7 comments/ 29394 views/ 2 favorites Do It By: ofloveandlust "What's wrong?" "Nothing." His reply was deadpan. "Seriously... You haven't said a word since we left." It was dark. Driving along the interstate there was nothing but blackness as far as the eye could see. "I'm just quiet." "Tell me. Are you mad at me?" "No." The radio was playing some old song so quietly it was difficult to make out over the sound of the wind around the cab and the large tires on the road. It was hardly silent but it felt like it was. It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes. It was hard to tell. "Fuck you." "What?" Shock was the first inflection his voice had taken on that she could remember. "Fuck you. Honest to God. Go fuck yourself." "Fine." They rode on, the night passing around them, nothing at all passing between them. "Pull over." He couldn't tell if she was crying or not. He figured she probably was but he couldn't really tell and he didn't really care. He wasn't mad at her, he wasn't mad at anyone really. Maybe himself a little, but at this point he was just done. Life was a pain in the ass and pretty much fucked him whatever he did. So just fuck it. And now he had this to deal with this. He ignored her. "God Damn it, pull over." She wasn't yelling, but there was anger in her voice. Again, his response 'Fuck it.' "Where?" He shrugged. She tugged at the door that wouldn't open and scrambled furiously for some sort of unlock button. "Jesus! What are you doing?" He braked quickly and pulled over onto the shoulder. It was sandy and the truck pulled hard to the right off of the road. He came to a stop just short of a tall red cliff that had been nothing but a ghost from the highway. With the truck in park, she pulled at the door. It swung open pulling her out of the truck with it. "What the hell are you doing?" She fell from the door and stumbled along out in front of him. The bright headlights cut a hole in the darkness. She struggled through the thick gravel and sand along the road. She staggered, half running, half falling into the night. He sat in the truck watching. So fucking typical, more bullshit to deal with. "Julie!" he called to her. She kept going. Stepping out into the night he called out again. "Fuck you!" and she kept walking. She was a good ways away now, leaving the headlights. He followed her. She was crying now. She staggered a few steps more before collapsing down at the side of the road. A truck passed moving fast and buffeted them both with wind, dust, and grime. "Julie." It was really all he could think to say. "I don't think I can do it anymore. Just leave." "I'm not leaving you by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere." "That's not what I meant." She said, turning from him. "You said you wanted someone who could listen to you. Someone who was there for you. You said all those horrible things, and now you just shut me out." "I know. I'm an asshole. Don't think I don't know it." Well, he knew it was coming. This is as good a time as any. He looked up at the black sky. There must have been clouds because there wasn't a star or a moon to be seen. It was nothing but blackness. Appropriate. He stood up brushing himself off. He turned into the bright headlights staring up the road at him and started walking back to them. Now it was really quiet. "You want me to leave your shit here or do you want me to just take it home." He heard the first rock hit the ground in front of him. The second whipped past close enough for him to hear. He turned around as the third caught him in the shoulder. "What the hell?" she hurled another, catching him on the leg. "Nice..." Turning his back on her again he heard her stand up behind him. He turned again and she was running at him. Stunned and curious he stood still and watched her come. "You mother fucker!" she yelled as she hit him on the dead run. He staggered back a step but kept his footing. "You whiney ass mother fucker!" she seethed as she swung her arm at him catching him in the side of the head." "Julie.... Julie..." She flailed at him randomly. A shot to his chin made contract and he but his tongue. Finally he caught her hands. "What the fuck are you doing?" She wasn't rational any longer. She stared at him. Her eyes were on fire. Her chest heaved with each breath. "Dick!" "What do you want?" He was angry now. He wasn't entitled to be angry. He just looked at her. "I fucked him." "What?" its not like this was a conversation. He really didn't know what she was talking about. "David. I fucked him. I was mad at you. I looked him up. I called him. He bought me dinner and I fucked him." "Oh, nice." He let go of her hands. He had no reaction. "I fucked the shit out of him. I fucked the shit out of him and when he took me back to the hospital, I sucked him off in the parking lot." "Well, I hope it was good." Was this anger now? He wasn't sure what he was feeling. "Oh it was. I didn't want to at first. But you won't fuck me. What am I supposed to do?" "I won't fuck you huh? Yeah, well, I don't fuck." "Oh, fuck you and your making love shit. We all fuck." "Is that what you want? You want a fuck is all? Nice... No wonder." "No wonder what? Yes I want to fuck. Call it whatever you want. I want to 'Make love.' I want to have sex. I just want to know that someone thinks I'm worth a little effort." "Oh, a little effort?" "Asshole." She swung at him again, catching him with her open hand. The slap seemed to echo in the empty night. He just looked at her. He couldn't move. Her arm came at him again. SLAP! "So, you just going to take it, pussy?" and her arm came at him again. SLAP! "Well... Pussy?" She was hissing at him. He looked into her eyes. She was panting. Her hand came at him again. He caught her by the wrist. For a moment his hand was in the air and she looked up at is as if it were about to fall. "Are you done?" His heart raced. His hand stuck in the air. He just held it there. He couldn't do it. He looked at her. "Do it." She hissed through pursed lips. "Well, I'm not." His hand dropped. He let go of her. "Do it, pussy." She sneered. "Fuck you." "Do that too. If you have the balls?" "You're crazy." "What? You can't do it, can you? I bet David could." "Fuck you." "Oh, he could do that too." "What, hit you?" "If he had to. He wasn't a pussy." "You fucking Bitch." "Pussy!" Her hand flew again. She caught him hard across the face. The sting penetrated throughout his body. He stepped toward her. "Fuck you!" His hand was raised again. He couldn't do it. Level with his face he was taller than she. He couldn't do it. She looked up at him, straight into his eyes. Her tears were mixed with her anger "Do it." It was almost a whisper. He couldn't. The pause was in the air for an eternity. "Pussy." He couldn't do it. The sadness faded from her eyes. The sneer on her lips seemed to consume her. He could feel the disdain like a biting cold wind laced with blowing ice. "He would." His hand fell towards her. Straight down like a limb broken by the wind. The blow was glancing but his fingers caught her cheek. He could feel the sting in his fingers. His chest hurt. His stomach had left his body He looked down at her. Her expression was shock. "Fuck you." He said, turning to leave. There was no doubt about it now. He was gone. "Do it." It was almost a whimper "No" he could barely get the word out. "Fuck me, pussy." "No." "Fuck Me, Goddamnit!" she swung at him again. "No!" She swung at him again and again, finally catching his neck with her nail. The scratch was longer and deeper than he would have expected. It stung when he touched it. His hands moved fast, with strength. He caught her wrists. She struggled. He held them tight. "What is wrong with you?" "Do it!" The anger in him took over. Everything he felt for her she seemed to take away from him. What was left? "Fuck you?" Now the anger was in his voice. "If that's what you need?" he released her hands, they flew at him instantly catching him in the chest. "If you could?!" He grabbed for her blouse. His fingers took hold. The anger driving him from within, he pulled. The buttons popped, the fabric tore. "All this and it comes down to fucking?" His left hand reached between her tits and took hold of her bra. Pulling on it, it didn't break free but her body slammed against him. With his other hand he took her hair. He pulled her face to his. "DO IT!" she dared. He pressed her face to his and he kissed her. Hard, he pressed his lips to hers. He tasted her sweat. He tasted her tears. He pulled harder at her bra and felt himself swelling in his. "Asshole!" she hissed as she bit him. "You fucking bitch." He shouted. He pushed her away and down, she fell to the ground. "Do it!" she said. She was on her knees now. "Don't stop now. You were almost a man." That was enough. She could tell form the look on his face. His eyes seemed to retreat into the depths as he approached her. Slowly and deliberately he walked towards her. She moved back now, along the ground, retreating from him. It was only a moment and he was on her. She swung at him again and caught him across the face. This time he responded. Again, his fingers came down across her cheek leaving her face red. "You can't do it, can you, fucker?" she taunted. His hands came down on her shoulders as he hit his knees pushing her onto her back. She kicked at him and caught him in the ribs. He looked down on her, her eyes were fire. Her hair was a tangled mess. She writhed against him and he caught her legs. Pinning her down with his weight he grabbed at her jeans. She moved too quickly for him to get at the fly so rolling away from her he grabbed at her legs. "You running from me, Pussy? Don't you want to make love to me?" She kicked and caught him across the face. His neck was bleeding from her nails, his lip from her bite. He caught her feet, he caught the cuffs of her jeans. She clawed at the dirt. He pulled at her jeans as she drug along the ground, she caught hold with her palms. It gave him the leverage he needed and pulling at her ankles the denim pulled her hips off the ground and came free. He pulled harder. They came loose. She lay on the ground now, breathing heavily. The lights from the truck obscured everything but her bare legs, and torn shirt. "What now?" and he went after her. Over onto her knees she rolled, scrambling to stand, but it was too late. She was stuck now. As he came at her from behind he pinned her to the ground. She felt him wrestling with his pants; she felt his belt scratch her bare ass. "David liked to fuck me from behind!" there was fire in her voice. He said nothing. She tried to swing at him, but behind her like he was this only pushed her face deeper into the gravel. "Oh.. Do it." There was no soft entry. He didn't lick her to soften her for him. She didn't feel him fumble around to make sure he slid into her easily. He was simply in her. She was wetter than he could remember her being. He slid easily inside her, his cock hard, swollen, as if it had been dared to fill her wet pussy. "Oh yeah, fuck me." It was a whisper again. He didn't respond. He only took her by the waist, pulling her hips to him. He slapped against her. "Fuck me." Louder... more desperate. Harder he shafted her. He wanted to explode her with his cock. "OH... Fuck... Me!" She wasn't taunting now. She was commanding. He responded by pounding her harder. Deeper. Faster. His knees hurt, he didn't feel it. "FUCK ME!" she was begging. He raised his hand again, now without trepidation and it fell hard across her ass. SLAP! "Oh, do it!!" He wanted to come in her. She was coming around him. He felt her tighten. He slowed his thrusts now, timing them, each one a quick thrust of cock deep into her. "Fuck." She muttered. "Fuck," with each thrust. "Fuck." A car passed. Surprised he stopped. He kneeled motionless, his cock still throbbing in her wet slit. "Oh fuck, are you done?" Her voice was softer. "No." he said, remembering he could talk. He pushed her over. She spread her legs again. "Do it." And he slid into her. He pushed into her. She raised her arms up to him. He was not ready for that. He wrestled them away. Taking her wrists he pinned them to the ground, lifting himself off of her. He fucked her again. Hard. She moaned and he thrust. He pulsed inside of her. He wanted to come but he wouldn't let it. He wasn't done with her yet. Looking down on her, her face was contorted, her eyes pinched closed. Harder he dug into her. His strokes were long, his cock aching. Could he even come now? Deeper. He watched her tits bounce with each thrust. He was making them bounce. Harder he thrust and higher they bounced. He was loosing himself in the rhythm. He hadn't done this to her in a long time. She wasn't sure he had ever done her like this. She felt the gravel against her ass. Her feet were in the air. He had her spread as wide as she could and she wanted more. She wanted to move but he had her pinned down. His weight and the grip on her writs more then she could get loose of. She was coming again. She fought it but couldn't stop it. "Oh, fuck me!" A car was coming again. Slowing down. He didn't stop. "Trevor.. A car." He still didn't say anything. She lurched but he didn't stop. "Stop." But it was only a whisper. Harder he went. "Oh fuck" she wanted to watch the car she wanted to worry about the car. She didn't. She closed her eyes. "Oh fuck." Oh god, her glorious tits. He thought of nothing else. His ears were ringing. He was coming. He could have stopped and instantly filled her wet waiting cunt but he couldn't. Harder. His back ached. Harder. The gravel dug into his knees. Harder. 'Fuck me,' she'd said. 'Hit me,' she said. It was too much, this was too much. But she was so good. It felt so good. He wanted it and he was taking it. "Oh fuck." She was breathing hard again. Over and over she said it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." He was going to make her come again. He was going to fuck her. She couldn't even tell what she was feeling anymore. He was in her and it was good. She was dirty. She hurt. "Oh fuck." More... Harder. The car had moved on. He was there. Harder Again He pulsed inside her. She felt it surging. He thrust more slowly. He growled. She felt it. It exploded inside her. It was hot and wet. He pressed again, and shot in her again. She wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him as tight as she could. He collapsed on her. He was heavy and hot. He let go of her wrists and as the feeling slowly came back to them she felt the sting in them. She didn't move them. She didn't move at all. "Fuck..." it was really all she could think to say. He felt her breath on his neck. He could smell her. Her hair, her perfume. It was masked but the dirt, dust and grime, but it was the first familiar thing he could remember. He was dizzy. He was tired. A truck passed by moving quickly. Again they were hit by the wind and the stink of the road. He lifted himself off of her. He looked down on her. Her shirt was torn. Her breasts were half exposed under the bra that had been pulled askew. Her eyes were closed, her legs still open. Sweat and dust combined to make streaks of gray mud across her legs and body. Her cheek was still red. He felt like hell. He felt guilty. He felt cold. He wasn't sure everything he was feeling. "I love you Julie." It meant a lot more than that but that was as much as he could put together. He refastened his jeans. He refastened his belt. He brushed dust off his hands. She was crying again. He turned from her, he walked to the truck. "Trev'!" He kept walking. "Trevor!" He was nearly to the truck when she caught him from behind, her arms wrapping around him. "Trevor?" "Let's go." He pulled her arms apart and walked to the driver's door. She stood looking back at him, the lights shining bright on her half naked body. She was beautiful. She was always beautiful to him. She pulled her shirt together. She picked up her jeans. He stared into the darkness as he waited for her to climb in. It was cool inside the truck. The air had been running the whole time they were out there. It felt too cold. He rolled down a window. "Trevor?" "Yeah." "Will you talk to me now?" "I will. Give me a minute." "I love you, Trevor." "Do you, Jules? I mean, really, do you?" "Yes. Yes I do." "Let's not do that again." The truck crunched its way off the gravel and back onto the highway. "Which part, the fighting or the fucking?" "I don't know." And he really didn't. "Neither?" "I have to. We have to." "I'm not sure I can." They rode in silence for a while, the windows down, mountain air blowing in on them. "We need gas." "I need a cigarette, and a shower." "No shit, huh?" "Find us a hotel, I need you." She laid her hand atop his on the gear shift. "I need you to make love to me." "I can do that." And he watched the road ahead. September 2007 Do It Again Sam My one and only fantasy of having another man finally came true but not the way I had imagined. I had always thought about how it would feel to have a hard cock deep in my ass, pounding in and out of me, filling my canal with hot come. Well, my fantasy came true one night on vacation when we met Sam. Sam was another guest at the hotel and we met him accidentally when my wife and I were sitting beside the pool, soaking up some badly needed sun. I was getting up to go and as I did, I didn’t notice Sam walking past me. I knocked into him, making him spill the drink he had in his hand. I immediately apologized and tried to help him clean up the mess, which had soaked the front of him. “I’m terribly sorry, man,” I said as I grabbed him to steady him. “I didn’t see you coming.” Sam turned to me and smiled a weak grimace at me. “That’s ok. It was an accident.” “Here, let me help you,” I said as I reached for a towel. Without thinking, I started to dab at the wetness that covered his entire front, his shirt and the front of his shorts. As I leaned forward to reach further down his leg, I noticed his cock was getting hard under his shorts, the bulge in them was quite noticeable with my face inches from it. Sam just stood there and let me wipe him with the towel, not saying anything. I stood up and looked down at my wife who was sitting watching the two of us. She was staring at the bulge in his shorts as if she had never seen one before. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. I looked down again and saw that it was bigger than before and I wondered what my wife was thinking as Sam turned to face her, the bulge sticking straight at her. “The least I could do it pay for the cleaning of your clothes,” I said, moving back towards my lounge chair. “No, that’s ok,’” he said as he continued standing in front of my wife, letting her stare at his crotch. “Well, there must be something I can do,” I said. Sam hesitated. “Well, as a matter of fact, there is,” he said. “I’m here all by myself and sure could use some company.” “Well, you’re more than welcome to join us,” I said, looking at my wife then back at Sam. “Thank you. I’d like that but first I have to change. I’ll be right back,” he said, turning to walk away. My wife stopped him in his tracks. “Why don’t we come with you and help you change,” she said, smiling up at him then me. “Let’s go to your room and while you change, John and I will wait for you then we can go wherever after that.” I shot a look at my smiling wife. She was still staring at Sam’s crotch and the look on her face was one I had never seen before. “Yes,” I stammered, looking over at him. “Why don’t we come with you.” “Ok,” Sam said. “My room is just over there.” He pointed to one of the lower rooms overlooking the ocean. As we followed Sam, my wife grabbed my arm. “Did you see the size of him?” she asked. “How could anyone not want that.” I just patted her hand. I wasn’t really listening to her as I was watching Sam’s ass ahead of me as he walked. I got a really good view of it as we climbed the short staircase towards the second floor. I could see the firmness of it as he took each step deliberately and slowly as if he knew we were watching him. He stopped at the top of the stairs and when I looked up, he just smiled. “It’s just down here,” he said, indicating a room, two doors down. We followed him and waited for him to open the door. We then followed him into his room and as he closed the door, he told us to have a seat and he would be right back. As we watched him disappear into his bedroom, I looked at my wife who was staring at his disappearing ass. “What are we doing here?” I asked, as if I didn’t know. She looked at me and said, “I’ve never had thoughts of another man before this but when I saw the size of the bulge in his shorts, I just had to have it. Do you mind?” I hesitated before answering. “You mean you want him to fuck you.” Her face reddened as she spoke. “Yes, that’s what I mean. I want his big cock in my cunt, fucking the hell out of me.” What could I say? Here, was my wife of twelve years, lusting after another man and right in front of me. We had never talked about sharing ourselves with another man before or even, as far as I knew, thought about it but here we were, sitting in a strange man’s room, waiting for him to change his clothes, both of us hoping he wouldn’t. I didn’t know what to say to her. I could tell from the look on her face that no matter what I said, she was going to have that big cock inside her before the afternoon was over. I didn’t let on that I wanted to see his huge cock too. After a few minutes, Sam came out of his bedroom, still zipping his shorts up. “Don’t do that,” my wife said, stopping him in his tracks. He grinned and stopped pulling on the zipper. Instead, he slowly started to pull it back down again, grinning at us as he did. When he had it down the whole way, he slowly pulled the pants apart. Our eyes were glued on him and I heard my wife’s breathing changing. Sam just stood there with his hands on his hips, looking at the two of us, watching our faces as we continued staring at his crotch. Finally, he spoke and brought us out of our trance. “You want to see my cock, don’t you?” he asked my wife. “Yes.” “You too?” looking over at me. “Yes,” I hoarsely said, not taking my eyes off him. I was entranced by his openness and I wanted him to pull his shorts down to let the growing bulge in them free of their constraints. I heard a soft moan come from my wife as Sam started to slowly pull his shorts down, little by little, teasing us. When he got them down to his knees, he let them drop onto the floor and stood up again, his hands back on his hips. The bulge in his underwear was huge. I had never seen anything like it before and I couldn’t take me eyes off it. I wondered, if the stories of black men being so much bigger than white’s, was true, as he looped a couple of fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them lower slowly, being careful to hold them out far enough away from his erection, that they didn’t catch it as they freed himself. Slowly his hard cock emerged from the underwear, a little at a time. First his head appeared followed by the entire length of him. His head was shiny and bulbous, the underside a little pink and his hair surrounding his long cock was black and tightly curled. This was the first time I had ever seen a black man’s cock and from what I was seeing right in front of me, made me wonder why I had waited so long. His cock was massive, long and thick. I could see that there was some moisture in the slit on his head and I heard my wife moan again. Sam stood up and placed his hands on his hips again but didn’t move. No one spoke but I could hear the breathing of all of us had changed dramatically. I was sweating but didn’t realize it until I felt a bead hit my leg. I quickly looked over at my wife and found her slowly licking her lips, all the time staring at the huge black cock pointing at her. She was sweating a little too as there was a shiny dew on her upper lip, which she licked off, moaning again at the taste. “Well, you like what you see?” Sam asked, not moving. Neither of us answered. He waited for a minute as we continued to stare at his hard erect cock. “Obviously you do,” he said with a slight smile. “And what would you like me to do with it?” My wife stood up and started taking her clothes off. She practically ripped them off herself as she stared at Sam. “I want you to fuck me with that monster,” she said as she pulled the last of her clothes off. “I want you to stuff me full of your big cock and I want you to fuck the hell out of me.” Sam smiled at her and then looked at me. “And what about you?” he asked. Without hesitation, I said, “I want you to fuck me too.” My words hung in the air as I quickly stripped my clothes off. As I stood in front of Sam completely naked, I realized what I had said but didn’t say anything else. “You both like black cock, do you?” Sam asked. My wife looked quickly at me then back at Sam. “I’ve never had a black cock before but when I saw the size of you, I had to have it,” she said, moving a little closer to Sam. “I don’t know about John but I want you to stick that monster as far up into me as you can. I want to feel it up my cunt and then I want you to come inside me. I want your hot come filling my cunt.” Sam just stood looking at us, a wily grin on his face. “So you want my black cock inside your white pussy, huh?” “Oh yes,” my wife answered, turning around to get onto the bed. She got onto her back and spread her legs, revealing her soaking wet lips to Sam. He grinned as he moved closer to the bed. The springs creaked as his weight descended on the bed. He moved closer to my wife but instead of getting between her legs, he reached up and grabbed her by the hair. “First, I want to feel your pretty little mouth around my cock, slut,” he said, pulling her face closer to his head. “I want you to suck me before I put it into your pretty white pussy.” I watched my wife open her mouth as he pulled her head to him and saw his head disappear into her mouth. She groaned softly as he pushed his head further into her mouth until she almost gagged. “Suck it bitch,” he commanded her as he looked around at me. “Come over here, slick. I want you to watch me fuck your woman’s mouth with my black cock.” I almost stumbled as I moved closer to the bed, getting onto it beside the two of them. “Get your face down close and watch my cock fuck your wife,” he commanded me as I leaned down close to my wife’s face. He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth as I watched it slide easily, my wife’s saliva wetting it’s entire length. I could only guess at his length but he was certainly huge, bigger than anything I had ever seen before. “That’s it, bitch. Suck it,” he said as he pushed himself back inside her wet mouth. “Make me come in your mouth. I want to feel my come sliding down your throat, slut.” He started to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my wife’s mouth as she moaned and groaned beneath him. I was close enough to see the wetness shine on him as he pulled it out of her before thrusting back inside her. Suddenly, he pulled completely out of her and turned so his cock was pointing at me. “Here, you suck it too,” he said as he moved his hips towards my face. “Take it in your mouth and suck on it, whore.” I opened my mouth but wasn’t prepared for his size. I felt my lips stretched as he pushed his cock slowly into me, stopping when his balls hit my chin. “That’s it. Suck it,” he commanded as he started to thrust his hips. I felt his head hitting the back of my throat and I had to fight the urge to gag many times as he slowly thrust in and out of me. “Oh, that feels good,” he said. “You’ve sucked a cock before.” I couldn’t answer around his big cock but I had never sucked one before but I didn’t want him to know that. All I could think about, at that moment was the terrific feeling of his huge cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I felt him stop and I looked up at his face. He had a funny look on it and he pulled himself completely out of me. Turning again to my wife, he said, “Spread those white legs, slut. I want to fuck your pussy now.” I watched in amazement as my wife spread her legs as far apart as she could, holding herself behind her knees as Sam lowered himself between her legs. I watched him rub his head up and down her soaked crack before pushing it against her opening. She groaned loudly as she felt his head enter her. “That’s it slut. Come for me while I fuck you pussy,” he said as he thrust his hips forward, completely sliding his huge cock deep inside my wife. She groaned loudly as his head hit the end of her canal. “Oh fuck, you’re so big. You’re going to split me wide open,” she yelled as he started to thrust in and out of her. “That’s right, slut, I’m going to split you wide open and fill you up with my hot come.” He started thrusting faster and my wife was screaming louder as he fucked her hard. Suddenly he stopped. “You like my black cock in your white pussy?” “Oh god, yes,” she screamed, trying to get him to start fucking her again. He looked over at me. “What about you slick. You want to feel my black cock up your white ass?” he asked, not taking his eyes off me. I hesitated, not really knowing if I wanted him to fuck me or not. “Well, slick? You still want me to fuck you?” “Yes, I do” I said quietly. He pulled himself out of my wife, not listening to her protests and moved over towards me. “Take my cock in your mouth again, whore. I want you to taste the white pussy juices on my cock.” I rolled over onto my back and let him straddle me, pushing his cock into my open mouth. “That’s it, suck me,” he said as he pushed his entire length into me. “Taste your white sluts’ juices on me.” I tried to run my tongue around his girth as he thrust in and out of me but I couldn’t reach all the way around him. Instead I just lay back and let him fuck my mouth. I tried to suck on him as he thrust in and out of me but couldn’t as he started to move faster so I just let him continue, holding my mouth open as far as I could while he fucked me. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of me. I looked up at him as he got off me. “Turn over slick. I want to see your white ass hole.” I slowly rolled over onto my stomach and felt his hand spreading my cheeks apart. I looked over at my wife and she was staring at him as I felt the tip of his head against my ass. I wanted to tell him to stop but from the look on my wife’s face, I couldn’t say anything as he pushed harder against me. A sharp pain went through my whole body as his head entered my ass. I screamed out as he pushed harder until he had broken through my outer ring and was slowly invading my ass hole, filling my canal with his blackness. “Relax, slick,” I heard him say. “The pain will go away soon.” I hoped he was right, as I had never felt such excruciating pain before in my life. And the pressure filling my bowel was so intense. “Push back against me,” Sam said. “The pain will go away soon.” I did as he said and soon his balls were resting against my ass cheeks. “Now, take a deep breath before I start to fuck you,” he said as I looked over at my wife again. I did as he said and he slowly started to pull out of me. The pain was still there but it wasn’t as bad as before. He stopped when his head was just inside me and then thrust himself fully back up into me, making me scream out again. “Take it like a man,” he said loudly. “Take my black cock and feel what it’s like to be fucked.” He was thrusting faster now, his head hitting the end of my anal canal every time he thrust into me. I pushed back against his thrusts and he was grunting a little every one. “So you like that, do you? Your tight white ass feels so good around my cock.” He moved up a little and really started pounding in and out of me. I wanted to yell at him to stop but the feeling that was coming over me was invading my every thought and I found myself enjoying what he was doing to me. “Yes, fuck me hard,” I yelled at him as he continued plowing in and out of me. “Fill my ass with your hot black come.” I felt his head twitch, then the warming sensation of his come hitting the walls of my canal as he came deep inside me. He groaned loudly as he spewed his load of sticky goo up into me. He thrust a few more times and then slowly started to pull out of me. When I felt his head leave my ass, I collapsed onto the bed, completely drained and very sore. Then I heard he speak to my wife. “Come over here, slut and clean me off.” I felt the bed move as my wife moved between his legs. I next heard her slurping at his cock, sucking it clean as he stayed between my legs. I heard her groan a couple of times as she worked on him. I slowly and painfully, rolled over onto my back and looked at the two of them. Amazingly, Sam was still semi erect and my wife was licking the last of his come off his balls. “Ok, slut, it’s your turn,” he said. “I’m going to fuck your white ass just like I did your man’s ass a minute ago. Roll over and stick your ass up in the air.” “No, don’t,” I heard her protest. “I’ve never been fucked anally before.” Sam roughly flipped her over and pulled her hips up towards him. He then thrust himself inside her cunt and rotated his hips a few times. He pulled out of her and moved up, pointing his now hard cock at her ass hole, pushing against it with little effort. “No, please. Don’t fuck my ass,” my wife pleaded. Sam ignored her and pushed himself into her. She screamed as his head disappeared inside her ass and he didn’t stop until his balls were against her ass. She was panting loudly in pain as he started to fuck her. “Please,” she pleaded. “Stop.” “No way,” Sam commanded. “I fucked your man’s white ass and now I’m going to fill yours with my hot come too.” He was thrusting in and out of her faster now and soon I heard him grunt over her screams as he held himself against her ass, his tight balls emptying themselves into her. She screamed out again as she felt his load hit her walls and whimpered as he slowly pulled out of her. She collapsed when he was completely out of her, crying softly into the pillow. Sam sat back and looked at me. After a minute, he had caught his breath enough to speak. “Sorry, man. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much. I tend to get carried away and I love to talk dirty as I fuck.” All I could do is smile at him before looking over at my wife’s spent body. “You ok?” I asked her as she turned her tear stained face towards me. “Yes, I’m ok.” We all just relaxed for quite some time before I noticed Sam was getting hard again. I looked at my wife and she was looking at his growing erection. “God, Sam. How do you do it?” she asked as she reached for him, pulling him by his cock towards her, rolling over onto her back again. Sam just smiled and thrust his hips forward, his huge black cock disappearing between the saturated lips of my wife’s cunt. He started fucking her again only this time with long slow thrusts, slapping his balls against her skin every time he thrust fully up into her. She was groaning loudly and holding her legs as far apart as she could as Sam speeded up his thrusts. I watched the two of them fuck until Sam came again, this time deep inside my wife’s cunt. She groaned loudly as she felt him explode inside her. “Oh fuck, fill my cunt with your come,” she yelled as she held onto him. Sam finally finished coming and pulled out of her. She lowered her legs and the sweat all over her body made her shine in the darkness. She groaned once more and came, her juices running down into her crack, pooling on the bed, mixed with Sam’s come. We finally parted after another round of fucking and the next time we saw Sam, we were back at the pool, sunning ourselves. He joined us for a drink and we talked until my wife told him that she wanted him to fuck her again. He just smiled and looked at me. “Does this mean, you want me too?” he asked. I looked directly at him and smiled, only thinking of one thing to say. “Yes, do it again Sam.” To be continued Do It Again, Sam He couldn't believe her bravery. That she exposed her emotions to a stranger so that they could consummate their agreement. They had talked about it, agreed that spontaneity was not the answer. The double standard that society placed on males and females was a large deterrent. She said she trusted him. He felt honored by her faith in him and more deeply honored by her offer. Males often didn't recognize the risks that females took on their behalf. He knew he loved her. Everything she said or did assured him of her love of him. She couldn't understand how this hard male could treat her so gently. This male with strength that made her gasp could touch her so softly. He made her feel safe. His tenderness towards her filled her with love. His constant attention to her needs showed his love of her. It was time. He took her to his parent's cottage. It was late fall and he knew that they wouldn't be disturbed. They had both talked about where and agreed. She was there beside him, a willing partner in their plans. She was so beautiful; he couldn't understand why she had chosen him. He loved her so. Her softness enveloped him in her warmth .Why him? She watched him, his nervousness endearing him even more to her. His tallness, his maleness, his good looks attracted her. His gentleness convinced her. This was a man and she wanted him. Why had he picked her? He turned to her and took her into his arms. Her warmth calmed him. He kissed her. It wasn't the first time but seemed as like no other kiss. Her mouth opened allowing him sweet access. He drank from her sweetness. Dare he? He slid his hand down her back until it rested on her bottom. She kissed him. It was oh so sweet. His tongue played with her lips and she responded with her own. His warmth surrounded her; his hand slid down her back. It lay on her bottom and made her tingle all over. She responded by rubbing her pelvis against his. Suddenly, there was hardness between them. It felt so warm. He tried to pull back, but she didn't allow him, sending a clear message. He was aroused, his hardness between them. She ground her pelvis against him. How could he be so lucky? She wanted him. Tremors shook him. He took her to the couch. He lay down. She lay on top of him. She renewed the kiss. His saliva tasted sweet to her burrowing tongue. She felt his hands renew their acquaintance with her bottom. She shivered. It felt so wonderful. She again rotated her pelvis against his hardness. She hoped he would become more daring. One hand left her bottom and moved to her chest. He dared take a breast into his hand. Even through the shirt and bra, he knew her to be lush. He felt a small stirring in his hand. She was responding to his hardness with a sign of her own. His body seemed flushed by heat. His hands were shaking. She felt him touch her there. Her nipple responded. She was becoming aroused. His gentleness excited her. The softness of his hands on her bum and breast sent more shivers through her body. She flushed with warmth. Suddenly, he was off the couch with her enfolded safely in his arms. Oh, that gentle strength that carried her without effort He gently laid her on the bed. He lay beside her. He stroked her body. Her softness amazed him. She sensuously stretched her body under his hands. She rolled towards him wrapping an arm around his neck holding his head as she once again kissed him. Her breasts firmly pressed against his chest, she slid a hand under his shirt. He remembered her bravery, facing the doctor's examination so she could have the prescription for the pill. She lay beside him. As he stroked her, her body seemed on fire. She touched his naked chest under his shirt. It was strange, so unlike her own. The skin was soft. Hard muscle lay beneath giving a very different texture to his body. She watched his hands shake as he undid her buttons. He exposed her bra. He kissed around its edges his warm wet mouth delicious on her skin. He sat up and took off her blouse. She lay in front of him in jeans and bra. He touched her tummy. It was so soft. There was muscle underneath, but covered in softness. He moved his hand along her waist, following the waistline of her jeans. He unbuttoned the fly. Her pants were loose. She felt his hand on her tummy. Her muscles fluttered under his touch. The loosening of her jeans thrilled her. She removed his shirt. He hugged her into his warmth. Her bra covered chest pressed tight against his. She laid back and his hand returned to her tummy. He slipped under her panties rubbing her lower abdomen. He felt her dome. His hand slipped from her panties and she felt a moment of disappointment. His hand was at her bra. She lay still smiling at him with that special smile he so loved. He fumbled with her bra clasp. It was in front; he held it together as it came loose. He lifted one cup and gazed for the first time at her teat. The nipple extended fully, the large areola puckered and puffy. His mouth, warm and soft, engulfed her teat sucking both areola and nipple. She lay with her one teat tucked warmly into his mouth. The sensations seemed to go directly to her pelvis and thighs. She waited for him to uncover the other breast then he would send the same message. He took his time working the nipple in his mouth. His tongue played with the nipple. She ached with passion. He licked the entire silken globe then took time to look closely at it. Her breasts were succulent, full of female flesh. He exposed its twin and pressed his face between them. Her bra lay abandoned on the bed. He hugged her to him, lifting her from the bed, her teats squashed against his face. He looked at her. Her breasts proudly displayed. He loved her. He lay her gently back into the bed. His hand returned to the fleshy globe. It rubbed softly down along her belly, sliding once again under her jeans and panties and stopping at her hair. His fingertips touched her pubic hair. She shivered with emotion. Her sex let lose a flow of moisture she did not expect. She became ready for him. She spread her legs. She was wanton in front of his gaze. She hoped for the last tiny movement that would send his hand over her sex. He stopped, removed his hand, stripping his own jeans from his body. Left in his underwear, his cock tented them, his desire rampant. He stood at the foot of the bed. He leaned forward and took the waist of her jeans. She lifted her hips allowing him to slide them off and toss them to the floor. He again lay beside her. One nipple was in his mouth sending messages to her vagina. His hand again slid under her panties, his hand cupping her sex, one finger deep in her sweet pussy. He looked down at his hand deep in her panties. Her moisture astonished him. His hand formed a mound over her sex. Her legs spread wide giving him full access to her femininity. Suddenly, her stomach muscles contracted thrusting her sex into his cupping hand, sending the finger into her unknown depths. She moaned. Goose bumps traversed her body. She grabbed his sex. His hardness was in her hand. She felt him through his briefs instinctively stroking him. He stood stripping her of her panties. His own briefs quickly followed. She saw his size and was fearfully unsure she could manage him. It was her first look at an erect male. The fear left. It was partly why she had chosen him. He would be gentle. He watched her look at him. Maybe he was too small. Maybe he couldn't satisfy her. She smiled. Everything was perfect. She loved him. He loved her. He looked at her beautiful nude body and saw the flair of her hips. The width of her pelvic girdle was astonishing. She inflamed him. Her soft mound covered in auburn hair and her glistening lips pouting. He shivered again with lust. His cock ached with desire. She lay on her side with her belly pressed tightly against him. Her breasts crushed against his chest. She felt his cock. Cock, what a delicious word. It slid between the folds of her cunt. Cunt was another delicious word. She clamped her legs together, while he thrust between her legs. Her cunt wet the top of his shaft. His hands gripped her ass tightly to him, helping her thrust against his cock. She shivered with lust. He rolled her over on her back. He was on top of her. 'Now I'm going to get it,' she thought. She was wrong. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, on and under her breasts, her belly and her pubic hair. She spread her legs wide. He kissed her inner thighs. He kissed her cunt. He smelled the heady aroma of her arousal. Her hormones raced through her body. She spent profusely. He licked the moisture from her. He sucked more from her cunt. He tasted her. He smelled her. He seethed in her essence. She needed his cock. Nothing else would do. She grabbed his head pulling him up her body. She kissed him, tonguing him deeply and tasting her own juices. She held his cock. How could anything so soft be so hard? Her hormones raged. Her cunt sent rivers down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. She placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He felt the helmet of his cock placed at her entrance. He pushed gently. It entered the mouth of her cunt. He waited. She clenched her stomach muscles lifting her hips and driving him part way into her sopping cunt. His cock ached with need. He felt her velvety wetness. He thrust. She thrust. He thrust. Suddenly, he was fully in her. He was fucking her. Fuck, what a delicious word. She had waited so long for this, him coming deep inside of her. Too soon she thought. He did not diminish. His cock pushed deep into her cunt lubricated by his own cream. Something in her was building. Her teeth sank into the muscle of his shoulder. Her ass writhed on the bed. She wantonly heaved her hips at his cock. Her fingernails raked his back. He felt her sheath grip him. Her cunt sucked on his cock. His need built again. He drove hard, his gentleness forgotten. She didn't care. Pressure built in them both. She groaned, "Fuck me," and he fucked her. Suddenly, it was there. Skewered on his hard cock, her first orgasm came upon her. His hard driving cock fucked her. Her cunt gushed around him. Then, came a jet of warmth as he filled her. She loved it. She bit; she writhed; she fucked. Her gentle man overcame her with his strength and power. They lay entwined. Their chests heaved as they replaced spent oxygen. Their bodies perspired. The flood of hormones that had overtaken them subsided. His cock lay flaccid against his thigh, still wet from her lusciousness. Her body leaked their juices onto the bed. Her thighs wet from their recent loving. Best of all, it would soon be time to do it again.