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Sloppy Seconds

By: kram53w



I had been begging my with to fuck another man and bring her cum filled pussy home to me for about two years. She thought I was crazy and though she'd tease me that someday she may not be able to resist if I kept it up, she never did anything except tease me during sex. 

Last week that all changed. We were making love last Sunday evening when I again asked her if she's fuck someone else for me and fill me in on the details later while we made love. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "would that really turn you on!" I replied, "you know it would, I've been begging you for years to try it."

She pushed her pussy hard against my cock and said, "you mean to say that I can have another man come inside me and you would be okay with it."

My cock grew harder as we spoke, "honey, I would love to stick my cock into your pussy with someone else's cum lubricating our sex."

"Ok, then, it's a deal. While you were golfing today I fucked another man right here. He left just before you got home. He came in me 3 times and his cum is still inside my pussy right now. How about that mister, you never thought I'd actually do it, did you?" 

My cock grew harder than ever as I excitedly begged for details. "please dear, was his cock big?" 

"Yes, and he knew how to use it, I road it and let him fuck me without protection. I just couldn't resist the feeling when he got ready to cum and his cock swelled up then spurted into my pussy." 

"You mean he fucked you bareback, no condom or anything, you might get pregnant."

"Well babe, isn't that what you wanted, after all, it wouldn't be sloppy seconds if he didn't cum in me. ... How does it feel to have your cock in your wife's freshly fucked cunt?" 

"God, no wonder you're so wet tonight."

"Baby, I just couldn't turn him down. You've had me thinking about doing someone else for along time and today this good looking salesman came to the door just after I got our of the shower. I was in my robe when he came in. I slipped as I lead him into the living room and he grabbed me to keep me from falling. His hands caressed my ass as I tried to get my balance but just then I fell onto the couch and my robe went up around my waist. My pussy was fully exposed and as I looked up at him I couldn't help but see the lust in his eyes. My pussy was on fire as I took my robe off and thought of you and your fantasy."

"You mean you got turned on thinking about me telling you to fuck another man."

"Yes, and here he was, tall, good looking and young. And, by the lump in his pants i could tell he was willing. That was all she wrote. I fucked him silly until about quarter til 5, I knew you'd be home around 5."

"you're telling me that he just left less than an hour ago."

"Yes dear, and his cum is deep in me. Your cock is being coated with his and my cum as we fuck."

I reached down between us and felt her twat, it was very wet. "How does it feel knowing that your wife has a load of cum deep in her unprotected pussy... and it isn't yours?"

My cock damn near exploded with that comment but even though I came, it remained hard. She was surprised as she noticed that it didn't shrink.

"Honey, this really does turn you on. You are still horny and you just came. I think I like this, I'm going to have to fuck other men more often. I always thought you were kidding."

"Hon, would I lie to you, I told you that I would love to do this."

"OK baby, from now on I'll promise to fuck another man as often as I can. You have to promise me though that you won't leave me. If I'm going to play around, I want to enjoy it too. After all, what woman wouldn't like to have her husband's permission to fuck other men?"

I was again pounding her pussy as she repeated,

"Ok baby, tell me again how much you like to fuck me knowing that someone else has buried his cock deep in my cunt and left his spermy mess inside me. My pussy is yours for sloppy seconds, I hoe your cock can feel how sloppy it is in there." 

I blasted off again. I love that woman.

Sloppy Seconds



Sue felt the surge of cum shooting into her cunt.  Will’s engorged cock throbbed inside of her with each surge.  She felt herself going over the edge, the tingle shooting from her toes to the back of her head.  She pushed her cunt into his surging cock, her back arching, and her legs squeezing his hips.  The orgasm was fantastic; she continued to tremble as it slowly subsided.  Will remained between her legs and she felt his cock slowly shrinking as it continued to pulse.  Finally he pulled it out slowly, almost reluctantly, kissing her gently as he did so.  “What time is it?” she asked.  Will glanced at the clock and said ‘about 5:00”.  “Oh, my god, I need to get home.  Bob will be there any time.  We’re supposed to go out for dinner at 5:30”, she said.  She jumped up and began throwing her clothes on.  “Aren’t you going to clean up?” Will asked.  “No, I’ll just wait until I get home.  I’d like to be there when Bob gets home” she said.  Sue gave him a peck on the cheek on her way out the door.  “It was great,” she said.  What a great life she thought.  Here she had a man half her age, who loved to screw her and a husband who also loved to screw her.  She got all the sex she desired, which, from her observations, was considerably more than most women wanted.  She couldn’t understand why they didn’t want more. It is incredibly exciting and fun.

Sue pulled into the driveway and pushed the garage opener.  Bob’s car was already sitting there.  He had beaten her home.  She shut off the car and got out.  She could feel some of Will’s cum ooze out of her cunt making her panties feel a little moister.  She went into the kitchen and there stood Bob.  He grabber her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss.  “I’m horny as hell,” he said, as he passionately pressed his lips to hers.  Sue felt his tongue probing her lips.  She felt his hands massaging her breasts through her clothes.  Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling her clothes off of her.  She felt his hands probing and caressing her body.  She quickly reached down to her hips and pushed her panties off hoping to beat Bob to it so he wouldn’t notice the wet spot from Will’s cum leaking out of her.  She stepped out of her panties and helped him strip.  She figured she could get him taken care of quickly since he was so horny.  They fell to the floor, kissing and madly and passionately.  Bob’s hands were all over her body.  She could hardly remember him being so passionate in the recent pass.  Before Sue realized what was happening Bob had quickly moved his head down between her legs and lowered his mouth to her cunt.  Before she could think or speak she felt his tongue probe her vaginal slit.  It happened so quickly.  She froze, scarred to death that he would notice Will’s cum in her cunt.  He didn’t seem to notice though.  She felt him licking and slurping her cunt like never before.  She felt him find her clit and flick it with his tongue.  Occasionally he would move to her cunt hole and probe as deeply as possible with his tongue.  The thought of Bob eating her cunt and licking up Will’s cum at the same time really sent her over the edge.  She came and came like never before.  Her orgasm was so strong she lost all sense of surroundings.  She spasmed so hard she felt like she might put a hole in the floor.  Bob lifted his head and watched her cum.  He had always felt watching her have an orgasm was a gorgeous sight.  

As Sue came back to earth she saw Bob straddling her chest.  His cock was resting between her breasts.  ‘Your turn now,” he said, smiling at her.  “By the way,” he said,” I can’t ever remember you being that moist before.  You must have been really ready also”.  Sue said nothing as she took his cock in her hand and began to fondle it.  She rolled it up and down her breasts and begin to feel it start to become harder and firmer.  After a few strokes Sue figured he was ready.  She stared at his cockhead and looked at the little slit that held a load of tasty sperm.  She kissed his cockhead and ran her tongue around the head.  Finally it was stiff and throbbing and she took it all into her mouth.  She ran her lips up and down his shaft, feeling it throb and pulsate as she did so.  She knew it would not take him long to cum now, and she felt him begin to move his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it as he would her cunt.  In just a few minutes she felt his cock surge and engorge and then felt the hot sperm shoot into the back of her throat.  She swallowed a little to keep from gagging but saved most of it in her mouth savoring the taste.  When she was sure he was completely satiated and his cock began to soften, she pulled her lips off and quickly pulled him down onto the bed beside her.  She then raised up and put her lips to his.  She probed his lips with her tongue and then suddenly let the cum she had been holding in her mouth drip into his mouth.  His first reaction was to pull away, but then he just lay there and enjoyed the intimacy of sharing his own cum with her.  

Finally as their passion ebbed and they began to relax they both laid back on the floor naked and satisfied.  “That was great,” she said to him.  “Yes, fantastic,” he said, “but next time I want to watch you fuck him”.  She looked over at him surprised, realizing that her secret was out, but also realizing that there was no need to keep secrets any longer.  She smiled at him and bent over and kissed him softly on his lips.  “Whatever you wish,” she said, smiling at him.



Sloppy Seconds



There is just something so sexy about a woman who has just been thoroughly fucked, especially my wife. Her tousled hair. Her smeared makeup. The flush on her cheeks, upper chest, ass and thighs. Her red swollen lips, nipples and labia. A man’s cum dripping from her still stretched and gaping womanhood. There are few things that get me more aroused than being able to drink in this image. As you can imagine, when I am with a woman who is bold and wanton enough to let me have my way, I can go long into the night pleasuring her and taking my pleasure from her.

I tell you this to explain the point of this story. My wife and I have been married just over two years and we are more fascinated and deeply in lust with one another than we were on our wedding night. It shows no signs of diminishing only accelerating. 

I met my wife about three years ago while I was still working part time as a bouncer at a place called Heels. Heels is what it seems like. It is referred to in the phone book as a gentleman’s club. Some gentlemen, it is located in one of the rougher sections of Syracuse, NY.

For those of you not acquainted with Syracuse, it is populated with juice bars. This is place where you can spend $5 for a coke or orange juice and watch a woman take off all her clothes. For a buck or two, she will spread her legs and flash her pussy or wiggle her bare ass in your face. It is not such a bad place.

I have spent the last ten years working in Heels, saving money. I was saving to open the dojo that I currently run. In general it is a pretty good job as bouncer’s jobs go and I have had a few. No drunks, so there is usually no one foolish enough to challenge the bouncers and the guys are more often than not distracted by the pussy in their face. 

I was paid a salary and tipped by the dancers. I treated the women with respect and tried to let them earn a living while keeping the creeps off them. Occasionally one of the dancers would get the chance to fuck or blow a high roller for good profit. I looked out for them and made sure they weren’t interrupted. If they were being bothered by someone they didn’t like or wasn’t willing to help their profit line, I showed him the door. I even ran a class for both the bouncers and dancers in some of the more subtle arts of self defense and crowd control.

Three years a go, a young girl walked through the door. She was a tall, willowy redhead, both a bit naïve and used at the same time. She had been on the streets for a short while, trying to earn a living but decided that the club might be an easier route. Jerry, the owner, was impressed with her and it was apparent that she could make quite a bit of money for everyone. She had a leach of a boyfriend, read that pimp, to scare off but she demonstrated that she was well worth the effort both with her earning potential and as a friend.

Roni and I quickly became friends and we spent much of our break time talking about ourselves and our dreams and life in general. At first I thought this was just because she felt safe with me and perhaps thought she owed me something for scaring off the leach. I wouldn’t have thought that a sexy, twenty-one year old woman like Roni would want to spend that much time with a less than pleasant appearing brute like me but it turned out that we liked one another quite a lot and truly enjoyed each other’s company.

Soon we were dating. Roni often worried about what I thought of her past but I would remind her that I knew most everything and I was more interested in her as a person than what choices she was forced to make. 

A bit more about Roni’s appearance: She was tall with shapely long legs and a fabulous ass. Her tits were not particularly large but they were capped with dark pink, puffy nipples that about half their volume. Her lips, her labia and her ass pucker were the same color as her nipples. This was all emphasized by the milky whiteness of her skin. There was a smattering of freckles on her face and upper chest. Her hair was shoulder length and curly, flaming red in color. She shaved her pubic hair into a lightening bolt pointing down to her clit not only to stimulate the customers but to show everyone that the color was natural. Oddly enough she wasn’t particularly pretty. She looked plain in the same way that actresses and models do when you see less than flattering pictures of them on the tabloid covers. Made up for the stage, she was stunning. 

The feature that attracted me the most was her thighs or at least the area between them. She had wide hips which looked so good swaying back and forth as she walked in heels. Her firm thighs were quite slim and when she stood in front of you on the stage, you could see all the way up to her pink pussy lips even before she spread her legs. Whenever I had this view, I got an instant hard-on.

Despite the age difference and the beauty and the beast theme, sex was very good and we got along wonderfully. I was a happy man when Roni answered my proposal by saying, “Of course, I’ll marry you. What took you so long?”

The wedding and the reception were a bit on the wild side since nearly all of the guests were people that we knew from the club. I cut down to part time so I could finally start my dojo and Roni kept dancing because she like showing off and it excited me to see her on stage.

About a year ago, Roni noticed that I really got turned on when she gave me a good look at her after we had made love. She started making sure that I noticed. Hair wildly mussed, she smiling at me with smeared lipstick and cum, pushing her swollen nipples up at my face and spreading her legs wide so that I could see my cum as it drooled from her gaping pussy lips. After this our sex was even more intense. We weren’t making love, we were fucking, mating as only wild beasts can. On nights when we didn’t need the sleep, we would continue fucking throughout the night, licking hungrily at each other’s messy parts and plunging into and onto one another with reckless abandon. I couldn’t tell you who loved it more. The flood gates had opened for both of us.

She enjoyed my response so much that she made it part of her routine. She went up on stage with her hair tousled wildly, makeup smeared and her pussy well fucked with a large dildo or me if I got the chance. The guys ate it up and she made tons of money both stage dancing and in the private lap dances. 

Last month, I got a call from Jerry who has become a good friend and business partner. We swapped minor partnerships in each other’s business.

“Ross, I’m not sure how to say this so… Oh, Hell! Roni has been meeting with one of the customers after hours for the past couple of weeks. They screw in his car in the parking lot before she goes home. I didn’t want to tell you but I’m worried. Your both my friends and he is the type that he just might wind up hurting her. I didn’t break it up because I didn’t want her to know that I know. Sorry, bud.”

“I’ll take care of it Jerry. Just call me the next time he shows up at the club.”

“Hey, no trouble, man. Nothing out of line.”

“I won’t hurt him any more than I have to, Jerry.”

“Okay, I’ll call.”

Our sex had been so good recently that I was shocked. I had to sit down and sort out the situation in my head. I said nothing to Roni. I carried on as if everything was normal and I was surprised at how easy it was. I am so in love with her and so taken by her that I didn’t really care if she was seeing someone else as long as she came back home to me. I would never have guessed it.

Over the next week sex seemed even more intense. We simply couldn’t get enough of one another. I knew that Roni hadn’t seen this guy again simply because Jerry would have called and told me but the image of her fucking him stirred me and excited me to no end. She seemed even more intent of showing herself off and letting me see what a “bad girl” she could be. We were hardly able to get any sleep at all.

The fateful call came.

“Ross, he’s here.”

I came down to the club and walked in the private entrance. From Jerry’s office, you could see everything going on inside. Jerry pointed the guy out to me.

“At about quarter to two he will head out to his car, parked on the far corner of the lot. When she is done changing and all the other girls have left, she heads out there to him.”

“Thanks, Jerry. I promise no more trouble than necessary.”

I waited for Roni to walk out the private entrance after all the other dancers left. Sure enough, she made a beeline for the car in the far corner of the lot. She just opened the door and got in, no hesitation. I came prepared and watched them through a pair of binoculars. The lot was just lit well enough for me to get a good idea of what was going on.

Roni moved into the back seat of the car, followed by her new found friend. She wasted no time, just unzipped his pants and began to suck his cock. I thought, “Enough is enough!” and I began walking out to the car.

As I neared the car, I froze. I could see Roni voraciously sucking on his cock. I was hot with anger and arousal. I have never seen Roni having sex with anyone but me. I was making my cock as hard as steel and causing a tent in my pants. I continued watching as she pushed the guy back and mounted him. 

She didn’t seem interested in him in the least, just his cock. She just wanted his hard cock deep inside of her. I continued watching as she rode him mercilessly, wildly, bucking and thrusting on him as she moaned and wailed. God help me but she looked so sexy, so hot as she did this.

Soon they were both moaning and shouting and he thrust up into her and unloaded all of his cum deep into her greedy hole. Roni wasted no time in dismounting him and got out of the car, with her clothing and hair disheveled, her makeup smeared. Seeing her look so used and well fucked made my cock was throb and drool in my pants.

As he got out of the car, I walked up to him and he asked, “What do you want?”

Roni muttered, “Oh, shit!”

I just kept walking. The guy reached out to fend me off but I simply grabbed his arm and locked it so that any movement would cause him pain.

“You just fucked my wife. If you don’t leave now, I will put you in traction.”

I let go and he jumped into his car and roared out of the lot, never looking back, no concern for Roni in the least. I gently took hold of Roni’s arm and walked her back to the club.

“What’s going to happen, Ross?”

“We need to talk, Roni.” 

Once inside, I flipped on the house lights and Roni walked over to the main stage. She sat perched on the edge. As I walked over to her, she noticed the big bulge in my pants and she smiled naughtily at me. As I stood in front of her, her hand moved to my hard cock and began stroking its length.

“Roni, I…”

“I know, Ross, I have a lot to explain.”

Her hand never stopped teasing my throbbing cock. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked so sexy, so desirable. 

“Ross, I have always liked fucking strangers. That is why my jerk of a boyfriend could get me to turn tricks for him. I loved fucking all the different guys. I have tried so hard to control myself since I met you but I can’t. I need to fuck men I don’t know. I can’t explain it and I can’t help it. I’m sorry but you have to admit it turns you on. You love fucking me when I looked used. You are so hard now and you were just as hard in the parking lot. Did watching me suck and fuck him get you really aroused?”

Yes Roni, it did. I have been hard ever since I watched the two of you.”

Roni’s smile became absolutely wicked as she put both hands on my chest and pushed me back into one of the stage side swivel chairs. 

“I am going to put on a show for you. Just for you. It will really get you hot.” 

She leaned forward and kissed me hard. As our tongues wrestled, I could taste the faint traces of his cum still in Roni’s mouth. It made my cock pulse even more. Roni spread her legs wide and let me look at her used pussy. I could see the sticky, slippery cum ooze from her well fucked hole. She noticed where I was looking and then used one finger under my chin to pull my face up to hers. With a quick kiss on the lips she got up and walked across the stage.

The stage lights flashed on and the music started. Still dressed in her fucking clothes, she began a dance routine. Roni pulled her tits out of her blouse and lifted her skirt above her ass and she danced for me. Her wild hair and smeared makeup made her look even hotter. Her dance was wildly exciting and suggestive. She mimed fucking and sucking cock. She acted as if her pussy and her ass were being licked. She slowly moved closer and closer to me and my ringside seat.

By the time the third song started, she was standing directly in front of me. I could clearly see her messy, leaking pussy dripping onto the stage and her used, fucked look. I couldn’t sit still any longer. As I stood up, Roni, knelt before me on her hands and knees, shaking her ass in my face.

She looked over her shoulder, back at me and told me, “Lick me, Ross. Lick me, baby. Lick his cum from my pussy.”

No longer able to resist, I leaned forward and began licking her pussy. I was a starving animal. I couldn’t get enough of her used pussy or the jizz leaking from it. She immediately began pushing her pussy back into my face and bucking her hips. Roni was moaning and writhing on the stage floor as she came on my tongue and all over my face.

Her arms buckled and she collapsed face down on the stage with her ass sticking up and swinging back and forth.

“Fuck me, baby! Fuck my messy, used pussy! Fuck me with some other man’s cum in my pussy, Ross!”

I climbed on the stage and unzipped my pants.

“I am going to fuck your used pussy, Roni. I am going to fuck it like an animal.”

I knelt behind her and plunged into the sopping, messy hole. All the way, no preliminaries, no gentleness. She moaned in delight and began writhing and then wailing as I gripped her wide hips and pounded her. My balls slapped her clit and my hips caused ripples to move up her firm ass as I pounded into her.

“Fuck me, Ross! Pound me hard and deep! Shoot your cum in my used pussy, baby!”

I could only grunt and scream as I thrust into her for the last time and pumped her pussy to overflowing with my sticky cum. 

I collapsed back on the stage, trying to catch my breath and my sexy, little wife crawled over to me. She took my semi-hard and messy cock in her hand. She rubbed the slippery cum all over the tip causing me to harden a bit and with another wicked smile, told me, “You're not done yet, baby. I want to suck your big cock now.”

Her head descended to my cock. She kissed it and licked the mess off her lips. Her tongue began its teasing dance up and down the length. At the top of each lick she would engulf me and slide down and then suck back up. She repeated this over and over. Tongue dance and suck, tongue dance and suck until I was ready to cum once again. 

I started to warn her, “Roni, I’m going to cum!”

She stopped only for a moment to look up into my eyes and tell me, “That’s the whole idea, big guy.”

Her hot, wet mouth engulfed my cock once again and listened to me moan.

“Watch me, Ross. Watch me make you cum.”

Her tongue began working on the sensitive underside of my cock head. Slowly at first but soon faster and faster. With a bellow, I shot my cum. It fountained straight up into the air and cascaded down over her flashing tongue and lips. My cum was all over her lips, tongue and my still hard cock. Roni made a sticky mess with her tongue as she spread my cum all over. She pulled her mouth away from my manhood and gooey strings of my cum stretched between her lips and tongue and my cock. 

She pulled me up to a sitting position next to her and with a messy smile, smeared my cum all over her lips with her tongue. She kissed me deep and we shared my cum off her tongue and pressed our sticky messy lips together. As Roni broke the kiss, she whispered into my ear, “My pussy is really messy and overflowing with your cum, big guy. So you want to fuck me again?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, she simply pulled me on top of her and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the messy heat of her pussy with my cock head…



Sloppy Seconds



"Have a good night, Barry." My wife turned and kissed me as she left to go clubbing again. She looked pretty sexy with her short black mini-skirt and a leather top. Her long black hair covered some of her large 36c breasts but she brushed it aside to show off. "You like?"

"Of course." I said running my hand over her leather clad breasts. "You sure Sara can't wait a few more minutes?" My hand wandered under her skirt and between her legs now rubbing at her black lace panties.

"Don't worry, you'll get that later, when I get home. You mind if I get freaky tonight?" she asked coyly, a shitty smile crossed her face. She must be horny already.

"Like what?" already knowing the answer.

"I don't know, maybe giving some guy head in a bathroom?" Her left hand pressing against my hardening cock.

"I don‘t know," I sighed as her hand slid up and down the front of my pants.

"Please?" She whispered as she kissed at my neck. "I‘ll tell you all about it, like the last time."

I couldn‘t take anymore of her teasing, she had been doing it all day. "If you want to."

She turned kissed me on the cheek, and left with Sara, one of her girlfriends. All night I couldn't get the picture out of my mind that she was probably giving some guy an awesome blowjob and him cumming allover her face in the process. She had been out several times and the last time this guy had her hands down his pants while begging for a blowjob. I didn't know about it until the next day, she told me while we were fucking, but she didn't give him head for fear of pissing me off. After thinking of it nonstop I finally went to sleep in anticipation of my wife arriving home.

About four thirty I head my wife open the door to our house and come in. I was pretty tired since I had been working first shifts but I was drifting in and out of sleep.

"Honey...you awake?" she asked climbing into the bed. Her hands instantly rubbed at my cock, making it hard. "Yeah..I'm awake." I replied. 

My eyes opened almost instantly, which happens when she wakes me up at night rubbing me. I rubbed my eyes while checking her out. Her hair was a little messed up but that was natural with clubbing. She bent down to kiss me and I could tell that she had been drinking.

"Good." With a come hither look she pulled up her skirt to reveal her black lace panties. My hand reached out to feel those soaked panties hugging to her pussy. With one hand she slid them down her smooth legs and I could see her wet juices oozing from her pussy as she peeled them down. I could tell how horny she was, as she always gets a strong musky smell. Her pussy was practically dripping as my tongue licked her pouty pussy lips. One leg slid over my head as I tongued her wet lips and went to work on her clit, sucking it as she always liked.

"You want me to tell you what happened tonight?" she asked. I mumbled mmmm hmm as I licked at her clit.

"I danced with quite a few guys, but there was one that had just gotten out of the military on leave." Her hand stroked my cock as she continued her story. "His hands were all over me. His wife was there too, watching him feel me up. He had whispered to me that his wife wanted him to get some pussy that night, and I told him that I was game."

My cock hardened at the thought of a guys rough hands allover my wife's body, with her dancing seductively with him. "What happened then?" I asked her, my cock straining against my boxers, wondering just how far she'd let this guy take it.

"I let him finger me." she spouted out as my tongue grazed her hard clit. "That got me soo hot." Amber gasped as she saw my hard cock. "As much as he had been dancing with me.." she stopped for a moment getting off me and making me lick her nipple, she continued.

"He led me out to his car and pushed me against it as he ground against me. He was shaking and was so horny as I unzipped his pants. Then I got down on my knees and started to suck him." My wife gasped as she ground her pussy against my probing fingers. She was so slick and messy now it was unbelievable how wet she was. I slid a second, then third finger inside her while biting her nipple. "Put another one in!" she hissed as I bit down harder.

"How big was it?" I asked her.

Amber moaned and tensed up as I plowed away at her sopping pussy with my fingers, her juices running everywhere. "About 7 or 8 inches." she panted as her pussy tensed again, around all four fingers.

Amber balanced herself barely after cumming that hard, and pulled my straining cock from the boxers. While I knew that it was only about 6 ½ inches, I also knew that she had a bigger cock in her mouth tonight, which made me even hotter. Her hand slid to her sopping pussy, got her hand wet, then started to jerk my cock with her hand while she told me what else happened.

My wife jerked me faster as she told me more. "I know I told you I was going to use a condom, and I did. I gave it to him and he slid it on, bent me over, and started fucking me against the car." 

Amber stood up for a moment then leaned down to lick some of the juices off my face, as she rubbed her pussy against my straining cock. "You wanna hear more?" she asked.

I nodded yes. "Then lick my pussy some more, make me cum." she positioned herself back on my face and started again. "It felt so good, to be like that. He made me feel dirty. He fucked me missionary, then doggie but I wanted to feel him cum so bad." She groaned as she told me that, and moved so that her pussy was directly over my face. Her wet juices were dripping from her shaved pussy. I licked at her clit all the while enjoying how horny my wife was at this point, I loved it when she would do anything to cum.

"I wanted to feel him cum in me so bad." She paused and rubbed her pussy in my face. "I was so horny from his big cock." 

"Can I tell you something?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"I don't want you to be mad…," she paused as she deep throated my cock until her nose was down to my pubic hairs. Then she slid back up again. "Promise?"

"Yes…I promise." As I felt her lips slide all the was down my cock again I held her head and fucked her mouth for a moment.

"I was so horny I just needed to feel some cum in me, o I pulled off his condom and had him fuck me bareback." I paused for a moment realizing what she was saying. It had been in my fantasies that my wife would let a guy cum in her but I never imagined that she would do it.

As I paused licking her clit she grabbed my hair and brought her dripping pussy to my face. "Keep licking." she panted as I slid my tongue against her pussy lips. I kept licking at her cunt lips for a moment until she spread her pussy lips for me with her fingers. "Lick my box!." she cried as my tongue dove into her sweet box, tasting her and her lovers' cum. 

"I hope you're not mad," she said as she rubbed her dripping box against my mouth. "but I really needed it" She groaned as I started to lick her cum filled pussy, my cock was so hard I thought it would burst. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock. She instantly started jerking me off again.

"Doesn't look like you're too mad," she said rubbing my cock. "You like licking my used pussy don't you?" I whispered yes to her as his cum started to leak out more.

"He really fucked me, but it really made me cum hard when he came in me. I must have really gotten him hot cause he left a nice big load for you to lick out." Her pussy started to quiver then, as I licked out her fresh pussy. 

"Come on, lick it all up." she encouraged me as her lips slid over my cock. "Lick it all up. God, Lick out his cum." she groaned as she pushed her sloppy pussy against my tongue. "God he had a big cock." she said as she started to cum again. "He fucked me so fucking good. MMMM." She groaned knowing that I was getting closer.

"I think next time I'll bring you along and you can watch your little slut-wife get her pussy fucked. Would you like that?" That was all I could take from her telling me how this guy had fucked her to licking out her sopping pussy. My cock exploded in her mouth as her pussy spasmed around my tongue. My wife sucked me dry and continued sucking me hard again and we would end up fucking all night long.

That began our nights of fun with me waiting to see what sort of surprises that my wife would bring me, among them she would bring home a man with her one time, and another a hot 22 yr old woman. Those are stories for another time though.



Sloppy Seconds



Authors note:

I had written this story some time ago but was unsure whether it was worth submitting, but here goes. My previous stories have been all fiction and are probably a better read. This is an accurate and true account of what happened many years ago when I was young and silly, but what transpired is firmly and accurately etched into my brain right down to the dialogue. Only names have been changed. There were two significant consequences that resulted after this day. The first was that I lost a good friend, and even after all these years, I doubt if he would give me the time of day if we passed each other in the street. It was a good lesson learned at an early age. The second thing was that it was the first time I had watched anyone else have sex, and I found it amazingly exciting. Since then, I've been lucky enough to participate in group sex on three occasions, mostly through my own manipulation of opportune situations. (I suppose those could be another story if there's any interest.) Meeting my wife certainly curtailed any further group activities, but luckily not my imagination. Anyway, good reading and I'd appreciate any feedback.

Regards

Bazzza

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Mike and I had known each other since we were kids. We grew up in the same area and went to the same schools but didn't become good friends until we began apprenticeships with the same company. We shared the same interests, namely rock music, fast cars and fast girls. The music and cars were easy enough to come by, but the fast girls were more than a little difficult. We were just two average teenagers with a great outlook on life. At every given opportunity we laughed, made fun at the world and each other, nothing or anyone was sacred. Girls seemed to like our easy going approach and enjoyed mucking around with us, especially as we were always up to some sort of mischief.

Mike first met Angie through family friends and after a short time they started dating. The only drawback was that she lived an hour's drive away on the other side of town. This didn't slow Mike down one bit, with the exception of the substantial petrol bill driving across town several times a week. But Angie was well worth it; she was tall and cute with long dark straight hair that fell to her shoulders in a page boy cut. She had a shapely teenage figure with small breasts, a narrow waist and long shapely legs. Like Mike and I, Angie also had a great sense of humour and a desire to have fun. A week after Mike and Angie got together, Angie introduced me to one of her friends. Initially Kelly and I got on pretty well, it wasn't love at first sight, but we were content to see each other while Mike and Angie were dating. Kelly was attractive enough and promiscuous by nature. With the four of us still living in our respective homes with family, the sex angle was a bit difficult. If we were lucky and Angie's or Kelly's parents were out, we would sneak in and have the luxury of a bed or two. 

In the most part, we were reduced to sex in the either my or Mikes car. For privacy we would string a blanket between the front and back seats by jamming it in the front of the windows of the rear doors. The blanket would hang from the roof down to floor just behind the front seat, and there was no way to see what was happening on the other side. With the radio tuned to a rock station, it provided enough privacy for all of us to feel comfortable. Mike and I would take turns driving over to the girls. Unfortunately, the driver got the front seat and had to contend with the steering wheel and other obstacles like the gear stick. Sex with Kelly was okay and while she was willing enough, she wasn't exactly imaginative. It was usually a quick removal of her dress or jeans and panties, then the pulling up of her top half to reveal her ample breasts. It was then a quick condomed romp in the missionary position across the front or rear seat. As the weeks past, Kelly and I drifted emotionally apart and it was more convenience dating and sex than anything else. 

The bond between Angie and Kelly were their horses that grazed in the same paddock on the outskirts of town. The paddock had two gates, one close to a busy road, and another that was accessed from a driveway off a quiet dead end road on the opposite side. It was at the end of this driveway that we used as a park-up spot. It was a perfect place as the driveway wound upwards from the road, from the top we could see if anyone else was coming up and would give us ample time to get our clothes back on. However, in all the times we used the spot we were never disturbed once. 

I have to admit that I always quite fancied Angie myself; she was smutty, cheeky and full of fun. She mostly wore tight jeans or shirt skirts showing tanned and shapely legs. One of the things I noticed about Angie was that she didn't seem to be particularly affectionate, even where Mike was concerned. She didn't want to hold hands, or hug and kiss or anything like that, but she was quite happy to have sex with him at every opportunity. From what Mike told me, and what I knew what was going on behind the blanket, Angie was both adventurous and demanding when it came to sex. 

Whenever possible I would gaze over Angie's voluptuous form, twice she caught me looking up her skirt. The first time she was climbing stairs in front of me, when she looked down and caught me, she lifted the skirt briefly up giving me a flash of her panties and laughed at my embarrassment. The second time was when she was riding her horse while wearing a shortish skirt. Mike was getting something from the car while I was sitting on a wooden gate. Angie walked her horse close to me so I could pat it. I stepped down and patted it on the neck; from where I was standing I got a perfect view up her skirt and between her saddle parted thighs. Wearing sunglasses, I thought I was safe sneaking a look at her green panties. Not so, she asked me if I wanted a good look and lifted her skirt up even further after making sure Mike wasn't looking. Again she laughed at my obvious embarrassment before kicking the horse into a canter away from me. Mind you, the glimpse of her panties and thighs were well worth it and just seemed like a bit of harmless fun at the time.

On a Sunday afternoon, Mike and I had arranged to pick up the girls. We picked up Angie first but when we got to Kelly's place, she either wasn't allowed or didn't want to come with us. So Mike, Angie and I drove out to the beach and spent the afternoon walking around the rocks and along the sand dunes. Getting towards late autumn, it was too cold for a swim but we still had a good time. When it was time to go, I was sitting in the driver's seat while Angie and Mike were in discussion outside. After a minute or so, Angie got in and slid across the seat close to me while Mike got in beside her. Angie was grinning about something; then Mike suggested that they wanted to go for a park-up. It would only be a quickie he reassured me. Angie asked me if I minded, but being a good friend I told them it wouldn't be a problem. Truth was, they were going to fuck each other stupid, and I was going to go home frustrated. It only took twenty minutes to get to our park-up spot and as I negotiated the driveway, the heavens opened and torrential rain lashed the car. This dashed my idea of going for a walk while Angie and Mike did the deed, I was going to have to sit in the car and wait. 

Seconds after parking the car, Angie and Mike slid over into the back seat and the security blanket was soon in place. I turned the radio on and settled back in the driver's seat. The bench seat of my car had an arm rest set in the centre which I pulled down for a bit of extra comfort It was then I noticed that the blanket hadn't fallen down all the way down behind the front seat to the floor of the car. Looking through the gap, I had a perfect view of the bottom half of Angie sitting diagonally across from me on the back seat. If my memory serves me right, it would have been around 4 p.m. and the daylight was good enough for me to see exactly what was going on. From the angle she was sitting, I could tell that she and Mike were kissing. Her legs were slightly parted and I could clearly see her dark blue panties under her skirt. I watched intently as Mikes hand came into view firstly on her knee and then moved upwards. Angie welcomed his hand by opening her legs and within seconds he was stroking her pussy through her panties. By this time, Angie had spread her thighs wide and was moving her pelvis against the action of his hand. This carried on for a short time, then Mike slid his hand down the front of her panties, I could see his hand moving under the sheer material. 

The option of looking away never occurred to me and my erection was now straining against my jeans. Angie's hands appeared and lifted the bottom of her skirt up to her waist; she then rolled the sides of her panties down her thighs and lifted each leg to slip them over her ankles. Her thighs opened again and I caught a glimpse of thick dark curly hair before Mike's hand reappeared. I watched as he stroked her pussy, and from the movement of Angie's pelvis, it was obvious that he had a finger inside her. This carried on for a short time until Mike removed his hand and I suspect he was taking his clothes off. Angie's started to slowly rub her pussy with just two fingers and giving me a perfect view. She had trimmed her dark bush into a neat triangle which contrasted with her pale skin of her panty line and the deep tan of her sun tanned legs. I also got a good view of the pink lips of her glistening pussy as her fingers slowly stroked her clitoris. Angie then slid down onto her back on the rear seat. 

Again I could only see from the waist down as her head and shoulders now lay behind the driver's seat and me. She spread her thighs wide as Mike appeared and manoeuvred himself over her. His hard cock was encased in a cream coloured condom which quickly disappeared between her thighs. Her hand appeared and was no doubt guiding his cock to her pussy as she raised her hips from the seat to receive him. From the look of the action, Mike must have slid all the way in on the first push. Angie slowly lowered herself back on the seat and wrapped her legs around Mike's buttocks and began to move her hips against him. I watched for a few minutes before guilt set in and I turned away to stare out the windscreen. The torrential rain had stopped and the sun had now reappeared. Sitting listening to the radio I waited for the activity in the back to end at the same willing my erection to disappear. 

Minutes later, Mike's head appeared through the side of blanket, "Angie feels sorry for you. She wants to know if you want a turn."

It took a second or two to realise what was on offer, I could tell from the tone in Mike's voice that he wasn't too pleased. Mike was a good friend, but I had also a bit of a crush on Angie. Rightly or wrongly, it didn't take more than a second to say yes. Mike and I got out of the car to change places; I couldn't look him in the eye as I eagerly got into the back seat. Angie was sitting on the other side of the seat waiting for me. Her skirt had been pulled down to mid thigh and she was still wearing her tee shirt, her blue panties were still on the floor. She grinned over at me as I slid closer across the wide seat.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked just to make sure. I didn't want to do this if there were any repercussions.

"Sure, it was my idea." Angie replied.

I sat there unsure what to do next with the exception of pulling the blanket down over the gap of the armrest. I had no intention of putting a show on for Mike.

"Just a quickie, okay?" she added.

I nodded.

"Well, hurry up and get your gear off." she ordered.

Angie, clearly amused, watched me nervously undress taking great interest in my equipment as I removed my jeans. She watched intently as I removed a condom, which was originally destined for Kelly, from my wallet. I opened it and then rolled it over my rigid cock. Angie then took the initiative. Kneeling beside me, she pulled her skirt up, lifted a leg over me and sat on my lap facing me. Shuffling forward, and taking my cock, Angie guided it between her thighs. She rubbed it up and down her slippery lips a few times to lubricate the condom and then settled down on it. Even with the condom, it was warm wet, tight and fantastic as she moved slowly up and down the length of my cock. She placed her arms around my neck and leaned forward so that her head was next to mine. 

"I knew you were watching." she whispered in my ear.

"Sorry."

"Don't be, I liked it." she reassured me.

"Mmmmm, you've got a nice cock." she said after a short time and then kissed me on the cheek. 

Feeling a bit more confident with the situation, I began to run my hands over her smooth thighs and buttocks. Moving upwards, I caressed the sides of her breasts, Angie responded by leaning back allowing my hands under her tee shirt. She clearly liked this and pulled it over her head revealing her bare breasts. They were smallish, but pert with small erect nipples. A fading tan line reached just above the nipples and from there down they were milky white. After getting a good eyeful and a fondle, I pulled her close so that I could suck on one of them. 

"Don't forget the other one." she told me playfully as she removed it from my mouth and replaced it with the other. 

I quickly learnt that her nipples were a sensitive part of Angie's erotic make up as her breathing deepened and she picked up the tempo on my cock as I teased them. Then to my surprise she slowed down and leaned away from me. She took my head in her hands and kissed me passionately, her tongue sought mine and for along time, we then just kissed and petted. 

Again she pushed away and looked me seriously in the eye, "I want to feel you inside me. If I take the condom off, do you promise not to cum inside?"

I nodded, by now I would agree to anything.

"I'll suck you off afterwards, okay?" she added.

"Okay." 

Angie then slid backwards releasing my cock which sprang up and stood to attention, she grinned as she carefully rolled the slippery condom off and dropped it onto the carpeted floor. She then moved over my cock and lowered herself onto it again; the added sensation without the condom was fantastic. It was warmer and wetter as she moved up and down the full length without letting it drop out.

"Remember, don't cum inside." she reminded me again before lowering her mouth back on mine. 

"I always knew you'd be good at this." she whispered in my ear a few seconds later.

This comment stuck with me for days afterwards, it was the first indication to suggest that this romp was not an off the cuff suggestion. I felt guilty that Angie seemed to be doing all the work but it was soon apparent that she was close to having an orgasm. While her actual moving up and down on my cock had slowed, she was more intense and her breathing more laboured. She began to shake and squeezed me tight as the convulsions took her. I could feel her muscles contracting tightly on my cock, at the same time she whimpered quietly in my ear. As her orgasm abated, I could feel her juices running down my thighs and balls. Her head then sagged to my shoulders. A second or two afterwards, she began rocking her pussy up and down my cock, it wasn't helping me restrain myself from filling her pussy with cum. I was so close.

"This is getting dangerous." I suggested.

"Oops." she whispered in my ear and stopped moving. 

"Mmmm, I've waited a long time for that." she said a few seconds later lifting her head and looking me in the face. 

She then smiled and kissed me.

I waited for her to break the kiss, "What do mean you've been waiting a long time?"

She chuckled, "Work it out for yourself." 

Angie then carefully lifted herself off my cock and knelt in the confined space in front of me. Taking her panties from the floor, she wiped my cock clean before lowering her mouth onto it. It felt like warm velvet as her tongue twirled over the head before taking in half the length into her mouth. Using a combination of her right hand and her mouth she began working my cock.

She lifted her eyes to meet mine, seconds later she lifted her face and smiled sweetly up at me, "Don't cum in my mouth either, I'll never speak to you again if you do."

Angie then began working in earnest, her hand pumping fast while her mouth alternated in sucking my knob or licking the top of it. By this time I had little control as I built up to an orgasm.

"Watch out, this will go every where." I gasped just before I let fly.

Pre-warned, Angie lifted her face from my cock and with her free hand guided the nipple of her left breast over my cock just at the right time. My cum showered her breast while her hand continued milking me until I relaxed. She then guided the nipple of her other breast to the eye of my cock and gently massaged it using cum as a lubricant.

It was a real mess down below, both Angie's breasts and her right hand was covered in cum, she looked up at me at mouthed "Yuk" before giving me a lecherous smile. 

Being the perfect young gentleman, I found a clean handkerchief in my jeans pocket and began to clean her breasts. Sitting on the seat beside me she offered each breast in turn for cleaning, then her hand. 

"I enjoyed that." she whispered.

"So did I." I replied.

"I could tell." she said taking the sodden handkerchief from my hand and waving it past my face.

She dropped it onto the floor and picked up her panties and placed them over her feet, I watched fascinated as she rolled them up over her thighs and over her pussy, and then pulled her skirt down. Minutes later I was back in the driver's seat heading for Angie's house. Angie stayed in the backseat as I drove, not a word was said as the three of us seemed to be deep in thought in what had just transpired. After we had dropped Angie off I then headed for home, Mike understandably wouldn't speak to me and realised that I had probably ruined our friendship for good. I can remember contemplating whether it was worth it or not as I drove.

Two weeks later and on a Sunday morning I was studying for exams when I heard the door bell ring. Moments later my mother appeared, and with a grin informed me that a young lady was waiting downstairs for me. This was a little unexpected as I don't normally bring girls home for various reasons, but mainly as my mother was embarrassingly over protective of her only son. I followed my mother down, and to my surprise I found Angie waiting for me. I can remember she looked innocently gorgeous in tight jeans, a blue tee shirt and with her hair tied back in a pony tail. After introducing Angie to my waiting and inquisitive parents, I led her out into a small courtyard area at the back of the house and sat at BBQ table. We looked stupidly at each other over the table for a few seconds, both not knowing what to say. Angie broke the ice and asked why I hadn't contacted her. I told her that I didn't know I was supposed to. She looked at me kind of hurt. Looking around to make sure neither of my parents could overhear, she told me that she always liked me and thought I liked her. After what had happened she thought I would phone her. I told her that I had always liked her too, but she was dating Mike. For the next hour or so we sat around talking, she and Mike hadn't spoken since that Sunday afternoon and the relationship was off. She smiled and suggested that she was now looking for a new boyfriend. I can remember that we grinned at each other as we considered the possibilities.

In the early afternoon, my father came out and informed us that they were going out to visit friends, minutes later I heard their car disappearing down the street. Angie asked if we were alone, when I nodded she suggested a tour of my bedroom. I watched with eager anticipation as Angie stood in the middle of my bedroom and slip out of her jeans and tee shirt. As she stepped out of her panties she informed me that since she sucked me off the other day, I owed her a pussy licking. Up until that day, I'd never had a girlfriend who was so sexually forward and demanding, I didn't know it but I was heading for a steep learning curve. I was soon kneeling between her thighs and rolling my tongue up and down her pussy. She also informed that I didn't have to worry about a condom, she was now on the pill and I could finish inside her; that's if I wanted to.




Sloppy Seconds



It was a strange way to start a relationship, but it worked for us. Angie and I dated for a few years after that, and in fact lived together for a short time sharing an old house with two other couples. The sex was the best of I've ever had. She was sexually aggressive and knew exactly what she wanted and when. During sex, she was sort of selfish until she had reached her own orgasm, then she would wind down and become more playful and caring to my own needs. I never minded at all; it was just the way she was.

I've always fantasised when having sex, Angie did too but to a lesser extent. In the last year or so that we were together, I began to fantasise about watching Angie with some one else. The fantasy first started when I began thinking back when I watched Angie doing it with Mike in the back seat of my car. His hands sliding up her dress and down her panties. How she played with her clitoris, opened her thighs for him and then handled his cock into her pussy. Angie and I had always been open with our fantasies and acted them out within reason. She was a little surprised when I told her about watching her doing it with someone else. But over time, we fantasised about how we would do it, who with and what she would wear. 

Then one day I asked whether she would like to actually do it, she studied me hard and then said she would think about it. To be honest I didn't think she would mention it again, but did so during our next bout of sex. We discussed how it might affect our relationship and the risk of disease or pregnancy. Over time she suggested that she might consider it under the right conditions. If she liked the guy and felt in the mood she might be tempted. But she also told me that I wasn't to push it or try and arrange anything. I thought it might have happened one night when we were at a party. A good looking guy was hitting on her and she was flirting in return. I cornered her later and suggested that the three of us go somewhere. She declined, but asked me to take her home as she was getting horny. In the car Angie told me that she fancied him, but he was also a bit of a show off and probably couldn't be trusted to keep his mouth shut. She knew I was disappointed, she leaned over and kissed me and told me that she loved me. She also told me not to give up, as the thought of putting on a show for me was exciting for her too. I'd just have to be patient.

Unfortunately, my fantasy never came to fruition. Angie got the travel bug and disappeared overseas for a year. There may have been a different result if I'd been able to go too, but I couldn't get leave of absence from my job. Angie then arranged to go with a girlfriend. They say love is strong and the intentions were that we would get back together again on her return. But by the time she returned home, I'd met someone else and she had no doubt had good fun while she was away.

Angie and I ran into each other at a U2 concert in Auckland many years later. I was with my wife when she approached us and we had a few laughs after introductions were made. My wife didn't know who she was and assumed that she was an old acquaintance through work or friends. Just before she walked away, Angie turned to my wife and asked if I was still a very naughty boy? My wife took it well enough at the time, but I had some explaining to do later. However, it was good to see that Angie still had her sense of humour, even if it was at my expense. 

Looking back, my relationship with Angie was unforgettable for a number of reasons. My previous girlfriends had always been willing sexual partners, but Angie was the first girl I'd met who was sexually demanding. If she wanted it she just took it. If there was no one around, she would just stand in front of me and start taking off her clothes, just as she did when she arrived at my house that very first time and suggested going up to my room. She changed tactics a little when we were sharing a house with others. She normally wore dresses or skirts, and if anyone was home she would give me a flash of her panties when no one was looking. It was signal that I was urgently required in the bedroom. One of the girls eventually caught her doing it and clicked to what was going on. She laughed and pointed to the bedroom as if to say, 'I know what's going on, just go somewhere else and do it.'

Another one of Angie's traits was that she liked to see me cum. While she was happy for me to cum inside her, she also liked to finish me off by hand and mouth. She would happily sit beside me with a cheeky grin and with cum over her face, breasts or hands. She also liked to watch my facial expressions during the build up and the actual orgasm, she used to get a buzz at taking control of my body. At night she would always turn on a bedside lamp to catch the action. 

Some might think that Angie was promiscuous but she wasn't. While we were together neither of us were unfaithful. She would flirt a little when she'd been drinking, but would quickly find me if things ever got out of hand. Even when we explored the fantasy of her doing it was someone else while I watched, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. I once asked what the difference was when I watched her doing it with Mike, knowing that I was watching from the front seat and then suggesting that I have a turn. She had to think about it, but told me that at the time she had more feelings for me than Mike. She wanted to have sex with me and freely admits instigating it. To have one off sex with a stranger so that I could watch was something completely different, even though she also considered it exciting. She explained to me that she enjoyed the fantasy, but actually doing it was a fine line that she had difficulty crossing. It was a pity really because I know it would've been a mind blowing experience. But we both agreed if it ever happened it would only be by mutual agreement and I never pushed it at any time.

Some readers will probably question why I would let a girl like Angie disappear from my life. At the time we made the split, I would have been around twenty three, much too young to contemplate anything horrid like engagements or marriage. And while the sex was great, she was far from perfect in other ways. For a start, she was a little untidy and a bit of a spender, but I won't say much about that, as Auckland's a small place. If Angie ever read this story, she would no doubt realise who it was about and who the culprit author is, even though I've changed her name. She could easily find me at the quick flick of the phone book. I think she'd probably laugh, but there's a fine line between stupidity and bravery. Angie was an amazing girlfriend and lover, and I know that she'll be making someone very happy. Sometimes I fantasise it's still me.



Sloppy Seconds



After about half an hour of hiding under the bed, Sean heard the knock at the door. He heard voices in the other room of the small one bedroom apartment, where he had recently moved back into with his mother since his father had kicked him out on his 21st birthday. He had been sleeping on her couch.

His heart jumped as he heard the door open. He did not know what to expect, and was afraid of the emotions.

"You are so sweet! You're always too good to me, Dan!"

It was his mother's voice coming into the bedroom, exuberant and deliberate from gin. 

"Only to you baby," a voice said, entering behind her.

The voice was wearing black loafers and black pants.

Sean knew what his mother was wearing. A leopard skin slip with black lace, and black lace garters. He had seen her from under the bed, in the full-length mirror propped in the corner.

"Do you want a drink?" his mother asked the man.

"A quick one," he said. "I can't stay long."

He saw his mother's tan feet walk over to the dresser where she kept the bottle of gin. He heard her pour it in a glass and then watched her feet go back to the black loafers.

"Cheers," the man's voice said.

Sean heard the glasses clink, and after a minute, his mother set her empty glass on the carpeted floor. Then, she was down on her knees. The bed creaked and sunk down above him.

"Let's let this monster free," his mother said.

Sean couldn't help it. He slid over to the side of the bed where he could see the mirror. He looked out.

His mother was on her knees, her curly, long blonde hair, covering her dark face which he knew from experience wore too much eyeliner, bobbing up and down over the man's crotch. His pants were around his waist.

The man was young, at least 10 years younger than Sean's mother who was 41. He was fairly handsome with brown hair and a trim beard and Sean could not understand why he would have to pay.

"Oh, god," he moaned. "You're the best."

The man leaned his head back and closed his eyes. After a few minutes he opened them again.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said. "But we have to hurry."

"What do you want?" she asked.

"How much more for bareback?"

"Fifty."

"Fifty?"

"Yes, but only for you baby. Everyone else it's seventy-five at least." 

The bed creaked as the man stood up. His mother unbuckled the garters from the panties and took the panties off.

"All right, fifty it is."

"You want this off?" she said referring to the slip.

"Just down past the tits."

She pulled the straps from her shoulders and the cups down, exposing her full, tan breasts, and hard nipples.

His mother got on all fours facing the mirror. Sean pulled back under the bed as fast as he could.

"Shit!" his mother said.

"What?" the man said. But Sean heard his mother pause.

"Nothing," she said finally. "Just fuck me fast."

"And hard?"

"Yeah, baby," she said, but her voice lacked the same conviction it had moments ago.

The man didn't notice and soon the bed starting bouncing up and down and he heard his mother faking moans and yelling, 'fuck me, baby, yeah.' The man just grunted.

It was all over pretty fast and the next thing he knew the man was standing and walking toward the door.

"Where do you want it?" he asked.

"Just leave it on the dresser."

The man went out and everything was silent until Sean heard the front door close from the other room. 

"Okay," she said. "I know you're there, come on out."

Sean crawled out from under the bed. He looked at his mother lying across the bed in her slip. She had pulled it down, and put the straps and cups back on.

"Why, Sean?"

"I told you, I wanted to see how they treated you."

He looked over at the dresser and saw a dozen red roses in a vase.

"Not so bad, huh?" she said.

"I guess not." 

Sean picked up his mother's glass where she had sat it on the floor. He walked over to the dresser and filled it halfway and drank it down. Then he made another and gave it to his mother. She drank part of it and put it on the night stand.

"I asked you not to," she said.

"I couldn't help it, Ma. I love you."

"So what?"

"I guess I'm in trouble, huh."

"No," she said. "I told you when you came back from living with your papa in Birmingham, you're a man, now. Not a little boy."

"So let me be the man of the house. Quit. I'll support us."

"Working as a line cook in a bar?"

"I'll get another job."

She laughed and drank the rest of her gin. Sean went over and took a pull from the bottle.

"You are the man," she slurred. He noticed the effects of the gin on her more now.

He took off his shirt, and started unbuckling his pants. 

"Sean, what are you doing?"

"Being your man."

"Sean, no-"

"Hush, mama," he said.

He was naked now. He climbed on the bed.

"Baby, I told you already-"

But he pulled her to him and kissed her. He pulled the straps of the slip down and removed the cups from her breasts and started kissing them all over. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. Then he moved to the other.

"Sean, babe, let me clean up first, please- Ow!"

He bit down on her nipple and then came up. He pulled one of her long, tan legs up over his shoulder and straddled her other one.

"No, mama, I want to feel what you feel."

He entered her. He went in easy because of the other man's semen still in her. He slid in and out, and she moaned. He felt her juices flood and mix with the semen and they could barely feel each other it was so wet inside.

"Oh yes, oh yes," she called. "Yes, Sean, Sean."

"Tell me I can be you're man," he moaned, kissing her neck.

He kissed her, his tongue in her throat dancing with hers.

"Oh, oh!"

She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

"Tell me," he said.

She cried out as she started to come.

"Oh God, yes. You're the man, you're my man, now! Oh!"

And he started slamming himself in and out of her until he felt the shift in his balls. He exploded inside of her.

"Oh, ahh!" he moaned, slowing his humping.

She was over-flowing, now. He kissed her.

"Oh, baby," she said, kissing him.

He lay down on top of her for a little bit an she ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

"Mama, I know I'm not a little boy, but can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Yes, baby. Sean?"

"Yes, mama?"

"I'm tired, will you turn off the light."

"Of course, mama," he said.

He got up and went over and flipped the overhead light switch next to the door.

He got back in the bed in the dark, and snuggled up next to her.

"After all," he said. "You had a long day of work."




Sloppy Seconds



Her Frame of Mind

Boredom! Absolute boredom! And of course, the elixir, alcohol was part of the equation!

How else could one explain a reasonably attractive, articulate, mostly responsible thirty-six year old woman going to a roach palace motel with the intent of fucking two men she hardly knew? 

It began late on a Friday night. With her second scotch in hand she wandered about her room wondering what she could possibly do next to make the night go faster. She was restless and could find nothing within the confines of her space that could distract her. She had already watched all the television she could tolerate, was un-stimulated by the book she was reading, and prepared an unremarkable dinner, eaten with no appreciation for flavor.

Restless! Indescribably restless! 

She even resorted to a soak in a hot bath. Nothing soothed her. Her life seemed to be heading to the end of a road that led to nowhere. 

Janis Ian's Belle of the Blues played hauntingly in the background. The words taunted her......."I was born on the shelf of a rare book library..." 

That was the pivotal moment. She sat up so suddenly that the water splashed over the sides of the tub. She jerked the chain upwards with her big toe and the plug followed. There was no cognizant thought of getting dressed and leaving the house. Nonetheless, she found herself standing naked before the open closet door. 

She chose a white peasant blouse and soft denim jeans. She ran the brush loosely through her hair and applied one swipe of pale pink lipstick across her pouting lips. She looked in the mirror and spoke to her own reflection. "Where to now? Hell! Who cares! Any place but here!" .

The Bewitching Hour

She parked the car directly outside the bar. As she glanced around she noticed how few cars were there. And only one did she recognize. No matter. She was not feeling overly sociable anyway.

She pulled the heavy door open and the stale odor of cigarettes assaulted her. The bar was virtually empty. The only people there beside herself were the bartender and two men playing darts at the back of the room.

Colleen took the seat closest to the door. Even then she was leaving a quick escape as a possible option.

Brett came over to greet her. "Hey Darlin'! What'ya doing back here tonight?"

"Slumming!" She gave him a half smile. 

She had been in earlier that afternoon with Dwayne. They often met for cocktails after work. He couldn't stay tonight. He had a date. They were only part-time lovers; they were the other's fill-in when the need arose. 

Tonight that need was huge! What she had not expected was to be disappointed that he was not spending the evening with her. 

"What are you drinking tonight?" She looked closely at him and realized that he was a very attractive man. She had always been attracted to dark haired men. Mentally she tried to picture his chest and imagine the dark bed of curls and her head resting on top of them. An image of a naked Brett flashed through her mind's eye. She felt a stirring between her legs. The blood rushed to her cheeks and she blushed involuntarily. Brett either did not notice or did not acknowledge it.

However, someone else had noticed. She felt his stare. There stood one of the regulars with both elbows resting on the bar. He smiled impishly and looked at her as though he was mentally undressing her. 

"Give the lady whatever she'd like, Brett, and put it on my tab."

Recklessness was her partner for the night, so she ordered a Wild Turkey and Peppermint Schnapps. 

They had seen each other but never really spent any time talking. He wasn't her type. She preferred suits, the business type, clever men who could challenge her mentally and who could appreciate her intellect and wit. She had a rule; her men had to be smarter than she was. 

Recently life had taught her that being smart did not mean that a man had good character.

Robert was muscular and tan with auburn colored hair and a matching handlebar mustache. He stood over six feet tall; and, he wore jeans, cowboy boots and a white tee shirt with his cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve. 

He remained on the opposite side of the bar and sipped his own drink deliberately slow. He never took his eyes off Colleen. She began to squirm in her seat. Bingo! He saw that movement as his cue to move on over to the stool beside her. They exchanged basic pleasantries.

"Never seen you out here this time of night. Are you up to no good?" He laughed good-naturedly. Idle conversation required no response, so she gave none.

He cocked his head and motioned towards the dartboard and asked if she would like to join them.

Her initial response was to decline.Her limited skill level embarrassed her. But, he wouldn't accept "no" as an answer.

She downed her drink quickly. "What the hell! Okay, I'm yours for the evening! Teach me!" 

Introductions were made with his friend Steve who was already nailing bull's eyes with almost every throw. When she first looked into his eyes she saw mischief. 

Tonight mischief was good! She was up to some mischief herself!

"Hello Little Lady!" His Texas accent was evident. He stood about three inches taller than his friend and almost a foot taller than she. He too was well tanned and his hair was a sun bleached curly blonde. His attire echoed Robert's, jeans and white tee shirt, and well-worn brown-tooled boots. 

He brushed against her. Her nipples responded and hardened beneath the thin white fabric of her blouse. Both men noticed!

The first lesson began behind the line. Steve positioned himself behind her with one hand on her left shoulder and the other guiding her hand and wrist action for the initial throws. She could feel his firm erection pressed against her buttocks.

Her next time up at the line and Robert stood behind her to guide her throw. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. Her mind was reeling! Already she was surrendering to whatever would be.

Drinks and music kept flowing. And the more games they played the more relaxed and confident and sexy she became. And, yes, as the games progressed a new game took shape. Two men and a one woman were now playing a game called Desire. 

Somewhere around midnight she asked Robert to dance with her. He was hesitant. Claimed he wasn't much of a dancer. But, he took her into his arms and drew her body tightly against his. "You are one hot little babe!" He slipped his hand into the waistband of her jeans and squeezed.

Colleen made no protest. He laughed and boldly slid his index finger into the crevice of her ass cheeks. Her sigh was one of satisfaction. 

"Would you consider going someplace private and making our own music?"

"Now?" She was intoxicated with the sexual tension.

He nodded affirmatively.

"What about Steve" she asked nervously.

"That's up to you Lady. I don't have a problem inviting him along if you don't"

Recklessness, her partner for the evening, challenged her to say yes. And, she did. 

Too Late For Turning Back

Robert stood next to Steve and spoke quietly to him. Steve's eyes locked on Colleen's and he smiled a sexy devilishly smile. All the players were now in place and it was time to spin the dial for the next game move.

The three of them left the bar together after settling the tab and telling Brett good night. If Brett had any inclination of their intended escapade he gave no visible indication.

Robert opened the door of his truck and climbed into the driver's seat, while Steve opened the passenger side and like a true gentleman helped her climb up to take her place between the two men. The engine cranked alive and the radio took on life as well with the sounds of Bob Dylan crooning "lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed."

Perfect mood music! It could not have been better had it been planned! 

Robert being a man of few words but decisive action reached behind the visor and took hold of a fat doobie. He flipped the top of his Zippo lighter and touched the flame to the tip. He took a deep drag and passed it to Colleen. She held it tentatively and before she would allow herself to second-guess her actions, she too dragged deep and hard. Immediately, she coughed and gagged. 

"Careful, Lady" Robert 's eyes were sparkling," this here is a rather special evening. Don't fly off now!"

Steve too participated. He dragged on it for few minutes before turning to Colleen and pulling her towards him. He kissed her rather roughly and forced her mouth open with his tongue. He forced her to take into her lungs the smoke he had been holding.

What had she got herself into?

Within just minutes Robert had navigated the truck into the courtyard of an old highway side motel that had already seen it's last good day. He got out the truck cab and loped over to the office. 

Colleen hardly noticed his absence for Steve had crept his hand beneath her blouse and was gently pinching her tender and oh so aroused nipples. She let her head roll back to the edge of the seat and closed eyes and surrendered to the absolute pleasure of his skillful hands. He unsnapped her thin bra and cupped her breast before lowering his lips to suckle. He allowed the tips of his teeth to graze across every millimeter of the ripe tissue. She had begun to writhe in the seat with pent up desire. Steve maneuvered her body forward and lifted her blouse over her head. She was naked from the waist up.

Robert was back with a room key. He opened the truck door and dome light flicked on. Neither Colleen nor Steve seemed to notice. She had unzipped his pants and removed his stiff erection for inspection.

Robert chuckled merrily, "Oh, yeah, save some of that action for me girl!"

He was able to park right outside the door to the room. Colleen crawled out right behind Steve and walked half naked into the room with her blouse clutched in her hand and her breasts standing firm and proud and ready for more stimulation. 

She was ready for ecstasy! Oh hell! She wanted to be royally fucked, hard and high, horizontal or vertical, or standing on her head. She was so hot and flying high with mixed venues of intoxication. 

Neither of the men hesitated a moment in shedding their clothes. Steve lay across the faded green chenille bedspread with one arm propping his head. Robert sank to his knees in front of Colleen and slowly removed her jeans. He had her stand before him and forced her legs apart. He edged his nose up to the opening of her newly trimmed lips and inhaled deeply. 

"Oh, Babe, you smell so sweet!" With one thumb on each vaginal lip he pulled the lips open for his bird's eye inspection. "You are so pink! And I can feel your heat!"

She was so wet that a bead of body fluid trickled down her thigh. Robert's tongue traced a line up her thigh and he caught the liquid. Colleen swooned and let out a pleasure sigh. He steadied her by holding her ass checks firmly in his grasp as he pursued licking the outer edges of her thickening lips.

She responded enthusiastically! She thrust her hips forward and griped fiercely to the locks of his hair. She pulled his head into her body. He was savoring every second and plunged his tongue into the steamy canal.

"I have to lie down! Come to the bed with me!" She was begging for more!

He stood and scooped her small frame into the cradle of his arms and carried her to the bed. He kissed her furiously. Her mouth hungrily fed on his as they took turns sucking on the other's tongue and exploring the other's mouth. He never once closed his eyes. He did not want to risk one visual second of being with her. 

Gently he placed her on the bed and guided his now glistening body next to hers. She turned on her side to face him and wrapped her hand tightly around the base of his swollen penis and urged him towards her. 

Steve had been patient long enough! He spooned closely to the back of her. He positioned his cock at the crack of her backside. Robert saw his intent and took on the role of subordinate so Steve would have a turn at leading the scene. Robert was content to use his magic lips in fluctuation between her lips and her breasts.

She was captivated and enthusiastic about any and every place they chose to touch or pleasure her.

Steve began to thrust his hips. His cock was so long and so thick that Colleen was not sure her body would be able to take all of him. He brushed her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck and nibbled her shoulders. Robert's fingernails gently raked a pattern across and around her patch of pubic hair. He twisted and tugged each time Steve thrust forward. Her vaginal lips parted wider each time. Her clit looked like a mini cock! 

"I'm coming inside you now. Open up for me!" Steve's voice was raspy. The next few strokes were hard and fast. Her body opened willingly and she did take all of him. Her vagina felt packed and full, and the walls clung to him tightly. 

Robert's lips slid down her body. He took her bud between his lips and sucked wet and tender while Steve pounded her vagina. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to her knees. He was going to fuck her doggie style. Robert slipped to the side of the bed and touched her lips to his ready cock.

She wanted to please him. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had been giving her. She knew how to suck a cock with an intensity that would make his legs wobble. Her tongue was very wet and her throat was cable of swallowing all of him. She cupped her tongue around the head and concentrated on the sensitive underside.

"I knew you would be good." Robert was breathing hard and could hardly stand nor speak.

Suddenly her body was shifting. Steve had lifted her up and had her legs supported in his huge hands. He was in total control of her balance and his. With the next thrust she emitted a lustful scream for he had penetrated her deeper than she knew was possible. She shuddered over and over again. Her vagina was throbbing in a spasm of contractions. Her face was on fire. She was covered in a light sweat of heated passion.

"Oh shit! She's milking me! I can't hold back!" He was pumping and grunting and lost in the release of his cum deep inside her. 

Robert had pulled back to allow her the full experience of this first orgasm. He was sitting on his haunches with the wall supporting his weight. He stared intently at her face as she let go and came hard. 

When Steve shot off, he filled her with volumes of cum. As he withdrew from her the semen ran down both her legs and created a large round wet spot on the bedspread. He rolled over onto his back with both arms stretched above his curly blonde head.

Colleen collapsed face down on the mattress. She was still breathing hard. Her face was only inches away from Robert's. He smiled at her and nodded affirmatively. 

"After you catch your breath, would you be up to allowing this man the right to sloppy seconds?"

Colleen giggled at the very thought! But, that very nasty thought ignited her into another immediate flame. This would be her first time to have this experience. Yet she would readily admit that it was something she had been craving as a fantasy for years. And now fantasy was crossing to reality! 

"YES!" Being wanton seemed to suit her very well indeed. This whole experience was much more exciting than she could have imagined!

Sloppy Seconds

Steve had gone to shower. They were alone for the first time ever.

"I don't usually say much, Colleen, but don't let that fool you. I am a very oral man!"

In a flash he was between her legs and lapping at the sticky juices that oozed from within her. She was stunned! Thrilled!

She threw her legs open wide to give him full access to anything he wanted. His tongue was buried deep inside her vagina and he was willingly lapping another man's cum. That thought brought her to an immediate climax. He licked her and licked her and let his tongue explore her taught pink ring as well.

"Come fuck me Robert! I need this! I want this!"

Now Robert was a gentleman and he never disappointed a lady! So, he climbed her and claimed her as his prize. He impaled her and they both moaned in unison. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and held him to her and they fucked as though that moment was all that mattered in life. 

"I feel his cum, Colleen, do you? I'm going to give you mine too. You are going to be so wet!"

Colleen s pleasurable cries were punctuated with words she rarely thought about, let alone used. "Pound my cunt. Pinch my tits! Oh, your prick feels so good!" 

They both came. They both gushed wet. 

Sloppy seconds were just the prelude for an evening of lurid desire and exploration. 

They all fell asleep entangled in the warmth of the other in the small bed with a faded bedspread.

Robert drove her home at six the next morning. "Get some sleep Darlin'. I'll call you this afternoon and take you back to get your car." He kissed her sweetly before she jumped down from the cab of the truck.

She put her key into the lock and opened the door to her home. She was at peace and ready for sleep. 



Sloppy Seconds



Oh God, I thought. I can't believe this is actually happening.

I stood in a small hotel-style room with twenty other guys. Behind us, the cameraman prepared for the shoot, but unlike what most people would've thought, we weren't shooting an informercial. No. We were shooting a porno—a gangbang porno at that.

"Listen up," the director said, stepping forward to survey the men. "You know the drill, gentlemen. It's all very simple. No acting—just plain, raw fucking."

At this, the men snickered. Some reached for their dicks. Others reached inside their pants and began to rub their dicks. Considering the star hadn't even arrived, it was somewhat of a sight.

How the hell could I have gotten myself into this mess?

Of course—I was broke, horny as hell, and wanted ass. The $1000 they were offering each of us, while small, was no lunch money.

I guess I should explain a little bit about myself. I'm vers, but usually bottom. I have to say—I love bottoming, but there's something about ass that just makes a man wild, but it's not very often I get it. Most of the guys I get with are uber macho types—'straight-acting' or 'down-low' men who want to suck, fuck and then leave. That's not to say I'm feminine, though. At five-foot-six, I'm broad-shouldered, have a full but light chest of hair, and substantially hairy legs. My long hair and soft voice are usually what get me into the more submissive role, but that doesn't matter. Right now, I was here—in this room, with these guys—and I was about to get what I wanted.

I reached down and grabbed my crotch.

Beside me, the door leading to the prep room opened.

Our resident fuckee came out.

He was tall—about six feet—and ginger, clean-shaven from his face to his toes and toned to the point where he had muscle definition but not too much of it. Fully-naked, he was something of a sight to behold, but it wasn't until he walked past me and I saw his ass that I really got excited.

Fuck yeah, I thought. Awesome.

Around me, the men fell silent.

The ginger spread out along the bed and propped his head up on one shoulder, watching the crowd for any sign of interaction.

Like dogs to a bone, the men went crazy. Shirts went flying, pants came off, and underwear dropped faster than you could've snapped your finger.

The first guy had the luxury of breaking him in.

The lucky number one was a tall older man. Clean-shaven, with a hairless chest, hairy legs and arms and with a dick that, though not hard yet, was already formidable—he descended on the ginger and pressed his hands against the bed while forcing his mouth against the fuckee's. Moans came from the ginger's mouth, though whether or not it was because the guy's dick was rubbing against his asshole or if the guy preparing to fuck him really was a good kisser I couldn't be sure.

"Eat his ass!" someone cried.

It didn't take long for the guy to oblige.

I stepped out of my clothes and reached down to take my throbbing dick as the guy shoved his face into the ginger's ass and began to lap at it like candy. 

The ginger moaned.

Slurping noises echoed across the room.

It didn't take long before the whole process began.

It wasn't a traditional porno shoot. Unlike what most shoots like this would've been like—where all the guys would've worn condoms—there was no protection, merely bareback. While that was usually a risk, we'd each undergone a rigorous series of STD and HIV tests in the weeks prior to the shoot. I have to say—going a month without sex was unbearable. My hand became my best friend, as did a few dildos. But in the end, it all came down to one thing—the guy was a comedump, and us lucky fellas were going to get a piece of it.

The first fuck of the day was expected to be slow, mostly loosening the guy up without hurting him too much. It started off easy—a few slides here, a thrust or two there. Then it became more and more animalistic. At one point the sound of flesh was so overwhelming it was all I could hear, but that didn't bother me too much. It made excellent jacking off material.

In a few moments, the first guy came—a long, guttural sound which sounded from his throat as he pumped his load deep into the ginger's asshole.

"Spread it," one guy said.

The ginger spread his ass and flexed his hole. A teardrop of come slid out.

A guy of a larger build stepped forward and took his place.

Thus began the breeding festival.

Most would've seen the ginger as a self-absorbed whore who was only lowering himself to a standard. He couldn't have enjoyed it, they would have said, because it was all about the money. But there he was, taking it like a bitch—legs spread, ass open, begging for more as men used him in ways unlike anything he had ever imagined before. The men were equally as ecstatic. Grunting, groaning, panting, gasping for breath as his insides worked their dicks and they shot their loads deep into his ass—the moans that echoed across the tiny room filled with twenty-some horny men was enough to make my dick stand on end.

"You gonna get a piece of that?" the man next to me asked.

"Later," I said.

The gross and horrible truth was, I wanted to wait until later—after the guy had a few loads in him. As much as I was loathe to admit it, I couldn't wait to sink my dick into his asshole and feel the come surrounding my dick, wrapping around my shaft and inviting me into its soft, warm, creamy depths. I'll be honest—I'm somewhat of a come whore. If I were in his position, I'd be in Heaven, but since it'd been months since I'd gotten any ass, I was more than happy to stick it in him.

Fact of the matter was, I have a six-inch dick, not too thick but not too small either, with a nice fat mushroom head. I may have been a bit smaller than most of the guys here, but I've been told it fills them up nicely.

The guy topping the cumdump—a forty-something with salt-and-pepper hair—thrust his dick into the guy's ass and cried out as he came.

My dick jerked in response.

"Shit," the same guy who'd spoken to me before said. "You sure to precome a lot."

"Yeah," I muttered. "I know."

The guy wrapped his hand around my dick and rubbed the head with his thumb.

Fuck, I moaned.

"Like that?" he asked.

"I'm saving it for him," I said. "Knock it off."

"Come on—let me lick it off."

"I said—"

Before I could finish, the guy fell to his knees. In one long, effortless stroke, he licked my shaft from base to head, cleaning the precome off in one lick.

Regardless of how tempting his mouth was, I couldn't do it. I was so horny that if I stuck my dick in his mouth, I knew I wouldn't be able to take it out.

With a grin, the guy rose and started to make his way back to his place at my side. He stopped, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced our lips together. Mine immediately parted for his tongue.

"Thanks, handsome," he said, licking my lips before reaching for his dick.

I sat back and waited for my time to come, watching desperately as one guy after the other topped and fucked the living shit out of the ginger. There was no number or order, merely first come, first serve. I tried to make my way up there several times, but when I was beat it by not one, or two, but three different guys, I decided to take my place at the end of the bed and wait for my turn.

Come on, I thought.

I couldn't stop jacking my dick. My hand was covered in precome—thick, white precome, which had since run down my dick and started lapping over my balls. The smell of sex in the air and the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the ginger moaning could've easily thrown me over the edge.

What the hell was taking so long for this guy to come?

When he finally threw his head back and let out a howl, I moved up onto the bed and rubbed his balls as they emptied their load into him.

The guy pulled his limp dick out of the ginger's asshole.

Taking my dick in hand, I prepared to enter him.

I was mystified.

His asshole was pulsing—throbbing, it seemed, as my cock came nearer and nearer—and as he flexed his cheeks and his hole contracted, miniature glances of what lay inside could be seen. A sea of come, so thick and white and creamy that it could have resembled something like melted chocolate, awaited me as I prepared to enter his hole.

"You want it?" I asked, slapping the head of my dick against his gaping opening.

"Yes," the ginger moaned. "God yes, fuck me sir, fuck me. Give me your load."

How could I refuse?

I sunk the head of my dick into his opening.

He groaned.

I moaned.

His asshole tightened around the head of my cock to the point where I thought he might break it off.

For being so used, I mused, he's fucking tight.

As I sank my dick deeper into his hole, giving in to the inner horndog that screamed to be let out, I reveled in the feeling of warmth—how, as I sunk deeper, and as the flaring head of my cock pushed his walls aside, the come from about a dozen men before me wrapped and twisted about my dick. The feeling alone was almost enough to get me off. The fact that here I was, the thirteenth guy in this hole, about ready to deposit my load into a begging and willing slut, was something out of a dream. Group sex is something amazing in itself, but when you can share one hole with a bunch of guys and not only make your mark in that hole, but experience the mark that others have made? That is amazing.

I started off slow—churning the butter, so to speak—and made slow, deep thrusts that brought but the head of my dick out and the entirety of it in. The come parted for my dick and always remolded around the head, wrapping it like a warm fist caked with cream. I couldn't get enough. I reveled in each and every stroke. Compared to the guys before me, I was going slow, but that didn't matter. I wanted this to last. I wanted to enjoy it.

Above me, the ginger was moaning loudly—legs spread, ass up for my cock. The position itself was almost deserving of an award.

"Come on," the guy moaned. "Give it to me. Hard."

I pulled my dick out and thrust it in in one stroke.

Then I went to down.

I fucked this guy unlike I'd ever fucked any guy before. My balls slapping his ass, my arms gripping his waist and my hips moving like pistols—I grunted and groaned as my body conspired to stop me but my dick forced itself to keep going. The come expelled under my onslaught and leaked out around my dick. The sight alone was enough to drive me to fuck him harder.

"Yeah!" someone cried.

"Come on pretty boy!" another cried. "Give him your load!"

"Oh fuck," I moaned, thrusting harder. "Here... here it... gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh—"

My prostate tightened.

My dick exploded.

Come poured into the ginger's ass at a rate I couldn't imagine.

I threw my head back and screamed.

"Oh yeah," the guy moaned. "Fuck yeah. Give me that load."

"You want it?" I asked, fucking him harder, the come now seeping down to the base of my dick and mixing in with my pubes. "You fucking got it!"

I fucked him for a complete minute before I could go no more.

I pulled out and spread his ass to view my work.

Glorious come winked out at me as his asshole flexed.

Without much thought whatsoever, I leaned in and lapped up the juices pouring out of his hole. The salt, the sweet, the tang, the cream—all poured over my lips as I buried my tongue in his ass.

I ate him out for a full minute before I pulled away.

"Bet you enjoyed that," the guy who had tried to suck my dick said as he mounted the ginger and sunk his cock in.

"Hell yeah," I said. "I did."



Sloppy Seconds Captured On Tape



My girlfriend Kathy and I weren’t getting along any more and finally broke it off. Yeah, people always say “It was a joint decision” but I’m not afraid to admit I’m the one that brought it up first. I’m sure it was inevitable, but Kathy was still pretty upset about it. She called a few days later, drunk and lonely and wanting to get back together. I felt bad and, like a dumbass, we started dating again. I said to myself, “Well, I give it two weeks before it falls apart.” We made it 10 days. We just didn’t fit. The second time she was the one to break it off.

So about a week later I remembered some stuff I’d left at her place. She only lived a couple of miles from me but I didn’t want to drop in unannounced. I called her up and caught her on her way out. So we set up a time a couple days later for me go to over.

I had a few drinks with the work crowd at happy hour that evening. Kathy’s place was on my way home so instead of calling first I just dropped by. I pulled into her apartment complex parking lot and headed toward her building. I passed a guy headed toward his car that looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him. I figured I’d probably just seen him around the apartments or something and didn’t think any more of it.

I headed up the steps and knocked on the door. I heard her yell, “Come in.” She didn’t usually leave her door unlocked, but I still didn’t think anything about it so I opened it and headed in.

“What did you forget?” she said from the couch before even looking at me.

“I think I left a pair of swim trunks, sunglasses… uh… I don’t know what else-“ I started to say as I stepped into the living room.

She looked over her shoulder from the couch at me, a little startled. I stood there stunned as I took everything in. She thought it was someone else walking into the apartment. Someone who’d just left. The guy I’d just passed in the parking lot. The guy was Troy, a guy she used to have a thing for back in college because he was a black man with green eyes, something of a fetish of Kathy’s. He’d just left from having sex with Kathy. She had that glazed look she only got from having a couple too many drinks and a bit too much sex. All of these things rain through my brain like a freight train.

I don’t remember taking a few steps closer. My jaw was probably dropped. I might have tried to stutter something, probably “What the hell?!?”

I don’t remember because what I saw next completely shut my brain down. She was naked, sitting on the couch with her legs spread. The new little digital video camera I’d gotten her for Christmas was on the coffee table, pointed at herself. Or more accurately, at her crotch. She had the display turned around so she could watch. Cum oozed out of her while I stood there.

I looked up at her face and she gave me her, “So?” look. She was definitely drunk. I was still too stunned to move. She reached down and started lazily running her fingers over her sopping pussy, again stunning me before I could get my thoughts together, much less get a word out of my mouth.

I think I was about to say something, again probably something like “What the hell?!?”, but before I could get my jaw to work she took her fingers and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on the fingertips. I could clearly see the wetness on them as she had lifted them from her pussy. She stared at me while she did this with an expression I can only describe as “I just got my brains fucked out.”

She put her hand back down to her pussy and spread her legs even wider. The whole thing was taking on a “fuck you” feel, like she didn’t care about me at all and she wanted me to know it.

We had played some kinky games in our time together, but we didn’t have quite the same tastes (one of the many things that drove us apart.) We both liked to be dominated but neither of us liked to take charge unless we were fighting. Then we both wanted to be in charge.

I couldn’t help but remember as I stared the one time she’d gotten in the mood to take control of the night. I think we’d been fighting on the phone, she’d been a little drunk and I’d come over. She’d had the same steely look then as she did sitting on the couch with Troy’s cum oozing over her fingers.

She began to run little circles around her clit, masturbating right in front of me. My brain still couldn’t catch up. She stopped staring at me to look at the camera. She spread her legs even farther and more cum dripped out. She was getting it all on video.

“You like this?” she said, her voice low and a bit slurred.

I realized I’d been transfixed by the little display on the camera and turned back to her to say, “What?”

She was staring at my crotch and I looked down and adjusted the bulge in my slacks.

“Do you want to watch?” she asked.

“Um…” was all I managed to say. I just couldn’t handle it all at once.

“Get closer,” she said, her voice taking on the demanding tone she used when we fought.

I don’t know why but I knelt right there on the floor so I could get a better view.

She pulled her fingers to her mouth again and sucked them clean, then slid them back down to her pussy.

“You miss this?” she asked.

Again all I could get out was a dopey “What?”

“My pussy.”

I just stared as she pushed a finger inside herself. I’d almost never seen her do that. She didn’t do that when she masturbated, didn’t like my fingers in her when she and I used to play together. It made squishy sounds and I couldn’t help but notice the big wet spot on the couch.

She bumped me with her knee, pushing me out of the way of the video camera. I didn’t even realize I’d leaned in further, blocking the shot.

She pushed a second finger in and slid her other hand down to play with her clit. I must’ve leaned in again because she bumped me with her knee, pushing me back out of the way of the camera.

“Why don’t you get in here?” she said, pointing between her legs.

“Huh?” I said, not sure what she meant, but inching forward.

She moved so that I could kneel between her legs. Then she put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. My head was close to her pussy but my back wasn’t in the way of the camera any more. I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to make sure. When I turned back she had her fingers working over her clit again. I could smell the sperm and her wet pussy.

“Do you miss my pussy?” she asked again.

I was getting really turned on by the whole scene. I was really getting into it and I knew how much she liked dirty talk. She’d always had to egg me on to do it, but when I finally would she’d practically hit the ceiling when she came.

“Yeah… I… I miss your pussy,” I finally said.

She sort of eased back just a bit, letting me know she wanted more.

“I jerked off the other day thinking about your tight pussy.”

(True.)

She sighed and worked her fingers over her clit just a little faster.

“You miss sucking on my clit?” she asked.

“Yeah. I thought about your clit in my mouth. Running my tongue over it. Sucking it.”

”Suck it,” she said, moving her hand aside.

“What?” I said.

“Suck my clit,” she said, getting that commanding tone in her voice.

I told myself later it was the alcohol and the month or so it had been since we’d had sex (or at least since I’D had sex) but of course I know now I probably just wanted to do it.

I leaned in and put my lips on her pussy.

Maybe if she hadn’t let out an “Oh!” like she really liked it I might have gotten disgusted and pulled away, stormed out the door and never talked to her again. Maybe.

Instead I sucked her lips and clit into my mouth like I knew she liked. Then I started twirling my tongue over her clit while sucking at the same time. She shivered and shook and moaned. 

I couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze my cock while I sucked on her. I already had a wet spot seeping through my slacks.

“That’s it. Suck my pussy,” she said. She almost never talked dirty herself. It egged me on.

“Yeah. Suck it.”

I looked up. She was staring at me with a look I don’t think I’d ever seen before. I’m not sure I can describe it. She looked like a horny, drunk, angry whore. It was like a face out of a porn flick.

It probably should’ve sent me packing but it only turned me on more. I haven’t often felt nasty in that particular way, but I sure as hell did then!

“Oh, that is sooo sexy,” she moaned. 

“Yeah… Clean my pussy out.”

OK, that one kind of disturbed me. Yeah, I knew what I was doing. But I’d been in denial while I was doing it. I started to pull away when she put her hands in my hair and held me in place. Again things were so strange and… well, just nasty that I couldn’t help but respond.

I sucked her off right there on the couch.

She came hard, bucking up against me. I looked up and watched her stomach muscles tense. I continued my gaze up to her face and was shocked yet again to find her staring over my shoulder, watching us on the camera.

I kept glued to her clit until she pulled my head away. She collapsed back onto the couch and looked utterly spent. Her pussy still oozed a little. I tried not to think about what it was oozing while I undid my pants.

I kicked my shoes off and got my pants down when she stopped me, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I said, trying to turn the tables on her and take the dominant role.

She let me finish undressing before she said, “No you’re not.”

“Yes I am,” I said, still trying to seem forceful and in control.

“I’m done. Get your shit and leave,” she said, rolling aside and standing up to walk away.

I reached for her but she slapped my hand away, “I’m serious. Leave.”

“What?” I said, still reaching for her.

“I’ll call the fucking cops, get the hell out of my apartment.”

“Kathy!?!” I said, with probably the same “What the hell?!?” look on my face I’d had almost since I’d walked in the door.

But I just stood there, looking dumb.

She headed into her bedroom.

I shook my head and reached for my socks and pants. I had them on and was reaching for my shoes when she came out of the bedroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, a bag in her hand I recognized as mine.

“Here’s your stuff.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was pissed but felt like a fool. I decided to keep my mouth shut and get the hell out of there.

She plopped down on the couch next to me as if it was just another day. But I caught her staring at the bulging wet spot on my slacks.

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. I think we were both waiting for the other one to make a move, say something.

She went first.

“Want to watch the video?”

“What?”

“The video. Want to see what you missed?”

“What, you and Troy?” I said, not feeling too happy about the prospect.

“You can jerk off while you do it,” she said, not even waiting for my answer before getting off the couch and picking up the camera. She plugged the cables into the front of her VCR and turned on the TV.

I was stunned, yet again. On one hand I actually did want to see it. On the other hand I didn’t like the way she was treating me. I think I was subconsciously stalling on making a decision so I would end up seeing the video anyway.

It only took a few seconds for her to click the right buttons and the video came to life.

TV:

She was on the couch naked. The camera moved and I heard Troy’s voice, “Like this?”

“Does it say it’s recording?” Kathy asked.

“Yeah.”

The camera moved closer and lower. Troy had sat it down on the coffee table. It bumped around a lot – he must’ve been moving the viewfinder around so that they could see. His head poked into the frame, looking at the camera. I couldn’t help but feel like he was looking at me.

Meanwhile:

Kathy sat down on the couch next to me as if it was just another evening in front of the TV. She idly played with her hair.

TV:

Troy stepped over closer to the couch. He was still dressed. 

Meanwhile:

Somehow seeing him in the same clothes I’d seen him wearing in the parking lot on my way in brought back the fact that this had only happened minutes before. I couldn’t psych myself into thinking it was just porn or that it had happened long ago. It was practically live.

TV:

Troy stood with his side toward the camera next to Kathy. She slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. I knew what was coming next.

She undid his belt, then the button on his slacks. She unzipped him and let his pants fall.

He was wearing boxers, something else I knew Kathy liked. (I was never a fan of them myself.) She slid a hand up one leg of the boxers and probably caressed his balls. He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. She pulled open the flap on the boxers with her other hand and reached in to pull his cock out.

Meanwhile:

She had told me a little about Troy when we were dating. She liked his green eyes, dark skin, and big cock. There wasn’t much else she talked about. I was under the impression they never went on an actual date. They just hooked up whenever they felt like it.

TV:

The few things she had said about his cock were true. He was bigger than average, bigger than me. Maybe seven inches and not fully hard yet. She took his head in her mouth, still fondling his balls with the other hand up the leg of his underwear. He moaned, “Yeah, baby.”

She sucked him in. Or as much as she could. She began bobbing back and forth immediately. No slow build up like I was used to. She was sucking like a porn star. He got stiff and pretty soon I couldn’t help but be impressed. Maybe nine inches long, thick, lots of veins bulging.

Meanwhile:

“Well?” Kathy said, distracting me.

“Huh?” I said, pulling my eyes away from the TV.

She glanced down at my crotch like, “Are you gonna…?”

I made up my mind I was gonna. I undid my pants and pulled my cock out.

TV:

On the TV, Kathy worked on Troy’s cock, sucking non-stop. I hadn’t seen her obviously enjoying any sex act that much in a long time.

Meanwhile:

I was stroking my cock steadily. I couldn’t help but stare, glued to the TV.

TV:

Kathy let his cock pop out of her mouth. She grabbed the boxers and pulled them down, working them off his cock.

Meanwhile:

I felt kind of silly with my shirt and pants on myself. I glanced over at Kathy and she was just sitting there watching TV like it was just another night. I took off my shirt and slid out of my pants and underwear.

TV:

Kathy looked at the camera and took Troy’s cock back into her mouth. She licked around the head of the big cock in her hand, giving the camera a little show. Then she went back to sucking on him in earnest, looking up at Troy.

Meanwhile:

I was already about to come myself. I wanted to stop, make it last, but I was so turned on. I muttered, “Goddamn…” and shook my head. It was really fucking sexy and I couldn’t believe it was Kathy. She hadn’t acted that way with me in almost two years. I probably would’ve lost it if Kathy hadn’t distracted me.

“Need some help?” she said, but in a really bitchy tone.

But she did ask.

I stopped and sat back on the couch, trying to give her a “Get on it” look.

She scooted over next to me and put her hand on my cock. I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu – we’d sat in front of her TV watching porn and masturbating each other before. Of course, she hadn’t starred in the movies we’d watched…

TV:

Troy looked really big in her mouth. I think he may have gotten even harder by that point. She couldn’t even take half of his shaft into her mouth. She stroked the rest with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Meanwhile:

She reached her other hand over to play with my balls. As I watched the movie I realized she was touching me the same way she was touching Troy. When she stroked on the TV, she stroked my cock. When she tugged his balls, she tugged mine. It felt really strange, but it made me want her mouth on my cock in a bad way.

TV:

Troy was getting close. He started moaning, “Oh yeah. Suck it. Don’t stop. Yeah. Oh, suck it.” Kathy’s eyes were closed in concentration. She was going to suck him off right there.

Meanwhile:

Her hand around my cock was getting looser – her touch lighter and lighter. She wasn’t going to jerk me off, she was just teasing me. I couldn’t help but beg, “Oh, please…”

She whispered in my ear, “You miss this?”

“Oh! Yes. Please…” I whined, reaching for my cock. If she wasn’t going to get me off, I would.

But she let go of my cock and batted my hand away. Just in time for Troy to come.

TV:

“Oh yeah, baby…” he moaned. I could actually see his cock throb in her hand and mouth. She sort of gagged and swallowed and tried to keep it up. But she couldn’t. So she opened her mouth and looked up at him, stroking him while he continued his orgasm. He shot into her open mouth, onto her lips and cheek. I watched it run down her chin. The look of pure pleasure on her face – she looked so incredibly slutty. 

Meanwhile:

I reached for my cock again but she batted my hand away. She held my balls in a firm tug and lightly touched just the head of my cock with the other hand. It was almost enough to get me off combined with the visuals, but not quite. She knew exactly what she was doing. Sshe’d resorted to handjobs more and more often in our waning sex life over the last year.

TV:

She gulped down the mouthful of cum and sucked him in again. He was still moaning and shaking, muttering, “Oh shit….”

She cleaned his cock like a dog licking a bowl clean. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t watched it. Troy watched and just kind of nodded. When she was done he tapped on her shoulder and pointed her to the couch.

He knelt between her legs and glanced back to see if he was on camera. How could I not realize I’d done the same thing in the same place minutes ago? Only minutes after he had been there first?

He turned back and went down on her. She stared at the camera for a moment then closed her eyes and laid her head back. He held her legs wide, lifting them by the backs of her knees. With his dark skin contrasting against her pale, it made for an excellent picture. A picture I still was 100% sure I wanted to watch.

Meanwhile:

Kathy kept up the idle stroking. I was shivering and having to hold myself back from reaching for my cock again. I thought about begging her to suck on me but she and I had been in this position before – me wanting sex, her not interested. Begging never worked. If anything, it only turned her off.

TV:

Troy wasn’t taking his time. His head was working in small circles and I could tell he was being a little too rough. Kathy was jumping and clenching, but he held her steady, gripping her legs. On one hand it looked like she wasn’t enjoying it that much. On the other hand it looked like she liked him being so rough. I don’t know what subtle clues gave it away, but it was obvious – she wanted him to take her that way.

After only a few minutes of that she changed from clenching in discomfort to clenching in pleasure. “Oh yeah…”

Meanwhile:

Usually watching women receive oral sex from a man in a porn film does nothing for me. But this wasn’t just any woman – I had still thought of her as mine, probably up until the moment I saw her take his cock in her mouth. Minutes later there I am watching a woman that’s no longer mine about to come on another man’s face. I could still smell her on my lips. And it was Kathy, for Christ’s sake! I wanted to jerk off so bad.

TV:

In what felt like record time for Kathy, she came. “Oh God yeah!” she moaned over and over. I’d heard that a few times but it had been a while since she’d said it so forcefully. She squirmed, but he held her firm.

She barely finished before he crawled up, still holding her by the back of the knees. I couldn’t see as much as I wanted on the video – bad angle – but I saw plenty. His cock was hard (again? still?) as he aimed it at her pussy.