0 comments/ 10382 views/ 3 favorites Jaws By: SweetDreemz When Melissa's car started crapping out, one of her co-workers recommended Performance Options, a local tuner shop. Dave assured her that they were good. Melissa dreaded dealing with auto mechanics, knowing that a female had no chance to keep from getting screwed at a car repair shop. She dropped it off and told Mike, the owner, that she had to get to work. She was prepared to take the bus, but Mike offered to drive her. Mike called her that afternoon and told her that it was just a sensor that had gone bad, and they had replaced it. Around 30 for the part, 25 for the labor. Melissa couldn't believe it. They could have said anything, she wouldn't have known the difference. She had to work late, so she picked it up the next day on her way to work. After she paid, Mike asked her if she wanted to take a ride on his bike with him the next weekend. "I don't have weekends off, but I'd love to take a ride sometime," she said. She had moved to Vancouver two months ago, straight out of culinary school, and taken a job with a top notch chef. She loved her work, which was good, since she spent so many hours working. But she hadn't yet made friends and knew nobody outside work. "When's your day off?" he asked. "Tomorrow," she said. One of the advantages of being boss was being able to take time off, so they made plans to meet. She drove over to the shop at 9:00, and they set off on his Harley to take the Sea to Sky Highway from Vancouver to Whistler. After a couple of hours, he pulled off the highway just past Squamish and drove up into the hills. He found a scenic overlook and parked. When Melissa got off the bike, her legs still vibrated. She had never ridden more than a few kilometers on a bike before, and Mike's was seriously powerful. She felt like she'd been at sea for a month. Her ears buzzed and her legs were unsteady. "What is this place? It's beautiful," Melissa said. "It's called High Falls Creek. We'll walk up a ways, but be careful. Don't lean over the edge, people have died that way." She got dizzy halfway up, and they went back down. "God, this is gorgeous," she said. Mike pulled some bottles of water and power bars out of his bag. He laid a blanket on the ground and they rested a while. Melissa looked at him as he got the stuff out. He was older; maybe thirty two or three. He had long, blond hair and colorful tattoos. He was tall and thin and wore blue jeans and a denim long sleeve shirt. She could definitely see having sex with him. As they rested, he asked her about her job, her family back home, her friends, her childhood and her dreams. She found it easy to talk with him. His blue eyes looked into hers as he talked, and he was an attentive listener. They gathered up the debris from their snack and loaded the bike up, then got back on the road. By the time they got to Whistler, they had put on every bit of clothing they had. Even though it was one of the warmest summers on record for B.C., it felt cold riding through the mountains. They had a great meal at a fabulous restaurant in Whistler, then turned around and headed home. By the time they got back, Melissa was a confirmed "motorcycle mama". She loved holding on to Mike's abs as they leaned into curves at 88 kilometers per hour. She had never felt anything as sensuous as a 350 kilogram machine with 90 horsepower humming between her legs. Mike had told her the stock engine produced less than 70 horse, but he'd made a few mods. His tuner shop specialized in cars, but his passion was bikes. Mike took her to his house when they got back, and they went straight to his bedroom. She fell into his arms and they kissed passionately as he undressed her. She was more than ready, but he made her wait for twenty, then thirty minutes as he explored her body through the most incredible foreplay she'd ever experienced. After he had kissed every bit of her skin for fifteen minutes, he dropped between her knees and licked her pussy, over and over, until she had an orgasm. Men had gone down on her before, for a brief time, but never had she had a climax solely from the tongue of a man before. She had never felt so worshiped in her life, and it was an unbelievably great feeling for her. As she regained her normal breathing, he mounted her from behind, holding her breasts as he pumped his dick into her. He nuzzled the back of her neck as he humped her. His hard dick had been waiting all day to enter her, and when it did, it was all he could do to keep from cumming on her immediately, but he tried to take his time, taking long, slow strokes the length of her cunt. Finally he erupted, filling her. As he began to still, they lay together, mated. She felt wonderful. They didn't say a word for a long time, then finally she held the sheet to her opening as he slipped out, wiping herself off. They went into the living room. She wore one of his t shirts and her panties. His living room furnishings consisted of two different weight benches, a rack of free weights, an easy chair and an ottoman. They sat on the floor and he rolled a joint on one of the benches. A man walked in, and she tried to cover herself. Her nipples poked out of the thin t-shirt, so she crossed her arms, after she tried to pull down the shirt to cover her panties. "This is Jaws," Mike said. "He lives here with me and co-owns my shop." Melissa was embarrassed. She stammered a hello, but Jaws just stared at her. He didn't say a word. She felt very uncomfortable. Mike continued to smoke the joint, and passed it to her. Jaws didn't ask for it, nor did Mike offer it to him. Jaws looked to be about the same age as Mike, but he was shorter and stockier. He was extremely muscular and completely covered with tattoos. His hair was cropped short, and he had a lot of scars. He seemed to have a permanent scowl, and Melissa instinctively disliked him. He stripped his shirt off, grabbed some weights and began to work out. "Jaws doesn't do anything but work out," Mike said. "He pumps iron for fun, but he's a magician at the shop. He can fix anything. Even if the parts aren't available anymore, he'll improvise." Melissa saw a lot of Mike over the next few weeks, and she grew to love him. He was the only guy that had ever worshiped her body the way it was meant to be worshiped. But Jaws was always around, and he made her uncomfortable. Mike loved Jaws. They had grown up together and joined the Canadian army together. Mike had served two tours in Afghanistan, Jaws had served three. The third one had been the worst. Jaws had been assigned to demolitions, and had seen three of his buddies blown up. His job, defusing IEDs or assessing scenes where IEDs had just blown up people, had taken its toll on him. Finally, when the Humvee he was riding in was hit by an RPG and three of his mates were killed, he was sent home with PTSD. His hearing had been damaged, and he had a condition where his "fight or flight" reflex was turned on permanently. This resulted in a high level of adrenaline always being pumped into his system, and the doctors didn't know how to turn it off. They also didn't know if it would eventually correct itself, or if it would be a problem forever. One thing that was really eerie about Jaws was that he had a constant hard on. Melissa didn't know if it was because of the constant adrenaline flow or what, but it was obvious that he always had an erection. He almost always wore nothing but a pair of shorts when he was around the house, and his dick always stuck out. Mike told her that when he'd first come home, before the problems were fully diagnosed, he had gotten in a lot of trouble. He took a lot of drugs and drank a lot, and he had messed up some guys, and the bars they were in. The first few times, he had spent time in the county jail. A couple of DUIs later, he was sentenced to prison, but got out in less than eighteen months. He was well on his way toward doing some serious time in prison. The last time he was paroled, he was hooked up with Dr. Dan, a really old guy from the states that had fought in Vietnam. Jaws had gotten his nickname from his buddies in Afghanistan as a joke, because he almost never spoke a single word. Proud of his nickname, he had gotten a tattoo of Jaws, a great white shark, on his chest. "I don't know what the hell Dr. Dan does, because Jaws doesn't ever talk, but they spend an hour together twice a week. And Jaws won't miss that time for nothing. Since he's been spending time with Dr. Dan, he don't do no drugs, and he don't drink." One afternoon they were smoking a joint as Jaws sat on the chair, staring at Melissa. It was really hot, and Mike didn't have AC in his house, so she was wearing one of his tee shirts and a pair of panties, as she usually did around the house. After Melissa had her second hit, her ears starting ringing a bit. With her third, she felt a buzz and her eyelids fluttered. Just then, Jaws got up and took her by the arm. "C'mere," he said. "Come on, Jaws, what the fuck are you doing?" Mike yelled. "C'mere," he repeated. Melissa looked at Mike, who looked down and said, "It's okay. Go ahead. He needs you more than I do." Melissa trembled, but Mike told her it was okay, so she trusted him. Jaws took her into his room and took off his shorts and underwear in a single motion, leaving himself nude. He hadn't even bothered to close his door. He was preparing to screw her, with her boyfriend in the other room, and he didn't even close the door. He had a huge scar on the side of his torso. He had taken shrapnel there, she later learned, and there was a tattoo that read, "Kandahar 5-13-06" right next to the scar. She looked into the eyes of this nude man that had her by the arm. He looked like a wild beast. He took off her clothes and laid her down on his bed. She trembled uncontrollably. He laid on her and started licking and sucking on her. He wasn't gentle. He was like an animal. He licked her face, he suckled on her breast, he held her arms above her head as he bit her and sucked her. He took her violently. His cock was thick, and she wasn't yet aroused enough to be lubricated. As he took her, he yelped loudly. She had never heard him make a sound, other than an occasional grunt as he lifted extreme weights. Now he made a lot of noise, and the door was open. He had entered her fully now, and he yelped with every thrust, loudly. He was on top of her, penetrating her deeply. He tried to roll over and they fell off the bed, onto the floor. His head hit the nightstand hard, and made a loud noise. He didn't acknowledge it, continuing to drive his dick into her, barking out his pleasure as he did so. He was like a primitive being, taking his pleasure from her without concern for hers. She had never been used as she was with this man. His dick was very hard, stiff and thick, and he drove it into her hard. He rolled over again, on top of her. His room had no fan, and it was like a sauna. Everywhere that their skin touched, they sweated. He was dripping sweat. Hair had come off of his chest and stomach and plastered on her body by the sweat. She could smell his body odor, strong and masculine. He sniffed her odor as he licked her. He uncoupled briefly, turning her onto her hands and knees, then knelt behind her and mounted her from behind. He was yelling his delight with each thrust, "Aww, aww, aww, aww." Her pussy ached with desire. She had never encountered such raw lust. She felt like a cave woman, and wanted her man to fill her with his sperm. She tried to squeeze his thick dick with her pussy, clamping the muscles in her groin to try to pull the cum from his dick. She had never heard a single comprehensible word out of his fucking mouth, but she desperately wanted to pull the seed out of his balls. "Fuck me, you asshole," she said, oblivious to the open door or her lover beyond it. "Harder, harder, harder." The sweat dripped from the cleft between her tits. He had a tit in each hand as he fucked her from behind, squeezing them and pulling on the nipples. He had been fucking her for over twenty minutes without cumming, and they were drenched in sweat. "Don't you ever cum?" she thought. "Maybe it's that adrenaline thing again." Her pussy was raw, but he showed no indication of slowing. She was determined to make this asshole cum, now that he'd worked her so long. She rolled him over and pinned his arms to the floor. She pushed her groin onto his, as hard as she could, getting as much penetration as possible. She placed her lips on his, kissing him deeply, and pressed her crotch against his. She only lifted her pussy off of him slightly before she pushed it into his crotch again and again, holding his arms down, kissing his face. Suddenly he flipped her over. She wasn't a small girl, but he moved her as though she weighed nothing and began humping her furiously, the sweat dripping off his brow onto her face. As he pumped his cum into her, he screamed, "unngh, unggh, unggh." He was yelling loudly. His eyelids fluttered as he came, and he sank his face onto her breast. He slobbered on her as he squirted his cum deep into her. It took him a long time to regain his composure. Then, when he finally stopped breathing hard, he burst into tears. Not quiet sobbing, but loud weeping. Melissa was embarrassed for him. She had never heard a grown man weep before, and he was weeping uncontrollably. She tentatively held his head against her breast, and he finally sank down onto her shoulder, sucking her breast and quietly sobbing. Tears had streamed down onto her chest. "You strange, strange man," she thought. "What in the hell is the matter with you." He lay on her shoulder for a long time sucking on her breast. She stroked his head, and he began to relax, then he began snoring softly. She continued caressing his head, even though he was asleep. Jaws never slept. When Melissa got up in the middle of the night sometimes to pee, Jaws would be sitting in the chair with the lights off, but he would follow her every movement. Mike had told her that the medications were supposed to help calm him enough to sleep, but they didn't work very well. He operated on a series of short cat naps throughout the night. After about fifteen minutes, her arm started to go to sleep and she slipped out from under him. He roused and got dressed as she went back into Mike's room. He looked up and asked, "You okay?" "Yeah, but what's with him?" she asked Mike. "He had a rough time in Afghanistan. When we were in high school, he was always the star athlete of the baseball and the hockey team. All the guys wanted to be him, and all the girls wanted to be his girl. He was cheerful and everybody loved him. Since he came back from his third tour, he's different." "Well, let's forget him," Melissa said, cuddling up into Mike's arms. She had gotten incredibly aroused, and she desperately needed to cum. Mike held her gently in his arms and caressed her, then took off the tee shirt she was wearing. She had bruises and hickeys all over her upper body and arms. "My God, what did he do to you?" "It's all right, forget it," she said, desperate for Mike to enter her. He slipped off her panties and held her, whispering in her ear as he slipped into her from behind. He played with her breasts and kissed her neck as he took long slow strokes into her. She reached down and started playing with her clit, imagining Jaws pounding his hard dick in her. She envisioned the sweat dripping off Jaws' tattooed and scarred body onto her body as he pinned her arms down and took what he wanted. She saw the scowl on his face as he fucked her hard, driving his dick deep into her. She imagined his thick, hard dick filling her as she neared orgasm. "Harder, you fucking asshole," she thought, except she didn't think it, she said it out loud in her frenzied passion. "Harder, fuck me harder," she said. Mike had never heard her talk like that before, and it made him excited. He increased the rhythm. She held her legs together tightly, making her pussy tight and squeezing Mike's dick as he drove into her. He blasted his load in her as she squirmed to an amazing orgasm. Her head was buzzing and her body trembled as her pussy contracted over and over again on Mike's cock. Finally they stilled and lay together quietly. Melissa's pussy was sore, but she felt wonderful. She lay in Mike's arms, sweaty, but satisfied. Finally she got up and showered. "What's his name?" she asked Mike when she came out of the bathroom. "Davey." "I like that better than Jaws." It seemed like every day or two, more and more of Melissa's stuff was brought over to Mike's house. One day Mike asked her why she didn't just move in and cut her expenses. "That sounds great, but what about Davey? Don't you think you should ask him?" "Nah, Jaws doesn't care." "All the same, I think we should ask." That evening, when Jaws came home, Melissa approached him. "Hi Davey." Davey responded, but it didn't sound like much more than a grunt. He was a quiet guy, a man of few words. "Davey, Mike and I want to talk to you. You got a minute?" "Yeah," Davey said. "Mike asked me to move in. Since this is your house too, I think you should have a vote." "It's okay," Jaws said, as he stripped off his shirt and prepared to work out. "See," Mike said. "I told you Jaws wouldn't care." "Hold on a minute, guys. Are you sure you're comfortable with that, Davey? I'll be glad to pay rent. There's no reason you should have to pay the same as you do with only two of you living here." "It's okay," Jaws said. Mike was at the shop early one morning, and Melissa was cooking breakfast in the kitchen when Jaws came in. He grabbed some OJ out of the fridge. "Good morning, Davey," Melissa said. "I'm making an omelette. Spinach and mushroom. You want some?" "C'mere," he said, grabbing her around the waist. "Hold on a second, at least let me turn off the stove," she said, as she turned the burners off. Davey stripped his shorts and underwear in a single motion, then pulled down her panties. He quickly pushed everything on the kitchen table to one side and leaned her over it. His whole body trembled as he desperately tried to penetrate her. His dick was so hard the shaft curved, and the tip was so red it almost looked purple. She spread her legs wide, trying to accommodate him as painlessly as possible. He worked the head in, then a little more as he noisily expressed his extreme pleasure. His eyes were closed as he felt her pussy wrapped around his dick, and he groaned loudly. He leaned over her, biting her shoulders. This was not a comfortable position for Melissa, but Jaws didn't care; he made it clear he was enjoying it, groaning and grunting loudly with every thrust. The more he expressed his pleasure, the more aroused Melissa became. As she became more aroused, her pussy took him more easily. Her warm, moist pussy wrapped around his thick dick made him crazy with lust, and he grunted and yipped as he humped her furiously. He uncoupled long enough to move her into the living room and lay her on the floor, where anybody coming up to the door would easily be able to see them through the living room window. He pinned her arms down as he re-entered her, making it hard for her to move as he licked and sucked her face and her body. She rolled him over onto his back, uncoupling. She knelt over him, straddling his body, and lowered her pussy back onto his dick. He shivered as his dick re-entered her, and then started moaning loudly as it sank deeper and deeper into her. Melissa's breasts hung down in front of his face, and he eagerly groped them, pulling them and pinching her nipples. She leaned over and pressed her lips against his as she continued stroking his dick with her pussy. Suddenly, he flipped her over as though she was nothing, and resumed his furious thrusts. Sweat rolled off his body as he grunted, groaned and yelped his satisfaction, his eyes closed, lust written on his face. Jaws A few months ago my wife had a bit of an experience with a stranger in the parking lot of a bar. I won't go in to details but you are welcome to read about it. So after that things had been quite on that front with no indication of lingering problems. I had pretty vigilantly checked her phone records and emails and even followed her home a few times just to make sure nothing else was going on. Kind of stalkerish I know but could you really blame me? Then one night I was lying in bed watching television and my wife, Kelly, had just got home from work and had stepped in the shower when her phone beeped. I knew it was a text message so I grabbed it real quick to check it before she stepped out of the shower. The message was from a number I didn't recognize and when I started reading it I was shocked. Text- Hello Miss Kelly, it's your friend from room B21. I had to bribe and lie to one of your fellow employees to get your number. Sorry I can't tell you who I am sworn to secrecy. This is crazy I know but today when you touched "Jaws" it drove me crazy for the first time in 25 years. I loved the way you looked at it and knowing I might not see you again I took a chance. Just thinking of you has made me so hard. I'll show you. And then right under the text message was a picture of a rather old, unattractive, potbellied man with a hospital gown on backwards taking a selfie in what clearly was a hospital bathroom mirror. Sticking out from underneath his gut was a massive penis. It looked 8-10" long and real thick, but what was even stranger was the fact that the shaft was thick as soda can but the head was smaller and pointed. This old mother fucker had a dick that looked like a shaving cream can but thicker. And he was sending pictures to my wife. What did he mean "when you touched Jaws"? I was immediately pissed but how was I going to bring it up. Just then she received another text from a nurse asking for a day off. I marked both messages unread and set her phone down hitting the side button to lock the screen. A couple minutes later Kelly shut off the shower and stepped out with her robe on and her beautiful red hair soaking wet. Though she is on the backside of 30 she is still quite stunning and her 38C's sag more than they use to. She's curvy in all the right spots and as she towel dried her hair her untied robe opened and her big tits swayed and shook as she moved. She came over to her side of the bed to lie down. I said coyly to her that I heard her phone beep and I wasn't sure if it was an email or a text message. She leaned over and grabbed her phone to check. The first message was from a nurse requesting a day of and she responded to her right away. Then she begins to read the second message. I could see her face go through a few different expressions in a matter of seconds. As she starts to read I hear her say, "What the fuck?" and then a few seconds later that's followed by a "holy shit!" under her breath. She quickly hit the lock button and closed the screen. "What's wrong?" I asked knowing full well what's wrong. "Somebody gave a patient my cell number." She said pissed. "Why the fuck would someone do that?" I asked her. That's a no-no for nurses, they don't even like patients knowing their last names. "I don't know but someone is in serious trouble." She said distracted. "One of the patients text me because I gave him a sponge batch today and now it's weird." "What?" I acted shocked and confused. "So, one of the nurses asks me if I could do her a favor and give this old man his bath. I didn't think anything of it until before I went in I saw them giggling at the nurse station. I pulled his curtain closed because he had a roommate and told him I was going to give him a bath. He's an old man, chubby guy but he's friendly and had been absolutely no problem in the 3 days he'd been there." Kelly explained. "I began bath him from the top down only exposing what needed to be washed. When I got down to his genital area and pulled the sheet back he had a huge dick that was laying on his thigh" she laughed when she said that. "His balls were so big that they were between his legs but lying on the bed. At first I thought he had an erection and I gasped a little. He asked me if everything was ok and I said you have quite a whopper here in a whisper. He laughed and said it's not a whopper it Jaws, which made me laugh because it looked like a shark. Honey I'm not joking it was huge, thick like a beer can with a pointy top." I probably had a dumb look on me face as she told the story because she said "It's not what you think, I washed his testicles and then I had to lift his penis so that I could wash around it. It was soft but firm. It was like a tube of breakfast sausage but longer. Come to think of it, it was just like that, thick, heavy but longer." Her eyes drifted off like she was seeing it in a picture somewhere on our wall. "If he wasn't so old and fat I would say it was a beautiful dick" She glanced at me expecting a reaction. "Anyways I washed around his shaft and then up and down it and the head. When I was done I asked where he wanted me to put it. He laughed at me and said that is up to you. I laughed too comprehending how that must have sounded. I said I'll just put it right back here and laid it between his thigh and hip but this time it didn't lie all the way down, like he was getting hard. It hung a couple of inches off his leg. I whispered to him that he had a pretty big weapon there and toweled him off and left." "Then why is the fucker texting you and what did he say" I demanded. It had sounded fairly innocent after all. "He just said that I stirred things up in him that he hadn't felt in years by touching his dick I guess. He said that I had aroused him and I guess he just wanted to thank me?" she shrugged her shoulders. "That's all he said? That's all you said?" She hadn't mentioned that he also had sent a dick pic. "Yes that's it." Kelly got up and went in the bathroom to dry her hair again but this time she took her phone with her. I could see 75 percent of the bathroom from where I laid but when she stood by the sink I could only see her ass. She stuck her head around the wall and said, "Oh there is one more thing I almost forgot. Later on before I went home I went back in their acting like I was going to check his chart. The old man was sleeping but I had taken a ruler in my scrub jacket and pulled back his gown. His dick was over to the side but I grabbed it and held it straight out from his body. I could feel his heartbeat in his dick and I couldn't tell for sure but I thought he was becoming aroused. I grabbed the ruler and stuck it at base of his shaft and ran it along the top. It was seven inches and when I placed it back on his thigh it or he didn't move." "Are you crazy? Why would you do that? You can get in a lot of trouble if you got caught." I scolded her. "Nobody saw. I had been thinking about how big he was all day and I just want to know. It was weird for an ugly old guy to have such a beautiful cock." I just shock my head in disgust. And still no mention of the picture. "Are you sure there's nothing else, he didn't say or send you anything else?" I asked again. She just shook her head no. I was angry and embarrassed. No woman has ever had a problem with my size but my wife of 14 years all of a sudden loses her mind when she sees a big dick. She stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes messing with her hair, stopping, messing with it again. I'm no dummy I was pretty sure she was texting someone. Then she came to bed and I didn't hear a sound coming from her phone that night. Two nights later my wife came home from a 13 hour shift exhausted and went right to bed. I waited about a half hour and snuck her phone into the guest bathroom. I put in her passcode that I had stolen sometime earlier and checked her messages. The first message was from B21, she had saved his number as that. Shit, I thought. There was a string of messages and a few pics but went to the first message from the other night and reread it. Then was the dick pic and next was a message from my wife that she must have sent from the bathroom. Kelly- first of u shouldn't be texting me and whoever gave you this # can get in trouble. Second...damn u have a big dick. B21- Sorry couldn't help it. I'm glad you like it. Jaws likes you. Kelly- put the shark back in the tank and go to bed...I'll probably dream about that monster. B21- I know I will be dream about you Then the next day my wife was off but it seems that they talked again. B21-well... Kelly- well what?? B21- did Jaws hunt you down last night in your dreams? Kelly- LOL. Actually yes. How big is he? Hard I mean. B21-9.25 last time I checked...you can measure him if im still here tomorrow Kelly- I cant do that. Unethical. Besides what if he bites? B21- bite him back if you want. Kelly- I might just do that B21- we'll see you tomorrow The last text was followed be a picture of this guy laying in bed with his dick out waving it. You could tell he was still in the hospital bed and his curtains had been closed. There was no face in this picture just a giant Pringles can dick with a pointed head. What an asshole this guy was turning out to be. Looking at the picture I was sure he couldn't even screw a woman and not hurt her with that thing. It looked like he belongs in a freak show, "everybody come see ol' missile dick" would be the slogan. Now my wife was dreaming about him or his shark. I was worried and curious about scrolling to the next text. B21- I haven't seen you today are you here? Kelly- Yes. In meetings. Whats up? B21- (another dick pic) B21- Jaws!! Kelly-OMG put that away b4 someone sees it. It could poke an eye out. B21- someone should come tuck him in. Kelly- later... Three hours passed between the next set of texts. B21-thank you Kelly- you are welcome B21- the dr. says I'm leaving tomorrow Kelly- that sucks B21- does Kelly suck? ( Kelly- I told you only for my husband B21- thanks again Kelly- my pleasure My mind started racing. What the hell was he thanking her for and they talked about blowjobs or he asked her for a blowjob? Every thought imaginable ran through my head and I hoped she just helped him with his medicine or something simple. I scrolled down trying to have the courage to look and wondering why the hell she didn't delete this thread. A few hours later. B21- Nurse Kelly I need to use the restroom again Kelly- really? I'm busy can't u go yourself? Or do I have to hold it for u again? B21- U better hold him like before he gets so squirmy when he has t go. Kelly- I bet. Can u get him started. I'm really in a hurry. As much as I would like to pet ur shark. B21- it will go faster if you give him mouth to mouth. Kelly- stop it. ( 15 minutes after those texts were this. Kelly- ok fine. You have the biggest dick I have ever seen. There I said it. B21- thank you...and you are the best cock holder an old man could have. Kelly- cock holder?? B21- I don't know what to call it. You wont stroke it, you wont suck it, you just wrap your fingers around it and stare. Kelly- fine I wont touch it anymore. Besides I shake it for u too. I wash the tip off with water too. B21-yeah I forgot. Thanks again...your ass looks great today. I read the time stamp from the next text. It read 8:16pm which was an hour and a half before my wife had gotten home. Kelly- I'm getting ready to leave B21- I probably won't see you again. Jaws says goodbye. Kelly- I'll try to stop in first. B21- that be great maybe I could use the bathroom one last time Kelly- K The next message was sent on her way home B21- Thank you Kelly. I'm going to miss you. Kelly- I might miss u more B21- That's the first time I've cum like that in some time. Kelly- u came a lot. It was everywhere. B21- make sure nothing got on you. That won't go over good. Kelly- Im fine. I checked. Most of it went on the mirror. B21- sorry I just didn't expect you to do that. Kelly- couldn't resist B21- love your technique Kelly- Love your cock Kelly- I'm so wet right now driving home B21- my dick is hard again, wish you were here. Kelly- god I think I would ride that right now im so horny B21- wish you would have been like this earlier Kelly- I can smell your cum on my fingers B21- lick them Kelly- already have. Made me wetter B21- you are a dirty whore Kelly- talk dirty yes B21- you stroked an old man's huge cock on your knees Kelly- it was so big I wanted to put you in my mouth so bad B21- you should have suck my dick like you wanted to Kelly- when I licked the cum of ur tip I almost sucked it. B21- you should have Kelly- I have a secret to tell u B21- what Kelly- I licked ur cum off the mirror and there was glob on my neck that I ate. B21- you are a filthy bitch. I would throat fuck you if you were her right now. Kelly- I would gag on that massive cock. Just watching it shoot cum in my face and on the mirror was so hot. Kelly- ohhhhhh I just had an orgasm. Im soaked. B21- if I'm still here in 3 days that throat is mine Kelly- k. I better go. Thanks again B21- thank you I could not believe what I just read. I never would have expected that from my wife. She hates her patients most of the time and is always so busy. My assumption is she went to see him before she left and when they went into the bathroom she must have gave him a handjob. The real crazy thing is she doesn't like to get cum on her when we make love but an old man is ok. She went right to bed like she ran a marathon. Then the phone vibrated in my hand and I almost dropped it. It was a message from B21. I quickly hit the button to open it and a picture popped up captioned "thanks again". It was from above; my wife was on her knees with no scrub top or bra on just bottoms licking the tip of this guy's giant dick. I zoomed in on that part and she had her big beautiful blue eyes open staring up at him knowing full well he was taking the picture and gleefully licking his cum. I could see cum on her chest and neck and even some hung from here chin. As I zoomed out I saw more come on the mirror behind her. How can this be happening and boy do I hope this son of a bitch is gone in 3 days? Jaws He was using her, oblivious to her needs or desires, and he was using her hard. He had been fucking her for at least fifteen minutes. Melissa had never experienced such a hard, stiff dick. It filled her completely, and she was crazy with the need to touch herself. Finally, he flipped her over on her hands and knees and immediately re-entered her from behind, allowing her to touch herself. In this position, he was able to penetrate so deeply it felt like he was pushing against her stomach. She reached down and played with her clit as his crotch slapped her butt. Her orgasm came suddenly and violently, causing her to momentarily lose focus on reality. His noises seemed to come from another room temporarily as she felt wave after wave of tingling from her head to her toes. As she regained her focus, she reached between her legs and took his sac, gently squeezing and caressing it. He grunted loudly as he sprayed her, filling her with his sticky, warm cum. With the added lubrication, his thick dick slid easily in her as he began slowing. They finally sank to the floor, still coupled and lay on their sides. He nibbled and sucked on her neck as he continued to fondle her breasts, his dick still inside her. After they had rested together, they got up and ate, then she had to shower again before work. He was gone when she came out of the shower. The next time they were alone in the house together, Davey was sitting at the table and she sat down across from him and said, "Hi, Davey. I need to talk to you. You got a minute?" "Yah." "Davy, first of all, I've got a name, and it's not 'c'mere'. You know what it is, but you've never used it. I want to hear you say it, okay?" "Melissa." "Thank you. Secondly, I want you to say my name when you want something, or when you talk to me. I like hearing you say my name. I like you. But I want to hear you talk to me. Is that okay?" "I guess so." "You guess so, what?" "I guess so...Melissa." "Thank you. I'd like it if we talked more. Would that be okay?" "I guess so." Melissa just looked at him, and he added, "Melissa." She came around the table and put her arms around him. She caressed his head. He loved it when she stroked his head. She bent over and kissed him on the head, then said, "I've got to go to work. Have a great day, Davey." "Goodbye, Melissa." As time went on, Davey began to open up a bit, allowing her inside his head. One time he mentioned that he liked to fish, so Melissa convinced Mike to set up a fishing trip one day for the three of them. They loaded all their camping gear into a pick up that Mike borrowed, and set off to spend two days at a campsite near Pitt Lake. The fly fishing on the Pitt River was tremendous, with big trout plentiful. The boys taught Melissa how to build a fire and how to cook on it. They also showed her how to scale and clean fish. The fresh fish cooked on a cast iron griddle over an open fire tasted as good as anything that came out of her restaurant's kitchen. After dinner Mike lit up a joint and shared it with Melissa. The night had turned cool, and they all huddled in the warmth of the fire. As she stared at the flickering fire, Melissa was feeling really mellow after a fabulous day in this beautiful location. They had started the day early and she was ready to turn in. She went to the bathroom one last time. "I guess I'm going to go to bed," she announced as she came back. "I think I'll go with you," both boys said at the same time, then they looked at each other and smiled. "I said it first," Jaws said, smiling at Mike. They both followed her into the tent, stripping off their clothes. They had a lantern inside the tent, and they dimmed it. Melissa began taking off her clothes and Davey wrapped his arms around her, helping her to disrobe as he nuzzled against her neck. She got goosebumps from him tickling her neck and ears. She turned and kissed him on the lips. He finished undressing her, then laid her on a sleeping bag as Mike looked on. He climbed on top of her and they kissed as he began working his dick into her. Mike lay next to them on his side, watching and waiting his turn. He got one of their towels, so it would be near when needed. Davey's dick was stiff and thick. It felt so wonderful as it filled Melissa completely. He buried his head in her breasts, sucking and biting them all over. Mike leaned over her and kissed her passionately, and he fondled one of her breasts as Davey sucked the other. The feeling of being loved by two men at once was unlike anything Melissa had ever experienced, and she was incredibly aroused. She pushed Davey off of her and rolled onto her side, allowing him to enter her from behind. He resumed his furious pumping inside her as he kneaded her breasts. His face was buried in her neck, and he nipped at her shoulders and neck and ears, slobbering all over her like a wild beast. There was nothing gentle, or quiet about his treatment of Melissa. Mike began playing with Melissa's pussy lips, rubbing them until her sensitive clit emerged from the depths. He gently caressed it, and she took his cock. She squeezed it and pulled it as Mike settled into a rhythm, gently drawing a circle around her clit. Davey was pulling her nipples the way she liked as Mike rubbed her clit, and she felt her climax building. Mike sprayed his cum on her belly as she shuddered in a violent orgasm. The contractions of her pussy squeezed Davey's dick, and he filled her with warm, gooey fluid. She continued playing with Mike's dick until it began to soften. Then they found the towel and cleaned up as best as they could and went to sleep, naked. They never actually discussed it, but they settled into a happy arrangement. Melissa always slept in Mike's bed, but sometimes Davey would lay with them for a while. But more often, Davey would take Melissa alone whenever the mood struck him. Whenever he did, she always went to Mike afterward. Mike was a thoughtful lover, and could always make her cum. When she fantasized, it was usually about Davey filling her with his thick dick and making his guttural noises as he slobbered on her. She loved seeing the look of raw lust on his face as he lost control of his urges and took her like a wild animal. But when she wanted her own needs fulfilled, Mike was the one that could always satisfy her. Davey eventually was able to begin tapering off the medications, and he showed great improvement. But one thing that Melissa never wanted to change was his animal-like handling of her.