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It's A Small World

By: pebring



I can not tell you how small a world is, I find this so hard to believe myself but something about this tells me that this is right and I will continue. The following story is true, believe it or not

I placed an Internet ad with a good friend of mine, we wanted to try a small group for sex so up it went. Well we got several hit but nothing seemed to pan out. We did get a hit from this one guy, said he is a bottom and wanted to get in the middle and what a nice ass he has. Anyway, a few weeks later I got on line and was playing around on the site and then I saw his email and replied to him. We communicated for a while then I sent him to my personal email. The problem we had was he rented a room from someone and could not host. Me, I am still married and almost at the end (we might have agreed this weekend but that's a totally different topic). Well our emails were spermatic, then I mentioned that I could not host to him, he replied something then said sorry, didn't mean to be a pest. 

This tickled me big time, replied and said you're not and why not meet for lunch just to meet. So we scheduled a meeting, but I wanted a face pic and what I saw I knew he wasn't the type of guy I was really attracted to. I was going to call it off but knew how it felt to be stood up or ignored so I said to myself, just a drink and go. Well we met, I was getting my drink as he walked in, he knobbed and I did in response, I went to t table sat and waited. Well we started talking, he told me about his marriage, his kids, what he would like and I started telling him what I want. I wanted a friendship, someone to have sex with on a regular basis, no commitment but to be faithful in a way, then I looked up at him, into his eyes and said a relation. BAMN! It hit me, I got this feeling all over my body, I was in love with him all at once, I wanted him for life. Hey, as if I said anything to him about that, after all we just met. Oh, by the way, my name is Paul, his name is Paul (for real). So the place got crowed and off to the park to talk more we went.

We drove about 5 minutes, sat in the car talking about 5 minutes more then the talk went to sex, and then off to find a hotel room. We checked in about 11:30 and off our clothes came and right into action. God his body is masculine, I love a mans man body. He rides a bike so he has strong legs, better then average chest and a great looking ass. We started out kissing rolling about together, exploring each other. Him being more submissive he went down on me and started sucking my cock. Man can he suck cock. I am a thick 8" uncut and was I shocked on how easily he took my cock into his throat. Fuck yea, and I let him know. He sighed and I knew he liked it when I told him to suck my cock, take it all, get me nice and hard.. all those moans and sighs were getting me hot. He kept fucking his face, pounding away on my cock.

I talked about his ass, getting fucked, taking it and then I made my move, got him face down, ass in the air, spread those cheeks and dove my face right between them and went to town eating that hole. He was getting the rimming of his life. I had no control, all I wanted was to do this guy, to make love to him so bad and I was making oral love to his hole right now. I got my tongue inside his hole, wiggling it back and forth, up and down, in and out. Yes, my guy was hot, wet and ready for me. I knelt before him, spit on my cock, held it to his ass and pressed forward. Oh man... he moaned real good. I held back, he twitched, I pressed, he moaned, a moaned from deep within someone soul, I held back, he twitched and again.. It didn't take to long to get it all inside him and damn how good his ass felt with my cock all the way in.

I rode him doggie style for a while, reaching my face from time to time to kiss him. I loved the sight of my cock going in and out of his ass, his body excepting it, taking it and his moans and sighs of pleasure were music. I grabbed him, turned him over, he brought his legs back up and open and I looked down beneath me and there was this handsome man, legs spread, naked and my cock buried in his ass. I laid upon him and kissed him so passionately and made love to him. Man he was so fucking hot, feeling his balls and hard cock against my stomach as I ground my cock deep within him. I knew I wasn't able to last much longer, my cocked swelled, he felt it, he loved it, he spread himself for it. I got up started ramming harder and harder, my breathing increasing my heart racing and then I took it out, stroked it and shot it all over his cock and balls and chest... After I was done, I fell upon him kissing him, he reached his arms around me, held me and kissed me back. 

We laid there for a short time, kissing, talking, my cock would not go soft so I rubbed it just right and in I went. He smiled big, eyes wide open and bright and said, Oh Baby... For the next thirty minutes we made love, not sex but love, intense, hot heated, sweat pouring love. As I reach my orgasm, my cock swelled, he squeezed on it, I pulled out and shout all over him again. I pressed my chest against his, out cum mixing with the old dry cum, your tongues still swirling against each other. He smiled and commented how he feels my heart beating and boy was it beating strong.

We lay next to each other, his head on my chest at times, my arm around him. I asked if he'd been with many uncut guys, which he hasn't. I told him somethings that I like. He then tried taking my foreskin in his teeth, chewing on the tip of it, then sliding his tongue beneath the skin and licking all around. I know he loved it when I told him to get it all in his mouth, then apply some pressure with your teeth and come up and when you are almost off tighten the grip so you have my foreskin between your teeth and chew on it. He's good, very good. Another thing I had him do was just to play with it, told him to finger it. He wants one now.. Oh well, he can use mine anytime.

So we stayed a while talking, that's when the world started getting smaller. He told me about a guy he dated for several years while married. They were both married and belonged to a club. I knew a guy that belonged to that club, mentioned the name an yes, his ex lovers best friend... what a small world, here we just met and we know a small circle of people. Since we had the room until 11 the next day I asked what he was doing tonight, he said he could be back and spend the night since it will be closer to where he has to work tomorrow. We arranged to meet after 7.

7:30 and I arrived, I brought a 6pack and told him that I had a few beers and brought this so I don't come down. I told him that I was arguing with the wife, that she was really taking away my mood I had going but DAMN!!! I got to have you again. In no time we were both naked, kissing and I got his legs back and spitting on my cock and in I was. Oh he was feeling good, at time he had to hold me back, got to much cock for him I guess but not to much complaints... Then I pulled out and shot all over him and made out. Took about 5 minutes then I was hard and going at it again. After I shot that load we laid and talked. This time the world got a lot smaller. I asked what he did, he told me and said he is doing inventory for all the stores around but the one he is stationed at is this one right here. I said OH NO! My wife works at that one. He said her name, we looked at each other, then said what a small world. Unbelievable, so we made love. After that he said he can see why she is hurt for loosing me and boy do I know how to fuck. He said he hasn't been fucked like this before and that I am definitely something worth keeping. E made love one more time, I shout 4 loads that night, the two earlier, my balls were drained and yes, his ass was worked over well. 

I left and we emailed each other a few times, he said he is real interested but scared. Can not blame him on that, after all he is working and talking to my wife, the guy that just a few days ago tore his ass apart with his cock. On Saturday my wife was at work and asked me to bring her something, when I got there she wanted me to meet the new manager. Paul, I want you to meet my husband Paul. Now at this time we both freaked, does she know anything? I extended my hand and introduced myself (thank god I had my sunglasses on). We talked a bit the 3 of us then I excused myself and left. Now it is good I asked him what he does for a living isn't it, what would we have done if we didn't know before this... 

We didn't get together for a while and had minimal contact, then we went out dancing, well that lasted only till 11, I suggested us getting a room and we did. God did I eat that ass of his big time, god I love it. Got him in a 69, my cock in his mouth and his ass over my mouth. He didn't know what to do, sit on my cock or keep sucking, he was wild... we fucked for the next 4 hours, my cock never getting soft, shot 4 loads and we slept together that night and yes I woke him up with my cock entering his ass. I love this guy so much, never thought that I would ever love, really love a man before in my life but I do and I am. 

To date, I have told 3 of my 4 kids that I like men, most of my family as well. I am still seeing Paul, the wife still doesn't know and hey, remember I said that maybe this is fate. I was talking to my wife about our separation and agreeing on stuff, that I can not afford to move out. She said that she is going to tell Paul to rent me a room. Now ALL RIGHT, that would work out very nicely, no questions asked afterwards. I have a date tomorrow, giving him something special foe his birthday, wonder what that is don't you?

So, what do you think, can you believe that this is real because this is really real... let me know what you think. Paul

It's a Small World



The restaurant was dimly lit, candles on the tables and sconces on the walls lending atmosphere. It wasn't a fancy place, but one she enjoyed on a night out. As much as she loved her child, an adult night out was called for every now and then. When her friends said it was her turn to pick a place for dinner she'd chosen a restaurant with atmosphere and no kids. 

Now she sat, sipping white wine and enjoying the pleasant conversation and company of friends. It had been a long week. She finally felt the muscles in her neck beginning to relax, the tension slowly slipping away. One friend said something that made her laugh right out loud ...

He couldn't prevent His head from snapping up, His eyes from quickly scanning the room. That laugh. He knew her laugh. His gaze moved in the direction of her voice as she began to speak, sharing some piece of her week with her friends. His eyes feel upon her. 

Tonight she wore a black cocktail dress that left her shoulders bare, revealing snow white skin that He suddenly ached to run His fingers over. Her curls brushed her shoulders and shimmered in the light as she laughed. He watched her cross her legs, the skirt of the dress riding up her thighs, and He caught a glimpse of the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings before she brushed her hand over the skirt. His chest tightened as He recalled how His hands felt sliding up along that lace. He could see her blue eyes sparkling in the candlelight as she lifted her wine glass to her darkened lips and sipped slowly. She was seated at the table so that His table was directly to her left, though several empty tables separated them....

Suddenly she felt as if someone was watching her, that gnawing feeling that you're the focus of someone's attention. As she listened to her friend, she slowly glanced around the restaurant. The glass she was lifting stopped halfway to her lips. 

He knew the moment she saw Him. Her hand visibly shook and her eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed. He smiled and she simply stared. 

He turned back to the conversation at His table as she continued to stare. She thought she might have stopped breathing. Her heart was suddenly racing. One of her friends asked if she was okay. She stammered a quick "yes." 

She'd always known it was possible that they'd end up in the same place and the same time. They were, after all, from the same town. But the intensity of seeing Him here, now, when they were both with others, was almost more than she could take. She felt the rush of love for Him, the burning need, the power He had over her.

She had to get some air. She excused herself for a moment, saying she needed to go get her cell phone from the car in case the babysitter called. Standing on trembling legs she moved to the front of the restaurant and stepped out into the night air. Moving around the corner of the building, away from the windows, she leaned back against the bricks and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing.

"Hello pet," He said quietly as He stepped close to her. Her eyes flew open and she bit back a startled squeal. She simply stared up at Him, unable to find words. He smiled. "Small world it seems."

"Yes Sir," she whispered breathlessly. She couldn't stifle the sigh as His hand brushed her hair back from her cheek. 

"You know we both need to get back inside, but I had to follow when I saw you come out here," He said. "I'm making a call," He laughed. 

She finally smiled, some of the shock wearing off. "i can't believe this," she laughed. She brushed a hand over His chest, along the lapel of His suit. "You look so handsome, as always Sir."

He couldn't resist running a hand over her breast, down her side and around to her ass, squeezing. "You look amazing tonight pet. I only wish I could take advantage of it," He growled, close to her ear. He felt her shudder and almost lost all sense of reason. "But we need to head back inside. You go first, and I'll follow in a bit." 

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her right eye, followed by her left. She felt her heart swell and the tears well up. She loved this moment, knew she'd feel those kisses for the rest of the night. "i love You," she sighed. 

"And I love you pet," He said. And as she turned to go back inside He said "Pet, remember ... We are more than this ... but at the core ... we are this ... Master and His girl." Their hands slipped away from each other and she walked back in ....



It's a Small World



*This was the very first story I had ever written. Although short and sweet, it still is one of my favorites. I can still feel the tingle I felt when I was writing it. I hope you can feel it too. There is more to this story but for some reason, it seems good to end it here.*

*

Two people talking online. Just a nice open chat. Not bad, not nasty. They didn't know one another so open came easy. Secrets were safe. Not like you will ever have to look each other in the eye. 

You know that saying, "It's a small world", well it is. How many people chat online??? On that site??? She was aware of the California connection but California was massive. Then they realized they had grown up in the same county. When he typed that name in the window... a name she knew, she froze. She knew she should log off. She should run like the wind. They both knew the same person. He kept talking. He figured her out fast. Her body was cold then hot. She was terrified yet wet. What was wrong with her? Why hadn't she left when she could. After all, he said three different names. The two other she had never heard of. He would have had to do some serious prying to find out who she was and she knew at that point, she was not worth the effort. 

How can you trust a stranger? Why would she? What was it about him that made her believe he would keep her completely safe? She had no idea but she wanted more. And she knew that night that not only had they possibly been in the same house together previously but that they very well may be shortly. Their mutual friend was hosting a child's birthday party in a few weeks. This frightened her but again, she knew it was a safe place. He would not want to hurt her or destroy her. If they were to meet, he would be the only person she had ever made eye contact with who knew her secret desires. She longed to serve. The idea of him seeing in her what nobody else could was what scared her the most. It was that which made her stomach turn. 

The next week they chatted when it worked out. He was busy with work and life and she was busy with her life which also consisted of serving an online Master who she ruled from the bottom. He was a very nice man who adored her and tolerated what a real Master would never. She knew this. She knew in real life her behavior would have her glowing with welts on her backside and her thighs. She wondered if she could really handle that. She liked to think she could. She never thought she would like it. She was not stupid. She only felt that she wanted to please. And if it pleased her Master to whip her, then she would serve without protest. Again, so she liked to think. But would she? She was a beggar. She was a spoiled little princess bitch. She knew how to get what she wanted. She had tools and she knew how to use them. Isn't that what most dream of? Then why did she want to be broken? Why did she dream of a Master who adored her yet deprived her? A Master who would tell her no and slap her for even asking. This made no sense to her what-so-ever! Perhaps it never would.

He was careful with her when they chatted. He was always reassuring her that she was safe. He soothed her with his wisdom, compassion and experience. He was a Dom. He was not her Dom so she was to address him as Sir. She saw him as someone who could educate her about this mystery world. She respected him and his words. The party was growing closer. He announced finally that he would in fact be there. And for the first time ever he "told" her to do something. He "told" her that she would attend. That she would be there at noon. She would shower that morning at wear a simple dress or skirt. It was an afternoon party and she should be comfortable in the heat. Then he logged off. Before she could reply. She sat stunned. She knew dam well that the next morning she would shower, put on a dress and arrive on time. 

She went to the party with her children. She was a few minutes early so she pretended to lose her lipstick in the car and had the kids help her search for it. After all, he had not said 11:58 or 11:59. He said noon and she would be there at noon. They entered the house and was told the party was in the back. She scanned the house all that she could as she walked back to the yard. She saw nobody matching his description. She pulled up a chair next to one of her friends and joined in on the discussion. An hour had passed and she figured something had come up. But then, there he stood at the back door. 

He was greeted and let out a deep, "Hello everyone!" 

Many said hello back. She just sat in silence. As far as everyone knew, they were complete strangers. Then the hostess did the general introductions where she just named everyone off at once and everyone laughed because we all knew he would never remember all of their names. 

"Everyone, this is Curtis" 

The introductions got to her.. "This is my friend Janie." 

He grinned and said, "Hello".

As the party went on she found it hard to be herself. It was obvious enough that someone questioned her publicly, asking her if she felt ok since they had never seen her be so quiet before. She laughed it off and assured them she was fine. She was not fine. She was off dreaming and spinning. Asking herself what in the hell she was doing. She got up to get a water in the kitchen. He met her in there and he told her that in a few minutes he would be using the bathroom and that when he opened the door she would be waiting. He told her to go sit back down. 

She said, "OK" and walked away. 

She sat there mad. Thinking why is he telling her what to do? He is not her Master. He is not even a Master. He is a Dom and not her Dom! And worst of all, why was she obliging? He came back and talked with his friends. Such confidence. He did not seem the least bit nervous. He was relaxed and truly enjoying himself. Ugh she was getting wet and she hated it! "Friends, friends, friends!!! That is all!" She told herself over and over in her head. Then he got up and walked in the house. Her heart sank. She counted to 60 then got up and went in the house. The hallway turned and there was the bathroom at the end. She stood shaking in the dark corner. She heard nothing coming from the bathroom. She was not even sure he was in there. Until she heard the handle move. She got weak in the knees and leaned against the wall for support. He looked down at her and gently touched her cheek. Then before she knew it his hand had a hold of her hair at the base of her neck and he pulled it down forcing her eyes to meet his. 

"OK???? OK what?" He demanded.

She was lost. Then she understood. In the kitchen, she answered "OK". 

"OK Sir" she whispered. 

He heard how her voice trembled and he loved it. He moved in close, so close that she felt his firm cock up against her side. He bent down a little, keeping a hold of her hair, and lifted her skirt. His hand between her legs felt her wet panties. 

Looking right at her he smiled and said, "You do not disappoint me slut." 

Her eyes looked anywhere but at his. He gave her a hard yank.

"Look at me!" 

She couldn't. He gave her a harder yank and she did as told. Her eyes filled with tears, his with pride. 

"You need training girl" he told her. 

Then he pushed her panties to the side and shoved two fingers deep inside of her dripping pussy. She was embarrassed at how easily her pussy accepted his large fingers. Another yank as her eyes had closed. She looked at him again, he pulled his fingers out of her and licked just the tip of one. 

"MMMM" he said then he placed them on to her lips. Instinct made her turn her head quickly but his grip returned her to how he wanted her, looking at him. He rubbed her juices on her lips and ordered her to open. 

She tried to beg "Please" only to have his fingers plunged into her mouth. 

"Clean me for I will be fixing you a plate."

She licked him clean with tears rolling down her cheeks. 

He kissed her forehead and told her, "He is not your Master. Now go clean up, you are a mess." 

He walked away. 

She went into the bathroom and tried to get herself together. It was not easy but it was necessary. After about five minutes she rejoined the party and he offered her a plate of food. Crackers, cheese, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower. Then he sat across from her, ate his carrot sticks dipped in ranch. 

He licked his fingers and commented, "That was the best dipping sauce I have ever tasted". 

She looked down, then up at him. He met her eyes with a big smile.



It's a Small World



PLEASE NOTE... I am not certain what category this story belongs in. I am placing it in the Group Sex category and hope that literotica will redirect it if they see fit. I can see several category listings that would be accurate in some way; Voyeur, group, loving wives, interracial to name a few. 

The story involves two men and one woman. 

******

"I'm fine with this one," Lisa said as she pointed to one of the three best responses to our ad that we had received.

We had gotten several others, but they were either written by illiterates or the people behind them sounded downright scary. Being so new at this, we decided to play it safe, although I admit to being a bit surprised when she chose the one written by the man who identified himself as Wilson.

"You sure?" I asked, and then offered to read it out loud to make sure she understood who I was going to call.

Written with beautiful penmanship that was flawless in style and grammar, the man introduced himself as Wilson and said that he was interested in meeting us.

"I'm 46 years old," I read aloud. "While I'm surely not a man with a large build in the obvious sense, being only about 5'6" and about 130 pounds, I am rather blessed in another area, and hope that was what you were referring to in your ad. One thing I should mention to you is that I am a black man, so if that matters to you then you can simply dispose of this letter. and I wish you luck and happiness. In any event, I assure you that I am very discrete and expect the same in others."

"I read it, several times," Lisa said. "He sounds like a nice man."

"This is probably something that I'm not supposed to mention," I began to say, but Lisa stopped me.

"Him being black?" Lisa interjected. "I don't know. I think that there's something to make us nervous about anyone we meet like this, isn't there?"

"Okay," I said, realizing that this was certainly a way to prove that everything you mouth in church every week aren't just words, and that we are all brothers. "I'll call him."

***

I got in contact with "Wilson" the next morning, although our connection was lousy and I had trouble hearing him clearly. Explaining that we were interested in meeting him, we set up a rendezvous at a bar outside of town in an area that seemed convenient for all of us.

"What should I call you?" Wilson asked.

"I'm Bryan, and my wife's name is Lisa," I said.

"Really?" he asked. "Are those your real names?"

"Yes. Why?"

"No reason," Wilson said. "Just curious. I'll see you at 8 on Friday night."

"Uh - before you go," I said. "I was just wondering how you felt about me - getting involved, I mean."

"In what way, Bryan?" Wilson inquired in a velvety voice.

"Not - well, I'm kind of curious about something."

"Aren't we all?" Wilson said, and then helped put me out of my misery. "I think what you're trying to ask if I was open to have you do things to me. Am I right?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "It's just that if the urge hit me that I would like to touch you or something, I wanted to know if you would have a problem with that."

"Well, Bryan, I admit that I'm really interested in women, but I have strayed a bit from time to time, and when it comes to a hand or mouth approaching my private parts, I'm open-minded. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, Wilson" I said, breathing a sigh of relief. at not having to really ask.

"Your wife," Wilson asked. "Could you tell me a little about her?"

"Sure. She's really cute but kinda shy. We both are," I admitted. "We're very new to this. Lisa is blonde and petite. Not really - you know - not voluptuous at all. Just the opposite, to be honest with you, but she has a nice figure."

"I can almost picture her in my mind," Wilson said with a laugh. "I can't wait for Friday night."

"It's on for Friday night," I said when I caught up with Lisa.

"What does he sound like?" Lisa wanted to know.

"Barry White," I said, making Lisa laugh.

"I thought he was a small man," Lisa inquired. "How could he sound like that?"

"The phone connection was crummy," I admitted. "I don't know. He had a very comfortable sounding voice. Very soothing. I know I've heard a voice like his before. Maybe it wasn't Barry White."

As it turned out, it sure wasn't Barry White.

***

We sat in a deserted corner of the lounge, nursing a couple of drinks as we watched the clock change from 8:04 to 8:05. 

"Maybe we're getting stood up," I suggested.

"Maybe you shouldn't have described me to him," Lisa said, half-joking.

"No, he sounded very interested in you, even more so after I described you, and by the way you look sensational tonight."

Indeed, Lisa looked very vibrant, and had ever since last weekend. Her sexual appetite had increased by leaps and bounds, as had mine, and while we were both nervous we had looked forward to tonight all week.

"Uh-oh!" I said when I saw a familiar face enter the bar and ease into a stool.

"What's wrong?" Lisa asked.

"Don't turn around," I cautioned. "It's Mr. Jessup, from church."

Mr. Jessup was active in our church, and along with Lisa and a few other people, did things like passing out the collection baskets and handing out things. Definitely not the man I wanted to be witnessing our attempt at a rendezvous in this bar.

"Too late," I said as he saw me from the other end of the bar, and after paying for his drink he began walking towards us.

"Mr. and Mrs. Pratt!" Mr. Jessup said in his usual friendly tone. "Out for a night on the town?"

"Uh - just having a drink," I said.

"Have a seat, Mr. Jessup," Lisa said, always the courteous one.

"Yes, by all means," I said. "We were going to meet someone here, but I think we might be getting stood up."

"Oh?" Mr. Jessup said as he slid into the seat opposite us. "I think you might be wrong about that... Bryan."

*** 

I knocked over my glass, which was mercifully almost empty, and as we combined our efforts to clean up my mess I tried to think of something to say. Something to explain away what we were doing here, and I came up empty.

"I had no idea it was you, Mr. Jessup," I finally said. "Obviously."

"I wish I could say the same, but after you told me your first names on the phone, that gave it away," Mr. Jessup said with a smile.

"This is very embarrassing," I admitted with a nod toward my wife, who was seemed like she was looking for a place to hide. "What you must think of us."

"It would be difficult for me to throw stones at anyone else, given the fact that I'm here as well," Mr. Jessup declared. "Aren't we all looking for happiness? I think the fact that we met like this is rather special. You see, I've always been very attracted to Mrs. Pratt here."

"Lisa," my wife interjected.

"Lisa," Mr. Jessup repeated. "You can call me Will, or Wilson."

I knew that Mr. Jessup was called Will by some at church, but I had never made the connection to the name Wilson because I never thought of the man in this context. Then again, I was never expecting to be running into anybody we knew like this, because everyone we knew was like us. Squares. Or at least that was the way we used to be.

"Like I was saying, I've always be very fond of Lisa," Will confessed. "So cute and such a tiny little thing too."

Lisa blushed at that, and as I watched Will's impeccably manicured hand reach over and pat Lisa's hand softly, I couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight of his long dark fingers - such a stark contrast to the pale white skin he was touching. I knew African-Americans come in many shades, but by any standard Will Jessup was a black, black man.

How did I feel about this? I must confess that while I never considered myself prejudiced, there was a certain degree of trepidation involved when I would associate with people of other races. It was more of a fear of the unknown than anything else, I suppose.

Wilson Jessup, on the other hand, was someone I had a nodding acquaintance with for many years. He was a respected member of the congregation and while I didn't really know much about him, I did know that he had a prominent job in a state government agency. That, and now I knew that he also wanted my wife.

"I would always try to maneuver myself so that after we would take the collection, I would find myself sitting next to you," Will said. "When we would exchange greetings at the end of the service, while only our hands touched, my mind was working in other areas. I hope that doesn't offend you."

I shook my head no, but his comment was really directed at Lisa, who was also shaking her head no while staring at the black hand on hers, the rich gold of his watchband sparkling against the smooth ebony of his wrist. Even in the dim light of the bar, his smooth shaved skull glistened.

"So I leave this up to you two," Will said as he drained his drink and set the glass back down. "I understand completely if you would rather not continue with the plan, but I assure you that I'm most interested and am not bothered at all by the fact that we already know each other a little. Either way, no one besides us will ever know a thing about our meeting like this."

I exchanged glances with Lisa, whose eyes gave me the answer I was looking for. Clearing my throat, I spoke to Will for both of us.

"We want this to happen. Uh - I usually get a motel room," I said, by voice cracking a bit, and then laughed at that. "Usually? We've only done this once before, but that was what we did that time. I haven't gotten a room yet tonight."

"Then there's no need for that," Will said. "That is, if you don't mind coming over to my place. I think we'll all be more comfortable there."

***

Will Jessup's place was amazing, to put it mildly. He had a condo on the fifth floor of a building that overlooked the park and provided a fantastic view of the city. I could tell Lisa was bowled over by his place and the way it was decorated, obviously by a professional.

There was African art everywhere, and the furnishings were tasteful and very expensive looking. I suspected that his black leather sectional probably cost more that all of our furniture put together, and as Will gave us a tour, we discovered that we hadn't seen anything yet.

The bedroom was unreal. There was a mirror above what had to be the biggest bed I had ever seen. A water-bed, as it turned out, and seeing that sent a chill down my spine. This was the bachelor pad of all bachelor pads, and I wondered how many women had swooned when they saw it, and found themselves on those black satin sheets. 

"Since my wife passed," Will said after Lisa complimented him on his exquisite taste. "I haven't had anybody to spend money on but myself, so I kind of got a little crazy here."

Apparently Will's wife had been killed in an auto accident many years ago, and Will had never remarried. He may have been alone, but judging by his looks and surroundings, was rarely lonely.

Will excused himself, and when he was gone I asked Lisa how she was feeling about all of this.

"This place is like something out of a magazine," Lisa said as she looked around the room.

"That's not what I meant."

"You mean Will?" Lisa asked, her pale blue eyes twinkling behind her glasses. "He's very nice, isn't he?"

"Do you want him?" I asked. "There's still time to back out."

Lisa didn't say anything but just slowly shook her head no.

She looked so adorable in her breezy lime green summer outfit. An outfit that would be coming off soon, I knew. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing, but my dick was hard.

"Forget I'm here," I said to my wife, kissing her on the cheek.

"Can't," Lisa said, and then added something that she hadn't mentioned before. "Actually, watching you watching me turns me on."

"Really?"

"Yes," Lisa admitted. "Bryan... is it true what they say. About black men, I mean?"

"What do you mean? I asked, knowing full well what she meant.

"About - you know - how well endowed they are?"

"I don't know," I confessed. 

"Tony," Lisa said in a shaky voice as she referred to the man who had introduced us to the lifestyle the previous weekend. "He was so big. I can't imagine Wilson being that large, seeing how small his body is."

"I don't know if that has anything to do with it," I told my wife, wondering what she was hoping for. "Anyway, one way or another I think you're about to find out."

Will returned with a bottle of wine, a crisp Chardonnay that soothed my parched throat, and after we enjoyed the wine Will took Lisa's glass away, setting it down on the dresser before walking back and standing behind my wife.

The room around me was so alien that I felt like I was in a movie. The lighting - it was so soft and glowing yet you couldn't tell were it was coming from. It was as if the walls emitted a faint glow that lit the room subtly, and adding to the surreal vision was the sight of Wilson Jessup standing behind Lisa, her hands on her shoulders.

"I want to thank you, my brother Bryan," Will said in that velvet tone that sounded more like a purr than a voice. "Thank you for giving me this most precious of gifts. The loan of your beautiful wife for too short a short time."

Wilson kissed the top of Lisa's head before taking off her glasses and handing them to me. They were both facing me, with Will still behind Lisa, and although they were only a couple of feet away from me, it felt like a mile.

"What a glorious creature you are, a special creation indeed," Will whispered in my wife's ear as his hands reached around her and undid the buttons with a smoothness that was amazing, and now Lisa's blouse was being taken off of her slender shoulders and set aside.

Will was nuzzling into Lisa's neck while his hands went along Lisa's arms. I could see the faint down standing up on her forearms, which were now covered with goosebumps, and then Will's hands were undoing the single clasp between the cups of my wife's bra - the Wonder Bra that she had bought for the occassion, and as the cups came away and the small buds of her breasts were revealed, Will's long fingers cradled them lovingly.

"How I've dreamed of seeing you like this," Will said as he caressed Lisa's titties. "My dreams were unworthy of you. You're breathtaking."

Will's style was amazing. Lisa wasn't anything like the woman Will was describing, but he sounded so sincere and passionate that I was believing it, and so was my wife, who was melting in his arms.

Lisa's eyes were rolling back in her head as her hands went up and back, her hands embracing Will's bald head as he continued to nibble at her neck. His fingers moved gracefully all over her waif-like torso, even somehow knowing how sensitive Lisa's underarms were, as I watched her entire body shudder as his thumbs slid over the satiny smooth hollows several times.

Now Lisa's slacks were coming down, and her panties right after them. Will's fingers caressed the sparse wisp of golden fleece that guarded her sex, which was so wet I could see it glisten from where I stood, and then my wife was turned around to face him.

They kissed and embraced, and then Lisa's fingers were going down the row of buttons on Will's silk shirt. My wife's hands were not a graceful as Will's had been, because she was trembling so much, either from nerves or excitement, maybe a mixture of both.

Will's 46 year old body was in great shape, slender like mine but his wiry upper torso was more muscular than my own. A tiny gold cross was hanging from his neck, and that along with the purplish nipples were all that broke the smooth blackness.

Could that be my wife undoing this man's belt? How did we get to this point, and why am I enjoying watching this? This should be me that Lisa was undressing with barely restrained excitement, but then as the tailored slacks came down and Will stepped out of them, I knew why it wasn't me.

The tip of Will Jessup's cock was what I saw first, probably right around the time that my wife did, the long foreskin completely hiding the head of his penis. Why that got my attention so abruptly, along with Lisa's, was that the end of Will's cock was peeking out from the inside leg of his boxer shorts.

How could this be? Will's boxers weren't the real baggy kind, and seeing the outline of his manhood in those white satin boxers was a mind-boggling sight. Even taking into account how short Will was, it was still unreal to see a man's penis hanging down so close to his knees.

Lisa's hand was running down along the bulge, her fingers grazing the exposed bit of cock before she ran her hand back up. As she did, I could see Will's foreskin retract slightly, exposing the head of his member, the black cherry color of the glans glowing against the rich blackness of the rest of his penis.

"Can't believe...," I heard Lisa say softly, her eyes looking glazed as she looked at the eyes of the black man just a few inches taller than she was.

"Can't believe what, my lovely Lisa?"

"I can't believe how big you are," I heard Lisa whisper, her timid words and halting voice almost enough to make me cum as she rubbed the almost alien shape beneath the satin. "I'm scared."

"All for you, Lisa honey," Will said in response, and with a flick of the wrist the snap of the boxer shorts opened and they fell to the ivory colored carpet. "Don't be scared of it. I'm just a man, just like Bryan is. I know you want it, just like I want you."

This was back when we had first gotten a computer, so during the times when I would surf around adult websites, I had seen my share of men that I considered to be genetic freaks, with cocks that were so gigantic that they defied belief.

Seeing a picture or a movie, however, does not compare with actually seeing someone in the flesh who was so incredibly well-endowed like Will, and as Lisa's hand came up to grab it I could tell she was as stunned as I was.

Massively thick at the base, the sleek black cock tapered somewhat from there, with a single bulging vein that went down the topside until disappearing about halfway down. Making Will look even bigger was the fact that he had no pubic hair, exposing the entirety of the stump of his cock.

He would later tell us that he started removing his pubic hair when he spotted a grey one a couple of years ago, and now got himself regularly waxed at a salon, which he insinuated was a wonderful experience as well.

In that room at the time, all I knew that Will's cock had to be close to a foot long, and as he put his hand on Lisa's shoulder and guided her down to her knees, I wondered how much bigger it would get when it got hard.

I happened to glance over at Will, who motioned for me to get undressed, since I stood out like sore thumb fully clothed. Feeling a mixture of shame and exhilaration, I did as Will asked while Lisa's hands wrapped themselves around the shaft of his cock and brought the plum-like head to her mouth.

The loud ragged breath that came from my throat went unnoticed as I watched Lisa trying to get your lips down as far as she could, her tiny white fingers gripping the rest of Will's enormous manhood like it was a Louisville Slugger.

I was now naked, and Will smiled when he saw my dick bobbing in front of me, as long and thick as it would ever be, and even though I looked pathetic in comparison, I made no effort to hide myself from his eyes, almost reveling in showing Will my shortcomings.

In fact, when Will motioned for me to come over next to him, I did so. Will wrapped his arm around my shoulder, the scent of some kind of exotic body oil filling my senses as I stood next to him.

"Give your man some love too," Will said, pulling me closer so that we were not only touching, but placing me at an angle where our cocks were in my wife's face. "Give us both some love."

Lisa grabbed my dick and brought it over next to Will's and began to go back and forth between the two of us. If there was ever a moment that the absurd differences in our anatomies were defined, it was then when our cock were side by side.




It's a Small World



I may have been in my late 30's at the time, but next to Will I felt like a child, with my tiny pale dick dwarfed by the immense black cock it rested against. Then they were touching, my little acorn glans brushing against Will's bulbous purplish helmet as Lisa first tried to fit us both in her mouth at once, and then resorted to darting back and forth to the two of us, licking and sucking the heads of our dicks.

The instant I felt the warmth of Will's cock as it began rubbing against mine, I knew what was going to happen. I tried not to look at our cocks being squished together in Lisa's fists, but I could no more not look than I could resist what was about to happen.

Helplessly, I cried out while I ejaculated all over Will's manhood and Lisa's mouth, the tingling sensation overwhelming my shame until I finished cumming.

"That's it, honey," Will purred, running his hand through Lisa's hair. "Clean it all up. She is good, isn't she?"

I nodded, even though I knew, and I think that Will knew as well, that my orgasm wasn't triggered my my wife's cock-sucking abilities, but by the sensation of our cocks touching.

"Feed it to her," Will whispered to me as my dick drooped down and Lisa abandoned it so that she could concentrate on Will. "Give your wife my cock."

I didn't understand at first, but Will took my hand and brought it down to his manhood. He didn't force my hand on it, but I found my hand grasping at the cock nonetheless, only the second one I had ever held outside of my own.

I had a roommate in college, and we did a lot of things together during that year, but this wasn't Ted Blessing's cock I was holding, and the semi-turgid cock of Will's was heavy and felt alive as I gripped it.

His cock felt rubbery, feeling almost gelatinous in my hand, and I replaced my wife's hand with my own and began to pull on the elastic weapon. Immediately, I felt Will's cock surge in my grasp, the blood pulsating through his member while I worked it in and out of Lisa's mouth as she knelt in front of him with her eyes looking up at us.

"Nice. What a nice couple you are. Go behind me now, Bryan. Keep giving Lisa my cock."

Wordlessly I went behind Will as he asked and reached around her slender hips, grabbing his cock as if it were my own, and although at first I tried to avoid the rest of our bodies touching, soon I found myself leaning on the shorter man's back while feeding his cock to my wife, whose mouth was going down nearly half the length of him.

My dick was poking at the crack of Will's ass, but he didn't seem to mind, so I leaned over his shoulder so I could watch Lisa suck his stiffening cock, which wasn't getting longer, but seemed to be contracting somewhat as it became erect.

Will's cock was still enormous, mind you, but it hadn't gotten bigger, which was merciful in a way. Lisa's saliva had the 5 inches or so that she was able to take in her mouth glistening, and provided lubricant of sorts for my hand to pump the rest of the shaft.

His cock felt so foreign to me, so very much different than my own, or even my old roommate's, that I found myself drawn to it. The foreskin slid freely up and down while I jacked him off, which was a feeling that excited me, and his pulsating penis actually felt like a living thing - ironically like the snake it resembled.

"That's nice," Will said, reaching back and taking my free hand and bringing it up to his nipple, encouraging me to squeeze the bud as I kept giving Lisa his dick. "I like the feel of your body against my back." 

It was as if my body was doing things without my direction, touching another man like this for really the first time. After tweaking Will's nipple, I let my hand slide down his flat stomach and grab his cock, and now with my arms encircling Will's small torso, with both hands I held his penis while Lisa let us use her mouth like a receptacle.

It was like my wife was worshipping Will's cock, as she knelt before him and let him fuck her face. And why not, I thought? Something as incredible as this deserved respect and admiration, and only my inhibitions kept me from kneeling down beside Lisa myself.

As for me, standing behind Will like this was allowing me to pretend that the outrageous appendage in my hands belonged to me, permitting me to vicariously imagine being so spectacularly endowed and stretching my wife's little mouth to the hilt.

"I'll take it from here, my brother," I heard Will say as he moved away from me and took Lisa over to the bed.

***

The bed was so huge that I managed to get on without causing a ripple, and I was up around my wife's head while Will was lapping at her pussy and peeking up through the sparse fur to see her reaction as he tongued her.

"Please," I heard Lisa whimper, and she was kinda begging for Will to stop licking her, but from the look in her eyes I knew what she was really pleading for, and from the sound of her voice Will knew as well.

Moving slowly, Will got up from his belly and up onto his knees, his cock swaying around obscenely in front of him like a third leg as he moved between my wife's parted thighs. Taking his cock in his fist, Will brought the bulb of his cock to Lisa's pussy and pushed it in a bit before pulling it back out.

Lisa was making sounds that sounded like sobbing as she reached down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading herself open as wide as she could while pushing her pussy toward Will. Will kept dipping the tip of his cock into Lisa and then retracting it, rubbing his member up and down her channel and enjoying watching my wife squirm. He kept doing this, and it was driving us both half out of our minds as we waited for him to squeeze that monsterous organ into Lisa's tiny channel.

"Give it to her," I whispered inaudibly, wanting to see that big black cock slam into Lisa as badly as she did, but Will kept teasing and teasing until Lisa couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please, Will," Lisa cried. "Fuck me."

With that Will slid closer to my wife and this time he didn't pull his cock out, instead moving into her until half of his spear was in her, pushing that still rubbery-looking cock through the resistance. Lisa arched her back and looked up at her reflection in the mirror above her and let out a guttural moan.

It was an amazing sight. Will didn't move his hips, but just knelt between Lisa's legs and moved his cock in and out of her pussy with his fist, like it was a dildo instead of something attached. A few plunges in and out afterward, Lisa came, spraying Will's bald crotch with her fluids as her body shuddered uncontrollably like she was having a seizure of sorts.

Only then did Will begin to really fuck my wife, suspending himself over her with his muscular arm while thrusting in and out of Lisa. He was only using a little more than half of his prodigious organ, with the absurdly thick bottom part of the shaft stretching Lisa's pussy to the extreme while Lisa thrashed beneath him.

My wife came again finally, and then Will did as well, letting out a loud moan as he filled her pussy with his seed, and after he pulled his shiny black snake out of Lisa's pussy, a torrent of his semen poured out and down between her butt cheeks. Only then did I release the death grip I had on my dick, thus letting my orgasm squirt harmlessly on the bedding unnoticed.

***

"What's that?" I asked Will as he stood at the side of the bed, his cock hanging limply down in my wife's face as he shook a little container.

"Numbing spray," Will explained. "Trust me. It's not drugs. Spearmint. Open wide, honey."

Lisa's head was hanging off the edge of the bed, and after she opened her mouth Will sprayed some of it into Lisa's throat. She gagged a little as the minty aroma filled the air, and when Will told her to keep her mouth open and relax, she did.

"Omigod!" I said as I watched Will dip his flaccid cock down Lisa's throat, inch after inch sliding in until only a couple of inches remained.

Will chortled as he pulled his cock out of Lisa's throat and wiggled it around and when he saw my reaction he did it again.

"You're taking almost all of it, Lisa," Will said. "You like that?"

Lisa had her mouth full, but indicate with her expression that she was getting off at how much of Will's member she was taking in.

"I think Bryan does too, don't you?"

Will could tell because I was scrambling down between my wife's legs, my stiff dick in hand, and after I stuck it into her gooey sex, I began thrusting in and out of her while a few inches from my face I watched Will continue to use his cock like a dipstick down deep into Lisa's throat.

"Want some, my brother?" I heard Will say, and before I knew what was happening Will had taken his cock away from Lisa and was holding it up to my face.

I shook my head no even though I was already regretting declining the offer, and instead watched Will dip that enormous flaccid penis into Lisa's throat again. I came then, but Lisa probably didn't notice because of the big black cock she was swallowing.

Climbing off Lisa, I returned to my corner of the bed, still enthralled by Will as he crouched over Lisa's face. He lifted his heavy weapon and let Lisa have a go at his balls. His nuts were not exceptionally large, but the sac they were in was absurdly long, the wrinkled black pouch that could probably have housed baseballs comfortably holding the ping pong ball-sized testicles loosely.

Will wiggled his scrotum above Lisa's mouth, even playfully drubbing her face with it before dropping his left ball to her lips. My wife sucked on the nut hard, making a popping sound when she released it to go at the right one.

Will motioned for me to come over beside him again, and when I did he put her arm around my shoulder and squeezed me tight.

"Is it as good for you as I think it is?" Will asked, and when I nodded he smiled and took my hand, asking me to hold his cock again while Lisa kept sucking at his balls

"I like the way you hold my cock," Will said. "Got me hard fast the last time." 

I cupped Will's cock backhanded as we stood at an angle to each other, pulling on the thick rubbery hose slowly as Will sighed with pleasure.

"You don't have to be shy, you know," Will said. "If you want to do more than touch me, that's fine with me. Have you ever sucked cock before?"

"Once," I said, even though I meant to say one guy, many times. "Back in college."

"No shame in that - two men enjoying each other's bodies, is there?"

Will's pearly whites sparkled as he smiled, as I jumped when I felt my dick being grabbed, by Will! I looked down and saw my dick between his index finger and his thumb, his grip firm as he pulled on my limp stem briskly.

"Lisa - she looks so pretty like that," Will said as he looked down at my wife who was on her back in the bed. "Hard to believe she's legal."

I knew what Will meant. When Lisa was on her back, her small breasts just about disappeared, with only her nipples indicating her gender from the waist up. That always embarrassed Lisa, but it never bothered me and didn't know why it did her. Not bad when a woman in her mid 30's can look half that.

"Your cock is getting hard," I said, feeling the rubbery texture start to firm up in my hand.

"So is yours, my brother," Will replied. "But didn't you just cum in your Lisa?"

"Yeah," I said. "I've never been turned on like this before."

"Maybe the two of us could do Lisa together sometime," Will suggested, and I had to grab his wrist to slow his hand down before I came listening to him. "One of us in each hole, or maybe the two of us in her pussy at the same time? Give us a chance to get to know each other better with both of us inside her at the same time."

***

That would have to wait, because Will was letting go of my dick and going back to Lisa, which left me empty handed and a spectator once more. Will was climbing on top of Lisa and onto the bed while leaving his stuff in her face. After watching Lisa grab the semi-turgid cock and start licking the underside of the shaft, I moved around to watch Will go down on my wife.

While Will had gotten into the '69' position, he was headed elsewhere. With his hands cupping Lisa's plump little butt cheeks, his long fingers pried her buttocks apart as he lifted her ass up off of the bed a bit in a surprising feat of strength.

Will's crimson tongue slid along the lips of her sex briefly, but then the tongue slid lower, along the ridge between her pussy and her rear end. Her anus was fully exposed, the tiny pink puckered ring looking vulnerable, and I realized that I had never seen Lisa like this before, having rarely gone in that direction.

Will was obviously much more experienced than I, and had no such inhibitions, because as I stood and watched, his tongue kept moving closer and closer to her anus as his hands opened the crack of her ass even farther.

Lisa made a squealing sound when Will's tongue first licked the hairless opening, and those sounds got even louder and more feral when he started to burrow that serpent-like tongue inside of her. Deeper and deeper he thrust that tongue into my wife, practically fucking her with it while looking like he wanted to stick it all in her.

Will let out a moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he lifted his face out of the crack of my wife's ass,

"Oh yeah, girl!" Will moaned, his face contorting with ecstasy, and when I moved around to see what was happening, I was floored.

Lisa, my beloved wife who was so prim and proper and whose hands had never gone near me like this, was now clinging to Will's hips, her face buried between the bony cheeks of his ass and was apparently doing the very same thing to him.

Later, my wife would say that she didn't realize what she was doing, because she was so crazed with lust and desire, but all I knew then was that Lisa was lapping at Will's asshole like it was ice cream.

What happened next was no less surprising, and was so surreal that all I could do was stand by and watch as Will reached over and took a condom out of the night table drawer and slipped it on his erection.

The milky white sheath looked ridiculous on his black cock, sliding barely halfway down the prodigious organ before the thickness made further progress impossible, but it didn't matter because he was never going to get anywhere that deep anyway.

Lisa's anus was exposed as she knelt on the bed, her face buried in the sheet and her backside raised and presented to her lover for his taking. The lubrication, both saliva and something from a tube, made the entire ass crack sparkle as Will crouched behind my wife with his cock in his fist.

We had done this before, Lisa and I, but the cock that was now being poked at her tender orifice bore no resemblance to mine. Lisa cried out as Will coaxed the head of his manhood inside of her, her voice muffled by the bedding, and as more and more of the latex covered weapon pushed inside her ass her cries became more garbled.

"That's it baby," Will was saying in his smooth velvety voice while he moved gently in and out of Lisa's ass, giving me a wink as he saw my stunned expression. "Give that sweet ass of yours to me."

It sounded like Lisa came after a few minutes of Will's sensuous probing of my wife's rectum, because after she made those familiar sounds she seemed to go limp, although Will was far from done. Clearly savoring the tightness of her virtually uncharted territory, he kept up his slow and languid thrusting, having almost worked all of what was latex covered into her ass.

"Here brother," Will was saying, and as I climbed onto the bed beside him, he told me what he wanted me to do.

"You've got soft hands and a nice touch," Will explained as he filled my hand with lubricant and told me what he wanted me to do with the part of his cock that wasn't inside Lisa's anus.

There was about a handful of that black snake that needed attention, and as I grasped my oiled fist around as much of the thick stump as I could manage, Will implored me as to what to do.

"Harder, Bryan," Will grunted. "Squeeze it hard. Spin that fist around. That's it. Nice!"

It was like I was milking Will, getting him to orgasm while the rest of his cock continued to work in and out of Lisa's bowels, but the orgasm did not come upon Will in a hurry. My hand spun around and as far up and down as I could manage, pushing Will's cock in and out in a way as well.

"That's it my man," Will said, putting his arm on my shoulder and smiling. "Won't be long now. Don't know if I want it to end or not. Lisa sure as a sweet ass, doesn't she?"

I nodded, even though it had been so long ago that I barely remembered, but I did know that I didn't want this to end either. Kneeling there, watching Will impale my wife with much of his massive spear while I was working over the oiled shaft, was such a mind-boggling experience that I hardly realized I was leaning toward Will.

Will's hand was still on my shoulder and the back of my neck, massaging and kneading me as I leaned against his and took his nipple in my mouth. I heard Will's deep inhale of breath as I began to suck on the purplish little bud that he seemed to like played with, and as I kept playing with his cock and chewing on his nipple I felt Will kiss the top of my head.

The scent of Will, an erotic blend of some kind of exotic body oil and pheromones, was making my head spin, and when I slid my face over Will didn't not stop me but instead raised his arm higher, welcoming me to the source of that heady scent.

This is just like being with Lisa, I remember thinking as I sought to justify what I was doing to Will. No different at all, I reasoned. Lisa enjoyed me sucking on her nipples, and what I was doing now was no different than what I had done to Lisa thousands of times, I recalled as my tongue slid up and down Will's armpit.

Felt a little bit like Lisa too, on those rare occasions when she hadn't shaved in a while, I thought as my tongue licked the coarse little patch of hairs under Will's arm, savoring the surprisingly exciting aroma as I heard Will groan and his cock pulsated in my fist.

"AWW!" Will cried out, clutching the back of my head as his cock erupted into the condom, and when he finally stopped groaning he released my head from his grasp.

Dutifully, I pulled Will's deflating manhood out of Lisa's ass, holding onto the end of the vessel which contained a healthy load of Will's seed, but I nearly dropped it when my eyes went to Lisa's back side as Will's cock exited.

"Omigod!" I muttured when I saw Lisa's anus, spread so wide open that it looked like Will was still inside her, the gaping hole so open that you could drop a golf ball inside it.

"She's okay, my brother," Will was telling me, sensing I was about to scream or faint. "Be good as new soon. Why not give your wife some love?"

Still bent over in that awkward position, Lisa didn't look like she wanted love, but I lowered my face down to where my tongue could work to soothe her tender orifice, licking and kissing her anus until it returned to its former innocent looking beauty. Like Will had promised, good as new.

***

"I think I'm queer," I confessed to my wife as we drove home while the sun came up.

"No you're not," Lisa said. 

"Bisexual, at least then," I told her. "The things I did to Will. The touching and all. I even wanted to suck his cock."

"I wish you had," Lisa confessed. "I would have loved to have seen that. Why didn't you?"

"Scared, I guess. Plus, I already feel like less than a man as it is."

"Stop that," Lisa admonished me. "You're a man. The only man for me. I love you more today than yesterday."

"But seeing you with Will, and with Tony last week," I explained. "Seeing the way they made you cum so hard and so often, makes me feel - I don't know. I enjoy watching you have so much pleasure, but that should be me causing it."




It's a Small World



"You are," Lisa said. "A big part of it is having you there to share it with me. Are you as good a lover as Will? No, you aren't. He was unbelievable. Even better than Tony, and he was really good. Maybe it was the way you two touched each other."

"The things I did to him," I confessed. "I can't believe it was me. And seeing him take you anally was unreal. What did it feel like?"

"Pain like you wouldn't believe," Lisa said with more enthusiasm than she should have at 6 in the morning. "But along with the pain was a kind of pleasure that I can't explain. It felt amazing. Plus, I can't believe that he stuck all of that cock of his in my bottom."

"He didn't," I told my wife. "Not even close."

"Really?" Lisa asked. "Most of it then."

"Not even close."

"Are you sure? Felt like it," Lisa said as she squirmed in her seat.

"I'm sure, because I was jerking off the rest of his cock that didn't fit," I admitted. "Will had me do it, but he didn't force me. I wanted to touch him. His cock is so unreal." 

"Ooh! I know." Lisa said. "Wish I could have seen you holding it. Was that you licking me there, after he came?"

"Yes."

"That was sweet," Lisa giggled, squeezing my thigh. "You know, when we get home, if you want to continue doing that, I'm still a little sore."

I looked over at my prim and proper wife, her glasses giving her a plain look that wasn't there all last night with her clothes off, and my heart skipped a beat, like always.

"After I do that," I asked hopefully. "Maybe I could - you know. I mean, I know you won't be able to feel it after what you just experienced, but..."

"Oh, I'll feel it alright," Lisa purred as her hand found my dick in my slacks just as we pulled into our driveway. "I just need to take a shower. I feel like I've got an ocean of you-know-what inside of me."

"The shower can wait," I said as we skipped up the steps to the house. "I want you just the way you are first."

***

Seeing Will at church Sunday morning was a strange experience, but we all managed to greet each other like nothing had happened, with only a subtle wink from Mr. Jessup, which was what we called him when he sat next to Lisa after collection.

I watched the short embrace and handshake between my wife and her lover, and when he reached over and grasped my hand I returned the handshake eagerly. Afterward, when we got into the car for the ride home, I felt I had to say something but Lisa beat me to it.

"When I watched Will come down the aisle taking the collection, I'm ashamed to admit that all I could see was him naked."

"Me too," I confessed. "How does he keep that cock of his so well hidden?"

"Baggy pants," Lisa giggled.

"Can you imagine him wearing a Speedo?" I asked.

"At church, no," Lisa answered. "But around the pool..."

***

"It's not all peaches and cream," Will would tell me later when I asked him about what it was like to have such a large cock, and when I pressed him for details he explained.

"You know what's it's like to have a woman's mouth around the base of your thing?" he asked, and when I said I did, he asked me what it felt like.

"Great."

"I'll never experience that," Will said with a touch of sadness. "Least I don't think I will. Same with sinking all of it inside a woman. Always got to be careful you don't hurt her. They're tender inside, you know. Always need to keep control and I'm never able to just go wild,"

"Still," I said. "It must be nice to walk around and have lovers stare in awe at you - to have women look and want to be with you, and for guys to want to BE you."

"That it is," Will admitted. "That it is."

***

Will just moved to Florida recently, having retired to get away from the brutal winters up here, but he gave us an open invitation to visit him when the weather inspired us.

It hadn't been a one-night stand with Will. We came together often over the years, meeting only a few times a year to keep the freshness of it all from being routine. He was one of many lovers we have shared, but as Lisa often says, none were ever better than Will Jessup.

*** 

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It's a Small World



Geoffery stood naked, staring in the full length mirror that hung in his hotel room. Well, the lower half of it. It was December Twenty-seventh. Christmas was over. All the presents delivered to the good little boys and girls all over the world. To those that still believed anyway. And the sleigh was parked, the workshop clean and quiet, all of Missus Claus's huge Christmas dinner eaten well after everyone else had finished theirs.

And Geoffery was no longer an elf...a managing elf in fact. He was what he had been all his life. What he had been before Santa found him drunk by the road after a nasty hazing at the fraternity he had rushed in college. He was nothing more today than a dwarf. A little person. A midget. Did it matter what horrible name you called yourself when life was one joke, one cruel comment after another? 

Oh sure, as always, there were a few...famous actors, reality television stars that raised the profiles of their medical condition. But the hard cold truth as he saw it was that they were no different really than the Medieval court jesters or side show freaks. They simply made themselves fodder for the curiosity and comic relief of others. It was something Geoffery had never wanted.

He held the Christmas cookie that Missus Claus had baked. She baked them every year. Hers and Santa's special present for all their elves. The cookie was magical. The same magic that could turn the medical condition of achondroplasia into one of Santa's little elves. But this magic was different. It could grant your wish. Just one mind you, so you better make it a good one. But it was a special treat that all the elves looked forward to during this time of year when they had a break, a holiday, a vacation. When they went home to visit family or simply just got drunk and disappeared into themselves. 

This year Geoffery had begged off his family's huge Christmas celebrations that always made him feel like he was the odd man out, which he was in his family of athletes and beauty queens. Each year it was harder as he watched his brothers and sisters find what he never would...love. To make it worse, each year more and more of his nephews and nieces grew taller than 'Little' Uncle Geoff. 

No, this year, he knew what he wanted. That one magical wish whose promise would last only a few hours, but whose special gift would be held close to his heart all the year through...perhaps until his dying breath. He had thought this one through. He was going to wish to be...normal. Just for one night. One brief moment in his life, he was going to know...what might have been.

He closed his eyes. He bit the cookie. It always tasted the sweetest imaginable...sugar, spice, chocolate, orange and everything nice. He tasted the magical way that the workshop smelled all the year long. 

Then it hit him. Pain. Blinding, gut wrench pain much worse than the time that his parents had risked the corrective surgery that would break his legs in hopes of lengthening the bones. It burned. It felt as if someone had him on a Medieval rack...or that was what he imagined anyway. It felt as if he were being torn limb from limb. It was more than he could take. And he fainted.

Geoffery came back around slowly. The cheap carpet in his hotel room was scratchy and itchy against his cheek. His mind was fuzzy. Where was he? What was he doing here? Then slowly the memories came back. A hotel room in Anchorage. And he had eaten the magic cookie. He stretched tentatively then. His body still ached a bit when he tried to move, but it was not as bad. He supposed this was what his brothers complained about after a work out, maybe? It was not that bad. Not after the other anyway. 

He sighed heavily and sat up. He looked in the mirror and his mouth dropped open. The man staring back at him was...beautiful. No misshapen features. No shortened limbs. No thickness in the body. He was a man's man. Like one of those male models from the old Seventies cigarette commercials. He slowly came to his knees, wincing a bit at the burn in his muscles. Then using the dresser to steady him, he stood up. He was at least six foot two. And every bit as athletic as any of his half a dozen brothers. 

Geoffery reached for his cell phone on the dresser. He took half a dozen pictures. He flipped through them all several times. Quickly at first, then taking the time to carefully examine each one of the funny poses he had made like a body builder at a competition. He wished with all his heart that he could show those pictures to someone, anyone. But that would break the magic spell. It could even jeopardize his job with Santa. And he would never do that...it gave meaning to his life. Santa had given him the most precious gift of all...purpose. And not even vanity could tempt him to risk that.

He shook his head as he grabbed the clothes that he had purchased for this occasion. He had not known what exactly to expect so he had gone with a loose fitting sweat suit, but even that stretched taut across muscles that bulged in all the right places. He enjoyed a moment of vanity, snapping a few more pics. He hoped that the magic was not stronger than technology. Even if he could never show them to another soul, he hoped the pictures would not disappear from his phone the way that he knew this body would...shortly. Too quickly in fact.

He reached for water-tight moccasins that he knew would stretch enough to fit his feet. He did not have time to tarry. This transformation was only the first step in his plan. The most important one for certain. There would be no magic to help with the other. That would be all up to him. But he had a plan for that too. He had watched enough chick flicks late at night to learn how to romance a woman. Because tonight he wanted it all...he wanted to taste love. Love that he had never known before. Love that he never would again.

He pulled a thick parka around him and rushed out of his hotel room like it was Christmas Eve and they were running behind schedule. He looked around for the first bar that he could see. It was just a short walk from the hotel room. Nothing special. In fact, he wanted to laugh when he walked in to the sound of a famous country singer bragging that he loved this bar. It was as cheesy as any of those late night movies on the women's cable television channel. 

He looked around the place and was a bit deflated. He was not sure what he had expected. This was Alaska after all. Men outnumbered women four to one. But in this place it seemed more like twenty to one. And the ones that were there, well to be polite, had seen better days.

Except for her. She sat at center stage on the bar. And half the men in this place were gathered around her. She was like some Scandinavian dream girl, a pin-up poster or super model. In fact, her Icelandic blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and rosy pink cheeks against snow white skin reminded him of one of the most famous of the super models though her name escaped him at the moment. Hell, words escaped him when he looked at her. 

He knew he stood no chance at the dozens of more experienced men that played courtier to her every whim. But he also knew one thing...she was the only woman he wanted. Sure he might have left that bar, tried a dozen more before the cookie wore off, but he knew in his gut that it would all be futile. She was the woman for him, he would find no other. 

And he was not going to give up that easy. He had used his one wish to get this far. He had watched hundreds...thousands...of hours of crappy chick flicks. He was not just calling it a night and walking away from his dream. 

He pushed through the crowd to the bar next to her. She was talking to another guy, a couple in fact, but he held out his hand and cleared his throat, "Hello," the sound that came out almost gave him away. His voice did not match his body. But that too was not going to stop him when he had come this far. He concentrated very hard, cleared his throat and tried again for a deeper tone. "Hello, I'm Jeff. Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?" 

The voice was better but he cringed at the worst opening line he could imagine. He probably sounded much worse than all these more experienced schmucks. But that was just it, they were much more experienced in meeting women, dating...love and sex. 

"Thank you, but I have a drink," she rolled her eyes and smiled. "Too many of them in fact." Then she did something that Geoffery would never forget: she blushed and looked down at the ground, innocently, shyly. "But I'd love a dance it you don't mind."

He swallowed hard as if maybe just maybe he had a chance with this angel, this dream, this woman. As if for one night all his dreams might just come true. He bowed at the waist and held out his hand like a chivalrous knight or a modern cowboy. When her fingers touched his...it was a magic that not even Santa or magic cookies could transcend. 

They moved onto the dance floor to a slow song with a distinctive country twang. The words about 'waiting all my life' could have come directly from his heart. He held her close and did his best not to trip and fall, taking them both to the ground. It was heaven, more magical than the workshop or Christmas Eve. For three minutes. 

When the song ended he feared that she would draw away. In fact, she did pull back to stare up at him. This woman stared up at him. That alone was a dream to treasure. A moment to cherish for a life time. And when she smiled, his life was complete. But she made no effort to pull away as the next song began and the spell remained unbroken.

They danced a few more songs as the crowd around the bar drew tired of waiting for her return and reluctantly drifted away, figuring that the game was up. The game was up...and he had won. That thought was confirmed as another song began...a famous one that even he knew the words to...'Cowboy take me away,' she sung sweetly into his ears. And he grew from an elf past a simple man into a giant at the tender break in her voice.

As the song came to an end, he did not need a second invitation. This one was more than he could ever hope for as he wrapped his arms about her, drawing her tight, perhaps still a bit afraid that he would awaken from this dream come true. 

But he did not as they returned to the bar for her coat and bag. It did not even in the cold, crisp night air outside as they walked to his hotel room. It did not as he fumbled with the damn cardkey. Or pushed the door open.

When the door was closed it seemed that this angel, this dream, was as anxious as he was. She practically ran into his arms. Their lips found one another's. The kiss was hot and searing. Better than any of the fake ones he had watched on television. He tasted her...woman, real life woman, sexy and sweet.

Even as they kissed hands were exploring. Her tiny fingers grasping his shoulders, finding the buttons and practically tearing them off. But his hands were just as busy, tugging and pulling her dress over her head. It was living hell to break their kiss even for that brief moment. But a necessary one as he took in the breathtaking beauty of this woman naked...naked beneath that dress. It was another magical moment to cherish for a lifetime. 

They stumbled to the bed, falling onto it together. He knew he should take things slower...chick flicks was not the only thing he had watched...a few soft core porns as well. Not the trashy, wham bam kind but the stuff that truly qualified as erotica. The classics. But as much as he wanted to seduce this woman. She seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he was. 

They came together quickly. Her tiny hands wrapped around his cock was almost his undoing as she poised it at the gates of her heaven. And when it touched the warm, wet, tightness that promised even more, he was certain he would explode. Only sheer will allowed him to hold back as he plunged into her. His mind shattered as surly as the frail barrier that proclaimed her innocence. He would have felt shame then had it not been for the way that her body was moving and arching against his. He was no longer setting the pace, she was. She was seducing him. Loving him. And he did what any wise man would...he gave over the reins. 

His only regret was how quickly it was over. But damn, the northern lights had nothing on the show they put on as both reached their peak seconds apart. Truly coming together as one. There was so much he wanted to say to her. To do with her. But it was as if they were shooting stars burning up in the atmosphere of their lovemaking as they drifted off to sleep locked in one another's arms, their bodies still connected.

***

The gut wrenching scream awoke him. He looked down at the woman beneath him as she pushed and shoved, trying to get away, run away. He did not know what to do or say. Should he call an ambulance? Her face was contorted in pain as she clutched her mid-section. She tried to speak but not a sound came out. Finally, with tears she turned away, rolled onto her side into a fetal ball. 

He watched as the magic wore off. Her body convulsed and thickened. Her limbs shrunk. And all he could do was watch helplessly. As she quieted, as the contractions seemed to lessen, he heard the gut wrenching quiet sobs. He pressed his hands to her shoulder and turned her to face him. He stared into the familiar face of his friend, "Clarisse?"

Then the pains began to take him as well. If it had been horrible growing as bones grew and muscles stretched this was worse. Perhaps this was how a genie felt when it was forced back into those tiny bottles...perhaps this was why they hated the damned things. Willing to grant three wishes to any who would free them. But he did not have three wishes...just one. And it was over. And with that ending came pain.

When he came too, she was lying next to him. "Are you all right?" she asked with genuine caring of a true friend.

And in that moment Geoffery's eyes were open to things that he had been too blind to see. Things that transcended mere friendship. Things of which true beauty are built. He saw Clarisse as she truly was. A beautiful woman just as she was. A woman worthy of love. His woman. 

This time they were not rushed. Neither faced the sands of time slipping through the hour glass, carriages that would turn back into pumpkins at midnight. They could talk and laugh and love until their hearts content. They had time...all the time in the world. A lifetime of love and happiness in a place where magic still exists. Where medical conditions can become magical elves, who makes dreams come true for all the good little boys and girls.

Over the years, Geoffery and Clarisse shared many more magical cookies. Yes, sometimes they even became their other selves locked inside their bodies by a genetic condition over which they had no control. But they did not need to to be happy. It was just a game, role play, icing on the kick like all loving couples share. 

But the true magic was in the every day moments...coming home together after a hard day in Santa's workshop. Laughing at one another's jokes. Talking late into the night as they watched the northern lights dance or the eternal daylight of summers. Making love and falling asleep in one another's arms...knowing that they would awake to the same person in the morning. And the best magic of all id when two people see that not as a curse, some cross to be borne, or a mistake...but for the special blessing that is more precious than even magic. 

Over the years, the couple served along side that other, more famous pair who made dreams come true. They welcomed little elves of their own...and a couple of 'normal' children too, but they loved them all the same. And the best thing of all...Geoffery and Clarisse truly did...live happily ever after in a land of magical workshops were best friends become lovers. Because...it's a small world after all...in more than one way.



It's A Small World



Another work trip, another hotel, another three hundred and fifty miles from home, it's a small world; you'll see what I mean later. There I was back at the hotel where I stayed at for a week while I sorted out some contracts with the new customer. 

I had come back from the customer, had a shower and meal. I came down to the hotel bar for a quick night cap, it was late, around ten thirty. It was my first time at that very classy hotel and the restaurant seemed to be very popular, was busy, and even that late there were lots of people around. 

I sat at a table where I had my laptop with me and looked over some paperwork. I wanted a refill so made my way to the bar. As I approached the bar I noticed a lady sitting there with her back to me. The bar was busy and the only space to squeeze in and to the bar was next to that lady. 

I got there; she looked like a very sexy lady, she was facing away from me. She had long red hair very stylish, a very short red leather skirt which was probably only half way up her thighs if she stood, and while she sat it had ridden up fairly high and exposed a lot of thigh flesh, her legs were crossed. She wore a white blouse and the perfumed air around her was very sensual. She almost looked familiar, but I did not know anyone in that part of the world. 

The barman came upto me and asked me what I wanted and I told him. The next thing I heard was, "Mike!"

That's me, my name was Mike and as I turned to look to my side the lady had turned around and it was a familiar lady, it was a lady I thought I knew fairly well. Not well enough though. By then she was joined by her husband. The ladies name was Val and her husband Paul. They are both friends of mine and we live on the same street, 'It's a small world.' 

Never in a million years would I have said it was her, Val looked like a different woman, looked like a sexy woman, looked like a very sexy woman. I leant over and kissed her on the cheek and said, "Val," with a very surprised tone to my voice and look on my face.

I shook Paul's hand and said, "Hi guy's fancy seeing you here."

Val stood, pulled her skirt down while she said, "We often come here for a few days, never seen you here before!"

I said, "No my first time, a new customer, we have meetings all week."

Paul looked very uncomfortable, almost embarrassed to be seen there. I've, well, we've known each other for over six years; we've been out to dinner and to each other's homes. But Val never looked that sexy, ever! 

Val was always the more forward one, a very confident woman. She asked, "Are you on your own or with colleagues?"

I looked towards Paul; he was looking the other way and looked to be lost. I looked back at Val and said, "I'm on my own, just lonely old me."

Let me tell you a bit about Val and Paul. Let's start with Paul, he's five ten tall, fifty five years old and works in an accounting office. Val is also five ten tall, but a bit younger at forty eight. She is not a slim lady but not fat, she has all the right bits in all the right places. Long well-formed legs, first I'd seen that much of them. Flattish tummy and I would put her boobs at around thirty four or so and with the blouse she wore you could see a bit of cleavage. 

Val asked if I was busy and I had said I was just going through some paper work which could wait. We all looked a bit awkward since there was no seating available at the bar; I offered them to sit with me at the table I had. 

Paul looked like he did not really want to, but followed Val when she said, "We'd love to."

I got a round of drinks and we sat at the table, we chatted and joked about the coincidence of our meeting so far away from home. Paul after a while got up and said, "Little boy's room."

He went off and I asked Val, "Is Paul okay, he seems very distracted?"

Val came and sat next to me and said in almost a whisper, "Can I confide in you?"

That was interesting, I did not think there were any secrets from Paul that Val had, so I said, "Sure your secrets safe with me you know that!"

Val smiled and said, "Well it's Paul really, he doesn't want you to know."

Got more interesting, what was Paul's big secret? I asked, "What does he not want me to know? He usually tells me everything."

Val took my hand and sandwiched it in hers and said, "No he has not told you this and if I know Paul he'll never tell you himself."

Got more interesting by the minute, I asked, "What won't he tell me?"

Val looked over to the men's room to see if Paul was coming back, he wasn't, so Val carried on, "I don't mind you knowing, in fact I've wanted to tell you a couple of years ago."

The anticipation was unbearable, I looked over to the men's room and then back to Val and said, "Well tell me, you can't stop there and not tell me now!"

Val looked back over to the men's room and took a big swig of her drink and said, "We're here for a reason."

I said nothing I looked at Val with a keen ear and willed her to carry on when she said, "We... are swingers."

Holy fuck, I would never, ever have thought that of Val and Paul. I was silent, stunned, speechless, and I just stared at Val, when Val said, "Mike, you do know what I'm talking about?"

Oh, I knew. I was still in a state of semi shock. Val said, "We are due to meet a couple here but they haven't shown yet."

I said, "That's why Paul's been looking over his shoulder all evening. Like he was going to get found out if they showed up with me here."

Val said, "Probably, but I don't care."

And as she said that her phone rang, Val said to me, "Excuse me, I have to take this."

She picked it up, stood and walked away a couple of steps, just then Paul returned. He sat back down but still looked very nervous, Val came back and sat next to Paul, she leant over to his ear and said something. 

And instantly Paul looked a different person, more relaxed, no more did he look over his shoulder, he slumped back and drank his drink with a big sigh.

We chatted some more and Paul got up again and said, "I'll get some more drinks, wine okay with everyone?"

He walked off and Val said to me as soon as Paul was out of ear-shot, "They're not coming."

Val said that with a half disappointed sounding voice. I looked and saw a very disappointed look on Val's face and I said, "I'm sorry, I suppose you were looking forward to it."

Val looked across to the bar and said, "Yes, we had planned it three weeks ago."

Then Val looked straight into my eyes and said, "What you doing tonight?"

Holy shit, had she just asked me to well, to put it bluntly, join them in group sex. I blinked my eyes and said, "Sorry Val what!"

Val did not take her eyes off me and said, "Come on you'll enjoy it, I'll make sure you enjoy it."

I shook my head and said, "No I can't do that to Paul."

Val said, "Do what to Paul... he's already seen me with other men."

I looked at her and said, "But he's my friend... we're friends."

Val looked at me in a very serious way and said, "What, you think we just meet up with total strangers."

I looked at the floor and still shook my head. Val said, "If you change your mind we're in room three zero six. Come any time. Here... this was for them." She put a key card on the table and slipped it in my direction.

I was in a state of confusion, Val is definitely a sexy woman, any man being asked that sort of question - Val or otherwise, would not say no, but I knew them, I knew Paul, we were all friends. 

Paul returned with a bottle of wine and Val said, "Let's take it up."

She stood and looked directly at me and said, "Well... would you like to join us... for drinks?" She winked.

She grabbed Paul by the arm and led him away. I sat there for another five minutes then I gathered my laptop, picked the key card up and I went to my room. 

There was no way I was going to sleep; Val's comments and invitation rang through my head. It was midnight, I really wanted to go over there, but something stopped me, Paul in my head was the stopper.

I was about to leave my room and go to them, when I thought, I couldn't just go and knock on their door, it seemed so strange. I had both their mobile numbers, they were both my friends, I really fancied Val, to the point that I had dreamt of Val, I had dreamt of Val in a sexual way, but was never brave enough to act upon it with the relationship we all had.

I'll text Val, I started with, 'Hi Val,' and then I didn't know what else to say, I meant to press delete but in my state of confusion I pressed send.

I threw my phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom to wash my face. It was refreshing, it calmed me down. I came back into the main room and my phone bleeped. I picked it up just in case it was the customer. But it was Val, the text read, 'Come in, use the key.'

Holy shit, I seemed to have committed myself, should I go? I didn't know; they were my friends. If I went, it may be the end, the end of a long acquaintance. I was in turmoil, I banged my head with my hand, 'Shit, shit, shit.'

The phone bleeped again, I pressed the button and it read, 'Paul knows.'

Holy fucking shit, Val had told Paul, I wondered what Val had told Paul, what does Paul know? I built up such a picture in my head I had lost all common sense. I had no sense of what was going on. I couldn't just go, I'll just stay here. 

I went and washed my face in cold water again and came back into the room. There was a message on the phone. I looked at it, it was from Val, it read, 'Don't be afraid.'

I was afraid, I was more than afraid, I was petrified. I wanted to, yes, I wanted to fuck Val. I've wanted to fuck Val from the moment I had first seen her. But I wasn't ready to fuck Val in front of Paul, in front of her husband, in front of my friend.

I turned the TV on and flicked through the channels, I turned it off. I turned my laptop on to look through the papers, I could not concentrate. I turned it off. 

Another message on my phone, it read, 'Paul wants you to come.'

I so desperately wanted to go, I just couldn't. I found myself in a difficult and desperate situation. I unconsciously paced up and down my room. I slapped my head with my hand, could I live with the consequences? 

The phone bleeped and read, 'What room are you in?'

Holy fuck, did she want to come here, should I tell her? I was in a quandary; I was not sure if I should, but my fingers pressed the buttons and pressed send. 

I threw the phone onto the bed to the side of me and buried my head into my hands. I slapped my face, stood and paced back up and down. There was no way I could have slept that night.

And then the inevitable, a knock on my door. I knew who it was, I knew there was only one person it could have been, well, okay it may have been Paul, but I was one hundred percent sure it was Val.

I thought out loud, 'Shit, shit, shit.'

I only had a pair of boxers on, so I threw on the hotel robe and went to the door and opened it, there was Val, I knew it, and she too was in a white hotel robe. She did not come in she grabbed my hand and said, "Your late."

I closed the door behind me as she swiftly took me away. It was only a few doors down. 

The door was open and we went through, the room was of similar layout to mine, a small corridor which opened up to a living quarter and a bed against the wall to the right. But this was a bigger room to mine; the bed was almost twice as big as my one.

Val pushed me in and said, "Go in, go on, and take that off!"

Val closed the door and brushed passed me, as she walked she slipped the gown off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She kept walking and I then saw her naked body, albeit from the back, but she looked fucking sexy. I saw Paul and he was naked on the bed. He sat with his back to me on the far side. 

He looked around and said, "There you are!"

Val got to the bed and climbed on, she went on all fours. Paul stood, turned and offered his cock to her. Val took it into her mouth and hardened him up. He then got onto the bed behind her and started to fuck Val doggy. 

Val looked over to me and said, "Come on, you've watched enough, no need to stand on ceremony."

I had taken my clothes off and stood there like a lemon. Did not know what to do, did not know how that sort of thing worked, I did not know if I should have been even there.

My cock was semi hard; I had reservations, but walked over to Val as I looked at Paul. Paul nodded and said, "Hi Mike, don't be shy, now that you know. Let's have some fun. Val will make you proud to be a man."

He banged into Val; he had his hands on her hips and then slapped her arse. Paul looked at me and said, "She's insatiable she needs more than one cock, stick it in her mouth, she'll get you started."

I got a bit closer as I took in the scene in front of me. I got to in front of Val's face where she grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth. 

I looked at Paul and he sensed that I was a bit estranged to that situation. He said, "Go for it Mike, enjoy her."

Normally, my cock would have reached full stiffness within seconds, but the situation was different, the voices in my head restricted my cock form hardening in its usual way. 

Val blew me off and my cock started to come to life. Val looked up to me as she increased her grip and stroked my cock and sucked harder. It wasn't long before my cock was fully hard with help from Val. 

I looked across to Paul and he nodded and said, "She's good, let her do her stuff."

I still could not believe I was in that situation, I had my cock in Val's mouth, she sucked and stroked with great keenness. My hips started to move and I grabbed Val's head with both hands and started to force my cock in and out of her mouth.

I looked down at Val and she winked and took my cock out and licked it from base to tip. She said, "Nice cock Mike, you've kept this a secret."

I didn't see Paul's cock when I came in, mainly because I looked at Val most of the time. I thrust harder into Val's wet mouth; I closed my eyes and looked up. Holy shit as I fucked Val's mouth my cock got harder and harder. 

Paul saw me as I thrust deep into her mouth and he said, "That's it Mike, she likes it like that. And I'm sure you do too."

All of a sudden Val stopped, I looked down and Val looked round to Paul and said, "Come here."

Paul stopped fucking Val and came around and joined me. He stood beside me and Val grabbed both our cocks. Paul's cock was a little thinner than mine and about two inches shorter. Mine was nine inches. 

Val had a grip on both cocks and looked up at me and said, "Nice cock Mike, Paul's smaller, okay, but Paul can fuck till the cows come home, let's see what this thing of yours can do."

I looked up and thought, 'Holy shit.' She's a sex vamp. Val took both our cock-heads and rubbed them together quite hard. Fucking hell it felt nice, it felt better than nice. Both cocks secreted pre-cum. Val looked up to me and said, "You going to cum Mike?"

I squeezed my eyes and could not look down when Val said, "Paul's already cum once."

I managed to look down when Val continued and said, "I sucked him off for half an hour before you came along."

I could not look at Paul; I looked back up while Val took in both our cocks into her mouth and sucked on them. I felt Paul's cock next to mine in Val's mouth. It did feel good.

Val was very good, every time I thought I was going to cum Val must have sensed it and took me out. She blew on my cock and then sucked on Paul's cock for a bit, while she ran a finger across my knob and smeared the pre-cum around.

She always looked at me, to see my reaction to what she did to my cock; she was good at her work.

She took Paul's cock out and said, "You okay Mike? If you want to cum let me know?"

Paul's cock was cut, but mine was not, Val slowly stroked my cock so that the fore-skin covered and uncovered my cock-head. She then placed both cocks head to head and ran my fore-skin across Paul's cock-head. With her other hand she gripped the fore-skin that was over Paul's cock and held it there. She rotated my cock in small circles so both cock-heads ran and rubbed against each other under my fore-skin.

She continued to do that for three or four minutes while she looked up at me and Paul. I was close to cumming. I said to Val, "I'm cumming."

Val kept rubbing with increased pressure on the heads and I blew a load, cum tricked out from the edges, Val kept rubbing and I blew again, my hips twitched involuntarily, I blew again, cum dripped out like an open tap from under Paul's balls. 

I was about to blow another load when Val pulled our cocks apart and stuck mine in her mouth. She sucked and stroked and she teased more cum from my cock into her mouth, she swallowed and said, "I love cum."

She went over to Paul and licked his cock and balls clean of my cum.

Paul was still hard whereas my cock was a bit limp by then. Val looked up to Paul, winked and with her head indicated to Paul to go to do something, Paul must have understood, I had no idea and did not ask. Val looked at me and said, "Just the two of us for a bit."

She rolled over onto her back and slipped up the bed, she raised her knees and opened her legs and said, "Would you mind?"

I climbed onto the bed and made my way to her pussy, I had not seen it before, she was clean and a tattoo of a single red rose on her pussy. And she had piercings; three rings lined each side of the slit, a ring on each of her thin pussy lips, I love pussy lips and a stud through her clit.

I started to lick her slit and sucked on her pussy lips, I ran my tongue along her slit towards her clit, and I flicked it with my tongue. I sucked in her clit and flicked her stud with my tongue. Val's hands came onto my head and gently coaxed me. 

Although I had my eyes closed I suddenly noticed a flash, I opened my eyes and another flash, I looked at Val and her eyes were still closed oblivious to the flashes. I kept sucking on her pussy and clit, I looked around and another flash, I then noticed Paul with a camera. 

He stopped taking pictures and said, "You don't mind do you?"

I looked at Val and she said, "There for me, I love to look at them afterwards."

I continued on Val's pussy and she started to buck up harder, her hands pushed a bit harder, another flash. And then Val's 'oos,' and 'ahaas,' turned to a loud, "That's it, that's it, fuck, yeah."

I felt a wet stream roll onto my tongue, I poked my tongue into her hole as deep as I could and wiggled it around. Another flash and Val threw my head off and said, "Holy fuck, that's nice."

My cock had started to regain some rigidity on the anticipation of having my cock in that pussy soon. I kissed Val's thighs, small kisses up and down and on her pussy's rose as well. Paul was stood by Val and she grabbed his cock and started to suck on it, Val played with her boobs and her pointy hard nipples. Paul continued to take pictures, flashes all over the place. 

Val looked at me and said, "You ready Mike?"

I knew what Val wanted, I knew what I wanted and I knew what Paul wanted me to do to his wife, so that he could take more pictures.

I was ready and moved up to suck on Val's nipple, I moved up with my cock getting harder. I got to Val's nipple, the one she was not playing with herself. I grabbed hold of the boob and gave it a squeeze and I licked the nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

I felt Val's hand between us and she got hold of my cock, she squeezed it and said, "Let me get you harder, bring it up here."

I reluctantly let her nipple slip out of my mouth and stood to take my cock to her mouth. She already had Paul's cock in her mouth, she took him out and I pushed my cock in. She grabbed it and stroked it while Paul again took pictures. 

I was hard; I was certainly ready to stick my cock into Val's jewelled pussy. Val stopped stroking and squeezed it to assess it for rigidity, she then said, "Okay, your good to go."




It's A Small World



As I lowered and positioned myself between Val's legs, Val said, "Stick it in a couple of times and get my juices on it."

I did that, I had her juices on my rigid cock. 

I looked up and Val said, "Okay leave it out so that Paul can get some pictures of my juices on your cock."

Paul took several pictures of my cock and Val's pussy; some with my cock just at her open entrance, some with my cock-head just in and some with her hand on my shaft with my cock-head rubbing on her clit stud.

Paul moved away and said, "Okay pussy's all yours." 

Her pussy sure was wet; her opening was fairly easy to locate with the tip of my cock. I pushed and drove all the way in. I repositioned myself on Val and I stared to fuck her. I sucked on her nipple and fucked her; she had Paul back in her mouth.

Fuck it felt so nice to be fucking Val; even if Paul was there, somehow it made the whole experience less secretive. It gave me a feeling that I could go and fuck Val whenever I wanted to when we get back home.

It had been around ten minutes when Val said, "Take some more picture love!"

I lifted my body off Val and took my cock out and moved sideways to allow Paul to take the pictures. My cock glistened with Val's juices, almost dripped with sticky strands. Paul got his pictures and he went and sat in a chair near the bed. 

Val got up turned round and went down on all fours; I moved up behind her, got hold of my cock and rubbed the head along her silver ring lined pussy. I especially rubbed harder and spent more time on her clit and stud.

I left my cock just inside her and grabbed hold of her hips. I pushed in deep all the way, I slapped her arse and took hold of her hips again and started to fuck Val as she started to moan softly with her cries of pleasure.

I looked across to Paul and he flicked through the pictures on the camera. I slapped her arse again; I saw my palm print on her bare buttocks. I leant down and grabbed her boob and started to grope and maul her. 

Val started to rub her clit and it wasn't long before she cried out, "Oh yeah, ahh, ahh, ahh, that's it, ahh."

I felt a greater wetter sensation around my cock as I kept the pace up and fucked her. Her arse came back and met me as we collided with a loud flesh on flesh slap on each thrust. 

On Val's next orgasm Paul put the camera down and came over to Val and Val started to suck him off. Paul held her head with both hands and fucked away. 

Paul fucked her face and I fucked her pussy, I felt great, my cock felt great, Val's pussy felt fantastic. We must have been there for another eight to ten minutes when Paul said, "That's me done," and went back to his camera.

Val looked to me and swallowed Paul's cum; she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said, "I could live on cum."

I fucked Val and slapped her arse every so often and Paul kept taking more pictures from various positions and distances. There were several occasions when he changed lenses and took images of my cock going into Val close up.

I was there and told Val, "I cumming."

Val said, "Keep it there; keep your cock in me."

I fucked away and then I grabbed her arse and pulled her close so she could not escape. I blew my load and pulled out and moments later I plunged back in deep and blasted again. I let go of five or six loads which dribbled out of Val's pussy as she fell forward. Paul took several more pictures of her cream-pie and my glistening drooped cock with a long strand of cum on it.

I too flopped to the side of Val and we both heaved and puffed. 

Paul commented, "Good one Mike, I'm sure Val enjoyed that."

Val said nothing; she placed a hand on my thigh and lightly slapped it three or four times.

I was about to get up and leave when Val said, "Stay, sleep here."

I looked across to Paul and he to me, he said, "If Val wants you to stay its fine with me."

So I did, we all three slept, Val in the middle. I was so tired and sexually fulfilled I fell asleep straight away. We must have slept for about three hours when I was awoken by Val who cried softly, "Ahh, ahh, yes, fuck yes."

I was not sure what time it was, I opened my eyes and Paul was on top of Val, fucking her. Val noticed I was awake and said, "Sorry Mike, did I wake you?"

God those two were made for each other, they fucked at every opportunity. I shook my head and said, "No I need to go to the loo anyway."

I got up to go to the loo and noticed the time was five thirty, I had to go shower, change and off to a meeting. 

As I got back from the loo, they were still fucking, Val looked over to me and I said, "I need to get off now. Need to prepare some things for a meeting."

I was stood by the bed and Val reached out and took hold of my hand, she lightly squeezed it.

Val was flushed, she could hardly get a word out as Paul fucked her hard, with every thrust Val's head hit the head-board, Val said, "Would you like to... before you go?"

I said, "You know I'd love to, but let Paul finish."

She laughed and said, "He'll be ages yet, he won't mind if you want a quick fuck. I'll get you hard."

Paul never missed a stroke, he kept fucking Val and looked across to me and said, "You want to..."

I took my hand away from Val and said, "You're very tempting, but no, I really need to get going."

I left Val and Paul fucking away.

I had to ask one of the cleaning staff to let me back into my room.

Val had told me earlier that although the room was booked for the whole week, they were not going to be there for a few days, but would be back towards the end of the week.

The next few days went by very slowly, I missed Val, and I missed getting my cock into her. Val had sent me some pictures to my phone. She said the images of her cream-pie were the ones of my doing. I jerked off to those on several occasions. 

During the middle of the week I had a free morning so I had a lay in. The meeting was not due to start till the afternoon, but I knew it would go on till late. And it did, it was nine thirty when I parked up in the hotel car park. I walked to the front entrance and as I looked at my phone a text message was on it. 

It was from Val, "We're back, bring two bottles of champagne up. Use the key card to let yourself in."

I thought two bottles? They must be thirsty.

I went to the bar and got the champagne, I went to my room first to shower and rejuvenate myself. I didn't bother with any clothes, I only put the robe on, grabbed the bottles and the key card, and that time I remembered to take mine as well. 

I got to the door and almost thought I should knock before I entered, it seemed rude not to. But then I was instructed by Val to let myself in. So I did; I went in and immediately was hit by the aroma of sex that filled the room, soft moans, female. I could not see the bed as it was around the corner from the short entry corridor. 

I paced softly through barefoot and it became apparent that there was another female in the room apart from the familiar cries of pleasure from Val. I got to the corner and put my head around to look. 

I was right, I felt like an intruder, a fly on the wall. I saw a black man raised above Val; he had his arms and legs stretched out so that their bodies did not touch. Val had her knees by her head and the most prominent sight was that black man's cock which slid in and out of Val, he was a big fucking bastard, long thick cock, even from where I stood I could see that. He slid in and out, holy shit it was like a piston in an engine.

I knew I had a nice cock at nine inches, but that bastard out did even me.

Next to them were Paul and a quite petite lady, Paul lay on the bed and the lady who was white and had short blond hair, rode Paul.

I thought I should turn around and go. I did not think I was needed there. 

Just as I was about to remove my head from the corner, Val shouted out, "Mike, come in, come in."

None of them stopped what they were doing, but all of them turned to look at me, the black man turned his head nodded to say 'Hi' and then turned back to Val like they were just having a cup of tea.

Paul rose up and said, "Ah good you brought the plonk."

He slapped the lady on her hip and said, "Let's have a drink."

The lady got off and Paul grabbed the ladies' hand and brought her across to me. He grabbed a bottle and said, "This is Lil, Joe's wife, that's Joe over there."

As Paul walked away with a bottle he said, "Lil, say hi to Mike."

Lil was not tall at all she had to look up a long way and then she said, "Hi Mike." She had a very mousy like voice, sweet and high pitched.

She grabbed the cord on my robe and slowly undid the knot and opened the front. I had nothing on and my cock was limp, as I felt inadequate next to her husband. 

She took hold of the other bottle I had and placed it to one side. She went behind me and slipped off my robe from my back. Joe turned around while he still shafted Val, he must have saw how nervous I was stood there, and he said, "Relax buddy, enjoy, Val's told us to be expecting you to come along." He had a really deep gravelly voice. 

Lil took my hand and walked me over to the bed, she pushed me so that I sat on the edge and she dropped to her knees and without any further introduction, she took hold of my still limp cock and started to blow me off. 

I watched Paul as he opened the champagne, just then Val shouted out, "Fuck, fuck, ahh," and the loud pop of the cork off the bottle completed Val's orgasm.

My cock was hard with the help of Lil; she looked up and said, "Nice cock."

I was not sure she actually meant that, her husband was the one in the room with the 'Nice cock,' I thought. 

She spat on it and rubbed it along my shaft; she peeled my foreskin back and spat on the head. She stood and pushed on my chest and said, "Let's start with a ride."

I pushed myself back, exactly where Paul was; Lil came across and straddled over me. She took hold of my cock and guided it into herself as she lowered. Fucking hell, although Paul's cock had been here only moments ago, she was beautifully tight, an exquisite fit for my cock, amazing. 

She took me all in and I was still amazed at her tightness, as she must have had her husband over there the 'Mandingo' in her pussy all day long.

Another cry from Val, "Oh yeah, yes, yes, yes, ahhh."

Val brought her legs down, she slapped Joe lightly with both hands to the side of his hips and said, "Have a break big boy; Fuck, I need one."

Joe retracted his cock, I watched in amazement as it came out of Val's pussy. It was like extracting a long fat rod, inch by inch, and it was never ending. That was a fucking cock, a cock made for fucking with. It was at least a foot long I had never seen one in the flesh, a live foot long cock. And to add insult to injury it was thicker than mine, I thought I was well thick, not long, granted, but I'm thick and that guy was thicker.

Joe got off Val and stood by the bed; Val turned her head to me and gave me a long deep sensual kiss while Lil still rode me, Val said, "Glad you came."

She got off the bed and both Joe and Val walked over to Paul and sat on a sofa. Paul handed out the champagne. 

Lil started to move faster, she came down and lay on top, her head went down the side of mine and she whispered in my ear, "Don't think about his, as I said, you've got a nice cock. Fuck me with it."

She rose back up and slammed down on my cock a few times, then ground her pussy onto my groin. She flicked her hips back and forth with my cock fully in her. And just as she shouted, "Ahh yes, fuck, yes." The light from Paul's camera flashed across our bodies.

Lil rolled off me and lay by my side. Val got up and stood between Joe's legs, with her back to him. She grabbed his spear and stuck it up her, she must have only taken half of him and she started to move up and down on his big cock. Val placed her hands on her slightly bent knees and circled her arse, which made Joe's cock move in and out and in circles as well.

Val called me over and licked my cock; it had Lil's cunt juices on it, Val looked up and said, "She's sweet, isn't she!" then started to suck me off.

In the meantime Paul had put his camera down and was dogging Lil over the side of the bed.

We went on for ages; both Lil and Val went through at least a couple more orgasms each. Then Paul grabbed Lil's arse and blew several loads into Lil's pussy.

Val took my cock out and asked, "You there."

I looked down and said, "Nearly, not quite."

She let go of my cock and said, "Go, blow it in to Lil." 

Lil jumped onto the bed on her back and opened her legs. I went across and slid right into her. Paul's cum dribbled out as my cock went into her. She felt very slippery, she wrapped her legs around my back and I was very close, I grabbed both her tits and fucked her harder and faster. I felt my cock-head getting hotter and hotter. Val shouted out from the other side, "Fuck her Mike, give her your loads as well."

I did, I fucked and fucked her and she hit back hard with her hips and pulled me in tight with her legs. I was there, I buried my cock deep as my hands slipped round to her back and held her tight to me, I let go of a hell of a lot of cum, I blasted five then six loads, holy shit it felt great. 

Paul took pictures of us both from all angles. I withdrew and Paul took pictures of Lil's double cream-pie.

I sat on the bed and looked across to Val and Joe, then Joe said, "Come on Val let's get this done."

Val stepped away from Joe's cock and Joe got up and lay on the floor. Val jumped straight onto him and I could not believe she actually got all his cock into her, lucky bastard, and lucky Val as well.

They started slow but very quickly picked up the pace and fucked in frenzy. Paul that time had the camera set to record video and captured the whole event of his wife being fucked and fucked to orgasm by that mighty black cock.

Val had another orgasm she shouted out and slapped on Joe's chest. And then Joe grabbed Val's hips and rammed his cock up high, he lifted his arse high above the floor and took Val with him. He must have blown an enormous load, I saw it ooze out of Val's pussy as he pumped again and again, Val shouted out, "Fuck, that feels great, more, blow it all fuck yeahh."

I went and helped Val off of Joe's cock and we all then sat around on the sofa, there was not enough seating for all of us on the sofa, so Lil sat on my lap with her legs outstretched over Paul. Val sat on Joe with her legs over the end on the sofa. We all had a drink of the bubbly stuff. We needed the respite. 

That's when Val told me that it was Joe and Lil they were waiting for the other day, but had problems with their car and that's why they could not make it.

We sat and chatted more and then Val took Lil over to the bed and had a girly session. We boys watched the girls, they licked and sucked cum out of each other and then kissed while they fingered one another's pussies. 

They spread some cum on to their tits and rubbed them together and then performed a scissors act for us lads. Paul took more pictures.

We did have another fuck session, and that time I wanted Val and I told the others that too. So I ended up exclusively with Val till I blasted my cum into her delightful pussy. 

Lil fucked Paul and blew off her husband and at the end of that, cum was everywhere, all over the bed and us. 

We had another two nights like that. I was amazed I could concentrate at my meetings.

And then when we got home...

Well that's another story.