“I don’t know, Stacy,” I said. “I’m not sure I’m ready to get ‘wild and crazy’ just yet. I’ve been separated from Bob for just three months.”
“Yeah, and how much sex have you had in three months? Zero. Zip. Nada. Sugar, you need somebody to play hide the sausage with. And that man right over there has got just the kielbasa you need.”
I looked across the carnival midway toward the Tunnel of Love. There was no question the ride operator was hot: tall, lean, his tight black T-shirt revealing six-pack abs and a cage fighter’s arms and chest. Looking at him gave me a tingle in my happy place.
“Go over there and tell him you want the midnight special. Then just go with the flow.”
“I don’t know. It seems so slutty to come right out and tell a stranger you want to—”
“Goddamn it, Vicki, slutty girls get the best sex. Why did we get our tramp stamps? And our clits pierced? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. In two days this carnival will be loaded on trucks going God-knows-where. You’ll never see the guy again. And I guarantee you the midnight special is a ride you don’t want to miss.”
My BFF Stacy had been trying to get me to go on the Tunnel of Love ride for a week, ever since she did it herself. She raved about how much fun she had but wouldn’t give me any details, saying coyly that it had to be the midnight special. But I knew it involved sex. Ninety percent of Stacy’s existence involves sex. And while she wouldn’t share any details of what to expect, she teasingly made it sound interesting.
Seeing the hot ride jockey made it more than interesting. Besides, one of my resolutions after getting rid of my tight-ass husband was to cut loose and shed some inhibitions. Maybe I should get a little wild and crazy.
I took a long look at the ride operator again. Stacy must have sensed my resistance wavering. She grabbed my arm and started hustling me across the midway toward the ride. As we got close, the ride operator looked up from loading a couple of giggling teenagers into a two-seat swan boat. He smiled when he saw Stacy. “Hey, girl,” he said, “back for another midnight special?” He turned toward me and his smile brightened. I felt my pussy moisten.
“No,” Stacy said, “but my friend Vicki wants to try it. I promised her she’d have a great time. Vicki, this is Jack. Jack, Vicki.”
Jack gave me a smoldering once-over. “Oh, I can guarantee she’ll have a great time,” he said. “Trust me.”
For some reason, I did. And after seeing Mr. Hottie up close, I decided that riding a floating swan through a dark tunnel with the man wouldn’t be a bad idea. Besides, I reckoned, how much trouble could a girl get into on a 15-minute water ride?
Jack’s seductive smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Be here at midnight, Vicki. When all the rides shut down. I’m sure you’ll enjoy a special trip through the Tunnel of Love.” The look he was giving me said he would enjoy it too.
I’d dressed to look hot, and from Jack’s ogling appraisal of my outfit, I was guessing that I had succeeded. I was wearing a hip–hugging pair of Daisy Dukes, cut so close to the crotch, my panties would be showing if I had any panties on. My hip-hugging shorts were low enough to show off my butterfly tramp stamp, and my tank top was cropped high enough to show plenty of midriff.
I accented all that bare skin with a sexy belly-button dangle of a little devil with a pitchfork. My tank top was thin enough and tight enough to show off my nipples, which under hottie Jack’s lustful gaze had turned into rock-hard pebbles.
It was just 11:30, and Jack was loading an older couple onto a boat. Stacy and I took a walk up the midway to kill time and take the edge off my nerves. At five till midnight we were back at the Tunnel of Love, watching Jack tie all the swan boats in a line behind the boarding area. He left one boat untied at the front of the line. When he finished tying up the boats, he turned toward Stacy and me. “Ready, Vicki?” he asked.
I hesitated a second, and Stacy gave me a little push. “Go for it, girl! Have a good time. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”
Jack helped me into the boat, and I slid over, making room for him. He sat down beside me and flipped a lever. The boat started moving. The swan pushed its way through the swinging doors of the tunnel entrance and Jack put an arm around me.
“Nervous?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Don’t be. We can stop the ride anytime you want.” He pulled me closer.
“I’ll be okay.”
The swinging doors at the entrance slammed closed behind us, and we were suddenly swallowed up in pitch-black darkness.
“This isn’t like a haunted house, is it?” I said. “Where monsters jump out and scare you?”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “If anything jumps out at us, I’ll protect you.”
A music track was playing Donna Summer’s “Love To Love Ya, Baby.” I felt the swan boat gently rocking and occasionally bumping the sides of the tunnel wall. The sensation of being in absolute blackness was a bit disconcerting, but having Jack sitting beside me made me feel safe.
He reached over and touched my chin in the darkness and turned my face toward his. He leaned down and kissed me, and a warm tingle spread through my pussy. Even though it was pitch black, I closed my eyes as I returned the kiss. As our tongues tangoed with each other, exploring, I decided this adventure wouldn’t be so bad after all.
While we continued to kiss, Jack palmed my breast, then slid his hand under my tank top and squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. I reached over and began to caress the muscles under his T-shirt. Our kissing and fondling lasted for several minutes, and then the boat bumped into a wall and turned a corner.
I opened my eyes and saw a small scene built into a side wall, dimly lit by blue light. It was an undersea grotto filled with conch shells and starfish. As we passed the scene, Jack lifted my top up over my breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder. Jolts of electricity shot directly to my pussy. We had been on the ride just a few minutes and my crotch was already soaked. Three months had been way too long to go without sex.
We sailed past the grotto and back into total darkness. Jack reached over and unsnapped the fly of my cutoffs. He slipped his hand inside, and his fingers searched for my honeypot. Since I was sans panties, he quickly discovered my clit ring. He diddled it back and forth for a moment. “This is so sexy,” he said. “Does it help keep you aroused?”
“It does when someone plays with it,” I said. “Like you’re doing now.”
His fingers slid past my clit and into the wet folds of my pussy. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my breasts against his lips, hunching my pussy against his hand. I reached over and palmed his cock through his jeans. I gave it a squeeze, then unsnapped his fly. In a moment his cock was out, hard, erect, ready. Stacy had been right about the size of his cock. It was easily the biggest I had ever gotten up close and personal with.
We continued kissing and fondling each other through long stretches of total darkness occasionally interrupted by dimly lit undersea scenes built into the walls of the ride. I thought by now we would be back at the entrance, but apparently the maze of waterways had alternate routes.
I was gripping Jack’s cock in my hand when he pulled back from kissing me. “Suck me,” he whispered. “Suck my cock.”
Gladly, I thought, leaning over to take him in my mouth. He was so big, I could only get the head in my mouth, but I used my tongue and lips to lave up and down the sides of the shaft. After several minutes of my sucking and licking his cock, he pulled me upright.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. “I want you naked.” Sounds good to me, I thought, quickly stripping out of my top and shorts. I felt Jack taking off his jeans and shirt and I reached over to caress his muscular chest.
He slid a hand between my legs. “Your pussy is really wet. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I said, my pussy throbbing. “I want your cock now.” I swung my leg over to face him, straddling his waist, my knees on the padded seat. I reached for his big erection and lowered myself onto it, guiding it in my pussy. I began to ride him, rocking the swan boat in the shallow water as we continued coasting through the dark.
I had my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed up against his chest while I fucked him. Having his big cock deep inside me was heaven. I felt his hands clasping my back, sliding around to my waist, down to my bottom. Suddenly I squealed. Another hand was touching me!
“What the hell!” I shouted. Both of Jack’s hands were on my bottom, but I was feeling a warm palm on my back, feeling it slide down to my bottom and then caress me.
I tried to jerk my hips away from the touch, but being impaled on Jack’s big cock made it difficult to move. I started to lift myself and turn around, but Jack held me tight and silenced me with another kiss. Then he pulled back. “Don’t be frightened,” he said. “Just enjoy. It’s part of the experience.”
“Ohmygod,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m just not sure about this.” Now there were two strange hands touching me, reaching out from both sides of the dark tunnel to caress my naked back and waist and bottom.
“We can stop if you want.”
I felt Jack’s cock buried deep in my pussy, felt my nipples hard against his chest. The boat moved on, and as we coasted along in the dark, one pair of stroking, caressing hands was replaced by another.
“Do you want to stop?”
I leaned back, wishing I could see Jack’s face, wishing I could see whose hands were touching me. But I couldn’t see. I could only feel. And it felt damn good. Decadently, erotically good. “No, I don’t want to stop,” I whispered. I ground my pussy down hard over his cock, swirling my hips, urging him to fuck me.
The hands reaching out of the darkness were touching me everywhere, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, increasing the intense sexual sensations I was experiencing. The fact that I couldn’t see who was touching me somehow made it all the more exciting. The entire experience was more erotic than anything I’d done before, and I knew I would reach climax soon.
Just then the boat made a sharp turn and pushed its way through a swinging door into a tiny, dimly lit room. “This is our repair shop,” Jack said. “We bring the boats into this closed-off area to do maintenance and repairs.”
As the door swung shut behind our boat, I saw that the small room had a wall full of tools on pegboard hooks. A padded bench sat on the deck next to the waterway. I noticed that the bench was easily big enough to lie back on and get fucked, which I assumed was what Jack had in mind.
“Let’s get out of the boat for a minute,” he said. He lifted me by the waist, sliding my pussy up off his still-erect cock. I stood up, holding myself steady with one hand on his shoulder. As I stepped out of the boat, I saw him smiling at me.
I smiled back. “So is this the Tunnel of Love lair where you bring girls you want to fuck?”
“It is. And I think you should lie your smokin’-hot body down on the bench so we can finish what we started.”
“I’d love to. But first tell me who all those men were who were fondling me as we went past. It seemed like there must have been a dozen of them.”
“They’re just my carny buddies, helping to make sure you have a memorable experience. And there were only four or five of them. They can move around and change places. Did you like it?”
“It scared me at first, but then I did like it. It was very erotic, having all those men touching me while I was fucking you. It was exciting that I couldn’t see any of them, that I could only feel them.”
Jack pulled me into his arms. His long, hard shaft was angled up across my bare belly. He kissed me, holding my bottom in his hands. Then he pulled back. “If you liked what my buddies were doing, maybe you’d like to do something for them in return.”
I looked at him, wondering what he could possibly mean. I stammered a moment. “You … you … mean … let them come in here?”
“No, not exactly. But look over here.” Jack turned me toward the blank wall opposite the tools.
“Oh … my … God!” I said when I saw what he wanted to show me. A four-inch hole had been cut into the thin plywood partition just about pelvis-high. Sticking through the hole was an erect cock. It wasn’t as big as Jack’s, but it was big enough.
“Ohmygod,” I said again. “That’s a gl- … ”
“A glory hole,” Jack finished. “Ever try one?”
“Never,” I said, stepping toward the disembodied cock poking through the hole. “But I’ve wondered what it would be like. The idea of sucking a cock without ever seeing the man is really sexy-nasty.” I knelt down to get a closer look at the cock poking through the hole. It twitched a couple of times and then started to slowly come erect. Without even thinking about it, I reached out to hold it in my palm.
Jack had moved up close behind me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Go ahead and suck it. You’ll make some guy you’ll never see very happy.”
I took a deep breath. Was I really going to do this? I lifted the cock to my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked the head, tasting a drop of precome. I glanced over at Jack. He was grinning, but had a smoldering sexy look in his eyes. I took the cock in my mouth and began to give the stranger a wet, sloppy blowjob. In less than five minutes I had him ready to blast off. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue. Seconds later he began to ejaculate, squirting come all over my tongue and cheeks and chin.
Behind the thin partition I heard the man moaning. “Sounds like you made someone very happy,” Jack said.
“I think I did,” I said, grinning as the cock pulled out of the hole and disappeared. “That was really sexy. I had no idea it would be so erotic to do that.” I wiped the come off my face with a finger, then sucked it clean.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Jack said. “But you aren’t finished yet.”
I turned and looked back at the hole. Another cock was poking through. This one was shorter but thicker, with lots of gnarly veins around the shaft. I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide. While I sucked this stranger’s cock, Jack reached underneath my bottom and stroked my pussy, fucking me with two fingers, then three. I knew I would come soon, or the cock in my mouth would. Amazingly, we came at the same time.
I moaned, and my hips jerked in involuntary spasms. The cock began to squirt globs of come, which spiraled out and splattered over my face and neck and breasts.
As my orgasm faded I smiled at Jack. “My God, that was good,” I said. “I haven’t come that hard in a long, long time.”
“Hey, we’re just getting started, darlin’,” he said. “And I think we’ve got another visitor.”
I looked back at the glory hole. To my surprise, the cock poking through now was black. And big. I leaned forward to take it in my mouth, but Jack stopped me.
“Just a minute,” he said. He moved the bench so I could kneel on it while I sucked the cock in the glory hole. This put my bottom at just the right height for Jack to fuck me from behind. I moaned as he slid his big cock in me. Then I leaned forward to suck my third shaft of the night.
Just as the black man began to come, I felt Jack’s fingertip circling my anus, then slipping in my ass and sliding deep. I moaned, and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “You little come slut! I think you like that, my finger in your ass. Did you like that?
With my mouth full of ejaculating cock, I could only nod and mumble, “Um-hum.”
His cock still in my cunt, Jack kept his lips next to my ear. “How would you like to have a cock in your ass and your pussy at the same time? Have you ever had a DP?”
I shook my head.
“Would you like to, Vicki? Would you like to do a DP with two guys?”
I pulled my mouth away from the dick in the glory hole and turned my head to look over my shoulder at Jack. My pussy tingled with desire. “Yes,” I managed to whisper, “I want to do a DP. I want to have my pussy and ass fucked at the same time.”
Jack looked at me and grinned. “Sugar, your wish is my command.” He slid his cock out of my pussy and helped me sit up. The cock I’d been sucking disappeared from the glory hole. I was trembling in anticipation. I’d never had two lovers at once, and certainly not in a double penetration, but it was something I’d always had a secret desire to do.
I sat up on the bench to catch my breath, and Jack slipped around the wall full of tools and disappeared. I heard mumbled whispering, and then he was back, smiling broadly. He knelt down in front of the bench and reached to caress both my breasts. He tweaked my nipples and said, “Darlin’, you are about to get the fucking of a lifetime. Are you ready?”
I nodded, my pussy hungry with need. “I’m ready,” I whispered.
Jack had me stand while he lay down on the bench, then had me straddle his waist, facing him. He tilted his erection up toward my pussy. I lowered myself slowly down over his thick shaft, relishing every inch sliding in me.
When I was fully impaled by Jack’s cock, he grasped my shoulders and pulled me forward. With one hand he caressed my bottom, and with the other he pulled my head down toward his. We kissed long and hard. Then he pulled back. “Just relax and enjoy,” he said. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, “I will.”
A short, stocky man stepped around the corner of the tool-display wall and moved up behind me. He was wearing a torn T-shirt and nothing else. I started to turn my head to see his face, but Jack stopped me and pulled me down for another kiss. The other man moved up between my legs and gripped my hips. I felt his finger on my anus, spreading gooey lubricant over it.
Then his dick was nudging me. I tilted my bottom up to give him a better angle. He pressed against my asshole, then pressed again, harder. Suddenly the head of his cock slid in me, causing me to gasp.
“Ohhh-mygod!” I moaned, feeling his cock slide in me. After a while the intense feeling turned to pleasure. The man’s cock slid deeper, until I felt it next to Jack’s, separated only by the thin membrane of flesh. I moaned, feeling incredibly slutty and wanton.
“Do you like it, Vicki?” Jack asked. “I mean, being filled with two big dicks? Is it hot?”
“Ohmygod, yes! Yes, it’s hot! Nasty-hot!” I began to move my hips, encouraging the stranger to fuck me. He began to move, sliding his dick slowly in and out of my ass. Jack was fucking me too. The two men got into a rhythm that was setting me on fire.
“Yes!” I yelled. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Ohmygod, it feels so good!”
After endless minutes of sheer pleasure, both men were ready to climax. Their orgasms triggered my own. I was swept up in a wave of pure ecstasy. I screamed, my cries of pleasure drowning out Donna Summer. The men were groaning too. I felt the jerking spasms of their cocks filling my ass and pussy with come.
As our orgasms subsided, the cock in my ass softened and slid out. The man gave my ass a playful squeeze and made his exit. Amazingly, Jack was still hard in my pussy! I looked down at him. “My God, that was incredible,” I said. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that!”
He looked up at me with a sexy grin. “That doesn’t have to be your only orgasm, you know. There are several more guys who would love to help you discover just how multi-orgasmic you might be.”
I looked at Jack, wondering if I dared take him up on his suggestion. The tingling arousal in my pussy and ass seemed to say I should. I looked around. “You know there’s not much room in here. Your buddies would have to take turns.”
“Not a problem,” Jack said. “Not a problem at all.”
Taking turns wasn’t a problem, especially when we figured out that there was room for me to have a cock in my pussy, one in my ass and another in my mouth all at the same time. Between Jack and his five carny buddies, I took at least four or five come shots in every orifice. I also had at least half a dozen mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms of my own.
It was almost three in the morning when I collapsed on the bench, a happily sated, very well-fucked woman. I spread my legs wide to let each guy kiss my swollen pussy lips good-bye, then slipped on my top and shorts for the boat ride back to the entrance.
When we got there, Stacy was waiting, as she said she would be, but she was totally pissed. She didn’t say much as Jack walked us across the empty parking lot, but I could tell she was steaming. Jack gave me a quick kiss before I got in the car. “I hope we see you next year,” he said, smiling, as he gave my breasts a quick squeeze.
“Me too. It’s been … well … fucking amazing!”
Jack left, and I got in Stacy’s car. She was fuming. “What in the fuck took so long? I’ve been sitting on my ass waiting for almost three fucking hours! What the hell have you been doing?”
“I don’t know,” I said, somewhat taken aback. “I guess we were doing the same things you did on your ride. I didn’t know how long it was supposed to take. How long was your ride?”
“A half-hour tops. We went around the tunnel circuit a couple of times, and Jack pulled the boat into a little side waterway that was hidden. Then we got naked and fucked our brains out, and after, we came back to the entrance. What the fuck did you do?”
It was beginning to dawn on me that my Tunnel of Love ride had been very different from Stacy’s. “We did that too,” I said. “And you were right about Jack having a great cock. It was awesome.”
“But what the fuck took so long? I know Jack has stamina, but even he can’t fuck for three hours.”
“Well, we did have to pull into the boat-repair workshop. Something wrong with our boat, I guess.”
I tried to calm Stacy down, saying, “I’m glad you talked me into going on the ride, Stacy. After three months without sex I really needed that. Thank you. You’re a good friend.”
My gratitude, which was sincere, mollified Stacy a bit. She was calming down. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said. Finally she grinned. “Jack does have a magnificent dick, doesn’t he?”
“And he knows how to use it. I could ride that hunk of man meat for hours.
“You did, Vicki. You already did.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, Stacy. Really sorry.”
Not really, I thought, with a smile that Stacy couldn’t see. Oh no, not really sorry at all.
It was a 20-minute drive to my apartment. So I leaned the seat back and closed my eyes, and images of being fucked by six guys in various combinations floated through my brain. I sighed contentedly and reached in my back pocket, fingering the card that was there. It had the dates and locations of towns the carnival would be playing for the next six months. On the back Jack had written his cell number.
I hadn’t had a chance to really study the itinerary, but I had already noticed there were at least three locations within a hundred miles of our town. It would be an easy hour-and-a-half drive for a horny, come-hungry carny slut.
Like me.
Sophie was the one who had suggested Les Delices. She had never been there before, but it was supposed to be one of the top French restaurants in New York, especially renowned for its seafood and its dreamy celebrity chef Andr . Plus, Bella had worked as a waitress there when she first got to New York, so Sophie thought of it as friendly territory.
When she walked through the revolving door, it was like entering another time and place. Inside, everything was plush and wonderful. She could have stood and stared at the vast, sculptural flower arrangement alone for hours on end, especially since she was already a little toasted from the Shrunken Head.
Sophie couldn’t resist reaching out and tracing a finger along the edge of one of the huge, magenta orchids, just to see if it was real. It was. Through the flowers, she spotted Avishai sitting in one of the banquettes in the lounge, leaning back into the satin cushions and twirling a brandy snifter between his fingers.
He looked spectacular in his finely tailored suit, and Sophie saw a woman at the bar eye him longingly over her date’s shoulder. Sophie’s heart started beating faster and she felt pinpricks of sweat break out on her palms. She did not know why Avishai had such an effect on her. She had never felt this way when she was going to meet Josh.
She stood apart from him for some time, prolonging the moment before she approached. All around her, she enjoyed the little chimes of silver and crystal, the murmured French phrases, and all the other delicate sounds of the grand old restaurant. Later on she would remember how she had waited before approaching the table. It was as if she knew that her innocence was about to end.
He stood up when she came to him. Sophie avoided his eyes, because she was worried that if she looked directly into them she might trip while the waiter pushed in the chair for her. Only once she was settled did she look up. His dark, almond-shaped eyes bore into her.
“So glad you decided to join me,” he said.
Suddenly the posh lounge felt small and cramped. Again she had that sensation that she was some kind of scared little deer trapped in a cage with a lion. She laughed nervously and looked down at her napkin. Avishai spoke some French and someone brought Sophie a martini on a silver tray. The cocktail had a huge ball of ice with a rose frozen inside it. Sophie reached out and touched the ice ball, setting it spinning inside the cocktail.
“Sophie,” Avishai said. “Look at me.”
She picked up the cocktail and took a sip first. It tasted just like roses. She lifted her eyes to his. “I find it hard to look in your eyes,” she blurted out. She was surprised to find that her voice was trembling.
He smiled. “Why is that, Sophie?”
“And the way you keep saying my name,” she said, looking away from him again. She felt suddenly angry. “Everything you do, it’s just so. . .” She shook her head. “So suggestive.” She was going to say no to this man. She was going to stand up for herself and set some boundaries. “You’re my boss, Avishai. It’s not right.”
“So that’s why you came out here to have a cocktail with me,” he said, his voice amused. “So you could tell me no?”
She nodded, still staring at her lap. “That’s right, Avishai. I came to tell you no.”
But as she said the word “no,” she felt a terrible wave of disappointment spread through her. It was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes, and she didn’t know why. She didn’t know why she had come she didn’t know why she was saying no she didn’t know what she was doing at all. She felt like a little kid, and in that moment she wished desperately that Bella had answered her cell phone.
“Let me give you a piece of advice, Sophie. As one mathematician to another. Never give an answer until you understand the proposition.”
A waitress appeared with a tiered tray of appetizers. “With our compliments, Monsieur Cohen,” she said with a lilting accent.
Sophie looked up at her. The woman looked like she had stepped out of a French erotic film. She gestured to the tray. “On the lower tier we have Jonah crabmeat canap s with avocado and micro cilantro, and freshwater eel in aspic with sweet pea here we have a crudo of hamachi with watermelon, and asparagus flans and on the top, parmesan tuile with chive mousse and a mushroom quiche. Et ca fait enormement plaisir de vous revoir, Monsieur.” Sophie saw a knowing look pass between her and Avishai.
“Merci bien, Cecile,” he said.
The waitress withdrew, leaving them to their food. Sophie wondered how many women Avishai had slept with.
“Try the eel,” he said. “It’s delicious.”
Sophie brought the silver spoon to her lips. The jelly around the eel dissolved on her tongue, sending pleasure thrumming throughout her. Sophie hadn’t ever been to a restaurant this good, but it was hard to focus on the food because her whole body was responding so strongly to the physical presence of Avishai. She dared to look in his eyes again.
He was studying her. “As I said earlier, Regina Chase is not my type. But you’re my type, Sophie. Our little waitress over there was my type, a few years ago.” He gestured with the brandy snifter to Cecile, who was standing by the orchids, gazing at Avishai with a piquant expression. “Because I have a specialty, Sophie, and it’s not making money.”
He set down the cognac and leaned in towards her. “I deflower virtual virgins.”
Sophie gasped. “What did you say?”
“Virtual virgins. It’s a term I’ve coined for women who have never had an orgasm.” He shrugged. “It’s my specialty.”
Sophie squirmed under his unblinking gaze. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. “What makes you think I’ve never had a. . .I mean, I’ve had lots of. . .”
“When was the last time you came, Sophie?” His voice was quiet and almost clinical, but his eyes were laughing.
She could feel herself blushing furiously. “I don’t know. I mean. . .it’s none of your business.”
“Exactly,” he said. “Do you know what they say about getting off, Sophie? They say that if you’re not sure if you came or not, you didn’t.” He swirled the cognac and sniffed it. “Believe you me, you’ll fucking know it when it happens, baby.”
“I have had orgasms,” Sophie whispered fiercely. “And don’t call me baby.”
She twisted the thick napkin between her fingers. How dare he suggest she hadn’t come? She had been having sex for years. There had been that one time with Josh in the back of the car when they had sex for three hours straight. There had definitely been an orgasm, somewhere in there. To her surprise, Avishai rose from the table. She looked up at him. She had forgotten how tall he was.
“I’m going home now,” he said. “You’re welcome to come over to my apartment right now and be deflowered. But I think maybe you should have another round here, get yourself warmed up, imagine all the things I’m going to do to you.” He slid a thick, cream-colored business card across the table to her.
It said:
Avishai Cohen, Ph.D.
210 East 59th Street, Apt 2
yourfirstorgam gmail.com
She sat as if paralyzed as he bent over and grazed her left cheek with his lips. He moved his face to her hair and inhaled. She could feel the warmth of his face against her ear and neck, almost touching her but not quite. He whispered in her ear, “I can always tell a virtual virgin when I meet her. There’s a fragrance they give off.” He stood back up and tossed off the rest of the cognac, then smelled the empty glass.
Cecile rushed to his elbow. “Mais vous allez d j ?” she asked him, looking disappointed.
Sophie’s French was bad. She had taken a few years, but all she could remember was Je m’apelle Sophie. J’ai quatorze ans.
Avishai touched Cecile lightly on the forearm, “Oui, mais Mademoiselle va rester un peu.”
“Bien sur,” Cecile said. She turned her doe eyes on Sophie and smiled graciously. “Please stay with us as long as you like, Mademoiselle. May I bring you another cocktail? If I may suggest, perhaps, what is in the jar?” She gestured behind her to an illuminated tank on the front bar filled with figs and vodka.
God, how many cocktails had Sophie had already? She should have saved the straws.
Avishai said, “Yes, why don’t you bring her that, Cecile, and while she enjoys it, why don’t you tell her a little about how you and I know each other.” He withdrew a silver billfold from his suit and slid two hundreds on the table. “Tell her what a catch I am. Mademoiselle Steele is the kind of girl that checks references.”
Cecile giggled. “Bien sur, Monsieur.”
“I’ll see you later this evening, Sophie,” he told her. “Just come by. It doesn’t matter how late.”
She sat there in shock and watched as Avishai kissed the waitress on both cheeks, then left the restaurant.”
“No, leave it on!” I whispered, stopping my husband as he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. Ryan looked at me, curious at the insistence in my voice. Then he smiled. “Sure,” he said, turning away from the light and reaching for me.
I slid into his arms, positioning myself on top of him as we kissed. My legs were parted, resting on either side of his, and I felt his erection thick and inviting against my tummy. I also felt my pussy growing damp with anticipation. He slid his hands down my back beneath the top sheet and clasped my bottom, squeezing as his tongue slipped deeper in my mouth.
Then he broke the kiss and glanced in the direction of the open bedroom door. “Shouldn’t we close the door?” he whispered. “Ashley might”"”
“Ashley is sound asleep,” I answered. “Even if she’s awake, she can’t hear us. Her room is too far away.”
I wiggled upward until I felt the head of his cock grazing the entrance to my pussy. He grinned and lifted his pelvis, trying to enter me.
“Not yet, sugar,” I said, lifting my hips. “First I need a little midnight snack.” I raised up until I was on my knees, straddling his groin. Then I inched backward, pushing the sheet off our bodies as I went. By the time I could bend down and take his cock in my mouth, we were fully exposed.
I glanced quickly at the darkened doorway. I knew Ashley was there, watching from the shadows of the hallway. Just the thought of it had me throbbing with arousal, and I leaned forward, swallowing Ryan’s cock with the eagerness of a porn star. I was determined to give my new BFF a show she would never forget.
Ashley Maddigan had moved into the house next door six months earlier. Since then our relationship had grown from nodding neighborly acquaintances to virtual best friends. Although Ashley was recently divorced while I was very happily married, we found we had an amazing number of things in common.
We were both in our late 20s, half as old and twice as sexy as the other women in the neighborhood, and we weren’t ashamed to show off our bodies in short skirts and tight T”‘shirts. We were the exact same height, with nearly identical figures, and both had flowing shoulder-length hair.
In addition to our physical similarities, we discovered we had the same taste in food, fashion, music, books and movies. In fact, we hadn’t discovered an area in which we had opposite tastes or opinions. At least, not until an afternoon a week earlier when we shared a couple of intimate secrets.
I had introduced Ashley to my health club, which she joined so we could work out together. We were in the steam room wrapped in towels, sitting across from each other, when Ashley commented on how physically alike we are. Pushing her towel down to her waist, she cupped her breasts in her palms.
“If my boobs were a little bigger,” she said, “We could almost be twins. What are you? About a 36C?”
I moved my own towel down to my waist, then cupped and lifted my breasts. “34D,” I said. “And all me.”
“Me too,” she said with a grin. “But your nipples are bigger.”
I looked at Ashley’s breasts, then down at my own. “My areolae are a little bigger,” I said. “But your nipples stick out more.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s a little embar rassing sometimes. Especially in cold weather. Or when I get aroused.”
I let a moment pass, then said, “Okay, since we’re comparing bodies, show me your pussy.”
Ashley hesitated, and for a moment I was worried I might have crossed a line that was too intimate. Then I said jokingly, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
With a grin, she removed her towel. I giggled and removed my own towel.
“Look,” I said, almost gasping. “Can you believe this?”
Both of our pussies were completely shaved except for tiny triangles of curls just above the clit. The grooming was so identical, it could have been done by the same barber!
Ashley giggled, then said, “Do you keep it that way all the time?”
“Unless I shave it off completely,” I said. “Sometimes I do that for Ryan. It really turns him on.”
After a long moment, Ashley said, “So what turns you on? What gets you really aroused?”
I stared at her, wondering just how far we should let the conversation go. “You really want to know?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “You tell me, and I’ll tell you.”
“Okay,” I said. “You go first.”
Ashley stared at me for a long moment, then said, “All right. What really turns me on is watching.”
As she spoke, a burst of steam filled the small room and she disappeared in a haze of white vapor. I couldn’t see the expression on her face, nor could she see the startled expression on mine. I had expected her to say something like “sex under the stars” or “champagne and fireplaces.” Certainly not “watching” ! I thought voyeurism, from porn to Peeping Toms, was normally a male proclivity.
“Seriously?” I said. “Watching someone have sex turns you on?”
The steam was clearing a bit, and Ashley was coming into focus. She was leaning back against the tile wall, her eyes closed.
“It does,” she said. “I think it stems from something that happened when I was in college. I walked in and acci dentally caught my roommate giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I watched for several minutes before they knew I was there, and got so turned on just from watching, I almost had an orgasm. Ever since, I get highly aroused watching a couple, or anyone, in a sexual situation. It actually makes me hot just thinking about it.”
The steam hissed on again, filling the steam room. Through the hot mist Ashley said, “I’ll bet that’s one trait we don’t share.”
You might be surprised, I thought! Sometimes opposites are more alike than one might think. Two sides of a coin and all that. “But where can you watch?” I said. “I mean who”"”
She giggled and said, “Just turn on the TV. Cable. X-rated DVDs. There’s plenty to watch on the Internet. One of the reasons David and I divorced was because I tended to enjoy porn a little more than he did. Okay, maybe a lot more than he did.”
The steam was clearing, and I saw Ashley grinning at me. “All right,” she said, “I’ve confessed to my voyeuristic perversion. Now it’s your turn. Tell me what turns you on. And I won’t believe you if you say you like to watch.”
I grinned back at her. “No, it’s not watching,” I said. “In fact, for me it’s just the opposite.”
Ashley raised an eyebrow. I hesitated, then took a breath and continued. “I get turned on by being watched,” I said. “I mean, I’ve never actually been watched having sex, at least that I’m aware of. But just the thought of it gets me hot. Really hot.”
Ashley’s grin had faded, but she was still looking at me, with a curious expression on her face. “So you’re an exhibitionist?”
“Maybe a latent one,” I said. “I’ve actually tried to get Ryan to have sex in places where we might be seen, but he’s always been too nervous, afraid we would get caught. Once I tried to get him to fuck me in a dressing room at the mall, but he wouldn’t do it. The riskiest thing he’s ever suggested was a m nage trois.”
“Really?” Ashley said. “Did you do it? The m nage?”
“No, it didn’t work out,” I replied. “Regrettably, because I was ready. Not so much to have sex with someone else as to have an audience. Just the thought of doing it in front of someone gets me dripping wet.”
“Seriously?” she said.
“Seriously,” I said. “Wanna see?”
I removed my towel, not quite believing I was daring to do so. Ashley glanced down, and I spread my legs. I knew beneath my tiny triangle of pubic hair my pussy lips were swollen and pink, and dripping with more juices than the steam could produce.
As Ashley stared at my pussy, the steam hissed on, and once again she began to disappear in the mist. But not before I saw her hand slip between her legs. I knew that hidden in the haze just a few feet away, she was fingering her pussy just like I was doing mine. Just then someone else came in the steam room, and we quickly wrapped up in our towels and made our exit.
We were quiet as we showered and dressed. I was hoping that our mutual admissions of our kinky sexual inclinations wouldn’t jeopardize what was becoming a close and welcome friend ship. Perhaps our intimate revelations would have no effect at all, I thought. But as Ashley slipped into her underwear and jogging suit, she looked at me with a knowing grin, and I realized that our mutual confessions wouldn’t be forgotten.
We remained quiet on the drive home, but when I pulled in the driveway, Ashley said, “You know, what you said in the steam room was very interesting. I mean, about being watched turning you on.”
“I thought what you said was inter esting too,” I said. “About you liking to watch. Maybe we should”"”
“Explore some possibilities?” Ashley finished, smiling slyly.
I blushed a little but smiled back. “Something like that,” I said.
Ashley grabbed her gym bag and started across the lawn to her house. “Maybe we should,” she called to me over her shoulder. “Who knows what might happen?”
What indeed? I thought, pulling into the garage. Or how? Or when?
The next day Ashley invited me over for coffee and some online window-shopping for lingerie. She hadn’t been with a man in the six months since her divorce, she said, but she was feeling like she was ready to get back into the dating scene.
“It’s time to give my Jack Rabbit a rest,” Ashley said. “And find a cock that doesn’t need batteries. And in the process, if some guy gets lucky enough to get into my knickers, I want to be wearing some “‘knock your socks off’ sexy ones.”
After pursuing several mainstream lingerie e-tailers, we ended up on a website that had outrageously sexy open-nipple bras and crotchless panties.
“So would you wear these?” Ashley asked me, clicking to enlarge a photo of a red lace set that revealed the model’s large nipples and distended pussy lips.
“Sure,” I said. “I mean I might, for the right occasion.”
“So tell me, what are you wearing right now?” she asked. “Not crotchless, I’ll bet.”
I was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder at the computer screen. “Actually,” I said, “I’m not wearing a bra or panties at all.”
Ashley swiveled her chair around and looked up at me. We were both wearing jeans and T-shirts with running shoes. My tee was cropped above my waist to show my belly-button ring.
“You’re kidding,” she said. “You’re actually going commando?”
“Yeah, totally,” I replied, grinning down at her.
“You have to show me,” she said, looking directly at my crotch.
I hesitated just a moment, then unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. My fingers were trembling slightly, and I realized this was not the same as seeing each other naked in the steam room. I lifted my tee up to show my bare breasts, then opened the fly of my jeans.
“See?” I said, revealing the tiny triangle of hair above my pussy.
Ashley looked up at me and smiled, then looked back at my crotch. “Show me more,” she said, her breathing now as shallow as my own. I had no idea how far this would go, but at the moment all that mattered was the reaction I was getting from Ashley. I stepped back a couple of steps and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans, then slid them down over my hips.
Ashley took a breath and looked up at me, letting me know silently that shoving my pants around my knees would not be enough to satisfy her voyeuristic urge. It also wouldn’t be enough for me, the exhibitionist. I stripped off my T-shirt and kicked off my Nikes without untying them, then slid my jeans completely off. Naked now except for my white cotton socks, I stood in the middle of the room, my arms hanging awkwardly at my sides.
“Sit over there,” Ashley said, pointing to a large leather club chair. “And spread your legs.”
I moved toward the chair, rolling my bare bottom sexily while I walked. As I sat down, I fought the urge to throw my legs open and shove my fingers in my cunt, knowing there would be more pleasure for both the voyeur and the exhibitionist if the scene unfolded slowly and seductively.
I sat in the chair and slowly spread my legs, then lifted them and rested my calves on the chair’s leather arms. My pussy was spread wide open, dripping with arousal. I glanced at Ashley and saw that she had unsnapped her own jeans and had one hand deep inside her fly. I closed my eyes, then placed both hands on top of my breasts. Almost imperceptibly, I began to slide my hands downward over my chest and tummy, toward the wet opening between my legs.
When my hands reached my pussy, I spread my lips apart, then used my thumbs and forefingers to pull each pussy lip down and outward. As I stretched my lips and spread them wide apart, I felt the juices of my arousal dripping out of my cunt and into my bottom crack, sliding down to coat the rosebud of my asshole.
I heard Ashley moan, and I raised my eyelids halfway. She now had her jeans around her ankles, her knees apart, her fingers working feverishly at her cunt. I watched her watching me, my desire growing in intensity just from the knowledge that my performance was stoking Ashley’s erotic fires. I began to fuck myself with my fingers, using one, then two, then three. With my other hand I played with my clit, swirling my fingertips over the sensitive bud, then backing off when the sensation brought me too close to climax.
Finally I couldn’t back off anymore, and I closed my eyes and began to frig myself faster and faster. Suddenly I was there, at the edge, then beyond, into my orgasm, my cries of ecstasy filling the room. As I climaxed, I heard echoes of my moans and knew Ashley was coming too, joining me in the intense pleasure of our mutual climaxes.
As we began to come down from our erotic high, I knew we had started something that was bound to go much further. Just how far, I didn’t know.
“Jesus, that was hot!” Ashley said with a sigh. “Watching you was such a turn-on.”
“For me too,” I said. “I mean, knowing that you were watching. It really revved me up.”
A long moment passed. Then Ashley said, “Have you ever done anything with a woman? Anything sexual?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Have you thought about it?”
“Sure,” I said. “Hasn’t every woman? Haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Ashley acknowledged. “At least I’ve thought about exploring the possibilities.”
“I think the thought of it”"girl-girl sex”"turns most men on,” I said. “I know it turns Ryan on.”
There was a long pause, then Ashley said, “The m nage a trois your hus band suggested. Was it going to be with a man or a woman?”
My eyes were still closed, and I still had one hand still clamped over the sticky mess I had made of my pussy. I opened one eye and looked at Ashley, who also still had a hand covering her crotch. “It was a man,” I said. “A man Ryan knew from work. Too bad it didn’t happen. It would be hot to fuck someone while Ryan watched. Or fuck Ryan while the man watched.”
“I would really like to watch you fuck Ryan,” she said. “I think that would be incredibly exciting.”
I smiled at her and closed my eyes again. “That would be hot, wouldn’t it?” I said. “Maybe it could be arranged.” I didn’t have to look at Ashley to know she was smiling too.
Two days later Ryan and I invited Ashley over for dinner. During the meal she mentioned casually that she was going to have all three bedrooms in her house painted, and she planned to stay in a hotel for a couple of nights to avoid the smell.
“Nonsense,” Ryan said, before I could speak. “You should stay here. We have plenty of room. Right, honey?”
Ashley looked at me.
“Absolutely!” I said. “It’ll be fun.”
Ashley and I smiled at each other. Ryan had no idea just how much fun we were planning on having. The thought of Ashley standing in the darkened doorway watching was an incredible turn-on, with my husband the lucky recipient of an extended and highly erotic session of cocksucking.
I made sure to keep myself angled, so the view from the doorway would show the full extent of my oral skills”"knowing Ashley would see every salacious slurp of my blowjob made me extremely hot. This was much more sensual than my solo masturbation, and I was sure Ashley was experiencing the same exponential jump in erotic pleasure that I felt.
In fact, it was difficult to keep sucking my husband’s cock when what I really wanted was to impale my drip ping cunt on the rigid shaft I had helped stiffen. Finally I did just that, moving forward on my knees and straddling him so I could slide my pussy down over his erection.
Once again I positioned myself so Ashley would have a clear view of my swollen pussy lips clutching at Ryan’s thick cock while I slid up and down that glistening shaft.
I rode my husband like a stallion, my involuntary moans of pleasure providing a sexy soundtrack for my uninhibited performance. The feeling of Ryan’s cock, thick and deep inside my cunt, and the pressure of his pubic bone against my clit were finally too much. The physical sensations I was experiencing, plus knowing that Ashley was watching from just a few feet away, was overwhelming, and I soon surrendered to a blinding climax, coming harder, and louder, than I’d ever come before.
Ryan pulled me forward, trying with little success to stifle my screams against his shoulder. As my hips jerked and bucked over his cock in the last throes of orgasm, I glanced toward the open doorway. My half-lidded eyes were still unable to focus clearly, but I knew Ashley was still there, in the shadows, watching.
As my moans became whimpers, then contented sighs, I lay on top of Ryan, staring into the shadows beyond the bedroom doorway. Suddenly I realized that Ryan’s cock was still inside me and still hard. I lifted myself on my arms and looked down at him, then wriggled my hips.
“You’re still hard, honey,” I said. “Didn’t you come?”
Ryan looked up at me. “Jesus, sweet heart, you never gave me a chance. You’ve been fucking me like a wild woman. It was all I could do to hang on.”
I grinned down at him and wiggled my hips again, then squeezed his cock with my cunt. “Well, then,” I said. “I guess we need to take care of this, don’t we?”
Ryan returned my grin and lifted his hips, pushing deeper into me. “I can hardly wait,” he said, grabbing my bare ass with both hands.
“Hold on a minute,” I said, lifting myself off his groin. “I’ve got an idea that I think you’re going to like.” I slid off the bed and stepped toward the doorway, ignoring my husband’s “what the hell now?” look.
Ashley was naked, kneeling in the dark hallway, leaning against the banister railing. I could barely see her expression in the dark, but she was breathing hard and still had her hands buried between her thighs, covering her pussy. Watching Ryan and me had obviously turned her on enough to give herself an orgasm.
I reached down and lifted her up, then took her by one hand. “Come with me,” I said with a grin, pulling her toward the bedroom door. “There’s a nice hard cock you need to meet. And a lot more fucking you need to watch. And who knows? We might even explore some of those girl-girl possibilities. I’m sure my husband would be a most appreciative audience!” ”
Graham and Chelsea often went for walks together. They had been married for eight or nine years, and now they found that going out for walks on the weekend was the only way they could really become sexually stimulated. They would screw each other outdoors wherever they went. Chelsea had been the instigator of it all Graham was quite happy to sit in front of the TV and watch other people do it instead.
On this particular day they had decided on a walk and a shag in the local woods, something they done many times before. They parked their car in the woodland picnic area and put on their walking boots. They walked for what must have been a mile into the adjacent woods, following the red signs that marked the longest trail. In their experience not many people chose the red path these days they were part of an unfit generation.
“Here,” Chelsea said excitedly, as they reached a likely spot. “It’s nice and soft in those ferns at the edge of the path.”
The weather had warmed up and the ground had lost its dew. They moved to the side of the path. Chelsea pushed Graham onto the ground. He fell with a slightly uncomfortable bump into a patch of long grass, crushing what appeared to be the last of the flowering bluebells.
“Lift it up,” he said, indicating Chelsea’s long, wavy skirt. She always wore such skirts so she could pull them up quickly, or spread them out to cover them when she got on top. Graham looked up at her, appreciating her beauty. Her face looked fresh, straight from a skin care advertisement. Her cheeks were ruddy, and her eyes and smile shone with absolute happiness. Chelsea didn’t have huge breasts at all, but the top she wore on this particular day made it look as though she had. It was of generally loose design, but tight across her abdomen and chest, pushing her breasts upwards. It reminded him of the kind of thing serving wenches wore in period dramas on the TV. When she wore it, all he wanted to do was squeeze her tits, pop them out of the top and give them a good licking.
Chelsea lifted her skirt high, raising it so that it covered her face. Graham gazed in awe at what he was presented with. She wore his favorite panties, and some black knee-length socks to match. The sight made his cock strain to get free. The black panties were high-waisted, and the words “Glamour Girl” were spelled out on them in glittery letters just over her moist little snatch. They hugged the curves of her prominent hips and were just tight enough around her pussy to outline her luscious-looking labia.
“Move closer,” said Graham. “Walk forward with your legs apart.”
She moved closer, staggering in the long grass with her legs open. “What are you doing?” she giggled, unable to see with her skirt still over her face. Graham sat up straight and slid his hands up the back of her legs, cupping the lovely fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks. He shook them gently, savoring their fantastic softness. He gripped a cheek in each hand and pulled her quickly toward his face. She let go of her skirt in surprise, and it fell over his head. Underneath the skirt Graham went to work. He rubbed his nose and mouth around the front of her panties and took in a deep breath.
“You smell fantastic,” he said in a muffled voice.
“You feel fantastic,” she replied. He stroked the back of her legs, tickling her behind the knee, and slid his hands back to her ass. Then he hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and gently pulled at them as he went on licking at her pussy through the cloth. The panties were soaked, and his tongue was aching. Finally he pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, allowing him direct access to her juicy pussy. Chelsea gave a sharp gasp as Graham slid his tongue between her pussy lips and moved it up, discovering her clitoris. He flicked it very gently with his tongue, salivating as he did it and making her even wetter. Chelsea clamped her soft thighs around his head and squeezed.
Graham moved his whole head up and down now, licking her a little faster than before. His face rubbed roughly against her clit, giving her sensations he could only imagine. First his nose and then his bearded chin kept flicking into her pussy, making her shudder and moan, and all the time he was lapping at her like a dog at a water bowl.
Finally Chelsea moved away from him, her legs still trembling. Her skirt slid off his head, revealing his very wet face. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” he panted. “Come and get my cock out, baby.”
“I want to sit on it, baby,” she replied. “I need to come.” Graham fell onto his back and signaled for her to approach. She squatted over him and tussled with his zipper for a moment before finally releasing his cock. It sprang out like a dog with the scent of fox in its nose, twitching impatiently. Chelsea lowered herself onto it under the cover of her long skirt. Her panties were still pulled to one side, and Graham could feel the bunched-up material against his cock as she guided him inside her. She was soaking wet and very warm.
“Oh yeah! That’s good,” exclaimed Graham with a huge smile. “Make me come, baby.” Chelsea slid right down on his cock and just sat there for a little while, twitching her cunt muscles while feeling him inside her. She leaned forward and lay on top of him, forcing his cock to press hard against her clit. She put her arms around his back and tensed all the muscles in the lower half of her body, so that she was virtually rigid. With a moan, Graham gripped her ass cheeks and thrust himself up into her, piercing her deeply again and again with rapid movements, despite being partially restricted. Chelsea’s hands clawed at the long grass and weeds beneath him as she approached her orgasm. When she came she gripped him so hard that she almost lifted him from the ground.
“Jesus!” said Graham, out of breath. “You needed that!”
Chelsea gave a long sigh of contentment, and then giggled.
Graham suddenly looked startled. “Hey, I think there’s someone coming this way!” he told her.
Chelsea sat up quickly, with Graham still stiff inside her. Sure enough, there was a figure approaching through the trees a little further back along the trail they had been following.
“Don’t jump up now, they’ll suspect something,” Graham said.
“So what if they do?” replied Chelsea nonchalantly.
“Well you might not care, but I do! It would be very embarrassing, and you don’t know who it might be.”
“It better be the bloody Queen, interrupting us like this,” Chelsea said, and they both laughed, continuing to watch the figure as it drew closer to them.
Chelsea was still sitting on top of Graham, his hard cock twitching inside her. The two of them grinned at each other with every twitch. Chelsea picked one of the nearby bluebells and played with it, turning again to look at the approaching figure. It was hard to see the stranger’s face, as he or she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a little like Zorro’s”"at least that was the first thing that jumped into Graham’s mind. The figure was also wearing walking boots, jeans and a white jumper, in addition to the Zorro hat.
“Morning!” said a female voice as the figure approached them. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” She stopped on the path, and Graham began to panic. His dick went limp, almost falling out of Chelsea.
“Yeah, it’s great!” he replied nervously. All too aware that they could now be seen clearly, he went on talking. “We’re absolutely knackered,” he got out. “I don’t know why we come on these long walks.”
The female stranger came a little closer and eyed them both”"Graham lying on the ground, and Chelsea sitting on top of him with her skirt spread all over like a picnic blanket.
“You don’t know why? That’s odd. I do,” the stranger laughed. She raised her head, liberating her face from the shade of her hat like Clint Eastwood in one of his spaghetti westerns. She was quite beautiful, in a Streisandesque kind of way. Her large nose was offset by a pair of beautiful blue eyes and a wide, inviting mouth. She grinned at them both as she continued to take in their interesting position. “If I asked you both to get up, would you do it?” she asked teasingly.
Graham smiled nervously, without answering. “Well,” he said, “don’t let us keep you from your walk. We’ll just rest up a little more, I think.”
“Well, I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” said the stranger, seeming slightly offended now.
“No, I’m sorry,” Chelsea piped up, shooting Graham an evil glance. “My husband didn’t mean to sound so rude, I’m sure.”
“I really don’t want to . . .” the stranger began, but Chelsea interrupted her.
“We’ve never seen you here before,” she said in a friendly voice. “And we come here quite a lot.” Graham rolled his eyes and lowered his head onto the grass.
“Well, I come almost every morning, and I’ve seen you two many times,” said the stranger, winking at Graham. “In fact, I’ve often thought about joining you, to be honest. What do you think?”
“I . . . um . . . what?” stuttered Graham. Looking bemusedly at Chelsea, he noticed a little glimmer in her eye. She grinned at him, then looked at the stranger in a way she usually reserved for him alone. He could hardly believe his eyes.
As his startled gaze moved between the stranger and his wife, he felt himself twitch back to attention inside Chelsea. She looked at him in a knowing way, and squirmed a little.
“Are we actually doing this?” she asked him.
Without allowing himself to think, he replied, “Yeah, I guess we are.”
They looked deeply into each other’s eyes as they began to screw again, Chelsea rocking and rubbing herself against Graham’s groin.
“Oh, I see that I really have interrupted something,” the stranger laughed. “Should I go?” But she didn’t. Instead she took off her hat, allowing her hair to fall free like a cascade of shining golden water. Graham grunted as he gazed at her while thrusting hard into his wife. Chelsea’s pussy was soaking wet, so much so that it made audible squelching sounds as she moved up and down. As the stranger came closer, he reached out his hand to stroke her leg.
Standing over them, the stranger unbuttoned her tight jeans. She then kicked off her walking boots and slid her jeans down easily past her knees, stepping out of them with only a little hassle. She smiled at Chelsea, who was now staring in awe at this magnificent specimen of a woman standing partially naked in front of her. She stopped rocking on Graham’s cock and, as her husband had, reached out to touch their new friend. The stranger stepped back a little. “Just wait a moment,” she said teasingly.
“Oh man, this is too good!” Graham panted. The stranger lifted the loose woolen jumper that came down to just below her ass, revealing a shiny golden thong. She turned around and bent over a little, glancing over her shoulder at her new audience.
Graham began to move inside Chelsea again. It was as though he had his very own private strip show while he screwed his wife. The stranger turned around again and pulled the jumper off, uncovering a fantastic body with large, beautiful tits. She was naked now except for a pair of black knee-high socks, like Chelsea’s. Graham’s cock hardened even more, straining inside his wife’s wet pussy like a jimmy bar trying to force a door frame.
The stranger now moved closer again and stood with spread legs, inviting him, more with her body language than with words, to run his hands up her legs and feel in between them. He did just that, feeling the wetness of her pussy on his fingers. The stranger then bent forward over them, cupping her lovely tits in her hands, shaking them for the couple’s entertainment. Chelsea reached out and stroked them as though she were petting an overweight puppy, and the stranger gave a little moan and brought one of those magnificent tits to Chelsea’s mouth. Chelsea sucked and licked the nipple eagerly and hard. Graham slid three fingers into the stranger’s wet pussy, making her moan more loudly. He thrust them in and out of her, pulling out after every few strokes to circle her swollen clitoris as her body quivered with pleasure.
“I want you to lick her,” said Graham to Chelsea, looking deeply into his wife’s eyes. “Lay her down here and lick her sweet pussy.”
“Yes, please,” panted the stranger, eagerly dropping to the ground and spreading herself out, while Chelsea disengaged herself from him, swung herself off his body and crawled between the other woman’s legs. He laughed under his breath as he watched the two of them arrange themselves, thinking that if he had stopped this stranger in the street and asked for something as simple as the time, he would probably have received an abrupt and quite possibly unfriendly reply, whereas in this circumstance he could easily ask this same person to lie down and let his wife lick her pussy, while he did all manner of obscene things to her. It was amazing.
The stranger was lying on her back now, with Chelsea lapping away at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of cream. She closed her eyes and moved her hips gently in time with her new lover’s ministrations. Graham stroked his cock, watching his wife’s head dip and rise as she licked at this strange woman’s pussy. He loved the way the stranger folded her arms underneath her big tits, making a pillow of trembling flesh out of them as they wobbled around.
Graham now straddled the top half of the stranger’s body, allowing his twitching cock to hover over her face. She had her eyes closed, but opened them in surprise when she felt him nudging at her wide, inviting mouth with the head of his dick. But she only smiled and opened up for him.
Graham moved slowly in and out of her wet open mouth. She clamped her lips tight around his shaft, making him gasp, and as he continued to push in and out, she circled his cockhead with her tongue. Just as he was nearly ready to shoot, he felt the stranger beginning to shudder with climax. He leaned forward and thrust his cock, hard into her mouth, nearly making her gag. He turned quickly to look at Chelsea. She had the strangers ass cheeks clamped firmly in her hands as she chomped at the woman’s pussy like a dog with a toy bear. For a moment Graham worried that they might be treating her too roughly, until he heard the moans of climactic pleasure coming from beneath him. The stranger’s body stiffened as she gave a muffled cry around his cock, and then went limp.
Graham pulled his cock from her mouth and rested it between her huge wobbling tits. He shook them gently with one hand as he considered where he wanted to shoot his load. At that point Chelsea came up for air and stroked his back.
“Did you come, baby?” she asked.
“I want to come on you both. Get on your knees,” he ordered her, and Chelsea obeyed without question.
“Oh, I see that you people have done this before,” said the stranger, smiling. She pulled herself up and got onto her knees also, kneeling next to Chelsea. “Let me have it, big boy!”
Chelsea smiled back at the stranger. Graham looked in awe at the two of them wriggling on their knees in front of him, completely naked except for those tight black knee-length socks. The stranger’s tits heaved back and forth with her heavy breathing, while Chelsea’s small breasts trembled with the anticipation of what was to come she had indeed done this before. Graham moaned loudly as he jerked at his cock, while the two women stroked his legs and balls and tickled the space between his cock and his asshole.
Suddenly the stranger flicked the end of his prick with her forefinger, which made Graham spasm forward, almost losing his balance. She then grabbed the back of Chelsea’s head and pushed her face toward Graham’s cock, bringing a muffled cry from her as her mouth took him in. The stranger then reached around Graham to find his asshole, gently working her finger in as deeply as she could, searching for his prostate. When she hit the spot Graham thrust forward again, impaling Chelsea’s throat on his cock. She pulled back quickly, leaving a film of saliva all over it. The stranger quickly pulled her finger from his ass and grabbed the twitching pole. He gasped as she stroked it a couple of times, then pointed it down toward her tits.
Both women looked up at him with smiles on their faces as he exploded, squirting first the stranger’s tits and then Chelsea’s with his sticky load. One shot landed on the stranger’s chin, and Chelsea grinned up at Graham before leaning over to lick it off, after which the women shared a long open-mouthed kiss. Then all three of them fell in a heap, enjoying the feel of the warm sunshine on their naked skin.”
I glanced quickly out the windows of the pickup to make sure no one was looking, then leaned toward Garcia’s lap. His cock was not huge, but would still be a mouthful. As I took the cinnamon-colored shaft between my lips I realized this would be my first experience with an uncircumcised cock. I pulled the foreskin down and swirled my tongue around the head, working the shaft with one hand while I squeezed his balls with the other. Fortunately, either he was ready or I was good, because I felt his come hit the back of my throat a few seconds later.
I kept Garcia’s dick in my mouth until it stopped pulsing, then licked him clean and sat up. I couldn’t believe I had just given a blowjob to a man I barely knew, just to coax him into getting his work done on time. But construction was at a critical stage, and I had to do whatever it took to get the project completed on schedule. If Garcia’s crew didn’t get the wiring done, the drywall couldn’t go up. Without drywall, whole crews of trim carpenters, painters and carpet layers would be waiting around, diddling their dicks. With the company facing overrun penalties of thousands of dollars a day, my bonus and maybe even my job were on the line.
“Ah, caramba, Senorita Maggie,” Garcia said. “You are very good. You make me come so quick!”
I smiled at the compliment, then gave him my “‘no shit now’ look. “You’ll keep this just between us, right?” I said. “And you swear all the wiring will be done by next Tuesday. On all three floors.”
“I swear,” Garcia said, zipping up. “Every wire, every plug, every switch.”
We got out of the pickup and Garcia walked over to yell at his crew of electricians. I looked up at the three-story, 60,000-square-foot glass box that had become my responsibility.
I had convinced my boss to give me a shot as project facilitator, assuring him that it didn’t take a 200-pound hairy gorilla yelling at the subcontractors to get things done. “I’m sure we can get as much done with honey as we can with vinegar,” I’d promised. Now I was wondering just how much honey I was going to have to spread around.
I’d learned early on that the most important thing I could do to move a job along was figure out what would grease the wheels of a particular subcontractor, or supervisor, or code inspector. In the beginning it had been simple things, like Krispy Kremes every morning for the concrete crew, or Knicks tickets for a plumbing inspector. But as we neared completion, with the subs bumping into each other and everyone bitching at every turn, I’d had to do a few things I couldn’t believe I’d done. Like letting a lecherous carpet contractor cop a feel of my tits in an empty stairwell. And sneaking into an unfinished restroom to give the boss of the AC crew a quick handjob.
Now I had bent over, literally, and bribed the electrical contractor with a blowjob. At this rate, the next time I updated my r sum qualifications, I’d have to add the word “‘slut.’
Giving the blowjob to Garcia actually hadn’t been so bad, I thought to myself as I entered the building. In a way, the illicit dick had been exciting. For a woman whose sex life was more or less monogamous, and almost always in the missionary position, going down on a virtual stranger, in his pickup, in broad daylight, was pretty erotic. In fact, it had been so long since I’d had any kind of sex that doing Garcia actually turned me on. If my hands hadn’t been so busy with his dick, I might have even played with my pussy while I sucked him off.
I stepped over a pile of conduit and walked toward the stairwell. All around me were hard-bodied crews of ripped and buff construction workers, hotties in hardhats and tool belts, some shirtless, others in tank tops or sleeveless Ts, all in tight jeans or cutoffs. It was not a bad workplace environment for a 26-year-old female with normal urges.
I knew I turned the guys on as much as they did me, a feeling constantly reinforced by their lewd looks and off-color comments. I generally let the catcalls and sexual innuendos slide, glad to know they found me attractive, and I was more than willing to occasionally treat them to the sight of me in a stretchy tank top with no bra, or a pair of jeans a size or two too tight”"as long as the work stayed on schedule, and no one fell off a ladder or shot a nail through his foot.
Although I’m not a supermodel, I do have a nice face and a sexy figure, with long legs and a tight little tush. My boobs aren’t huge, but they are all natural and as firm as ripe peaches. I also have thimble-sized nipples, which to my frequent embarrassment seem to stay constantly erect, even when I’m not aroused. Which was how they were now, pushing out like twin torpedoes as I walked past a framing crew. I was wearing jeans and a fairly tight T-shirt, with a bra so thin and transparent I shouldn’t have bothered to put it on. As I headed toward the stairwell I stuck my chest out, getting a couple of wolf whistles for my effort. I grinned, wondering what the men would say if they knew I’d just swallowed a mouthful of Mexican spunk.
I walked up the stairs to the third floor. The space was framed and wired, ready for drywall, and empty except for the two men in one corner. One was Jake Rollins, a tall guy with long blond hair in a ponytail. Rollins, who had a clipboard and was counting pallets of sheetrock, was a supervisor for the drywall contractor. The other man was a large muscular black man named Mitchell, who was Rollins’ crew chief.
“Hey, guys,” I said, walking toward them. They both looked up and smiled, Rollins’ gaze made it to my face, but Mitchell’s got stuck on my still hard nipples.
“Hey Maggie,” Rollins said. “You get Garcia straightened out on the electrical?”
I blushed a little, wondering if he knew I had sucked the man’s cock just 10 minutes earlier. Maybe my facilitating techniques were not as secret as I had hoped to keep them. “Right on track,” I said, still blushing.
Mitchell was still staring at my breasts, in particular at my nipples, which were as hard as pebbles. Rollins was smiling again, apparently amused at his crewman’s leering attention toward my stiff buds, and the fact that I couldn’t do anything subtle to hide them.
What Rollins wasn’t aware of was that my nipples were not only hard but tingling like crazy, a sensation I was also feeling in my pussy. My intuition was telling me to turn and hightail it out of there, but somehow I couldn’t force myself to break away.
“So are you guys on schedule to hang drywall?” I asked.
“We start tomorrow,” Rollins answered. I noticed his eyelids had lowered just a bit, giving me a look that was not quite smoldering, but was headed in that direction.
“That’s great!” I said. “Two days ahead of”"”
My comment ended abruptly when Mitchell reached out and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it with the exact amount of pressure needed to make my knees buckle.
“Oh! Ohh . . . oh fuck!” I said, startled, stunned that the man would even do that. I knew I had to turn around, back away, get out somehow. But I couldn’t move, almost couldn’t stand. It was as if Mitchell’s black fingers on my white T-shirt were pinning me in place. As I gulped for air I had the sudden image of myself sucking the man’s cock, maybe even fucking him. I had never fucked a black man before, but that seemed likely to change at any moment.
I glanced at Rollins, wondering if he would leave and let Mitchell have me alone, or if he would stay and watch. The thought of someone watching me get fucked was wickedly obscene, and I felt a surge of arousal as the energy in my pussy ratcheted up several notches.
Then Rollins tossed his clipboard aside and stepped behind me. Grabbing the tail of my T-shirt, he stripped it up and off, and I realized he didn’t intend to leave or just watch, but planned to fuck me too.
I knew then that I was well past any possibility of protesting, even if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t. As Mitchell ripped my bra off I reached forward and grabbed his cock, squeezing it through his jeans. He leaned toward me and took one nipple between his lips, again taking the other between his thumb and forefinger. I glanced down at my breasts, but saw only the top of Mitchell’s bright yellow hardhat.
I felt my hips being shifted, and realized that Rollins had unsnapped my jeans and was trying to slide them over my ass. I tried to help, wiggling my butt, pushing at the waistband.
“Wait!” I said as my jeans bunched around by knees. “My boots!”
Rollins knelt down and untied my steel-toed work boots, then pulled them off and tossed them aside. He grasped my panties and slid them down, tugging them off with my jeans. Now all I was wearing was a pair of white cotton socks and the butterfly tattooed just above the crack of my ass.
Mitchell had switched from one nipple to the other, keeping them both stimulated with his lips and tongue and fingers. I was wondering if a woman could come just from nipple teasing when Rollins, standing behind me, reached around and slid a finger into my pussy. “My God, you’re wet!” he said sliding two more fingers into my squishy slit. I came then”"a small climax, but enough to buckle my knees completely. As I moaned in pleasure, Rollins picked me up and carried me to a knee-high stack of drywall. As he laid me down he grinned and said, “You do want to make sure we get the drywall done on schedule, don’t you?” In response I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs together, whimpering through the aftermath of my orgasm.
When I opened my eyes I was on my back and Rollins was between my legs, spreading my knees apart, his jeans off and his dick erect. I was surprised to see that his cock curved upward like a banana, as if perfectly designed to reach a woman’s G-spot. I felt a movement behind my head and glanced backward. Mitchell was kneeling behind me, his very large, very black cock dangling over my forehead. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. As the dark plum-shaped head of Mitchell’s cock slid into my mouth, I felt Rollins shove his banana dick into my pussy, hitting not only my G-spot but half a dozen other pleasure points as well. For endless minutes they fucked my mouth and cunt while I sucked and fucked in return, hungry for all the cock they could give me. Finally I was on the edge of orgasm again, and I reached down to frig my clit with my fingers, pushing myself up and over into an intense toe-curling climax.
As my orgasm subsided, the two men switched places, Rollins moving up to fuck my mouth while Mitchell slid his thick black cock into my dripping pussy.
Having two cocks fucking me at the same time made me feel like a wanton, lust-crazed slut. I climaxed again and again, my body on fire with desire, wanting the two men to fuck me forever, to fuck me into oblivion. As they pounded into me I began to grunt and moan, urging them on, telling them to fuck me deeper, harder, to shove their cocks into me, to come inside me.
Then Mitchell, naked now except for his boots and hardhat, did come in me, his muscular black body glistening with sweat as he held my thighs and shoved his cock deep into my pussy. I could feel his thick shaft spasm over and over, filling my cunt with come. When he was finished he let his softening cock slide out, and I could feel his come leaking out of my cunt, running down over the cheeks of my ass.
Then suddenly there was another cock pushing into me, hard, erect, ready. I tried to lift my head to see who this new cock belonged to, but Rollins had suddenly started to come, filling my mouth with his creamy semen. I swallowed, then relaxed my muscles to let his come spurt into the back of my throat. Finally his spasms subsided and his cock slipped from my mouth. I raised my head and looked down. The man now fucking me was as black as Mitchell, but his hardhat was red, not yellow.
“Oh my God!” I whispered as I looked around. There were a dozen different men standing around the stack of drywall, all with their cocks out, waiting their turn. Some were still wearing boots and tank tops and hardhats, but all were naked below the waist, erect and ready.
Two of the men, one on each side of the stack of drywall, leaned down and began to suck my nipples. Two more men moved close and lifted my hands to their erections. As I wrapped my fingers around the thick shafts, I felt a tap on my head. I tilted my head and looked back. A young burr-cut blond from Garcia’s electrical crew was kneeling over my head, ready to feed me his long skinny dick. Consumed with lust, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, eagerly sucking the blond man’s cock.
At some point the men flipped me over and had me straddle the cock of a dark-skinned, heavy-set man who was lying on his back. His cock was big, but I was so wet and juicy that I slid down on him easily. An older guy knelt in front of my face and I swallowed his cock, taking him deep in my throat as I fucked the man beneath me. Then I felt hands on my butt cheeks, and suddenly a finger was sliding into my anus. I moaned loudly, but the sound was muffled by the cock in my mouth. Then the finger pulled out of my ass and was replaced by a cock, thick and long, sliding slowly into me.
“Oh . . . my . . . God!” I moaned. “Oh God! Oh God!”
The cock pushed deep into me, so deep I could feel the man’s pubic hair against my butt. The sensation of having my pussy and anus full of cock at the same time was incredible! I could feel the two cocks fucking together, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, each thrust sending shudders of ecstatic pleasure through my body. I came, then came again, and again, my wild cries echoing off the glass walls, each orgasm more intense than the last.
The men in my ass and cunt kept fucking me even as my orgasms subsided, but I still wanted more. I looked up at the men standing around me and opened my mouth wide, extending my tongue, inviting them to fuck my face. A cock came close and I stretched my tongue out, begging to have my mouth filled with flesh again. Instead, the cock jerked and suddenly shot a thick, ropy spiral of come out onto my tongue and cheeks and chin. Another cock, black this time, approached my face, and I turned my come-covered tongue toward it. Again I was treated to copious spurts of creamy semen splattering on my face and into my mouth. As the man finished climaxing, he put his cock in my mouth, letting me suck out the last drops of his jism.
For almost two hours the construction crews fucked me, in my mouth and ass and pussy, coming in all those orifices, and on my face and breasts and tummy and ass. I climaxed over and over, coming so much I nearly passed out. But even as the gang bang ended and the guys slowly made their way back to work, I was still horny, still ready to take any hard and willing cock.
The last guys to leave were Mitchell and Rollins, the men who had started the whole thing. They stood next to my platform of drywall and grinned down at my naked, come-splattered body. I sat up and leaned back on my elbows, my breasts thrust out, my legs spread apart. A large puddle of semen was forming beneath my leaking cunt and ass.
Mitchell reached out and squeezed one nipple, sending a tingle into my cunt. I moaned. “Well, Maggie,” Rollins said. “I think you’ve convinced everyone to meet their deadlines. I believe you’ve covered every trade on the job site.”
I smiled and stretched lazily, then wiped a large blob of jism off my chin. I held my finger up, examining the pearly substance for a moment, then stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. “I’ve still got the trim carpenters to convince,” I told him. “And the painters. And carpet layers. We may have to do this all over again!”
We did do it all over again. Twice. Rollins and Mitchell had moved on to other projects by then, but managed to make it back for each gang bang. We brought the job in a week early, and I got my bonus. I also got a promotion, putting me in charge of all of the project facilitators. They now all happen to be attractive, sexy young women, who I’ve taken under my wing and trained in proven techniques in the art of construction facilitation. All my girls are ready and willing to do what it takes to get the job done. Whatever it takes.
“She’s 18, and you’re telling me she wants to hook up with you?”
“Yeah. So?”
“You’re twice her age! It’s gotta be too good to be true, man.”
“Gee, thanks for the big vote of confidence.”
“You know what I mean. And if you do actually manage to fuck this girl, imagine the shitstorm that’ll come down when your wife finds out.”
“Why would she find out?”
Nate rolled his eyes. “What, you think you’ll be able to keep the smile off your face? There’s no way that any guy our age could disguise the fact that he’s getting teenage pussy!”
I pretended to listen to more of my best friend’s advice, but my mind was made up. An opportunity like Jessica may have sounded too good to be true, but she also was too good to pass up.
Jessica entered my life thanks to what should have been a perfectly innocent phone call.
“Hi, I’m Jessica, Carol’s daughter? Mom said you used to work together here in Boston, and that you might be able to give me some career advice? Because I’m starting college in September?”
She said it all in a breathless rush, making every sentence a question.
More than 12 years had passed since her mother and I worked at the same ad agency. We kept in touch off and on after my move to Seattle. I was surprised that Carol thought I would be good at guidance counseling, considering that I never even met her daughter while she was growing up.
“Jessica? I can’t believe you’re old enough to go to college already.”
“Yep, I turned legal last month.”
I thought that was a strange way to put it. I also thought I detected a sexy lilt to her voice. Hmmm.
I told her how I set up my one-man operation when I went free-lance. She told me about creating ads for her high school newspaper. Then she added, “I had lots of time, because I wasn’t part of the popular crowd. I probably was the only virgin in my graduating class.”
“Really? You’re not hideous or anything, are you?”
“I most certainly am not!” she said, giggling. “Do you want me to send you a picture to prove it? I’ve got my laptop handy.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be needing some official documentation.”
“You’re bad! Okay, give me your e-mail address. I’ll show you, mister!”
I hoped she wasn’t pulling my leg. I also hoped she looked as sexy as she sounded. I was getting hard just listening to her voice. I hadn’t cheated on Maggie in four years of marriage, but that didn’t mean I never had thought about it.
And a virgin! Without even knowing what she looked like, I began fantasizing about being the first guy whose cock Jessica sucked, the first guy to eat her immaculate pussy, the first guy to ride her hard.
I heard her typing. “Okay, I sent a JPEG. Tell me if my appearance meets with your approval, sir.” She said it so confidently that I rubbed my stiffening prick through my pants.
I was at the desk of my home office. I called up her e-mail.
She wasn’t hideous. Not by a long shot.
Jessica had sandy blonde hair and intensely blue eyes. She was in a raspberry bikini. It wasn’t slutty, but it definitely showed off her attributes.
I couldn’t figure out why boys wouldn’t have fallen all over themselves to get near her in school. She had firm, nicely shaped little boobs that rode high on her chest, almost level with her armpits. Long legs. Slender thighs. The mound of her pussy made a softly rounded bulge in her bikini bottom that I wanted to cup in my hand.
“Were your classmates all gay, blind or just plain stupid?” I asked.
She giggled again. “I guess that’s a compliment.”
“When I was your age, I would have been thrilled if a girl like you even talked to me. Hell, I can’t believe you’re talking to me now!”
She giggled again. Both of us knew that I was veering close to crossing the line between “Mom’s nice friend” and “horny bastard putting the moves on,” but she didn’t seem to mind.
“You have a great voice,” she said. “I thought you might turn out to be some boring old fart, but you’re actually pretty cool. I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”
Actually, I was uncomfortably close to missing a deadline. I had my priorities straight, though.
“I could talk to you all day,” I said, quietly unzipping my fly. I was damned glad Maggie was at work.
By the time Jessica finished giving me her life story, I had jerked off into a wad of tissues. I don’t think she heard me come. Part of me almost wished that she had.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her picture. The thought of pulling down her skimpy bikini bottom and tongue-fucking her pussy”"which was completely shaved in my filthy fantasy”"kept me hard even after I shot my load.
“Thanks a lot for the talk, but Mom’s calling me to dinner now,” she said after another 20 minutes flew by. “I’ll tell her you were really great.”
“Say hi to her for me. And call anytime. Seriously.”
“Okay, bye.”
I thought that call would turn out to be nothing more than a wonderful one-time thing. Jessica surprised me by calling again the next day.
“I’m so bored, sitting around this stupid house all alone,” she began. I liked the fact that she didn’t bother introducing herself.
“It’s summer,” I said. “You should be running around outside or something.” For some reason, I pictured her jogging through a park’s lawn sprinklers in her raspberry swimsuit. Her hair was plastered against her head, her stiff nipples jutted out against the wet material of her top, and the cleft of her cunt was visible through her soaked bikini bottom.
“I’d rather stay in and talk to you. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Gee, I don’t know. Your mom might get the wrong idea, if I keep talking to her sexy daughter on the phone every day.” I hoped that comment wouldn’t blow up in my face.
“You really think I’m sexy?”
“Is that a trick question? Go look in a mirror!”
“Aw, you’re just saying that.”
I took another gamble. “Maybe you should send me another picture, so I can be absolutely positive.”
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” She sounded skeptical but amused. Even at her age, and allegedly with no sexual experience, she obviously knew how to be coy.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Want me to take a new one for you? I have a camera on my cell.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Okay, hang on.” I waited a few endless moments until she said, “I’ll send it to your e-mail again. It would be kind of tiny on the screen of your phone.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Silly boy!” I loved the way she said that. It definitely wasn’t the way an 18-year-old addresses a guy she thinks is too old to tease. “Okay, sent.”
I was stunned when I saw the pic. Jessica was sitting on the white comforter of her metal four-poster bed. She wore a very loose, oversized tank top and extremely brief khaki shorts.
She had held her phone at arm’s length to take the shot. At that angle, the lens was aimed directly at the huge gap of her tank top’s gaping left armhole. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The entire curve of her left tit and half of its big, spread-out nipple were plainly visible. There was no way Jessica could not have known how deliciously exposed she was.
“Well, that’s just about the sexiest picture I’ve ever seen in my life,” I finally said.
Jessica giggled. “You don’t think it’s inappropriate, do you? I mean, I wouldn’t want you telling my mom that I’m bad or anything.”
It was getting harder and harder to believe that this girl wasn’t acquainted with cock. An experienced phone-sex operator couldn’t have sounded sexier than Jessica did at that moment. I decided that her virgin act must be her way of role-playing. And that was fine with me. I was more than happy to play along.
“Oh, I promise I won’t tell,” I said. “You might stop calling if I did.”
“So you like it when I call?”
“I love it.”
“I wish another certain couple of guys felt that way.” She began telling me how desperately she had wanted two former classmates to notice her in school. It was as if she had completely forgotten about the tit shot of herself she just sent me.
As she got more comfortable talking, she became increasingly uninhibited. “I would have given it up to either of them in a snap. Their girlfriends were sluts, but I’m sure I would have been a fast learner. God, I was so . . . so sexually frustrated!”
I smiled, then braved yet another risky question. “Didn’t you take care of yourself when you were alone?”
“What do you mean?” I could tell from her tone that she knew exactly what I meant. She just wanted to hear how I would say it.
“You know,” I said. “Did you ever “‘work out at the Y’ at night?”
A giggle. “I’ve never heard it called that before.”
“I notice that’s not an answer.”
Another giggle. “Well, you know. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”
The idea that this teenage dream had to play with herself to get off because she didn’t have anybody to fuck was a goddamned crime. I felt like speeding to the airport and taking the first cross-country flight so I could give the poor girl what she so obviously needed.
“Have you even had, um, oral sex?” I put it that way because I still would have felt funny using terms like “sucked cock.”
“Never.”
“Have you talked to girls who have?”
“A couple. They didn’t go into specifics. I always hoped they would give more details.”
“Because you like the idea?”
She paused. “Yeah. I think it would be incredibly hot to, you know”"”
I didn’t say a word, hoping that she would finish her thought without any prompting from me. After several seconds, she said, “I’d love to see one that’s all big and hard, and take it in my mouth, and suck it until the guy couldn’t hold back.”
Her voice had gone very low. I could hear her breathing heavily, almost panting. I had a feeling I knew what she was doing.
“How about when a guy uses his mouth on a girl? What have your friends said about that?”
“They say that’s really incredible,” she whispered. “They say there’s no feeling like it. Do guys really enjoy doing that?”
“You better believe it.”
“Really? Tell me why.”
I knew she didn’t want some clever, jokey answer. So I told her how I honestly felt, without censoring myself. “Getting between a girl’s open thighs and licking her pussy is the greatest thing in the world. Knowing she wants you to put your mouth on her most private place is half of what makes it so hot. Plus the smell and taste are enough to set off every erotic trigger in a guy’s head. It’s almost like a drug. Eating pussy becomes the only thing in the world that matters.”
She whispered, “So do all guys feel that way?”
“If you meet one who doesn’t, run in the opposite direction. Or come over to my house.”
Well, there it was. Even though I made that last part sound like a punch line, I obviously wasn’t kidding. And I was sure Jessica knew it.
Her mother would kill me if she found out. And Maggie would leave me if she knew that I was hitting on another girl, especially one fresh out of high school.
I couldn’t have cared less.
I had my hard cock in my hand. I stroked it while Jessica whispered, “You really would do that to me?” she whispered. “You would . . . you would really eat my pussy?”
I didn’t hold anything back. “I’d keep on licking and nibbling and sucking your pretty pussy until you came,” I said, jerking my dick. “Then I would stick my big cock in your cunt and fuck you hard, until you came all over again.”
I heard her making high-pitched little cries on the other end of the line as she climaxed. I could hear her bed squeaking! That set off my own orgasm. I barely had time to grab a tissue before I came.
She hung up without another word. I was so sweaty, I had to take a shower. That’s where I asked myself what the hell I was thinking.
Jessica would be going to college in September. She would meet guys there who would make her forget all about some long-distance guilty pleasure who was the same age as her deadbeat dad. Whether or not she had been telling the truth about being a virgin, she was sure to get plenty of experience this fall.
If I was trying to make myself jealous enough to stop fantasizing about meeting Jessica face-to-face and getting her in bed, it wasn’t working. The image of her as a freshman nympho, sucking and riding every cock on campus, was making me so hard, I had to jerk off again in the shower.
The next day was Friday. Jessica called to say she had sent me a JPEG of her pussy.
It was as smooth and hairless and mouth-wateringly beautiful as I had imagined. I could tell from the slight redness of her puffy pubic mound that she had shaved just before taking the picture. The inner lips of her cunt were like pink butterfly wings. Her clit peeked out from the top of her slit like a glistening little fingertip.
She told me on the phone that she was naked and rubbing herself. I told her to dip a finger inside her pussy. “It’s really tight,” she whispered. I told her to push two more fingers inside. She groaned as she obeyed.
I said I had my cock in my hand. “Is it big?” she asked. “Is it big and hard?”
“Definitely. Lick one of the fingers that’s been in your pussy. Tell me how you taste.”
She let out a low moan. “It’s sweet,” she whispered. “Creamy and sweet.” Soon thereafter she was gasping through another orgasm.
I said I wouldn’t be able to talk to her again until Monday, because my wife would be home all day during the weekend. That made her mad. She ended up texting me five times Saturday and six times on Sunday.
On Monday, I asked for a photo of her ass.
“You’re pretty demanding for a guy who wouldn’t talk to me for two days.”
“Sorry, I didn’t think my wife would understand if I said I had to help a horny teenager get herself off.”
“You’re still a meanie.”
“I’ll be a lot friendlier if you send that picture. And don’t be modest, either. I want to see everything you’ve got.”
“You mean my asshole?”
I was pleasantly surprised to hear her use that word so casually. “Absolutely. Spread your beautiful cheeks wide, so I can see your shaved pussy and your little asshole.”
“You’re nasty. And bossy. Hold on.”
The picture was a dream come true. Her anus was like an “innie” belly button between her vanilla butt cheeks. It was pale pink, without the dark halo a lot of girls have back there.
From the way her pussy was gaping open, I had the feeling Jessica had been fingering herself before she took the picture.
“Very nice,” I said. “I now can safely say that every single inch of you is perfect.”
“You’ve never sent me any pictures,” she replied.
“If you saw how incredibly good-looking I am, no one else would ever measure up. You’d be ruined for life.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right!”
“The only way you’re going to see me is if you fly out for a visit.”
Two days later, I was sitting with Nate and listening to him tell me all the reasons why meeting Jessica would be a terrible idea. I didn’t bother informing him that my next stop that afternoon would be the airport arrivals lounge.
I had paid for Jessica’s plane ticket. It cost a fucking fortune on such short notice. I didn’t care.
I decided to use my best argument to make Nate see things my way. I pulled a printout of Jessica’s swimsuit photo from my shirt pocket. I silently laid it on the table.
“Jesus,” he said, staring in disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. That’s really her.”
Nate looked at the photo with something approaching awe. “Listen, forget everything I said. If you really have a shot at nailing this girl, take it. Who the fuck cares if it’s a scam, or if it doesn’t last, or if you end up divorced and sleeping in an alley? I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
Jessica was easy to recognize at the airport, even with her clothes on. She didn’t seem disappointed when she got her first look at me, thank God.
“You’re not so bad,” she said, giving me a playful hip bump. Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Now take me somewhere and pop my cherry, you dirty old man.”
I took her to a hotel nicer than any place where Maggie and I ever had stayed. Jessica got undressed quickly. Her bra and panties were a matching set, snowy white with little blue flowers. After she shrugged off the bra, she tweaked the tips of her nipples.
She must have noticed my appreciative expression. “You like that, huh?” She rolled her nipples between her fingertips, making them even stiffer, as I shucked my pants and boxers. She smiled like a cat when she saw my already stiff cock. No way this girl was a virgin, I thought. No fucking way.
I threw off my shirt and put my mouth on one of her nipples. I tugged down her panties and kissed my way down to her perfectly smooth pussy. She lay back on the bed with her knees pulled up, giving me easier access to her crotch. I held her cunt open with my fingers. I probed deep inside her pinkness with my tongue.
She shifted around so her face was at my dick. I felt her gulp half my cock inside her mouth while I kept licking and sucking her pussy lips. As she bobbed up and down on my shaft, one of her hands went to my balls. She was a little rough with them, but not too rough.
“Come on and do me now,” she said, rubbing the head of my dick around her face. “I’m totally ready. As you can probably tell.”
Oh yes, I sure could. The bottom half of my face was glistening with Jessica’s sweet juices.
I hastily slipped on a rubber”"a process she watched with amused fascination”"and then I pushed my rigid cock inside her slippery pussy, meeting absolutely zero resistance. She was so beautiful and silky-tight inside that I would have exploded instantly if I had been her age. That was one good thing about being more sexually experienced than an 18-year-old. I knew how to pace myself, instead of going off like a hair trigger.
Whenever I was close to coming, I slipped my cock out of Jessica’s pussy and used my mouth on her cunt some more. She couldn’t get enough of that. She pushed her crotch against my face and moved it in little circles, simultaneously rubbing her shaved mound.
I pushed two fingers inside her while I sucked her clit. A trickle of girl juice spurted from her pussy when she climaxed. I licked it up, all the way from her mound down to her pink asshole. Then I pushed my dick inside her once again.
“Let me watch when you come,” she said. “I want to see it.”
Good luck holding off after you hear a girl say that. I hastily slipped out of her fuckhole, snatched the rubber off my prick and shot my load all across her belly and tits. She kept rubbing herself as she watched, making herself climax again.
Jessica never changed her story about being a virgin during her entire three-day visit. By the time she left, I know my wife suspected something was up, if only because I was so exhausted every night. She never found out for sure, though. Neither did Jessica’s mom, who thought Jessica had been staying with a female friend.
Now that Jessica is at college, she’s definitely too good to be true”"as in “too good at fucking to be faithful to me.” She calls at least twice a week to update me on all the guys she’s sucking and fucking.
I don’t mind. I always love hearing from her. And that’s the truth.”
“C’mon, baby, stop teasing me. I need some cock really bad.” I was standing naked in front of my husband, my legs apart and my shaved pussy just within his reach. Ray was seated on the end of the hotel bed, reaching out to slide his finger back and forth between the lips of my very wet slit. That finger rubbed my clit with each stroke, making my knees buckle, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I climaxed.
Ray had stripped down to his boxers, and I could see the outline of his cock angling up from his groin. I reached out and took hold of his shoulders, pushing him backward onto the bed. Grabbing the waistband of the boxers, I stripped them off, leaving them tangled around one foot. Kneeling down, I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand, palming it as I licked it wetly from base to head.
“Ummm,” I murmured between licks. “What a nice hard-on you’ve got. Just what I need in my hungry little pussy.” I angled my husband’s cock toward me and took it in my mouth, sliding my lips down until my nose was pressed against his pubic bone. I held him deep in my mouth for several seconds, swirling my tongue around the cockhead, letting my saliva completely coat the shaft. Then I rose from my knees and climbed onto the end of the bed, straddling his waist. I slid my pussy up and down the length of his shaft for a moment, then reached down and held it so I could take his cock inside.
“Ohh yeah!” I said, smiling down at him. “I’ve been needing this nice big cock in my hot little cunt. You’ve got me so horny I can hardly stand it.”
I tucked my knees up beside Ray’s rib cage, settling my pussy down on his cock as I worked my hips back and forth. Ray reached up and caressed my breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. His touch sent a surge of electricity directly to my pussy and I fucked him faster, grinding my pussy down to feel as much of his cock inside me as possible. I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and suddenly I was right at the edge, a stroke away from reaching my climax.
I was already gritting my teeth and scrunching my eyes shut when Ray stopped me. Grabbing my hips, he held me still, keeping me from slipping over the edge into physical bliss. “Please baby,” I whimpered, trying to wiggle my hips enough to press my clit against his pubic bone. “Let go. I need to come bad.” I looked down at him, my lower lip in a pout. “You got me so hot in the restaurant I was ready to fuck our waiter. Now you won’t even let me come.”
My husband grinned up at me. “You can come in a minute. I promise. You can come as many times as you want to. And knowing you, that will be at least five or six times. But first we’re going to play a little game.”
I raised an eyebrow, and Ray’s grin grew wider.
I had known something like this was coming. Any time my husband booked a room at an expensive downtown hotel and treated me to a gourmet dinner, he had something more planned than a night of simple sexual pleasure. Even though our nights of simple sexual pleasure were usually extremely pleasurable and often far from simple.
For this unfolding sexcapade, Ray had even sprung for a new outfit, which he had insisted I wear to dinner. “Jesus, honey,” I had said holding up the little ivory silk slip dress. “This looks like I should wear it to bed, not out in public.”
However, with Ray’s encouragement I put the dress on, along with tiny thong panties and a matching pair of ankle strap fuck-me pumps. Fortunately my 34C breasts are firm enough that I didn’t need a bra, and my tanned legs look great without stockings. Also, fortunately for my husband, I enjoyed showing off my body and was pleased to indulge him in that way whenever he wanted me to. Maybe it even turned me on a little. Okay, maybe it turned me on a lot.
This particular dress was so sheer it was almost transparent, allowing anyone who cared to look to see my dark pink nipples through the silk. With no bra, those hard nipples poking out like thimbles drew quite a few stares, along with smiles from the men and scowls from the women. Fortunately the maitre d’, the wine steward and the wait staff were all male, and they buzzed around our table like drones catering to the queen bee.
The dress was also short enough to please the leg men in the crowd, hitting me at mid-thigh and showing the cheeks of my ass whenever I crossed my legs or slid in and out of our booth. When we hit the hotel bar for a nightcap after dinner, Ray encouraged me to “accidentally” spread my knees a little wider than necessary, giving several men a quick glimpse of the lace-trimmed thong he had selected to go with the dress.
There was one man in particular who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me. When I mentioned how attentive he was to my nipple display, and how eagerly he seemed to want to look up my dress, Ray encouraged me to give him a show. So I did.
Never looking directly at him, I slid off my barstool for a moment, then hopped back on, my hem now four inches higher than before. The man, who looked ruggedly handsome and wore an obviously expensive suit, could now easily see the crotch of my tiny panties. I was fairly sure he could even see through the virtually transparent silk and get a peek at my clean-shaven pussy”"a pussy that was growing wetter and rosier by the minute.
As I casually spread my knees apart and turned in the man’s direction, Ray leaned close and whispered in my ear. “Go to the bathroom and take your panties off. Let’s make sure your audience gets a good look at the sweet pussy I’m going to be fucking in a few minutes.”
I grinned and slid off the stool, this time letting my dress ride up all the way over my ass. I also bent down to adjust my ankle strap, making sure the handsome voyeur got an eyeful of my cleavage.
I returned from the restroom with my panties in my purse, only to discover that the object of my teasing was gone.
“Too bad,” Ray said. “He missed the best part.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I replied, leaning close. “I’m already so hot I’m about to have a pussy meltdown. You better take me upstairs and fuck me, or I’ll have to ask that cute bartender if he would be interested.”
Ray quickly whisked me to the elevator and up to our room, and once there he had me naked in seconds. But now that we were fucking, he was refusing to let me reach my climax, until we played whatever game he had in mind.
“Okay,” I said, continuing to wiggle my hips as much as his grip would allow. “What’s the game? Let’s hurry up and play it so I can come. Otherwise I’m going to abandon your dick and give myself a good finger fuck.”
Ray smiled mischievously, then reached under the pillow and pulled out his iPod. I watched quizzically as he unrolled the wires and put one of the earbuds in my ear. He put the other in his ear, then pressed the dial and scrolled through the menu until he found what he wanted. As he turned the screen toward me, I realized he had downloaded an X-rated video.
The first scene started with a close-up of a blonde being fucked by a man with a very large dick. The woman looked familiar, and I remembered that Ray and I had watched the same video a couple of months earlier. It was a compilation of scenes from various other videos, each scene showing a woman with two or three men.
Ray laid the iPod on the pillow next to his shoulder. “Remember this?” he said grinning up at me.
“Yes.” I felt myself blushing. “I remember.” What I remembered was getting so hot watching one woman take on two men that I had ended up fucking and sucking Ray and myself nearly senseless. Although Ray and I had watched porn together several times, that had been the first time I’d actually seen a boy-girl-boy threesome. I’d admitted to Ray afterward that the idea of two men fucking one woman was intensely arousing.
“As if I couldn’t tell,” he’d said, grinning at me.
Now, as the scene on the iPod changed to another threesome, Ray said, “Okay. The game is called “‘Show and Tell.’ I’ll show you a sexy scene from a video, and you have to tell me what’s going on. I can’t see the screen, so you have to be as explicit as possible. I’ve downloaded a bunch of new scenes, so you won’t be bored watching the same video we saw before.”
I grinned down at my husband. “I think I might like this game. Do I get to come anytime I want to?”
“Anytime you want to,” Ray said. “And as many times as you want to.” He picked up the iPod for a moment and turned up the volume, then laid it back on the pillow. The audio through the earbud was a sexy jazz track behind the groans and moans of a woman having sex. This time it was a skinny brunette with long hair, getting fucked from behind by a black man with a huge cock.
I watched the video, amazed at the size of the man’s cock and even more amazed that the woman could so easily take it all in her pussy.
Ray slapped me on one ass cheek. “Hey!” he said. “This is Show and Tell. You have to tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh yeah. Well, there’s a skinny brunette with silicone boobs getting fucked from behind by a black man with a cock about as big as a baseball bat. Now there’s another man standing in front of her. He’s white. She’s got his cock in her mouth. They’re both fucking her. Now the black man has taken out his cock and is slapping her ass with it. Jesus! It’s huge! And it’s all wet and shiny. Now he’s sticking it back in”"all the way to his balls. The white guy looks ready to come. She’s not sucking anymore, just holding her mouth open, waiting for him to . . . oh, he’s coming! It’s squirting all over her tongue and chin and breasts. Oooh, that looks nasty. Now the black guy has pulled out and is squirting come all over her ass.”
“So is it sexy? Watching two men fuck her at the same time?” Ray was watching my expression as I watched the tiny screen.
“It’s sexy all right,” I said, watching the woman wipe come from her cheeks and chin. She was looking up at the white guy, grinning at him as she slowly licked her fingers clean.
“So do you think you’d like to try it sometime? Having two men at once. Would that be hot?”
“It could be pretty hot,” I said. “Depending on the circumstances and the man.” I could feel my pussy getting wetter thinking about it. “What about you?” I asked. “Do you think it would be erotic? Could you handle me getting fucked by another man right in front of you?”
“I could handle it,” Ray said. “Depending on the circumstances. And the man. And as long as I was fucking you too.” He slid one hand down to my ass and cupped my bottom, then slipped his fingers down into the valley between my ass cheeks. One of them grazed the taut rosebud of my asshole, swirling over the sensitive flesh. Then he pushed, probing my asshole with his fingertip.
My initial reaction was to tighten my sphincter, but then I forced myself to relax, letting him slip his finger inside me. As he did so, my level of arousal rose dramatically, and I pressed my pussy down hard over his erection.
“So tell me what’s happening,” Ray said as he played with my ass. “Who’s getting fucked now?”
“Another brunette, but with short hair. Sort of like mine. She’s on a couch with two men. They’re both white. They are playing with her breasts and pussy and she’s holding their cocks.”
“What is she wearing?” Ray slid his other hand down over my back to my ass, squeezing one of my cheeks as his finger slid deeper into me.
“Nothing”"except a couple of tattoos,” I said, “A dragon around her ankle and a butterfly on her boob. And she’s got surprisingly natural-looking titties.”
“Show me,” Ray said, turning his face toward the iPod.
I covered the screen with one hand. “No way,” I said. “You’re showing, I’m telling. You made the rules.”
“So tell already. What’s happening now?”
“She’s on her knees on the floor, sucking one man’s cock while she strokes the other guy. Now she’s switching, sucking off the second guy. Wow! She’s deep-throating him! Now the first guy is on his back on the floor and she’s straddling him, squatting down. Jeez, where do they find all these men with such big cocks? Now she’s sliding her pussy down really slow. She’s fucking him just like I’m fucking you.”
“What’s the other guy doing?” Ray asked.
“He’s standing there watching, playing with his cock. Sort of jacking off. Now he’s kneeling behind her. Between the first man’s legs.”
Ray’s hands caressing my ass cheeks with a finger up my backside felt wonderful, and the combined effects of the hot video and the sensation of that probing finger had me just a heartbeat away from orgasm.
“Oh Jesus,” I said, watching the tiny screen. “He’s putting his finger in her ass. She’s moaning, tilting her ass up. I think she likes it. You can see the first guy’s dick in her pussy. It’s all the way in to his balls. Oh shit! Now the guy behind her has got two fingers in her. He’s going to fuck her in the ass!”
Ray suddenly pulled his finger out of my ass and I whimpered in disappointment. Then I moaned in pleasure as he shoved it back in, even deeper than before. Now it felt like two fingers in my ass, and I rubbed my breasts against his chest, humping my hips as he caressed my bottom and finger-fucked my asshole.
On the screen the brunette was getting double-fucked by two big dicks, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Just the thought of it was an erotic turn-on, but watching it actually happen was ten times more arousing.
Suddenly something drew my attention away from the video, and I stopped moving, trying to sort out the sensations I was experiencing.
Because there was no way Ray could be cupping both cheeks of my ass at the same time and also be fingering my asshole. Especially not when another hand was stroking my back and shoulders!
“Ray! What’s going on?” I pushed up, trying to lift myself off his chest and turn around. His hands moved quickly to my shoulders, holding me still. But there were still hands caressing my bottom and fingering my asshole.
“Easy sweetheart, just relax,” Ray murmured. “This is the rest of my surprise. Something I know you want.”
“Ray! I don’t . . . Oh!” The two fingers in my ass were joined by a third, stretching me wider. “Ohhh fuck! Fuuuck!” I moaned as I felt the fingers go deeper, well past the knuckles. The sensation was one of pure pleasure, heightened by the X-rated scene on the iPod. For the first time in my life I was in bed with two men at the same time!
Ray relaxed his grip for a moment, and I managed to look back over my shoulder. I was not totally surprised to find the good-looking man I had flashed in the bar standing behind me, smiling slyly. I saw that he was still wearing his suit pants, with his dress shirt untucked and unbuttoned. He had a sprinkling of chest hair and very buff pecs and abs.
I could see that the door to the adjoining room was standing open. My attention had been so focused on fucking my husband and playing his game of Show and Tell that I hadn’t heard the man come into our room.
“Sweetheart,” Ray said. “I want you to meet Tony. Tony is the new VP in the Seattle office. He’ll be coming into town every month or so. He’s single and charming and a very nice guy. I think you’ll like him.”
I stared over my shoulder at the man for a moment, then smiled. “I hope so,” I said. “Since he’s already got his fingers in my ass.”
Ray chuckled. “So, Tony, I guess you’ve met my wife Suzanne.”
Tony grinned. “Sort of,” he said. “Hi Suzanne.” He removed his fingers from my ass and continued undressing.
I turned back to my husband. “You sneaky bastard,” I whispered. “You really set me up, didn’t you?”
“Only for something I knew would turn you on. I’m just helping you fulfill one of your fantasies.”
“And one of yours,” I countered.
“Guilty as charged,” Ray said with a grin. “So why don’t we just relax and enjoy it?”
I felt the bed shift as Tony moved up behind me. I spread my legs to give him room.
His groin brushed against my ass cheeks as he leaned forward to run his hands over my back and down my rib cage. I lifted myself off Ray slightly so Tony could reach in and squeeze my breasts. After a moment his hands slid back to my waist, then to my bottom. I felt a cool sensation as he applied some lubricant. Then his cock was at the entrance to my asshole and he was holding my hips, pushing himself into me.
“Ohhh God!” I moaned. “Go slowly. Yes . . . like that! Yes. Oh God yes! Yes!”
Tony had shoved so deeply into me that I could feel his balls against my bottom. With Ray’s dick still in my pussy I felt completely full of cock. Overwhelmingly full of cock.
As Tony began to slide in and out I arched my back and tilted my ass up to give him a better angle. The iPod earbud had come loose but at that moment I didn’t care about the Show and Tell game, or that Ray had set me up, or that a virtual stranger was fucking me in the ass. All I cared about was that he keep doing it, keep satisfying the urgent need surging through my body, setting every nerve ending alight.
Ray had begun to move in and out of me too, and within minutes both men had established a mutual rhythm. They fucked me in tandem, each stroke sending a rush of pleasure flooding through me.
Suddenly Tony gripped my bottom tightly, and I knew he was about to fill my ass with come. I felt Ray tense and push up into me, and I realized he was also ready to climax.
Then it was actually happening! Both men began to ejaculate, moaning and grunting as they squirted warm come into my ass and pussy. Their simultaneous orgasms ignited my own climax, and it swept over me like a rolling breaker, tossing and tumbling me helplessly in a sea of ecstasy. I screamed as my hips bucked uncontrollably, my ass and pussy squeezing tightly over the hard cocks inside me. In that moment my only desire was that they keep fucking me, keep jerking and squirting and filling me with their wonderful come.
Finally my cries of bliss began to fade and I collapsed on Ray’s chest, breathless and sweaty, trembling with tiny aftershocks of pleasure. Tony rolled off me to lie beside us, his own breath coming in deep sighs. Our mutual climax had been one of the most intensely erotic experiences of my life, and although I was totally sated at the moment, I knew it was something I wanted to happen again.
It took several minutes for the three of us to catch our breath, but finally I rolled onto my back between the two men. “Jesus Christ,” I said with a deep sigh. “That was fucking incredible!”
“So can we say you enjoyed your first m nage a trois?” Ray asked.
“Couldn’t you tell? I came so hard I almost passed out. I’m surprised hotel security hasn’t come to check on all the screaming.”
Tony chuckled. “Ray told me you could be pretty loud. I must say he was right.”
I felt myself blush, then reached down and took hold of the two cocks that had just double-fucked me. They were surprisingly erect, and grew more so as I held them in my hands. “Did Ray also tell you that I’m a little insatiable? That once is never enough?”
“He did,” Tony answered. “That’s why we booked this room for another night.”
“And why we each took a couple of little blue pills,” Ray said. “We wanted to make sure we didn’t disappoint you.”
I smiled and squeezed their cocks, which had already risen back to full erection.
“Sugar,” I told him, “with twenty-four more hours and this much cock to play with, there is no way I’m going to be disappointed.”
Both men turned to me at the same time, each fondling a breast. It seemed the cocks in my hands had grown even larger. Somewhere among the twisted sheets and scattered pillows I could hear the very faint sounds still coming from the iPod, the sounds of a woman and two men fucking. A m nage, I had decided, that made a perfect combination.
Brian pushed the entire length of his huge cock inside Emma’s pussy with one hard thrust, making her gasp in sur prise. This definitely was something dif ferent, Emma thought. Very different.
She was used to Brian starting off with slow, shallow back-and-forth strokes when they fucked, allowing her cunt to get used to the dimensions of his oversize dick. It had taken a lot of getting used to. She remembered the first time Brian took her to bed, and her somewhat frightened reaction when she saw how big he was.
Emma was no blushing virgin at the time. Even though she was only 19, she already had been with more than a dozen men. Still, none of them had a cock as long or as big around as Brian’s. It was uncircumcised, with ropy veins like the ones on a flexing bodybuilder’s arms. Its loose, leathery foreskin covered a pink cockhead that looked as big as a shiny apple when it was exposed.
Brian had been extremely gentle that first night. He licked Emma’s pussy for what felt like an hour, making her lubricate so much that she was practically dripping with desire. At the same time, he used his long fingers to convince her vagina to relax as much as possible, inserting first one and then two and then more. He said he wanted to open her pussy up like the petals of a beautiful flower. She liked that. It sounded romantic.
They tongue-kissed while he pushed four fingers in and out of her cunt at the same time, using the thumb of that hand to massage her clit. She was tugging on his incredible cock, covering and uncovering its fat head, occasionally dancing her fingers down his stalk to play with his heavy balls. Brian didn’t rush things at all that night, which had the effect of making her want him more with each passing second.
He finally got between her legs and placed the swollen head of his cock against the soft outer lips of her cunt. She was so turned on by then that she couldn’t wait to have him inside her body. He still told her to be patient, though. He apparently knew from expe rience that slow and easy was the best way to introduce a hard-on like his to a new lover, no matter how ready a girl thought she might be.
When she felt him begin pushing inside her that night, she realized that he knew best. His cock was so overwhelmingly thick that she briefly forgot to breathe. He told her to pull her knees up higher and closer to her tits, to make things easier. She obeyed as if hypnotized. Brian worked another inch of his cockmeat inside her body, then another. Emma subconsciously reached down to rub her clit.
Brian took a full minute to get his whole hard-on inside her pussy. When Emma finally felt his balls pressing against the bottom of her overstretched slot, she shuddered with helpless ecstasy. Brian had been so right. Slow and easy had made things absolutely amazing.
There was nothing slow and easy about the way he was wielding that big cock of his tonight, though. Emma was damned glad he had given her a good pussy-eating first, and that her cunt was conditioned from prior experience to accept its incredible girth.
“Wow,” she said, wide-eyed and a little bit flushed. “Somebody is sure impatient.”
Brian’s curt, no-nonsense response was, “You’re wet enough to take it.” He slipped a hand down her bare back and between the round cheeks of her butt while he fucked her. His middle finger found her hot little asshole. He insinuated the tip inside her puckered anus, then pushed inside to the second knuckle.
Brian finger-fucked Emma’s hot, silky shithole while energetically pumping her shaved pussy with his cock. Some of her girl-juice dribbled from her creaming cunt and down around the curve of her crack, providing lubrication for Brian’s wriggling finger.
Emma was about to say something else when Brian quickly put his mouth on hers for a hungry French kiss. She responded in kind, licking and caressing his tongue while he fucked her.
She wasn’t used to Brian being anywhere near this forceful, direct, silent and almost savage in bed. Unlike most of the other guys she had dated, Brian always had acted like a gentleman, not an animal. He liked to fuck, no doubt about that. But he always was more loving, sweet and sensitive to her needs than any of her other boyfriends had been.
Part of his attitude may have been due to the decade’s worth of difference in their ages. Emma had spent the year since graduating high school saving up for college, where she would be going away to study fashion design in the fall. At 29, Brian already had a career in business and a nicely decorated condo. He also had a lot of cash to spend on a very horny teenager who liked getting presents as much as she liked getting attention. In Emma’s opinion, that made the two of them very compatible.
She decided to stop trying to make conversation and simply enjoy Brian’s uncharacteristic passion. They didn’t have much longer to be together. Emma would be leaving for college in a couple of weeks. Brian had promised he would visit, but his job demand ed a lot of his time. After she left, she doubted that they would see each other until she was home for a mid- semester break.
Maybe that’s why Brian was so hot for her tonight. He probably wanted to make the most of the time that they had left.
Emma decided that she didn’t mind being taken so abruptly. Seeing Brian this way actually was kind of exciting. Even without any tender preliminaries, she loved the stuffed-full feeling of nasty nirvana that she experienced whenever they fucked. She was a big girl, not the kind of immature brat who needed to be sweet-talked and romanced every time she got laid.
She reached under one of her legs to encircle the base of Brian’s wonderful dick with her thumb and forefinger, like a cock ring. They didn’t quite make it all the way around the circumference of his throbbing pole, but close enough. His heavy balls swung against the back of her hand each time he slammed inside her body.
Emma already was on the verge of climaxing. That’s because another advan tage of being fucked by a dick as big as Brian’s was that her sensitive clit became exposed and massaged by the act itself. Her outer cunt lips stretched apart so wide that the hood of flesh over her love button was completely drawn back. That meant her uncovered love nub rubbed directly against the top of Brian’s plunging pole with each thrust. Her clit was like a little tongue tip that kept giving his cock a lick each time it slid past.
She moved her hand down to palm his scrotum, rolling his balls against each other. Brian put his mouth close to her ear, breathing very heavily. Emma expected him to say how much he loved her, or to tell her how good what she was doing felt, or to groan that he never wanted this incredible fuck to end.
Instead, however, Brian whispered to her, “I know about you and Dave.”
Emma froze in shock, but Brian kept fucking her pussy and fingering her little asshole as if nothing had changed. Emma’s brain went into overdrive. How could Brian have found out that she fucked the cute guy she met at Danielle’s pool party last Friday?
Brian had to work late that night, so Emma had gone to the party by herself. Her former classmate Danielle always threw great blowouts at her parents’ house when they were away, and Emma didn’t want to miss the last big one of the summer.
Dave was Danielle’s 20-year-old cousin, visiting from out of town. Emma’s pussy tingled the first time she saw him standing beside the pool. They hit it off immediately. She could tell from the way he kept eyeing her tits that he wanted to be more than friends.
She hardly could blame him for staring. Her red bikini top was barely big enough to cover her nipples, and the suit’s skimpy bottom was so tight that she was showing some very obvious camel toe. Emma wasn’t ashamed of being the kind of girl who liked showing off her assets.
She didn’t think anyone saw her and Dave sneak inside Danielle’s parents’ house and retire to a back bedroom. What started there as a relatively innocent make-out session got several degrees hotter when Dave put his hand under Emma’s bikini top to play with one of her tits.
From what Emma had heard, her breasts were much more sensitive than those of other girls. She remembered once telling a group of friends who were sharing intimate secrets at a sleep-over that she could make herself climax just by playing with her boobs. They looked at her like she was a weirdo, and one of them actually called her a liar. Everyone else said they had to rely on “rubbing the nubbin,” shower-massage attachments, their moms’ vibrators or, in one case, leaning against a washing machine during the spin cycle. But what Emma said had been true.
So when Dave gently pinched one of her hypersensitive nipples and began rolling it between his thumb and index finger, Emma moaned with helpless pleasure that was too intense to hide. Encouraged by that reaction, Dave pushed both sides of her red bikini top away from her firm, round breasts. He started sucking one of them, then the other, making Emma whimper. She couldn’t help rubbing her pussy mound through her tight bikini bottom, in the dark bedroom lit only by party lights from outside.
She felt guilty knowing she was cheating on Brian, but not guilty enough to stop what was happening. When Dave dropped his swim trunks, Emma got on her knees and sucked his cock without any hesitation. His dick wasn’t as big as Brian’s, but it definitely wasn’t small. She loved the way it tilted up at a curve, and how his nuts were drawn up very tightly against the base of his smooth shaft. She sucked one of his balls while she jerked on his dick, then sucked his other ball.
Dave made her stop long enough for him to pull off both halves of Emma’s bikini, leaving both of them naked. He pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her in 69 position, burying his face between her thighs in order to lick her pussy. She grabbed his stiff dick again and sucked it while he ate her.
She loved the way he was flicking her clit with his tongue, but he didn’t stay down there long. Emma had a feeling that it might be because he didn’t want to climax without getting the chance to fuck her. His cock already had leaked a few drops of come onto her tongue. She was proud of the fact that she was able to make a boy as good-looking as Dave lose control so quickly.
He hurriedly changed position. His whole body shuddered as he pushed his throbbing hard-on inside Emma’s cunt. “Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned. “So fucking good.” He was sweating as he pistoned his cock in and out of her slot.
Dave was the first guy Emma had fucked since hooking up with Brian a month earlier. She had wondered if other men would be able to satisfy her sexually, now that she had been impaled so many times by Brian’s far-above-average cock. She was pleased to note that getting screwed by a less enormous erection still felt pretty goddamned good.
She wanted to see Dave come. “Pull out when you’re ready to do it,” she said. “I want to watch.”
“Okay,” Dave grunted. His face already was straining against the inevitable. Seconds later, he slipped free of her pussy to shoot a half-dozen ropes of semen across her flat belly and her saliva-wet tits. The streamers glistened on her body in the weak light coming from outside the bedroom window.
Emma jerked even more come out of Dave’s slippery prick after the spurting stopped. Then she used both hands to rub the thick, pearly stuff all over her bare tits, concentrating on their sensitive tips.
“Eat my pussy some more now,” she whimpered, tugging and twisting her pro truding nipples. “Right now, damn it!”
Dave clamped his mouth on her creamy cunt and sucked her clit. Emma kept pinching and pulling her semen-slimed nipples until she began bucking on the bed. She kept her mouth shut tight during her climax, not wanting to make any noise that might attract attention from outside, but tears were running from her eyes.
A quick dip in the pool after she got back into her bikini washed away the evidence. The fuck had been nice, but it hadn’t meant anything special to Emma, especially considering that Dave was a bit on the immature side. She hadn’t much liked having to tell him what to do to get her off after he came. Brian never needed those kinds of instructions.
Her brief fling with Dave was just one of those no-strings hookups that happen at a party. She knew it had been wrong, but then again, it wasn’t as if she and Brian were married. She never intended to tell Brian about it, and she couldn’t imagine he would find out, so what was the harm?
But apparently he had found out.
“You . . . you know about that?” she asked. Brian’s massive cock was still sliding in and out of her fuckhole, giving her a curious combination of sensations: intense pleasure, embarrassed guilt and a frisson of fear.
“I sure do.” Instead of saying more, Brian moved his head to gently bite one of Emma’s stiff, inch-long nipples and gently tug it with his teeth. He knew that drove her crazy. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock with excitement.
Emma managed to ask, “And . . . and you don’t mind?”
Brian replied by slipping his cock out of her tight pussy and his middle finger out of her hot asshole. He cupped her firm butt cheeks in both hands, lifting Emma’s lower body off the mattress.
“I don’t mind a bit,” he said.
Then he put his open mouth on her creamy, gap ing cunt, like he wanted to taste every bit of her pussy at the same time. He swirled his tongue around her glistening outer lips, then plunged it inside her slippery opening as if it were a miniature cock. Then he licked and sucked the bulging pink bead of her clit.
Emma writhed on the bed, reaching up and behind herself to grab two handfuls of sheet. Brian massaged her clit with the pad of a thumb. He put his other forearm behind both of her legs so he could push her knees directly against her tits, tilting her ass up high in the process. He slid his tongue down the meaty ribbons of her pussy and across her smooth taint. Then he flicked it around her clenched-tight asshole in ever-smaller circles, until he was probing inside the rim of her anus itself.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Emma sighed, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. “Lick my asshole. Lick my asshole like it’s my pussy.”
Brian did as he was told. Then he spread Emma’s knees and pushed his oversize cock inside her cunt again. Emma threw her arms around his neck and bucked her crotch against his thrusting tool. “You’re the best,” she said. “You’re the fucking best, and you know it.”
Once again, Brian said something that was completely unexpected. “You’re going to fuck a lot more boys when you get to college. And you’re going to suck a lot more cocks too. Aren’t you, Emma?”
That’s when Emma caught on. Brian wasn’t upset about her fucking Dave. He also wasn’t angry that there might be more Daves in her future. He seemed to like the idea.
All she said was, “Maybe.”
Brian probed her asshole with two fingers while he kept fucking her pussy with deep, regular strokes. “I want you to,” he said. “I like thinking about you with other guys.”
Emma half-closed her eyes and gave him a naughty smile, gently running her fingernails down his back. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely,” Brian said. “I’d love to see you with another guy’s cock in your mouth, nursing on the head and sucking him right down to his balls. I want you to suck off every guy you want. Promise you’ll do that?”
“I don’t know how I could resist,” Emma replied, squeezing down on Brian’s probing fingers with her clutching asshole. “You know how much I love cock.”
“I sure do. I don’t know what’s hotter, the idea of you swallowing their come, or letting them shoot it all over your beautiful face. You look so good with come dripping off your chin. So incredibly sexy.”
“How about fucking them?” Emma squirmed like a slut beneath his body, shamelessly rubbing her shaved mound against the base of his thick cock. “Are you sure you don’t want me to be a tease when it comes to giving my pussy to strangers?”
“Absolutely not. I want you to fuck every guy who wants you. There shouldn’t be a day that goes by without you taking a new stiff cock inside your tight, delicious cunt.” Brian emphasized the point with an especially hard thrust into Emma’s body, making her groan.
Emma decided to take things up a level. “Only one man at a time? Or would more than one be okay?”
“You could take on a roomful of stiff-dicked men every night,” Brian panted through clenched teeth. He was fucking Emma so hard that the bed squeaked as if it would collapse. “A half-dozen hard fuckers should gang-bang you at a time. One up your tight little asshole, one fucking your hot pussy, two in your hungry mouth, and you would be jerking off two more with your hands.”
Emma put her mouth directly against Brian’s ear. “That sounds wonderful, lover,” she whispered. “I promise you, I’ll be the filthiest, nastiest slut on campus. I’ll fuck strangers, screw other girls’ boyfriends behind their backs, suck off my professors and be a total whore. And I’ll call you every night, to tell you about every guy who puts his hard dick in me. Unless I’m too busy fucking to call, that is.”
Brian pushed every inch of his huge hard-on into her cunt and exploded. His dick was buried so deep that his cockhead was pressed directly against Emma’s cervix. She felt him coming and coming, one hot jet after another. There was so much of the stuff that his semen squirted out of her overfilled pussy around the base of his cock.
He put his mouth on hers for a long, lingering kiss. When he pulled away, Emma looked at him adoringly. She quietly asked, “You weren’t just saying those things in the heat of passion, were you?”
She desperately hoped he had been serious. She knew herself well enough to realize that she would do as she pleased at college no matter what Brian said. But it would be so much sexier if she had his permission to act like a complete nympho slut, and to be able to share every dirty detail with him. What could be more empowering than that?
“I meant every word,” Brian breathed, admiring her naked body. He reached for one of her nipples and tugged it, making her arch her back with pleasure. “You can start by telling me all about Dave.”
Emma the newly empowered was powerless to resist.•
“Damn!” I hit the steering wheel with my fist, breaking a newly manicured nail. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” I pounded the wheel with both hands. How could a brand new car just suddenly up and die? And do it on a dirt road in the middle of fucking godforsaken nowhere? In a place where I couldn’t even get a fucking cell phone signal! I couldn’t have run out of gas. I was in a 40-fucking-miles-per-gallon Mini Cooper, for chrissake!
I got out of the Mini and looked in all directions. The rutted dirt road curved around a little hill off to the right, but otherwise the land was west Texas flat, broken only by random herds of cattle and the occasional windmill. And gas wells. Lots of gas wells. Which was the reason my best friend Elaine had left Austin to marry a rancher.
I reached in my purse and pulled out the invitation to the bachelorette party which Elaine was throwing for our mutual friend Amber. The little map on the invitation made no more sense now than it had when I first looked at it. It looked like I was going to miss one of the best blowouts of the year. The dozen girls in our group of 30-something friends were known to get pretty raunchy any time we got together, but for a bachelorette party it was girls gone way wild.
I had cowgirled up for the party by wearing the tightest Daisy Duke cutoffs I could squeeze my ass into, with a red bandanna halter top tied beneath my breasts to show off my ample cleavage and my flat tummy. I had even added a tiny diamond horseshoe to my belly button for the occasion. Red cowboy boots completed my outfit, which I knew looked pretty damn hot.
My gag gift for Amber was a prettily wrapped eight-inch pink vibrating dildo. A dildo itself wouldn’t be a gag gift. But this one had a recorded chip that kept repeating “Oh yeah, baby, shove me in! More! More! Deeper! Deeper!” The card that went with the present read, “Cowgirls Love to Ride Stallions,” and opened to a photo of a well-built hottie in nothing but leather chaps and a cowboy hat, sporting a 10-inch erection that made my mouth water and my pussy wet.
Knowing Amber, the talking vibrator would probably be put to use before the party was over. If I ever got to the damn party.
Six months earlier Amber had hosted Elaine’s bachelorette bash, hiring three well-hung male strippers to make sure Elaine had a memorable last night before becoming a rancher’s wife. After lots of giggling and lap dances and gallons of tequila, Elaine and several of the girls got their hands around the dancers’ dicks for some naughty touchy-feely. But the real action happened after the party was over.
I had taken a long pee break to eliminate about a dozen tequila shooters, and when I came out of the bathroom everyone was gone except Amber and two of the strippers. Amber was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but her ankle bracelet, getting kissed and fondled and finger fucked by the two guys, one on either side of her.
After a few minutes of standing in the doorway watching Amber alternate tongue sucks between the two guys, I had my miniskirt up around my waist and my hand down in my panties.
Amber finally rolled to one side and took one of the dancer’s cocks into her mouth. The other guy slid around behind her, lifting her ass to get her in position. Half a minute later he had buried himself in her cunt, causing her to momentarily stop sucking cock and moan “Oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . God!” Considering that the stripper’s cock was about the size of my forearm, I understood her response.
I was just about to get myself off with my fingers when I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I turned around to find the third stripper standing there. Before I could move he put his arms around me, his hand reaching to cover mine, which was still inside my panties. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips close to my ear. “Sexy, isn’t it?” he whispered. “Watching your friend get fucked.” Then he ran his tongue over my ear and I shuddered, half closing my eyes. His hand was squeezing my own, encouraging me to keep fingering my pussy. I complied, playing with myself, watching Amber, feeling the dancer’s hard cock pressing against the cheeks of my ass.
As I brought myself close to the edge of orgasm, I slid my free hand around behind me, reaching for the stripper’s cock. It felt huge, and I caught my breath in anticipation. The dancer leaned forward and whispered in my ear again. “Bend over,” he said. “And spread your legs.”
I leaned forward, reaching out with both hands to brace myself in the doorway, spreading my legs and tilting my ass up eagerly. The dancer pulled my panty crotch aside, and I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down my wet slit. As the smooth head touched my clit my knees momentarily buckled, and I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes pleading. “Please,” I whispered. “Do it. Put it “
Before I could finish he thrust his hips forward, shoving himself into me. By the time he had pulled out and pushed back in again I was coming, moaning so loudly that Amber stopped sucking cock long enough to look my way. She watched for a moment, then smiled and turned her attention back to the cock in front of her face.
Soon after that I came again on Amber’s bed, on my back, naked, with my legs over the shoulders of the hot-bodied big-dicked dancer. I came again about two in the morning, double-fucking the other two dancers who had double-fucked Amber.
And now my naughty friend was having one last fling before taking herself out of circulation. And I was going to miss it!
I reached into the car and tried the ignition key, but got nothing but a discouraging “Rrr, rrr.” I tried my cell phone again and got the same “no signal” message. It looked like my best bet would be to either walk down the road and see what was beyond the curve, or climb the hill and see if my cell phone would work at a higher elevation. Climbing the hill would mean jumping a ditch and climbing through a barbed wire fence, but I decided to try that first.
Jumping the ditch was simple enough, but getting through the chest-high fence wasn’t so easy. The strands were tight and close together, and I couldn’t hold them open enough to get through without snagging myself on the sharp barbs. After several futile attempts I decided to try climbing over. I had climbed two strands and just started to hike one boot over the top wire when a huge black and chrome pickup truck suddenly sped around the curve, roaring up in a cloud of dust, heading straight towards my little canary-yellow Mini Cooper. Both startled and elated, I tried to wave, but lost my footing and fell, snagging the seat of my cutoffs on the barbs. I suddenly found myself half upside down, with a sharp barb poking me in the butt while it held me pinned to the fence. It hurt like hell, and I had to hold on tightly to the fence post to keep from getting scratched even more.
The man driving the truck slammed on the brakes and slid to a stop just a few feet from my new car. He was wearing a sweat-stained cowboy hat and a faded western shirt with the sleeves ripped out. His window was open, and even from my awkward position on the fence I could see he was Marlboro-Man good looking. He stared down at my Mini Cooper as if he was seeing a UFO, and then turned to look at me.
“Well Jesus Christ, don’t just sit there!” I yelled. “Come help me! Can’t you see I’m stuck?”
The man studied me for a moment, his astonishment turning to amusement. Finally he opened the door and slid out. He stepped easily across the ditch, then wrapped one arm around my knees and lifted me enough to unsnag my cutoffs from the wire barb. As he let me down I muttered a lame “Thank you,” scrambling to get upright so I could look at my bottom. The barb had ripped a six-inch L-shaped tear in the seat of my shorts, and left a bright red scratch and a bleeding hole where it had poked my butt. I couldn’t see all of the scratch, which curved down under my ass cheek, but I knew it was deep. “Is it bad?” I asked, twisting around to try to see.
“Might want to put some antiseptic on it.”
I looked up at the cowboy, who was staring at my bottom with obvious delight. An inch or two of my red thong was visible above the low-rise waistband of the cutoffs, and a large triangular patch of scratched bare bottom showed through the flap of the tear. Cowboy glanced up and smiled. The man was not only handsome, but buff as well, and had on a pair of jeans so tight they looked molded to the curve of his butt.
“Yeah, well, I suppose there’s a drugstore just around the corner,” I said sarcastically.
“Sort of,” he replied, ignoring my tone. “I’ve got a first-aid kit in the barn. You can follow me.”
“I would if my car would start,” I said. “It died. God knows why. It’s brand new.” The cowboy looked at my little yellow car. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell what he was thinking. “It’s really more of a city car,” I said defensively.
He glanced at me, not quite able to suppress a grin, then reached out a hand to help me across the ditch. “Let’s get you doctored up,” he said. “Then I’ll take a look at it. I’m pretty good with tractors and lawn mowers and such.”
I grabbed my purse and locked the Mini. “It gets 40 miles to the gallon,” I said. “On the highway.”
Cowboy’s grin grew wider. “You might want to keep it on the highway. These back roads must be rough on a little thing like that. What are you doing out here anyway?” He opened the passenger door of the pickup and I climbed up. I winced in pain as I slid up onto the padded leather seat, then angled my butt to take the pressure off the scratch.
“Well, I’m supposed to be at a party,” I said. “At the Davis ranch. I guess I missed a turn somewhere.”
Cowboy had climbed up and started the truck. He backed up to a cattle guard over the ditch and turned the truck around. As he drove around the curve he said, “Jake Davis’s place is a mile further west. Butts up to mine at the section line. I heard he married a city girl a while back.”
“What’s wrong with city girls?” I asked, bristling. My ass hurt, and I didn’t need any more crap from a redneck cowboy who could make fun of a car just by looking at it.
Cowboy gave me a surprised look. His eyes went to my red boots, then up my bare legs to my tight cutoffs and bare waist. He studied my belly button jewelry, then looked admiringly at my cleavage. I could feel my nipples getting hard, but kept myself from looking down to see how visible they were. When he finally looked up at my face and smiled, I felt like I’d just been undressed.
“Nothing wrong with city girls at all, far as I can tell,” he said, his perfect teeth flashing white in his tanned face. “Unless you count skill at climbing barbed wire fences.”
“My boots slipped,” I said defensively, crossing my arms over my breasts.
Cowboy glanced over at me again, giving me a look that made my pussy wet.
Less than half a mile around the curve we came to a corral and barn. There were three horses in the corral, and another in the barn with his head out a window.
“The house is a half a mile on,” Cowboy said. “But there’s a first-aid kit in the tack room.” As I followed Cowboy into the barn, it was hard not to admire the way his jeans hugged his buns. Or to wonder how well he was hung.
The tack room had a small desk and swivel chair against one wall, alongside an upright metal file cabinet. The rest of the room was filled with saddles, bridles and a variety of leather harnesses. Cowboy opened the metal cabinet and found a first-aid kit. He took out a bottle of antiseptic, along with a roll of gauze and some cotton swabs and tape. He set everything on the desk then turned to look at me. He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to . . .”
“Well, I can’t do it myself,” I said. “You’ll have to do it.”
“You’re gonna have to take off those shorts,” he said. “I can’t . . .”
“I know, I know,” I muttered. “Just keep your hands focused on the scratch.” I saw the slightest smile on Cowboy’s lips just before I turned and unsnapped my cutoffs. I had to wiggle my hips and work at removing the shorts, but finally had them down around my thighs. I bent over and put my hands on my knees, tilting my ass up. Cowboy rolled the swivel chair up behind me and sat down, tilting his Stetson back a few inches.
“You got a name?” he asked, opening the bottle of antiseptic. “I guess I should know who I’m doctoring.”
“I’m Nicole,” I said, biting my lip as he blotted on the stinging cleanser.
“My name is Dale, Nicole. Now hold your ass still.”
The antiseptic stung like a bitch, but I tried to hold as still as possible. I didn’t know what Dale was thinking as he played doctor, swabbing the scratch while he looked at my bare buns and the tiny strings of my skimpy thong. But to me, in spite of the pain, the situation was definitely a turn-on.
Dale finally covered the cut with gauze and tape and backed the chair up. “All done,” he said. “That should do until you can see a doctor.” I started wiggling into the cutoffs again as I looked over my shoulder. “It’s going to leave a scar, isn’t it?”
Dale made a face. “Probably,” he said. “But it shouldn’t be too bad.”
Just as I snapped my pants back together a loud scream filled the air. “Holy shit!” I yelled, automatically moving toward Dale for protection. “What the fuck was that?”
Dale wrapped an arm around my shoulders to steady me. “It’s okay,” he said. “Jesse’s just introducing one of the mares to Sundown. They’ll settle down in a minute.”
I walked to the door of the tack room and looked out. Two stalls down another cowboy was coaxing a bridled stallion up onto the rump of a whinnying mare.
My eyes opened wide as I suddenly saw the stallion’s cock. It was a tube of mottled pink and grey flesh, at least two feet long and as thick as a baseball bat.
The stallion snorted and reared again, his forelegs straddling the mare’s back. The mare lifted her tail up and off to one side and the stallion’s cock slid into her. She let out another whinnying cry and the stallion’s back legs pushed forward, driving his cock deeper.
I suddenly realized that Dale was standing right behind me, so close I could feel his chest against my back. I could also feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my bottom. As his cock brushed my bandaged scratch I winced. Dale shifted to one side, pressing his cock against my unscratched ass cheek. I stood there without moving, mesmerized by the sight of the stallion fucking the mare, and aroused by the feeling of Dale’s cock against my ass.
Dale leaned down and whispered in my ear. “There’s nothing quite like a stallion mounting a worked-up mare.”
Sundown held himself inside the mare for another minute, then slid off, his cock glistening as it swung beneath his belly. I reached one hand behind me, letting my palm cup the bulge in Dale’s jeans. His hands went around to hold my breasts, squeezing my nipples through my halter top. I had been in virtually this same situation with the stripper at Amber’s, and ended up getting royally fucked. I hoped the same thing was about to happen again.
I tilted my head back onto Dale’s shoulder and turned my face toward his. “Jesus,” I said, my voice like sandpaper. “That was amazing! I’ve never seen anything so . . . so . . .” I was still rubbing Dale’s cock through his jeans, enjoying the feel of his fingers pinching and fondling my nipples. Before I could find the words to describe what I’d seen, he turned me halfway around, leaning down to kiss me as he unsnapped my cutoffs.
He stuck his fingers in my waistband, but I stopped him, pushing him back into the tack room. “Let me,” I said, unzipping the cutoffs and wiggling out of them. This time I slipped them all the way off, easing them carefully over my bandaged bottom. Then I knelt down and unsnapped Dale’s jeans. I pulled them down to his thighs, then reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. He wasn’t quite as large as the stripper I’d fucked, but he was big enough. I licked my lips and took him in my mouth, pleased to hear him moan in pleasure.
I sucked Dale’s cock for several minutes, then stood up and pushed him down onto the swivel chair. His cock, glistening wetly from my blowjob, stuck up at just the right angle for me to mount him. I hurriedly slipped out of my thong, tossing it aside as I straddled Dale’s lap.
As I positioned my pussy over Dale’s shaft I took off his Stetson and put it on my head. “Honey,” I said with a smile, “I’m gonna ride you like you’ve never been ridden before. Just be careful of my ass.”
Dale grinned and lifted his hands to my waist, then untied the knot of my halter top. As it fell open his hands cupped my breasts, lifting them to his lips. I rested my forearms over his shoulders, then slowly lowered my pussy down on his cock.
My ass stung like crazy every time I pressed against Dale’s thighs, but the pleasure of being filled with cock overcame the pain. I closed my eyes and fucked him like I was riding a pony, moving up and down and back and forth as I straddled his lap.
Suddenly Dale gripped my waist. I stopped fucking him and opened my eyes. He was looking toward the tack room door, a big smile on his face. I glanced over my shoulder, and I was not really surprised to find Jesse watching us, his eyes open wide. I smiled at him and said, “Come on in, cowboy. We might as well make this a threesome.”
Without saying a word, Jesse walked around behind the chair, unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. Dale glanced back over his shoulder and said, “Jesse, this is Nicole. Nicole, meet Jesse.”
I took off the Stetson and tossed it aside, smiling up at Jesse. “Nice to meet you Jesse,” I said, leaning forward to take his cock in my mouth.
It took a moment to get the coordination right, but then I was sucking Jesse and fucking Dale in a nice steady rhythm. The sensation of having a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth, coupled with the pleasure of Dale squeezing my breasts and sucking my nipples, was intensely arousing. Just as I reached the point of climax I felt Dale on the verge of coming too. Then we both slid over the edge into the bliss of an incredible simultaneous orgasm.
With my body jerking and spasming in ecstasy, I could no longer hold Jesse in my mouth. But as I closed my eyes and pulled away I felt warm splatters of his come landing on my cheeks and chin. The sheer salaciousness of having my face coated with come increased the intensity of my climax even more, and I surrendered to the unbridled rapture that swept over me.
Finally our orgasms began to subside, leaving the three of us gasping for breath. Jesse stepped back toward the desk and sat down with a sigh. I used one forefinger to wipe some of the come from my face, then slid the finger into my mouth to lick it off. Exhausted and sweaty, I let my forehead drop to Dale’s shoulder.
“Damn,” Dale said, his dry voice close to cracking. “You are one fuckin’ cowgirl!”
As we sat there relaxing in a post coital afterglow, my cell phone suddenly rang, startling all three of us. I reached for my purse, grabbing it without having to dismount Dale’s lap.
I flipped the phone open. “Hello?” I said. “This is Nicole.”
“Where the fuck are you, girl? You’re missing the party!” Elaine sounded as though she had already downed more than her share of shooters. In the background I could hear butt-grinding music and a dozen women laughing and talking all at once.
“I got lost,” I said. “And my car died. I think I’m about a mile away from your place.”
“Well hurry up and get your ass here! We’ve got strippers coming!”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said. “But it may take a while. Don’t worry about me, though. You may have strippers, but I’ve got cowboys! And I’m pretty sure they’ll be coming again too!” I tossed the phone aside and wiggled my bottom on Dale’s lap, happily surprised to feel him once again hard and erect inside my pussy, in spite of his recent climax. I glanced at Jesse. Damned if he wasn’t already getting hard again too.
“My goodness,” I said, looking at the two cowboys. “Looks like I’ve got a couple of stallions on my hands.” Both men grinned. Dale cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, once again sending a tingle straight to my pussy. Jesse slid off the desk, his cock now fully erect.
“You ready for another go ’round, sugar?” Dale asked. “I think Jesse’s ready for a ride.”
I stood up and let the cowboys switch places, then positioned myself over Jesse’s erect dick. As I slid down over the hard shaft I looked at both men. “Boys,” I said with a sexy smile, “Let’s rodeo! Just watch out for my poor little injured ass!”
The penguins tipped me off.
I remember wondering what the hell they were doing in warm water so far from home. I was watching the first rays of a South Pacific sunrise from the back of the cruise ship when a half-dozen of the little fuckers swam past.
Then it dawned on me to turn around.
The ship was seconds away from hitting an iceberg the size of a small town. It didn’t take a marine biologist to figure out what had happened. A chunk of Antarctica, penguins and all, must have broken free and drifted a few hundred miles into this sea lane. Thanks a lot, global goddamned warming.
I couldn’t believe that not a single member of the half-assed crew had noticed that blue-white mountain and sounded the alarm. Then again, it was a discount cruise.
I had won my ticket from a radio contest. I thought this would be a dream vacation. Then I caught my whore of a girlfriend with another guy two days before the departure date. With such short notice, none of my buds could get two weeks off to take her place. And now this. Damn!
Before I could react, a dozen extremely fit coeds in matching blue T-shirts, orange shorts and white running shoes emerged from a nearby stairwell. I had seen them before. They always traveled in a pack. That was part of why I hadn’t tried hitting on any of them. Also, they were way out of my league, frankly. I didn’t want them giggling about me the rest of the trip, for being the deluded fool who thought he had a shot at hooking up with any of them.
They were all set for an early-morning jog. That wasn’t going to happen. I pointed behind them at the approaching iceberg without saying a word.
The impact knocked all of us to the polished hardwood deck like bowling pins. “Get to a lifeboat!” I yelled. The nearest was swaying on its moorings. Tables and deck chairs skittered sideways as we rushed toward it.
I hoped to Christ that it would hold all of the girls and me. I didn’t plan on wait ing around for enough passengers to fill a second lifeboat. “Women and children first,” my ass. I wanted off this sinking tub, pronto.
I ignored some disapproving looks when I joined them in the lifeboat. Then part of the cruise ship broke off with a deafening roar. Giving me shit suddenly wasn’t a priority anymore.
“Hurry! Hurry!” they shouted, as one of the girls and I tried to figure out how to lower the lifeboat.
A few other passengers appeared on deck just as we finally got the latches undone and dropped. I saw old farts, beer-bellied men, heifer-size women and a bunch of annoying-looking brats.
Around me in the lifeboat were a dozen college-age cuties with great hair, tanned legs and terrific tits.
Call me a bastard, but I couldn’t help thinking I might be the luckiest guy in the world, after all.
“Use your hands to help paddle,” I said, “so we don’t get sucked down when the ship sinks!”
They scrambled to their knees, leaned over the sides and got to work. I couldn’t help staring at their beautiful upturned asses as I pulled on the oars. Their orange satin running shorts were the type with slits up the sides, showing off the smooth flanks of their hips almost up to their waists. If they were wearing panties, they had to be thongs.
Those girls were strong, too. We were well away from the cruise ship when it upended. Ours was the only lifeboat I saw in the water. I know I should have been moved by that tragedy, but all I could think about was getting behind a pair of those nearby ass cheeks, tugging down those orange shorts and sticking my cock into the port of call of my choice.
Life is for the living, right?
A very healthy looking blonde, apparently the “alpha kitty” of the group, began rummaging through a small emergency supply trunk. I couldn’t help fantasizing about getting her round, beautiful tits in my hands, preferably while I was doing her from behind.
One thing was for sure: If I tried making conversation now, none of these beauties could sniff and walk off in the opposite direction. I said, “I’m Tommy, by the way. Hell of a way to meet, huh?”
“Yeah, we’re pretty well fucked, I’d say.” The blonde closed the supply trunk and sighed.
I liked her already. With any luck, she soon would be even more “well fucked.”
The other girls sounded off with their own names, not sounding very friendly, but that may have been due to shock. I didn’t care. They were so fucking sexy that they probably acted distant and snotty from force of habit. I didn’t take it personally.
Their attitudes would change pretty soon, if I knew anything about women. Even if none of them saw me as anything remotely resembling potential boyfriend material at the moment, I was the only guy in the group.
Given enough time, I was sure that their competitive and jealous natures would surface. They would start fight ing over me just because there was nobody else around for them to fight about.
I’ll skip the next week of drifting under the tropical sun and hoping to be rescued. If you’re wondering, and I know you are, the girls took care of nature’s call by hopping over the side long enough to do their business, then climbing back in. I didn’t get so much as a peek at their pussies or bare asses. Not yet.
The conversation wasn’t what anyone would call interesting. You would be surprised how quickly people with nothing in common but a shipwreck and sunburn can run out of things to discuss.
The other thing that ran out was the food and water. Some of the girls ended up losing consciousness from hunger and thirst. Then I did.
I woke up on a white-sand beach. The girls were scattered around me, some trailing seaweed, but all of them breathing. There was no sign of the lifeboat.
I shook several of them awake, and they roused the others. We half-stumbled toward nearby trees, looking for anything that might be edible.
We didn’t know it yet, but that island would turn out to be the next best thing to paradise. For one of us, anyway.
We found fruit trees, a water source, a cave for shelter and rocks that sparked to make a fire in pretty short order. We spent an entire day tramping all the way around the small island to confirm that it was uninhabited. Then there was nothing to do at all.
By day four, several of the girls were restless, fidgety and incredibly short- tempered. I thought I knew why. None of them had been fucked in almost two weeks. And I was about to take full advantage of that fact.
“It looks like we may be stuck here awhile,” I said. “So I’m just going to lay it on the line. As far as I’m concerned, anything that happens on this island stays on this island. Know what I mean?”
Ingrid the alpha kitty threw back her shoulders and smirked. “I’m not sure I do know. How about if you spell it out?”
God, was I ever going to enjoy watching her suck my dick, when the day came that she decided she couldn’t live like a nun anymore. “I mean that if any of you girls want cock, I’m your only option. But I won’t screw-and-tell after we get rescued. It’ll be our secret.”
Several of the girls looked offended or angry. Tina, a petite knockout with a heart-shaped ass, said “fuck you” and stormed away. A few of the others, though, exchanged guilty looks that indicated they were not completely opposed to the idea.
I didn’t have a clue how often these girls had sex before the shipwreck. Maybe they took different guys back to their cabins every night for gang-bang orgies. On the other hand, maybe they hadn’t even planned on getting laid for the entire three-week cruise.
Now, though, I had gotten them thinking about the subject. I hoped that knowing something was in short supply would make them realize they absolutely had to have it.
I made it a point to sleep in a small clearing some distance from the cave that night. Sure enough, just as the moon started to rise, two girls pushed through the sur rounding plants and stood over me.
They were Jenna and Jesse, who looked enough alike that they could be sisters. Both had long, straight brown hair, upturned noses and small but firm boobs that rode very high on their narrow chests.
“Were you serious about what you said this afternoon?” Jenna asked.
“The part about never telling anyone?” Jesse added. “Because we both have boyfriends back home. I mean, you know how it is.”
I knew, all right. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t tell a soul.”
They looked blankly at each other, as if telepathically talking it over. I decided to make their decision easier. I got on my knees in the semi-darkness and gently pulled Jesse’s orange gym shorts down. The prominent lips of her sex made a split bulge in the crotch of her white thong panties. She stepped out of the shorts without a sound.
I tugged the crotch of the panties aside and put my mouth on her pussy, wriggling my tongue between her cunt lips. She tilted her pelvis forward to give me better access to her sweet-smelling snatch.
Jesse surprised me by reaching for Jenna and sighing, “Kiss me, honey. Kiss me while he’s eating me.” They shared a long, soulful kiss while I licked and sucked Jesse’s pink clit. I could tell it wasn’t the first kiss they had shared.
All of us stripped and lay on the broad leaves I had spread out as a makeshift mat. Jenna started sucking my cock with hungry enthusiasm, squeezing my balls and breathing noisily through her nose.
Jesse lifted a leg over my head and squatted on my face. Her pussy’s flavor was muskier than any I had ever had before. I liked it. I shoved my tongue deep inside her fragrant fuckhole, making her squirm with pleasure.
I felt Jenna grab my cock and straddle my crotch. Then she sat down on me all at once, taking every inch of my prick up her cunt. The two of them made out while Jenna bounced up and down on my cock and Jesse rode my face.
“Don’t come inside her,” Jesse said to me. “I want to get fucked too.”
No worries there. Knowing that no one had salvaged birth control pills from the ship, I didn’t plan on coming inside anybody’s cunt. Knocking up these girls, or any of the others, wasn’t my idea of how to run a South Seas seraglio.
Jenna kept riding my erection cowgirl-style. She furiously rubbed her clit until she made herself come with my dick buried inside her. That set off Jesse’s orgasm too. I tasted a squirt of her girl-juice shoot into my open mouth as she climaxed.
Jesse wasn’t kidding about wanting to get fucked, though. After Jenna dismounted from my dick, Jesse got on all fours beside me. “Do me doggie-style,” she said. “That’s my favorite way.”
I held her round ass cheeks apart and plunged my cock into her silky cunt. She bucked back against each of my thrusts like an animal in heat. The moon had risen high enough that I could see her flexing pink asshole above the slit of her twat. I put my thumb in my mouth, getting it good and wet, then placed it against her little anus.
She looked back over one shoulder to give me a nasty but approving grin. I worked my thumb in and out of her pretty pooper, loosening her up, getting her ready for what I had planned.
“Do it, do it,” she said, guessing what was in store. “Come in my asshole, you fucking bastard. Shoot your come right up my fucking ass.”
I barely pulled out of her pussy in time. Just as I pressed the tip of my dick inside the snug rim of her asshole, my load came gushing out. Using all of that thick semen as lube, I pushed further into her rectum until I was balls-deep.
Jesse groaned obscenely. She reached between her legs to fondle my nuts. And that had the effect of making me spurt even more hot come into her bowels.
The girls were so exhausted, they crashed right there on the leaves. I walked down to the beach, got in the surf and thoroughly washed my prick. I planned on using the thing as much as possible, so I wanted to pamper it.
Can you blame me?
I joined all of the girls on the beach the next morning for the usual banana and mango breakfast. I could tell that Jenna and Jesse had given all of the others a full report.
“We hear that you’re a full-service stud,” Ingrid said, sounding more annoyed than impressed.
“I didn’t hear any complaints.”
Jenna and Jesse giggled.
“You two are just a pair of dumb sluts,” Tina said.
“Go fuck yourself, teenie Tina,” Jenna replied, kicking sand in her direction.
“I guess she’ll have to,” Jesse added. They giggled some more.
I eased over next to them and grinned. “Are you two coming back tonight for some more?”
“Hey, what about the rest of us?” That was Kelly, a long-legged redhead. Every eye turned toward her. She blushed, although it was hard to tell, considering how sunburned she was.
Samantha, a big-boobed brunette, said, “Kelly!”
“Yeah, okay, I’m a total whore,” Kelly replied. “I don’t care. I’m tired of playing with myself when I think the rest of you are asleep. I say that if Tommy is good enough for these two,” she jerked a thumb at Jenna and Jesse, “then he’s good enough for me.”
I looked into Kelly’s pretty green eyes. “We don’t have to wait until tonight, you know.”
She blushed even harder, while several girls did that “woooooooo!” thing in unison. That only seemed to make Kelly more determined. She got to her feet, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me toward the trees.
“Jenna says you’re really good at eating pussy,” she said when we were alone. “That’s what really gets me off. I want you to give me a good, long licking before you fuck me. Is that okay?”
Is that okay? Jesus, as if she had to ask!
I quickly discovered why she liked cunnilingus so much. Her clit was much bigger than normal, almost the size of my little finger, like a miniature hooded cock nestled at the top of her slit. Her pubic hair was coppery red, but so close-trimmed and fine that it was almost invisible.
I realized that all of the girls would have bushy pubes before long, because none of them could do any more shaving or wax ing. I could live with that.
I licked Kelly’s oversized clit while I finger-fucked her pussy’s little opening. She moaned as I pushed that tiny girl-cock back and forth with my tongue. When I sucked it, a shudder went through her entire body.
“God, yes, eat me, eat me,” Kelly sighed. She held my face tightly against her crotch. Gently, tentatively, I gave her clit a little bite. She kicked out her legs and came so hard that she nearly broke my neck.
Kelly scrambled around on the ground to suck my dick, then quickly pushed me backward and sat on it. Climaxing had wiped out all of her inhibitions. She was using me as her own personal dildo, and I didn’t mind a bit.
When I was about to shoot, I rolled her onto her back and slipped out of her pussy. I shot my load onto her cherry-nip pled tits. She rubbed it in like lotion, then smiled at me and licked her palms.
Within three weeks I had fucked 10 of my 12 fellow castaways. Beautiful brown-eyed Samantha turned out to be the horn iest of all. She liked fucking so much that she tried freezing out everyone else.
The third time we were together, as she was doing an excellent job of deep-throating my cock, she paused long enough to ask, “Tommy, what are the chances of me being your girlfriend?”
I played dumb. “What, you mean after we get rescued?”
She squeezed my rod with her fist. “No, dummy. I mean right now. I’ll give you all the fucking and sucking you want. You won’t need anybody else. You already know how good I am.” She took my whole dick down her throat in one smooth motion, right down to my balls, to emphasize her point.
If we had been anywhere else on earth, I would have agreed to her offer in a heartbeat. Samantha had amazing all-natural tits, the kind of oversized flapjack-style nipples that I love and a pussy that tasted like sweet caramel. She could relax her asshole enough to truly enjoy a good ass-fucking. And she actually had a sense of humor.
Still, I wasn’t crazy enough to give up being “lord of the foxes” on that South Pacific paradise. “Sorry, Sammie,” I said. “I kind of like things the way they are. If that means you want to stop seeing me, then I guess “
“Shut up,” she said. She put her mouth on mine and situated my rigid cock at her pussy’s slippery opening. “Just shut up and fuck me.” She came harder that time than ever before.
A couple of days later, two girls who didn’t want to be part of a threeway got in a screaming slap-fight over which of them could enjoy the solo pleasure of my company that afternoon. Others joined in the general turmoil, adding their angry opinions of who they thought was getting disproportionate servings of my dick.
I decided that was a good time to take greater advantage of my position as King Cock. “I don’t need this bitchy bullshit,” I said. “I’m going for a hike. Work out some kind of schedule by the time I get back, if any of you ever wants to get laid again.” I headed for the steep hill on the other side of the island without looking back.
Sure, I was being a jerk. But I wanted to make it very clear who was in charge. By the time I returned a few hours later, the girls were properly docile and well-behaved.
Let it not be said that I was an unmerciful ruler, however. While I fucked the girl whose rightful turn it was to get laid, I let the other girl lick my balls and my ass.
The only holdouts by then were icy Ingrid and hot-tempered Tina. Considering the big blowup over everyone getting a proper share of me, I was surprised to overhear a few girls trying to talk them into giving me a try. That may have been because they were tired of Ingrid and Tina giving the rest of them a lot of lip. If everyone gave in to my charms, nobody could claim any moral superiority.
Tina cracked first. She came to me one afternoon while the rest of the girls were playing Marco Polo in the lagoon. I was lying on the sand in the shade, naked. Most of the girls and I had stopped wearing clothes altogether by then. Tina, though, was fully dressed.
“I guess you think I’m a bitch,” she said, almost defying me to agree.
I smiled. “I don’t believe in holding grudges.”
She looked over her shoulder at the others. “Can we go somewhere more private?”
My cock was stiffening at the prospect of exploring new pussy. My bastard gene kicked in, though. “You have to do something extra-special to make up for being so mean to me, though.”
She frowned, but didn’t tell me to go to hell, which was a good sign. “Like what?”
“You’ll have to bring Ingrid along. I want both of you at the same time.”
A shadow fell across me from behind. “You really are a son of a bitch, aren’t you?” It was Ingrid. Also fully clothed.
But not for long.
We didn’t say anything else. I led them to my favorite clearing. They stripped. Ingrid had pale nipples almost the same color as her ripe, beautifully rounded breasts. Her bush was like a blonde puffball hiding the lips of her cunt.
Tina’s tits were so small that she was nearly flat-chested, but with bee-stung nipples that were like a pair of cherry gumdrops. Her pubic hair must have been lasered off back in the real world, because her crotch still was perfectly smooth after all that time.
The two girls went to their knees and took turns sucking my cock. Then they got on all fours with their butts in the air, letting me choose which girl to fuck first. I shoved my cock in Tina’s tiny twat while I fingered Ingrid’s pussy and asshole. After a few thrusts, I slipped out of Tina and pushed inside Ingrid’s fuckhole, while I probed and stretched Tina’s openings with my fingers.
The other girls didn’t even try to be quiet as they pushed through the brush to watch us. I looked around at all of those beautiful, sexy nymphs. My cock had been in the mouth and pussy of every girl there. I had fucked five of them in the ass. I was sure the others would give up that tighter, hotter opening eventually.
Incredibly, all of them were smiling.
Those smiles probably would disappear if they knew what I had seen on my solo hike to the island’s far side. I had arrived there several hours later in the day than the time that all of us were there together, back when we had walked around the entire island as a group.
That could explain why I was the only one who was able to see a ship on the horizon there a ship that I made no effort whatsoever to signal. Can you blame a lucky devil for wanting to help his luck along a little?
Eventually, the girls may be in the right place to see another ship using that sea lane and flag it down. If they figure out that I knew all along, I’m sure there will be hell to pay.
For the moment, though, everything on this devil’s island is absolute heaven.
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