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Erotic swinger stories involving miscellaneous themes not already listed.
She thought a moment. “Wait, that is not such a bad idea.”
Layla reaches blindly for the box under the bed. She pulls it out triumphantly and opens it. She searches the box by feel for her favorite. “Darn,” she can’t find it. Layla opens the draperies and searches by the light of the street lamp outside. Annoyed by the dim light she finally turns on the overhead fixture. Confronted with her stash, she is for a moment startled. It had been awhile since she had needed a dildo or vibrator. She had a pretty active sex life until her boyfriend had been sent overseas last month. He had given her a lot of sexual toys for gifts in the few years they had been together. A lot of toys, wow!
Layla looked over the selections and began picking out some that looking interesting. Maybe the next few hours would be way more interesting than she had thought. She pulled out the little leather flogger with the furry bits on the ends and smacked her leg with it. “Well, that was nice,” Layla thought. She flipped over and smacked her bottom with it. “Not bad,” she used it some more. Her bottom stung a little but it felt good. Layla accidentally spread her legs to much and the flogger struck her pussy quite hard. “Ohh,” Layla cried out. But still, really even that felt rather interesting. She smacked her pussy again but not quite as hard. “Ohh,” cried Layla again, but in a much different tone. Her flogger was getting a little wet at the ends. Layla’s pussy was already starting to show interest in the proceedings. “Lets see, what’s next?”
Layla dropped the flogger and reached into the box again.
“Booty Beads, feel the vibration all the way through. ” repeated Layla thoughtfully as she read the package. For this she would need some lube. She got the toy all lubed up and turned it on. The two ends both vibrated. She began to work the small end of the vibrator into her ass gently and groaned. Little by little she worked each vibrating bead into her welcoming hole. She thought for a moment she would cum from just this as she worked the vibrator in and out slowly for awhile. She moaned and fucked herself with it a little faster. As good as it felt, it was not quite enough.
Layla reached for the box and pulled out a much larger vibrating butt plug. She worked it into her ass, gasping a little at the feel of its thickness pushing past her tight ring of muscles. Once it was firmly lodged in her butt, she turned over and yes… reached for the box.
She pulled out the nipple clamps. “Never tried them before,” she thought. Her body bucked a little as she clamped the first one just a little too tight. She loosed it and put the other one on. “Nope.” She tightened them both and groaned, cupping her breasts. The little bit of pain was so pleasant.
She pulled out a thick vibrator with a large purple mushroom head and thick bands of rings running all the way down. She didn’t need any lube at all as she worked the vibrator between her swollen pussy lips. She forced it in despite the tightness. Her hips thrusting up to welcome it. Layla shuddered as she fucked herself with long torturous strokes, drawing it out, not wanting to force the orgasm. Over and over she thrust and felt her pussy get wetter. Her ass was squeezing it own intruder to the beat of her fucking.
She didn’t hear the door open.
Layla pulled the purple monster out and rubbed its well lubricated vibrating head against her clit. Her back arched off the bed and she almost went over. “Not yet,” she panted. She shoved the vibrator back into her pussy. She was fucking herself faster now. She flicked the clamps on her nipples and cried out.
She was fumbled for another vibrator for her clit. The first one didn’t have batteries, she cursed. The second one was still in the package. “Damn it.”
“Poor baby,” said a voice from the door. She opened her eyes and saw her very amused yet turned on boyfriend watching from the threshold. “Let me help you with that,” he said and he walked over, crawled between her legs still fully clothed and began sucking on her waiting clit.
Layla’s orgasm was almost instantaneous. “Fuck,” she cried out. Her boyfriend took over the control of the vibrator and continued to fuck her through a few more orgasms.
“Hope you have some more energy than that,” he whispered in her ear as she collapsed in a sweaty heap afterwards. “I so need to fuck you after watching that.”
The couple that had just moved in next door and were watching the entire show through her open window rejoiced as the action got even better.
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Dru was not a person that usually stood out, despite her 36DDD, she did not get the stares she was now receiving. Her white skin, red hair and above average for this section of the world height was not doing her any favors either. At 36 years old, she knew enough to know something was not right. As she continued to ask if anyone spoke English, she caught a bunch of the natives staring at something behind her. She turned too late. All she saw was a small man in a brown robe with a blow pipe, then the world just faded away.
When Dru woke she rather out of it. She seemed to be in a very large room, every noise she made seemed to echo. Dru moaned, her head ached and she felt like her tongue was covered with felt. She eyed the tray laying next to her on the floor with misgivings. It had a bowl of fruit and a pitcher of water. At least Dru hoped it was water. She looked around, huge stone walls towered around her. The hazy light from a hundred candles did little to make the dark corners seem less ominous. The room was empty except for a very large statue. It was a male statue and would have been a good eight feet tall except he was kneeling, legs apart, arms folded. Dru and the statue had something in common, both were naked. The statue was sporting a very impressive erection. Dru flushed, very impressive.
Dru got up unsteadily and walked around the room. There was no furniture of any kind, no windows and no doors that she could see. Eventually her exploration led her to the statue. He was made of very dark stone, it almost seemed like he was made of solid ink. She could see no chisel marks, no pits or blemishes from his making.
Dru blushed again as she looked at him. The statue seemed to be staring at her wherever she moved. Nervous, Dru circled him and notice a very fine butt on him too. Hesitant, Dru ran a hand down the statues broad shoulders and back. The rock was warm to the touch, slick, solid and smooth. Embarrassed now for some reason, Dru backed away for the moment.
For the rest of that day Dru explored the room as best she could, still looking for a door she knew had to be there. She kept an uneasy and wary eye on the beautiful statue. Eventually the candles died down and Dru fell into an uneasy sleep grateful for warm night. She didn’t feel the second blow dart hit her at all.
When she woke, again the room was filled with candles and this time there was a real reason to panic. She was chained to the wall, directly facing the statue.
Around her were a half dozen of the native men in robes gently beating drums. Next to her were two women, naked and shining in the dim light. They were younger than Dru by a few years, small, dark and very pretty. They rose and started moving to the beat of the drums. They danced around each other, stroking each other everywhere, kissing and pinching each others nipples. They danced so close to Dru she could see their nipples glisten from the kisses. Dru’s breathing became slightly erratic. Soon they were dancing in front of the statue, they fell before him and began stroking each others butts, sucking each others breast, fingers she could not see very well in the dim light stroked between their own legs and each others. Even over the beat of the drums, Dru could hear the women moan. Soon one began to orgasm, something that to Dru’s embarrassment turned her on to the point the she could feel her pussy juice run down her leg just a little.
When one women had cum, she walked unsteadily to the statue got down on her hands and knees and began licking his erection. The other women came up behind her and began to stroke between her legs. She began pumping the woman’s pussy with two fingers. Soon it was three fingers and she fucking her friend vigorously. The woman’s body surged up to meet her friends fingers. The woman was having a violent orgasm when two men left their drums and went to her. They pulled her sucking mouth away from the statue, turned her around and began thrusting her small writhing body onto the statues cock. It was obviously work and she struggled to accept the ridged unyielding member. Her understanding friend was now laying on the ground beneath her, licked her clit and making her cum again and again. Dru was now oblivious to the chains that held her. All she could see was the statues cock, as the men slowly moved the woman back and forth on it. She was in quite a state now. Helplessly being fucked from one orgasm to the next. Despite all efforts, they could not fully fit her onto the statue. Dru watched as the cock slide, wet and dark, in and out of her. Dru could have sworn she saw it grow thicker while she watched. She looked up at the statues face and it seemed to be staring at her again. Oblivious to her surroundings now, Dru could feel her pussy swell and she itched to touch her clit.
Eventually the two men pulled the woman off the statue and she collapsed next to her friend. Dru shook her head as one of the men approached her, she could see the dart and knew they were going to put her out. Dru struggled in the chains and the men laughed as she felt the little dart pinch her again.
Dru, part 2
Dru woke in chains again, but this time she was chained to the floor between the statues legs. His dark thighs seemed to enclose her as she rose to her hands and knees. This time the only candles lit in the room were the ones placed around the statue. Somehow she knew there were people watching from the darkness around her. The chains she wore offered Dru very little freedom of movement.
What did they think she was going to do? Dru knelt up, crossed her arms and stared at the statue defiantly. Moments later she knew what they would do. A dozen of the small native women came out of the darkness, pushed her up against the naked black stone and proceeded to spanking her. Dru gasped in shock as those swift hands paddled her briskly. She tried to move out of the way but there was enough of them to hold her in place as they worked her. Some spanked her butt cheeks, some her thighs, some just held her in place, sneaking pinches at her nipples. Through it all they smiled and laughed, which somehow made the whole thing more shocking.
Worst of all was that Dru was getting turned on by it all and since she felt fingers stroking between her legs every now and then, the women had to know and worst yet be talking about it. She just knew they were. Her bright pink bottom was bouncing helplessly. It stung and yet… The warm stone supported her and she was pushed against it over and over with each new smack. She clung to his folded arms, feeling his erection poking her in the side and looked up into his face helplessly. Finally the women seemed satisfied and stopped for a moment. The women forced her to look over her shoulder at an older women who was holding a large paddle. The women smiled and shook it in her face. Then she smacked Dru’s bottom hard with it. Dru cried out at the fierce pain on top of her already sore bottom. The woman shook the paddle again and then turned around and marched into the darkness.
The native women patted her shoulders comfortingly as they all filed past back into the dark.
She was alone again with him again. Giving herself time to think, she began caressing and kissing the warm stone. In the candle light, the color was almost midnight blue, she thought absently. It was evident that there would be further painful spankings in her future if she did not give the statue what the natives wanted. And really, she wasn’t a virgin by any means so what harm would it do. She would just think of him as the worlds largest blow up doll or a really realistic dildo. That decided, Dru put her all into the show.
He had the most beautiful body. Dru put her hands behind him and stroked his bottom admiringly. His butt muscles were flexed and tense with his out thrust cock pointing up slightly. Dru licked at his thigh, at his hip bone, at his belly button and caressed between his butt cheeks curiously. She was fascinated at the feel of his slight puckered ass hole. So perfect. Her mouth worked its way toward his cock as her hands stroked his chest and arms. She could almost feel the slight hairs on both. Amazing. Dru crouched and licked lightly at his large wrinkled balls. She knelt even closer and sucked them. She rose then to lick at the wide head of his cock. Dru bathed the cock from top to bottom with her tongue before finally putting her mouth over the head and sucking deeply. She tried not to use her teeth, she did not want to chip her dental work.
She reached down and began stroking her damp pussy, rubbing her little red clit and fingering her vagina as she sucked the now slick stone. Dru figured she had better be pretty damn wet before she attempted to fuck him. The logistics alone required thought.
Finally she was near orgasm, almost twitching with the effort to hold back. Dru pulled herself up her blue inked knight by grabbing his folded arms. Her legs and feet she put around his waist as much as she could and began to slowly work the massive cock head into her wet pussy. “So big,” Dru thought, breathless with need by now. She rubbed her clit against his head with a groan. Once more she moved it to her pussy and began to force her way down the shaft, little by little, shuddering with the effort. She barely got the head in when she came for the first time that night. Her sudden silky wetness let her drop a couple more inches down as she cried out, eyes closed and came again. She was loosing control of her body as it shook with multiple orgasms and was grateful when someone’s hands took her hips and began pushing and pulling her onto the cock. The thrusts were long and exquisitely sensual.
She was barely aware when she was pulled from the cock and laid out in front of him on the floor. It made perfect sense to open her eyes and see him, her statue of dark blue flame rise over her and prepare to enter her again. He looking into her eyes as he thrust deeply but she was already cumming with a scream. Her body bucking wildly as he held her down and fucked her.
He roared as he came, the room shaking with it.
“Finally,” he said as he turned her over, still hard, “I have been waiting a while for you.” He rubbed her still pink bottom and parted her cheeks, “Hope you have some endurance, I have a lot stored up.” he laughed as he began working his wet cock into her shivering asshole.
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For me the sex with John is great and besides, a girl's best friend is her good right hand, so I don't go scouting for outside lovers so much. But my hand and John aren't all that set me free, you can be sure of that.
I have only one rule for John and for swinging: no one from Nikki-land. People from the land of our ancestors are strictly off limits to either of us. Even if you just vaguely look like you're from Nikki-land, off limits. If your people come from a neighboring country with entirely different language and customs, sorry, you could look like us, off limits. Breaking that rule is grounds for divorce. This is how we keep faith with each other, this is our fidelity.
Men are only an occasional treat for John, but for me, I'm plenty bi. I think it's easier for married women to have women lovers on the side than it is for married men to have men lovers. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's the way I see it. Men on the down-low get the guilt and the shame. We women get love along with the sex. I truly love some of the women I regularly get together with and I think they love me back. Drama? No. Emotion? Yes. When your extracurricular sex gives you extracurricular love too – well, it's a rich full life.
There's a reason I don't wear perfume or use any scented cosmetics or soaps; I don't want the husband next door to smell me on his wife's pussy. John, on the other hand, gets the treat of sniffing my neighbor's scents from time to time when he goes down on me. Her scent has led him to ask me if he might join in when she and I get together. I tell him absolutely not, that could get messy all too easily. Men just don't understand friendship among women and how some sex can just be supplementing the friendship. John is level-headed enough to trust my word on it, though like a man he just doesn't understand.
You can tell I'm very forward. John is forward too, but I'm very forward. If I'm attracted to you, you'll know it, I'll come on to you. In a party environment, where lust is king, I may even throw you onto the ground and get down to action. If you come on to me, unless I'm completely turned off, you'll get the benefit of the doubt. I'm an equal-opportunity screwer. No one has to worry if I'm willing to take one for the team, 'cause I'm a team player. And I play for both teams.
Sometimes at a lifestyle party, I'll just shout – like the chuck-wagon cook in an old western movie -- "come and get it!" -- Then I'll fuck whoever responds. I like to fuck whoever wants me because everybody's different and everybody gives me a different fuck.
I'm lucky that I naturally look good without make-up. That means I don't have to change my appearance for vanilla friends, lovers and playmates, or conservative relatives. That way when we're around any of our extended families I can seem like the plain wifey they expect me to be. But all I need to do is put on a hint of a leer and anyone experienced in the lifestyle can tell that's not what I am. For lifestyle events, though, I do make an exception – I rouge my nipples. I also trim my landing strip into an arrow – as if anyone needed directions as to where to go – and I flavor my pussy by putting honey on the honeypot.
I did have one of John's aunt's come on to me once, maybe when I wasn't keeping that innocent look in place; or maybe she read my bi-nature. For a brief moment I felt a rush of lust for her, but then I thought better of it – TOO many complications so I snapped back into wifey mode. Besides – she came from Nikki-land, so she's off limits.
John does better than I do in playing dumb around family and co-workers and all those straight, vanilla people. No one thinks he's in the lifestyle, but you could guess it about me when I'm not being meek and mild.
You can tell from this introduction that we have a pretty rich full sex life even without going to lifestyle party events. But what we don't get from the rest of our lives but we do get from going to house parties is engaging other couples. At parties, we really like to hook up with other couples and really engage them as couples. If you saw us at a party getting it on sprawled on a bed with several other people, you might think it's a little orgy scene. But you'd be wrong. When it's us on that bed, it's not four people or six people – it's two couples or three couples, connecting. Needless to say, we don't pull that off easily. Not a lot of couples at a party want to BE couples when they're there. But some do, and if you keep your eyes open, you can spot them. When we spot them we get acquainted and if it clicks, then bring out the king-sized bed.
One magical time we hooked up with two other couples at a Friday-night party and it was so great together we all actually left the party, went to a restaurant, had dinner and drinks and then checked into a hotel suite and spent the whole weekend together. Room service for food; sports TV, reading the Sunday paper – and girl-talk – for a break from the sex; and lots and lots of sex; it was all a special kind of heaven. Besides couple-couple sex, I did everybody and John did everybody, though the other men didn't want to do each other (understandable for men who aren't fully bi). All three of us wives were sure we'd never had so many orgasms. I lost count at about thirty and that was early Saturday morning. It was a never-to-be-repeated experience – at least not as couples. Twice we three wives had a weekend get-a-way at a famous women's spa, but it wasn't the same. Without dicks to jump on or mustaches to tickle our clits, it just wasn't the same. Girl-time, great; sex-time, nope.
John and I do SO much sex, both together and apart, that when I heard about something called sex addiction, I started to wonder. But a little reading taught me that sex addicts are miserable, they don't enjoy the sex they're just driven to it, they feel guilty, and it disrupts their lives. That's the clinical definition of addiction; if it disrupts your life, it's addiction. (Not to be confused with chemical dependency, which I have with coffee, yum yum.) Sex addiction? That's not us, for sure. (But now that I've discovered this board, I plan to explore the forum discussions to see what others have to say about it.)
So that's our story, John and I. I think it's going to be tapering down though. We're not as young and frisky as we were and it's time for us to have kids (way past time, says our traditional families). Besides looking forward to being a mom, I'm looking forward to the months before our first child comes. Once I'm preggers, I'll be in bareback heaven. First and last time, a special treat for Big Nikki. Lots and lots of bareback; feel that squirt inside me. Yum yum. And late-to-term I'll find out who's turned on by a woman with a big pregnant belly. Come and get me.
But come having kids, it'll be different. It won't shut down our sex lives but once we have some kids they'll be the center of our lives, rather than our sexcapades. I've heard, though, that PTA meetings can be happy hunting grounds for women like me, who like other women. Before long I'll find out.
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By the way, I have to add one sexy footnote. Before I posted this, I gave it to my husband John to read and review. In the midst of reading it, he came over and jumped my bones. After the good fuck was done, I asked him what had turned him on so. Well, it was learning that his aunt had come on to me. He found that so erotic that he almost came before he even touched me.
Hmmm. And you'll remember that when his aunt flirted with me, I felt a flush of lust (lust I'm feeling as I write this). So we're discussing it. Maybe she can be the exception to the nobody-of-our-ancestry rule. John is urging me to do her and says he hopes it turns into an affair, not just a one-timer. I have to think about it.
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We began hanging out a lot with another couple we were very good friends with, which led to some making out together while watching TV, which led to making love to our spouses in the same room. Of course, that led to some mutual groping and – no surprise – full on foursomes, though not separate-room swapping. Jan and I wouldn’t have called what we were doing swinging, but of course it was.
Eventually, the four of us went to some parties and participated in the orgies. We really enjoyed it! Best sex ever, for her and for me; there was no doubt we loved it and we knew we were now swingers. But in the back of our minds, Jan and I both felt a twinge of maybe jealousy or guilt or whatever and we didn’t know how to make it go away. The uncomfortable feelings didn’t grow (if they had, we would have stopped partying) but they didn’t end either.
Then we had an epiphany and it came out of the experience of some divorced friends. We’d heard the same story from several people: you’ve had a divorce, you find a new love, but the new love just isn’t comfortable being in the ex’s former home, or maybe just the ex’s former bed. A new bed or a new home solved the problem. It was all about symbolism; for these folks, a symbol that drew a line between me the new love and your old ex.
And so we realized we needed something symbolic, something at a party that made a statement (to us, ourselves) what while we were there to party, we belonged to each other. So here’s what we do:
Early in a party, we strip off our clothes and go at it together. We both have orgasms and I come in her vagina, without a condom. We’re like dogs – we each spray our territory, mark each other if you will. And after that, no jealousy, no guilty feelings no matter how much sex we have with others at the party. We’ve demonstrated our commitment to each other. At some party places, we’ve become a little famous for it. Often people volunteer to lick each of us clean. Sometimes several people vie for the privilege. Jan might pick a girl or a guy to go down, clean her up, and give her a thrill. For me, sorry, it’s girls only. But if you want to suck and lick me clean, I’ll enjoy it and give you pleasure in return, with my hand, with my mouth, and with that erection you just gave me.
So that’s our story, how we got comfortable with swinging.
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“What was that all about?” I asked. It was the second time in three weeks that her twenty-two year-old sister had stopped by for an unannounced afternoon visit--very unusual.
“Oh, Cathy is just having some problems with Ted,” replied Ann, getting up to start making dinner. I had some difficulty imagining that. Ted and Cathy seemed perfectly suited for one another, almost to a fault. Cathy had latched on to her mother’s religious conservatism which Ann, thankfully, had rejected. Ted, her husband, is also a religious zealot--a devoted follower of some right-wing evangelical minister on the east side with a church complex the size of a small college campus. Given their mutual commitment, body and soul, to their religious beliefs, I guess I just assumed that they wouldn’t be casualties to any form of marital strife, at least none for which there was not a spiritual answer.
“Anything we can help with?” I asked, expecting the answer to be no.
“Not at the moment, anyway,” came her reply.
Though I was damned curious as to what the “problems” could be, I wasn’t about to press Ann to disclose matters she was clearly reluctant to discuss.
“Can you round up the boys and get them cleaned up for dinner?” she asked.
I did as she requested.
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I didn’t give our conversation that day another though until two months later. I came home to again find Cathy’s car in our driveway. Upon entering the house, I could hear the girls talking in the kitchen. Rather than intrude where I may not be wanted, I decided to head to my den to relax and watch ESPN. Ann joined me there about a half an hour later.
“Has Cathy left?” I asked.
“No, she is still in the kitchen. She’s thinking about staying the night.”
“Really,” I replied. “More troubles at home?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Ann responded as she moved to sit in one of the two chairs across from my desk. “Cathy has asked for our help with her and Ted’s problem. I need you to keep an open mind.”
Despite their differences, Ann had always been very close to Cathy, closer than any siblings I had ever known. Ann had been Cathy’s protector and provider for a number of years as they had both grown up in a rather abusive household. I genuinely think there is nothing that Ann wouldn’t do for Cathy and, so long as it did not violate her religious beliefs, nothing that Cathy would not do for Ann. Now, I had to wonder how Ann’s commitment to Cathy was going to obligate me. I jumped to what I thought was the obvious answer.
“Honey, you know that I think of Cathy as family,” I said. “She is welcome to stay with us as long as she wants.”
“Oh no, it’s nothing like that,” Ann replied. “No, it’s something very, very different.” Ann took a very deep breath and continued, “Cathy and Ted have been having problems conceiving. They have been trying since they were married with no success.”
“What has that to do with us?” I asked. “That sounds like a medical problem to me.”
“And, you’re right. Both Cathy and Ted went in for some testing last month. It turns out that Ted’s sperm count and quality are very low. The doctors give them one chance in fifty of conceiving naturally.”
“Ok, so isn’t that what artificial insemination is intended to solve? I still don’t see how this is our issue.”
“You’re right again,” continued Ann. “Except, Ted absolutely refuses to participate in the procedure. His minister says that artificial insemination is a sin and contrary to God’s plan. According to the minister, if God intends Ted and Cathy to have children, He will provide them no matter what the odds.”
“And, Cathy does not share this view?” I asked.
“She is troubled by the moral implications of the procedure, but she is more troubled by the thought of not having children.”
Ann paused for a moment. “Oh Scott, Cathy has always wanted children, almost more than life itself. She doesn’t think that she can stay in the marriage knowing that it was medically possible to have children but for Ted’s refusal to participate in the procedure.”
“Honey, I still don’t see how any of this involves us. She isn’t asking us to give her one of our kids, is she?”
“No, but you are a bit warmer. She would like you to donate sperm so that she can be inseminated behind Ted’s back. Then, when she gets pregnant, she can claim that it was God’s will or a miracle or something and Ted will be none the wiser.”
The suggestion stunned me for a moment. I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath.
“Why me?”
“Two reasons, really,” replied Ann. “She cannot buy sperm from a donor bank and keep it a secret from Ted. He would see the expense and ask questions. Also, donor banks have limited information concerning the physical attributes of their donors. It is possible that her child would look nothing like either her or Ted causing questions. You, on the other hand, look quite a bit like Ted, and our children look like they could be their children. She figures that if your sperm combines with my eggs to make kids that look like they could be hers, your sperm will combine with her egg to generate similar results.”
I was genuinely speechless at Ann’s proposal. She clearly wanted me to donate sperm to be used to impregnate her sister. In those few moments, all I could think about is how weird it would be to see Cathy’s kids knowing that they were my kids, too. This would not be a situation where I would never see or know my progeny. They would be there, at every family gathering, at every holiday dinner, from now until the end of time. I expressed these concerns to Ann to be sure that she had considered them.
“You think I haven’t?” came her immediate reply. “I have thought of little else since Cathy first suggested the idea a couple month ago. So, I will certainly understand if you are unwilling to do this. But, it would mean so much to Cathy, and so much to me, if you would agree.”
I looked hard at my wife, taking in her auburn hair and fiery green eyes. I could tell that she was conflicted. But, I could also tell that she was passionate in her desire to help Cathy obtain what was clearly key to Cathy’s happiness. Ann wanted me to say yes; she needed me to agree to help her sister. Casting my gaze down her five foot, ten inch frame, over her C-cup breasts, along her ample, full hips and long legs, I knew that I could not refuse her request. I would do this, not for Cathy, but for Ann.
“What do I need to do?”
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Later that evening, I found myself alone in our bedroom with a plastic cup and thoughts of what I had gotten myself into. Ann had explained that Cathy would stay over so that she could take the fresh semen down to her clinic first thing in the morning for the insemination procedure. I was expected to supply the sample. I had thought they would want it first thing in the morning, but Ann assured me that it would be better if I provided the sample before going to bed-- something about men producing more ejaculate in the evening than in the morning.
Ann offered to help me, but I just couldn’t fathom her jacking me off to extract cum which was to be placed into her younger sister’s womb. Just too weird.
So, it came to pass that I was laying on our bed trying to find a mental image sufficiently erotic to induce an orgasm.
Several minutes passed without success. I just couldn’t shake the feeling of how weird and unnatural this entire enterprise was. It was then that I realized that I had to simply change my point of view. Ann wanted me to, in fact had begged me to, do this for her and for Cathy. There was something definitely erotic in that fact. So, if they didn’t think it was weird, I shouldn’t either.
Then I turned my mind to Cathy. Since her marriage to Ted, and her associated indoctrination by his church into its religion, it had been difficult for me to see Cathy in a sexual light. Yet, here she was doing something distinctly sinful in the eyes of her husband and her church. Could I not find something erotic in the idea that this devotedly religious married woman was not just willing, but eager, to accept into her womb the sperm of a man other than her husband.
I felt my cock twitch.
Bingo! It was erotic. A wife begging her husband to impregnate her sister. A young, religiously pure woman asking a man other than her husband to allow his sperm to be introduced into her womb. Freeing my mind, I focused on the delightfully naughty aspects of what had been asked of me. It was as though my wife had asked me to be unfaithful with her sister. It was as though her sister had asked me to take the place of her husband in their marital bed.
My cock gradually grew to full erection.
Infidelity, now there was an erotic thought! Ann and I had been married for going on ten years and had monogamously dated for three years prior to that. I’d only ever been with one other woman besides Ann, a girl really, who I dated for a time in high school. We’d fooled around on a couple of occasions. But, other than that, Ann had been my only lover and the only lover that I had really wanted. I loved the smell of her auburn hair and the way her hips responded to my light caress.
But, now that I was considering infidelity in a different light. Consensual infidelity--the thought of sharing myself physically, not emotionally, with another woman. The thought of experiencing the touch, smelling the hair, enjoying the reactions, of a totally different sexual partner. And, having that sexual partner be my wife’s sister.
My cock was now hard and streaming pre-cum.
I found the thought of my wife’s sister willingly, eagerly accepting my sperm deep within her vaginal walls to be a powerful motivator, maybe more powerful than the thought that my wife had begged, almost pleaded with me to allow her sister to take that sperm within her vaginal walls.
I began to consider Cathy as a pure sex object, a receptacle for my sperm and nothing more. How would her body react to my presence? What would her hair and lips smell and taste like? Would she squirm at the initial tickle of my tongue across her clit? I began to consider how cloistered her sexual experiences may have been. Was she a virgin when she married Ted? Had she ever experienced oral sex, giving or receiving? Had she ever experienced an orgasm?
My mind elected to paint her as a complete sexual novice, inexperienced in all but the most basic sexual practices.
I could feel the telltale signs of orgasm rising deep within my balls.
Cathy was so physically different than my Ann. Where Ann’s breast were large and fully developed, Cathy’s were barely two mounds sitting atop her chest. Where Ann’s hips and ass were full and curved, Cathy’s were relatively straight and flat. In some ways, Cathy presented an almost boyish frame when compared to the complete woman that is my Ann. And, Cathy’s short blond hair stood in stark contrast to Ann shoulder-length, deep-auburn hair.
I wonder if her pubic hair is just as blond, I thought to myself. My balls and shaft twitched in anticipation of ejaculation.
Cathy’s lips, her vagina, they must be just as different from Ann’s as is the rest of her body, I thought. I imagined that Cathy’s vagina presented nothing more than a barely visible slit lightly covered with wispy blond hair. Cathy was probably uncomfortable with her sex, uncomfortable exposing herself to a man. I imagined how her sex might smell, sweet and inviting. I imagined how tight she must be, what it would be like to penetrate her lips with my cock...
I fumbled quickly to grab the plastic cup I had been given as I felt my body let loose the torrent of semen that had been rising within my testicles. Sitting up while continuing to stroke myself, I placed the cup below and in front my head as the first pulse of cum existed its eye.
My hands clamped down on the base of my shaft as my body shuddered from the power of the contractions now forcing the jism from my body. In my mind, I imagined my cock impaled deep within my sister-in-law’s vagina, depositing directly into her those juices which I knew tomorrow would actually be placed within her by a very different, more impersonal means.
“Ugh,” I grunted, as my hips struggled to push my penis deeper within my hand. Again and again, flood after flood of milky white cream passed from my head and into the cup. To my surprise, when I was finished, the cup was nearly filled with my spunk. Sweat dripped from my brow as the last, tiny contractions took hold at the base of my manhood. With the last contraction, I ran a loop made with my fingers the length of my shaft to extract the very last drop of sperm I had to give.
There, I thought, Ann would have to be pleased with my effort. I certainly had delivered more than I had expected to under the circumstances.
****
It was just after midnight when I awoke to discover Ann absent from our bed. I always found it hard to sleep without her body next to mine, but given the evening’s events and the exhaustion that had followed, I was somewhat surprised that my sleep was disturbed this night.
Then I heard the noises--voices coming from the guest bedroom. I could tell in an instant that Ann and Cathy were engaged in a conversation.
“Oh, Ann, I will forever owe you for this.”
“Don’t be silly, we just need to be sure that Ted never, ever finds out. Never a word, promise.”
“Promise. Are you kidding, this would end my marriage. Do you have the...um...stuff.”
“You mean Scott’s sperm? Really, sis, you can be so strange sometimes. How can you be committed to doing this and still have so many hang ups surrounding sex. At least you need to start calling things by their proper names.”
“It’s just, I mean, you know, it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t know what the big deal is about sex anyway. If it wasn’t necessary for children, I am sure I’d never do it again, ever.”
“How can you say that? Doesn’t it give you any pleasure?”
“Pastor John says that sex is the devil’s playground, and that any pleasure derived from it is evil.”
“And, you believe that?”
“I don’t know sis. I know that sex has brought me nothing but pain and sorrow. I know that Ted’s problems with sex have led me to these drastic measures in an effort to provide me what I want from life. I know that I feel terrible guilt and remorse when I think about sex. It is hard for me to see anything good that comes from sex in my life.”
A period of silence followed.
“I guess I see your point,” replied Ann, “but you should know that sex can be the most joyous and wonderful expression of love that two parties can share. You should also know that sex has the capacity to bring to you pleasures that have no equal in everyday life. Well, here is Scott’s sperm. Did you bring the syringe?”
Syringe, why do they need a syringe?
“Yeah, here it is,” replied Cathy. “Wow, Scott really had a lot of...sperm...in him. Ted was only able to fill the cup a quarter full when he had his...sperm...tested. Now, all my friend says we need to do is use this to inject the...sperm...into my...you know.”
“Vagina?”
“Yes, vagina. It works just like a man would delivering the...sperm.”
Oh my God, I thought to myself, they are trying to artificially inseminate Cathy by themselves. It will never work. Don’t they know that? I guess not.
“Ok, I have it in the syringe,” I could hear Ann say. “Are you ready? Spread your legs. There, guide it in as deep as you can take it.”
My cock became instantly erect. In my mind’s eye, I could see my thirty year-old wife sticking a tube up her twenty-two year-old sister’s twat filled with my sperm with the intent to deposit that sperm in her womb. I began absent-mindedly stroking my shaft, the top of my head completely covered in pre-cum.
“There, it’s in,” replied Cathy.
“Done,” stated Ann. “Now hold your legs up over your head for fifteen to twenty minutes. That’s what my OB/GYN told me to do after sex with Scott when we were trying to conceive.”
“Well, hopefully, I won’t have to inconvenience the two of you again like this.”
“Hey, sis, don’t get your hopes up too high, this is unlikely to work first time out of the box.”
For the second time that night, I released a torrent of sexual energy and pleasure in the form of a shooting fountain of gooey white cream. This time, instead of catching it in a cup, I captured it into a tissue, which I quickly discarded.
Then, I rolled over an went to back to sleep.
****
As the days passed, I became increasingly bothered by what Ann and Cathy had attempted. As I learned more and more about artificial insemination, it seemed to me less and less likely that their home brewed approach would work. Moreover, what I read suggested to me that Cathy was running a serious, continuing health risk.
As I expected, I learned that the first attempt had been unsuccessful and that Cathy expected to be visiting again in a couple weeks for another try.
Three days prior to Cathy’s planned visit, I confronted Ann with what I knew.
“Look, Ann, I understand what you and Cathy are after. But, if she is going to do this, she needs to do it correctly. That means, she needs to engage the help of trained professionals with the right tools.”
Ann was deeply embarrassed that she had lied to me about their plans.
“I know, I know,” Ann replied. “I told Cathy it was crazy to try it this way. But, she insisted. She says that she can’t go to a clinic because the clinic won’t do it without Ted consent, which of course she can’t get. Plus, she doesn’t have the money to pay for it anyway even if she went to another clinic claiming to be a single woman. So, as low as the odds may be, she sees this as her only viable choice.”
“But, it isn’t really a choice, is it? It is a waste of time, and a potential risk to her health. It is not an acceptable substitute either for the preferred medical way or for nature’s own way with Ted. She is better off accepting the sperm that Ted’s dick is capable of delivering naturally into her vagina than she is working to get mine in there this way.”
Silence followed. I could see that Ann was seriously considering what I had said.
“You are right,” she said, finally, “this is a sad substitute for nature’s way. I need to talk to Cathy about this Friday night. But, just in case she wants to try again, I need you to preserve your sperm--agreed--no beating off.”
“Promise.”
****
I came home from work on Friday to again see Cathy’s car in the driveway. I assumed that Ann had been unsuccessful in talking Cathy out of another futile attempt. Oh well, I thought to myself.
Cathy barely spoke to me throughout dinner. Indeed, she could barely bring herself to look at me. The resulting tension I was made to feel was making me crazy.
As Ann whisked the kids off to bed, I decided that I needed to clear the air.
“Cathy, you haven’t said one word to me all night. We can’t continue this if it’s going to affect our relationship. We are going to have to interact with one another as brother-in-law and sister-in-law in all sorts of family situations.”
“You must think terrible things of me...” she started.
“Not at all. I think what you are doing is noble and selfless, else I wouldn’t have agreed to help. I just think that you have to see the bigger picture for a moment. What you are doing is placing your own health at risk. It was one thing when I understood that you were planning to use the services of trained professionals, but it is an entirely different thing now that I know you are trying to do this in some bastardized, home-chemistry-style experiment. I am just worried about your health. Your odds this way are no better than your odds with Ted.”
Cathy quietly began sobbing.
“I understand that rationally,” she managed between her sobs, “but, emotionally, and maternally, I simply don’t want to accept any of it.”
At which point, she looked deeply into my eyes. Until that moment, I had never really seen the depth of the blue captured in Cathy’s eyes. I could understand Ann’s passionate desire to help her sister. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap her kid sister up in my arms and make all of her troubles go away.
As Ann returned to the main floor after putting the kids down, I caught her in the hallway to ask her if I should excuse myself to fill the cup again.
“Hold off for now,” she told me. “I haven’t been able to get a clear answer from Cathy as to what she wants to do.”
“Well, from what she just said to me, it seems pretty clear that she’s committed to continuing with the attempts.”
“Give me just a couple minutes to chat with her.”
I retired to the den to await Ann’s word.
Five minutes turned into fifteen, then into thirty. I expected that Ann was trying to get her sister to see the folly of their efforts and was having no success. Never in a million years would I have guessed at what Ann was really discussing with Cathy.
Forty-five minutes later, I finally heard footsteps heading up the stairs. I assumed that it was either Ann checking on the kids or Cathy retiring for the night--or possibly both. Then, I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. A couple of moments later, Ann stuck her head through the den’s door.
“The kids are both fast asleep,” she started.
“Good,” I interrupted, “so, what’s the verdict?”
“She’s definitely committed to trying again. She has no faith that she will ever conceive with Ted. So, in her mind, the odds with him are more like one in a million.”
“Ok, well then, I will head upstairs to give you girls what you need.”
“Not so fast,” Ann said, holding her hand up to stop me.
I sat back down in the chair behind my desk.
“Cathy and I are wondering if you’d be willing to...help...us more directly with the insemination process?”
“I’m not sure what more I have to bring to the table than is already available to you,” I replied.
“Well,” Ann paused, “you have a...tool...which we don’t possess and which may significantly increase our chances of success.”
Ann looked directly into my eyes. It took me a moment to unravel the complete implications of her statement. Ann held my gaze.
“You mean....you want me to....you have to be kidding....aren’t you?” I stammered out.
“I am totally serious. So is Cathy. I don’t think you understand how committed Cathy is to having a child. She is convinced that she won’t have a child with Ted. So, in her mind, she either leaves Ted or has a child with someone else. But, she loves Ted and can’t bear to think of leaving him. So, to her, the question is whether she has the child with a complete stranger who she picks up somewhere or with you. Under that reasoning, you would be doing her the greatest service possible.”
“That’s all well and good for her mind,” I replied. “But, what about your mind, huh? You understand what you are asking? You are asking me to fuck your sister and keep fucking her until she has my child.”
“I know what I am asking, and I know it is a lot. But, the thought of my baby sister bedding stranger after stranger, undertaking all of the health and physical risks that such an approach would entail is really too much for me to bear. I love her. In my mind, you’d be--we’d be--giving her the greatest gift possible under the circumstances.
“What if I really enjoy fucking your sister, huh, what then?”
Ann stood up from her chair and took my hand causing me to rise from my chair.
“Well, I would certainly hope that you will enjoy fucking Cathy,” she said, looking straight into my eyes. Placing my hand against her breast, she continued, “after all, your pleasure is sort of a necessary prerequisite to what we are trying to accomplish here.”
****
Ann told me to wait in our room while Cathy prepared herself to receive me. How does one of Cathy’s religious beliefs prepare themselves for adultery I wondered. What had started as the sublime had absolutely transcended to the surreal. I decided to take a shower and clear up. I really wasn’t sure what the girls had in mind for me. If the recent past was any indication, it wouldn’t be anything like what I expected.
Ann met me at the shower door as I turned off the water and grabbed a towel.
“Good thinking,” she said, referring to the decision to get washed.
Hey, an ‘A’ for effort I thought. That’s got to be worth something.
I had never been a man susceptible to performance issues. And, ordinarily, the thought of screwing Ann’s baby sister--not just with Ann’s permission, but at Ann’s insistence--would have been plenty of reason for me to ‘rise’ to the occasion. However, tonight was proving to be a night of first, and I was worried that it might be a night of firsts in the performance area, too.
I gently toweled the water from my body and applied a couple sprits of cologne.
Meanwhile, Ann reappeared from her closet wearing one of her wispy nighties.
“Why’d you put that on?” I asked.
“Well, I thought I would look pretty silly in there in jeans while the two of you are doing it.”
“In there? You mean that you are going to be in the room with us while I’m doing your sister? Honey, I am not sure that I can perform under that type of pressure.”
“Well, let’s see what happens. Cathy insists. Says that it will seem a lot less like cheating if I am there, too. It will be sort of like I am giving my blessing.”
I looked at her with bewilderment.
“Hey, we’re supposed to be doing this for her. I figure it is the least I can do. Plus,” she said again turning to me, “I want to see the look on your face when you stick that big dick of yours into her tight, little twat.”
Whoa, where did that come from? I looked for a moment into Ann’s eyes. I could tell that she was serious. What had I gotten myself into?
****
I had been told what to expect. The lights would be dimmed; Cathy would be dressed in Ann’s terrycloth robe. The plan, as it was explained to me, was to have Cathy position herself doggie-style over an ottoman which they had placed in the room at the foot of the bed. Cathy would then hike up the robe to allow me to “access” Cathy’s pussy with my cock.
This obviously well scripted and blocked approach to sexual relations did nothing to ease my performance anxiety issues. I really wondered if I would be able to perform, to hit my requisite mark, when called upon to do so by the script.
Ann assured me that she would be there to assist me when and how I needed to get the job done. She assumed that these assurances would ease my fears. They didn’t.
Ann knocked gently at our guest room door.
“Come in,” I heard Cathy say from behind the door.
It’s show time, I thought to myself.
As Ann pushed the door open, I saw Cathy standing before the guest bed. As promised, she wore Ann’s white terrycloth robe draped across her shoulders and cinched tightly about her waist. Notwithstanding the bulky robe, it was impossible not to realize that concealed beneath it was the lithe form of a sexy woman not yet twenty-three years of age. I felt my thirty-three year-old frame respond on an instinctive level to her impending deflowering. How many other men have been where I am about to go, I wondered.
Though it seemed a bit silly at the time, Ann insisted that I wear boxers into the room. Now, I was glad that she had. I would have felt very foolish indeed walking into the room buck naked.
As Ann closed the door behind us, I faced Cathy looking into her face. She tried hard, but she couldn’t hide her trepidation at what was about to transpire.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” came her immediate response, almost too rehearsed. “More than you can possibly know.”
An awkward silence descended over the room.
Thankfully, Ann was there to take charge. Following Ann’s instructions, Cathy positioned herself on her hands and knees so that the ottoman supported her chest and stomach. I took my place behind Cathy and removed my boxers. My member was at half mast, at best. I started stroking it in an effort to help build the erection. I felt more fear than zeal towards what was coming.
Ann glanced in my direction, noting my distress.
“Are you ready Cathy?” Ann asked.
“Ready,” came the noticeably shaky response.
With that, Ann grabbed hold of the hem of the robe and lifted it up exposing Cathy’s ass to my sight for the first time. Sitting on the ground next to Cathy and looking up at me, Ann softly asked, “doesn’t Cathy have a nice ass, honey?”
She certainly did. While it was relatively flat, it was tight and athletic. I could feel my member starting to fill with blood.
“Yes,” I replied as if in a trance.
“Oh, I can tell you do,” continued Ann, her voice taking on a low, husky tone. “Cathy, spread you legs a little and roll you hips forward a bit so that Scott can appreciate what he’s about to experience.”
As she did what Ann asked, I could see Cathy’s pussy come slightly into view. Her labia protruded only slightly framing the cleft within which I knew was hidden her vaginal entrance. Laying over her labia were slight whiffs of pubic hair. The smell of sex gently descended over the room.
The sight of my sister-in-law laying prone across a piece of furniture, my wife at her side, exposing her sex to me was undeniably erotic and arousing. My cock was responding to Ann’s calculatedly naughty approach.
“Honey,” Ann continued, “do you recall what I told you in our room about seeing that big cock of yours enter my baby sister?”
I fell to my knees almost involuntarily as those words passed across Ann’s lips. Harden steel now occupied the space between my legs.
Then, Cathy looked over her shoulder at me. “Scott,” she said, “please fill my pussy with your cum.”
With those words, pre-cum started draining down from my head. Any thoughts of performance anxiety were completely washed away. I was mesmerized by the images which had been placed before me--my sister-in-law’s most private areas exposed for me to see, Cathy’s head and face in profile as she looked back to me over her shoulder, my wife’s pleading eyes begging me to insert my hardened cock into her sibling’s tiny little love canal. At that moment, I could imagine no pleasure greater than that which I was about to experience as my manhood penetrated Cathy’s snatch allowing my shaft to come into the most intimate contact possible with her inner vaginal walls.
“Husband, rub the tip of your head against my baby sister’s tight little slit,” suggested my wife.
Who was I to refuse. On my knees, I moved myself so as to place my penis in position to penetrate my sister-in-law’s snatch. Taking my shaft in my hand, I gently brought my head into momentary contact with Cathy’s slit. The feeling was immediately electric for both of us. I felt a shiver of raw passion pass across my body as I fought my instinctual desire to thrust myself forward and complete the copulation. Cathy also reacted immediately to the touch, pulling slightly away as though to tease me by denying me the penetration that my body desperately wanted. Then, as quickly as she moved away, she gently pushed her hips back against my manhood to complete her instinctual tease by seemingly inviting further exploration of her inner regions.
Ann’s eyes were locked on the intimate contact taking place between her husband and her sister. I noticed that her hand was gently rubbing her own pussy as she watched the primal dance before her.
Almost involuntarily, my hips responded to the pressure applied by Cathy’s movement back against my shaft. Gently, but earnestly, I shifted my hips forward. My head pressed eagerly against Cathy’s vaginal sphincter muscles attempting to push through them to the expected nirvana that lay beyond.
Cathy let out a low moan.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked.
“Nooo,” came her deep, guttural response, “you feel so good to me back there. Keep going. Please, keep going.”
Gently, I grabbed Cathy's hips through the terrycloth which still encompassed them. In response, Cathy push herself back against me harder. I pulled myself towards her using her hips as a guide.
Suddenly, I felt my tip push pass what had been the guardians of Cathy's virtue. Her walls immediately grabbed it, issuing a warm and pleasurable welcome that I don’t think I will ever forget.
I grunted slightly at the incredible pleasure of the moment while Cathy let escape a second, very slight moan.
In immediate response to the penetration of my tip, Cathy jammed her torso hard back against my groin, taking the rest of my head and shaft deep within her snatch in one continuous motion.
Our infidelity complete, Cathy let out a sharp exclamation of combined emotional pain and physical pleasure.
We rested together for a moment. For myself, I was overcome with the attack on my senses as I took in the experience of the tightest vagina I had ever known. The complete length of my shaft felt as though it was encased in a form fitting glove specifically designed to maximize my enjoyment. Of particular note was the tightness encircling the very base of my cock. It was as though Cathy’s vaginal sphincter muscles were fighting desperately to close themselves up again in order to repulse the invader that had passed through only to be frustrated in that effort by my now stone-like shaft blocking the way.
As for Cathy, I could only imagine the thoughts that might be swirling in her head. Certainly, she had to be dealing in some measure with the shame and remorse associated with the adultery to which she had now become a party. But, I hoped that whatever her negative feelings, she was embracing the purpose for which she was sacrificing so much. Further, I prayed that she would allow herself to enjoy the joining of our bodies towards the end to which she was now inescapably committed.
Momentarily forgotten, Ann reasserted herself into the moment. “Oh Scott, you sticking your dick into my sister is the most erotic scene I have ever witnessed.” Turning to her, I saw that Ann had propped herself against the wall with legs spread wide vigorously working her clit with her fingers.
Gently, indeed tenderly, I initiated a slight rocking motion against Cathy’s ass. Cathy responded to my rocking by attempting to match my slight rhythm. The resulting gentle movement of my head deep within Cathy’s womb was more pleasurable than any sensation I had heretofore ever known. If Cathy was a drug, I could easily see myself becoming an addict.
“Oh,” Cathy exclaimed after a couple minutes, “Scott, your cock feels so good.”
“Gawd, Cathy, you are so fucking tight. I can’t believe how tight your little twat is.”
“Is that a good thing?” asked Cathy.
“Oh, Cathy, that’s a great thing to men,” Ann interjected.
“Well, then start fucking that tight, little twat,” urged Cathy, giggling slightly.
I needed no more encouragement. Gently I moved my hands from Cathy’s hips up to the sides of her waist. While doing so, I began to extend my rocking motions back and forth so as to withdraw my head further down her canal before driving it home again. Back and forth our bodies moved as Cathy worked to match my actions, thrusting herself back as I pushed myself forward. Soon the room was filled with the unmistakable slopping, slapping sounds of deep, penetrative fucking and the gentle grunts and moans that the participants often make.
I don’t really know how long we continued apace. Paradoxically, it seemed as though we maintained our mutual rhythm for what seemed to be both moments and days. Ann had cautioned me to cum as quickly as I could. Going in, I was definitely motivated to do so. But, the pleasures derived from the combined assault on my senses, the touches, the sights, the smells, the sounds, rendered time meaningless to me.
Apparently overcome by her own senses, Ann had once again moved over next to me.
Taking my face in her hands, she said, “Honey, I fucking love you so much.” With that, she brought her mouth close to mine and kissed me hard and open on my lips. Her tongue attacked mine in much the same way that I imagined my cock was attacking her sister’s pussy. I was then experiencing the twin sensations of my wife’s kiss and her sister’s twat.
Removing her face from mine, Ann looked me in the eye. “Deliver your load into her for me,” she said returning to her low, husky tone.
“Yes,” joined in Cathy, again looking at me over her shoulder, “Please, fill my womb full of your cum.”
Seeing Cathy looking at me in profile again, I was enthralled by the sight of her hair against her ears and side of her neck. Moving my hands from her sides to her shoulders, I leaned forward to place my chin at the base of her neck. Deeply, I inhaled that combined smells of her flaxen blond hair and the sweat that had formed in the nap of her neck while continuing to jam at her womanhood with my member.
With that, I felt the telltale tingling that signals for me the onset of orgasm rise for the first time in the base of my balls.
“Cathy,” I managed to grown as I quickened my pace against her hips and ass, “tell me again, what it is that you want.”
Looking again over her shoulder, rocking hard in response to my thrusts, Cathy forced her eyes to lock with mine. Bare inches away from one another, Cathy responded. “Give me a baby. Fill my womb with your sperm and make me pregnant.”
That was all I needed. I could feel my release now moments away. I decided to share that information with the others in the room. “Here I come Cathy. Get ready to feel me fill your womb.”
Just as the spasms marking my ejaculation started to build, Ann’s fingers gently started rubbing the space between my balls and asshole. With increasing pressure, she massaging my prostrate as my ejaculation spasms cut loose.
“That’s it,” Ann exclaimed, while applying pressure to my pleasure button, “fill my little sister, give her a baby.”
Millions of years of primal instinct took control of my body in an instant. As if in an epileptic fit, my hips began convulsing uncontrollably, attempting to drive my penis deeper into what had been the source of so much pleasure. Deep within Cathy’s body exploded a flood of milky, white fluid from my man-head. As each spurt of jism was force from my body, a blast of euphoric pleasure traveled up the length of my spine. A scream of raw emotion and passion escaped from my throat.
“Uuughhh!” I groaned.
Beneath me, I felt a subtle change to Cathy’s response to my physical presence. As the first floods of man juice were splashing against the back of her vaginal walls, the walls of her vagina started to contact and convulse in their own rhythm around my shaft. I vaguely became aware that Cathy was, herself, in the opening throws of her own orgasmic response to what we had done. Slowly she began to writhe against my body as her spasms joined with mine in an effort to extract the maximum amount of spunk my body could deliver.
“Oh my God, that feels soooo good!” she exclaimed, arching her back and pushing hard against my chest.
Deep within her, Cathy’s spasms took control of her vaginal walls using them to work my member like a dairy farmer bent upon extracting every last ounce of milk from her prized cow. Wave after wave of muscular contraction caused her walls to grip the base of my shaft and squeeze along its length up to its head. With each wave of contractions, my cock spewed forth an additional spurt of the creamy, white fluid needed to fertilize Cathy’s egg. With each round, millions of sperm were added to the growing pool deposited at the base of Cathy’s cervix. And, as Cathy’s orgasmic contractions continued, her cervix repeatedly dipped into that pool, inviting more and more sperm to make their way into her uterus and beyond to complete the task for which they had been deposited.
An exhausted silence fell over the room.
Slowly, the cloud of euphoric tremors which had gripped my mind and body subsided. As my convulsions subsided, so did Cathy’s. Ann ceased her prostrate massage and let her hand trace up and rest in the small of my back. For a few moments, I allowed myself to rest against Cathy’s back, my now rapidly deflating shaft still buried deep within her slit. Gently, as my rod lost the last of its erection, Cathy’s now stretched and abused vaginal sphincters finally won their battle to eject the intruder. As my penis slid from Cathy’s now engorged lips, I felt a small glob of cum slide out along with it.
With my cock now fully disengaged from her body. I rocked myself back allowing my butt to rest upon my heals. Cathy remained prone across the ottoman, her sexually depleted body draped over it both drenched and exhausted. In that position, I could not help but stare at Cathy’s now swollen and gaping vulva. My God, I thought, I’ve done it--I fucked my married, religiously conservative, sister-in-law. I marveled at how beautiful her vulva appear to me in that moment, distended and stretched, gently leaking my man seed from its entrance.
Ann seemed to be the first to regain her senses.
“Cathy,” she said, softly, “you should roll over on to you back and raise your hips.”
As she gave these instructions, Ann took the hem of Cathy’s robe and covered her ass and pussy shielding it from my further gaze. With her modesty restored, Cathy gently slid off the ottoman, rolled over onto her back on the floor, and raised her hips and legs under the coverage provided by the robe. She appeared tired, but strangely satisfied. I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to move next to her and take her into my arms. But, I resisted the urge knowing that such intimate contact would be unwelcome and misinterpreted both by Cathy and by Ann. The thought almost made me laugh. I could fuck Cathy, but I couldn’t cuddle her.
So I kept my distance but ended the silence.
“Are you alright, Cathy?” I asked.
“I think so,” she said. “I have never felt anything quite like...what I felt while you were... cumming.”
“You mean you have never experienced an orgasm?” asked Ann, almost in disbelief.
“Is that what it was?” responded Cathy in complete innocence.
“Well, that’s what it looked like to me,” replied Ann.
“That’s what it was,” I confirmed, “and a big one if I am any judge.”
After a moment’s thought, Cathy said, “well, hopefully that’s not the only first that will come from this night.”
****
Though Cathy’s sexual evening was over, I sensed that Ann’s was just beginning. She was clearly still very sexually charged when we made our way back to our room. I was convinced that I had never cum harder, never delivered more sperm, than I did inside Cathy’s pussy. I really wasn’t certain that a second performance was even possible. But, Ann would not be denied.
“Scott, the two of you were so, so hot together. Watching the two of you, being with you in the room, is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.”
Notwithstanding her statements, I remained concerned over when the other shoe would drop.
“Are you sure that you are still OK with it Ann. I mean, it’s not every woman who is happy seeing her husband unload himself into another woman, let alone her sister.”
“Honey, I see absolutely nothing wrong with what we did this evening. Plus, I am convinced it was right for Cathy, too.”
I started to make my way to the bathroom to wash up. “Hey, where are you going?” she asked.
“I thought I’d wash up before coming to bed.”
“Oh no you don’t,” she replied grabbing my arm. “I want you to come to bed with me just the way you are.”
“But honey, I am covered with sweat and sex. Please let me rinse off.” I was particularly aware of Cathy’s sexual juices still coating my cock and running all over and through my pubic hair.
“Not on your life,” came the reply. “I want to experience you just as you are, coated in sexual smells and all.”
Ann would absolutely not be denied. On one level, I was bothered by the thought that Ann might actually be turned on by my body coated in her sister’s sexual juices. However, on another level, I could appreciate her desire to share in the moments that she had just witnessed. I could understand that the sensations that remained attached to my body may be the best available substitute to allow Ann to live vicariously in the moments that I had enjoyed with her sibling.
As I settled into out bed, Ann was immediately all over me. She kissed me hard upon my lips as she pressed her breasts hard against my chest.
“Tell me, did it help...the things that I said?” she asked after a few moments.
“Absolutely,” I replied. I would have said if it wasn’t true, though it was.
“Was she...different...than me?”
“Yes,” I said more cautiously.
“Was she...tighter...than me?”
This question required a more carefully worded response. Ann knew the truth. She was just teasing me. But, still, it wouldn’t do to be too enthusiastic with the answer.
“You know she was, but not better.”
The answer seemed to satisfy.
“I never realized how noisy fucking can be, the way that you two were slapping your bodies together. And the smells in addition to the sounds. The sex smell was so sweet in the room. Did you notice it?”
“Yes,” I replied.
Her hand came to rest upon my cock, gently tickling the shaft.
“Boy, you are still wet down there, is that you or her or both do you think?”
“I imagine it is some combination. Her vagina was pretty well lubricated at the end. I suspect that she hadn’t experience someone of my size before.”
“I don’t think she had either,” Ann replied, eyes wild with excitement. “Pull back the sheets, I want to see it.”
I was a bit embarrassed at the request, but I could hardly refuse. I pulled the sheets slowly back away from my groin.
“Boy, you are covered with juices, aren’t you? I hadn’t realized how messy sex can get,” she said, staring intently at by pubic region and lightly lifting my limp member with her thumb and index finger. Then, unexpectedly, she lowered her nose close to my groin and inhaled deeply.
“Ohhh, I love that sweet, sweet smell. Do you suppose its Cathy that I am smelling all over your dick.”
My cock twitched at the brazenness of her statement. “I suppose,” I stuttered in replied. “It’s probably more her than it is me.”
Then, Ann did something even more unexpected. She bent further forward and licked the very tip and underside of my dick with her tongue.
“Oh wow, that tastes so sweet, too,” she said, as she returned to her upright position sitting next to me in bed.
Before I could respond, she suddenly leaned forward again engulfing my complete member in her mouth. I felt her tongue swirling about my head and shaft, licking from them the combination of Cathy’s vaginal juices and my spunk off that remained from our illicit encounter. As Ann did so, my member filled again with blood.
“Umm, the combination of you two together tastes so good to me.” She paused looking up into my eyes. “What do you think of your wife being turned on by the taste of your cum mixed with her sister’s juices?” she asked.
I wasn’t certain what had gotten in to Ann. While never a sexual prude, she was never the most sexually adventuresome person either. And, that was really fine with me. But, the person occupying my bed this evening was someone new, someone adventuresome, someone willing to take risks, and someone willing to enjoy the moment. There was absolutely no doubt that the thought of Ann enjoying the combined taste of her sister’s pussy and my spunk was exciting to me. My cock sprang to almost instant attention as she continued to lick the combined juices from around my pubic region.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind in that moment, I suggested, “Ann, what do you think licking my juices directly from your sister’s naughty little pussy would have tasted like?”
Ann couldn’t respond orally as her mouth was full of me. But, I instantly knew her response. She rotated herself about so as to position her pussy over my mouth in a sixty-nine position. Once situated with her knees on each side of my head, she started grinding her labia and clit against my tongue and lips. Meanwhile, she continued attacking my cock with increased zeal while grinding her hips hard into my face. We continued in this position for several minutes until a felt a small spasm pass across Ann’s body.
I knew this tiny little orgasm would not satisfy Ann this evening.
Sure enough, once her body ceased its twitching, she repositioned her knees so that they straddled my hips. Positioning her slit over my rock-hard cock, she took me into her body in a single, downward thrust. As my dick penetrated her inner folds, she arched her back slightly and let out a deep, guttural groan.
Once she settled down with her full weight on my member, she made her request. “Tell me what you were thinking as you fucked her.”
Ann’s full, rounded breasts were hanging before me. Gingerly, I ran my fingers under their curves and across their tops ending on each of the nipples. I ran my thumbs and index fingers over and around each of her nipples, applying slight pressure to each. Then, I began my response.
“Before we started fucking,” emphasizing the word in the dirtiest, nastiest tone possible, “I imagined what it would be like to feel the newness of a different pussy, a young and very tight pussy, caressing my penis with its walls.”
Ann started rocking slowly back and forth on my hips.
“My cock has become somewhat accustom to your feel and grip. I wondered how her feel and grip would be different than yours,” I continued.
“Was it different?” she asked in a quiet and expectant voice.
“Very much so,” I responded truthfully. “Her opening is so much tighter than yours. Her entire vaginal canal is so much tighter. It was hard to penetrate her, she was so tight.”
Ann was rocking hard now back and forth against the base of my penis. As she rocked forward, she let out slight groans.
“Did she...did she...feel good...being so tight?” Ann finally managed to get out between the gasps accompanying her thrusts.
“Very,” I said, in the deepest, most earnestly aroused voice I could muster. “I remember thinking that her pussy was like the hand of a milk maid jacking me to an orgasm.”
Ann was virtually throwing her body down against mine following this statement. Ann’s eyes were on fire with passion. I could tell that she was close to coming again as her pace quickened further against my shaft.
“Was it...nice...to blow...your wad...into...into my...little sister’s...pussy?” Ann asked between the next series of thrusts and grunts.
Unexpectedly, I felt the sudden onset of a second orgasm rising within me, too. Her last words had reminded me of the extreme pleasure I had experienced deeply planting my man-seed inside her sister’s womb.
“Oh God, YES!” I exclaimed, raising up to hug Ann about her waist as she continued her rocking motions. I sucked on each of Ann’s nipples, taking in the sweet smell of the sweat generated by her continued effort against my member. I could feel an orgasm rising within her for a second time as the grip of her vaginal walls tightened ever so slightly on my cock.
“Would you...like to...fuck her...again?” Ann asked just as her orgasm took control of her hips and back.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I responded, “I would love to pump her full of my cum again and again.”
With that statement, my mind and body completed its recreation of the events transpiring only a few short minutes earlier in the evening. In my mind at that moment, my cock was trapped in Cathy, not Ann. In my mind, I was depositing my load deep within Cathy, not Ann. In my mind, it was the spasmodic contractions of Cathy’s vaginal walls in orgasm working overtime to extract every last drop of jism from my body. I had not thought it possible to deliver a second load of any appreciable size after the load I deposited with Cathy. Yet, in response to Ann’s orgasmic massage, my member strained to find and deliver whatever reserves were held in the deepest recesses of my testicular glands. The resulting extraction process from those deepest regions of my very soul was simultaneously exquisitely painful and pleasurable.
“Uuughhh!,” I exclaimed, grabbing Ann’s torso and burying my face between her breasts.
The spasms taking hold of my scrotum and prostrate moved into overdrive in a seemingly desperate attempt to compel the delivery of every last drop of spunk forcibly wrung from my body. As our mutual orgasms subsided, I could feel a slight trickle of my seed escaping from Ann’s opening to run down over my balls and onto the sheets. For moments which seemed to be years, we held our mutual embrace, Ann’s legs now wrapped tightly about my waist. I could hear her heart beating rapidly as my ear pressed hard against her sternum. The trickle that I had felt gradually grew to a small stream. A large wet spot had now formed upon our bed.
Eventually, Ann pulled my head away from her chest so that she could look into my eyes. “Honey, I want you to know how much I truly appreciate all that you did this evening.”
No remorse, sorrow or guilt, just genuine appreciation and happiness. I could only hope that it would last.
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When Jean came back from her orgasm, I flipped her over on her back and removed her mini skirt and thong panties. She looked very sexy in her thong, but I needed to taste her shaven pussy. I began by licking her lips making sure not to touch her clit just yet. This drove her wild. “Ohhhhhhh, please lick my clit” I ignored her pleas and parted her lips with my tongue. I could taste her juices from her first orgasm as I started to tongue fuck her wet hole. Jean kept begging me to suck her clit but, was not done tongue fucking her. As I picked up the pace, she began to moan again and I could sense her orgasm building. Once this happened, I moved my tongue to her clit and began to lick her from the tip of her clit to her asshole. This made her moan louder and then I finally sucked her clit into my mouth and went to town. This was too much for her to handle and Jean came with the force of a hurricane. My whole face was covered with her pussy juices as I continued to eat her through her orgasm.
Mark had told me that Jean loved to have her pussy eaten, but I have never seen so much pussy juice! The second she came back to earth from her orgasm, she almost ripped my pants and briefs off. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked me like a pro. I have had many women deep throat me, but Jean took my whole shaft down her throat the very first time. I usually don’t come from head, but this was like no head I have ever received. Jean had my balls tightening in no time. No matter how hard I tried to hold back her mouth and technique was too good for me to handle and I blew my load right down Jean’s throat. She could sense that I was going to cum and she sucked even harder not letting one drop leak out of her talented mouth. After I was done cumming, Jean opened her mouth and showed me my load and then she swallowed the entire thing. “Mmmmm, that tastes so good baby.”
I told Jean that she had just given me the best blowjob of my life and that she could suck my cock anytime she wanted. She laughed and told me that she had enjoyed sucking my cock, but not as much as she enjoyed having me eat her pussy. She told me not to tell Mark, but I ate pussy even better than he did. I laughed and then she took my cock into her mouth again and sucked me until I was hard again.
When I was back at full hardness, I pushed Jean back on the bed, spread her legs wide and began to rub my cock head up and down her slit from clit to asshole. She was already wet so when I pushed my cock into her there was no resistance. I took my time and just held my cock all the way in her for a couple seconds before I began to slowly pump her. My cock felt so good in her bareback. Jean started squeezing me with her pussy muscles and I made my cock throb in her. She began to moan and I let out a moan of my own. I started to pump in and out of her faster and faster until her moans became screams of pleasure. She came and then came again and this only made me pump her harder and faster.
After her third orgasm, I flipped her over to fuck her doggy style. Jean grabbed the headboard and I started slamming my cock into her as I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. This felt so good and she was soon cumming like crazy.
I reached down between her legs to rub her clit and I noticed that she had cum running all the way down her thighs! This was so hot it made me go over the edge! I grabbed her nipples again and then I felt my balls tighten up and I gave her one final thrust before dumping my load deep in her pussy.
Jean collapsed on the bed and I lay next to her and we kissed and fondled each other until we recovered. At that point, she told me that she had a surprise for me and Mark. She took me by the hand and we went back to the living room where Laura and Mark waited while making out on the couch.
Laura looked up and said, “Oh there they are, took you long enough.” Jean said, “Well if your husband didn’t eat pussy so well we would have been back sooner.” Mark laughed and handed me a beer. Laura grabbed Jean by the hand and they ended up on the floor. Jean said, “I hope you guys like this” and with that our two women proceeded to get into a sixty-nine and began to eat each other's pussies.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, my wife was eating my cum out of her friend's pussy and her friend was eating Mark’s cum out of hers! I have never seen Laura with another woman and I have to admit it was a very hot sight. Both women were moaning like banshees, it was no time until they were both cumming. After they came down from their orgasms, they finished off this wonderful sight with a make-out session.
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10 Inches Next Door!
By Guest, in Swinger's Surprise,
I had used my Battery Operated Boyfriend on a few occasions but was not feeling too Horney and was not really looking for male attention. At least that’s what I thought till I went over to Chris's.
Chris lived 2 doors down from me. He was 10 inch long. Hmmm, I am jumping ahead of myself here that part comes later. He was 37, 5 ft. 8, with a nice chiseled body, short black hair, and clean cut with a thin French cut mustache. Looked a lot like Freddy Mercury, and did I mention he had 10 inches of Hot Manhood?! Slim build, not a body builder but in shape, cut with a 6 pack, and nice muscular arms. Arms…hmm….did I mention the 10 inch probe?
I used to go hang out on his front porch and talk about all sorts of things as just friends. He was a single divorced dad, was totally devoted to his daughter, and was not in a relationship because that would take him away from taking care of his 16 year old.
I am 5’4”, with green eyes and naturally curly long dirty blonde hair at about 120lbs in a size 2 with B cups. It was the thinnest I had been in my life, and I was all too happy to show it off. Carefree for the first time, I was always wearing something short and cute or formfitting to show off my hourglass figure.'
Overall we were neighbors, who had met because he was on his porch having a beer with his friends when I would come out to my porch to have a smoke. I never really noticed him until one night one of his friends saw me come out and convinced him to wave and invite me to join them.
He would talk in his smooth deep voice…about all kinds of things, from politics to music. He was a classic rock fan and a huge Eagles fanatic. One time he had a friend over, and we all sat on the porch talking non stop while they drank beer. They started to talk about earlier in the day, when I had been pulling weeds from the flower bed out front of my place wearing a very short shorts, with a tight tank top in red, white, and blue. And how they had been admiring the view. The shorts were so short that as I bent over they would reveal my ass cheeks a bit too much giving me a wedgy. I just laughed and said, yeah that was too short and would not be seen again.
Later on I found out that he had been checking me out since I had moved in. Every time I went on my front porch and he was on his….he had been watching. I could not see him and had only noticed him a few time. When we caught each others eye, I just gave him a polite neighborly smile. He always had a beer in hand and was trying to look relaxed and chilled out.
One night I was at his place watching some ball game, just chatting when I looked over at him and our eyes met, nothing was said but a chill went down my spine ending at my pussy, which I noticed was sopping wet and throbbing to find out what equipment he had hidden in his jeans. I noticed myself clenching and unclenching my cunt without even knowing I was doing it.
With each clench of my pussy my panties were getting wetter and wetter, and I was just wishing to be out of those Jeans with his dick kissing my ovaries. At that point it did not matter if he was Big or small, cut or uncut. I just wanted his hard penis in me right then and there!
I must have shivered because he looked over towards me, and then he traced my gaze back to his crotch. I saw movement under his jeans, lots of movement. He did not miss the naughty smile on my face.
He moved towards me slowly, and without a word our lips met. I was happy to be sitting down as the second his lips touched mine, my legs gave way. My body shook with a nervous excitement and anticipation of what was to come. He knew I was eager to be his plaything.
His lips were as soft, as I knew they would be. He did not disappoint in his technique either. He took it slow, holding my head in his strong but gentle grip, slowly nibbling on my lower lip before inserting his wet tongue in my mouth. I could imagine his tongue on my pink, wet, shaven pussy, and I would have loved to feel it there….but NEXT TIME. I was in the mood for one thing and one thing only, getting that hot cock inside me NOW.
My pussy was commanding me to ,move fast and give her attention. She was becoming wetter and more swollen as each moment passed and I could feel my juices creating a warm wet path as they flowed down my trembling thighs.
The kiss was not long, and I felt I would climax without him ever touching my pussy or caressing my body elsewhere! I just longed to rip his clothes off of him, which would have taken strength which I could not muster right now. With my arms around his neck all I held him as tightly as I could. Slowly, as if reading my mind, my wish came true. He moved his hand down, slowly caressing my neck working his way down to my breast… feeling my taut nipple.
I was breathing deeply and enjoying the kissing and fondling, my pussy was thinking her own thoughts. Adrenalin is a wonderful thing as suddenly a super human strength came over me, I quickly eliminated any obstructions between us and had his hard penis in my hand, which did not disappoint in the least.
My mouth was busy with his, but my hands did the looking for me and perfectly measured the length on the demands of the bower of bliss between my legs. His wild lance was finally free and as I wrapped both my hands around him lengthwise, I was pleasantly surprised to find my fingertips could scarcely touch my palms for all his girth. One purr of pleasure followed another, escaping my cock hungry mouth in a lustful desperation. I started stroking his massive horse, massaging it inch by inch. (Did I mention it was 10 inches of solid meat!)
Moaning, I slid down and flicked my tongue across the tip of his well formed knob. Even before I dared to peak, I tasted his warm wet juice. For the first time I looked at his joystick, it was more than I had hoped for. Handsomely formed, with bulging veins and so much like my favorite “BOB”, but real. I am sure that he must have been used to cast the mold for my treasured toy.
Glancing upwards, my eyes thanked Chris for shaving, now I could give each part of his manhood the attention they deserved. I opened my lips and his hot rod snaked effortlessly down my throat as I felt his balls against my chin. Oh my fucking god! This is heaven.
My head began bobbing back and forth effortlessly. Every time my lips reached the helmet of his soldier boy, a little spout of sap was my reward. I would revel in the flavor, eager to feel his balls on my chin again. Satisfied that he was at full attention, my arbor commanded to move forward. I clutched my legs taking pleasure in a petite orgasm which I declared with a loud groan.
In shared recognition of the final goal, Chris drew me up and as if by magic, in an instant I was standing naked before him, my pussy exposed. I felt cool air chill my crotch as a sigh escaped me.
Unconsciously, I spun around and bowed over the couch. My pussy was moist and ready to provide accommodation. It was taking too long! Why is Chris waiting? Where is that enormousness dick and why is it not inside me? I was getting frustrated at the delay. Why is he not inspecting me with that probe? I felt his hands spread my buttocks. An instant of panic shivered through me. But not because of his size, I could feel my nectar seep down and wondered if I was too sopping to really experience him. My body knew what she was doing, to take this member deep inside. I had to be well juiced.
A scream of joy burst forth when I first felt his manhood enter and continue to plow deep into my secret garden! “Oh, God YES! YES!” I cried in instant climax which extended thru my loins, up my spine and down to my toes.
This animal was thrusting into me hard and fast now, and I was enjoying each powerful plunge with echoing sounds of ecstasy and fulfillment. Each thrust was sending a new wave of pleasure and I announced this fact with screams of “Harder, don’t stop! Yes! Yes!” I felt a flood of warmth deep inside me and I howled as orgasm swelled once again and my entire body whimpered uncontrollably.
Realizing he had exploded his load in me and was going to remove his dart of lust from my craving body, I used my fit and hungry corset to squeeze yet another climax of sweet agony from his seemingly retreating stalk.
He was breathing deeply, completely spent, his body limp atop me. I could feel his organ yielding, becoming softer and eventually slipping out coming to rest, fulfilled on my soft thigh, but the waves of satisfaction were still engulfing my body as I felt Chris move from me.
Slowly, I turned, and saw him flopped next to me. I put my fingers to his lips, in an gesture of “Let’s keep this a secret.” I slowly pulled my jeans on, but not before using my panties to wipe our mingled juices from my pleased body.
I steadied myself as I stood up, and with a very satisfied bounce, headed back home. Clutching my panties I put them to my nose, smelling the beautiful aroma of fulfillment. I licked my lips and savored his salty pre-cum on my lips. When I reached the porch steps, I stopped and just stood there, wondering, fantasizing about what it would feel like in my ass, and perhaps if one of his friends would like to help out, the next time.
It was a good evening! Not to mention tonight when I am lying here with my hubby, writing this story, and caressing his hard cock which will be my reward.
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This guy wore shabby clothes and a scarf over his head. Long beard as he hadn't shaven in years. He looked old but I still knew he was younger. Hole filled gloves and a tattered jacket even though it was warm. We were in our shorts and tee shirts.
He saw my wife standing next to me and a gruff smile lit up his face. Again he grumbled to leave him alone. My wife stepped up to him with a smile and asked him if he was alright. "Fuck you bitch" he told her. She looked at me with a smile and turned back to him. She asked him if he wanted to. "What" he asked. "fuck me bitch" she asked. With that he sort of was lost for words. Her hand went right to his crotch. "Oh wow you are big" she said loudly. I knew what she wanted. It has been a fantasy of hers to be raped by a group of old grubby bums like this guy.
I stepped up behind her as she massaged his cock through his dirty jeans. I lifted her tee shirt up catching her sports bra and pulled them over her head. His hands went as quick as lightning to her large tits and squeezed them firmly. "Careful" she told him. "the only thing I want you to do is fuck me hard with that big cock" she said. He looked at me and asked if I was going to let him fuck my bitch. I told him only if he sucked my cock first. He cussed a bit under his breath and stood there. I then slid my wife's shorts down her legs. Her shaven pussy fully exposed to him as he darted his fingers between her legs. "Hold on" she told him. "You have to suck off my husband first" she said.
Well he thought about it and as he stared at me I unzipped my shorts and dropped them exposing my average hard cock. He didn't say a word but just dropped to his knees and leaned in grabbing my cock in his hand. I stepped forward as he opened his toothless mouth and sucked me in. I bucked like I was fucking his face. He wasn't very good at sucking cock.
I looked over and my wife now naked had pulled a piece of cardboard over into the open and was lying on her back on it. Her legs wide open and fingering herself watching this bum suck me. I made him quit telling him I would save him from choking on my cum but he better get his clothes off before my wife changed her mind.
Her eyes closed fingering her pussy he dropped his pants and headed to her. I told him he had to strip naked first. He hurried and now was naked. He climbed between her legs like a wild man and had his large cock shoved all the way into her. Her eyes now wide open and her mouth gasping for air, he fucked her hard and fast like it was his first and last piece of ass. She was moaning loudly and grunting under her breath at each of his thrusts. He didn't last long before he unloaded into her. He slammed her hard a few more times as he emptied himself and then climb off her. I could hear his cock leave her as the slurping sound he made pulled some of his cum out for her too.
He grabbed his clothes and just like that, was gone into the brush. I looked at her and she had a smile yet a disgusted look on her face. She said "Oh my god he had gallons of cum" Then she told me he stunk and was dirty. With my pants still around my ankles I just kneeled down and got between her cum covered legs. His cum was oozing out of her pussy. I held my cock to her pussy and slid right in and I laid on her and fucked her as hard as I could adding my cum to his dirty deed.
At home she headed right to the shower. I joined her and she told me she almost puked smelling him. But the size of his cock was way more than what she had ever experienced before. She was so excited again thinking about it that once out of the shower, she wanted me to give it to her again.
I went to the woods this morning to find this guy and found only a empty box. Still in the clearing was the cardboard my wife had laid on. There was a large dried spot where she laid and sat up. This guy had disappeared. Too bad, I was going to have him invite a friend to have my wife next time. His loss.
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At 5' 3" her petite legs, butt, and upper body simply made her, larger than normal for a woman her size, breasts seem even larger, and with only the thin fabric of the old T-shirt between those nice breasts and the eyes of the world she was, incredibly, sexy. "Is this," Janet had heard the sound of a truck pulling up but hadn't really given any thought to it until she heard the man's voice.
"uh, uh," The UPS driver, after getting the large box out of the truck stuttered as he'd turned around and saw Janet from behind as she bent over working in the flower bed, "the," he took his eyes away from Janet's perfect little butt only long enough to read the invoice, "the Daniels residence?"
"I'm Janet Daniels," Janet spoke as she got up and wiped her hands on what little fabric her attire offered, "but I'm not expecting any packages."
"Well," The delivery man had to force himself to take his eyes from Janet's large breasts to glance quickly down, again, at the invoice. Then he smiled a little as he looked directly at Janet's breasts through her thin little T-shirt as he finished his sentence, "It's addressed to R. D. Daniels." He noticed that she knew he was staring at her breasts, but he also saw that her nipples were hardening so he felt she must be enjoying the moment a little as well. Before he finished what he planned to say he let his eyes venture down, from those incredible breasts, past the woman's exposed flat tummy and to the perfect little slit of her pussy that the tight shorts were, so nicely, creased into. "Is anyone by that name here?"
"That'd be my husband," Janet felt a little uncomfortable with the bold attention from the young, and pretty good looking, UPS driver so she reached down for a towel she used to wipe sweat from her face while she worked. She wiped her hands off and then draped the towel over her shoulder so it would cover her breasts and also most of the front of her body, "but he didn't say anything about expecting a package."
"Well, ma'am," the young man walked past Janet and placed the, obviously large and heavy, package on the porch just behind Janet, it's his name so it's your package."
"Well," Janet answered as the man walked back by her and, obviously and intentionally, brushed his body against hers pretending to stay on the walkway, "it certainly must be his."
"I'm due for my break soon," the driver had stopped only a foot or so past Janet and had turned around leaving the two of them face to face except for the fact Janet's face was a good foot below his, "and I'm guessing R. D. isn't here right now."
"Mr. UPS Driver," Janet enunciated her words in her well-practiced teacher voice, "the package is certainly Mr. Daniel's package and I'm certainly Mr. Daniel's wife!"
"Uh," The driver stepped quickly back away from Janet and stuttered again, "uh", he turned and was walking back to his big brown truck as he finished, "I was only making small talk, sorry," he climbed in the truck and finished as he was pulling away, "have a nice day."
"Hi Teri, this is," Janet was interrupted by Dan's assistant before she finished. "Well, hello Mrs. Daniels," Teri always called Janet Mrs. Daniels and Janet never knew if it was being courteous or flaunting how much younger she was, "how's everything at Dan's place?"
"Teri," Janet sidestepped the young woman's feeble attempt at humor, "is he there?"
"Sure," Teri didn't attempt to conceal her not liking being treated so abruptly, "hold on."
"Hey, Babe!" Dan spoke with his usual confidence that was, even, more pronounced at work.
"Why do you keep that little bitch?" Janet repeated the question that she'd asked so many times before that it'd become almost a comedy routine between the two lovers.
"Because she's the only young woman I could find with an ass almost as nice as yours." Dan chuckled, hesitated a moment, then finished, "And it's the only thing that gets me through the day without yours."
"You're such an asshole," Janet paused for affect, "but so damn sexy that I can't get rid of you." Janet grinned as she thought of her next sparring weapon. "Speaking of sexy," she paused for only a second, "I just had a very sexy young visitor in uniform stop by."
"Really?" Dan knew that Janet would never totally make up something like this. "Marine, S. F., Navy Seal?" Dan didn't give Janet time to reply before adding, "Was he good?"
"Not that kind of uniform." Janet chuckled knowing the thoughts that were going through the mind of her husband of over 20 years. "It was a UPS uniform, and yes, I'll just bet he would be good in bed." Janet remembered the recent circumstances and honestly added, "And he was obviously more than interested in showing me."
"So, did my sexy little wife let this youngster find out what it's like to be with the hottest piece of ass in this part of the world?"
"You'd love it if I said yes, wouldn't you?" Janet knew good and well that her husband would too.
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" Dan didn't hesitate a second in saying it then only hesitated a moment before adding, "And you know you'd have my complete permission too."
"Yeah," Janet smirked, "then you'd feel it'd be OK for you to fuck that little assistant of yours, wouldn't you?"
"Hell, Honey," Dan spoke in a sincere voice, "if I were going to fuck around on you I'd want a meal not a snack."
"I'm calling bullshit on that." Janet chuckled and added, "I don't care for the little bitch but she is cute as hell and I'm not so sure that I could blame you for taking advantage of an opportunity to sample her." Janet pictured Teri and added, "Heck, I even stare at her butt when I'm there.
"Well," Dan thought a moment then honestly finished, "it is a nice butt but yours is better any day!"
"Thanks, Sweetie," Janet blushed with the knowledge that he was being totally honest, "your so sweet. But," Janet got back to her reason for calling, "what's in the box?"
"It's your new lover." Dan spoke so matter-of-factly that it took a moment for Janet to answer.
"Lover?" Janet was looking out at the large box that still sat on the front porch because it'd been a little heavy for her to bring in. "Yes, your new, and very private, sex slave."
"OK, what have you ordered now?" Janet remembered all of the previous sex toys they'd ordered, used only a time or two, then discarded.
"I have very credible recommendations on this one, Babe." Dan's voice denoted the seriousness of his words. "Now I want you to open it up, do any assembling necessary, and use it all afternoon and still be using it when I get home."
"I'm not sure I can even get it into the house?"
"Well, then," Dan chuckled as he pictured in his mind his thoughts, "use it in the front yard. Hell, the neighbors would love seeing that!"
"OK, I'll try to get it inside," Janet sounded a little less than enthused, "but I'm not saying that I'll use it all afternoon, so don't be disappointed when you get home."
"From what I understand," Dan sounded so sure of himself, "if you get it together and use it at all, then you'll still be using it when I get there."
"You're so darn smug sometimes." Janet almost sounded irritated but quickly added, "but I love you!"
"Love you too, Babe," Dan then ended with, "see you this evening!" It was really, really heavy but Janet managed to get it into the living room. She closed the blinds on the front window and locked the front door, just in case it was something weird that she wouldn't want a nosy neighbor to see. When she opened the box it was nothing she would have expected at all. It didn't really require much assembly at all..., only three,cylinder-like, pieces that latched together making a little tunnel like device that a person could crawl into. Janet looked for instructions but found none at all. She studied the device and found that there were numerous little doors that opened up to reveal the inside of the tunnel and the only other thing was an electrical cord. After about ten minutes of studying it, and the situation, curiosity got the better of her and she plugged the tunnel in. She heard what sounded like numerous little motors and other noises but saw no movement whatsoever, then she heard a very soft, not really male or female but very pleasing, voice speak. "Hello, Janet," there was a short pause and Janet was a little taken back by the use of her name, "I'm for your personal pleasure and I want you to be comfortable with me, OK?"
"OK," Janet responded out of reflex, then realized she was responding to a mere machine voice, "so what the hell are you?"
"OK, you're probably wondering what I'm all about, right?" The voice was almost hypnotically soothing.
"Hell yes!" Janet grinned at the absurdity of this conversation with a machine. "Well, let me demonstrate, please?" The voice was pleading. "Now I understand you're going to be apprehensive but I'm sure your husband, Dan, has told you that I'm completely safe and guaranteed to please. So, first of all you'll see a little door with a red button that opens it." Janet found the door in question. "Now I'd simply like you to push the button and when the door opens put one, either of, your hands inside. Janet did as instructed and as soon as her hand was completely inside she felt a warm, soft pressure all around her hand and then she experienced the best hand massage she'd ever had in her life. She must have left that hand in for a half hour before switching to her other hand.
"OK, now that you know what I can offer I'll want you to trust me a little more, all right? The voice was so soft, warm, and convincingly sincere that Janet couldn't help responding. "OK."
"Good, Janet," the voice hesitated a moment before finishing in an even more comforting way, "now I want you to find the doors with the blue buttons," there was a pause long enough to allow Janet to find those doors, which were side-by side, "now open them, and trust me Janet, put your bare breasts inside them." Had it been that Dan had wanted this? Was it that the hand massage had been so absolutely wonderful? Was she just still horny from the UPS guy hitting on her? It might have been any combination but Janet slipped the T-shirt up over her head without any hesitation and lay down beside the tunnel-like device and let her two breast enter the two openings. As soon as her breasts entered it was at though they were being surrounded by warmth. And, although she couldn't really feel anything specifically holding them they were being manipulated and maneuvered further in. Then the movements began. The massaging, the feeling of being suckled,the slight pinching, the tingling, the combination of all of those and more feelings that had never been experienced before. Janet climaxed, the feelings ceased, the machine released her breasts and Janet fell back on the floor and slept.
"Janet?" The voice was so soft that it surprised Janet and it woke her from her sleep. "I know it was good," the voice was so confident that it reminded Janet of Dan, "but there's so much more for you to experience." Now the voice, for the first time, had a twinge of dominance to it. "I want you to take off all of your clothing and open the door at the end of me and climb in, OK"
"OK." Janet spoke with a creaking in her voice. It was as thought she had no way to refuse and she simply slipped her shorts and panties off and, opening the top lid, slid her petite little body down into the container. As her body went in she could feel warmth and softness on every inch of her skin. As her body went in she also felt movement, slow, sensual, deliciously tingly, movement against every inch of her skin and body. It began like a massage being administered by twenty different men and women's hands at once. Janet realized that she was smiling but didn't care. She closed her eyes and simply relished the best massage that could ever have been given to any human, anywhere, anytime. Then she felt the same feelings on her breasts that she'd felt when she'd placed them in the blue doors. It was every bit as wonderful as before and she pushed them towards, whatever, was manipulating them. As the manipulation of her breasts continued she could also feel her hands, and now also her feet, being massaged too. Then she felt he clitoris being stimulated by something totally new to her existence. It felt almost like her clitoris had grown to a full size penis and was being expertly fondled and sucked. Janet felt her pelvis, automatically, thrusting up against whatever was sucking her cock.
Just as Janet felt that there just couldn't be anything to add more pleasure, from this beautiful machine, she felt her vagina being entered. And, it wasn't the familiar feeling of a finger or a penis, it was something totally foreign to her carnal memory. But, it was a perfect feeling. It was the perfect combination of all prior insertions plus something new and wonderful added. It penetrated just deep enough, just fast enough, and rubbed her right spots in just the perfect way. One orgasm, two, three, who knows? Janet wasn't interested in counting,only savoring. The pleasure was intense, yet so wonderfully orchestrated, that she never experienced her usual, post-orgasm, sensitivity that made her need to stop for a moment and she simply continued to enjoy each new build up and orgasm with equal pleasure. When she felt she'd experienced all that her new friend could offer, she was once again surprised when she felt the same perfect combination of feelings on her anus. But this time she realized the limitations of her new lover. No wetness, no lubrication like a human tongue would have. But it still felt so wonderful in conjunction with the penetration allowed by her own lubrication in her vagina. She soon found herself concentrating on the lack of anal penetration,and desired it. The desire seemed to only add fuel to her inexhaustible fire. And, almost as if her new lover realized this need the part of the machine, whatever it was, that was administering to her vagina retracted and seemed to switch positions with the part that had, previously, been administering to her anus. This allowed the machine to use Janet's own lubrication for her ultimate pleasure and Janet found herself being, so expertly, penetrated and fucked in both places at once. The machine knew to use her own wetness. And she had plenty of wetness for it's use. But the feeling of wetness on her right breast now, just didn't make sense at all to Janet. Janet managed to regain enough of her conscienceless to open one eye and see Dan's head above the, now open, door over her right breast.
"Oh, Dan," Janet moaned more than spoke, "I'm so glad you came homeearly."
"I didn't," Dan only released the hard nipple long enough to speak,then went back to sucking for a few seconds before releasing it once more to finish, "it's after 6:00." Janet heard what her husband had said but it took a few seconds to understand it. She tried to remember what time it'd been when she entered her friend. It must have been before noon, no, it had to be before 11:00. It didn't matter really. How many hours? Well, not as many as how many orgasms. Maybe more orgasms than minutes. Maybe seconds. Seconds? Janet thought about how she should allow Dan to experience this. But she would be able to have seconds, wouldn't she? Or thirds? Or Nine hundred thousand and fourth's? Janet felt the wet tongue leave her breast now, and after a slight delay she felt the cool air from another door being opened. The door by her butt. She felt the cool air from the air-conditioned room against her hot anus only for a second before feeling the wetness of Dan's tongue as it replaced, whatever, the machine had been using to penetrate her there.
Another half hour? Another hour? She didn't know. Janet only knew that she was insatiable now. But as much as the machine was difficult to leave, she knew she needed to fuck her husband. She needed him inside of her and his cum spraying her vaginal walls. Janet was too weak to get out on her own so she expressed her needs to Dan and, with his help, was able to extract her mass of over-pleasured flesh from her new friend. "Fuck me, Dan." Janet lay on her back and reached up for her husband. Dan quickly took the remainder of his clothing off, got down on top of his wife and let his hard cock enter the pussy that had been being fucked all day long. As he thrust into her he kept thinking about Janet being fucked so long,and not by his cock. It made his cock even harder to imagine all the pleasure she must have experience today. The thoughts of his sexy wife spending the day in pleasure gave way to his own pleasure and he began shooting his cum, uncontrollably, into Janet. "Thank you," Janet whispered. "No," Dan kissed his loving wife, "thank the genius who made our new best friend and sexual partner!"
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Joe loved the creamy sweetness of the éclairs but most of all he liked looking at Mary. He loved staring at women often, even when he was with his wife. Most of the time they looked away in disgust, sometimes they smiled at him (I don’t know which embarrassed him the most). You see Joe was not a handsome man, his belly hung over his belt and his smile was more of a grin. So he could look all he wanted, he was not going to get any takers.
Mary could not be described as being beautiful either. She was just a little short of being obese. However her face was thin and she had sexiness about her. Her hair was now graying , her attempts at tinting only served to highlight the problem. One thing Joe liked, her hair was tied in a pony tail. Now in her fifties she had been through two acrimonious divorces that left her bitterly unhappy and fearful of another commitment.
The staff had all gone home and they were alone in the shop, Joe had worked out the profit for the month, $765 not much reward for the long hours Mary had put in. He had learned early in his career not to worry about the paper profits, he was sure plenty of cash had slipped into Mary’s purse. She shrugged off of the poor result as Joe had predicted. It was time for have a cup of coffee and cake (éclairs of course).
"I know you have been looking at me for a long time" Joe looked away he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, "Do you like me? I bet you think of me 80% of the time" Joe was shocked at her frankness. He struggled to get the words out " Yes I do, very much" he said in a quite voice. "Well then come here" He hesitantly approached her putting his hands as far around her as he could. She grabbed his head with both hands, her lips were on his lips, her tongue rubbing against his tongue. His cock was now fully erect, somehow he managed to open his fly and it flew out of his underpants. It was now rubbing against her rubber apron. Oh how he loved the feel of rubber. He wanted to go and on but the excitement was too much, he came, the white cum spurting over the black apron.
"Now for desert" Mary grabbed his hand and took him upstairs to her apartment. "Let’s take this plate of éclairs". The bedroom was musty as was the shop, the bed was king-size and unmade, and the sheets smelt as though had not been washed in weeks. But Joe was oblivious to his surroundings, he was floating on air.
Mary threw off her clothes "Joe undo my bra" Her tits flopped, yes they were big and loose but boy they felt good. Joe now had gotten rid of most of his clothes except his singlet. Her pussy was now visible, its gorgeous lips irresistible. She was very hairy, to Joe this added to the excitement. She lay on her back and reached and over and delicately took hold on an éclair.
"Joe I want you to put this cream cake on my pussy". Joe knew what she wanted. He mashed the éclair against her pussy lips. His tongue dug deep inside. He passed the chocolate, cream, pastry until he could taste the salty tang of her pussy juices against the smooth exciting inside of her vagina. With one swallow it all went down his gullet, the lot.
That evening Joe’s wife who loved him dearly and did her best to keep him happy and content, said that she had a surprise after supper. "I went into town today and stopped off at your favorite cake shop. Guess what I bought you, the desert you just love to eat."
"Thank you darling" Joe grinned to himself.
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One of my favorite places to go was the Café Moon. Café Moon was the epitome of some non drinkers’ meat rack. Every evening after 5pm, the place would be jammed with secretaries, business men and woman of all ages and status. Making contacts and socializing, like one would in some smoky, wall street martini bar. An upward mobile place that attracted the usual business crowd with a craving for caffeine and sex.
My normal routine was to go to the Moon, grab a table and just read my paper and girl watch, until about eight or nine p.m. That’s when most everyone normally went home anyway. While sitting there one night, enjoying a cup of the house blend, my favorite choice of swill at the moon. Inadvertently over heard a group of what appeared to be five or six secretaries talking up a storm. At first they would be whispering. A whisper that was barely audible. This was then followed immediately by shrieks of loud laughter and shy giggles, coming from their table. This only made me more curious and self -conscious. One immediately thinks when a people whisper they are talking about you. I listened more intently. Craning my neck and mentally tuning up my ears, I focused harder and began to get the drift of the conversation.
It seems these nice young professional women were comparing their favorite sexual fantasies. This was like being a fly on the wall, I found myself privy to a whole world of esoteric knowledge that few men get to experience. Now most of their fantasies were typical and run of the mill, still I loved hearing them. These nasty young ladies wanted two men at the same time. They wanted two women at the same time. One even wanted to fuck her husband’s boss. Each time one lady spoke, the next one would try to top her fantasy. Kinkier and kinkier, from sex on top of parked cars to blow jobs under tables at the fanciest restaurants in town. On and on they went, all but one that is, the quiet one who sat with her back to me. Her friend noticed she was not contributing and began to chide her into coming clean.
“Come on Vickie we know you’ve, got a good one, now tell us it.”
Vickie must have had some reputation, from her friends reaction to her silence this made her sound like she was the queen of kink. All of the ladies wanted to know what Vickie had to say.
Suddenly Vickie spoke,” I want to be forced!”
“What?!” said some of her friends in utter disbelief.
As I spit my coffee onto the sport section. Vickie repeated herself “I want to be forced.”
Vickie went on to explain, “I want some strange guy I just met or hardly know to tie me up and make me his sex slave.”
One young lady roared “that’s rape and that’s sick.”
Vickie defended her self, “Rape is violent I said nothing about violence. Ok maybe a little smack on the ass and a pinch of the nipple but, . . . What I truly want, is to be ravaged by someone. Somebody that I don’t have to pretend with. Pretend that I don’t like it. Just like we all do with guys we dated and our husbands.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. This sweet little voice with a face I could not see was most defiantly my kind of lady. I needed to see what she looked like. All my mind could see was, some woman with tits that came bulging out of a blouse that was way too tight, wearing some cheap skirt way too short. Some really tasteless bitch with way too much makeup. Slowly I tried to move without being noticed. It would be so embarrassing to be caught eavesdropping on their conversations. I got up and took my paper and ordered another cup of coffee. On my way back to my new seat I saw her. Much to my pleasant surprise, she didn’t look anything like what my mind predicted she’d look like. From my new seat I could look right at her, she sat at the very edge of the booth so I got to check her out from head to toe. Vickie looked like a little Irish waif. With her long red mane, which I’m sure many women would have killed to have. She had petite tits that push hard against her tight tee shirt, I could see her pink nipples and the shape and size of her areola. Vickie’s’ legs were long and shapely. Which she accented with a pair of those fuck-me heels, that I do love so much. Shiny patent leather ones, with a tight ankle strap and at least five inches of heel.
Don’t get me wrong Vickie was hot; I’d even say she was dam near-perfect. She was sexy and innocent all at the same time. If I were to cast her to a porn flick, it would have to be “Irish Catholic school girls in trouble”. I was staring once again, and if I wasn’t careful I was going to get caught. Vickie went on telling her friends how she would be abducted and her abductor would bind and gag her. Making her, his helpless prisoner. Not realizing it but I was staring right at Vickie, her porcelain skin those piercing blue eyes and that sweet angelic voice. All of which had me hypnotized. Vickie looked up and caught me. I must have been sitting there with my mouth open engrossed in her tale. Surprisingly Vickie gave me a wink and smiled. I turned every color of red, I was so humiliated. Allowing myself a few moments for my rock hard erection to subside.
Rising from my table and in an effort to save face, casually I walked over to their table and told all of the ladies that I hoped all their fantasies would come true. Then looking directly into Vickie’s’ sharp blue eyes, and I said, especially yours. Then I smiled turned and walked out as all the ladies turned as red as I had, just minutes before. Weeks had past and I had seen Vickie on and off at the moon. We always gave each other a flirtatious smile or an approving nod. Just letting the other know it was ok to look and flirt.
At some point I made a conscience decision, to make Vickie’s fantasy come true. It was probably made the night, I first heard it. In some way it was also fulfilling a fantasy of my own. But how was I to do this and not be mistaken as a rapist. What if she didn’t mean what she said? There must be a way to test the waters, before I committed myself.
Once I crossed the line there would be no turning back , she would love either it or I would be going to jail. One evening while milling around at the Moon, I tried giving Vickie a test. In a flirtatious way I struck up a short conversation, while we were ordering coffee at the counter.
“Hi there” I told her, as we waited for the counter girl to take our order.
Vickie replied in kind “Hi you’ve become quite the regular haven’t you.”
Quickly I seized the opportunity and replied. “Well how else could I fulfill your fantasy.”
Vickie stepped back. “Oh God you remember that.”
I could see she was kind of embarrassed. "Yes and I especially remember yours.”
Vickie was quick, and with an inviting smile. She said just what I needed to hear too. “Then we should not talk any longer so you can remain a stranger. Because only a stranger can make my fantasy come true.”
With that she smiled and walked away. I felt heat rush through my body. The heat of arousal flushed over every inch of me. My ears grew unexplainably hot. God I was just basically given permission to make both our dreams come true. Weeks went by Vickie continued her cock teasing and inviting innuendo. Little did she realize all this time I was preparing my trap, and an evening of total lust. The anticipation drove me for weeks as I set up my basement like some sex club dungeon. Purchasing one of those love swings, the one with hand and ankle supports as well as two padded body supports. Vickie would literally be suspended in the air once she was tied into the swing. This was only the beginning of what I had done to prepare.
Over the past few weeks I must have hit every sex shop in the metropolitan area. Like some wandering degenerate searching for the perfect sex toy. Walking in looking around. Always looking over my shoulders. Working up the nerve to make the most simple of purchases. The owners and cashiers of these shops must have thought of me as some kind of freak. All the time I was praying I didn’t see anyone that I knew, while in the stores. God forbid anyone would see me with a package as I’d leave in a rush, hurrying down the street to my car. That I never parked in front fearing someone would recognize it. Now it was not like I had never been to those places, it was just I felt so guilty for being so turned on by what I was planning. Some of my most embarrassing purchases consisted of things like vibrating nipple clips, ball gags, and dildos. The worst however was the butt plug and lube. Clearly that was the hardest thing to buy. It always felt like the whole place was watching every purchase. Never will I forget the look on that cashiers face. That poor old lady, what she must have thought of me. I know she thought it was for self use, oh my god! I wanted so to explain every purchase, but I knew this would only be more humiliating. Fantasizing about how I would use each and every item on Vickie was the only thing that gave me the strength. The strength I needed to make it passed the cashier and out of the store. The basement was all cleaned and readied, with dim lights and scented candles.
I had the sex swing set up in the center of the room. The track lighting was connected to a dimmer, and the spots were focused on the swing so it would illuminate Vickie’s hot porcelain body Nearby was a table positioned just right, so the inventory of new sex toys would be at my disposal. Now I wasn’t fooling my self, thinking I would be able to use all of those sex toys. But I would sure as hell try to use as many as I could. My main concern was that Vickie is to have the best sex of her life. I had to make certain, that she would, get the best fuck of her life.
Toys were just one way I would assure her complete satisfaction. Prolonging myself had always been one of my best abilities. However a doctor friend of mine had invested heavily in some drug company, and he received some samples of Viagra. He was handing it out like it was candy, and gave me some samples one night. Now I was definitely, going to be the perfect sex toy. My van was set-up just so. If someone got into the back, the door couldn’t be opened from the inside. The trick was to get Vickie into the van. Luck once again was on my side. Vickie and I were both at the café late one night. She had parked right across the street from my van. When we both left, we nodded to each other and ran to our cars. It was poring out, and I got soaked just crossing the street. It was one of the summer rain storms that seemed as if they would never end. Lightening cracked the sky and thunder roared before each flash. The air had that dusty smell summer rains always have. Through the foggy windows of the van I saw my opportunity. Vickie had popped the hood of her car and got back out. Quickly I made my U-turn so I would be the first to offer her some much needed help. After all this was some sexy young woman wearing high heels, a leather skirt and a light Mellon colored tee shirt, standing by her disabled car in the rain. This was a scene from a porn flick I thought.
What guy I his right mind wouldn’t stop to help? Vickie was getting soaked and her tee shirt was now practically see-through. As I pulled up she was bent over the front of the car. Bent over so far I could see she wore no panties. Vickie fumbled around in an attempt at fixing her car. I positioned the van so that the side door was even with the front of her car.
“Hi stranger need help?”
Vickie smiled. “Yes this dam car won’t start.”
I pretended to look around the engine checking the battery and the belts and such.
As soon as I thought that it looked like I tried my best I said. “Sorry I don’t think I can fix it in this rain. You want a ride?”
Vickie replied.” I don’t really know you but ok.” And then she smiled wickedly. Opening the side door and let her into the van, slamming it quickly behind her. Vickie quickly realized that there was no way out of the van as I jumped in the front.
“Shit!” Vickie said. “Please don’t hurt me!”
To calm Vickie down, and realizing how scarred she must have been. I told her that this was her fantasy and it was not to be violent.
“Maybe a spank of the ass or a pinch of the nipple.” Using her words in an attempt to ease her mind. “But no violence.”
Vickie grew quiet after that she said nothing, though the drive was short. Had to have been about nine-thirty when we got to my house. Pulling the van around the back so we could use the back entrance to my basement. Making sure I carefully parked with the vans sliding door in front of the basement door. This way no one would even see Vickie come out, and she would know that nobody knew where she was. She would be truly at my mercy. Before we got out of the van I ate the Viagra and told Vickie she was to do as I said. Vickie submissively nodded in agreement. Opening the side door to the van I fully expected Vickie to try and bolt free or attempt some kind of escape. Much to my surprise Vickie didn’t even try. As a matter of fact she requested my permission to leave the van. In what I believe was a sweet attempt at being so submissive. She was playing right along with me; this was to be one hell of a night.
Forcefully I pulled Vickie down the narrow basement stairs. As I turned the lights on it illuminated both the sex swing and the table of sex toy and lubricants that awaited her. Vickie gasped! I pulled Vickie over to the swing and just tied her hand to the wrist support of the sex swing. Vickie’s tee shirt was still soaked from the rain. Through the wet fabric I could just make out her erect nipple; pushing the cold damp shirt away from her with my teeth I tore a small notch at the center of the v-neck tee shirt. Grabbing the tee shirt by the top of her collar with both hands, I ripped the tee shirt open exposing, Vickie’s pink nipple and petit little tits. With my pocket knife I cut the rest of her wet tee shirt off.
Vickie once again asked that I not hurt her, to which all I did was hold my fingers to my lips and told her “SHHHH”.
Softly and slowly I massaged Vickie’s tits. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned in a whisper “Yes.”
My massage increased in its vigor as Vickie became lost in each slow caress. My hands made love to her small sexy tits as my fingers teased around her pert nipples. Vickie’s moans became louder and more uninhibited, with each pinch of her nipples. Working my way with one hand down Vickie’s soft sleek silky belly down to the top of her leather skirt. Although at the same time with my other hand, fondled her left and more sensitive tit.
Undoing the snap and zipper to her skirt. Vickie without any prodding or hesitation closed her legs allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. Immediately after her damp skirt hit her ankles, Vickie stepped out of it, and spread her legs wide once again. She was so obviously anxious. Consumed by the moment, she needed to be naked. Stepping behind Vickie I continued to cup and massage her aroused little tits. Tenderly squeezing her nipples, not in a painful way only to the point of erotic pleasure .Now however I also lightly kissed and nibbled her neck from behind. I could see the little hairs on Vickie’s’ arms standing on end. Once again I slowly slid my hand down her belly, but this time all the way to her well groomed fiery haired pussy. She was a natural red head for sure.
Vickie lunged forward; her pussy was aching to be touched. Sliding my hand between her legs. I could feel how moist her pussy already was. At this point I could have taken my fingers and drove them all the way home into her wanton wet pussy. I wanted to drive her crazy, to make her wait just a little longer before feeling anything fill her juicy hole. Lightly the palm of my hand rubbed the outer lips of her pussy. With each stroke I pulled my hand back so the tips of my fingers could brush by her clit. Vickie pushed herself up on the toes of her heels in an attempt to grind her pussy harder into my hand and fingers. This I allowed her to do, I would be able to gauge just firmly to push on her button by how hard she thrust her pussy into my hands. Moving around in front of Vickie I knelt down on the floor. Now with a better angle I was ready to play some more. Using my finger tips like little tongues, I teased and spread Vickie’s lips open.
Vickie was so wet and so open I couldn’t resist slowly inserting one finger just halfway. Pushing my finger in slowly, Vickie moaned with approval, she loved and needed something in her pussy. Deeper and deeper in at a gradually pace. Faster and faster my one finger fucked her. Her whole body began to shake as if she were about to have an orgasm.
“No not yet.” I told her pulling my finger from her now sloppy pussy. Just once I spanked her swollen hole to calm her down.
All Vickie could say was, “fuck!”
This was the time for me to get some things ready. Quickly I undressed, slipping into a pair of latex crotchless boxers. Using a microwave I heated some baby oil up, until it was just slightly hot to the touch. Laying Vickie back into the sex swing, adjusting all the supports so she would be securely restrained and suspended in mid air, Vickie giggled and mumbled something about the fact that this was going to be great. I smiled and finished my preparations for the rest of her fantasy. I now blind folded Vickie and placed the ball gag into her mouth all I would hear now were her moans and sighs. What a picture Vickie made lying suspended in that swing. Her legs spread wide open and her wrists and ankles bound to the swing. Stepping between her legs with the hot baby oil in hand, Vickie quickly adapted to being blind folded, she felt my presence and lifted her hips. This was her attempted at showing me how willing and open her pussy could be. She was so wide open even as air passed from between her wet lips, her pussy just sucked more back into itself. By now, the viagra had kicked in and my cock was as hard as a rock and it bounced up and down as I with every movement I made. As I moved in to reach for her tits my cock rubbed and bumped into her clit. So tempted I was to just ram my cock deep inside. But I wanted to explode my wad all over her face and I was determined to build up a huge money shot.
As I dribbled hot baby oil on Vickie’s tits, my throbbing cock slapped and poked at her still moist pussy. The hot oil had the same effect as dripping hot wax on her tits and acted as a lubricant at the same time. The lubricant allowed me to continue my erotic massage. This time with a some what new twist. Dribbling hot oil and then massaging the oil into Vickie’s aroused nipples with the fingers on one hand and massaging some more hot oil into her clit with the fingers of the other. Vickie was once again thrusting her hip and grinding her way up into my fingers. Vickie’s body was squirming in the swing muted moans came from behind the ball gag she need to have something in her cunt now. Using only one finger for now, I started once again to slow fuck Vickie’s cunt. Vickie’s hip move into my finger as guttural sighs came from her throat. She pumped her wanton pussy faster than I would allow my fingers to fuck her. Arching her back in an effort to get more of my hand stuffed to that box. Obviously this made her so crazed; I inserted another finger in an effect to ease her desperation.
This still did not quell her need so I added another and fucked her with three fingers gradually faster and deeper like I had done before. Vickie was so in need of an orgasm. She was breathing so hard and fast that, I mercifully reached up and removed the ball gag from her mouth.
“FUCK ME!” She screamed “PLEASE FUCK ME!”
I stopped fingering her. Slowly withdrawing my finger from her now frothy pussy, I reach for a nice eight inch jelly dildo. Furiously lubing it up as fast as I could, so my slave would not lose the mood that I worked her up to. Patiently I inserted this thick pliable latex cock, little by little until Vickie’s cunt sucked the entire length leaving me just enough to hold as I fucked her and licked her clit. Vickie squirmed and screamed approving of everything I was doing Even when I stopped briefly leaving the dildo shoved deep inside her leaky cunt she expressed her approval. Vickie squeezed that dildo with her pussy and held it while I got some new toys I reach over to the table and grabbed the clips and clamps. There was set for her nipples, those were the clips. And the set for her clit, that was the clamps. They were adjustable clips that would pinch only as hard as I set them for. It took just a little patience and some feed back from Vickie, but I got them just right. She especially like the clit clamp that made her clit protrude forward, and become more sensitive to the licking I gave it.
Fucked her a little more with the dildo but this time I knelt down and ate her asshole. I stuck three fingers up her well oiled ass with no problem or complaint from Vickie. The only sounds she made were her exquisite moans. Moans from her next building orgasm. An orgasm I would not let her have yet. Pulling my fingers slowly from the ass of my willing slave I again went for another toy. This time however it was a butt plug, short and fat. Pouring the remaining baby oil on her pussy and rubbing it in between the cheeks of her ass with the butt plug and my hands. Making certain that her ass was well lubed. Gently I pushed the butt plug up Vickie’s ass. She cried out that it was so big, but she pushed back on it and it slipped in nicely. In and out I worked that plug reaming her ass over and over. One more time I grabbed the dildo in her pussy and I fucked both her holes hard and fast while she came all over her toys.
Vickie’s body shook and contorted with such powerful orgasms. She was so multi-orgasmic and insatiable; she screamed her approval of my actions over and over. With a slow steady hand I removed the butt plug during her climax which just served to intensify it more. As I pull the dildo from her pussy, I was taken back because. Vickie was capable of ejaculating. She was a gusher girl! I loved it. I untied Vickie and flipped her over on her belly. She lied there hanging on to the swing spread eagle as I started to fuck her in a standing doggie style. Vickie was quick to reach yet another orgasm. I withdrew my cock from her cunt, and walked to the front of her. Vickie knew just what to do; she took my throbbing cock in her mouth. Sucking me all the way in until she gagged. Vickie’s eyes teared as I force fucked her face. Not once did she try to stop me with her now free hands. She just sucked me as I pumped away. My balls ached and I needed to blow a load, or I felt they might just explode. My hips flew back and forth. My balls hit up under Vickie’s chin. Now I was about to cum. Pulling my cock from Vickie’s mouth I blasted all over her face. Hot clumps of cum dripped down and off Vickie’s nose and chin. Vickie grabbed my cock and sucked every drop out. For a while Vickie and I said nothing. I don’t think either of us had the strength to talk. Fifteen minutes later I introduced myself.
Vickie broke her silence by saying “oh my god that was the greatest sex I’ve ever had.”
Vickie then look down at my cock and seen it was once again hard. Looking up at me and all I said to her was “Viagra.” All Vickie could reply with was, “Great more.”
Vickie and I fucked the rest of the night and she left sometime in the afternoon the next day. Often I go back to the Cafe Moon hoping to find her, but as yet I’ve never seen Vickie there again. Still I keep my basement set up; it has seen many other nights of sexual bliss. The real reason I keep it that way is, because one day I’ll find Vickie again.
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We arrived in the early evening and were given a tour of the facilities. From the outside it is rather unimpressive, but once inside, it is very nice with well appointed rooms, a pool, hot tub, garden areas, and a playroom which is open to the air. While the facilities were conducive to debauchery, truthfully the grounds were not nearly as nice as where we were staying. Nevertheless, we weren't there for the amenities, we were there for serious playtime. Clothing was rapidly shed, we were issued towels, and we began to mingle. The crowd there was much younger than our place, but definitely more into the lifestyle. We quickly made friends with another couple who were there for the weekend from LA.
She was a hot brunette, and he almost looked middle eastern, but later we found out otherwise. The Margaritas were flowing freely, and the hot sun coupled with the Tequila rapidly made any and all inhibitions go away. We found out that she, was really not into the lifestyle, but was more of an exhibitionist. The girls were chatting away, and her husband and I were doing the same. He asked us what we were into, and frankly I had to tell him "much more than you I think, but I think the girls were enjoying socializing" He later confided in me that he wished his wife were a bit more liberal, but was happy to be there anyway as this was the third time they were there.
As the night wore on, we made our way to the hot tub and subsequently to the playroom. There was a stripper pole there, and the many of the girls were taking turns putting on a little show. Well little did they know that they were in for a treat, as my wife was a former pole dance champ and she really lit things up,. In fact the entire resort crowd was there watching her During her "act:" our new friends were on the bed having some fun with each other. I was sitting next to them watching the show my wife was putting on. After she was done, she got a huge round of applause and joined me on the bed with our friends.
This was to be a side by side adventure as we were enjoying each other right next to our new friends. Now other than interaction amongst ourselves, there was no other interaction, but frankly my wife and I enjoyed being part of a show as most of the resort was watching.
Later on in the evening we saw the male half alone, and my wife asked him where his wife was, turned out she was sleeping as the sex and Tequila must have gotten the best of her. My wife told him it was too bad she didn't want to come back to play as she was attracted for her. He then confided in us she told him she would have been okay with it but didn't know how to bring it up.
This was the end of our night as we were both tired and wanted to get to sleep at our hotel. We have both decided the next time we venture for a weekend we will probably stay there at Sea Mountain.
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I thought Friday night would never come, but finally it did. I arrived at their home about 7:00 pm with a couple of roses and a smile on my face trying not to act too anxious. He met me at the door and invited me in, introducing me to his wife and his girlfriend. He was a nice looking guy in his fifties, almost bald, but well built. His wife was a little younger, very nice looking and nicely proportioned. His girlfriend was my age, attractive and very friendly. I gave each of the ladies a rose and expressed my appreciation at being invited to meet them. A little conversation, a little explaining of rules and a tour of their spacious, well thought out home. In the back there was a pool and a spa. A large brick fence surrounded the back yard offering total privacy. They showed me around the inside saving for last a nice bedroom set up just for sexual play time. Then they asked if I’d like to join them in the spa explaining that nudity was the order of the day. I accepted.
In the spa he slipped his arm around his girlfriend. It was not quite evident what she slipped her hand around, at least not at first, but the look of pleasure on his face was indication enough that she had his cock in her hand. His wife whispered in my ear as she began to run her hand up my thigh and encircle her fingers around my cock, gently tugging at it and at the same time offering me one of her luscious breasts to nuzzle and kiss the nipple already firm and erect. I began caressing her body. The water temp was about 105, not conducive to good sex so after a few stimulating minutes she offered to lead us all to the bedroom.
In the bedroom she turned me so that I was backed up to the end of the bed. I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to her husband and their girlfriend but when I looked over, he was on his knees at the foot of the bed, his face buried between her thighs, his hands covering her ample breasts and her ankles crossed across his shoulders and he must have had his tongue buried deeply in her quivering pussy. His wife pushed me gently and I fell backward on the bed. Before I could move she engulfed my cock, taking all six very hard inches deeply into her throat where she began the most sensual sucking motion I had ever felt. I knew that at any moment I would erupt down her throat and I wanted this to last longer.
I cupped her face with my hands and lifted her off my cock. I asked her if she could let me get all the way on the bed and maneuver her-self so that I could taste her succulent pussy as she sucked me. Without a word she turned, lowered her sweet lips to my waiting mouth. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and placed my hands on her butt, raised up slightly and began teasing her clit with my tongue and lips as she again began to deep throat me. I felt the bed moving as her husband lay on his back with his head at my feet so that he could watch his wife devour me. His girlfriend mounted him and began slowly moving herself up and down on his cock as she fondled my balls. I thought I would loose it for sure. My new-found friends were driving me wild with lust and desire. I let my partner know that I wanted to mount her from the rear. She moved into position next to her husband facing toward his feet so that he could watch me enter her as she moved into position to be able to help their girlfriend give him the most exquisite pleasure I have ever watched. She placed her face on his stomach as his girlfriend rode his cock. Her tongue reached out and began to attempt a dance of love on her clit. She rose up and let my partner have her husbands cock coated with her wetness. I exploded! There was no way I could have lasted a second longer watching that and feeling the tightness of her climaxing pussy clutching at my cock.
That was round one…
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Dinner was nice...but S was nicer. A rather tall woman, almost six feet tall and nicely proportioned, she is stunningly beautiful. She is also a good conversationalist. R and T didn't say much as we got to know each other. After we finished our meal and had coffee T asked me if I would like to go to their place. Well, I figured if things turned out the way they did last time I'd be somewhat of a fool not to take them up. So I caught the check, tipped the waitress and we left.
When we go to the condo, R offered me a Scotch and we settled back for a nice relaxing evening. I hadn't noticed that T and S had left the room, but I sure did notice when they came back. T came over to me and sat on my lap. She had on a see-through teddy and nothing else. S was dressed the same way. She sat down across from R and motioned for him to come and eat her pussy. I knew right then this would be a night to remember.
T and I began to fondle each other, kissing deeply and caressing each other. My cock was really hard and my hand was wet from fingering her. S was just reaching her first orgasm of the night. Somehow, I haven't quite figured out just yet, T got me out of my clothes. She spread her lovely thighs and sat on my hard cock and quickly rocked herself into a thundering orgasm. Before I had a chance to cum, she stood up and took my hand leading me across the room to S. T took my cock in her hand and put her hand on my ass sort of pushing me to S so I could insert my cock into her mouth. Then she laid down on the floor and scooted up under R and began to lap at his balls and suck his cock.
As yet, I hadn't had a chance to taste any pussy...and I really love the taste of pussy. Taking S by the hand I encouraged her to get on the floor without releasing her sucking grip on my cock. I managed to get turned so the I could move T over my mouth and insert my tongue into the depth of her pussy savoring the taste of her juices. I sucked on her clit for just a moment before she began to climax. Suddenly I felt cool air on my cock. And just as suddenly I felt S's pussy engulf me. R stood up and offered his cock to S who was riding me facing away. T went down on her sister as I fucked up into her. She alternately licked S's clit and the shaft of my cock. I was in heaven. I couldn't hold back any more and filled S. As our mingled cum coated my cock, T licked us clean. R erupted into S's mouth.
Needless to say, things are getting better in my sex life. S and I are planning to go to an onsite club together soon. T & R will join us there and they promise I won't be disappointed.
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Now we have a new problem. Recently my dad who is 74 came to spend a couple of months with us as he lives alone in Cincinnati. While Cheryl and I were both at work he got bored and started looking through our personal things and even in our closet where he found nearly a hundred private sex videos of Cheryl and our orgies and threesomes. He must have masturbated to the videos as some of the boxes we later found were somewhat sticky which we didn't remember. However, within a few days of his arriving for his extended visit I came home from work early and heard Cheryl and Dad arguing in the bedroom.
It turned out that Cheryl had gotten home from work earlier than I, and Dad had confronted her about the tapes and wanted some of his daughter-in-law's pussy for himself. I walked in on this. When Cheryl got home from work he confessed that he had found some exciting videos and wondered if she would give him a blow job as it was apparent she was a whore who would fuck and suck anyone. Cheryl was embarrassed and tried to talk him out of it.
When I found them on the bed with dad trying to get Cheryl's clothes off. I asked what was going on and when they told me I actually laughed, which was the wrong thing to do. With all of the pussy videos that I had made, I couldn't see the harm in letting the old man have some too. Cheryl didn't quite see it that way. Cheryl told dad to go to his room while we talked about this and after several minutes she had settled down and agreed to a mercy fuck for the old geezer if that would shut him up.
I called Dad back into our bedroom and outlined the rules. We would have a threesome with him and I would video it for viewing later. With his agreement the three of us stripped. Cheryl got on her hands and knees while dad sat in a chair and I fucked Cheryl from behind doggie style. It must have not been as bad as Cheryl had thought as I found her cunt to be loose and juicy, so slick that it almost seemed that I was getting sloppy seconds. In a matter of minutes both Cheryl and I were cumming, but nothing yet from Dad.
This went on for nearly an hour before the old man shot his load and Cheryl nearly had lockjaw. Later that same evening Dad took some Viagra and wanted some of Cheryl's pussy and she is a real good sport so she agreed at bedtime. Both of us fucked her good for over an hour. Of course this time I insisted on going first because I saw how long it took Dad the first time.
Now dad wants to sleep with us in our king-sized bed every night for the rest of his stay so he can feel a soft pussy when he can't sleep, and he can get a morning hummer from time to time. Cheryl has left the decision to me, but what should I do? I want Dad to enjoy his stay, but I don't want Cheryl to have to endure a daily dose of this. What do you think I should do?
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"Do you like it?" he asked me.
"Fuck you," I told him and got up off his bed. I was naked except for my jogging sneakers. My cunt was shaved because Tommy liked to see the redness of my pussy after he pounded it.
Tommy grinned like a total asshole. "What?" he said, and came over and started rubbing my back. Then he was playing with my tits, tweaking my nipples, getting them hard all over again. I tried to resist--to stay mad at him--but I couldn't, and he knew it. He kissed my neck. He told me I was beautiful, even more beautiful than Suzanne Summers, who everybody said I looked like, especially my boobs. He put his hand between my legs and started to finger me. He knew just how to do it, how to make me come. I quivered and had an orgasm, and the next thing I knew, I was French kissing him on the mouth, and we were back in each other's arms, and I was so in love with Tommy it didn't matter what he did. If he made me fuck all his friends, or if he pissed in my hair, or if he took three dozen X-rated pictures of me in various positions, I still was his. I loved Tommy and couldn't live without him; plus, deep down inside, I enjoyed all the kinky perverted things we did.
We were sitting up on the bed now, and the album was open in Tommy's lap.
"This is my favorite one," Tommy said, pointing to a picture of me with Dale and Sidney, who were both black. I was on my hands-and-knees, a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth. Tommy was always talking about me fucking black guys--about getting some "real colored stud," as he put it--and when we were up at Rutgers for Home Coming, drinking off a keg at the Basketball House, the opportunity just presented itself. Dale and Sidney, whom Tommy knew from college (they were both on the basketball team), had made a comment about how hot I was. Tommy smiled and patted my ass. Then he said, very seriously, "Do you want to fuck her?"
"You're a crazy motherfucker, Tom," one of them said, but when Tommy didn't laugh, or show any sign that he was joking, the two black boys started grinning and looking around for a place to take me.
The four of us (Myself, Dale, Sidney, and Tommy--with the goddamn Polaroid he'd been carrying around all weekend), went upstairs and into somebody's empty bedroom. The place was a fucking shithole. There were Newport cigarette butts in plastic cups and half-filled cans of St. Ide's everywhere. Anyway, we cleared out a spot on the bed, and I started taking off my clothes. When I was naked, Dale and Sidney started playing with my tits, rubbing and sucking them, pinching my fat nipples between their fingers. Then they were pushing me down on the bed and trying to decide what to do with me first. Dale spread open my legs and started licking my pussy. Sidney, who had stripped off his jeans and boxers, got on his knees and started tapping his prick against my chin.
"Suck me off," he said, stroking himself into an erection. His cock was long and dark and thick--at least 8 inches. I looked at it, smiled, and then took it in my mouth. I sucked him hard and sloppily, slurping his meat and drooling pre-cum everywhere. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head.
Dale had stopped eating my pussy and was tonguing my asshole. He had pushed my legs back against my tits so he could really get at me.
"Yeah, eat that ass," Sidney said.
"How's she taste?" Tommy asked, watching the whole thing from the side of the bed.
Dale pulled his tongue from my butt and said, "Like super-fine ass, motherfucker."
Tommy laughed and checked the flashes on the Polaroid. Then he said, "All right, enough of the foreplay. Let's get down to business so I can get some pictures. Dale, why don't you fuck Chrissy from behind while she sucks Sidney."
Dale looked at me to see if it was OK. With Sidney's cock in my mouth, I nodded and mumbled, "Uh-hmm." A minute later I was on my hands-and-knees, getting my bald pussy fucked from behind by Dale's big black prick. He was pounding me good and hard, his hips slapping against the flesh of my backside. "Oooh," I moaned and came my head off. My neck broke out in red blotches. Dale was still fucking me, and Sidney's prick was still pumping in-and-out of my mouth.
"Now fuck her ass," Tommy said, holding the camera.
Dale looked confused. "Huh?"
"Stick your cock up her butt, dude," Tommy insisted.
I looked back and smiled at Dale. He grinned. I arched my ass and spread my butt cheeks with both hands. Dale pulled his prick from my cunt, which was slick with all my secretions, and pressed it against the opening of my ass. Little by little his meat started to slide up my butt, until all at once, my asshole opened up and swallowed it whole; my asshole was just as wide as my pussy.
Sidney and Dale fucked me for a good five minutes. Every now and then, when I made a nasty orgasm face, Tommy would take a picture: Flash, flash, flash, went the Polaroid.
I heard someone grunting, and tasted a warm burst of chloride in my mouth. I blinked and looked up at Sidney, whose face was all twisted and contorted. He pulled his prick from my mouth and started jerking off.
"Shoot it all over me," I said, and opened wide. Warm spurts of semen splattered my chin and cheeks, some of it getting in my mouth, some of it dripping off my jaw and running down between my tits.
I didn't wipe it off. Tommy liked the way I looked with other guy's jizz wads on my face, and of course, I only did what I did because I loved Tommy (and because it made me feel like a filthy piece of garbage).
I licked my lips and looked back at Dale, who was still drilling my ass. His eyes were big and wide, and his breathing was picking up. Suddenly, he shouted: "Ohhh!" and started coming.
"Shoot it up her ass," Tommy said, and Dale did. He grunted, pumped my ass one last time, and then fell silent; white cream trickled out of my asshole when he withdrew his dick, although the rest of his load didn't come all the way out of my ass until the ride home from the party in Tommy’s 4 X 4.
Yeah, that was a pretty hot night. And Tommy took some pretty hot pictures.
HOT PICTURES.
The photo album was still in his lap. There were about three dozen more photos on various pages, all of them nasty and graphic as hell. As I said before, there were shots of me getting gang fucked, like a pic of me lying on a mattress in Patrick's basement, my cunt and asshole red and oozing with cream, while Tommy and Hank and Rick stood around me naked and smiling, holding their half-hard pricks like perverts in a peep show. Also shots of me eating pussy, like a pic of me with Kristin Rogers, Buddy’s blond, bisexual 19-year-old cousin, with her legs spread open in front of me, my tongue buried up her wet little cunt. And shots of me sucking cock with pics of Tommy and Hank and Buddy with their pricks out, and me kneeling in front of them, trying to suck them all. Shots of me in heels, and in stockings, and even a picture of me on the toilet taking a shit... a photo Tommy took the morning after his sister's wedding when I was hung-over and feeling like death. "Please Tommy, not now," I had said when he forced open the bathroom door and aimed the camera at me, but being the asshole Tommy is, he just giggled and snapped the shot anyway.
And this was my birthday present, a collection of our sexual perversion on film. I closed the photo album and looked at Tommy. "Do you like?" he asked me.
I was pissed but horny as hell. I wanted sex very badly now. I kissed Tommy on the mouth and started rubbing his prick through his underwear. We started fucking again. The photo album fell off the bed and lay open on the floor. The photo that stood staring at us was one of me with a pink latex dildo up my ass, which was Tommy's birthday present to me LAST year. How ironic.
How fucking ironic.
I wrapped my legs around Tommy and rode his prick for an hour.
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We were high school sweethearts and got married at 18 as sexually naive virgins. I had never even masturbated. But we quickly changed that! We discovered I am extremely multi-orgasmic and we were young and eager sexual explorers. As part of a young bride's newly discovered masturbation fun, I used to practice on fingers, bananas, and dildos to learn to control my gag reflex. I'm happy to say I mastered it and became an accomplished Deep Throat Fellatrix.
Our eager exploration very quickly led us to discover the incredibly delicious pleasures of anal intercourse. I found buttfucking is the steamiest, raunchiest, meatiest of hard-cumming nasty delights. And friends, this is what changed our whole lives. I mean...I simply cannot imagine any woman enjoying the pleasure of a hard cock deep up her hungry little asshole without being curious about what it would feel like to have a prick deep in her pussy at the same time.
This curiosity is what led us into swinging. We began swinging when we were nineteen, and I very quickly found the pleasures of double penetration exceeded my wildest dreams...and that triple penetration is even better and more salacious. In swinging, our sexuality blossomed along with our love, and I became a confirmed bisexual when I was twenty.
And that is where this Blind Date story began...over twenty-five years ago in the minds of two enthusiastic young swingers. The original idea was my husband's but, as we discussed it, and laid out the rules for our game we both got involved in refining them and detailing them for our maximum excitement. This game has brought a sexual excitement to our lives that is so pervasive it is hard to explain. I don't think most people could understand...but active swingers should be able to understand what I mean, so I address this story to them.
You know how...as a swinger...it charges your whole life with sexuality? I mean far beyond the actual swinging sex fun. I'm talking about that lower belly excitement of anticipation beforehand...about how the morning after you feel a glow and stifle a grin or giggle when someone asks you, 'What's new?' or 'What have you been up to lately?' Isn't it fun thinking what some of their reactions would be if you told them the 'fucking' truth?
And, have you noticed how it changes the way you look at people every day? When you are sexually charged and attuned you are much more aware of other's sexuality. I am confident that active swingers know what I mean...how swinging is not only fun while it's happening but it heightens your awareness between encounters.
Well, swinging girls...let me tell you that our game will take that lower belly excitement that makes your pussy creamy and maximize it beyond belief. We made the rules for our game we call 'Blind Date Night' soon after we started swinging. We have been doing it regularly now, every month for over 20 years. This is how it works...
Each month...(We try to do it on the date of our wedding each month) on Blind Date Night I prepare my hair and makeup, make sure my cuntlips are cleanly shaved, and my bush is neatly trimmed. Then I put on something sexy and rather slutty or sometimes wear nothing but my nipple rings and tattoos depending on my husband's outline for the evening. For those nights I go nude I have a long gray cape/cloak for leaving the house if it is cool (and when our children were home).
Then, when we are ready to begin, he blindfolds me securely with a soft leather blindfold that is comfortable but cuts off all light and sight. Girls, it's crucial for it to be comfortable. I recommend practicing wearing it for a couple of hours beforehand and moving around with your husband. It is hard at first to be comfortable trusting someone to lead you blindfolded.
NO - this is NOT a bondage game. The blindfold is there to enhance my pleasure and excitement. As you will see...it's really the main point of the game. Some people I have told about our game say, "How can you leave the blindfold on without your hands tied?" I reply, "A lot of people get cheaters and swingers mixed up. But sincere swingers are NOT cheaters. We enjoy restraints and bondage in some of our other games. But not on blind date night...my hands are unrestrained...I wouldn't dream of taking the blindfold off...the whole game would lose its point."
Girls, if you do this...and you decide not to wear panties...remember to take precautions depending on your upholstery. The anticipation...by the time you get the blindfold on usually has me oozing down my inner thighs and I need to put a towel down if I get on someone's crushed velour car seats.
Once I am blindfolded the evenings progress in a variety of ways:
1. Sometimes we remain at home...we may share a drink. Before long the doorbell rings and I hear Wes's murmured welcome and soon find myself being kissed and fondled, petted and suckled, fingered and frigged, sucked and fucked either orally, vaginally or anally.
2. Sometimes Wes puts me in the car and delivers me somewhere. I have been led into motel rooms and residences; I have been taken to echoing gymnasiums and pleasured there or in a jock smelling locker room. I have found myself hanging onto service racks in car repair garages; taken on pool tables at a closed bar (I presume) I could tell from moving along the bar and skirting stools and tables. And there have been many encounters in stores and offices.
3. As our game continued and we matured emotionally and swingingly, Wes sometimes dropped me off somewhere to be sexually service and picked me up later, or I would be taken home by my date.
4. Then, as we found so much excitement in our game, we added a new twist... He began to drive me somewhere then help me out of the car and tell me to wait there. Then he would drive off.
a. Sometimes I can hear traffic, not often real close but nearby. I have been standing blindfolded, dressed like a slut once in a while and heard obscenities yelled at me from passing cars. But I haven't known if it was a coincidence or a plant by Wes.
b. Sometimes he kisses me goodbye and takes my cloak with him, leaving me standing naked in my blindfolded with the night air caressing my swollen pierced nipples and my wet creamy snatch. When he leaves me standing naked, I can usually tell from the silence and smell that I am somewhere in the country. But there are times when I still hear traffic near. I find myself looking all over town when I go somewhere. I notice alleyways and dark shadowy areas at the end and rear of buildings and wonder if that is where I was standing naked waiting for my date.
Usually, it isn't long before I hear a vehicle pull up and someone will help me into another car. Sometimes I am taken to a home, office or motel for a nasty suck/fuck. Sometimes I am sexually serviced in the car and dropped off somewhere again.
The first time I was left standing alone, dressed like a slut with crotchless panties I was so excited and horny and scared at the idea that my twat was simply streaming down my inner thighs. I knew anyone coming near me would smell my arousal. My hands twitched at the instinct of removing my blindfold but I calmed myself by reminding myself that Wes was surely somewhere he could keep an eye on me and guard my safety.
Standing, Slut dressed or Slut naked, waiting for my date to cum and take me...or take me and cum; sometimes I don't hear a car approach. I hear distant footsteps approaching...they draw closer...pause...continue their approach...slowly...circling me. As they draw near the excitement twists deeper and harder into my lower belly. By the time they are close enough to smell my rut lust, I am wound so tight that my thighs and breasts are often twitching sporadically. My knees are so weak at that point that it is no problem if my date reaches out to take my head between his hands and push me to my knees with no preliminary touching and I find myself being face fucked to a creamy, jizz gulping finish. Sometimes the date ends there...sometimes that is just the beginning of an all-nighter.
I have been approached and embraced from behind and pushed onto all fours and fucked and humped like a bitch in heat; both vaginally and anally by my mystery dates and sometimes alternately between asshole and cunt on different strokes. It is very easy to do on blind date nights because my lust is so high by the time I actually meet my date that I'm ready for virtually anything.
As time progressed, I have, once in a while, found myself sexually servicing a female on date night...male and female couples...and now and then groups of three to five men. And we managed to continue my date nights through my pregnancies although we held my dates at home only, during the latter stages. Believe me, date nights did a lot to cheer me up when I was feeling swollen, bloated and ugly in pregnancy.
One thing never changes with my dates. I have heard them whistle, grunt, moan and groan and I have heard some of my female dates scream... I have sucked and fucked their cocks and cunts, drunk their semen and slurped their cream. I have had their cocks buried down my throat to their balls; rutting my streaming pussy or reaming my hot, hungry asshole. I have sucked and fucked their pussies and tongue and fingerfucked their tight Hershey highways...BUT...swinging girls. I have NEVER once heard one of them speak.
Why this restriction? This brings us to the most exciting point of the whole game. The point that has kept me totally mind fucked over the years. The point that keeps a hot glow in my lower belly and starts my cunt drool flowing with my first personal contact of each day. Because...though I have never seen the faces or heard the voices of my Blind Dates on date nights...I know that each and every one of them is someone I have at least met and spoken with before. Our rule is this: It doesn't have to be someone from our social circle...but it MUST be someone I have met and spoken with face to face in person, not just by phone. For instance...the UPS driver who picked up my package could be a future date, but not the dispatcher I called to set up the pickup. Girls...can you imagine now how each day is constant titillation living this game?
When the postman comes by and says good morning, and I watch his hands shuffling the mail, I wonder if those hands have manhandled my horny fuck jugs while he thumbed and suckled and licked at my nipples.
When I stop for gas, I wonder if I was left standing naked over there at the side of the building one night. Has the man filling my tank with gas also filled my mouth with his cock gravy?
When I go to the parent-teacher conference, I'm really wired. I KNOW I have been fucked in a school classroom on a date night before because I felt the chalkboard and desks and heard the empty echoes of a night school as I was led in. Was I fucked on THIS desk? By this teacher? The principal? Or was it one of the coaches or maintenance men I have also met? Was it, perhaps, a student who pilfered a key?
When the preacher shakes my hand and smiles at me is he smiling at the memory of how I begged him to, "Lick my fucking cunt and make me Cum!?" Has the mechanic servicing my car serviced me sexually as well? When I feel my hairdresser lightly touch my neck...is it because she is remembering pulling my mouth into her pussy as she shuddered and orgasmed in my mouth?
Does the housekeeper do a better job for me than others because she liked the way we Fist fucked each other? Has the bag boy packing meat in my bags also packed his own meat up my little asshole? Has my dentist had more than his hands in my mouth? Has he drilled more than my teeth?
You can see how it is swingers...everywhere I go...Have I fucked the neighbor down the road? Is that why they give us so much from their garden? The pizza delivery person? Our lawyer? His secretary? The list is virtually endless. As months and years go by, I, know more and more of my acquaintances find their way to my pussy month by month.
Not only does this bring me delicious sexual tension at virtually every personal encounter; it keeps me on my toes. I try to meet more nice people each week. I get gas at different places, shop at different stores. When I meet people, I am extra friendly. I introduce myself and ask for their names and about them. I jot these details down each day. These notes are the raw database that Wes has to begin with. From there he must send out large numbers of anonymous contact feelers outlining signals that people can use to indicate if they are interested. Then he has to make time to check up on signals, set up an interview, and explain the game more fully to prospective dates. It has been our experience that many people who might not be actively swinging or seeking anything like it, are nevertheless intrigued by being part of such a mystery game. I think that idea is a strong enticement for many to have a one time adventure than just the chance for some hot new pussy for the evening. Wes has told me I have fucked and sucked people he would never have dreamed would respond back to the first anonymous feelers.
Remember girls...if you play the game... Do your part. Since your date can't speak, it is essential that you maintain a dialogue for you both. Remember to remind them repeatedly about the rules in a sexy way as you go along. I do that by saying things like, "Ohh, I'm so wet and horny...smell how wet I am...no - don't tell me. I'm going to dip my fingers for you...there...smell that...grunt if you like it. Growl if you think it smells like a nasty Slut! I AM nasty! I'm going to suck your cock because I'm a nasty cocksucker. Put my head back so you can run it clear down my fucking throat in long strokes. Even strokes so I can snort air and sling slobbers on the outstrokes. I slobber and grunt and snort like a mare in heat if you face fuck me like a cunt! But don't blow your wad down my gullet...pull back so you can feed me your hot thick cock gravy. Shoot it in my mouth. Then pull out and tip my head back so I can open my mouth...don't you want to see my mouth filled with your creamy load? No! Don't say it! Squeeze my tits if you want to see me swirl your jizz puddle in my mouth with my tongue. Thumb my nipple rings if you want me to swallow your cock sap with my mouth open so you can watch it go down my throat!" I keep working them like that, helping them communicate with me without speaking.
Have there ever been problems with date nights? Yes...but very few. In over twenty years there have been a few months when Wes failed to find a new date partner. He tries hard to book my dates in advance and have alternates in case somebody backs out. But sometimes he has had to fall back on former dates to do another night. On those occasions, he can reward somebody who has come up with a new and creative way to set up the date. Or he will contact several former dates and see if they are interested in a small gang bang.
So far, out of all my dates...only two have slipped up and let the secret out, revealing themselves as former dates. The rest have held fast and true to their agreement about game rules.
I can't take off my blindfold, and I can't ask leading questions, but during my dates every sense is alert for details on style of dress, neckties, blue jeans or slacks, loafers or boots...scents and smells; heavy or light beard, hairstyle, baldness, breast size and hairstyle on girls; Cock circumcised, body hair. All filed away to feed my sexual fever in the coming days as I survey people with every sense alert. Sometimes I almost believe I can smell my own fuck scent and perfume on someone I see the day after a blind date. But asking is not allowed.
Sometimes the field gets narrowed considerably. Like, I have been picked up and put in law enforcement cars. Hard to miss the screen divider and missing interior handles. And hard to miss a gunbelt and badge when you're necking and undressing. And it is EXTREMELY hard to miss a nightstick shoved up your asshole while you're being cunt fucked or vice versa. But my husband's dad was a county deputy for years, so we know quite a few deputies, cops and highway patrolmen.
Blind Date Night is a game I would recommend to any active swinging couple. It takes a lot of work on the husbands part, arranging them and the wife needs to make up for it by keeping up with and expanding the couple's regular swinging contacts. Of course, it can be modified in all kinds of ways. You don't have to do it monthly. You could do it weekly or quarterly or whatever.
Remember, the date is just the beginning of the excitement. No matter where you go afterward or who you see you can't help thinking about it. I don't think it is possible. If your dates are all cumming out of your associates, then you KNOW you are meeting your dates day by day, but you don't know who they are. If you are bisexual and your husband can find a woman for your date, then it can really become all pervasive. As time goes by you, start to think..."Gee, I better start meeting people before I have Fucked everyone I know!" (Smile) Regarding bisexual dates: Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, we have found quite a few women who have agreed to become dates who had never before had any bisexual contact but were so intrigued by the game...and it gives them a chance to explore bisexuality virtually anonymously. And I think the girls recognize the mind thrill it would give them when they see me knowing what I do not even more than men do.
Some of my dates recommend others to Wes as possible dates. But, if I don't already know the person I will have to be introduced socially first. See where this leads? Everyone meets people...it's a natural part of life. But when you're in this game suddenly every time you say hello to a stranger you are thinking, "Was this a contrived meeting to set up a future date? Are they meeting me now to meet me later?" Do you see girls, what I mean by this game keeping me continually mind fucked?
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