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The Young Actor Likes...

By: MiamiCuban



The Young Actor Likes Older Women

My name is Eduardo and I have a thing for older women.

My story starts by confessing I was once a geek. While attending high school in Tampa, I was a skinny, pimple-faced kid with horn rimmed spectacles and a shy disposition. One day I decided it was time to join the cool world, so I reinvented myself.

I changed my four eyes for contact lenses, cut my hair to a more stylish look, lifted weights, jogged daily and applied cream until the pimples cleared up. I worked hard at improving my conversation and being sociable. By sixteen I was playing small roles in high school theater productions and I got the acting bug.

Show biz provided a creative outlet, a longshot chance at fame and glory plus the promise of quality female flesh. After high school I did several community college plays and turned pro at twenty, picking up my SAG card when I delivered two lines playing a young punk in a cheap action flick shot in Miami Beach.

My first affair with an older woman happened during the filming of this movie. Her name was Masiel and she was a decorator involved with set design. Masiel was ten years older than me, married, with two kids, a little overweight but also desirable. The night of the cast party she showed up alone, claiming that her husband had a sprained ankle and stayed home with the kids. After a couple of drinks we left the party early and headed for my hotel room. 

"I've never cheated on my husband," she said as we were about to enter my room, "I don't know if I can do this."

She did. Two minutes after entering my room, she was pulling on my zipper, grasping my cock, stroking it, licking it, nibbling. She moaned in delight as she sucked me. I was not a virgin, but her technique was ten times better than any young girl I had ever been with... Masiel licked the underside of my cock, rolled her tongue in cirles around my head as she stroked me in maddening rythm.

It did not take long to unload inside her willing mouth and she swallowed the load, gurgling with enjoyment. Later, as she kneeled doggie style and I entered her wet cunt, she again surprised me, exciting me with her language. The happy housewife had a way with words, something that an actor can appreciate. The more she talked, the harder my dick felt as I pumped my hips back and forth and my hands played with the moons of her ass.

"Yes, Eduardo..." she moaned, "yes, baby, stick that young cock into me...oh, your meat feels so hard...fuck me good...with that hard cock...oh...I liked sucking your dick...your load tasted sweet...what a young, solid cock...oh, yeah...stick that meat in me...fuck me good, honey...how do you say cock in Spanish?"

"Pinga," I answered, using street jargon, pronouncing it Peen-gah.

"Oh, baby," she said pushing back into me, "give me some pinga, honey...stick that pinga deep inside me..."

I did, a couple of times that night and a few other times. I decided South Beach was my kind of place, so I dropped out of college and did not return to Tampa. I decided to make a living acting and I've been at it for almost five years.

I don't have a private jet like Travolta or a ranch like Harrison Ford. What I do have is a one bedroom condo in South Beach, a four-year old Mustang and a small savings account. I don't make millions or even six figures, but I make a fair living, which is better than most people in the trade.

Right after that first little movie scene I did a commercial in Spanish for local cable TV, followed by a six-line part as a pizza delivery guy in a low budget independent film and two months of work as a cast member of a cruise ship show. I have continued to work steadily since those early days.

In the past five years I have performed small roles in nine more films, feature roles in three Spanish language soaps filmed in Miami, over thirty commercials in English or Spanish, some local TV, documentary narrations, summer stock theater and a few gigs on the cruise ship shows to keep the bank account liquid. 

I am not wealthy but during the last few years I have had a very healthy sex life. I've shared some passionate moments with several models and strippers, experiences which have made me very hedonistic when it comes to sex.

Older women are the best. My sexual relation with Masiel went on for a few months, but she decided to be on the straight and narrow with her husband. We still get together once or twice a year.

My second "mature" woman is a Puerto Rican named Gina. I was twenty-three when we met and she was thirty-four, with killer legs, a terrific ass and pouty lips. She is a video technician –twice divorced with two kids- that often works on the soaps. Gina's thing is sex in public.

We have screwed on balconies of apartments, rooftops, public parks, beaches, parking lots, theaters and an office building stairway. Gina gave great head and loved young cock. One of our most memorable outings took place on a beach, where she stripped naked and went down on all fours, me entering from behind, pumping my meat through the slits of her cunt, while we heard the voices of tourists nearby chatting, unaware of our wild fucking a few meters from where they sun bathed. 

On the office stairway we got caught by a surprised janitor who was too stunned to speak. He stood on the landing above us as I unloaded down Gina's throat and she masturbated to an orgasm, one of her hands deep inside her panties. 

One of Gina's favorite role playing games is to dress as a high school girl and pretend I am the high school principal that makes her strip in his office and forces her to suck his cock, then bends her over the desk and fucks her ass, while she begs him no to do it, yet enjoys it to explosive orgasms.

"Oh, please, Sir," she would say, "please don't make me suck your cock."

"Eat it, Gina," I would answer, "Eat my cock."

"No, please," she would say as she teased with a pout, "Please don't make me suck your fat cock and swallow your load. I'll be a good student, I promise..."

"Suck my meat."

Her mouth would engulf my dick in a wet, velvet feeling and I would fuck her face until my load rolled on her tongue and she swallowed before licking me clean.

She is a first rate cocksucker who knows how to slide her head back and forth at a rythm, her teeth nibbling the head. Excellent licker, nibbler, swallower. Every time is magic.

Gina also likes my meat inside her generous ass. She times me as I am ready to come, then squeezes her cheeks tightly, draining every drop from my twitching dick. I've been dating Gina fairly steady for almost a year, although we both indulge openly with others. In fact, she has brought a girlfriend – an attractive woman in her forties named Lynne- into the equation.

Threesomes with Gina and Lynne are unequaled for sheer excitement. Lynne is a jogger and tennis player, a woman with short hair, a hard ass and lots of energy. She –like Gina- swings both ways and I entered her tight ass while she put on a strap-on cock and fucked Gina as I fucked her. It was blood boiling time when both rolled in bed naked, kissing, mouth to mouth, tit to tit, two hairy mounds pressing against each other, cunts grinding together. 

There is nothing finer than a threesome with two sexy, mature women that enjoy fucking, licking, sucking, eating, swallowing, humping, grinding until all senses explode and one is left breathing hard, covered with sweat and sex, part of a pile of warm flesh that has shared a common erotic experience.

I've had good adventures with mature women and the last one started a few months ago. I came back from shooting a rum advertising spot in the Bahamas and I had a week off before the next gig, which was a pilot about a crime family in Florida. Being a man who enjoys his free time, I decided to smoke a joint, go for a stroll around South Beach and have a beer with some pals, since Gina was doing a video edit in Orlando.

I hit a few tokes of a mellow Jamaican red blend and walked towards Ocean Drive, the heart of Miami Beach. It was early afternoon and the sun baked the streets as tourists and the locals filled the sidewalks, dressed in bikinis, shorts, T-shirts, jeans, tube tops and sandals...

The woman that walked across in front of me near the former Versace mansion reminded me of Melanie Griffith. She was dressed in corporate female attire, an earth tone suit that did not show, but yet enhanced the fact that this was a full fleshed woman in her mid-forties with a mature, sensuous body. 

"Hello Shelley," I said and she turned around, looking surprised.

Shelley Townley –wife of Fred and mother of two- was a friend of my parents. I had known her since I was a kid and she had been the object of many wet dreams during my geek teen years.

"Eduardo," she said as she hugged me, "This is a surprise I haven't seen you since you left Tampa."

"That's almost five years ago," I said, "What are you doing in South Beach?"

"Work," she answered, "My kids grew up and four years ago I went back into the work force. I work for a chain of hotels based in Tampa and we have four of them in Dade and Broward counties, so I come to Miami Beach every few weeks to meet with the managers. I just checked in and was looking for a place to eat lunch."

"Let me take you to a place I know and I'll treat," I said.

"Don't be silly, Eduardo. I'm on the expense account. Pick a place and I'll pick up the tab." 

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Eduardo had grown to become a handsome man, not a pretty boy, but a well-groomed, rugged looking youth quite different from the gawky, thin teenager of ten years ago.

I was glad to have lunch with him that afternoon. I had arrived in Miami tense from an argument with my husband.

Fred, the man I married twenty-five years ago, has matured into a mousy introvert that is more concerned with his engineering company than in having a life. He is overweight and boring, with little sex drive and a patronizing attitude that angers me.

After my daughter married and my son joined the military, I went back to work full time. I used my work the same way my husband did, the job becoming my life as my husband and I drifted apart even more.

After four months without sex and little conversation other than shallow, every day talk, I drove from Tampa to Miami Beach in a depressed mood. I felt alone, unwanted and sexually starving.

I am a woman with a healthy sexual appetite, having enjoyed several lovers before marrying, while still in college. I did not cheat on my husband during our twenty-five years together but four months without sex had made me hungry for a man. The trip to Miami Beach provided an escape from home and a chance to masturbate in quiet solitude.

It has come to this, I thought as I drove off I-95 towards the beach, it has come down to lunch and dinner alone and masturbating in the hotel room. How am I going to please myself tonight? Perhaps lay fully naked on the bed, touching myself, fingers probing inside me while I pretend a handsome stud is touching me... or I could do it in the tub, laying down, the stream of water pounding my clit while I rub the soap bar up and down the folds of my cunt... pretending the hard soap is the head of a creamy prick.

Masturbation has become my release of energy. I think a lot about cock, about having a stranger fuck me, stick his meat deep into me and ride me to orgasm. I see men on the street and I picture them naked, their hard dicks at attention. I need to hold a dick, stroke it, lick it and take it inside me until the rush feeling overtakes and one moves and grinds, sometime drifiting off to sleep... when I check in I'll go have lunch and maybe go down to the swimming pool or the beach for a while, then back to the hotel room, dinner alone and a round of masturbation to help me sleep. 

Tomorrow morning I'll have four meetings and then back to Fred in Tampa on late Friday night.

I was resigned to a lonely time in Miami Beach when I bumped into Eduardo. I did not think of us in a sexual way –not then- but I was glad to see him because it meant someone to talk to and share lunch. I know his parents and I have seen Eduardo grow from a stringbean teen into a handsome actor.

We went to lunch at a Cuban restaurant, where we feasted on roast pork and sweet plantains. The conversation started with talk about our neighbors in Tampa and talk drifted to his acting career, as I told him I had seen three of his movies.

"Which ones?" he asked as the waiter served us a Chilean wine. 

"The one where you deliver a pizza to the psycho killer."

"I had four lines in that one," he said smiling, "the second one?"

"You were a bartender."

"Only five lines but I was in the background in six or seven scenes."

"In the third one you played a limo driver."

Eduardo did not say anything right away. It was because of a nude scene in the film, a scene when he is caught in bed with his employer's daughter. He streaks naked across the room and jumps out the window. The camera shot him from behind for about three seconds.

"I had eleven lines, background in several scenes... I liked that movie," he said.

"Me too," I said, "You had an interesting scene."

"Nudity doesn't bother me," he said quite candidly, "I'm very liberal when it comes to nudity or sex. I think the scene worked well. It was more funny than erotic."

"I couldn't do that," I said, "I could not do a nude scene like that..."

"Really?" he said, smiling, "Too bad. I would pay to see that movie."

I felt my face flush red with both embarassment and excitement. Was he making a pass or was this just teasing conversation?

"Thank you, Eduardo," I said attempting to regain some composure, "That's a nice compliment for a woman my age."

"It's the truth," he said bluntly, a slight sneer on his face, "You are a very exciting woman."

"I could be your mother."

"But you are not."

I took a zip of wine. 

"This is a strange conversation," I said, "are you coming on to me?"

"Of course I am."

I was stunned. Half an hour after seeing Eduardo for the first time in years, this young man was trying to seduce me. I was very confused. I had never considered cheating on my husband, but I was frustrated and vulnerable and this young man was flattering me, making me feel desirable... It had been a long time since I had felt flattered or desired.

"You are very quiet," he said, "Have I offended you?"

"No... but I'm stunned."

"Why?"

"Because... I'm almost twice your age. I know your parents..."

"Shelly, you are a knockout. You look like Melanie Griffith." 

"You are joking..."

"You are an exciting woman and age is not a factor. I am dating two women that are older than me. Gina is thirty-five and Lynne is forty-four."

"Two? You are a sneaky one," I answered, attempting to lighten the moment.

"There's nothing sneaky. I date them both at the same time." 

I was stunned.

"You mean...?"

"Yes, Shelley I do threesomes with both women."

I stared, open mouthed and Eduardo smiled.

"So," he said, "If you tell me that you are happily married and you don't want me to pursue this, I understand. It's just that I'm attracted to you."

I did not answer. The waiter was clearing the table as I looked down at the linen covered table, flushed with confused embarassment and sexual excitement.

What do I do? I thought. I am a married woman, a mother, yet this conversation alone has made me wet. I have never considered doing this, but here's the chance. He's young, strong and has a washboard stomach. Instead of playing with the shower water on my cunt, I could have his cock inside me. I have only had my husband for twenty-five years. Do I want to do this?

Eduardo dropped a few bills on the table and held my hand gently.

"I only live about five blocks from here," he said, "Let's go to my place. I have an excellent Chilean wine you will enjoy."

I stood up without saying a word and walked alongside him towards his apartment, to commit my first act of adultery with a twenty-four year old youth.

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I was in no hurry. 

I had read the desire in her, seen it in the body language as we had talked at the restaurant. When I mentioned my participation in threesomes, instead of repulsion I saw a flash of hunger, her lips sucking in air slowly, in delighted surprise.

My apartment is located on Drexel Avenue, with a fourth floor location in a six story building. 

"You keep the place clean," Shelley said.

"I try. Relax, drop your purse anywhere and check out the balcony view while I serve us wine. By the way, do you smoke weed?"

"What?" she said, "Are you abusing drugs?"

"I smoke weed, Shelley. That's all. So did you in college, didn't you?"

She was surprised by my answer but smiled after a few seconds of pensive thought.

"That was a long time ago."

"Time to recapture your youth," I said, "I'll roll a couple of joints and serve the wine. Go enjoy the balcony view."

She was nervous and I was not in a hurry. I joined her at the balcony with the wine and weed. My balcony is big enough for a couple of lounge chairs and a small tea table. We sat next to each other, smoked a joint, drank a half bottle of wine and talked some more.

I did not talk about us or about what we were both really thinking. Instead, I told a couple of anecdotes of movie actors. She seemed to relax and asked a few questions about the life of an actor. I told her about the long hours of rehersal, the cattle calls and the frustration of constant rejection when one is passed over for someone taller or shorter, older or younger, to fit a casting profile.

"Plus," I said, "there's the training in between. I study dance at an adult education center to keep up with that part of the game. I take sax lessons, read up on acting, watch my weight. I work out six days a week. Besides the dancing classes, I also roller blade or bike ride several miles a day and I do isometrics."

"You are in great shape," she said and I saw the flash of lust on her face.

"I am all yours, Shelley."

"Oh, but..." she was flustered, suddenly blushing, "I mean... look... I'm married and older than you..."

"It's okay with me. I can be totally discreet."

"I couldn't. I'm married."

"Then why did you come up here?" I asked, "You came to my apartment of your own free will after I told you I was interested in having a liason with you. Why did you come up here?"

Shelley looked down and did not answer.

"You want me to seduce you," I said, "that's why you came here. We have had some wine and some smoke and now I want to go inside to my bedroom and make love to you. That is a possibility. The other one is you decide you do not want me and I'll walk you back to your hotel and never again mention the incident."

Shelley still did not answer.

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When Eduardo confronted me, asking me why I had come to his apartment, I was left speechless. 

I knew I wanted it to happen. I knew it the moment we stood up from the restaurant table to walk to his condo. Now, however, I felt confused. I wanted Eduardo but years of upright behaviour were interfering. Should I? 

Eduardo lit a second joint and we smoked in silence, four or five minutes without a word being spoken.

"You look like Melanie Griffith," he said, breaking the interlude, "and I have always desired you. Do you remember the summer both our families went to Sanibel Island? I was fourteen and when I saw you in that green, two piece bathing suit, I went crazy. You looked so fine."

"I remember that bathing suit," I answered, "but that was ten years ago."

"That's a long time to desire a woman," he said, "and not have her."

I smiled. He stood up from his chair and stretched out his hand.


The Young Actor Likes... Ch. 02



The Young Actor Likes Older Women Ch. 02

I woke up as the sun was going down. Opening my eyes, I looked at Eduardo next to me, his tanned, naked body stretched out on the bed, his cock resting on his thigh.

I had cheated on my husband with a younger man and I did not feel guilt, only an elation born out of a choice of free will. I had enjoyed an incredible series of orgasms with my former Tampa neighbor whom I had known since he was a boy.

I liked it, liked sucking his creamy cock and feeling his mouth between my legs or the way he entered me and I contracted my cunt, squeezing his meat as he rode me and talked to me in a way my needle-dick introvert husband would never have.... I had crossed the line into a new realm. After years of straight marriage and bland sex I had sucked a young man's meat and let him fuck me as he made me beg for his cock and admit that he was giving me what my asshole husband did not, could not give me, for Eduardo had imagination. 

It had been raw and dirty sex and I was very aroused, more than at any other time in my life. Once I crossed the line, I did not feel guilt, but only enjoyment at the feel of the cock in my mouth, at the bumping of his hips against my ass and the heat and spasms that ran through my body as I climaxed.

"Hi," Eduardo said as he opened his eyes, "Are you ready for a tour of South Beach?"

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Shelley and I smoked another bowl and walked out into the Miami Beach night breeze, walking towards Ocean Drive where the cafes were packed and crowds of sunburnt tourists mingled with the locals.

We made some small talk and sat on a sea wall with the sound of the surf at our backs. Then the conversation turned to our adventure together.

"It was great," she said, "I enjoyed it very much."

"The night is not over yet. There's more to enjoy."

"And I come to Miami Beach every few weeks," she said boldly, "and I would like to do this again."

I smiled and nodded my head.

"Sure thing," I answered, "I'd like that a lot."

We walked around the beach some more and stopped off at a Washington Avenue tavern, where two beers reinforced the buzz and once again the conversation switched to all things sexual.

"These women you date..."

"Gina and Lynne."

"Are they lesbians?"

"No. They just enjoy sex. Gina is Puerto Rican, divorced with two kids, thirty-five and a video technician. She's working in Orlando tonight. Lynne is forty-four, also divorced, no kids and is a partner in a shoe boutique where a pair of high heels can sent one into bankruptcy."

"And you? I mean..."

"Yes, both at the same time or one at a time and sometimes they do each other. It's really nice. Actually, nice and dirty. Are you interested?"

"I.... I've never..."

"There's always the first time," I answered, "Gina is out of town but Lynne is only a phone call away. I could tell ask her over for a drink at my place and if it happens...then it's cool. If you don't feel good about it, then it's just you and me. Is that good?"

Shelley was dumbfounded, stunned. She did not answer.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," I said as I dialed Lynne.

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I was totally stunned. I had arrived at Miami Beach eight hours before as a faithful wife and mother. In the eight hours since arriving I had smoked marihuana, cheated with a twenty-four year old actor and after some lustful sucking and fucking, I faced the possibility of my first encounter with another woman.

Lynne turned out to be a sexy looking woman with a firm body, dressed in a linen skirt and peasant blouse, sans undergarments, the outlines of her nipples showing through the thin material.

We drank a decent Chilean white wine and smoked two full bowls as we talked about our work, places we had visited and books read, with brief pauses of anticipation. 

I walked out to the balcony for a breath of air.

Do I want this to happen? I thought. Do I? Bad enough I have sucked and fucked a young man who could be my son, the neighborhood kid I had know since he was nine, now I might have my first experience with a woman. This is not moral, not the way I was taught... but I have been looking at Lynne and wondered how she will taste... her scent. I had never done this, but I was wet thinking about it, wondering...

When Lynne came to the balcony and kissed me, I did not resist as I felt -for the first time- the taste of a woman's kiss. I followed her into the apartment and we kissed as we undressed each other and Eduardo -buck naked- sat on a chair across from the bed where Lynne and I joined in a naked embrace. 

We went down on each other, me tasting a woman for the first time, feeling her juices on my lips and face. It was so wicked and dirty, so unreal and erotic that I was feverish with desire. I buried my face in Lynne's mound and lapped her clit as she licked me, her face between my legs, teasing my clit. We bucked and she grabbed my hair and pulled my face deeper into her wet snatch, opening more, pushing, humping upwards, pressing her wet slit against my face while her lips kissed the sensitive bud between my legs. 

We took turns, switched and she was above me, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling, whispering in my ear how much she was enjoying taking me.... We were in heat, kissing, licking, our senses making us feverish with desire and raw lust. We nibbled on each other's nipples and frenched our faces. 

I tasted her and felt the feverish heat of her warm flesh, as I licked her clit and folds, swirling and swallowing. Eduardo then joined us, as Lynne reached up and grabbed my round asscheeks with her hands, exposing the rosebud hole. I realized that I was about to be ass fucked while a woman lapped at my cunt. I was almost screaming with desire, with years of sexual frustration living with a bland husband.

He had lubricated his cock with wine and he went in swiftly, sinking to the hilt, making me press down harder on Lynne's face as her tongue darted back and forth between his hard cock and my burning slit. It hurt but I went from pain to a sexual rush that made me totally orgasmic. I began to moan and he asked me if I liked it and I certainly did.

"Fuck my ass," I said, "fuck me deep…oh yes, crack my tight ass, fuck me hard....Oh, fuck my ass deep…I love your dick in my ass…oh, yes, fuck my ass!"

"Does your husband fuck your ass like this?" he teased.

"My husband... does not fuck me in ...oh, oh.... yes...."

"What about Lynne? You like her?"

"I love the way... she eats pussy."

We rocked back and forth, pounding a rythm, fucking, licking, the room filling with animal moans, her mouth buried into my slit, her tongue flicking out, licking the clit, his balls and his shaft as it slid into my asshole. 

All three of us exploded together, screams and moans filling the room as we felt the whip of orgasms, lightning jolts rushing through our bodies. 

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Friday morning Lynne and Shelley went off to work. Shelley promised to get together with me in the afternoon, before she returned to Tampa. Before she went to her hotel room to change for work, I asked her how she enjoyed our three way with Lynne.

"It was my first time," she answered, "and it won't be my last."

"Would you like to try two men before you return to Tampa?"

She smiled a lusty grin and nodded her head.

I located Ramon by lunch time and he came to the apartment to have a couple of beers and wait for Shelley to be finished at work. 

Ramon is also a working actor. Like me, he has had a dozen movie parts of small proportions, being typecast as a bandit, hoodlum, bouncer or biker, since he is six-three and two hundred-thirty hard pounds of muscle. He has a rugged face with a drooping mustache. We party together often.

"People think actors have it made," he was saying as he polished off a Bud Light, "but I'm telling you, I just spent four miserable days in the Everglades shooting some real low budget flick in which my two big scenes are where I play an escaped convict that kills a farm girl and then gets killed by a park ranger. Four fucking days of sweating under a heavy sun and kamikaze squadrons of mosquitoes and flying vermin all over the place. Did I mention snakes? One came slithering across the path as we walked. Scared the shit out of me.."

"I just came back from the Bahamas," I answered.

"Lucky dog."

There was a knock at the door and I answered. Shelley was dressed in a denim blouse and wraparound skirt. She had checked out of the hotel and had four hours of playtime before returning to Tampa.

"You are right," Ramon said as he met Shelley, "She does look like Melanie Griffith."

Shelley blushed like a schoolgirl. 

"You are also an actor," she said, "I recognize your face."

They chatted for a while, drinking beer, toking a bowl. Shelley seemed at ease and I began to get good vibes.

I felt up Shelley as we talked. She gasped when she felt my hand grasping a breast, but did not protest as I teased her, fingertips tracing the outline of her aureoles against the denim shirt cloth. I could see her eyes glaze with desire and another hand went to her ass as Ramon watched us calmly.

"Why don't we adjourn to my bedroom," I said, "and give Shelley a good memory for the ride back."

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I had lost all inhibitions and was a willing participant in an act of wild screwing with two young actors who could be my sons, but were not, and they fed me their cocks and I loved every second. Yes, I wanted cocks and tongues in every hole and to feel two pairs of hands on me at once. 

My ass was pressed against Eduardo's belly, his cock inside me while Ramon stood in front of me and rubbed his salami dick on my face, caressing my neck with the tip of his fat cock. I was starving for him, for the thick tube of flesh between his thick legs. 

"I want to suck your cock," I heard myself saying, "Please fuck my mouth."

Eduardo grasped my waist, pulling me as Ramon leaned forward and entered my mouth with his thick dick. I sucked hard, thrilled, making moaning animal sounds, my body shaking with the fucking from behind while the fat cock moved back and forth on my tongue.

We were moving and moaning, cock inside cunt, hardness inside me, filling me in cunt and mouth. Sex had never been so wild or dirty, raw in its lust of flesh. I was burning, exploding in orgasms. Small orgasms and big orgasms and thrilled at the feel of a young cock in my cunt as a hard young man fucked me so and I sucked the other one, teeth nibbling the thick mushroom head. I felt the motion of the fucking as stroked and licked. I contracted my cunt muscles, squeezing Eduardo's thickness and he groaned in delight behind me.

As I sucked and fucked, I thought about my husband Fred, sitting in his Tampa office doing his numbers on the computer screen. You won't find out, Fred, but now, right now, your loving wife is being fucked in mouth and cunt by two hard, young studs. Can you imagine this, Fred? Me, your loving wife and mother of your children is being used by two hard cocks. Oh, Fred, you should see this, me with a mouthfull of young meat and I love it, love it totally. Look at me spread my legs for someone else, Fred. His dick is so hard, Fred, so young and full of power. I am the Queen Whore of the Universe. Young cock is so tasty, Fred....and Fred, you should have seen me eating pussy, my face buried in Lynne's hairy mound. She tasted sweet and she nibbled my clit softly.... the hell with you, Fred.

Ramon spurted a long rope on my face making grunting noises as he came and Eduardo held on enough to climax together with me. I felt an orgasm as I've never thought I'd experience, a tremendous jolt as I bucked back slamming into the hard dick of the young man behind me. It was incredible! The orgasm was amazing, a deep one that jolted my body in a flash.

I moaned loudly and Eduardo increased his pumping motions, his wet cock sliding back and forth on my hole. I moaned as he climaxed and then screamed in pleasure as my body twitched with fulfilled desire and my insides filled with the warm liquid of the intruding cock.

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I had dreamed of Shelley but in my wildest dreams I would not have imagined her such a willing fuck. In twenty-four hours she had done deeds with three people and performed admirably well.

"It's raining," I said as I looked towards the balcony, "There's your excuse to stay the night. Call your husband on your cel phone and tell him it's raining hard and there's accidents up ahead and you are going to stay in Miami Beach and will leave in the morning."

She stared at me with a dazed expression, unsure of whether to choose marital duty or sensual fun.

"Call him," I said, "I am expecting Lynne and you can enjoy all of us. Lynne has a strap-on cock that you will love. We will have a foursome."

She called and talked to Fred, talked to her husband on the phone while my fingertips pressed down on her mound, my cock rubbed against her ass cheeks and I lightly pinched her nipples. Oh, but the good housewife and mother pressed back against me, opening her legs, letting me slide into her as she talked to her husband. I think she really enjoyed that part, me fucking her as she told her husband how the rain made driving difficult. She gasped from my fucking, but Fred thought it was the wireless connection breaking up the conversation.

It is rare to find a woman who can lose her inhibitions totally and without guilt but Shelley was the one, the middle-aged sensualist unleashed, a willing player of the flesh. Shelley was a sexual beast unchained, reborn.

I grabbed my pants from the floor and started dressing as Shelley looked at me questioningly.

"I'm going down to the store to get party supplies -munchies, beer, wine- and I'll be back in twenty minutes. Ramon will keep you company and Lynne will be here any minute."

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I had become a total slut and crossed strange boundaries. 

Talking to Fred on the phone -while Eduardo felt me up and then entered me- had been a wild moment that had turned me on tremendously. As I talked to my husband this young man placed his hand between my open legs and I responded by spreading them wider.

"Traffic is very bad, Fred," I said as Eduardo's fingertips pinched my nipples, "and it's raining hard..."

Eduardo's fingers moved lightly over my slit. 

"It's very wet," I said in an answer that applied to both, "It's wet and slick. So, I might go back to the hotel or get a room around here."

"Sure," Fred answered as Eduardo pushed me forward and entered me from behind, "Stay the night, eat a nice dinner and get some rest. Relax"

"I'll try," I answered, as Eduardo rammed his cock into me, making me gasp.

"The signal is breaking up." Fred said, mistaking the gasp and pause for a weak phone signal.

We said our good-byes over the phone as I gasped once again as Eduardo pressed against me, my ass against his belly, his cock sliding in an out of me and he came, launghing, delighted like a little boy that has pulled one over on an adult. I enjoyed it also, cuckolding my husband over the phone. 

Less than five minutes after Eduardo left, I was straddling over Ramon, letting his thick meat slide into my wet cunt.

"Oh, Ramon, you have a cock like a horse.... yes....oh..... fuck me good.... you are so much .. bigger than...my husband....fuck me with that donkey dick...."

Ramon was not very vocal but his cock was huge and he knew how to push, pump and twirl it inside me, sending electric waves through me. I had never had so much fun in my life as in the last twenty-four hours and I still had a full night ahead of me. 

Then Lynne arrived.

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I came back with two armloads of goodies to find Ramon naked, stretched out on a Lazy Boy, beer in hand.

"Where's Shelley?" I asked.

"In the bedroom with Lynne," he answered, "I need to recoup... I'm fucked out, man."

"I'm not," I answered, "so you can put the groceries away."

Both women were naked. Shelley was face up the bed and Lynne was standing near her, stroking a thick strap-on dildo that stood erect between her legs.

"Join the party," Lynne said, "we can both use some real cock."

"Go ahead and start while I undress and toke a little. This should be interesting."

Lynne moved between Shelley's legs, the mushroom head of the rubber cock rubbing against Shelley's slit. As Shelley moaned in delight, the head penetrated her mound, followed by a smooth slide all the way to the hilt. Lynne picked up the pace, moving in and out with rapid strokes as Shelley opened her legs wider and moaned.

They were locked in a rhythm, Shelley asking to be fucked harder and faster and Lynne pushing and grunting, her tongue licking the other woman's cheeks. 

As I undressed and lit my bong, they changed to Shelley going on all fours in the doggie position. Lynne entered her with the strap-on once more, this time pumping from behind real slow, working a slow rhythmic pumping, her fake cock penetrating and sliding with slow, long movements, teasing, almost pulling out before plunging back in deeply.

Shelley was moaning, whimpering, grasping the bed sheet and I waited for her and Lynne to finish each other off, exploding in a moaning, orgasm, both collapsing together, their sweaty, shiny bodies clinging together in a hug.

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Being fucked doggie-style by Lynne, the thick strap-on cock entering my cunt as her hands grasped me by the waist, was a mind blowing experience.

Yesterday I was a good wife ; today I'm a toy for two young men and a woman. My husband will never know. He was in his office, downloading statistics in his computer while I sucked and fucked Ramon and Lynne then took me with that strap-on cock. 

After Lynne finished with me, Eduardo straddled my face and I licked his balls and deep throated his meat while I thought of Fred, my needle dick husband. 

Oh, Fred, if you only knew how your wife has become a wanton slut. Yes, Fred, right now, while you are looking at blueprints and invoices, your sweet, darling wife is swallowing a hard, stiff, twenty-four year old cock. Yes, Eduardo is calling me a cocksucking artist.

He's ready to come, Fred. You will never know this side of me, my husband. You will never know how your wife was fucked and used by two young men and a woman and how she will come back every month for some more cock and pussy.

He's coming, complimenting me as he spills his cream inside my mouth, then marks my face with his wet dick.

"I'm going to enjoy coming down to Miami Beach every month," I said.

"Shelley, we are all going to enjoy you."



The Young Actor Likes... Ch. 03



My acting career was doing well. I had worked nonstop for six months and my checking and savings accounts were at their best level in my seven years in the acting industry.

As the sidekick to the hero of a Spanish soap, I had earned seventy eight thousand dollars in five months of work. This was followed –or sandwiched in- with two regional TV commercials, a small part in an independent film shot in Palm Beach and a few lines in a big budget film shot in Key West. I had earned over a hundred thousand in the first half of the year and I was contracted to the starring role in a thriller set in Miami. It was going to pay only thirty-five thousand –peanuts for a starring role- but it was a low budget project and provided me with my first opportunity as the main player.

I needed a vacation and I could count on at least two weeks of down time until the thriller started shooting. I decided to bake in the sun, inhale reefer smoke and wash it down with Chilean wine, eat some shrimp and steak and have sex with Gina or Lynn, or both, my two loving cougars. 

Gina is a thirty six year old Puerto Rican with killer legs, a terrific ass, nice breasts and an amazing lack of inhibitions. Twice divorced with two kids, she is a video editor that often works on the soaps. At home she is a conservative well bred PTA mother. On more private moments she is into sex in public places, rough dirty talk and role playing.

Lynn is a very fit woman in her early forties with short, layered hair, a hard body and lots of energy. Lynne is also divorced, no kids and is a partner in a shoe boutique where a pair of designer shoes cost a small fortune. She –like Gina- swings both ways and the three of us have had magnificent sexual adventures together. 

One of the most recent escapades took place in the Florida Keys. Lynne, the athletic type, owns an old, eighteen foot single sail boat which took the three of us away for a weekend, to an uninhabited key a few knots west of Big Pine. 

Wisely, we did not go within mosquito season. The night air was pleasant and we were the only souls in this two acre clump of land in surrounded by dark water. It was cozy and we had good food –sandwiches, potato salad, cheeses, fruits, and most important, wine and weed. 

It did not take long for us to shed our bathing suits, smoke a couple of bowls and finish of a bottle of Chilean wine. After that it did not take long either for Gina to be naked on the sand with Lynn above her, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling her ears and neck while I kneeled next to them, rubbing my cock on their flesh, my fingers fondling cunts, caressing ass, teasing nipples.

I screwed both of them and they both performed oral sex on me while I was flat on my back, looking at the stars above while two tongues licked my shaft and testicles. When I was ready to explode, Lynn's mouth closed over my cock, her teeth nibbling my dick's head. The orgasm into her mouth was intense, savage, totally amazing.

Later that night after more fine smoke and wine, I took Gina's ass, pounding her rear as she laid face down on the beach blanket, her hips pushing back asking me for more. Gina is extremely vocal while Lynn is the opposite, her sexual conversation usually limited of moans and grunts.

We slept on blankets in the sand, went for an early morning nude swim and I fucked Lynn in the water, her legs curled around the back of mine, her cunt impaled by my cock as she clung to me and Gina stood next to us, her hands caressing my balls and Lynn's tight ass. 

It was a memorable weekend picnic on a clump of rock and grass surrounded by a green and pale blue Ocean. 

Now, after weeks and weeks of non-stop work, I needed an adventure like that to charge up my erotic ego.

I made plans with both but my first day of vacation would start with a meeting with a friend named Manning, who had insisted on a face to face over breakfast at a restaurant on Ocean Drive.

Manning is an interesting character. I've seen many like him in my six years as a professional actor. Manning is a fringe member of the film industry, with a pinch of legitimacy to his alter ego claims. 

In reality, he is a wealthy businessman in his late thirties or early forties with a small paunch and a carefully groomed appearance. Manning's father owns twenty-four dry cleaners spread out over ten cities in the Miami Dade County area. Manning stumbled through college and from there went straight to the vice presidency of his old man's company with a six figure salary, a Mercedes-Benz car and twenty per cent of the company stock, a graduation gift from his parents.

He has worked for his father since then, at least fifteen years, probably more. Manning owns an estate home in Miami Beach, a Jag, a Mercedes, a customized van, a stunning trophy wife named Denise and a sizable stock portfolio that holds its own even in a bad economy, for his investments are all in public utilities and carefully selected high technology shares. 

That is Manning but there is also the other Manning, film and theatrical producer, a bon vivant showbiz man all the way. 

It started a few years ago, when the socially active dry cleaner executive was asked by a friend to a fund raiser for a local community theatre. Manning liked show business and he donated a five thousand dollar tax deduction. He was thrilled when his name appeared in the program, acknowledging him –and a dozen others- as a producer of the performances.

Suddenly, producer sounded impressive, glamorous, a lot better than dry cleaning businessman. 

Building up a resume for his new alter ego, Manning entered into his new fantasy life with determination. He financially backed a community play annually in which he picked up another hefty tax deduction and in the last five years he has been an investor in two local, low budgets independent films, in which I had modest feature roles. The movies were made cheap but they had fair plot and good directing. Still, they were shoddily marketed and Manning lost about forty grand in the first one and maybe broke even in the second. 

Point is that Manning has been a film and theater producer for seven or eight years and has never made a dime in the industry and has in fact, lost tens of thousands in his investments, but he does not care; he is acting out a fantasy life, playing a role. Ask him what he does for a living and out will come a fancy engraved card proclaiming him a film and theatre entrepreneur, impressing the unknowing. 

Manning is always talking film deals and projects that never happen. Although he is a tiny starving fish in a large ocean, he sees himself as a Swordfish, but he is harmless and has in fact helped a number of actors –myself among them- by sponsoring projects.

For a few weeks back about four years, we had whored together and hung out at bars before he started dating Denise and married her quickly. 

One of our best adventures together had been with a woman named Lisa. She was in her late thirties and had been fairly cute but extremely insecure. In search of self esteem she redid her image with all those injections for cheekbones and lips, resulting in her looking like a cartoon drawing. She thought she looked glamorous but I thought it was pathetic.

Lisa was married but her husband traveled a lot, so she had time to screw around. She claimed that Manning had been her first cheating experience and I can't say yes or no on that, but I can tell you she went nuts for him. 

She had low self esteem and was a perfect target for Manning's show bizz persona. She was living a bland marital relation and suddenly she is being courted by a film and theater producer who wears designer suits and owns an eighty-thousand dollar car. He takes her to his estate home in Miami Beach and she sees a wall full of plaques and photos. Mind you, there are no plaques from chambers of commerce or photos of his dry cleaning empire. Instead, every photo on the wall is related to his theatre and film activities: posters of his two movies, framed programs of theatrical productions, a gratitude plaque from a community theater, a second plaque from an acting troupe, photos of Manning on the sets, as well as photos with local celebrities, taken at charity dinners. After seeing all this, her only option was to be flattered and taken. 

It wasn't long before Manning talked her into a threesome, bringing me over to become the new addition to their sex life. He had shown her a video of one of his movies where I play a bartender in a mob bar and told her that if she wanted it, she could be fucked by a movie star, which was an exaggeration as to my status in the industry. To her, however, I was a bona fide movie star and she eagerly agreed to meet me. Despite her caricature face, she did have a nice body with a thick bush, also being most willing to participate. While her husband was off on a business trip to Alabama, I fucked Lisa in all three holes as did Manning. 

She sucked cock better than most, willing to please, hoping for a compliment or a pat on the head for a shaft well blown. She fucked the same way, adapting to please, working with the dominant rhythm being imposed, opening up cunt and ass for easier penetration, pushing back against the meat that ravaged her, tightening her cunt to hold the cock inside her, moving with purpose, grinding, humping, pushing onto a savage climax.

Manning ordered Lisa around as a director does an actress. On one occasion he had her squatting on a coffee table, masturbating while she begged us to fuck her ass, saying her husband never did her that way, then on all fours on the table I took her rear hole, my cock impaled between her clenched ass cheeks. The orgasm was intense, my meat pulsing inside her, filling her ass with my warm cream.

On a weekday when her husband was away, we had Lisa perform a strip at an amateur night contest. This was not easy, because she was afraid someone might recognize her, so we drove to Naples, about eighty or ninety miles away from Miami, where no one knew her. She was nervous at first, but adapted quickly and enjoyed the situation. Afterwards, we stopped in a rest area of the Everglades and fucked her on a picnic table.

Manning shared Lisa with me several times until he met Denise, his party animal days coming to an end. Since marrying Denise he was only seen at local premieres and benefit dinners, hardly ever at a nightclub or activity event.

Denise is a sizzler of a woman. A few years older than me, in her mid thirties, she is of average size with milk white skin, red hair, brown eyes, generous wide lips, natural perfect breasts, a very desirable full ass and firm thighs. She is very sensuous, extremely desirable; Denise can make any man conjure up instant sexual fantasies.

Our breakfast was buffet style so I loaded a plate with grapes, slices of oranges and pears, square chunks of watermelon and some mini corn muffins. That and a tall glass of mango juice made up my breakfast while Manning enjoyed a plate of eggs, Spanish sausage and home fries washed down with a pitcher of water.

Manning talked about a possible film venture which did not sound promising, but I humored him because it's always better to be nice than to be aloof.

The conversation came to a stop and we ate in silence for about a minute before he decided to start on another topic.

"Eduardo," he said, "I really think highly of you. You are a fine actor and you treat all directors and producers with respect. I never heard you bad mouth anyone and based on our partying around days I have come to the conclusion that you are both uninhibited and discreet, which is a very rare combination."

"Thanks. I appreciate that..."

"What I am about to propose is something you won't turn down."

"Good, but I must tell you I am under contract for a film that starts shooting in two weeks, so I won't be available for at least a month."

"No," Manning said, "this is not about the industry. What I am offering is a sexual evening with my wife."

"I did not expect that," I answered, "Not at all. How does she feel about this?"

"Fine, she's ready. Let me explain. For as hot as she looks, Denise is practically a novice in sex. She lost her cherry to her first college boyfriend and married the second one. Her marriage lasted six years and I came along and married her four years ago. Her first two lovers were very sexually orthodox and boring and she did not know any better."

"So you have enlightened her."

"She is very good at sex, multi-orgasmic but very straight...missionary position mostly, some oral, seldom anal and nothing else. The first two, almost three years were frustrating. I would try to spice things up but she was negative. She refused to watch porn, would not attend any kind of sex show, even in another city. Nothing worked. I was almost resigned to a life of vanilla sex until about a year and a half ago. Her old man fell ill and his medical plan did not cover all expenses. I took him to a specialist, covered anything the insurance did not pay and paid some of his groceries and bills for six months. I spent around eighty grand and now the old man is fine."

"You know, Eduardo," Manning said, "I did it because I love my wife and it was the right thing to do. Denise was very grateful and said she would do anything I wanted, so I told her that all I wanted was for her not to be so negative sexually. I told her I would never force her into anything but only asked that she have an open mind."

"And she has, I gather."

"It has taken a full year to get to this level. I started with watching porn films, the best quality I could find so she would not be turned off. She wanted to please but was very hesitant, until the grass and wine loosened her inhibitions and she came to enjoy the films. This was followed by toys, vibrators, sex garments, restraints and some public sex on a beach, a boat and in my office after hours. She was nervous but very excited and we had great sex."

I nodded, feeling my meat twitch in my pants as I pictured Denise naked on a beach or leaning over a desk, exposing, offering her holes.

"After that came attendance of a sex show on a trip to New Orleans and a visit to a male strip joint in Palm Beach. The sex show and the male strip club really turned her on. She kept wondering aloud how could people perform sex or undress in front of others, but behind her questioning there was a sense of awe and sexual excitement. She even remarked about the different dancers and when I asked her which ones she liked the best she mentioned two, so that night while we were in bed I kept telling her that those men were with her, inside her, rubbing their cocks on her face and she had a climax that surpassed any she ever had before."

"Last month we went to a swinger's club and although she did not participate, seeing couples –including lesbians- performing sex a few feet away from her drove her wild. On our way back home she gave me a blow job in the car and we fucked right on the living room when we arrived home, because she wanted it so bad we never made it to the bedroom. Later she told me that she had seriously considered joining the orgy but she would feel more comfortable with someone we know. Your name came up and she liked the idea, so we fucked a second time and we used your name and she was calling out your name and asking you to fuck her deep and hard." 

"Manning," I said, "your conversation is giving me a boner."

"I take that as a yes, then? You will have my wife?"

"With eternal gratitude."

"Eduardo," he said as he finished his breakfast, "This is very important to me. For years, before I married, I was into threesomes, foursomes, anything interesting. I love my wife and I want her to enjoy sex as much as I do. If she does not like this, I'll be back to square one, bland one-on-one sex for the rest of my life. If on the other hand, she really enjoys it, I will be a very happy camper."

"I'll do my best to please."

"Eduardo, we have to script this well and stage it properly," he said in his self portrayal of a theater and film producer.

"It's your show, Manning."

"It will be a role playing period piece," he announced, "Denise likes TV shows like "Spartacus," "Rome," "The Tudors," stuff like that."

"So will it be Roman or Middle Ages?" I asked.

"Roman. They had better orgies."

Manning had it all planned out and we talked another hour that morning and several times on the phone afterwards, agreeing on a time and place and explicit details of likes and dislikes. I added a couple of ideas, including adding Lynn and Gina who loved role playing- to the cast. Manning even made arrangements with a costume company for garments.

It happened five days later, on a Saturday night. During those days Manning prepared the show. On Friday, a delivery service brought me a box with three costumes. There were two pairs of tan leather sandals that tied to above the ankle, two cream colored short – three inches above the knees- togas for Lynn and Gina. As for myself, I also had the same type of sandals and a royal blue toga that came down to just above my ankles. 

Manning's home is a two million plus Spanish colonial style mansion in Miami Beach. The center courtyard has a custom pool with a grotto look and a white marble deck. When we arrived, Manning –dressed in a red toga- told us to make ourselves at home and wait for them by the pool.

He had set the stage well. The pool deck was light by candles which produced a reddish hue over the Roman orgy scenario. The house that wrapped around the pool, although new, had a rustic look, with stucco walls and balconies with highly polished wood railings. The pond like grotto pool with dark boulders and the white marble deck could almost be a decent shooting location for a period piece. 

Manning had excelled in the furnishings. Obviously, he had been planning this event for weeks, for the furniture he had bought or rented was not common. The marble deck contained on one side of the pool a large exercise mat –ten by ten- covered with a burgundy blanket. On the other side, there were a half dozen curule style Roman chairs, a couple of love chair couches, a wooden massage table with a tray of oil bottles and a second sizable table covered with a tray of fresh fruit, several cheeses, a Serrano ham and a dozen bottles of Italian wines and sangria. Even the drinking goblets were stage props, more for a Centurion than for modern man.

The chairs were arranged in a circle and in the middle there was a large Turkish hookah pipe, with a half dozen sucking hoses and a bowl the size of a coffee cup, filled with red and green marihuana.

Gina, being into role playing, nodded respectfully.

"This guy really knows how to role play," she said. 

I agreed. The only modern technology in the set consisted of piped in music playing soft harp and flute sounds.

The Manning house went dark and the scene around us seemed even more of another time and place. As an actor I was enjoying myself.

Manning and Denise joined us at the candle lit deck. Denise wore a white toga that came down to her knees. She looked sensational, red hair well groomed; makeup well applied, her breasts pushing against the toga fabric, her milk white legs showing as porcelain under the candle glow.

I was in character. Manning and his wife wanted a role playing situation and I was an actor; I had done research on Rome in the internet and after the salutations and introductions, as we sat down to drink wine and puff on the hookah pipe, I began talking about Rome as though we were living in the era.

I talked about Roman art and foods while we drank a smooth wine and smoked a very strong weed. Denise had been fairly quiet, occasionally smiled nervously and I could not tell if she was afraid or anxiously willing, or perhaps both.




The Young Actor Likes... Ch. 03



"Besides food and culture, the Romans are famous for orgies," I said as I looking at Denise. "Have you ever participated in one?"

She shook her head slowly without flinching. She was not scared.

"There are three types of orgies," I continued saying, "The big banquet where the host hires whores to perform and please while the attendees gorge themselves. Then there's a similar orgy where slaves are used for pleasure. They are both fun but still lack something for whores do it for money instead of pleasure and the slaves do it because they have to."

"Then," I said as I puffed on the hookah, "There's the third type, this one, where friends join together in lust and enjoy each other willingly, without shame or silly inhibitions. It is for sport, for enjoyment. You will taste and be penetrated by someone you know, someone other than your husband, that will possess your every hole and you will enjoy this and be thrilled by the lust of the moment."

She nodded slightly. She was ready, emotionally ready for the moment. She was not an actress but she was trying to play her role, a justification perhaps that she was not just the wife of a dry cleaner king about to be thoroughly fucked, but a lady of Rome about to participate in an orgy performance of a different time and era.

Gina and Lynn started the orgy rolling. They suggested a massage for the lord of the manor and removed Manning's toga before they laid him, face down on the wooden massage table. Manning was ready. His chunky naked body had a very solid erection, but the girls started by oiling their hands and doing his back, from the neck to the ankles, making him squirm as they oiled his ass, their fingers straying to fondle his balls.

Denise continued to puff on the hookah, but her eyes were totally focused on her husband being fondled by two women at once. I took a hit from the pipe and enjoyed the role playing.

"Turn over," Gina said and Manning went face up, his cock pointing at the ceiling. Both women continued oiling and massaging him. Gina went from the ankles up and Lynn from the neck down. When they both reached his meat they stopped.

"Now let's see," Gina said to Lynn, "should we oil his hard staff?"

"I don't think so," Lynn answered as she lowered her face towards the hard cock, "I have something more enjoyable than oil: my tongue."

She nibbled at the head of the cock, making Manning moan; her tongue travelled up and down the underside of his shaft and Gina also lowered her head, licking the base of the organ and the hairy testicles right below.

"You like that?" I asked Denise, "Your husband is enjoying himself very much."

Denise nodded slowly. She was mesmerized by the scene.

Gina and Lynn worked on Manning's meat with expertise. They licked and sucked, stroked and rubbed the shaft on their faces as Manning grunted and spurted his cream on their lips.

"This is just the start of the night," Lynn told Manning, "Now you are relaxed and ready to watch your wife."

Manning just nodded and did not move from the massage table, his breathing still uneven, his body covered in sweat and oil. Gina and Lynn dove naked into the pool.

I looked at Denise. She seemed lost in a trance.

"Look at me," I said, as she turned her head in my direction. Her white face was flushed by an internal heat. Her eyes were glassy from the liquor and smoke but were also hard with desire. 

"Kneel in front of me," I said, "And reach under my robe and fondle my hardness but you will not do anything else unless I tell you."

For a few seconds she stared at me before doing as instructed. She kneeled, looked at me straight in the eyes while her ivory right hand disappeared under my toga. When she did reach my very hard cock, grasping it, she shivered visibly in excitement. Her fingers curled around my shaft, stroking it 

"You like it?"

"Yes," she answered returning my stare, "I want it."

"Not yet," I answered, "Soon. Take your hand out and stand up over there, near your husband."

She did. I stood up also and walked towards her until we were a foot apart. I opened up the clasp on the shoulder that held the robe up and the toga fell to the floor. Denise looked down and gasped at the sight of my dangling cock. I don't have a large tool –fairly average- but the weed, liquor and sexual performances had made her extremely excited. Also, as an actor I have to stay in shape and my body is much different than her husband's chunky frame. I could read lust and desire in her eyes.

Curiously, I was just as nervous as she was, but I was controlling it in character. I am a veteran of many wild sexual situations but this one was turning into something special. Manning's wife was beyond good looking; she was stunning and sensual to an incredible level. It took all my patience to play the scene properly without rushing the moment.

I unclasped the shoulder brooch and her toga swirled to the ground leaving her naked except for her sandals. She was everything expected and more, undressed perfection, nipples hard from excitement, cunt shaved smooth, a white, magnificent ass and a look in her face that was raw sexual hunger.

"You are a lucky man," I said to Manning who was sitting wide eyed on the massage table, "Your woman is flawless."

"Look at those upright tits with hardened nipples." I continued as my fingers caressed a tip of the breast, making Denise gasp, "I would say she is ready to be pleasured."

I walked around behind her. I pressed my cock against her soft ass. My hands came around her, one caressing her smooth mound, the second playing with one of her nipples as I licked her neck and tongued her right ear.

"Oh, yes. She is very ready."

I turned her around, pulling her towards me. We kissed open mouth with instant hunger, her tits pressed against my chest, one of her hands grabbing my cock, rubbing it up and down her hairless slit.

"Are you ready my lady?" I asked.

"Yes," she hissed, "Fuck me hard."

We took off our sandals. I picked her up as a groom does a bride and carried her to the square mat by the side of the pool, laying her down face up, legs spread open, showing her pink wet slit inviting penetration.

I thought about fingering her, letting her suck my cock, eating her tits and cunt but that could be done later for I, too, was in a heat frenzy. I went on top of her and drove my shaft into her soaked slit in one motion, moving deep and stopping suddenly, letting my cock throb inside of her.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her body jolted and arched under me. The single thrust brought her to an instant climax. Before her shuddering stopped, I grabbed her pale hips, pulled her towards me and pumped my hips in a frenzied rhythm. She moaned, gasped and continued climaxing as her cunt tightened around my meat and I, too exploded, unleashing my creamy load inside her.

She remained on the mat, breathing hard. I stood up on weak legs and dove into the pool. I swam underwater the length of the pool, doing slow strokes, more relaxation than exercise. By the time I moved back to the shallow end, Denise was coming into the pool and Manning, Gina and Lynn were headed towards the mat.

Denise went into the pool to above waist level, the water line just below her tits. Her makeup had disappeared but there was a fresh glow on her face. She winked at me, smiled sweetly and kissed me on the mouth, her nipples rubbing against my chest.

"Thank you," she said.

"No, thank you."

"I hope you have energy for more."

"Oh, sure, some Roman orgies lasted all night."

She was kissing my neck, her tits pressed against my chest, my stiffening cockhead touching her milk white thighs as both my hands kneaded and played with her fabulous ass. I wanted her again but I also needed sometime to recuperate.

"Look at your husband," I said and she did, purposefully turning completely around, pressing the crack of her ass against my cock, pushing back against my shaft. 

Manning was flat on his back on the mat, his cock impaling Lynne and his mouth buried in Gina's cunt as both women open mouthed kissed each other. 

Denise and I looked at the trio as they picked up speed, hips pumping, tongue licking a drenched slit, cock like a piston entering mound, women kissing each other, enjoying the wild depravity of the moment until Lynne howled a shout of pleasure and Manning arched his body in a climax while Gina wrapped her thighs harder across his face deep moaning in a sexual frenzy.

Denise turned to me and asked me to sit on the ledge of the pool.

"Why?" I asked happily anticipating her answer.

"Because I want your cock in my mouth," she answered, "I want to suck your cock until you come inside my mouth and then I want you to rub your creamy dick all over my face."

Suddenly, my energy came back and my cock rose to hardness by the impact of her words. This wildly beautiful redhead was better than her wonderful, delicious flesh, she was becoming willingly uninhibited, making her more fun and more desirable.

I was on the ledge of the pool, legs dangling in the water and she was inside, the water line under her chest. She pouted teasingly as she stroked my shaft, one hand wrapped around my cock while the second hand caressed my balls, her fingernails softly scratching my testicles. 

"No Roman Orgy can be complete," Denise said as she licked her lips, "unless the lady of the manor pleases her special guests and I shall start by kissing thy cock."

She was into the role playing and she could act a little. 

Her teeth nibbled my cockhead. Her tongue licked the tip of my hardness. She rubbed my cock on her face, up and down, across her forehead before sucking half my shaft into her mouth. Her tongue moved a dozen ways up and down the length of my dick as she continued stroking me while her head moved back and forth in steady rhythm with the movement of her hand.

"Oh, woman," I said to her, "You are a phenomenal cocksucker. My dick feels so good in your mouth...It won't be long."

She increased the tempo of her strokes and the movement of her head. My cock fucked her mouth as she pumped my shaft. I was ready to unleash my load. I grabbed the mane of red hair in my hands as I felt the climax coming and I grunted as my cock shot a rope of cream inside her mouth, which she surprised me by swallowing. 

I went in the water after that, spent, wondering if I would have enough strength to do her magnificent ass later in the evening.

We all cleaned up and napped on the love seats and the mat. I did not have a watch but I figured we all probably napped a couple of hours. I felt refreshed, drank orange juice, puffed on the hookah and had light conversations with the others as they woke. 

When Denise awoke she excused herself to go brush her teeth and put on fresh makeup, applying red lipstick on her aureoles and nipples, at my request, making her look very sensual. 

At this time all five of us were very content, totally naked and uninhibited. Gina asked Denise if the lipstick in her mouth was the same as the one adorning her nipples.

There was a tiny flicker of apprehension in Denise's face, for she had never had sex with a woman and was suddenly placed in a position to do so, perhaps even with two.

The flicker of doubt was replaced by a seductive smile.

"I am not sure, Gina," she answered softly, "Would you like to taste them and give me your opinion?"

Manning gasped in surprise when he heard his wife's words. My dormant cock twitched against my thigh.

"Yes," Gina answered, "but one should always have a second opinion."

So Gina and Lynn walked Denise to the mat, sandwiching the redhead. The three women kissed each other open mouthed before Gina and Lynn each took one of Denise's tits in her mouth while their hands played with the redhead's smoothly shaved mound and round ass. 

Teeth nibbled Denise's nipples; fingers caressed her clitoris and entered the slit between her legs. The redhead moaned from the finger fucking, shivered slightly, moved her hips to the rhythm of the sliding, intruding fingers and moaned again in lustful satisfaction.

"You like it, don't you?" Gina said, "You like my fingers in your cunt."

"Yes," Denise answered, "I am very...wet."

It was a phenomenal performance. After a mellow climax from being fingered and having two women licking her tits, Denise ate cunt for her first time as Lynn pressed herself against her face as Gina licked her slit. Manning, his cock ready, moved behind Gina, opening up her ass cheeks.

"Ooohh, Denise," Gina said between licks, "It looks like your husband wants to fuck my ass and I am going to enjoy his fat cock."

I watched the four of them as I inhaled more smoke from the hookah. Denise and Lynn enjoyed orgasmic climaxes and collapsed side by side, watching Manning sodomize Gina.

Manning rammed his cock into her ass, grunting as he did, while she tightened her rosebud around his shaft, milking him as she talked to him: "Oh...yeah...that cock feels so good in my ass....oh, fuck me good...let your wife see what a good ass fucker you are... fuck my ass deep." 

Gina and Manning had deep orgasms and also collapsed on the mat, all four of them flat on their backs, side by side, naked, sweating, catching their breath.

Denise was the first one to stand, slowly, drained from the orgasms. She walked towards where I was sitting and stood in front of me, smelling of sex, her mane of red hair tousled, her sweat covered body shining in the hue of burning candle lights.

"You still are not finished, lover," she said in a daring, teasing tone, "I want your cock."

"And I your ass."

She was silent for a moment.

"I don't usually do it....but tonight is special."

"It sure is," I said, "Now clean up, comb your hair put on makeup and lipstick those breasts again and the orgy will continue."

The four of them went to clean up and I sat by myself, smoking the hookah, anticipating the ass fuck to be performed on Denise. In all my threesomes, foursomes and sexual adventures I had never desired to possess a woman's ass as much as I now wanted to part her cheeks open and sink my cock in her rosebud hole.

Manning was the first one to return, sitting down on a curule chair, toking weed from the hookah pipe.

"Man," he said, "I've never had a time like tonight. This is great."

I nodded in agreement.

"Those women are phenomenal," he continued saying, "And when I saw you and my wife...phenomenal, just incredible. It was the most exciting thing I've ever seen." 

"Denise," I said, "Has responded very well. You don't have to worry about your sex life because she will go along with most anything. She crossed the line and she enjoys it."

"It's phenomenal," he repeated, "We must do this again. I don't think I can get it up anymore."

"You will," I said, "because I'm going to fuck your wife's ass and that is going to set you off like a grenade without a pin."

He nodded with a leering smile. I was getting hard thinking about penetrating Denise's succulent rear. 

Our conversation stopped with the return of the three women. All looked good but Denise was sensational, her nipples and areolas covered with red lipstick, her ivory skin flawless in the hue of melting candles as their light lessened, the night air bringing a breeze from the ocean as we smoked from the hookah and drank two more bottles of wine.

Denise moved to the love seat with me. Without much talking we began kissing open mouthed, her breathing shallow, hands softly caressing my dick. I moved my head down to her tits, tasting the lipstick on her both nipples, catching her hardened breast tips with my teeth, teasing, nibbling, tongue licking her areolas as my hand caressed her cunt and two of my fingers slid into her wet slit.

"I want your ass," I whispered softly into her ear, "I want to posses you."

"You can have me," she whispered back softly, "I'm ready. I lubricated my rear when I went to clean up. My ass is ready and waiting for your cock. Take me, fuck me, use my ass as you wish."

Before I could react delightedly, Denise turned around, straddling the thin, backless love couch, her feet firm on the pool deck, her body bent at the waist, elbows supporting her weight on the upholstered couch, her ass thrust in the air, opening slightly, waiting for me to defile it, penetrate it, climaxing deep inside. 

"Fuck my ass, Eduardo," she said loudly as she looked at her husband, "I want to be fucked hard."

I was truly excited. I felt hot. My skin was covered by a thin sheet of musky sweat, hormones kicking to maximum levels of sexual hunger. Before entering her, I spanked her ass cheeks softly, kissed her ivory white flesh, the tip of my tongue teasing her rear entrance as she groaned in delight, opening her legs more, offering her holes. I placed my cock head against her rosebud opening and enjoyed a brief moment of stillness, a pause before penetration, a second of teasing anticipation. 

"Don't tease me," she said, "Just fuck me. Use me like a whore. Take my ass now, please..."

I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, spreading her wide as I entered her, my cock sinking into her lubricated rosebud hole. Her ass felt tight but she did not complain, only moaned in passion. My shaft slid into her rosebud hole inch by inch, filling her slowly as she helped the anal ravaging, moaning loudly, pushing back, hips pumping as she accepted the intruding flesh, clenching her ass on my cock. 

I pumped my hips and my balls rubbed against her clit with each pounding stroke. She 

pushed back more and whimpered in delight as I pumped my meat deep inside her soft rear.

"Come on," I said to Manning, "Let your wife have two cocks."

Manning stood up like a man in a trance and walked towards us. Standing at one end of the couch, he grasped Denise's redheaded mane of hair in one hand as his cock slid into her opened mouth.

Our tempo increased, we picked up speed, fucking in a frenzy of absolute raw lust, of pure enjoyment of the moment. Hips moved faster and although she had a mouthful of cock, Denise was moaning like a wild animal as she rammed her white ass back against my belly.

Manning came first, about a minute after he placed his cock in his wife's mouth. Denise and I came soon after, my body pressed against her ass, my dick embedded inside her, my cream filling her up as she moaned deep, climaxing once more. 

I was totally drained. I dove into the pool and floated on my back for several minutes. Manning came into the pool.

"Eduardo," he said, "This was phenomenal. We must do more get togethers."

"I totally agree," I answered, "I totally agree."

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The Young Actor Likes...



"Come," he said, "let's go to my bedroom."

I took his hand. I was nervous and very excited. As I stood up from my chair, he reached for me, pulled me gently towards him and kissed me.

I was crossing the line and I was going to enjoy every second.

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We started out by making out on the living room couch, kissing and nibbling like teenagers. Shelley was bursting with sexual energy. Her lips were soft and moist and her breathing was uneven. I undressed her slowly, touching, probing, teasing with my fingers as I kissed her lips, neck and forehead. She made little whimpering sounds, tiny moans of pleasure as her body trembled slightly and she opened herself to me.

We kissed each other's face, neck and shoulders. I nibbled her breasts, my teeth and tongue teasing, chewing, playing with her, doing things that excited her. She moaned loudly, making animal noises. We walked naked from the living room to the bedroom and reached for each other in bed.

Shelley had a thick, hairy bush and I buried my face in it, licking at the clit, feeling her respond with a small jerk of her body. We went into a sixty-nine position and I tasted her sweet juice and felt the feverish heat of her warm flesh, as I licked her clit and folds, swirling and swallowing. 

I grabbed her round asscheeks with my hands, opening her slit even more as she pushed into me, face fucking me as she let out an animal moan and her mouth covered my cock head, her tongue rolling around the shaft. I kept on eating her, my hands feeling her tits, the fingers rubbing the hard nipples as she continued licking me, raking my balls with her fingernails.

"You like this, Shelley?" I asked, "Do you like the way I eat you and the feel of my cock in your mouth?"

My words were magic. The moment I said them, she looked at me, her eyes glazed and she shivered in orgasm.

"Good girl," I said, "That's the first of many to come. Now, keep licking me. I am going to come in your mouth."

We were both in heat and we developed a good rythm, her head bobbing up and down on my cock, my hands holding her head, guiding her to my tempo. I was deep inside her mouth and it was a sweet feeling,

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I cheated on my husband.

While he sat around his engineering office in Tampa, I was in Miami Beach, buck naked in a strange bed, sucking a young actor's thick, fat cock.

His cock was thicker than my husband's and the hardness was forged iron. 

I had crossed the line into a new realm. After years of straight marriage and bland sex I was now sucking a young man's meat as he returned the favor, his face between my legs. It was dirty and I was very aroused. Once I crossed the line, I did not feel guilt, but only enjoyment at the feel of the cock in my mouth. His hips moved back and forth and his meat slid on my wet tongue. 

I sucked him hard as my nails raked his balls, while he grasped my ass and ate me to a smooth orgasm.

He ate my pussy with expert finesse, with a rythm. He tongue fucked me, licked my gaping wet slit from top to bottom, backwards, then bottom to top, nibbling at my clit. I had a smooth, very nice orgasm and he touched me tenderly, reassuring me as his hips increased the speed tempo of the sliding cock in my mouth. I wanted more. I sucked his cock hard and he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed. 

Three minutes later, I was still trying to catch my breath when I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my cunt.

"Oh," I said, "You are still hard..."

Eduardo was above me, his weight coming down on me, his fat cock sliding into the wet folds of my cunt. He pumped his hips, pushing his dick deep into me and I responded, grunting with animal pleasure, opening my legs more, feeling his meat lodged tight inside me. 

Sex had never been so erotic or wantonly wicked. I contracted my cunt muscles, squeezing his thickness and he gasped in delight. I was loving his cock inside me. I rolled over, now on top, opened my legs wide and pushed down on his thick head, feeling his hardness inside me. I was filled with lust and the more Eduardo talked to me, the more excited I became. 

"I like this," he said, "I like my cock inside you...Shelley, you are so wet...I love to bury my cock inside you."

My husband never talked much during lovemaking and the language Eduardo used, aroused me beyond belief.

"Yes," I said, "Yes...fuck me, talk to me."

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I fucked her with passion, with desire, moving my hips, my meat dancing inside her. She moaned and tightened her cunt as I pumped my hips in grinding motion.

"Oh, Shelley," I said, "I love being inside you...You are a sweet fuck..."

"You are a sweet fuck also," she answered, "Fuck me hard... give me what I'm not getting."

The remark about her husband surprised me, but if that's the way she wanted to play, I was willing to roll with it...

"Yes," I said, "I'll give you what you want. What do you want?"

"Your cock, Eduardo. Fuck me with your fat cock."

"Am I a better than your husband?"

"Oh, yes, you dirty boy... you fuck better than he ever did..."

"Here, Shelley...feel it? How deep I am? Look at me while I fuck you... look at me... look at me while I fuck you."

Our eyes locked and we pushed, groaned and exploded in orgasm together, as we lost ourselves in each other's stare.

There's nothing better than a mature woman.