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Game Day

By: Deadwood



Amy Lynn Steele had an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she placed her bare feet onto the cool slate tiled floor of the bathroom and checked her watch. She knew she was not late, in fact she was running almost a half hour early, an almost unheard of phenomenon in her busy life. Now she hesitated, but not because she was getting ready a half hour early and could afford the time to lallygag a bit, but because on the bathroom vanity lay a satchel of provocative clothes. Twice she started to pick up the bag, and twice she put it back down. There would have been no hesitation if she was going to wear the little uniform for her husband, but with her husband's boss and co-workers in the house, Amy knew what sort of image she would be presenting them.

As the sounds of skates sliding over ice reached her ears, and the pre-game babble of excited announcers began their coverage of the first game of the Stanley Cup Final's, Amy reached into the bag and pulled out the colorful uniform. It hardly made for a handful of clothing, and with a surge of courage that came from the conflict of exhibitionism and fear, Amy began to slide her petite frame into the same cheerleading uniform she had squeezed her body into only six months before.

Her husband Gary certainly was not perfect, but he had spent the last ten years married to a wench that did not appreciate his dedication to his children. For years he had went without luxuries to provide for his family, only to have to fight for every nickel and dime he could get at the divorce hearing. As his new wife, Amy wanted to right that wrong and had a two part plan to give her sports-crazed husband a perfect Superbowl Sunday.

The first part came with the delivery of a large screen television. Costing more than her engagement and wedding rings combined, Amy had signed the loan agreement for the plasma screen television without hesitation and was not surprised to learn that a his co-workers and boss would be joining him for the festive football day, eager to see the ultimate game on the ultimate television. Continuing with that ultimate theme, Amy received another delivery, but this time it was much smaller and much less expensive. Parading around in a sassy cheerleading outfit, Amy knew she would be the ultimate host for her husband's Super Bowl Party.

For the Superbowl Party however, Amy was not as much nervous as much as she was excited. Knowing her husband would be thrilled to have his beautiful wife dress the part, she remembered putting on the tight uniform. Everything about the uniform was wrong; from the predominately dark crimson red color of the uniform she ordered to match the colors of her husband's team, to the tight stretchy fabric. She had ordered it a size smaller than what she normally wore, and was not disappointed when the polyester top clung tightly to her chest, billowing out and hinting at the extra cleavage that such a tight top produced. The bottom half of the outfit did not disappoint either. The soft pleated skirt clung tightly to her shapely hips and bottom with a hemline that hovered well above the halfway point from her waist to her knees. She knew most cheerleaders did not wear nylons underneath their skirts, but to give her winter legs a tanned and evenly toned look, Amy opted for them on that cold blustery January day. The very sheer, tan nylons almost were invisible however when she laced up her red and white canvas shoes over matching red and white slouch socks. Stepping out from the kitchen with a tray full of finger rolls and a handful of long necks, Amy distinctly remembered the look of amazement on the men's faces as she strutted about the room and delivered the food.

"Now this is a perfect Superbowl Party," she remembered Jack saying as he grinned at Gary.

"I'd say," came his boss's reply. "A great T.V. and an even better hostess. You got it made my friend."

Amy did not bother to ruin the moment with words. She was content to let the men look at their hostess with awe as she delivered their beers and let them pick the diminutive sandwiches of tuna, ham and egg salad. She made her delivery to her husband last and added a kiss to his cheek for added measure before sitting down beside him. As she placed her long legs onto the coffee table and cracked her own beer, Gary could not help but ask her about her recent deluge of generosity.

"What do I owe you for all of this?"

"Nothing, you're a good husband, you deserve this," Amy said, watching his hand slowly sink to her thigh and gently rub it right up to the hemline of the short pleated skirt. She also watched as the other two men looked on with jealousy. Amy only gave her husband a wanton smile that promised the outfit would come off in the heat of passion later that night.

For much of the game Amy played the part of hostess well, fetching beers, retrieving trays of food and making sure their empty bottles were promptly picked up. Between these tasks, she drank a few beers herself, watched as much of the game as her hostess duties allowed and struck up a conversation with her husband's boss. They had a few things in common and the two chatted up quite the storm between stoppages in plays, commercials and the endless statistics that the announcers never seemed to tire from reciting.

As another commercial presented itself upon yet another stoppage of play, Gary excused himself to go to the bathroom while Amy was beginning to crave a cigarette. Since Gary did not smoke, a concession was made that she could only smoke in the garage and as she made her way there, Gary's boss followed her.

As Amy leaned up against Gary's workbench puffing smoke out of her lungs, his boss promptly lit up a cigar and blew smoke rings as their conversation continued between their inhalation of the toxic smoke. As they chatted, Amy was sure she could see the mans crotch, bulging from an erection he was trying to suppress.

She was not offended, for Amy knew what sort of image she presented in the skimpy cheerleading outfit and tried not to smile as the unheated garage made her chilly, and thus made her nipples stand out just a bit more. Trying to hide what her own body could not, Amy turned from the man as she pretended to look out the back window at the snow drifting around the hedge. As she did so, it was just the situation Gary's boss was hoping for.

He had been toying with a roll of duct tape as he smoked his cigar, but now he put it to sinister use. Just as Amy heard the duct tape being ripped from the roll, she turned to see John charging towards her. Before she could even get a scream out, he had placed the duct tape around her mouth. Grabbing her arms from behind, he pushed her across the workbench and began to add a few wraps of tape around her wrists as well.

Amy kicked and screamed, but her soft shoes and awkward position came harmlessly upon her attacker, and her screams were barely audible, let alone penetrated the insulated walls of the garage and the sounds of the full surround sound television belting out the details of the game.

"No. No. No, "Amy muffled out through the silvery tape, but all to no avail. In an instant John was behind her, grabbing at her mini-skirt and hiking it up to her waist. As she squirmed helplessly, John placed his thumbnail up to the reinforced crotch of her nylons, and easily ripped a gaping hole in them. Amy cried out at the degrading result and tried to clamp her legs tightly together as he used a single hand to unbuckle his belt, undo the front of his trousers and push his pants and underwear down to his knees in one fell swoop.

In her awkward position is was fruitless to resist. She felt the man settle between the apex of her legs, felt his uncircumcised tip split her outer lips and then reach her neither hole. She cried out once more, still holding desperately onto the idea of being monogamous all through her married life.

"But you're married," she moaned through the tape.

"But not to a woman like you. So fine, so pretty, so thrilling..."

And then her husband's boss thrust forward, shocking her body into submission as she opened, barely, but enough for her to feel the pain of the attack as he began to send his cock into the young woman twenty years his junior.

Amy made a loud muffled cry as his blunt ended shaft sunk into her a few inches. She was not sure if it was his untapered shaft, or if he was actually bigger than most of the men she had ever slept with, but his finger had not adequately opened her for what she was going to take. Tears began to stream down her face from the pain, but Amy's captor was not about to let her reluctance stop him from getting his pleasure. 

"I like tight girls Amy," he said, and she knew he must have been on cloud nine as he forced his way inside her snug vagina.

Amy felt like she was tearing inside, an intense burning coming from the friction of having him forcing his way within her. As he opened her up millimeter by millimeter, she fought to maintain her balance. Amy obviously was on a precarious perch, teetering on the tip toes of her canvas shoes and slouched forward over the workbench. Only the heavily planked bench top against her waistline kept her immobile enough for him to shove his raging hard on the rest of the way into her.

"I think you're the tightest woman I've ever had."

"That's because I don't want this," she mumbled only half-audibly through the silvery, sticky tape.

"Right, like you didn't want to be ogled at wearing an outfit like that?"

"I only dressed for the football game," she said, now too upset to continue talking as tears streamed down her face.

He was not bothered by that fact, or the fact that she cringed every time he placed a kiss around her neck and shoulders. When he swooped in with his hands to cup her breasts and knead her nipples, it did have the effect of making Amy slicker inside.

"You make a beautiful cheerleader," he lamented, and plunged his cock in and out of her quicker and quicker. His kneading hands helped in that regard; confusing her body into thinking that this was something she actually wanted and let her pussy ease around his prick.

He quickly moved inside of her, banging her into the edge of the bench top that she tried to keep in check so that their noises did not radiate into the living room and the football party it contained. It was difficult at best, and once when he gave her a very hard shove that sent her hips gyrating, Amy heard the radial arm saw of her husband rattle on its mounts. She cringed at the sound it made, and was not surprised when a few moments later, the door to the living room slowly swung open. 

Gary stood at the door of the garage with his jaw gaped widely open. Before him stood his wife, bound up with duct tape as his boss pressed his partially nude body deeper into her vagina. He could see tears streaming down her eyes as the older man behind her clearly took what he sought. Her body jerked and bounced into the bench top, her young supine body shaking from her fear and tears as he forced himself within her depths again and again. Still he did not stop, even upon seeing Gary step into the garage.

He was close anyway. To close to stop and it mattered little what the consequences were. He had taken the young vixen and had no regrets about it. Then came three hard shoves and he could feel the unstoppable feeling well up in his balls. It surged, swelled and then released itself inside the woman in a rush of hot, thick liquid that shot deep into her womb. He pounded into her a few more times for good measure even as he was going soft, then let it slow to an ooze before he withdrew his flaccid member with a pop and looked at Gary with a sheepish grin.

Gary gave him a stern look, but did not move. He did not jump in a punch him like Amy thought he would do. He did not even grab him by the scuff of the neck and throw him through the garage door in anger. Instead he grinned, a sly little grin in a way that Amy had never seen him grin before, and then thumbed his boss towards the door leading to the living room as he stepped deeper into the garage.

As his boss began to hoist his pants to a more respectable level, Amy watched from the corner of her eye as Gary lowered his. In shock, Amy felt her own husband move up behind her vulnerable position and insert himself in the same soiled hole that his boss had just exited. As she began to cry again from the added indignation and willingness to share his own wife, Amy felt her husband's familiar shaft begin to fill her sore and already used vagina again.

"Oh Amy you slut. You fucking slut," she heard him say as he began to thrash into her harder and faster than she ever had before. ""God I love this...I love sloppy seconds."

Amy was a rush of emotions as she realized she had allowed her husband's perverted fetish to come out. She wanted the entire ordeal to stop, for their monogamous relationship to continue, for their marriage to endure as it was supposed to. Not like this, not some pent-up sick passion wrought with violence and non-consent.

Yet with this indignation came another feeling, a feeling so deep and disturbed that Amy never knew it existed. Sure she had fantasies about rape, but she always thought they were just that, fantasies. Now that it was real she felt scared, helpless and vulnerable. But with those feelings came freedom, excitement and thrill.

It felt so different for her. The same sweet shaft of her husband, but it felt so odd, his thrusts pumping another mans semen deeper into her womb as her husband swooned with the feelings of sharing his wife. She could tell it was more than a novelty, more than an interesting turn of events, but a deep primal need that she never knew existed. She could tell this by the extent of his hardness, the extent in which he ground into her, pushing and forcing, enjoying his wife beyond words and gentleness.

As this awareness awakened in tune with her husband, she realized her body was welling up as well. As Gary gave one final push to consummate his ultimate fantasy, she exploded with him. As round after round of pent-up baby batter jettisoned inside her, far powerful then any orgasm she had ever shared with him before, a deep sense of satisfaction overtook her. That very thought extended her release, a mixture of additional man-seed mixing with her own powerful orgasm as she rocked with him upon the workbench, shaking it vigorously despite its heavy construction. His final act was to kiss the nape of her neck and draw out the length of her auburn hair as he slowly went soft within her.

"I suppose...I suppose you want a divorce," he asked her quietly?

"I don't know what I want right now," Amy remembered herself saying nearly five months before. She then remembered her duct tape restraints being removed and fleeing as quickly as possible to the refuge of the bathroom where she took the longest shower of her entire life.

Now Amy stood in the very same bathroom remembering that fateful day. She looked down upon the very cheerleading uniform she had worn for the men that day; the very men that were now in her home for the Stanley Cup Finals. As she thought about her husband's boss taking her so quickly, so roughly that day, she began to think about her husbands surprising reaction, and her own reaction to a fantasy realized. She then flashed a wanton smile into the mirror and knew she could do this again. In fact, as her vagina grew damp at the very thought of her fantasy realized, she secretly hoped the Stanley Cup Play-Offs would go into all seven games.

Game Day



Game day was always one of her favorite get-togethers but this one was going to be mind blowing, she just knew it. Nikki was just starting to get ready for tonight's fun, she had the package from her husband sitting on the bed, it was still unopened, just as he had requested. She was allowed to open it once she had washed and prepared herself for the evening.

She dropped her shower wrap on the edge of the sink in the bathroom, and stepped into the steaming shower. Nikki loved the feel of the hot water first touching and flowing down her long, firm body. Today she would not waste time, she had to be ready when Kevin, her husband, got here. He had also told her that she was not allowed to pleasure herself this evening, he wanted her to be 'fresh' and waiting. So she washed her long wavy brown hair and lathered body wash from her ears over her full breasts, bellybutton, pussy and butt, down to her toes.

Once done and dry she was ready to open the package and see what she would be wearing tonight. What she pulled out was a series of leather straps and some beautiful blue fabric that was so sheer she could see every detail of her hand through it. At the bottom of the box was a sealed letter that had "After you're dressed." written on it.

The top that Nikki put on was made of super soft leather, but it's only function was to hold her generous breasts on a 'shelf' formed from the two wide straps. As she tightened the top it drew her breasts up higher and closer together, making them look fuller and more inviting, so that any observer would be even more enticed to touch and suck on them. The lower part of her outfit was a low hip-slung belt of silver that hugged her wide hips perfectly. It had small silver bells along the edge and the sheer fabric attached to the sides. At the ankles there were ties so that the gauze covered her legs, but not much else. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and saw a sexy harem woman just waiting for her master. Nikki loved her outfit and already her body was heating up, eager for the night with all its promised surprises to begin. Turning back to the bed she pulled the letter from the bottom of the box and opened it.

"Here are some clues about tonight, my love." Kevin had written. "From the way you reacted last game night I thought you would enjoy this twist. I will come for you at 8 o'clock sharp. I will bring a cloak and a blindfold. The cloak you will lose once we get where we are going, but the blindfold you will wear the entire night. I have invited a few friends, people we trust, but you won't know who, or exactly how many there are. You will do anything asked of you, and you may only speak when answering a question. I am going to enjoy you, and enjoy watching you tonight."

She set the letter down, and walked out into the living room feeling her heat rise as she considered the contents of the letter. As she sat on the couch she heard a key in the lock on the front door, and in stepped her boyfriend. Kevin was a good 5" taller than her, he had light brown hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, storm gray eyes, his skin tanned from his love of the sun, and an athletic body. Over his left arm were the promised items, and when he saw Nikki his hand froze as it was reaching for the light switch.

"Oh, yes." He spoke as he walked over to her, pushing the door shut. Leaving the hall light as the sole source of illumination. He could see her breasts quivering slightly as she tried to keep herself still.

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Kevin had picked out Nikki's outfit, and had a good mental picture of what it would look like, but seeing this beautiful creature in her finery was stunning. He could feel his body stirring and with the knowledge of what the evening held in store for his wife gave him an added thrill of excitement. As he walked across the room he watched as she slid her hands along her body, down her sides and over her thighs as his gaze seemed to heat her flesh every where he looked. Nodding as he noticed that she obeyed his earlier command to not please herself, keeping her hands away from her breasts and crotch.

"That looks very nice," He murmured, "All that smooth flesh bare, so tempting." He leaned over to kiss her, gently at first, then he took her mouth harder, hinting at the rough play to come later. "How hot and wet has this gotten you, my pet?" He slid his hand down her exposed side, fingers whispering over her belt, making the bells chime, and slipping over her shaved pussy. She whimpered a little as he slowly slid a finger into the dampness between her legs. He held back a groan and fought to control himself, to keep from pushing her back and taking her right there.

"Mmm... yes, my baby is so ready for tonight's fun, isn't she?" His husky voice rumbled. Nikki could only nod and gasp as Kevin slid two fingers into her, and he could see the ripples of feeling that ran through her body echoed in her face. She made a small sound of disappointment when he drew his hand away. He licked one finger, then set the other on her lip and smiled as she sucked her own juices off of it.

"Stand up." He said, and when she did he put her collar on her. It was dark blue with small silver bells on it, that tinkled softly like the ones on her belt. Then he tied the blindfold on, taking away her sight as he asked, "You read the instructions, yes?" Nikki nodded. "Are you ready?" He questioned.

"Very much so." Nikki replied. Kevin smiled at his wife, put the full length cloak on her, hooked a velvet cord to her collar and lead her out the door to his car.

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During the drive Nikki kept silent, but her mind was racing. She had no real idea what to expect, where they were going, or who was going to be there. She guessed that she was going to be the entertainment or possibly a prize for the winner of tonight's game. Mixed with the excitement that was flowing through her body was a little fear. She knew that Kevin would never let anything bad happen to her, so it was not really a fear of pain. At least, no more pain then she could handle. It was a fear of the unknown, the darkness that he had put her into, and that she had willingly agreed to.

Once they reached their destination and the car stopped she heard Kevin get out, his door shut, a few moments of silence then her door being opened and she was being helped out of the car. As he lifted her up he whispered, "I will be watching you always, no matter if it's me touching your body or if someone else is. Enjoy yourself and don't be scared to just let go." Then his body heat was gone, but she felt a tug from the lead he had attached to her collar, so with a secret smile on her lips she stepped forward.

She was led up a few steps, then through a doorway. When the door shut behind her the sounds of the street disappeared. They were inside in a quiet room Nikki guessed was empty but for them, and Kevin had her stop. She could hear muffled music and talking (quite a few male voices) as if it were all coming through a wall. Her hands were lifted and a goblet was placed there.

"Here is some wine with a little surprise in it." His voice rumbled in the room, and knowing that her husband would never harm her, Nikki drank. "The surprise," Kevin continued, "Will just enhance what you feel. Whether you are touched here," He trailed a hand down her neck. "Here," His hand grazed a nipple as he slipped her cloak off. "Or here," He said as the skin right above her clit was flicked, making Nikki twitch and stifle a moan. "Your body will tingle and pleasure will come in waves." Nikki finished the last of the wine, and felt the first warm flush start to spread from her belly out as the cup was taken away.

"Now, you will wait here a moment more. You know the rules. No speaking, and no peaking." Then a door was opened and noise flooded in. Music with a seductive beat, men talking and laughing, then it was muted again after the door closed. She didn't know if there was anything to sit on so she stood and after a minute shifted her weight. When she did her body suddenly felt like it was being brushed by a warm breeze with a tingle chasing it. When that tingle hit her pussy she gasped and moaned in pleasure. Kevin was right, she thought, her body felt alive and all she wanted was to be touched, to feel that tingle again. As she guiltily ran her hands over her breasts she could hear Kevin in the other room, calling everyone's attention.

"Tonight's prize is one that I know we will all enjoy." She heard his muted voice say as the music faded. "If you win a pot, you may tease her. If you win a round, you may play with her. If you win between tables, you may pleasure yourself with her. If you win the tourney... you may have an hour with her." Nikki realized now that she was indeed going to be a prize, but not just to the ultimate winner. She was going to be a prize many times over. She moaned softly, let her head roll back a little as she ran her hands down her sides, and swayed her body again anticipating the tingle this time. Sounds returned as the was door opened, this time when the music washed over her, every throb made her want to move.

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Kevin looked at a fellow sitting on a chair facing Nikki in the room she was standing in, got a nod, a grin and a thumbs up. He grinned back and picked up the lead to his wife's collar. He pulled gently and she slowly walked forward into the game room. Murmurs, approving whispers, whistles and a few cat calls were to be heard as she was lead through the midst of them.

"Here is a cushion for you to sit on." Kevin said to her, as he helped her down to lounge in it's silky support. "Let the games begin!" He announced and the music picked back up. As the men played and appreciated the beautiful and tempting prize, Nikki was fed treats and given more wine, and the men played cards.

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"Haha! I've won!" A deep voice called out after a quick round, and Nikki felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her. The voice continued, "I request that my prize would be to see her dance for us."

"Very well," Kevin's voice answered from next to her. Nikki was lifted and the music merged into a rolling erotic tempo. The wine and surprise was singing inside her, and the music carried her off. Her body started to sway, and the pleasure of movement had her rising and the pressure in her building. Her breasts bounced and when she arched her back they strained at the leather, practically begging for a caress. Her belt jingled softly with every tilt of her hips, and the gauze fluttered about her, caressing her legs and hiding nothing from the eyes that watched. As she swayed, the tingle chased her and her pussy juices started trickling down the inside of her thighs. She could imagine every man there growing hard.

Nikki was called back to her cushion and the games resumed. This time when she sat down her legs were arranged so she sat with her thighs wide, her damp, puffy pink lips fully exposed. Someone (Nikki guessed it was Kevin or possibly the winner) took a soft cloth and ran it up her legs, wiping the fluid up, then ran the cloth over her clit, sending her to the brink of a shuddering orgasm.

"Looks like she has plenty of lube to go around, aye boys?" Someone called out. Nikki was a little shy, but with the help of the wine and surprise working for her she was enjoying the attention and the promise of more to come. She leaned back and rolled her hips, knowing that she was what every man in there was craving.

"Ha! It's my turn now, guys." A younger voice called out a few minutes later as he made his way over to Nikki's seat. The only warning she had was hearing him kneel near her, then she had a finger being run up her damp slit, making her moan sensually. The finger trailed up her belly, over her breasts and then was pressed into her mouth for her to suck on. His other hand caressed her breast, then caught a nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed. Nikki let out a low wail as waves of pleasure jolted from her breast down to her hot pussy.

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Seeing that her slit was damp again the guy picked up an empty long-neck beer bottle and grinned wickedly at his friends. As he reached down and spread her pouting lips he dipped the bottle mouth first into the cooler that had ice water and more beers floating in it and held it there. Then just as Nikki's breathing had smoothed out he lifted the bottle out of the water and set the cold wet glass against her pussy. When she felt the ice cold glass against her heat, her body arched back, begging for it. He slowly pushed the bottle in a few inches, Nikki gasped and moaned and more pearly liquid poured over the bottle. "Oh, god." He said, "I have to win this tonight." He gave the bottle a couple of pumps, sending shock waves rocking though Nikki's body making her hips jerk, then took it away, leaving her gasping on the cushion.

The next winner came up and without saying anything, latched his mouth on one of her nipples and spread her pussy lips back, exposing her clit. Then, in time with nips of his teeth at her nipple, he flicked that sensitive nub with a finger rocking her world. Nikki was now in a haze from wine, pleasure and about to cry if someone didn't stick his cock in her soon.

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Kevin was the next winner and instead of letting Nikki know it was him he decided to reach into his bag of goodies and pulled out a dildo with a vibrating head. He got in front of Nikki and pushed her back on the seat so she was reclining with her pussy wide open, exposed to everyone in the room, and waiting. He used his fingers to open her moist lips wide, slid the tip of the dildo over her clit, then slipped just the first inch or two into her.

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Nikki was whimpering softly, trying to keep her body still. When the thing that was in her started to vibrate she jumped a little and let out a low moan, rocking her hips forward just before the dildo was quickly pushed to the hilt into her wet pussy. Her head fell back as she almost screamed from the ecstasy that flooded her body. The big cock started pumping slowly, then faster as Nikki's responses grew louder. She felt two men grab her wrists and two others captured her ankles, the cards forgotten, as she was driven over that edge. She came in a body racking, pussy soaking, screaming wave that had every guy there hard as rock and eager to bury himself in her tight heat.

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The men decided that the next hand of cards would determine the final winner, and while Nikki lay recovering from the dildo, sipping wine, that final round was played. A voice Nikki didn't recognize said, "That's it boys. I win the final prize. But I'll be nice and collect it right here instead of taking her to the other room." The speaker's voice had slowly grown louder as he approached Nikki's seat. Now she felt his hands slide from her ankles up her legs, over her hips, and up her sides to brush her sensitive nipples. Then he cupped her breasts and pinched one of her erect buds as his mouth latched onto the other. His other hand slipped down to slide two fingers into her still throbbing pussy.

"Mmm, just feel how hot and wet you are. Ready for me to plunder you, beautiful?"

Nikki breathed, "Oh, yes. Please..." She rocked her hips into his hand, and he put three fingers into her and spread them, stretching her sheath and making her gasp and groan. Then his hand left her and Nikki almost said something, but remembered the rules. She felt a mouth cover her pussy, and as her hips jumped up, hands grabbed her butt holding her there. She could feel his tongue probing into her heat, licking her juices and flicking over her clit. There were hands also on her breasts, squeezing, and pinching, pulling at her nipples. It was too much to bear, she screamed as she came into the mouth, and could feel him sucking and licking her juices up.

The next thing she knew she was being flipped onto her hands and knees, the cushion supporting her stomach leaving her breasts hanging free. Her wrists and ankles were once again captured and held. Nikki felt a thrill run through her at the thought of all these men watching her, more then likely all with their cocks out, all with their eyes on her. The men holding her legs spread her thighs wider, opening her up and getting her ready. Then she had the wonderful feeling of the velvety head of a dick being pressed against her pussy. She tilted her hips up, begging for more, felt hands grabbing her hips, and then a thick cock being slowly pushed into her. When the ridge of it's head popped into her she twitched and moaned, pushing back into him, begging for more. The juices of her cunt made his full entry so smooth into her tight heat, Nikki and the man both moaned at the same time. He pulled back, inching out of her, then he slammed himself into her, making her cry out and gasp.

Then the dick left her and she could feel a dildo being slid into her pussy, pumped a few times, then it disappeared. As she felt the head of the dick slipped back into her wet sheath she felt the toy being pressed against her anus. She moaned, tossed her head back and rocked her hips making the cock and dildo slide deep into her.

As the winner of Game Night continued to pump into her she felt a hand on her chin and a thumb on her lip. She opened her mouth to suck on the thumb but got another cock. As the man behind her pounded into her it made her mouth fuck the cock in front of her. She hummed in pleasure and could feel the vibrations of her voice in the cock on her tongue.

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Kevin looked up from Nikki's lips on his cock and grinned at his friend who was fucking her. His friend grinned back and pulled back his hand then slapped her ass hard leaving a red hand print instantly. She wailed against the cock in her mouth and bucked her hips up into his groin. As she was being fucked from both ends Kevin glanced around the small room at the guys he had selected. Some had known what tonight's prize was going to be, and others he kept in the dark just so he could see their faces now. They were all gathered around his beautiful wife, cocks out and hands pumping away as they watched and listened to her moans and wails. Their eyes were glued on her body, bare ass in the air, breasts hanging over the edge of the cushion and being bounced back and forth. A cock in her pussy, toy in her ass and her lips wrapped around his dick. God he loved this woman.

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Nikki could feel the orgasm building, the cock in her pussy was thick and she loved the feel of him stretching her. The added pleasure of the toy in her ass made her feel every movement the man did that much more. She tilted her hips and could feel his balls slapping her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. The dick in her mouth she knew, she loved to please her husband this way. The ridges and veins in Kevin's shaft were well known to her, and she knew just what he liked. She lifted her chin and swirled her tongue across the bottom of his cock as the head fucked her throat. The hands on her wrists and ankles were jerking as those men were pumping their cocks watching her get fucked two ways. All this attention and the desire she felt from the room gave her this extra thrill that she had never really guessed was there to be had. She moaned against one cock as the other drove her off the edge.

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With Nikki's pussy clamping on his dick the friend got a nod from Kevin and they both pounded into her hard a few more times then came almost at the same time. One pulsing into her cunt, the other exploding into her mouth, cum sliding down her throat. Kevin had a handful of her hair and groaned as she sucked every drop of cum that she could out of his body.

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The cock in her pussy finished its pulsing, her ass was given one more good smack and she could feel him pull out of her letting his cum and her juices run down her legs. There were moans and grunts of the men all around her as they all brought themselves to climax and she could feel cum being squirted all over her body. Hot sticky globs landing on her back, sides, ass and face.




Game Day



Later as Kevin drove her home, still with the blindfold on and once again wrapped in the cloak, he asked her, "Did you enjoy tonight?" She grinned where she was laying back in the seat, super relaxed and asked,

"When is the next Game Day?"



Game Day



Another note, sent unexpectedly. 

"Meet me at the game, wear something worthy of your new position, take a cab." 

Well...how should I know what that means I thought to myself?

A football game and business wear do not go hand in hand!

I finally decided on a pair of tiny black shorts, and a Raiders jersey, cut to wear off one shoulder. I opted to skip a bra- counting on a cool breeze that day. 

A pair of sexy but not too complicated heels, and a pair of bright aqua blue panties and I was set.

I hopped in a cab as directed and found myself outside the stadium moments later.

I could feel several admiring glances as I wandered through the crowd, and felt a small jolt when I practically ran into my "new" boss. 

I straightend and smiled a little, happy to see him, not really knowing what to expect.

He took his time, checking out my body, and I waited patiently enjoying the way he smiled arrogantly upon seeing my jersey, his favorite team.

We moved off to the side, slightly away from the crowd.

"Nicely chosen......" He reached and ran a palm lightly across my chest, pausing to let my nipple harden.

"You Follow orders well, very important in training for your new duties." 

He let go of my breast slowly, stopping to tug hard as he moved his hand away. and held out a ticket.

I reached for it and he smirked a little. 

"Ask nicely....prove to me you really want to be here." He teased.

I felt myself get wet at the sound of his voice, playful, yet demanding. I stepped closer to him, looking up to meet his gaze.

I let my body press against his, my hand cupping him lightly, I rubbed firmly as I spoke lightly in his ear. 

"I'm very excited for the chance to watch a game with you....and play a few of our own, boss."

He groaned a little and pushed me back, spinning me around and then pressing my ass tight against his now hard cock.

"Very good.....the ticket is yours."

He slid it slowly into my hand, his other hand moving down to grab my ass, gripping hard.

"But I think today will be a little more than just a game." 

He grabbed my hand and pushed me back towards the line, and we entered the stadium and found our seats.

I sat down, looking around at the crowd, I was excited to be here as I did enjoy watching football and this would be the first game I had ever seen with him. 

I glanced over and saw him watching me intently, and I let the jersey slip lower on my shoulder, revealing just the very top of my breast.

He smirked and slid his hand under my ass and up to my panty line, I felt his finger slide slowly past the edge of my underwear and pause just at the entrance to my now very wet pussy.

I wiggled around a little wanting more and he reached with his other hand and turned my face to meet his.

"Rule one...when I want to start the game play, I choose when we keep going. You sit there and be a good little girl and maybe you will get a reward."

I blushed a little, both from excitement and from a little annoyance that I didn't get to make any decisions. 

He leaned over to my ear, letting his finger slide in further, his hand hidden behind me, and under me.

"When our team scores, you will get to fuck my hand for 2 minutes and cum if you can, if the other team scores, you will not be allowed to move, not even the tiniest bit for ten minutes while I finger fuck you for as long as I choose and under no circumstances will you cum in that time."

I bit back a moan as he moved his hand around a little, toying with me, his thumb moving up to rub my clit. 

"Understood?" His voce left no room for argument.

"Yes sir," I replied. "I will play by your rules."

He slid his hand out, and I whimpered slightly, now very turned on and frustrated. I could see he was turned on and I wished I could torment him, the way he was toying with me. 

He saw me checking him out and suggestively thrust a little in the air, then looked at me sternly.

"Again, when I say you can play, only then you will." 

We both sat back and watched the game begin.

It only took about ten minutes into game play for the first touchdown...and it was the other team!"

I resigned myself to the next few moments of pure torture as I felt his hand slide down and then in me again, I gasped and he added another finger.

"Remember....don't move" He whispered teasingly

I held completely still as his hand started moving back and forth, in and out....my body ached to move and it took every restraint I had not to thrust my hips or push against him.

He took his time, his eyes never leaving my face, as he slowly but steadily brought me closer and closer to a climax. 

"Good girl." he murmured as he thrust hard one more time and then withdrew his hand. 

I shuddered and tried to focus on anything but the throbbing in my panties.

He leaned over again and let his hand grope my nipple discreetly as he kissed my lips.

"Let's lose those wet things...they are only in the way."

I knew exactly what he meant and nodded, rising to go use the bathroom.

"Two minutes gorgeous....don't be late!"

Well running in heels is something I am pretty good at it, so I did. I went to the bathroom ducked in, removed my shorts, grabbed the panties, stuffing them in my pocket and then dressing quickly and heading back to my seat, almost running.

"Very nice." He remarked as I pressed them in his hands and walked by to sit down.

"Only 10 seconds late."

I looked at him, expecting to see a smile, but he was completely serious, his handsome face stern.

"We will take care of this little indiscretion at halftime, sit down, enjoy the game with me."

I resolved myself to worrying about half time when it happened and being content with focusing on the moment. 

In the next few minutes, our team scored!

I felt his hand move up and two fingers go into me again and I waited expecting him to continue his earlier rhythm. 

He grinned "Oh no, the rule is you get to fuck my hand, not me fuck you."

I blushed, and tried to find a way to do this without it being obvious.

He wiggled a finger, just a little.

"Your down to ninety seconds, but no rush..."

I moved my hips a little, trying not to be too obvious and then moaned very faintly as I found a not too apparent rhythm.

I wanted to cum so bad, and could feel myself getting to the edge again.

He pulled his hand away abruptly. "Times up."

I growled lightly and slumped down in my seat, more frustrated and worked up than ever. 

He glanced over at me, his face relaxed and confident.

"Now, now, I expect good manners from my employees."

I sat up and refrained from any other irratated noises, trying to focus on anything that would make my body calm down.

Several minutes went by, with no further scoring, then it happened, the other team made their second touchdown!

I could not do it, I knew it would take me over the edge and I would cum if he fingered me for ten more minutes. 

I felt his hand slide in again and I about lost it in the first ten seconds.

"Don't disappoint me again...being late was bad enough." 

I found a will I didn't know I even had, and bit back my moans and fought to not orgasm as he again moved in and out.

Thankfully, he only did this for a few moments and then took his fingers out.

"Very good....this will lessen your half time discipline....somewhat."

We watched the game for quite some time and we cheered and booed as both teams came close to scoring, but neither did and suddenly the halftime show began.

He stood, and I looked up at him, checking him out as much as trying to read what he was thinking.

He reached a hand down and I grabbed it, even in heels, he was much taller than me.

He led me out of the stands and to the back of the stadium, finding a hidden area under the stands he pulled me under and pushed me back against a wall.

"You look so damn good in that, but I still want to rip it off your body!" He growled.

He felt up my body roughly, grabbing my ass, pulling my nipples, pushing me tighter against the wall.

He glanced around and then slipped his belt off, and turned me around, sliding my shorts down in one smooth movement.

I tensed, expecting a slap across my ass, and honestly looking forward to it as I enjoyed being spanked.

He surpised my though my tying my wrists with the belt and then hooking them to a low board in the wall, forcing my body to bend, my ass slightly in the air.

He then reached in his pocket and grabbed my panties, pushing them gently but firmly in my mouth, gagging me.

"I need a drink and to take care of a few things, for your lack of respect earlier, you will stay here, eyes on the wall, ass up and bare, and gagged, until I come back. Hopefully no one wanders down here and hopefully I'm not late...like you were.

He slapped my ass and I heard him walk off, leaving me wet, uncertain, worried someone else would wander back here and feeling very sorry indeed I had been late ealier!

To be continued...



Game Day



Copyright 2013, Nicolo Parenti. No commercial use without permission.

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A newly single guy gets a big surprise when a co-worker's wife stops over.

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I was roused from a Saturday afternoon couch nap by an insistent knocking on my apartment door. Rubbing my face to wipe out the sleep stripes, I glanced at the television to see a golf match. Huh. I must have really gone out. Last I remembered there was a ball game on. Who watches TV golf?

I've been in this apartment since my divorce about a year ago. It's not the big suburban home we had, but it's no hovel. Plus, no lawn chores, no snow removal, no repairs. Life's got tradeoffs, and if this is what it costs to end a bad marriage, well, I'm doing better than her. Lucky for us, no kids.

I opened the door to an unexpected sight: the wife of one of my co-workers, Mike, nicely turned out in a slinky cocktail dress and heels. She wasn't exactly tapping her foot, but you could see she was revving. I struggled in my stupor to figure out why she was here. I mainly remembered her because she was the hottest of all the office spouses. Had I forgotten a meeting? Did she need help? 

"Marie, hey, ah, what are you... I mean, how are you? What's going on? Is Mike OK? Are you OK?"

She eased her way past me into the apartment. From the way she scanned the room I think she'd expected bachelor squalor, but that wasn't my style. A decorator had supplied me with 'tastefully understated masculine' to the tune of a few thousand, and I kept it shipshape. Well, dusted.

As she checked the place out, I did the same to her. Five-five, 110 lbs or so, styled red-blonde hair, about my age at thirty-four. Nice trim shape, a runner's body with B-cup tits, strong calves, tight ass. Easy to see because she was dressed to show it, ready for a night out followed by a morning in. And if those pokies were any clue, not encumbered by feminine undergarments.

She stopped and half-turned to me. "John, would you say I'm fuckable?"

I was not ready for that. I mean, would you be? Plus, I was still muzzy from the doze, so my response was a bit below par. Ok, well below par. In fact, it was a gaping stammer, a slack-jawed, mumbling "Wha huh?"

She displayed some impatience. "Am I attractive, John, sexually desirable, somebody men would like to take to bed...? You know, fuckable?"

"Well, shit Marie, sure you are. You know that. Men must hit on you all the time. Lots of guys would love to be in Mike's pants. Shoes. 'Fuckable' is weak, you're better than that, but sure, you're a ten in my book." What the hell was this? I looked around for the crew from Punk'd.

"Then prove it." She turned her back to me. "Zip me out of this dress, take me somewhere and fuck me."

I'm slow sometimes, but when you get my attention I can focus OK. Marie had my attention. Why did I just obey? I don't really know. Maybe when a sexy woman says 'fuck me' it short-circuits the male brain. I lowered the zipper to her waist, revealing a soft, tanned back and confirming the absence of a bra. She shrugged off the sleeves and wriggled a delectable ass out of the bottom half. And still by god, no sign of underwear.

She pivoted, took a step back, and struck a hip-shot pose wearing only her heels. Hell yeah fuckable, and of course she knew it. She had a fox-faced cuteness, with the slightly close-set eyes and direct gaze that suggested intimacy. Perky tits above a smooth torso, tapering to a slim waist that flared to hand-hold hips. Her muff was neatly trimmed and bikini waxed, a half shade darker than her head. Yep, I'd say fuckable. Damn.

I must have stared too long. "Well, John? Do I rate? Ah, yes, that bulge tells me I do. Your turn now, get out of those pants and show me your, ah, appreciation."

She flicked open my belt, zipped me down and pulled the jeans to my ankles. No fooling, I think she'd had some practice. She was right about the bulge, the tent in my briefs could've housed a Tuareg caravan. I helped by yanking off my tee and tossing it aside. Least I could do. When she stripped off my BVDs she almost got slapped by the sproing of a dick. Then she stood and kicked away her pumps, and we were both as naked as could be.

"Mmm, nice one," she said as she reached for my cock. I pulled her close and leaned down (6'2" vs 5'5") to kiss her inviting mouth. I wasn't sure where this had come from, but I was now sure where it was going. She kissed like she meant it, hot and passionate, our tongues searching out and twining, lips slick and greedy. Yowzah.

Her hand never lost its grip. She stroked and tugged, working me to high arousal. I was iron-hard, blood-purple and randy as fuck. She was obviously just as hot, probably even before she knocked on the door. The scent of an aroused woman wafted up from her pussy, and a brush of my hand showed she was already way slippery.

Half my brain was still trying to process. Five minutes ago I was nodding, and Marie was just a nodding acquaintance, someone I'd chat with (and OK, ogle) at the odd company event. Now she was here and we were naked, her pebbly nipples hard against my chest as we chewed each other's faces off. What. The. Fuck.

She broke the kiss. "Bedroom," she whispered hoarsely. "Now. Fuck me."

Short circuit. So we went. I made sure to latch the door in case this was some elaborate setup. I'm not usually paranoid, but, you know? I turned off the golf game too. That shit's just embarrassing.

We stumbled into the bedroom, which I'll bet she didn't even notice was as tastefully appointed and artfully masculine as the living room. She led me to the bed where she flopped onto her back, spread her legs and raised her knees in invitation.

"Do it, John. Show me how fuckable I am." Again with the fuckable. I was starting to sense a pattern.

I almost jumped right on, and yes that would have been fine, because she'd just asked for it. But the sight of her wet and open snatch, plus some experience with women, diverted me. I knelt at her feet and lowered my face to her bush. I worked my tongue around her parts, avoiding the pearl for now, and she clamped my ears in a fleshy vise.

A low, rising growl signaled that I'd chosen wisely. Her sounds became more rhythmic when I worked two fingers into her and teased my tongue along her clit hood. I pumped in and out with a slight curl to prime her G spot as I pressed on the bud. The combination proved explosive. She made me glad I'd chosen a building with good soundproofing. Ah, Jesus loves a howler.

I eased her off the peak, diminuendo. After a few minutes she was back on earth and limp as a string.

"Holy shit, John... shit. How, where, what the fuck did you just do? Do you teach that? What did you touch in there?"

I am modesty itself. "Girl, I just took you where you were already headed. And what a tasty ride. I know you're too sensitive right now, but I could go for seconds later."

"Maybe way later. That was awesome, but I'm not here to find out if I'm lickable. Here, let me wet you up and we can answer the big question."

I hadn't lost any of my heft, but if I had, her oral talents would have revived me in a hurry. She knew as much about sucking cock as I knew about eating pussy, which is plenty. But I didn't want to conclude things like this. I wanted what she wanted, even if I already knew the answer.

"Ease up, Marie, it's real tempting to just fuck your face but you've got more to explore. Flip over and I'll do you doggy."

"Oh, John, in a minute. First just lay me back, pin me down and fuck me like a caveman."

I've heard worse ideas. One caveman coming up.

Way less than half my brain was still questioning things. Whatever else, she was here to get laid. Clearly she had some sort of agenda (duh, ya think?) but right this second it didn't matter one bit what it was.

I squished the head of my dick around her slit to lube it with her juices, making her squirm and thrust to get me inside. I lined up at the pulsing hole and pushed steadily in, watching her gaze turn inward as she gaped at the intrusion. She was tight, tight as any pussy I've ever had, but the foreplay, and whatever brought her here, made my entrance easy.

"Jesus, John, that is so fucking good. You feel huge. Is there more?"

There was a little more. I'm not big by porn standards, I'm not even the biggest guy at the gym (sure I peek. You don't?). But I know I'm thicker than most, and anyway, once you can reach bottom, length isn't an issue. Besides, it's not like something you can take credit for.

I held her down at the shoulders as requested, and started a slow but increasing tempo, rotating at the hips, the motion they used to call 'sweetback'. It allowed me to lean down and suck her lovely tits. The nips were still rock hard, with a delicious salty taste. Some women don't care for this during sex, but Marie loved it, out loud. Plus, this angle gave better friction between our um, special parts.

She took up a grunting, guttural chant of "Fuck, fuck me," or sounds to that effect. This kept on for five minutes or so, until we'd reached a nice combination of speed and power. Each stroke slapped our bodies together right at the critical junction, which is what she needed to reach climax.

She was still a howler. "Oh, fuck!" she shouted, redundantly, as she urged me close with arms and scissored legs, pressing her crotch up to me as she shuddered and twitched out a long, pulsating orgasm, one that clamped my dick in waves, as though milking out my seed. No mistake, that one was real.

Her pussy slowly relaxed its grip as the pleasure subsided, and I resumed a slow, steady motion. 

"Christ, John, you didn't come? That was... I don't know... amazing, better than anything. Oh god, you're still fucking me!"

I was indeed. As she'd noticed, I hadn't gotten my nut, though I was close. "Flip over, honey, let's go doggy for the next one. That's it, sorry, have to pull out for a second, there you go." Then she was up on her knees and forearms, offering me her beautifully engorged pussy. I entered her once again, going even deeper this way if that's possible.

I was stroking my way to heaven, forget her, this one was mine and if she wanted to come along that was OK, but not mandatory. When the doorbell rang.

Fuck! I knew it! Normally I'd just ignore it, but this re-ignited my earlier paranoia and cooled my passion right off. 

"Who's that?" I hissed at her.

"How the fuck should I know, it's your apartment. Wait, you think someone's here because of me? No fucking way, Mike's out of town with his 'fuckable' assistant and he couldn't care less where I am. Nuh uh, it's not for me."

"Shit. Shit, shit." I'm not always as articulate as I'd like. "Well, they'll go away if we ignore them."

But that didn't happen. The ringing gave way to knocking, then pounding. "John! You in there? Open up, man, it's Tommy! C'mon, asshole, you're the one who wanted to watch the game." This through my solid core door. He'd have the neighbors calling the cops.

And holy hell, he was right. Tommy was a fellow ex-husband, a buddy from the gym I'd invited over earlier in the week. I'd forgotten all about it, with this unexpected adventure. "Sorry, Marie, I better deal with this. Close the door and I'll be back in a couple minutes."

I grabbed a robe and shouted, "Coming, coming, cool it, man." I unlatched and cracked the door. "Sorry, Tommy, I was having a nap. What time is it?"

"Three, uh, three fifteen. Dude, what's going on, open up and let me in, I have beer."

My mind was a blank. I searched for a plausible reason why he couldn't come in right now and... I had nothing. Meanwhile the door had come open more than just a crack and Tommy craned to see in.

"What the hell man, you... whoa! Who's that?"

I whipped my head around to see Marie leaning back against the kitchen counter, all on display, bare-ass naked and looking as hot and sexy as she had just a minute ago on my bed.

"Might as well let him in, John. He's awfully persistent. And I don't mind."

Crazy, she was crazy. But I knew that already. I gave her an 'are you sure about this' tilt of the head and received a 'hell yeah' nod in return. So I bought into her craziness and swung the door wide.

"C'mon in, man. Tom, this is Marie. Marie, Tommy." I closed the door and turned back to Tommy, who was staring at Marie with frank interest and a growing trouser tent. Welcome, desert nomads.

Like me, Tommy is 6 feet plus, strong and fit from daily workouts. It's why we came to be pals, I guess, that and similar divorce stories. Marie looked him over like a side of beef. Oh, glory, I see trouble ahead. Or maybe fun.

"Marie was wondering if she's fuckable, Tom. I think I get it. She found out her husband is doing our assistant Jenny, who I must admit we all agree is fuckable. But it looks like Mike ignored the basic rule of 'don't shit where you eat' and this is, what, revenge sex, self-doubt...?" 

This last I directed at Marie. Who, don't forget, as if you could, was buck naked and looking just-fucked in front of two guys, one a total stranger. Well, not for long I suppose.

"Revenge, I guess. I really don't need prove anything to myself. I just wanted to fuck somebody who wanted to fuck me, and I remembered how you used to eye me when we had a picnic or something. I liked that. You're tall and hot, and I knew you were single." Huh. Guess I'm not as subtle as I thought. Well, not a bad thing, in retrospect. And hot, eh? Tell me mooore, madam.

Marie turned to Tommy. "John was just fucking me when you rang. Really well, too, but he needs to finish. You can wait out here and watch the game." She cast her eyes along his frame. "Or... get naked and join us." She headed toward the bedroom. "Time to come, John. I'm still juiced up and ready for some more doggy sex."

Tommy was no fool, and he wasn't shy. He shed his clothes as we followed Marie back to bed, hopping one-legged out of his trousers to keep up. The beer ended up on the counter.

Tommy was already rising to the occasion, but I'd flagged some. Marie slipped the robe from my shoulders and dropped to her knees to apply some oral spice. A few heartbeats was all it took to get me hard again. Marie popped up onto the bed, pulled me by the crank, and assumed the position. With a little wiggle for Tommy's sake.

In the back of my mind I knew this was the nuttiest thing I'd ever done, but that didn't slow me down. I eased into Marie, who was indeed still juicy, and picked up where I'd left off. The break had done me good. I fucked her with vigor and abandon, knowing that this time was all for me.

At first I tried to ignore Tommy. Like most guys I'm not used to fucking in front of people. But then I figured what the fuck, he sure wasn't ignoring us. He was stroking himself energetically, studying Marie and the place we were joined. So I invited him closer. She wanted cock? Well, here you go.

"Suck his cock, Marie. Suck it while I fuck you like a dog. You're the one who got him all excited, time to make good. Go on, open up and let him fuck your face. Get right down on it. You want two cocks, don't you baby?"

She needed no prodding, and my words and tone seemed to excite her even more. Tommy found a spot that gave him easy access, and she gobbled him like a Christmas turkey. My thrusts added a rhythm, and just like that he was unloading on her tongue. That was what, 60 seconds? Some kind of record, anyway. Not that I'm judging, this was a hugely stimulating surprise.

She sucked him clean as he softened in her mouth. He played with her swaying tits, tweaking and rolling the nipples. Then he pulled away and positioned his head to capture them with his lips. This drove her even wilder. I wasn't sure (didn't care, eh?) if she'd come this time, but that pushed her over.

I'd been building up, holding off, trying for that maximum tension that precedes the best orgasms. Everything was just right -- angle, friction, heat -- so when her Tommy-triggered climax made her pussy ripple in that way she has, I was right there. I probably roared like a jet, but all I remember is freezing at maximum penetration, deep into her cervix, as my essence boiled and my balls spasmed out a load I didn't know I had in me. Man, if this chick was fertile she was having quintuplets.

I kept up a light stroke while we cooled out, and it wasn't long before my shrinking dick was squeezed out by her last spasms. Tom was sort of trapped under her, but we managed to shuffle around until we were all zoned out on my king size, and now sex stained, bedcover. I probably won't let the weekly maid service handle this one.

Marie cuddled up to me, but also reached a hand out to clasp Tommy's shiny cock. "Fuck, Marie, that was incredible. Are you always this hot?"

"I know you won't believe it, but this is the first sex I've had in two months, the first time without Mike since we got married, and my first time with two guys. I just got so damned mad when I overheard him telling someone how 'fuckable' Jenny was, how he couldn't get enough of her 'sweet ass', that I popped a cork. What am I, unfuckable liver?

"I thought about going to a bar to pick up somebody, anybody, but then I remembered how you'd undress me with a look, and well, I took a chance. I didn't know I'd have two cocks today, but it's working out fine. So I guess I answered the question. For now," she smiled sweetly.

I patted her thigh. "You did the right thing, honey. A bar in the middle of a Saturday is a lousy proposition. Uncle John appreciates your wisdom."

Tommy concurred. "Man, your Mike is a fool to let you even think about hitting the bars. I don't know this Jenny, but she'd have to be unbelievable to outclass you. And I've never even seen you with clothes on."

"Oh, I can fix that," she started, then laughed when we both sputtered out protests. "Ok, ok, naked it is. Listen, Tommy, John gave me three amazing orgasms, with a little help from you, which is the most fun I've had in probably forever. But it's still early. I hope you recover enough to add to the count." 

She'd been rubbing and tugging at our still limp members, and I'd been caressing her flank and her tender breasts. "She's got an amazing pussy, Tom. You do, Marie, I don't know if you know that. Tight, slick, and when you come you have this, this rolling, milking grip." She blushed nicely. "Hey, I'm a ways away from another go, but man, Tommy, if you can get it up, you should sample that. Definitely fuckable," I grinned.

"I'll help," offered Marie, as she twisted to slurp his noodle. She worked it like a pro and soon had him up again. Meanwhile, I studied her backside and fingered her pussy, which was still oozing out my semen.

"Mmmm, John," she mumbled around his cock, then popped him out and faced me. "There's more, you know. Before I left the house today I... I cleaned myself completely. Inside and out, you know? I wanted to be ready for anything. I didn't know what you might like."

This lady was still blowing my mind. "So, you and Mike do anal?"

"No, never. He's never asked. I tried it a few times in high school. Like, virgin sex? Can't get pregnant, keep yourself 'pure' for marriage? Yeah, it was a crock, but it's what we did. I stopped once I got laid for real. But I'm not against trying again if you want."

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. She went back to sucking Tommy, and I kept exploring her pussy. Curiosity got to me and I started to spread some of the ooze toward her back hole. I circled around, adding a slight push every few strokes. Her asshole pulsed, so I took it further. I let the tip of a finger penetrate, which got me a nice reaction. She jumped a little, then relaxed back into it.

In a minute that finger was sliding in and out with some ease and Marie was working it by rotating her hips. With a little more juice I tried a second finger. She gasped, but kept working it.




Game Day



Tommy was now at a full stand, impatient as only a guy with a fresh boner can be. He couldn't see what was going on behind her, but he didn't care.

"How do you want this, honey?" he asked, brandishing his newly tumescent member. Which by the way was a little shorter than mine. Not that I was counting. "You like it on top? Want to go cowgirl?"

"No, at least not yet. Right now I want another pile driver. You didn't see John go caveman on me, but I'd sure like that again. Pin me down and drill for oil." I liked her attitude. She looked at me and grinned, "Oh boy."

It was interesting, in an intellectual way, to compare our techniques. His approach was more direct, more primitive. Whatever, it worked for Marie. And having squirted in her mouth a short while ago, Tommy was in no danger of coming off too soon. 

Not being a woman, I have no idea how Marie could take the pounding he gave her for what seemed like a half an hour. But take it she did, with obvious relish, coming very vocally at least twice during his determined assault. I've seen him work out at the gym, so I knew he had stamina, but wow.

He finally bellowed and pressed into Marie as far as he could. His climax set off another for her, and I knew he was getting the hot pussy massage I'd enjoyed twice already. Man, either Jenny was a woman in a thousand, or Mike was a complete idiot for letting this one stray.

He collapsed, almost burying her smaller frame with his. She gave a muffled cry for space, and he quickly rolled off. Neither of them had anything left. They lasted about ten seconds before the oxytocin kicked in and they went out like snuffed candles.

I left them laced on the bed and went to rustle up some food. This sex stuff is hungry work. I put Tommy's beer in the cooler and pulled out bags of chips and pretzels, some dips and veggie sticks, the kind of stuff we'd have had if we'd watched the game instead of watching each other fuck.

Twenty minutes later the game was ending when I heard the shower go on. It wasn't big enough for two so I knew there wasn't any action there. Sure enough, Tommy stumbled out in my other robe with sleep-struck eyes and a shit-eating grin.

"Holy fuck, John, that chick is a fucking maniac in the sack. How'd you hook up with her? She's married, right?"

I told him exactly how the day started, which left him shaking his head. "Son, you are just the luckiest bastard I know. Not in a million years would some cutie show up at my door and fuck me and someone who just stopped by. Damn, I got to hang around you more."

"Million years for me too, bro. I believe that was my lottery ticket, my trifecta, my hole in one, my royal flush all rolled into one. I just wish I had pictures to remember it by."

"No pictures, guys." Marie was out of the shower, towel-wrapped and glowing with the light of several orgasms. "Pictures get out and somebody probably dies. Probably me." A little dramatic, but then, no pictures so no worries. 

"I'm starving," she said. "Anything better than chips and carrot sticks around here?" She rummaged the fridge and cupboards, finding the makings of a meal. After eating for six, we sat back and contemplated. And burped.

"Uh, guys, I should probably leave you two alone," offered Tommy. "I mean this was really great and all, but I feel like a third wheel now."

Marie protested first. "No way, Tommy. You just gave me one of the three best fucks I've ever had, you can't just walk away now." Hmmm, I hope I'd given her one of the others. "And yes, John, you gave me the other two." Women. Can they really read minds, or are we just that transparent?

I agreed. "Hey, Tom, you're not a third wheel, you're a second banana. You know Marie's hubby is out of town, right? This shit ain't over until she says it's over. What say we let this food settle, then get this nice clean girl all dirty again. All right with you, baby?"

"Oh, you charmer, you. I just hope you studs got enough fuel to last until morning. You'll need it. And John, you started something back there we're going to have to finish." Whatever could she mean? Oh, right, that.

We joked and watched a little TV. Marie sat between us and played with our dicks. We toyed with her breasts and idly fingered her. Soon she was sharing hot kisses with us. I was hard, so was Tommy, and Marie was hot and flushed, her nipples like pebbles again. Everybody was ready to fuck.

I'd picked up a vibe from Marie when I told her to suck Tommy's cock. Maybe she got more turned on when play-dominated, and when the talk got nasty. I thought I'd test that theory.

"Let's go, Marie, back to the bedroom. You got hard cocks to take care of." She was small enough I just scooped her up. She squealed and tittered as I dumped her on the bed. "Spread. Tommy wants to eat you, and I need some skull. Do a good job and we'll both fuck you. But get to it, we're horny."

She inched over to my dick, still on her back. I positioned her head over the edge and stood above her, a straight shot down her gullet if I felt like it. Tommy got down and started slurping. I doubt he had my oral skills, but I don't think it mattered much to Marie.

"Ok, that's it, keep sucking my cock while Tommy eats your cunt. Does Mike know what a slut he married, how you need more cock than he can give you? What would he say if he walked in right now? He'd probably tell us to use you all night while he butt-fucked his whore in the next bed. Yeah, I'll bet he knows all about your secret dirty sex life, how you need to get it on with two, three, five guys at once, anyone, hell, anything with a hard cock. Keep sucking, I didn't say stop."

This patter, and the work Tommy was doing, had an obvious effect on her. She was wriggling like an eel, her hands tugging at her breasts and rubbing her pussy in the places she liked best. Tommy had to struggle to keep on target because the target kept gyrating away.

I was stroking pretty deep at times, almost gagging her, but she didn't complain. Her breathing, already ragged from the mouth fuck, became faster as she neared a climax on Tommy's tongue. He must have added a clit nip to the mix because she yelped, almost a bark, several times in a row. I kept up a verbal stream the whole time, random execrations and general filth aimed at her sexual psyche.

When she came it was monumental. Her core muscles clamped tight, you could see ripples in her belly, and she went completely stiff and silent. I'll bet that pussy was going wild inside. I pulled out because she could no longer suck, she was gaping open like a drowning fish. Well, theory confirmed. She liked it dirty with a hint of force. Liked it a lot, I'd say.

Tommy still had his mouth glued to her pussy, riding the wave to the end. Actually, he couldn't do much else because in her throes she'd grabbed his head right into her. What a sexy, sexed up woman this Marie was. Sure glad she stopped by today.

She released all at once with a whoosh and a gulp, then clamped down again. The cycle repeated with less rigor at shorter intervals, until she was breathing normally, if still a bit unfocused.

"Ow!" she said. "I think I broke a rib. FUCK that was intense! I thought I knew what a climax was but I never... FUCK! We have to stop now, it's time for me to die happy."

"Not yet, babe. That was yours, now we want ours. Take a break, I'll get you a beer, but you've got a solemn duty to get us off as good as you got. It's only fair."

She just laughed. "Yeah, I need a beer. But there's no way you're getting what I just had. Men can't come like that. You'd pop all your brain veins."

I got us brews, and she purred like a kitten under our gentle strokes. "Tommy, you eat a mean pussy, but John -- when you forced your cock into my throat it gave me goosebumps, and then that shit you were saying... it burned right through me. You soul-fucked me. I never knew I could get so hot. I don't even remember the words, it just... reached me. How did you know? Do you do that for every woman when you fuck?"

"No, Marie, just for you. A little verbal abuse got you cooking, so I maxed it out. Worked, eh?"

"Fuck it worked. It'd probably never hit me the same way again, now that I know. But once was cool. Once like that I bet most women never get."

We chatted and drank for a few minutes. Marie went to "freshen up" as the ladies say. When she got back she pouted at the limp state of our dicks and said she thought we were going to fuck her, and how could we fuck her with those little things? Naturally we asked for help, and naturally she obliged.

Soon she had us fully prepped and eager. "Guys, I can't top what you did, but what about this. You ever done a sandwich, a DP? I haven't, but it seems like it'd be easy to figure out. Wanna try?"

I looked at Tommy. This was a commitment to intimacy I wasn't sure we could deal with, basically rubbing dicks together inside someone. But when Tommy just shrugged, I knew we'd be cool.

"Marie, as long as I get to fuck you again I don't care about the mechanics. We're fine with doubling up on you. Question is, who gets the front and who gets the back? Oh, and here's some lube." I keep a little Kentucky jelly handy. Better to have and not need, than need and not have, am I right?

She made a show of measuring our cocks, and settled on Tommy's. "I think this one goes in my pussy, at least to start. We'll see what happens." Hah. Greedy little girl.

We kissed some more and she whispered, "Go easy, I haven't had anything up my ass in a long time. If I say stop, give it a rest and we'll see if I can take any more."

We worked out the arrangements. Tommy on his back, Marie riding cowgirl, me kneeling behind her. She threw a leg over, giving a contented sigh as she sank onto his very stiff cock in one smooth motion. "Oh, that is sooo fine, you guys have no idea how good it feels to be stuffed with a nice fat cock." True dat, very true.

I watched them fuck for a few minutes. Now there's a phrase I couldn't have written before then. Marie got right into it, humping, rocking and twisting to give Tommy maximum pleasure. Oh yeah, and her too. I almost hated to interrupt, almost.

"Time for act two, baby. Pull her to your chest, Tom. Marie, push out and let me grease you up." I worked a jellied finger into her asshole, with no resistance, then a second one. The word is, "if she can take two she can take you" but to be extra sure I got a third one in. 

Marie was a trouper. She shied a little with each added digit but Tommy nudged her clit to keep her distracted. It was strange, feeling the motion of his cock through her ass chute, but it was going to get even weirder in a minute so I didn't dwell on it. I asked him to hold up a bit.

"Ok, baby, keep pushing and I should slide right in. Ready?" I pressed the head against her now expanded anus and sure enough, just like in the movies, my cock popped in an inch. She gasped but said nothing so I gave her a bit more, pause, a little more, repeat, until my entire length was buried in her bowels. Man it was hot, and tight in a different way from a pussy. Oh, I think we're going to like this.

"Back to it, Tommy. Let's fuck this chick."

We tried to seesaw, Tom fucking in as I pulled back and vice versa. That worked for a while, but pretty soon Marie let us know with her motions that she wanted all in, all out, which frankly was a lot easier.

"Oh my god, it's like one giant dick fucking me. Christ, I never felt so full. Fuck me harder, I can take it, keep fucking me you have to fuck me harder fuck fuck I can't believe all the cock, fuck my ass, don't stop, faster, harder..." You can't say she didn't know what she wanted. I think the key word was "fuck".

She was doing most of the work now, pulling up and driving down on both of us at once. We were mostly passive poles of flesh. That's not a complaint. The slickness of the lube mingled with her juices eased any chafing or discomfort we might have felt. It was pretty glorious, actually.

After maybe ten minutes the friction and heat had me really close. I was trying to hold back until Marie got off, which was a sure thing but for the timing. Same for Tommy, but he had to contend with that talented snatch.

Marie was almost upright, so I reached around to cup her tits and tweak her nipples, something I now knew could tip her over. Tommy's fingers found her clit hood and started a circular rub, following her as she rose and fell. That was the clincher. But instead of freezing like before, she came while in full thrust, shouting and bobbing and clenching our cocks with two different sets of muscles. As she slowed, Tommy and I took up the stroke.

That was more than I could take and I let loose with a blast and a grunt, and another and another, and I could feel Tommy pulsing too, how weird is that, not bad just new and odd, and not something I think we'd be discussing around the weight stacks.

Marie flopped over, our dwindling cocks slipped out, and semen started to leak from both her holes. The only sound was a low keening from Marie, who was lying on her side totally out of it. Tommy and I were immobilized. 

I don't know how long we stayed like that because I zonked. Next thing I knew, Marie was licking my cock. I don't know why, surely she didn't think we could repeat that. Or maybe she did, she was crazy after all.

When she saw that I was back, she gave a last lick and propped herself up on one elbow. Tommy stirred awake too, and Marie bent to give him a long, sexy kiss. "Thank you. Both. If I live to a hundred I'll never top this, or ever forget it. Mike can fuck his little tramp all he likes, he'll never have what we just had. I win."

"All on you, babe. A good day for me would have been a few beers with Tommy and a close game. Now I know the hottest, sexiest and most... fuckable woman ever." She gave me a punch on the shoulder. I guess I deserved it.

"Take my number, Marie. Any time you want a repeat, just give me, give us, a call. I think I can speak for Tommy on that." Tommy gave a big fuck yeah.

"Oh, I don't think so, John. I got my revenge fuck out of my system. This was a one time fantasy, but it'll keep me warm when it gets cold at home."

We said we understood. Damn it. We kissed and cuddled and fondled a little more, but the moment had passed. Marie took a quick shower, slinked back into her dress, and was gone, leaving two amazed and fully fucked guys to ponder the tides of fate. Yeah. I mean, to think about hot married pussy.

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Over the next few weeks, then months, Tommy came by a few more times for beers and a game, but it was a little awkward because we were both sort of waiting for the knock on the door that never came.

I did see Marie once at a company party, and by the way our Jenny has left the building, along with a senior exec. I guess Mike wasn't the only one tapping her ass. Anyway, Marie. We were cordial as could be, no hint of that Saturday. Unless you count her one little goose at the bar. Vixen.

So imagine my surprise when the phone rang early one Saturday, and her number popped up on the caller ID.

"Hey, Marie, what's up, I miss you, you little sexpot."

"Uh, hi John, it's Marie. Oh, hey, I was just wondering if, maybe um, if, oh god I can't believe myself, if maybe you were having a... a few guys over to watch a game today?"

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With love from Nico, January 2013



Game Day



I started out to South Bend with my wife's friend Emily. I have known her for a very long time and my wife has known her for even longer. Both of us are Notre Dame Fans so when I was given tickets at work, I didn't hesitate to take her with me. We got there a little early to walk the campus and to grab lunch before the game. After a quick bite to eat, we walked to the stadium and sat through a really long and boring game. Needless to say we were both disappointed when we left. 

We started the drive home and decided to grab something to eat at a restaurant off of the Interstate. We each had a couple of drinks and just BS'ed through about an hour. We left the restaurant and were about to get back on the Interstate when we noticed a bunch of cars just sitting everywhere. We turned on a local radio station and there was a HUGE accident that would have us blocked in for hours. We decided it would be best to just grab a hotel and stick it out until morning. I made the phone call home to give the wife the bad news. She was pretty pissed at the situation but nothing that we could do. 

We went to the closest hotel and they only had 1 room left because of the accident. I booked the room before they were all gone and started to make a few phone calls to other close hotels. They were all booked already. We went to the room and saw that there was only 1 queen size bed. I told her that I would sleep on the floor but not before we had another couple drinks. We dropped off our stuff and went to the closest bar. What started out as a drink or 2 ended up closing down the bar at 1am. When we left, we were basically holding each other up. We got back to the hotel and then realized again that there was only 1 bed. I told her again that I would take the floor. 

Upon turning on a few lights in the room, I decided that it would be better if I slept on a chair. After a long day, she wanted to take a quick shower. While she did, I called the front desk and had another blanket sent over. By the time she was out of the shower, I had the blanket and was getting ready for bed. When Emily stepped out of the bathroom, I almost forgot that she was my wife's best friend. Emily is pretty attractive in my book as well as fairly well endowed. At that point, I decided I should take a shower as well to cool myself off. I got in the shower and take a very quick and very cold shower. I was going to take care of myself but with as much Jack Daniels as I had, it would take way too long.

When I got out of the bathroom, she looked like she was passed out on the bed trying to get under the covers. I went over to finish covering her up and I noticed that past her shirt, she had nothing on. I very quietly covered her up and went over to my chair and turned out the lights. As soon as I did that, she woke up. She said "If you can stay on your side of the bed, you can come up here. But don't tell your wife. She would kill us for even knowing we shared a room, let alone a bed." 

I was going to make a go of it on the chair but after about 2 seconds, I decided that the bed was much better for my back. I went over and pulled up the sheet on my side of the bed and slid in. I was still wearing my jeans. Emily then turned to me and said "I know you don't sleep in jeans. At least get somewhat comfortable." I slipped off my jeans and threw them on the chair. We made small talk for a bit and then she told me goodnight and kissed me on the cheek.

I laid there for a good 15 minutes not able to sleep. I tried not to toss and turn too much. Now that my eyes were adjusted to the dark, I could see fairly well in the room. I looked over and Emily's breathing was getting slower and the sheet had slipped down a little while her shirt had moved up. Not wanting to get a hard on, I just closed my eyes. After a while, I was almost asleep when Emily shifted in her sleep and was now cuddling up on my arm. It wouldn't have been that bad but my hand was basically in her crotch. I moved it as close to my body as I could and just laid there. 

I was trying my best not to move because I knew that she didn't have any underwear on. I was keeping my composure and trying to get back to sleep. That was when her hand crept over onto my stomach. To this day, I don't know if it was intentional or not. I didn't react at first but then she started twirling her hand down my stomach and to the top of my underwear. That was when I started to get hard. My hand was still between her legs and was now completely in her crotch. She was starting to move her legs some so my hand was right on her. 

I was super hard then and now her hand was completely over my cock. By the time she started to stroke me, my will power was gone. That was when I started using my hand that was between her legs to start to feel for her. It didn't take long before I was feeling her wetness. At first, I was just teasing around her core. Then she started really tugging at me and I figured I might as well go for broke and I plunged my fingers into her for the first time. I heard a gasp and I looked over at her. Her eyes were wide open and she looked at me with lust in her eyes.

I rolled over so that I was facing her and we started kissing. It started off slowly but built in passion as our hands explored each other. We both had the same idea at the same time and started pawing at the others remaining clothes. We laughed and quickly took them off ourselves. I then laid back down next to her and started kissing her neck. When I started nibbling on her ear, she started to squirm. I knew that this was going to be a fun night. I needed to taste her so I slowly kissed and licked my way down her body. When I was at her belly button, she realized what I was doing and spread her legs wide while pushing my head lower. It had been a long time since I had tasted a woman and I wanted to savor every bit of it. 

I started by licking all around her core. Teasing her endlessly while she squirmed around the bed. Then I went to the bottom of her pussy and work slowly around it and then stick my tongue in as far as I can. While I was licking her, reached my hands up and started to massage her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. I then started licking faster around and around her pussy trying to avoid her clit. I then took 2 fingers and started to work them in and out of her while licking all around her and still caressing her breasts. I then moved my tongue lower to just below her pussy and licked there lightly. 

I could tell that she was getting close to orgasm. Her legs started to quiver and I knew that she was cumming. I moved my mouth to her clit and lightly sucked on it as I pushed her over the edge. She took my head with both her hands and held me tight to her pussy as she writhed in orgasm. As her orgasm subsides, I slowly stopped licking because I knew that she was overly sensitive. 

I worked my way back up her body and she quickly turned me over and started kissing all over my face and neck. She quickly worked her way down my chest and licked and nibbled on nipples. I have always loved to have my nipples played with. Every time a woman bites on them, I think about getting one of them pierced. She then went down and I felt her warm breath on my cock. She started to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock while I spread my legs so she could do whatever she wanted. 

She then completely swallowed my cock. I'm not the biggest guy in the World but I had only had one woman ever be able to take all of me. She started licking up and down my shaft while every so often teasing my balls. I could have lied there all day. She didn't use a lot of sucking action, just a lot of tongue and slight pressure. Up and down. Swirling around the head. Then using her hand, she stroked my cock as she took my balls in her mouth. 

Even with all that I had to drink, I could tell that I was about to cum and so could she. She stopped with the teasing and started twisting lightly around my cock feeding it into her mouth. When I was about to cum, she completely swallowed me as I shot my load.

After she completely drained me, she came up for air and kissed me. At first I was a little hesitant but then I figured the hell with it and kissed her back just as passionately. She climbed up on top of me and started grinding herself on me. Very slowly at first, she rubbed herself up and down my length. Then she took my cock in her hand and guided me into her for the first time. She started to bounce faster and faster on my cock. I reached up and grabbed her ass to slow her down. 

I want to make sure that I make this last. I then sat up so she was straddling me and then threw her down on the bed so I was on top and in between her legs with still staying inside of her. I then lied down on top of her and started to slowly fuck her. I was taking long and deep strokes while nibbling on her ear and neck. 

I then reached down and grabbed her left leg and lifted up over my shoulder and was able to get deeper into her. She started to writhe around again to let me know that she was about to have another orgasm. I started to really pound as fast I could until she reached her orgasm and then she held me inside of her. 

When she finally came down from her second orgasm, she pushed me over onto my back and started sucking on my cock again. This time, she wasn't teasing. She was just trying to get me to cum. After a couple of minutes, I told her that I wanted to fuck her again. She turned away from me and stayed on all 4s. I love taking a woman from behind. 

I got behind her and entered her again. She then lowered herself onto her chest and started to play with herself as well as my balls as I was fucking her. I wasn't getting much leverage so I stopped and brought her ass to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor and started to fuck her again. She was still playing with my balls as I fucked her but I could tell that it was getting increasingly hard to. 

I could start to feel a tingling in my balls and I knew that I was going to cum soon. I warned her that I was going to cum. That was when she told me to cum in her pussy. After hearing that, I started to really pull her back into me as fast as I could. She was then furiously working on her clit as I was taking her from behind. 

Finally, I couldn't hold it back any longer and came for the second time on the night. As I was cumming in her pussy, I felt it convulsing as she had another orgasm. When we were both finally done, she collapsed on the bed. I climbed up next to her and kissed her lightly on the neck. No words were spoken, we just curled up on the bed under the covers and went to sleep. 

I don't remember what time it was but we both got up about the same time to use the washroom. I let her go first and then went. When I got back to the bed, she was right in the middle of the bed. I lay down behind her and held her tight as we both fell asleep again. I awoke lying on my back and feeling something on my cock. I looked down, and Emily was sucking on it again. She just smiled at me and said good morning and kept going. 

She then turned around and mounted my cock facing away from me. I had never had sex that was before and have always wanted to. I love women's asses. This was perfect for me. I was having sex while watching a beautiful ass bounce up and down on me. I leaned forward onto my elbows and reached around so I could play with her clit. She leaned back into me so I could then kiss her neck while fucking her. It wasn't going to take long before I came. 

She then leaned forward out of my reach and started bouncing on me like I had only seen in porn. I looked down and I could see myself entering her as she ground onto me. I told her that I was about to cum and she quickly jumped off of me and immediately deep throated me until I came in her mouth again. After I had finished, I asked her why she stopped and swallowed me. She told me that she didn't want to have my cum in her for the whole ride home. 

After checking the highway and a quick call home to check in, we headed out again. We realized that we were both starving again so we stopped for breakfast. Over breakfast we discussed what happened the previous night. She told me that she had always wanted to fuck me and that was the only chance that she was probably ever going to get so she wanted to make it count. We got back on the highway and headed the rest of the way home. When we got to my house, we stopped a few blocks away and she told me that if I ever wanted to miss bowling to give her a call and she would arrange something. With that, we got back to the house as if nothing had ever happened.