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The Summer Kitchen

By: CleoRa



After almost fifteen years of marriage, I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. It started around my ninth year of married life and has continued to this day. I am in some ways, like an alcoholic. The first step is to admit you are one, and the next is trying to stay clean. I'm trying to stay clean but it's a struggle. My addiction is Ryan. Yeah, as you might've already guessed, he's not the guy I married. My husband is Joe. He's handsome and a perfect husband and father. I love him deeply. We have two children, ages twelve and fifteen. As you can see from the age of my oldest, I was preggy when we married. 

Joe is six-foot, dark hair, brown eyes, and very handsome. He's a VP and regional manager for one of the large wine companies, steadily making his way up through the ranks to an executive position. As a result, we live well. He is athletic and still youthful, despite working hard to provide for me and his children. That is why my deceit is even more despicable. I'll get to that in a moment. 

We are both cyclist and stay trim, which is why we frequently get envious, and sometimes, lustful looks from both sexes. Narcissistically we enjoy their attention and I admit that every once in a while I spot a guy that makes me drool. Joe has also admitted as much to me about some chick he sees with nice tits. It has provided us a few laughs and often as not, some hot sex sessions between us. Neither of us have a thought of entertaining these impulses, believing them to be natural responses to the opposite sex. I always knew Joe would never cheat on me, and that I'd never cheat on him - mostly. 

I'm a five-six, slim built, blond with a 35 inch bust, and what Joe calls, "an ass to die for." I admit I like to wear jeans or shorts to show it off, and Joe likes it too. From day one, mine and Joe's sex life has always been great. He's a good lover, attentive, inventive and tender. We are not prudes. We sometimes watch porn and in the past have even tried out several sexual devices. 

One night after a party at which a friend described her boyfriend's "huge cock", we measured Joe and discovered his rather thin, slightly curved, uncircumcised cock was just a mark shy of eight inches when hard. We had heard that six was average for most men, so I considered myself lucky in that respect. 

Now, I'll tell you some things that will get me called all sorts of bad names, but I feel compelled to do it. My therapist said that sometimes, baring the soul cleanses the heart. If confession is good for the soul, I hope doing this helps. I started off my attempt to write by relating my entire story into a tape recorder, and then transcribing it into writing which I hope eliminates most typos. I'm doing my best at this so please don't be too critical. 

Cleo said I could be as vague, or as detailed as I wanted, and I chose the latter because maybe in some small way that will help cleanse some of my sins. I plan to put every little detail in here, no matter how bad it makes me look. I know that in the end, in order to reach absolution, finally I must also confess these misdeeds to my husband. So far, I haven't had the courage. 

About five years ago we had a summer kitchen installed behind the pool house in our spacious back yard. We live on the outskirts of a large city and obtaining the building permit had been a hassle, but eventually the crew showed up and work began. The owner of the construction company was a man named Ryan. Since Joe was gone most of the time it fell on my shoulders to handle all the details. 

When I opened the front door that first day I stood looking up at the most gorgeous hunk of manhood I'd ever laid eyes on. This guy was about six-three, wide shoulders, slim hips, nice arms in his sleeveless t-shirt, rugged tanned features and sensuous lips. His expressive gray eyes captivated me instantly. He had about a two-day growth of dark stubble but that just made this guy look better. No kidding, he was the total package. His voice was deep and soothing as he introduced himself, making me shiver. I stammered something back like a stupid little school girl. 

As he took his crew into the back and started work, I stood in my living room watching his gorgeous ass walk away, quietly whispering a soft, "Ah shit . . . wow . . . wow." I mean the guy simply radiated sex! Feeling like a pervert, I finally got a grip and laughed at myself for such an overblown reaction to a strange man. Over the years I'd been attracted to other men but none had ever made me lose my breath before - or my moral compass. 

Each day as things ended, Ryan came and knocked on my back door to update me on their progress. I felt the same electrical charge each time he did, which always left me feeling helpless . . . a little out of control. The fourth day fell on a Saturday and I noticed Ryan let his crew go earlier in the afternoon. 

I stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window at the growing structure that would soon be our summer kitchen, pleased at how well it was turning out. Ryan suddenly appeared, walking from behind one of the new walls, stepping to a small tree and pulling down the front of his sweatpants. He reached inside. I couldn't believe he was going to take a piss right in my back yard!

Before I could move a muscle, he flopped out a cock that made me gasp - balls the size of grapefruits! The thing looked like a slab of meat! I'd once heard a girlfriend refer to some guy as having "five pounds of cock and balls." This is what she must've meant! My husband's penis has a foreskin, but this one was just a big bulbous mushroom resting on a ridged stem that was much longer, easily twice as thick, as Joe's. 

My hand covering my mouth, shocked wordless, I simply stared as he stood with hands on his hips and emptied his bladder into the bush with an expression of total rapture. It was almost the look Joe got each time he was about to climax, when we made love. Ryan pissed for a long time, kind of like the bull I'd once seen as a child when I'd visited the county fair with my dad. Afterward, he just stood with his head laid back, eyes closed, squeezing and shaking it a bit, enjoying the moment. 

As for me, I was shaken. My heart was pounding inside my chest, mouth dry as cotton, and my legs trembling so hard I thought they might collapse. Not understanding my sudden reaction, I froze in front of the kitchen window. My feet suddenly encased in concrete, I simply couldn't move away. As my eyes slowly traveled from his meaty cock to his handsome face, I cried out in alarm as our eyes suddenly locked. 

He was staring straight back at me! My heart literally jumped into my mouth as I backed away from the window, unnerved, completely rattled and unsure about what to do. Hidden from his view, I attempted to regain control, quiet my racing heart and shaking hands. In my mind's eye, I could still see his hand gripping that monster cock . . . squeezing it . . . shaking it . . . 

I suddenly shuddered violently, realizing my panties were sticking to my crouch. God, it was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. If Joe's penis was eight inches, Ryan's must be at least eleven or twelve, and thick as my wrist! I found myself licking my dry licks thinking about it, feeling my vagina gush even more juice. What the hell would something like that taste like? Or feel like sliding inside a woman? I shivered again, touching my vagina through the fabric of my shorts as thrills shot through me. 

Disgusted and mildly amused with myself, I went into the bedroom and changed panties, also slipping into some clean shorts. I was determined to block any farther images of that cock from my mind. It did little good. I couldn't think about anything else. I decided that as soon as Ryan left, I'd find one of the toys we hadn't used in ages and do what needed to be done. I felt somewhat ashamed, but also I'd never felt so stimulated! Then I heard knocking at the back door. 

Oh, please, I prayed, don't let that be Ryan. I peeked out. It was. I tried to steady my nerves, opening the door a crack. He flashed a devastating grin and said, "I let the boys knock off early, Ma'am. We're ahead of schedule so we won't lose any time. Can I do anything else for you before I leave?"

I knew he'd seen me watching him earlier and tried to push it from my mind, gripping the inside doorknob for support. His words were entirely innocent, but the hot look in those gray eyes said differently. I felt as if they were staring right through me, seeing what I was feeling inside. I struggled with a conscious effort not to glance down at his crouch. My knees almost melting, I steadied my voice and said, "No that will be all for today, Ryan. And please call me Kay." My damned panties felt damp again!

"Okay . . . Kay. I'll see you on Monday then." 

I watched him walk away - staring at his hard ass and remembering vividly what I'd seen earlier. I couldn't stop doing it! 

I recall that I was extra attentive to Joe that weekend, guiltily bringing him snacks as he watched the games, a beer every so often, and even initiating sex play upon retiring for the night. To be truthful, I was also burning up as I slid down his body and took his penis inside my watering mouth. All I could see was Ryan holding his fat cock, pissing into my shrubbery. For some reason I felt extremely guilty, although I didn't exactly know why. I hadn't actually done anything - except in my mind. As soon as Joe entered me though, I literally screamed out my release. I came twice before he did. Drifting uneasily off to sleep I still wasn't completely satisfied, a big uncircumcised cock probing my mind. 

I was drinking coffee on Monday morning when I heard the crew arriving. Looking outside I saw Ryan taking charge, giving orders - giving me goose bumps. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself and stared outside for a long time. I asked myself why I was so obsessed with this man. I'd met other handsome men, some more so than Ryan, but it was like he was a magnet to me. Sleek, animalistic in his movements, I could watch him all day. Reluctantly I dressed and went to the mall for a few things I'd been putting off. I returned around 5:00 PM just in time to see the crew drive off. I unloaded the car and went inside, to hear knocking coming from the rear door. I opened it and saw Ryan standing there. 

"Sorry to bother you again, Kay, but I'll need another draw today, to pay the boys and buy materials tomorrow before I come over. You'll need to sign the forms for that." He grinned and I felt his eyes burning right through my clothing. Those eyes! 

Suppressing a shiver, I nodded reluctantly. "Ok . . .okay . . ." I stammered, opening the door wider. 

"Um . . . I'm sorry but I don't have a pen," he said.

"I'll get one," I hurriedly tossed over my shoulder as I scurried away, eager to be out of sight. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I left. I retrieved a pen from my purse, remaining for a minute or two in the living room to steady my nerves. I stared at my hands until they stopped shaking, and took several deep breaths. Then smiling brightly I went back into the kitchen, surprised to find him sitting at the table, papers spread out. 

He was sitting with his legs spread, pushed back a bit from the table. Still grinning, he pointed to a place on the form for me to sign. I leaned over and scribbled my name, unwittingly glancing at his crouch. His cock was plainly outlined against the soft fabric of the sweat suit, lying along his thigh like a giant snake, its prominent crown clearly visible. I did a stupid thing. I froze in that position, staring right at it. 

"Like what you see?" he said softly.

That brought me abruptly back to the present. "I . . . uh . . . no, no . . ."

Ryan abruptly stood, pushing the front of his sweat pants down in the same manner as before, tucking it underneath, letting his cock and balls fall out. 

"What are you . . . doing . . .?" I gasped. 

"Come on, Kay. I saw you staring at my cock when I took a piss earlier. Your eyes were bugging out. Admit it."

"No! I wasn't. Please . . . please . . ." my voice trailing off into a whisper. 

He laughed harshly, stepping forward and grasping my hand. Staring into my eyes he forced my palm onto his half-hardened cock, holding it there. I could feel the hardness under his soft skin, the ridges and veins, blood coursing through it, causing it to stiffen under my fingers. My heart was pounding a mile a minute inside my chest, and I suddenly couldn't breathe. 

". . . please . . ." I whispered again. 

His answer was to force my fingers around his cock, working my hand up and down, watching me as though waiting for something to happen. I felt his hand on my shoulder, not forcing me but still very heavy. I slid downward, our eyes still locked, mine pleading helplessly. 

"Please don't make me do this, Ryan" I whispered. 

His cock was about a foot from my face, the large crown almost purple, appearing as if it were about to explode. Thick veins covered his shaft as it throbbed in front of me as though alive. One clear drop of fluid had formed at its tip, threatening to drop to the floor. Ryan captured it on his forefinger and brought it to my mouth. I think I groaned, either aloud or maybe inside my own mind, as I closed my eyes and licked it off his finger. 

It tasted like ambrosia, sending a thrill throughout my entire body. I opened my eyes to slits and saw another clear drop forming on the tiny hole in the tip of his crown, which was now only a few inches from my mouth. I leaned forward - and licked it off too - shuddering, violently, clamping my thighs together fiercely. 

He'd removed his hand from mine but I still clutched the base of his meaty cock, staring into his eyes as I slid my lips over the soft spongy crown. I nearly swooned. Clamping my lips behind the flared head, locking him in place, I licked and sucked it for a while, thrilled to feel it throbbing inside my hungry mouth. I heard him gasp, and then a few satisfied grunts as I made love to the biggest thing I'd ever had inside my mouth. 

More pre-cum coated my tongue, sending chills through me, the scent of his manhood nearly overpowering my other senses. I was lost in a world all my own, just me and this wonderful-tasting cock. Gone; was my happy marriage, my home, and everything else I held dear. I was just another cock-hungry slut, on her knees satisfying her man. 

Wanting more, I forced my mouth down harder on it, feeling the large head hit the back of my throat, gagging me. I knew to breathe through my nose. I'd taken Joe in deep, but he was much thinner. This thing was something entirely different. Holding his cock at the base, tears running down my cheeks, I relentlessly stuffed his thick cock past the opening of my throat, gagging and slobbering, struggling to breathe. Once it entered the opening of my throat it easily slid all the way to the gullet without obstruction. 

His wiry groin hairs tickling my nose, I held it there for as long as I could, until I started seeing spots before my eyes. Then I slowly backed off, sliding my tongue along the thick vein on the bottom, all the way back to the spongy crown, letting it slip out with a slight pop. Holding his cock out of the way I licked back downward, then all over and around his meaty cock, savoring the sensation of my tongue and lips gliding over the thick veins and ridges I'd seen earlier. 

I ended up at his balls. I took each into my mouth one at a time, making love to them, gently sucking, nibbling and slobbering all over them like they were candy. I buried my face in them, inhaling his manly scent. I was detached from my body, drifting in space, savoring my debasement. 

Ryan was standing up on his toes, stiff-legged, grunting freely, groaning softly each time I did something he liked. I felt proud that I was able to do that to him. I licked up his throbbing cock, back to the head, closing my lips over it and taking about half of the thick meat into my throat. Holding it there with one hand squeezing its hairy base, my other hand found his nuts, scratching and massaging them as I sucked his cock gently, my tongue sliding along the vein on the bottom. I made love to that thick, meaty thing. There's no other way to put it. I was depraved. 

Inexplicably, I suddenly felt as if I were about to climax. Maybe it was because I was rubbing my thighs together or maybe just because I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life, but my orgasm was just below the surface, on the verge of exploding from my vagina. I was so wet I had soaked both my panties and the thin shorts. My juice had completely soaked them, seeped through and was running down my thighs. Slobbers dribbled down my chin, dripping onto the floor, my knees sliding around on the wet tile created from all this fluid. 

His pre-cum was also flowing freely at that point, thickly coating my tongue - tasting so sweet on it. I felt his hands gripping my hair, sometimes pulling hard, sometimes gently massaging my scalp. A long slimy strand of slobber ran down my chin, dripping onto my breasts, coating his cock and balls, and lubricating my hands. I heard someone whimpering pitifully like a small hurt animal, realizing it was me. I think I was moaning too - maybe just inside my head. 

"You got a sweet mouth, girl. Sweet . . ." he groaned.

For some reason, that thrilled me and I sucked harder, taking it all the way back down my throat. The hand that had been holding his balls was now clutching his ass cheek, digging nails into flesh as I pulled him closer, deep-throating him hungrily, making loud slurping sounds in the quiet room. I should've felt embarrassed by the noise I was making, but I didn't. I felt totally nasty. I slid my tongue along the bottom vein again as I slowly pulled my mouth off with a small popping sound. 

Nearly out of my mind with lust I felt his cock-head expand inside my mouth, spurting a little fluid. I took more of it and then a torrent of thick cum suddenly coated the roof of my mouth, tongue and teeth, sliding like slime down my throat to pool deep inside my soft tummy. It was followed by another even larger glob, thick and cloying, strangling me as I fought against his clutching hands. He held me helpless, my face pressed against his groin, pouring cum into my mouth from his balls, forcing me to swallow it frantically in order to get all of it down. Some shot out from around the tight seal at corners of my mouth, dropping onto my tits, running down my belly. It was so nasty - so wonderful I didn't even care - sucking his semen down, wanting even more as he pulled my hair, yelling his violent release. 

That's when I came. I just exploded, lights flashing inside my head, my body convulsing with pleasure, juices flooding my thighs and the floor beneath me. It went on a long time, and when we were both through I still knelt there, simply holding his deflating cock inside my mouth, feeling it slide along my tongue as he withdrew. I couldn't move a muscle. I felt like a kitten with a belly full of warm cream. My body covered with cum, pussy juice and slobbers, I dropped my head in exhaustion, trying not to think about what I had just done. 

I felt his hands under my arms, lifting me as though I weighed next to nothing, sitting me on the table. My eyes clinched tightly I felt him unbuttoning my blouse, slipping it off my shoulder. Next, came the bra. He pressed a hand against my breasts and I laid backward, the wooden tabletop cool against my back. He hadn't spoken a word since cumming, and I couldn't look at him. His fingers unbuttoned my shorts, unzipping them, pulling them off. He slipped my panties down my legs, cool air suddenly invading my damp crouch. I arched my back and cried out as his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking, gently biting it, making me gust between the legs. He went to the other nipple and did the same thing, and by then I was humping against him, hearing myself muttering over.


The Summer Kitchen Ch. 02



From the files of Cleo: 2014392

Note: All of my postings are based upon truth, either collected verbatim from others, or as a continuum of facts gathered previously from several sources due to counseling sessions and personal advice. None of the names are real and many times I have interjected events based upon my own experiences that I have either lived or personally fanaticized about; or, in some instances I have combined stories of more than one client for the purpose of interjecting reader interest. 

I accept the stories presented to me as being factual and write them as offered, although I know in many cases they are embellished, or sometimes actually untruthful: i.e., (1) people may lie in order to present themselves in a better light; (2) people may interject their own fantasies in order to make their experiences more interesting. I try not to judge their motives, and present the stories as I am told by them. We all have secret desires, fetishes and fantasies, and the behavior I describe is practiced daily by thousands of people. 

To many people, this behavior is not considered deviant, but the norm. Bear in mind, what is normal for one person may not be, for another. I try not to judge, recognizing that I have my own secrets and fantasies. I have seen much worse deviant behavior than described here, but this is not the forum in which to write of it. I like comments of a constructive nature. Personal attacks usually mean that I have hit a peculiar nerve of someone. 

Thank you. 

Cleo 



   THE SUMMER KITCHEN Chapter 2

I love two men. One of them good, caring, and faithful: my husband, Joe. The other is one of those "Bad Boy" types most of us probably knew in high school - the ones with leather jackets who rode loud, black bikes and got envious stares. They were always on the fringe, breaking rules, flaunting their freedom to do whatever they wanted, and to hell with everyone else. Almost always they were painfully beautiful, too. That's the other man in my life – my lover – my guilty indulgence – Ryan.

My husband Joe is steady, makes a good living for me and the girls and is always there for me. He doesn't deserve any of this. That's what makes my deceit so abhorrent. I'm disgusted with myself but I'm so hooked on Ryan that I can't quit him. Off-and-on, we have been involved in our affair for several years. A couple months ago he came back into my life after a year of absence. 

I hated myself afterward, but of course I went back and gave myself to him as soon as he called. As I said, I'm hooked. He's my drug, my alcohol, my very breath. I know someday I'll lose everything I have because of my need for Ryan. It's as if that is already preordained. If I lose Joe it'll rip my guts out. If I lose Ryan, I'll die. Pretty grim tale, huh? 

After being gone for a year with no word, Ryan called. He'd been in my dreams nightly so it was almost as if he'd never left, anyway. We got together again but he'd seemed different – somehow changed. Always the devil-may-care type with little regard for anybody else's feelings, since his return he was even more self-centered and demanding than before. Early in our relationship he'd told me he "owned me," although he was never mean or overly cruel to me. 

Since coming back this time, it's as if he wants to prove his ownership by making me do deviant stuff to please him. Most of it would've been too degrading and unthinkable before meeting him, but it's something I'm now willing to do them in order to keep him.  For example, the anal sex he's now introduced into our lovemaking. I find it degrading and humiliating to say the least, and very painful. But I do love him and he enjoys it so much that I'll do it, or anything else he wants. 

Since returning a while back, Ryan has been fucking me almost daily, until my legs are wobbly. My sex life with Joe during the same period was almost non-existent. I tried making it up to Joe and the girls by being more attentive and caring in all I did, but I know that's just the guilt coming out. I know, I know.  I saw all the venomous comments after my first post, calling me all those names. Whore, slut, the "C" word. Yes I am all that and more, and anything you call me, I deserve. 

In some regard, that's why I'm writing this now. I've been self-chastising myself for a long time and it hasn't worked, so I guess I'm seeking a little punishment for repentance, from other's scathing remarks. As I said, I deserve it for all the pain I've inflicted upon my family. With that said, I'd probably do it again to be with Ryan. I know I wouldn't be able to help myself. That's how strong Ryan's hold is on me. 

Joe couldn't help but notice the change in me, and it all finally came to a head a few weeks ago. As I walked past him in the hallway, he took my arm and simply stared at me. I knew right then that I was busted.

"Time to talk," was all he said as he went into the living room. Eyes downcast, I followed. I couldn't even look at him, as I told him everything. By the time I was finished, tears covered both our faces. 

"Do you love this guy?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the depth of his pain.  

I felt more sobs fighting to escape from inside my chest, fighting it. I waited for almost a full minute before I could answer, and then I nodded. "I guess," I said in a tiny voice. "I don't know. It's like he's a drug that controls me, something I need in order to survive."

"I see." After a moment of just staring at me, he quietly said, "When did you stop loving me, Kay?"

I jerked my head up, staring him in the eyes so he could see the truth. "I never stopped loving you! I still love you! If I could stop this thing with Ryan, I'd be the happiest person in the world!" The sobs I'd been fighting came then, wracking my body as I hugged my knees. "I wish I was dead." 

We talked for almost an hour, and finally had said all that could be said about it. I whispered in dread, "When do you want me to leave?"

"I don't know, Kay. We have the girls to think about. This story disgusts me. You disgust me." 

His words gutted me, causing the sobs to increase in volume. My stomach ached badly but I could see Joe was hurting just as much, and it was my fault! I vaguely wondered how a person went about killing themselves. Sleeping pills, that's the way I'd do it. I couldn't live with the disgusted look in Joe's eyes – or his pain. His next words shocked.

"Go to this guy. Really get to know him, Kay. My guess is you'll find he's a piece of shit after a while, and come to your senses. I'll give you a chance to do that for the girl's sake. Take six months. You'll have no contact with us during that time. I'll make up something to tell the girls. If you show up again, it will be because all this is out of your system and you want to be a wife and mother. There won't be a second chance. I don't know if things can ever be the same between us but I'd be willing to try for the family's sake. That's the best I can offer, the only deal you'll get."

We talked for a long time and then Joe went in and moved his things into the guest room. Sleeping alone in the big bed I'd shared with Joe for so many years, I realized what a mess I'd made of our all our lives, and just how much this affair had cost me. I didn't sleep. I think I cried all night. The next morning I called Ryan and told him what had happened. Of course, he was delighted. Despite my apprehension and the pain of having made Joe so unhappy, my panties were damp with anticipation by the time I arrived at Ryan's house with two suitcases. I called myself a whore and a slut, but that doesn't mean I could resist his pull on me.

It was the rainy season and Ryan's work slowed down to a stop since he couldn't build a lot of stuff in such heavy rain. That meant he was usually around all day. The first thing he did was give me a couple of the dress shirts he hardly ever wore, telling me that's what he wanted me to wear around the house. That's ALL I'd wear, he emphasized - no bra or panties. He'd then given me that devilish grin, saying, "I want you always available." 

Since childhood I'd been told I was beautiful, and I could see that Ryan found me stimulating and very desirable. I often played on that to get what I wanted; doing sexy things like bending over in front of him, rubbing my breasts when I knew he was looking, enticing him to make a move. When he didn't respond, I initiated the sex - just dropped down and took his limber penis inside my mouth, holding it there until he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. It was the greatest feeling in the world, him needing me.  

Because he was a type-A personality, or maybe just out of boredom, Ryan wanted sex three or four times a day. I guess we both did, really. A new world had opened up for me, one filled with passion, ultra-intense sensations and exciting deviant behavior – exciting stuff for a woman who was almost a virgin when she married. We were like kids in a candy store. I'd be cooking or watching TV, and suddenly feel his cock poking me from behind, or dangling right in front of my face. Or maybe I'd walk into a room and be whirled around, just bent over a chair and fucked brutally from behind. 

I became so dependent on this, when it didn't happen with some regularity I'd seek him out and initiate it on my own. When my vagina (or anus) got so sore and tender that I couldn't perform, I'd simply slip to my knees and suck his cock for hours. Okay, I loved it all. It was what I lived for. In between, I thought about Joe and the girls a lot, but Ryan always seemed to sense when I did, and suddenly be standing there with his giant cock out, that devil-may-care wolf grin on his face.

After I got past the initial pain of the first few attempts, anal sex became routine for us about once a week. It didn't even hurt as much, anymore. Okay, truthfully? I enjoyed it. I also finally got to do the thing I'd only fantasized about until then - going to sleep with Ryan's limp dick in my mouth after I'd sucked him into oblivion. Sex, sex, sex, that was my life, and I simply loved doing it with Ryan. 

Neither of us seemed to get enough of it. We fucked everywhere; all over the house, in his truck, at the movies, even in the men's room at the park, while listening intently as other men came and went. It was very exciting and as I might have said earlier, during sex I'm extremely vocal. Suppressing my noises in that restroom stall proved very difficult. Ryan had laughed afterward. "I'll bet some of those guys jerked-off out there." 

I don't expect anyone to understand this life style, heck I couldn't understand it! I mean, how could we have sex almost anywhere, day in and day out, every single day and not get bored with it? Ryan had become my whole world and there was no room for anything else in it.  He had me, and he knew it. I did everything in my power to please him. He knew that too. That's probably why he never gave up on the idea of me "taking care" of his crew. 

At first, I thought it was just one of the fantasies he liked to have during sex, but I knew he was serious one day a few weeks into our new arrangement, when he said some of them would be coming over to watch football, and that I was to be "available." Stunned, I sniveled, and then pleaded with him, but he simply dismissed it, saying, "If you can't do what I tell you, do whatever you want to then."

I was a wreck by the time the three guys arrived; Jose, "Biscuit", and Carl. Jose was a stocky Mexican youth with a pencil-line mustache, about twenty-five. Biscuit was an overweight white boy probably nineteen or twenty. He had little pig-like eyes, wet lips and acne. Carl was an elderly black man, tall and slender, with a small gray goatee. He acted like he was pissed-off about everything, all the time. 

That morning I pleaded with Ryan to let me dress properly, but he insisted I wear one of his white shirts as usual. He said I "looked beautiful and sexy" in it. As they arrived with several cases of beer I scampered around putting out enough snacks for a football team. My face flamed as I remembered that they'd all heard my passionate cries one day as Ryan fucked me half to death at my home, when they'd built my summer kitchen. They had all been on his crew back then, too.

At first, Jose and Biscuit seemed embarrassed by meeting me face-to-face, but Carl just smirked nastily at me as I moved around the room. I got the feeling he thought I was just another white slut, and I felt he was ripping the shirt right off me with his eyes, fucking me in his demented mind. All day I constantly fought against tears, putting on a bright face each time I carried something else out to serve them. I wondered why they called the fat kid "Biscuit," but I would soon learn. I glanced up to find Carl looking down the front of my shirt as I bent over to place chips on the coffee table. My face flamed as he chuckled nastily. 

Ryan didn't help matters. It seemed he couldn't keep his hands off me. Whether it was just to humiliate me, or to show the others I was his possession, I don't know. Ryan broke out a plastic bag filled with "weed" and passed around a bong, and some papers in case anyone wanted to roll their own. I'd never smoked dope, and although I resisted, Ryan insisted that it would do no more than a couple glasses of wine would. I finally gave in and it hit me like a ton of bricks, maybe because it was my first time using it. I was pretty loopy after that and took a hit right along with everyone else whenever it was passed around. That seemed to help ease my fears a bit.   

As the day wore on, I felt all their eyes constantly on me, following my every move. One could almost smell the sexual tension in the room and to tell the truth, after all the pot I'd smoked, it was affecting me too. Maybe out of embarrassment for me, Jose and Biscuit attempted to hide their excitement, but Carl flaunted his, laying back on the couch with his legs spread, his erection making a tent in the front of his baggy pants. 

I staggered into the kitchen for ice, placed both hands on the counter, bowed my head and closed my eyes, wishing this day over. Ryan had promised me when we started our affair that he didn't want to share me with other men. He'd even been jealous of Joe! But I had to admit that, "that" Ryan had been different than, "this" Ryan. He'd changed . . . become more demanding . . . somehow harsher . . . like Carl. I suddenly saw Carl's long body sprawled across our couch - his large tent in front flashing through my mind. Vaguely I wondered if he was as big down there as Ryan. A shiver ran through me at the thought, for I knew this old man could be mean.  

As I passed Ryan, he pulled me down on his lap, kissing my neck. His eyes were a little glassy from all the hits he'd taken on the bong, and I wondered if mine were too. I could feel his penis against my ass through his soft sweat pants because, as usual, I was naked under the dress shirt. I felt him stiffen a little as I looked pointedly into his eyes, silently pleading with him not to do this. His only answer was to flex his cock against my bare ass, grinning goofily. I felt his hand on my thigh and glanced up self-consciously to find the others staring at us, their eyes hot, radiating their hunger. I shivered with dread and with something akin to fear. 

Frozen in place I was like a statue as I felt Ryan's hand slide up my bare thigh, coming to rest on my hip. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I saw Biscuit nervously licking his dry lips, Jose squirming uncomfortably in the overstuffed chair, Carl, with one hand now resting on his stiff "tent."  The football game seemed all but forgotten. 

My heart felt like it would pop right out of my chest at any moment, my breathing racing like a runaway locomotive. I felt a little woozy – out of control. If anything, my obvious uneasiness made the men in the room even more excited. Ryan stared at the game on TV as though it was the only thing he was interested in, but his hand slipped over my thigh to cup my shaved vagina. I let out an audible gasp that only seemed to increase the men's intense scrutiny. 

Although my long shirt fell well below my knees, I tried pulling the tail down farther, but they could still plainly see that his hand was under it, and probably knew what he was doing. I glared at Ryan, shook my head slightly and mouthed the words, "please don't." Smiling, unrelenting, he slowly forced a finger inside my dry pussy. I fought back a small groan, hating him. Pain – embarrassment – or simply pleasure? Maybe all three, but I was truly terrified. I felt Ryan's wet mouth next to my ear. 

"Do you love me, or not?"

I didn't want to answer, but I finally nodded with some hesitation. The pot had me confused, unable to form words properly. 

"Then don't embarrass me in front of my friends," he whispered again. 

I fought back tears and tried to sit still as he inserted another finger. I'd grown a little wetter by then, so it didn't hurt as much. After a few minutes I caught a whiff of my own sex, wondering if the others could smell it. Maybe they could, because I saw Carl now had a strong grip on his cock through his pants, Biscuit also had one hand resting on his crotch, and Jose was holding a throw-pillow in front of himself. All of them were staring at the place my crotch would be if they could see it, none of them blinking. 

Then, as if my will had suddenly fled me, I felt my shoulders slump forward as if I'd finally accepted my role in what was about to happen. I simply gave up – giving in to Ryan's demands. The drugs made my decision easier and I knew it would make him happy. That is what I lived for. I also knew it was a precarious fork in the road of our relationship, one that couldn't be retaken. I wondered if he knew that, if he even cared. 

Someone scored a touchdown on TV but nobody seemed interested. In fact, for the next fifteen minutes as Ryan repeatedly worked his fingers in and out of my pussy about an inch at a time, agonizingly slow, nobody even looked at the TV. I could feel his thick cock pressing against the crack of my ass, hard and hungry, making me squirm. I suddenly wanted him to take me into our bedroom and make love to me, but I knew that's not what he had in mind. Aware of the intense looks we were already receiving, I fought down the urge to fidget against his hardness. 

His manipulations had made me incredibly wet, providing no friction as his thick fingers slowly see-sawed in and out of my wet vagina. I suddenly realized he was attempting to insert a third finger, involuntarily lifting my hips to help him. When I felt it stretching my elastic opening and sliding inside to join the other two, I groaned softly, pulling my knees back against my chest and placing my bare feet on the chair cushion beside his thighs. 

Open and vulnerable to his assault now, I let myself fall backward against his hard body, leaning my head on his shoulder. My eyes mere slits as I stared unseeing at the ceiling, my senses so attuned to the sounds in the room that I could hear each man breathing, the small squishing noises as Ryan worked his fingers in and out of me. I was breathing in small, short breaths through an open mouth, constantly licking impossibly dry lips. All my sensations were centered on the nerve-endings in that spot between my legs. I was quickly losing it.

I realized cool air had somehow enveloped my lower extremities, and figured out that my long shirt now hid nothing from the waist down. Ryan's fingers were making louder squishy noises as he increased his speed, and all the others were still watching us. My vagina lips felt bloated and sensitive, the pressure building inside my belly was a bomb ready to explode. I heard someone whimpering – finally realizing it was me making the sounds. 




The Summer Kitchen Ch. 02



I became aware that both my hands were covering Ryan's wet hand, helping him degrade me in front of the others, forcing his fingers deeper, grinding my pussy lips against them. From a distance I heard some man exclaim hoarsely, "Holy shit!" 

Ryan's thumb found my clit and a kaleidoscope of colors exploded inside my head. I arched my back, crying out sharply, shuddering and sobbing with need as I clutched his wonderful hand with both of mine, riding it. I shuddered and shook violently as the wave carried me someplace far away where I was the only one in my world. It lasted a long time and as soon as it subsided, another one started building. 

"That's so fucking hot!" one of them said.

It was Biscuit who said that. He was kneeling between my legs, his fat little eyes staring right at my cunt! Ryan forced our hands away from my crotch, penning them at my sides, still holding my knees against my chest. Everyone in the room was staring straight into my open pussy! Jose remained in the same chair, trying to stroke a fat but limp penis into life. His red face told me how embarrassed he was about it. That wasn't Carl's problem though. With his pants now down around his ankles, his uncircumcised ebony cock looked like a fencepost sticking straight up, almost as long and thick as Ryan's. His foreskin only covered half the fat spongy crown and clear fluid ran freely from it down the entire length. He locked his eyes on mine and I felt a chill as I read hunger, and deep anger in them.  

Ryan was slurring his words as he said, "Now baby you're going to see why we call him 'Biscuit.' He claims to be the best biscuit muncher in the state. Go ahead, Bisk. Let's see what you've got."

When Ryan performs oral on me, I have some of the most mind-blowing orgasms in the world. Biscuit completely took it to another level! His mouth felt a yard wide, his tongue a foot long as he seemed to envelope my entire crotch from vagina to asshole – sucking, licking and biting everywhere at once. I was still partially in the throes of my last orgasm so I lasted only a short time, cumming so hard I convulsed against Biscuit's face, clutching his head with my hands, squeezing it between my thighs and screaming with intense pleasure. If he'd eaten me for an hour I'd have cum for the entire time, but Ryan finally said, "Okay Biscuit. That's enough. Save some for the others."

Biscuit stood, his face wet, his cock only a couple feet in front of me. Ryan shoved me off his lap and I found myself sitting on the floor, staring straight at Biscuit's groin. His cock was short, three or four inches long at best, but it was incredibly fat! It looked like a third gonad sticking out of his pubic hair! 

From above me I heard, "Go ahead, baby. Show Biscuit you appreciate what he did for you."

I felt dizzy, the room spinning crazily, and knew it was the result of the strong weed we'd been smoking all day. It was like I was standing off to the side watching me do this nasty stuff, as I opened as wide as possible, leaned forward and swallowed his short cock. There was an initial bitter-like burning on my tongue which I determined was due to poor hygiene. I shuddered with revulsion but it quickly dissipated in my mouth. I found I could take the whole thing in quite easily, my tongue ending up against his soft balls. A

s my wet lips slid down it for the first time, his surprised snort made me think of a little pig. I instantly knew I was doing it right because the kid was making the little noises men always make when girls suck their nasty cocks. Irrationally, I wanted to giggle, but my mouth was full. I licked his soft hairy orbs each time I sucked the fat cock down as if trying to ingest it. 

Biscuit lasted only a minute or two before he shot a stream of watery cum into my mouth, groaning, "Oh, ma'am . . . oh . . . ma'am . . . oh . . . ma'am . . ." 



I thought that was just so cute! I clutched his fat little ass and made him empty completely before letting him pull out of my mouth. Some of his watery sperm dribbled down my chin, mildly disgusting me as I wiped it off with the back of my hand. I vaguely had the thought, "So now you've become an expert on the taste of a man's cum?" If it'd been Ryan I would've licked my fingers clean. But then I loved him and this little toad gave me the willies. Yet, here I was in front of him on my knees trying to please my lover, Ryan. 

Thank god for the strong weed! Biscuit seemed embarrassed now that he'd taken his pleasure in my mouth, weakly stumbling back to the chair he'd been in earlier. As he flopped back down in the chair I saw that his fat little dick had almost withdrawn within his nut-sack, like a turtle's head, now rather pathetic. 

As for me, I felt empty and unfulfilled as I looked up at Ryan in frustration. I started to reach out and grab his cock, which he was playing with, now visible outside his sweats. Ryan had the same dreamy far-off look in his eyes that all of us had since using the pot. He shook his head once and pointed toward the sofa. Carl was staring at me, a nasty smile playing at the corners of his cruel mouth as he gripped his hard cock. A quick glance across the room told me Jose's limber penis had finally begun reacting, too. Whether because of the pot or just the entire situation in which I found myself, my own need had grown until I was practically on fire! 

I hated the haste in which I scurried over to Carl, stopping between his outstretched legs, staring at his rampant cock, my mouth suddenly watering! I had no pride left, no dignity, replaced by a desire to only please. I looked back at Ryan and he smiled, nodding. I scooted closer, smelling Carl's musky odor. His cock was glistening, sticky with pre-cum. He wrapped one hand in my hair and with the other, rubbed the sticky crown of his black cock all around my mouth, painting my lips with his pre-cum. 

"How you like that, white girl?" he said, pulling my hair until it hurt. His eyes were scary, so much anger showing there that it frightened me. Why? I had never done anything to him. Why was he angry with me? He slapped my face with his cock a couple times, staring down at me.

Gushing between my legs, I groaned pitifully as I chased the spongy black crown with my mouth, trying to capture it. He finally let me have it and I almost purred as I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking and lashing it with my tongue. The taste of his pre-cum, combined with the weed I'd ingested, made me soar even higher. 

Vaguely, I thought what the hell was I doing there? Was I just doing this to please Ryan or had I always been a closet whore? How had I sunk so low, so fast? Once, I'd been a respected housewife and mother. I did the laundry, cooked meals and made love to only one man. Now I was a shameless slut crawling around on the floor on her knees, grateful when a stranger finally lets her suck his black cock. 

Thank god for the pot. It quickly blotted out everything else as Carl unloaded a deluge of pre-ejaculation fluid into my mouth and I stopped thinking about it anymore, concentrating on the cock in my hungry mouth. I wanted to take away that angry look from Carl, make him look at me differently, so I decided to do him, the same way I did Ryan. I slid my lips downward, licking and biting all the way to his hairy black sacs. I nibbled the loose skin on them, taking each into my mouth and gently sucking them as I lovingly stroked his cock. 

He kept grunting and catching his breath, so I knew he liked it. I lifted his balls and nibbled the patch of skin right under them, and then ran my tongue up the thick vein beneath his cock. Meeting his eyes as I did this, I saw they were still filled with anger, maybe even hate. When I reached the soft crown of his cock, I sucked gently on it for a few minutes, softly lashing it with my tongue. Then I let it pop out from my mouth and still staring into his angry eyes – lovingly kissed the spongy head, feeling it move and throb against my lips. 

At some point during this, his eyes softened and the hand that had been pulling my hair slowly slid around to gently cup my face. He gazed down at me as I continued kissing his cock, his eyes growing soft and gentle, his hand stroking my face with obvious emotion. 

I smiled up at him sweetly, and then suddenly took his cock in all the way to his balls. My nose resting in his kinky pubic hair I held it there for as long as I could, lolling my tongue over it while applying gentle suction, one hand gripping his balls as an anchor. Without warning he suddenly unloaded a thick stream of cream, with a loud grunt. Lump after lump of his slimy semen slid over my tongue – salty and bitter, running down my working throat – I was loving it. 

It came with such force and in such a large amount that I nearly strangled at first, gulping and swallowing frantically! It was like he hadn't had sex for a long time and had it stored-up. I was able to swallow it all, licking his cock clean. Finally, I kissed the tip again as I stared up into his confused eyes. Massaging my scalp gently, he laid his head back, sighing contentedly. 

Something poked me in the butt and I saw it was Jose kneeling behind me trying to get his now hardened cock inside. What the hell? I was burning up. I lowered my head to the floor, raised my ass and he quickly slipped inside with a soft grunt. Grasping my hips in both hands, he hammered into me like I might try to get away, but I wouldn't have even if I could. 

His dick was about the same size my husband's had been. Before Ryan got to me, that would've been great. As it was, I was just getting ready to explode when he suddenly stiffened and poured hot cum into my womb. I was right on the edge but he went soft too quickly, leaving me hanging, my ass stuck in the air like an open invitation. 

Biscuit quickly replaced Jose as soon as he moved out of the way, and positioning himself behind me started slamming his short, fat cock into me hard enough to jar my small body. His stubby cock and flabby belly banging against my clit worked, and believe it or not, that did it! I came like a banshee, moaning, sobbing and shoving my ass up to that fat little boy as I clawed the carpet with my nails.

"Ah . . . ma'am . . . ah . . . ma'am . . .!" he kept grunting. 

For a fat guy, he had much more stamina than Jose. Either that or he didn't want to disappoint me. Also, he had already cum once so he stayed hard longer waiting for me to get there a second time. When I cried out again, arching my back higher, jerking my ass against him, I finally felt him spurting inside. It felt warm and soothing to my battered cuntal walls. 

He'd cum stronger this time, though it was still clear and watery, which caused it to run from my pussy faster, dripping onto the carpet. Even after he climaxed, he kept working his stubby cock inside me as I rolled around on it and moaned, finally climaxing once more. It was like firecrackers going off in my vagina, one, two, three! When I finally collapsed onto the carpet, Biscuit grinned at the others in triumph. It was like; look at me, guys! I conquered this older bitch with my fat stubby dick! 

"Good lord," Carl said softly. "I never seen a white girl so hot."

After a while I heard Ryan slur, "Come here."

Now that I had my belly full of warm cream I didn't want to move, but I finally crawled to him, looking up with adoration. If I expected praise I didn't get it. He offered his swollen cock, holding it out to me. "Suck this. It hurts."

I did as he instructed, and after a few minutes of just watching us Carl came over and slipped his huge cock inside my well-used pussy. He started fucking me doggy-style, slower and more gently than Biscuit and Jose had. Every so often, Ryan would pull my mouth off his cock and hold the stem of the bong down for me to take another drag. I was absolutely soaring! 

I had no inhibitions left. After a little while of making my pussy feel really good, Carl pulled out, spread the cheeks of my butt apart and slowly worked his lubricated cock deep into my anus. Unable to move, almost lifeless, I couldn't object. I was practically helpless to anything they wanted to do to me. With all the pent-up anger I'd seen in his eyes earlier I would've thought Carl would want to hurt me, rip me apart with his huge member, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Carl was even more gentle that Ryan was when he ass-fucked me. 

After a while I came on my own fingers just as Carl dumped another large load deep inside my bowels. Ryan coated my tongue a few minutes later, but I was so numb I didn't even feel it sliding down my throat. 

By the time Carl and Ryan got through with me I was a basket case, practically comatose. That didn't seem to matter to this gang though. All of them mounted me at least once more, trying everything they'd ever dreamed of – even though, by that time I was limp as a rag and not responding. Ryan carried me into bedroom after they'd all left for home, placing me on the bed, sticky and smelling badly. I very much needed a shower but I immediately blacked out. 

I didn't move until almost noon the following day and when I did, I was so sore I just lay there and cried for a while. Or maybe I cried out of guilt because I'd acted like the lowest whore on the planet. Sure, there had been the pot, but that didn't excuse what I'd become. I loved Ryan but I didn't know if I could do this for him anymore. I just lie there remembering my life with Joe and the girls, how he'd respected me and treated me – and cried most of the day. Maybe I would kill myself. 

The sun had come out unexpectedly Monday morning, and Ryan had apparently left early to work on one of his contracts, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Depressed and alone, I called my new therapist and asked if she would see me. I desperately wanted someone to tell me what to do. I needed help before I went crazy.  Once I'd shared what had happened to me, the first thing she advised was to get checked by medical personnel for STDs. Crap! I had not even considered that! Talk about naivety. 

I completely unloaded on her; spoke about my overpowering guilt, how I'd been introduced to all this depravity, and how much I still loved Ryan. She asked if I loved him enough to continue living this way indefinitely, and I answered that I truly didn't know. I did know though, that I'd do anything to please him – to keep him from leaving me.

We went back into my past, starting at early childhood, and uncovered some things I'd totally forgotten. They were things that may account for my fascination with large penises, and provide some reasons for my inexplicable desire to please someone – and be controlled. She equated it to a form of hypnotism, a compelled fixation for someone, or something. 

I won't bore anyone with those details, but it was enlightening and maybe it will help me cope at some future time. Right at the moment though I knew I wasn't strong enough to leave Ryan. I needed him. Even at the current cost to my physic. She had a medical doctor she knew prescribe something for my depression, and made an appointment for him to check me for STDs. Before I left, I set up another appointment with her for the following week. 

Ryan was in a good mood, finally being able to work after two weeks of rain. He came in around noon, full of excitement about his new projects. That contrasted poorly with the depression I felt, so it wasn't long before we were in a heated argument about what had happened the previous night.  

I remember clutching my head and screaming, "I hated it! I will never do something like that for you again!"

Ryan was unusually calm, simply giving one of his sad smiles. "Hell, nobody made you do anything. You enjoyed acting like a whore, Kay. I just gave you the opportunity."

His words knifed right through me, cruel and unexpected. I'd done it for him! The world suddenly swirled around me as I stuck out my hand to find something to hold onto. The next thing I knew, I was on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling, Ryan's arm under my head, his hand stroking my face. 

"Ah . . . baby. Don't be upset with me. You know how I am. I just don't think sometimes. Here, let me help you up."

He assisted me to the couch and I laid my head back as he fed me cold water from a straw. After a while I felt better, struggling to sit up. We just sat there not speaking for a long time, and then he said, "I won't ask the guys over anymore. Okay? No more football games. All those guys, I know now it was just too much all at once." 

I brightened up a little after that. "No more sharing?"

"Well, if we do, it'll be because you agree, and only one other person."

"Ryan! I . . . can't . . . do . . . this . . . anymore! What the fuck don't you understand about that?" By this time I was crying again.

He stood up, saying, "Oh fuck it. Just fuck it, okay?" I heard the front door close as he left. 

That evening, I made him a nice meal, hoping he had settled down before he came home. He didn't show up until after midnight, the food still on the table, cold now. He came in and sat across from me in the heavy chair. I hugged my knees and stared into space. 

"You mad at me?" I finally asked.

"No. I've been thinking. I think we need to give each other some room. We need time to think about what we expect from this relationship."

Room? Room? I sit stunned for a moment. "What the hell does that mean?" I finally cried!

He was calm, sounding reasonable like he was speaking to a child. "It means that when we're together we spend all our time fucking our eyeballs out and not listening to what the other needs. You must know by now that I need variety, exploration, excitement – you obviously want something like married life. That doesn't work for me, Kay. Apparently, it didn't work for you, either, but I won't go there. That's why I thought this arrangement between us might work out. Now I'm thinking that maybe it doesn't. Maybe we need time to think about what we want. I'll get you a room for a while and pay the rent so it won't be a burden for you. We can still see each other . . . if you want."



I felt as if he'd punched me in the belly! I'd given up everything for this man. I loved him and I thought on some level, that he loved me too!  Stunned, hollow and empty, I fought to put this into words. "I . . . I . . ."  I couldn't seem to form the right words. Finally, I just whispered, "Ryan . . . please. Please . . . don't."

Ryan smiled sadly at me for a moment. "That's what you said that first day, remember? You know what that does to me."

Terrified by the track this conversation had taken I hurried to him, kneeling at his feet beside the chair. I wrapped my arms around his legs, gripping them fiercely as if by doing that I could hold on to him. Looking up with tear-streaked face, I whispered, "I love you. I'll do anything you ask of me from now on. Anything, I promise. No more complaints. Please, let's try. I can't lose you." 

The sobs started and I laid my face against his leg. I felt his hand in my hair, rubbing my scalp gently. After a while, he lifted my face, staring into my eyes.  "I don't do these things to hurt you, Kay."

"I know."

"I can't promise you, I will act any differently. That's just me. The way I am."

"I know. It's alright, Ryan. I love you," I said again, just happy that I wasn't losing him. 

Crisis avoided, but left unsettled, and that paved the way for our next serious confrontation. It wasn't long in coming. Sometime during the following week, Ryan showed up after work with Biscuit in tow. They'd been working two jobs, Carl and Jose on one, he and Biscuit on the other. Biscuit's car had broken down and Ryan was taking him home, but he had to run by and take some building material he kept stored in his garage to Carl and Jose, for the following morning's tasks. The pick-up's bed and both seats would be full of stuff, so he had no room for a passenger.    




The Summer Kitchen Ch. 02



"Babe, we worked right through lunch today. Fix Biscuit a sandwich or something. I'll be back in an hour or two. Turn on the TV for him. Bisk, help me load this stuff and then you can eat."  

Biscuit was staring at me like I was the "biscuit!" As soon as they went outside I went into the bedroom and slipped on a pair of panties under Ryan's dress shirt. Not that it would keep the little bastard from staring at me, but at least I wouldn't feel so vulnerable.  By the time I heard Ryan drive off I had two sandwiches prepared, and Biscuit was back. As he ate, he constantly followed me around the room with his beady little eyes. It wasn't hard to see what he was thinking. 

My face burned a bright red as I remembered my shameful behavior the previous week. He probably thought I was just a cock-hungry slut and he'd have a good time tonight. That wasn't going to happen. I wondered how many nights he'd stroked his stubby little cock in the shower, thinking about that afternoon. No. Not the shower. He probably did it in his bed. I recalled his hygiene hadn't been all that great!  I tried not watching him eat with his mouth open, listening to him smack his wet lips in appreciation. Finally he sat back and burped quietly.

"That was great, ma'am! Ryan is so lucky! I'd give anything if I had someone like you."

Avoiding his eyes, I muttered, "Well . . . you're welcome. I have to clean these up." I gathered the plate and empty cup, carrying them to the sink. While I was gone, he moved from the dining area into the living room, now sitting in the big chair where Jose had been the last time. I had the choice of either the platform rocker, or the couch. I chose the couch because there was room enough to tuck my legs under me, hiding them with the shirttail.

"We had some good times on that old couch last week, didn't we? Huh?"

That took me completely by surprise! I glared at him and he was grinning broadly, his fat cheeks looking like they were still full of food. 

"Biscuit . . ."

"Please don't call me that, ma'am. I'm Tom. That's a man's name. Biscuit is something they call me just to pick on me. I'm not a boy now, I'm a man."

Looking closely I could see that the timid, weak-chinned boy I'd met last week had subtlety changed. Maybe it was because he'd finally been laid and didn't have to just beat-off while watching porn. I knew I wasn't being kind, but I didn't feel too kind at the moment. Biscuit . . . Tom . . . whatever . . . looked confident, more in control than the young fat kid I knew as Biscuit. He now stared back at me with pure lust! He was suddenly speaking again and I struggled to pay attention. 

". . . can I call you Kay? Ma'am sounds too formal after . . . you know. We're more like 'friends' now, right?"

I certainly didn't like where this was headed. The little troll disgusted me. How I ever let him do all those things to me, couldn't be justified. It had to have been the pot Ryan bought! He'd said it was the purest he'd ever seen. One thing's for sure I promised myself, Biscuit would never get his chubby little hands on this girl again.  

"Ryan said to tell you to do the same thing as last time, for me."

"What?"

"We worked a ten hour day right through lunch, and Ryan said I'd really done good today. He said to tell you that he 'said for you to take care of me.' You know . . . like the last time."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Ryan wouldn't do that! Would he? Remembering our earlier fight and something he'd said about "one other person" being okay, I suddenly wasn't so sure. "That's not going to happen, Bis. . . uh, Tom. I'm not like that. It was the weed we smoked and it made me act a little crazy. Forget it."

"Well, Ryan said to." 

We argued for a while, as I resorted to attempting to shame him with the "friendship" thing, and finally berating him, calling him names. He didn't budge, insisting this is what Ryan promised him before he left. At last, Biscuit threatened, "If you don't, I'll tall Ryan." He sounded like a petulant little boy, his bottom lip protruding. 

I knew I was beaten, remembering the pain I'd felt earlier when I thought I'd lost him. Ryan had almost kicked me out during an argument about almost this very thing. If I lost him I couldn't make it. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a wave of desperation. There seemed nowhere to run from this. I watched in dismay as Biscuit/Tom loosened his belt and peeled his pants off. His flabby belly almost hid his fat penis, but I could see it was already hard and pointing straight out, all of four inches of it. 

"Come on, Kay. Just like you did last time," he rasped hoarsely. My mind racing, searching for some way out of this, I hesitated. "I'll tell Ryan if you don't do it right," he said with malice

Like a robot, I finally stood and walked over to his chair. I knelt about a foot away, defeated and feeling a little sick I was unable to meet his eyes. I decided that if I had to do this, I'd get it over with quickly. This time his vile seed would dump onto the carpet, not my mouth! It was no big deal really, just an appendage and a little body fluid. I'd done it before. It wouldn't mean a thing! 

I caught a whiff of his genitals, remembering the last time and how it'd initially stung my tongue. I considered getting a washcloth and cleaning his dick before going any farther, but he suddenly wrapped his chubby fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth up close. 

"Lick it," he whispered, sounding like he was in pain. 

I hesitated, but the burning on my scalp convinced me I had no other choice, so I flicked out my tongue and tasted the moisture forming there. He tightened his fingers, letting me know what he wanted. The thick, flat crown made up almost half the length of his entire cock. Wider and thicker than Ryan's, it looked like the head of a giant cobra. I open my mouth so wide my jaws ached, closing my lips over the cobra-like head. Blocking my mind as to what I was doing, I started sucking. Yep. It stung my tongue for a couple seconds, just like I'd suspected it would. 

Still feeling a little nauseous, I pretended it was Ryan I was doing it to, in an attempt to make my debasement less demeaning. I imagined Ryan's face contorted with pleasure like it does when I perform oral on him, and that somehow made it a little easier. I sucked and licked the stubby cock, and after just a short time it began emitting more fluid. Feeling my cheeks hollow with the effort I increased my suction, lashing it with my tongue. The pressure on my hair had eased up by then. Tom's pre-cum was coming in tiny spurts and I knew he was getting close. I'd have to pull away quickly when he ejaculated, just let it fall to the floor. 

The carpet would need a good cleaning after what it'd been through lately. I fought back a silly giggle. Suddenly, he was pushing my head away, grunting with an effort to keep from cumming. I fought back, struggling to keep my mouth in contact with the head. I just wanted to get it over with, but the pain in my scalp proved too much and he won. 



He held my face between his hands, staring down angrily. "Damn it, bitch! Stop fighting me all the fucking time! I ain't ready for this to end yet! I want to remember this for a long time." Then more softly, he said, "lick my balls a little, Kay. Like you did last time." 

He pulled my head down and buried my face against his damp nuts. I pretended it was still Ryan, doing as he ordered, nibbling, licking and sucking as my saliva made them wetter. Wanting to get it over with quickly, I took his balls in my hand, tugging on them, scratching, and squeezing harder than I did with Ryan. Biscuit seemed oblivious to the pain, in fact, it appeared he relished it. I felt like punching them really hard, but that would probably be taking it too far. Somehow I had to get him off and kick his fat ass out! My face burned with shame. I didn't want Ryan coming back to see this, even though he'd made it happen.

As I lifted his surprisingly large balls, biting underneath them, Biscuit Tightened his hold on my hair and pushed my head lower. At the same time he slid toward the front of the chair cushion, pulling his knees wider apart. His intention was clear now, as he forced my face into the sweaty crevice between his fat cheeks. It smelled strongly of preparation, felt overly hot against my face. I struggled but it was futile. I saw his puckered anus right there, and prayed he was clean as he pushed my face against it, wiggling and breathing in deep gulps. I refused to do as he wanted so he punished me by simply rubbing the crack of his ass up and down on my face until I finally stuck out my tongue and licked here he wanted.  I wanted to puke!

When my tongue made contact, he grunted loudly and immediately stopped moving his hips, now rewarding my effort. I was just thankful that at least, he smelled clean! I continued licking his elastic little button for a while as he alternately grunted and moaned. After a while, he pulled his cheeks farther apart to give me better access and I finally got the tip of my tongue inside. I thought he would cum right then as I pumped his cock in one hand, biting and licking his anus in hopes that he would go-off. Maybe he was a closet fag, I thought angrily, and liked it up the ass. Once more, he pushed me away at the last minute, pulling my head back up to where he could reinsert his cock into my mouth.      

His pre-cum flowed constantly now and I knew I had him! I licked and sucked for less than a minute before he tightened his fingers in my hair to prevent me from moving away, and emptied his watery cum into my throat. I tried pulling off at the last minute but he shoved his hips upward, holding my face tight against his groin as he unloaded stream after stream over my tongue. 

His cock wasn't long, but it was incredibly thick and it reached the opening of my throat, completely shutting off my air supply. I beat against his chest with my tiny hands, as I felt my head swimming, blackness closing in. I was going to die right here with this creep's stubby little dick down my throat, strangled to death! The one saving grace was that I probably deserved it.

Just before blacking out, he pushed me away and I fell beside the chair, sucking precious air into my tortured lungs. I could hear him also gasping for breath. I hope he has a heart attack, I remember thinking. I closed my eyes, letting my panic subside, resting my speeding heart. I felt him move, suddenly lifting my legs, wrapping his arms behind my knees, and burying his face in my crotch! Livid, I struggled, but in my weakened condition due to being almost strangled by his fat dick, I was no match for him. 

He'd done oral sex on me the last time too, and I now recalled that he was better at it than Ryan was. In fact, he had no match. His tongue felt twice as long and thick as Ryan's, and his wet lips seemed to be touching everywhere at once as he sucked my pussy lips into his mouth, tugging at them, wrapping his wet lips around my swollen clit, alternately sucking and biting it, swiping it like a credit card from my anus to my clit, and then back down. 

I groaned aloud in defeat, in a short time I was completely lost to his manipulations. Soon, I was clutching his head between my hands, gripping it with my trembling thighs, pushing my belly up trying to get his entire face inside my exploding snatch. 

I came really hard, sobbing and thrashing – begging. Still high from that one, wanting another one, I felt his weight pressing down on me, his cock insistently pushing against my wet opening.  Unthinking now, I opened wider, accepting him, needing him inside me filling the empty void. He immediately began hammering into my gushing vagina urgently, like he was running a hundred yard dash. I ran right with him, matching his every thrust, trading groan for groan, swallowing the thick tongue that had just licked my pussy and asshole. 

Looking down at me I heard him say, "Kay, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." He didn't bang against my cervix like Ryan or maybe Carl did, but his cock was so thick it rubbed my swollen clit every time he shoved it in or pulled it out. I felt relief approaching in the distance and then it hit, slamming into my body so hard I felt as if I'd shake apart, clutching his fat ass with my trembling thighs, licking his mouth as I cried out, digging my nails into his chubby cheeks and going out of my mind with pleasure. 

He flipped me over, raised my ass up and mounted me from the rear doggy-style. I vaguely remembered that he'd been able to last a long time the last time he'd fucked me. It seemed after he came once he could take his time, making it last. As for me, I always come quickly, but I can do it over and over all night, once I got going. Before he came I was already into another orgasm, lifting my ass upward to capture a scant inch more of his short cock, feeling it scraping my raw clit, bringing me to the edge again. Just before I went off, he stopped and pulled out. 

Groaning in frustration, I waved my ass around, enticing him to proceed, to hurry and let me finish.  "He was looking right into my gapping snatch. "Wow, are you ever lubricated! You are absolutely soaking wet!" He exclaimed.

I didn't care about that. "Tom . . . please . . . do me. Please . . ."

"I love to hear you say that." He crawled behind me again and swiped his cock through the folds of my pussy a couple times, then pressed it against my anus! I cried out, trying to pull away. But he gripped my hips strongly, pulling me against his cock with force. Nearly worn out from the force of all my orgasms, I weakly submitted, feeling like I was tearing apart when the wide cobra-headed cock popped through my elastic opening. He took it slow, seeming to know what he was doing as he reached under me, fingering my clit. 

I wondered how much porn he watched. How else would someone like this know anything? Then another explosion hit me and I almost tore his cock off at the base I was jerking around so much. He couldn't take it either and I felt his semen bouncing off the walls of my bowels, planting his seed deep inside my belly. It was the longest, most intense orgasm of the afternoon. When it was over, I collapsed onto the stained carpet, gasping for breath. Soon, Biscuit was beside me. 

"Well, isn't that a pretty sight?"

It was Ryan. Apparently he'd come in as we were fucking. Mortified, I sat up and drew my knees up, covering my messy crotch. Biscuit lay on his back, his cock still glistening with our fluids. 

"What the fuck?" Ryan yelled. "I leave you alone for an hour with someone and you just have to fuck him?"

"I . . . I . . ." Stammering pitifully. "He said you told me I had to have sex with him," I sobbed. "I only wanted to please you!" 

"Looked to me like you were pretty pleased yourself!" he shouted. He glared down at Biscuit. "I ought to kill your little fat ass," he growled. 

"I'm sorry, Boss! She just kept after me until I couldn't take it anymore. She was sucking me off before you got out of the driveway!"

Voiceless, I stared at Biscuit as though he came from another planet. Then his words sunk in. "Why you . . . you . . . fat creep. Don't you fucking lie about me or I'll tear your fucking balls off!" I didn't even know I could use words like that. Biscuit drew back in fear, screaming like a little girl as I crawled toward him, fury shooting from my eyes. 

"Settle down! Both of you," Ryan shouted. "Biscuit, you did this, you lying little asshole! Get dressed and get out before I stomp a hole in your ass!"

I grabbed my shirt and hurriedly slipped into it as Biscuit practically ran out the front door, while still dressing. I stood up wobbly, and sit down heavily in the chair, quietly staring at the floor as Ryan looked at me. "I didn't do it," I finally muttered. "I'm not lying. He really did say you told me I had to. I would never screw somebody else willingly."

He sighed deeply. "I know. I can see how it happened. Biscuit looks stupid but he's pretty cunning. He saw how I like to control you, and that you do about anything you can to please me. He used that to his advantage. I never should've left him behind."

"Can I sit by you?" I asked softly.

"Later, after you wash that asshole's mess off." He stood. "It looks like you've learned to enjoy anal sex pretty well." He left me to think about that last statement. 

I felt dirty – used again, and then discarded. I couldn't move for a while. A sticky wetness was growing on both inter-thighs, oozing from either my raw vagina or my battered anus – they both hurt. Exhausted beyond belief, my body aching from the plummeting I'd received from Biscuit, I felt my shoulders slump in defeat. What a fool I was. I was really stupid. I'd let a pimply-faced nineteen year-old boy dupe me into doing anything he wanted to my body. I was pretty disgusted that I'd enjoyed most of it, too. I sighed, stood and headed for the shower, too tired to even contemplate tomorrow.



The Summer Kitchen



". . . please . . . please . .." 

Then he opened my legs and shoved his face into my wet crouch, sucking each pussy lip into his warmth, biting them gently, then his tongue probing deeply. He bit my clit, slid his lips around it, and then trailed his tongue downward into my puckered anus. When he did that I cried out loud enough to alarm the neighbors! His mouth drove me crazy for another minute and then I flew apart at the seams, completely disintegrating. I screamed and screamed as I came - and came - and came. 

Usually, after climaxing I was tender and had to rest. Twice was the most I'd ever cum in a single night, and I'd never experienced one of those multiple orgasms they write about in women magazines. All that went out the window with Ryan. I simply couldn't get enough. He ate me for a long time and it was almost a continuous climax from start to stop. At the end I was barely conscious of the fact that I was whimpering and moaning, clutching his head in my hands, pulling his face against me tighter. He finally stopped and I groaned in frustration, trying to drag his face back inside me. 

From a distance I heard him chuckling, and through the slits of my eyelids I could see him hovering over me. Staring down on me I heard, "Beautiful," as he whispered to himself. He shifted his weight forward and I felt pressure as his cock-head pushed against the now tender lips of my vagina, seeking entry. I remember thinking, "This is finally it. I'm about to cheat." Then a burning pain as the wide head of his cock forced its way through my elastic opening. 

In my mind I saw my vagina being ripped and torn as he forced his unbelievably thick penis inside me. The burning became unbearable, as my hands found his chest, trying to push him away. Effortlessly he captured them, pinning them to the table on each side of my head. I was helpless to do anything but submit to whatever he wanted. Strands of damp hair covered my eyes but I could see him staring down into my face as he slowly but relentlessly, forced more of his thick cock inside my tiny opening, pushing the walls of my vagina apart farther than they'd ever been. I now felt all the ridges and thick veins sliding against the tender walls of my vagina that had tasted so good, only moments before. 

The pain was excruciating, causing me to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He was probably about halfway inside me when he suddenly released my hands and pushed my legs up, holding them in the crooks of his arms. That did it. The remainder of his thick cock easily slid all the way in, with little or no farther pain. I knew he was buried all the way because I felt it when he hit bottom. 

Once there, he didn't move for a while, just holding it deep inside me flexing it once in a while. After a moment, I looked up and whispered, "Please."

He smiled softly, the most handsome man I'd ever seen. "You just keep saying that." 

Making a small squishing sound from all my lubrication, he eased slowly out, his cock rubbing my clit, pulling my vagina's lining out, and then pushing it back in, doing the same until he hit my cervix again. His cock was so long it felt as if he would enter my tender womb. This was virgin territory. Joe had never been there. No one had. This slow fucking went on until I was ready to climb the walls. He lowered his face until it was close to mine, still staring at me. 

I groaned in surrender, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring his sensuous lips down, opening my mouth, giving myself to him. It felt as if he was trying to eat my mouth and I loved it, taking his thick tongue, following it back inside his mouth with my own. He started hammering into me unmercifully, jarring my slender body each time he did. I didn't mind. I loved him using me this way. I slammed my belly up to meet each vigorous thrust. 

My orgasm didn't arrive. It suddenly crashed into me, rocking my core until I screamed in wonder. He anxiously covered my mouth with his own to keep me quiet. I clutched his neck, wrapped my legs around him and tried to climb his muscular body as I shuddered and trembled under his driving cock, soaking it with my juices. I felt him stiffen, groan loudly and hot lava pouring into the deepest part of my body, as glob after glob of his sperm bounced off the walls of my vagina and splattered against my womb. 

It was the most intense experience of my life. At some point, I think I blacked out for a bit. When I came back, I saw Ryan standing beside me, his thick wet cock dangling between his legs. He was cleaning himself with a dishtowel, grinning down at me like a wolf. 

"I think I'm going to like this job," he said. "See you tomorrow." 

I heard the door close behind him, leaving me alone. Well, what had I expected? Kisses and flowers? It wasn't like he had any real feelings towards me. I was just another piece of ass as far as he was concerned. How did I feel about that? I hadn't decided yet. He was all the man any woman could ever want. I wasn't sure if I even liked him very much, but I admit I adored him. One thing was for sure. Ryan had some kind of spell over me. Could a woman love two men at the same time? I didn't know, but that's how it felt. 

Miserable, I sat on the edge of the table for a while, watching the pool of body fluids run off the edge of the table onto the floor. I'd have a mess to clean up before Joe came home. Joe! God, what had I been thinking? How would I act around him now? And that last remark by Ryan, about how he'd "see me tomorrow." I couldn't do this anymore. I'd tell Ryan when he arrived for work in the morning. It'd been a mistake and I'd put it behind me, move on. Ryan wouldn't be let inside my home again. At the thought of not being with Ryan anymore I felt a sharp blade slip into my stomach. Feeling gutted, depressed and lonely, I went to shower. 

The next day was tough. I knew I couldn't just sit around and wait for my confrontation with Ryan. I'd probably do something stupid like standing at the kitchen window all day, trying to catch a glimpse of him. That wouldn't do at all. I took a shower, changed into shorts and halter top, and went out. I spent the whole day buying a pair of jeans, window shopping and sitting on a bench in the park. I didn't realize tears were streaming down my face until I heard a small boy saying, "Mom, why is that pretty lady crying?" The woman quickly dragged him away by the hand as I hurriedly looked for a handkerchief in my purse. 

The pounding I'd taken from Ryan the previous day was never far from my mind, my panties stayed damp the entire day. Although in almost a constant state of arousal, none of the other good-looking men I encountered during my day, even entered my thoughts. I knew I had to stop thinking about him, and today I'd make sure he understood. 

I arrived just as the crew was loading up to leave for the day. When Ryan walked out from the structure, I felt a ping in my stomach. He looked so good it hurt; cargo shorts, work boots and t-shirt, he shouldn't, but he did. I waited until Ryan went to his truck and tossed his charts inside an open window, and then met him in the back yard, half-way to my back door. I tried keeping it light as I said, "Well, it's really coming along fast."

He gave me that devastating grin of his. "Yeah, but it's the detail work that takes so long. We start that next week. I want to talk to you about the placement of the sink." He strolled inside the walls and I followed. 

He pointed to the far wall. "Instead of putting it there where you have to look at your fence all day, why not move it to the inside wall, looking into your back yard. That's a much better view."

I could see he was right, agreeing instantly. From behind me I heard him saying, "I have some more papers to sign. Shall I bring them inside?" He sounded hopeful, eager. 

I didn't turn around, staring unseeingly at my lawn. "Ryan, what happened yesterday was a mistake. It can't happen again. I'm almost ten years older than you, married to a decent man whom I love. I have two lovely children and a great home. I can't risk losing all that over a stupid fling. This stops, today." 

"Too late," he said from behind me. I turned and saw he'd taken his stiff cock out, letting it protrude through his zipper. He went on. "It's been this way since yesterday. All I can think about is the way your sweet mouth felt."

"Oh Ryan . . . no . . ." 

My mouth might have said no, but my traitorous feet moved of their own accord, meeting him halfway until I was standing with that magnificent cock poking against my belly button. Slipping his arms around me he crushed me against him and swallowed my mouth. He kissed me deeply for a long time until I felt I couldn't breathe and when I pulled back so that I could, I found myself whispering, "I love you. I do."

Without any request to do so, I slid down his body until I his cock was only inches from my face. I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base, lovingly cupping his balls with the other. A silver droplet had already formed at its tip, so I licked it off, savoring the taste I'd so hungered for all day. Almost tenderly, I swallowed about half of the meaty thing, letting slight suction and my tongue tantalize him for a while. 

His breath was coming harder and faster when I slid off his cock and licked my way down to his balls. I spent a few minutes nibbling, licking and sucking the loose skin around them, then lifted his rampant cock out of the way, and went underneath his balls to lick and nibble the little patch of skin found there. By the time I licked up the large vein to the head and swallowed until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, he was cumming like a volcano. 

Load after load shot from his nuts into my throat, coating my mouth as I sucked frantically to swallow it all. Like before, he tangled his fingers in my hair and held me close as he face-fucked me relentlessly. Choking and gagging, struggling to breathe, almost to the point of panic, I fought against his hands as slobbers and semen ran freely down my chin. Despite the panic, I loved him treating me that way. As his load dwindled, I reached inside my waistband, sliding my fingers inside my pussy lips. As soon as they touched my clit, I exploded in a violent display of lights and colors. 

At some point in my orgasm, he attempted to withdraw, but I held onto his nuts ferociously, making little whining sounds around the thick cock, completely devoid of any conscious thought. After I came down a little, he forced my mouth off his cock and stepped back. 

"Jeeze, Baby. You are one greedy little cocksucker! You 'bout bit my cock off!"

On my knees, head down, hair hiding my tears, I finally looked up. I realized I must really look like a whore now, with my make-up ruined from the tears, cum and slobbers coating my face. 

"I feel like a slut," I finally said.

"You're my slut, Baby. You belong to me. You may not know it, but you do."

"Can we go inside now?" I asked pitifully, hating the way I whined.

"Can't, Baby. I got a commitment tonight and gotta run or I'll be late for it."

"But . . . but . . . what about me?"

"You'll have to wait. It'll be all that much better for the wait. I promise you that!" He started away and then looked back. "I'll give the guys an early lunch break tomorrow. Leave the back door unlocked. Be on the bed naked and I'll find you. I want to fuck you in your husband's bed. If the door's locked I'll know you want me to just go away."

Crying softly, I remained on my knees long after hearing his truck drive away.

That night Joe asked if there was anything wrong, that I seemed a little detached. The girls were spending the night with a friend and this was usually a night we would engage in a little sexual play. After a few half-hearted attempts he finally decided to just watch TV. Sleep was a long time in coming, and when it finally did I slept fitfully. 

I awoke the following morning determined not to be Ryan's plaything any longer. The back door would remain locked. That would be my answer. I took a shower, got into my robe and brewed a pot of coffee, resisting the urge to look outside to see if Ryan was visible. Finally, unable to fight it any longer, I peeked out the window and saw him, moving like a big sleek animal among his Mexican laborers. I saw that they seemed to really like him, laughing as he gave them directions. I understood that. I liked him too. He had that effect on people. 

Around 11:45 I heard the crew preparing to take their lunch break. The back door was locked and I was determined it would remain so. I went into the bedroom and sit staring into the mirror at myself. I saw a pretty woman, her eyes haunted with some unknown hunger. I knew what that hunger was. As I heard the workers drive away I leaped to my feet and rushed into the kitchen. Through the window I saw Ryan already halfway to the house, nonchalantly strolling toward my back door. 

I hastily flipped the lock and ran back into the bedroom. Dropping my robe on the floor, I crawled into the middle of the oversized bed and lay on my back. I heard the back door open and close, footsteps coming toward the bedroom, my heart hammering inside my chest. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting breathlessly for whatever was going to happen.

"Beautiful," I heard him breathe. "Like a sleeping princess." 

I peeked through slit-eyelids and saw he was still dressed, just standing there appraising me. "Spread your legs," he ordered. 

Keeping my eyes almost closed, I did as he asked. 

"Spread your pussy so I can see if you missed me."

This was all new to me. Never had I done anything like it, but somehow, it excited me being so deviant. I spread my vagina lips apart with my fingers, feeling how slippery they'd become. 

"Ah, yes. You did miss me. You're sopping wet." 

I heard his clothes dropping as he discarded them and peeked again, seeing his cock, purple and angry-looking, its one eye staring back at me. My heart was racing like a freight train, my mouth dry as cotton, and I licked my lips to moisten them. I felt the bed move as he crawled up from the foot until he hovered over me. Locking his elbows, he braced himself over me, staring down at my face. 

"So pretty," he muttered, and I felt a flush wash over me. 

Lowering his head, his mouth closed over one nipple and I groaned aloud, arching my back. He worked that nipple for a while, sucking, licking, gently biting it. And then he moved to the other one, doing the same thing. By then I could hardly remain still, squirming, pushing my belly upward to rub against him. He kissed my lips softly and I opened them hungrily, seeking more. But he remained aloof, holding his tongue back, forcing me to lick his mouth and finally, beg. 

"Please?" 

Still not relenting, his mouth left mine, traveling downward, briefly toying with my nipples again, then down farther, licking my heaving belly to the pubic mound. I was almost out of control by then, squirming and heaving my body up to him, practically begging for his tongue. He took a long, agonizing time to skirt the fringe around my vagina, licking my thighs, biting them playfully. 

"Please . . . please," I muttered. 

He buried his face in my pussy and I arched upward, screaming. I came instantly, clawing at his hair, pulling his tongue deeper, grinding my groin against his stubble. Sobbing and thrashing, it went on for a very long time, and before it was even over, he buried his cock inside me all the way to the balls. Whether it was because I was so wet from thinking about it all day, or that he'd loosened me up with his big cock the last time he'd fucked me, this time was much easier. There was still some pain but the exquisite pleasure far outweighed that. 

I felt the ridges and large veins on his penis forcing aside the inter lining of my vagina, rubbing across my clit, forcing its giant crown into the deepest parts of my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking the tongue he'd denied me earlier, clutching his body closer with my thighs, becoming one with the man who moved me as no other could. As my orgasm approached, I found myself whispering, "I love you . . . I love you . . . I love you . . ."

Then it hit - and I went berserk. It wasn't an orgasm that just came and went. This one stayed around, just one long continuous climax until I was sure I would die from it. At some point I felt Ryan release inside of me, groaning and shuddering as he emptied his balls deep in my womb. Even as he withdrew his fat deflating penis I still shivered with tiny climaxes until I felt it slide across my thigh, leaving a wet rail behind. A river of sticky white sperm gushed out of my gapping pussy, running into the crack of my anus and soaking the sheets under me. 

After a while, Ryan's weight lifted from me and I was able to breathe a little better. I hadn't been able to get my breathing under control yet and was still unable to move. Ryan was beside me, also gulping air as he fought to regain his strength. Maybe we both dozed, but I finally felt Ryan stir, reached over and found his limp dick still sticky with our slime. 

"Clean it up," he muttered tiredly. "I have to get back outside. The boys will be back soon." 

I lifted up on my elbows and stared at him, not understanding at first, until he wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled my face close to his wet dick. "Clean it up."

Nasty and slimy, I took it into my mouth and sucked our juices from it until it was clean. It tasted better than it had looked. Once it was clean I just kept sucking it, feeling it stiffen a little inside my mouth. Ryan finally had to force my head away. 

"Good hot damn, you do love to suck a cock, don't you? I'll bet you would live with a cock in your mouth all the time, if you could."

He was right. I'd love to go to sleep with his soft cock in my mouth, and wake up the same way. I sighed heavily, resentful that he didn't let me continue. "Just yours, darling. Just yours." I watched him leave without saying another word, so tired I finally drifted off to sleep. 

Ryan came by every day the rest of the week, either during lunch or after work. We fucked in every room and position possible; in the kitchen, in our bedroom, doing it doggy style, then me on top, all of it. One time, he only let me suck him off and left, leaving me unfulfilled again until the following day. I was desperate by then, frantic for a fucking, and I think that's what he intended. I struggled to not let my secret life interfere with my family, and for the most part I think I succeeded. 

On Friday after I rode him cowgirl style for almost an hour, we fell onto the bed exhausted. As we caught our breath, he said, "The guys heard you yesterday." He chuckled softly. "I think they all jerked-off in the porter-potty that afternoon."

I sit up and stared down at him. "What do you mean, 'heard me'?" 

"You screaming and carrying on. You do get vocal, you know. After the third or fourth 'fuck me' they were paying attention."

Oh shit. All those men listening to me getting fucked by their boss! How would I ever face them again? Shit!

"I kind of felt sorry for 'em, listening to that and having to beat off. Maybe I should just bring them on in and let you take care of them?" he said. 

"Damn you, Ryan. That's not funny."

"You love me, right? I own you. If I want you to do something, you'll do it. Right?"

I sit with my eyes down, hair hiding my face. After a while I whispered, "I do love you. I'd do anything for you."

I heard him chuckle softly. "Well I don't want you fucking some other man. You're mine. I hate the thoughts of you even fucking your old man."

"He's my husband. He has some rights here."

"I guess. Can he even feel your pussy now? Does he ever wonder why your pussy is so stretched?"




The Summer Kitchen



Embarrassed to the point of tears, I said, "No. He hasn't mentioned it."

The summer kitchen was eventually completed and Ryan and his crew moved on, but we continued meeting a couple times almost every week, for the next year. Sometimes he'd come to my house or I'd go to his, a couple times we went to motel rooms, or just fucked like animals at his construction site. After about a year our affair tapered off quite a bit, until in the past year I haven't seen Ryan. I still think about him and sometimes dream about him, the way he made me feel. Sex is not the same now. I know I'll never enjoy it as much as I did with him. Do I love him? Maybe. I love Joe, too. So what does that say about me? 

Then disaster happened. After a year of not hearing from him or him answering my messages, he suddenly pops up last month. After a hundred sleepless nights. After a thousand tears. After I'd finally learned not to want him so much. After I was almost over him, there he was again on my phone. 

"Hey, Baby." 

I instantly knew who it was. Just the sound of his voice sent chills down my spine. "What do you want?"

"You. I still want you."

"You can't have me. I've moved on. Don't bother me anymore."

I could hear him breathing on the other end. I should have hanged up, but he said, "Come to my place tomorrow. I'll be home from two until three."

"No! You can't order me around. I'm not like that anymore!"

He waited for a moment then said softly, "yes, you are. You still belong to me. Two o'clock." He hung up. 

I was pissed and shaking all over. The nerve of him! Who the fuck did he think he was? Did he think he could just call after a year of silence and I'd come running? Suddenly I had a raging headache. I went into the bedroom and lay down, but I couldn't nap. I kept seeing images in my head. Images of things that made me wet. I began to cry hopelessly. 

The next day I put on a nice summer dress and heels, and drove over to Ryan's place. I told myself that I just wanted to see if he'd lied, if he'd really be there. I hoped he was. It would serve him right when he realized I wouldn't show up. I drove past his house twice, and then without intending to, simply pulled into his drive and got out. My face burning with shame I walked up to his door and it opened without my having to knock. Ryan didn't say a word, just held the door open and let me walk inside. I couldn't look at him. 

He closed the door and pulled me against his hard body. "I missed you, Baby."

"Sure you did," I snorted. "That's why you answered all my frantic calls."

"Hey, I knew all that sneaking around was depressing you, so I wanted to make it easier on you. But I found out I can't stay away from you, Baby. That sweet mouth keeps me awake every night thinking about it."

His body pressing against me was taking its toll, his cock hard against my tummy and his male scent filling my nostrils was making me fight for self-control. It was a fight I was losing. His mouth came down close and I gave up, lifting mine to meet it, moaning pitifully into his open mouth as I tasted his sweet lips again. 

Locking my mouth to his, I fumbled with his belt, working frantically to free the one thing I wanted. Reaching inside his shorts I felt it, pulled it out gasping at its heaviness, fat and throbbing, so yummy my mouth watered. It'd been so long since I felt this and I needed it - right then. I couldn't wait. I turned toward a large chair and bent over its back, lifting my dress up past my waist. I hadn't worn panties. I guess I had known in my own mind how this visit would turn out. I parted the cheeks of my ass, opening myself to him, looking back over my shoulder. Ryan was just staring at me, nonchalantly stroking his fat cock. 

"Hurry," I whispered urgently, then again, "Hurry!" 

Ryan stepped toward me and pushed his cock-head against my partially parted pussy. It'd been over a year since he'd had me and maybe I had somehow tightened up a bit, but it hurt! I pulled my cunt-lips farther apart, urging him with my eyes to keep trying. He pushed harder, friction building, burning like fire. I didn't care. I'd been deprived of it for a year and was frantic to get it all inside me. 

"Hurt?" he asked, smirking a bit.

"I . . . don't . . . care. Do me . . . please." 

He rammed it halfway inside as I cried out with pain. With another violent thrust, he went deeper, tears rolling down my face as I stood on my tiptoes, helping him violate me. My legs were trembling so hard I could barely stand. He pulled out a bit and I braced myself. The force of his thrust jarred me forward, but this time he got all the way in. Instead of waiting for me to adjust to his garth, he just began hammering into me like a jack-hammer. He seemed to be relishing my pain, punishing me in some way. I knew the pain would subside in a while if I didn't pass out first. It suddenly did get better, way better. 

All the lubricate I was leaking had finally done its job, making my walls slick enough for Ryan's big cock to slide freely in and out of my tight pussy. The pain was still there, but the pleasure was gradually overpowering it. I groaned in ecstasy, feeling him stretch the elastic opening wider than it had been in a year. Then Ryan did something he'd never done before. He slipped his thumb inside my anus. I felt totally stuffed. 

Usually with Joe, I felt an orgasm coming on. With Ryan, it suddenly overpowers me. That's what happened next. It hit so hard that if I hadn't had the chair back to hold me, I would've fallen. My knees just folded under me as it took my breath away, lights flashing inside my head, loud roaring in my ears, and the most exquisite pleasure a person could possibly feel. I was sobbing by the time it subsided and another started building. When Ryan dumped his load inside me, I had an even larger explosion. 

When I came back to earth I heard him say, "Damn, Baby, you got to quieten down with that shit. The neighbors probably think I'm killing someone in here." 

If that was intended to humiliate me, it didn't work. I just turned around and slipped to my knees, taking his wet cock inside my hungry mouth. In less than a minute he was unable to make any more cutting remarks like that one. I literally sucked him dry that afternoon. He could barely walk by the time I left. Neither could I. I guess I was trying to make up for lost time. 

As I drove home I realized Ryan still owned me, and if I was ever going to get over him I needed help. The next day I called a lady named Cleo who was recommended by a friend who'd had a troubled childhood. That's about where I am with my story, today. Counseling has helped, but I still come running every time Ryan calls. The more I let him have me, the more I want - and the more extreme his demands become. He mentioned again that his crew still talks about my abandoned cries they'd heard during our wild sex one day, and he speculates about me doing something to appease them. 

The last time I visited him, he wanted anal sex. I let him do it and it was the most painful experience of my life. I know he will keep pushing the envelope until I am nothing more than his whore. Still, I can't seem to stop. I know that eventually it will ruin my marriage if I can't cure myself of this guy, but his cock is mostly what I think about all day long. 

Well, that's my story. Say what you want about me. I know I deserve it, it's all probably true. Thank you for your time. Maybe telling my story will help me cope. Or maybe, in some way it will help others.