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Thank You Lisa

By: SamFrench



I had stopped by the food court in the mall to grab lunch before going back to work. That's where I met her, selling jewelry from one of those temporary stands. She was blonde, tall, and very pretty but what struck me immediately was the intelligent look about her and how professional she was in the presentation of her wares.

I was mesmerized and ended up "looking" at her jewelry, buying a really nice 14K necklace for my mom.

I found myself not wanting to leave, and since she wasn't very busy, we were able to strike up quite a conversation. I discovered she was only in town for a week, traveling around the area, selling her jewelry at different malls.

She told me she was staying at a local motel, giving me the impression she wanted to see me again. I asked if she was busy that night and she said no. I told her I'd call her that evening after work.

I called Lisa around 8 pm.

"Hi Lisa, remember me? Short, dark, and gruesome."

Her laugh was refreshing as she answered, "Hi JD, how could I forget? I was hoping you'd call. It's pretty boring in the motel. Are you coming over?"

"Of course I am. I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

She must have been waiting at the door because it opened as soon as I knocked.

She looked even more stunning than she had earlier. She was 5'9" and a tight 34C-24-34 with shoulder-length blonde hair.

Her smile let me know I was definitely welcome.

After some small talk about the motel room and her day, she sat down on the bed while I settled into the lone armchair. From her bubbly manner, I could tell she really must've been thrilled to have any kind of company. We talked more about her job and then she just stopped and got quiet.

"JD, I want you to know that I'm separated. I've been married for eighteen months but things aren't working out."

"Okay Lisa, that's cool. I'm sorry things aren't working out for you, but someone as wonderful as you should have no problem finding a great guy."

It was the only thing I could think of, what do you say to news like that?

Lisa looked at me for what seemed like an eternity, maybe trying to discern if I was sincere or just trying to make her feel better. I guess she thought I was sincere, since a faint smile washed across her face before she looked down on the bed next to her and patted it softly with her hand.

I got up and sat down next to her.

We both leaned towards each other and kissed, tentatively at first, then a bit more urgently.

We could feel the temperature rise in the room as the kisses became more passionate. I couldn't get enough of her soft lips as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. She felt great, just soft enough to be feminine, yet very firm, like an athlete. I kissed my way down her neck as I unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing. She offered no resistance as I pulled it off, leaving her in her jeans and bra. I continued kissing all around her upper body, nibbling on the swells of her breasts that spilled over the cups of her white lace.

"Oh JD," she moaned softly into my ear.

She ran her hands through my hair, pressing my lips into her flesh.

I undid the front clasp of her bra and watched in amazement as it fell away. Her breasts were the perfect size, capped by dollar size areolas and pert nipples. I kissed each breast several times before drawing her right nipple into my mouth while squeezing her left breast with my right hand.

She could tell I was excited as my hard cock pressed against her thigh. She lifted her knee to slide it between my legs, rhythmically rubbing my crotch.

I kissed her perfectly smooth tummy before unbuttoning her jeans. She inhaled sharply as my lips found the tender spot below her navel. With butterfly kisses, I traced the top seam of her white silk panties as I pushed her jeans down her long, firm thighs. Her tan was flawless and the white lines made her body even more appealing.

I was burning up but Lisa wasn't making any effort to take off my clothes. Not wanting to spoil the mood, I went back to licking her all over. I kissed down her right leg, pulling off her sock as I got to her foot. I then kissed my way back up the inside of her leg, stopping only to breathe lightly on her panty-covered crotch. I could already feel the sweet heat rising off her mound. I continued kissing down her left leg along the top, taking off her sock, and then kissing her foot before licking and nibbling my way back up to her pussy.

"Please JD, eat me, do it now."

The pressure of her hands on my head enforced her plea, as I traced the outlines of her lips through the translucent material. She was definitely wet as she squirmed against my mouth. I grabbed the sides of her panties as she lifted her hips, helping me slide them off.

Her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her. Her neatly trimmed bush barely covered the pink lips that were beginning to open up from the swelling of tissue. I again traced the outlines of her lips and bush with my tongue, making sure to stay away from her pink inner labia. I could tell it was having the desired effect on Lisa as her sweet ass was squirming on the bed. Her breathing was shallow as she ran her hands through my hair, trying to get me to her sweet spot.

She looked so sexy with a sheen of light perspiration making her skin glisten, while her breasts rose and fell with each breath. The noisy air conditioner barely kept up with the rising temperature in the room, although the blowing air did make her nipples stiffen even more. Her chest looked like two ice cream sundaes with cherries on them, making me desire her even more.

I dove into her pussy with earnest this time, driving my tongue into her inner reaches as she arched her back and ass clear off the bed. She let out a gasp followed by a deep moan before clamping her legs around my head as she made sure I did not move from that spot. I could hear nothing and saw stars, but I was damned if I was going to stop what I was doing.

I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, holding her up while jabbing my tongue into her tight pussy. I knew she must not have had it for a while, since she was as tight as a teenager. I could tell she was beginning to cum, as she pushed hard against my tongue with her crotch, squeezing my head even more.

After a few minutes, she relaxed enough to unclench her legs. It was at this point that she realized what she'd been doing as she sat up to hold my face in her hands, kissing her juices off my cheeks, lips and chin.

In between licks, she was apologizing profusely, asking if she had hurt me. I could only laugh, telling her if I was hurt, I hadn't noticed.

She continued to kiss me, making me forget any possible pain I may have felt.

Suddenly she stood up and started to gather her clothes.

At first I thought she was just getting them out of the way, but then she pulled on her panties, her pants, clasped her bra around her luscious breasts, and slipped her blouse back on. She left it unbuttoned but it was small consolation to me, my confused brain and my aching cock.

"JD, I really like you but I vowed not to sleep with another man until my divorce was final."

The hurt puppy look in my eyes must have been quite obvious, since she quickly added, "I didn't mean for things to go this far but you made me so hot. But I'll make it up to you, I promise."

I was still confused. How could she make it up to me if she had just covered the object of my desires...that luscious body of hers?

As I was still reeling from the incredibly intense action just minutes before, she began to kiss me again. Then she said something that sounded strange.

"JD, take your clothes off and lie on the bed."

Huh, I thought. Maybe it was all the blood rushing to a lower part of my body, but I couldn't figure out what was going on.

As I stripped, she watched me intently. Soon enough I was naked, my raging cock seeming obscene in front of a clothed woman like that. I lay down on the bed as directed.

Lisa started kissing my face, then my neck and chest as she worked her way down. She kissed all around my ribcage and abs, as if she wanted to make sure I was aroused enough.

In the meantime, my cock bobbed up and down with every heartbeat. It was so hard, it pointed almost directly to my belly button. Soon her cheek was rubbing up against it, although she made no point to kiss it. She continued kissing my hips and all around, avoiding my cock entirely.

I thought I'd black out from the sensation when she finally licked along the shaft up to the head of my cock. With one smooth motion, she slipped the head between her lips, trapping it in the velvety, smooth prison of her mouth.

I was in heaven and fought off cumming on the spot!

Lisa was caressing me as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. She pumped me with her right hand as I began to build towards orgasm. Her lips still engulfed the head, but her small hand stroked the rest of my cock, slick with her saliva. The sensation was incredible. Within a few seconds I began to stiffen as my cum erupted like a volcano. Lisa pulled her head back just enough to send the first jet into the air, landing squarely on the headboard behind me. She continued to pump my cock as I shot half a dozen more spurts, most of them landing on my chest and stomach.

Her soft hands continued to caress and stroke as my orgasm subsided. She played with my balls gently and milked every last drop of cum from my shaft. Then, when I thought I couldn't experience anything more erotic, Lisa leaned down and licked the last drop off my glans, bathing the head one last time in the moist warmth of her mouth.

Lisa got up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. She lovingly wiped the cum off my body. She then cleaned off the headboard before taking the towel back to the bathroom. She came back and lay on the bed next to me, kissing me sweetly and pressing her clothed body against my naked flesh.

Somehow, I knew we had shared a special moment.

After a good bit of time, maybe ten minutes or so, she got up and announced she had to leave early in the morning to her next job at a mall in North Florida. Even though I knew we'd shared something special, it would probably be the last time I'd see her.

Although this was not a true Clothed Female, Nude Male (CFNM) situation, I knew I was hooked. The 'feeling of power' she had over me as she remained fully clothed was more arousing for me than any aphrodisiac. She was able to maintain control of the situation while giving me such intense pleasure.

It was an experience I will strive to replicate again and again in my lifetime. 

Thank you Lisa for unleashing such intense feelings in me. 

Thank You Literotica



I had been perusing the Literotica site for several months. Forced by economic necessity to spend long periods away from my loving wife of 28 years, my sex life had consisted for the most part of porn videos and web sites (but ohh, I treasure the all too brief times with my wife). I had always found literary eroticism such as Penthouse letters a big turn on as the large stack of magazines in my hotel room will attest to. Finding Literotica was, therefore, a gold mine for my fantasy sex life. The only problem was learning to negotiate the site with only one hand while the other was invariably occupied.

One of the particularly enjoyable aspects of Literotica was checking out the bio's and pic's of the female authors. Being able to visualize these sexually aware, literate and fine looking women, while reading their stories involving all manner of sexual adventures invariably left me hard for hours at a time. 

And then I stumbled onto the members directory with it's fabulous search engine of erotic delights. Oh yeah! 30 to 50 year old bisexual women turned on by BDSM? You got it! Endless varieties of sexual fantasies with real people equally interested in eroticism.

One of the few advantages of growing older is that I find an ever-increasing age range of women sexually attractive. I still find tight and hard teenage girls as hot as when they bedeviled my adolescence. College age girls with fully developed bodies like those with whom I first explored sex in all it's glory and variety still leave me panting. And now mature women, with soft, voluptuous bodies who know what they want sexually and take it without hesitation, they too, turn me on.

And that is what lead me to propose to two of my fellow Literotica members, a weekend of sexual role playing and endless sex. 

I first found Wendy44305 when searching for women with pictures interested in incest fantasies. Her picture almost caused me to cum all over my laptop. A confident, attractive lady in her mid-thirties smiling to the camera with an impressively filled bra and short skirt. Her interests? Older and Younger Men, women, incest fantasies of various combinations father/daughter, mother/daughter. You know, I got the distinct impression this lady is interested in sex .She certainly had my interest. Best of all, her "location" was not far from my current temporary hotel residence. 

With similar search criteria but this time with a younger age bracket, I found Angel4Daddy. Her interests? "Incest, Older Men, Older Women". She is 18 with a hot young body to die for. Looking at her picture, I could almost feel my cock squeezed by her tight, young pussy. Oh, and she also was located not far from where I am staying.

As I stroked my cock in response to Wendy44305 and Angel4Daddy profiles, my mind began to form fantasy scenarios involving the three of us. It then dawned on me these fantasies could be acted out perhaps to the pleasurable benefit of all of us but certainly to me. It was then that I found the courage to propose a weekend liaison to each of them. 

I sent each of them an e-mail outlining my proposal. Simply put, we would meet in a hotel as a family, "sharing a room with our college age daughter to save expenses". For the night, we would continuously role-play, stepping out of character only as required. I made clear this was to be a sexual encounter as I sensed none of us were interested in establishing permanent relationships. I certainly wasn't as my wife, while distant, is my true soulmate and I will remain committed to her. Of course, she is bi-sexual so who knows what the future holds…

To my amazement and eternal gratitude, both Wendy44305 and Angel4Daddy responded in the affirmative.

A flurry of e-mails later found us establishing a few ground rules (safe, consensual sex, etc.). I arranged for a hotel with a "family suite" at a location convenient to all three of us the very next weekend. 

We also set a code word to indicate if, after meeting, we still all wished to continue with the fantasy. We would each indicate the weather where we had each arrived from. "Cold and wet" would indicate a desire to abandon the fantasy at any point. 

Needless to say, the intensity of anticipating the cumming(sic) weekend left me constantly aroused, rather embarrassing for a middle-aged professional trying to keep his mind on business. I really wanted to try not to masturbate as the weekend approached in order to save my cum loads for Wendy and Angel (our agreed pseudo names). But the excitement building in me would not be denied, after all, I still had to be able to walk without a perpetual hard-on. Their online pictures ensured an adequate supply of cum would be available as the weekend approached.

We agreed to meet in the hotel lobby early in the evening. I had arrived earlier and had already checked us in when Angel arrived.. She was easy to identify from her picture and we immediately went into character as we had agreed. I am sure the hotel clerk thought nothing was amiss as we warmly embraced and began chit chatting about school, etc.. I had been somewhat concerned we would have a hard time coming up with "dialog" for our little role playing, but enough reality crept in to keep it entertaining. 


And she was hot. With our first "fatherly" embrace my cock began to get hard. Of course, her tube top and shorts displayed her firm breasts and delicious tight ass. I couldn't help but "cop" a quick, furtive feel of her butt as we sat down together in the lounge. She smiled and snuggled up next to me and gently brushed her naked leg against me. I was suddenly dizzy as blood flowed directly to my cock down my shorts.

A short time later, Wendy arrived. She was perfect. Wearing a tight skirt and loose blouse, which did little to hide her magnificent breasts, we embraced as a family too long separated from one another ("Daddy" had been on business trips for a couple of weeks). I gave her a deep "good to see you again" kiss to which she responded to by forcing her tongue into my mouth. As I pulled her close to me, she pressed her mound against the hardening bulge in my shorts. She then turned and gave Angel a warm embrace, which lasted just long enough to leave me gasping for air as they subtly moved against each other. 

I noted that the weather back at the job was really hot. Angel said the weather was quite warm at school too. Wendy said it was hot and steamy at "home". Well, that was settled.

I quickly gathered up their bags and we went up to the room before going out for a little dinner. It was with a little trepidation that we entered the room. This was going to get real " real" very quickly. Both Wendy and Angel said they wanted to take a quick shower and change before dinner. 

I pretended to settle down in front of the TV while they went into the large bathroom together. A few minutes later, I heard the shower start. I quietly went to the bathroom door, which had been left ajar. Although the bathroom was a little steamy, I could clearly make out Wendy and Angel in the shower together through the translucent shower curtain.

"You know Mom, I've always wished my breasts were as big as yours" I heard Angel say.

"Angel darling, yours are just perfect", Wendy replied as she turned to face Angel.

"You know it's very important to keep your breasts clean… would you like me to wash them for you?"

This was going to be good, I thought.

"Please Mommy", Angel said her voice trembling Wendy took a wash cloth and gently massaged Angel's luscious young breasts.

Needless to say my cock was rock hard. I couldn't help my self as I pulled it out and began to slowly stroke it.. Pre-cum quickly coated my cock in shining love oil as I watched the fantastic scene taking place in front of me.

I heard Wendy murmur " Does that feel good Angel?".

"Shit yeah, I mean, oh yes Mummy" Angel replied. Wendy laughed "That's okay Angel, I know you are grown up now…..very grown up"

I watched as the wash cloth slowly moved downward until Wendy was gently washing Angel's pussy. I could barely make out the action but Angel's reaction made clear her feelings. Angel spread her legs apart and stifled a soft moan as Wendy gently massaged her mound.

"Oh God, that feels good" Angel mumbled. I then saw the wash cloth drop to the floor of the bath but Wendy's hand continued it's cleansing action. Angel gasped, as Wendy's motion became more rapid. For several minutes there was no sound except for the shower and Angel's rapid breathing and moaning.

I was stunned. Even through the wet shower curtain, I was witnessing some of the hottest sex I had ever experienced. Wendy's tits looked immense as they bounced up and down with the action of her hand in Angel's pussy. My cock was rock hard as I leaned against the door jam gently stroking ever more pre-cum from it. I did not want to do anything to disturb the scene before me. I glanced down and noticed their panties on the floor of the bathroom.

I couldn't help it. I picked both of them up and inhaled each fragrance deeply. Ambrosia. Wendy's silk panties and Angel's tiny thong were like fine Chardonnay and Merlot wines. So different but both so wonderful. I used the panties to caress my cock.

With a deep guttural cry, Angel shouted " Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" as Wendy jammed her in hand in and out of Angel's sweet crotch. As Wendy slowed her motion. Angel caught her breath. She leaned forward and gave Wendy a deep kiss. Angel began to move her small hands over Wendy huge tits and hard nipple. 

"Let me do you now, Wendy" Angel spoke softly.

"There will be time for you to play with Mommy later, Angel, let's finish up and join Daddy. He hasn't seen us for a long time" Wendy said.

Angel giggled as she remembered her "role". "Okay, Mommy" Angel said, "but that's a promise". I heard Wendy laugh as she began to resume her bathing.

Dropping the "lubricated" panties on the floor, I backed slowly out the door. While I wanted run in and begin sticking my cock in every luscious hole in sight, I didn't want to do anything, which would mess up what was promising to be the most erotic night of my life.

I resumed my place in front of the TV and attempted to stuff my unbendable cock back in my shorts. I heard the shower stop followed in a couple of minutes by Wendy and Angel walking out of the bathroom wrapped demurely in towels as they pulled out their clothing for the evening. 

"Is everybody clean now?" I asked with a smirk on my face. "Yes dear", Wendy replied, " Much better, I was feeling quite dirty".

Angel snickered before adding, "Well, I certainly feel all cleaned up". Everyone laughed. 

After dressing discretely in the bathroom, Wendy and Angel emerged looking delectable. For the casual summer evening, Wendy had changed into white shorts and a deep cut loose silk blouse. 

Those breasts were amazing. I had to lick my lips as I imagined licking and sucking on them in the evening to cum. Her bra was only partially successful in holding them in.

After tearing my eyes from Wendy's tits, I noticed Angel had changed into yet another tank top, this time with tight white pants. I physically trembled at the thought of that I might actually get to fuck this sweet thing in front of me.

As I stood up to leave, I had to adjust my still stiff cock into a somewhat more presentable appearance.

Angel walked up and stood so close to me I could feel her breasts, nipples sticking out hard through the thin cloth.

"How do I look, Daddy?" 

"You look like an Angel for Daddy, Daddy's little Angel" I replied, smiling. 

I had reservations at a restaurant with a deck overlooking the lake. I felt quite the "guy" as I walked in with my arm around my "wife" Wendy and holding my lovely "daughter" Angel's hand. 

As soon as we were seated, the under the table action began. As we attempted to hold a normal conversation with each other and the waitress, Angel had kicked off her shoes and was rubbing her foot along my leg. While I pretended not to notice, I extended my own foot against hers. As I glanced at Wendy, she was looking a little flushed. I soon realized Angel was also playing "footsie" with her.

Angel, looking the "teenager" had slumped down in her chair to give herself even more access with her feet. 

I looked at Wendy and asked, " Should we tell our daughter to sit up at the table?" 

About that time, I felt Angel's foot on my rapidly hardening cock. I could tell by the startled look on Wendy's face just where her other foot was as well. 

Wendy and I looked at each other and smiled simultaneously, 

" Naay….." 

As we all laughed, I also noticed Angel had not stopped rubbing our crotches. Things calmed down as dinner arrived. Teasing each other gently, we continued to play the Mommy, Daddy, and Daughter game to the hilt. I'm not sure what the people at the adjoining table thought but we were certainly an interesting "family". 

Ever the attentive Husband, I was obviously turned on by my "wife" as I constantly stared down her blouse. I finally let my hand wander over her thigh only to find Angel's foot there again! We all smiled as I caressed her foot against Wendy's clit. I was also ever so attentive to my "Daughter" occasionally reaching around to tickle her but managing to fondle her breast when I did.

As dinner progressed, one thought that kept coming to my mind. "God, I wanted to fuck both of these gorgeous women and soon".

We almost ran out of the restaurant, with my arms around both of them. To hell with dessert, we had more important treats to dive into. We continued the "family" chat on the ride home. Angel leaned over the seat and began rubbing both our necks and shoulders. While it felt good, it just reminded my cock of the good times to cum.

As soon as we got back to our room, I gave a big "stage" yawn and announced it was time to get to bed as we had a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Wendy and Angel both smiled and also "yawned". 

Angel went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. 

Wendy and I took the opportunity to begin kissing, which quickly increased in intensity. I had been waiting patiently all evening to get my hands on her gorgeous breasts and I was not to be denied any longer. As I gently caressed first one then the other, I pulled Wendy down on the bed beside me as we really started getting into it. I unbuttoned her blouse and began kissing and licking around her tits. She had to help me free them from her bra, but I knew what to do with them as soon as they appeared. As I slowly sucked a rapidly hardening nipple into my mouth, I gently pinched the other until she moaned.

Just then Angel emerged from the bathroom in a long tee shirt " Mommy and Daddy", she feigned "What are you doing?"

I had to laugh as we pretended to make our selves presentable. Wendy quickly went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

When I sat in the recliner, Angel came over and asked "Can I sit on your lap like we used to do Daddy?" 

"Of course you can sweetie".

As she sat on my lap I quickly became aware she was not wearing anything under her tee shirt. I felt her warm pussy against my growing cock. It was now my turn to groan.

"What's wrong Daddy?" Angel asked sweetly.

"I think you know what's wrong" I said.

"What's that Daddy?" she smiled.

"You are being a very bad girl, Angel", I managed to get out as she squirmed her pussy down on my cock still trapped in my shorts.

"Why am I a bad girl Daddy?" Angel almost whispered.

"Because you make me want to fuck you" I muttered as I moved my hand under her shirt and found her pussy. It was now Angel's turn to moan as I gently rubbed my fingers over her pussy lips. As I dipped my middle finger into her, Angel moaned again. "Oh yes Daddy". As I probed her, her pussy quickly became wet. I trailed my finger out of her pussy and across her clit. 

Angel began to grind her ass onto my cock as I continued to toy with her clit and pussy.

I paused a moment to move my hand up to her fine, firm breasts. I couldn't believe I was fondling an 18 year-old body again after all these years. 

It was now Wendy's turn to interrupt as she emerged "ready for bed". She was wearing a short, lace nightie, which just barely covered her pussy. Her magnificent tits and nipples were easily visible through the light material. She looked incredible.

Angel jumped up and went over to her.

"That's a beautiful piece of lingerie, Mommy" Angel said.

"Why thank you sweetie," Wendy replied.

"You look ravishing, Darling" I smiled.

"And thank you too." Wendy beamed.

"Well, I better get ready for bed too", I said and went into the bathroom.

As I disrobed and prepared for "bed" I could only imagine what scenes were taking place on the other side of the door.

When I came out of the bathroom I had only had my jockey shorts on although they did not do much to hide my swollen cock. Angel and Wendy were in the muted bedroom lying under the covers on each side of the king size bed.

"Daddy, the hotel forgot to bring up the extra bed, can I sleep with you and Mommy tonight?"

"I think it would be alright, don't you dear?" Wendy added.

I was beyond words at this point. My cock was almost hurting from the constant erections I had been having all evening. 

I managed to crawl in between them and under the covers. I opened my arms and they each cuddled into me.

"Daddy?" 

"Yes Angel?"

"Did I make your penis hard?" Angel whispered.

"Both you and your Mother make my penis hard", I said.

Wendy reached down and gently caressed my cock over my shorts . "ooh", she said. "It is hard!"

"All the better to fuck you with my dear" I joked gently.

Wendy reached under my Jockey shorts and grabbed my cock. I moaned involuntarily.

"Can I see your cock, Daddy?" Angel asked.

"Sure you can, baby" Wendy answered for me as she pulled down the covers. She sat up kneeling over my legs and pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang out, red and glistening in the muted light.

"Can you see his cock, Angel?" Wendy murmured.

"Let me look closer" Angel said as she slid down my chest to bring her mouth inches away from the head which was doing all my thinking at this point.

"I can see it now" Angel giggled

"Do you know how to suck a cock, Angel?" Wendy asked, licking her lips.

"I'm not sure, can you show me Mommy? Angel quietly asked.

"Yes, dear, now watch carefully''

Wendy lowered her head and I felt her heavy tits on my legs as her mouth slowly went over my cock. I do not know why I didn't cum at that second. Probably my cock had been teased into submission by this point. Wendy's lips felt exquisite as she sucked gently on the head of my cock.

I reached out and began caressing Angel's tight ass and stuck a finger into her pussy.

My head was spinning again. Too much, too much. I pulled my finger out and licked her pussy juice off. Damn, it tasted good.

Wendy was starting to bob her head up and down on my cock as I resumed finger-fucking Angel. Angel touched Wendy's face. As she pulled off my cock, Angel reached over and kissed Wendy on the lips. I could see their tongues work as they kissed more aggressively.

Angel stopped and bent down and sucked my cock into her mouth. 

"Like thith Mummy?" Angel lisped as she sucked my cock.

"Yes Angel, you are doing fine, isn't she dear?" I could only moan my reply "hell yeah" as I continued to finger fuck Angel. Using two fingers, I began to spoon the heaven juice into my mouth and on my face.

I opened my eyes to see Wendy sitting up over my legs. She was intently watching Angel licking and sucking my cock.. She had pulled up her lingerie and was sucking one of her own big, beautiful breasts while fingering herself with her other hand. 

"I need some cock" I heard Wendy pant. 

"Yes Mommy, fuck Daddy's cock" Angel said as her ass squirmed against my hand.




Thank You, Literotica



The names in this story have been changed to protect the couple that dictated the story to me.

I'm told that this is a true reflection of what happened, although the exact words spoken may have been a little different.

Perhaps, once they have seen their names in print on the web, they may dictate some more tales of how Tanya and I met up with Bob & Alice… but that's another story. Read on and enjoy.

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Seed sewn

Like most married couples, I would have thought, we fantasised about how it would be if we had occasional sex with strangers, threesomes, even gangbangs. But neither Alice nor I ever thought that we would one day be living out one of our fantasies.

One boring evening, eighteen months ago, with nothing on the TV, and the drizzle preventing us from taking our evening walk around the local park, we decided to surf the Internet on our brand new computer, looking for old English literature classics that Alice needed for her evening class. Somehow, we stumbled upon Literotica, and I mischievously teased Alice by digging into the site and reading aloud some of the opening story lines.

"Stop it, close that filth down and find my books," she demanded, trying to take the mouse from my hand. I continued reading about some loser who watched his wife give oral sex to three black guys with monster cocks. "Yeah, that'll be right too," Alice commented snide remarks between sentences and paragraphs. But the more I read aloud, the less she interrupted.

"Do you want me to read you another?" I asked as I finished describing how the husband cleaned his wife's semen filled pussy with his tongue, as the three black guys laughed and made fun of him as his wife climaxing one more time at the touch of her husband's tongue across her clitoris.

"No, find my book," Alice replied, but with less persistence. I clicked the mouse button, opening another story, and began to read. I could feel the tip of my cock moistening. The stories, although with probably little or no truth to them, had begun to take effect on my cock. They were better than the stories I used to read in Mayfair and Clubhouse magazines many moons ago in my misspent youth.

Halfway through the second story, Alice, who was standing behind me, watching the PC monitor over my shoulder, pulled my right knee to one side, and perched herself on my thigh. Her blue denim skirt rose slightly up her thigh, showing several inches of peachy-soft skin. Her v-neck t-shirt dipped low, allowing me to see the deep cleavage formed by Alice's beautiful 36D breasts. My cock began to stir.

"Let's take a look at the group sex stories," I suggested as I finished the second story. This time Alice just sat, waiting for the screen to refresh. No further demands to look for her book. "Ah, here we go," I said as I clicked another title.

"Do you reckon that really happened?" Alice asked as I finished the third story. "Have you ever seen a ten inch cock?" Clearly, Alice was beginning to get turned on by the stories.

"I don't know, perhaps some of them are true; you can never tell these days. And yes, I have seen a ten-inch cock; when I played rugby for the athletics team, JJ packed a massive weapon, and rumours were rife about how he bedded at least two different women every weekend. But you know what rugby stories are like," I told Alice. "But ten-inch cocks are very rare, girl," I finished, hoping that my respectable seven inches were more than enough for Alice.

Two hours later, after linking from one porn site to another, looking at pictures of monster cocks, group sessions, semen filled pussies and luscious tits, we found ourselves back at Literotica.

"Read another story from the group sex or loving wives sections," Alice requested. She began rocking slowly on my (dead) leg. She was clearly turned on.

"My throat is a little dry, you read it to me." Alice read how a young couple had met up with a middle-aged couple whilst on holiday, and after several drinks and some sexy talk, they all ended up in the same bed, fucking each other. The story line wasn't up to much, but the fucking was described vividly and was taking its toll on Alice. As I listened, I placed my hand on her thigh and slowly ran my fingers along her soft skin, reaching her cotton panties. Alice stood, allowing me to remove her panties. The words kept coming from her mouth as I slowly eased two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy. Her words faltered as I slid my fingers in and out of her wetness. As the older man emptied his balls into the young girl's pussy, Alice's pussy tightened on my fingers. My cock was now hard, aching for some attention, but I pushed the desire out of my head as Alice shuddered through her first orgasm of the evening on my fingers.

She went straight into another story, this time the subject was of some couple meeting up with two lads whilst in a nightclub. The lads had dropped something into the couple's drinks and had taken them to their room. Tying up the husband, the two lads had their wicked way with the female, filling both her pussy and anus at the same time. Although drugged, she was aware of her predicament and just couldn't help herself as she experienced multiple orgasms.

"That was naughty, but it didn't half turn me on," Alice said as she turned to me and snuggled up to my neck. Her lips gently kissed my cheek as her hand slipped over my straining cock. My cock sprang to attention as Alice released it from its prison. Easing back my foreskin, thin strings of pre-cum stretched from the eye down the shaft as the foreskin revealed a purple head. Alice slid onto her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. It only took a few minutes before I emptied my load into her mouth. Alice made no attempt to withdraw my cock as she swallowed every drop of semen, for the first time in our twelve years together.

Standing to her feet, Alice didn't say a word as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger and smiled at me.

That night, as my cock buried itself deep into my wife we fantasised about having sex with another couple, perhaps the older couple, or the young lads in the stories. Alice's orgasms were intense, one after another, the strongest I had felt on my cock in a very long time. I knew that things were going to change, and it was all down to us stumbling onto Literotica whilst looking for English classic novels for my wife's English literature class.

A year on

Over the next twelve months or so, Alice and I must have read just about every Literotica story there is. We often spent whole evenings, when Alice wasn't at night class or we weren't out with friends, sat in front of the PC, reading each other stories from the site. And every time, we ended the evening with a really good hard shagging. I don't think we watched TV for more than an hour or so at a time for weeks on end.

Anyway, our fantasies began to get more illustrative, trying to describe the sensations we would have been experiencing as if the fantasy had been real, most of which were based on details gleaned from Literotica tales.

"If we really had the chance, do you think we'd have the bottle to go through with it?" Alice asked me after one particular wild night when we had our first anal sex (and what a fuck that was too).

"I dunno, perhaps," I shrugged. Little did we know that the first hint of a test came to light within three nights of this very discussion.

Alice's night class had finally finished, so, to celebrate the end of her English literature course, we decided to have a night on the town. We frequented the old drinking haunts, not recognising anyone. We found ourselves sitting at tables, or stood against a pillar in dimly lit bars and nightspots.

One of Alice's habits is to people watch - staring at strangers and trying to second-guess what they were talking about or what they were going to do next.

"Look at that couple over there," Alice nodded towards a couple in their mid twenties, both trying to shout the other down, "I bet she'll slap his face and storm out." Moments later, the girl slapped her boyfriend's face, stood, poured his beer over his lap, and stormed out of the bar.

"How do you do that?" I asked, amazed at Alice's prediction.

"Female intuition." I guess she was right. Female intuition got me into a few tight spots in the past; I can vouch for that, often saying one set of words, but thinking another, and Alice knowing exactly what I was thinking.

The boyfriend stood, blushing as he wiped at his groin. He looked around the bar for the restroom. Walking briskly, he passed us, brushing my shoulder as he almost ran for cover. About ten minutes later, the boyfriend emerged from the restroom. In the dim light, it looked like he had successfully managed to dry his denims, probably by standing under the hot air dryer.

"That was some show," Alice said to him as he passed by.

"I guess I deserved it," he replied as he paused to answer.

"Got caught with your trousers down, eh?" I added with a grin. He looked like he was lightening up so I figured he could take a little joke.

"Yeah, her sister told her she saw me with another girl in town last Wednesday," he began to explain. "But what her sister didn't tell her was that the other girl was my sister! And she wouldn't believe me."

"Ouch," I grimaced. "Looks like there'll be no pussy for you tonight," I joked again. "Let me get you a drink," I offered, beginning to feel sorry for the guy.

The bar was busy and it must have taken ten or fifteen minutes to get the three drinks and make my way back to our standing table at the pillar.

"You'll never believe this, but Jeff is Sarah's brother," Alice jubilantly announced as I placed the drinks on the table.

"Hi Jeff," I said, shaking his hand and handing him a beer. "So, who's Sarah?"

"Sarah was the girl I sat next to at night class, remember? I told you about her and Eddie splitting up last month. Sarah's the girl who lost the baby in March. You must remember."

"Oh yeah," I lied. I couldn't remember who Sarah was, not that it mattered that much.

"So when was the last time you saw Sarah?" quizzed Alice as she touch Jeff's arm lightly.

"Oh I see her most days. In don't think she's got over Eddie dumping her yet; she's always on a bit of a downer, you should give her a call and go out for a coffee or something."

"Yes; yes I will. What's her number?"

"Here, I'll write it down for you." Jeff scribbled a number on the back of a napkin. Alice folded it and placed it in her purse.

"Give her my love when you see her," she ordered as she pecked Jeff on the cheek as he left.

Several moments later, "You were a bit close with him," I touted with a hint of jealousy.

"Don't fret lover," Alice whispered in my ear as she tickled my lobe with her tongue, "it's just a thought that came to mind when he told me he was Sarah's brother," she continued, whispering in a low, sultry voice. "Sarah let me into a secret, telling me her brother had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She didn't say how big, just that he could hold it with both hands and still had a couple of inches of purple head sticking out of his hands." Alice rubbed her hand across my thigh and gently grasped my cock and balls. "Mind you, I didn't ask her how she knew."

"And you thought the stories in Literotica weren't true - well, the ones about monster cocks anyway." I felt my cock twitch against Alice's palm. I couldn't believe Alice was talking like this… in the bedroom, yes, it was now almost the norm… but not in a bar. I guess it's having read all the stories on the Literotica website, it must have given Alice a hint of liberation.

"So tell me, what's going through your mind?" I asked. Barely an hour later we were in bed, Alice riding me like a bucking bronco.

"Oooh, fuck me baby," she panted.

"Come on, what's your fantasy tonight, babe?"

"I can feel Jeff's huge cock ripping into me, stretching my vagina to the limit," Alice hissed with pleasure. My cock twitched as I emptied my aching balls deep into her pussy. She ground her clitoris hard against my pubic bone, bringing herself to massive orgasm that ripped through her, causing her wet herself, soaking both me and the bed sheets. "Ooh, that was good," she whispered in my ear as she collapsed onto my chest, her hardened nipples pressing hard through my chest hair.

After a few minute's silence, "I'd love to see if Jeff's cock is as big as Sarah says," Alice confessed.

"And then what would you do?"

"Hmm, let me think," a long pause, then, "I'd probably run a mile!" We both laughed at the way she quickly rushed her words out, just as if she was running away from the monster.

The unwanted phonecall

"You'll never guess who I called today," Alice stated a question.

"I give up," I said, impatiently as I dropped my lunchbox onto the kitchen worktop. It was a hot summer's day, and I was desperate for a cool shower and a beer after a full day's graft at the building site – I'm a brick layer, or as Alice tells her posh friends, a 'construction unit engineer', then going on to describe a unit as a brick. "Your mother, you called your mother?"

"No, I called Sarah," she snapped back. "Remember, we met her brother Jeff last Friday at O'Neil's, remember, the one with the huge cock – we fucked like rabbits when we got home?"

Of course I remembered, but I played along, "Oh yeah, I think I remember."

"Of course you do, silly. Anyway, she's popping over tomorrow for coffee."

"Well that's just dandy! I've got a day off and I was hoping we could go to the beach to catch some rays," I replied, a little pissed off having thought about seeing Alice in her tiny bikini on the beach all day at work.

"Oh that's okay lover, I'll give Sarah a call and cancel."

"No, there's no need, we'll have a beer out back."

"No, I'd like to go to the beach anyway. I can arrange a coffee date anytime."

I jumped into a cool shower, then, dressed in my shorts and sandals, took a cold beer from the fridge and sat on the sun lounge in the garden. Two minutes later, Alice joined me dressed in her favourite (and mine) bikini. The white flimsy material contrasted her tanned body. Her breasts perfectly formed behind tiny triangles and her large nipples were clearly visible. Her clean-shaven pussy pouted against the thin material of her bikini bottom, a crease formed along the line of her pussy. In her hand she held a glass of red wine. All I wanted to do at that moment was ravage her.

"It's a bit early in the day for you babe… and the drink" I teased as she sat next to me, kissing me on the lips.

"Maybe, but I've just got off the phone with Sarah's brother," Alice smiled. "He's at Sarah's right now. When I told Sarah about us going to the beach, she asked if she could come along; it's been ages since she's been to the beach, she told me. And when Jeff overheard Sarah talk about the beach, he piped up that he'd like to come along too." Alice had a huge grin on her face, "Perhaps we'll get a chance to see if his cock is a monster, as long as he wears tight swimming trunks."

"You're intrigued about this cock of his, aren't you?"

"Hell no," she lied. We both laughed.

The night was muggy and we both found it difficult to sleep. After sex we usually simmered down and would drop off to sleep quickly, but not tonight, we tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.

"We're going to have to get air conditioning if the summers are going to be like this every year," I moaned as I kicked off the thin cotton bed-sheet.

"I can't sleep neither babe," Alice added as she let out a sigh.

We began talking about some of our holidays in hotter climates and how we managed to stay cool. But soon, the conversation turned again to sex.

"So what if we get to the beach tomorrow and Jeff strips down to a skimpy g-string with his giant cock bulging, trying to escape?" I teased.

"Well, perhaps I'll just have to cut the string and let it fall free," Alice laughed.

"I bet you wouldn't… if he did turn up in a g-string. I bet you'd just sneak peeks at him through your sunglasses."

"You just wait until you meet Sarah," Alice fought back, "she's a doll. I bet you'll want to suck her titties and stick your finger in her pussy."

"No chance," I snapped back, "if she's a babe, I'd want to stick my cock in her pussy."

We teased each other, getting worked up about our day out to the beach. Eventually, we dropped off to sleep.

The beach

Alice arranged to meet Sarah outside the college they used to attend. It was en route to the coast for all of us, so it turned out to be a convenient meeting place. Alice was in her denim short shorts that showed off the curvature of her buttocks. Her thin white t-shirt did little to hide her hard braless nipples. She looked stunning. I was in my Bermuda shorts and a Harley-Davidson t-shirt. Jeff wore denim jeans and a white t-shirt, whilst his sister wore a tight miniskirt that was little more than a belt. Her bare stomach sported a pierced belly-button and her petite breasts were covered by a short pink t-shirt that barely fell below the curvature of her breasts. Sarah's long strawberry-blonde hair flowed in the summer breeze as she and her brother approached the car.

"You're right, she is a babe," I thought aloud.

Alice introduced me to Sarah as she hugged her friend; Jeff shook my hand.

Talk in the car was about night class, English literary greats and the weather. Jeff and I listened, making out like we were both intrigued by the subject. In time, the talk progressed to work, television, sport, and by the time we were parking the car in the beach car park, there was some tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendos.

The beach was full of holidaymakers, kids and sun seekers. We struggled to find a decent spot with a little privacy to sunbath topless. Whilst the girls rolled out our towels, Jeff and I strolled to the ice-cream vendor for something cold and wet. We had drinks with us, but they were beginning to warm up already – the summer heat was relentless. Next to the vendor was an information centre, more of a shack really. On the wall was a large-scale wall map of the coastline. My finger ran along the black ink that traced the coast. Two miles up the coast was a naturist beach.

"Fancy moving further on up the coast?" I asked Jeff as I pointed out the naturist area on the wall map. Jeff replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

Twenty minutes later, we had found a quiet sand dune just off the main stretch of beach.

"Let's camp out here," I suggested. We dropped our gear and within seconds, everyone was stripped down to swimwear, both girls topless, not fluttering an eyelid.

"Put some of this on my back," Alice asked as she handed me the sun oil. I did as asked and slowly covered every inch of her back and legs. Jeff was covering his chest and arms with coconut oil and Sarah was covering her tummy.

"Here, let me put some on your back," I offered Sarah when I had finished Alice. She nodded and I poured another palmful of oil. Covering every inch, I made a meal of touching her soft skin. Sarah had a beautiful back, her hair pulled up exposing her long neck. Another palmful of oil and I was applying sunscreen to Sarah's legs. She was standing on her towel and she opened her legs a little to allow me to get the oil onto the inside of her thighs. I couldn't believe what I was getting away with.

I looked over to Alice who was helping apply coconut oil to Jeff's legs. He had tight knicker-style trunks that showed the shape of his cock and balls nicely. As I watched Alice, her oily hand brushed lightly over Jeff's cock, making out like she had accidentally slipped. Jeff didn't flinch. His cock must have been six or seven inches curled up in his trunks.

Sarah and Alice turned to me and both, with hands soaked in oil, paid me all the attention I could bare without my cock springing to life betraying my desires.




Thank You, Literotica



"Aren't we on a nudist beach?" Jeff asked. He wasn't slow in coming forward. He stepped out of his trunks, revealing his manhood as it swayed free in the hot sun. He took more oil in his hand and made sure his delicate parts were protected; his shaft glistened in the sunshine.

Alice couldn't stop staring, "Close your mouth girl," Sarah told her and laughed. Jeff grinned as he watched my wife staring at his pride and joy.

"Oh bloody hell," Alice gasped, "I've never seen one so big."

"I think you'd better drink your drink before it gets too hot around her," Sarah told Alice. We all laughed as Jeff lay on his towel, face down.

I dropped by Bermudas to free myself. The hot sun felt great on my flaccid four inches. Alice finished oiling me, rubbing her slippery hands over my cock, making it swell a little.

"We've got to look after little Joey now haven't we?" Alice teased.

"That's more like it," Sarah commented, "a normal sized penis. I'm fed up seeing big dick over there."

"Are you two fucking?" I couldn't help but ask the question with the hard f-word.

"Hell no," Sarah replied. "We're just used to seeing each other naked. We are brother and sister, and we were brought up in a small two-bedroom house with Mum and Dad. We couldn't help but see each other in various states of undress, and over the years, we've gotten used to each other naked. And I guess it has helped to broaden our minds and outlook on life," Sarah added as she untied the bow strings holding her bikini bottoms in place, letting it fall, revealing a neatly trimmed pubis.

I stared at Sarah's lovely pert breasts and pussy. I felt a nudge; Alice brought me down to earth. It was then I notice she too had removed the remainder of her swimwear. My cock began to pulse.

"Well, I never would have thought that I'd be soaking up some rays in the nude with a couple of strangers," I stated as I made myself comfortable lying on my stomach to hide an embarrassing stiffy.

The conversation was slow to resume, but soon enough, the girls kicked into literature once again. Fed up with talk of Shakespeare and Hemmingway, I asked Jeff if he fancied a dip in the sea. We took a Frisbee and tossed it about in waist deep water. The beach was surprisingly quiet, just a handful of couples spread over the three hundred yards of private beach. We talked about Sarah and Alice and after a while, I felt we'd known each other for years. I found myself telling Jeff about how we stumbled across Literotica and the stories of big cocks and how Alice didn't believe there were any men with twelve-inch cocks.

"Well, you're looking at one," Jeff confessed. "When I'm worked up, it grows another six inches, taking me to almost thirteen inches of woman pleasing love machine," he laughed.

We talked about how size would affect pleasure, making it uncomfortable for women, but Jeff said that most of the women he'd bedded managed to take the full length after they'd juiced up.

"If Alice could only hear what we're talking about, she'd slap me silly."

"I bet she'd love to try it," Jeff boasted.

"Well, if she does, it's up to her," I replied without thinking.

We talked some more and then Jeff and I returned to the girls who were still talking Shakespeare.

Sarah was applying oil as we sat on our towels, "I could do with a top-up," I stated. Sarah filled her small hand and obliged, smearing the oil onto my chest and stomach. I closed my eyes and thought about asking Alice to apply some oil to my legs when Sarah poured oil over my cock and balls. I couldn't believe it. Sarah began massaging the oil over my cock, making it swell fast and hard. I looked across to see Jeff offering Alice the bottle of coconut oil. She took it and went straight for his cock. She grasped it with both of her slippery hands. Sarah had been right, Alice could cover Jeff's shaft with both hands and still the purple head, now swollen, was exposed.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the sun on my naked body, and Sarah's slow hand massage. It was oh so surreal. I wanted to make it last, but her smooth hands gliding up and down my shaft was just too much. I exploded, sending semen a metre or so into the air.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sarah whispered in my ear. I nodded, catching my breath.

To my left, I could hear muffled groans. Alice was on her knees, her ass high in the air. Jeff had mounted her from the rear, doggy-style, his cock almost fully home as he thrust into my wife. Alice muffled her moans of pleasure in Jeff's towel. I couldn't believe my eyes; Sarah's brother, a stranger, was fucking my wife, her inhibitions tossed to the four winds. I felt jealousy, anger, lust and love, all at the same time. The sight of my beautiful wife being fucked by this stranger, the first cock other than mine since we'd met, coated and married, her pussy accommodating his massive penis. It was so unreal, I pinched myself, I thought I was dreaming.

Sarah licked away the remaining semen that had dribbling from my now stiffening cock. She straddled my hips and lowered herself onto me, groaning as my cock slid deeper into her wetness. Yes, this must be a dream!

I turned my head to see Jeff pull out of Alice and shoot his fluid over her lovely ass, his left hand smearing his semen over her skin.

Sarah's groans became more vocal as I could feel her pussy tighten its grip on my cock. I could feel my second batch of semen race through my body, erupting deep inside Sarah as she shuddered through her climax.

Sarah giggled as she slowly lifted herself off me, her pussy dripping our juices onto my thighs and towel. I joined her chuckling. Jeff and Alice joined in and before we knew it, we were all laughing aloud.

We went for a swim to let the sea wash away our stickiness.

By the time we dried off, the sun had disappeared behind a grey cloud, and that was the last we saw of the sun that day. The wind began to pick up and by the time we reached the car, a huge thunderstorm let loose torrents of rain.

Driving back to the college to drop Jeff and Sarah off, we said just one or two words. Although we weren't embarrassed with our actions, we did find conversation difficult. We said our goodbyes and as soon as Alice and I got home, we were naked again before we reached the bedroom.

"So, what was it like?" I asked Alice.

"I thought I was going to split in two," she panted as I fucked her. The scene was still fresh in my mind, and Alice's pussy was still stretched from Jeff's pounding.

"Can you still feel my cock fucking you?"

"Oooh, yeeeeesss, fuck me, fuck me harder," Alice demanded. Her juices flowed like a waterfall, soaking my pubic hair and balls. I thought of Sarah bouncing on my cock as I filled Alice with my hot gushing fluid. She shuddered as she came down from her high.

"I never thought I'd do it," she confessed, "but when Sarah took hold of your cock, and Jeff touched my ass, I just thought 'sod it' and let myself go."

We talked for hours, describing every minute of our experience.

"Perhaps we should write it down and send it into Literotica… but no-one would believe it," Alice mumbled as she finally drifted into slumber.

Winter Sun

In the months that followed, I was half expecting to find either Sarah or Jeff at the house when I got home from work, but we didn't meet them again until late October, and that was just by chance whilst shopping in the High Street. Alice had called Sarah that evening on the phone, and Sarah told her that she had found another boyfriend just two days after our beach frolic and didn't want to jeopardise their relationship by risking another session. We understood and Alice told her that it was probably for the best anyway. And to top it off, Jeff had moved down to London to work. I was secretly relieved when Alice told me after hanging up the phone.

The summer never turned out to be much, so we decided to get some winter sun.

"How about Cancun, Mexico?" Alice asked as she flicked through the winter holiday brochure.

"Sure, I've got loads of time off work coming my way and I'm due payment for that job I did for Graham last month."

"Great, I'll nip into town tomorrow and book it at the travel agents." Alice was beaming. She loved going on holiday, especially to exotic locations, and we hadn't been abroad for nearly two years. This was going to be a holiday we wanted to remember. And it was; just read on.

Enrique, our bellboy, took our cases to our room. We followed behind as he led us through the tropical garden and past the lagoon that doubled up as a swimming pool.

"Gracious senior," Enrique nodded as I slipped him a couple of US Dollars as a tip. Our room was well equipped with TV, radio, fridge, optics with vodka, scotch and gin, and a big basket of fresh fruit. The air conditioning had been put to full and it was like walking into a deep freeze after our short walk from the hotel reservation desk to our room. The tropical heat was humid and we both perspired heavily.

"I guess we'll get used to this heat by the time we get home," I joked as Alice and I unpacked our cases. "Let's just find our swimming gear and cool off in the pool."

Minutes later, we were up to our necks in lovely cool water. The pool, or lagoon as the hotel named it, was busy with holidaymakers mainly from the UK and USA. It had a submersible bar at one end so you didn't have to leave the pool to get your drinks. We found a spot and ordered a couple of cocktails.

Within minutes, we found ourselves making friends with a couple of lads from Utah. Martin and Steve were in their early 30's and were holidaying without their better halves, a golfing holiday for the lads whilst their wives spend a long weekend in New York, early Christmas shopping. We got on like a house on fire and soon realised that it was time to get dressed for dinner.

"I guess we'll bump into you guys later?" asked Steve as we made our excuses to leave.

When we got back to our room, my head was beginning to spin. A combination of a long-haul flight, little or no sleep, humid heat and alcohol was taking its toll. Alice felt the same, so we decided to eat, then have an early night, leaving our exploration of the hotel and Cancun for the next day.

The morning sun was hot, but the good news was that the humidity had dropped to a pleasant 35% according to the digital display at the registration desk. Already, the temperature in the shade was passing 30oC.

We took breakfast and headed for the beach. Finding a secluded spot was impossible. We managed to have a paddle in the Caribbean Sea and after a short walk along the beach, decided to head back to the hotel's lagoon.

Since our day at the beach with Sarah and Jeff, we hadn't really pushed our fantasies that hard, although, we still had a little fun with them. I guess we both realised that things could have gone so wrong. In a quiet way, without saying anything to each other, we had let the thought of having actual sex with others fade from our expectations. We still talked dirty to one another – Alice describing Jeff's monster cock and me having Sarah gyrate on my pole. I digress.

At the lagoon, we found a couple of sun beds, and laid out our towels to stake a claim on them. We ordered a couple of cocktails at the bar relaxed in the partial shade of the palm trees at the pool edge.

The hotel, although busy, had very few children. We put that down to us holidaying out of season and we liked the idea of not having too many screaming kids running about the place, disturbing the peace and tranquillity. We laid out on the sun beds for about an hour, dosing, sipping cocktails, reading magazines. I was in my usual Bermuda shorts and Alice was wearing her new black string bikini that covered very little. Boy did she look lovely, her soft skin glistening with oil, her firm breasts rising and falling as she breathed slowly, here tanned long legs crossed at the ankles. She was deeply engrossed in her magazine when I flicked a few drops of cold cocktail at her. She jumped in surprise, nearly spilling her drink on her lap, her magazine falling, losing her page.

"You sod!" she cursed, "I'll get you for that." She chased me round the pool. I dove into the water to escape her and she dove in after me. We playfully fought for a few minutes before we stopped and began kissing; deep passionate kisses.

"You guys look like you're having a good time," Steve said as he swam past us headed for the sunken bar. I winked at him, not letting my lips separate from Alice's.

My cock stiffened, "Fancy we go back to the room for a while?" I teased.

"Hmm, maybe," Alice teased back. "But then again, maybe we should keep it for later."

We agreed and then agreed again to swim to the bar far another drink. The holiday was fully inclusive, so we didn't need to carry money around with us, and that made the holiday so much more relaxing.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Asked Steve who had just been served with a couple of fresh beers.

"Dunno, perhaps we'll take a look around the town, see what's on offer for nightlife and evening entertainment," I answered.

"There's a great bar just a couple of hundred yards down the road. We're going to night if you want to join us," Steve offered.

"Well, perhaps," Alice answered for us both. "We were thinking of just finding our way around, then grabbing another early night… jet lag."

"Yeah, I understand. But if you change your minds, we'll be in the hotel lounge bar until around 7pm," Steve informed us as he waded through the water with his beers.

Bad end to a good day

"Isn't this the bar Steve was telling us about?" I asked Alice as we strolled down the street. Her thin white cotton sundress swayed in the light sea breeze. We hadn't dressed up for a night on the town, but as we walked down the main drag, we felt ourselves coming round and both of us decided that perhaps we'd just take a look inside the bar.

It was approaching 10pm already, and Alice was onto her third tequila sunrise; I stuck to local beers. We were just about to leave the bar when Steve and Martin walked in and spotted us immediately.

"Hey guys," Martin slurred as he put his arm around me like he had known me for years.

"Hi."

"We didn't expect to bump into you here," Steve said as he ordered another round of drinks.

"We changed our minds," Alice answered.

"Hey, woman's prerogative," chirped Martin.

We talked about hometowns and the difference in lifestyles between the UK and the USA, backed up by several more rounds of alcohol. By now, I was beginning to feel as drunk as Martin looked. Alice had had enough too. Her words were beginning to slur. She doesn't hold her liquor well.

"I think we should head back to the hotel," I announced to outcries from the Americans. Alice wasn't bothered whether we stayed or left. "To hell with it, I'm going to get another round in."

It must have been well passed 2am when we left the bar. None of us could walk in a straight line. I had to support Alice as we walked the hundred yards or so, and then the additional fifty to our room. Needless to say, our newfound friends insisted on seeing us safely back to our room.

I poured three scotches and a glass of vodka for Alice, and talked, and talked. Alice had passed out and Martin was flagging quickly.

"Look at those two, like little babes aren't they, looking so innocent," Steve commented.

"Yeah, that'll be right," I slurred.

"Yep, Martin, the woman eater. Do you know why we are really in Mexico?" Steve asked, waving his finger at me and tapping his nose to indicate he was about to divulge his secret. "Well, Martin here got caught in bed with his neighbour's wife. Martin's wife, Shelley, almost killed him; she beat the holy crap outa him," Steve whispered. "Anyway, he needed to get away, so here we are."

"And?" I prompted.

"And," a long pause, "Martin thinks he can get laid down here without Shelley knowing. But little does he know that Shelley's revenge has already been meted out. Yes man, it's already been dealt."

"Go on," I was intrigued.

"Shelley came around to my place looking for Martin, but he wasn't there. She didn't believe me, so she crashed into my living room. She searched every room in the house. She just wouldn't believe me, man. Anyway, I tried to get her to calm down. She just needed someone to talk to. I guess I was the lucky guy. She let out all of his little secrets. She described their love life, her affairs in great detail, something Martin doesn't know about, and to top it all, she just stood in front of me and undressed. Tell me Bob, what could I do. She needed comforting. So…" he shrugged his shoulders. "So now, we're both in exile," he laughed quietly.

I looked over to Martin and felt a little sorry for the man. Okay, he'd played around and got caught, but then his missus got payback by having her way with his best friend. Women can be so cruel.

"She just wouldn't leave me and my big fat cock alone," he continued after another drink. "That's the trouble with me; I just can't keep my big fat cock out of women's hands."

'Don't let Alice hear you say things like that' I thought. "Too bad," I shrugged, not knowing if he was a lucky bastard or a poor sod.

Alice stirred and turned onto her back (she had been on her side), she was sound asleep, breathing in long deep breaths, her breasts slowly rising and falling.

"Your wife has a wonderful body," Steve complimented, "you're a lucky guy."

"Yeah, I am," I agreed.

"She has the cutest breasts I've seen in a while," He added.

I found myself describing Alice's body to this drunken American; I guess the alcohol helped loosen my tongue. I told him about Literotica, our fantasies, and the beach fuck with Sarah and Jeff. I didn't want to, but it just came out. I didn't know if I was bragging in retaliation to his story about Martin's wife, or whether it was because I'm proud of her body and that Alice and I were able to have sex with someone and still be strong together.

"Do you think she'd like this?" Steve asked as he stood and pulled his cock from his pants. His flaccid cock flopped from his hand. It was big, not as long as Jeff's, perhaps five inches in length, but it was fat alright; it must have been a good two to two-and-a-half inches in diameter, and it wasn't hard.

"I would think she would," I replied, jealous of its girth.

Steve strolled over to the bed, stroking his cock as he paced the four steps. He reached out and gently ran the back of his hand across Alice's breasts, down her tummy and then her left leg. He paused at her knee, crossed to the right knee, and traced his hand back up her thigh, only this time; his hand disappeared under Alice's dress.

I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted to see his cock inside her. He peeled back his foreskin with his right hand as he pulled Alice's panties to one side with his left. He knelt over her and lowered himself down onto her lifeless body, his cock pressing against her entrance. He still wasn't fully hard, but his cock had grown. The head pushed aside Alice's pouting lips as he forced himself into her pussy. Alice groaned almost silently, but never moved. The alcohol had knocked her out cold. Steve pulled back and let his cock almost fall out of Alice before he pushed home again. From my seat, I had a clear view of his cock invading Alice's privacy, its shaft beginning to glisten with Alice's dampness. He fucked her relentlessly, with no respect for her body. He was just using her to fulfil his basic urge to empty his seed into another female. It was a basic animal instinct, a lust that needed satisfying.

As I watched, I became angry with myself for letting him do this to my love. But it was too late to do anything now but wait for him to finish. He began to tense his body and moments later he let out a groan as he filled my wife with his semen. Steve stood, wiping his cock in his t-shirt. He shook Martin. Martin woke up slowly, not realising his friend had his trousers around his ankles.




Thank You, Literotica



"Come on, wake up," Steve demanded as he pulled up his zipper.

"What? What?" Martin rubbed his eyes. He was more tired than drunk and took a minute or two to realise Steve had fucked Alice.

"Come on, it's time to go."

As they left the room, Martin couldn't taking his eyes off Alice's semen-filled pussy, her dress pulled up to her waist and panties pulled to one side, Steve announced, "We're going snorkelling tomorrow if you and Alice want to join us. We're meeting at the poolside at noon" 

The door closed.

Silence.

I stared at Alice as she laid almost unconscious, in deep sleep, totally unaware that her body had been violated. I felt ashamed that I had just sat back and let it all happen. What would she think? What would she say? Thoughts, questions, scenes, all flashing through my head in a swirl of alcohol induced haze.

I stood over her, her pussy leaking fluid onto the bed. I touched her gently, wanting to wipe away every trace of violation. But it felt good. It felt so warm and slippery. I wanted to make love to my wife, but I couldn't, not like this anyhow. I wiped my fingers in a towel and then used the towel to wipe Alice's pussy dry. But moments later, Steve's seed was oozing from her pussy again. I felt a sudden urge push away my shame and knelt between Alice's legs. I gently push them apart, careful not to wake her, and buried my face into her sex.

She smelt so sweet. The mixture of juices on my tongue helped lubricate her pussy. I had never tasted semen before, not even my own, and it was good. I swallowed as much as I could, not realising I was pressing hard and harder into her vaginal passage.

Alice stirred. I stopped.

I reoriented her panties, pulled down her dress to cover her thighs and laid beside her, feelings of guilt and remorse coursed through me.

Eventually sleep came, just as the sun began to rise.

Confessional

"Have you been licking my pussy?" she asked moments after opening my eyes.

I blushed a little, "Maybe."

"I can taste sex on your lips," Alice whispered as she pecked my dry mouth. She put her hands between her legs. "And my panties are soiled," she added. "You beast you," she smiled, "having your way with an incapacitated woman." She hugged me tight, then ran her hand down to my cock.

I didn't know how, but I had to confess.

"I've got something to tell you," I said eventually, just as she peeled back my foreskin and was about to take my cock into her mouth.

It was a long time coming out, but once I started, it came out like verbal diarrhoea. 

"Last night, when we came back to the room, we had a drink, remember?" Alice nodded in answer. "You fell asleep on the bed, Martin dosed off too and me and Steve talk awhile. Eventually, we talked about women and sex," Alice looked quizzical at me. I knew she knew what was coming; that female intuition that keeps getting me in trouble was about to switch on again. "Well, Steve started boasting, you know how these Americans can be, about the size of his cock. He pulled it out of his trousers; and it was big. After a while, we were still talking, he stood and walked over to you. You were on your back now and breathing slowly and deeply. You looked so inviting. Anyway, he pulled your panties to one side and pushed his cock into you. He fucked you Alice, he fucked you, and I let him!"

I waited for the wrath, but it didn't come. There was silence once again.

"Was he good? I mean, did he fuck me good?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I nodded, not wanting to make Alice feel bad in any way, thinking that even when she was asleep, she was enough to turn any man on.

"He couldn't get enough of you. He fucked you long and hard baby." I wasn't sure of I was saying the right things, but I certainly wasn't getting the reaction I expected.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" Alice asked.

"No way babe, no way," I hugged and we kissed. My cock began to come to life. Alice reached down and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, pulling aside her panties. I had visions bursting through my mind of Steve's cock inside Alice.

"Fuck me like he fucked me last night," Alice demanded. So I did. Slow, hard strokes, then, as I was about to cum, I pulled out and sprayed my semen over her pussy lips, then pushed my cock back inside to empty the remains of my ejaculation.

I fell asleep in Alice's arms, my head resting on her breast.

Friends you meet

I awoke to the sound of the metallic click of the door latch. I raised my arm to check my watch; it was 1:48pm. I took a cool shower and slipped into fresh shorts. There was a note on the desk: 'I'm at the lagoon pool. I checked in on you, but you were sound asleep, so, I've had some lunch, come back to the room and you were still sleeping, so I've slipped out for some sun. See you when you wake up. Luv, Alice xxx'

I slipped on my sandals, picked up my sunglasses and made my way to the lagoon. I found Alice sitting at the poolside, talking to a couple that were from a town near where we lived.

"Hi babe, nice to see you're awake," Alice smiled. "This is Joan and Alan, from Upton."

"Small world," I said as I lifted my hand in a gestured waving motion, "pleased to meet you."

We talked awhile, mainly about the weather, Mexico, and the little places back home that we had in common. Throughout the conversation, I couldn't help but notice two things. Joan was exceptionally beautiful lady, but overweight, perhaps thirty pounds or so overweight. But her face, hair and extremely large breasts made up for her roundness. If she was in her thirties, I would have been surprised. I placed her in her late twenties.

Alan was a good-looking chap, perhaps mid to late fifties. He was in good shape and throughout our conversation, he couldn't keep his eyes off Alice; scanning every part of her as she sat on the edge of the pool, except her feet – they were soaking in the pool.

"You must be hungry babe," Alice stated a question. I nodded yes. "Let's take you to that grill at the far end of the hotel complex, they serve food all day there." Alice stood, took my arm and escorted me to the grill, waving goodbye to Joan and Alan.

"Nice to have met you," I called out as I was almost frog-marched away.

"What's up?" I asked Alice when we were out of sight.

"They are swingers," she explained, "they thought I was alone on holiday because I was on my own at the poolside all morning. Just before you arrived, Alan asked if I'd like to join them for some drinks and fun in their room."

I stopped in my tracks and looked straight at Alice, questioning her in my silent stare.

"I said no of course," she answered.

"How do you know they were swingers?" I asked as I gulfed down a hamburger, not realising I was so hungry.

"Neither of them could keep their eyes off me. I was beginning to feel intimidated," Alice explained. "It was only when I saw you approach from the other side of the pool, and I mentioned that who you were, did they change the subject."

The thought was intriguing me, and Alice was reading my mind again. She quickly changed the subject and we discussed postcards, flowers, music and volleyball (there was a game in play across from the grill).

Sometime later, we returned to our sun lounges that Alice has reserved with our beach towels. We had a few soft drink, our heads were still a little tender, and Alice read her magazine.

"Hmm, swingers eh? I know just the people they should meet up with."

"Now what are you on about?" Alice looked up from her mag.

"Nothing, nothing," I replied with a grin on my face.

It was late in the afternoon when I saw Martin stroll towards the poolside bar. I attracted his attention with a wave and he stopped by. He told us about their great day's snorkelling and about a couple of local girls they had arranged to meet tomorrow night.

'I'll have to work fast,' I thought. "Listen, we met a couple earlier today that you might like to meet," I lied. Martin's head lifted slightly as I took hold of his full attention. I stood and strolled with Martin to meet up with Steve at the bar. I explained that there was an English couple that needed a little spice in their love life and that I thought they were just the right people to help out. I thought my tale would have been a little cryptic for Martin, but Steve had obviously told him about what he'd missed the night before. I hatched my plan and the boys were more than happy to play along.

I left the boys and found Alan and Joan. Luckily, they were just where we had left them. I asked them straight out if they were on holiday for something more than sun and sand. Alan had no problem in answering me straight out. I fed them the other half of my plan.

I returned to Alice who had just put down her magazine. "What are you up to now?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

It was 9:45pm and Alan and Joan were sat at the bar. Across the pool, Steve and Martin were making their way to meet Alan and Joan. Alice was attached to my arm looking a million dollars as usual. We intercepted the lads and escorted them to meet our mutual friends. Introductions followed by a couple of rounds of beers. Steve slipped me his spare room key and Alice and I made our excuses and left.

"I'm not hiding in there," protested Alice. The wardrobe was small, but cosy. In the darkened room, you couldn't see that the wardrobe doors were slightly ajar. Alice and I made ourselves comfortable and waited. I was sitting on a suitcase with Alice on my knee; we were both praying that the case was strong enough to our combined weight – it was. I teased her nipples to pass the time; they were hard under her silk blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her stretch denims were tight and I could feel the crease of her pussy when I ran a finger down her crotch.

"Stop it," she giggled. Then, "You don't half get us into some ridiculous situations," she added.

"Well, you wanted to be a voyeur," I quipped, "and here's our chance. Another fantasy under our belts." I wasn't sure Alice wanted to hear that, but she squeezed my hand as I rubbed her crease and the words come out, "and perhaps you'll see exactly what Steve did to you last night."

We were engrossed in a passionate kiss, my fingers teasing her nipples, when the door opened and the foursome entered the room.

Martin rushed to rustle up drinks for their guests. There was some small talk, most of it between Steve and Alan. It wasn't long before Steve sat next to Joan, Alan the other side; Martin watched his friend assist Joan out of her dress. Alan unclasped her bra and let her huge breasts flop free onto her large stomach. Moments later everyone was naked. Martin joined the threesome and was immediately in receipt of a blowjob with Joan sucking hard on his cock. Steve fondled and sucked on Joan's nipples whilst Alan played with her pussy, lubing it up with a mixture of saliva and Joan's juices. The room was full of moans from Joan as we let the three have their way with her.

"Did you do that to me?" Alice asked.

"No babe," I whispered, "keep your voice down, they'll hear us."

Alan got up off the bed and sat on a chair, watching as his wife received full attention from the two Americans. Steve's mouth had now replaced Alan's fingers in her pussy, her legs spreading to allow better access. Martin closed his eyes as Joan administered a deep-throated blowjob. It was difficult to see much detail at the head of the bed where Martin was kneeling over Joan's head. At the foot of the bed though, the light from a single lamp that cast a shadow over the wardrobe doors also illuminated Joan's pussy, although Steve's head rising and falling as his tongue probed her pussy obscured most of it.

Alice squirmed a little; I wasn't sure if she was trying to get a little more comfortable or just trying to put a little pressure on her clitoris. I helped out by pressing my hand on her denim-covered groin.

After some time, Steve got up onto his knees and positioned himself between Joan's legs, ready to penetrate he with his fat cock.

"Gosh, he has got a fat cock," Alice whispered. "I wish I'd stayed awake last night so I could have appreciated it." It was then I felt more at ease, the guilt I'd been feeling through the day finally melting away. I kissed her cheek as she peered through the door.

Joan's moans became more prominent, filling the room with sound of fucking. Each thrust of Steve's cock was echoed with an ooh or arrgh. Martin's cock must have been reverberating like a vibrator in Joan's mouth.

"Shit," cried Martin, "I'm cumming!" He spasmed as he ejaculated into Joan's mouth; she groaned louder as she swallowed every drop of semen. Martin's cock softened a little as he fell back off his haunches and relaxed a little in the glowing embers of his orgasm.

Steve had Joan to him self now.

"Fuck me hard," she demanded, "fuck me deeper!" Steve satisfied her demands, his thick cock pumping deep into her pussy.

Martin's cock was beginning to make a quick recovery as Joan teased his balls with her fingertips. He quickly placed it in her mouth again for second helpings.

Alan was just out of our view, but his shadow cast on the wall, and I could see he was slowly pulling on his cock.

"This is turning me on something awful," whispered Alice in my ear. I opened her blouse and touched her hardened nipples, tweaking and pulling on them. She rubbed her hand on my crotch, my cock straining for release. But we couldn't move any, stuck inside a large wooden box.

"Aarrrgh," cried Steve as he pulled out his cock and fired streams of semen over Joan's belly. She took hold of his cock and pushed it back inside her.

"Don't stop," she moaned, "don't stop."

Steve stood and gestured Martin to take his place. He did, quickly pushing his modest seven inches or so deep into Joan's dark opening. She groaned as she reached orgasm.

"Fuck her man, fuck her," demanded Alan. "Give it to her, do her ass."

Martin pull out and placed his soaking cock over Joan's back passage, applying pressure. Joan took hold of his cock and help him penetrate her anus. Initial resistance gave way and his cock buried itself deep into Joan's ass; Martin's balls slapping against her cheeks.

Joan's moans increased in both intensity and volume. "I want another cock," she demanded. Alan stood and walked over to the bed. Alice's hand squeezed my hardness when she saw Alan's weapon. It was long and thin, with a kink three-quarters of the way down its length.

Joan pushed Martin onto his back; she straddled him, and then lowered herself onto his cock. Alan knelt behind his wife and offered up his cock. It slipped into her anus with ease. Both men pumped their cocks in unison as Joan reached another extreme climax that made her shudder.

Alice had managed to release my cock and was slowly peeling back the foreskin, pre-cum wetting her palm; she smeared it over my shaft without taking her eyes off the action on the bed. I could feel myself cumming within a dozen strokes. My semen covered Alice's hand as she massaged the fluid all over my cock, only stopping to raise her hand to her mouth to taste my cum.

On the bed, Martin had unloaded another ejaculation, this time, depositing it inside Joan. Alan was quick to follow, releasing his fluid inside Joan's ass.

The three slowly recovered, rising up off the bed; Alan, Joan and then finally Martin. Steve had poured some drinks and handed them out. The group talked about meeting again tomorrow evening after dinner for a 'quickie' before hitting the nightclubs. Alan was taking Joan to a little known club that was known only by the locals and the odd tourist. It had a reputation for 'anything goes'. "If you guys fancy tagging along, we love to have your company," Joan added.

They wiped them selves in a couple of towels before dressing. Alan and Joan finally left and not a moment too soon – my right leg felt like it was about to drop off and I was beginning to feel the onset of cramp in my left.

Out of the closet

We crawled out of the wardrobe almost falling to the floor trying to stand up straight. We had been in the wardrobe for over an hour. My cock was semi-erect and sticky after Alice's hand job.

"Here's a towel," Steve said as he tossed the used towel to me.

Alice was slightly embarrassed, although I don't know why now, and she acted a little shy, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, not realising her blouse buttons were still open and we all had a good view of her cleavage.

Martin and Steve were still naked, sporting semi-erections. Martin began rubbing his cock, thinking that perhaps Alice would help him out. Steve smiled at Martin, reading his mind.

I know that when you're on holiday, you tend to go the extra mile, but what came from my angel's mouth next must have originated from a little devil inside her: "I've never had a cock in my ass!"

I couldn't what I was hearing. Until the summer and the beach fun, Alice had only taken my cock, and a twelve-month before that, she would never have dreamt about taking Jeff's cock neither. A few months on, and a fucking she took whilst unconscious, and she had turned from a sexy little minx to a dirty fucking whore. I didn't know what to think or feel. I wanted everything to happen, but with the same token, I wanted to keep my wife to myself. Watching Joan taking three cocks had switched something on in Alice's mind; and she wasn't going to go without.

Alice stood and turned her back to us. She let her denims and panties drop to the floor. Kneeling on the chair, she offered her ass to us, "Who's first?"

It was mt wife's virgin ass, so it was me who was going to defile it first. I stood behind her and slowly teased my cock, running the head along the length of her slit and pressing against her clitoris. Alice moaned; her juices flowed like a running tap. I used her wetness to lubricate my cock before I pressed it against her tight ass hole. I applied pressure, but resistance from her ass was difficult to overcome. Alice reached behind and grasped my shaft, assisting my entrance. Slowly pushing forward, I entered her passage with a sudden release of surrender. My cock penetrated deep into her ass; Alice groaned as I plunged deeper and deeper. I was soon fully engulfed. I paused, allowing Alice to get used to my presence in her most private place.

I began pumping my cock in and out of her ass; slowly at first but ramping up in pace as I felt my semen rise from my balls. I was embarrassingly quick in cumming. I emptied my sack inside Alice's ass before she had reached her first orgasm.

I pulled out, her anus slow to close allowing my semen to run free down her thigh.

"I'll use some of that for lube," Martin said as he traced his cock up Alice's thigh, collecting my semen on his shaft and spreading it over its entire length with his right hand. He placed his cock at Alice's rosette and entered with little resistance. He rammed his cock home, taking Alice's breath away in the process.

"That feels so good," she panted as Martin's pace intensified. He fucked my wife in the ass for another five or six minutes, bringing Alice to three orgasms before he announced that he was cumming.

Alice screamed as she felt his cock pulse, ejecting its seed deep inside. She was in a trance now; her body shuddered in one constant climax as Martin's cock softened inside her. He slowly withdrew, leaving her ass open for Steve to fill with his fat cock. Alice groaned as Steve pressed home, spreading her ass wider than both Martin and I. Alice was now receiving consecutive climaxes, one after another ripped through her, keeping her in a state of sexual pleasure that could only be compared with an addict's heroine hit.

Steve's full length pumped in and out. He slapped her buttocks, heightening Alice's senses even further. Semen, pussy juice and sweat flowed down her inner thighs forming a large damp stain at her knees. The room was full of the odour of sex. I could smell the mixture of pussy, semen and sweat, all loaded with pheromones that added to the excitement.




Thank You, Literotica



Thank you, you backroom folk of Literotica, for operating a 21st Century vehicle for writers, allowing them to symbolically and creatively thrust a lubricated digit (I'm thinking finger)into minds to gratify readers.

Bloody brilliant!

I joined Literotica on 02/14/05 and hit my 50th contribution on 02/25/05.

I bear a suspicion that many hoary Old Fathers in the past (their successors continue to exist) who attempted to suppress sexually oriented text and graphics were simply miserable old farts out to keep such material for their personal benefit or else selfishly wanted their view of the world to dominate. 

The idea that civilization as we know it would crumble simply because of publication of some poor guy's penis, like a dry tongue hanging out, spreading the dripping labia of a comely wench yearning for 100 electronic-like orgasms, is preposterous. 

And I'm sure that other Lit readers will share that view, though perhaps some would want to modify that figure of 100.

Early in life I discovered that masturbation did not make me go blind (though today, aged 68, I do wear glasses). 

Later I couldn't understand why it was almost socially acceptable to fuck under the trees but definitely not out in the open on the grass. Silly me, for a while I though it was to preserve the grass from the organic soaking of cum and pussy juices with the wrong pH level and possible cross contamination with microbial agents. 

Much later in life as a print media journalist I found blue pen markings were fouling my pristine contributions of my concept of brilliant writing – the editing blue pen markings being to cull 'unacceptable sexual references or connotations.'

Damn. My genius (my opinion only) was being stifled.

Very much later in life (after retirement in fact) I stumbled across Literotica and walked around for almost a month sporting a perpetual erection. 

Some of you guys and gals are brilliant in your writing. 

I also was in awe that here were some folk, very much in the background it seems, who dared to publish 'filth', 'works of Satan' and other 'it-shouldn't-be-allowed' stuff. Critics mouthing tags like that probably have never had a decent fuck in their life, or understand how a licentious thought can stroke the mind like velvet.

So I registered as a member, punched out some 'filth' and had it posted on the website. 

Fired up, I virtually close down my other literary life (writing novels for my amusement) and began writing exclusively for Lit. 

I cheerfully admit some of the fifty submissions are rather crappy but to my astonishment I appear to be writing with greater flair and my characters, though still rather thin, are beginning to assume better identities.

I went to a book club presentation near my home (Auckland, New Zealand) and the speaker interviewed in the chat presentation was Brit super-novelist Penny Vincenzi. She left me with three gems: 

She begins her novel after fixing the theme "by meeting the characters."

Then she "lets the characters take over." 

This personable author, who's written a dozen best-sellers, admits, "Each one is harder to write than its predecessor."

Well, I have found writing for Lit and focusing on a single topic – SEX (though there are several sub-branches to wander down), has made me FOCUS and to try to be original. The discipline has been good for the soul.

Many of Lit contributors are gifted writers. When you are reading something that holds you spellbound, that's when you know you're in the hands of a gifted, creative story-teller. 

I love it when I'm gripped within a story: the guy has dark thinning hair instead of being curly blond, and his penis is nearer six inches instead of twelve inches – and she is a little thin instead of being incredible curvaceous and her pussy is somewhat hairy and seems reluctant to grant admission. 

Then after the fuck perhaps extending over a couple of hours the couple stay together and talk and pet – great: not a line of bullshit in sight and yet it holds my attention. 

I'm thinking now of responding to the challenge and writing about a guy with a 2in dick and the woman is absolutely flat chested and it's a struggle to find her pussy.

Moving on, what has appalled me is the incredibly rude and arrogant comment of some tiny-brained (I guess) folk posting their comments; these must be the type of people our mothers warned us about when we were kids.

Conversely, I've come to enjoy those people who write (usually directly by email) who communicate like pleasant and intelligent people. For example: "XXXXX moved me, though it could have been better edited. The fucking was terribly erotic but may I point out you are rather astray in your precise location of the hymen." 

People like that are ever so helpful and their generous encouragement keeps me pounding the keyboard.

Oh dear, being so casual about a piece of female anatomy floored me because it endangered my credibility as a writer of sex fiction. So I spent hours surfing to find out how everything worked and where it was placed until I felt competent enough to carry out real-life surgery on the uterus. 

Truly, I really got my head inside the subject, figuratively speaking, and now have a little gallery of tighly cropped graphics of the most amazing range of vulvas. 

Ignorant me, while I was aware they could be different (and are) I really had no idea just how different. 

Readers will be aware that some commentators declare that all cocks and all cunts are not things of beauty. Well I won't arrogantly chastise those critics for being blinkered or lacking in artistic appreciation. 

Instead, I say this: I am aware that a big gaping pink and juicy hole surrounded by hair looking like barbwire is a rather formidable object to someone only familiar with small and ever so hygienic shaven slits. But be not deterred; accept that the big, hairy gaper will be a thing of beauty to someone. 

I expect females (some males also) have similar things to say about penile differences - that dicks come in all shapes and sizes and some even are crafted to do the job around corners (the hook. Remember also this probably is where the term 'spotty dick' originated.

Incredibly, though my exhaustive research of the vulva to protect credibility and above all to allow me to write accurately, I have found a number of photographed vulvas that truly are objects of beauty.

It's taken me sixty-eight years to find this truth, and for that I must thank Literotica and one particular reader who encouraged me to become better informed about feminine anatomy.

EgmontGrigor