4 comments/ 37889 views/ 1 favorites Lotion By: Wildflower80 I logged off my computer, and I sat there for a few minutes as if in a daze. My breathing was still shallow and rapid, my pussy still wet and begging to be fucked, and all I could do was think about you. We have been online friends for 4 years now. Though we have never met, and I don’t even know your “real” name, you still make me cum earth shattering orgasms to the point I can almost not walk afterwards! Tonight had been one of those nights. We logged on to chat like usual. My heart always skips a beat when I log on and realize you are there waiting for me. I don’t think I will ever grow tired of that feeling! We do our usual bull shitting…catching up on our week. Our words always have a sexual tension and undertones, and I always sit in front of my computer with a big grin on my face. You start sending me pictures and links that I love. You always know what turns me on. Usually we look at girls covered in cum from a bukkake site. We both have similar fantasies that we love to masturbate to. I would love to be the girl on her knees getting covered in all of those guys’ cum while you wish you were one of those guys who was cumming on me. We then go into the chat room to role play. Usually we have no problem finding some people to play with, and tonight was no exception. We met a guy who was willing to print out my picture that I had in my profile. Then, while we watched him on his camera, he would masturbate on my picture. What a fucking horny ego trip that was! I played with my clit the whole time watching him. You instant messaged me and asked, “Do you like what you see?” I typed back, “Yes, and I am playing with myself right now! Let‘s go private because I want to cum with you.” We then go into a private room to fuck ourselves into oblivion. I love when you get on the microphone so I can hear you masturbate. You have this sexy, deep voice that always sends chills down my spine, making my toes curl, and my pussy wet. I listen to your moans, the movements of your hand over your hard cock, and I get on the microphone to let you listen to me having an earth shattering orgasm. I hear you cum as well. Man, what a rush! Then, it is time to talk some more. We make plans to email, and we try to pick a date to meet again. I can’t wait to talk with you again. I was still sitting in my chair in front of my computer thinking about all this. I was so damn horny. I wish you could be here to fuck me. I decided to take a shower, and, since it was going on 2 a.m., I needed to get to sleep. When I stood up, my legs were still wobbly. I had to smile thinking about you and the orgasm that I had endured moments ago. I pulled my night shirt over my head. I was naked underneath as I knew when talking to you that I needed to have easy access to my body. I stepped into the shower. The water was warm and ran over my body like a lover’s caress. I closed my eyes thinking of you in the shower with me, running your hands thru my hair, down my back. I remembered the times you told me about masturbating in the shower. You also would be so worked up from our chat sessions that you had to cum again. I leaned my forehead against the tiles in my shower, my eyes still closed. I imagined being with you in your shower, coming up behind you. I would press my tits into your back, my belly against your ass, and I would bring my hand around to your rock hard cock. I would love to try this with you. I would love to nuzzle your neck and whisper nasty things in your ear while I rub your cock with my hand until you cum. Then, with the cum still in my cupped hand, I would let you watch me lick it off. I let out a moan. I knew at this rate I was not going to get over our chat session. I quickly washed my hair and body. Then, after wrapping a towel around myself, I walk into my bedroom and flop naked on the bed. I knew it was a waste of time to even get dressed. You have me so horny that I have a feeling I will be up all night thinking of you fucking me, filling my pussy up with your cum. I look over at the clock to see what time it is. I spot a bottle of lotion on my night stand. My mind instantly flashes to the time I told you about me playing with lotion. I knew that I had to have another round of fun with it. I squirted the lotion on the top of my right foot, up to my thigh, then over my belly, down my left thigh, and ending on my left foot. I rubbed the lotion into my skin imagining it is you rubbing your hands on my smooth skin. I concentrate on my inner thighs, teasing myself, wanting to end the sweet torture that is building up in my pussy. I grab the bottle of lotion again. I squirt lotion over my belly, up between my tits, and then I squirt a good bit on each nipple. The cool sensation of the lotion against my hot flesh makes my nipples harden instantly. I rub the lotion into my skin. It is driving me wild. I move up to my tits, rubbing them, the lotion making a slippery mess. Then, I imagine you sitting on my belly, rubbing my tits. I imagine you sliding your hard cock between my cupped breasts. I am so turned on! The lotion provided the needed lubricant for your cock to fuck between my tits. I imagine that each time your hips thrust upwards, I lean my head up to suck the tip of your cock into my mouth. I can taste your precum, and I beg you to “Cum on my face, baby.” I can imagine your breathing coming in short gasps and moans. You would look down on me with lust filled eyes, wanting to shoot your hot cum all over my face. I continue to rub my tits and moving down to tease my clit. I am so close to cumming. I then imagine you yelling, “Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” I grab my lotion bottle, and I squirt some on my forehead down my nose, down my neck and tits imagining its your cum. I instantly start cumming like crazy. I roll over in my bed on to my stomach. I grab my pillow and scream hard into it. My hips bucking and moving into a fuck motion on their own. My breathing finally returns to normal. I hug my pillow tight to my chest imagining it’s you. Finally, I am able to sleep, only to dream of you again. I can’t wait to chat again, sweetie! Lotion and a Dozen Condoms I suppose it happens to all married couples at one time or another - you start taking each other for granted. You get so used to each other and your daily routine that you don't notice changes until they smack you in the face. I know that's what happened to Ashley and me. We are in our mid-forties and have been married for twenty-five years. We are 'comfortable' with each other, if you know what I mean. We have raised three kids and they are all out on their own which gives Ashley and me all the free time in the world to do all the things we said we would do when the kids were gone. But for some reason we still can't seem to find the time to do them. I'm putting in ten to twelve hours a day to run my business and Ashley decided a couple of years ago to go back to work, not because we need the money, but because she needed something to do. And then something happened that turned our world upside down and inside out. +++++++++++++++++++++ Every year I take a five-day weekend in the spring and with three friends I head for Hilton Head for a long weekend of golf. You just can't beat the weather and the golf courses they have there. It's a twelve hour drive and we were six hours into it when the engine in Louie's Monte Carlo threw a rod through the block. By the time we found a tow truck, got the car towed to a dealership close by, and found an open rental car place we decided that the weekend was shot so we headed back home. I picked up my car at Louie's and headed home and ten minutes later I was turning onto my street just in time to see a man helping Ashley up the steps to our front porch. I was just getting ready to turn into the drive when the man half turned Ashley so he could open the front door and I saw her tits hanging out of her dress. At the very last second I made the snap decision to go on past the house and park down the block and then walk back to see what was going on. In retrospect it probably would have been better for me to have turned into the drive and stopped things cold, but I didn't. I walked back to the house and up the front steps far enough to look into the front window and I saw the man sit Ashley down on the couch; something didn't seem quite right, but I couldn't place it. The man took hold of Ashley's tits and began playing with them and Ashley just sat there and watched. It was almost like she was watching it happen to someone else and then I realized what was going on - Ashley was drunk and half or even two thirds out of it. I couldn't believe how bold this guy was. He dropped his pants and took his erect cock and put it in Ashley's mouth and then held her head in both hands as he fucked her face. Ashley sat there unmoving, looking up at him as he worked his dick back and forth - she was most definitely unaware of what was going on. And me, talk about somebody who was unaware - I just stood there and watched. I didn't even think about rushing in and stopping him, I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. The man pulled his cock out of Ashley's mouth and bent down and took her by the legs and pulled her down on the couch. He pushed her skirt up, pulled her panties off, knelt between her legs and started pushing his cock into her pussy. Ashley lay there unmoving and looking up at the man with an expression that asked, "What are you doing?" The man's hips were pumping now and I finally came out of the stupor I was in and it hit me! That man is fucking my wife! Okay, I know it sounds stupid for me to say that, but it was true. I had been watching this guy take liberties with my wife from the start, but whether it was shock or disbelief or whatever, I hadn't accepted it in my mind until that point. I backed down the steps and went around to the back of the house and let myself in the back door. I made my way through the kitchen and then turned down the hall to the bedroom. I went to the nightstand and took out my 9mm, racked the slide back to chamber a round and started for the living room. As I came out of the hallway into the dining room I heard the 'beep beep' of a cell phone being dialed (why do we still say dial even though we are pushing buttons?) and I stopped to listen. "Frank? Hi. This is Mike. Hey, are you still hot for Ashley Turner?" "Well, I just got done fucking her." "Yeah. You bet. Well anyway, you want some?" " No man, I'm serious. She's drunk on her ass and her old man is gone until Monday. I'm going to stay here all night and fuck her a couple of more times. What?" "No. Listen. Just get your butt over here." What? I don't care. Bring him along. She's not going to care. Hey! Stop and get some hand lotion and a box of rubbers. No, not hand cream, it's got to be a white liquid." "No no, I'll tell you when you get here. I've got a plan and if it works we can be fucking her from now on, drunk or sober." "Yeah." "Yeah. Just get over here. I'm going to move her to the bedroom and strip her. The doors unlocked, just come on in." And then there was a beep as the call was terminated. Rubbers and hand lotion? A plan? Do you still want to fuck Ashley? Suddenly confrontation was no longer on my mind. I was curious, I wanted to see what was going to happen. I tucked the Beretta into the small of my back and headed back to the bedroom. I know it's a clich‚, but I got into the closet. First though, I grabbed a chair (it's a large walk-in closet). I arranged things so I was comfortable, cracked the door just enough so I could see out, and settled in to wait. While I waited I thought about the phone conversation I'd just heard. Was Frank still hot for Ashley? Why would Frank be hot for my wife; for that matter Mike obviously wanted to fuck her too, drunk or sober. That means he had the hots for her too. The hots for Ashley? Why would a couple of guys have the hots for an old married broad like Ashley? I got the answer about three minutes later when Mike brought her into the bedroom, undressed her, and laid her down on the bed. Even though she was out of it and just lying there I suddenly saw her with Mike's eyes. The woman that I lived with, had taken for granted, and gotten used too, looked sexy as hell lying there on that bed. How in the hell had I let myself forget that my wife was a fox? Why had it taken a sordid affair like this to suddenly open my eyes to what had been there all along? Lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, legs spread slightly showing some small globs of cum on her pussy lips - I suddenly wanted to fuck her myself. Given that I love my wife and given the sudden realization of how desirable she was, the question now was why didn't I come out of the closet and stop things? The answer was, I don't know. I suspect that most of it was curiosity - Mike had a plan that was going to make it easy for him to fuck Ashley again, drunk or sober, and I had to know what it was. I HAD to know if she would fuck him sober. I know that sounds irrational, but what can I say, I'm human and human beings have never been notable for being rational. I watched Mike mount Ashley and fuck her again; she moaned a little and her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, but she gave no outward indication that she knew she was being fucked. I saw Mike start to speed up and his hands went under Ashley's hips and he pulled her to him and I knew he had just pumped another load of cum in her. He was just pulling out when I heard the front door open and a voice call out, "Mike?" "Back here" Mike hollered and about a minute later two young guys came into the room. Both of them were a good ten to fifteen years younger than Ashley and the knowledge that a guy that young had the hots for my wife made me even more ashamed of the way I had come to take her for granted. One of the guys handed Mike a paper sack and said, "Here's the stuff you wanted. What are you going to do with it?" While he was talking he was taking off his clothes and eyeing Ashley on the bed. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to do this. I just wish she knew what was happening." Mike chuckled and said, "She will next time." The younger man said, "You think there will be a next time?" Mike said, "I don't know, but if my plan works there will be," and then he explained to them what he was going to do. They would take all the condoms and fill them with enough hand lotion so they would look like they had cum in them and then they would tie them off and scatter them around the bed and put a couple on the night stand. "And then we will take turns fucking her until we can't get it up anymore. When she wakes up in the morning she will find me in bed with her and as soon as I see her waking up I'll climb back on her again. When we get done I'll tell her how fantastic she was last night when she went out into the parking lot at the bar and gave us all blow jobs, and how great she was when she brought us home and fucked us. She will know from the way her cunt feels that she's been fucked a lot and she will see all the rubbers lying around and she will believe it. I'll tell her how she said she'd like to do it again on Friday night after work, and maybe even on Saturday since her husband will still be gone and we will see what happens. What you guys have to do at work tomorrow is go up to her and thank her and tell her how much you are looking forward to doing it again. And keep on her all day. Take her to lunch, send her flowers, buy her a box of candy, just keep her mind on what she said she would do after work. I'll be working on her all day too. I'll see if I can't take her out for dinner and some drinks and then we will go back to the bar and see what happens." On hearing the plan I got really upset, but not for the reasons you might think. I was going to be stuck in this closet all night, but even worse, I had to be gone in the morning when Ashley got ready to go to work. It just wouldn't do for her to come to the closet and find me sitting there in a chair. For the next couple of hours the three guys took turns fucking Ashley's inert body while I sat in the closet and watched. Toward the end she started showing some life and the last time that Frank fucked her I saw her legs come up and wrap around him. It was two-thirty in the morning when Frank and the other guy left. Mike climbed onto the bed next to Ashley pulled the covers over them and settled in for the night. That meant that I had three hours before Ashley's alarm would go off - three hours to get myself out of the closet and out of the house. I wasn't worried about Ashley, I figured she was still pretty much out of it, but how light a sleeper was Mike? About an hour later I heard him begin to snore. I waited a couple of minutes and then, crouching low, I eased out of the bedroom and the house. I was dying to know how the morning would turn out, but I couldn't risk it. It wasn't until I got to my car that I remembered that I'd left the chair in the closet. I debated going back, but then decided not to risk it. I was parked down the street when Mike and Ashley came out of the house at seven-fifteen in the morning. I couldn't really tell from where I was, but I couldn't detect any signs of hostility. They got into Mike's car and headed downtown with me several cars behind. As they pulled into the parking lot behind the building and parked, I got the answer to the question of how Ashley reacted to finding Mike in her bed when she woke up - they leaned toward each other and kissed before getting out of the car. That evening I parked where I could see Ashley when she got off work. She got into Mike's car with him and they drove to the Panda Bar and Grill where they pulled next Ashley's car and parked. They went inside and I moved to a back corner of the lot and settled in to wait. Half an hour later Frank and the guy who had been with him showed up and went into the bar. For two hours nothing happened and then Frank and Ashley came out and went to Frank's car, got in and began to neck. About five minute's later Ashley's head went down and when it didn't come right back up I knew that Frank was getting his dick sucked. I knew what I had set out to find out - that a sober Ashley, not drunk on her ass, would be unfaithful. I left the parking lot and drove home. I parked two blocks away, walked back to the house and began to set things up for what I expected to happen later in the evening. Our rear porch is actually a wrap around deck that goes across the back of the house and half way down the south side. There is door from our bedroom out onto the porch, but I was gambling that no one would come out during the night's activities, and even if they did I could vault the rail and duck down out of sight. I fixed the blinds so I could see in, cracked the window just a little so I could hear; I arranged the deck chair so I could sit and watch and then I went inside to wait. About eleven a car pulled into the drive and I peek out the blinds and saw Ashley get out of her car just as a second car pulled into the drive behind her. At almost the same time another car pulled up and parked at the curb. I moved to the back of the house and when the front door opened I heard Ashley say, "Anyone want coffee? I can put a pot on," and then Frank's voice, "Forget the coffee baby, you know what I want" and then the it seemed as if all four of them were talking at once and heading towards the bedroom. I moved outside and took up my spot on the deck chair. A minute or so later Ashley came into the bedroom followed by the three guys; she reached behind her to get the zipper of her dress, but Mike moved to her and pulled it down for her. "Do slow sexy strip for us baby, like you did last night." Ashley looked puzzled, "A sexy strip? I don't ever in my life remember doing a sexy strip. In fact, I've never ever done before what you say I did last night. If I hadn't seen all the condoms and if my pussy hadn't felt like it did this morning I would have called you all liars. I'm still not sure about this, but I just have to know if it was as good as the three of you say it was. I can't believe that I went from never cheating to doing three of you in one night." She stopped undressing and looked at the three of them standing there watching, "The only reason you are here is that I don't remember last night, but after talking to the three of you I just have to find out what it was like. So be prepared, this could only be a one time thing." As she finished undressing the guys began to strip and Ashley said, "God, I still don't believe it. Three guys and twelve rubbers. That means I had each of..." and she stopped and looked at them, "Who has the condoms?" The three guys, caught unawares, looked at each other sheepishly and Ashley understood immediately what those looks meant. "Forget it" she said, "I'm past the point where I can get pregnant. For the next three and half-hours I watched as the three men had Ashley suck their cocks, play with their balls, and fuck them. And she loved it; constantly asking who was next and asking them to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster. As soon as one came she had to have the next right away and then Mike asked her to turn over. Ashley, expecting to be fucked from the back, got on her hands and knees, but when Mike began poking at her ass hole she pulled away from him, "No! Not there. I've never done it there" and Mike said, "Before last night you'd never done three guys before either. Just relax, you're going to like this." And she did. She was in pain at first, but she ended up begging them to fuck her ass. She finally wore them out. They were spent! Positively, absolutely could not get it up again. Neither could I. I had watched and beat myself damn near raw. Watching them try to keep up with Ashley had been the most exciting thing I had ever seen. Frank and the other guy (I never did find out his name) dressed and left and Mike climbed in bed with Ashley. She tried to suck him hard again, but he just couldn't get it up. As she curled up next to him on the bed she said, "We are not going to make this a habit." Mike asked what she meant and she said, "I mean you waking up in my bed." Mike was silent for a bit and then said, "When can we do this again?" Ashley said, "Well, you and I will most definitely do it again in the morning, but all of you? I don't honestly know that we will ever do it again." "Why not?" asked Mike, "You obviously loved it." "I know I did and it surprised the hell out of me. But I'm a married woman and I love my husband." Ashley put her hand on his cock and stroked him a couple of times, "We will just have to wait and see." Shortly thereafter I heard snoring and I left. I am not without a mean streak. Ashley always wakes up at six on Saturday and at six-ten I figured that Mike would be buried in her so I called on my cell phone. When Ashley answered the phone I could hear heavy breathing in the background so I knew my timing had been perfect. "The weather turned to shit baby, so we called things off and I'll be home early. I would have called you last night when we made the decision to quit, but I didn't want to disturb you. I'm almost home, should be there in a couple of minutes or so. Love you baby, bye." And then I sat there at the end of the block and watched Mike come flying, half dressed, out the front door. I wondered if any of the neighbors were up and looking that way. It would really pique their interest if they saw that and then me pulling into the drive. As soon as Mike's car was out of sight I started the car and drove up to the house. When I walked in the front door I was greeted by a naked Ashley, "You could not have come at a better time. I am hot and I want to be fucked," and she drug me into the bedroom. "How much do you love me?" she asked. A whole lot more than you know I thought as I said, "One whole hell of a lot baby, you know that. Why?" "I want you to do something that you have never done." "What?" I asked. "I want you to fuck me in my ass, and then we have to talk." Ashley told me the whole story while I sat there and tried to look hurt (God, if she only knew how much it turned me on to watch in action) and disappointed, it was hard, but I did my best. When she was done I said, "Is that it? Hell, if you have any more bad news hit me with it now and get it over with." She was silent for a couple of moments and then she said, "Well, there is one more thing." "What?" I asked. "I want to do it again." That was six months ago and Ashley stops after work at the Panda two or three times a week now, just long enough to pass out a blow job or two or get laid in the back seat of a car. Once a week she goes to a motel room with the boys (there are five of them now) and then she comes home and tells me all about what she did and I get so turned on that I fuck her till my dick hurts. Five times now I have gone out of town on business, all the way to the closet or deck chair, where I sat and watched as my sexy wife drained the life out of her lovers. Mike doesn't get to spend the night and wake up with Ashley at those times, but I have made several legitimate out of town business trips and on those occasions Mike has spent the night. At work and at the Panda Ashley is known as Mike's married girlfriend; a girlfriend who is ready to fuck anyone he asks her to. Almost all of her female co-workers think she is a slut, and all of her co-workers think I am brain dead idiot who doesn't have a clue as to what his whorish wife is up to. I got a big charge out of going to her company Christmas party and walking around with a drink in my hand, looking like a guy without a care in the world, as Ashley snuck out into the parking lot and gave a couple of blow jobs and got fucked in the back seat of Frank's car and everybody just waited to see if I would catch her at it. I don't take her for granted anymore, but I do take her sexually every chance I get. I never get tired of her coming home and telling me about the sucking and fucking she had just done, and I damn sure will never get tired of watching. Lotion and Lucy When my wife first introduced me to her college friend Lucy, Lucy explained that many Koreans take an "American" name. I didn't and still don't know if this is true or not. Lucy was an odd woman. She was extremely talkative, barely 5 feet tall, pudgy in a lumpy sort of way, highly intelligent, and if the stories my wife told me could be believed, she was a total slut. She and Lucy had gone to the same college and apparently raised hell together. My wife Jen loved to tell me sordid stories from her past, usually while she was giving me a hand job. Some of those stories included Lucy. Lucy had come and visited us a few times over the years and while she and my wife had a kinky history, we agreed never to bring Lucy into our lifestyle. Jen just didn't want to know Lucy in that way. It didn't bother me much. I liked Lucy but really wasn't attracted to her at all, which is why I'm all the more surprised I fucked her behind my wife's back. Quite literally. It started fairly unintentional. Lucy was down from Michigan visiting us between internships. We'd spent the night at home, grilled out, and had a few drinks. At about ten o'clock I started getting tired of watching those two lushes pound away margaritas so I said my good nights and left them to their drunken snickering. I feel asleep right away like I always do and didn't stir till I felt my wife get into her side of the bed sometime later. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep for undetermined amount of time before I felt a weight on the bottom of the bed. I opened my bleary eyes and looked down to see my wife crawling on the bed. I laid there and sleepily and hoped she'd come to bed horny and wanted to fuck. I couldn't see much but she crept up a bit and started to pull down the covers. I felt her hands on my chest and my cock started to stiffen as her hands went to my underwear. She drunkenly fumbled with them before I had to help her pull them down. I folded my pillow in half and leaned back as her tiny hands started roughly pulling at my dick. Normally Jen wasn't this clumsy even when she was drunk. I almost said something but then I felt her hot mouth on the head of my cock and I decided all was forgiven. I raised one bent leg and settled back as her wet warm mouth worked it's way up and down on my rock hard cock. I dropped a hand to the back of her head and I noticed that her hair felt a little more coarse then usual. She quickly ducked away and started to suck on my balls with her left hand jerking my cock. Signing contently I glanced to my right and noticed a shape in the bed next to me. My first thought that it was one of our dogs that snuck in but I realized with a sudden horror that I could make out my wife's sleeping face not two feet from me. It took a second for my sleep and sex addle brain to figure out that it was Lucy down there with my balls in her mouth. I sat up quickly in bed in shock when suddenly Lucy lunged forward and kissed me full on the lips with her wet mouth. I smelled the tequila and sour mix full force as her mouth opened up and her tongue attacked my lips. I firmly shoved her back on her chubby ass. "Are you fucking crazy?" I asked. "Shhhhh. It's okay." Her words were slurred. "Lucy get the hell out of here before Jen wakes up." I whispered at her angrily. She giggled a bit at this. "She's drunk." "Yes and so are you. Now get out of our room." "Aww you know you liked me sucking your cock." "Out now before I toss your drunk ass outside." "Jen didn't tell me you were a faggot." I didn't think. I swung my legs out of bed, grabbed her by the top of her pudgy arm and yanked her out of bed. Her feet could barely keep up with me as I shoved her ass down the hallway back to the guest room. We must have been quite a sight. An ugly, chubby, Asian woman getting accosted by a naked man with a rock hard, curved cock. I shoved her into her room and she half fell against the bed. Then I turned and started to head back to my room. "Oww. You fucking asshole." I whirled on her furiously and I could feel the heat rolling off my shoulders. There was a little more light in this room and I realized how pathetic she looked half hanging onto the bed, her short nightgown up around her chubby middle. Without knowing what I was doing I strode back into the room, and I'm ashamed to say I was pleased by the fact she shrank away from me, before I grabbed her and heaved her on the bed. The next thing I know I'm spreading apart her legs roughly and I buried my face in her hot crotch. I attacked it angrily and slurping, almost chewing it. Her hands reached down but I shoved them away and bent her legs at the knees. I held her like this and found her clit and tongued it for a few moments before sticking my whole tongue in her wide pussy. I tongue fucked her hard and I felt her coarse thick pubic hair crunch up against my nose. She was starting to moan loudly and I climbed up and kissed her sloppily and rough. Our tongues greedily found each other and her hands went back to my cock until I leaned back and slapped them away. Her ugly little face looked confused for a second before I ripped her night gown and took one of her lumpy tits in my mouth. Her nipples were hard and long and I greedily alternated sucking and biting them. She flapped her legs open underneath me and I reached my right hand down and rubbed the outside of her lips before sticking my two middle fingers into her forcibly. She gasped at this and again I felt her hands on my head before I grabbed them with my free hand and pinned them up behind her head. "No. You lay there!" I whispered at her hatefully. I kissed her roughly while I finger fucked her hard. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed them around her clit before putting three of them back into her. "Your such a slut. You want to get fucked, then I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your gaped pussy." she started grunting and pushing her hips down against my hand. "That feels so good, fuck me." she cried as I bent down and started sucking her misshapen tits again, then I stuck my pinkie finger into her hot slit. I pistoned my hand all the way up to my knuckles in her pussy. I've always been happy with my average length, slightly bent and thickish cock, but I knew Lucy was so stretched out it would feel like fucking a wet grocery bag. There was no way I was going to fill that and with a quick glance around the room I had an idea. I pulled out my slick hand and climbed off of her. I walked over to the dresser where she had spread out all her things. I grabbed a plastic bottle of hair spray product that was about two and a half inches in diameter. I looked over at her and noticed her sit up a bit with what might have been concern on her face. "What.." "Shhh." I replied knocking over a few things before finding the lotion bottle I was looking for. I took a few long pumps of lotion then spread it liberally on my dick. Then I took a few more and spread it all over the base of the lotion bottle. I looked up at her and saw some realization in her eyes. "Turn around and lay on the bed." She hesitated for a second before she swung her lumpy ass over the edge of the bed. Her short thick little legs were spread wide, and I took my lotioned hand and rubbed up and down her pussy. "Pull your ass apart." I said and she reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her small dimpled hands. I saw her dark asshole against the paler flesh and I ringed it a few times with my middle finger. She put all her weight on the bed and moaned. With my free hand I took the lotioned up bottle of hairspray and pushed it into her pussy. It went in easily. She moaned a little about it and my other hand kept roughly fingering the outside of her asshole. I raised one leg and put my foot on the bed beside her hip and took my hand from her butt hole and used it to help glide my greased dick into her pussy. I felt the hair spray bottle try and come back out as my dick pushed against it, but I held it and my cock in place. With my cock on top of the bottle I began to fuck Lucy from behind. "Oh shit. Oh God. That's it." She moaned as I pumped her roughly. It did feel good. Her hot pussy stretched tight on the top of my dick and the cool hard hair spray bottle on the bottom. I looked down and saw her asshole scrunched up against my cock and I let a long line of spit drop from my mouth into her ass crack. Reaching down with my free hand I grabbed the back of her black hair and pulled her head back. "You like that you slut? You like creeping into my bedroom and sucking my cock with your best friend sleeping next to me?" I pounded her hard as I whispered fiercely into her ear. "Yes. Give it to me. I feel so full right now." I responded with letting her head flop back down to the bed and grabbing her by the hips and fucking her like I was trying to kill her. Somewhere along the way the bottle of hair spray fell out, but I continued to pump away in her loose pussy until I felt ready to explode. I grabbed my cock and pulled out. I leaned forward and pushed it's head against her asshole and squeezed tight before sending thick ropes of cum against it. I pumped it with my fist, breathlessly, and I felt her push back against my cock and fist. I kept jacking it and gasped as her greedy asshole almost swallowed the tip. The heat from my cum and her wide open pussy rubbed against the knuckles of my fist. I backed away wobbly legged. Lucy stayed where she was on the bed, a gaped, wet mess. Spent, I leaned back against the dresser, unsure if I should say anything or just go back to bed. When she spoke it surprised me a bit. "I didn't come yet." She said as she wiggled her ass at me. I stood there for a moment before resigning myself to turning around and finding the bottle of lotion again. Lotion Leads to Love "Who's Lisa?" I asked my mom. "Oh, you remember Lisa. She lives down the hall from Beth," my mom replied. "She's that girl from New York City." The memory came flooding back to me. I had only met Lisa one time, but she made quite an impression on me. I had accompanied my mom when she drove Beth to Pomona College for her sophomore year. As I helped move her stuff from the car to her dorm room, I kept passing an open door, behind which a young lady lay on her bed reading. She glanced up each time I passed, but always returned to her book. After the third or fourth time I walked by, her curiosity must have kicked in, and I found her leaning against the doorframe on my next pass. "So, are you moving in?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nope, not me. Just helping out my sister." We talked for a few minutes. That's when I learned her name was Lisa, she was starting her first year, and that she hailed from New York City. I've never been to the Big Apple and I've always been curious about it, so I normally would have asked her about it. But two things prevented me from doing so. First, I'm a fairly shy guy. Not in any sort of debilitating way. I can hold my end of a conversation, but it doesn't come easily to me and I'm always nervous I'll say something stupid. That's enough to prevent me from speaking comfortably in front of strangers. Secondly, and far more importantly, Lisa was really hot. She had a lovely smile, long, dark hair with tight curls, and bronze, blemish-free skin. Her large breasts strained behind a white cotton T-shirt – a wonderful contrast to her dark skin -- and I even noticed a hint of nipples out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't quite discern her ethnicity, but I later learned she's bi-racial. The entire conversation lasted less than 10 minutes, but it was enough to inspire more than a few fantasies that I enjoyed alone in my room. That was last fall. It's now spring break, and I found out that Beth was bringing Lisa home for a week. I guess Lisa didn't have enough money to fly across the country, so Beth invited her to spend the week at our house, which is only a two-hour drive east from Pomona. Needless to say, the news of Lisa's impending arrival rekindled some of the fantasies involving her. Little did I know! Beth and Lisa arrived in time for a late dinner last Friday night. Lisa was just as pretty as I remembered, and I did feel a bit nervous around her. I don't have a lot of experience with women, and I certainly don't claim to understand them, so I was fairly quiet in her company. I thought I was talking just enough to hide how I was feeling, but apparently not. On Saturday night, Lisa even pointed out that I seemed shy. I blushed a bit, Beth happily confirmed her suspicion, and I shrugged my shoulders. "That's so cute!" Lisa exclaimed, smiling. I rolled my eyes and went up to my room. SUNDAY MORNING When I woke up the next morning, I heard the shower running, so I threw on some loose shorts and an old T-shirt and stumbled downstairs. My mom and Beth were on their way out the door to get New York City style bagels (to make Lisa feel at home, no doubt), so I plopped down on the living room sofa and flipped on the TV. About a minute later, Lisa came downstairs wearing a white cotton robe and a towel wrapped around her head. Man, is she a looker! Again, I noticed (or did I ogle?) her smooth, dark skin and long legs. Lisa looked around. "Where's Beth?" she wondered. "My mom and Beth went to get some bagels. They'll be back in about 10 minutes." I explained. "Oh. Well, what are you doing?" "Well, now that you're out of the shower, I guess I'll go take one myself." And I started to get up. "You're not leaving because you're feeling shy, are you?" Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. "No, not at all. Just feeling a bit grungy." "Well, can you help me first?" She walked over to the sofa, moved the ottoman right in front of me and sat down on it. It was then I noticed she was holding a tube of lotion. "Would you mind helping me put on the lotion?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Would I like to help put on lotion? I would LOVE to. I would PAY for the privilege. "Uhhh, okay, if you'd like," I said as dead-pan as I could. "Great!" She handed me the tube, and lifted one leg up, placing her foot on the edge of the sofa right between my legs. She put her hands behind her so she could lean back a little bit. The effect was remarkable. Her robe opened slightly at the top, so that I could see a good deal of her upper chest, including the very top of her breasts. With one leg up on the sofa, the bottom of the robe fell open a bit so that most of her upper thigh was revealed. I squeezed some lotion on my hands, rubbed them together to warm it up, and started applying it to her leg. She was clearly in great physical condition. Her leg and calf muscles were well developed and tight, and I loved their firmness as I massaged the lotion into her skin. I moved my hands around from her knees to the top of her feet, rubbing and squeezing, making sure not to miss a spot with the lotion. "That feels nice," she sighed, leaning back a little bit more. "Don't forget my thigh." I gulped, squeezed more lotion on my hands, and resumed the treatment above her knee, squeezing and massaging, slowly – very slowly – making my way up her leg. I wasn't sure how high up she wanted me to go, so I looked at her for a reaction. She was looking right back into my eyes, not saying a word, gently purring. I continued rubbing up her leg, and even slipped my hands beneath the robe flap, about 6 inches from her pussy, still rubbing and kneading. She just watched me. I was just about to cover the final few inches when she cleared her throat. "I think we're about done with that leg, don't you?" Her wide smile made it clear that she knew how uncomfortable I was. I withdrew my hands, Lisa put her leg down and raised the other one up to take its place. I squirted more lotion on my hand and repeated the treatment on her other leg. By this time, I sported a huge hard-on, which I tried to hide as best I could in spite of the loose shorts. It didn't help that she kept quietly watching me, smiling a little more broadly every time I swallowed. I finished her lower leg and moved my hands up to her thigh. She sighed again, and leaned back even further. "That feels soooooo nice." At the same time, she pushed her foot forward on the sofa until it came into light contact with my shorts. I jumped when I felt her toes against me, and stopped rubbing her thigh. "Are you feeling shy now?" she asked, as she applied more pressure against my covered dick and wiggled her toes. I tried to answer, but managed only a grunt. "Why did you stop?" she asked innocently. I kept rubbing and squeezing her thigh, and Lisa resumed working me with her foot. I was just about to make another attempt to touch her pussy when I heard the car door slam. My mom and sister must have returned with the bagels. I pushed Lisa's leg away, and quickly stood. The tent in my shorts was so pronounced it almost hit Lisa in the face as I turned to leave the room. I could feel her eyes follow me as I bounded up the stairs. SUNDAY NIGHT My mom had gone to bed, and once again I found myself on the sofa watching TV, still wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but not quite as grungy. Beth and Lisa, also wearing comfortable shorts and T-shirts, came into the room and asked what I was watching. "Some stupid horror movie. Feel free to join me, if you want." The girls looked at each other, shrugged, and moved towards the sofa. They both joined me on the sofa, Beth on the far end and Lisa between us. Both girls lifted their legs up on the ottoman. Boy, does the sight of sexy legs turn me on! I shifted my position to hide my dick in anticipation that it might come proudly to life, inspired by Lisa's closeness and the sight of her legs and feet. We watched the movie in relative silence, occasionally commenting on the absurdity of the plot and the characters' behavior. As we sat there, Lisa leaned into me slightly, her shoulders gently pressing against my upper arm. I slowly moved my right knee so that it pressed against her left leg, and she subtlely returned the pressure. It was very awkward with Beth sitting there too, but she didn't seem to notice. "Brrrrr. Are you guys cold?" Lisa asked, shivering and rubbing her arms dramatically. Beth reached behind the sofa and lifted up a large throw that we keep there. She passed it over to Lisa, who thanked her. Lisa spread out the throw so that it covered all three of us, from our waists down, and then she settled back down on the sofa, a little closer to me than she had started. "There, that's much better!" We continued watching the movie. Lisa continued pressing her body against me. After a few minutes, her hand landed lightly on my upper thigh, and just sat there. I tried my best to register no reaction whatsoever, and Lisa just left it there in that spot, with no further movement. After another few minutes, her hand began to move. She spread out her fingers and gently kneaded my thigh, skin against skin. I pulled the throw more snugly around me, and my heart leapt at the possibilities. Lisa did not disappoint me. Over the next 10 minutes, her hand gradually made its way higher up my thigh, her fingers finally slipping beneath the leg of my shorts. My breathing grew more rapid and I started to twitch as she continued her ministrations. I glanced over at the girls, both of whom continued to watch the movie. She was so close to touching my dick that time seemed to stand still. All of my concentration was focused on the warmth and touch of her hand, inches from my manhood. Her fingers advanced, and it took all my energy to suppress a groan when she finally made contact. She ran her fingers up and down the length of my dick, curling around. Squeezing. Caressing. All trapped within the confines of my shorts. This treatment continued for several minutes. Lisa slipped her hand out of my shorts to work on my button and zipper. I wasted no time helping her remove my shorts, moving as little as possible so as not to arouse Beth's suspicion. "My hands are so dry," announced Lisa. "Beth, would you please pass that lotion on the side table?" Beth looked to her right, found the same tube that Lisa had earlier, and passed it to her. Lisa removed the cap, squirted a generous amount on her hands, and rubbed them together. She managed to steal a glance over at me, gave me a big smile and a wink, and then turned her attention back to her hands. She squeezed a little more on her palm, without rubbing it in, and looked over again to make sure I saw it. Then she handed the tube back to Beth and settled back to continue watching the movie. In the meantime, I had successfully pulled my shorts to my knees, beneath the cover of the throw. Moments later, Lisa's hand returned to my thigh, dancing and feeling its way higher until it found my unencumbered hard-on. She wrapped her newly lubricated hand around me and slowly pumped up and down. The sensation was absolutely incredible, and my twitching and shuddering increased drastically. Thankfully, Beth could not tell because Lisa was sitting between us, and the sound was drowned out by the movie soundtrack. Lisa continued pumping me, occasionally cupping and tickling my balls, squeezing and twisting, her soft hand sliding around freely. I could feel the orgasm approaching, and she must have sensed it too. She tightened her grip and pumped with a fast rhythm, up and down, up and down. Sliding over me quicker and quicker, tighter and tighter. I tensed my thigh muscles and curled my toes, trying to hold back as long as I could. But Lisa increased her pace. I didn't have a chance. I held my breath and tensed completely as I finally let loose, spurting shot after shot on to my stomach. Lisa continue pumping until I was totally spent. My breathing returned to normal, and Lisa withdrew her hand and stole another glance at me, her smile revealing that she enjoyed herself almost as much as I did. Shortly thereafter, the movie came to end. I didn't dare move, and waited for the girls to retire before getting up and cleaning myself off. TUESDAY MORNING Lisa and Beth were out of the house most of the next day (Monday), shopping and running errands. I had plans with friends that night, and didn't get home until very late. By the time I finally returned to the house, everyone seemed to be asleep. So I stripped out of my clothes, climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, Lisa quietly came into my room and slipped into bed with me. I didn't wake up right away, but I became conscious of her presence before long because she started kissing my neck, shoulders, and chest. I moaned, and realized what was happening just as she flicked her tongue over my sensitive nipple and lifted her leg up and resting it across my thighs. "Oh, Lisa. That feels incredible!" I groaned. She just purred in response and continued to lick me. She bent her leg so that her knee came in contact with my dick, which by this time had grown to its full length. She rubbed me with her knee for a few minutes, making sure I was ready for her, and then she shifted her position. Lisa kept her mouth clamped over one of my nipples and she pinched the other one while she straddled me. I felt the warmth of her pussy pressing down on my erection. She reached her hand down between us, guided it to my throbbing cock, and positioned me at her opening. "Are you still feeling shy" she asked as she pushed down against me. I sank inside her. The feeling was absolutely amazing. She was so tight and warm! "Hmmm? Still shy, little boy?" I just groaned again in response. Lisa shifted and rotated her hips, forcing me further inside her until I was buried completely. Then she placed her hands on my chest and pumped up and down, milking me with her tight pussy. "Oh my God! That's amazing," I gasped as Lisa picked up the pace. Before long, she was pounding me, up and down, up and down, my cock buried inside her. I grabbed her thighs and pushed my hips up, meeting her motion. "Ah ah ah ah" she moaned, still bouncing on top of me and pinching my nipples. "I can't hold it! Slow down or I'm going to come to soon!" But that just egged her on more. She continued to bounce on top of me, squeezing my nipples with her fingers and clamping her feet to the top of my thighs. "No, no no!" I sputtered in rhythm to her movement. But she was too intent, jack-hammering me relentlessly. "Oh my God, oh my God!" I groaned, clenching my teeth and squeezing her thighs. My balls tensed, I held it for a moment on the brink, and then I exploded inside her. She continued rocking me, milking every drop, before collapsing on top of me. I just lay there recovering and panting. After a few minutes, she kissed me deeply on the lips, climbed off me, and stood up. "Good night," she said with a little wave, and quietly slipped out of my room. Beth and Lisa will be at the house for another four days. I wonder what's in store! The End Lotion Tease You gently knocked on the bathroom door; I loved how you were always so polite. "Yes, James?" I knew you were awake for a bit, and heard the shower go off, and guessed you were coming in for a little peek. I put the towel just around me some, and hid my pussy so you would just get enough of a look to get you interested, not that you really needed that. You opened the door, and I watched your eyes go up and down my still damp body sitting on the side of the tub drying myself, as you asked, "Thought you might like another coffee." "Thanks, sweetheart," as I pointed to my cup on the top of the toilet shelf. You almost didn't get it with the first reach, as you weren't looking at the cup. "Get it for you, my queen," as you went out the door. I came out of the bathroom from my shower, with a towel wrapped around my hair and body. I squeezed my long auburn hair in the towel, and rubbed it to get most of the water out. I plugged in the blow dryer and waited for a commercial in the program you were watching as you sat on the bed. Your back was braced with your pillow and you were sipping on your coffee, and had put mine on the washstand. When a commercial came on, I turned on the blow dryer, and bending at the waist, ran my fingers through my hair as the hot air rushed through it. Finished with my hair, I walked over to the bed with my coffee, kissed your cheek gently, and said, "Thanks, sweet; how you doin," taking a sip of the coffee. "Doing well," you replied, crunching some toast into your mouth. I turned away from you, and brushed my hair out looking into the mirror, seeing you sitting on the bed in the mirror. I looked at your chest showing above the sheet you had over you up to your waist as you sat on the bed. I continued to brush my hair, between sips of my coffee. Each time I reached for the coffee and felt the towel move up some over my legs, I saw your eyebrows rise. I smiled to myself. Finishing with my hair, I picked up the jar of Oil of Olay lotion, and turned around facing you. I began to talk about what we were going to do at Penn's Landing today, as I put my right foot on the bed next to you. I shook some lotion onto my hand, put the jar down, rubbed my hands together, and began to apply the lotion to my right calf. I was talking about the trip to you, as I applied more lotion to my hands and applied it to my right knee, and pushing the towel up with my wrists as I moved my hands up my thigh. I watched as you tried to be nonchalant about it, but could see you were not looking at my eyes as you talked, but rather your eyes were following my hands rubbing and squeezing my thigh. "I think you're more interested in the lotion than lunch on the river," I chuckled. You giggled back, "Well, it is kind of sensuous watching you, you know." Putting my right foot back on the floor, I moved the left to the bed, and moving the towel off my left leg said, "I sure hope so," as I began applying lotion to my left thigh with a smile. You smiled back, and continued to watch my hands rubbing my thigh. I noticed your hand move under the sheet. I knew you were applying gentle pressure to the bulge that had grown between your legs, the effect I wanted by teasing you. I smiled again to myself, and knew I had your attention now. Standing only about two feet from you, I put my left leg back on the floor, shook the jar into my hand again, and took the towel off. I began to apply the lotion around my hips and my ass and up my waist, as I looked right at you. My skin glistening with the oil in the light from the dressing table lamp. You could feel my eyes on you as the circular motion of my hands on my hips transfixes you. I could see you squeezing your hardness between your legs, rocking one over the other. I could tell you were breathing faster, as your chest moved more quickly up and down. You reached out to touch me, but I pulled back from your hand. Wagging my second finger at you, I teased, "Oh, no; I'm not finished applying the oil to make my skin stay soft" as I moved my hands up to my breasts, and stroked my nipples, that were now hard from teasing you, with my fingers. I cupped each breast in a hand, and kneaded it like bread dough; squeezing and releasing all around. I put my left foot back on the bed, and turned my hips so my naked body faced you. I moved my hands down to my pussy and with my left hand pulled the lip out, and with my right middle finger began to play with my clit. I moved my hips back and forth toward you, just as I would when making love. Your eyes were wide, watching my finger twirling around my now wet clit and pussy lips. Your hand was now moving up and down on your hard, and wet cock as I watched the sheet move to the rhythm of your hand. I continued to rub myself, feeling the excitement building in me, as it was in you. I so enjoy exciting you; making you want me; forcing you to need to be with me, making you lose track of everything but the insistence to cum, by using my body to arouse you. I leaned forward toward your ear, my hair touching the side of your face, so you could smell the cleanness and perfume, my breast just touching your chest, as I whisper to you, "Anywhere you need oil applying, my sweet?" JAMES ACTS I toss back the covers revealing the fact that the lotioning of your sweet delicate little body has definitely interested me. My long hard thick throbbing member is bulging against the boxers you gave me last Christmas. I motion you to sit at the end of the bed, your naked body and perky breasts exciting me even more. I slide my hand inside my boxers, and start to massage. Your eyes widen as you see pre-cum start to stain my boxers. My mouth is now partly open, my eyes wide and dilated. I am still smiling, but starting to look a little desperate. I slide my hand up and down my shaft, the whole length, lubricating it with the pre-cum. You can hear the wetness between my hand and cock as I slide up and down. You have completely turned to face me now. On all fours at the foot of the bed. I spread my legs and put my other hand under my boxers. One hand grasps my balls while the other slides up and down my shaft. The smile is mostly gone now, replaced with a look that is almost painful, aching. I start to grunt and moan. "Loraaaaaaaaa, oh my sweet Loraaaaaaaaaaa," I call out. "I want you Lora, I NEED you, desperately." You slide up between my legs, your hands sliding up and down my legs. You massage the lotion into my thighs. You smile at the feel of the muscles, knowing that our workouts together are showing some "beneficial" effects. You can stand it no more, realizing I am close to orgasm. You reach up, grab the waistband of the shorts, and slide them down. This reveals my cock. The excitement has me longer, thicker, and harder than you have seen me in a while. The anticipation has me more excited than I have been since our first time. I am still stroking. Long slow strokes. Biting my lower lip. Looking desperately at you. My eyes begging you to please, please, PLEASE bring your tight sweet pulsating little pussy and slide down on my cock. You read me perfectly. You take my hands in yours. Our fingers intertwine. You slide up. You reach down grasping my long thick cock. You direct it to the entrance of your pussy. THEN, YOU DROP ON IT, TAKING IT ALL IN AT ONCE. We both gasp. You grab my hands again and start rocking. You slide back and forth against my pelvis. Your sweet little clit, rubbing the hair above my cock. I am so deep; I can feel the back of your vaginal wall, rubbing against the head of my cock. The feeling is marvelous, fantastic, erotic, sensual, almost more than I can stand. You toss your head back, your hair flowing down your back and close your eyes. A smile crosses your face. I adore those luscious lips, especially now, all swollen with excitement. You look down at me with dilated huge eyes and a look that says you will not be denied. You MUST be satisfied. Your rocking and grinding gets faster. My thrusting up to you gets harder. I slide my hands out of yours and grasp your waist. The size of your little body turns me on even more. Your smooth skin candy for my eyes. My hands slide up and down your torso and along your legs. I slide my hands to those perky breasts and start massaging. The feel of your nipples in the palms of my hands is too much for me. Luckily, you feel the same way. Simultaneously, WE CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!! I shoot sweet hot creamy white seed all up inside of you. I scream your name, "LORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" My head thrashes back and forth. I grunt. I moan. I scream. We smile as we lay together, knowing now it will be a much later lunch than planned; but also that we will be smiling at each other throughout.