10 comments/ 170913 views/ 15 favorites College Men's Room By: scentto I was 24 years old when I got out of the military and enrolled in college back in the mid 1970s. As a married man with one child, I felt I needed to get my education to get ahead in the world. After a couple of weeks on the campus of a large southwestern university, I discovered something that would change my behavior for the next four years . . . glory holes in the men's restrooms. I was exploring the second floor of the student union one morning about 10 o'clock. The entire floor was virtually deserted and since I had to take a leak, I found a men's room tucked away in a far corner of the building. It was a large restroom, with about ten stalls on one side of the room opposite a row of sinks and mirrors. Right next to the first stall was four urinals attached to the wall, side by side. I stepped up to the urinal closest to the first stall, under which I was able to see someone's lower legs and shoes with their pants and underwear pulled down around his ankles. As I unzipped and pulled my penis out to take aim into the urinal, I noticed that a small dime-sized hole had been drilled through the marble petition of the toilet stall directly to my right, about 18 inches away, and level with my groin area. As I started to urinate, I kept my eye on that hole and noticed that the light, that had been reflecting through, suddenly was blocked off. Whoever was on the other side of the partition was peeking through that hole and watching me urinate. Well, I have to admit, I found the thought of another man watching me pee rather erotic, and my penis began to swell in response to my imagination as I finished urinating. As I squeezed the last few drops from my bladder, I gave my lengthening shaft a shake, as if to knock off any remaining drops of urine. I did this about a half dozen times, until I was almost completely erect. Finally, I was done, but I stood there mesmerized by the situation. My penis continued to swell toward a full erection as I realized I was very much sexually aroused by the thought that a complete stranger, another man, was interested in my most private parts. I don't know what hidden feelings took over in me, but when I realized that we were alone in the restroom, I decided to start masturbating myself, right there in front of this stranger. I was so excited about the whole situation, and it felt so good, it didn't take long. Within about thirty seconds, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build deep within my loins, as I rapidly approached the point of no return. As I continued to stroke my stiff erection, fully exposed to the hidden view of a strange man, I fantasized that he was stroking his own stiff penis and feeling the same good feeling as I was. Just then I felt my orgasm take over, so I gave in to the pleasure and began to ejaculate uncontrollably, three or four thick ropes of sperm, into the urinal. Once the thrill of my orgasm subsided, I quickly shook off the remaining drops of semen and zipped up and headed out the door. The rest of the day I couldn't help but continue to fantasize about those exciting few minutes I had experienced in the men's room. And the thought that the other man was probably masturbating as he watched me, made it all the more exciting. I was a happily married and very much enjoyed sex with my wife, but this was a pleasant new experience that seemed innocent enough, and I wanted to try it again. The next morning, I headed back to that same men's room in anticipation of another masturbation session. When I entered the restroom, I realized it was empty. Slightly disappointed, I decided to enter the first stall and sit down to see if I could peek at someone peeing into the urinals. As I dropped my pants to the floor and sat down on the commode, I noticed there was another hole, about the size of a nickel, drilled through the partition to my left. I leaned over and peeked through and saw that I had a perfect view of the toilet seat in the next stall, as well as the urinals to my right. For the next ten minutes I sat fondling my flaccid penis, and was about to give up and leave, when I heard the outer door to the restroom open. I peeked through the hole and soon saw a man step up to the urinal and began to unzip. Sure enough, I had a perfect view as he pulled his plump penis and full scrotal sac into view and began to urinate. His member was not very long, but it was quite chubby, and I could detect quite a pubic bush surrounding his private parts. He began urinating with his hands on his hips, which gave me an unobstructed view of his uncircumcised penis. After a few seconds, he grasp his penis with his left hand and pulled the skin back, seeming to take special pleasure in aiming his flow of urine into each quadrant of the urinal. This gave me an even clearer view of his nice penis as he stretched it this way and that. I also noticed that as he did so, his shaft began to elongate slightly, as mine had done the day before. The thought that he too was becoming aroused as I peeked at him caused me to develop a full erection, which I continued to fondle. Just as he was finishing up, I heard the outer door open again. The stranger at the urinal quickly stuffed his half erect penis back into is pants, zipped up, and left. As I peeked through the hole, expecting someone else to step up to the urinal, I was surprised that a man entered the stall to my left. I sat back up, and peered under the stall to see him set his briefcase on the floor, then drop his pants down around his ankles. I figured that was a sign that he was interested in fooling around. I began to fondle my erection as I leaned over to my left and peeked through the glory hole as my strange neighbor sat down on the toilet seat. He must have been a rather large man, because he had some very thick thighs, covered with a light wisp of reddish brown hair. He also appeared to have a large stomach. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a tie. He sat there quietly for a few moments, his hand between his thighs, slowly moving it back and forth, as if he was playing with himself. I sat back, pulled up my own shirt and adjusted myself so that my erection stood tall and straight as I slowly stroked it with my right hand. With anticipation I watched the hole, which soon darkened, as the stranger bent over and peered through into my stall. I was very excited that this stranger wanted to peek into my stall to spy out my nakedness. I gently fondled my throbbing erection, making sure he could see all six inches of its fullness and swollen glory. Pre-seminal fluid began to leak profusely from the deep urinal slit on the perfectly circumcised plumb-sized head of my penis. After a few minutes of displaying my erection to this stranger, I saw the light reappear in the peephole, so I leaned over to look. I was greeted by the sight of his massive erection, standing tall between his thighs. This stranger clearly had the largest penis I had ever seen in person. It was a good seven or eight inches long, similar to the shape of a cucumber, and as thick as my wrist. He was stroking it slowly, up and down, and rubbing his pre-seminal fluid all over the widely flared glans with his thumb. Just then, I glanced down and saw him handing me a piece of paper under the stall. I reached down and took it from him and leaned back as I opened it up and read the words, "Hi. You have a very attractive cock. May I touch it?" I took out my pen and, with my hands shaking with excitement, I scribbled the word, "Yes!" and handed it back to him. I could hardly believe how fast things were progressing, but I lusted after this magnificent sausage-length member I had just discovered. I was not sure what was going to happen next, but my friend soon showed me what to do. With his pants and underwear around his ankles, he got down on his knees and slid both thighs under the partition, exposing his rigid erection and low hanging scrotal sac to my view. His thighs were gapped open as my lust took over. I quickly got down on my own knees and slid my right thigh between his, placing my own balls and stiff penis as close to his own as possible. The feeling of his soft hairy thigh rubbing against my own thighs, balls and erection, as I slid forward, was heavenly. We then began to fondle each other. It was so exciting, as I grasp his thick, fully erect shaft with my right hand and cupped his egg-sized balls with my left. He was so large. I was thrilled with the size and weight of his throbbing rod and egg-sized balls in my hands, and pleased that he was so sexually aroused by my own stiff erection. I rubbed the copious amounts of pre seminal fluid, that oozed from the head of his penis, all over his widely flared glans with my thumb. It glistened under the overhead lights of the restroom and slipped easily between my fingers as I continued to rub him. I guess the thought that we were doing this in a public restroom added even more to the thrill. Soon we began to mutually masturbate each other and I could hear him begin to gasp and breath very deep and rhythmically. He whispered, "Do you want to suck my penis?" I suddenly realized that yes I did, very much, want to suck his magnificent piece of flesh. I quickly adjusted myself onto my hands and knees and bent over to get a very close look at what I was about to suck into my mouth. The red swollen glans of his penis was slightly wider than his thick shaft. The skin of his shaft was smooth and unblemished, and revealed several bulging veins running up and down its length. The head of his penis was very clean looking and perfectly circumcised, just like my own. His penis suddenly became very attractive to my lust filled gaze as I lowered my mouth and slid the shiny head of his member past my pursed lips. His skin had a slightly salty taste, but otherwise I found it a very pleasant experience. I breathed deeply through my nostrils as his penis completely filled my mouth, and his musky sex-scent, emanating from his thick tangled pubic bush, filled the air as I started to masturbate him into my mouth. I could hear him begin to groan and his heavy balls began to retract and bunch up in my hand, in anticipation of his approaching orgasm. I suddenly realized that I must decide what to do about his sperm, when he started to ejaculate. I decided I wanted to swallow it, but I wanted him to tell me when he was going to cum so I could prepare myself, mentally. This was something I had never done before. I pulled him from my mouth with a plopping sound and hoarsely whispered to him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but to tell me when he was ready to have his orgasm. He whispered back, "OK." I sucked him hungrily back into my mouth and continued to masturbate him as I gently tugged on his heavy balls, which were continuing to tighten up. Soon he whispered, "I'm cumming." I readied myself and continued to stroke his shaft into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his warm sperm begin to fill my mouth, so I started to swallow, quickly, to keep it from spilling out onto the floor. He grunted and thrust his hips upward slightly, three or four times, as he ejaculated each thick load of semen into my mouth. I found the taste of his sperm to be pleasant enough, and I was very pleased with myself that I was able to bring such pleasure to a strange man. When his ejaculations subsided, I continued to nurse on his thick penis for the next few minutes, making sure I licked up every drop of his salty semen. The feeling of his soft erection in my mouth, as he started to deflate slightly, was almost intoxicating. Finally, he gently pulled his swollen shaft from my lips with a sucking plopping sound, and I readjusted myself to a kneeling position. He motioned with his hands for me to slide my stiff erection back between his legs. I obliged him in hopes that he would still be interested enough to masturbate me to orgasm. I was not to be disappointed. He reached out and began to gently masturbate me. His warm soft hands felt so good on my shaft as I sat back and enjoyed the moment. He fondled my tight scrotal sac as he rhythmically flicked his wrist up and down bringing me toward a satisfying climax. Soon I groaned that I was ready to cum. "Go ahead," he urged me as he continued his quick, steady manipulations of my penis until my orgasm took over and I could hold back no longer. I allowed myself to relax and released my load into his hand, shooting several long ropes of semen across his thighs and fingers. Soon I was completely spent, and we both took handfuls of tissue to clean ourselves. I also was careful to wipe up several thick globs of my sperm which had fallen to the floor. College Men's Room Ch. 2 After discovery that upstairs restroom in the student union, I found another smaller restroom in the basement which turned out to be another good spot to look for some action. It had four stalls and two urinals. One morning, I decided to take advantage of the peep holes and see where it would lead. This particular men's room was rarely used, and therefore afforded the most privacy should anyone else show up to participate with me. When I entered the empty restroom I decided to sit in the first stall. It had two peep holes, one looking into the toilet stall to my right, and the other affording me a clear view of the two urinals mounted on the wall to my left. This way, I would have the best chance to see some naked skin, even if it was someone just taking a leak. I sat down and dropped my pants and underwear around my ankles. This way anyone entering the restroom could look under the stall and see I was sitting there, naked from the waist down. After sitting alone for about 20 minutes, I decided no one was going to show. I didn't feel like masturbating alone, so I decided to leave. Just then, I heard the outer door to the restroom open. I settled back and leaned over to peek through the hole to my left to see who was entering. A neatly dressed black gentleman pushed open the inner restroom door and turned toward the urinals. He looked to be in his 50s, with slightly graying hair, and was wearing dark green polyester slacks and a brown tweed sport coat with a white, open collared dress shirt. I was now quite curious as to what I might see as this portly black gentleman stepped up to the urinal closest to me. With my eye glued to the tiny peephole, I waited in silent anticipation, slowly fondling my growing erection. I would not be disappointed. The heavyset black gentleman was standing no more than 18 inches from the peep hole, and I had a perfectly clear view of his groin area. After he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, he hooked his left thumb inside the waistband of his underwear, pulled them down, and reached inside with his right hand and pulled his penis and scrotal sac into view. He placed the elastic waistband of his briefs under his low hanging balls which served to lift them up and out slightly. He then moved his left hand to the inside of his coat flap and pulled it back, pinning it against his left hip. This gave me an unobstructed view of his long thick penis, surrounded with a dark, tightly tangled mass of pubic hair. He grasp the thick shaft of his flaccid penis with his right hand and lifted and shook it to its full length, then began urinating heavily into the urinal. My own penis was now beginning to rise to a full erection and I started to slowly stroke it between my thumb and fingers as I sat mesmerized by the erotic sight which was unfolding before me. As he urinated he continued to lift his shaft, pulling the circumcised skin back from his widely flared, plumb sized glans, while directing the golden stream of urine in circles in the bowl. I began to think he was purposely putting on an exhibition for me because I could now detect his penis starting to straighten out and elongate as his urine dribbled to a stop. As he shook the last drops of urine from the deep slit of his widely flared glans, his thick shaft continued to stiffen into an erection. I could clearly see the prominent veins puffed out at the base of his thick shaft. As he fingered his scrotal sac, he occasionally paused to give his elongated shaft a few strokes, as if he was going to masturbate himself. I quickened my own movements as I silently peered through the hole, totally absorbed with this black gentleman and his obvious sexual arousal. My own penis was now totally engorged and swollen with lust as I began to masturbate in earnest. Just then he began to stuff the object of my affection back into his underwear, and down his pants leg, zipping up and buckling his belt. I was somewhat disappointed as he turned to the sink and I lost sight of him. Nevertheless, I continued to masturbate myself, fantasizing about the black gentleman who had just willingly exposed his most private parts to my gratiating eyes. I heard the water turn on at the sink as I leaned back, my legs fully gapped open, and grasped my thick swollen shaft and began to rapidly masturbate myself. The steady rhythm of skin slapping against naked skin produced a distinct sound as I brought myself toward orgasm, desperately wanting to cum before this black gentleman departed out of my life, perhaps forever. As the familiar feeling of my orgasm began to build, deep within my bowels, my eyes glazed over and my breathing became labored. The steady slapping sound of my hand against the turgid flesh of my naked scrotal sac filled the now silent restroom. I had not heard the sound of the water being shutoff, but I did realize the black gentleman was now standing silent, listening, and obviously aware of what I was doing inside the privacy of my stall. I didn't really care if he knew what I was doing, because he had to know it was he who had caused me to become so aroused. I now just wanted to consummate our brief affair with orgasmic pleasure before he left the restroom. Suddenly, the door to my stall opened inward and there stood the black gentleman, looking down at me. The first thought in my mind was how I could have forgotten to lock the door. I was slightly embarrassed that he had caught me in such a compromising position. My legs were gapped open, my pants and underwear down around my ankles, and my swollen red shaft was jutting straight upward, in an obvious state of sexual arousal. I knew it was useless to try and cover my nakedness, so I just leaned forward slightly and looked up at him. He ask me if he could borrow some toilet tissue since there were no paper towels to dry his hands. As I began to unroll a handful of tissue, I glanced down at my still swollen, but now falling erection and realized I really didn't care if he was looking at my nakedness. As a matter of fact, I now began to enjoy the compromising situation I was in. I handed the tissue to him and he stood there and wiped his hands. Just then he stepped inside the stall and shut the door behind him. I realized now what it was that we both wanted. He stood directly in front of me as I reached out and began to squeeze his thick penis through the thin material of his slacks. His long member ran down the inside of his left leg, and immediately began to swell and stiffen, causing a distinct bulge in his pants leg. I continued to run my hand up and down his long shaft, shivering with excitement as my own penis began to throb and rise in full erection. He quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers and underwear, pulling them down around his knees. His penis sprang straight out in its full glory as he grasp it in his right hand and rubbed his swollen purple glans against my lips, enticing me to suck him into my mouth. I had never seen a penis this thick and long in person. It must have been a full eight inches in length and as thick as my wrist. I honestly didn't think I could get it into my mouth as I reached out and grasp his thick shaft and began licking the wide and swollen knob, running my tongue along the deeply recessed urinal slit. He was oozing copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid which I greedily lapped up with my tongue, swirling the sweet nectar around in my mouth, savoring its slightly salty taste. As I opened my mouth and sucked his large knob past my soft wet lips, I began to pump the base of his shaft, in effect masturbating him inside my mouth. He groaned with pleasure and reached out with both hands and pulled my head toward him as his plump ass began to move back and forth in rhythm to the movements of my hand as I pumped his shaft. His heavy, low hanging balls swayed back and forth in rhythm with his ass. As I masturbated him with my right hand, I reached between his thick thighs with my left and began to fondle his low hanging scrotal sac. I gently tweaked and tugged on his balls, sensing his pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy. I decided then and there I wanted him to cum inside my mouth, and I was going to swallow his load. I briefly allowed his plump knob to plop from my lips as I looked up at him and whispered that I wanted him to cum in my mouth, and to tell me when he was ready. He nodded OK as I slipped his oversized penis back into my mouth and continued to suck and lick his glistening flesh. I breathed deeply of his musky scent with widely flared nostrils as he grasped my head once again and pressed his hard shaft deeply into my mouth. I could feel the soft swollen head of his penis pressing against the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. I released my grasp on his shaft and decided to pleasure his ass as he continued to saw his massive erection in and out of my mouth. With both hands I reached behind him and squeezed the quivering flesh of his full ass cheeks, pulling them apart and allowing my fingers to run up and down the deep recesses of his back side, pausing to press against his tight sphincter muscle, which guarded access to his dark hairy nether hole. He moaned that he was ready to cum as I pressed the middle finger of my right hand into his ass hole, up to the second knuckle. I tweaked his prostate as I prepared to swallow his load which was now ready to leap from his swollen shaft. With a grunt and a moaned he sighed that he was cumming. He grasp my head and drove his shaft as deeply as possible into my mouth. I felt his warm sperm begin to fill my mouth and I swallowed his creamy gism. He continued to ejaculate heavily inside my warm mouth as I pulled his ass tightly toward me, burying my face in his dark tangled pubic bush, breathing deeply of his unique musky scent, his balls resting against my chin. After several orgasmic spasms, his knees buckled slightly as he released my head from his grasp. He allowed me to continue to suck and nurse on his swollen, but now somewhat deflated member. I simply could not get enough of this magnificent piece of smooth naked flesh. Finally, after several minutes of sucking and licking, he gently pulled his now flaccid member from my lips with a plopping sound and stuffed it back inside his trousers and zipped up. He smiled down at me and whispered that he had really enjoyed meeting me. As he turned to exit the stall, he handed me a card with a phone number on it and said for me to call him later that afternoon and we would have a few cold beers. With that, he turned and left and I heard the door to the restroom open and he was gone. College Men's Room Ch. 3 After he left, I quickly masturbated myself to a satisfying orgasm then cleaned up and left the restroom. It was hard to believe what I had just done, but the situation had seemed so right at the time. After all, as a 25 year-old married man, I was still used to having four or five orgasms per day, including performing my normal marital obligations. I had to face the facts . . . I just could not get enough sex. But this situation -- alone in a deserted restroom, with basically zero chance of getting caught -- and I had just sucked the most magnificent black penis I have ever seen, and brought orgasmic delight to a man twice my age. I still could not get over how much I lusted for his thick hose-length member. The only decision I had to make now was whether to call him this afternoon. Later that day I ended up at a local bar, sipping on my second ice cold beer. I was now completely recovered from my morning orgasm, and hornier than ever. As I fingered the business card in my pocket, I decided to give him a call. There were other things I lusted after with this very mature gentleman, and there was only one way to proceed. As I dropped a dime into the pay phone I wondered what I would say. Just then, a woman answered the phone. I stumbled around for a brief moment before finally looking at the card again to make sure I knew whom I was calling. "Uuh ... is James there, please." I said, seeming to choke on my words. With some sort of nice foreign accent, the lady then ask who was calling. I explained I was a friend who had just met James that morning at the university. "Oh, yes," she said. "James told me that you might be calling. He's not here right now, but I'm Krishna his wife, and you are invited to come over and wait for him." Not sure what to do, I decided to take her up on the offer, and after securing directions to her house, I left the bar and walked to my car. The summer heat seemed oppressive in comparison to the air-conditioned lounge, and the bright sunshine almost blinded me. Nevertheless, I had a nice buzz going as I drove to the address she had given me. I wondered what I would do or say when I arrived. As I pulled up I noticed their house was a neat, white-framed cottage, with a separate garage in back. I pulled into the driveway and drove to the back of the house and parked. As I got out, I heard that same foreign sounding voice, from the back door, calling for me to come on in. Krishna was a dark skinned woman, but did not have the normal African features of most black people. It turns out she was from India. She looked to be about 40 years old, and was dressed in a billowing, silk, flower-print housecoat. As I neared the porch, I could make out her very attractive facial features. She wore her straight jet black hair pulled back in a bun, tied with a bright yellow ribbon, and her wide smile, accentuated by a perfect set of white teeth, served to alleviate any nervousness I had felt on the way over. "Come right in," she said with a very pleasant accent as she held out her arms as if I was a long lost son. She gave me a big hug, and immediately I could feel the size and heft of her extremely large breasts as they pressed against my chest. She invited me in and offered me a glass of wine which I eagerly accepted. She joined me with a glass of her own and invited me into the living room where we sat down on her sofa and began to chit-chat. She told me how she had met James at the university. Her father had sent her from India to the United States to go to college. She never returned. By now, I had an opportunity to size up the situation, and the size of her breasts had reached the top of my attention list. She obviously was not wearing a bra under her silk robe, because her ample breasts were swaying and bouncing all over the place and the outline of her nipples made a definite impression as they pressed through the thin fabric. Her housecoat was buttoned at the top but fell open below, revealing her shear white night gown underneath. As we sat and exchanged small talk, I could not take my eyes from her enormous melon sized breasts. My penis was now beginning to stiffen as the effect of the alcohol was taking hold and my lustful thoughts focused upon this full-bodied woman who was now beginning to openly flirt with me. However, before things could progress any further, we heard another car pull into the driveway. It was James. He entered the house and gave his wife a kiss as he smiled at me. "Glad you could make it over," he said, as he slapped me on the back. "I see you've already met Krishna." She smiled at me as I nervously smiled back, not knowing quite what to say. I knew that I was very much sexually attracted to her, and visions of James' long and thick penis sliding between her muscular looking thighs caused my own penis to stiffen even more in anticipation. James suggested we cool off by going for a swim in his back yard pool. When I reminded him I hadn't brought a suit, he offered me one of his. I accepted, even though I knew his trunks would be much too big for me. Nevertheless, I went into the bathroom to change while he and Krishna went into their bedroom. Sure enough, his swimming trucks were almost falling off me, even though I had the draw string drawn as tight as possible. I stepped out of the bathroom at the same time James came walking down the hall in his swim trunks. "Follow me," he said, as we walked out the side patio door and onto the secluded pool deck. "Go ahead and jump on in and cool off," he said, "and I'll get us a few cold ones." The water was very soothing as I slowly lowered myself into the pool, careful not to dive in less my suit come off in the water. Soon enough James and Krishna appeared. She was wearing a strikingly white two-piece suit, that not only contrasted wonderfully with her smooth, blemish-free milk chocolate complexion, but it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. My penis began to stir again as I gazed at the deep cleavage of her full tubular breasts, barely covered by the small swimsuit top. Her dark pubic mound was accentuated by several long dark strands of pubic hair poking out from the side of her small panty-like bottoms. It was obvious things were soon to become quite interesting as the three of us frolicked in the pool, with everyone's hands beginning to wander over strange flesh. Before long, James recommended we all sit around and drink a few cold beers. As I climbed out of the pool, the weight of my wet trunks pulled them down, revealing my naked bottom. "Sorry about that," I said as I tried pulling my trunks back up. "Don't worry," Krishna said in her sexy accent. I turned and watched her reach behind her back and undo the tie strings to her top. Her heavy breasts fell free as she climbed up the ladder and walked toward me, tossing her top into the water. James stood in the pool, just smiling, as his hot wife approached me. Her large full breasts swayed gently back and forth, as she opened her arms to pull me toward her with a big hug. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, and her turgid nipples were easily as thick as my thumb. I put my own arms around her and held her soft body close to mine, reveling in the faint smell of her perfume, mingled with the slight chlorine odor from the water, dripping from her hair. "You are one nice feeling young man," she cooed in her sexy accent as she continued to hold me close to her body. "You make Krishna feel real good with your hard muscles and tight buns," she said as she reached down and squeezed my ass cheeks, pulling me close against her breasts and thighs. I glanced over her shoulder and saw that James had climbed out of the pool and was now sitting in a deck chair, his swim trunks fully tented with a raging hard-on. My legs started to quiver with sexual excitement as I began caressing her smooth chocolate colored flesh, pressing my own erection against her pubic mound, as I humped her soft thigh. My hands began to roam down and I grasp her full ass cheeks, playfully squeezing and fondling her as she giggled and cooed between sighs of pleasure. When I finally realized that James was more than willing for me to ravish his wife -- and rather enjoyed it as evidenced by his hand inside his trunks as he played with himself - I soon relaxed and allowed myself to become completely engrossed in this luscious woman who was giving her body to me. I eased her down onto her back on the soft grass of her lawn. I slowly peeled her panties off, revealing her dark tangled pubic bush. Her thighs were gapped wide open as I ran my fingers through her curly pubic hair. I spread the lips of her thick labia with my fingers, revealing the wet pink flesh of her vaginal opening. Her rigid clitoris, like a small penis, poked its head from beneath the wet hood of sensitive flesh as I began to lick and suck her most private parts. She squeezed my head with her muscular thighs as I continued to sodomize her. She moaned and groaned in ecstacy as my expert tongue went to work onher womanhood. I was on my knees, my head buried in her musky treasure trove, when I felt James begin to remove my swim trunks. I lifted each leg as he slid the large trunks off my body. He knelt behind me and I felt his large hand reach between my thighs and begin to fondle my low hanging scrotal sac, while his other hand reached around and began to gently grope my full erection. Pre-seminal fluid dripped freely from the deep urinal slit on my widely flared and swollen glans as I continued to suck and slurp on Krishna's clitoris. I alternated between sucking and licking her well lubricated vaginal opening and dropping further down to assault her smooth dark nether hole. As I licked the rim of her tight sphincter muscle, I felt James' thick penis bobbing between my thighs as he began to rub copious amounts of tanning oil between the crack of my ass cheeks. I realized what was going to happen, but Krishna's moaning and groaning sent an exciting signal that she was thoroughly enjoying my tongue and mouth on her most secret body parts. James now began to rub the head of his hard penis up and down my well-lubricated ass cheeks. He paused with the bulbous head of his penis directly against my anus. He grasped my hips and began to apply steady pressure as he pressed his large thighs forward. I relaxed as much as possible, reveling in the feel of his large black tool as he continued to press and probe. By now Krishna was beginning to whimper in the early stages of her orgasm so I concentrated on her clitoris as she gave herself over to the erotic pleasure of my tongue and lips which were devouring her sex. About the time I heard her moan that she was cumming, I felt the head of James' penis slip inside my rear and he begin to move slowly in and out. The pressure of his hard flesh filled my backside and I soon felt the familiar sensation of my own orgasm starting to build deep within my loins as he began to saw in and out of my dark passage, in earnest. The tanning oil had served its purpose well, fully lubricating the tight fit of his oversized penis between my butocks. He leaned over me, allowing the weight of his heavy stomach to rest on my back as he reached his arm around my waist and held me close to him. His heavy thighs were pressed against my own as I too began to moan from the pressure of his dark flesh against my prostate. His rhythmic movements in and out was more than I could bear as my orgasm built to the point of no return. "I'm going to cum," I whimpered as he grunted and groaned in his own lust. Krishna reached up and grasped my stiff erection between her delicate fingers and began to lightly masturbate me, rapidly flicking her wrist back and forth, as her husband continued to pound his thick thighs against my bare white ass cheeks -- his heavy balls slapping against my own tight sac as he thrust in and out of my virgin ass. The stimulation of his thick penis rubbing against my prostate, along with Krishna's nimble fingers around my throbbing shaft, was more than I could bear. I groaned and warned Krishna I was going to cum. As James long thick penis filled my ass, I felt my orgasm erupt, ejaculating long hot strings of creamy white sperm all over Krishna's dark slender fingers. As she continued to masturbate me, she reached between my thighs with her other hand and began to fondle my scrotal sac as I coated her hand with another heavy load of semen. Just then, James began to grunt that he too was cumming as he pressed fully inside of me, and began to fill my back passage with load after load of his thick white ejaculate. I reached back and pulled him as deeply inside of me as possible. He too pulled me tight against his pelvis as he continued to deposit his hot sperm deep within my bowels. Krishna lifted a heavy breast to my lips and I immediately started to nurse at her turgid nipple as James leaned over in exhaustion, allowing his semi-hard member to slip from my swollen sphincter. Several thick drops of semen dripped from his penis onto the grass as I collapsed on top of Krishna and began to drift off to sleep, nursing on her massive breasts, as if I was her baby boy. I knew I was not done with this beautiful and sexy woman. Before long I would be recharged and ready to slip my own manhood between her thighs and deposit my own sperm inside James' lovely wife.