Deep Sea Detectives

Mike was what you would call “manly”. At 38 he still looked 20. When I was 18 I applied for an internship at his law firm. When I received the position and met the man I was working for, I couldn’t wait to go out and buy business suits and shorten the skirts until they were so short I could hardly move without giving him a view. The first day of work I showed up in a red top and short black skirt. I went into Mike’s office trying to look coy. He glanced up at me, looked back down at his paper, then quickly looked up again. I saw his eyes linger on my skirt and I saw the look of lust flash in his eyes. He stood up and shook my hand and I looked up at him, licked my lips and batted my eyelashes. After just a few days of work, Mike asked me to be his “personal helper”. I was very eager to do this since most of what I thought about all day was how to seduce him.
One day he asked me to help sort his papers with him. Just sitting next to him turned me on and being so close, I began to get wet. The hornier I got, the braver I got. I turned to him and asked, “Where should I put this?” As I said that, I put my hand high up on his thigh. He raised is eyebrows but simply answered “up there in that pile”. I caught his eyes, my hand still on his thigh, and sexily smiled at him. We continued to sort papers and I gradually moved my hand upward toward his manhood massaging his thigh. I could hardly focus on anything but my hand and the warmth and wetness in my lacy black panties. Finally I reached his cock and even outside his pants I realized that it was wonderfully big. It was already erect and all I wanted to do was get on my knees, take it out and suck it. But I knew I couldn’t do that just yet so I began to caress it, running my fingers up and down the length. I put my fingers on either side of it, and began moving my hand up and down as if jacking him off. I could hear his breath quicken. After only a few minutes I knew he would be getting close, so I stopped and removed my hand. The rest of the day we sat next to each other, the air around us was thick with our lust.
The next day I hardly saw him at all. Then, five minutes before I was supposed to leave, he said he needed to talk to me after things closed up. I was worried. What if he was mad about yesterday? But I was also excited. What if he wanted to continue what happened yesterday? When everything was finally closed up, he and I were the last ones there. I went into his office and asked him what he needed to speak to me about. He walked past me, shut his door, and approached me. He said, “it’s about yesterday.” I replied, “um, okay, what is it?” He then pushed me back to his desk and kissed me hard. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto his clean desk. We continued kissing and I rubbed my hand against his bulge. He cupped my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples. He pulled away some and pushed up my skirt realizing I hadn’t worn panties. He could see my smoothly shaven pussy.
I could tell this really turned him on so I began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His fingers were caressing my slit while I plunged my hand into his pants taking out his hard cock. He soon removed my hand from him and got on his knees. He spread my legs wide and began licking up and down my wet pussy. He began to gently suck on my clit, flicking his tongue over it. He started getting very aggressive with it and then inserted one finger inside my hole. I groaned with pleasure. He then inserted two fingers and began to finger fuck me as he sucked on my throbbing clit. He had built up to a frenzy and all I could do was moan and quiver. All of a sudden I felt a wave of pleasure as my pussy walls tightened. I screamed out in pleasure and he sucked and thrust his fingers harder.
Once my wonderful orgasm was over I wanted to repay him so I slid off the desk and pulled his pants down enough. I hovered in front of his massive cock, exhaling my hot breath on it. I could tell he wanted my mouth on it badly so I stuck my tongue out and licked it once on the head. I then put just the tip in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Then suddenly took the entire length into my mouth and throat. I began to bob up and down on his hard cock and he moaned with each movement. I licked and sucked has hard as I could and I could tell he was soon going to come, but I wanted him to fuck me so I stopped abruptly. He looked only a little disappointed because he knew he would get to fuck me and come inside me. He laid on his back on top of his desk and I climbed up.
I straddled him with my pussy hovering over his cock. I teased him by brushing my cunt against the tip of his penis. He thrust up, attempting to enter, but I pulled away teasingly. Finally I had had enough and I just wanted him inside, so put his tip near the entrance and slid down on all of it. We both moaned as he filled me up. I started off with a slow rhythm, pulling up almost all the way out, then putting him all the way inside my pussy. I began to go faster and he began to match my thrusts with his own. I began riding him hard and fast. It felt so good I began to feel an orgasm coming on. I rode him as hard as I could and suddenly I felt an amazing orgasm come over me. After that I wanted him to come inside me, so I laid on my back on the desk and he plunged into me in one fast movement. He soon began to fuck me hard and fast. I couldn’t do anything but thrust against him and moan. I pulled my hair and begged him to fuck me harder. I began to realize I was going to cum again and I said, “I want you to cum inside me” and he replied, “Me too, I’m going to soon.”
And then he fucked me harder then ever and a few seconds later I felt his cock contract and shoot his cum high into me and that feeling forced me to cum as well. We grinded against each other for another minute or so. We began to dress and he said, “we’ll have to do this again sometime” and I smiled, satisfied.

(Author’s note: this is part of a sprawling, I mean epic, story of several chapters. Some characters may disappear for a while, but will be back when plot threads are resolved.
Warnings: this chapter has a nonviolent rape scene.)
VS Ch. 01: Underwater
Karla’s cell phone rang — U2’s “New Year’s Day” — and she hopped up from the rickety sofa piled with binders and charts. “My boyfriend,” she announced. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She padded barefoot over to her room, leaving Bernard to admire the view from behind.
Bernard stifled a sigh. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, he wanted to say. I had no idea. You keep such secrets.
He knew the guy had another name, but Karla used the term Boyfriend so much that the given one had faded into history. Boyfriend called each night about 8 pm Athens time, give or take ten minutes. There were five framed photos of Boyfriend in the cottage she and Bernard were renting: one in the kitchen, one in the living room serving as research room and library; one in the single bathroom they shared; and two in the bedroom she used, where she retreated each night when Boyfriend called. And Oh did she miss Boyfriend. One week into a month-long stay overseas, and she was homesick for her beau. The cute girl pining for her guy “back home” was dismayingly common at the university.
Even though this was a research trip, sponsored by the Anthropology Department, Bernard couldn’t help constructing pleasant fantasies about spending a month alone with Karla. Surely a cordial scholarly relationship could blossom into something more; working together for a common goal could strengthen bonds… but Karla seemed to be repeating the Boyfriend Boyfriend Boyfriend mantra just to ward off any such opportunity.
Working closely with her had become even more agonizing as she started shedding clothing to combat the stifling heat. Whatever qualities the “pleasant Mediterranean climate” supposedly offered did not extend to their island. The Sun was unforgiving, the humidity stifling. The second day here Karla had “gone native” and stopped wearing a top. At the cottage, she no longer wore anything at all. She was gorgeous with no clothes on, everything he had imagined since the day she arrived at Miskatonic last August, and she had to know he was enjoying the view. But she didn’t seem to care one way or another. Perhaps that was worst of all; his attention was of no concern.
Karla lounged on the cheap, lumpy cot that served as a bed in her sunbaked room. Brent’s voice, thin and canned over the cell phone, seemed impossibly far away. The oppressive heat would have been much more tolerable if he were sharing this bed: a torrid romance for a torrid climate. They said goodbye and she put the phone aside, leaving her fingertip resting on her vaginal lips, where she had been teasing herself during the entire call. A poor substitute for Brent, but better than nothing. Sheets stuck to her skin and dampened. She raised her knees to circulate more air. She plunged a finger inside, and tweaked a reddening nipple, imagining his touch; in less than a minute she brought herself to a silent and fleetingly satisfying orgasm.
She peered between her raised legs, noting the bedroom door had been left open. No big deal; Bernie knew her room was off limits and wouldn’t have peeked inside. And so what if he did? He’d already seen so many intimate things several times over: the sprinkling of freckles above and between her breasts; the way her nipples always seemed half-erect, even when she was engrossed in her work; the slight dusting of pubic hair below, as if, at 23 years, it were still growing in. She knew he stared at her bare bottom every time she left the room, and at her vagina when she slouched back on the couch, or lay prone on the floor. She didn’t care. If anything, his reverence was a sort of daily affirmation, that she was not just attractive, but sexy.
She sat up and the cot creaked in protest. The pungent musk of her wetness wafted up; no doubt Bernie would notice that. Let him. She walked back into the living room.
He was seated at the single table that served for food and work. He wore navy swim trunks that he rinsed out each night. “Found something,” he said. She stood behind him, peering over his shoulder. If she moved closer, her pubic hair would tickle the back of his arm. A playful voice in her mind was urging her to do just that.
“Compare these two” — he placed side-by-side a pair of drawings, by different artists, annotated in different scripts — “to what you have yesterday, and you might have the key to the Squid Doc.”
“Really?” Her curiosity sparked, she forgot about teasing him. The “Squid Document”, photos of a set of stone carvings featuring a cephalopod in menacing postures, had been a dead end up to now. The writing had been so much gibberish, and there wasn’t enough to find any patterns or meaning within itself; they had needed more information to corroborate, or triangulate, what was being said.
“Let me see,” she said, taking the drawings. “If you’re right about this…” She bounded to the far corner of the room, where the Squid Doc photos were laid out. She dropped down and lay prone on the floor, scrutinizing the scans with newfound enthusiasm. He knew she was excited because her feet were flipping back and forth, like a frog’s. Between her spread legs he could make out her pussy lips, a sight he never tired of. Swollen, and a little moist; she had probably fingered herself while on the phone with Boyfriend.
He crouched down beside her. “Making sense?”
“You are right, Bernie!” she crowed. She grabbed a pen, started scribbling on a notepad. “This is the most progress we’ve made since we got here! You’re a genius!”
“It’s all teamwork,” he said, gazing at her lovely ass, which flexed minutely as her feet kicked. He experimentally rested a hand there; she continued writing. Time passed as she compared notes, started a list of translations, asked him for clarification. But she didn’t brush his hand away.
Her praise for his insight and acquiescence to his touch emboldened him. He started caressing the outside curve of her butt, just with the fingertips, but certainly she would notice that, and raise a fuss if she objected. Instead, she let her feet drift down, coming to rest on the floor. Her ass was heavenly. By touching her this way, he might be burning through all the good will he had earned with his breakthrough; but he didn’t want to let this chance pass. His fingers gradually wandered to the treasure between her slightly spread legs.
Karla was aware of this, but didn’t consider it worrisome. She felt like an old sea salt who, having finally found the “X” on the parchment map, had dug four feet and felt the shovel strike wood. That wasn’t too far from what she and Bernie were doing here. He might have uncovered the final clue for their own “X”.
His touch amused her; despite all the scenarios obviously running through his mind, he had never been this forward with her. She was kindled enough by the puzzle pieces in front of her that she didn’t really mind what Bernie did, one way or another. Actually, it was sort of pleasant.
But she needed to say something, at least to acknowledge him. “I think you’ve earned it” sounded crass, even by her standards, but those were the words that came out.
Bernard knew better than to ask questions, or even to take her to the bedroom; anything that might give her a chance to reconsider her offer. He stripped off his swim trunks and kneeled behind her. He was already hard.
To her credit, she accommodated him, instead of lying there inert. When he reached around for her breasts, she propped up on her elbows; when the head of his penis poked between her legs, she raised her buttocks to give him a better angle.
She enjoyed it more than she had expected. Walking around topless downtown, and nude in the cottage, had bathed her in male desire and attention (Bernie’s and others’) that had kept her arousal at a slow simmer. A man’s hands cradling her breasts, even if it wasn’t the right man, generated warmth that flowed out to her fingers and toes. When Bernie’s cock pushed inside, that, too, was a sensation she had sorely missed. She casually wondered if her butt jiggled when he thrusted; there had always been those few pounds she couldn’t seem to get rid of. As if he would care. He seemed to be deliberately taking his time, making it last as long as possible, which she found endearing. When he could no longer avoid coming, a week’s worth of distilled lust shooting inside her, she felt more alive, more charged than in weeks.
He pulled out and she settled down, resting her head on folded arms. “Thank you,” he whispered, a warm hand on her shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm,” she said. “Just this once, you know. We are not making a habit out of this.” She didn’t want to become a fringe benefit for him, her body an attendance award for merely being around. She didn’t want to get hooked on it either.
“Sure,” he said, and stood up. He left the room, and she heard the shower turn on. She considered cleaning up as well, but lassitude had struck and she didn’t feel like getting up. She turned her attention to the Squid Doc.
Around midnight, Bernard went to bed. Karla was still wrapped up in her work. He knew her offer might never be repeated, but he was still heartened by the “We” she used, and the three weeks stacked in front of them. There was an inkling, valid or not, that he at least had a foot in the door. He fell asleep with a smile.
Karla stayed up until after six in the morning. When Bernard awoke two hours later, she was fast asleep. Her snoring was audible from the living room. He smiled; she was dead to the world. Probably sprawled out immodestly on top of the sheets. He was tempted to check but wanted to respect her privacy. Her room was hers alone.
She had cleared the table so he wouldn’t miss the note.
FOUND IT SEE NOTEBOOK NEED SLEEP SAIL TOMORROW
“You did it, Karla!” he said to himself. “You did it.” He picked up her notebook, where she had summarized her findings on the last two pages. If the evidence was right — there was a preponderance, like an overhang of snow ready to avalanche — then less than thirty miles from here would be a religious site, a shrine, built by a race two to five million years in the past. “Lucy”, the oldest known ancestor to Man, clocked in at three million years ago.
He remembered the outrage following the original Squid Doc monograph. Fortunately, no one at Miskatonic had been involved in that work; several careers were ended in disgrace. Talk of sloppy research, contaminated sites, and outright fraud made the Squid Doc a pariah for any further work. The carved stones were carted to Miskatonic, to languish in a dank storeroom. Anthropologists joked about their “half-life”, as in 50,000 years before they would be safe to study again.
The University, and Bernard’s department, maintained a tradition of doing significant constructive research “under the radar,” with some risk to the participants if things went public and sour. (Not ten years ago, a spectacular screwup had required the services of an air strike involving eight fighter jets that were not military and bore no insignia.)
In keeping with the Miskatonic tradition, within five years a young professor and team of grad students had dusted off the rocks, which were genuine if not five million years old, and what was found there led to Bernard and Karla being sent to Greece. On the cheap. They suspected they were spending as much out-of-pocket as the school was.
So: if Karla’s work was correct (and it probably was), the site lay between two islands not far from theirs, a two-hour ride on one of the motorboats for hire. It used to lie on an isthmus, but water levels had changed since then. No problem: both of them were certified divers, and their equipment had been shipped with them.
Karla didn’t wake up until one in the afternoon: too late to reach the site, explore and return before sunset. “I’m sorry,” she said, yawning and stretching. “We’ll go first thing tomorrow.”
With a free afternoon, Bernard had been hoping for some leisurely afternoon sex, but never saw an encouraging sign. She pulled on a tiny bikini bottom and walked to the beach. He explored the cottage road, following it around a set of bluffs to a dead end at an olive grove. Goats patrolling the area eyed him placidly.
The next morning, they hired a boat. The negotiation was unpleasant. Karla had gone to church enough times to know that Christos did not deserve the name he had been given at birth. He was a fat, hairy shirtless man, about fifty, with a graying beard and skipper’s cap. Venal and lewd, he was the bachelor uncle no one trusted around his or her teenage daughters. He leaned in close as they spoke, touching Karla’s forearm, ignoring her flinch. She wore a modest one-piece dark blue swimsuit, yet felt more exposed here than back at the cottage wearing nothing.
“The boat is very small,” he said. “With all your equipment, I can only take the girl. Your boyfriend will have to stay on shore.”
He’s not my boyfriend, Karla almost said, but thought better of it.
“I think it’s better if I go,” Bernard said, standing up straight.
“I’m not interested in taking you,” Christos said. “Maybe I’ll stay in the harbor and catch fish.” Unfortunately, his was the only boat still available.
“Can’t say I trust you with her.”
He smiled expansively, waving a weathered hand. “Don’t worry. I’m an old man, with an eye for a pretty lady. I have a wife and two sons. I am harmless.”
“Karla?”
“Honey, it’s our one chance to go today,” she said. “I’ll take some photos, then we’ll return with a larger boat tomorrow.”
Christos clapped his hands; the matter was settled. “Demetrious will take you tomorrow. Large enough boat for both of you. And I take the pretty lady today.”
Neither felt entirely comfortable with Christos, but didn’t want to waste another day. They loaded her scuba gear, tools, GPS, torch and ziplocked notes into the aluminum boat. Before hopping aboard, Karla gave Bernard a hug and a brief, but open-lipped, kiss. All for Christos’s benefit. “Bye, honey,” she said.
“Be careful out there,” he said. He knew it was a ruse, but he’d take for-show affection from her any time. The blue one-piece swimsuit was more than he’d seen her wear in days, and she was still alluring. Christos yanked the outboard engine into sputtering life. Bernard watched until the boat was out of sight. He figured, based on trip time and the air in her tanks, that she should be back by about five at the latest.
Gentle waves slapped the aluminum hull as the boat skipped along. For about an hour, Christos left her alone, content to steer the boat and ogle his passenger. She tried to disregard this, and followed their progress on her chart and GPS handheld. She hoped she had the site pinned down to within a hundred yards. The water was calm and visibility looked to be excellent.
On the open water, with a few islands shouldering above the horizon, Christos cut the engine.
“Why are we stopped?” Karla said, instantly alert.
“You look very pretty in that swimsuit,” he said, “but now it is time to take it off.”
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” she said, reaching for her cell. She had started to dial when Christos smacked it out of her hand. The phone skipped once on the water and sank. Karla stared at her hand, which flared and stung like a spanked bottom.
“I’m faster than I look,” he said. “Now this is the deal I make for you. You take off the swimsuit and do what I ask, and I take you to your place and back. If you don’t, all the rest of your stuff goes overboard, and you follow it.”
“Do what you ask…?” she said, cradling her injured hand. Nothing was broken, but it still hurt like hell. Would she be able to fight him off left-handed?
“I am not a greedy man,” he said, turning on a greasy smile. “Just you, naked, we fuck one time on the way out, and one time on the way back.”
She gazed beyond him, into the distance. Should she just jump overboard? She recalled a saying, something like “No Sharks in the Med”, but couldn’t remember who said it, or if it was even true.
“I seen you walking around the town, bare tits,” he said. “But you did not dress that way today.”
She didn’t answer.
“Take it off,” he said. “Anyone asks, I could easily say you fell overboard, never came back up. I tried to save you, you know? Think about it.”
Am I going to die out here? she wondered. What a shitty way to go, at the hands of an old troll who wanted some young tail. But the thought of him touching her intimately evoked similar terror.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he said. “Don’t make me do this the hard way.”
There appeared to be no way out. She took a deep breath and pulled the shoulder straps down over her arms. The boat rocked and her breasts swayed as she gracelessly peeled the suit the rest of the way off. I should have just worn a bikini, she thought: more revealing at first, but easier to strip off with some dignity. She freed her ankles, picked up the suit, and lay it down next to her.
Christos reached over, tossed the suit overboard, restarted the engine and drove away.
“Oh, come on!” she protested, watching the limp suit quickly disappear from sight.
“You won’t need it,” he grinned, showing yellowed smoker’s teeth. “How close are we to your spot?”
She looked at the GPS. “About 3 miles.”
“Okay. We go another 10 minutes and take a break.”
She sat up, preparing to turn away from him, when he said “No. Face this way.” He leered at her breasts, which jiggled each time the boat crested a wave.
The “break” was vile. Karla endured it like a little boy forcing down a plateful of lima beans. She had to sit on his lap, his sweaty, hairy gut pressing against her stomach, his oily, thick cock forced inside her. He ran his hands through her hair, roughly pulled her closer, and pawed her breasts. His grunting orgasm, which she had at first dreaded, was now a relief: at least that meant it was over.
True to his word (at least for now), he let her retreat to the bow. She sat sideways, legs clamped together, keeping a vigil with her GPS display. She looked forward to a scalding shower, with antibacterial soap and steel wool. What a detestable man. There was still the one more ride (at the very least) he was demanding on the way back.
Her GPS beeped. “Half a mile,” she announced.
“Yes Ma’am,” he chuckled, hand on the throttle. “About 100 yards out, we slow down.”
At the spot, Karla peered overboard. Shelves and outcroppings of rock or coral dotted the landscape below, like a Grand Canyon ten feet deep and thirty feet underwater. One island broke the surface a few hundred yards away, with steep rock cliffs. Its neighbor was a bit farther away in the other direction.
She strapped on her tanks and her weight belt, to which the rest was hooked. They were probably going to chafe her skin, since Christos had seen fit to jettison her swimsuit. Vague ideas of revenge swirled in her brain as she pitched backward into the water.
She broke the surface again, got her bearings, and swam a short distance to align herself between two landmarks (she hoped) in the rock cliffs. She dove in and began to search for anything that looked man-made. Small schools of fish appeared and scattered; larger fish continued on their flight plans, judging her no risk. She saw no sharks so far.
She remembered that diving without a buddy was a bad idea; she’d never done that before. But curiosity spurred her on. She mouthed a quick underwater prayer for a safe return, and added one for Christos to repent.
Nothing looking like a man-made structure showed up. There was always the chance this dive would come up empty. She surveyed a ridge that seemed to lead toward the island, but was solid. Rock, coral, capped with sand at its end.

With eyes as big as saucers and full of longing I gazed back up at your serious, handsome face and saw the concern etched in your own eyes, contrasting with the strong, determined set of your jaw.
“Oh Phillip I don’t know if I can…” I breathlessly murmured, “I, I don’t know if I am ready for that yet.”
Your firm but gentle hand reached out and softly stroked my cheek.
“Sarah, oh my sweet, darling Sarah.” You smiled, “You have nothing to fear, and nothing to be ashamed of my love… You will be with me and I will not leave you for a moment… We will just be two people in love wandering around a few shops and maybe stopping for a coffee or something. You will be just fine darling. Trust me…”
“But what shall I wear?” I said almost to myself, causing you to laugh out loud.
“Darling you will look wonderful whatever you wear… You always do.”
My heart was hammering in my chest as I looked up into your twinkling, smiling eyes and then making my decision I flung my arms around your neck and kissed you like an excited teenager.
I pottered around the house throughout the rest of the morning with my mind in a whirl while you caught up on some unfinished business in your office. I had to get my make-up just right, not too heavy but still feminine enough to look passable, and I had to find the right balance with my clothes… I was not going to embarrass you or my self by looking like a hooker, so I chose a black calf length dress that gave a glimpse of leg when I walked, but was decent enough to pass in the street and a pretty maroon wrap with sparkly bits in it.
I prepared my hair and makeup, slipped into my thong and fastened my bra before pulling on my hold-up stockings. Then stepping into my heels I finally added a whisper of Channel No5 to my neck and wrists and presented myself to you in your office.
“Will I do darling?” I asked innocently, as I watched your eyes open wide in appreciation.
“You’ll do for me my Sarah but you may turn a few heads in the street looking like that.” You laughed.
I skipped out of the way as you took a lunge at me and slapped your hand away in fun.
“Oh don’t you dare Mr Jones…” I said in mock anger, “I haven’t taken Two hours to get ready for you to muss me all up now.”
I allowed you to catch me and pull me towards you and we embraced in a hot, passionate kiss, but then I felt you stirring and your hands started to wander menacingly into my panties, so I wiggled out of your grasp and fended you off.
“I have to get dressed darling. Now control yourself!”
“That’s easy for you to say gorgeous, you shouldn’t look so bloody edible!”
“Well you can eat me later Tiger, for now I have to get dressed.”
It didn’t take me much longer to get ready and I waited for you to finish up in your office. When you were done you held me in your arms and gave me a comforting squeeze.
“Come on Sarah, let’s go.”
You led me out to your car and like the gentleman you are you held the door open for me, and like the lady I am… Your lady, I gave you a flash of my stocking top as I got in.
The drive to the shopping mall did not take very long but my heart was pounding on the way there as I realised that I was really going out in public for the first time… You were so supportive and encouraging and I was very aware that you were doing all this for my benefit, to help bring me out of my shell and to be more confident as a woman… I was so proud of you and so much in love! I could never have come this far without you, and as scared as I was, I felt wrapped up in your love like a security blanket. As long as you were with me I knew I could face the World with some semblance of courage… You give me the strength to believe in myself and I held onto you, drawing on your innate confidence with a grip of steel!
After my initial panic I did calm down somewhat, and once I realised that everybody was not going to stop and point at me it became much easier. I got the odd look here and there but you acted as though everything was perfectly normal and I followed your lead and just tried to act natural. After a while everything was natural, really, and I started to enjoy myself and relax. As ever you were acutely attuned to my mood and frame of mind and as we sat down in a small bistro for a coffee you leaned across the table and suddenly kissed me! Oh my goodness, I went as red as a berry and a tingle rushed right through my body… The smile that touched my lips was quite genuine though…
We sat there holding hands for a while and I no longer cared what people thought. I was with my man, the love of my life and I was as happy as a lark!
From there we wandered about a bit more, just window shopping, until you finally led me to a little Italian restaurant. It was a beautiful little place and very romantic. We sat in a quiet corner and just gazed into each others eyes as we sipped Chianti and soaked up the atmosphere. It was late afternoon now and we were both quite hungry, so you ordered for both of us from the menu and we quietly chatted as we waited for the meal to arrive.
I looked at you as you sat there, and for the millionth time I wondered how on Earth I had been lucky enough to find such a wonderful, caring man… The love poured out of me like a burst dam and I felt tears of pure happiness dampening the corners of my eyes… I fought them back as I dare not destroy my make-up, but inside my heart was breaking with pure, unadulterated love for you.
We left the restaurant hand in hand about two hours later and made our way back home.
As soon as the front door was shut I literally threw myself at you covered you with kisses.
“Oh Phillip…! Oh my love, you are wonderful!” I was breathless with excitement and again I kissed you like a crazy woman.” I am going to make love to you tonight like you have never known it my darling… Tonight I am going to be something special!”
I kissed you one more time then took you by the hand and sat you in your favourite seat.
“Now you sit there baby and I am going to get you a nice Jack Daniels my darling.”
I stood up slowly, seductively raking my nails down your inner thigh and swayed my hips outrageously as I sauntered off into the kitchen. I smiled to myself as I knew how you liked to take charge in these situations, but tonight was MY night! Bringing back your drink I sat down in front of you and nestled between your legs stroking your thigh. You looked so relaxed as you sat there and I was rather pleased with myself that I made you feel so at peace, so comfortable.
We chatted for a while and you asked me how I felt about my day, but after a while I refreshed your drink and excused myself to go and change.
When I returned you had put on some sexy, soul music and I walked around the chair to stand in front of you. I was rather pleased with the effect as I saw your eyes bulge in appreciation… I had put on a sheer, white blouse and mini skirt that didn’t quite cover my stocking tops with a pair of lethal white stilettos. I stood with hands on hips and my legs slightly apart as I let your eyes feast on my body… The overall image was one of virginal bride, meets porn queen and I gave you a questioning gaze as I stood before you.
“You like…?” I asked in a low sexy voice.
“I like Sarah, I like very much!”
I smiled wickedly and walked seductively around to the back of the chair where I began to gently massage your temples as I whispered into your ear.
“Phillip I want you… I need your cock inside me… I need you to come in your Sarah… I need you to fuck me baby.”
You knew that I never used such vulgar language and the effect on you was startling as you almost leapt out of the chair, and approached me with an evil gleam in your eye. I placed my hands on your chest to stop you taking me right then and there, but you still managed to wrap your arms around me and pull me close.
I was so grateful that you were allowing me to play out my little game… You were letting me take the lead with a bemused smile on your face, almost like an indulgent father. Although this father was going to do more than just bounce me on his knee…
“Ah, aaah… Not so fast big boy.” I chided, “Upstairs…”
“Sod upstairs Sarah… I want you NOW!” You growled huskily.
“Well you are going to have to catch me first then!” I giggled as I twisted out of your arms and made a bee-line for the stairs. You were hot on my heels and I squealed with delight as I just managed to elude you in your dash to catch me. I made it to the bedroom and threw myself onto the bed just ahead of you. You were on me in seconds and after a bit of squirming you found my lips and devoured me with the most passionate kiss! I melted into you with my heart pounding out a tattoo as my arousal soared to new heights. Wiggling my way on top I straddled your thighs and sat up, rubbing myself into your groin.
The atmosphere in the room was crackling with erotic energy and your eyes were alight with a burning desire while you waited for me to make the next move. I started to slowly unbutton your shirt and I ran my painted nails down your chest, making your stomach muscles contract involuntarily. I removed the shirt, quickly followed by the rest of your clothing as I wanted you naked for me. Climbing back onto the bed I asked you to lay still and gently kissed your forehead, then slowly, working my way down, inch by inch I kissed your face, neck and chest. Your huge erection was very obvious as I skirted your thigh, but I did not touch it even though it was crying out to be held… I continued to kiss my way down your legs and feet and then I asked you to turn over for me. Working my way back up your beautiful frame I was not content until I had kissed every single inch of your body… Except one…
Rolling you onto your back once more I again straddled you and felt the hardness of your erection pressing against the soft, bare flesh above my stocking tops.
“Did you like that darling?” I asked quietly.
“Mmmmm… Sarah, yes I did. It felt really nice darling…”
I smiled warmly and leaned forward to kiss you on your soft lips.
“Well you just lay still my love and I am going to make you feel even better…”
Easing my way down the bed I stopped when my head was level with your beautiful erect penis and one by one my painted fingers slowly wrapped themselves around it. My tongue darted out and started to lick and tease your balls as I massaged you with my hand, my other hand tracing small circles on your firm, flat stomach. I shivered as I heard you moan and lifting my head I engulfed the tip of your enticing manhood with my mouth. Feeling your hips push forward I allowed you to push yourself further into me and used my tongue to scrape along the under side of your solid shaft. I began to suck on you and to work my way into a slow, steady rhythm while you gyrated your hips in arousal. Feeling you build in response I sucked harder and increased my rhythm as I fucked you with my mouth, all the while gently stroking your balls with my free hand. I felt them contract and your beautiful erect cock pulsed in my mouth as I got my first taste of your pre-come, but not wanting you to finish so quickly I eased my way off of you and again leaned forward to kiss you.
“Sarah darling… You have to let me fuck you sweetheart… God you’re driving me bonkers girl…”
I placed a finger on your lips.
“Shhhhh… My love. Tonight Sarah is in charge. This is my thank you for today darling…”
“But…”
“Shhhhh… Darling. You just lay still…”
I stood up and removed my thong panty then reaching down I picked up a tube of lubrication gel, and as you watched in fascination I fingered a goodly amount into my rear… I stroked more onto your impossibly erect shaft and then straddled you once again. Your face was a picture of ecstasy and burning lust as I lowered myself down onto you, guiding your beautiful cock into me. I had to force myself to relax as this rod of steel first pushed into me and the twinge of pain that I knew would soon ease heightened my senses ten fold. I felt your strong hands reach down and grasp my member and you started to masturbate me as I eased myself further down onto your groin. I was panting now and my body was shaking wildly as I exulted in being physically joined to my husband once again. Gently at first I guided my body up and down your incredible cock, but before long I had built into a steady rhythm as the pain eased and the intense pleasure took over… All rhyme and reason flew out of the window now and I was taken over in a vortex of animal lust as I fucked my beautiful, loving husband! The genuine thrill of having my darling Phillip inside me brought tears of joy to my eyes and I shuddered again with the intensity off it all… I was heaving myself up and down your shaft now and I could feel your body tense up beneath me as your huge cock pulsed madly. My own arousal was at its peak as you skilfully massaged my penis and I did not know how much longer I could hold out. I did not have to wait long however as you groaned out loud and your glorious cock suddenly erupted deep inside me, filling me to the brim with the wonderful gift of your hot seed… My mind exploded at that point and I saw fireworks behind my eyes as I also erupted into orgasm, sending a stream of come splattering over your heaving chest! I rammed myself down onto you and together we were truly joined as our mutual orgasm took its mind blowing course!
As we began to finally calm down I remained still, impaled by you and revelling in our beautiful love making… My love for you knew no bounds and I was awash with a raging tide of emotion. Still buried deep inside you managed to sit up and kiss me tenderly.
“Sarah I love you so much… You are the best wife a man could ever wish for.”
“And you Phillip are my world, my love, my life and I just couldn’t live without you now my husband.”
We kissed again and then I somewhat reluctantly eased myself off your still firm member… squeezing my buttocks together to keep your beautiful gift inside. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up and shortly returned with a bowl of warm soapy water and towel to clean you up as well. When we were both decent again I finally undressed… which wasn’t easy, as I tended to leak as I took off my stockings. When I was done though I snuggled down into your arms and dreamed happily of the wonderful day you had given me and smiled warmly as I felt your come, a real part of you my Phillip deep inside my sated and contented body!

We had just gotten married and this was our honeymoon trip. We traveled from a small town in Wisconsin to New York City for a week of fun and games. After months of “dry runs,” it was in a room at the Marriott Marquis that first night I introduced her to sex. At first, she was a little hesitant but she quickly developed a love of fucking. She told me the third night, after she had left me drained, that she didn’t know how she had managed to save her cherry until we were married.
I marveled at how much pleasure her petite little body could give me. She was extremely active in bed, enthusiastically participating with her mouth, her hands and every other part of her magnificent little body. She was only about 4 feet 10 inches tall and weighed scarcely 95 pounds. It was all distributed in the right places, though, and her ass was just sensational. I tried to get her to let me ass fuck her on the fourth night but she was to frightened of the idea to let me go through with it.
On Friday night, we went for a walk, traveling uptown to see the sights. We got lost and found we were surrounded by porno shops and strip joints. We finally saw a place that looked relatively clean and stopped in for a drink.
The bartender asked if we were there for the show.
“What show?” My wife asked innocently, looking around the small bar to see where some kind of entertainment could possibly be.
The bartender almost sneered and said he would let us participate for $20. As a joke, I tossed the money on the bar and he pocketed it immediately, gesturing toward a door at the back of the room.
We entered. A strange voice told us to take the table in the front and someone turned on a flashlight to point the way. The light gave me a chance to see the room. It was relatively small and we were one of the few couples in there. There were about 30 or 40 men at a dozen other tables.
A spotlight hit the stage and two people came out, a huge black man and a white woman. He was easily 6 and a half feet tall and about 280 pounds. She was at least a foot shorter. They danced, stripping as they went. Soon, they were both stark naked simulating sex on stage to the delight of the raucous crowd.
I looked at Susan, thinking she might be upset and ready to leave. She was watching the couple with rapt attention, her hand absentmindedly grazing her inner thigh.
“This is really warming her up,” I thought with some surprise. We ought to really bounce around the hotel room tonight.
Then we both gasped at what we saw. The music stopped, a spotlight lit up his groin, the woman fell to her knees in front of her partner and began sucking his cock. Her ass was pointed right at us and we could see her moisten up as she worked on his huge cock. This was one of those live sex shows I had heard about!
When the woman had her partner at full staff and his huge cock was glistening from her spit, the music started again and she danced over to our table. She began pulling Susan to her feet. Susan resisted but the effects of the drinks and the urging of the audience soon got the better of her.
I heard the dance whisper to Susan, “You know what to do, don’t you?” Susan just looked at her, momentarily confused.
She was soon on the stage, dancing demurely with the black giant. His hands slid over her tiny form and it was only when he slipped a huge hand over her ass that she objected.
The giant smiled a knowing smile and said to the audience, “I forgot what the bitch really wants.” Everyone leered as he scooped up a pinch of white powder from a small bowl and puffed it toward her face. She instinctively inhaled and her attitude changed dramatically. She seemed to rev up and get into it.
“Bolivian marching powder will get ‘em going every time,” snickered a man at the back of the room.
Now she was dancing with him, not merely jostling to the music. When his hand covered her ass again, she seemed not to notice. His fingers found the button and zipper that held her skirt in place and quickly loosened them. The skirt fell to the floor, leaving her on stage in just a very tiny pair of bikini panties and a blouse.
The men in the audience cheered their approval of her mostly exposed ass. She stopped, looking at me for support with that “deer in the headlights’ expression of someone who’s caught doing something truly bad. He came up behind her and ripped open the blouse, yanking it off her shoulders. Her pale, delicate bra couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples were rock hard.
His original partner, still totally naked, sat next to me and began to massage my cock. I was definitely at full mast, too. I wanted to rush the stage and stop this invasion of our life, but I couldn’t or wouldn’t do it.
On stage, he picked her up like a rag doll, lifting her up over his shoulders. “Put your feet out” he commanded. She did as she was told and he moved forward. Her legs were hanging over his shoulders and her pantied pussy was right in front of his face. The spotlight zoomed in on the action, lighting it up for everyone’s enjoyment.
Turning sideways to the audience, he opened his mouth and began licking her crotch through her panties with long, exaggerated strokes of his tongue. At first, it looked like she was trying to squirm away. It became evident all to soon that she was trying to help him move the crotch of her panties aside. I was close enough to tell that they were soaked, anyway.
He used his tongue to expertly move aside the thin strap that kept him out of Susan’s cunt. When he slipped his tongue into her, she seemed to curl herself around his face and screamed as she came in front of me and a room full of strange men.
He lowered her to the floor and jerked the side straps of her panties with his thumbs, easily tearing them loose. He slid her panties off, slowly pulling the silken material up and over her clit, stimulating it even more. She was breathing very hard, as sexually excited as anyone I’ve ever seen. She no longer realized she was in a room full of men and her brand new husband. Even though her face was turned away and her eyes were tightly shut, I knew she was concentrating only on his mammoth cock and her need to get fucked by it as soon as possible.
He reached down again, this time snapping open the front clasp on her bra and using his huge hands to completely cover her exposed tits as he knelt between her legs. I watched in shock as she rolled her hips forward and lifted her legs in the classic fuck me now pose.
He moved her around so that her legs and ass were pointing toward the audience. I could see her pussy, wide open and dripping wet, her juices already running down her ass. Her cunt lips were moving on their own, quivering in anticipation of what was to come. Little moans and gasps were coming from her mouth.
He dipped forward, positioning his cock at her entrance. For the first time, I could see how truly large he was. The head of the thing totally covered her slit from top to bottom and from inner thigh to inner thigh. It was enormous.
As he rubbed the head of that thing up and down, the woman sitting with me unzipped my pants and took my cock in her mouth. I heard Susan’s muffled moan and looked up again as she accepted the head of the monster. Her eyes, which had been closed during most of this, opened in shock when she realized what kind of monster was about to invade her innermost parts.
He flexed his hips, driving himself into her inch-by-inch. A long, loud sound, half way between a moan and a scream escaped her lips, ending only when he had completely penetrated her. The girth stretched her to the limit, its travels up into her womb visibly evident by the expansion of her belly as it snaked upwards. I watched as she wrapped her legs tight to his waist. He was too big for her to wrap herself around him like she does to me.
He then withdrew, leaving only the tip in her and supporting himself with his arms so her body was almost completely visible. She looked at him in wide-eyed agony, waiting for the fucking that she needed so badly. He held still, his huge black cock shining like a well-polished shoe from my wife’s juices.
He grinned at her frustration. “Fuck me.” was all he said. He barked it like an order to a slave and that’s what she was on stage; a slave to his cock.
She brought her feet down to the floor, then drove her ass up hard, taking him all again in one thrust. The drummer set down a beat that her thrusts and the men in the room soon picked up.
“Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him,” They chanted in rhythm to the drum beat. She threw her hands over her head, grabbing the legs of a chair for support and repeatedly drove her tiny pussy onto his monster cock. Her ass cheeks quivered from her efforts as she slammed into his groin, then made a wet, slapping noise as it bounced off the floor.
She started to come again and he wrapped his hands around her waist. Rolling backwards, he was soon on his back and she was riding him like a woman possessed. Her tits were shaking as she pounded down on him. The drums and the chants kept rhythm until she came again and this time he flooded her with his cum. We could see it flow out of her in ropey white streams. I had already cum twice in his partner’s mouth to my surprise. Caught up in the total erotica of the act I had just witnessed, I had crammed most of my fist into her gooey pussy.
He pulled her exhausted body off and stood to accept the applause of the audience. Susan laid there, not yet fully aware of what had happened or what she had done, but to humiliated to move. Her ravager left the stage as the lights went out again.
I sat in the dark, too stunned at what had happened to do much of anything. Several of the men stopped to ask if Susan might be available for personal services. One reached over and stroked her still exposed pussy, inserting a finger for a brief moment before she rolled over and curled up.
I gathered up her clothes, what was left of them anyway, got her dressed and we took a cab back to the hotel. The honeymoon was over.

The wind had picked up; the night was cold with a steady rain that pelted the old shingles on the cottage. She drew her chair closer to the fire trying to seek its warmth. One of the many disadvantages of being old was that feeling of never being truly warm. The room was small but even so the oil lantern cast eerie shadows on the wall and she felt a shiver move up her spine. Life had been hard for her, a never ending series of misfortunes. At first she had been optimistic that better things were coming her way but as the years went by she knew it was only a pipe dream. People like her were destined to fail; it was written in the stars. She had been married at sixteen to a man of her father’s choosing. By thirty she had already given birth to nine children and there would have been more if her husband hadn’t died suddenly. She had little time to grieve, her first concern was to feed and house her children. There were years of toil, years of working ones fingers to the bone to barely eke out a living. Her job as a charwoman paid scarcely enough to put food on the table. Extras were few and far between but somehow they had survived.
The years went by and as the children left; life became somewhat easier. By the time the last one was gone; she was well into her forties but looked and felt decades older. Life had passed her by and she felt bitter and resentful. Her children; whom she had struggled so hard to raise had their own lives and she was largely forgotten. Now in her sixties, her home became her world and her refuge. It knew her and understood her, its familiar walls brought peace and comfort. At the end of each day it listened as she poured out her feelings of loneliness and inadequacy. Oh yes her home was a safe shelter; her haven from the cruelties of her world.
That was then - this was now. It had started so gradually that at first she completely missed it. There were a series of small incremental steps that started to form over a matter of weeks. Her house seemed to transform day by day. There was never anything she could put a finger on but she now felt like she was unwanted in her own home. Her warm, welcoming house now felt cold and sinister; she was the intruder. Her gardens; always lush and beautiful; withered and died. The rooms of the house were always cold, even on a hot summer day. The sun often tried to peek through the ever thickening layer of clouds only to be thwarted time and again. The young boy from town who delivered her supplies left them at her door and took to heel as if the very devil was chasing him. Always a loner by choice; she now became shunned even more by the small town. As each day worsened; she knew she was well and truly on her own and her fears escalated.
She had no one; she had nothing. The cloud of doom had seen to that quite effectively. In a period of weeks she was isolated, a virtual prisoner in her own home. The cloud became denser; seemingly to come and go at will. Objects became blurred or distorted in the wavering mist and her mind began to slowly unravel. The creature comforts were secondary now; her main goal was survival from a force she had no power to fight. The days and nights seemed to blend into one; there was no respite from the continual sense of dread that loomed over her.
Until tonight - tonight was different and she had felt it from the moment the sun had sunk over the horizon. Darkness had come quickly; the house had seemingly been enveloped in one fell swoop. It was if the giant cloud had finally completely swept up the little cottage permeating every fiber of its being. She had wandered the rooms trying to understand the change but to all outward appearances it looked the same. No it wasn’t the rooms and the furnishings; it was the atmosphere. There was an air of malice, a malevolence that filled her with dread and fear. The evil, malignant stranger had finally captured her home.
Hurriedly she had stoked the fire in a futile hope that she could purge the invader in her home. Pulling her chair close to the fire she took up her knitting. Her hands trembled but eventually the constant repetition of knit and purl seemed to sooth her tension. The crackle of the fire and the steady beat of the rain were comforting and she began to relax. Her eyes grew heavy and the knitting dropped heedlessly into her lap as she drifted off to sleep. It was the wind that woke her with its eerie whistling sound as it moved through the trees. She yawned; it was late and her bed called to her.
It was at that moment she felt the evil return. One moment all was peaceful for the first time in months; the next moment her heart was pounding wildly. The room seemed darker and she stood quickly and banked the fire. Almost in a panic now she hurried to her bedroom and undressed. The heat of the fire hadn’t reached here and she shivered in a mixture of cold and fear. Whatever force that inhabited the house was doubly strong here and she looked around the room in dismay. She saw the mist as it rose and swirled around her legs and tried to run but her body was frozen in place. The small mirror on the wall captured her horror as the vapor enclosed her body in an almost claustrophobic embrace and tossed her effortlessly upon her bed.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as once more horror fought a battle with disbelief. She felt the pressure of an unseen hand as it clamped over her mouth and nose and she fought wildly to breathe. Her hands and legs were wrapped in bands of steel as she was held spread eagle to the bed. Just as her lungs were about to burst; the pressure was removed and she gasped for breath; desperate for air. Her clothes were ripped from her and she sobbed in terror as the cold air hit her body. The vapor had no form, she could see through it but nevertheless she could feel it as it moved over her body. She cried out as she felt her breasts being squeezed by invisible hands.
She blinked rapidly - this had to be a nightmare. The walls of her bedroom seemed to pulsate before her eyes, taking on a life of their own. Familiar objects were now unrecognizable, each one transforming into a hideous caricature of itself. They fluttered in and out of her eyesight adding to the dreamlike quality of the room. Pieces of her life floated by; it was almost as if they took great pleasure in the carnal scene below them. Pictures off the wall, clothes out of her dresser drawers, hairbrush and comb; all battled for supremacy in the surrealistic atmosphere. She had no time to study their motives; no time to try and comprehend what was happening.
Her head tossed from side to side and she shrunk back as she felt the pressure of an invisible body as it covered hers. She tried to break free but the old bed, the bed where she had bore her children; held her captive. Whatever it was; it was earthy and raw and she moaned as she felt teeth clamp down on her breast. Her hips were held fast and she screamed as the being took form and reared back; only to drive itself deep inside her. Her body felt split; torn asunder and the pain threatened to overwhelm her as the entity sawed in and out of her. She had always lived a spiritual life; a life where she gave of herself and everyone took. Now as the beast pounded into her body she felt only pleasure and unbridled lust. For the first time she knew how it felt to be one with something; to meld into one giant mass of aching flesh. Tipping her head to the side she could see herself in the cracked mirror, legs wide as the giant member rammed itself in and out repeatedly. Her eyes were wide and she heard herself begging for release; for the blessed ecstasy to overtake her.
The old bed squeaked and groaned under the frenzied coupling and the room pulsed once more as the sounds echoed through its old walls. Outside the storm was at its peak; the perfect complement to her ever approaching climax. Her back arched as she accepted more of the pulsing, pounding rod and the blood roared in her ears. She was no longer an old woman; she was a wanton craving more. Age and time were irrelevant as her orgasm ripped through her body. The roar of the being above her only served to make her pleasure more intense as it swelled inside her. Around the bed the objects swirled madly as in a vortex, inching ever closer to the primal mating.
Her eyes flew open as the being’s seed flooded her body; liquid fire; indescribable pleasure and pain. The lantern crashed against the wall as she reached the pinnacle. Its oil ran down the wall; a perfect accompaniment to the fires that raged inside and she watched as the fire reached the bed. As the flames licked her body she felt exultation; a giddy euphoria and yes - a feeling of contentment and belonging. The heat consumed her; combustion was imminent. Like a moth to the flame and with a cry of pure joy she surrendered and moved into the light.

This story is a sequel to “Dora’s Double Dong” and was inspired by four different anonymous Public Comments that were posted on that story.
“Dora,” the handsome young section supervisor said on Friday morning. “This is Brittany Spires and she’ll be working here. Can you show her around a bit?”
Dora Krause was surprised at being given that assignment. Usually, a new female employee was escorted by one of the young men, giving him a chance to try to chat up the “new girl” and possibly make arrangements to meet for lunch or after work. When she saw Brittany, she knew why the task had fallen to her. The new employee was tall and skinny, with mousy brown hair and acne scars all over her cheeks and chin. She contrasted with Dora, who was equally homely in her own way, short and fat with a pasty white face and short, frizzy dark hair. Standing together, they looked like a chalky white boulder squatting next to a fence post.
“Hi, Brittany.” Dora greeted and extended her hand to the newcomer, who responded the same way. The supervisor, his unpleasant chore completed, left the two unattractive women in order to try to locate someone who was better looking, and who might be amenable to some fun that weekend.
“Handsome, isn’t he?” Dora commented, nodding at the rapidly retreating man.
“Yeah, but not as handsome as he thinks he is,” Brittany responded, frowning at the man’s back.
Dora took an immediate liking to her new charge. “Brittany is a pretty long name. How about Britt, for short?”
“Fine with me. I don’t like my name very much anyhow. It sounds too much like the name of a pop star that I’m sure you’ve heard of.”
Dora had, of course, although she was also far from being a fan. While showing Britt around, she made no mention of the longer form of the name, or of anybody who shared it or one that was similar.
They ate lunch together, partly because they had developed a liking for each other, even in the short time they had been together, and partly because nobody wanted much to do with either of them. As they chatted, they learned that, besides being unattractive in a world that doted on beauty, they had many other things in common. Of course, that homeliness had been largely responsible for many of the things, both positive and negative, that had or had not happened to them.
Neither woman had ever had a boyfriend, of course. Britt didn’t seem to have felt the lack very much. Dora, who realized her lesbianism long ago, hadn’t felt it at all, although she had never had a girl friend either. Not wanting to chase away one of the few pals she had ever found, Dora didn’t mention her sexual preferences, and Britt didn’t seem very interested anyhow.
In fact, Dora was so eager to encourage the budding friendship that she surprised herself by inviting the other woman to dinner in her apartment. “Just pot luck,” she cautioned Britt. “I’m not much for cooking, and I eat a lot of leftover takeout junk.”
“Good enough for me, and thanks. I don’t even have any leftovers at my place.”
That evening, as Dora was warming up stuff in the microwave and otherwise being busy in the kitchen, Britt wandered into the living room that was dominated by the big screen television. Directly across from the TV was the sofa where Dora spent most of her time when she wasn’t at work or sleeping. When Britt returned, she had a garishly colored object in her hand, which she showed to her hostess.
“These are some really hot girls!”
Dora had forgotten about the videotape sleeve that she had left on top of the VCR. It showed three beautiful young women, all of different races, all performing lesbian sex acts on each other. She had left the tape in the VCR, intending to watch it that evening, while pleasuring herself with her favorite double-dong, and she had forgotten about the sleeve.
“Yes, aren’t they?” was all she could say, while wondering what Britt’s interest was. She quickly found out.
“Can I watch this with you? I’ve never seen this one, and it looks pretty good.”
“Sure.” Dora had the sudden thought that the evening ahead might present something she had never experienced. Although she had spent many hours by herself on the sofa, watching lesbian videotapes and masturbating, Dora had never had any kind of sexual contact with any other person.
After eating, the two women removed their shoes and socks and went to the living room, where Dora sat on the sofa, remote control in her hand. The spot she chose was near the right end, and the hostess was very pleased when her guest chose to sit less than a foot away. She turned on the television and VCR and the tape started. After the usual test patterns and warning from the FBI, two young women appeared on the screen, one a beautiful blonde with creamy white skin and the other, an equally comely African-American with black hair and a smooth milk-chocolate complexion.
Although the videotape was of excellent quality in terms of cast, lighting and camera work, no effort had been put into plot or characterizations and the dialogue consisted mostly of sounds of pleasure and of urging the provider of that pleasure to continue. Less than a minute after the tape started, the black woman had pulled down her friend’s tank top and her hands were fondling a pair of luscious breasts. Seconds later came a close-up of a pink tongue alternating between caressing two lighter pink nipples.
The videotape was Dora’s favorite and she usually copied the action on the screen by fondling and rubbing herself. With company in the apartment, she was reluctant to do so until she glanced sideways at Britt. Her new friend’s shirt was partially unbuttoned and her left hand was positioned as if it was about to enter the opening to touch a breast. Dora decided to take a chance and rested her left hand on the thigh nearest to her.
She was rewarded by a smile, and Britt spread her legs more, offering the hand more freedom to range. The offer was accepted and Dora began lightly caressing the firm flesh, each stroke moving closer to the other woman’s crotch. On the screen, the blonde had been divested of her tank top and the black woman was in the process of removing her co-star’s designer jeans. Usually, Dora would have been fascinated by the sight of the beautiful body being exposed on the screen, but on that occasion, she was more interested in what seemed to be starting to happen on her own sofa.
Britt moved closer and Dora felt an arm sliding between her back and the sofa, and leaned forward to allow easier access. Dora also turned her body so her right hand replaced its mate on the available leg, and her left arm eased itself around her friend’s lower back. As her hand moved in the direction of Britt’s crotch, she glanced at her friend’s chest and noticed that all the shirt buttons were undone. It quickly became apparent that it was no accident, when Britt carefully took Dora’s hand and placed it on one of her breasts. There was no bra in the way, and none was really needed. The breast in Dora’s hand was small, but with a very hard nipple, and she closed her hand gently over it. It was the first breast, besides her own, that she had ever touched.
Britt leaned forward and pulled Dora up to her until their faces met. They kissed, for a long time, but both women kept their mouths closed, just grinding their lips together. When they separated, Dora looked up at her friend, who was obviously soon to be her lover.
“Britt, that was wonderful.” The two women kissed again, even longer, and this time their tongues were just as active as their lips, while their hands were busy on each other’s clothing.
On the screen, the African American was eagerly eating the pussy of the blonde, her tongue caressing the perfect hairless labia and clit of her co-star. The two live women on the sofa didn’t care about that. They were too busy exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. Britt’s shirt had been removed and both of Dora’s hands were gently squeezing the breasts that had been uncovered. From watching videotapes, she felt she should soon start licking and sucking them, but just fondling them was too much fun for her to want to stop.
She had to, though, because Britt’s hands were insistently pulling up on the hem of the baggy sweater Dora was wearing. Her guest obviously wanted to take it off her, so she raised her arms to facilitate the removal. Although Dora felt embarrassed by the rolls of belly fat that had just been exposed, Britt seemed not to notice, and just tossed the garment onto the arm of the sofa.
“Turn around, Dorrie. Let me get your bra unhooked.”
Dora was glad to do what Britt asked, first because it wasn’t really very comfortable, but mainly so good things could happen to her breasts. The bra joined the sweater on the arm of the sofa as Dora turned back to face the other woman. Britt leaned forward and took one of the just-exposed breasts in either hand.
“Your boobies are so big and beautiful, I just love them. Mine are like two fried eggs.” Britt proved she wasn’t just being a flatterer by starting to lick the nipples that were being presented to her.
Shouts of pleasure came from the screen as the blonde climaxed, or pretended to, but only murmurs of joy came from Dora. She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and Britt followed, her hands holding the breasts she had admired so much, while her tongue alternated between their nipples, which quickly grew rigid. The touch of the taller woman’s mouth sent thrills, such as she had never experienced, radiating through Dora’s body. Britt feasted on her big fat breasts, the tiny, hard ridges of the nipples giving her as much pleasure as she was giving to Dora.
“Oh, Britt, that feels so wonderful.” Britt raised her head and smiled briefly, before lowering her head and giving even more pleasure to both women.
She drew one of the luscious breasts into her mouth and sucked on it, while her tongue continued to caress the areola and nipple. The new pleasure excited Dora so much, her body squirmed on the sofa, and she could feel her panties getting wet with the juices flowing from her pussy. Britt switched her attentions to the other breast and sucked and licked it the same way, making Dora’s body move even more actively and eliciting moans of bliss.
The blonde in the videotape was doing the same to the African-American as had been done to her, but the two live women had become oblivious to the screen. Britt continued making love to her friend’s breasts, sucking and licking and bringing Dora to a high state of arousal. Her hands had been cupped under them, presenting them to her mouth, but Britt released her breasts and started to lick down her friend’s body. Her mouth started at the cleft between Dora’s succulent globes and meandered down over her belly, licking and kissing its way toward her ultimate goal.
At first, her hands and fingers caressed Dora’s rolls of fat, but after Britt had licked partway down, she put them to work removing the pants that were in her way. With the buckle unfastened and the fly unbuttoned and unzipped, she looked up while pulling down on the waist. Dora knew what was expected and eagerly raised her ass from the cushion so her pants could be pulled all the way down and off, and added to the pile on the sofa arm.
The African-American woman was in the throes of cumming but the two women in front of the screen didn’t notice. They were much too wrapped up in what they were doing to pay any attention. Dora was wearing only her panties and Britt, naked above the waist, knelt on the floor in front of her. The plain, white cotton undergarment was so wet in the crotch it was translucent, and Britt looked with lust at the thick, dark pubic hair that was visible through the thin fabric. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and Dora raised her ass again to let herself be divested of her last article of clothing.
Not quite knowing what to do next, Dora sat in the middle of the sofa cushion. “Slide forward, Honey,” Britt advised her. “Your pussy smells great and I’ve really got the hots for it.”
Dora was unaccustomed to terms of endearment like that, but very glad to hear it. Eagerly, she slid forward as requested, so her pussy was over the edge of the sofa, and rested her legs on Britt’s shoulder the way she had seen women do in her videotapes. The kneeling woman leaned forward and breathed deeply of the juices that were trickling out of Dora’s pussy, followed by leaning in even closer to lick them off.
“You’re really delicious, Honey. You taste even better than you smell.” Britt’s tongue began slowly caressing one swollen pussy lip.
Nothing but her own fingers or toys had ever touched Dora in such a private place, and the tongue that was slowly stroking her felt infinitely better than either of those ever had. She pushed herself forward, snuggling her pussy tightly against Britt’s face, wanting to get even more of the incredible pleasure that was washing, in huge waves, throughout her entire body.
“You really love this, don’t you,” Britt commented. “Well, that’s good, because I love doing it.” She pressed her face back into Dora’s pussy, and her tongue and lips resumed doing what both women loved.
After licking to the end of Dora’s inner pussy lip, Brit returned her mouth to where she had started, sluiced up the fresh juices with her tongue and started licking the other pussy lips. The pleasure that flooded Dora’s body from where Britt’s wonderful tongue was meandering was better than anything she had ever felt, many times better than what her own fingers had done in the past. The best part was that it kept getting better and better as the level of her pleasure mounted. Reflexively, she started fucking her pussy up against the mouth that was doing for her what nobody had ever done before.
“I love your pussy; it’s so hot and wet. And your clit looks so juicy.” Britt proved the attractiveness of that little morsel by taking it into her mouth to suck and lick.
Nothing in Dora’s life could compare to the tremendous burst of ecstasy that inundated her entire body. Nothing, that is except the succeeding bursts, each more powerful than the one before, as Britt’s mouth did things to her that Dora would not have believed possible.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she whimpered. “Oh! Oh! OH!” Dora cried out joyously.
That morning, she had set up her VCR, expecting to come home and watch the high-quality lesbian videotape, using dildos on her own ass and pussy, until she experienced a pleasant orgasm. Dora had not expected anything remotely like what Britt’s talented mouth was bringing about. As she started cumming, her heavy thighs squeezed the head of the woman kneeling before her while her fingers twined in the brown hair, squashing her pussy against Britt’s face.
The head between her legs was a prisoner as Dora thrashed on the sofa, rocking from side to side and back and forth. For the most incredibly pleasurable two minutes of her life, she continued cumming until, with an incoherent cry of triumph, she climaxed. After her orgasm, she completely relaxed, leaving her legs draped over Britt’s shoulders while her arms flopped to her sides. Ripples of pleasure still coursed through her body from the tongue that licked up all the juices from her thighs, crotch and pussy lips.
When she was through with her feast, Britt backed away from under Dora’s legs. “You really came big-time, Honey. Do you always cum like that?”
“No. I mean, I’ve never cum like that.” After a few seconds of silence, Dora asked “Can I do the same for you now?”
“Sure. I’d be pissed off if you didn’t. I need it now as much as you did. I think you need to catch your breath though.” She started to unbuckle her wide leather belt but stopped. “Do you want me to take off my pants or would you rather do it?”
“I think I’d rather do it.”
“Me too. I mean, I’d rather have you do it. It’s more fun that way.” She sat next to the naked Dora, who cuddled up against her, still catching her breath.
The Asian American woman had put in her appearance and the screen showed a close-up of her clever tongue licking the blonde’s pussy. Previously, that had been one of Dora’s favorite scenes but she just looked at it without paying any attention. Her mind was on a real pussy, the one that she would be licking momentarily, and she hoped to do as well as Britt had with hers.
In a few minutes, she was ready and Dora got to her feet and knelt in front of Britt, who spread her legs to accommodate her new friend. She unbuckled the belt, clumsily because she was unaccustomed to doing it for somebody else, and followed that by undoing the button at the waist and unzipping the fly. Leaning forward and putting her fingers inside the waistband, she started to pull the blue jeans down. Britt raised her ass off the sofa and Dora pulled them down, and slid each pant leg down to the floor. After Britt lifted her feet, the pants were tossed aside.
The only garment still to be removed was the pink cotton panties that Britt wore, and Dora slid her fingers under the elastic waistband. They were just as wet in front as her own had been and the aroma was the most wonderful thing she had ever smelled. As she started to pull on them, Britt rose up from the sofa again and moved forward so her pussy was on the edge of the cushion, just inches from Dora’s face. After peeling the wet panties down her friend’s rather hairy legs, she leaned back to let those legs rest on her shoulders, and leaned forward to gaze at the pussy she would be eating.
Over the years, Dora had seen many women on many videotapes, and every one of them had displayed a pussy that was cosmetically perfect, with pubic hair that had been either cleverly trimmed or completely removed. However, none of those was as beautiful to her as the one Britt was presenting, nor could she imagine any of them smelling nearly as wonderful. The pussy being offered to her was wet and covered with a thick bush of brown hair but Dora could see the red, swollen lips peeking through. She reached her arms around Britt’s skinny thighs, spread the lips with her fingers, and gazed, enraptured into the pink hole that she knew to be the source of the juices with the delightful aroma. Tentatively, Dora reached out her tongue to see if they could possibly taste even a tenth as good as they smelled.
She was amazed! The juices that were still trickling from Britt’s pussy were ambrosia, maybe the most delicious thing Dora had ever tasted. Greedily, she licked all the nectar from the thighs, crotch and lips. By the time she was done, and had drawn back to lick her lips to be sure she had missed none of them, Britt was cooing in pleasure and squirming in front of Dora’s face. The taste and the added movements made the pussy n front of her even more lovely and Dora gazed at it, enraptured.
“Honey, that feels wonderful. I love what you’re doing, but don’t stop.”
Dora had no intention of stopping but was a bit unsure of what to do next. She remembered what the Asian woman had done with the blonde’s pussy, and imitated her as well as she could, extending her tongue and stroking through the pubic hair. Britt’s cooing became louder and her movements became more pronounced, both of which were gratifying to Dora because she was obviously doing it right, and giving pleasure to her partner, while receiving pleasure from her.
Everything about it was good to Dora, the sight and the smell and the taste of Britt’s pussy and the encouraging sounds she was hearing. Best of all was the way it felt, so soft and spongy to her tongue, and the way Britt was starting to fuck upward into her face. It felt so good to her that she moved her face closer to where she was licking, and let her tongue find its own way, rather than looking to see what she was doing. Until then, Dora had never realized just how sensitive her tongue was as an organ of touch. An added benefit was that the delightful aroma was even better when she was that close.

In our first adventure Kerry and I opened ourselves up to a path of exploration in hedonism and pleasure. Over the next year or so we indulged our fantasies and partook in some wild and exciting moments.
We got together with Fred and Torrie once a month or so. We started going to a swingers’ club and it was at this point that we found there was divergence in our interests. While Kerry maintained her extracurricular activities be limited to satisfying her bi-curiosity, she was adamant that beyond some heavy petting and even the occasional bout of fellatio for me, there was to be no intercourse with other partners. Torrie and Fred had lived up to the stipulations with us, but from the moment we went to the swingers clubs it became apparent that they wanted to broaden their horizons.
Often we would go and end up at the end of the night in a foursome petting zoo followed by all out raw sex for the pleasure of the girls and viewing pleasure of the guys. Followed by pairing off to our original couplings to fuck our proverbial brains out.
A typical night would have us back in one of our living rooms with some soft sexy music on. All dancing together, changing partners, group hugging followed by Kerry and Torrie splitting off to experience Sapphic love. Once afterwards I was on top of Kerry fucking her like no tomorrow and Torrie crawled over and started licking Kerry’s clit and my cock at the same time in what was an incredibly erotic moment of extreme simulation. The friction of my rapid movements and the electric buzzes of Torrie’s tongue licks put Kerry and I into an orgasmic fireworks of shared orgasmic delight.
But as I was saying at the club our paths were moving in different directions. Increasingly Fred and Torrie were moving towards other couples, more established and experienced in the lifestyle. They started going by themselves. Later we noticed other couples were giving them knowing winks and intimate hugs and kisses that belied liaisons of a sexual nature.
Seeing our discomfort Torrie phoned us one night to explain that Fred and her had talked and decided they wanted to go up a level so to speak. They were willing to share themselves, as she put it, “completely” with other couples. Finally she admitted that yes, they had gone home sometimes with other couples and on two occasions had split off and engaged in fucking other people. Hardcore, full swings were something Kerry and I didn’t want to do, but I couldn’t help myself. Seeds of jealousy and a territorial feeling enveloped me. The jealousy was for Fred getting to do what I secretly realized I wanted to experience and to be shed of Kerry’s limitations. The territorial feeling was more dangerous for I realized that in my mind, I was becoming quite attached to Torrie. Her touch, her smiles, her gazes would energize me. I was obviously having a crush on her.
Torrie asked if it changed things between us, but Kerry and I said no. But I knew it was a lie. For Kerry she didn’t want to explore further and I think deep down she could see my attachment was growing. Yet she didn’t say anything. The next couple of trips to the club we didn’t end up going home with Torrie and Fred.
One night several months later we were invited over to Joe and Samantha’s, two long time friends of ours. Sitting around, drinking wine, the conversation was getting more and more risqué. Joe suggested we play truth and dare. After a few timid rounds, Samantha asked Kerry if she had ever been with a woman. When Kerry said yes I thought Joe was going to faint. Samantha pressed for details and Kerry shared the story of our experiences with Fred and Torrie. You could see Samantha was getting quite turned on. Seeing this could develop I tapped Joe on the arm and motioned him into the kitchen.
Once there, Joe was perplexed. “Why did you do that, Jack?”
“Because let Kerry take over. Now shhhhhhhh!”
Sure enough there wasn’t any other conversation taking place back in the living room. But there was rustling of bodies moving and mutual moans of satisfaction. Motioning Joe to go slowly we tiptoed back around the corner and there was my wife, now down to panties only, hoisting Sam’s legs in the air as she slowly lifted her panties down and off past her ankles. Kerry then dove into the other girl’s crotch and starting lapping at her pussy. Sam started cumming almost immediately. Once her shudders had passed she turned to Kerry and asked if she could go down on her. Kerry just moved back to the other corner of the couch and spread her legs and Sam then leaned in, ass high in the air and took her first taste. ”
She looked back at Joe and said, “Joe, it’s always been my fantasy to be fucked while I’m eating a woman.”
Joe didn’t need to be told twice and in no time he had shed his clothes and was entering his wife from behind.
Kerry was quite turned on at the sight and looked over at me and said, “Jack let me suck your cock.”
It wasn’t long before Joe was coming inside his wife. Kerry then orgasmed from Sam’s ministrations. I then moved around and replaced Sam’s tongue with my cock and I exploded moments later.
We all sat around basking in the orgasmic glow of sexual bliss. Joe asked us if we would like to join them on a weekend getaway the following week. I looked at Kerry and she nodded yes so we agreed to join them.
For us it was a liberation from our recent sense of, well betrayal is too strong a word, but abandonment would be a good description, that we were feeling with Fred and Torrie.
And as we left Joe and Sam’s the anticipation engine revved up with Joe’s whispers to me that he and Sam had other fantasies they wanted to experience.
To be continued…

Luke what happened?? I know we haven’t talked in sometime but I did think about you and what we did. We haven’t talked in sometime, actually since our last meeting, one that I remember very well.
We met in a LGBT site that we both belonged to and traded e-mails and “winks” till I finally got up the nerve to ask if you wanted to get together sometime. You replied sure and we traded more details of ourselves. My profile was left kind of blank, I did that to get more responses I told myself; I didn’t really know what to say or how to say it is more of the truth.
My first experiences with sex were with my best friend, they started off innocent enough, just sharing hand jobs, then moved on to oral and finally with him fucking me. Wow, did I ever enjoy that, you would have never convinced me that I would find getting fucked that enjoyable, but I did and once my friend and I had broken through that barrier I wanted it all the time. We were much younger around 18 and spent lots of time together, paling around. Once we had tried anal sex I was hooked, every time we got together I ended up on my knees either sucking him of he would fuck me. Hell I gave him road head several times and he fucked me in every place imaginable, barns, haymows, pools, my bed, his bed, the shower, and my favorite when we would go camping.
Camping, hell, it would start off innocent enough, actually camping, fishing and just hanging out together, but by that first afternoon when the sun got high and the fish didn’t bite we decided to go swimming and then skinny dipping, finally arriving at my first blow job of the trip or him pounding me on a sand bar. The rest of the “camping trip” turned into an orgy with only two people, if that is possible. We always found interesting places for me to either suck him dry or he would fuck me senseless. All day long we would be naked and enjoying whatever “popped” up.
I think he actually enjoyed fucking me, he never brought it on, I always did, he never tried to back out, he never gave me oral in return, just a hand job, sure he would be bashful at first but once I had my hand around his wonderful cock, he would stiffen and I knew he wanted it as much as I did. It would begin with me sucking him good and hard then I would find myself on my knees and he would approach me with that club leading the way. Of course I would always say “take it easy, go slow, easy guy” but once I got used to him again I would find myself backing up to take that meaty cock as deep as he would plunge it into me.
We used whatever we had for lube, spit at first then moved on to Crisco, if you can believe that, then finally finding Vaseline. That was the good stuff, get his cock good and slimy then I had to lube my own ass up, he wouldn’t, but it didn’t take him long to impale me on that cock once I was done. He would fuck me for what seemed like forever, always cumming deep in my, by then, loose ass. In time I actually loved the feeling of his cum leaking out of me, although the first time it scared the shit out of me.
We were lovers, but didn’t know it, for almost 4 years, long time huh? But we eventually went our separate ways, and found girls. I always remember those days, a good friend, great fuck buddy, easy times and great sex. We didn’t even know what safe sex was; actually I didn’t care as long as I got to feel his cock, either sucking him or riding him.
He went on to get married, had kids and never thought more about it, but I did. I moved out and found 900 sex lines. I met a couple guys that way.
The first lived about an hour from me and we talked on the phone several times before we talked about meeting. I was at least 4 years past my friend and thought ready to move on to more man sex. It took some convincing but he agreed to drive here, but only if I met him at the door naked and gave him head once he stepped inside. Little did I know about safety then, but my sex drive got in the way.
He arrived on time and I quickly stripped and met him at the door. I opened the door a little and asked who it was and he gave the right reply. I let him in and he complimented me on my body and hard cock, and then he walked into the kitchen. I wasn’t far behind and was kind of taken back when he quickly dropped his jeans and undid the snap on his briefs, letting his growing cock hang free. He just pointed to his cock and I fell to my knees and sucked him deep into my mouth, like a calf to its mother’s tit, I had a cock to suck again and loved it!!
We moved to the living room and made small talk, I didn’t know where to go from there but he quickly took charge and soon we were sitting there naked next to each other, holding each others cocks, just enjoying the moment. He moved around and we were sucking each other and I came first, hard and deep in his mouth. I shuddered as the climax subsided and tried in vain to continue my assault on him, but quickly lost interest. He didn’t know what to think and I did freak out a little, he was a small guy and I wasn’t. Once we calmed down, he realized how long it had been for me and took pity, telling me it would have been worse if he had fucked me. I halfheartedly agreed and we parted ways, but deep down I knew I needed fucked.
Another guy from the 900 service was closer to me in both age and distance. I still remember the first time we met face to face. I have to admit he wasn’t the prettiest guy, but east to talk to and soon we were on our way to more interesting things. That first meeting we would up in the bedroom with him humping me doggy style. I remember watching him fucking me in the wall mirror, and was amazed watching his cock emerge then disappear back into my tight ass. We fucked several times, every time better and more enjoyable for me. I know he loved fucking me as much as I enjoyed being fucked.
We talked and he told me he was living with a guy, I immediately thought of a three with me the pivot and asked him about it. He called his friend while I was sucking him and asked about it, his friend immediately wanted to talk to me. I picked up the phone and he yelled and bitched me out, saying I was trying to take his guy. I had to talk fast and explain that wasn’t the case and I was only interested in sex. He finally calmed down and declined the offer for a three, much to my relief at the time. I was with him only one more time, but was it great! We fucked a rainy afternoon away with him shooting three loads into me, but he never said anything about his boyfriend the entire time, but I knew that it was over with him.
Along came the computer age and I found a new interesting way to meet guys seeking the same thing as me. It was easier and faster, plus a great deal cheaper then the 900 numbers. The first couple of guys I met only wanted head and I mostly supplied them. I lost track of the head jobs and facials I got in the pursuit of satisfaction. I kept looking and finally found someone interested in more then oral and we got together often. He was a nice guy, a little older but very well versed in the art of anal sex. He was the first guy to make me cum from just fucking me, and I loved that!! He also set up my first MMM three-way and he kind of tricked me into it.
I was at his place, we were drinking beer and watching some hot gay porn, when he stood up and pulled his cock out. I didn’t need an interpreter and quickly guided his meat into my wanting mouth, sucking him deep. I was occupied as you can imagine and didn’t hear the door open, by the time I knew something was up, a friend of his was stripping and showing me the biggest cock I had seen. I backed off the cock I was sucking and took my new friend, with the nine-inch cock, into my mouth. I couldn’t take much but did the best I could.
I moved to my feet and continued my assault on him. The other guy moved behind me and began to fuck me gently, then faster and harder, I knew he would cum quick and he did, shooting on my back. I sadly released the cock I was sucking and hoped for the best. I was quickly rewarded when he took my friends place at my ass and eased his meat into me. I thought I would split, he was so big, but he was gentle and took his time. Finally he was deep in me and I began to thrust back, just like old times, trying to get all that meat into me. He fucked me for 15 minutes then my friend walked to my face and I sucked him again. The nine-inch cock was pounding me and I was sucking like a man dying of thirst, with perfect timing both came within seconds and within me.
I swallowed and stood up gingerly; my ass was sore but satisfied. My two friends felt to their knees and with little effort I shot a huge load all over them both. Sadly that was the last time we shared a hot encounter together. I was with the first guy several more times but we could never set up another three-way.
I moved on, still in search o