office and seeing nobody, prepared for a few hours of inputting a bunch of meaningless numbers. I closed the door behind me.

I found a hard plastic chair with no arm rests and metal legs and backrest stays; I pushed aside my ergonomic swivel chair, grabbed the plastic chair and turned it around to sit on backwards. It was more comfortable that way, and it pushed my legs open in a way that felt amazing. My pussy spread wide, and I felt myself start to get wet; it was okay, I figured; nobody would be in today. It'd make the time go faster anyways. I put my headphones on and began typing. 

After a few minutes of inputting numbers I thought I saw something flash by out of the corner of my eye; I looked to the window in the door, but there was nobody there. I was being paranoid, I thought; clearly there'd be nobody there. 

The open-leg position kept me from worrying about anything else; I quickly forgot about the feeling that I was being watched, and got lost in the music and the mindless work and the faint breeze of the A/C caressing my clit and making it throb. I reached down over the back of the chair to hike up my skirt; looking down at my pussy, I could see it start to glisten. I reached down with two fingers and felt it; it was dripping wet. I put one fingertip tentatively inside; it slid in easily. The wave of pleasure felt incredible; I wanted to be fucked right now. 

I made sure nobody was at the door again; I thought I'd seen another flash of something go by. At this point I wasn't sure if anyone walking by could see my pussy, but my skirt was hiked all the way up my thighs and they could surely see my legs spread wide. But of course it was a saturday; I was being ridiculous. There was nobody there. I turned the volume up on my music, and then reached into my purse to pull out a dildo with a suction cup on one end. I scooted back in my chair a little bit and stuck the suction cup onto the chair so that the dildo was curving forward; then I slid back forward so my clit was touching it. I was inputting data at a slower pace now, but well if nobody was at the office I could stay as late as I wanted to. 

My pussy was lubricating the dildo readily now, and my clit was gliding over it with ease. I lifted up my shirt and reached in to massage one nipple with my hand; I could still type with the other, right? 

I was getting so turned on I couldn't take it anymore; again, checking the door to make sure nobody was there, I stood a few inches off the chair and positioned myself over the head of the dildo, and then sat down on the forward-curving shaft. I let out a soft groan as my pussy muscles clench around the shaft of the dildo. I put the hand back into my bra to massage my nipple.

I stopped typing and closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations from my soaking cunt and the music blasting from my headphones. Suddenly I felt a draft; I opened my eyes and saw the door was open; then the lights went out. Before I could cover myself up, I heard two people enter the room and close the door behind them. I was about to get up when one of them sat down behind me and pushed my chest forward into the seat. "Where do you think you're going?" a man's deep voice spoke from right behind me.

"I... I was just working..." I squirmed away but he held me tighter, pinning me with his body.

I felt trapped, his stiffening cock beginning to press against my ass. I tried to push his hips away behind me, but he only grabbed my arms and crossed them behind my back, holding them with ease with his strong hand. His hips were right behind me, he was pushing me forward with his strong body. "Please, I'm just trying to finish up some-"

I felt another set of hands tie a gag around my mouth; I cried out but it sounded muffled. Another set of hands (I assumed it was the man behind me) tied my arms behind my back. I tried to see who they were, but the bright glare of the screen contrasted too greatly with the darkness of the room. Before my eyes could adjust, the person who tied the gag around my mouth also tied a blindfold, throwing my headphones to the floor. Then they tied my legs to the legs of the chair; the whole time I struggled and writhed. I tried screaming; but I knew it was futile with the office being empty and the door being shut and the gag in my mouth. Whoever they were turned my chair so I was no longer facing the desk; they now had a full view of my bare pussy.

I felt the guy who had been pinning me against the chair from behind get up. Someone pulled my shirt up further and unhooked the front clasp of my bra, revealing my giant tits. I could feel them standing over me as they began rubbing my hard nipples, grabbing handfuls of my ample tits. When I tried to squirm away, it only forced me further onto the dildo; No matter how I moved, I was grinding up on the dildo; I didn't know who these people were but I didn't want them to see how wet I was. They couldn't know. 

As soon as the thought crossed my mind I felt someone's hot breath on my clit, and then a tongue started licking and sucking my shaved pussy. I tried to move my hips away, but someone (it felt like the same man who had tied me in the first place) sat behind me and pulled me forward, forcing my legs wider open still as the tongue continued to lick my clit. Despite myself, I was dripping onto the chair, wanting them to lick me harder and faster. 

Then it stopped, and I heard a fly unzip behind me; the guy who sat behind me lifted my skirt a little higher, exposing my round ass, and I felt his cock against my bare crack. He started humping me, getting harder and harder as his cock rubbed against tight hole; he then took the tip of it and started dripping pre-cum around the rim. I had only done anal once, and I'd almost forgotten how much I loved it; I'd never had a dildo in my cunt at the same time though. 

As he was preparing to enter me from behind, I heard another zipper open and the gag on my mouth being pulled down. I was able to relax for a second when something was shoved into my face: it was another pussy! I had assumed it was another man; but here was a sweet-smelling bare-shaven pussy right in my face! 

She draped one leg over my shoulder as I began to lick her harder, licking up the juices dripping out of her, occasionally hearing a gasp as I tongued her pussy hole. I flicked my tongue over her clit as she breathed faster; as I was absorbed in the moment I suddenly realized the man behind me had entered my ass and was starting to thrust deeper into me. He must have lubricated up while I was licking the pussy in front of me, because he was sliding in and out with ease, as I accommodated his large cock and relaxed into it. He reached around and began playing with my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples releasing jolts of ecstasy throughout my body. Faster, I humped the dildo as the man was fucking me from behind, my tits bouncing up and down, and I was licking the hot cunt in front of me. 

She started moaning louder, and as I continued flicking circles with my tongue she started coming, grabbing my head to steady herself and convulsing into it. Her pussy juices were dripping down my chin. She removed her leg from my shoulder and as I was getting closer to climax, she began rubbing my clit as she licked her juices off my face and kissing me hard on the mouth. As the guy kept fucking me harder from behind and she played with my clit, I moaned loudly into her mouth as I started to come in huge waves. Her touch became unbearable, but she continued to masturbate me until I was screaming out loud, the guy fucking me harder and faster. The feeling of having two cocks inside me filling me up like never before was intoxicating, and I was dripping pussy juice all over the chair, which was now warm and slick. 

Finally the man reached under the skirt and grabbed my hips to steady himself as he began bucking uncontrollably against me, shooting cum into my ass to drip down onto the chair. The woman kept her fingers on my cunt but stopped moving them, slumping against my shoulder as the man slumped against my back. 

Then they suddenly got up, and I felt them untie my arms and legs, grab the blindfold and leave. 

I got up off the dildo. "Fuck," I looked down at the chair; it was covered in practically a puddle of juices. I grabbed a few paper towels to clean up, put the dildo in my purse, and put the chair back. Then I straightened my skirt and went back to work, my cheeks warm with a post-coital flush.

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For the next few weeks, I kept trying to figure out who the two assailants on my body were, but everyone was acting casual. Nobody made any indication that they had been there that Saturday.

When my boss asked me to work the weekend a few weeks later, I eagerly accepted her request, under the guise of being excited about the paid overtime. But secretly, I knew my chance had come to find out who they were, or at least, to get another taste...



Another Saturday Morning



Another club night over, I can’t believe it’s nearly 6.00am and I’ve been out dancing all night again. The tube home this morning is absolutely packed, a mixture of people occupy the carriages, those going home from the nights activities and those who are heading in to the city for work. I’m seriously exhausted but I’m having to stand up I could really do with a seat, I wonder if any of these gentlemen would give up their seat but then I remember that this is the 21st century and gentlemen are very few and far between in this day and age. I feel a hand slide round my waist and pull me backwards; a man stands behind me holding me firmly against himself. He whispers to me ‘I’ve seen you so many times and resisted but tonight I want you more than ever before.’ If he has seen me before then it must be likely that I know him, the urge to turn around and see who stands behind me is so strong but deep down inside I don’t really want to know so I struggle to resist it. Luckily, the urge dissipates as I feel his hand slide slowly inside the waistband of my skirt. He reaches down, gently stroking the smooth flesh between my thighs, I hope that no one notices and for the first time I’m glad that the train is packed.

The train slows down as it pulls into a station and he pulls away from me and takes my hand in his. ‘Please, come with me’ he says holding my hand and leading me off through the station. I see him for the first time and can barely believe it, I’ve wanted Martin for so long and here he is returning my desire, taking me who-knows-where and there’s absolutely no way that I’m not going to follow him this morning. He leads me through the station and up the escalator, we practically run past everyone on our way to the surface. We exit the station and walk for a few minutes before arriving at his place; he opens the door and pulls me into the hallway then closes it behind me and pushes me back against the wall and kissing me. I move my hand down and unzip his trousers, sliding it inside I begin to massage his cock as it hardens in my hand. I rub slowly up and down his shaft but within a few seconds he grabs my arm and says ‘Naughty girl, I didn’t give you permission to touch me. I can see I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.’ 

Martin goes over to the dresser in the hallway and opens one of the drawers; he removes a small wooden paddle and then continues leading me by the arm through to the lounge. I’m amazed to find that he shares such similar interests to me and I wonder how deep his interest in such things goes. He sits down on a very grand looking leather sofa, pulls me across his lap and raises my skirt. Slowly, he rubs the soft skin then lands a couple of quick blows to the tops of my thighs before moving up to redden my arse. I feel the heat from each slap as it spreads through my flesh and my mind empties of everything irrelevant to this moment as the burning intensifies. Each blow so well controlled and so perfectly timed, the pauses between strokes just long enough to allow the pain to spread but not long enough for it to fade. I can feel my juices trickling down the insides of my thighs, my arousal so obvious that there is no denying my feelings now. 

He tells me to stand up and as I do so he removes his belt from his trousers, he reaches behind me and uses it to fasten my wrists together behind my back. Watching me as he unzips his trousers and releases his cock, he smiles and says ‘Now, my sweet, you may touch me. Kneel down and wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock.’ Without hesitation I drop to my knees in front of him and take his cock slowly into my mouth, he puts one hand casually behind my head and the other on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and forcing me to take more and more of him. I gag as I feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat. I try to pull away as I hear a key turning in the door but he grasps my hair firmly and starts to fuck my mouth hard, pulling my hair and making me gag with each thrust. He moans quietly as he comes, filling my mouth with his warm spunk, which I quickly swallow. He pulls me onto the sofa beside him and I wince with the sting as my arse hits the sofa sending a jolt of fire through my whole body. Martin only just manages to do up his trousers before his housemate, Steve, walks in.

‘Hi there, Mart,’ Steve says, ‘how was your night?’

‘It was pretty good actually, and I bumped into Katy on the tube coming home so I invited her round to catch up ‘cause I’d not seen each other for a few weeks.’ Martin replied.

‘Cool, so what have you been up to, Katy?’ Steve asks turning to look at me with a smile on his face that implies he knows exactly what I’ve been up to.

‘Not much,’ I say, ‘just working mainly.’

‘Still dancing in that dreadful club then?’

‘Yeah, it pays the tuition fees, you know how it is.’ 

‘Yeah, well, it’s good to see you again, but I’m shattered so I’m going to head straight up to bed, goodnight guys.’ Martin and I say goodnight to him and watch him leave the room then we both start laughing. 

‘Do you think he noticed this?’ I ask Martin turning to show him my wrists still firmly secured behind my back.

‘I think we probably got away with it, he looked as though he’d had a few beers too many. Maybe we should have gone to your place to catch up,’ Martin says. ‘Still, he’s gone off to bed now, and seeing as you’re not in any fit state to leave at the moment, I think bed might not be such a bad idea.’ Martin carefully releases one of my wrists and grips the other tightly; he leads me upstairs to his bedroom. 

He opens the door to his room and gestures to me to enter before following me. I cross the room and sit down on the bed; Martin pushes the door closed and joins me on the bed. He lifts my top and pulls it up over my head, then unfastens my bra and slides it slowly down my arms before dropping both articles of clothing on the floor next to the bed. He unzips my skirt and I lift myself from the bed so that he can push it down my thighs and allow it to drop to the floor also. He pulls open a drawer of his bedside table and produces another belt, ‘Kneel on the bed please, Katy.’ he says and without question I position myself as requested in the centre of the bed, he takes my wrists and fastens each to the corresponding ankle with the belts. He strips off his clothing and positions himself behind me, I hear a drawer opening and before I have a chance to glance round he holds a large ring-gag in front of my face and pushes it into my open mouth then fastens it securely behind my head.

I feel Martin’s hard cock rubbing gently against the inside of my thigh then up and along my wet slit, briefly touching my clitoris before slowly entering me. Plunging slowly deep inside me then pulling almost all the out before filling me completely once again. Suddenly, his pace quickens, he begins to fuck me feverishly, pounding into me with intense force and rapid strokes making me cry out with ecstasy as I come. He holds my hips tightly and slams into me as hard and deep as he can, making me scream out with each thrust, giving me the incredible combination of pain and pleasure I’ve been missing for so long. I bury my face into the mattress to try and muffle my screams but it barely makes a difference.

I look up and through all my hair, which is hanging in front of my face, I see Steve standing in the doorway, he is naked and holds his hard cock in his hand. My face flushes crimson with shame but soon passes as I realise that Steve is walking towards me, his cock a centimetre away from my mouth, he can tell from the look in my eyes that I have no objection to him joining in. He pushes his cock slowly through the ring gag and deep into my mouth. I had fantasised many times about having a sexual encounter with two men and I find it hard to believe my dream is coming true. Believing it becomes easier as Martin pounds into my cunt and Steve fucks my mouth, I snake my tongue around Steve’s cock and he slides it in and out of my mouth. Martin continues to pound himself hard into me until he comes then he pulls out of me and I feel his cum and mine trickle down my thighs.

Steve withdraws from my mouth and moves round behind me to take Martin’s place and Martin moves round in front to face me, they both wait and I nod silently giving permission to both of them to continue. Before I can draw breath Steve begins to fuck me, his cock slipping inside me with the mixture of Martin’s and my own fluid. It is so wet and so slippery, is hard cock fills my freshly fucked cunt. Martin slides his hands slowly underneath me and reaches my breasts, he squeezes my nipples gently at first and then harder, he pinches and pulls at them causing me to moan. He releases one and reaches down to rub my clitoris, stretching and squeezing my nipple while rubbing my clitoris. My hips buck wildly and I come again, Steve thrusts into me hard and fast until he joins me in orgasm, his spunk and to Martin’s and my own juices. 

Martin turns over and slides underneath me until his face is between my thighs, I can only imagine what my cunt looks like as all the fluid trickles out of me, my lips shiny with cum as it pours from me. His tongue slowly reaches up and he tastes our mixture, the combination of our flavours must be delicious, running his tongue along my slit until he reaches my clitoris, the lightest touch there makes my whole body shudder, all my senses have been heightened making my body more responsive than it has ever been before. I see Martin’s cock growing hard in front of me and lower my head to plant a gentle kiss on the tip, I feel him jerk towards me and open my mouth taking him into me as my tongue circles the head. Martin quickly pulls out of me, he pushes me onto my back and straddles my face, he pushes his cock back into my mouth and begins to fuck me roughly, Steve watches my face as I almost choke when I feel Martin’s cock hitting the back of my throat. 

Martin pulls out of me again and reaches across to a drawer on his bedside table, from he removes and tube of lubricant. Steve pulls me forwards and lays down, he lifts me and manoeuvres me so that I am straddling him, I can feel his cock hard beneath me then he lifts me and lowers me onto his waiting shaft. Martin pushes me forward onto Steve’s chest and smears the lubricant over his cock and into my arse pushing his finger deep inside, he slowly withdraws it then I feel the head of his cock against my anus. Slowly, he too enters me, stretching my flesh around his cock, he is so gentle that there is little pain and it is barely noticeable in relation to the other feelings my body is trying to cope with. My cunt filled by one cock and my arse filled by another, Steve moves slightly and I feel my clitoris rubbing again the base of his shaft, then Martin moves a little too and I have to concentrate so hard to not come instantly. Two cocks pushing against each other separated by such a small amount of flesh, martin withdraws and thrusts back into me again and it’s all I can take, as I come I push down onto Steve and back onto Martin, I want them both inside me as deep as possible, I almost want them to tear me apart. Martin continues to fuck my arse hard causing all the movement necessary to make both Steve and himself come, both of them pumping hot semen into me. Slowly Martin withdraws from me then he helps to lift me from Steve and lays me on my back next him before laying on my side himself, Steve reaches across and takes hold of my nipple, rolling it gently between his thumb and finger, while Martin reaches down between my legs and strokes the swollen flesh softly. 

It is not long before we all recover and Martin repositions me on my knees again, he begins to fuck me and Steve slides beneath me, I can feel his breath on my clitoris and lips and I’m sure Martin can feel it too. The head of Steve’s cock nudges against my mouth, I instinctively part my lips and take him into my mouth, sucking and licking. I feel Steve’s tongue flicking over my clitoris and running along my labia as Martin slams his cock deep into me, filling my cunt, I’m sure Steve’s tongue must be slipping from my flesh to Martin’s. I picture it, an image so clear, and the thought of Steve’s tongue sliding seamlessly from my lips to Martin’s cock and back, one place where we all meet. It’s all I need to send me over the edge, my body shudders and convulses and I come and Martin thrusts hard into me as he comes too. Steve runs his tongue along Martin’s shaft as he withdraws from me allowing our exquisite mix of sexual fluids to dribble into his mouth. I continue to work Steve’s cock with my mouth, sucking hard and teasing him softly with my tongue, while Martin uses his fingers to manipulate both my arse and cunt until Steve and I have both come again. 

Martin and Steve release me from my bonds then lay next me, one on either side as before, gently stroking my skin. We soon fall asleep together, well... it is nearly suppertime now.



Another Saturday Night



She walked in the door to the apartment. She had been to see a play with her sister. Before she left, he told her he was taking his kids out that night, so she didn't expect him to be around very long after she got there. It was around 4:30 pm on Saturday night.

She said hi and he answered. But it wasn't his usual bubbly salute. He seemed upset about something. She went in her room and took off her shoes and came back in the den and sat to watch television, not really watching, but wondering if she should intrude on his thoughts. He sat at the computer quietly clicking away at some site. It was his quietness that spoke volumes. He got up and went outside. She was worried about him so she walked to the door and opened it. He was standing on the porch. 

"Are you ok?" she asked.

He said he was fine. She felt dismissed, so she went back in the house. A few minutes later he came back inside and went to his room. He got something then yelled, "I'll be back later", as he slammed the door going out.

She tried not to think. She turned off the TV and turned the stereo up really loud. It was playing Madonna's Erotica. She started to dance. She loved to dance and she just didn't get to do it as much as she used to. Dancing helped her lose herself in music and not think. She didn't want to think.

She was really starting to feel the music. Her hips started to move as her hands slid up her sides and over her shoulders above her head. She gyrated a slow grinding turn, as she heard the door slam. He was standing there smiling at her. She laughed at being caught. She figured he forgot something, so she smiled back at him and continued with her turn. 

He walked into the room and grabbed her swinging arm and pulled her to him and hugged her. All of the energy faded out of her as she melted into his body. He hadn't touched her for three months, then the other night they had had sex. It had been rough and not very feeling. She was trying to decide if she could do that again. 

But he felt different. He had been unemployed for a few weeks and was expecting a call from her company about a job, but because of bureaucratic red tape, the call hadn't come. He raised his hand showing her a fifty dollar bill, "look what I found hidden in my wallet," he smiled. 

She laughed and said, "Good for you!"

He said he had been thinking for several days he may have hidden some money away for a rainy day, and he just went out to the car and decided to look in his wallet and it was there. He smiled at her and told her to go get dressed, they were going out. She said ok.

She walked in her room and shimmied out of her sweats and was starting to pull on some jeans when he walked in on her. He walked over to her as she stood with one leg in and one leg out and started kissing her. As he put his arms around her and pulled her close all she could think of was how good she wanted him to make her feel. 

He slid his hand under the back of her thong and started to pull it off. She let the jeans slip out of her hands and she put her arms around his neck and started sucking on his neck. He pulled back for a second and looked at her.

"Are we going out?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said looking at her. "What do you want to do to me. You tell me you lie in bed and think of doing stuff to me. What do you want to do?" She looked at him. She didn't know where to start. 

He kissed her again then pulled her shirt over her head and pulled the front of her bra down and started sucking her right nipple. He grabbed her close and spanked her ass as he leaned over her. He whispered in her ear, "do you want it rough or soft?" She didn't answer.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly, and said it again, "DO YOU WANT IT ROUGH... or soft," he said starting in a loud domineering voice and ending in a gentle voice.

"Soft" she said quickly.. "please," she whispered.

He kissed her softly on the lips and led her to the bed. He pushed her shoulders down so she would sit, then he motioned for her to lay back. He knelt at the edge of the bed and bent her knees and pushed her legs apart. First he blew on the pussy that was fast becoming engorged, then he moved his face close in and began to gently lick. She closed her eyes and just floated as she felt his tongue find all the little spots that made her tingle and jump. He moved lower and thrust his tongue in deep. She opened her eyes wide as she felt her hips want to move towards him. She lifted her hips and moved into his face, helping him reach with his tongue.

"You taste so good," he said looking at her through her legs. He slid two fingers into her. She could hear the slurping sound as they were immediately engulfed in her juices. He pulled them out and moved them to her lips. She sucked gently on them.

He moved back off her and stood up. She sat up and as he pulled off his shirt, she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. He lifted one foot and she pulled the leg off and then the other. He stood naked in his socks. She sat facing his tummy in her socks. 

She kissed his bellybutton, and pushed her tongue inside. She bowed her head lower and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she swirled her tongue around the rim and got it wet. Then she blew soft cool air on it. He moaned, "oh, I like how you do that." She smiled to herself and nibbled her way down the shaft. Then she took her tongue and licked from the base to the tip in one smooth movement. As she got to the top she took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked. "OHHHHHHhhhhhh," he moaned again. 

She kept sucking and sliding up and down. After a few minutes he pulled her up and laid her back on the bed. He pushed her back to a prone position and lifted her hips and put a pillow underneath her. As he spread her legs as wide as they would go, he entered her. He did a soft thrust. Then he grabbed her ankles and brought her legs together pointed straight up. Then he began a rhythmic thrust. Every time he pushed deep she grunted.

She wanted to wait for him to cum so they could cum at the same time, but he was getting her there fast. Every time she felt she was about to let go, she concentrated and didn't let it happen. But as soon as she relaxed again to let his thrusting take her back into it, she was coming closer to orgasm faster each time. She could tell he wasn't ready yet. 

He moved her ankles to his shoulders and put more of his weight on her and started pumping harder. She couldn't hold it anymore. She came.. and she let it wash over her as he kept going. She knew he would bring her back fast. 

And he did. But this time he was almost ready. She gauged his breathing, when she felt he was close, she started to let herself go again. It is so much better when you can cum at the same time. Faster and faster he was pushing, and she tightened every time he thrust forward. 

He looked in her eyes, "God, you are sooooo tight and wet...". His eyes watered as they both concentrated on the other. She felt him start to cum and she let it flow over her again. He stopped thrusting and looked at her and stopped breathing and let it happen. Then he collapsed on top of her. She held him tight, kissing his head.

After a few minutes he pushed himself up. "ok," he smiled. "all my tension is gone."



Another Saturday Night



It was just another boring Saturday night spent at home. My husband and I were on our computers, pursuing our own interests. I was a little horny because I had decided to go pantiless under my shorts that day so I had been sneaking a little pussy petting whenever no one was looking. Since my children were also at home, I couldn't get the release I needed from my hubby. 

I decided to browse some internet sites just to briefly satiate, or in reality, fuel my desires. I took my laptop over to the couch which sits adjacent to my husband's computer desk. I ended up on Literotica reading about some wild one-on-one sexual encounters. I became hotter when reading these stories and while lying on my stomach, I subconsciously began rubbing my pussy against the couch.

My husband of course noticed my little problem and being the darling that he is; he quickly came over to me and began caressing my pussy through my shorts. Still, the children were at home and he couldn't really do what we both wanted which was to get down and dirty. So he reluctantly went back to his business. 

After heightening my desires by reading these stories, I really needed to have a dick inside me or I would just burst from sexual tension. I closed my laptop and returned it to my desk with a sigh. I thought exercise might help to divert my excess energy so I kneeled on the living room floor with my ass provocatively posed in my husband's direction. I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I slid down onto the floor face first. I rolled over; looking into his eyes and saw the same volatile emotions that were churning inside of me.

"Mom!"

Oh man, I thought. This is so frustrating.

"Can we go over to papa's?"

"Of course you can darlings!" My husband and I locked eyes anticipating the moment when our kids walked out the door to visit their grandparents next door. This is what we wanted more than anything. My kids took off like a streak of lightening. 

I was still lying in the floor with my knees bent and my legs parted. My husband could see my mound peeking around my short legs tantalizing him with what he wanted so badly. I slowly eased my legs open a little farther and ran my hand down the inside of my legs. As my fingers reached my shorts, I pulled them aside and slid my finger between the lips of my pussy. 

By that point my husband had unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly as we watched me play. I jammed my finger deep inside and let out a small moan. When I pulled it out, I showed my husband the juice that was waiting for his dick. 

Before I could decide on my next move he was on top of me like a hungry predator. He shoved my hands above my head and rammed his dick into me like a piston working in an engine. With our clothes still on, we fucked hard for a couple of minutes right there in the living room floor. 

I wanted to die from the pleasure that was coursing through my body, but I wasn't ready to finish it that fast. I wanted to draw that pleasure out until it stretched into an endless pain.

Using my hips and all the force I could muster, I bucked him off of me and told him to get on the couch. As he fell back onto the cushion, I followed with one thing in mind. I needed that dick back inside my dripping pussy now! I climbed on his lap, pulled aside my shorts, and plowed down hard on his throbbing rod. I slowly raised myself up until his dick was almost completely withdrawn from me before quickly sliding back down again. I repeated this process slowly, drawing him in then forcing him back out. 

My husband was going crazy. He pressed into the back of the couch with a look of passion that I knew would soon spin out of control. I leaned back, his hands spanning my waist for support as I gazed up at the ceiling rocking back and forth. 

Our moans and gasps filled the room. We needed more. I lifted myself from his dick and beckoned him to the bedroom with my eyes. As I walked to our room, I peeled my shirt off, leaving my black tank on. 

He followed me pulling his shirt off as he continued to stare at me with an uncontrolled lust. The anticipation was beginning to get to us. Our breaths were coming fast and heavy and our sexual organs throbbed with unrequited release.

He sat down on the bed and I immediately attacked him. I ran my hand up his chest, curling my fingers in his springy hair and scraping my nails across his nipples as I shoved him down onto the bed. I climbed on top of him and grabbed his dick, guiding it inside me. He reached up and yanked the straps on my tank top down between my breasts leaving one hanging out on each side.

I leaned over him pushing my breasts into his face, begging for the punishment I knew he would deliver. He reached up with his lips, grabbing my nipple between his teeth. I groaned as my head fell back. He began flicking his tongue ring rapidly against my rock hard nipples, sending ripples of pleasure straight to my pussy that was tightening around his dick. His fingers were digging into my ass as I rode his hard rod. I reached back and grabbed his hands, placing them above his head. I rose up out of his reach and began riding him like a woman on a mission. He enjoyed me using him for my pleasure and I was taking full advantage.

When he could take no more of me being in control he rose up with me still sitting in his lap. He rocked inside me as he crushed my lips against his. I held onto him, feeling my pussy grow hotter and wetter from his invading member. Without warning he stood up, our bodies still locked, and laid me down on my back. 

He began pumping me hard. My body was bouncing as he pushed into me over and over. I ran my hands down between our bodies. I felt the zipper of his shorts and grabbed hold of his dick as it pressed in and out of me. I ran my hands up the inside of my own shorts and found my clit. I began rubbing it furiously feeling the familiar heat of release beginning to build. I raised one of my legs and braced it against the wall and wrapped the other around his pounding buttocks.

My head pressed into the bed and my moans became louder as our pace increased. My finger worked madly; searching for the powerful orgasm I knew would come.

And then it came. I screamed out in ecstasy, my body writhing as his dick rammed into my spasming pussy, soothing every last ripple out. My husband let out a loud roar as he felt his orgasm ripping through his body. He quickly pulled out and I yanked my shorts down so he could fill my belly button with his sweet cum. 

When every last drop had been expended on my stomach, he ran his fingers through the cum and spread it onto my nipples. The air meeting the warm, moist cum caused my nipples to harden even more.

He collapsed beside me on the bed and we both lay there breathing heavily and floating in a state of complete satisfaction. We lay there for a couple of minutes before cleaning up and returning to our separate tasks. But I knew, I had to write this episode down. Perhaps we can work on more stories together soon and maybe get a little wilder. Just thinking about what happened and what may happen, has made me wet again. Maybe another story will happen sooner than we think.



Another Saturday Night



So there I was again, hanging out in my favourite pub on a busy Saturday night, talking to my buddy Zack, half-focused on him, half-focused on finding a good-looking guy to take home and fuck into oblivion.

Yeah, I knew Zack wanted me, and the truth is that I wanted him, too, but neither one of us had ever acted on it. My rationale was: why ruin a perfectly good friendship just because a wet spot formed on my thong whenever I was around him?

On that particular evening, he was telling me about this chick Lisa he was lusting after, while I was glancing about the room, sweeping my gaze over all the men, checking out their faces or their asses, whichever my eyes landed on first.

There didn't seem to be anyone of interest, so I decided to concentrate fully on my beer. As I turned my head towards my pint on the bar, I spotted him, his blue eyes fixed intently on my tits.

He must have sensed that he'd been caught, because he lifted his face, and I could see a distinctly sheepish look spread across it. The look was perfectly charming. He was perfectly charming.

He appeared a bit surprised when I stared at him in open invitation, but he was perceptive enough to get the message. He immediately picked up his drink and came over. Zack, completely used to men materializing by my side, greeted him amicably. 

He introduced himself as Neal, with an "a". After my eyes had fully roamed over his face and body, I decided that I quite liked Neal, with an "a". In addition to his good looks, he had an easy way about him. He was completely comfortable in his own skin.

Zack liked him, too, although not in the "God, I want to get into this man's pants" sort of way that I did. The three of us chatted as if we were old friends. He had a wonderful sense of humour, an impressive intellect, and a highly sexual manner that made me hornier than all fuck.

If not for the fact that our little trio seemed to share an unusual and inexplicable rapport, I would have dragged Neal out the door by his hair, brought him home, and screwed him seven ways from Sunday. Instead, I sat back and enjoyed the conversation. After a while, I even stopped noticing that my pussy was beating like a tribal drum. 

When the bartender announced last call, none of us could believe that we'd been talking for so long, or that the pub had almost completely emptied. We ordered another round, and went back to our discussion. The next thing we knew, the lights were going off as all but two employees headed out the door.

They didn't ask us to leave, so we didn't move. We just laughed at the fact that we'd unwittingly closed down the bar, outlasting even the most devoted and drunken of patrons. But as the laughter died down, it finally happened: we had our first awkward silence. We sat and looked at each other, at a loss for what to say or do. 

To break the silence, I flippantly asked, "Okay, then, how about that threesome?" I expected a flippant response, or at the very least, a giggle or two. But Neal enthusiastically replied, "Hey, I'm all for it," and Zack—my platonic friend Zack—chimed in, "Sounds good to me."

I suppose I could have told them right then and there that I was just kidding, and left it at that. Or I could have jokingly called them perverts, punched each of them in the arm, and gone on my merry way. But for some unfathomable reason, I waited, a strange sense of excitement mounting, to see how it would play out.

In something akin to an out-of-body experience, I listened as the two of them ironed out the details. Neal enquired, "Which do you want first?" Zack grinned, and said without the least bit of hesitation, "I'll take the top half." Neal then exclaimed, "Excellent! I'll take the bottom."

This struck me as funny somehow, so I retorted, "I'm beginning to feel like a piece of meat... I'll have a wing, I'll have a leg, I'll have a breast." The two of them didn't seem to see the humour in it, however. Neal's sole response was to get off his barstool, kneel by my feet, remove a sandal, and start massaging my foot.

Well, that was it for me. The touch of his hands made my heart pound and my insides turn to goo. I mumbled something to the effect of, "But if you throw in a foot rub, you can treat me like a leg of mutton for all I care." Again, nobody laughed.

In fact, Neal just went on to explain that a massage is an excellent way to begin any sexual encounter, since it creates a sense of relaxation, intimacy, giving and trust. Zack, on the other hand, remained glued to his chair. I think he was overcome by incredulity at the turn of events.

As Neal firmly pressed his fingers into the arch of my foot and between my toes, I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, let out a few barely audible moans, and floated away. Then, from somewhere in the distance, I heard him ask, "Are you just going to sit there, Z?"

That shook both Zack and me out of our reveries. I looked back at him with my dark eyes shining, and gave him a reassuring nod. He stood up, moved behind my stool, put his hands on my shoulders, gently kneaded my muscles, then cupped my chin in his hand, turned my head, brought his face close to mine, and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

Neal, unfazed by this show of tenderness, announced, "You know, this could very well be the kinkiest thing I've ever done," then bent my toes up and down, rotated my ankle, and moved on to the other foot, quickly removing the shoe.

Somewhat taken aback by Zack's gentle, almost romantic gesture, I absent-mindedly responded, "Kinky is good." But as Neal stroked the reflex on the inside of my arch with a fingernail, I was brought back to the electrifying effect of his touch, my foot tingling, my body tensing with anticipation. I volunteered to no one in particular, "Love nails raking across my flesh."

Zack had always been very intuitive, and I think he sensed that my mind and body were being swept away by our new friend, so he kicked it into high gear, flicking his tongue against my bottom lip, sucking on it hungrily, pressing his mouth over mine, slithering his tongue inside, his hands much more insistent as they massaged my shoulders and up my neck.

As for Neal, he was oblivious to all else while he firmly rubbed up my calf to just below my knee, and then lightly tickled back down to my ankle with his fingertips, the feather strokes causing goose bumps to form on my skin.

Even though I desperately wanted to close my eyes and revel in these sensations, I forced them to stay open so I could gaze into Zack's while his hot tongue darted in and out of my mouth, and his nails trailed down and up the sides of my arms.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sean, one of the bar staff, glance at us curiously from behind the chairs he was stacking. The fact that we were being watched gave my cunt a little twitch, and made me suck on Zack's tongue quite greedily. In response, he moved his fingers from my arms to my chest, where they roamed freely over my collarbone, and then lower, grazing the top edges of my breasts, which were now heaving slightly.

Having also spotted Sean, Neal broke the silence with a jubilant "This is wild. I can't believe I'm doing this." His hands stroked up my outer thighs and under my short skirt to my hips, and he pinched the protruding bones between his thumb and forefinger. 

I was getting hornier by the second. I pushed Zack's tongue into his mouth with mine, which I then drove to the back of his throat, and I grabbed a tuft of Neal's hair and roughly tried to pull his face to my crotch, tired of the slow torture, wanting my due: his hot little tongue licking my throbbing pussy.

"Don't get so impatient," he uttered, to my complete disbelief. I thought he was planning to go on torturing me until I begged him to eat me. I therefore felt a tremendous sense of relief when, immediately thereafter, he removed his hands from my hips, jacked my skirt way up, pulled off my thong, tossed it over his shoulder, kissed up the inside of my calf, my knee, my thigh, nipping the skin here and there, slid his hands underneath my ass, and grabbed it to pull me toward him. I helped things along by lifting off the stool, and giving him all the leeway he needed to get a tight grip on my cheeks. 

Zack was having patience issues of his own, moaning into my mouth, pulling out of our kiss, hastily yanking my top off over my head, clumsily removing my bra, grabbing my tits, running his fingers all over them, and covering my mouth with his yet again, pushing his tongue in and swirling it around mine. My nipples hardened instantly, and I began to suck fiercely on his tongue. So much for tenderness.

His groping hands explored every inch of my breasts, one at a time, massaging them, his index finger tracing circles around the areolas. His tongue filled my mouth, allowing me to taste him and his need. I started tugging at his tongue with wild abandon, fuelled by the fire that radiated from my nipples as he tweaked and twirled them between his thumb and forefinger.

My snatch was pounding not only from the heat of Zack's tongue and fondling fingers, but also from the proximity of Neal's mouth. He had run his hands up along my thighs to my hips again, but this time, he let his fingertips play along my mound and down to my swollen lips, gently dragging his nails over the sensitive skin, back and forth, back and forth, always grazing, never truly touching, his face getting closer and closer, until I could feel his hot breath on my flesh.

I almost sucked Zack's tongue raw, my mouth crushed against his, my lust growing with every pinch of his fingers and every brush of Neal's teasing digits. My legs trembled, my hand strengthened its grip on Neal's hair, I squeezed my eyes shut to stop myself from pulling his face right into my wet, aching twat. 

Finally, when I thought I couldn't take another second without going insane, he moved his thumbs into position and pried my lips apart. I was certain that he'd place his tongue on my pulsing sex at long last, but all he did was take that hot, wet tongue of his and lick up and down my thighs. I was half-crazed. 

I tried to regain control—had I ever really been in control?—by reaching my hand around the back of Zack's neck and drawing him even closer, kissing him feverishly, and by pulling Neal's hair in an attempt to force his mouth onto my engorged clit, raising my hips even higher off the stool. My power struggle failed miserably, but I didn't much care. I was losing myself to their touch.

Zack, caught up in the frenzy, squeezed my tits harder, pinched my nipples more forcefully, wrenched his mouth from mine, and kissed wetly across my cheek and down my neck, his tongue poking out and flicking against one of my most erogenous zones. 

I pulled my long, thick hair away from my slender neck, then grabbed his shoulder behind me, digging my nails into his flesh. I had to chew on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming with pent-up need.

Just then, Neal looked up to see how things were progressing on Zack's end. He winked at him, and asked me, "Wouldn't you like something more substantial to suck on?" I responded, "Now who's getting impatient?" He didn't reply, but instead grinned boyishly and bowed his head back down, placed a flattened tongue on my slit, and teased my clit with the very tip of it.

"Holy fuck," I shrieked, arching my back, almost passing out as I finally felt his tongue on my swollen, pink lips, and on my hard, aching nub. Somewhere very far away, chairs and tables moved at the back of the club, and the sound of voices clued me in to the fact that Sean was no longer looking on alone. The exhibitionist in me groaned.

Zack was still focused on tracing his tongue up and down my neck slowly, lapping against my skin, twisting and twirling my nipples. And yet, he must have heard my little guttural cries, since he quietly commanded, "Moan louder for us, baby."

I moaned louder, not really to obey him, but rather to egg him on. When he went back to licking my neck, I hissed, "I can't stand it anymore... this never-ending torture. Feed me your cock, Zack. For fuck's sake, just give me that cock!"

Meanwhile, my new friend was advancing. With a slick bottom lip, he closed his mouth around my clit, mashing the broad, soft part of his tongue directly onto it. My voice was a mere whisper as I gasped, "Fuck, that's it." My head just reeled while his lip, his tongue, his mouth worked my clit, the drumming in my cunt reaching new levels. 

Zack had already unzipped and freed his fuckpole. He then proceeded to pull my upper body back and lay it on his barstool so that my neck rested on the edge, and my head fell over it. Catching a glimpse of his fat, veiny prick for the very first time, I was in awe. 

He stood behind me, took a hold of it, and lightly brushed the head against my cheek. A little pearl of precum formed, so when he placed the tip at my mouth, I licked it up hungrily, and then praised, "Mmmm, good boy."

I removed his hand from the base of his shaft, and replaced it with mine. Gripping him tightly, thumb flat on his underside, I rubbed his cockhead along each cheek, down my neck, across my bare chest, between my tits, and back up to my cheeks, feeling its smooth hardness against my flesh, and relishing it, as well as the precum that was flowing freely from it.

Neal was still tending to my clit, massaging it with the fleshy flat of his tongue, making my juices ooze out of my hole and down my slit. Although he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, I wanted him to have more. My feet began searching, seeking out his bulge.

"Take out your prick and let me jerk you with my feet," I ordered, and you've never seen anyone comply so quickly. No sooner had I let go of his hair so he could pull his face from my pussy than he stood, unfastened his belt, yanked both his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and knelt before me once more. I placed my soles on either side of his long, thick cock and enveloped it, engulfed it. 

He gasped. I mumbled, "God, so fucking hot," arched my back, pushed his head back into my sodden cunt, closed my feet even tighter around him, slid them slowly up his rod, tugging at the taut skin, squeezing the hard meat, my toes curling around the cap, my mind losing touch with reality.

I somehow managed to focus enough to check on Zack, who was simply enjoying the sensation of his dick against my silky skin, and playing almost lovingly with my hair. I looked up at him adoringly, winked and swallowed his mushroom cap, sucking it gently at first, then harder, and harder still, until it popped right out of my mouth with a loud "thwack". 

Grabbing it back in, I let my tongue snake over it... so soft... so smooth. Quiet moans escaped him, his cock quivered between my lips, and one hand softly caressed my cheek. I could have gone on like that forever, except for the fact that Neal, still working my pussy with his tongue, started teasing my opening with a fingertip, which he abruptly pushed right inside me. I shuddered as it entered me completely, curled up inside me and tapped my g-spot. 

I screamed against Zack's fat cock, pointed my tongue and rimmed his cumhole, stretching it to its limits, then gradually drew in his full head once more, sucking it as if I were trying to drain it, letting it spring out momentarily, and finally, swallowing his whole shaft down as far as I could take it. In response, Zack cried, "dear lord," groaned loudly, reached for my tits again, squeezing them with all his strenght. 

The three of us played off one another, each action causing a chain reaction. Neal's finger pushed against my sweet spot and Zack's pole filled my mouth; I therefore strengthened the grip of my feet around one cock and closed my lips tighter around the other; Neal, in turn, added a second finger, plunging them both inside me while he alternately licked my pussy lips and sucked my clit; and Zack, on his end, bucked his hips and fed me more of his cock.

I'm not sure how long we went on like that. I know that, at some point, I casually wondered what had become of Sean and his co-worker, James, so I turned my gaze to where I had last heard them, and neither was there. The two of them had become much bolder, and were now watching us from about ten feet away. To my great surprise, they both had their dicks out, and were stroking with great fervour. My cunt twitched again, harder this time. I was so fucking horny that I wondered how much more I could take.

I returned what was left of my mind to my two partners, sliding my mouth slowly... painfully slowly... up Zack's shaft, sucking my cheeks in hard, surrounding his meat in wet heat, tugging at it until I reached the top, letting it go and licking down its length, my tongue vibrating, then swirling my tongue around it all the way up to the top again.

All the while, Neal's incredibly talented tongue was working my lips, and his nimble fingers were pumping my hole. I clenched my cunt muscles tightly around his two digits, pulling them in deep, and jerked his fuckpole with full strength, never loosening my grip on it, the soft skin of my feet oiled by his precum, as velvety smooth as the inside of my pussy. 

Pulling away, he laughed and said "Just moan if you want my cock inside you," then proceeded to flatten out his tongue again and press his fingers in a downstroke along my g-spot. How could I not moan? But by then, Zack had taken my chin in hand, pressed my jaw to open my mouth, and stuffed his cock back in. My moan was lost.

He also went back to circling my nipples, teasing them, then tweaking them hard. Distracted by the fiery pain, I began sucking him off faster and faster, finding the same rhythm as Neal's thrusting fingers and my stroking feet, everything perfectly timed, each motion increasing my desire.

Grunting with every bob of my head, Zack closed his eyes for the first time, indicating his intense arousal. The look on his face was too much. My cunt muscles clung to Neal's fingers in dire need.

With his free hand, he groped my raised ass and, between slurps, teased, "Didn't hear you moan... guess you don't want me to fuck you... I'll just keep licking and fingering away."

Fully crazed, unable to remember what it was that I was supposed to do or say, I just sucked Zack's cock with wild abandon, now moving up and down his hard shaft at varying paces, my mouth twisting around him, trying to find a way to take every last inch of him in, finally getting his full prick so deep that I could reach out my tongue and lick his balls.

Then it suddenly came back to me: moan to get fucked. I cried out, the muffled sound loud enough to reach Neal's ears. While I waited for my reward, I continued to work his cock furiously with my feet, buck my hips to meet every thrust of his fingers, and enjoy the sensation of his tongue on my hard, aching clit.

Zack, silent for so long, finally whispered hoarsely, "God, my cock is throbbing in your hot little mouth... against your throat... my balls are still tingling from the touch of your tongue... I love this."

Neal, true to his word, pried my feet off his prick, gave my clit one last flick of his tongue, stood up, and started to roll me over. He quickly warned Zack, "You might want to get your dick out of her mouth before I flip her." 

He then proceeded to turn me so that my stomach was on my barstool, my feet touched the floor, and my tits hung over the edge. Zack pushed his now useless stool out of the way, stood before me, and waved his thick, veiny shaft in my face. I grabbed it with a greedy hand, and eagerly swallowed it whole.

The intrepid Neal kicked my feet further apart, and stroked his solid cock between my ass cheeks, crying out, "God, you are so hot." My pussy responded immediately to the sensation of his meat rubbing between my cheeks by oozing out juices down my thighs. I knew that, soon enough, his rock hard flesh would be driving its way up my cunt, and it made me crazy horny.




Another Saturday Night



Tickling Zack's balls with my tongue, feeling the throb of his swollen cock, tasting his skin, wanting desperately to taste his cum, my hand pulling him out and pushing him into my waiting mouth, in and out, in and out, faster and faster, his hips thrusting wildly. Barely able to breathe, I twisted and turned my head, sucked him so hard that my cheeks hurt, and listened to the wet slurping sounds that filled the air.

I could hear grunting from Sean's and James' general direction, and I knew they must be stroking hard. The thought that I was helping to get not one, but four men off at the same time was almost more than I could wrap my head around. 

As I listened happily to their animal noises, I could feel Neal's fingers opening my pussy lips, the tip of his pole lodging itself in the entrance to my hole, those same fingers massaging my clit in a circular motion, his cockhead starting to move in and out just an inch or two, his other hand grabbing my ass. 

The teasing was torture and rapture all in one, so I reached down and pressed Neal's fingers down hard on my clit, crushing the nub right into the bone, and backed my hips into him to drive his fuckmeat deeper inside me, surrounding it with tight muscles that I clenched and unclenched at will. He moaned something incoherent.

Zack seemed to be enjoying things on his end. I heard a distinct "so fucking good" escape his lips as both his hands stroked my hair, and he fed me his thick prick, precum dribbling out, coating my tongue, giving me a taste of him. I swallowed it down, thirsting for more, sucking fiercely, almost violently, trying to drain him.

Neal began matching the rhythm of his cock thrusts to Zack's, while letting my fingers guide his on my aching little clit. My mind was clouding over quickly, raw lust replacing deliberate thought, my focus limited to the expert cunt- and face-fucking.

Sounds occasionally pierced my consciousness: Zack hissing "Jesus, yes" and moaning deeply as his dick throbbed noticeably in my mouth; Neal letting out a deep "oh, unhhh, ahh" while my warm, wet walls closed in around his pounding pole; and my own guttural cries that started in the back of my throat, but were muted by Zack's cock.

I was sucking, bucking, fucking frenziedly by that point, eyes either shut tightly, or open and staring blankly, until I heard Zack scream out, "I'm going to cum... oh, fuck... I'm ready to explode." That's when I concentrated, and looked up at him with pleading eyes, beseeching him to fill my throat with his hot seed, needing it so badly.

As Zack raced towards climax, I slowed things down with Neal, my hips no longer pushing back, just gyrating unhurriedly, my hand moving his fingers in lazy circles over my hard clit, my pussy contracting and expanding every so often around his chunk of meat.

Despite my efforts to put the brakes on, Neal decided to adopt the same pace as Zack, who was close to cumming, and was pumping my mouth maniacally. I felt Neal's hips slap against my ass as he fucked me fiercely—two hot, sweaty bodies colliding.

The first to climax was Sean or James, and we all heard the loud moans coming from the darkness. The next to go over the edge was Zack, who practically screamed the words "oh, God... ohhhhhh, fuck" as he exploded in my mouth, his jizz spurting from his tip with great force, seemingly no end to the hot streams of his juice.

I swallowed down his first jet, gulping quickly, then moved my mouth back to get more along my tongue, and further back to get even more on my lips and chin, still sucking him wildly with hollowed out cheeks, trying to pull every last drop of cum from him, watching his eyes, seeing his pleasure, feeling it drive me closer to my own orgasm.

Neal simply continued to hammer away at my sodden pussy, adding his two cents, "That is so fucking hot watching him cum in your mouth." Light-headed from the pounding, losing myself in the rhythm, feeling his every thrust as his prick banged against my soft cervix, and his hips rammed into my ass so hard that the flesh was sure to bruise.

When I heard him mutter "Jesus Christ" under his breath, felt his head swell and his dick pulse inside me, I knew he was getting extremely close, and even though I was so near the brink myself, grasping at him like a madwoman with my muscles, wanting, needing, craving his cock, I decided to try to wait for him, to have him explode inside me before I let go.

In the meantime, Zack was breathing heavily, his eyes staring deeply into mine while I continued to feast on his seed as it jetted from his cumhole. I then sucked wildly to extract the last few precious drops, and let his rod rest there on my tongue until the throbbing finally dissipated.

As Zack wound down, Neal ramped up, his jackhammering thrusts punishing my sex, his free hand raising to slap my ass while his fingers pressured my clit so hard that I wanted to scream. I took each thrust, relished each slap, revelled in every touch of his fingers... holding on, holding out.

When he pinned me against the stool, lowered his chest against my back and dug his teeth into my shoulder, I knew it was time. His jizz spewed into me in long spurts, the heat filling me, fuelling me, making my cunt throb at high speed. He came and came and came, stopping his biting long enough to growl "oh, fuck" into my ear every few seconds.

I heard either James or Sean climax not more than six feet away, and sensing him so close, watching us, watching me, getting off... well, that was the last straw. The floodgates blew wide open and a massive tide of pleasure washed over me, unprecedented in its intensity.

My legs quivered, my body shook, my cunt was wracked by spasm after spasm, I ripped Zack's cock from my mouth, and my voice echoed throughout the entire bar, a combination of shrieks, curses, grunts and groans. 

Neal went on biting and growling as my muscles grabbed at his still hard cock, milking the cum right out of him. Every time my pussy seized, I pulled more into me. I kept clenching to wrest every last bit of it, to fill myself up with it, never quite getting enough.

I rode him long and hard, rocking back and forth until my orgasm finally began to subside, and my screams finally started to fade. My body still trembled against his, and my juices continued to pour out over his prick. Rubbing my clit with his soaked fingers, he slid his cock back an inch and thrust it home deep again, surprising us both with the strength of the sensation.

Eventually, when the oxygen returned to my brain, I took Zack's spent cock in hand, fondled it softly, licked my lips to taste the final remnants of his jizz, and tilted my head up for him to kiss my cum-coated mouth. Grinning, he leaned down, covered my lips with his, poked his tongue in, and kissed me hard. He also grabbed a tit and squeezed it just for the hell of it.

Neal nibbled on my back softly, cuddled against me and hoarsely whispered, "Wow, that was... ummm... intense." He stayed there with his luscious piece of meat inside me for what seemed like hours.

Then, as the three of us finally disentangled ourselves, I felt the awkward silence return. So I filled it with a sentence that would live on in infamy: "Okay, then, how about next Saturday?" There was nothing flippant in my voice that time. 



Another Saturday Night



To begin with, I just want to say this is not my normal shit, tu capisci? I'm pretty straight-laced and on the up and up in this life. I try to not do bad shit, cause what goes around comes around.

But that girl had such a sweet ass.

And I was stoned off mine. 

Anyway, I found myself in a fucked up situation to begin with. I was broke, owed some not nice people money and needed a way to earn some cash to pay them off. So I did some shit I don't normally do. I moved some product from one hand to another.

This is the way it works, you got one rich guy with something that he wants to sell, and you got another fairly-rich group of guys that are good at selling. Now normally you would think that is win-win for both, right? Easy-peasy. Not always. See the rich guy didn't get that way from being stupid. He knows that those other idiots are young, dumb, and full of cum. And he ain't going to jail for their asses being stupid with his shit. So what he does is he hires a middle man. A go-between, who can be trusted to do the time without talking if shit goes bad.

Me.

See for me a little time in the "house" is an all-expenses-paid vacation from the normal rat race and hell a chance to see old friends, on Uncle Sam's dollar no less. I've done more than a few, and yeah sure I have no great desire to go back and do more, but if I had too, I would.

And I would keep my mouth shut.

Now Mr. Rich guy knows this, he also knows I'm in a fix and need cash. So I play middle finger for him–wipe his ass so to speak–and deal with the people with the matching wardrobe colors. Reds, blacks, browns its all the same so long as it's green on both ends.

For me, it was easy work. I drive out to the middle of the desert, late at night. And I meet up with some "border jumpin' rat" who was "muleing-in" a backpack full of rich guys shit. The no habla fellow has family back over the border ... who are being held till word from me gets there that I got the stuff. Now if I don't call this guy's mom, wife, sister ... whatever ... will most likely be servicing fifteen cocks a night till they die. 

He can't wait to get it into my hands. Familia.

So I get the backpack from the mule, take it to my hotel–registered in a fake name of course–and call the bandanna brotherhood to come pick it up and pay for it. I meet them somewhere in a day or so, get the cash, take my cut, and wire the rest to an offshore account in Mr. Moneybag's name. Or, more and more often of late, I go buy a Wal-Mart gift card and mail it to a P.O. box number. Biggest money laundering service there is, Wal-Mart.

Whatever, it's sucky work but it pays well, and the only real risk is death or jail time.

Speaking of suck, I was in that in-between time. I had the bag, and I had called, and the meet was set up, but they said they were busy for a few days and I had to sit on it. Yeah, I know right? I got enough powder to make Richard Pryor sit back up and start telling jokes again and these fuckers were too busy! 

What. The. Fuck?

Fuck it, I went to a bar. I was sippin' Seven and Seven and watching the game on the screen when this girl comes in, looking to use the phone. Now this was back when I was young before everyone had a cellphone stuck under their noses, savvy? Anyway, she gets on the payphone–that's a phone you had to put money in, for all you too young to know–gets into this big argument with whoever is on the other end. Slams down the phone and starts to boohoo. Oh, my god, the waterworks were going strong.

So I bought her a drink. Being all gentlemen like. And as she is sitting there drinking her Jack on the rocks I was checking out her body. Not bad, little flat up top but hippy, and not in the beads and flower kind of way.

I buy her another. And I give her a little sample of what I have to trade to the locals, my own makings, you understand? Just a blotter. Or two. Three, I'm sure it was no more than three.

Soon she is telling me this sob story, and I'm drinking faster to drown her out, and then next thing I know we are in front of my hotel room door. Both of us laughing like we're dying. I got the door key to work–yeah I know hotels work with swipe cards, shut up already–and we tumble into the place.

She says she needs to go "pee" and I let her and then after a bit I notice she has vanished on me. So I open the door and she is passed out on the toilet, underwear around her ankles, and head on the tile wall. Catching some Z's. If I hadn't needed to piss myself, I would have left her there. But I really needed to get a refund on those Seven and Sevens. So I scooped her up, took my leak and turned on the news to see if I could hear the score on that damn game I missed dealing with sleeping beauty.

No dice. Just weather crap.

My buzz was gone, my high was not peaked and I needed a little in-between snack, as it were, to tide me over till I joined her in dreamville. So I opened one of the little bags in the backpack and got a plastic spoon from by the coffee pot. I was just about to pour out a line of white on the table when I looked over at the bed.

The most perfect goddamn ass in the world! 

Now she might not have tits to talk about but ... damn! I walk over, I'm looking down at that pretty pair of hills with that sweet valley between and I realized I had a spoon full of "happy" still.

So I dumped it down the crack of her ass.

Hey, at the time it made perfect sense to me. I was fucked up, I will admit that to the world my hand on a Gideon's. I was fucked up. And I buried my nose in the crack of her sexy ass and snorted white powder and butt perfume. I sure as hell did, and if you could have seen that ass you would have done the same. 

Anyway, there I was, my face no doubt looking like I had clown makeup on, and I realized something else. I was hard as a fucking steel pipe! I stumbled to my feet, dropped my pants. Going to the table, I got another spoonful, powdered her ass like a baby with a rash, and placed my legs on either side of her hips. She gave a wiggle–probably my knee hurting her or some shit– and I pitched forwards a bit, and when I sat back up I saw I was lodged a good solid four inches in that perfect ass.

Now was I planning to fuck her ass? I can't say, the memory is a little foggy at that point. This much I know for sure, though, I was there. And she was tight as all fuckin' hell!

Oh, my god! DAMN!

Then she gave a little moan. A whimper.

And gentlemen, it was race day at Rockingham. 

Leaning forwards, I grabbed her shoulder in one hand and then a tit in the other and–with my face leaving white all over her sweaty back–I started to hump her ass like it was the last piece of ass on this earth. Now four inches of me had made her whimper, can you guess what the other four did?

That's right.

Sleeping beauty woke her ass up and went to screaming. Now normally I would not have given a damn, but there was a backpack full of drugs sitting open on the table behind me. And, unless I wanted to find myself in her place in some cell with a guy name "Loraine," I needed her to shut up. So I dropped her tit, not much to drop anyway, and covered her mouth with that hand.

And that took care of that as far as I was concerned.

Also ... I think it was about that time that the powder I had put in her ass began to work on her as well, I mean I was pumping it into her like I was pounding a busted pinball machine. Oh, damn how fucking good her ass felt. I mean just tight and hot and gripping my dick like a pair of warm, wet hands. And let me tell you, the deeper I went the harder she moaned against my hand and the more she squirmed and the more I humped.

But then her tone began to change. It was no longer screams and mumbles of "Stop!" it was "Oh fuck yes harder!" that I was holding in with my palm. Then, to add to the kink of this weird shit, I felt her tongue licking the powder I had spilled off my hand. And hell, I can't blame her; I was licking her back and shoulder to get what I had smeared there.

Now, I bet you money that you're thinking I just got my nuts off and passed out right? Am I right? That's' what you're thinking of me. But no ... not quite.

See, something began to happen. Something really weird. Now they say that those guys who cut these drugs over the border sometimes use whatever they can get their hands on. Chalk, talcum powder, bath soap you name it I've heard it. Well with this bag full I know exactly what they used.

Fix a flat!

My cock was getting harder by the god damn second. Here I was going like I was twenty years old–with an eighteen-year-old prom date–and she was going psycho as hell under me telling me to "Tear her ass apart like bread!" Now I know, I fuckin' know, that I had cum. I felt it happen. But that didn't mean a damn thing. I just got harder.

I swear on my Momma's grave! I got harder after I cum.

My dick was harder and darker and thicker than I had ever seen it before in my life! I looked down, and I swear to you, I Iooked liked like a fuckin' baseball bat–a Jose Canseco signed Cooper Pro 100–sliding out that woman's asshole. And by that point I was feeling the friction, let me tell you, I was getting more than a bit raw. But there was no way I was going to stop.

So there we were. Locked forever together, my dick in her ass, her ass gripping me, my cock swelling up like a Goodyear blimp. Her screaming bible verses in some strange tongue, me weeping like I was about to lose a nut forever. The TV news anchor talking about a NASCAR race winner and me trying to get to some damn finish line. And the motherfuckin' phone next the bed began to ring.

So I answered it. 

Seem like the thing to do, but like I said I was fucked up. Really fucked up.

It was a girl. This girl. 

She thanked me for being a "gentleman" and not taking "advantage" of her while she was passed out. She told me her name, gave me a phone number and said she would like to go have dinner sometime ... if I wasn't busy. Then, when I didn't say anything, she said bye.

And when the phone went dead, I looked down and I realized I had just dumped a load of cum into about ... probably ... four hundred grand worth of Cocaine. The backpack looked like a dropped bag of flour, packets torn open, holes fucked in them all. My whole damn midsection was powdered like a jelly fuckin' donut! And cum was fucking everywhere! I must have been fucking this damn bag for hours.

And the phone rang again.

It was the bandanna brotherhood, ready for their purchase. And they now said they were in a hurry.

Yeah ...



Another Saturday Night Continued



It was about 40 degrees. They had been out to the local pub and on the way home it was all she could do to keep from attacking him at the steering wheel. As she walked up on the porch to go into the house, he grabbed her. Their porch was well lighted. There was a utility lightpole and its light made the whole area easy to see. 

"Take off your clothes" he ordered her as he kissed her neck.

She laughed, "it's so cold." She was already starting to shiver. 

"Take off your clothes," he said again, pulling her sweat shirt over her head. She smiled at him and unzipped her pants. He whirled her around and unhooked her bra, then whirled her back around and pulled it off. She shimmied out of her pants and her panties. He put his arms around her and held her tight, kissing her warmly. She was shaking. 

"Ok," he laughed, "go inside," he said pushing open the door and picking up her clothes and throwing them in the house. 

She waited for him to follow her in and leaned against him as he grabbed her from behind and began to rub her breasts. She had large breasts and he loved to play with them.

He turned her around and kissed her softly, then took her hand and led her to the livingroom. 

"I want you to put on a sexy dress," he kissed her and pushed her towards her bedroom. 

She laughed and went into her closet and pulled out the dress he always said he liked best. It was a blue dress with small flowers on it. It was low cut and flowed out into a full skirt which buttoned all the way up the front. As she was buttoning the last buttons, he came into the room behind her. She had wondered if she should put on a garter and hose. But he was impatient and so was she. 

He grabbed her hand and led her from the room. When they got to the living room he bent down and pulled up the hem of her dress, sliding up her legs and over her ass. He twirled her around and continued under her dress up to her breasts, pinching the nipples. 

"OHHHH!!!" she gasped as he tightened his nails. She leaned back into him. 

"You are going to do everything I say," he said into her ear. "That's what you like isn't it?" She nodded yes.

"OK, go get on my bed on your hands and knees and pull your dress up over your butt." 

She didn't say anything. She just started walking to his room. As she got to his bed she began pulling up her dress as she crawled up on it. 

"Put your head down," he said as he came in the room.

He came up behind her and spanked her right cheek.

"Ungh," she grunted. He spanked the left cheek, "ungh". 

"Do you like me in control?" he asked. 

"Yes," she whispered hoarsley.

He spanked her again and again she responded. He spanked her pussy, and she said immediately, "that hurt." So he went back to her cheeks. She wiggled her hips to the music that was playing in the background as he spanked first one cheek then the other. 

He pushed his fingers into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned as she felt him push up and back towards something that felt really good to be touched. He thrust his fingers in harder and she moaned with each push. Then he put more fingers in and pushed hard. She lifted her head up off the bed.

He quickly said, "PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN!"

"That hurt," she said quickly and he stopped. He knew she wouldn't complain unless it hurt a lot.

He kneeled on the floor and spread her cheeks and found her pussy with his lips. He blew into her vagina filling it with air. She felt like a balloon that was about to burst. 

"Oh Doug," she said trying to keep her head down, "It feels like I'm going to blow up!" The pressure was uncomfortable. He pulled her lips apart and let the air escape. Then he blew into her again. She laughed because she knew he liked teasing her and making her uncomfortable if it was something that felt good too. He held her lips together holding the air inside. 

"Doug, please." He laughed then let it out. "I'm hungry," he said, and stood and walked toward the kitchen. She followed him.

He started getting food out and putting it in pans. In between stirring and mixing he would turn to her and kiss her and run his hands up her dress and between her legs and push his fingers up inside of her. As things started burning on the stove, he said, "hmmmm... cooking and THIS don't mix."

He stirred something. Then turned back to her. She smiled at him. He walked around behind her and she pushed her hips against his hard cock and rotated them in a circle. Then she rubbed back and forth. Then she ground into him. He very obviously liked it. He forgot the stuff cooking on the stove and pulled her back to the bedroom. He didn't bother unbuttoning the dress he pulled it over her head. He pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her.

He had had much more to drink than she had. But he was a very lucid drunk. 

They had a relationship that was so complicated to the outside world, but not really to them. Especially not at times like this. Sometimes they let all of the outside stuff mess them up. Sometimes there was just them.

He knew she loved him. He loved her too, but there was someone else he wanted. None of it was easy. Their problems mostly arose when he felt guilty about not loving her they way she loved him. But to her, all the rest of him was worth the distraction of that other person. And sometimes he wanted her enough to let the guilt slip away and enjoy her.

That night was one when the need for her overruled the guilt that usually kept him away from her. They made love as his food burned on the stove, then slept curled up together.



Another Saturday Night Pt. 01



Group sex is nothing new for me. (You like how this one is starting out already don't you?) My husband and I started swinging years ago as a way to spice things up a bit. My husband, God love him, is one of the blessed with a nice sized 8" cock with a thickness that stretches me out so fucking good, and while the spirit is willing the poor guy's flesh is weak. He's good for a vigorous 10 minutes, but once he cums for me he is worn out. I like to fuck for hours. I like it deep. I like it hard. I love to be manhandled and fucked until I'm sore and walking funny. We've tried numerous things, even Viagra, which got that thing harder than ever, but once he was done he was drained.

One reason we started swinging, I think, is because he wanted to see me good and fucked.

We've tried all of the combinations. Boy/Boy/Girl, Girl/Girl/Boy, Boy/Boy watches Girl/Girl...Girl/Girl with dildos, vibrators, and strap-ons...lol..I'm partial to that one. We've tried sex in various places inside, outside, in a pool, in a boat, on a golf course in the middle of the night, I'm not sure which green it was.

They had me every which way taking turns fucking the shit out of me, then we had to get back in the boat exhausted and go back across the lake to our house. That was a good night though.

When I was doing bikini contests for Hawaiian Tropic a girlfriend and I ended up in a hotel room in a threesome in a crazy fucking night I'll tell you about some other time.

But, with all the benefits of having multiple partners, and my husband having that 8" of dangling fury between his legs, the poor guy has never had much luck. He's either not attracted to the women or they want to do crazy porn shit and don't know how to handle a cock of that size. He occasionally has to take one for the team though. 

More recently we hooked up with a couple at a swingers retreat. I started playing with the husband and I watched out of the corner of my eye, because I couldn't turn my head I had his cock in my mouth. By the way I give great fucking head. I will drain your balls and bring you to your knees whimpering. True story.

Anyway, I'm watching the naked wife crawling over to my husband who is just standing there watching. She wasn't unattractive. I'd fuck her. I didn't, but I would have. I watched her crawl over eyeing his cock. She reached up and grabbed it then started licking on it, fondling his plum-sized balls, going to town on it.

He started getting harder when she wraps her lips around it and starts inching it into her mouth. I looked at him and he looked at me and I saw him stiffen up and not in the good way. He stood stark still looking down at her and just waiting. She went at it for a good 10 minutes trying everything before giving up. I heard him apologize saying it had been a long day. She crawl over to where I was still with her husband and began to join us. 

I relinquished control of her husband's cock and went over to see what was wrong. He just looked at me then whispered something in my ear I couldn't quite hear then motioned to his cock. My first instinct as to laugh, but I tried not to. Whether because she had no idea what she was doing or because she was trying to do some kind of exotic technique she had given him a REALLY toothy blowjob. So toothy in fact that it left track marks down his cock. He was in no small amount of pain and not happy. I laughed and asked him why on Earth he would let her do that. Why didn't he pull out or punch her in the head. Hahaha! He said he didn't know. He thought she would be done soon and just went with it. Poor baby. That's the kind of luck he has.

I have a bunch of other stories too, but this one goes back to something with my lover and I.He and I had never tried group sex before. We had joked about it, talked about it. The talk was hot enough to get me wet and make for some hot fucking sex. I'd thought about taking him along on a couple of adventures, but the opportunity and timing have never been right yet.

Well, I want to say fate took a recent hand, but I know fate had nothing to do with the planning and scheming and organizing that took place...

It's only been a month or so ago. I slipped away for a weekend. From the moment I walked in he ripped my clothes off and was inside of me. We fucked long and hard before we fell asleep wrapped around each other.

The next day we got up and went out to do some shopping. We ran some silly common errands, but I liked the feeling of it. We stopped for lunch and was out majority of the day. We got home around 6:30 or 7 ordered something for supper and ended up on the couch watching tv for a while. Kissing, cuddling, stroking.

Looking back I still don't see any clues as to what was going to happen. It was just a normal weekend. The phone rang and he answered it. A short conversation, he said it was a friend of his he'd talk to later. The sneaky bastard played it cool and straight I'll give him that. Ha!

We started up on the couch. Kissing and stroking and led to rubbing and fucking. That led to the bedroom for a while lot more fucking. More and more.

I have no idea what time it was. I just remember I was lost riding the shit out of his cock when I felt something. A hand on my back and my hair brushed aside and a kiss on my neck. My first thought was how good it felt, my second reaction was...wait.

A hand reached around and squeeze my tit and I only slowed down riding my lovers cock to turn my head. There were 3 naked guys standing there cocks in hand, HARD cocks in hand, smiling.

I learned later he had organized this weeks ago. Inviting 3 of his friends over to surprise gangbang me. That's who had been on the phone earlier to se if it was still on. He had left the front door open and the horny fucks came in, stripped down,and made their way into the bedroom. I was so busy fucking I didn't hear anything.

I looked down and he was just grinning back up at me. Pushing his hips back up to mine because I had slowed down. It took a minute to register, but when it did, I had 4 cocks to play with. Oh fuck yesssss. Yeah I really am a slut.

Yep, the rest of the night turned into a porn movie...

tbc



Another Saturday Night Pt. 02



Ok so, where we last saw our intrepid adventuress, me. I was butt-naked and balls deep riding my lover's cock riding like the wind and unawares of the insidious plot being hatched against my purity. 

Like that? 

I'm rather proud of it myself.

Anyway, lost in the moment I suddenly felt a hand on my back and another caressing my tit. It felt good in the moment, but...wrong. It took me a split second to deduce where my hands were and where his hand were and it didn't quite add up. My head spun to the right and I focused immediately on the 3 hard and throbbing cocks in the room that had not previously been there. I looked down at my lover confused only to find him grinning his evil little grin back up at me. Well, knowing they weren't unsolicited rapists quelled my 'fight or flight' instinct. Realizing this was a set up did get me wetter.

I leaned forward and kissed the little bastard slowly and deep, squeezing him tight inside of me. My tits pressed against his hairy chest and I started to grind my clit into him. I felt the other 3 guys move to the bed around us. Hands stroked my hair, my shoulders, my arms, my legs, my back. Fingers slid down my spine to my lower back.

I started riding that cock faster and grinding harder. Fuck it felt soooo good. My mind was trying to focus on the moment, but it wandered to what was going to happen. Knowing I was going to get pounded just heightened the moment. My pussy squeezed tighter and started to drip down his cock. I heard myself moan and felt myself start panting. Short quick sprinter breaths. I tried to slow down, because tonight was going to be a marathon.

Fingers were trailing down my back and goose bumps started rising all over my body. The anticipation grew. My imagination started flashing to videos I had watched. Girls on their knees, bent over, on their backs getting fucked and fucked and fucked. Multiple dicks sliding in and out and the sounds of moaning and screams from the women. The scenarios in my head substituted myself for the women in the videos. Sweat and cum and dicks and moaning and begging.

The fingers were moving lower. I rode and squeezed hard, my pussy was fucking dripping and I was getting sooo fucking close. I could feel it building. My shallow breath catching in my chest. The small tremors started making tiny waves run through me. I couldn't stop fucking. I couldn't stop riding his cock. The upper half of my body felt weak, but my hips kept riding. I wasn't going to last much fucking longer. My moans had started to stutter.

Whoever had their hand on my back knew what they were doing. The anticipation was killing me.. They moved lower, I knew what was coming. I could trace the path they were taking in my head. I wanted it. Please, please, please do it. Please hurry the fuck up and do it. They reached the crack of my ass and my stomach and chest tightened. I moaned and bucked my hips harder. Do it! Do it! Fucking do it! I opened my eyes to look at my lover and kissed him hard, hungry. I was going to fucking explode it was only a matter of seconds. I was keenly aware of how hard the dick inside me was. He finally reached my tight little asshole and I groaned, I grunted, and he forced the tip of his finger inside my poor puckering little hole and I fucking exploded.

"Yesssssssssssss!! UUUhhhhhhnnnnnngggg", I screamed or whatever fucking noise I made. I can't be expected to document every detail in the heat of the moment. Needless to say it was deep, it was loud, and it was fucking unintelligible.

My head flew back and my back arched. My lover exploded inside of me. His hot cum feeling like a hose went off deep in my pussy and the combination of everything crescendoed caused me to fucking explode. I squirted, the floodgates opened, and I soaked him. My cum ran down his cock and dripped off his balls. I collapsed for a minute, panting, trying to catch my breath. My head was spinning and the orgasm still hadn't subsides. Abstract images were whirling in my head. The sound of my breathing was all I could hear. When I was finally able to focus I looked into my lovers eyes and started giggling. I squeezed him tight for a minute and kissed him and kissed him. I lay on top of him shaking enjoying the after glow. A few moments later, and a couple of deep breaths, I swung myself off of him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

It was time to get this shit going.

tbc



Another Saturday Night Pt. 03



Let me take a moment to say I am not a size queen. I love cock. All shapes, all sizes. My husband has a beautiful 8 incher. My lover, at about half that, just hits all my right spots and makes my toes curl and legs shake consistently. We connect in ways I don't with anyone else and that's part of what makes the sex so great. Use what you got like a master and don't worry about the semantics.

I sat on the edge of the bed hot, sweaty, and still catching my breath. My eyes were tired and blurry, but I was able to focus enough to see the 3 beautiful hard cocks throbbing in front of my face. I grabbed the one directly in front of me, Mister "Taking My Sweet Damned Time" and pulled it closer. Oh ladies it was perfect. Long, thick, the vein running down like a perfectly marbled piece of meat. The thick fleshy head was swollen and begging for attention. 

I wrapped my lips and tongue around it, sucked hard like a Blow Pop. I took him all the way to the back of my throat before sliding it all the way out. Kissing the tip and running my tongue over its length, it was thick and heavy in my hand. I held his plums in my other hand and squeezed tight until he moaned. Cocks bobbed in my periphery, voices buzzed, but my brain was too tired to translate and I was in the zone. Mister "Taking His Sweet Damned Time" was going to pay.

From behind, my lovers soft hand was on my back stroking me while I made a meal out of this dick. My mouth was up and down, hand squeezing him firm and jerking the shaft, massagin as I worked it. Going all the way to the tip before sliding back to the base. I was licking and sucking his balls individually, popping them out one by one, then both in my mouth at the same time, rolling my tongue around them. His moaning was getting louder and his cock harder in my mouth. Yesssss, here it comes. I sucked harder, pumped faster.

Come on! Come on! 

My evil grin surfaced. 

He started moaning and begging and I felt him go rigid. I pulled my mouth off, grabbed him by the base of his cock and squeezed...hard. It jerked in my hand trying desperately to squirt in my face, but I held tight, feeling him strain. I watched the engorged purple head of his cock throb and strain and try its hardest to spit at me. He was pushing his hips forward humping my hand and trying to make it happen.

Nooooo, it wasn't time for him to cum yet.

I heard him groan, then whimper, then shake as his knees buckled under him.

Yeah, I'm that evil.

I felt my lover slip off the bed behind me and at the same moment I was grabbed by the back of my thighs. My view of the wall tilted quickly to a view of the ceiling. I felt like an astronaut being tilted into position ready for blast off. Ground control to Major Tom. Do astronauts have those moving chair things or am I remembering wrong?

Anyway...

I saw fleeting glimpse of my lover leaving the room. A few minutes later the sound of water running. Oh fine, go take a shower without me. I had more immediate situations to deal with anyway.

Hands under my thighs rolled me onto my back. The guys on either side had each grabbed me behind a knee and continued pulling my legs back. I was a victim of pornographic judo! They crawled up on the bed next to me and my poor prone holes now hovered over the edge of the bed. There was a rather vindictive looking cock aimed at me. The question of the moment being, where was it going?

Oh, let me take a quick minute here. I've had some questioning about my usage of so many pronouns and a lack of proper names. The fact is, I'm not going to use real names so I can protect the guilty. I could make up names, but then I'd have to keep track of them and you'd need a scorecard. All that really matters, in this particular instance, is me, the raging hard-ons set on corrupting my purity, and our lively escapades. I guess I could call them Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3, but then you'd need a diagram, or maybe signs, and a certain PhD Feline in a Chapeau may take exception to me hijacking the names (Dr. Seuss anyone?). So, we shall make the best of it. By the way my tenses change too as I go from then to now in my head. Flashbacks!

Now back to the ravaging of my innocence. Lol.

That gorgeous angry cock was throbbing and looking right at me. I watched it with my legs spread like obscene cross-hairs. More suspense. I didn't care which hole it chose I just wanted it in me. Oh fuck I wanted it stretching me out. This image of cucumber being stuffed into a balloon popped to mind for some reason and I chuckled to myself. He grabbed his shaft and slowly put the tip of his cock it my pussy. Just enough to get it wet, then trailed my wetness slowly down over my ass and back up to my clit. Lubing his choices it seemed. He teased me like that with 3 or 4 strokes, hypnotized my his own decision. 

For some reason I'm reminded now of that wheel on Price is Right. The one you spin for the showcase? The little pointer thing going up and down as the wheel spins. Haahah. No idea why that popped to mind, but it looked like it was about to hit $1.00. Which would make my ass .$.50?

The tip of his cock stopped at my sweet pink little hole and he began to push slowly. Oh my fucking God. Tight. Yessssss. Tight. Oh fuck take it. I grunted and he went deeper and deeper. That mother fucker went all the way until he hit the back wall. Oh my jeezus yessssss. I remind you again I'm not a size-queen, but fuck do I appreciate a cock filling me up and stretching me out. Balls deep. Back wall. Oh fuck the shit out of me!

He grabbed my thighs and started fucking me slow. The other two still had me spread and pulled back. One moved down to start sucking on my tits, the other had positioned his throbbing cock at my mouth. I grabbed and wrapped my mouth around his dick. My free hand went down between my legs to my clit and began to rub. We were getting this engine moving.

Pumping slow to start. Deep and slow. Taking his time. I could see him from the corner of my eye looking down, watching his cock sliding in and out of me. I got wetter with each stroke. It was around stroke four he decided to start fucking.

Four strokes in I guess he decided how many licks it took (Tootsie pop reference anyone?) and put all of his weight behind it. It took my wind and I grunted. Four more and he reversed his grip from the bottoms of my thighs to the top so he could pull me to him and started jack hammering me. Oh my fucking God. My eyes popped open and the cock fell out of my mouth as he made me make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a scream. He was fucking swinging for the fence with every fucking stoke (baseball reference for the guys.). Jeezus, the Mets win the World Series! Touchdown! World Cup! (More gratuitous references for the guys to understand). 

Ladies, you know when you're getting that good deep dickin'? Oh fuck! 

Guys, it's like when you're fucking her as good as you think you are...lol.. 

Pounding the shit out of me, it hurt, but God I wanted more. Yes! Yes! Yessss! I turned my head to watch the fucking show completely forgetting the one in my mouth. He was a fucking artist with that thing making me gasp and grunt for it. A hand grabbed my hair and turned me away, a cock stuffed back in my mouth. I grabbed it started jerking him furiously, moving from his cock to his balls, sucking him with the same vigor I was being pounded with. He pulled my hair and started face fucking me, his balls bouncing off the side of my face.

It was building again, deeeeeppp, my pussy was already dripping down my asshole. I was suddenly keenly aware I had a handful of hair and my tits were being manhandled. Fuck yesss. My body started shaking. Waves shooting through me. I couldn't hold back. My jaw dropped, my back arched and I screamed. Hot cum splashed across the side of my face and more erupted inside of me. I think I felt 20 years drain out of me. My body came down weak, shaking. He was too weak to hold me up any more, but was able to lower me to the floor as I slid off the edge of the bed pulling the sweat soaked sheets with me. 

He won. Good for him. Lol.

I sat there with my back against the edge of the bed convulsing and wanting to pass out.. I noticed we'd fucked the bed across the room. I smiled to myself. Sleep please. I was gasping for breath, too weak to move. My poor stretched pussy leaked cum on the hardwood floor. Why was the side of my face wet? Lol. My poor pussy was so sore but fuck. If I hadn't been getting good and fucked before this, this still would have been good and fucked I thought to myself. I felt myself trying to smile.

I looked up and saw my lover leaning against the wall eating a sandwich and smiling at me. He said...something...I mumbled an answer in unintelligible grunts, but smiled the best I could muster. A cold bottle of water was in front of my face and I grabbed it weakly. Ohmahgawd, so cold, so good. Dehydrated. Need water. It tickled running out of my mouth as I drank, dripping down my chin and splashing on my tits down my tummy. I giggled weakly, it tickled. Heh. Cold. Just give me a minute. I'll be ok. Just a minute.

Voices, then I was being lifted, then cold wet sheets. I didn't care. Kiss. Sooo nice to lay down. Laying on a cloud. So tired. So sore. Sleep. It tickled. Mmmmmm.

Suddenly, my eyes popped open...

tbc



Another Saturday Night Pt. 04



My eyes popped open...

It took me a few moments to clear my head and remember where I was or what was going on. I was laying, not in my bedroom, the sheets were a mess under me. What time was it? Fuck, I was sore. Noises coming from the other room. I...uh...yeah ok, now I remember. Boyfriends house, hard cocks, gangbang, cumming. MMmmmm, oh my God the cumming. FUCK I was sore.

I'd finally been able to get myself to move, I was just so fucking comfortable laying there. Sounded like they were having a pretty good time in the other room. I rolled myself out of bed. Oh, fuck my hips. Walking was an unsteady affair as I hobbled into the other room, leaning heavy in the doorway.

The guys were sitting around playing some video game. Abstract things were on screen from my viewpoint, that's all I know. But, there was plenty of testosterone flowing. They stopped when they saw me standing there naked and still exhausted. My lover jumped up, handing his controller off, he was hugging me and saying something. Mmmm, hugs. 

"How long was I asleep?" I heard the sound of my exhausted voice croak.

"Only around 45 mins baby. You want to lay back down?" His tone was so sweet. He did this to me...lol. He'd better be sweet.

"Shower...hydration...sustenance..." I got them out weakly, but I made my demands clear.

He walked me into the bathroom and started the shower, then helped me in. The water felt soooo good, running over me, making me clean. It was already waking me up and energizing me. I grabbed the soap and a washcloth and scrubbed. Mmmmm, that's better. The hot water was helping loosen me up. The more I moved the more the kinks were working themselves out. I contemplated how good it would feel to fill the bathtub up and just soak.

I squatted down a bit to wash between my legs. Oh my poor pussy. Shit he had reamed me out good, fucking baseball bat of a cock. Mmmmm. I stroked myself lightly and she responded by reminding me what I'd done to her...lol. Yessss. Wash, rinse, repeat. A nice long shower had me rejuvenated, ready to face the world again.

Stepped out, toweled off, wrapped the towel around my hair, and made my way to the kitchen completely naked. Well, if the towel around my hair doesn't count. I was feeling so much better. I walked past the doorway on my way to the kitchen and the boisterous voices got quiet, Heh. Whispers.

I sat at the kitchen table. My lover turned and grinned at me, setting a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me, a cup of hot tea followed. He kissed me softly and ran his hands over me, then say next to me. We chatted while I scarfed down my food. I was so hungry I couldn't even taste it, but it was delicious...lol. 

I sat back in the chair and stretched my legs out before resting my feet in his lap. He was stroking my legs and giving me a massage I enjoyed my tea. Once my tea was done I felt human again. We discussed his party preparations in detail...lol.

I stood up, stretched and yawned, he told me he had changed the sheets on the bed if I wanted to go back to sleep.

"Why would I want that? You set this whole thing up, the least I can do is be obliging." I grinned at him and headed back to the front room.

I stood in the doorway and took the towel off my head, shook my hair out and stretched to my tiptoes. I rubbed my arms, squeezed my tits, patted my tummy, and smacked my ass a couple of times for good measure.

"All right gentlemen what's next?"

The guys were frozen watching me, their game suddenly forgotten.

"Ok, ladies choice. Strip. Let's get a better look."

The sudden flurry of movement in the room caused a vortex. A flash of light and a hearty Hi-Ho Silver and the furniture had been moved and all three stood there naked in various stages of arousal. Nice. Very nice. All of them were in pretty good physical shape. Nice looking cocks. I let my hand wander down and started stroking myself while planning what I wanted next.

I had an evil idea.

"Gentlemen have a seat on the couch." 

I chuckled to myself. Bare asses, balls, and taint, he was going to have to burn this couch now. Heh heh heh.

I pulled the coffee table back around in front of them and sat down facing them. I spread my legs wide and pulled one foot up on the table next to me. Leaning back, making sure they could see how wet I was, I started stroking myself slowly. All three were glassy-eyed watching my fingers.

"OK, show me." I purred.

They looked confused. Well two of them did. One was already tugging on his cock watching me.

"Gentlemen show me how hard you can get. Tho YOU I already know...", I said grinning at thundercock, "but I want to see from this angle." I smiled, keeping my eyes on their hands and cocks.

The other two grabbed their cocks and slowly started working them for me. Fingers dancing, fists stroking and tugging. You know you would think there was really only one way to do it, but it's interesting to watch. I've seen a lot of guys jerk off for me and it never ceases to amaze me. But, it's beautiful watching those big strong hands doing something so delicate. It's usually more than just tugging on them. You have to know the combination of moves if you want to do it right.

I watched, entranced. All three were hard for me now. The mechanical movement of them pumping together. In sync, out of sync, back in sync again. It reminded me of an animation I saw of the pistons in a car engine. Those fucking stiff fleshy obelisks begging for release. I could see the pre-cum at the tips. I slipped two fingers inside me and closed my eyes. I let the orgasm take me. My pussy tightened and I was floating. My eyes opened and I was shaking a bit. They were staring at me, panting.

I licked my fingers, then stood up. I pushed the coffee table back to the side and got down and crawled over to them. Standing up straight and proud for me, my throbbing cocks. I went straight for the one in the middle, the one I'd had in my mouth before. I ran my hands up his legs and cupped his balls in my hands. Warm and heavy. He moved his hands away, I squeezed and looked up at him. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started to jerk him slowly. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around it sucking him hard and working my tongue around it.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and started fucking my mouth slowly. I watched the lust in his eyes grow and I reached for the cocks on either side. No hands, I let him fuck my mouth deep, never taking my mouth off of it while I jerked the other two. I could hear them breathing heavy, saying dirty little things to me one moment and begging the next.

I felt my lover come up behind me and pull my hips up. I assumed it was him, or he had more in the house I didn't know about, but I recognize the feeling of his hands on me. The tip of his cock slid from my ass to my pussy and made the circuit a few times more before he was pushing inside me. My pussy was still sore from the fucking I'd been taking most of the night. It hurt, but in that good way, I didn't want him to stop. I pushed back into him and felt his hands tighten on my hips. Mmmm. He was deep. He started fucking me slow. His cock feels sooo fucking good inside of me. My blow job became a hummer and I was jerking the other two to the rhythm I was being fucked. Oh fuck yes. My baby knows how to fuck me..

I started cumming, and he went deep with a couple of hard thrusts. He was talking to me, calling me names, slapping my ass hard. He was fucking worked up watching, feeling how hard he was inside of me, hewasn't going to last much longer. His cock exploded, hot sticky cum streaming and filling me up. He moaned for me before his hands went weak and were shaking. He slid out of me and I felt his cum leaking out of me. My poor pussy. After tonite I was going to need some serious rest. He patted my ass weakly, then I felt him stroking my back followed by a kiss on my shoulder. 

The guys had been watching and cheering him on, growling their approval. Their comments getting more and more aggressive as their cocks got harder. My hair was being pulled harder and the dick in my mouth was aiming for the back of my throat, but then stopped.

He smiled down at me and he lifted my head off his cock. Oh he was fucking hard. I released my grips on the other two for a moment as he helped me to my feet. He maneuvered behind me and pushed me to my knees on the couch. Lifting my hips and pushing my head down on the back of the couch he pulled me apart and slid his slippery cock from my asshole to my pussy. He rubbed slowly, taking his time. The tip of his cock stopped and pushed inside my pussy. He smacked my ass and slid into me deep. A few strokes and he was all the way in.

I rested my head on the back of the couch settling in for a good fucking. I reached out to find the cocks on either side on me. He slid out of me, a minute laterl I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole. His hand on my hip started pulling me back. I took a deep breath and relaxed. It popped to mind that I hadn't had anal tonite. I found that odd. I love a cock in my ass. The orgasms makes me squirt.

I moaned and pushed back, my asshole relaxed and opened up. It didn't take long before his balls were against my pussy...

tbc.