****** Hung Yearnings by little miss blair ******
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Hung Yearnings


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I'm writing this story for a variety of reasons, reasons only important to
myself. Tomorrow I will be 40 years old. My story, however, begins 9 years ago
when I was 31.

My name is Jessica. I've been married for 9 years to a wonderful, caring man I
met in college. We have two lovely children, a boy 6 and a daughter 8. My 31st
birthday was yesterday, and as usually my husband treated me to a night of
dinner and dancing. He so enjoys doing for me that my pleasures are as equally
pleasurable to him.

We want for nothing really, nothing material that is. That's not to say we're
filthy rich, we don't have yachts and jets, but we live extremely comfortable
in a clean, safe upscale neighborhood.

When I was a child my mother religiously made an entry in her daily diary. She
always told me her history was important to her and she found real satisfaction
in reading, and recalling, what her days and weeks were like 10 years prior.

I guess I'm my mother's daughter because I've been keeping a diary since I was
10 years old. This is really where my story begins, with my diary.

Occasionally I enter thoughts that some people probably would think are best
left unsaid. My husband knew I valued my privacy, and as far as knew up to this
time, he never violated that trust by taking a peek at my innermost thoughts.

To this day I don't know if I left the diary out in the open subconsciously,
hoping he would read it, are I simply forgot to put it away.

Even after he read a few pages, it took him weeks to tell me. The entry he read
so upset him he couldn't keep it to himself. He postponed telling me until it
really began to eat him up inside.

The entry he read: "There are moments, like today, that a slutishness wells up
in me. A time when I want to know what it would feel like to be fulfilled
sexually. By fulfilled I mean my womb being tickled by the head of a large
cock, my imaginary G-spot probed, my total cunt cavity filled to capacity."

That was the entry in my diary. You can see how this would certainly concern a
husband who thought everything was all right in his marriage. And they were all
right as far as I was concerned. Only when these occasional longings arose did
I question my happiness. But everyone has there own therapy in life. Mine was
to masturbate once, twice or several times till this feeling went away.

But this entry in my diary, to say the least, was a direct insult to my
husband's manhood. I can only imagine the agony this entry caused him.

When he finally gathered the courage to confront me I could see the pain and
hurt in his eyes. Only briefly did I entertain the thought of attacking him for
invading my privacy. And I mean briefly, because my heart broke for him as he
stood before me, almost like a beaten man.

My husband, John is his name, is a gentle man, a man with a big heart, a
devoted husband and father, and his love for me is without doubt. And I love
him with all my heart. And I was now put in a position to prove that love all
over again, and not because I had done anything wrong but because, or so I
thought, I had a character flaw.

We put the children to bed that night and met back in the kitchen. I knew we
were going to have a long, drawn out discussion.

I should interject here that our sex life has always been adequate for me. John
has what most men and women consider a normal cock, about six inches. I rarely
have an orgasm when we have intercourse, but being the considerate man John is,
we always had a lot of foreplay. He also love servicing me orally. And I almost
always had an orgasm from his superb tongue. And he always liked to hug and
caress me after intercourse, usually ending with me falling asleep, totally
content.

It took most of the night to finally convince John of my love for him and my
happiness in the marriage. He wanted to know if all women have thoughts like
this. I didn't know and told him so. It just wasn't something my female friends
would consider talking about. He pointed out that men talk about sex a lot,
usually lying about the conquest they've made.

I asked him, point blank, do you men ever talk about your wives amongst
yourselves. He said mostly they talk about the wives of other men. I didn't
understand. He said for instance, almost everyday some one would joke with him
about his sexy wife and how the hell did he ever manage to get her.

I jokingly told him to please let his friends know I appreciated their
complimentary remarks, even if they sounded disrespectful.

I thought that was the end of our problem, that all night discussion. We even
made love that morning before John went to work and he appeared to have his
manhood back and spring in his step when he left for work.

One month later John came home from work with a big surprise. Two tickets,
first class, and reservations at the biggest hotel in Vegas. I was totally
thrilled. He knew how I loved Vegas. We hadn't been there since our daughter
turned three because we didn't feel that was a place to take children on
vacation.

But this was to be just the two of us. He made arrangements with his mother to
keep the kids and we were going alone, dancing, dining and gambling. He knew
how I loved playing the slot machines.

The day arrived, we landed in Vegas, a limo waiting to take us to the hotel.
And the two room suite was fabulous. Everything was perfect.

Our first night we took in a show, dined till we were absolutely stuffed, and I
pulled on slot machines till my arms ached. It was great.

The next day we slept, lounged around the pool and just did nothing. Very lazy.

About 8pm that night John decided we should go dancing. He loved to dance. I
put on my most alluring dress, something to show all my assets and off to the
floors we went.

During a band break John said he spotted someone he met earlier in the day. He
excused himself and went to the bar to talk to him. In a few minutes he was
back, the young man in tow. He introduced him to me as Peter, a dealer at one
of the hotels.

When the band began playing again John insisted I dance with him. Peter was
taller than John, like six foot two, broad shoulders, small waist and a butt to
die for. Extremely handsome man.

As we danced he complimented me on my dress but I wasn't born yesterday, his
eyes were all over my body. As we danced close it seemed like he deliberately
pressed his manhood against my leg. The touch wasn't lost on me. I could feel
that he was not normal, huge might be the word to describe it. And I actually
felt it grow!! I felt a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we ground
against each other disgustedly.

When we arrived back at the table John said he had a headache and was going
back to the room. As I stood to leave John began insisting I stay with Peter
and a have good time dancing.

This was so uncharacteristic of John I asked Peter to excuse us for a minute,
and took John aside. I wanted to know what he was doing, leaving me with a
total stranger.

He explained to me he met Peter on the Internet and this was his gift of love.
I didn't immediately understand. He reminded me of my diary and this was his
way of letting me live out my fantasy.

I tried to explain to him that I just couldn't do something like this but he
was insistent. He pushed me back towards the table and then he was gone. I
couldn't believe it. What man would do this.

I was extremely uncomfortable as I sat down next to Peter. It was awkward to
say the least.

After a few drinks and several dances later I had loosened up considerably. I
could feel a knot developing in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen
before the night was over.

The time of reckoning arrived, he asked me to his room for a nightcap. My voice
was barely audible as I accepted.

He had a small room, a single with a queen size bed, and the only comfortable
place to sit was on its edge.

As we sipped our drink he began nibbling my ear, licking the inside, quickly
turning me into jelly. He stood in front of me, his belt buckle staring me in
the eye. I quickly undone it, zipped down his pants and let them fall to the
floor.

There it was, staring me in the eye. His briefs didn't even cover half of it
and it wasn't even hard yet. My god what a cock was all I could think. I pulled
it out of his briefs holding the head up to my lips. My tongue flicked out,
touching it, tasting it, like a new sucker to a 3 year old.

I could barely get it in my mouth, my jaw muscles ached trying to hold my lips
open around it. As I slowly sucked the first two or three inches it began to
grow in size. I thought the corners of my mouth would split. I removed it
quickly, not wanting it to harm me. So I licked it, the full length, so huge, I
could not get my fingers around it.

I looked up at him. I told him I thought it was too large. That I didn't think
any girl could take a cock this large. He smiled. He knew my protest was weak,
that there was no way I was leaving without trying. And he was so right, so
very, very right.

I stood, turned, he zipped me out of my dress. He forced me down on the bed,
his body and arms so strong I never felt so submissive. As he lay down next to
me and kissed my cheek, stroking my bare tits I whimpered like a school girl.

He leaned over to the night stand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant. He
handed it to me and, without a word I began smearing it over his huge dick. I
was in such awe.. .never had I seen such a huge cock. My only point of
reference was John and, believe me, there was absolutely no comparison.

He wasted no time in straddling my body and I instinctively grasped his member
and placed the head against my pussy lips. I was having misgivings again, I
really thought there was no way this could ever happen.

He pushed slowly, the head stretching me to new dimensions, so wide I thought I
would split. The pain... it was like a good pain, a pain I could stand as
spread my legs even more for maximum room. Two inches, three inches, four. My
hips thrust upwards, five, six, counting no longer seemed to matter.

He was so strong, thrusting his huge cock into me, I felt absolutely primitive,
sucking this huge piece of meat up into my very core. I knew the orgasm
building in me would make me forget all other orgasms I had ever had. This was
going to be the big one, the one I fantasized about so many times.

And then it happened. I felt myself losing it, I had no control of my body. I
convulsed, screamed, whimpered and cried as wave after wave of pleasure washed
over me. I never knew such bliss.

Peter's thrusting hips never lost stride. He continued to fuck me, and fuck me,
and fuck me. I lost count... stop counting as I came and came and came.

He finally stopped, continued laying on top of me, his prick still buried deep
into my womb. His staying power was incredulous. I was so tired, I closed my
eyes and for a minute I fell asleep.

I was awakened by Peter's slow, thrusting tempo and my own hips meeting his,
slamming that huge member in and out of me. We were at it again. I knew my
pussy lips were raw from this continuous fuck fest. How quick, I couldn't
believe it, I was cumming again. Just when I thought I would beg him to stop
another wave of that delicious feeling would sweep over me.

My hands were clasping his taut ass cheeks and, for the first time I felt their
clenching muscles begin to flinch. He was going to cum in me. I wanted it. I
felt his cock throbbing inside me as he filled me with his hot, shooting gism.
The insides of my stomach warmed, like being filled from a hose.

I was so extremely tired, forcing myself to stay awake. Peter rolled off of me
and went into the bathroom. By the time he returned I was dressed. He didn't
understand and showed his displeasure. He had planned on resting a while and
continue our fucking spree.

I apologized profusely, trying to make him understand that this was the best
sex I had ever had in my life. But I also had a husband that allowed me this
experience and didn't want him to worry.

As I walked down the hall to the hotel elevator my legs were wobbly, my entire
body felt as weak as a kitten.

When I arrived back at our suite John was watching television. It was 5 am in
the morning. I knew he wouldn't be sleeping.

His eyes were searching for any difference in me as he followed me around the
suite. His curiosity got the better of him and he began pummelling me with
questions. I was so tired I wanted to wait till later, I wanted to think about
my answers, not be tripped up and say something that might hurt him.

I undressed quickly and crawled into bed. John lay down next to me, still
grilling me about my night. I kissed him on the cheek, told him I appreciated
his gesture in allowing me to fulfill my fantasy, but I had to sleep. I was
dead tired. As I turned, buried my head in the soft pillow, I felt Peter's cum
juice leaking from my pussy as it ran down my leg.

John woke me at noon. I staggered into the bathroom, my body seemed to reek of
stale sex. It aroused me. I jumped into the shower, the hot water caressing my
aching muscles.

I was relieved, but surprised that John didn't start in on me again about my
sex with Peter. We went down to the hotel dining room for brunch.

Peter was setting on the far side of the room, alone. I watched as he rose and
walked down a hallway leading to the restrooms. I told John I should thank him
for being a gentlemen with me since we might not see him again. I didn't wait
for John's response, I arose from the table and walked down the hallway to wait
for him.

When Peter appeared, seeing me, took me firmly by the arm and led me to the
ladies room door. He pushed it open with his leg and in a loud voice inquired
if anyone was in there. Hearing nothing, he pulled me in and locked the door.

I told him I didn't have any idea what he was up to, that I only wanted to
thank him for the night before. I tried to pull away but, being so strong, he
turned me around forcing me to face the large mirror. As I leaned against the
counter I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled his huge organ from his
pants. So quickly, I hardly had time to think, he was nudging me from behind,
ordering me to spread my legs.

I felt the experienced fingers on my cunt, and within seconds, had me wet. The
head of his cock was soon inside me, fucking me from behind like a dog. This
was not his finest hour as I listened to him grunt, apparently one thing in
mind and that was to please himself.

The side effects was I was thrilled to be taken in this vulgar, brusque manner.
My ass was pushing backwards, begging for him to bury his meat in me. He
obliged fucking me vigorously. Within minutes we both came, our bodies
convulsed and shuddered to one intense orgasm. I was surprised how sweaty I had
become from this quick sexual encounter.

He lay across my back for a minute, finally withdrawing his cock from me. He
turned me around, grasping my shoulders and forcing me to kneel down and clean
him with my mouth. As I knelt, legs spread, I could feel his cum juices running
out of me filling my panties.

He left. I tried to clean myself before returning to John. As I walked thru the
dining room, I was sure everyone I passed could surely smell me, the sex, the
cum. Must have been just me cause even John never mentioned anything about it.
He said Peter stopped by the table and thanked him. He told John I was one of
the best sex partners he had ever had.

The remainder of our vacation, or up thru our 2nd to last day, was full of
gambling, dining, drinking, and shows. We attended a show every night, John,
being incredibly efficient, had made reservations in advance for all the shows
that were regularly sold out.

I thought about Peter everyday, not in a loving sense but about his incredible
cock. I had this nagging thought that my sex with Peter could effect my
relationship with John. For now, however, we were having fun and I put it out
of my mind. Besides, neither I nor John had seen Peter since that day in the
dining room. He apparently had left Vegas. That statement about him being a
card dealer was false John told me. He thought Peter might live in Los Angeles.

On our last day in Vegas I was so horny I thought I would burst. All I could
think of was Peter, or anyone else, that had a large cock.

About 6 pm John was taking a shower, preparing to go out to dinner. While he
was in the shower I rang up Peter's room, in the off chance he still happened
to be here.

Another gentlemen answered the phone. He confirmed that indeed, this was still
Peter's room but he was out for the moment. I immediately knew I was going to
attempt one last fling, I didn't care how depraved it may seem to John. He
opened this can of worms and now he would have to live with it.

Anyway, the gentlemen who answered the phone said Peter would return in 15
minutes.

When John came out of the shower I told him that I had called Peter's room and
he was still in Vegas. He knew, without asking, I wanted to see him one more
time before we left. He didn't like it and told me so. He also knew there was
nothing he could do to stop it.

Suddenly our phone rang, it was Peter. I told him I was leaving the next day
and would like to see him one more time. He agreed, telling me to come to his
room about 10 o'clock. I assured him I would be there.

I went to dinner with John but was not very good company. I was so hot in
anticipation I knew I would be well lubricated by the time I got to Peter's
room. I was already wet.

At 9:45 at looked for John in the casino. He was playing blackjack. I whispered
to him that I was going and not to wait up for me. The sadness on his face said
it all but it did nothing towards changing my mind. I was in a fuck mode and
nothing but a big dick was going to change that.

When I arrived at Peter's room the gentlemen I had spoke to on the phone let me
in. It was an extremely awkward moment to say the least. I was standing in the
room, alone with this man, and he was dressed only in his bikini underwear. He
introduced himself as Phillip and informed me that Peter would be back in a few
minutes.

He offered me a drink which I accepted. I watched as he mixed it for me, his
underwear not hiding much. Like Peter, he was also extremely large. In fact he
may have been larger than Peter!

Peter returned to his room. He introduced me to Phillip, mixed himself a drink,
and we all set there in silence.

Peter suddenly spoke up and asked if I came up to get fucked. I was embarrassed
by his directness, especially in front of Phillip, a total stranger to me.

Peter took off his pants, reached for his lubricant and planted himself in
front of me. I looked up at him and asked if Phillip was going to leave. Peter,
very matter of fact, informed me that not only was Phillip not leaving but he
was going to fuck me too!

I felt a gush between my legs. I began to moan as I picked up the lubricant and
applied it to Peter's dick. Peter lay down on the bed. Suddenly Phillip was
standing in front of me, dick pulled out and hanging in my face. I applied
lubricant to him also.

While Phillip was mixing himself another drink I slipped out of my dress. I lay
on the bed next to Peter and let him direct my head down to lick his balls. I
felt like the biggest slut in the world and, at that moment, I didn't care. I
was going to be fucked by two humongous cocks and that's all that mattered to
me.

Peter pulled me up on top of him and I directed his dick into my cunt. Unlike
the first night it slipped in fairly easy, but still stretching my pussy lips
to their limits. Peter lay there while I fucked him. Slowly, so slowly, as to
savor the moment, I took my time before finally impaling myself completely. I
rode it slowly and steadily, mewing like a kitten, the cock between my legs the
most important thing in the world at the moment.

As I moved closer to my first orgasm I had totally forgotten about Phillip. I
felt the mattress give under me when Phillip crawled up behind me. His arms
circled me and he began squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. I didn't
understand why the pain seemed to make me hotter, pushing me closer to orgasm.

Phillip leaned against my back forcing my head down towards Peters. It
certainly shows how inexperienced I was in the world of sex because I didn't
see what was coming.

I felt the head of Phillip's dick press against my anus. My body stiffened
immediately. The orgasm I was about to have waned. I yelled at Phillip that I
didn't do that kind of sex and to get off of me. I couldn't move because I was
pinned between both of them.

Suddenly Phillip was getting help. Peter, still with his huge cock buried in
me, was reaching around my waist and pulling my ass cheeks apart. I felt this
tremendous pressure against my anal hole, pushing, pushing, harder and
harder... pop... the head of his dick was in me. The pain was almost
unbearable. Phillip was reaching around my head, his hand over my mouth to hold
down my screams.

God, it hurt so bad, it felt like my asshole was split open. Phillip continued
to push and I could feel the length penetrating me deeper with each thrust.
When I pushed, the kind of push you use to shit, it actually opened me wider
and Phillip drove in deeper.

The more I pushed, the wider my hole became, the less pain I experienced.
Several minutes had passed, he was now fucking me in my ass with the full
length of his enormous cock. I could feel both dicks now, meeting in my womb,
and the orgasm returning.

They fucked me like a piece of meat, first, one would drive into me, then the
other. Both sensations began to blend together and I knew Utopia was just
strokes away. When I came it was like no other sensation I ever felt. I was
delirious with pleasure as wave after wave swept over me. I didn't have a
husband, I didn't have children, all I had was a sexual high that I hoped I
would never come down from. I came in waves because I was being fucked by
masters, two men who were experts at the art of fucking.

The fucked me for a long time before they finally spewed their thick, white cum
into my burning gut. God, what ecstasy.

All good moments end, unfortunately, but one thing was for sure. As they laid
side by side on the bed while I licked their humongous cocks clean I knew there
was no going back. I would need this kind of fucking for the rest of my life...
And my lack of concern as to how I would get it surprised even me.

And one pays a price for their pleasures. Before we left in the morning I had
John take me to the emergency room at the local hospital. Phillip had indeed
split me open and my anus was bleeding profusely. There wasn't a lot they could
do for me other than clean me and prescribe something for the pain and possible
infection. It was not a comfortable trip home but the pleasure was worth it
all.

As expected, John was visibly upset by all of this, especially when he realized
he played the biggest part in this sexual tryst. He couldn't take it back and
he couldn't stop what lay ahead.

We had the long talk and I was completely honest with him. I couldn't, I
wouldn't live without this new world he introduced me too. But I wanted to stay
married, I loved him for the man he was, and I certainly loved my children.

So, for the last 9 years, I take a trip to Vegas, usually by myself, twice a
year for 7 to 10 days.

John, through the internet, always has what I'm looking for set up for me. And
I fuck until it's out of my system for a while. I even tried to get John
involved once by letting him watch. He just couldn't get into it. Just as well
I guess.

And as I get older I'm sure I'll slow down. But, for now, even at 40, I still
get a knot in my stomach when I knock on the hotel door, just knowing on the
other side there are two cocks to fill two holes of my yearning desire.

author, little miss blair
littlemissblair@webtv.net


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