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A Fantasy Fulfilled

By: frustratedpoodle



She was wearing a tight tank top that showed the lace of her bra and deep, creamy cleavage, a pair of cut off shorts riding high on her slender legs. An ivory pale redhead, and a rare beauty, Lila was a woman that I had found myself attracted to before, but now, in that outfit and only smoky brown eyeliner to accentuate amazing green eyes, I wondered if Greg, my husband, could see through me to know that looking at our friend sitting there on the couch was getting me wet.

We were drinking wine and making small talk, just as we had done a few times before, but there was a different charge in the air tonight, and I found my mind drifting toward pushing back Lila's auburn locks and spraying wet kisses down her throat while Greg watched. The way he was looking at me, half amused and questioning, told me that he was well aware of what I was thinking and that he liked it. We had always talked about having a three way experience if the situation were right, and it seemed so now, even with the way Lila leaned close to me when she spoke, but I dared not make the first move. Apparently, I did not need to.

Her small hand settled on my thigh, giving a squeeze as she said, completely out of context, "You know, Kate, you are one of the prettiest girls I know." As I turned my head to reply, her lips caught mine and I found myself engaged in a wet kiss, our tongues battling one another as her hand drifted up my leg, skipping the growing wetness in the seat of my sweats, her fingers cupping my breast and squeezing a nipple through the material of my own yellow tank top. I moaned, barely believing what was happening. Stealing a glance at Greg, I saw him on the other couch, legs slightly parted as he fondled the growing bulge in his shorts. 

Trembling fingers pulled the front of my shirt down, and tenderly, Lila pulled my breasts from the constraints of my bra, leaving them propped up, by the underwire, my nipples rigid. Her mouth moved down to suck at each nipple and as I met my husband's eyes, his stroking slow and wanting as he mouthed the words, "I love you." 

Lila was soon on her knees, pulling down my sweatpants, her fingers finding my soaked pussy and driving two fingers in with little ceremony. I nearly came right then, a little cry leaving my lips as the sensation ebbed and she settled into a slow pumping action. Greg was moving toward us now. Shorts coming down as I moaned, he knelt on the couch beside me, his stiff cock pushing against my lips. I took him into my mouth hungrily, hips pushing against Lila's fingers as she half stood to lick at the glistening member presented to us.

Greg looked as though he might faint, his breath catching as he watched his wife and friend lick and kiss him, Lila's tongue moving over his soft, shaved balls. Her fingers had not left me, and I slammed my hips up to meet each slow stroke. "We need to move this into the bedroom," Greg suggested, half out of breath.

Shakily, the three of us did just that, stripping down to nothing as we went.

Greg sat propped back against the headboard, several pillows behind him as both Lila and I crawled up in between his legs, continuing the barrage of kisses and slow licking. We paused only to kiss one another before I backed away, taking up a handful of Lila's fiery hair and pushing her mouth completely down over his cock. "Suck it," I whispered, surprised at the demand in my tone. "Suck it and get up on your knees."

Lila moaned, taking the full shaft down her throat. Greg held her there as I slid back behind her. She was on her knees, ass arched back and up to expose soft, pink folds and a small, puckered little hole. I grabbed each cheek of her perfect ass and licked her once from clit to asshole, the taste of woman for the first time in my mouth and causing me to shudder. I let my tongue linger on her little asshole, spreading those cheeks as far as I could as I worked my tongue in. Lila lifted her head only for a second to beg me in a muffled tone that I never stop. My fingers drifted from one cheek to slip between her legs, and I began to rub her clit slow. 

"You're going to let me watch Greg fuck you in the ass," I informed breathily, and his eyes grew wide as he pushed Lila's head down on him again.

"Just like that. Suck it hard," he told her. "Get it all wet for me...just like that."

I pulled my tongue from her ass, gazing at them for a long moment as my fingers slipped deep into her pussy, the warmth amazing to me. My own pussy was so wet that I could feel the stickiness down my inner thighs. I wanted them both so bad. I wanted to watch his cock pumping in and out of her ass. I wanted it all.

Feeling a frantic build up within, I moved my fingers from her crotch, sliding them up, two wet digits sliding into her asshole. She moaned loudly, but never stopped sucking that cock, her hips gyrating to push back. She wanted it. She was ready for it. "Tell me you want a cock up your ass, Lila. Tell us."

Greg pulled her head up by the hair, making her meet his eyes. She was out of breath, groaning as my fingers moved faster, sliding almost completely out of her ass and back again, down to the knuckle. I found myself fucking her ass hard, my other hand fucking that inviting pussy with four fingers. She was writhing, her voice cracking as she cried out, "Fuck my ass, Greg. Fuck it with that wet, hard cock. C'mon!" Hearing her beg that way brought me damn near to the edge of orgasm.

It was all we needed for Greg to move around to where I was positioned. I slid over to one side of her, holding her round cheeks open for him. 

It amazed me how easily his cock pushed into her asshole. Spitting down the crack of her ass and using one hand to rub her clit, I moaned as Greg's cock slid in, beginning a slow fuck that had Lila moaning so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear, but I didn't care. It was such a sight I had to simply watch, licking my wet fingers, my other hand finding my own pussy and slowly feeling it. Lila was about to come, and her body went briefly rigid before the spasms came, breathless as she begged Greg to slam that cock into her ass. I was still fingering myself when I shoved my fingers back into her pussy, each contraction squeezing around them as the wetness came down. 

Greg pulled out, nearly having come himself, his eyes wide and glazed. Both of them looked to me as if to say it was my turn, and before I could do or say anything, Lila was pushing me down onto my back, her fingers back in my wet hole as she sucked playfully on my clit. "It's your turn to get fucked now," she murmured against the wet folds of skin. She moved away, sitting to the side as Greg mounted me.

He slammed into me, and my legs came up onto his shoulders as I cried out. Lila was stroking my clit, alternating between painfully slow and maddeningly quick, her other hand on my tits, pinching my nipples and pulling at them. It was all too much, and the orgasm ripped through me with delicious violence. Greg barely controlled himself enough to pull out. They weren't done with me yet. 

He pulled me on top of him, his cock lodged deep into me, Lila's hands roaming over my ass as I rode him. Her fingers played over my asshole, my fingers wet with her cum sliding into her mouth as she sucked them clean. I felt a finger push up into my ass, and I nearly came again. Lila moved behind us, her tongue gentle on Greg's balls as her finger slid into my asshole in perfect rhythm with the dick that invaded my pussy. Greg was fondling my tits when I came again, his voice far away. "I've got to come on you both. Let me come on your pretty faces."

He pulled me off him and Lila's finger, and the two of us crawled up between his legs as he stroked his glistening cock. Spurts of white splashed our faces and necks, a gob flying into Lila's mouth. She kissed me, the taste of salty cum on her tongue. 

A fantasy fulfilled at last.

A Fantasy Fulfilled



It is a beautiful summer's evening; a few clouds combined with a light cool wind, which gives some relief from the sweltering daytime we have been enduring. I step lightly on the garden path towards Allan's house, nervously checking my teeth, my hair, and straightening my blouse. Did I put on too much perfume? Not enough? I don't know why I get so nervous each time I visit him, if only for the few moments it takes him to answer the door. 

I reach his doorway, and ring the doorbell. I hear his footsteps on the stairs inside, a slight pause, and the door opens. He greets me with his usual warm smile and greeting.

"Hey, baby." Allan says, motioning for me to come in. Once I am inside, he puts his arms around my waist and says, "Mmm, you look very good. Too bad you won't be wearing that for much longer."

I act surprised, but I am not. It's the game we play. However, I didn't know what was in store for me that evening.

He leads me down the stairs where the door is closed. When we reach the bottom landing, he turns to face me, with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Close your eyes, baby." 

I close my eyes and feel him come up to me, rubbing his hands along my ass, lifting my skirt and touching the bare skin underneath. He reaches around to my pussy, gently separating the lips and sliding his fingers against my clit as he kisses a trail from my neck to my ears and back again. He pauses, leans away for a moment, then I feel the coolness of fabric being tied around my eyes. 

"This is to make sure you don't peek."

Blindfolded, I reach for him, and he kisses me deeply, tongues entwining. He slides my blouse off my shoulders, and unzips my skirt. It falls to the floor soon to be joined by my bra. He leans down and takes my breast in his mouth, while stroking and roughly playing with the other one. Moaning, I put my hand behind his head and pull him closer. 

He takes me by the hand, and leads me into his suite. He takes me to the middle of the room, where he tells me to sit down. Beneath me, I feel the cushions of his futon. Allan gently leans me back so I am lying completely on my back. He leans over me, lifts my right arm and fastens it to the futon railing with a piece of smooth, silky fabric. He does the same for my left arm, and then to each of my legs. 

This has been my fantasy for as long as I can remember, and one that Allan and I talk about whenever we make love. Never did I think it would actually become a reality, just something erotic to fantasize about while we were feverishly fucking each other. Allan has a vivid imagination and a sex drive to match, so our sessions were never boring. 

My legs are shaking from anticipation; my heart is pounding louder than the music playing on the stereo. I arch my back trying to feel his skin against mine, but he is too far away. 

"Honey?" I call. I want to feel him. 

"Be patient – or you won't get your present." I hear him say from across the room. I can't quite gauge where he is. I hear running water, footsteps. Then, the only thing I can hear is the sound of my heart beating, my rapid breath and the music, still softly playing on the stereo. 

Every minute seems to tick by so slowly, as my anticipation swells. I feel myself start to ache, craving his kiss, his touch, and his lips to devour my ache. Finally, when I can wait no longer, a moan escapes my lips.

I feel him sit on the bed beside me. He roughly grabs my right breast in his mouth, and sucks so exquisitely hard that it makes me squirm. His left hand is pulling and tugging on my left nipple, bringing me such intense pleasure-pain combination that I cannot help but moan and groan to each twist and bite. Suddenly, he pulls away. I feel his fingers and hands on my pussy, dripping wet with anticipation and desire.

He removed his fingers, much to my dismay, and I feel him shift his weight on the bed. I again feel his fingers reaching, and probing into my pussy, when I feel something else as well. The room is filled with the electric hum of a razor.

I squirm in my ties, wondering yet knowing what he is up to. My pussy is always shaved very close, but I think to myself that he must want it to be closer. And closer it is. I feel him gently bring the razor carefully back and forth on my pussy lips, gently pulling and moving to get all the hair out of the way. The sensation of the electric razor and the erotic ness of him shaving me almost push me over the edge. I am careful not to move, but I need him, pounding his cock into me, now. 

Satisfied with his shave job, Allan gently strokes my pussy with a cool, damp facecloth. I arch my pussy closer to him, desiring him to take me. He patiently finishes wiping my pussy free of any stray hairs, rubs it a few extra times to entice a moan from me, and gets up from the bed. 

For a few more anguishing moments, I am left alone. All I can think about is how much I want him on top of me, driving his cock deep inside my pussy. 

At last I feel his weight on the bed. He moves between my spread legs and his cock slides easily into my slippery pussy. The feeling is absolutely exquisite as he thrusts his hips deep into me, so I feel the full length of his cock. He starts slowly teasing me with the head of his cock, then driving himself so deeply in that we are one. I cannot handle much more, and sensing this, Allan lifts himself to his knees, continues to drive his cock into me, while rubbing his fingers on my clit. I climax powerfully, and immediately. "Oh Baby, I love feeling you come on my cock." Allan says as he continues to rhythmically slide his cock in and out of my pussy. He leans down upon me, kissing and sucking my breasts. I am aching to free my legs from their bounded state so I can wrap them around him. He reaches down again to rub his fingers against my clit, bringing me to orgasm again within seconds. 

With my pussy still vibrating from the orgasm, he drives his cock deep into me, keeping his thumb on my clit. The divine sensation of having his cock rocking in and out of me and the pressure of his thumb cause a sensory overload, and I squirm in sheer pleasure from his touch. 

"Baby, I am going to count down from 10. You cannot come before I get to zero, or after, you must come when I say zero." Allan says.

"Ten...nine...eight," Each time he says a number, Allan drives his cock deeper into my pussy. 

"Seven...six...five," I don't think I will be able to hold off until he gets to zero, my body is screaming in pleasure. 

"Four...three...two," Allan grunts the last one out, and I can tell his orgasm is as imminent as mine. 

"One..." 

"Zero..." With the sound of the word, Allan and I moan as one, as our climaxes intertwine with each others. 

He gently removed his thumb from my clit, which is twitching with sensation. His lips touch mine, and his tongue probes for my own. He kisses his way down my neck, stopping at my breasts, continuing slowly down to my dripping pussy. He gently flicks the swollenness of my mound, lightly blowing on it, sending tingles down my spine.

He moves so he is straddling my head. His still-hard cock teases my lips, searching for the warm embrace of my mouth. My tongue twirls around the head of it, drawing it into the depths of my mouth. His tongue still dances on and around my clit, sending shivers and pleasure jolts over my body as he slowly starts fucking my mouth. 

I can taste myself on his cock as he drives it deeper and deeper into my mouth, as I am sure he can taste his come as he devours my pussy with his mouth. The thought of that drives me closer to another orgasm. I push my hips up and he grabs my clit in his mouth and sucks and flicks simultaneously bringing me to an instant orgasm that I can feel from head-to-toe. 

"I am going to untie you, baby. But, you have to do exactly what I say – and the blindfold stays on." Allen says. He stops his delicious stroking of my pussy to untie my legs and arms from their bound state. "I want you to roll over onto your stomach, with your beautiful ass in the air." 

I do as I am told, and within seconds, Allan grabs my hips and starts pounding his cock deep into my pussy. He drives me with such force, that the futon is creaking and moaning as loud as I am. Each drive into me is hotter and wetter than the last. His moans tell me that his climax is soon to come.

Allan grabs my ass and pulls me deep onto him and I can feel his come pulsating into my depths. He gently slides his cock in and out a few more times, and with a moan, pulls out of my dripping pussy. 

He removes the blindfold and I fit my body into his, my back facing his front. He gently rubs his cock against my wet pussy, and in between my ass cheeks, while reaching a hand to my clit and pussy. We rock together in unison until once more we both come. Finally spent and satisfied, we fall asleep. 



A Fantasy fulfilled



Obviously, this story isn't based on any facts that I know of. However much I might want to see Trish Stratus behave like this, chances are she doesn't. Disappointing I know, but sometimes we have to live in the real world. Regardless of the accuracy of the story, this should not be read by anyone under 18 (or whatever the legal age is in your country) or anyone that might actually be deluded enough to believe that this is anything other than pure fantasy.

Enjoy.

*****

October 19th 2004. Taboo Tuesday, Vince's attempts at a mid-week Pay-per-view. I couldn't give a shit really, all that mattered to me was after the show I had an appointment with Trish Stratus.

I love my job.

***

To be honest, I loved fucking every one of the Divas. They were always asking me who I liked best, who gave the best head etc. The semi-friendly rivalry amongst the girls was great for me as they each tried to please me that little bit more than the others.

Tonight was different. The concept of Taboo Tuesday was that the audience voted on various stipulations and for the sluts this meant a "Fulfil your fantasy" Battle Royale dressed as schoolgirls.

When I saw Trish I knew I was gonna be having a great time later; her outfit was amazing. She was wearing a red and white checked, pleated dress that was deliberately too small for her at both ends. Her little, virginal white panties clearly visible underneath the skirt and her enormous tits pushed into a tremendous cleavage that would be the subject of millions of jerk-off fantasies that night. She had an intentionally too small white shirt that, because of her big, plastic tits, couldn't be buttoned and instead was tied at the bottom. Completing the outfit was a pair of thigh-high white stockings hugging her fit legs with pink silk bow garters at the top and some white trainers. To top off the perfect schoolgirl-slut look were two pigtails in her perfectly styled blonde hair.

I love my job.

***

"OH GOD! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!" Trish screamed as I drove my huge dick into her dripping snatch again. I struggled to keep hold on her bucking hips as she pushed back onto my throbbing pole in an attempt to cram as much meat into her tight, wet cunt as she could. Leaving one hand on the midriff of her pleated skirt I lightly slapped her toned ass in time with my plunges.

"Take it all you fucking slut!" I leered. She'd been all over me as soon as I walked into her dressing room; my shirt had been unbuttoned and my shoes, pants and boxers swiftly removed with very little small talk. I knew her sweet pussy would already be damp from just thinking about the brutal fucking she knew she'd be getting. So I'd wasted no time in ripping down her panties and sticking a couple of thick fingers up her dripping snatch to get her fully prepared and gushing. What she really wanted was cock so I'd pushed her over the table and was now watching my cock repeatedly disappear inside her as I fucked her hard from behind.

"OH FUCK!" She panted, "YOU'RE SO BIG! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"

"You know it bitch!" I sneered, grabbing her hips again and jackhammering her pussy with vicious force. The table she was bent over scraped across the floor a short distance and I could see her knuckles turning white because of the death grip she had on the edge.

"HARDER! PLEASE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD!" Trish howled as she came hard on my fat cock; a flood of cunt juices flowed down my bloated prick. Controlling the pace of our fucking was almost impossible as Trish pumped wildly against my crotch. "OH GOD YES!!!" She shouted into the table; I grinned as I thought about how the entire arena must be hearing her cum.

"Cum for me bitch!" I took my right hand off her thrusting hip and grabbed one of her pigtails; her hair far messier and more tangled than it was before I started screwing the blonde slut. I pulled her head back quickly and demanded, "Tell me how good that feels".

"OH GOD! YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD! IT'S SO BIG AND HARD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOODDDD!" With that mighty bellow, Trish climaxed and slumped over the table mumbling incoherent noises of bliss while her pumping hips slowed and reduced in their intensity. I continued plunging my aching prick into her sopping cunt, her screams of pleasure subsiding sufficiently so they no longer drowned out the muted squelching of my sturdy thrusts.

"Don't fucking stop bitch!" I growled, yanking on her pigtail, "I haven't cum yet!" I continued slamming my stiff cock deep inside her dripping hole and felt her entire body quivering in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Uhhhh" Trish purred softly, gyrating her hips. "Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me and cum inside me." I could feel my own orgasm approaching as I fucked the hot wrestling diva from behind and I pulled my aching prick from Trish's sopping cunt. "No," she pleaded, "please fuck me. Please!"

"Turn around bitch!" I commanded, holding my throbbing cock in one hand and pulling on Trish's hair with the other while I took a step back. She stood up and I noticed the juices running down the inside of her tanned legs and soaking the tops of her white thigh-high stockings. The short pleated skirt did little to hide her juicy snatch but by some miracle Trish's big fake breasts had managed to stay inside the dress. The small white shirt, that she'd been intentionally unable to button because of her gigantic tits, had been tied at the bottom and become undone and seemed to hang loosely off her shoulders. Her little white panties were still bunched around one trainer-clad foot. She sat on the edge of the table and spread her legs either side of me. "Get those out." I ordered, nodding at her vast cleavage.

"You wanna fuck my big tits again baby?" Trish asked coyly, biting her bottom lip. She smiled and slowly pulled down the hem of her dress, freeing her perfect suntanned orbs. "I love it when you stick your massive cock between them; it feels so good and stiff." She looked me straight in the eyes and palmed her huge tits and pushed them together, highlighting the wondrous seal she could make. I leant in as if to kiss her without releasing my grip on her hair and Trish closed her eyes and tried to kiss me back. I hovered close to her, feeling her breath on my face and taking my hand off my cock I rudely shoved two fingers deep into her snatch. 

"Aahhhhh..." Trish moaned in pleasure as I removed my fingers as abruptly as I'd inserted them. I pulled my head back from hers and poked my cum-drenched digits in her face. Almost without thinking, Trish opened her mouth and seductively licked her own pussy juices from my fingers.

"Fucking slut." I sneered, "If I wanna fuck your big plastic tits then I'll fuck them." Wrenching on her cute little pigtail I dragged her off the table to her knees; she didn't once complain, she enjoyed being abused like the cock-loving slut she was. I knew that if she was going to protest about anything it would have been that I hadn't brought anyone else along this time; I'd seen this whore take on a whole group of guys and still beg for more cock to stuff her eager holes. "Tell me how much you wanna suck it."

"Please let me suck you off." She pleaded, "I wanna suck your big cock 'til you cum down my throat." I looked down at Trish Stratus kneeling on the grubby locker-room floor with her bouncy, false tits sitting perfectly on her healthy frame; she wasn't looking at my face because she seemed completely transfixed by the rock-hard 10-inch prick waving I her face. She began kissing the engorged head of my cock and in between her sloppy ministrations she was telling me how big and hard I was and how she loved it when I fucked her.

"Get on with it slut!" I insisted wearily and thrust my hips forward, burying most of my cock in her mouth. Trish ravaged my prick like a professional hooker, after the hard fucking I'd just given her we both knew it wouldn't long before I shot my load. I glanced down at her and smirked as I enjoyed watching her skilful performance; her soft lips and manicured hands expertly bringing me to orgasm. "Fucking cock-sucking bitch!" Trish looked up at me with her large, hazel eyes and smiled around my prick. "You like having a dick down your throat?"

"Mmpphh" Trish mumbled in the affirmative. I gripped a pigtail in each hand but didn't exert any force; Trish was busy doing all the work. I felt the cum boiling in my balls and without warning her I started ramming my cock into her mouth with as much energy as I'd fucked her pussy moments earlier. After an initial squeal of surprise, coupled with her eyes bulging momentarily in fear, Trish quickly adjusted to the brutal face-fucking she was receiving; she wasn't a beginner at this.

"Fuck Trish! I'm gonna cum!" I announced after just a few seconds. I took a couple of steps back quickly and left Trish kneeling there panting heavily anticipating my next move. "Uurrrrrr!" I groaned as I tugged on my throbbing dick and aimed it at the big-titted whore.

"Yeah baby. Cum on my face!" Trish begged as the first wad of my creamy jizz blasted her slutty face. "I love being your slut! Gimme some more, please!" A few seconds later I was spent, having sprayed several more loads of gooey cum on Trish's face; one landed on her chin and the last barely had any force behind it but still managed to leave a sticky rope over the top of her inflated left breast.

I buttoned up my shirt and recovered my boxers, pants and shoes. While I was doing this, Trish remained crouched on the floor slowly playing with her clit and groaning softly in the blissful warmth of our fuck session.

"Wait!" Trish came to life as I turned towards the locker-room door to leave. "You haven't fucked my ass yet!" She announced, sounding disappointed.

"Sorry babe, I gotta go fuck Kiebler." And with that I left without saying another word.

Outside in the corridor, several male wrestlers were milling about, trying but failing to disguise the fact that they'd been listening at the door; I grinned and headed towards Stacy's changing room. I knew full well Trish wouldn't be alone for long and would probably get gang-banged before the night was out. The little slut could have all the cock in the world but she'd still be sending me messages begging me to fuck her hard by tomorrow. All the WWE bitches were only good for fucking and I loved screwing every single one of them. As for Trish, the hard-bodied bimbo slut had had her turn for now and it didn't matter to her that I was booked for the other whore divas all week but that just meant she'd be aching for a good hard fucking by next week's RAW. 

I love my job. 



A Fantasy Fulfilled



For some reason when we were married, my ex-wife had a fantasy about seeing me get fucked by another man. I'm not sure why a woman would fantasize about this - it seems a little odd to me. She's the only woman I've ever known who shared a fantasy of this type with me. I'm not gay or bisexual, and have no interest in having sex with a man. But she fantasized about it sometimes. Maybe it was because I wanted her ass and she thought I should have the experience of having a dick in mine. I don't know. But one day I gave her a small taste of her fantasy....

No, I didn't fuck a man. Here's what happened:

We were home alone in the afternoon. Her daughter was gone for the day. I began to get horny and told her I wanted her. I decided to do something different that day and see if it turned her on.

We went into the bedroom and got naked. She had a great body. She was about 5'1", small boned, thin with great, large tits and big, silver dollar nipples. God, she had amazing nipples.

I told her I was going to give her a fantasy. I told her to get out her dildo, the small one. It was about as big around as my index finger and about four inches long. Without telling her what I was doing, I got out the KY and put some on the dildo. I handed it to her and asked "How would you like to fuck my ass?" She was beside herself with desire.

I put a generous amount of KY on my virgin asshole and got on all fours on the bed. She turned the vibrator on and slowly, gently began inserting it in my ass. While I still don't want a hard dick in there, I have to admit the sensation was far from unpleasant. The dildo was small and didn't really hurt more than a little, although it was strange to feel something that hard going into my asshole. She had put her finger in there before but her fingers are even smaller than the dildo and didn't bother me at all.

Anyway, once it was in she began moving it in and out, "fucking" me with it. My dick was getting hard from the sensation and the thought of my wife fucking my ass. She reached around and grabbed my growing hard-on and began stroking it. The realization of what she was doing was really turning her on as evidenced by her comment, "God, this is a rush!"

Tracy stroked my dick with her right hand as she "fucked" my ass with the dildo in her left. She moved it in and out, pretending it was a dick. She was getting more and more turned on by the minute. As was I. Although I had my trepidations about getting fucked in the ass, knowing it was my wife doing it was enough to make me comfortable to enjoy it.

After a little while I could feel the wonderful flutter of an orgasm building up inside me. I told her I was going to cum soon and she began stroking me faster, at both ends. The dildo was sliding in and out of my ass like I wanted to do to her with my dick, and her hand was pumping me furiously. Finally, I could take it no more and I erupted violently and showered the bed with my cum. It seemed like I spurted a gallon of my love fluid - I was that excited. As it slowed it dripped and ran onto her hand, making it slippery and adding to the sensation of her stroking and pumping my dick.

When I was spent, she turned off the vibrator and eased it from my ass. "God, that was a rush!" she said again. "I'm really turned on! Now it's my turn!"

I layed her down on the bed on her back. Since my dick was pretty much useless by then, I resorted to my other love organ and sank my tongue into her dripping pussy. I licked her juices from her lips and inner thighs and tongued her clit. She tasted wonderful (she always did) and I drank her pussy fluids hungrily. It didn't take long before she was moaning and shaking from her own intense orgasm. Tracy has great orgasms. When it hits her, her entire body tightens up and she shakes like she's having a seizure for about 5 seconds. When I would fuck her with her on top it was incredible to watch. When the orgasm would take her she would freeze, then convulse for those few seconds before she just collapsed. What a sight!

I grabbed another dildo (Women always seem to have more than one, don't they?) and inserted it deep into her pussy. Since I couldn't fuck her with my spent dick, I fucked her with her toy. Needless to say, it sufficed and she came again while I pumped it in and out of her.

No other woman has ever had my ass with more than just a finger or tongue. I have to admit, I wouldn't mind having that experience again someday. Like I said, I'm not gay and no man will ever fuck me. But I would let a woman I trust have her way with my ass again if she wanted. Next time maybe I'll lay on my back, put my legs in the air and let her insert a dildo, then watch her suck my dick while she "fucks" me. Sounds interesting. I even have someone in mind - she just doesn't know it yet.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



Here is one of my favourite submissive gay fantasies –

I'd been in touch with this guy over the internet and he'd told me to come over to his house one evening. I find myself ringing his doorbell at the arranged time, not knowing quite what to expect. The door is answered by a handsome, well-built guy, who invites me in. I walk in to a large well-appointed living room where a slightly older man is already sat, relaxing in one of a pair of leather armchairs, watching me enter. I am a little taken aback; I was only expecting one man.

"Good evening," he says. "You're right on time. I do appreciate punctuality. I'm Peter, and this is Stephen." He indicates the man who had opened the door as he walks past me to take a seat in the vacant chair. "He called round earlier and I invited him to stay. I take it that's okay." I get the impression that this isn't a question and say nothing.

"Come over here," he says, apparently taking my silence as a sign of consent and beckons me closer.

I walk over to the centre of the room and stand facing him. He takes his time looking me up and down, and I can see Stephen out of the corner of my eye doing the same. It is a warm summer evening and I am dressed casually in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, with a pair of sandals on my feet. I am not in the best shape, but they seem happy with what they see.

Peter smiles at me. "Take off your shirt," he says. I unbutton it and slip it off, letting it fall to the floor. "Your shoes, too." I bend down and remove my sandals, before standing back up again. The luxuriant carpet feels good between my toes. "Now your trousers," he continues. I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my jeans. I push them down to the floor, and step forward out of them. I am now stood right in front of Peter as I straighten back up, wearing only my shorts, and his smile broadens.

"Excellent! I also appreciate a man who does what he's told. I can see we're going to have a splendid evening. Don't you agree, Stephen?" Stephen merely smiles and nods.

"Take your underwear off too. I want to get a proper look at you." I slide my shorts down and step out of them. My cock stiffens slightly at the sudden exposure and Peter takes his time looking up and down my naked body. Without a word, Stephen stands up, gathers my clothes together and walks out of the room with them. I am now standing naked, being examined by a total stranger, and I can feel myself becoming more aroused by the moment. I can still feel Peter's eyes feasting on me, and my penis begins to stretch out to its full nine inches.

"You have a truly magnificent cock," he says at last, breaking the silence, as Stephen re-enters the room. He is carrying a plastic bag, although I can't tell what is in it. He places the bag on the floor and takes his place back in the armchair.

"Turn around," Peter instructs, and I slowly turn and face the opposite direction. As I do, Steven reaches into the bag and I catch a glimpse of a black dildo. I hear him stand up behind me and I give a slight gasp as he places an eye-mask over my face blindfolding me completely. I feel his hands travel gently down my back and onto my buttocks, where they pause for a moment, caressing my skin. His hands leave me and I hear the bag being opened, then a bottle being unscrewed. A moment later, his hands are back on me again only now the fingers feel oiled as they trace their way smoothly down between my arse-cheeks.

"Get on your knees," he orders, removing his hands again, and I sink obediently to the floor. A hand on top of my head pushes me forward until I'm resting on all fours. I give a slight involuntary shiver as oil is drizzled onto my arse, and I feel it run down over my puckered sphincter. His fingers are on me again, massaging the oil into my tender opening. The muscle starts to relax as he gradually moves inside, probing deeper with each stroke. He slides a second finger in and I am aware that I am rocking back slightly to meet his strokes as he goes deeper still. Soon I can feel the tips of his fingers bumping against my prostate and a slight moan escapes me.

"You like that, don't you?" Peter chuckles. "Let's see how you get on with something a little bigger." He slips his fingers out of me and immediately I feel the tip of the dildo nuzzling up against my anus. I try to relax my muscles as it pushes its way inside me. My God, it must be huge I think, as I can feel myself stretching to take it in. It forces its way inexorably deeper until it comes to a point where it seems to be able to go no further. I think there must be at least ten inches of it inside me and I can feel my passage straining to accommodate it. It starts to move in and out, slowly at first, but gradually increasing speed. The pain is quickly forgotten as the pleasure starts to build inside me. Suddenly, with an extra thrust, it pushes through the barrier and moves some two or three inches further in, filling me completely. I can feel the base of the dildo pressing against my ring and my insides feel about to split apart as it pauses for a second, before resuming its previous rhythm.

Something nudges my face by my cheek. One of the men, I don't know which, has clearly moved around in front of me. Instinctively I turn my head toward them and open my mouth. My lips close around an engorged cockhead, and I can taste the salty precum on my tongue as it pushes inside. The dildo is still pounding my arse remorselessly as I reach up with my hand to grab the base of the prick assaulting my face. I pump it in time with the phallus ramming me from behind. After only a few seconds I hear the person in front of me groan and the cock in my mouth starts to twitch as his orgasm approaches. Suddenly my mouth is filled with spurt after spurt of hot cum. I swallow greedily, but there is too much and some of it escapes and spills down my chin. I keep wanking him until I have extracted every last drop with my tongue.

The dildo stops its thrusting, but remains buried deep inside me as the shaft in my mouth is withdrawn, and I am lifted off my knees and lain on my back on what feels like a padded bench. The dildo is finally removed and I try to catch my breath for a second. I don't get long to rest though, as the dildo is quickly replaced by another stiff prick slipping easily into my gaping hole. The man inside me soon moves into a powerful rhythm and I can feel his balls slapping into me with each stroke.

Suddenly the doorbell rings, startling me, but the man between my thighs keeps on pounding me regardless. Peter says "That'll be the others arriving," and I hear him walk off to answer the door. I begin to wonder just how many people I will be fucked by tonight, as I hear more people entering the room. I try to picture what I must look like to these new arrivals, sprawled on my back, Peter's spunk drying on my chin, with Stephen hammering his cock into my arse. Judging by the cheers I hear, they find the scene to their approval, and I can make out the sounds of clothing being quickly shed.

Very soon I can feel them clustering around me and I quickly have a rapidly hardening cock thrust into each hand and another in my mouth. Stephen groans and pulls out of my arse as he cums. I feel the first jet hit me on the chest, the next two land across my stomach, and the last few splatter all over my own cock and balls. He gets up and is quickly replaced between my legs by another raging hard-on, eager to sample my willing hole. This one feels enormous as it goes in, nearly as big as the monster dildo I was buggered with earlier.

The cock in my mouth is being wanked furiously as I increase the tempo on the ones in my hands. Soon another load is deposited in my open mouth, although most of it sprays over my face. While I'm licking it clean I feel the guy with the massive chopper up my arse spasm deep inside me as he fills me with his spunk.

The rest of the evening becomes something of a blur as I am fucked by all the guys, some of them twice, and there is a constant procession of cocks waiting to be licked and sucked. The evening finishes with all of them wanking themselves off together over my face and open mouth. They all manage to cum at about the same time, and I nearly drown in the torrent of spunk gushing into my mouth and down my throat.

I lie back, completely exhausted, and rest while I listen to the other guys get dressed, all the while talking to each other about the evening's entertainment. I am utterly drained, and while I listen I drift off.

When I awake, I open my eyes and discover that the blindfold has been removed. Peter is kneeling over me, cleaning my body with a damp cloth. My cock gets hard as he cleans it. He smiles at me and gives me a long luxurious blow-job until I explode in his mouth, draining my aching balls.

I get dressed and thank him for an interesting evening. "Perhaps we can do it again some time," he says to me.

"Perhaps," I reply.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



The two people know who they are.

They had only been chatting about it for a little over five minutes and already Jonathan could sense her reluctance. One moment she was so certain and the next all her insecurities forced their way forward again. He wasn't confident either and her tentativeness only tempted him to leave things just as they were. He didn't want to spoil anything but knew the chance for them to take things further was too good to miss and purposely he put the ball firmly in her court.

Jonathan: You can't keep changing your mind, Kate. It has to be something we both decide to do and then stick with; you know that. I'm not about to force you into anything but I really do want to be with you.

There was a pause he tried to ignore.

Kate: Yes, ok, yes I'm sure. We've talked about it on and off for almost three months; I really want to do this too.

Jonathan: I'll make the arrangements. It's going to be wonderful but however much I want to be with you I can't make your decision for you, you understand that don't you? 

Kate: Yes, I know, it's just ... I don't want to spoil what we have; do you think that'll happen?

His fingers flew over the keyboard as he thought about all the things the two of them had discussed from one end of the country to the other. 

Jonathan: No I don't, not if we don't want it to. Like you said we've talked a lot and I hope from that you know me well enough to realize I won't force you to do anything.

Kate: I do, it's not you, it's me, it's always been me and my insecurities, you know that. I still can't understand what it is you see in me.

They had exchanged photos the first time they 'met' six months earlier and Jonathan thought she was beautiful. Since then their conversations had been getting steamier and steamier. 

Recently divorced, Kate had wandered into a chat room he frequented. They had struck up a conversation on her second visit and had soon moved on to private chats on MSN.

At first she had been shy, the messages stilted, cautious, but gradually her inhibitions and fears receded. He remembered the first time their words had gotten a little hot, had saved the entire dialogue and read it many times since. 

Kate: Are you still there?

Jonathan: Yeah, I'm sorry; I got distracted thinking about you and what I want to do to you. You're beautiful, hot, and I want to be with you, touch you, kiss you, it's as simple as that.

A blushing smiley appeared on the screen and he laughed.

Kate: Oh you. I'm still worried you're going to be disappointed. Maybe we should keep things just the way they are.

Jonathan: Kate, no! No way, you agreed, please.

His answer was typed almost immediately. Kate could go round and round in circles for hours and he had no intention of letting her do so this time. 

There was silence for a minute or two and, his heart beating a mile a minute, Jonathan waited, wondering what was going through her mind but not having the confidence to ask.

Jonathan: Kate?

Kate: Yes?

The one word showed her hesitancy, she had said once 'why use one word when fifteen will do.' 

Jonathan: Turn on your cam.

He waited, watching for the instruction to appear on the screen, clicked 'accept' and then, after a few seconds of nothingness, she was there her face clouded with anxiety. He sent his own invitation so she could see, however many miles there were between them, that he was there for her.

Jonathan: Please, Kate, let's do this.

He saw her concern but she nodded her head as she began to relax gradually and he breathed a sigh of relief. 

Kate: Ok. Arrange everything, let me know and I promise I'll be there.

Jonathan: You won't regret it, Kate, I'll make sure of it.

Kate: I have to go, but I'll write, ok?

Jonathan: Oh, ok. 

He inserted a sad smiley.

Jonathan: Are you sure you're ok?

Kate: Yes, don't worry. I won't let you down, I promise.

The webcam blinked off and he was alone. Running a hand through his short hair as he let out a deep sigh he began to think. Maybe she was right, he didn't want to hurry her but he had a feeling if they didn't do this now they never would, and a chance at happiness for both of them could be lost. Of course, they might equally decide a one-night stand now and again was all they wanted from each other. 

He ran his hand down to his throbbing cock. She always made him so hard, even if they only talked, and, as he had told her, the chance to be with her, touch her, kiss her, God, he could almost cum just thinking about it.

Clicking on his favourites Jonathan found the hotel he had chosen for their first meeting. Set in acres of beautiful gardens he could imagine them walking out to a deserted bench, sitting to talk, moving closer to each other. They would kiss, slowly, gently at first and then more passionately. She would move her hand over his erection, running her fingers up its length as their kisses continued. Canting his hips would help her touch all of it as his own fingers brushed her breasts, causing them to harden beneath her clothes, making her moan into his mouth.

"Ohhh, fuck, I've got to stop this or I'll never get anywhere booked." He resolutely removed his hand and pushed the images he had created to the back of his mind. It was still early enough for him to put a call through to the hotel and he quickly punched in the number wondering how far in advance their main suites would be booked up.

~*~

Kate's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the scene before her. The hotel, set up on a hill above beautiful gardens, had a turreted section, sweeping horseshoe shaped steps leading up to huge double doors, and an exterior befitting its history as a vital fortress and stronghold.

She had been gazing at the view for just a few minutes when she realized she was no longer alone.

"So, what do you think?" 

"Oh, it's amazing, thank you, Jonathan." She smiled at the man who had come quietly up beside her.

"You are even more beautiful in person." She felt herself being pulled closer to him and then his lips touched hers for the first time and, unable to stop herself, she stiffened slightly. "It's ok. Just relax." His voice was soft, loving and she nodded as he captured her lips once more. This time she melted against him as he gently, tenderly kissed her. 

"Shall we go and announce ourselves then? We can get into the room now." 

Already there was a huskiness in his voice and Kate watched as Jonathan checked his watch before nodding. For the entire train journey she had been certain he wouldn't turn up, wouldn't look as he had in the pictures, or would see her and say 'sorry, I don't want to do this any more'. Even though she had seen him on the webcam her self-esteem was so low she was sure she had been duped.

He took her hand and eased her along the path as she grasped her overnight bag tightly against her, trying to calm her breathing and not spoil anything.

"Good afternoon, Sir, Madam, welcome to the Royale."

"Hi. We have a booking, Mr and Mrs Lyndon."

Kate managed not to gasp, a married couple, she hadn't thought of that. In fact, she now realized, she hadn't thought about the practicalities at all, all she had focussed on was the chances of one of them, probably her, being a disappointment.

"Oh yes, of course, Sir, The Suite Royale." The receptionist smiled at both of them and then handed over an ornate key with a large tag on it.

"Thank you." Jonathan looked at Kate, winking as he did so and she felt herself smile.

"A porter will take your bags. The restaurant begins serving at 7.00 and finishes at 11.00. Enjoy your stay at The Royale." 

A young man, smartly liveried, touched Kate's bag and she surrendered it. Jonathan had a similar sized case and both were carried for them as they were directed towards the lift.

Not a word was spoken. Jonathan's hand on her back was a reassuring presence and Kate realized her doubts were already disappearing. She turned slightly so she could look into his eyes and all she saw was the honesty she had recognized on line. Leaning against him she moved so her mouth was next to his ear.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem. I love you, Kate, you know that."

The doors opened and the porter prevented her from saying anything in reply.

"If you would like to follow me, Sir, Madam, your suite is just along this hallway. There is no one else on this side of the building. He took the key from Jonathan and inserted it in the lock. The door swung open under his hand and again Kate felt herself gasp.

"Oh, Jonathan, it's ... it's just wonderful." She looked around and smiled. There was a four-poster bed, a sofa and chair in a lounge area as well as tempting glimpses of an ornate bathroom. Huge floor to ceiling windows brought the beautiful grounds into their suite and, belatedly, she realized they were in the tower she had so recently admired from outside.

As she turned back towards her 'husband' she saw money changing hands and then the porter was leaving them alone. 

"So, Mrs Lyndon, what do you think, will I do?"

"Oh yes, I think so." She moved closer, seeing for the first time the doubt in the younger man's face. "I don't want to let you down, everything is so perfect, but I'm scared, Jonathan. I'm so much older than you, and you are so handsome, so friendly."

His lips met hers as his hand wove its way into her hair. Kate could feel his arousal as he ground against her and she moaned into the kiss.

"Oh God, Kate, I have waited so long to do this." 

She found herself being carefully moved back until she felt the side of the bed behind her. 

"Remember how we talked about foreplay? Please, Kate, let me take the lead."

She nodded. All along it had been clear to her that, if they ever did get together, Jonathan would, at least initially, instigate everything. She knew he wouldn't force her to do anything and that knowledge alone was enough for her to relax, move away from him, and slip her shoes off. She lay back making herself comfortable against the mound of artfully placed cushions at the head of the bed before smiling and waiting for him to join her.

~*~

The sight of Kate lying contentedly as he moved around to the other side of the bed was almost too much for Jonathan. He wanted to take her right away, to put her mind at rest, and show her his intentions were honourable, but he also wanted to live through as many of their easier to accomplish fantasies as possible. In the back of his mind was still the notion that this may be a one off. He wanted to have as many wonderful memories as he could to take home with him as well as providing Kate with the same thing.

Sliding his shoes and jacket off before loosening his tie Jonathan climbed onto the bed beside her and, just for a moment, rested his forehead against hers.

"I wish you could see what I see. You are beautiful, gentle, kind and so sexy. You know I'm only interested in older women, they turn me on almost exclusively, but since I first saw you online I've only been fantasizing about one older woman, you. Now you're here, right next to me, God, Kate, there is nowhere else I want to be, ever."

He moved so his body was touching hers and then claimed her lips once more. This time all hesitancy was gone; he leant against her as her ample breasts brushed his chest and he felt himself harden beneath her.

The time slipped by as they kissed and touched, hands roaming over clothed bodies, hips moving as they rubbed against each other, moans escaping as the kisses became more and more passionate. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime experienced in a few moments, they pulled apart.

"I love you, Kate, how can you ever think I would be disappointed?"

"Shhh, I was wrong. I ... I love you too. Jonathan, please, I want more."

His hands framed her face as he smiled and nodded. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Totally and utterly. Make love to me, Jonathan, please. I want to feel you inside me, I want to do all the things we talked about with you."

He couldn't contain the moan which escaped him and reaching forward his fingers began to work at the buttons on the cream silk blouse she was wearing. 

"Sit up for a minute."

Gracefully Kate did as she was told, her dark hair already tousled from their embrace and her face flushed. 

The blouse slid sensuously down her arms to pool behind her and Jonathan helped it on its way to the floor. Her pale skin was now within his grasp and he ran a finger tentatively along her jaw line before leaning forward to kiss the junction between her throat and neck.

As he watched Kate reached back and undid her bra. The peach lace cups fell forward releasing her breasts and then, as she eased it off her body and away to join the blouse, he feasted his eyes on her russet coloured nipples.

"Fuck, Kate, let me touch them, please." He looked into her eyes, remembering how she wanted to be enticed to give her body to him. "I want to feel them so badly, baby, please."

A nod was his only answer and he rested his hand underneath the left breast, lifting it gently before running his tongue across the tightening nub.

"Ohhhh, yes." Kate's back arched pushing more of the flesh towards him and he took it into his mouth. The soft warmth filled him and he began to suckle against her.

Silence filled the room again, the only breaks were as Kate moaned her arousal and he moved from one tit to the other, teasing the unattended one to keep it tight and ready for his lips to take over.

A hand moved down and suddenly he too felt warmth against him as Kate's fingers began to trace the outline of his hard cock through his pants. 

"Let me see you, Jonathan, please. It's my turn now."

"Yes, want to feel your eyes on me, baby, want to show you what you do to me." 

Quickly Jonathan removed his tie and then watched as the pale peachy varnish on Kate's nails sparkled as she began to undo the buttons on his soft white shirt. The same fingers ran through the chest hair he knew she loved and then found his own tight nipples.

"Suck them, Kate, please, suck them for me."

Instantly he felt the soft lips he had so recently plundered latch on to him and he ran his fingers back into her hair, holding her in place as she pulled on his skin. A hot, wet tongue moved across the hair plastering it to his chest as Kate made her way from one nipple to the other and then, just when he was desperate for more, she looked up.

"Let me strip you, lover." 

Kate knelt up on the bed and Jonathan could only nod. He did the same and then watched, fascinated as she began to undo his belt, his cock already pressing hard against his pants, desperate for release.

~*~

"Yes, oh God, Jonathan, it's so big, so much bigger than it looked on the cam."

"Suck it, take it all in, take it, bitch."

Kate felt her pussy tighten as the gentle, loving language was replaced with the obscenity. The one word turned her on even more, making her feel owned and she did as she was told, taking just the head in at first before moving slowly down until all eight inches were hidden from sight.

"Yes, fuck, yes."

Her gag reflex tried to repel the intruder but Kate worked against it. Moving back just a little she took more and more hard flesh in until she was inhaling the musky, sexy scent from Jonathan's thick pelt of fur around the base of his cock and then she moved so she could gently roll his balls against her palm.

Slowly she began to move back up his cock establishing a rhythm and listening as he moaned and encouraged her.

"That's it, bitch, take my cock into your sexy mouth, get me ready for your tight pussy. Gonna fuck you till you can't take any more. Is that what you want?"

She looked up, never breaking the regularity of movement and nodded. As she did so Jonathan reached forward and she felt the waistband of her skirt loosen.

"Let me take this off you, ohhhh, fuck, Kate."

She sucked harder on the head of his cock as he spoke and then moved away.

Her skirt was removed and she smiled as she saw him realize that, all along, she had been wearing no panties just silk stockings and a peach suspender belt. Her hand went towards the clasp but he grabbed at her.

"No. Leave it. Let me fuck you while you wear those. God, that is so hot."

"I thought you'd like them. I know we can't indulge in all our fantasies in the time we have but these might bring another one closer to fruition."

"Thank you. Love you, baby, love you so much."

"I know; I love you too. Tell me what you want, let me please you."

"It has to be what you want too, Kate. Don't let my fantasies take over, this has to be good for both of us."

"It is, already it is so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Please, Jonathan."

"Then suck me again, bitch. Share your body with me."

Kate was pushed flat against the mattress and she felt him begin to fuck her mouth. Relinquishing control Kate looked up at him submissively knowing he wanted to take her, to be in control of her body until he came for the first time. Then, as he had told her so many times, he could concentrate on satisfying her needs.

Kate ran her hands up over his hips and onto the soft cheeks of his arse. She felt him clench the muscles just for a moment before he relaxed again. Her fingers ran down into his cleft and he stopped moving.

"Fuck me, Kate, before I cum, please, baby."

She nodded her head and felt his cock move out of her mouth, a string of saliva still joining them until it broke to drop down across her tits.

Kate watched as Jonathan got onto all fours next to her and she moved behind him. She began to place kisses against the skin she had so recently caressed and then started to suck as well.

"Ohhhh, Kate." Jonathan's back arched, pushing the soft globes across her face and she took in his manly, earthy scent before gasping for air.

Gently she parted his cheeks exposing his darker crease. The tight opening pulsed before her; she blew across it and ran her tongue from the edge of the crevice down across the star shaped pucker and on until she could take one of his balls into her mouth and lavish her attention there.

"Ohhhh, Kate, Kate, Kate." She heard her name over and over and watched as Jonathan grasped his cock tightly in his fist. He didn't move but instead increased the pressure at the base. "Don't wanna cum yet, baby, fuck my arse, please, take it, can't wait much longer." His pleading disappeared into moans and groans as she extended her tongue and began to gently run it across his opening waiting for the right moment to plunge it in.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck." 

Sucking her fingers Kate knew she had to pull Jonathan back from the edge. Instead of taking it slowly and gently she pushed firmly forward until she was accepted up to her first knuckle.

"Shit, Kate, bit by bit." Jonathan's words, spoken through clenched teeth told her she had succeeded and she leant forward to place a kiss on his soft thigh.

"Sorry, baby, didn't want to make you cum too soon."

"No chance of that now. Fuck me with your fingers, Kate."

Gradually Kate moved her finger further in. The grunts and hip movements telling her she was back in favour and, as she slowly moved out, she began to kiss and suck at Jonathan again.

"Two fingers now, lover, I'll go slow this time, promise."

True to her word Kate let Jonathan's body guide her but almost as quickly as before she was accepted in. Scissoring her fingers Kate searched out his prostate, finding it easily and laughing aloud as he bucked against her.

"Ohhhh yes, Kate, again, do that again."

She ran the pads of her fingers across his sweet spot, enjoying his involuntary reactions and then his moan of anguish as she backed off totally.




A Fantasy Fulfilled



"Three, and then I'll make you cum, yes?"

"Yes, fuck me with three, Kate."

"Nothing more?" She had brought toys with her, but wasn't surprised he didn't want to use them.

"Not this time. Just us, baby, just us."

The three fingers were eagerly accepted and reaching round with her other hand Kate began to fuck and wank Jonathan at the same time. His breathing increased and his hands grasped the sheets as, splaying her fingers out slightly, she pumped in and out of him.

"Close, Kate, so close, please, baby, wanna cum in your mouth, please."

She pulled out of him and watched as he collapsed over onto his back almost immediately. His cock stood to attention, rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Tracing a finger across the head she pulled up a translucent strand, which she eagerly licked.

Her tongue began to make its way up from the base of Jonathan's cock lubricating it before her lips slid down to take the entire length in one go. She swallowed repeatedly and then took the tightening balls into her hand, enjoying the feeling of the puckered and firm skin knowing she was moving her lover closer and closer to his climax.

~*~

The feeling of Kate's soft hand around his balls nearly sent Jonathan over the edge but he resisted, digging his nails into his palms as he fought for control.

She had left a pale lipstick stain on his cock and the skin beneath. He watched as it seemed to move closer and then further away from her lips as she sucked him in and out again. Kate looked up, her deep brown eyes filled with both lust and love, and then, as a finger began to make its way back towards his arse again, he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer.

"Kate, gonna cum, suck me, Kate, fuck me." A finger found his tight hole and as she began to push into him she increased the suction, swirling her tongue around the cock head on each trip and he clenched his cheeks and arched his back.

"Arghhh, now, Kate!" His whole being was concentrated in his lover's mouth and he stiffened, resting on his shoulders as he held himself above the bed until suddenly the first spurt of cum gushed out of him. He shot load after load as his body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably before, as the sensations began to dissipate, he collapsed backwards unaware of anything except total ecstasy.

~*~

To her surprise Kate had been able to swallow the entire load Jonathan had pulsated into her mouth. It had been a hot and salty, but not at all unpleasant, meal and she licked her lips to make sure none of it remained to be taken.

Her lover lay beside her his breathing gradually returning to normal, eyes closed with a slight smile on his face.

Knowing he would need a few minutes to gather himself Kate lay down beside him her fingers travelling towards her pussy, which was throbbing with need. She slid easily inside and began to gently stimulate herself knowing it wouldn't take very much for her to cum. The fact that Jonathan was laying so close to her only increased her arousal and soon her other hand was pulling at a nipple as she felt the impending climax begin rolling out of her.

"Mmm, yes, oh yes, fuck, Jonathan, fuck me." So used was she to calling her lover's name as she came, alone, at home Kate didn't think anything of what she was doing until a hand rested against her arm.

"Want me to take over?"

"Yes, play with me, Jonathan." Pulling her fingers free Kate turned so she was facing him. She ran a hand into his hair and pulled him closer until their lips met and his nipples rubbed against her own. As soon as his tongue found its way into her mouth she surrendered herself to him, letting him dictate the speed and intensity of everything they did.

Breaking the kiss she felt his lips move to her neck and he began placing light butterfly kisses down towards her breasts. His mouth latched on to one of her tight nipples and he began to suck on it.

"Ohhhh, yes, Jonathan." His fingers found the neglected nub and he gently twisted it between his finger and thumb. Her back arched and she ran her hand into his hair just as he had done to her, wanting him to continue and then her legs were pushed apart as his fingers moved to find her clit.

"God, yes, oh yes." She relaxed her grip on him and his lips began to kiss her again, moving down her body leaving a wet and glistening trail in his wake. He shuffled down and then positioned himself between her legs kissing the tops of her stockings before leaning forward and capturing her pussy lips in his mouth and the sensation of his tongue sweeping across them overwhelmed her.

The softness and the warmth spread through her and then, as Jonathan pushed his tongue inside, she felt her juices rush to meet him.

"Taste yourself." He locked lips with her again, his tongue transferring her taste as finally, carefully his cock slipped into her cunt.

"Ohhhh, yes, Jonathan, fuck me."

For a moment he didn't move and she clenched her muscles around him trying to encourage him.

"I've waited so long for this, Kate, you feel so tight."

He began to thrust forward his long and rock hard tool pounding her and she pulled him close to her again as their lips met.

"Gonna make you cum, is that what you want, Kate?"

"Yes, please, Jonathan, so good, so good. I love you."

"Love you too, cum for me, baby, cum on my cock, let me feel you."

Jonathan shifted slightly on the bed and the angle at which his cock head touched her changed as well. His balls slapped sexily against her, charging the atmosphere even more and then she smiled up at her love.

"You wanted to fuck me from behind didn't you? See my tits swing each time you force your dick into me. Are you ready for that, lover?"

"Ohhh, fuck, Kate, yes." Without another word Jonathan pulled back and Kate knew she was being watched as, carefully she rolled and then got onto all fours. She looked down at her large breasts now hanging tantalizingly beneath her and then turned her gaze on Jonathan waiting, wanking his cock as he watched.

"Ready?" 

"Yes, whenever you are." 

The head of his cock was at her entrance in a trice and Kate pushed backwards as he moved against her. In one swift movement he was encased to the hilt and she cried out as a hand came down on her arse, surprising but arousing her at the same time.

"Yes, again, do that again."

Each time Jonathan's cockhead brushed against the furthest reaches of her cunt his hand slapped hard against her skin. She could feel the heat emanating, knew there was a red glow, and moaned into the pillow she was resting her head on.

Her tits were taken into his large, strong hands and then his hairy stomach and chest was resting across her back. The thrusts were shorter now but still he hit his mark every time and Kate could feel herself getting closer and closer to a shattering climax.

"So sexy, such a tight cunt for me to fuck, big tits to play with, love you, Kate. Don't cum, baby, wait for me."

The moan was unstoppable as Jonathan introduced her final fantasy. She tightened around his cock doing everything she could to stop the flow as he began to tease her, wanting to get her more and more desperate.

His hand found her clit and began to gently rub it, increasing the pressure as she bucked back against him.

"Ohhhh, no, Jonathan, want to cum, please."

"I know, but you can't can you? At least not until I say so." 

She moaned again, she had instructed him too well, and was now paying the price. Just being fucked by him was enough to take her over the edge and he was forbidding it.

"Tell me, Kate, tell me what's happening."

"You, fucking me, Jonathan, after so long. That hard cock I've seen on line, it's gonna shoot its thick creamy cum into me. Not your hand, or onto the screen but into me."

"Yes, yes, that's it, bitch, this time it's all yours. Fuck, Kate."

The thrusts got quicker and Kate tried to move away.

"Let me see you as you cum, Jonathan, want to watch your beautiful face as you let go."

She was suddenly empty and, feeling instantly bereft, Kate turned so she could lie on her back again. Jonathan moved closer and held his cock at her lips.

"Taste yourself, bitch, feel how hard I am."

Kate opened her mouth and took the warm flesh in. She knew Jonathan was just prolonging the inevitable but she didn't want it to end either and was happy to play along.

Gently, knowing he was almost as close as she, Kate sucked and licked at the foreskin and then the bulbous head beneath until with a deep moan Jonathan pulled back.

"Wanna cum in you, Kate."

"Then fuck me again, lover, but don't make me wait. Need to cum so badly."

He nodded and then was back inside her. This time the rhythm was set immediately and she watched as her breasts bounced back and forward before Jonathan reached out to grasp them, pulling at the nipples, and she heard herself moaning and murmuring nonsense words as, once again, he took her higher.

"Gonna cum, baby, gonna shoot my load in your tight cunt. Fuck, bitch, I'm ... ahhh ... ahhh ... fuck!"

His eyes closed and Kate watched as he pushed hard one final time and then she felt it, hot cum gushing into her, filling her and her cries joined his as she flooded, joining the two of them together in the most wonderful of ways.

~*~

The bench in the grounds was just as he had imagined it. Set back into a small alcove they were hidden from sight from anyone who wandered along the path. Their bags were packed, tears had been shed as he held Kate close and told her again how much he loved her, but they both knew they had no choice but to part, at least for now.

They had spent the rest of the previous afternoon in each other's arms, talking, kissing and getting to know each other. The meal they had eaten in the restaurant had been wonderful and then, tired but happy, they had made love once more before falling asleep spooned together in the middle of the sumptuous four-poster bed.

Now the time for making memories was over and Jonathan swallowed hard before speaking quietly.

"Ring to let me know you got home safely, ok?"

"Of course. I might do that a few times, just to hear your voice." The smile held so much more confidence than when they met just the afternoon before and he pulled her close, rejoicing that, on top of everything else, he had helped make her feel so much better about herself. 

"Thank you, Kate; everything ... I never dreamed it could be ... I ... I just ..." he paused, knowing he had to say the words but not wanting to upset her again. "I just wish you could stay with me, Kate, not have to go back."

The sadness flashed into her eyes and for a moment he hated himself.

"I know; I wish I could too but I love you, Jonathan, and it will happen one day, I promise you that."

"Really?" His heart soared, she sounded so positive, so certain.

"Oh yes. We have so many more fantasies to bring to life, so much more loving to do. I know when I get home I'm going to miss you so much, and want to be back with you. I haven't felt that way in a long time."

Their lips met again, her hand reached down and took his re-burgeoning erection into its grasp and as he held her close he knew, finally, more than just fantasies had been fulfilled or memories made; a loving future had been assured.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



Again, this is a story loosely based on reality. The characters do, really, exist. 

As readers may recall, Karen had long fantasized hooking up with a person of the Asian persuasion. The idea of a man with perfectly smooth skin was really a turn on. In fact, men with lots of body hair were a sexual turn off for her. 

As it has turned out, Karen was ahead of her time. As witnessed by web info sites, the "hairless" look is now in.

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Cultural and social attitudes

The attitudes towards chest hair vary between different cultures and times. In some cultures, it is a symbol for virility and masculinity; other societies display a hairless body as a sign of youthfulness. Some people find men with a lot of chest hair, pattern four, very sexually arousing. In ancient Greece and ancient Rome male statues did not show any chest hair. Even on paintings and sculptures from Middle Ages to modern times men were often portrayed without any hair on their anterior torso.

While in the early and middle twentieth century the attitude towards hair on the chest was largely indifferent, there was a late twentieth century trend within Western societies to remove chest hair. Some young men in their teens and twenties, especially in the United States and those involved in beach culture, remove their chest hair. It is quite common for actors, who will appear shirtless in a movie or television show, to shave their chests. The removal of body hair (depilation and epilation) by men was labelled by the personal hygiene industry as manscaping. This public trend, distributed by the media, began in the United States and spread to other Western societies. Many companies catered to men looking for ways to remove their chest hair, such as Nair for Men and Nads for Men. While most men depicted in fashion advertising still have no chest hair, a few exceptions can now be seen. Bucking the larger trend, a positive acceptance of body hair could be found amongst adherents of naturism as well as the bear community, the latter a gay subculture whose members tend to exhibit typical masculine gender traits. Removing or maintaining chest hair ultimately depends on one's individual preference, which can be influenced by what is considered most attractive.

Encyclopedia Sources Also Confirm that Asians (and indigenous Americans) have little body hair:

The Mongoloid race, including most peoples of E Asia and the indigenous peoples of the Americas, has been described as saffron to yellow or reddish brown in skin color, of medium stature, with a broad head form. The hair is dark, straight, and coarse; body hair is sparse. The eyes are black to dark brown. The epicanthic fold, imparting an almond shape to the eye, is common, and the nose bridge is usually low or medium.

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In humans, hair grows mostly on the head, and the amount of body hair is different from race to race. Asians and native North Americans have the least amount of body hair, while Caucasians tend to have the most.

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Of the several men Karen was to date during what shall be referred to as the "Daveless Period", G was the only Asian. He was an atty. fm. O.C. They had communicated w. fervent zeal and would meet when her daughter was to leave fm. L.A. for Oz. Altho it was Jan., southern Ca. was in the 80's. The plan was to meet at his townhouse, go for a swim at the heated community pool, take a walk along the shore, and do dinner. Karen was hoping things would really click and all that would only be the proverbial foreplay for what would follow. She was so optimistic, she had checked out of her "hippie" hotel, The Adventurer, in Inglewood. 

With only a modicum of trepidation, she left LA for her rendezvous. She had decided to wear a "middle-of-the-road" outfit, neither staid nor provocative. The "provocative" would come when she changed into her orange bikini.

G quickly responded to her push of the door bell. He opened the door, took both her hands, and squeezed them as he pulled her toward him and gave her a hug. "Have a seat. I've set out some cheeses and deli meats and English crackers. We have iced tea, white grape juice, beer, and wine." Karen was impressed by his initial savoir faire as well as his spotless abode.

It only took about 10 minutes of Idle chit-chat for whatever initial nervousness they both had to vanish. "Let's change and go down to the pool. It will give us a chance to actually talk face to face for a change. I'll bring along the pitcher of iced tea and paper cups. The guest room and bath is thru that doorway." Karen took her beach bag and quickly changed into her bikini and discretely wrapped herself in a filmy sarong. A few minutes later she met G in the living room. He was wearing his mid length trunks w. a beach towel around his waist. "Here's a towel for you. Let's go."

Karen took her beach bag w. suntan lotion, cell phone, and sunglasses. They found two lounge chairs and Karen set her things on one of them. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg", she yelled. She hit the water, and did a couple laps. G was a powerful swimmer and quickly finished half a dozen laps before joining her poolside. Before G could really take a seat, Karen handed him her sunscreen bottle. "I got my front", she smiled, "but you'll need to do my back. Start w. the back of my neck and shoulders and work down. Don't be stingy w. the quantity." 

G had noticed her applying lotion to her front while he was in the pool. Watching her rub the top of her breasts, which were quite exposed, definitely had excited him. Now, for the first time, he was going to touch her bare hide himself. As Karen lay on her stomach. he poured lotion on her warm skin. His finger tips were so titillating that she actually let out a few moans. 

As he finished her back, his hands were almost trembling as they neared the top of her bottoms, Karen, in almost a hoarse whisper, said "I didn't get the backs of my legs, get those too." It was almost more than G could stand. He started at her calves, but as he did the upper part of her legs realized her bottoms left a fair amount of cheek exposed. As he finished rubbing in lotion on that part of her firm ass, he caught a glimpse of one or two pussy furs. "It's a good thing I'm not wearing tight fitting trunks", he said to himself.

When he finished, he laid down on the adjacent lounge on his stomach to hide the the front of his bulging suit not so much from Karen, but from the few others by the pool. 

Karen said "I'll get your back, now." Her hands almost shook w. anticipation as she first touched his virtually hairless back. His whole body was as she imagined it would be. Almost no hair AND no fat. Just rubbing his skin began to make her bottoms get even more damp than they already were from the pool. She also felt power because she knew his cock was getting more engorged as he tried to shift positions. He made a half-hearted attempt to hide the fact he was to reaching into his bottoms and put it in a more comfortable position.

She was amazed at the almost complete lack of hair on the upper part of his legs as she actually reached under his loose fitting garment and almost reached his ass. 

Neither of them was quite conscious of the fact that both of their breathing had become shallow. As Karen moved back fully onto her lounge they began talking and it was quickly apparent they connected as well in direct speech as in writing and phone calls. Over an hour flew by before they knew it.

"A few change in plans might be in order", G said as they arrived back at his home. "My original plan was for us to take a walk along the beach and then bring you back here while I cooked and served dinner. Since you haven't had much to eat, and it's almost 3:30, why don't we have our main meal now? It won't take long. Everything is ready to put on the grill and it will only take me a few minutes to put together a salad. Let's get out of our wet things"

"I am famished", said Karen, "great idea". They both quickly changed. He into some shorts and a T-shirt, she also into shorts, and a T w. no bra. Her nipples clearly showed, having become slightly swollen and erect by her wet and cold swim top.

"I'll do the salad while you crank up grill. I'll also open the wine. Doing wine is my specialty"

Dinner was a feast. Kebabs w. lamb, chicken, onions etc. Nan was also served. 

"It will be sunset in 45 minutes. I want to take you to my favorite spot in Newport Beach where we can buy a drink and watch the sunset. You'd better take a sweater or jacket since it gets cool in the evening." They both changed. G into slacks and a sport shirt, Karen into a moderately short skirt, revealing blouse - and while she did wear a bra, left her panties behind.

They held hands as they walked along the beach. As the sun touched the water, he gave her a passionate kiss. "Let's go to that seafood bar up on the highway near where we parked. Altho it's too early for the live music they have, they will be serving the best margaritas in town." He put his arm around her shoulders as protection against the cool breeze that suddenly came up w. the sun's disappearance.

They each had a drink. Before they knew it they had had another round of drinks and it was now after 8PM. "I forgot, they only have music on the weekends. We can go back to my place and make some of our own." Karen was mildly surprised at G's sense of humor. She somehow had thought him of almost being too serious.

When they got back to G's place he put on some jazz, the type you can dance to. As G turned around after programming his i-pod to play the music he wanted thru the sound system, Karen said "Time to boogie!" 

"I'm not a good dancer", G protested. "It will come naturally. Put your right arm around my waist and just imitate my movements." G had obviously underestimated his abilities. His body melded into hers as though they were one unit. Before the end of the first cut she could feel the outline of his penis pressing against her pelvic bone. As that song ended, she wriggled her hips and did a twirl, her airborne skirt exposing much of her bare ass.

"I'm going to slip into something more comfortable", G said. "Pour us a glass of something while I change. Meantime, you can take off those leather boots and make yourself at home."

G had put on a great looking silk robe and was laying on his back on the sofa when Karen returned with some drinks. She sat on the floor in front of him. He sat up and began massaging her neck and shoulders. After a few minutes she turned and commanded "Lay on your back. I'm going to rub your tummy the way I do my dog. He likes it and you will as well." As G began to lay back, his robe parted enough to give her access to his chest and tummy. . Using circular motions she began to sensuously rub his chest and then his tummy. The lack of body hair in these areas almost immediately began to arouse her sexual urges. G simply closed his eyes as she worked her magic. Karen was on her knees. She then pulled over a cushioned foot stool to sit on, which gave her both a better view and more leverage. As she reached the lower part of his tummy, she saw he was wearing matching silk boxers. Like most boxers, these had a large fly opening. She could see his penis was quite erect, having easily found its way thru the fly. She could also see some of his jet black pubic hair that also protruded through the fly. 

G's cock was pointed almost straight up, perpendicular to his body. At that point Karen pinched and then licked his nipples. Unlike one of her recent lovers (who shall remain nameless), G responded with a cross between a grunt and a groan. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen could see his dark shaft actually twitch and quiver every time she nibbled on a nipple. Not having any panties on, she almost laughed to herself wondering how the impeccable G would explain the stains (from her pussy juices) on the stool cushion.

"I don't think I ever told you in all our writings that I have always fantasized about being up close and personal w.an Asian person. The idea of being w. someone almost completely devoid of body hair has long been a turn on for me. Since I'm the type who can't "bond" w. someone unless there is a real connection on other levels, the opportunity never has presented itself before." With that, she put her mouth over his shaft and began licking and sucking. As she had read and observed at nude beaches, while many Asians have slightly shorter cocks than white folks (her old lover Dave being an exception), they are often bigger in circumference than one would expect. G certainly filled the mold.

The combination of his smooth cock, and the silk boxers under her hand holding it, almost drove her over the edge. She suddenly realized she was playing w. her own pussy w. her other hand and immediately stopped. She then tried to reach through the fly and grab his balls, but couldn't do it. "Lift your ass up while I slip these off", Karen exhorted. G didn't need to be told twice. Karen now had a view of the entire length of his body - the only hair being that surrounding his swollen cock and the top of his head. His eyes were closed and he was making sounds similar to a Hindu chant - oooom, oooom.  She didn't know it until later, but his balls were nearly twice their normal size. She gently cupped them in one hand while the other held his shaft as she sucked on it. Although she didn't really want him to cum in her mouth, she did want to see his cock when he did. She liked the taste of his precum that was oozing out of his penis head.

"I can't take this anymore", she said half aloud. She virtually ripped her blouse in getting it off and quickly unsnapped her bra. Undoing one button was all it took to allow her small skirt fall to the floor. With that she straddled his body and lower herself on his rock hard shaft. Usually she didn't like cocks that were super hard. In this case, the hardened pole allowed her to easily keep him buried in her swollen pussy while she vigorously moved up and down along his smooth torso. The slight friction of her swollen breasts and nipples, was, she could tell, about bring her to a violent happy ending - complete with shrieks and throbbing pussy lips grabbing at his shaft, and not letting it go.

Just as all that was about to happen, she heard a deep throated growl and felt the cock within her convulse. Unlike most men she had experienced whose cum juices ooze out or just shot gobs rapid fire like a volcano, G shot streams as though from a canon. She could feel the first hot stream as it hit the back walls of her vagina. That first shot was enough to send her over the edge. By the time the second stream hit, she had lost all control. While screaming with pleasure, her pussy was contracting so violently that it pushed his pulsating cock completely out. His third shot was so strong it ended up almost on her neck, just between her now heaving breasts. 

He started to reach for his cock to try and tame it - but Karen beat him to it. Karen's next cumming was triggered by the rumblings that were building up to another violent tremor in his penis. When that 4th and final shot came, it felt her hand was holding a bucking bronco that was out of control. G was leaning slightly forward over her. She had a firm grip on his shaft and could feel that last shot as it raced through his penis. It wasn't until later that she knew where it landed.

Karen had cum so hard, it almost hurt afterward. Aside from the cum on her chest, there were droplets forming on her pussy fur as G's cock was over it, still dripping as it shrunk in size.

As is her style, Karen licked the remaining droplets off his cock head. Almost concurrently, G used the still viscous cum between her breasts like a massage lotion. "I understand this is good for your skin, and rubbing some on your nipples will help nurture and revitalize them." G said with a warm voice.

With that, Karen got off the sofa and went immediately to bed. She slept so soundly, she didn't hear when G got up. In fact, she wasn't sure whether what happened was real or just an extremely erotic dream. Had G spent the night in bed w. her? It was his bed, but maybe he used the guest room.

"Good morning, sleepy head", G called out from the kitchen when he heard her stirring. Her clothes were nowhere in sight, but saw G's Turkish bathrobe in the bathroom when she went in. After using the toilet, she put it on. 

When she ventured out to the living room, she saw her clothes neatly piled on a chair. Her suitcase was where she left it in the guest room. She looked at the footstool. Yes, there were a couple stains on it, but maybe they were there from before, although unlikely. When she picked up her blouse, one button was missing. 

She went into the kitchen and gave G a hug and kiss" He was wearing the same silk robe she remembered from last nite. No boxers and she could see his limp penis against the shear material. "I do love looking, admiring, touching. and, under the right conditions, sometimes sucking and fucking them." she thought to herself. 

"I think i need to shower", and w. that Karen grabbed some clothes from her suitcase. She wasn't going to wash her hair, but she then noticed when she stroked her hair above her left ear, feeling something crusty. "The leftover from the 4th shot last nite!!" And she looked at her pussy fur and saw some white flakes that used to be droplets. (She remembered that Dave used to like looking at droplets of his cum sparking in the light on her fur. She quickly put that thought out of her mind.) Guess this was all for real, she mused. I should have realized that when i woke up. All that liquid leaking out of my pussy couldn't possibly have been self generated. 

At that moment G came up behind her. "I'll show you how to turn turn on the shower."

"I see you have everything a girl needs", Karen said w. a sly grin. "Not just any girl.", he replied. While he was still standing there, she let her robe drop to the floor. 

"I usually like to shower alone, but this is so big and has multiple shower heads, I might need some help." G dropped his robe, allowing Karen to see his penis in its flacid condition. She knew she only had a short time before that view would change. She was able to notice that his balls, in their natural state, were just right and in perfect proportion to his penis. She liked balls that were tight against the penis and not hanging loosely down below the cock. 

When the shower heads were all on she realized a couple of them, one in front and one behind her were at waist level. She was aleady planning how she would aim that pulsating shower head in front of her the next time she was in it alone. "Hmm", she thought, "maybe make use of the one in back at the same time.". That, and her wondering how to comfortably "do it" in the shower while making use of its tri-level platforms kept her mind whirling with excitement. At 5'8" or so, G was the shortest lover she ever had. Maybe a shower fuck would be possible. 

"You look like you're in a trance", G exclaimed as he used a lufa to rub her back.

"Just making some plans. By the look of Mr. Shaft, maybe I should quickly finish so you can change this to a cold shower."



A Fantasy Fulfilled



I have a fantasy. I am sure everyone has had a dream of being out in public totally naked. Maybe in a store or in a classroom. It's a common dream. My desire is to be outside, naked, and be in a situation where I almost get caught.

My name is Carol Jones. I am 24 yrs old and weight about 110 lbs. I am a runner and work out 3 times a week in the gym. I have shoulder length blond hair and I am 5' 4". I have a tight firm body. My tits are 34 D's. They don't look like those fake ones, all perfectly round and no sag. Mine are 100% real. A perfect teardrop shape with large areolas and nipples that get very hard. They have some heft to them, not sag really just a heaviness guys love. Most people say my ass is my best feature. It is high and tight from the running, a perfect heart shape. When I go to the store in tight shorts I get lots of looks. If I wear a t-shirt with no bra and my big jugs are undulating I can stop traffic.

I recently have moved into a new place, a townhouse. My old boyfriend was just too jealous. He couldn't handle the looks I get or the innocent flirting I give back. This has given me a lot of free time especially in the evenings. I find myself this evening watching some TV but not really paying attention to it. It's a Friday night and I have had some wine. I keep thinking about my fantasy about being outside naked and walking around. The thrill of almost getting caught is overwhelming. 

I turn the TV off and walk to my backdoor. I step outside on my porch. It is a warm night but there is a cool breeze. I take a deep breath and remove my top and shorts. The air feels so good on my nipples they get hard in an instant. The wine has gone to my head some and I close my eyes and breath deeply. I take off my panties and I notice they are damp and have a musky odor. My period ended about a week ago and since I broke up with my boyfriend I have stopped taking the pill. I am probably ovulating. All I am wearing is some running shoes. This is nice but not all that exciting. Nobody could ever really see me here. I decide to walk down to the gate that leads to the alley.

It's about 10pm and as I reach the gate I decide to open it. I just stick my head out to look both ways up and down the alley. My townhouse is in the middle of the street about 12 houses down from the main road. Across that road is some woods that have a trail that leads back to a pond then back around that pond and back to the main road. I have run that trail a few times and have always wondered what it would be like to do it naked. I don't see anyone or anything in the alley and I have a big decision to make. Should I try this tonight? What if I get caught? Indecent exposure for sure. Caught by the wrong people I might even get raped. My heart is pounding as I take one step out into the alley.

I take another then boldly let my gate close behind me. Trembling I take a few steps along my fence in the shadows to the next driveway. I am still close enough to make a mad dash back to my gate. I reach the driveway and peek around the corner. Nothing. I decide to walk across my neighbors driveway and keep going. I continue like this then decide to get bolder and just walk down the middle of the alley. I am about 6 houses down from mine when I see a cars headlights turn into the alley from the main road. I freeze. What do I do? I am nude and totally exposed. Too far to run back to my gate, I run up the nearest driveway and see some trash cans to hide behind. I crouch down low and wait for the car to pass. What if it turns up into this driveway? I will be caught for sure. I pray it doesn't do that as it gets closer. I see the headlights come across the driveway , then it passes on continuing down the alley. 

I breath a sigh of relief and stand up. My legs are a little shaky from the adrenaline rush. My nipples are hard and I give them a pinch. I think my pussy is wet too. Suddenly I hear something. I turn to see the garage door for the driveway I am standing in start to open. Any second now the person opening it will see me. I make a mad dash down the driveway and turn up the alley. I hide in the shadow near the fence and listen, my heart pounding. Praying I don't hear a cars engine start and brakelights come on I hear footsteps and what sounds like trash cans lids being opened and closed. Who ever lives there must just be taking the trash out. I wonder if they would ever suspect that a naked woman was crouched down next to their trash cans just second before.

When I hear their door close I start making my way to the end of the alley. This is such a rush, I giggle to myself thinking that I am actually doing this. I make it all the way without further incidents. I'm about 100 yards from my house. This is really exciting. I look up and down the road for traffic. I move out from the alley and hide behind a big tree. It's about 40 yards across the four lane road to the trees on the other side. I have picked out a spot where the street lights don't reach and is in shadow. I will have to time it so as approaching cars won't see me in their headlights. I know this is the most risky part of my journey. I feel drops of sweat drip down between my breasts. I'm a pretty good runner so I think I can make it across pretty quickly. Maybe that's just the wine talking to me. I stand up behind the tree and wait. Looking both way I finally see what looks like a big enough gap in traffic to try it.

I don't hesitate and come out from my hiding place and sprint across the road. Everything was fine except I didn't count on one thing. My tits. I usually wear a tight jog bra when I run. I obviously didn't have one on tonight. My tits were flopping all over the place, kind of hurt actually. When I had 15 yards to go I had to grab them with one arm to stop their movement. Had I misjudged the cars and could their headlights allow me to be seen? I made it across and continued to run a few yards into the woods. I stopped and looked back to see if any cars were stopping. It didn't look like it so I bent down and grabbed my knees breathing hard. I'm in shape but with all the excitement I was out of breath. I was sweating and I am sure my pussy was wet too.

I was this far and felt great so I started down the trail. There was just enough light to see the trees and path. The trail led to an open area in the woods. Kind of a meadow about 30 yards across. I walked to the center and stopped. I raised my arms up enjoying the feeling of being out in the open in the nude. This was the best feeling in the world and it made me oh so horny. I kept walking and reached the pond. The trail led around the back of the pond and I followed it. As I made it around the back of it I stopped. I looked around and saw that I was in the middle of a group of nylon dome tents. What the hell? I must have walked into somebody's campsite. I saw a bonfire about 50 yards away and a group of adults and boys sitting around it. I don't think they could see me because the light of the fire blinded them. Very quietly I made my way through the tents. I heard some snoring coming from some. I had made it to the last tent when I stopped. I heard the zipper of that tent being opened.

I was only about 12 feet from the tent, but in total darkness so I don't think they could see me. Some one crawled out of the tent. It was a man about 6' 2". He took a few steps away from his tent. I didn't move an inch. I recognized him. He was my next door neighbor. I figure him to be about 35. He must be camping with his son. He was dressed in a t-shirt and boxers. He reached in his shorts and pulled his cock out. I guess he had to pee. I looked at his cock. It was really big. Bigger then any I had ever had. About 10 inched long and very thick with a large knob end. He let go his stream of piss. I was really horny and felt my pussy get wetter looking at his cock. This would be a one time chance if I was willing to take it. Would he keep quiet?

He finished peeing and shook his big cock a couple of times. He pulled on it for awhile and that's when I made my move. I silently walked up to him and took his cock in my hand and gave it a tug. I whispered in his ear, "If you want to have the fuck of your life be very quiet and follow me." 

I let go of his cock ready to sprint down the trail but he just stood there and said, "OK" I had him follow me down to the pond where there were some picnic tables. When we reached one I knelt down and removed his boxers. His big cock came free and was stiffening quickly. I grabbed it and started licking it and tried to get it in my mouth. His head was so large that I could only get that in my mouth. I sucked on him and stroked the rest. He had a set of large balls that hung down low in his big sack. I played with those as I sucked. 

He moaned some and I said to "shhhhh". 

I new he would come if I continued so I stopped and stood up. 

I whispered, "Now be quiet so no one will hear us." 

I turned around and bent over the picnic table and presented my ass to him. He reached out with two hands and rubbed my firm ass. He moved forward and I felt his cockhead touch my entrance. He rubbed it up and down to lubricate it with my dripping juices. He lined it up and pressed it forward. My lips spread far apart and strained to let the invader in. This was by far the biggest cock I had ever had. He kept pressing forward bit by bit until the big head popped in. I think we both let out the breath we were holding. He pushed forward in my oh so tight pussy and got a few inches in. He pulled out then pushed back in, repeating that until all 10 inches of his fat cock were in me.

The head of his cock was pressed up tight against my cervix. He started to pull out then pushed back in each time reaching the end of my vagina. His big balls were banging against my clit. This was so exciting. We were so close to people hearing us and finding out. He reached around under me to grab my full breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on my large nipples as he stroked in and out. I could tell he was getting close, his strokes started speeding up. I was lost in the moment, my tight pussy milking his cock. 

I felt his glans start to swell and he whispered through clenched teeth, "I'm going to cum." 

Suddenly I remembered something. I turned toward him and whispered, "You are going to have to pull out, I'm not protected." 

He whispered, "Too late baby, too late." 

I felt rope after rope of his seed shooting against my cervix. That sent me over the edge too and I orgasmed. My cunt squeezing him forcing more of his semen up and out of his big cock. I sprayed his balls with my essence. I have always been a squirter. 

His big cock started to soften and he reluctantly pulled it out. I collected myself and stood up and turned around. I stepped toward him and gave his big cock a squeeze and kissed him on the lips. I whispered, "I have to go." I turned and jogged down the trail, leaving him dumbfounded and satisfied. I am sure even if he told someone nobody would believe him. 

I made it around the rest of the pond and through the trees to the road. I guessed it was about midnight and there was less traffic on the main road. I felt really good and wondered if my neighbor had recognized me. I was a little fearful about getting pregnant, but thought of it actually excited me. I crossed the road without any problem, lightly jogging and holding my tits to prevent excess flopping. I started up my alley hoping there would be no more problems. I had made it most of the way when I stopped near the driveway to my neighbors. The light was on from the garage illuminating the driveway and alley. I heard two voices. A woman's who was giggling and a man's speaking in low tones. I approached carefully and peaked around the corner for a second. In that second I saw a woman, my neighbors wife, and another man I did not recognize. It was obvious that she was fooling around while her husband was on that campout. I couldn't walk across the lighted driveway of the would see me. I squatted down and waited for them to say their good-byes. 

Squatting there I felt like I really had to pee. I knew I couldn't hold it for long. Heck I was naked and hidden, I might as well just let loose. I relaxed and my flow started, a strong steady stream. 

I was causing a little puddle in the dirt and then I heard someone say. "Do you hear something?" 

That was my neighbors wife. 

"Yes I think I do." said her lover. 

Damn it, were they going to check it out? I moved away from where I was squatting and down the alley to another driveway. I found a shadow to hide in and stood very still. The man walked down the alley and looked directly to where I was hiding. Could he see me? 

He left and walked back and I could hear him say, "I guess it was nothing, I have to go." 

He got in his car and started the engine. A couple of more giggles and a kiss and he backed out of the driveway and drove off. I heard the door to their garage close and knew I was home free.

I walked the last few feet toward my gate and sighed that my adventure was over. I reached up for the latch and something was wrong. It wouldn't open. I hadn't ever tried to come back through the gate this was before and all I know is no matter how I tried it would not open. What do I do now? These were zero lot line townhomes and there was no way around to the front of them from the alley. I had a key under my front mat but I would have to go all the way down the alley again and then come up my street in the front of the houses. Even though it was after midnight that was a huge risk to be seen. I had no choice it was the only way to get back in my house. I jogged down the alley to the road and turned right to come back up my street in front of the houses. I stayed in the shadows as best I could and made progress up the street. As I got closer to my house I noticed a group of what appeared to be teenage boys across the street. They seemed to be having a party because I could tell they were all drunk. I kept moving eventually reaching the house directly across from them. 

I moved as quietly as I could but I heard one of them say, "Hey look at that bitch with the big tits." 

I threw myself down on the ground behind a tree. 

I heard some others say, "Man, Alex you are so drunk you are seeing things." 

They all started laughing and making fun of the one that said he saw me. 

A cop car patrolling the neighborhood made them scatter. After it passed I got up and walked the rest of the way to my house. I had left my front porch light on and if anyone was looking they would see me walk up. I didn't care at that point and I walked to my front door, bent over and showed the world my ass, and got my key from under the mat. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. My adventure was over and I was home.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



They were a couple very much in love, with each other, and with sex. From tender, intimate love-making to raw, rough, down and dirty sex, they embraced it all with great delight, just as they embraced each other, many times a day. She, however, had a secret fantasy and finally, unable to hide it any longer, she approached him with her desire. After explaining what she wanted, she waited breathlessly for his response. He sat there contemplating her for quite a while, making her more and more nervous with each passing moment. Finally, he spoke, telling her the idea not only excited him, but he was determined to make her fantasy come true. Leaping from her chair, she launched herself at him, hugging and kissing him, and thanking him for not only understanding her, but loving her enough to want to do this for her. She started to ask questions but he silenced her with a long kiss, his fingers quickly searching beneath her skirt to penetrate her wet pussy, stroking in and out, his thumb teasing her clit until, with a gasp, she came all over his hand. He brought his wet fingers to her lips, and watched with a smile as she licked her juices from them. He then told her he would make the arrangements that would allow her to fulfill her fantasy.

Several days later, he told her they would be spending the weekend at the cabin, along with a 'friend'. She knew right away he'd made the arrangements and that weekend would be the fulfillment of a long time fantasy for her. She was both excited and apprehensive, as this was something she'd dreamed about for so long, but was nervous about actually living out. He told her she wouldn't need to pack anything as he'd already obtained everything she would need, and held out a bag for her to carry to the car, forbidding her to look in the bag. 

They enjoyed the ride to the cabin, discussing their week, their friends and just riding from time to time in comfortable silence, holding hands or caressing a thigh. When they arrived, there was another car already there and her breath caught in her throat as she realized the time had come. He turned to her and told her it was time to fulfill that fantasy. From that point, until the other person left, she would be, not his companion, but his sex pet, and not just his, but would also be the sex pet of the woman standing on the porch waiting for them. He reached over and grabbed the bag from the back seat and withdrew a beautiful red leather collar and leash. Smiling, he told her the decision was now hers. If this was truly what she wanted, she would undress, right there in the car, and put on the collar. There were to be no words from her, no speaking; she was to truly be a pet, to be played with and to do their bidding.

With trembling fingers, she undressed, carefully folding her clothes and placing them on the seat behind her. She took the collar he held out to her and placed it around her neck. She turned so he could fasten it but he told her she must do that herself, as locking the little padlock that would secure the collar would be her final admission that this is what she longed for. Taking a deep breath, she leaned over to him, placed a loving kiss on his lips and then, her eyes never leaving his, she snapped the little lock in place. He took the leash and snapped it to her collar. Getting out of the car, he came around to her door and opened it. Because the drive was graveled, he allowed her to walk up to the porch but told her that, once there, she would drop to her hands and knees as a proper pet.

Reaching the porch she did as she was told, her eyes on the wooden boards of the porch, afraid to look up at the woman who waited there. She'd long had the desire to submit in this fashion, not just to a man but to a couple, a man and woman who would both use her as a pet. Now, here she was, naked, on all fours, with a collar and leash, at the feet of a woman she did not know. She had to fight the urge to cum just from thinking about it!

He greeted the woman, hugging her and giving her a long, deep kiss. He then introduced her to his pet, saying how pleased he was that they would be spending the weekend together. She listened intently, aware of a deep jealousy as he kissed the woman, but also aware that the jealousy added to the burning ache deep in her pussy and tits. She wanted this, she reminded herself; to be the plaything of a couple and how could they be a couple if they were not intimate. 

He led his pet inside, the woman following after stooping to stroke her head, telling her what a pretty, sexy pet she was. The woman's name was Angie; a beautiful, tall woman in her 50's, still fit and sexy as hell. 'Pet', as he told her she was to be called, couldn't wait to feel the woman's hands all over her heated body. She wriggled like a puppy with excitement as she reflected that her secret dream was coming true!

In the cabin, he put the bags in the bedroom, keeping Pet with him on her leash. She saw a large kennel in one corner of the bedroom, a fluffy pet bed neatly arranged on the floor surrounded by the cage's walls. She felt her pussy start to drip as she realized she would be locked in that kennel, forced to watch him fuck Angie while she whined, unable to join in, until after they'd finished and he let her out to clean them both up. In the kitchen, on the floor next to the table were new food and water bowls, obviously set there for her. She trembled again with excitement as she watched him from her place on the floor. He uncorked a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and then, with a soft smile at her, he poured some into the bowl on the floor. She settled in front of the bowl and dipped her head to lap at the sweet, spicy wine. After they'd finished, Angie settled herself on the couch, spreading her legs to reveal a moist pink pussy under her short skirt. Calling Pet to her, she spread her legs a bit wider and pulled Pet's head into her, commanding her to lick her pussy until she came. He sat beside Angie and started fondling her ample tits while watching his Pet perform. 

Pet licked the pink folds of Angie's pussy, using her tongue to separate them and delving into the inner moistness. She knew that, as a Pet, she couldn't use her hands, so skillfully she manipulated her tongue, alternating between soft full licks and hard penetrating thrusts, pausing every so often to suck and nibble on Angie's throbbing clit. It didn't take long to feel Angie tighten and then Pet's face was covered in thick, sweet juices which she eagerly lapped up. Settling back on her 'haunches' she looked up at them, seeking approval for her first performance as their Pet. Praise was quick in coming from both Angie and her Love, as they stroked her head and told her what a wonderful sex pet she was. Angie pulled her up and, leaning over, licked the sticky juices from Pet's face, then placed a loving kiss on her lips. When she was done, Angie reached over and undid the zipper of his trousers, freeing a very hard, rigid cock. With an eager smile, Pet moved from between Angie's legs to take her place between his, almost devouring his cock in one swift gulp, burying the head in her throat in her eagerness to taste him. She sucked and slurped, swallowing and licking until, with a groan, he came in her mouth, flooding it, drops of cum leaking from her lips, drops that Angie quickly leaned over and licked away.

By now, Pet was trembling with excitement and aching to cum. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes to get release of her own. Chuckling, he acknowledged her need but told her she would have to wait a bit, til they were ready to play again. Instead of letting her cum, he zipped up his pants and, pulling Angie up with him, announced that it was a beautiful day outside and they were going for a walk. Tugging on her leash, he headed out the back door, to the grassy lawn that ended at a small cliff, giving them a spectacular view of the mountains beyond. Her body on fire, Pet followed on all fours, tugged along by the leash as she walked between them. Her body was on fire for more than one reason, though. Not only was she sexually frustrated but she realized it had been hours since she'd been to the bathroom and she needed to pee badly. However she couldn't tell him of her problem because he had forbidden her to speak. She stopped crawling along and whined up at him. Guessing at her problem he looked down at her then at Angie before reminding his love that she was a Pet and Pets peed outside! She stared up at him, her cheeks burning as she realized he expected her to pee out there, on all fours, in front of both of them. She whined again, hoping to make him relent but he wouldn't give in, reminding her that this was her fantasy and she would live it to its fullest. Finally, able to hold it no longer, she crawled to the end of her leash and spread her thighs, letting her stream of warm pee release into the grass. As she peed, even with her cheeks burning in shame, she realized that she was even more turned on than before!

Back in the cabin after their walk, he placed a couple of pillows on a low broad coffee table and ordered Pet up onto it. Placing her knees on one pillow and hands on the other, she looked up at him expectantly. Not willing to disappoint her, he nonetheless left her there on display for Angie as he went to retrieve something from the bedroom. Returning he held out a strap-on dildo and, with a grin, handed it to Angie who eagerly stripped and donned the lethal looking toy. Stepping out of his trousers he presented a rock hard cock to Pet, urging her to take it in her mouth once again. As she did, she felt Angie behind her and then the fat dildo was thrust into her aching pussy. She came instantly but that was just the beginning. Quickly establishing a rhythm, they alternately thrust in and out of Pet's pussy and mouth, fucking both her holes with great delight. After a while, and after several orgasms for Pet, they switched positions and Pet took the dildo in her mouth, tasting her own juices as it thrust in and out. It didn't take long for him to cum, filling her pussy with his cum. Angie withdrew the dildo from Pet's mouth and, once again changing places, she proceeded to suck his cum from her pussy as Pet cleaned his cock.

Afterwards, he instructed Pet to curl up on the rug on the floor and rest as he made supper. He gave her permission to speak so she and Angie could get to know each other better. As they spoke they realized how much they had in common and became very comfortable with each other. There was still the matter of her being a Pet, but now it seemed almost 'normal' to them as they talked about their likes and desires. It was evident that Angie loved controlling another woman and Pet certainly reacted favorably to that control.

Supper being ready, he called them to the kitchen to eat. The table was beautifully set with delicious food, china, and crystal wine glasses. Pet looked longingly at the spread then turned her head to see a plate of food on the floor for her, next to a bowl with more wine in it. The food had been cut into bite sized pieces and she, with a sigh, settled herself in front of the plate and proceed to eat, snatching up bites with her teeth. When she was done, and the couple at the table was enjoying their after dinner drinks, he ordered her under the table to lick and suck both pussy and cock again. She eagerly crawled under and, alternating between pussy and cock, brought them both to orgasm.

After supper, they went to the living room to watch a movie. Settling onto the couch, cuddled up together, he and Angie looked at their Pet. They ordered her to lay on her back on the floor in front of them and, as she watched the movie, she was to play with herself, but not cum. She spent the next 2 hours playing with her nipples and pussy, repeatedly bringing herself to the point of cumming, only to have to stop and wait for the desire to pass, then playing again. By the end of the movie, she was panting, aching, with the need to cum. He ordered her to her hands and knees then, taking the leash, he laid several short lashes onto her tender backside, telling her she had paused too often in her playing and this was her punishment. Her butt cheeks burned as did her face cheeks with shame, but she now needed to cum even more. Relenting, he offered her to Angie who had Pet roll over onto her back and, kneeling between her legs, quickly licked her pussy into a screeching orgasm.

By now, it was bedtime and they took Pet outside to pee again before retiring. He explained that, if she needed to use the bathroom facilities for more pressing needs, she would be allowed, but that peeing was to be done only outside. After a brief walk, they went to the bedroom where Pet was put in her kennel and the cage closed. He and Angie tumbled into bed, stroking, kissing, and eventually, after a few hours, fucking long and hard. Panting, he tumbled out of bed and sleepily released Pet from her cage, roughly ordering her to clean them both up with her mouth. Crawling up on the bed, she carefully and completely licked Angie's pussy clean, sucking out every drop of his cum. She then licked and cleaned his cock. When she was done he grabbed her collar and drug her back to her kennel, locked her in, and crawled back into bed. Pet struggled, wanting so much to curl up in his arms, but, instead, with a whimper and sigh, she curled up in the bottom of the cage and fell into an exhausted sleep. He watched her from his place in the bed, torn between his need to have her in his arms, and his desire to completely fulfill her fantasy. Angie's gazed alternated between them, before she finally gave him a soft kiss, complemented him on his great love for his Pet that allowed him to fulfill even such an extreme fantasy and, climbing from his bed, went to the guest room to sleep.

Pet was awakened in the morning to the sound of the cage door being opened. She blinked her eyes, still half shut with sleep, and saw him standing there, hand out to help her out of the cage. Angie was no where to be seen and he quickly pulled her into bed with him, holding her tight and whispering to her how proud he was of her and how much he loved her. He made slow sweet love to his Pet, reinforcing his love for her with his soft caresses and kisses. When they were done, he stroked her hair then, with a soft 'come Pet' he had her back on her hands and knees, crawling to the tub where he proceeded to wash her as he would a dog. When she was clean he laid a big fluffy towel on the floor and told her to stay there while he showered. 

When they were both clean, and he was dressed, they proceeded to the kitchen where Angie had just finished preparing breakfast. Hot coffee, eggs, and bacon were sitting on the table, with a plate of food already on the floor for Pet, along with a bowl filled with hot coffee for her. Pet went to Angie and, rubbing her face against Angie's crotch, let her know how much she appreciated Angie's participation in her fantasy. Angie reached down and scratched her head, telling her what a good pet she was and then ordered her to go eat, while they sat at the table.

After breakfast was done and the kitchen cleaned, they went for another walk, this time carrying a bag of toys with them. Finding a grassy meadow some distance from the house, they proceeded to play with their pet, throwing a ball for her to fetch, then sprawling on the ground, with her on her back so they could tease and torment her nipples and clit, til she came again and again. They took turns fucking her, he with his hard, hard cock, and she with the fat strap-on dildo. Angie discovered how sensitive Pet's nipples were and, to Pet's great delight, produced a pair of nipple clamps for her. With the clamps biting into her nipples, Angie forced Pet to chase the ball, her tits swinging, nipples burning with each step because of the clamps. When she returned with the ball, Angie removed the clamps at the same time she thrust a dildo into Pet's pussy, forcing her to cum violently.

Too soon for Pet, Angie announced that it was time for her to leave. They packed up the toys and headed back to the cabin, Pet's nipples still aching pleasantly from the morning's fun. She went with Angie to the guest room, curling up on the rug while she watched Angie pack. Escorting her to the door, Pet whined softly and rubbed her head against Angie's legs, letting her know how much she had enjoyed their time together and how sorry she was to see Angie go. 

When they were alone, he reached down and unlocked the collar, then pulled his love to her feet. They retreated to the cabin, spending several hours in bed, making love and discussing the events of the weekend. Finally, they packed up and headed home, both sure the weekend would be repeated, soon, as they had both thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



It wasn't entirely my fault. Well, I'd like to argue that it wasn't my fault at all, though I don't think I'd get away with it. But seriously, I was innocently floating on my back, gazing up at the perfect blue of the sky and I would probably have been happy to stay there all morning and all afternoon.

The problem, though, is that bathing suits don't leave much to the imagination; the Speedo, for example, gives far too much away, but even a relatively baggy pair of shorts is not the most modest item of clothing. And it doesn't matter if you're in the most public place; it's not ever easy to tamp down the natural human reaction to seeing a perfect specimen of the opposite sex, though at least as a woman it's not as embarrassing as it could be. 

It had been a quiet week -- boringly so. I guess that is the reward for spending a holiday in a huge resort filled to overflowing with tourists. The locals stay away as much as they can -- they have more interesting things to do -- and too often the tourists are exactly the people one was trying to escape from in the first place. 

It was, I had come to realise with regret, the kind of place that deliberately tried to keep its residents -- or inmates, so it felt -- from having to realise they were in a different country. Certainly it had not yet lived up to my colleagues' promise of beautiful men and unbridled sex on the beach. And it seemed like even my quite tame fantasy of a snog or even a dance with some gorgeous Adonis, some tall dark stranger, was more than I could expect to have fulfilled. I was fast running out of time.

The pool water was warm and the sun was just hot enough on my skin for comfort, without feeling like it would bake me to a crisp. My newly purchased string bikini had not attracted the attention I had secretly hoped it would, despite its (for me) daring brevity, but it had at least contributed to my having a nice even tan, even on my belly. I'd braved the topless beach one afternoon, but had been so intimidated by the confident, botoxed, tummy-tucked crew there that avoiding tan lines on my back had just become another unfulfilled fantasy. It had been bad enough being fully dressed at that end of the resort, never mind baring myself to a bunch of strangers. 

At least the pool was quiet today, the consequence of a day trip that most of the hotel's residents had taken up; not from some great desire to see the local culture, you understand, but because today's trip was to an enormous mall rumoured to have duty free booze.

Floating in my private, tranquil world, my eyes half closed against the light, I was convinced that if nothing had happened so far, my last couple of days in the place were unlikely to make any difference. So when a shadow fell across my face and I opened my eyes, I didn't immediately imagine that it was a harbinger of change.

I squinted up to see an undefined shadow on the diving board.

"This is dangerous," insisted a voice, the accent proclaiming its owner a native. "You should be paying more attention, I would have landed on you."

As my vision focused and my eyes adjusted to the brightness I squinted up at the figure towering above me.

"I'm not doing anything wrong," I grumbled. I opened my mouth to continue and then stopped dead as I finally took in a little more of the man who was glowering down at me.

The few local guys I had previously come into contact with had all been either ancient taverna landlords or callow pool boys. The youths were undeniably beautiful, but so young that it was easier to want to mother them than to lust over them; and the elderly men were just as sexy as elderly men at home -- that is, not at all. I had despaired, and reluctantly concluded that they must flip from one state to the other with no intervening period of gorgeous manhood, but the evidence to disprove my theory stood over me looking angry and almost painfully hot.

I have to admit that for a few moments what he was saying did not sink in at all; I was too busy catching up on all the ogling I had missed out on for the rest of the week. I was captivated by the long, well muscled thighs, the lean torso, the smooth but firm looking chest; I tried very hard not to check out the bulging package that his relatively modest but still brief and, crucially, wet swimming trunks utterly failed to disguise. Against the bright sky it was impossible to make out the detail of his face, but it was impossible to think that the owner of such a physique would be less than ravishing from the neck up.

It took me a second to realise fully that I was staring -- well, gawping really -- and then I realised that he had asked me a question and that I had entirely missed it.

"I'm sorry, I... what?" 

I flushed; OK, so I was starved for eye candy, but I really should be slightly more able to control myself, and being so bedazzled that my ears had actually shut down... well, kind of embarrassing, no?

"I asked, if you are only wishing to sunbathe, why do you not use a sun bed?" he repeated, sounding exasperated. "The swimming pool is for swimming."

He gestured at the array of white plastic loungers, today miraculously free of German and British tourists trying to re-enact vital wins and losses from the second world war by means of the skilful deployment of beach towels.

"I am swimming, I'm... well, I'm floating," I retorted, trying to work out just who this guy was. Most of the local men who worked in the resort were incredibly deferential, no doubt used to awkward foreigners and our unfortunate tendency to get our knickers in a twist about the stupidest things whilst on holiday. After a week of living the picturesquely sanitised life of a paying customer, with the staff living only to keep me happy, it was a strange though not unpleasant experience to have someone who clearly belonged here treat me like a normal, annoying human being who was somehow in the way or otherwise doing something wrong.

"Can you not float in the shallow end?" His tone was acerbic. I decided not to push my luck.

Muttering to myself about show offs, I paddled to the side of the pool where I clambered out inelegantly, giving anyone who cared to look an eyeful of my bum, and then perched for a moment, turning round in time to see Mister Perfection perform (but of course) a textbook dive into the clear water and plough the length of the pool with a strong, efficient front crawl.

I retreated to a lounger and the book which had been sitting on my white fluffy towel (provided by the management, naturally, fresh that morning), but it was pretty difficult to concentrate even on the chick lit (fluffier than my towel) which I had deemed suitable holiday fare. For some strange reason -- who knows why? -- I couldn't help staring at the utterly delectable body powering up and down the water. Well, we all have our weaknesses.

After a while the front crawl changed to a more leisurely backstroke and then to a positively laid back breast stroke (I allowed myself a dirty little snigger and an "if only" sigh at that thought...), at which point it seemed safe (well, ish) to get back in.

Leaving my book, in which I had barely managed to read a paragraph, I made my way back to the water and gingerly lowered myself in. It would feel delicious after a while, but in this warm air it always felt chilly at first. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my gorgeous pool-mate paused at the side, watching me, and was uncomfortably aware of my nipples unashamedly poking through the thin fabric of my bikini. 

"It's the cold water, it has nothing to do with you," I wanted to explain, but I was not even sure that was true. There was nothing much I could do and instead I slipped the last couple of inches down into the water more rapidly to cover up my body's betrayal.

His eyes stayed on me and I decided I should play it safe. Instead of floating along as I had before I begrudgingly fell into my own rather stately breaststroke, my head held high out of the water to save my hair from the worst of the chlorine. I had no doubt that after his swimming display he would be rather disparaging about the old-lady-style swimming, but gorgeous as he was I wasn't about to mess up my hair for him. Or so I thought.

The caress of the water against my skin and the sun reflecting off the ripples of the water was pleasant and after a short while I forgot to be self-conscious and just ambled along. I had even managed to forget about my company when, as I swam along, I felt hands on my skin -- one on my belly, one on my back -- gently but firmly tilting me forwards.

"You need to let your head under the water," said a familiar voice, but with the shock of being disturbed from my tranquil swim I lost the plot swimming wise and tried to right myself and stand up to tell this perfect stranger exactly where he could stick his swimming advice. Unfortunately I had not realised I was approaching the deep end; trying to stand up in almost six feet of water when one is barely five foot five is not something I would recommend.

After a few confused seconds I surfaced, coughing and spluttering, holding on tightly to the nearest solid object while I got my breath back. It took me a few seconds to realise that the solid object was my would-be swimming teacher, and that I had one hand wrapped tightly round a bicep and the other on his chest; it probably would have gratified me to realise that his nipple under my palm was at least as hard as my own if I hadn't just tried to drown myself in front of him.

I looked up crossly into his face. "Just what the fuck were you trying to...?"

He cocked his head to one side as I momentarily trailed off, speechless. Damn, he was fine. I had assumed that he would be beautiful; nothing had prepared me for exactly how beautiful. Unbelievably dark eyes, mid brown smooth, soft skin, sensual mouth, strong jaw, a shadow of stubble sprinkling his cheeks and chin, and a mass of black hair, soaked from the pool but curling slightly at his neck and temples where it had started to dry in the sun. He was a walking wet dream. 

It struck me that no man should be allowed to have eyelashes that lustrous or a mouth that full, or at least if he did he should not be allowed to possess them and yet at the same time look so masculine and so knicker-meltingly sexy. He raised an eyebrow and half smiled, revealing a glimpse of perfect white teeth, but his obvious pleasure in my slight discomfort was the stimulus I needed to remind myself that I was furious with him.

"What were you trying to do? Drown me?" I demanded. The smile was quickly wiped off his face when he realised the doe-eyed, come-hither look was not performing as expected.

"I was just trying to help you. You need to be more relaxed in the water, let your head go under. Then you will be more confident."

I glared at him. I considered telling him that in my day I'd been on my school's swimming team (as a substitute only, but even so) and that actually I had scuba dived off the Great Barrier Reef only last year and that, thanks, I knew how to cope under water on days when I didn't mind my hair being messed up and when some random know it all wasn't attempting to drown me. But between my anger and how close I was to his gorgeous body I couldn't seem to get a sentence out straight. I was not going to have him thinking I was some pathetic woman who could barely swim though, so without really thinking about it I settled on a practical demonstration.

I finally loosened my grip on him and, ducking under the water, too quickly for him to react, I swam down and around his legs. I could see him twisting round, clearly wondering what the hell I was up to, but I had the element of surprise on my side. He ended up in a half crouch, unable to keep track of what I was up to as I swirled around him, and on impulse I pulled myself in closer and pinched his backside through his shorts -- well, I couldn't help it, it was so firm and delicious and peachy I was tempted to bite it, and besides I was cross with him -- and then surfaced. 

His face was a picture -- but then I suspect mine was too. 

"I can swim, damn it. I was just trying to keep my hair dry, you idiot! And now look at me!"

It was easier to keep the anger going, walk away with whatever scrap of dignity remained, and to try to forget that I'd just felt up his butt. So I stalked away towards the shallow end, only realising too late that "stalking" doesn't work so well in water, extricated myself from the pool, grabbed my towel, and marched off in high dudgeon.

The walk through the gardens to the beach was a pleasant one, but I was in no mood to appreciate it. At first I felt relieved that at least I was leaving soon, so any embarrassment between me and my still anonymous non-friend would not have much time to cause a problem; as I went on, though, I realised with chagrin that for the first time this whole holiday I had met an attractive man, and my reaction had more or less been to humiliate both of us. Then it occurred to me that the whole swimming lesson act, the gentle hands on my naked skin, was probably his idea of a smooth chat up line -- help the clueless foreign girl who is swimming like someone's maiden aunt -- and my heart sank to my toes. My friend Carolyn always told me, "Never look a gift shag in the mouth." But it seemed possible that I had actually kicked this one in the mouth instead.

I was grateful for the warm air, which dried my skin off quickly, and the towel which had been haphazardly slung over my shoulders was demoted to temporary sarong as I approached the edge of the beach.

My aimless walking had taken me further than I had intended, and I groaned as I realised I'd managed to end up on the topless end of the private stretch of sand. Not that there was a rule about being topless, but it seemed de rigueur; when I'd come this way before I'd got as many odd looks with my boobs covered as you'd expect in the centre of London if your tits were hanging out. Possibly more. 

I leaned up against a tree and crossed my arms over my chest. It was a quiet day down here -- all the truly terrifying beauties must be at the mall -- and I reckoned I was probably fair competition for most of the bodies I could see splayed on the sand. But still. I hesitated, trying to decide the least humiliating choice between exposing myself, being stared at for not exposing myself, or returning to Mr Hunk at the pool.

I paused too long in my deliberations and was thrust into a totally new dilemma when I looked over my shoulder to find Mr Hunk himself gazing at me, a loose checked shirt open over his soaked shorts, obviously having followed me from the pool. I wondered if he had checked all along the beach or had just assumed I would be down here getting my kit off; part of me hoped that he had been banking on the latter, I must admit.

"What?" I barked, as he stood and looked at me.

He shot me a hangdog expression. "I am... I am sorry. I did not mean to... to patronise you," he said. His eyes continued to bore into me and then a smile tugged at the side of his mouth. I wondered if he was laughing at me, and I rued the impulse which had made me grab his bum.

"I'm sorry I, erm."

Now he was definitely laughing. "I am... not sorry." He moved closer and grinned. I forced myself not to grin back. No point making him think he could win me over that quickly. He held out a hand and I tentatively took it. "I am David." Of course, in his accent it sounded like 'Dah-veed' and about a million times sexier than plain old David.

"I am not used to women who know how to swim so well," he added. "Would you like to... can I show you something?"

I looked at him, wondering if his 'something' was concealed (not very well) in his shorts, but something in his expression convinced me that it was worth the chance and I shrugged.

"OK."

He took my hand and led me out onto the sand towards the sea. I feigned reluctance, hanging back and needing to be tugged along; partly I just didn't want to seem too eager, though I was absolutely gagging to touch him, and partly it was because being behind his line of vision made it a heck of a lot easier to disguise the fact that I could not help checking him out as we walked. On reflection I couldn't blame myself for earlier on. His backside was nigh on irresistible.

Finally we reached the water's edge and he dropped his shirt onto the beach. I primly folded my towel and placed it tidily on the sand, a silent attempt to signal that I was not interested in anything improper, and followed him into the waves.

He swam strongly out into the cool blue water and I followed; I was pretty sure he wasn't swimming full out as I was able to keep up with him, but I began to be nervous about how far out we were and how deep it was at exactly the moment when I was also too far out to feel confident about swimming back alone. I am a confident swimmer, but deep water still gives me the creeps unless I have a pair of fins to help me get back to shore easily. I wondered if I had made a mistake in trusting him so easily. 

He veered to the right and to my surprise I found the water getting reassuringly shallow till I could in fact touch the bottom again.

We walked up the gradual slope and found ourselves on a very, very flat sandbank, hardly worthy of the name it was so shallow. It was almost invisible above the water, and it felt a little as if we were standing on the surface of the ocean.

I plonked my bottom down on the soft white sand and turned back to the shore.

"Wow." The exclamation was entirely involuntary; seen from the distance, without the braying voices of the hoorah Henrys and their wives, it looked a very paradise. Cream and terracotta buildings peeped out of mounds of lush foliage, the green was fringed by sand that, with the blazing sun reflecting on it, looked like sparkling lines of sugar on the shore. Blue grey hills rose up behind, and in the far distance I could just make out the coast of the mainland, a mere smudge on the horizon even in this clear air. Above it all was that intensely blue sky. It was truly beautiful.

I turned to look at him, to share my wonder, and found him gazing intently at me. He stared at me for a moment, and then, as if satisfied that I had appreciated his view as it should be appreciated, slowly smiled and then turned back to look again himself.

"Thank you for showing me," I breathed. 

He nodded, and then laid back on the sand, closing his eyes against the sun.

"I am glad you like it. Few people see this place at its best. Now, you have."

When he fell silent, the only sound the waves murmuring at the edges of our little refuge. It was incredibly peaceful. After drinking in the view for a another few minutes I took his example and laid back. The sand was slightly damp and cool, and I guessed it never really dried out despite the full glare of the hot sunshine. I supposed I should be concerned about being marooned on this tiny island, which would surely disappear at the first wave of a rainstorm, but instead I felt myself relax properly for the first time since I had arrived. The resort was touted as a place to get away from it all, but unfortunately it was hard to get away from my fellow retreat-seekers. I wished I had been able to come here on my first day. To experience such peace and stillness was the most incredible novelty, and the air was so clean and fresh it was... well... indescribable.

I don't know how long we lay there in the quiet, our breathing mingling with the rustle of the sea; I felt extraordinarily comfortable. I suppose I was touched that he had trusted me with this view, which was clearly incredibly precious to him, and somehow that also engendered a sense of trust in him. It didn't occur to me to worry.

My tolerance for quiet and peace is pretty high, but when you're sharing a sandbank with a gorgeous man, it's kind of distracting. Inner peace versus damp hottie. It's tough. Eventually I turned on my side to look at him. His eyelids flickered; he was clearly as aware of me as I was of him, which was flattering, but he didn't open his eyes or acknowledge my look in any other way. I took the opportunity to stare at him for a few moments, drinking in his masculine beauty. He was tall and lanky rather than muscle bound, his physique almost that of a dancer; strong, even solid, but also graceful and lithe. It was tempting to reach out and touch him. After a moment he smiled. I imagined he was used to being stared at. He opened one eye and his grin widened. I'd been caught.




A Fantasy Fulfilled



I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, applying my mascara in the small window I'd made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

"How can you take a hot shower in this weather?" I said, capping my mascara and leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I'd had a shower a half hour ago and could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day.

Kevin made a sleepy noise, turned the water off and slid the curtain back with a metallic zing. He reached for a towel and I glanced his way, letting my eyes wander over his naked body, his skin pink from the hot water. We'd been together four years, and he never failed to make something else stir inside me, something warm and alive—all he had to do was smile and I'd feel it all through my body.

"Morning, baby," he said smiling, wiping the water from his eyes with the towel. He looked sexy with his long black hair dripping onto his wide shoulders, his chin just a little shadowed with dark whiskers I knew he wouldn't bother to shave off.

I turned when he stepped out of the shower and we exchanged a quick kiss. I felt the vague rush of arousal at his naked body and all the familiar details—the intricate black tattoos that covered his arms, the silver curls of his hoop earrings, the thin white scar that crossed his shoulder in an X. And his eyes—so dark and expressive and cunning.

"Morning," I said, dragging my eyes from his face. "You'd better hurry—it's almost quarter to."

I left the bathroom, finished dressing and returned five minutes later to find Kevin brushing his teeth lazily, staring at his reflection as he did, looking for all the world like he was ready to go to bed, not start his day. 

"I'm leaving without you if you're not ready in twenty minutes," I said with genuine irritation.

He made some noise around his toothbrush, acknowledgment or argument, and watched me as I took a few minutes to check my hair, arranging the blonde curls that hung around my face.

I looked my body over, smoothed my blue skirt, and turned around to consult the full length mirror on the wall behind us. It had taken me forever to pick the right outfit—something professional looking without being boring, and light enough that I stood a chance of getting to work without being soaked with sweat. 

I was applying for a new position at work. My interview was in an hour and a half. I knew I had a pretty good chance of getting it, but I was still nervous. I fussed with the buttons of my blouse, adjusted the collar, and studied the way the fabric hugged my breasts. I hoped I didn't look trashy with a little cleavage showing, but I also wanted to keep a little sex appeal in my outfit, just in case it helped.

Kevin moved to the sink and I couldn't help watching his body from behind as he bent to rinse his mouth. He'd barely dried off. I could see the beads of water on his skin. I wanted to run my finger across his back, joining them like a dot-to-dot. I wanted to feel the smooth warmth of his skin under mine, to crawl back in bed and make love instead of going to work.

He straightened, running his hand through his hair carelessly, and saw me looking. He smiled and I felt it inside; a tug of desire that anchored in my belly and pulled like a tide between my legs. I hastily returned my attention to my reflection.

He turned, watching me scrutinize my outfit in the mirror. 

"Do I look...professional?" I asked uncertainly, turning to view myself from the side, hoping my ass didn't look too big beneath the linen fabric of my skirt. "Hire-able?"

"I'd hire you," he said, stepping beside me and taking my arm, pulling me away from my reflection. "For all kinds of things."

He brought me close, his hands slipping to my waist. I knew the water from his skin was soaking into my clothes, and was almost annoyed, but his lusty eyes held mine and my annoyance was quenched by excitement. Only a few seconds of contact and I was already growing warm and aroused. He kissed me softly, with an open mouth, his tongue slipping over my lower lip; all animal appetite, no subtlety.

"Especially very naughty things," he said in a low voice. I laughed, even though I didn't want to. "Wicked things."

He kissed me again and I felt a tingle in my stomach, felt my body wanting to yield, to let it happen. 

He pressed me against the bathroom wall and starting hiking up my skirt. If I let him, he'd be inside me in a matter of minutes, pushing hard in that needy way he always had, like he hadn't fucked in years, though it had probably been less than 24 hours since we had. I loved that—even when he caught me off guard—I loved his needy desire. It never failed to get me wet.

But I couldn't be late to work this morning.

I reluctantly pushed his hands away.

"Kevin, don't." I turned my head away from his kiss but he just slid his open mouth to my throat and I sighed, despite myself. I pressed my hands against his bare chest and pushed him hard, but it only made him press against me more. "Come on—I don't have time for this today."

He ran his tongue over my skin, up to my ear, and sucked my earlobe, earring and all, into his lips. "Just a quick one?" he said, bringing his mouth back to mine. I was still pushing against him, but with much less effort. "For good luck?" I moaned as he searched my mouth with his tongue and for a second did nothing as his hands pulled my skirt higher, his hot palms cupping my ass. 

"Oh fucking hell," said a voice from the doorway. "Don't you two ever stop?"

Kevin's older brother Ryan stood in the doorway, scowling sleepily. I quickly pushed Kevin's hands away and smoothed my skirt. Kevin just sighed and stepped back, his cock half erect and pointing comically in his brother's direction.

"Jesus, Kevin what's your problem?" He looked away pointedly, radiating irritation. "Just get out, already." 

I felt embarrassed to have been caught, but more than that I felt bad for Ryan. His girlfriend of five years had broken up with him almost a year ago and he'd been miserable ever since. He'd moved out of her apartment and moved in with us, reluctantly. It was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, but it ended up being a good one—the rent wasn't high and he was closer to work, and having a third person to split the rent and utilities with made it easier on Kevin and I too. But Kevin loved giving Ryan a hard time, irritating him on purpose—not maliciously, but he couldn't help himself—that was just how Kevin was, and it drove Ryan crazy. 

I felt bad for him, he was a good guy. I could tell he was as embarrassed as he was annoyed, and I knew it had to be hard to see his brother and me together when his romantic life had pretty much dried up since he and his girlfriend had broken up.

"Sorry, Ryan," I said quietly as I squeezed past him and ran downstairs. 

I grabbed my bag, checked three times to make sure everything was in there I needed for the day, and called up the stairs for Kevin to hurry before we missed the bus.

He came down as I was putting on my shoes, looking sexy and totally at ease in his faded jeans and t-shirt. He patted my backside as he passed, slid his feet into his boots, and followed me out the door into the summer heat.

"I feel bad for Ryan," I said once we'd hurried the four blocks to the bus stop. I squinted up the road to look for the bus. It never made it come any faster, but it was impossible not to look. "He's so depressed."

"He's not," Kevin said casually. "He just needs to get laid."

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look at him. "Sex isn't the solution to everything, Kev."

He didn't answer, but I knew he was smiling at me, probably even ogling my ass. I turned my head after a minute and sure enough his eyes were sweeping down my body, a little smirk on his face.

"I wish we could do something for him," I said, ignoring Kevin's stare. "We could at least be more careful."

This morning wasn't the first time Ryan had happened upon me and Kevin making out. Kevin was impulsive and if not always horny, he certainly didn't take much persuading to get in the mood. He found it nearly impossible to not touch me when I was near enough, and once he touched me, he had a hard time not moving closer, touching me more, seeing how quickly he could get me turned on and undressed. I had a little more self-control than he did, but once he started kissing me, not much more.

"You could sleep with him," Kevin said as we moved toward the curb, watching the bus approach. I looked at him sharply, my incredulous reply swallowed by the squeal and the hiss of the bus as it arrived, doors opening wide. 

Once the bus started moving I looked at him, his sly grin.

"What did you say?"

"I said you could sleep with him; that would cheer him up."

"Oh shut up, Kevin," I said laughing.

"I'm serious, Colleen. He should be over her by now, it's almost been a year. His ego's taken a beating; if he got laid he wouldn't be so bitchy."

I laughed again, staring at him. "You really think, don't you? Sex would make everything better?"

"Not just sex, Colleen. Sex with you." His tongue darted out from between his lips to wet them. "If he got laid by you, he'd snap right out of it."

"You're not serious," I said, but I knew he was. "Tell me you're not."

Kevin leaned a little closer to me, his voice dropping slightly—for effect, I thought, certainly not because he cared if the other bus passengers heard. 

"We could break up, you and me, and you could go to him for comfort, do some hot rebound fucking." I stared at him, in disbelief. "And after you guys are done, we could get back together." He let his mouth stretch in a smile and raised his eyebrows meaningfully. "You know how good make-up sex is."

The thought of sleeping with Ryan—I'd never thought about it before, but I couldn't deny the appeal of the idea.

"There's something wrong with the way your brain works, Kev." I said decidedly.

"Think of good that would make him feel, Colleen, to be pursued by a woman again," Kevin continued, now sounding like he only had his brother's happiness in his mind. "And if that woman is you..." Now he was stroking my ego. "Mmm, I think getting to fuck you—that would be one hell of a boost to his self-esteem."

I continued to stare at him, at the expression on his face that told me he was serious. He leaned a little closer, and dropped his voice a little more so it slithered warmly into my ear.

"Besides, it would be so fucking hot—the two of you together. You fucking Ryan..."

"You're serious?" I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh, one that couldn't hide an excitement I suddenly felt. "What—do you want to watch or something?"

He smiled, knowing he had my interest, and nodded slowly. 

I wasn't about to admit it to him, but the idea was exciting—I'd never thought of being with anyone else but Kevin, not since we met, but suddenly the idea of being with Ryan was very intriguing, but I wasn't so sure about having an audience.

"You're such a perv, Kev." I wasn't able to hide my amusement.

He smiled again and looked at me levelly. "I'm dead serious, Colleen."

I stared at him for a few seconds as he watched my reaction, a smile frozen on his face. It wasn't really that surprising that the idea turned him on, I realized. Most things turned Kevin on, and his tastes definitely leaned toward the voyeuristic, but watching me have sex with his brother?

"You're crazy," I said finally, shaking my head like I was trying to shake the attractive image that had leaped up uninvited, of Ryan, shirtless and messy-haired first thing in the morning. "Now move, this is my stop."

He shifted, kissed my cheek as I passed.

"Good luck at the interview, baby."

He gave me a big, sincere smile, and made sure his hand made contact with my ass as I slid past him, his smile turning to a grin as I walked down the aisle.

The next two weeks, Kevin kept bringing it up, slipping it into conversation, whispering in my ear, as we were having sex. At first he played on my ego, building up his brother's attraction to me, but eventually he became explicit about how much he wanted to see his brother and me together.

I didn't exactly tell him to stop, but I didn't encourage his fantasies when he brought them up either. I kept telling him he was crazy, laughing it off, but now I was noticing Ryan in a way I hadn't before.

He was Kevin's older brother by eight years. There were two other brothers in between, and all four of the brothers looked and acted a lot alike. They were all loud and energetic, a little rough around the edges, perpetually sophomoric, but in a harmless enough way. 

Physically they were remarkably similar. They had the same sloping shoulders, the same long limbs, and they all moved the same—with an easy, loping stride, filling any space they were in with their personalities as much as their bodies.

Kevin didn't have the same athletic build as his brothers. He was more slender, less muscular, but the differences were secondary to the similarities, making him look like a slightly smaller version of them. They all had the same deep-set eyes, same squared jaw and thick, black hair. And they laughed the same—and laughed often.

I fond Ryan attractive if only because he looked like Kevin and I found Kevin irresistible, but I had to admit he was attractive because of the subtle difference between them, things I couldn't even put my finger on or name.

And then there was the way he looked at me. 

Kevin had been right; Ryan found me attractive. I had no doubt once I started noticing—his eyes were often too slow to look away when I caught him watching me. It thrilled me to my very center, stirring up an excited curiosity when he was around.

I didn't tease him, but Kevin did—with my body. If Ryan was around Kevin would find some way to draw attention to me, to my body, sometimes flat out remarking I looked sexy in whatever it was I was wearing at the time, asking Ryan if he agreed, and more than once he left the bedroom door open while we were having sex, knowing Ryan was home and could walk past at any moment.

On the Friday I got the call that I'd been offered the job, I called Kevin at work, and he said he'd take me out to celebrate after work. He took me to my favorite bar and did his best to get me drunk while he continued to try to convince me sleeping with Ryan was the solution to all the world's problems.

Between my elation at having gotten the job and the numerous beers I'd had, I was feeling pretty good—confident, a little reckless—and Kevin knew it, but he still looked surprised when I finally said I'd do it.

"Let's go," I said, moving to stand, wobbling a little on my heels. "Let's go home right now and I'll fuck his brains out."

For a second Kevin just gaped, and then he grinned like an idiot and we were out of there like a flash. 

I hadn't been entirely serious. I guess I'd assumed Kevin liked the idea of me sleeping with his brother, but would stop it before anything actually happened. I figured he'd get off on the taboo, and that would be enough. So I played it up on the walk home—telling him how hot it made me to think of him watching me fuck his brother. I thought it was a game and I was playing along, but when we got home it became obvious he'd been serious and was now more determined than ever to see it happen.

He pinned me to the apartment door before we went in, and kissed me with so much passion it hurt. His hands were everywhere, grasping and stroking, finally settling up under my skirt to tug at the waistband of my panties. He bent and quickly slipped them down my thighs, making me lose my balance and fall against him. He stripped them off and straightened, but didn't push me against the door again to fuck me like I thought he would. Instead, he steadied me and slid my panties into his pocket, grinning, kissed me once more and fumbled with the key to unlock the door.

The apartment was boiling hot, but I could hear the fan going in the living room. I could hear the TV too, which meant Ryan was home. Kevin led me toward the sound, his fingers gripping my hand tightly, and we found a shirtless Ryan sitting in front of the fan, watching TV. He barely reacted when we came in, only lifting his eyes once without saying a word. I noticed there was a small collection of bottles on the floor beside him; we weren't the only ones a little drunk. 

Kevin met my eyes meaningfully and led me to the other easy chair, pulling me onto his lap as he fell into it. I landed with my legs over the arm of the chair, my feet dangling above the floor.

We kissed for a few minutes, softly and wetly, and I wondered if Ryan was watching, surprised to find how much I hoped it was true. Kevin's hand moved to my knee and pushed it down so one of my legs fell atop his, my thighs parting. He drew my skirt up and slipped his hand right over my shaved pussy. I gasped against his mouth and for a second was lost in the kiss and light touch of his fingers on my skin before I remembered Ryan. Was he watching?

I turned, drawing my mouth from Kevin's and shivered at the look on Ryan's face—his gaze locked on my open thighs and the movement of his brother's fingers. I wondered how much he could see from his vantage point. Did Kevin's hand block his view or was he watching his brother's finger slip between my swollen labia?

I sighed with pleasure at the touch and the thought that he was watching. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I saw Ryan looking at my face. He looked away quickly, but not before we'd both seen the other looking. I sighed again, thrilled far more than I had expected I'd be.

"Mmm baby, you're so wet," Kevin growled into my ear, his voice low enough I was sure Ryan couldn't hear it over the TV and the fan. He slid his finger along the length of my slit, picking up the wetness and spreading it over my skin. "So fucking wet." 

He kissed my neck and slid his finger deep inside me without so much as a cursory circle at the entrance. I groaned and squirmed against him. 

"Did you see?" Kevin hissed. "He couldn't look away."

I groaned and looked at Ryan again. He was staring resolutely at the TV, the muscles in his face and neck tense as if he was trying very hard not to look our direction.

"What a naughty tease you are." I could hear the smile in Kevin's voice. "Showing off your pussy to my brother like that."

He moved his finger slowly, drawing it out and pressing it in again, his breath hot on my ear.

"You're so wet, Colleen. You're so hot for it—aren't you? You've been thinking about getting fucked by him for a while. I know you have. I know you want to him to touch you like this, like I'm touching you right now."

He drew his finger out and entered me again, pressing two fingers together and filling me fast. I groaned and arched my back, my eyes glued on Ryan.

"Do you want him, baby?" Kevin's breath was a little faster than it had been a moment before. "Do you want Ryan to fuck you? Hmm?"

I squirmed and, to my complete surprise, moaned out, "God, yes."

Ryan turned his head quickly, his eyes landing first between my legs where Kevin was slowly, methodically, and with great restraint filling me again and again with his fingers. When he lifted his eyes, they met mine and drilled right to my center, penetrating me with a spiraling heat.

"Oh fuuuuck, yes," I moaned. I heard Kevin gasp against my ear and then he pulled his hand away and pushed me up, off his lap and over the arm of the chair where I caught myself, teetering unsteadily for a second before I got my balance and looked up at Ryan. 

I walked toward him, moving slowly through a fog of arousal and alcohol, and staring at his bare chest, impulsively lifted my own shirt up and over my head. I heard a stereo intake of breath from Kevin and Ryan on either side of me. I let the shirt fall to the floor and in a few seconds was directly in front of Ryan whose eyes were glued to the sight of my bare breasts.




A Fantasy Fulfilled



The air from the fan cooled my sweaty skin and a shiver ran through me from the excitement of what I was about to do. The look on Ryan's face emboldened me—his expression of lust and confusion. I could feel how much power I had at that moment, his full attention on me.

I wouldn't have been surprised to hear the crack of discharged electricity when my knee touched Ryan's. I felt the thrill all the way through me. I felt as dazed as he looked, my head filled with a sudden and overwhelming desire to touch him, to make him want me.

I slid my knee against his and reached out to steady myself, hands on his hot shoulders, as I climbed onto his lap. My skirt hid the view, but I could feel my wet pussy opening as I straddled him, and the thought of how close to his cock it would be once I settled into his lap made my head swim.

Ryan's mouth hung open slightly, incredulity showing on his face. "What..."

It wasn't a protest, just a declaration of disbelief, and I silenced it with my mouth, pressing my open lips to his and kissing him the way Kevin often kissed me—deeply and with unrestrained desire. He reacted after a second, and his returned advance made my lust surge. I kissed him harder, more passionately.

He made a strange noise against my mouth and I realized he was trying to talk and kiss me at the same time. I drew back and the sight of his face made my stomach tighten excitedly; it had been a good kiss, he'd thought so too.

"What the fuck?" he said, eloquent as ever. "What is this?"

He looked at Kevin and I followed his gaze, surprised to see Kevin was just watching—not stroking himself, though from the look on his face and the bulge in his pants, I knew he was enjoying this.

He shook his head, grinning. "It's fucking hot, brother, that's what it is. Just enjoy it."

I looked at Ryan, who was still staring at Kevin uncertainly. Worried he was about to protest or to push me from his lap, I leaned close to his ear, making sure my lips touched his skin, and whispered, "I want you, Ryan."

He tensed, holding still, and I ran my hands over his shoulders, shifting my legs slightly, settling down into his lap more, my open pussy now making contact with the rough fabric of his cargo shorts and the hardness beneath that had to be his cock.

I drew back and turned his head to mine again.

"I want you to fuck me," I said, looking him in the eyes.

He exhaled suddenly. I felt the heat of his breath against my mouth and the tension shift through his whole body. I kissed him again and felt the heat of his hands as he laid them gently on my hips.

I shifted until my torso was level with his head. I watched his face as I moved closer, and we both moaned as I delivered my nipple to his mouth. He opened it and my moan turned to a gasp as he closed the gap between, pressing his open mouth to my breast.

I ran my hands over his head, threading my fingers through his short dark hair, thoroughly messing it up as he very carefully, almost hesitantly, explored the surface of my breast with his tongue. I turned, bringing my other breast to his mouth and watched with delight as he gave it the same careful treatment.

Kevin had never been this gentle or slow, not that I had ever minded his lusty need—I just hadn't known moving so slowly could be such a turn-on. But I was definitely turned on. 

Ryan's hands moved up to grasp my breasts, and for a few more minutes he moved from one to the other, his tongue tracing slowly all around and over my nipples before he sucked them, one after the other, applying more pressure until he had me breathing fast.

When he drew back, I relaxed back onto his lap and he looked over at Kevin again. I looked too, noticing Kevin's hand had moved to the front of his jeans, but he still hadn't drawn his cock out yet. I marveled at his restraint—it wasn't something he often showed.

He shook his head, grinning drunkenly, but I knew it was lustful drunkenness at this point, not from the alcohol.

"Oh baby, you're so fucking hot," he said looking at me. "Don't stop."

Ryan gave me an uncertain look, clearly not sure what to do. I returned my hands to his face quickly, and gave him a long, soft kiss, pressing my tongue against his lower lip until he opened his mouth. I searched for his tongue, found it, and we kissed with increased intensity as I slowly slid from his lap. 

The fan blew my skirt, flipping it up over my ass, the cool air soothing my throbbing pussy. I heard a noise of approval from Kevin at that; he loved my ass. And since he'd taken my panties in the hallway, he had an uncensored view of everything I had to offer.

I ran my hands down Ryan's chest again, drew back letting our mouths part with a wet sound, and reached for the button at the waistband of his shorts. His eyes went wide and he made a gurgling sound of desire deep in his throat. I couldn't help smiling at that.

I knew what he wanted to hear, what all men wanted to hear, and I bent toward him, seeing his eyes were on my breasts, and said in a soft voice once my fingers reached the button and began to undo it, "I want to suck your cock."

I adjusted my posture slightly to get access to the zipper and waited until he looked up at my face in disbelief.

"I want to suck you, Ryan. I want to feel your cock sliding into my mouth," I moved one knee back, lowered the zipper. "My lips wrapped around it." 

He stared, his eyes wide and starting to gain a more animal look to them.

"I want to feel it go deep." I was laying it on, thrilled by his silence and disbelief, and thinking with some delight that Kevin would soon be coming in his pants if I kept it up. "All the way in—deep."

I moved one foot to the floor, drew my other knee from the chair and stepped between his legs, bending at the waist to lower the zipper all the way. I could see the shape of his erection, held tight to his body by the dark blue briefs he was wearing, and swallowed excitedly.

I reached for the elastic waistband as I slowly sank to my knees, and with great care—one hand lowering the fabric, the other slipping into the gap—drew his cock out and into the light.

Every man wants to believe their cock is the most beautiful, the biggest, the thickest you have ever seen. Every man wants to believe that as you begin to suck them, you live for nothing else but the chance to get as much of their cock in your mouth as you can. Every man wants to hear you exclaim what I exclaimed with complete honesty at that moment.

"Oh my God, you're so big."

He was. His cock was huge. Not freakishly huge, not porn star huge, but certainly the largest cock I'd ever seen. And it was beautiful—long and smooth, a slightly lighter shade of bronze than his body, with a subtle curve at the middle, so that when I drew it all the way out and held it erect in my hand, it seemed to lean toward me, as if searching for my mouth. 

I stroked it gently as I kept easing his briefs as low as I could, wanting to see the whole package. I knew he must be proud of his cock and I wanted him to think I was impressed—which I was, in fact. I let my eyes go a little wide as I slid my hand in and under his scrotum, cupping it in my palm for a second before I brought it out, pushing the tight fabric of his briefs down underneath it. 

I looked up at him. He looked completely shocked, but with obvious excitement under his surprise. He wasn't stopping me, so I stroked his cock and gently kneaded his balls in my palm. I looked over at Kevin, who had shifted in his seat and was watching with anticipation.

"Go on," he said excitedly. "Suck him, baby."

I couldn't believe the thrill that ran through me at his words, but it ran through like a violent shiver and made me turn my head back, my mouth opening as I did, wanting nothing more than to do what they both wanted.

"Oh fuck," Ryan breathed as I turned back to him, my eyes now focused on the blunt tip of his cock, drawing it toward my lips. I let my tongue poke out slightly and then extend, moving forward to meet him and slid the head right into my mouth, cradling it with my tongue, keeping my lips soft. 

"Holy...fuck," Ryan swore as I eased my mouth down over the whole flared head and several inches of his thick shaft before I closed my lips and with my tongue moving like a wave against the underside, drew my head back until I was at the tip again.

He groaned and I saw his fist clench and unclench on the arm rest of the chair.

I rolled my tongue in a circle over the tip of his cock, closed my lips to suck, and brought myself forward again, letting him slide into my mouth slowly and as far as I could. He groaned again and I brought my mouth back up, licking and stroking with my tongue as I did. I took him deep a few more times concentrating on taking it as slowly as I could, wanting to make it last.

I held him between my lips and reached up with both hands to grab the fabric at his hips and tug. He automatically lifted his hips so I could lower his shorts, and when he did his cock slid further into my mouth, making him swear loudly.

Once I had his shorts to his ankles I sat up a little and stroked him, twisting my hand around the shaft of his cock while sucking the head. I looked at him and was delighted to see that look of utter amazement men get when they're being blown—like they'd died and gone to heaven. I smiled, knowing how completely I had him.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" I asked, extending my tongue and letting my lower jaw drop slowly, bringing my mouth to his cock as if my question needed visual support, as if he hadn't already had the idea himself. I swirled my tongue over the head, licking up the fluid the leaked from the tip.

"Oh my fucking God," he moaned in disbelief as I cradled his cock in the trough of my tongue. I took that as a 'yes' and adjusted my posture so I could begin a steady bobbing over him, enveloping his cock with my mouth, relaxing my jaw and focusing on the motion, feeling the thick head going deeper with each downward motion, until it hit the back of my throat and we both made a noise of excitement.

Ryan groaned and I closed my eyes, imagining Kevin watching—both of them watching as I slid my mouth up and down Ryan's shaft. He shifted his feet, removing them from the tangle of fabric around his ankles and as his thighs parted, I moved closer, settling against him, the prickly heat of his thighs beneath my arms, relaxing as I found my rhythm, sucking and stroking, a low moan coming from my throat as the thrill of what was happening built.

I drew back after a while and looked up at Ryan's face. His look of desperation made me shiver. I stroked him and glanced at Kevin, who groaned when our eyes met. I could tell he wanted me to continue—they both did. I brought Ryan's cock to my mouth again and, still watching Kevin, sucked the head between my lips. 

Ryan groaned, Kevin groaned, and I felt my head spin with excitement. I held Kevin's gaze as I bobbed slowly, just taking the head of Ryan's cock in my mouth, sucking and licking as I did. He looked like he was going to explode as he stared. 

I turned my eyes back to Ryan, paused, and took him deep into my mouth, deeper than before, and held him there for a second before drawing back and doing it again. I wanted him to come, I decided that as I sucked him and felt his body tense every time his cock head hit the back of my throat. Each time he groaned, swearing loudly, exciting me in turn so that each downward thrust of my head was a little more enthusiastic, a little quicker, more forceful.

I felt his thighs tense beneath my arms, spared a moment to look up and recognized the expression of a man on the verge of orgasm. It thrilled me to my center, I felt it deep inside me, in the tissue of my breasts and the swollen flesh of my labia. I stroked and sucked, wanting his cum, then held still as he pumped his hips, fucking my mouth with his cock.

He groaned loud, panting, and I clutched at his hips, pulling him toward me, bracing myself, waiting for the sudden flood of heat on my tongue. I heard Kevin on the other side of the room, encouraging his brother in an excited voice.

"Fuck her mouth, Ryan. Fill it up."

I squirmed as pleasure rippled through me and then a second later had to swallow as Ryan came—his cock jumping as his semen coated my tongue, so much in one spurt it threatened to leak from the corners of my mouth. I swallowed, drawing my mouth off, catching the next jet of cum on my tongue. 

"Fuck!" he swore, staring as his cock jumped again and again, emptying into my open mouth. I drew back, making sure he was watching, and swallowed. He made an indescribable noise between pain and delight, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his face pure disbelief.

Kevin was on me in a second, lifting me from the floor, his hands coming around to cup my breasts, his mouth against the back of my neck. I felt the heat and hardness of his cock as he thrust, his cock pressing against my ass.

"Oh baby, that was hot," he said, moving one hand between us to lift my skirt and move his cock lower, seeking the wet treasure between my legs. "I've got to fuck you right now, I can't wait."

I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against my thighs as he positioned himself. He found his target in a second and thrust it home, filling me roughly, making me cry out. I fell forward, catching myself before I fell onto Ryan, and braced myself with my hands against the back of Ryan's chair while Kevin fucked me hard.

Ryan stared up at me, my breasts bouncing in front of his face, his hand on his now limp cock, and for a few seconds he held my gaze as his brother fucked me, grunting and swearing, his hips slapping against my thighs, pushing a breath from my lungs with each forward thrust.

Kevin stopped suddenly, draping himself over my body and wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt him quivering against me, knew he was on the edge of coming, but wanted to stop. His breath was fast and I could feel his heart beating against my back.

"Oh baby," he whispered. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen..."

He straightened after a moment, pulling me with him. He lifted the front of my skirt and with his cock still inside me, brought his hand down to part my pussy lips with his fingers, exposing me to his fingers and his brother's hungry eyes.

I whimpered with pleasure as Kevin's fingers circled my clit, Ryan's eyes widening, his hand moving over his cock as he stared. I brought my hands up to stroke my breasts and closed my eyes for a few seconds while Kevin circled and stroked me, drawing sighs from deep in my chest, each one making me more aware of the presence of his cock inside me and the taste of Ryan's semen on my tongue.

"I loved watching you suck his cock," Kevin growled. "And you let him come in your mouth..." He pushed himself against me and I gasped with pleasure as his cock pressed inside me, touching somewhere deep inside me, a new sensation spreading through me. "He came in your mouth, Colleen. Fuck, that was...so goddamned sexy."

I opened my eyes and saw Ryan's rapt expression. 

"I want to see you come too," Kevin said, his finger moving more rapidly over my clit. "I want to see you come on my brother's cock."

I groaned, squirming in Kevin's grasp.

"Holy shit," Ryan breathed. His hand was moving over his cock, which I noticed was starting to get hard again.

"I want him to fuck your pussy."

I groaned again, clutching my breasts.

"I want him to fuck you and make you come." His voice was savage, excited, and he rocked his hips slightly, sending subtle ripples of pleasure through my pussy as he did. "Mmm, baby. I want to see you get fucked."

I squealed and Ryan gasped, clearly excited by this exchange. Kevin stepped back suddenly, his cock slipping from my pussy so roughly I squealed again. He grasped my arm and pulled me toward the couch. I looked at him as he pushed me down—I'd never seen his face like this, so excited, so completely driven by lust. 

He looked to his brother who had shifted in his seat, but hadn't stood yet. They stared at each other for a second and something wordless passed between them. Kevin took a step away from me and Ryan stood, both them looking at me, their cocks in their hands.

I wasn't sure what to do then. I waited, still sprawled where I'd fallen on the couch, my skirt up around my waist, my legs open. Ryan approached me, his face now confident, all the disbelief gone from his expression, and I watched him stroke his cock as he came toward me. 

"She's already wet," Kevin said to his brother. "Just fill her up and fuck her." 

For a second I was nervous—he looked so intent, his dark eyes even darker under his drawn brow, but when he reached for me he lifted me gently, turning me so my head was at the back of the couch, my hips at the very edge. He knelt in front of me and brought his cock to my open sex.

"Oh God," I said excitedly as he pressed the thick head into the opening of my vagina. It was as much the thrill of what was happening as the pleasure I felt as he slowly eased his way inside me.

He was bigger than Kevin—and while I'd never had a complaint about Kevin's cock, the sensations as my pussy stretched and yielded were so new and different I felt them in a way I never had before. I clutched the seat cushion beneath me and groaned as he worked his way deeper, filling me completely, bending my knees back so my feet were in the air.

He let out a long cry of pleasure from deep in his throat. "God," he groaned, his head rolling on his neck as he pushed his hips against me, burying himself as deep as he could.

Kevin moved onto the couch beside me. He'd undressed completely now and was stroking his cock as he watched his brother draw himself out and push it deep again. He brought his hand down and spread my pussy lips open with his fingers, making all three of us groan.

"Look at that," he said. His voice was thick with arousal. "Fuck. You have the most gorgeous cunt, baby. Look at your hard little clit." He ran his finger over it and my hips bucked involuntarily, causing Ryan's cock to hit deeper, making me cry out.

Kevin looked at me with an expression that was like a caress, so soft compared to his lusty expression of a moment before. I shivered and he bent to kiss me, swiping his tongue across my lower lip. "I love you, Colleen. You're so fucking sexy." He sucked my lip and made circles over my clit while Ryan started to move, drawing his hips forward and back, filling me slowly and completely.

Kevin kissed me until I was breathing fast. His finger was circling faster and Ryan was moving more quickly, filling me more suddenly, his face red, his expression wild. 

"Oh God, I'm gonna come again," he groaned in disbelief.

"Oh baby—he's fucking you," Kevin said in awe. "Filling you up...oh God...you're gonna come too, aren't you?" 

Kevin sounded on the verge of coming himself. I glanced at his face and he tried to smile, but couldn't, clearly he was more turned on than he'd ever been. He looked back to my pussy, and I looked too, moaning as Ryan adjusted his hold on my legs, and started to move more quickly. He had a determined look on his face, sweat gathering at his hairline as he fucked me. 

Kevin's other hand was on his cock, stroking in the same rhythm as Ryan's thrusting hips.

"Come on, baby," he said, watching my face. "You're close...come on Ryan's cock."

Ryan swore, looking up at us, dragging his eyes reluctantly from the sight of his cock plunging into me.

"Jesus," he said in breathy pant. "So fucking hot..."

"He's fucking you, baby. So hard."

I writhed, pleasure building to a painful intensity.

"Come on his cock," Kevin said roughly. "Come on my brother's cock."

When my orgasm hit I was clutching the couch cushions desperately, staring up into Ryan's sweaty face, straining to reach my peak from Kevin's relentless stroking. I looked at him, saw him watching too, and felt my insides clench. 




A Fantasy Fulfilled



"Oh baby," Kevin groaned, recognizing what was happening. "Yes, Colleen, you're gonna come. He's fucking you so hard. He's making you come." 

I gasped and whimpered as the pulsing began, my pussy clutching at Ryan's thick cock even as he continued driving into me with force. He echoed my cry of "Oh God" and stopped for a second while the muscles of my vagina spasmed and pulsed around his penis. 

"Colleen..." he said in an awed voice. Then his attention was drawn to Kevin who was still stroking his cock, clearly very close to his own orgasm. He swore and began thrusting into me again, quickly reaching a fevered pace, breathing fast as he fucked me.

Kevin's excitement was palpable. "Fuck her, Ryan," he encouraged, still stroking himself. "Fuck her hard."

Ryan needed no more encouragement—he lifted my hips and held them as he thrust. He was going to come again; I could see it in his face. I held onto the couch, my legs bobbing above me, my whole torso folded uncomfortably as he angled his cock to drive down into me from above. I cried out, he groaned, and with a savage thrust that brought a growl from deep in his chest, he came.

He shook against me, thrusting a few more times, his breathing erratic, sweat streaming down his face. He stayed inside me for a few seconds after his cock had stopped pulsing, and then slowly drew back. 

Kevin was on me in a heartbeat, grabbing me greedily and pulling me toward him on the couch. He was inside me the next instant, pressing me down into the cushions with his weight, his body hot and slick with sweat.

"You looked so sexy," he said with a growl. "Getting fucked like that."

He went up on his knees, pulling my hips with him, and started to thrust in a steady rhythm. He wouldn't last long, I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he came. He'd waited all this time, postponing his orgasm so he could come inside me.

"Oh baby," he gasped. His face was full of emotion, mostly lust, but there was tenderness there too—somewhere under his animal need to fuck the shit out of me. "Baby, you feel so good."

Ryan was still kneeling on the floor, recovering from his orgasm and watching his brother plunging his cock where his own had been just a moment before. He moved toward me and to my surprise, he bent his head and kissed me softly on the mouth. Kevin's thrusting made my whole body jump, but Ryan held my head still and gave me a deep, soft kiss that I felt all the way through me. He slid one hand to my breast and circled my nipple with a light touch.

Kevin swore, thrilled by what he saw.

I lay completely passive as the two brothers' attention clashed and overlapped, confusing me with sudden jolts of solid pleasure that were layered with a more subtle sensation of warmth building inside me. I moaned and sighed, my eyes moving from Ryan's face to Kevin's.

"Oh don't stop," I said suddenly, realizing how intense the sensation inside me had grown. "Don't stop—I want to come again."

Both of them groaned in reply. Kevin slowed his thrusts, but I could see it took some effort for him to hold off. Ryan moved his mouth to my breast and licked and sucked my nipple, his hand moving to cover the other breast. I ran my fingers through his hair again, pressing his mouth to my breast, and stared up at Kevin. 

"Colleen..." he whined. "Tell me when...tell me when I can move."

I sighed as the action of Ryan's tongue sent sparks of pleasure zipping through me. I twisted my hips looking for the magic position, making Kevin groan. He moved a hand to my clit and trapped it under his thumb. He pressed hard, making slow circles against the erect flesh.

I squirmed, arched my back, dug my fingers into Ryan's scalp, and gasped.

"Now, Kevin—"

The words weren't even all the way out of my mouth before Kevin's hips drew back and slammed against me. My body bounced and Ryan's teeth closed over my nipple, making me cry out so shrilly it was nearly a screech. Kevin howled and my pussy clenched again, milking his cock as he held himself tight, his cock spurting deep inside me.

We cried out in chorus, a tangle of curses and praises, both of us throbbing against the other, our pleasure joined in the most intimate pulse.

Ryan brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me softly before sitting back on his heels. I looked at him and he smiled, making my heart swell.

Kevin panted, shaking his head so his long hair hung over his face. I watched his chest and belly rise and fall in a quick rhythm. He shivered once, made a keening sound, and slowly relaxed his hold on my hips, letting them sink to the surface of the couch again. He drew himself out and collapsed on top of me, pressing his sweaty face to my neck, panting as he kissed me. 

He rested there for a second and I felt his hammering heart gradually slow. When he pushed up on his arms to look at me, a grin spread across his face. He looked me over for a few seconds and then turned his head, looking at Ryan who was still kneeling on the floor by the couch. "You just fucked my girlfriend," he said grinning.

For a second Ryan looked uncertain. Then he smiled too, his face reflecting his brother's like a mirror.

"I told you it would cheer him up," Kevin said, grinning. He ran a sweaty palm over me, closing it over my breast. His eyes flicked from my face to his brother's and his smile grew wider, his voice full of amusement when he spoke.

"Want to do it again?" 



A Fantasy Fulfilled



Sara approached her self imposed limitations rapidly. Her aggravating boss and coworkers were being even more annoying than usual today. Some days it seemed that the only one who knew how to use their wits and reasoning skills was herself. The day had only started 2 hours ago, but those two hours had been horrendous. The remainder of the workday crawled along incredibly slow; So she did her best, and just trudged through the necessary bull shit. As the clock struck 5:45 pm, she straightens up her desk and hurries out of the building like it was on fire. 

Sara climbs into her car dejectedly and closes her eyes as the door shuts behind her. She had been looking forward to quitting time since ten this morning. She starts the car and pulls out of the parking space carefully. It was now near six in the evening, and she headed straight home to try and scrub the stress away. Within a few minutes, she veers onto the highway and speeds towards her condo. 

A grateful smile spreads across her face as she pulls into her private garage and breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The day is now officially over, and it was time to let her hair down. Her neighborhood was quiet and filled with friendly people. Having grown up around here, she already knew everyone. She had inherited the condo from her now estranged parents when they had suddenly announced they were moving to Europe. So she jumped at the chance of finally owning her own place. 

She grabs her purse and walks to her condo. Unlocking the door quickly, she enters and throws her purse on the table in the foyer. Walking through the rooms, She turns on the lights. Making a quick stop in her kitchen and preparing herself a quick drink. Gingerly, she clasps the crystal glass filled with amber liquid and walks back into the front room. The soft glow of the lights creates a sense of peace over her, and a sudden urge to shed her confining business suit from her curvaceous figure. Strolling to the full-body mirror, she studies her creamy complexion and gentle curves. Many women only do this to find their flaws; Sara loves to admire her assets readily. She is 5 ft 7 and padded thickly at 275 lbs. Society, in general, labeled women like Sara as fat, but those standards hold no importance to her. She loves her large, fleshy tits, soft tummy, plump ass, and long, thick legs. Her long, dark hair thickly frames her chubby face, dark brown eyes that screams sex and lips that beg to be kissed completes the package. 

Already prepared for a long and hot soak, she heads to the bathroom to prepare a luxurious bubble bath. She had spent quite a bit of money for the large marble bath; including jets to stimulate the water, only because she rarely treated herself to anything luxurious. After getting the temperature of the water right and stopping up the tub, she pours a small amount of almond scented bubble bath under the running water. A few moments later, the thick layer of bubbles lure her. Sara carefully steps into the steaming, aromatic water and sinks her voluptuous body down. 

A sweet smile graces her plump lips as she runs her hands across her soft belly and up her sides. The hot water is already working its magic on her tense muscles. She leans her head back against the integrated cushion and allows her hands to cup her soft tits. Using her slightly chubby fingers, she teases her rose-colored nipples slowly. A soft moan of pleasure escapes her slightly parted lips. Almost mindlessly, she begins to move her hips slowly under the water. The warmth and movement of the water against her smooth pussy makes her body tremble. In her minds eye, she imagines her naughtiest fantasy. Just the thought of two men fucking her senseless, drives her hormones crazy. Not just any two men would do. She had just turned 31, but undoubtedly could not get enough of older men. Her imaginary lover was at least 50 years old and supremely confident about his advanced age. . They just seem to know what the hell they were doing without having to be coached. When she fucked, she wants to enjoy it; not teach. She had her sights on a couple of older guys here in the neighborhood, but had not had the opportunity to tease. 

Oh, she certainly knew them, having went to school with their daughters and all, but had never gotten any one on one time with them. Not from lack of trying either. Senior year, She had tried her hardest to get David alone, but his damn daughter kept pulling her away and back to the party. Michael damn near had seen her naked once. She had stayed the night with his daughter, and had strategically woken early to shower. As she finished rinsing the soap from her body, Michael had walked into the bathroom but had quickly left when he had noticed the water running. 

David was only 51 but had an air of magnetic energy about him. It did not hurt that he was incredibly hot, either. He stood 6 ft 2 with a slim build but you could tell he was not weak, short, slightly graying, brown hair, and the sexiest blue eyes she had ever seen in her life. Michael was almost the complete opposite but just as incredibly tempting to her. He was 54, and 5 ft 9 with a soft body like a big, ole teddy bear, shaggy blonde hair that fell just below his jaw, and crystal clear green eyes. She loved to fantasize about them, and how powerful their cocks would be. Would she be able to deep throat them? How much cum could she coax from their rods? 

Sara groans as the visuals flood her mind. The idea of their work roughened hands on her soft skin sent jolts of arousal through her body. Her hand slowly works its way down her body to her plump pussy. Using her thumb, she rubs her protruding clit softly and slides two slick fingers deep into her creamy cunt. Her desperate need to cum overcomes all other thoughts and drives her fingers hard and fast into her velvety sheath. The water splashes over the sides of the tub as she pounds her pussy. Her intense orgasm surprises her and pulls a wild cry from her. Bracing her feet on the bottom of the tub, she lifts her hips up and out of the water only to shoot cum across the bubbles still floating atop the water. Sinking her rounded hips back under the water; she takes a minute to catch her breath. Gasping and struggling slightly to stand a few moments later, she finally makes it out of the tub. 

A soft, fluffy towel is immediately wrapped around her flushed body, and she heads to her bedroom to grab a silk robe. After slipping the purple silk robe around her still damp body, she quickly towel dries her hair. Not bothering to brush it yet, she goes to make herself a cup of tea spiked with some rum. After dropping a lemon flavored candy piece into the cup, she lifts the steaming cup to her mouth and just breathes in the pungent aroma deeply. She planned to just vegetate for the remainder of the evening, maybe pop in a porn later and have some fun with her toys. Carrying her mug, she heads to the front room and just as she was about to take a cautious sip, a knock sounds at her front door. 

The sudden sound startles her, almost causing her to spill the hot liquid down the front of her, but she quickly recovers and sets it on the table. Cautiously she heads to her front door, and glances out the peep hole to see who was there. A wide smile spreads across her face as she sees David and Michael standing on her doorstep talking quietly. 

Sara quickly glances down at her robe, and notices that the robe was clinging to her moist tits lovingly. Her achingly hard nipples stood out vividly against the thin material. Smiling wickedly, she answers the door. 

"Well, Hello there. What can I do for you?" she murmurs softly, her dark brown eyes slightly shuttered. 

Both, David and Michaels eyes widen and jaws drop a bit as they take in her attire. 

Michael coughs and utters quickly, " Oh yea, well, We are the heads of the neighborhood watch and just wanted to let you know there will be a meeting this Sunday evening at my house. Do you remember how to find my house?" 

Smiling, Sara steps back and invites the men in with a wave of her arm, "I need to write all of this down so I wont forget it. I will be there; you can never be too careful." 

She watches the two men whisper furiously between each other, smiling to herself. 

"It's ok, guys. I promise I do not bite. Well, unless you ask nicely that is." 

Their jaws drop a bit more, but they rush in and shut the door. They follow her as she leads them to the living room to grab a pad of paper and a pen. She hands them to David and walks to the couch. Almost by the grace of god, her robe fell open perfectly as she sat. The top gaped open drastically, barely covering her hard nipples, and the bottom split open as she crossed her thick thighs. The creamy skin of her thighs seemed to hypnotized the men. David drops the pad of paper and pen and did not even bother to pick them up. 

"So, I'm guessing you like what you are seeing, David and Michael." 

"Oh fuck, We are so sorry, Sara. We are old enough to be your daddy; I'm certain you must think we're perverted old guys." David mutters embarrassingly; averting his gaze quickly. 

"God, we should be shot for looking at you like that, Sara. I'm sorry as well." Michael whispers and turns his back to her quickly. 

She only smiles and stands up. 

"David and Michael, I have wanted nothing more than to have you two look at me like you just did. I love older men, and honestly, have fantasized about you two for years now." As her words trailed off, she slips the robe off and lets it pool on the floor. 

The complete and utter silence that fills the room is deafening; their lust filled eyes glued to her nude body. 

"What are you doing, Sara? Its not nice to tease like this." Michael gasps out and begins to back out of the room, almost in a panic. 

"Who said I was teasing, Michael?" 

Sara walks to Michael and drops to her knees in front of him before he could escape the room. Looking up at him the whole time, she undoes his pants quickly and pulls his already hard cock out. Her imagination did him no justice. He was a staunch 8 inches and exceedingly thick. Pumping his stiff dick slowly, and rolling his heavy balls in her other hand. His wide eyes, filled with passion, stare down at her as she wraps her lips around his thick cock head. 

"Oh fuck Sara! God baby. Your mouth fucking feels so good." Michael grunts out breathlessly. 

Slowly, she lowers her mouth down around his cock until the head is pressing and nudging against her throat. She motions for David to come over and play and notices him rush to their sides. He quickly gets on the floor and scoots his head beneath her dripping pussy. David reaches up and tugs down on her hips and lowers her pussy to his hungry mouth. As she sucks on Michaels cock slowly, David licks eagerly up at her soaked pussy. Trembling hard against Davids mouth, Sara begins to ride his face rapidly. Smearing her juice all over his face, and by the wild moans coming from him, he loved it. When David forced his tongue into her tight cunt, Sara grunts and began to deep throat Michael over and over. 

"FUCK! You dirty, little slut. I'm going to cum down your pretty throat." Michael groans out, his eyes fastened on her body as it jiggled and swayed. 

Only able to grunt, Sara tightens her mouth and bobs on Michaels cock faster and harder, milking his throbbing cock. Michaels hand tangles into her hair and holds her head steady as he begins to fuck her more than willing mouth. His heavy balls slapping against her chin as he rams all 8 inches down her throat over and over. David begins to spank her plump ass cheeks hard as he bites her clit and chews on it. Almost simultaneously, Michael and Sara cum together. Michael growls out and shoves his cock as far as he can into her mouth. His thick, creamy cum coating her throat as it shoots out. At the same time, David moans loud as Sara gushes all over his face. With David tongue fucking her cunt and Michael slowly working his cock in and out of her mouth, Sara grabs her massive tits and pinches her nipples. Suddenly, David scoots out from under her and wraps his strong hand in her hair as Michael pulls out of her mouth. 

"Sara, you have been a very, very bad girl. I'm going to teach you a lesson you will never forget. I am not blind; I did notice how you looked at Michael and I when you were friends with our daughters. I also know you can not handle both of us at the same time, at least this time. Michael and I have double teamed other women before, and they could barely walk after we had finished with them. You are all mine tonight. Michael can have you tomorrow, if he chooses. You will be our lil slut, won't you?" David growls softly into her ear, menacing and stern. 

"Oh god, yes! Use me as much as you want! I'll do anything you want." Sara whimpers. 

Michael chuckles and slaps his softening cock against her mouth. "Good girl. Oh, I will want you tomorrow so be prepared for me." He adjusts his dick back into his boxers and pulls his pants up. 

"David, I will talk to you later, and do not damage our playtoy!" Michael calls out as he walks out of the condo. 

As the door closed, David, gently yet firmly, pulls Sara up to her feet and pushes her softly towards her bedroom. When they enter, he releases her and quickly strips his clothes off. Allowing Sara a breathtaking view of his toned body and his large 9 inch thick cock. 

"You like what you see, Sara?" he chuckles at her look of desire. 

"Oh god, David. Your so fucking hot!" she cries out. 

With a crooked smile, he walks to Sara and claims her mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. Her plump arms wrap around his neck, his toned arms grasp around her thick waist. Their mouths lock together passionately; their hands grasp and claw in frantic purpose. He pushes her back on the bed, and grabs her thick thighs and raises her feet into the air. Releasing her legs for a moment, he guides his engorged cock to her leaking cunt. With one quick and powerful thrust, he rams his dick into her balls deep. 

"OH FUCK!" she screams out, her hands automatically grab her tits and squeeze hard. 

"That's it, Sara. Take this fucking cock!" he growls out as he begins to pump in and out strong but slow. 

Her sweet body sways with each thrust, his gaze lowers to her pussy to watch his cock ram into her. He grabs her hands and moves them to her ankles to keep her legs back. His large hands grasp her tits and with a wicked smile, begins to ram his fat dick hard and fast into her. Drops of sweat fall from his forehead to land on her stomach and roll off to the side. 

"DAVID! Oh fuck yes!" she cries out, thrashing her head back and forth. 

"SARA! Fucking god, your pussy is so fucking tight! I bet your tight ass feels just as good!" he grunts out. 

"Take it! Fuck my ass!" she screams. 

Not wanting to waste time, he pulls out of her cunt and smears her juices all over her tight little asshole. He then slips two fingers inside and finger fucks her ass fast and hard. Panting and grunting, he pulls his fingers out and aims his thick cock head at her ass. Firmly, he pushes against the puckered flesh, quickly slipping the head of his cock inside her tight ass. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD YES!" she grunts out, as she slips every inch of his dick into her tight asshole. 

Speechless, he grabs her waist and begins to pump in and out. Speeding up with each thrust until he is pounding his hard rod into her ass, fast and hard. Their grunts and animalistic growls filling the bedroom. 

"David, I'm cumming!" she screeches loudly. Her hips bucking wildly as she cums hard; squirting against his taut stomach. The hot cream runs around his cock and down his thighs. 

"AHHHH! Take my cum, Sara!" he savagely growls, shoving his dick deep and swelling. His cock jumping and throbbing as he shoots spurt after spurt of cum deep in her ass. 

Sara releases her legs as he plops his cock out of her used ass. Leaving her legs dangling off the edge of the bed; gasping and laughing in delight. David crawls up into the bed, and guides Sara to do the same. He pulls her into his strong arms, holding her against his body tightly. 

"Was I what you were expecting, Sweet Sara?" David murmurs into her ear softly. 

"So much more, David. So much more." Sara whispers back, settling against him comfortably and dozing off.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.



When I got to the bar it was packed. I ordered my Jack and coke and surveyed the crowd. I am a 5 foot 10 dirty blonde. I'm slim with large 36D breasts. I consider myself attractive and I've been told I'm beautiful. However, I recently ended a long term relationship, therefore my game is a bit rusty. So, even though I was really horny I was striking out.

After a couple of hours I was the only patron left at the bar. I was about to leave, disappointed and frustrated, when my friend Sam walked into the bar with one of his friends.

"What's up." I said smiling. Sam is well built, a little taller than me. He has gorgeous dimples. It makes me hot when he smiles. Sam and I slept together once before. I decided to stay and see if Sam would be up for a romp in the hay tonight.

"Hey." Sam said. "This is John, he's on leave from the army."

Sam sat next to me, John on the other side of him. John was also well built with a chiseled profile. Sam ordered shots while I nursed my drink.

"Hey, Becky." Sam said to the bartender. "Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks." Becky smiled. Becky is a petite blond girl. Very cute.

"How about a birthday kiss?" Sam grinned.

"No" Becky laughed.

"What, you don't think it would go over too well with your boyfriend?" Sam said

"What about a birthday kiss from me?" I asked.

"No" Becky laughed again.

We talked for a bit then John and the bartender went outside to smoke.

"Hey Ted." Sam said walking behind the bar. 

"Yeah." Ted was working the door and the kitchen that night.

"I should be a bartender."

"Oh yeah."

"See," Sam said picking up the drink gun and scooping some ice with a cup "I can pour water." He pressed the water button and set the cup in front of me. He smiled, dimples flashing.

"Hey, thanks." I said taking a sip. I was pretty drunk and definitely needed the water.

Sam leaned on the shelf behind the bar as John and the bartender came back inside. John sat down next to me.

Becky made her way around behind the bar and stood next to Sam. She started telling us about her Halloween costumes. The last of which was a walk of shame girl.

"I wouldn't make you walk." John said with a wink.

Becky shook her head.

"Come on your the only hot girl in here. You can't blame me for trying." John smiled.

"Hey!" I said nudging John with my elbow.

"What? Your a lesbian." John said to me.

"No I'm not." I said.

"Oh. I assumed, because of your kiss comment earlier..." He trailed off and looked to Sam for help.

Sam shrugged and took a sip of my water.

"No. I just like to make out, girl or guy, but I don't play for that team. I like dick." I said laughing.

"You like dick huh. How about you take on me and Sam." He said teasingly.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Sam. Having two guys at once had always been a fantasy of mine. And both John and Sam were attractive guys.

"That's not a no." John said, hope in his voice.

I smiled and drank more of my water. If I was going to participate in a threesome I would need to sober up a bit. Sam wandered down to the end of the bar to chat with Ted and Becky started stocking the bar. John watched me in silence for minute. When Ted walked away from Sam to help Becky, I got up and walked over to Sam.

"So." I said

"So." Sam said.

"How are you at keeping things on the DL?" I searched Sam's face to see if he got my meaning and was interested.

"Me? I keep my mouth shut."

"And your friend?" I asked

"Huh?" Sam took a sip of his drink.

"Your friend." I turned around to see John walking over.

"How are you at keeping things on the DL?" I said to John.

"Not very good." John said, looking me up and down.

"Well that's too bad." I said sticking my ass out as I put my elbows on the bar.

"It's OK, he's not from around here." Sam said

That was all the assurance I needed. Before I knew it we had secured a ride to the frat house where Sam lived and John was staying. I grinned in anticipation the entire way there. 

When we got to Sam's room at the frat house he turned on the music. John stood behind me and Sam in front. I started dancing, grinding my ass into John's crotch. Sam pulled me in for a kiss. I moaned softly as both guys ran their hands over my body, exploring every inch of me. It felt amazing. I was the meat in a very sensual sandwich.

John slipped his hand into the front of pants and rubbed my slit. Sam was kissing my neck.

I lifted my shirt over my head, dancing the entire time. Sam removed his shirt; John unclasped my bra and pulled my pants and panties down to my knees. Sam kissed me deeply, passionately. I moaned happily. My nipples stood erect, my pussy dripped, I was in heaven. In moments we all stood naked. John pushed my head down to Sam's waiting cock while he fingered me. I took Sam's dick in my mouth and sucked hungrily.

I reached back to feel John's cock. I could feel the condom he had slid on while I had been busy slurping Sam. I moaned as John slipped his cock into my pussy. It felt so good to be skewered by two dicks.

I continued to suck Sam's cock, bobbing up and down, running my tongue along the entire length. Then John slid his rod out of my pussy and started pressing it into my brown flower. I moaned into Sam's dick as the pleasure and pain melded together. It had been a long time since anyone had gone there and I had forgotten how good it felt. Then Sam was gone, drunkenness taking over, and it was just John and me.

John pulled out of my ass and took the condom off. He walked around in front of me. I knelt down and got to work.

"Oh yeah" John said, "Now suck my balls girl."

I did as I was told, taking his balls into my mouth gently. John moaned. I alternated between his cock and balls. Licking and sucking.

Then John lifted me from my knees and led me to the bed. He pushed me face down across the bed and pulled another condom on. Then he was in my ass again. Pumping hard. I moaned and writhed in pleasure.

"Oh, yes." I said. "Yeah."

"You like that?" John asked.

"Yes. Yes. Ooooh." I responded, lost in the pleasure.

Soon Sam returned and climbed into the bed.

"Don't mind me, I'm going to pass out now." Sam said pulling the covers up.

John pulled out of my ass and pulled me off the bed. He lead me to the bathroom, where he pushed me onto my knees. Somewhere between the bed and the bathroom he had taken the condom off. I began sucking his cock. Every now and again John would stop me and tell me to suck his balls. I felt so dirty, kneeling on the bathroom floor of a frat house, sucking some strange guy's dick. I loved it!

Then John pulled me away from his cock and begin rubbing up and down the length. I started rubbing my clit as I watched.

"You want my cum girl." John asked.

"Oh, yes." I said.

"Where do you want it?"

"I want it on my face and tits." I said

John yanked furiously.

"Oh, please give me your cum." I begged.

John moaned and his cum came spurting out. Splashing me across the face and chest.

"Got something to clean up with?" I asked John.

"I don't know." John said. "Here." He tossed me the toilette paper and left.

As I cleaned up I felt dirty and used, yet so good.

"I hope you don't mind if I stay here." I said crawling into bed with Sam.

"Where else?" Sam said rolling over to face me.

He pulled me into a passionate kiss. God, that boy can kiss. He started fingering me and playing with my nipples. I moaned and began rubbing my clit.

"Are you going to come for me?" He asked.

"Yes." I moaned.

"You can be loud." He whispered into my ear before kissing me again.

I was happy to oblige, as I am usually loud when I orgasm.

"Twist my nipples." I said

I moaned and screamed as Sam brought me to the edge. Then in a shining moment of ecstasy I came, loudly.

As I came down from the pleasure high, Sam held me. I fell asleep in his arms, happier and more satisfied than I had been in a long time.

My last thought before drifting off was that Sam was the first guy to get me to cum since my ex.



A Fantasy Fulfilled



Why it turns me on so much, I really don't know. But the truth of the matter is that watching the woman I love having and, even more importantly, enjoying sex with another man drives me absolutely wild, more so than just about anything else. It's a fantasy that was satisfied for me several times, many years ago, by a naughty ex-girlfriend of mine named Melinda, but it's also one that, in all actuality, drove me crazy with lust long before I ever even realized it did, going all the way back to when I was 18 and my first girlfriend broke up with me.

Back then, after Gwen had broken up with me and, later, had gone off to college, I used to masturbate myself to sleep at night thinking about her being out on her own, having sex with other guys, and I thought at the time that it was just making me jealous. But when I reflected on it years later, I realized it was really just making me horny as hell. And a few years after that, when another girlfriend of mine actually asked me for my permission to have sex outside our relationship with another guy (ostensibly because she didn't trust herself not to just go ahead and do it with him behind my back anyway), I consented because – or so I thought at the time – I wanted her to "get it out of her system." In reality, as I realized later on, that event turned me on at least as much as it did her, especially afterwards when she told me all about it while we had sex. 

Unfortunately for me, it's also a fantasy that my wife of ten years, Marie, has never even half-seriously contemplated acting out for me. Simply put, she has never shown any desire whatsoever to sleep with another man (not that that in itself is a bad thing at all, mind you). This is despite knowing about my odd sexual kink pretty much right from the start of our relationship and knowing also that she was absolutely free to act out on any fantasies she might have, at any time, not to mention the fact that I'm the only guy she's ever been sexually involved with. I suppose that's what makes this story so remarkable. That's because this is the story of the night my wife made my wildest, hottest, most improbable fantasy come true. This is the story of the night my wife got her brains fucked out by another man and then came home and told me every wonderfully dirty detail.

Now, it used to be that my fantasy always entailed me actually watching Marie having sex with someone else, at least for the very first time. I mean, that sounds reasonable for this type of fantasy, right? However, over time the fantasy actually morphed so that I actually began wanting her to fuck another guy without me there. I mean my ex-Melinda had permission, when we were together, to go ahead and screw other guys without me around so long as she told me all about it in vivid detail later on (which she was quite good at). But the very first time she ever fucked another guy I naturally had to be there to witness that for myself (I was and I did and it was so fucking hot!). And so it was for years in my mind with Marie that the first time – in the unlikely event that there was to actually ever be a first time – I would absolutely need to be there to see it all happen. I'm not exactly sure when that changed, but somewhere along the line it did.

I know, I know, it's crazy, right? But for me, it just is what it is. Maybe I just feel like if I weren't there watching her, maybe she'd be more likely to do it, and I'm quite sure that most other guys would be more comfortable fucking her without me hanging around gawking at them. And even if she were willing to screw someone else while I sat there watching, she might still be more comfortable doing it if I weren't. What I mean by that is that she wouldn't have to worry about whether or not she was performing up to my expectations, or whether or not I was enjoying it enough. I think it's also probably more likely that she'd be there of her own accord and not just doing it because I wanted her to. Instead, without me there, she'd probably be more relaxed and more fully able enjoy herself than she would if I were in the room watching. She'd be able to fully concentrate on her own pleasure instead of mine, and ultimately that is what I'd want her to do. 

It's also quite probable that I just really like the idea of her being so downright naughty (doesn't every man want their wife to be a little bit naughty for them?). Doubtless it's a little of both, and maybe even a few other things thrown in for good measure. But regardless of the reason, the plain fact of the matter is that the thought of my wife, naked and getting laid by another guy gets me worked up like nothing else does. 

As remarkable as it sounds, that is exactly what happened very recently, around the time of my last birthday. Call it a very special birthday present if you will, though the spur-of-the-moment nature of it all suggests that this particular coincidence was nothing more than simple good timing. Whatever you call it, it has since thrown our love life into hyper-overdrive as she continually recounts for me all the naughty things that happened to her that wild night. As it turned out, that night was all that either of us could have ever hoped for, and more. Much, much more.

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It was a Saturday night, and my wife Marie was getting ready for a girls night out with three of our friends; Lynn, a newly divorced mother, Terri, recently separated from her husband, and Marcia, who is married but not really all that adamant about it. An otherwise sane man would have forbid his wife to hit the town with that particular threesome, but as you've gathered by now, I'm not really all that sane. So while I did not in any way create the scenario that led to the events of that night, I certainly did nothing to discourage her from going out with those three "cougars on the prowl." Being no fool my wife took my encouragement for exactly what it was, a thinly veiled attempt to facilitate her realizing my fantasy by going out drinking with three horny women, but nevertheless she still allowed me to pick her outfit for the night, including her lingerie, knowing that even in the very likely event that nothing at all sexual would happen, I would still get all worked up about her going out looking so hot, which in the end was a win/win situation. 

I went straight for the new outfit she had recently purchased with Lynn ostensibly for just this sort of occasion; a knee-high, ruffled black skirt, and a sexy kimono sleeve sweater-top in beige with a black and teal flower print. Underneath that, per my instructions, she wore a black lace bra, the fabric of which was so wonderfully sheer that her areolas showed clearly through (always a big turn-on for me). I've always really loved my wife's 36B breasts; soft, yet firm, small, but not too much so, and topped with the most deliciously big, hard, pink nipples. Beneath her skirt she wore my favorite pair of panties, black and white zebra print on satin with black lace trim. She even made sure that I noticed she had cleanly shaven her pussy in preparation for the evening, knowing this would simply heighten my excitement and inflame my imagination, not to mention lead to some seriously hot lovemaking later when she got home. Rounding out the outfit was a pair of dark, thigh-high stockings and a pair of black low-rise heels. She looked gorgeous and sexy, in a beautifully sophisticated way.

A little about Marie, she's 32 with brown hair and brown eyes, and stands five-foot-three with curves in all the right places, especially her full, round delicious ass. I mean she's got a really great ass. In fact, after a recent diet, and now five-years removed from delivering twins, she is looking about as good as she's ever looked. She is the plain Jane, girl-next-door type who has always been shy to the extent that people simply look straight through her without even noticing her (part of her master plan most of the time, I think), but she would most certainly garner some looks from other guys going out looking this good. Maybe even have to shoot a few of them down. It was enough to make my cock throb with eager anticipation. Spotting the salacious look in my eye, and perhaps reading my mind, my wife turned to me and said, "Don't get your hopes up, babe." I knew it was ridiculous to do so, but looking as sexy as she did that night, I couldn't help but hope that at the very least she'd do a little flirting and possibly even a little dancing. Maybe even a slow song, though I knew that would be pushing it. I knew better than to hope for anything more, and even that much was unlikely to happen.

Surprisingly, she didn't get home until very late that night, long after I'd gone to bed in fact, so it wasn't until late the next morning that I got the first subtle hint that something out of the ordinary had happened. But oh how she made me wait for it, too, teasing me throughout the day, dropping subtle little hints here and there about what might, or might not, have occurred, knowing all the while that it was making me go crazy. She had a secret that she knew would drive me wild and she was milking it just the way she knew that I'd want her to, building me up so that when the moment came, I'd be ready to burst.

Though I had lingering doubts throughout the day that anything really serious might have happened, it was simply driving me nuts thinking that maybe, just maybe, something might have, something exciting and amazing. Did she flirt with someone? Dance with him? Dare I hope for a drunken goodnight kiss? Hoping for anything more would seem to be inviting disappointment. So as soon as I had the boys in bed and asleep, and she emerged wet from her nightly shower, I began to hound her until she finally gave in and told me everything, totally blowing my mind and leading to the most explosively hot night of sex we've ever had. What follows is the thrilling tale she shared with me. 

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Lynn arrived to pick up Marie a little after 8:30, on their way to a girls night out of drinking and dancing, while her husband stayed home with the kids. Marie knew Rick had ulterior motives in mind when he had picked out her outfit for the evening, but that didn't mean, she thought to herself, that she would have to indulge him in his fantasies. On the other hand, it was kinda fun to see how worked up he always got from her going out looking like so good, and the resulting sex they'd have later was always off the charts so she allowed him that much. She'd simply leave the rest to his decidedly vivid imagination. 

They met up with Terri and Marcia at a favorite local sports bar for a couple of drinks before heading downtown to Finnegan's Irish Pub, where the music was loud, the dance floor was crowded, the drinks were flowing, and the pheromones were bouncing off the walls. After getting themselves a round, it took no time for Marcia to disappear into the crowd looking for someone who could take care of her needs for the night, while Terri, who was having a fling with the club's deejay, soon wandered off to the DJ booth to "make a request." Lynn and Marie, meanwhile, after finishing their drinks, decided to go hit the dance floor where they moved and grooved to all the top club hits by artists like Rihanna, Taio Cruz, and Lady Gaga.

After a while, Marie and Lynn decided to get themselves another drink and left the dance floor, heading for the bar. It was there that they ran into Tim, a guitar player in a local band and a longtime friend of Lynn's. Marie had actually met him a couple of months earlier on another girl's night out at a Cajun bar where his band had played a gig. She made quite an interesting impression upon him when she had drunkenly described in vivid detail to him, as well as a few others within earshot, an excellent blow-job she had very recently given to her husband. 

Greeting and pleasantries were exchanged and Tim then introduced his friend Erik, a tall, lanky blonde guy in his mid-30's with rough good looks, who seemed to make an immediately favorable impression on Lynn. The four of them began looking for a booth to sit down at and talk for a while, and when they found one Lynn made sure she was sitting next to Erik, leaving Marie, in a fortunate turn of events, sitting next to Tim. 

The four of them spent a little time shouting over the music about trivial stuff until Lynn and Erik decided to go hit the dance floor, leaving Marie and Tim, who seemed to be getting on quite well themselves, alone at the table. Marie, now onto her third drink of the night, was feeling very relaxed and was really enjoying herself, not to mention the attention being paid to her by Tim, who was in his early 40's, tall, handsome, and outgoing. After they had finished up their drinks Tim asked Marie if she'd like to dance and she quickly agreed, so together they hit the floor, shaking and grooving to the loud, bumping music. The two of them danced together for a good long while, seemingly oblivious to everyone else around them as the night grew late. There was nothing overtly sexual in the way they danced together, but the chemistry between them, Marie would later admit, was obvious.

Finally they decided to go to the bar to get another drink and cool down, when they ran into Terri who was quite drunk and complaining loudly that Marcia had ditched her and left with some guy she'd just met that night. Marcia had been Terri's ride to the club, though that didn't matter too much as Terri had been intending to leave with Anthony, the deejay, anyway. 

It was then, just after midnight, when Lynn, with Erik in tow, approached Marie and asked her if she might be willing to take a cab home. "I know I drove you here but Erik really wants to go back to my place and I'll pay for the cab," pleaded Lynn. "Don't worry about a cab Lynn," said Tim, "I can make sure she gets home alright." 

"Really?" said Lynn, "oh that would be awesome Tim, thanks! You're a great friend! Would that be okay with you?" she quickly asked Marie, "Tim's cool, I've known him for years, and besides, you two seem to be getting along fine." Marie thought about it for just a moment and said, "Sure that'd be fine. You go have fun!" It was a decision, she concluded days later, that all-but-sealed her fate.

With Lynn and Erik having gone to do the deed, Terri headed off to go flirt more with Anthony, while Marie and Tim finished up their drinks before heading back out to the dance floor. Marie knew that her husband had a seriously freaky side and would be thrilled when he found out that she had spent the whole evening dancing with another guy, and even more so when he learned that that Tim had also been the one to drive her home. She knew Rick would not get upset about anything she had done so far and would actually even want her to go further, yet when a slow song came on she still hesitated for a moment before thinking to herself, "ah, the hell with it" and fell into his arms. 

It felt good to be there, swaying slowly in his strong arms; his touch gentle, yet firm. She had never done anything remotely like this, nor dreamed that she might, but she was enjoying it all the same. For his part, Tim was a gentleman, keeping both hands around her waist and off of her ass, as so many guys would be prone to do. He made no overt moves, but a casual observer would have been sure he wanted to. The chemistry was flowing between them like electricity. 

After that song was over, they danced to another couple of fast songs before retreating once again from the dance floor. At this point it was nearly 1 AM and both of them were exhausted and sweating from dancing and they were heading to the bar to cool off when Tim stopped and asked Marie, "Hey, how about we get out of here. We can go back to my place and I can fix you up with a nightcap there before I take you home. I've got a full bar set-up at home and it'd sure be a lot cheaper than getting another drink here. A lot quieter, too, and we'd be able to hear each other talk." Feeling emboldened by four strong drinks and her inhibitions now seriously weakened, Marie simply answered, "Mmm... sure, that sounds good. This place is too loud and my feet are killing me!"

So with that, the two of them left the club, climbing into Tim's truck for the ride to his place. It was highly out of character for her to be leaving with a guy she barely knew, much less to be going back to his place, but at this point she still felt that despite all the flirtation, nothing was actually going to happen. And besides, she knew that it would give her husband a perverse thrill to know she'd be alone with him at his place, drunk, so why not go? It'd probably also frustrate the hell out of him that she hadn't done anything, and she was alright with that, too. 

The ride back to his place was surprisingly short, for as it turned out he lived only a few blocks away from her. His place was nice, adorned with all the latest electronic gadgetry, including a 55" television and a huge amp for his guitar, and was pretty well-kept for a bachelor. The furniture wasn't cheap either, including a nice, soft, plush couch and matching loveseat; the latter of which Marie promptly fell straight into, while Tim turned on some light music and fixed them each a drink. It was evident that Tim made a pretty good living for himself. 

Tim soon returned with her drink, finding her with her heels off and her legs stretched out across both cushions of the loveseat, looking extremely relaxed and quite sexy. He handed her a Lemon Drop and in turn she lifted her legs so that he could take the seat next to her, plopping them down into his lap after he had. "So," he started, "you given your husband any more of those great blowjobs you were talking about the last time we met?" Finally the elephant in the room was out in the open and they both laughed long and hard, while Marie turned bright red before replying sheepishly, "Oh you remembered that, huh? I was beginning to think you'd forgotten." Laughing, Tim replied, "Oh I remember alright, you think I'd forget?" 

"No, I guess not," she replied, before adding "Well now that you mention it, you should have seen him the other night, begging me not to stop!" 

"Oh I'll bet he was!" Tim responded, then asked, "So does you husband know you go around bragging about your blowjobs?" "Oh yeah, he doesn't mind at all," she replied. "He's all for it, actually. He's kind of a freak to tell you the truth." 

"Really? In that case, what would he say if he knew you were alone with me here at my place, talking about 'em?" he inquired. "Oh if he knew that," she said, "he'd probably want me to show you instead!" She was giggling as she watched his jaw dropped open. "Wait, what? Seriously? Well what are you waiting for?!" he stammered, only half-jokingly. The sexual tension in the room had just been turned up another few notches.

"Oh, my feet hurt!" cried Marie, quickly changing the subject "I haven't danced that much in years!" she said. "Would how about I rub them for you?" asked Tim. "Oh my God, seriously?" she replied, "Would you? Yes, please!" and extended her right foot out to him. He took it in his strong hands and began to gently rub the sole. "Ohhhh..." she groaned as he began kneading her foot with his strong hands, "shit that feels sooo good!" 

After taking a big sip of her drink, she then handed it to Tim so he could set it down on the end table next to him before leaning further back against the arm of the couch and allowing her eyes to close. If there's one thing she loves it's having her feet rubbed and she was basking in the moment as he firmly massaged her aching heels and toes. "Ohhh myyyy Gawwwd... that feels sooo good!" she said. 

He continued to massage her right foot with his right hand, while with the other he started to rub her ankle and calf. She groaned her approval of this, and after a few minutes, she said, "mmm...now this one," wiggling and indicating her left foot, and he took that one and began to work on it, noting the satisfied smile on her face. 




A Fantasy Fulfilled



A sound sort of like "aaaahhhoooohhhhmmmmoooohhhhhgodyesssssss....." was about all she could muster at this point, though she was clearly enjoying what his hands were doing.

As he worked her left foot with his right hand, his left hand returned to her right leg, rubbing her ankle and calf at first, but at the same time creeping very slowly upward. With her head leaned back against the arm of the loveseat and her eyes still closed, she murmured softly to him, "Mmm...hold on, get these things off me," pointing at her stockings and giving no indication at all that she wanted him to stop rubbing her legs. 

"Sure," Tim replied eagerly, and then slowly ran both of his hands softly up her smooth, creamy-white thigh to the top of her thigh-high stocking and began to gently tug them down. Suddenly, with a loud squeal she clamped her legs closed tightly around his hands and, giggling with hysterical laughter, said simply, "Tickles! Sorry," she said embarrassedly, "Wait a moment." She took several deep breaths to compose herself, relaxed her legs and then watched, completely surprised with herself as she allowed another man to slowly and rather seductively remove her stockings. In doing so, she knew, he must also have had one helluva look right up her skirt straight to the sexy pair of black and white panties her husband had picked out for her earlier in the evening. She was shocked at that moment to notice the incredible amount of wetness between her legs, and even more so to feel the rush that having noticed it gave her. She could hardly believe she had allowed things to get this far, yet at the same time she felt no urge whatsoever to stop it, nor even to close her legs to block his view.

With those pesky and uncomfortable stockings now out of the way, Tim again took her right foot in his hand and continued on with his manipulations. Once again a soft moan indicating pleasure was her response and, encouraged by this, he began to slowly work his way from her toes, to her ankles, up her calf slowly to her soft inner thigh. His touch was making her tremble in eager anticipation and she responded with a gentle, gasping breath, and further spreading her legs so as to allow him better access. It felt so surprisingly good to have him touching her legs, she thought, and though she could hardly believe it, she found she didn't want him to stop there. 

She knew that her husband wouldn't object, yet this wasn't about that anymore. This was about her and her pleasure. For the first time, another man other than her husband was touching her, and it felt good. Another man was making her wet, and she was thoroughly enjoying it and didn't want him to stop. She didn't really care at that moment about her husband's kinks; instead she just wanted him to touch her wetness and to feel how drenched he had made her. That her husband would actually get off on her permitting this simply allowed Marie to toss her guilt straight out the window.

She felt him slowly reaching higher and higher up her thigh and she gasped audibly as she suddenly felt his fingers touch her wet panties, softly brushing her over throbbing clit as he did so. This made her shudder and sent tingles all through her body, and she whimpered softly in obvious delight. Though she hadn't noticed it happening, her skirt was now bunched up around her waist fully exposing her sexy panties to him and her legs were spread wide, implicitly granting him full access. Tim began running his thumb in circles softly over her swollen nub through her moist panties, eliciting a soft moan in response. The look on her face told Tim that she was enjoying what he was doing and so for the next several tantalizing minutes he rubbed her through her sexy undies, up and down her slit, making her ache for him to take them off and touch her pussy. 

Then, gently sliding her panties to the side, he did just that, sliding his long middle finger inside of her soaked sugar walls, causing her to pant loudly this time. "Oh God yes, oh my God, yes, YES!" she cried out. Turned on at the sight of this married woman allowing him to finger his pussy, Tim then asked "And just what would your husband say now, if he knew I was doing this?" not really expecting the answer he received.

"Oh my God, I don't fucking care, but honestly he'd really want you to make me cum! Fuck, please don't stop! Do it! Oh God... oh fuck yes, that feels so fucking good! Make me cum, dammit! Make me fucking cum!" she squealed. She couldn't believe she was saying it, much less that she was letting him do it, but she no longer cared. All she now wanted so badly was for him to keep on touching her and to make her cum hard. Well, Tim thought with a sly smile, if her husband wants me to make her cum, who am I to say no?

He enjoyed the visual aspect of it all, very much. Marie lay there in front of him with her head back, eyes closed and her legs spread wide. Her own right hand had snaked its way up under her top and was now rubbing her hardened left nipple, while her left hand she reached down and exposed her cleanly shaven slit to him. Her pussy, soaking wet and glistening, looked absolutely delicious, he thought. She was moaning louder and louder by the moment as he continued to rub her sensitive clit, and the look on her face told him she was in ecstasy. She bucked her hips in rhythm with his fingers, pushing forward to fuck his probing thumb while with two fingers he rubbed her sensitive nub. "Oh God...Oh God...Oh my God, yes!" she muttered softly and slowly over and over, amazed at how good she felt. She offered him nothing in the way of resistance when he started to take her panties off, instead lifting her hips off the couch to help facilitate his efforts. All she wanted right at that moment was for Tim to make her cum.

Soon after he had her panties off, he hit on just the right spot with his fingers, rubbing her clit in a circular motion that had her begging him loudly, "God, don't stop doing that! Yes, yes, oh God just like that! Don't stop! Yes, yes, YESSSS!" A moment later she was arching her back and clamping her legs closed tightly around his wrist as she came by the hand of a man other than her husband for the first time in her life. And she came quite hard, too. "Fuck you look hot like that!" she heard Tim say.

It took her a few moments to catch her breath and compose herself, but when she did she knew exactly what she wanted to do. Rising up off the loveseat and standing in front of her new lover, she lifted her top up over her head and then unfastened the hook on her black lace bra, exposing her breasts to another man. Trembling, she sat down straddling him and they kissed with a fiery passion for the next several minutes as he cupped her bare breasts and pinched her rock hard nipples, further enflaming the inferno now burning in her pussy. Beneath her she could feel his rock hard cock straining to push through his slacks as she worked to unbutton and remove his shirt. It felt good pressed against her bare pussy and she responded by grinding her hips into his rigid bulge. When she had his shirt off, she stood up in front of him again and pushed her skirt down to the floor so that she was standing in front of him completely naked. He looked up at her with a hot longing in his eyes, taking it all in, while she looked down at him with a devilishly sexy look in hers. She found it gave her a wicked thrill to be standing naked in front of another man.

She then dropped to the floor on her knees in front of him and began to unfasten his belt and pants, wanting badly to see what was hidden inside. A moment later she was amazed to see herself holding another man's hard cock in her hand. Slowly she stroked his big cock as she tried to take it all in visually. Tim's cock was a couple of inches longer than her husbands she noted, probably a good 9 inches long, but not quite as thick as Rick's. It felt very good in her small hand, though, and she could feel the blood pulsing through it. The feel of it sent a rush through her loins. She soon noticed a small puddle of pre-cum at the tip and decided she could resist no more. Leaning forward she moaned loudly as she engulfed the tip of his cock between her lips and sampled his salty fluid.

She found she liked how he tasted and it gave her a rush throughout her entire body to feel another man's stiffened rod sliding in and out of her mouth. It was his turn to moan appreciatively, telling her not to stop because it felt so good which simply inspired her to suck him even harder. She could feel the wetness gushing through her pussy as she sucked him, and she trembled from head to toe with the excitement that she was feeling. She knew her husband was going to get off on this later when she told him all about it, but at the moment all she could think about now was sucking Tim's beautiful big cock. She felt as horny at this moment as she had ever felt in her life and all she wanted was to make this man blow his top and fill her mouth with his sticky hot cum. For the first time she wanted to be as bad, as dirty, and as naughty as she knew her husband would want her to be. She sucked Tim vigorously, looking up at him with her sexiest eyes, hungry to taste him and to see and hear him cum in her mouth.

He was really moaning loudly now and watching Marie intently as she swallowed his stiff dick, holding her hair back so he could better see his cock snaking in and out of her mouth. She wasn't kidding, he thought, she really knows how to suck some cock. "Fuck!" he said, "that feels fucking good, baby! Suck my fucking cock hard! Make me cum, baby! That's right, make me cum!" To her surprise, his forceful talk as she sucked him only turned her on even more and she renewed her vigor, sucking as hard and with as much passion as she'd ever sucked her husband. She could tell he was getting close and she wanted it badly. She sucked harder and faster, concentrating on the sensitive underside of the tip and stroking his shaft with her right hand while cupping his balls with her right until finally he stiffened and she knew it was coming. "Ah here it cums baby, yeah here it cums!" he said, urging her on. "Take it all! Yes! That's it baby, yes that's it! Yesss, oh fuck yessss!" He bucked his hips forward, shooting his hot load straight down her throat. She didn't let up for a moment, continuing to suck him until she had taken it all in (although just a little bit dribbled sexily down her chin), reveling in the feel of having just made another man lose his load in her mouth. 

"Oh shit Marie that was fantastic," he said after a few moments. "You weren't shitting me; you suck some serious cock. Tell me, you really think your husbands gonna like that?" Tim asked, skeptically. 

Laughing, Marie replied, "believe it or not, yeah, he's gonna love that. He's probably gonna be forcing me tell him this story for months."

"Well if it's a story he wants," Tim said, "we ought to give it a hell of an ending!"

As far as she had gone so far, she hadn't yet seriously considered letting him fuck her. It was one thing to suck his cock, but now she began to waiver. "I don't know Tim, it's getting kinda late. I'd better be going home." she said, still kneeling in front of him with his half-hard cock still in her hand. She found she couldn't take her eyes off of it. 

"Why?" he asked, "You know he'd want you to stay. C'mon, at least let me return the favor."

"Ah but you already made me cum, I was the one who returned the favor." she replied. 

"No, no, no, no..." he said, "that was nothing compared to what you did. C'mon, at least let me go down on you. You know he'd want you to let me." He still didn't believe it, but he could sense her will was breaking down and he was more than willing to play that card in order to get her stay a bit longer. "C'mon, you showed me what you could do with your mouth. Let me show you how good I can make you feel with mine." As he said this, his hands began to softly rub her shoulders, further weakening her defenses. 

Later on she'd blame the alcohol for it all, but at that moment all she felt was a aching in her pussy, a burning fire she wanted his tongue to put out. And besides, she thought, in for a penny, in for a pound and for all that had already happened, Tim was right. This story deserved one hell of an ending. "Oh what the hell," she said, deciding then and there how far this was going to go. "But you'd better have a condom!"

Tim laughed, stood up and finished taking off his pants. He then took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom, both of them now completely naked. 

While Tim turned on some music and lit a few candles for mood lighting, Marie fell straight into Tim's big King-sized bed. She could not remember ever having been quite as horny in all of her life as she lay in the center of his comforter, her legs spread wide, gently playing with herself and moaning softly as she waited for him to join her. Part of her mind tried to take it all in, what she'd already done and what she was about to do, and failed miserably. Instead the carnal side of her brain took over and once again she gave in to her lust. She'd never thought anything like this might ever happen and she was enjoying it more than she ever imagined she could have. She could not wait to feel him deep inside of her, fucking her. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit, moaning sexily. 

Tim watched her silently at the foot of the bed for a few minutes, taking it all in. It was almost as if she'd forgotten he was there, he thought, as she lay on his bed masturbating. Finally, he crawled onto the bed and lay down between her thighs, watching intently as she continued to diddle her own clit in eager anticipation. He could see clearly that she was soaking wet and thought she looked absolutely delicious. Unable to contain himself any longer, he heard her emit another audible gasp as he buried his face in her pussy, driving his tongue deep inside of her, licking up every delectable drop of her sexual juices. 

"Oh my God!" she said, "That feels good! Oh fuck baby, don't stop!" Marie began grinding her hips into Tim's face, grabbing his head and pulling him as closer. It felt so good, she thought, beginning to wonder now why she'd never considered doing this before (though she'd never admit that to her husband). As horny as she was it didn't take much until Tim had her on the edge of another magnificent orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Yessss!!!" she cried out as her back arched and waves of orgasmic pleasure began to shoot through her from her toes to the tip of her fingers. She came spectacularly for him, crying out loudly and bucking wildly as she rode a long, hard climax caused by his oral ministrations. 

It seemed to Marie that she lay there for hours recovering, though in reality it was only a few minuets, and when she finally opened her eyes she found Tim on his knees between her wide-spread legs rolling a condom on over his long, hard cock. Their eyes locked as he began to rub his cock up and down her wet slit. As he spanked her clit with his prick, she mouthed breathlessly to him, "Fuck me baby. Please fuck me now." He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he slowly, gently pushed the tip of his lengthy cock inside her. She could hardly believe it was happening as she felt him entering her, but at the same time she wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel him all the way inside of her, deeper than her husband had even been before. She loved to feel it deep.

He knew what he was doing, she thought, as his long, slender cock slid slowly inside of her and then back out again. Grabbing her legs and spreading them wider as she lay before him, Tim began to steadily piston his cock slowly in and out of her sopping wet pussy, feeling no need to rush this. All she could think of was how amazing it felt to have his cock drilling deep into her and she told him so over and over, begging him never to stop. After several minutes of fucking her long and slow from his knees, he lay down on top of her in the missionary position and began to plunge his cock even deeper inside of her as he kissed her neck, nibbled her ears and sucked her nipples. It was just the way she liked it and she was clearly enjoying this immensely. She bucked her hips forward to meet his every thrust, crying out loudly as he did so. "Oh my God," she said, her voice strained and high pitched from the ecstasy of it. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God yes, fuck me like that! Don't stop!" The look on her face said it all, those extra couple of inches were hitting her in all the right places and in response she wrapped her legs firmly around him, pulling him deeper into her, hungering to feel him as deep inside of her as she'd ever felt anything ever before. 

Her husband would have had a hard time recognizing his normally shy and restrained wife had been there to see her at that moment, nor would he have really believed what he was seeing, but sure as hell he would have loved it. Her hair all tussled and her face blazed with sexual ecstasy, lying naked on her back with her legs spread wide and wrapped around the back of another man who had his cock buried deep inside of her; something she swore would never happen. He would have called it, without a doubt, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"Fuck me, oh God yes...oh God YES! Fuck me, FUCK ME!" she cried out as his long cock repeatedly hit deeper than she'd ever been fucked before. His pace had gradually picked up and he was now steadily fucking her hard and fast, as well as deeper than she'd ever been before, and she was quickly approaching her third orgasm of the night. Her face clenched and her body stiffened as his marvelous cock brought her over the edge yet again, and she screamed loudly enough for the neighbors to know what was going on. "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YESSSSSS!" she screamed. "Oh God yes I'm fucking cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fucking fuck me! YESSSS!!" 

Her third orgasm of the evening seemed to be among the longest of her life, she reflected later, but it wasn't her last one of the night. Tim continued fucking her steadily until he sensed that the wave had finally passed, at which point he directed Marie to change positions so he could fuck her doggie style. She rolled over, noticing as she did so, a 2-foot-by-2-foot mirror on the headboard in front of her. Kneeling in front of him now on her elbows and knees, she grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest, spreading her legs as wide as she could for him, trembling with anticipation as she prepared to take his fantastic prick from behind. 

She was transfixed as she watched him in the mirror, entering her from behind, her already soaked pussy somehow getting even wetter from the sight of it. She moaned raucously, crying out passionately from the pleasure of it as he slowly slid his entire 9 inches deep inside of her and then quickly back out again, very gradually increasing his pace over the next several minutes. He worked his dick skillfully in and out of her, filling her pussy completely, knowing clearly how to best make use of his impressive tool. He was hitting her deeper than she could have imagined and she was reveling in the delight of it. It was, she thought, fucking amazing. 

She soon began to feel her fourth climax of the night building to a crescendo inside of her and she knew that this one was going to be incredible. Tim sensed it too and began thrusting his cock harder and faster into her, responding in kind to her eager reaction. 

"AAGK ... FUCK .... ME ... GAWD ... DAMM IT ... FUCK ME ... HARDER ... HARDER ... FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!! .... AAAHHH ... OOHH ....YES, YES, YES, YES, YESSSSSSS!!" she screamed as he hammered her pussy over the edge one final time, tears of ecstasy actually streaming out of her eyes as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of her life filled every single inch of her body. It was all too much for Tim to take. The sight and sound of her cumming so ferociously finally pushed him over the edge and they came together, an uprising of orgasmic bliss that seemed to them both to last an eternity. 




A Fantasy Fulfilled



He collapsed on top of her, his still rock hard cock resting deep inside of her and she delighted in the feel of his naked body pressed up against hers. Absolutely amazing, she thought to herself at that moment. Un-freaking-believable. Her thoughts wandered to her husband at that moment, and how he'd always said that she'd really enjoy doing something like this if she ever allowed herself to. She knew it was going to be an "I told you so" moment later on and there was nothing she could do about because she had absolutely fucking LOVED it!

Tim tried to get her to stay the night, and though she did sleep lightly in his arms for about a half an hour afterwards, she insisted finally that he had to take her home. As he dropped her off at a quarter to five in the morning he asked her, "So you think your husband's really going get off on that? I mean, we could always do it again if he really liked it!"

"I don't know," she said with a sexy smirk, "do you think you'd let him watch next time?" 

"Oh shit, if he wants to watch that'd be fine with me!" he replied with a hearty laugh. "Hell, maybe we can even tag-team you!" Once again he didn't expect her comeback, but nevertheless he delighted in it.

"Well why don't you give me your phone number." was all she said.

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To Be Continued?



A Fantasy Fulfilled



I work out at a local gym 3 to 4 times a week and over the course of a year or so have made friends with a black guy who comes in a couple of times a week. Karl and I are not 'best mates' or anything, it's just we sometimes work in together and may go for a beer and a game of darts after we finish at the gym.

Recently we had gone to the local to watch a match on the big screen and got talking to another guy, Steve, who we have seen in there on odd occasions.

After the match was finished we stood around finishing our beers and discussing the result when Steve suddenly says "Look guys, I realise we don't know each other that well but I have a favour to ask!" (Hope he doesn't want to borrow money I thought!). 

"My wife has this fantasy of having a bit of a gang bang, including at least one black guy." he says with a nod to Karl. "She's always said she doesn't want me to arrange anything with any of our friends in case she bottles out, but would you be up for it? I've seen you in here before and you seem like a couple of genuine guys, and she wants somebody with a decent physique, which I can see you both have." I have to agree with him there, and although I am reasonably fit I have to admit I try to avoid standing next to Karl in the showers as he is hung like a horse! 

You could have knocked us both down with a feather, but we looked at each other and said "Why not?!" "So how do you want to play this?" I asked Steve. "Well I thought I could take Linda to The Horse and Jockey (a nearby upmarket pub) one night and 'bump into a couple of mates from the Crown', invite you over for a drink, get her loosened up a bit with a few 'extra' vodkas (wink) and then see how the evening goes. When can you make it?" 

Well as were both free from steady girlfriends at the time, the only limiting factor was work, as we both do some shifts. But we soon worked out that we would both be free a week the following Saturday, and so agreed to meet Steve (and Linda!) around 9.30 - time for them to have a meal and a couple of drinks before we arrive.

We arrived at the pub and had just got to the bar when we heard; "Hi guys, what are you doing in here?" I turned to see Steve beckoning to us from a table in the corner where he sat with a really nice looking woman with wonderful long dark hair and, from where I was standing, a nice firm pair of breasts. 

After getting our drinks we wandered over and Steve did the introductions and asked us if we wanted to join them as the pub was fairly full and there were no spare seats to be seen. They had a couple of empty glasses in front of them and Linda was already quite relaxed and the conversation flowed easily. Later when I asked Linda if she was cold, as her nipples were stood out, she just laughed and said "No I'm not cold. It's just because my bra is so flimsy, and when I get horny my nipples always perk up!" Adding, "I just love ultra-feminine underwear and always wear stockings and suspenders when I go out in the evening as they make me feel so sexy." 

We bought another couple of rounds and she was soon flirting with Karl who is a good looking guy and we all knew that from where she was sat she could see the tell-tale bulge in his pants. Just before closing time Steve asked if we want to come back to their house and have a nightcap. We agreed of course!

Karl, who is quite smooth talker, sat next to Linda on the sofa and, with some egging on by Steve, soon persuaded Linda to come upstairs with us so Steve could take some erotic photos of her posing in her sexy underwear with the two of us! 

Once in the bedroom Karl and I quickly removed Linda's dress. The flimsy bra did little to conceal her already hard nipples and her sheer panties could not hide the dark triangle of hair that nestled at the juncture of her thighs. 

We stripped off as well and I heard Linda gave a low gasp as she saw Karl's still semi-rigid cock. 

"Oh God, that's amazing. Can I touch it?" she moaned. "You can do anything with it love." Karl replied, knowing that soon he would be doing anything he wanted with his cock! She grasped his cock and began slowly stroking it, as if mesmerised by the colour and size, which naturally began to increase as she caressed the silky shaft.

As she hefted the heavy flesh in her hand Karl slipped his hand inside her panties and when he withdrew it his fingers were already covered in a film of juice. I removed her bra while Karl eased down her panties and we manoeuvred her onto the bed on her on her hands and knees, dressed just in suspender and stockings. Without the bra her tits swung free -- and the lack of panties meant the view from the rear, of her swollen pussy peeking from between her thighs and edged with silky black hair, was the thing of wet dreams! 

We had already agreed that Steve would set up his video camera -- he wanted a copy of the night to wank to later -- and while he was getting it ready Karl positioned himself in front of Linda and started to feed his cock into her mouth, while I took position behind her and started to feel her cunt, which was already sopping. (We had already decided to do it this way round 'cos if Karl had fucked her first with his Big Black Cock I wouldn't get to feel the sides of her cunt after he had finished with her!) 

I soon slipped my (averaged size) cock into Linda's wet pussy and the pair of us began slowly fucking her from both ends. Karl's cock was now so hard and thick that Linda had her jaws open as wide as they would go in order to accommodate his girth. 

After a few minutes Steve moved into his wife's eye line so that she could see him wanking at the sight of his wife enjoying a spit-roast. The sight of him slowly wanking as he watched us fuck her seemed to excite her even more and I soon felt her cunt pulsing around my cock. As Steve fondled her dangling tits, Karl and I and continued to fuck her moist holes and soon Linda gave a low animal-like scream and came shuddering on my cock. This was our signal and Karl and I joined her, flooding her mouth and cunt with our cum. 

We then flipped Linda onto her back and spread-eagle her with cum dripping out of her pussy and her mouth and Steve knelt next to his wife and shot his load all over her face. She greedily started to lick his cum, mingled with Karl's, and then I wiped my cock on her face, smearing it with my spunk and her own pussy juices. The slutty cum-bucket couldn't get enough of this potent mix of juices and slurped it down greedily. 

After a few minutes rest Steve brought us some dressing gown belts and we tied Linda's arms and legs to the bed in an X shape so that we could get full access to her body. Karl and I spent the next 15 -- 20 mins gently toying with Linda's soft body to stimulate her senses and bring her back towards another climax. 

One of us would be stroking her breasts and caressing, tweaking or sucking her nipples while the other delved between her thighs. Her mound of black hair was like a tropical rain forest, dark, hot and moist. Parting her pubes allowed us to open the sweet lips of her pussy and tease her clit or slip a finger or two into her sopping cunt. But we always stopped before she could orgasm, even when her hips were bucking in an attempt to force her clit harder onto a finger or tongue to get some release from her building need to cum. 

Once Karl, Steve & I were all hard again, and Linda was begging to be allowed to cum, Karl knelt by her head and immediately she started to take the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth once more. While she was occupied with his cock I untied her and as I pulled her off him she made a sound like a cork popping due to the vacuum created by her mouth round his huge cock. 

Karl then lay down with his erection pointing at the ceiling and Linda rolled on top of him and started to rub her clit and cunt against his cock in an attempt to orgasm. Again I pulled her off him and turned her round into the reverse cowgirl position and started to guide his cock into her creamy cunt. 

"I think he's too big for me." she moaned and despite the wetness of her pussy she was reluctant to plunge her cunt down onto his massive black cock, so I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down -- hard. As his cock thrust into her and parted the walls of her cunt further than they have ever gone before she cried out "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!", in both agony and ecstasy, as his cock hit the bottom of her cunt. As her eyes rolled into the top of her head I began to thumb her rigid clit and when Karl shot his hot load into her cunt she started to orgasm -- screaming and shuddering as she came.

Now it was my turn to shove my throbbing cock into her sweet mouth and fuck it for all I was worth. She had totally lost her inhibitions by now and as my cock reamed her mouth she caressed my balls in a desperate attempt to make me cum. Well I soon obliged her and she swallowed down another load of spunk. 

Steve and I helped her off Karl's cock, which was still firmly lodged in her cunt, and laid her on the bed before Steve disappeared to the bathroom. He soon returned armed with an electric toothbrush which I realised he intended to use as a makeshift vibrator. He started to play the vibrating head of the brush around her breasts, paying particular attention to her deep pink areolae and the red, erect nipples. 

As Linda moaned from the pleasure she was getting from having her breasts stimulated she thrust a hand between her parted thighs to finger her glistening erect clit which was now permanently poking out from its hood. We let her start building to orgasm again before Karl and I grabbed her hands to stop her cumming. 

After letting her cravings subside for a couple of minutes we moved her down the bed so that her arse was perched on the edge. I then knelt between her open thighs and once again parted the lips of her pussy and began stroking the pink flaps and tonguing her juicy hole and the tip of her clit. 

Soon she was moaning "Fuck me, fuck me please. Stick your cock in my cunt, I want to cum!" 

I moved away from between her thighs and knelt on the bed at the side of her head, with her husband on the other side. I told her that if she sucked us both then maybe we would let her cum. She was soon moving her head from side to side and alternately sucking our cocks, while Karl held her wrists to make sure she could not frig herself. I gave Karl a nod and he stood at the bottom of the bed and positioned himself between Linda's creamy thighs. He placed the tip of his huge cock against her hole and then, rather than enter her, he began to slide it upwards between her pussy lips and over her clit to make doubly sure that her pussy would be slick and swollen before he entered her again. 

When he was satisfied that she was totally ready Karl eased the bulbous head of his cock between the puffy lips of her cunt, splaying them apart as the first inch or two of his cock entered her. Then he began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, pushing his cock just a bit further into her cunt with each forward movement of his hips. Steve and I watched how the lips of her cunt seemed to hold onto his cock each time he partially withdrew, and once again Linda started to plead "Oh fuck. Fuck me harder. I want your black cock all the way. I want to cum pleeeese!" 

Eager to oblige Karl started to thrust harder and deeper, his cock ramming in and out like a silky, smooth, black piston. As he finally pushed the full length of his cock into her pussy I grabbed the toothbrush and placed the vibrating head against her clit. As Karl shot another load of cum into Linda's willing pussy, it sent her totally over the edge. I have never seen a woman cum so loud and long as Linda did that night. I'm sure she actually blacked out for a moment as her orgasms shook her body from tip to toe.

This was the signal for Steve and I to release the pent up spunk from our balls and shoot it over her face and tits once again.

It was now late into the night and as we had both cum several times Karl & I decided it was time to ring for a taxi to take us home. As we started to get dressed Linda told us that she had now crossed one item off her bucket list!

Downstairs Steve told us that he was going away for a 'lads weekend' in a couple of weeks and he knew that Linda had arranged to go out with his mate's wife, Julie (a red-hot redhead!), for a meal at the Jockey and maybe we should make sure we were at the pub that night too -- as long as he could trust us to set the video running! 

As we rode home in the taxi I wondered to myself if eating pussy, or having her pussy eaten by another woman, was also on Linda's list -- maybe I would find out soon!!



A Fantasy Fulfilled



Madeline rang the doorbell, her heart pounding in her chest. It was almost like a dream. When that door opened, the roleplay, THE roleplay, the one she had fantasized about for so many years and had wanted to experience for so long was going to happen.

Madeline was fifty-four. A successful real estate broker and financially secure, with children who were grown and gone, she was ready to start slowing down a bit and enjoying life. With the kids out of the house Madeline wanted to include a more liberated sex life in her pursuits. An empty nest could be an advantage for some things.

Madeline wanted to roleplay and she knew exactly what she wanted: she wanted to be forced.

"Forced? What do you mean forced?" Madeline and Ted, her husband of thirty years, were in bed as Madeline tried to explain what it was she wanted to explore. 

The way he said it made Madeline feel foolish. "You know," she said. "Taken against my will. Maybe you could be a burglar who catches me home alone and makes me, well, you know, DO things."

"So what you're talking about is rape, is that right?"

"Well, if you want to put a name to it, yes, but..."

"You're saying you want me to rape you??"

"Ted, of course not, I want you to pretend to rape me. We set up a roleplaying scenario and act it out."

"Maddie, I'd feel awfully damned foolish doing something like that."

"Couldn't you give it a try?"

"Damn it Maddie, I'd have no idea how to go about something like that. Frankly, I find it a pretty sick idea. I'd really prefer not to discuss it any further."

The internet had been a godsend for Madeline. She had a small collection of bdsm porn in her laptop and used it to indulge her fantasies and give herself relief when her husband was away. Ted was not particularly computer literate and never used her laptop anyway, and Madeline was certain her little secret directory would remain a secret.

The laptop had been sluggish and Madeline suspected that she had perhaps picked up a virus or malware or one of those things that one hears about that foul up computers. She e-mailed her computer repair man. She'd been using the same one for years, and he had never failed to fix any problem within a matter of minutes. AND he made house calls.

He was in her office with the laptop. He was a coffee drinker and she had just made a fresh pot. She quietly opened the office door and was about to offer him a cup. His back was to her, the computer open before him. She could see the screen over his shoulder. Madeline's heart froze in her chest and her face flushed as if it had burst into flames.

On the screen was a photo of a mature woman. She was buxom and large-breasted. She was bound with her arms stretched over her head, and was completely naked and shiny with sweat. Her breasts were criss-crossed with the marks of a whip. The man wielding the whip stood before her in the uniform of a Nazi soldier. Madeline has masturbated with that pic before her dozens of times as she fantasized that it was her breasts being savaged.

"Oh My God," Madeline said weakly. The man wheeled around and quickly shut the laptop. "Oh My God," she repeated. "Jack...I don't know what to say. Oh shit. I can't even imagine what you must be thinking. I am so humiliated." She began to cry.

"Whoa! Hey!" The young man jumped from the chair and placed his arms around her. "Hey, it's no big deal!"

"Oh Jack," said the sobbing woman. "Oh God, don't look at me. I am so embarrassed! Oh God!!!"

"Listen, listen, listen," he said. "We all have our private thoughts about these things. They're nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Yeah, right," she responded. "Except in my case they're not exactly private anymore, are they?"

"Look...can't we just pretend this never happened?"

"Oh Jack, for Christ's sake!!" she sobbed.

"Yeah, I guess not. Listen, I know you probably think you're the only woman in the world who has thoughts like this. You're not. I fix computers, remember? I see this all the time, really."

"Sure you do. In men's computers!"

"Uh, no," he responded. "This is not an uncommon fantasy for women. Honestly. Can I share a little secret? I sort of go for this kind of thing myself."

"Oh Jack. I know you're trying to make me feel better."

In response the young man opened his own laptop that had been beside Madeline's on the desk. In a few seconds a photo appeared on the screen and Madeline gasped as her mouth fell open.

In the photo was a very pretty young blonde in a suburban kitchen. She was bent over the table and clearly her clothes had been torn off and strewn on the floor. The scenario suggested a soccer mom taken captive by an intruder. Her hands were tied behind her and her mouth was filled with what appeared to be her own panties. Behind her stood a man with a stocking mask over his face. He had opened his pants to expose a horse-sized erect penis. The position of the organ left no doubt that the terrified young woman was about to be anally sodomized and that she was not going to be a willing participant.

"Jack?" she said quizzically.

"Like I said." He responded.

"Jack," she sighed. "You mean I'm really not a nutcase? Oh my, I feel like a ton of weight has been lifted from my shoulders!!"

For the next hour they discussed their likes and dislikes, and viewed more photos, with Madeline becoming ever more relieved and comfortable. 

Jack said, "May I ask something?"

"Of course," she said.

"Have you ever roleplayed? Does he...?"

"Not a chance," she said, glumly.

"I'm in the same boat I'm afraid," he responded.

"Jack! You mean Sandi...?"

"No interest whatsoever," he said.

They both sat quietly for several minutes. Jack broke the silence.

"Um...maybe this happened for a reason."

Madeline raised her eyes quizzically.

"Well...would you consider a roleplay with me?"

She looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

"Well," he said sheepishly. "He won't and she won't. And this is something I really want to try. I fantasize about it all the time. Would it be such a bad thing?"

Madeline's brain was reeling. It was also something she really wanted to do and which was constantly in her thoughts as well. Jack was a lot younger that she was, but he was achingly handsome and built like Hercules. It would be wrong. But to deny herself when she was getting no younger would not only be wrong but a crime. She was still young enough and attractive enough that this young stud wanted her. She knew that she simply could not pass up this chance and then regret it later.

"Well," she said. "Did you have something in mind?"

Jack smiled broadly. "I sure do. I'll surprise you. Let me give you the setup. Do what I say then just play along."

And so it was the appointed day and Madeline stood before Jack's door. He had arranged to have the house to himself for a sufficient amount of time for their needs.

Madeline was wearing a tasteful skirt suit, the kind she wore for real estate showings and open houses. She had taken a long time choosing the matching bra and panties that she wore beneath. She wanted everything to be perfect. She had looked at thongs, but even though Madeline had a figure that many women far younger would envy, she felt that style just didn't work for a woman her age. The tiny bikini panties that she was wearing were perfect.

The door opened. Jack stood there in a pair of athletic shorts, just as any suburban male would who was puttering around the house on a weekend. 

"May I help you?" he said cheerfully.

"Good Morning," Madeline responded with a big smile. "I'm circulating a petition concerning the planned development for the greenspace down the street. May I talk to you about it?"

"Of course. Please come in. I hope you'll forgive my attire. I wasn't expecting lady callers."

Madeline stepped into Jack's living room and sat on the sofa where he indicated. For several minutes they made small talk as she pretended to inform him about the community issue. Jack stood, casually went to the door and locked it. Madeline's heart began to beat a little faster.

"I hope you'll excuse me for saying this, Mrs...?"

"Scott, Madeline Scott."

"Mrs. Scott. May I say that there are few ladies of your maturity who are so, well, alluring?"

Madeline hand moved to her throat in a typically feminine and demure gesture.

"Why thank you. What a sweet thing to say."

"Would you be good enough to accompany me to my basement?"

"Your basement?" Madeline asked quizzically. "Uh, I really think I need to be going."

Madeline stepped to the front door but it would not open.

"Please open the...Oh My Goodness!!"

Madeline had turned to find Jack holding a large knife.

"Please do as I say, Mrs. Scott."

"Please," Madeline stammered. "You can have my purse. Please open the door."

"Step this way please," Jack said. Madeline moved toward the basement steps. She was as excited as if she were a little girl on Christmas morning.

Jack moved her past the family room to the unfinished side of the basement. It was lit with a bare light bulb in a fixture. It was dark, forbidding, and absolutely delicious.

She turned to face her captor.

"Now then, Mrs. Scott. Please be good enough to take off your clothes."

"Please," Madeline whimpered. "Oh please don't. Don't make me do that. I'm a married woman. I'm a mother. I have grandchildren."

"Your clothes...now," Jack said ominously.

Madeline removed her suit jacket. With trembling fingers she unbuttoned the blouse and removed it, followed by the skirt. She stood in the bra and panties and was thrilled that Jack seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing.

"Continue," he ordered.

Madeline could barely contain her excitement. For the first time in thirty years, a man other than her husband was about to see her nipples and the thick, untrimmed triangle of brown hair that accented her rapidly moistening pussy. She reached behind, unhooked the bra and pulled the cups away from her breasts. She was pleased at how Jack's eyes widened. She wore a D cup, her breasts still thrust firmly from her chest, and her nipples were large, erect and chocolate brown. Madeline looked towards the floor and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Panties!" Jack snapped.

"Oh please, no!" Madeline said softly.

"Do you need help?"

Madeline put her thumbs in the waistband of the panties, pushed them down her thighs to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood naked and more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

Jack placed the knife on a shelf and picked up two nylon wrist cuffs with Velcro closures and D rings. In seconds he had placed them on Madeline's wrists, passed a rope through them and then through a hook in the ceiling. He pulled the rope and secured it, leaving Madeline standing with her arms stretched over her head.

Everything was perfect. The position of her arms thrust her breasts out in front of her in a way that she found irresistibly erotic. How many times in her fantasies had she been tied this way, by Nazi interrogators, mob thugs, Indian braves, in the dungeon of an evil nobleman?

"Very impressive, Mrs. Scott. Very impressive indeed," said Jack.

He walked behind her, reached around and brushed the tips of her nipples with the palms of his hands. Madeline gasped. Her nipples had always been sensitive but today they were like live wires and so erect that she felt as if they would pop from her breasts and fly across the room. Jack began to gently knead her breasts and pinch her nipples as she squirmed and her breathing quickened.

"Mrs. Scott, allow me to explain," Jack said quietly in her ear. "I'm in what you might call the export business. I locate and acquire very special merchandise which is then sold at auction to a very well-heeled and discriminating clientele. That merchandise is beautiful women."

Madeline smiled involuntarily. So THAT was it! Jack had told her that he had a scenario that he thought she would enjoy and that she should play along. Kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder!! Oh yes, she liked this very much! Would she have to stand naked on an auction block while strange men bid on her? Would they be allowed to examine her, to touch her?

"What?" Madeline gasped in mock disbelief. "But...but you can't sell me! This is the 21st century!!"

"Quite to the contrary, Mrs. Scott. Why, the slavery business is booming. You're going to bring an excellent price. We have a very dedicated clientele that has a taste for beautiful, educated, sophisticated western women to serve as sex slaves."

"Sex slaves? But I'm fifty-four years old! No man will want me as a sex slave! Please, just let me go...I won't tell anyone!"

"You are quite mistaken, Mrs. Scott. Some of our best clients come from cultures in which women are not encouraged to be sexually sophisticated. A woman of your age who has been married for some years...and who looks as magnificent as you do when you're naked...and who can be expected to know how to please a man in bed is highly sought after. Is it safe for me to assume that you suck your husband's penis?"

"What??? I...I love my husband!!"

"Which means that you suck his cock, and you enjoy sucking it. Am I correct? Does he fuck you in the ass?"

"Oh God, please stop this. Please let me go!" Madeline whimpered.

"I asked if he fucks you in the ass!" Jack snapped.

"No...that is...I'm very tight. I've always been afraid to let him try."

"Really? That is most interesting. Let's see."

Jack licked an index finger, and to Madeline's surprise she felt the tip of the digit against the pucker of her anus. It began to slide into her. She gasped.

"What are you doing???" she cried.

"You ARE quite tight Mrs. Scott. That's a bonus. It's quite unusual for a woman of your age and beauty to never have experienced anal lovemaking. You're going to be the gem of the next auction."

Madeline's thoughts whirled. Would this happen when she was auctioned? Would the bidders be allowed to stick their fingers in her ass?

"You don't mean that you'll sell me to a man who will anally rape me???"

"You'll be sold as a sex slave, Mrs. Scott. You will submit to any sex acts that your owner desires. You will also service his guests, including women. Have you made love to women in the past?"

"No!! Of course not!! Oh please, I'm not that kind of a woman!!"

Jack's right hand moved from Madeline's bare breast down over her stomach until it was between her legs. She felt a finger part her lips and touch her clit. It was tremendously exciting.

"Your body betrays you, Mrs. Scott. Your pussy is quite wet. This excites you, doesn't it? Being made a prisoner and stripped naked has you aroused. This is what all women want, to be owned. To be controlled and to live to pleasure your man. Yes, Mrs. Scott, you are that kind of a woman...you all are. You just need training and guidance to begin your new life. Right now you're going to demonstrate your skill at giving oral pleasure."

Jack around in front of Madeline and quickly pulled off the athletic shorts he was wearing. He was naked beneath them. His cock stood erect and was quite large, standing upright from the thick black hair that surrounded his ball sac. He was handsome and very well-built. Madeline still found it hard to believe that she wasn't dreaming. She was tied up naked in the basement of a gorgeous man who was half her age and who wanted her, really wanted her sexually.

"I'm going to loosen the ropes so that you can kneel. You will then suck me off."

"Oh God no, please!! Don't you see?? I'm a married woman!! I can't just take another man's penis in my mouth!! I just can't!!"

Jack removed an item from the shelf that had held the wrist cuffs. It was a whip, a short singletail. Madeline recognized it from bondage gear websites that she had browsed. She knew that it was ideal for whipping the breasts of captive women.

"Mrs. Scott, in your new life disobedience is not tolerated. Men who keep sex slaves also keep very well-equipped dungeons and have no qualms about employing torture to deal with reluctance on the part of a slave. Would you like a demonstration?"

Madeline very much wanted a demonstration. In her fantasies she had taken hundreds of lashes across her breasts, her ass, between her legs. She wanted Jack to whip her. But she had to keep her head. It would be simply impossible to explain whip welts to her husband.

"No," Madeline said softly. "I'll obey you."

Jack loosened the rope allowing Madeline to kneel. Her heart pounded as he twined his fingers in her hair and the big cockhead loomed before her lips.

"Suck me, Mrs. Scott. You will, of course, be required to swallow."

Madeline closed her eyes as her captor began fucking her mouth. Every fantasy she had ever had came rushing back to her, and Jack's cock became the cocks of dozens of fantasy captors who had forced her to submit to oral rape. He was rough with her, just rough enough, and she loved it. With a deep groan his hot sperm filled her mouth and she swallowed it with a sense of delight like never before.

"Mrs. Scott, that was very satisfying indeed. You are indeed skillful. To demonstrate to you that I'm not a brute I think it's only fair that I reciprocate."

Jack led Madeline by her wrists upstairs to the bedroom. He tied her in a tight spreadeagle on the bed. He then began to lick her pussy. Madeline's husband had performed oral on her with reluctance and always performed as if his priority was to get it over with. Jack was clearly enjoying what he was doing, and his skill reflected it. Madeline desperately wanted to hold out, to make it last, but it was impossible. She began to cum. Her orgasm lasted longer than any she had experienced before. It had no longer begun to subside when Jack's cock was in her and they were making love. Madeline then learned that he was a superb, sensual kisser. He spoke in her ear, expanding on the fantasy they had roleplayed, giving her details about the auction, and the tortures she could expect to endure for any lack of cooperation, sex torture, evil things to her titties, her nipples, between her legs. He had perfect timing and control and when Madeline again began to cum he joined her.

When they were through Jack untied her and she snuggled in his arms. It was only a short time before she was ready for more, and it took just a few kisses on Jack's cock before he could accommodate her. This time she got on top, another luxury denied her by her stodgy husband. Jack played with her big breasts, and lightly spanked them as they swung above him, fueling Madeline's fantasies and enhancing her orgasm.

She had just began to think that she'd like to be taken doggy-style when she looked at the clock.

"Oh Jack! I've completely lost track of the time! I have to grab a quick shower and get home and start preparing dinner. Oh Sweetie, I wish I could stay for more but you know how your father is. He's a bear if I don't have his dinner on the table on time!"



A Fantasy Fulfilled



"Brad, can I ask you a question?" Stacy, my wife of 10 years asked me. 

"Sure, what is it?"

"Are you gay?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, trying to quell the fear that I was certain was obvious in my voice. "Why would you ask that?"

"Brad, I'm not as naïve as you think. I've seen the sites you visit on the Internet. I've watched some of the porn you've watched. They all show men having sex. I've even seen your responses to Craigslist postings."

So there it was. I underestimated my wife's tech knowledge and her curiosity about what I did on the Internet. She had discovered my deepest secret, my biggest fantasy. 

The best way to describe myself is bi curious. I know that is cliché but it's the most accurate description I can find to describe myself. I don't know if I really want to have sex with a man. I know for certain that I don't find men attractive. I know I don't want to kiss a man. But when I think about sucking a man's cock or being fucked by a man, my heart races, my cock swells, and I seek outlet on the Internet.

It was time to come clean. I couldn't lie to her. I didn't want to lose her but she deserves to know. "No, I'm not gay, Stacy. But, I do think about sex with a man. It turns me on, but it's a fantasy. I honestly don't know if I would ever act on it. 

"But what you aren't considering is that most of the sites I've visited, most of the movies I've watched are all bisexual in nature. What turns me on about this fantasy is that you are there with me, that you are a participant. I fantasize about you being turned on by this, by you convincing me to do this", I said.

"How long have you had these desires, Brad?" Stacy asked me.

"I don't really know, Stacy. I can remember having these fantasies since about the time we got married" I said. "But I can't say for sure that I didn't have these fantasies back in high school or college."

"Is it because of me? Do you not love me anymore?" she asked.

"No, absolutely not! I love you as much now, as I did when we got married. I don't have any emotional attachment to the men I fantasize about, hell, I don't even imagine the faces of the men when I have these fantasies. I really can't explain it. I just know that I'm curious about sex with a man: what it feels like, how it feels to give a man pleasure, to be fucked. I don't know....It's just a fantasy of mine."

"So you don't want to actually experience being fucked?" Stacy asked. "I don't know" I said. "I guess deep down inside, I really do want to try it, but I'm nervous."

"Why have you kept this a secret? I mean, I thought we shared everything."

"Stacy, this is confusing and scary to me. On top of that, I know your thoughts about homosexual sex. I was afraid that you would divorce me. Hell, I'm terrified you'll divorce me now that you know."

"Well, I really didn't know how to process this at first" she said. "After seeing some of the sites and watching some of the videos I got a bit more comfortable with the idea. Now that we've talked about it it's less of a turn off. I'm not saying it's a turn on, either, but I'm more open to the idea."

My mind was reeling at this point. I never thought my wife would find out my secret and was terrified if she did find out. Now she knows and she's saying that she is open to the idea! My whole world has been turned upside down in a matter of a few minutes.

"Come with me, let's go to the bedroom" Stacy said.

She took my hand and I followed her into our spacious bedroom. She climbed on the bed and invited me to lay next to her. Her lips found mine and kissed me lovingly, passionately. My lips opened to her probing tongue. Our kisses were like those we shared when we were dating. 

Her hand found it's way to my zipper. She worked my zipper down and undid my button all while keeping my tongue in her vacuum lock. Fishing out my cock I felt more than heard her moan. 

She pulled away from the kiss and worked my pants and underwear down. She took off my shoes, pulled my pants, socks and underwear off and then slid her hands up both of my legs. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock while gently kneading my balls with the other.

Looking into my eyes, she lowered her mouth onto my cock and engulfed it in one slow motion. Her tongue slid up and down the sensitive underside of my cock. She continued her slow slide down my cock until reaching the base before easing back up to the sensitive head. 

She continued to work on my dick while I moaned in appreciation. It was a struggle for me to keep from cumming, knowing that I wanted to give her pleasure equal to that which she was giving me. I let her work me over for a few more seconds but finally, grudgingly pulled her off my cock.

I pulled her back up to kiss her, while my tongue probed her mouth with vigor. I started to slide her sweater off so that I could access her bra and finally remove her 36D tits from their constraints. I worked my way down to her breast, first licking, and then gently nibbling on her left nipple, which grew to a beautiful nub under my attention. I switched to her right nipple and bit her nipple more forcefully. She cried out and pulled my head hard into her breast. 

I released her nipple and kissed my way down to her flat belly while working her pants and panties off her hips. Siding the rest of her clothes off of her she stood gloriously naked in front of me. Kissing my way up her legs, I pay special attention to the inside of her knees, a place I know drives her crazy.

Reaching my final destination, I smelled her wonderful scent. I dove in between her legs to lick her pussy. I lightly licked her outer lips, slowly working my way to her clit. When I reached her rosebud I lightly grazed it at first and then began to pay special attention to her clit. She began to writhe under me and I had to grab onto her ass to hold her in place. She grabbed my head to pull me into her pussy and began to moan, softly at first, then louder as her orgasm continued to build. Her writhing stopped but her moaning increased and I knew that she was very close. I continued my attention on her clit and she cried out, her orgasm rushing through her body. I knew that at this point she was too sensitive and I backed away, admiring her as she comes down from her orgasm.

As soon as she has recovered she pushed me on to my back and climbed on top of me. Spreading her lips she slid on to me in one swift motion. We both sighed in ecstasy and she began to rock up and down, riding my cock slowly at first, then with greater and greater intensity. I was trying hard to keep from cumming but soon it became too intense and I launched what felt like the biggest load I had ever shot. Stacy continued to ride me as I came down from my ecstasy and then leaned forward and gave me a loving kiss.

What happened next took me completely by surprise. She climbed off my deflating cock and crawled up so that her pussy was directly over my mouth. I could see my cum sliding out of her. She lowered herself on to my mouth and I had no choice but to start licking her again. The taste of her juices mingling with mine was extremely erotic. Her moans grew in intensity and she rode my face to a second oragasm.

Climbing off of me she gave me a tender, passionate, sexy kiss and asked, "Did you like that?"

I managed to mumble "MM HMM" or something like that. Then she asked me if I enjoyed cleaning her up. I really didn't know how to answer that. Of course, I enjoyed the whole situation including cleaning her up but I still didn't know what she thought about my fantasy. If I answered truthfully, would she finally have the evidence she needed for a divorce?

Finally she made it easy on me and said, "I know you enjoyed it, you don't have to answer. It's okay. I want you to experience your fantasy. It's something that I'm open to and want to do for you."

I didn't know what to do so I just hugged her tight and told her I loved her. She fell asleep in my arms but I was having a hard time sleeping. I still didn't know how I felt about this scenario. I felt sure that Stacy was willing to help me fulfill my fantasy but what would happen afterwards? Would she still be attracted to me? Would she still love me? How would I feel afterwards?

The next morning Stacy didn't mention our conversation and I didn't bring it up either. In fact, we didn't discuss it for the next two weeks, but then on Friday we were out at a bar and Stacy asked, "Are you ready to experience your fantasy?"

I said, "I don't know, why do you ask?"

"Well, at 10:00 tonight a man is coming over to have sex with you", she said.

I was shocked! "What? Who? How did you set this up so quickly?" I said.

"My friend from college, Allen, is gay. I've kept in touch with him over the years and after our conversation a few weeks ago I emailed him. I told him I didn't know what to do and just wanted someone to talk to that might understand. He told me that desires like yours are very common. He said he personally has had sex with four different married guys over the years and that many of his friends have had similar experiences. He made me realize that your fantasy doesn't mean that you don't love me or that you want to leave me but that you really do just want to try something new."

Stacy continued, "After wrapping my head around the whole thing I asked him how I could meet someone to help you fulfill your fantasy. I told him that I was worried about finding someone that was safe and would treat us with respect. Finally, he suggested that he help us out. He's clean, respectful and I trust him, so I invited him to come over tonight."

I didn't know how to feel at this point. I was terribly excited, terribly scared, and felt like I would cum right there! I really didn't want anyone to think differently about me, not Stacy's friend and certainly not Stacy.

Seeing the concern in my eye, Stacy attempted to calm me saying, "Don't worry, Brad. First, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I trust Allen completely. He won't tell anyone and he won't push for more get togethers after tonight. Remember, I love you and want you to be happy. I will love you tomorrow as much as I do today."

I breathed a sigh of relief but it didn't allay all my fears. I still didn't know if I wanted to go through with this. I didn't know how I would feel about myself afterwards and frankly, I didn't know if I'd be any good.

Looking at my watch, I realized that I didn't have any time to worry because we would have to leave the bar now in order to get back to our house by 10:00. We finished our drinks, paid our tab and made our way back to our house. 

The walk to our house seemed painfully slow but in reality, it is only a ten minute walk from the bar to our house. It was only a few minutes from our closing the door to hearing the doorbell ring. I knew that it was Allen and I would have to decide right now whether I was going to go through with this fantasy.

Stacy got up from the couch, walked to the door and opened it. She greeted Allen with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and welcomed him into our house.

"Hi Allen, it's great to see you again. How long has it been?"

"I think it was last spring at the reunion, right?", Allen said.

"I think you're right. Allen, this is my husband, Brad," she said.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard great things about you," Allen said, extending his hand for a handshake.

It felt like my hand was shaking, my heart felt like it was going to explode through my chest, and my throat was as dry as a desert.

Allen shook my hand in a firm but friendly manner. He was slightly taller than I at about six feet. He didn't have an athletic build but rather was slightly skinny. His face was clean shaven and he had somewhat shaggy, blond hair. It occurred to me that he wasn't what people would call gorgeous but he certainly wasn't unattractive.

Stacy broke the silence by saying, "Brad, why don't you get us some drinks? We have a bottle of wine in the wine refrigerator that I think Allen would enjoy."

"Sure," I mumbled and walked off to the kitchen. I found the bottle of wine, poured two glasses and got myself a beer. 

We made small talk while drinking our respective drinks but soon we had all finished our drinks and Stacy once again encouraged us to move forward with the fantasy saying, "I think it's time to move to the bedroom."

We all stood up and I knew that it was now or never. I was either going to go through with this or I wasn't. I found myself following Stacy into the bedroom with Allen behind me. During that short walk I knew that I was going to go through with this, that I was going to finally live out this fantasy. I was hoping that Stacy wouldn't think differently of me but I had to trust her. I wouldn't call it confidence but I was feeling slightly more comfortable with this scenario.

We made it to the bedroom and Stacy sat on the chair that we have next to the bed. Allen and I stood next to each other and he began to take off his black, button down shirt.

"Well, Brad, I think you know what to do. Help our guest get more comfortable," Stacy said.

I turned to face Allen and with my hand shaking, I reached out to take off his belt. After pulling his belt off I began to unbutton his pants and slide his zipper down. I could see the top of his black boxer briefs and began to slide his pants down. I realized that I hadn't yet taken off his shoes but he helped me out by kicking off his loafers before his pants reached his ankles. I then pulled off his pants as well as his socks.

Allen stood there in his black boxer briefs looking kindly at me. His cock bulged in his underwear and I knew what I had to do. I slipped my hands in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprang free, looking partially hard. His hair was neatly trimmed and his balls hung low beneath his shaft. 

I kneeled down to get a closer look at his cock. My face was inches from his cock. He smelled nice, not terribly musky and not perfumed. I reached out and began to stroke his shaft feeling it grow with each stroke. I turned my focus to his balls. I had never handled another man's cock, much less his balls. It felt strange but still oddly familiar. I certainly had handled my own equipment thousands of times before and while this was similar it was different too. I had never had this perspective before, looking at a hard cock at eye level.

It seemed his cock had grown completely hard at this point, at least seven inches and thicker than I. It was now or never, I finally decided to take the plunge. I opened my mouth, moved my head closer and wrapped my lips around his cock. I slid my lips down his shaft until I felt his head bump up against the back of my throat. I didn't feel a need to deep throat him on my first attempt but rather to just enjoy the moment. I backed off until I had just his head in my mouth before sliding back down.

As I gained more confidence I started to swirl my tongue on the sensitive underside of his head. I soon felt Allen's hand on the back of my head and I looked up to see a look of enjoyment on his face.

He looked down at me, smiled and moaned, "Mmm, that feels amazing."

I continued my ministrations and felt slightly more pressure on the back of my head. Allen was encouraging me and I was happy to oblige. It was then that I realized that I was enjoying this, that I was enjoying being a cocksucker.

I pulled off Allen's cock to catch my breath and looked over at Stacy. I saw her right hand kneading her breast and her left hand was in her pants moving in a way that made me realize she was massaging her clit. She smiled at me and nodded at me to continue.

I turned back to Allen's cock and he pulled my head back onto his cock. I returned to my task of sucking his cock. Allen needed to change positions and sat on the edge of the bed. I moved between his legs and returned to sucking his cock.

As I continued to suck I felt Allen buck his hips in time with my motions. He was becoming more vocal, saying things like "Suck my cock.". I heard Stacy say "Take that cock, Brad," as well.

Allen's hips continued to buck and his moans grew louder. I thought maybe he was close to cumming. Before tonight I often wondered if I wanted to swallow cum. There was no wondering now, I knew I wanted to swallow his cum, all of it.

It was only a few seconds later that I was rewarded with a large spurt of his cum. I quickly backed off, keeping only his head in my mouth. His cum tasted salty like I imagined but it was not unpleasant. Far from it, it was very enjoyable. He pumped four or five large spurts into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some leaked from the corners of my mouth. When he was done I pulled off his cock and licked the corners of my mouth to try to get all of his cum.

Stacy pulled me up and kissed me with more vigor than I've felt since we've been married. Pulling off my lips she smiled at me and asked me if I was okay. I nodded with what felt like a stupid look on my face.

Stacy began to take my clothes off. Until then I didn't even realize I was still fully clothed. She had me naked in no time and got down on her knees and began to suck me like I had Allen. She didn't stay down there long, though. Standing up, Stacy said "I don't want you to cum yet. There's more fun to be had tonight."

I began unbuttoning Stacy's blouse and pants. My hand grazed her panties and they were soaked through. I took off her bra and she slid off her panties. We collapsed on the bed and made out like high school sweethearts. I moved down to her breast and began to suck on her nipple. My hand massaged her other breast, kneading it aggressively.

After a few minutes of this I felt Allen massaging my ass. His hands were caressing my ass while occasionally grazing the crack of my ass. I was in heaven. I was making out with my beautiful wife while a man was playing with my ass.

Reaching between Stacy's legs I inserted my finger into her pussy. She was so wet it was like her pussy was sucking my finger in to her. She moaned loudly as I inserted a second finger into her sex.

I felt something cool in my ass and knew that Allen was preparing me for the ultimate fulfillment of my fantasy. He spread some lube around my asshole before inserting a finger. It was a pleasant feeling and was not painful at all. When he added a second finger I felt more full but still no pain.

Stacy pulled off of me so she could watch the show. I let Allen continue opening me up, enjoying the sensations. He pulled his fingers out of me and I kneeled down to give Allen a little encouragement. I wrapped my lips around his cock for a second time, taking more of him in than I was able to previously.

He pulled me up and eased me onto the bed on my back. I slid further onto the bed to give Allen room to climb on while he lubed up his cock. 

Allen climbed between my legs, and I lifted my legs to let him in. Allen pushed back on my thighs, raising my ass off the bed. I felt a slight pressure on my ass and knew his cock was lining up for it's final assault.

He asked if I was ready and I nodded yes. Allen pushed slowly but firmly and felt more pressure than before. While I felt no pain when Allen used his fingers I was definitely feeling pain now. However, mixed with the pain was intense pleasure. He continued pushing into me and I felt a slight pop as his head entered my ass. The pain subsided and only the pleasure remained.

Allen continued to push until I felt his balls on my ass. He was all the way inside of me and I felt a sense of accomplishment. Allen stopped, allowing me to get comfortable and then began to ease back out until all that was left inside me was his head. He pushed back in, this time bottoming out in one swift stroke. 

I was out of my mind. All I could think of was, "I'm getting fucked!" It felt amazing! Allen smoothly thrust in and out of my asshole. He wasn't aggressive just insistent. He was driving to his ultimate conclusion and I was happy for him to finish inside me. I don't know what it's like to be fucked as a woman but it seemed like this was very close. I loved giving him pleasure, allowing him to use my body for his gratification. Looking at Allen, his eyes were screwed tight, a look of intense concentration and pleasure was on his face. I loved knowing that it was my body making him feel like this.




A Fantasy Fulfilled



Stacy was massaging my shoulders, chest and arms. She was shouting encouragements and leaned over to kiss me. Her kiss was intense and I felt that she was enjoying this thoroughly.

Allen's thrusting grew more intense and he was moaning loudly. I knew from before that he was close to cumming. I reached around and grabbed his ass pulling him further into me willing him to cum in my ass.

With one final thrust, I felt Allen's cock twitch in my ass and his cum blasting into me. He collapsed on top of me to come down off his high. I could feel his cock slipping out of my ass followed by his cum. The only way to describe how I felt was slutty. I felt thoroughly fucked and almost completely satisfied.

Almost, because I still needed to fuck my wife. I couldn't wait to get in her pussy! After Allen had come down off his high he climbed off me and almost immediately Stacy leapt on top of me. She lowered herself on top of me, both of us exhaling loudly as I filled her beautiful pussy.

She started riding me, slowly but soon she was bouncing on my prick like a wanton woman. Her moans increased in tempo and volume as I thrust inside her. 

I decided I wanted to be in charge for the first time this night and I flipped her onto her back to continue fucking her. My balls were slapping against her ass as I pumped inside her pussy. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer as I continued thrusting. Finally, I felt the first spasm of my orgasm as Stacy's nails clawed into my back, the screams from her orgasm echoing in the bedroom.

I collapsed on top of Stacy, kissing her and holding her close. Neither Stacy nor I noticed that Allen had dressed and slipped out while we fucked. 

Stacy asked, "Did you enjoy your surprise?"

"Yeah, I really did," I said.

"That's good because I have another college friend I'd like you to meet."