My slutty wife Pamela, her back arched and her perfect ass raised high, was moaning with lust into her bunched-up pillow. Sven was on his knees behind her, pumping his pale Scandinavian hard-on in and out of her clutching cunt. His erection was very long, and remarkably thick. I was quite impressed. Obviously, so was Pamela. • I zoomed all the way in with my video camera. I could make out the fine lines of blue capillaries near the base of Sven’s rigid stalk. My wife’s milky vaginal secretions had matted the blond curls of his pubic hair flat against his skin. Higher up, tiny droplets of sweat glistened on the golden hairs of his stomach.
Sven pulled his stiff cock all the way out of my wife’s sex before plunging it back inside. In that brief instant, I could see right into the gaping mouth of Pamela’s cunt. It was slack from the good stretching Sven had been giving it with his oversize dick for the past hour. Its pink folds were smeared with Pamela’s pussy cream, like b arnaise sauce on very rare meat. It looked delicious.
Pamela’s body was angled on the bed to give me a perfect view between her legs. Like an experienced actress, my wife had all of her “stage blocking” down pat. She never forgot where the camera was. It was behind what her rutting lover thought was nothing more nefarious than a one-foot-square wall mirror. That mirror was a mere five feet from the side of the bed in which he was vigorously screwing my darling bride.
I was in the next room, watching and listening, holding my straining cock in one hand and working the tripod-mounted camera’s controls with the other. Knock out a square of drywall in the space between two studs, place a sheet of one-way glass over the hole, bolt a fancy wooden frame around it so it passes for the kind of mirror that hangs from a nail presto, instant viewing booth next door.
A microphone that I had placed inside the bedroom’s TV fed into my video camera. I monitored the sound on headphones while I watched the show. I could hear Sven and Pamela panting, groaning, calling each other dirty names like “whore” and “bastard” and “son of a bitch” while they fucked. I could hear the squeaking bedsprings. As my adulterous wife and her lover made sinful sport on our antique oak bed, I even could hear the creaking of the side rails where they joined headboard and footboard.
Sweetest of all, I could hear the wet sounds that Pamela’s sucking cunt made as Sven pistoned his big, hard cock in and out of her body.
She was loving every minute of what he was doing to her. She always enjoyed having her passport stamped.
She bit down on the forest-green pillowcase. It was streaked with wet marks. Before Sven had turned her onto her stomach for this doggie-style fuck, that pillow had been wedged under her ass. He had put it there to raise her crotch to an angle that allowed his cock the deepest possible penetration in her. Her pussy juice had leaked from her sex while they fucked, running down her crack and soaking the pillow.
And now Pamela’s face was buried in that same pillow. She gripped it with her fists as Sven relentlessly fucked her from behind. She was smelling the musky scent of her own pussy. I got a shot of her beautiful sweaty face on tape. Her teeth were clenched tight, her eyes squeezed shut, her nostrils flaring. I thought, Smell your own cunt, you beautiful bitch. Fill your pretty face with the scent of your insatiable shamelessness.
Pamela reached between her legs to rub her clit. “Fuck, I’m coming again, I’m coming,” she groaned. Her face was flushed. She wasn’t faking for the camera. She had promised never to do that. That would be cheating.
“Do it, babe,” Sven said. “Come all over my big cock. I want to feel you come while I’m in you.”
He started fucking her faster.
Pamela gave a long, low groan and collapsed flat onto the mattress. Sven followed her down, never breaking contact between his cock and her cunt. He pushed deep into her pussy and held that position. He was coming. He was filling my wife’s welcoming hole with his hot, thick semen.
I came at the same time, shooting my load into a wadded tissue. God, I loved watching other men fuck my wife. Even better, I loved knowing that Pamela enjoyed it when I watched.
We had been married five years. We met when Pamela was a student in a world economics course I taught at the university. I was twenty-six at the time, the department’s “whiz kid.” She was twenty-two.
She did all of the irresistible things that attractive female students always do around male professors whose attention they crave. She sat in the front row and stared up at me like an adoring acolyte during my lectures. She never seemed able to keep her legs all the way closed when she wore short skirts. She liked to lean forward on her desk, squeezing her big breasts together with her forearms. She would stay after class and stand far too close to ask me unimportant questions.
She soon made an afternoon appointment to see me, supposedly to discuss a paper she was writing. I actually suspected that she had an ulterior motive. I had a feeling that she was finally going to make her move and try to seduce me outright. And I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to resist her charms.
She showed up looking slightly disheveled, but in an appealing way. Her shoulder-length blonde hair needed combing. She was wearing a man’s-style shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a plaid skirt, patterned knee socks that looked retro and punky at the same time, and flat loafers.
She was not carrying anything. No books, no papers, not even a purse. It did not appear that she was there to talk about her assignment.
I started to say something as I rose from my swivel chair. She put a finger against my lips. She placed her hands firmly on my shoulders, and I gave up the idea of standing up. Once I was sitting again, she went to her knees, unzipped my pants, reached in the fly of my boxers and took out my cock. She was able to take the whole thing in her mouth while it was soft, but had to back off when it grew to its full erect length.
I cupped the back of her head in my hands as she blew me. At that moment, I was not thinking about anything except the feel of her lips and tongue on my hard cock. What she was doing felt so good, and she looked so sexy doing it, that nothing else seemed to matter.
She glanced up at me and pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Her eyes were very knowing. She said, “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah.”
She hiked her skirt up her bare legs. No panties. Her pubic hair came to a point between her thighs, with a curl at the tip. She turned her back to me. She leaned over so she could reach between her legs and grab hold of my dick, to position it. When she sat on my lap, my throbbing cock slipped easily inside her slippery cunt.
She bounced up and down on my crotch while I sat in the chair. I reached around her body to squeeze her big tits through her shirt. “You’re really wet,” I said.
She looked back over her shoulder at me. “That’s because I let another guy fuck me before I came over. I must still have some of his come in my pussy. You don’t mind, do you?” She gave me a long French kiss before I had a chance to answer.
Knowing that another stiff cock had come inside this beautiful coed’s snatch that same afternoon had a strange effect on me. Maybe I should have been jealous, or pissed off. Instead, I was so turned on that I started shooting almost as soon as the words were out of Pamela’s mouth.
She enjoyed the effect that her confession had on me. “Oh, you like that, do you?” she said, rubbing her mound. My cock had not gone soft. It was still up inside her, sticking out of my open fly. “Do you like the idea of me being a bad girl who fucks a lot of men?”
“I think it’s really hot,” I said, nuzzling her neck. My come was dribbling from her pussy down around my stalk and onto my pants. Dazed and a little fuck-stupid, I blurted out, “I would love to watch you get fucked by other men.”
She made that fantasy come true the next weekend. She let me hide in a motel closet with louvered doors, then arrived with a classmate who screwed her on the double bed. We returned several times to that motel for the same purpose me getting there before she did, so I could hide but with different men providing the “entertainment.”
Only once did I almost get caught. A guy who was fucking Pamela suddenly scrambled out of bed because he thought he heard something. She had his balls cupped in her hand before he made it to the closet. She explained to him in no uncertain terms that if he didn’t get his sorry ass right back in bed and finish fucking her, she was leaving then and there. That was enough to make the guy forget about checking out any strange noises.
Pamela and I realized we were perfect for each other. She liked being watched while she fucked, and I liked watching her fuck. When I asked her to marry me, she said there was no way she ever would be faithful. I told her that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
I installed our bedroom’s viewing mirror within a month after the wedding. Pamela brought a stream of unknowing lovers to our bed and fucked them while I watched and videotaped. The sex we had after those encounters was always amazing.
I firmly believe that a husband never has fully enjoyed his wife until he fucks her while she is full of another man’s come. A wife whose skin smells like another man’s sweat, and whose pussy, ass and mouth have just been filled with another man’s cock, is a wife who is all woman in every sense of the word.
I can’t remember which of us came up with the idea of making Pamela’s infidelities into a game. The major university where I teach attracts faculty and students from all over the world. My oversexed wife and I decided it would be fun to see how many different nationalities she could bed. Each time she brought home a lover from another country, that fuck would be good for another stamp in her “passport.”
We determined that previous lovers would not count she had to start fresh. She got the easy countries out of the way first by bedding an engineering student from Japan who did not like getting his small cock sucked nearly as much as he enjoyed eating my wife’s pussy, about which he had something of an obsession and a lanky premed student from Canada who came quite quickly the first time, but held out much longer after he got hard again .
A snobbish visiting scholar from England liked to stroke my wife’s ass cheeks while he fucked her from behind. She was delighted to watch him obsess over her the pale skin of her butt when we watched the tape of that adventure later.
He was the only lover who fit his country’s stereotype. The Greek law student Pamela brought home had a fetish for licking and sucking her toes, but did not express any desire whatsoever to fuck her in the ass. That act turned out to be the favorite of an ebony-skinned Nigerian transfer student. Seeing his jet-black cock buggering Pamela’s tiny asshole was enough to make me come twice while I watched from the next room. Later, talking about the intensity of her feeling at the time, she said, “His big black dick seemed like it was as long as his goddamned arm.” Still glowing and dreamy-eyed from the sensation, she added, “I’ll be thinking of him every time I sit down for a week!”
A French lover briefly put his mouth between Pamela’s legs and gave her a cursory licking, but clearly was no expert at oral sex. According to her, he also was not especially romantic. He left the bed after a short bout of missionary-position fucking without spending any “afterglow” time at all. I caught a great shot on tape of her flipping the guy the bird behind his back. His countrymen surely would have been ashamed of his poor performance.
The real prizes in our collection are tapes of Pamela with lovers from smaller countries, such as Suriname a very nervous man who appeared to be terrified that he might be caught at any minute by her jealous husband if he only knew! , Portugal a guy whose cock turned up at a pronounced angle, inspiring her to call it her “sweet banana” while she licked and sucked it and Iceland possibly the whitest man I ever have seen, but whose cock and balls were much darker than the rest of his body .
Pamela’s favorite tape is the one she calls her “Turkish Delight.” On it, a swarthy, black-eyed Turk who looks like he walked straight out of Lawrence of Arabia starts out by massaging sesame oil into her smooth skin. He actually brought the bottle with him, which showed a certain style.
He was so good at what he did that Pamela looked like she was melting with pleasure under his skillful touch. With the limitless patience of the eternal desert, he slowly made his way down her back to the mounds of her firm butt cheeks.
“When he squirted oil in my crack and started working his fingers in and out of my asshole and pussy, I felt like I had died and gone to paradise,” Pamela said later. On tape, her face looked positively ecstatic. She rolled onto her back. The Turk applied oil to her breasts, her belly and the tops of her legs, rubbing it in slowly, deliberately.
Pamela’s eyes were shining with adoration. Her oiled nipples stood out at least an inch from her tits. She barely whispered the words “Fuck me,” but I managed to catch them on the tape.
The Turk lifted one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. His uncircumcised cock was jutting up at a high angle from the dark thatch of his pubic hair. He gripped it and forced it down, aiming it at Pamela’s fuckhole. Without a word, he pushed the whole thing all the way inside my wife with a single strong thrust.
“Because of the position he had me in, the head of his cock hit me in just the right spot inside,” Pamela said the first time we watched the tape together. “I was climaxing almost right away, and the whole time he fucked me. God, look, you can actually see me coming!” It was true. I had captured the sight of clear fluid flying from Pamela’s pussy in spurts as the Turk gave her a genuine G-spot orgasm.
I was not surprised that Pamela brought the Turk back for several more sessions after that first one. Those “follow-ups” did not count in our game, since she already had gotten her “passport stamp” for Turkey. But Pamela never had been one to play strictly by the rules.
Fortunately, she soon went back to spreading her legs for men from other places around the globe. Even a lover like the Turk could not keep her from wanting to enjoy new and different cocks. Sven the Swede was stamp number thirty-seven in Pamela’s passport.
Sven finally pulled his spent cock out of Pamela’s body. Through my camera’s viewfinder, I watched him get up from my marriage bed and walk out of sight. I heard him pass the locked room where I was hiding as he headed to the bathroom. He had absolutely no idea that the husband of the woman he had just filled with come had watched every minute of their fuck.
Sven was back in the bedroom soon, getting dressed. Pamela, still gloriously naked and uncovered, watched him from the bed. They didn’t talk. He leaned over and squeezed one of her bare tits when he kissed her good-bye. She did not bother to get up and see him out. I heard the front door latch as he left our happy home.
I turned off the camera and hurried into the bedroom. It reeked of sex. I could smell sweat, come and pussy. Pamela was still stretched out naked on her back in bed. She looked slutty and lazy and half-drunk from getting fucked all afternoon.
I quickly got out of my clothes. I was not about to waste this moment, when my wife was at her most beautiful and desirable. It was at times like these that I most enjoyed being married to her. She was one in a million. She pulled up her knees and opened her legs wide when I got on the bed, showing me her sloppy, gaping cunt.
She grinned at me and purred, “Want to go around the world?”
I put my mouth on her beckoning pink passageway, and I was gone.
I have been married to a wonderful, devoted husband for nearly nine years. We have two terrific kids who never get into any trouble — not the bad kind of trouble, anyhow. Everyone on our small-town street knows each other. I go to aerobics classes twice a week, which might be why people tell me I look much younger than 28. As a stay-at-home mom, I live a life that probably looks like it is straight out of a wholesome, middle-American fairy tale.
Sexually, everything between me and David was fine for the first few years. At some point, though, the heat between us died down to nothing much more than a simmer. That was when my mind started wandering to fantasy areas. After awhile, whenever David and I made love, I never could climax without imagining myself in bed with two different men.
I didn’t want two men like David, who was a good father and a good provider and an all-around good guy. I imagined myself with a pair of rough, dirty strangers who would treat me like I was nothing but a slut. In my fantasies, my ideal lovers were biker types who only wanted one thing from me: a good, hard, three-way fuck. Both of them would put their cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my asshole. Even though they would not give a damn about my pleasure, they would end up giving me more of it than I ever had experienced in my boring reality.
That was the fantasy, anyway.
My friends and neighbors would be shocked if they knew any of this, which is why I kept it to myself. I never even use four-letter words, not ever. As far as anybody was aware, I might not even know any. To the world around me, I was just reliable, sweet-natured Mary, the pretty young mother and the churchgoing wife.
God forbid that I should think about sucking one man’s hard dick while another man fucked my pussy. Or letting one man shove his cock up my asshole while another guy rode my cunt. Sweet little Mary never would think thoughts like that, now would she?
All of the advice columns say fantasies are nothing to feel guilty about, because everyone has them. Just because I daydreamed about being groped and sucked and fucked by two macho creeps was not supposed to mean that I really wanted something like that to happen, according to the experts in the newspapers and on TV.
All of them were wrong. Deep inside, I really did want to have two cocks in me at the same time. I wanted to be treated like nothing better than a whore. I wanted to be bad, very bad, as bad as a girl could possibly be.
What kept me grounded was knowing I probably never would find myself in a situation where I would be tempted to make that fantasy real. Not many Harley riders show up at the kindergarten parent-teacher conferences or block parties in our little town. I thought that I was completely safe from my nasty, forbidden desires.
I was mistaken.
Last summer, a day after our two kids left on a bus for camp, I got a call from one of the counselors there. Our oldest had forgotten his inhaler. I volunteered to drive it to the camp, a three-hour trip each way. FedEx only would have taken a day to get it there, and David Junior had a mild enough case of asthma that he was not likely to need the thing, anyway. But I was feeling a mother’s guilt for not remembering to pack the stupid thing. I got in the minivan and headed north.
Two hours into the trip, a construction detour took me off the highway. I must have missed the signs that would have gotten me back on again, because in no time I was completely lost. The area was rural. I passed a few farms, but no gas stations. I was about to knock on the door of the next house I saw when I spotted something up ahead that made me catch my breath.
Five motorcycles were parked outside a one-story clapboard building that needed paint. A broken sign out front said “Pierce Tavern.” I slowed to a stop on the dirt shoulder of the road.
A beefy guy in a black T-shirt and black leather pants came out of the front door and walked toward the bikes. A skinny girl with big tits was hanging onto one of his arms. She was in faded jeans and a tight tank top. No bra. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she walked. Her nipples were hard.
Sitting there in my family minivan watching them, I wished that I could trade places with that sleazy girl. I wanted to be with a man who didn’t give a damn about sucking up to his supervisor every day at work. I wanted to be with a guy who told people to fuck themselves when they cut him off in traffic, and who wasn’t afraid to start swinging punches. I wanted the kind of man who would think my husband David was the snivelling little nine-to-five weakling that he was.
I hated myself for thinking those things. David was reliable, loyal, the kind of husband any girl was supposed to want. But I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to get fucked by a man who could not care less about what kind of day I had, or whether his mother had called. And I wanted one of his dirty friends to join in and fuck me at the same time. I wanted to feel one dick stuffed up in my ass while another one pumped my cunt. God, I wanted that so much.
I realized I was pressing on my pussy’s mound through the crotch of my linen slacks. I was getting wet. If I rubbed myself, I would have come in less than a minute. That’s how turned-on I was.
The biker and his big-titted bitch roared off down the two-lane road. I looked at the front door of the bar. Then I looked in my rear-view mirror at myself. Was I strong enough to walk into that place and shake my sensible suburban ass at the kind of men it wasn’t smart to tease?
You’re goddamned right I was.
I turned the van into the grassy parking area beside the building. I took a deep breath. I got out and headed for the door. My pussy was still tingling.
It took me a few seconds to adjust my eyes to the darkness inside. The place was a real dive, the kind I had seen only in movies and on TV. Nice girls don’t go to places like that, after all.
The music was loud and had too much bass. It might have been old ZZ Top. I wasn’t sure. The bearded bartender had a red bandanna tied around his head. He looked at me like I was from Mars.
Two rough-looking men with slutty women occupied tables with pitchers and glasses on them. Neither of those couples glanced up at me. They looked drunk, or drugged, or maybe just numb.
Toward the back, two men holding longneck beers sat together at a table. They were watching me. They looked like a pair of wary wolves tracking a lamb.
“I’ll take a Bud,” I said, climbing onto a stool at the bar. “In the bottle is fine.” Asking for directions back to the highway was no longer on my list of priorities. I wanted to go somewhere that no road could take me.
“Lady, are you sure you’re in the right place?” the bartender said. He actually looked sweet when he said it.
“I’d say she is definitely in the right place.” It was one of the two wolves. He had eased up behind me without a sound.
The bartender didn’t say anything else. He popped the top on a bottle and set it on the bar. I picked it up and turned on my stool to face the wolf.
He was wearing a black denim shirt and matching black jeans. Black boots. Wide black belt. His face looked leathery from too many sunburns. He might have been 25, he might have been 40. His hair was slicked back and greasy. I stared right into his dark eyes as I tilted my bottle up for a drink.
“You want to go for a ride?” he said. He couldn’t have been more obvious about what he really wanted if he had taken out his cock.
I couldn’t believe this really was happening. The housewife in me knew that I should have been scared, or disgusted, or even angry. But the real me, the one who had lived for too many years pretending to be a good girl, did not pay any attention to that inner voice.
I looked over the wolf’s shoulder at his friend. These guys were two of a kind, both lean and muscular and tough. “Is he coming with us?” I asked.
The wolf cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure. He can come. If that’s what you want.” He gave me a dirty smile. He knew what I meant.
Maybe he thought I was just a stupid bitch who was out slumming for some wrong-side-of-the-tracks action. Maybe he thought I was a tease who would back out at the last minute. I didn’t care what he thought. I just wanted him and his buddy to make my fantasy come true.
I left some bills on the bar. The wolf looked at his friend and jerked his head, motioning for him to join us. The friend was out of his chair in a shot.
I walked out of the bar ahead of them. The first wolf squeezed the left cheek of my ass. He pointed and said, “The big one, over there.”
His motorcycle was huge and black. A rolled-up sleeping bag and two helmets were on a chrome bar that stuck up behind the seat. He handed me one of the helmets. “You ride much?” he asked with a halfway smirk. He had seen my minivan.
“Not as much as I’d like,” I said. I know I didn’t sound as tough as I wanted, but I was doing my best. He knew I was a tourist in his world. It didn’t seem to bother him.
I put a leg over the padded seat. He climbed on in front of me. We only rode about a mile. The vibrations from the engine came right up through the seat to my pussy. He pulled the bike off the road into a field, bumping over a few hills until the road was out of sight. He seemed to know where he was heading. His friend was right behind us on his bike.
I saw a clearing next to a tree. When he cut the engine, the abrupt silence was almost shocking. He got off and removed his helmet. I took off mine. He said, “You want to use the bedroll, or do you like it in the grass?”
My pussy felt like it was throbbing when he said those words. He wasn’t wasting time on preliminaries. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck me.
“Let’s use the bedroll,” I said. Without thinking, I added, “I’m kind of new at this.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you are.” He pulled the bedroll off his bike, untied it, and tossed it on the ground. His friend walked up beside me. He didn’t say anything, just stared.
I was not about to ask their names. I wanted them to remain strangers. I wanted them to represent every dirty, nasty fantasy lover I ever had imagined while David was pumping away on top of me in our cold marriage bed.
Wolf One unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled out his cock. His buddy did likewise. I noticed that neither of them was wearing underwear. And that both of them were bigger than my husband.
They tugged on themselves. Both of them were more than halfway hard. Wolf One’s cock was uncircumcised. I never had been with a man who still had his foreskin. I was fascinated by the way he uncovered and covered the head as he stroked himself.
Wolf Two’s cock wasn’t as big around. It curved to one side. It had a fatter head, with a deep slit at its tip.
“How about if you start by sucking our dicks?” Wolf One said. “I haven’t had my cock sucked in at least an hour.”
Wolf Two snorted at that, but didn’t say anything.
They probably thought they were intimidating me. I would show them. I took both of their cocks in my hands. They were very warm. I felt them getting stiffer. Wolf One leaned over and put his mouth on mine, shoving in his tongue. He tasted like beer and cigarettes. I met his tongue with mine.
Wolf Two was unbuttoning my sensible summer blouse. He tugged its tail up out of my slacks. He flicked open the front clasp of my cotton bra, then grabbed a handful of my left breast. My nipples were stiff.
“You want me to suck you?” I said. “Okay, I’ll suck you.” I went to my knees in the grass. I started with Wolf One’s dick. It tasted oily and slightly salty. I bobbed up and down on it while I kept tugging Wolf Two’s prick. After a minute, I switched to sucking that one. I tasted some come at its tip. I swallowed.
“Fuck, she’s nice,” Wolf Two said. He started bucking his hips at my face, fucking my mouth. I felt his strong hands in my hair.
I pulled away and went back to Wolf One’s cock. Wolf Two moved closer, so his dick was right next to his buddy’s. Back and forth I went. From stiff cock to stiff cock. The thrill I felt was incredible. I felt so dirty and nasty and bad. My senses were in overdrive, feeling alive for the first time in such a very long time.
Neither of them pulled away. I sawed my tongue up and down each of their two cockheads, then swirled it all over. I tugged off my blouse and my bra without taking my mouth away. Now I was topless, kneeling in the grass with my tits out, while I sucked two stranger’s cocks.
This was so awful, so wrong. So why did I feel more like a woman than I had in my entire marriage?
Wolf One said, “Let’s get those pants off now. It’s time you got fucked.”
I was feeling good and slutty by then. Instead of doing what he said, I lay back on the bedroll and crossed my arms behind my head, displaying my bare tits. I said, “Why don’t you boys take them off for me?”
He yanked them open so hard he almost tore the zipper out, then peeled them off my legs without bothering to remove my white sneakers. He looked at my pussy. I knew he could see how wet I was. My lips must have been glistening with my juices in the afternoon sun.
He pushed my knees up toward my chest and put his mouth on my cunnie. He went in deep with his tongue, fucking me with it while he sucked on me. I could tell he loved what he was doing. I closed my eyes and groaned. David sometimes would put his mouth down there, but he never seemed to enjoy it very much, even when I told him how much I liked it.
When I opened my eyes, Wolf Two was kneeling near my head with his dick in my face. I opened my mouth and sucked it. His friend slipped two fingers up my pussy while he ate me.
Wolf One got up to take off his boots and his jeans. He left his black denim shirt on. His balls were drawn up around the base of his cock. He got on his knees between my legs, took hold of his hard prick, and aimed it at my pussy’s opening. With one hard lunge, he was inside me.
All those years of fantasizing, and it finally was happening! I had one man in my cunt and another in my mouth. I gyrated my hips while I went on sucking. This was heaven, or maybe just the good part of hell.
Wolf Two squeezed my tits while I blew him. My nipples were stiff against his palms. Wolf One had grabbed hold of my hips so he could fuck me harder.
“How about giving me some of that?” Wolf Two asked. “That pussy looks mighty damned sweet.”
“Maybe we can both fuck her at the same time,” Wolf One said. Then, to me, “You like getting fucked in your pretty ass?”
A boyfriend I had before I met David tried to fuck me that way once, but I couldn’t make myself relax enough for him to get more than the head of his cock inside. I wasn’t about to tell these guys that. Nothing was going to ruin this nasty, perfect afternoon.
“Depends on the guy,” I said. “Why don’t you try me and find out?”
Wolf One pulled his dick out of my cunt. He told his buddy, “Lie on your back and let her climb on top of you. Then I’ll stick my dick up her ass.”
Wolf Two pushed his pants around his hips without removing them and rolled onto his back. Wearing nothing but my sneakers, I straddled his body and took hold of his stiff dick. It was wet with my saliva. I aimed it straight up, placing its tip against my pussy. Then I sat down on it.
I bounced up and down on that dick, riding it like the man attached was a hard-cocked mannequin. I felt Wolf One’s hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them. He surprised me by leaning over and putting his tongue in my ass. He rooted around in my asshole while his friend’s cock kept thrusting into my cunt. He was getting me good and wet for what was to come.
I gritted my teeth as I felt the head of Wolf One’s cock rubbing up and down my crack. It stopped against the crinkled rim of my butthole. Then it started to press its way inside.
My heart was racing. Sweat broke out over my entire body as I felt that thick, stiff, uncut dick pushing up inside my bathroom place. I felt like I was going through labor in reverse, the sensation was so intense. I made little choked sounds and shook my head from side to side. How much more, how much more of his cock could there be?
Finally, he was balls-deep in my ass. His friend was still pumping in and out of my cunt from under my body, but Wolf One held still for a few seconds, letting me get used to him. Then he started fucking.
His cock was so big that I felt like he was turning me inside out each time he pulled back. I got used to the feeling. I enjoyed having both of my holes filled. There was nothing dirtier or sluttier on earth than fucking two men at the same time that way.
Fuck David, fuck the kids’ soccer games, fuck the goddamned prying neighbors who always wanted to stick their stuck-up noses in everything I did. This was what life was supposed to be about — taking risks, going for what I wanted, not caring about anyone but myself. Being alive.
Wolf One was squeezing my ass and holding my cheeks apart while he screwed my shithole. Wolf Two was tweaking and tugging on my nipples while he fucked my cunt. Both of them were making grunting sounds. So was I.
I came before either of them. The whole scene was too much, too overwhelming. I felt my whole body go tense and I squealed with pleasure. My pussy clamped down on one cock while my asshole squeezed the other one.
The nameless bastard under me was next. He winced and moaned. His cock spurted up inside my pussy.
Wolf One was last. I could feel his big dick rubbing against his friend’s cock through the membrane that separated my pussy and my rectum. His cock swelled bigger, then started spitting its load up into my bowels.
He pulled out of my ass. He wiped his dirty cock off on a corner of his bedroll. I lifted myself off of his friend’s dick.
Wolf One turned his back to me and took a leak in the tall grass. He put his pants and boots back on while I got dressed. His friend stayed flat on his back on the bedroll with his pants around his hips, apparently on his way to dreamland.
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride back to the bar,” Wolf One said.
My asshole was incredibly tender when I got back on his motorcycle seat. I liked that burning feeling. It reminded me of what we had done.
Wolf One didn’t say anything when I dismounted his bike in the grassy parking area beside the bar. I didn’t mind. It’s not like I was expecting a goodbye kiss or anything. Besides, that would only take away from trashy, raunchy filthy sex I had just enjoyed.
The bartender gave me directions on how to find the highway. I was halfway home before I remembered that I was supposed to be heading for Camp Askerilla, to deliver my son’s asthma inhaler.
Fuck it, I thought. It was late, and I was tired. I could always head back out this way tomorrow morning with the stupid goddamned thing.
I might even manage to get lost again.
I warned Rhonda before we got hitched that she would end up spending a lot of nights on her own. Being the wife of a stand-up comic–even an up-and-comer like yours truly who finally is starting to make some decent money–would involve a few sacrifices on her part.
Some joke that turned out to be.
Looking back, I knew she would cheat. Sure, Rhonda said she would change her wild ways once she got a ring on her finger. She said she looked forward to giving up her job and becoming a happy one-man homemaker.
What a laugh! Basically, Rhonda will always be a
sexy, hot-tailed slut who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “faithful.” I should have known that she would never be content sitting around on her beautiful ass while her man was off earning “funny money.”
We first met when I had a one-night gig at a comedy club outside L.A. She was a waitress at the place.
She was dressed to show off all of her assets, in a too-tight baby-T that emphasized her oversized boobs and little satin shorts that revealed every inch of her long, smooth legs. She had shoulder-length, perfectly messed-up hair, somewhere between blonde and blonder. Her Cupid’s-bow lips were so large and puffy that every guy in the joint was imagining them wrapped around his joint.
The club didn’t have a dressing room, other than the crapper, so I watched Rhonda from a back table while I waited to take the stage. When she brought a guy his drink, she would lean way over, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. Her swollen tits nearly spilled out of her low-cut top.
And the view below her waist was every bit as nice. If her satin shorts had been any skimpier, they would have been a thong. The smooth, round cheeks of her ass were less than halfway covered. The front seam of the shorts was lodged snugly between her thick pussy lips.
I watched her work a table with three blue-collar guys off in a dark corner. While she was bent over and practically shoving her tits in one guy’s face, another of them slipped a hand inside a leghole of her shorts.
The guy looked like the type of asshole who enjoys seeing how much he can get away with. Instead of pulling away, Rhonda backed up against his hand and moved her butt in a slow circle, making him grin like a fool. Encouraged, he moved his hand farther up and inside Rhonda’s shorts.
I could see the outline of his fingers heading for her ass crack. It was damned unlikely that she was wearing panties, which meant that he had a clear field ahead.
I saw the impression of his middle finger start moving in and out. The lucky son of a bitch was finger-fucking Rhonda’s asshole, right there in that dark corner! She looked back at him with half-closed eyes and a grin so nasty, it made my dick jump.
I never had seen a girl look as unashamedly slutty in my life. I had been with some genuine tramps in my time too–from bad-reputation brats back in high school to stage-door groupies on the road. Yes, believe it or not, even a second-tier funnyman like me looks star-fuck-worthy to some dizzy dames.
The guy sitting beside the one who was probing Rhonda’s asshole looked like he was fresh off the farm. He was smiling all over himself at the sight of what his buddy was doing. Rhonda noticed his appreciative stare. She took one of his big hands and guided it inside the front of her other leghole, giving him access to her pussy.
The big goofball looked so gee-whiz grateful that his face actually turned red. I noticed that he didn’t pull his hand away, though.
I had to reach in a pocket to adjust my erection. I was hard as a rock just from imagining what he was feeling: the bulging lips of Rhonda’s cunt, the stiff bud of her clit, the creamy slickness of her fuckhole. I didn’t have to worry about anybody spotting what I was doing. Every other man within sight of Rhonda was watching her with his complete and undivided attention, the same way I was.
Rhonda still was bent over in front of the third guy at the table. He whispered something to her, and she nodded. I watched the guy scoop Rhonda’s left tit completely out of her stretchy neckline. The nipple that had been exposed was plump, deep pink and so stiff that it looked like a fingertip. The guy started sucking it.
Now Rhonda had one man’s finger up her shitter, another guy was frigging her pussy, and the third was sucking one tit and squeezing its mate. She silently threw back her head, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her slender legs were trembling. Jesus, she was getting off right there! Either that, or she was doing an Oscar-worthy job of faking it.
I was so engrossed in observing the impromptu live-sex show that I didn’t even realize the jazz combo onstage had stopped playing.
I was startled to hear the club’s manager introduce me over the club’s P.A. system: “Ladies and gents, all the way from beautiful downtown Tarzana, let’s give it up for T. J. Madison!”
In a panic, I tried buttoning my sport coat to hide my ridiculously prominent erection, but it was no use. Even worse, the thing was so unyieldingly hard that I knew it would not be shrinking back to its normal “at ease” dimensions for some time yet.
Refusing to go onstage was not an option. I definitely did not want word getting around that I was an unreliable booking. I told myself that I was going to have to improvise like I never had improvised before. After all, the ability to wing it is supposed to be the mark of a great comic, right?
I bounded up into the spotlight.
“Wow, take a look at this goddamned thing,” I said, turning in profile to show off my condition. “I never knew there was such a thing as a Viagra flashback! Imagine trying to get on a plane in this condition. ‘Trust me, screeners, that’s not a gun in my pants–I’m just really, really happy to see you!’”
The crowd was laughing. Really laughing, not producing the polite murmur I was used to. As I continued riffing on the pup tent in my pants, the crowd kept right on cracking up. Shit, you would have thought I was Kinison reincarnated!
“Hey, why don’t you take the poor thing out and give it some air?” shouted a surprisingly good-looking chick sitting near the stage.
“You kidding, baby?” I shot back at her, without missing a beat. “If I unzip now, this brontosaurus-neck boner would knock over your drink!”
I was on a roll. I mined up stuff about getting called to the blackboard with a stiffie in school, and trying to take a whiz with “morning wood,” and the relative merits of K-Y versus Jergens lotion for jerking off. All of those funny bits about boners definitely hit everybody’s funnybone.
Everybody including Rhonda. By now, she had finished up with the trio of happy-time Harrys in the corner. She was laughing and clapping right along with everybody else in the joint.
“Was that for real?” she asked me at the bar after my set. “I mean, you have something that you stick down the front of your pants before you go onstage, right?”
She apparently thought I had planned my whole rap beforehand. She thought my man-meat was my regular subject matter. She had no idea that I was making everything up “on the fly,” as it were.
“Do you really want to know the truth?” I asked, turning the charm on high. “You might not be able to handle the truth. Then again, I sure as hell wish you would!”
She giggled at that and said, “Come with me.”
A minute later I was in the rest room with Rhonda, getting my cock sucked with such incredible enthusiasm that it was love at first spurt. When I came, she swallowed every drop. She said if I stuck around until closing time, she would let me take her home.
From the scene I had seen earlier, I wondered how many dozens of other guys had received that privilege. Any girl who let strangers play with her asshole, pussy and tits the way I had seen Rhonda do was only one step up from being a whore.
Think that bothered me?
Think again, pal. I actually got off on knowing what a slut Rhonda was. It was a sheer fucking joy to be with a girl who was that free with her body and that much into sex.
At Rhonda’s place, we started off with some 69 action. She was on top, sucking my cock and grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her pubic hair was shaved into a tiny narrow triangle above her split. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her creamy cunt.
She kept thrusting her crotch forward, brazenly presenting her asshole to me while I ate her box. I dived right into that little pink pucker with my tongue, going back and forth between her two holes.
She wanted it doggie-style the first time we fucked. I thumbed her butt at the same time I was plowing her pussy, because I knew by then how much she liked having attention paid to that area. When I was ready to come, I slipped out of her twat and shot my load just inside the rim of her flexing little shitter.
We must have fucked and sucked more than half the night in her sloppy studio apartment. When I woke up and saw her making breakfast in the nude, with her beautiful bare ass shining pink in the morning sunlight, I knew this was the girl I wanted to marry.
Call me traditional, but there was no question, I was hooked.
I didn’t ask right away, of course. Even I’m not that big a fucking idiot.
For one thing, I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of desperate, needy douchebag. Also, like I said, I was not entirely sure it was right for a guy like me who was still “paying his dues” to get hitched.
We kept seeing each other, though, and screwing like rabbits. I’ll tell you something weird, though. When we were in bed, my mind kept wandering to thoughts of how many other men had fingered, sucked or fucked Rhonda.
I knew I was not the only guy she was seeing. She almost always smelled like sex: that musky aroma of sweat, pussy and come that is more arousing than any perfume. Sometimes I could even taste the last man she had been with when I peeled off her panties and went down on her.
I never told Rhonda that the thought of her with other guys excited me, though. That would have ruined everything. It was more erotic to know that she had been out cheating on me, stripping and sucking and fucking strangers behind my back.
Only one thing could be hotter, I thought. If the idea of a cheating girlfriend was this erotic, how much more incredible would it be, I wondered, to have a cheating wife? I pictured Rhonda using her wedding-ring hand to guide another man’s stiff cock into her cunt. My bride was guaranteed to be the type who would commit adultery over and over again, whenever I was not around.
That may sound like a laughable reason to get married, but what can I say? I’m a funny guy.
My strategy paid off less than a week after the ceremony. On a Wednesday when Rhonda thought I was emceeing an open-mike night in Santa Clarita, I was secretly stationed outside our bedroom window in the bushes. Somehow, I knew my new bride would cheat on me in our own marriage bed, instead of going to another guy’s place. After all, what could be nastier?
Sure enough, after about an hour I saw the lights come on. Peeking in the narrow vertical slit at the edge of the closed blinds, I saw Rhonda with a tall, muscular black dude.
I stealthily unzipped my pants and stroked my increasingly demanding cock as I watched Rhonda peel down for the guy while he sat on our bed. Then she went to her knees, undid his pants and tugged them down.
The guy’s cock was thick, uncircumcised and chocolate brown. It also was substantially longer and thicker than mine. It stood up from his crotch like a throbbing club. I watched Rhonda put a hand around that fat monster and stroke it, revealing its bulging pink head. She looked up at him with a grin and then took his big cock in her lipsticked mouth.
I tugged on myself as I watched Rhonda lick and suck his huge black dick. My balls got hard and tight as I watched him roll her onto her back, spread her legs and fuck her pretty pussy with that oversized prick. She was so wet that her lover’s cock was covered in milky-white cream all the way down to his sac.
Rhonda gritted her teeth and squealed as she climaxed. I shot off at the same time, spurting on the stucco wall below the window. When I saw the black guy slide his dick out of Rhonda’s snatch and jizz all over her pale belly, I couldn’t help squirting out a few more ropes of semen.
For six months after that episode, I secretly stuck around the house every Wednesday night when Rhonda thought I was working.
I saw her blow one guy while another did her doggie-style. I watched her suck off a buff college-age stud who had just fucked her long and hard in the asshole. She spread her legs for everyone from well-groomed businessman types to hip-hop gang-bangers, all while I jerked myself off outside.
I even started working Rhonda’s infidelities into my act. When I knew she was not in the audience listening, I would include lines like:
“My wife enjoys making love with me so much, she practices with other guys when I’m not around.”
“What’s the difference between a wife and a card shark? A card shark doesn’t leave a wet spot on the bed when he cheats–or on the sofa, the dining-room table and the headrest of my favorite recliner.”
“I may not have been my wife’s first, but I’m pretty sure I was one of her first hundred . . . thousand.”
The slutty-wife jokes went over even better than my old boner material. This stuff was gold!
The things I saw Rhonda do during those whack-off Wednesday window shows kept me hard and horny all week long. Until you have seen your naked wife covered in sweat with another man’s come dribbling from her well-stretched cunt, you don’t know the real depths of married love.
I had witnessed Rhonda taking cocks in every one of her holes, dicks of every color and size. I had seen her swallow semen pumped into her sucking, hungry mouth. I had watched men tongue-fuck her pussy and her asshole, making her cry out with orgasmic delight.
It was the perfect marriage. I loved everything I saw. And so, naturally, I started wanting even more.
Call me greedy, but I was going nuts from thinking about all of Rhonda’s encounters that I might have been missing. Knowing that she must be cheating on me as much every other night as on Wednesdays, I decided that spying on her once a week was not enough.
I called a club where I had a regular gig every Thursday. I said I was sick.
I was sick, all right. Sick of having to wait six days to see other men screw my wife! I took up my usual position in the bushes behind our house. The bedroom was dark, but I knew it wouldn’t be that way for long. Rhonda always left the lights on when she had sex.
Sure enough, the bedroom light came on. Rhonda walked in, dressed in only a lacy pearl-color camisole and matching panties. She never wore regular clothes around the house, and I don’t even think she owned a bra. She said she liked the smooth feel of silk against her big swinging tits. Maybe that’s why her nipples were always stiff.
Pretty soon a new stranger was going to pull that skimpy camisole over her head and put his mouth on Rhonda’s fantastic tits, sucking them hard. He would peel off her tiny underpants and be treated to the sight of her fastidiously trimmed pussy–so pretty, it begged to be kissed.
I unzipped and took out my cock. I was eager to see the looks of the next in a long line of fortunate fuckers who would follow my wife into our bedroom and have his wicked way with her.
No one joined her. Rhonda stretched out on the bed, picked up a magazine and started reading.
What the hell?
All of a sudden, she idly glanced in my direction. When she spotted me through the narrow gap between the edge of the blinds and the sill, she gave a little jump and cried out, “Jesus!”
I was so startled, I fell backward into a bush, twisting one of my ankles so badly that I couldn’t stand up. What hurt even more was knowing that I had blown my cover. Never again would I be able to watch Rhonda with other men from that hidden vantage point. My secret was out.
Rhonda threw open the window and glared down at me. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I just . . . I only–”
She twisted her mouth into a beautiful smirk. “You wanted to see if I was cheating, didn’t you? Don’t you trust me?”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” I said in desperation. I decided that the only way to save my marriage was to be honest. “I . . . well, I like watching you do it with other guys. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this.”
She crossed her arms and glared at me for what felt like forever. Then a corner of her luscious mouth turned up in a nasty smile. She dropped the “mad” act, giggled and said, “No shit, Sherlock.”
She had known all along!
She knew, but she didn’t mind fucking and sucking other men right in front of her husband. What a woman!
“But since you had to get greedy by showing up more than once this week,” she added, “I won’t be inviting guys over anymore. A girl who is being bad needs her privacy every now and then, you know. You have to be punished for being such a glutton.”
My face fell. “No, you can’t! Please! Don’t stop fucking other men, I’m begging you!”
She crossed her arms under her big, beautiful tits and cocked an eyebrow at me. “I’m kidding, stupid. Jeez, for a comedian, you sure don’t have much of a sense of humor.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. That was for two reasons.
First, I could go on watching Rhonda service strangers on our matrimonial mattress while I did “stand-up” duty outside the window. The fact that Rhonda knew I got off on seeing her suck and fuck other guys didn’t ruin things at all, as it turns out. Hell, it actually made me hotter!
What was the other benefit of Rhonda continuing to part her hungry lips, spread her sweet thighs and offer her tight asshole to other men? Why, it meant that my cheating, slutty, wonderful wife would continue supplying me with fresh material for my act for a long, long time . . . to come!
“God, you sure know how to make me come.” Her oversize tits standing up proudly from her narrow chest, Teresa is lying back against the fluffy pillows of your bed. She is the perfect image of lazy post-orgasmic bliss. Her knees are bent. The smooth soles of her pretty feet are flat on the rumpled sheet. One of her small hands rests atop the glossy dark curls of her expertly manicured pubic bush.
At that moment, you cannot imagine why you keep running around with other women. You tell yourself that any guy in your situation who can’t be satisfied with what he has is either an idiot, a masochist or too goddamned picky.
Teresa’s mouth is kiss-smeared with extremely red lipstick, which has the effect of making it look even more sensuous than usual. The lips between her legs are gaping like a fleshy monk’s hood, slack from the extended fucking you just gave her. Her bare crotch glistens with wetness. You watch a thick dollop of your semen ooze from her salmon-color slit, growing bigger. It finally rolls downward and out of sight between her firm ass cheeks.
Teresa stares in dreamy adoration as you caress one of her bare legs. “You’re fantastic,” she says. You smile and playfully roll her onto her side, so you can massage her flawless back and compact butt. With her legs pulled up, the wings of Teresa’s cunt are even more prominent from this rear angle. They are like soft, pink triangles jutting from between her closed thighs.
You place a palm on the higher of her cheeks, pushing it upward, spreading her crack. You use the thumb of that hand to trace the slot of her pussy, sliding it back and forth. You push the thumb in her slippery fuckhole. You go deeper, working the thumb in and out, using it like a surrogate cock. Teresa sighs with pleasure.
You remove your thumb from her sex. You slide it across her smooth perineum to her anus. You rub the slick pad of your thumb all around the crinkled knot of her asshole, making it slippery. Gently but firmly, you begin pushing your thumb inside the rim of that tighter hole.
Through all of this, Teresa is as willingly compliant as a docile harem girl. That makes you feel stupid all over again for all the times you have cheated on her. That’s not just because of the guilt you feel whenever you “step out,” but because none of those one-night stands ever turns out to be as good in the sack as she is.
Tonight, for example, you fucked Teresa’s mouth and the sweet space between her incredible tits before gushing your load in her pretty pink pussy. Now that you are hard again, she is raising no objections whatsoever to you enjoying the nasty pleasures of her asshole.
What more could any guy want?
You reach for the nightstand drawer and uncap a tube of lube. Holding Teresa’s cheeks apart again, you place the tube’s plastic tip just inside her anal opening, then squeeze out nearly half the contents. Teresa gives a deep moan that is so erotic, it makes your cock throb.
You get into “spoon” position behind her. Taking hold of your stiff prick at its base, you rub your dickhead up and down Teresa’s shallow crack. Her anus is so small that you almost have trouble finding that little opening by feel alone. Then all of a sudden you know you are in the right place.
A gentle thrust. Her anus is tiny. Every time you fuck her this way, you are amazed that her asshole can open wide enough to accommodate your entire erection. You press harder. You can almost feel Teresa concentrating, as if she is willing herself to relax. Then the swollen helmet of your hard-on slips inside her shitter.
Even with all of that lube, she is so tight, you can barely make any headway at first. Slowly, steadily, you get another inch of your meat inside her greased rectum, then another. It feels so good that you break out in a light sweat. Another inch. “Oh, God,” Teresa moans. “It’s so huge. So fucking huge!”
“I’m almost there, baby,” you say, reaching around her body to squeeze her tits. “Almost all the way in. Jesus, your asshole feels good!”
You know that Teresa wants to take all of your cock. She wants to give you everything a woman can give a man. You go deeper. Almost there.
“Do it!” she says. “Shove it all the way inside me!”
You push harder, deeper, until you feel your balls pressing against the narrow bridge of skin between her stuffed-full anus and her seeping vagina. You are completely in.
Things sure as hell hadn’t gone this well a mere twenty-four hours earlier with Devina. No, not by a long shot.
Everything had started off promisingly. Devina was temping at the law office where you work. She was filling in for Carole, who was out with the flu.
Although she was dressed professionally and not wearing an excessive amount of makeup, something about Devina shouted the word “slut.” She was languid and sexy, and gave off an unmistakable “first-date fuck” vibe. You wanted her so much, you had to reach in your pocket to adjust your cock when you looked at her.
Still, you felt iffy about approaching her for a date. That was not just because of workplace-harassment worries, or the fact that you already had sweet Teresa at your beck and call. Even in this enlightened age, you wondered if dark-and-lovely Devina would turn you down because you happened to be white.
You never had been with a black girl before, but not for lack of trying. In college, you once tried asking out a coffee-toned beauty with thick, Beyonce-blonde curls. Her only reply was a dismissive furrowed-brow expression that said, “What the fuck are you thinking?”
You decided that Devina was worth the risk of a similar shoot-down. Her glossy black hair tumbled in loose ringlets to her shoulders. She had a narrow nose but lusciously thick lips, and that silk blouse wasn’t exactly hiding her impressive bustline.
You eased up to her desk. “Hi, I’m Jordan. I was wondering if you were doing anything after work tonight.”
“Sure,” she answered, leaning back and giving you a suggestive smile. “I’m going to dinner with you. And we’re going someplace really, really nice too. Am I right?”
“Oh, right,” you said, thrown off balance. It occurred to you that Devina may have been attracted to something other than your sparkling personality. After all, she was a making-next-to-nothing temp, and you were a junior partner in an expensive suit.
Fuck it! So long as she ended up in your bed, you couldn’t care less what was going on in her head.
She was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her big tits to full advantage when you picked her up that night. She was smiling and pleasant through dinner, listening attentively to your stories about office politics and your law-school exploits. You didn’t think about Teresa once during the entire meal.
As the two of you were finishing dessert, you put your balls on the line. “I’d love to see you out of that dress,” you said. “Want to go back to my place?”
She looked sideways at you, with meaningfully half-closed eyes. “Sure. So long as you give me cab fare home. I’d say two hundred should cover it.”
If she had not been sitting right in front of you, looking so delicious and exotic and hot, the idea of paying for sex would have held no appeal for you whatsoever. But knowing that you were only two bills and twenty minutes away from getting your cock inside that beautiful big-titted whore made it too damned hard to stand on principle.
She didn’t waste time once she was in your condo. While you undressed, she casually flipped off the shoulder straps of her dress and let it drop to the floor. No bra, no panties, only thigh-high stockings with lacy elastic tops. Her nipples stood out like chocolate-covered cherries. Her crotch was shaved bare. She got into your bed. When you joined her, she went down on you without even giving you a kiss first.
You turned around in 69 position. She opened her legs. The pink inner lips of her cunt contrasted dramatically with her dark skin. You held those lips apart and used your tongue on her pussy. You didn’t care that she was a whore, or how many guys might have been there before, or that you were cheating on Teresa. Everything you wanted was right in front of you, and you were going for it.
Make that “almost everything.”
After a few minutes, you pulled your cock away from Devina’s mouth and said, “I’ve got to fuck you.” Devina wordlessly lay back and spread her legs. You climbed on her naked body, situating the tip of your rigid hard-on at the opening of her cunt, and drove your cock home.
Devina bucked, groaned and rubbed your nuts while you plowed her pussy. She was good at her work, that was for sure. Too good. You were afraid you were going to come before getting what you wanted most of all.
You placed your mouth close to her ear and said, “I want to fuck you in the ass.”
“No way, baby,” she calmly replied, still grinding her crotch against yours. “Not my style.”
You didn’t know if you were more confused or frustrated. A normal girl saying no would have been understandable. Lots of women were not into anal sex, as you were all too well aware. But a hooker?
“I can pay extra,” you offered.
“I said ‘no,’ baby. Now either finish up or get off.”
You thought about what an idiot you had been for not agreeing to terms earlier. This was even worse than what had happened three days before, when it had been Carole herself in your bed.
You had been flirting with Carole the secretary ever since your first day on the job. She was a funny, friendly, incredibly cute brunette, one of those former tomboys who never seems to realize that she turned into a beautiful woman somewhere along the way. She got knocked up at eighteen by some jerk who didn’t stick around, and was raising her five-year-old on her own. Underneath that noble single-mom exterior, though, you sensed there still might be some hidden wildness.
Three days ago, she finally had agreed to go out with you on an actual date, as opposed to occasional lunches at places near work. She didn’t know about your fuck-buddy Teresa. It had been hard enough convincing Carole to mix business with pleasure already, without letting her know you had been sticking your dick elsewhere for the past week.
Keeping that relationship secret definitely paid off. After a few drinks at the restaurant, Carole leaned toward you. “You’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time,” she said. “Haven’t you?”
That was exactly what you had wanted, but cute Carole putting it into so many words in a public place still shocked you. “Oh, yeah,” you said, recovering. “Definitely.”
“Well, tonight just might be your lucky night, bucko.” She clinked her glass against yours. “I’ve decided that being a reformed goody-goody Catholic girl is a big, fat pain in the ass, and I’m ready to have some fun.”
You didn’t ask what had inspired her change of heart. Like any guy, you were not about to question this kind of incredible good fortune.
Sure enough, Carole came back to your place after dinner and a movie. You sat on the bed and kissed. She rubbed your cock through your pants while you unbuttoned her blouse.
She turned out to be wearing a soft cotton bra, the kind whose cups are as see-through as a thin T-shirt. Her nipples were large and spread out. You unsnapped the bra’s front clasp. Carole kissed you with real passion as you fingered the stiffening tips of her tits.
You found the zipper at the back of her skirt. She stood and wriggled out of the skirt, standing before you in pantyhose without panties. Her pubic hair was a dark triangle of curls behind the nylon. She put her thumbs in the waistband and pushed the pantyhose down her slender legs, baring herself, then slipped under the sheets.
You stripped and joined her, your cock already hard. Her pussy was creamy with her juices when you reached down to finger her split. “God, it’s been so long,” she breathed. “So fucking long. Fuck me. I want to get fucked.”
You got between her legs and easily slipped inside her sex. She was warm and very wet. Carole raised her legs and wrapped them around your waist, locking her ankles behind you, drawing you even deeper inside her hungry cunt.
Carole was holding you so close and panting so hard that you knew she was ready to come. When she did, you felt her flood your crotch and balls with fluid. She was so turned on that she had climaxed like a man, spurting from her pussy.
“Christ, you’re hot,” you moaned, out of your head with pleasure. “I want to–”
“What do you want, honey?” Carole was still grinding against you like an animal in heat. “You can tell me.”
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
Carole froze beneath your body, as if someone had hit an invisible “pause” switch. When she started moving again, you could tell things were different.
You were so goddamned tired of this happening. Somewhere in the big, wide world, there had to be someone besides Teresa who would let you stick your cock up her ass. Sure, Teresa was great, but a little variety would be nice now and then.
“You’ve been watching too many pornos,” Carole said. “Real girls don’t like that.”
Without thinking, you blurted out, “Teresa does.”
Carole took your head in her hands and narrowed her eyes, looking uncharacteristically angry. “And who the fuck is Teresa?”
Things were beyond all hope now. You didn’t care. “A girl I’ve been seeing.”
“One who lets you stick your dick up her ass?”
Carole’s suddenly bitchy attitude was pissing you off. Even though you knew you were slamming the door shut on any future fuck sessions, you said, “Yeah, she lets me fuck her in the ass. Every time we get together, as a matter of fact. That’s because she’s not some picky little princess like you.”
Carole was out from under you, back in her clothes and out the door in no time. She was in such a hurry that she forgot her coat. If she hadn’t had too much pride to come back and get it, she might not have come down with the flu.
It was exactly one week earlier that you had seen Teresa naked in all her glory for the very first time. Beautiful Teresa. Perfect Teresa.
Or, more accurately, “Three-Way Teresa.” That was her officially trademarked name.
She looked even better in person than she did on the Internet site. You kept looking back at her as you read her instruction manual. She looked so realistic, from her blue eyes to her puffy nipples to her pink pussy. Life-size, bendable, posable and definitely fuckable.
The booklet said her vocabulary included not only moans and sighs, but phrases such as “God, you sure know how to make me come,” “You’re fantastic” and “Shove it all the way inside me!” Those and dozens more were activated by touch sensors on her body.
There was one thing Teresa didn’t say:
“No.”
Jeremy Riven was finding out way more than he ever thought he would know about his company CEO’s sex life. He watched the forty-something software mogul push up his pretty secretary’s skirt from behind. She was a fresh-faced, honey-blonde cutie in her early twenties, but she didn’t look a day over eighteen.
She turned out to be wearing sheer stockings and a black garter belt under her tailored gray skirt. She also turned out not to be wearing underpants.
The CEO was seated behind his massive granite-top desk. His hard cock stuck up from the open fly of his Armani trousers. When his dewy-fresh assistant bent over the desk, the CEO spread the smooth, bare cheeks of her ass with both hands. Then he leaned forward and buried his face in her pink crack, licking and sucking and moaning with pleasure.
“God, your asshole tastes sweet,” he said. “So fucking sweet.”
His young assistant wiggled her perfect rump in his face, then pressed it back harder against his open mouth.
Jeremy knew he shouldn’t be seeing any of this. That was what made it so exciting. What made it even more exciting was the person who was watching along with him.
Fifteen minutes earlier, Jeremy had been so zoned from writing computer code for twelve straight hours that he had barely batted an eyelid when his screen abruptly went black. The programmer five cubicles away had not been quite so complacent.
“Shit!” shouted Martina Miller, her voice echoing in the way-after-hours stillness. “Shit, shit, fucking shit!” Jeremy heard her throw something heavy against the fabric-covered wall of her modular unit.
Jeremy leaned back in his ergonomic chair, locking his fingers behind his shaggy head. It was almost four in the morning. He was surprised anyone else was around at this time of night, let alone the one female employee who actually had a social life.
“Forget to hit ‘save?’” Jeremy called out, attempting to sound nonchalantly friendly.
“Fuck you,” came Martina’s reply.
Jeremy smiled. Jesus, that girl was hot. Not just hot for a chick who knew programming language, but dirty-hot and bitchy, like Jeremy’s favorite porn stars. He had a thing for skinny sluts with nice tits and lots of attitude. Not that he ever actually dated any of them, but he knew what he liked.
Martina had come on board almost a month ago. The department head had brought her around for the customary quickie intros before installing her in her cubicle. She obviously knew she was good at what she did, because she definitely did not bother with “dressing for success.”
She was all in black that first day. Black T-shirt, black jeans, clunky black boots. Black fingernails. Big, puffy lips that were not black, but an extremely dark shade of plum. Jet-black eyes and spiky black hair.
Jeremy had attempted to make small talk with her a few times. She always either looked right through him or, on those rare occasions when she bothered acknowledging his existence, offered dismissive one-word responses.
That didn’t stop Jeremy from beating off to fantasies about her every night. He wanted to suck her pretty tits, eat her pussy, lick her asshole, and fuck her for hours while she called him very rude names. Mean Martina. Ill-mannered Martina. Magnificent Martina.
He found out things about her. She lived in a loft apartment downtown. She drove a black ’69 Karmann Ghia convertible, which was good for extra “cool” points. And, according to online interoffice gossip, she had lots of one-night stands with men she met at clubs and bars.
She supposedly was really into giving head. That was according to somebody who said he saw her blowing a guy in a back bedroom at a party. Maybe it was bullshit, but Jeremy liked to think it was true. The thought of Martina on her knees, sucking off some big-cocked stranger and not giving a damn who caught her doing it, made Jeremy’s own dick hard.
He heard Martina throw something else and cuss some more. She was so immature, such a brat, such a sexy little bitch. God, how he wanted her.
His phone rang, sounding very loud in the after-hours quiet. “I figured you’d still be here if anybody would,” said Bob, one of the night techs from downstairs. “Listen, the system is gonna be down for at least a couple hours. Don’t ask why, everything’s just fucked again.”
“Okay, thanks.” Jeremy hung up. He called out to Martina, “They say the system will be down for a couple of hours.”
She surprised him by sticking her head around the corner of his niche. “Ain’t that a bitch?” she said with a smirk.
Jeremy sat straighter in his chair. He hoped his hair wasn’t too messed up. Martina was wearing a man’s-style black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans, and cracked black leather sandals. The black polish on her toenails was very chipped. She looked fantastic.
“You can probably take off and go home,” Jeremy said. “It’s not like we can do anything around here for a while.”
“Oh, I’ll bet we can find something,” she said. “Come on.” She walked off without looking back.
Jeremy didn’t ask where they were going. He would follow her anywhere. She got on the elevator and hit the button for the top floor, which was strictly executive offices only. He wondered if she planned to break something, steal something or vandalize something. He also started wondering if joining her had been such a good idea.
She led him down the carpeted hall to the CEO’s office, then stopped suddenly. “Shit, his door’s open,” she whispered. “What’s that fucker still doing around here this late?”
She hustled Jeremy into an unlocked storage closet beside the office. She put a finger to her lips when he started to say something. Then she moved aside a few reams of stationery, revealing two small holes in the wall.
“One of the maintenance guys told me about this place,” she whispered. “He said they like to check out how the other half lives.”
She bent over to peek through one of the holes. Jeremy leaned beside her to look through the other. His face was very close to hers. He felt his heart beat faster. He didn’t know what the hell Martina originally wanted to do in the CEO’s office if no one had been around. But he thought it probably was for the best that all they could do was play peeping Tom.
The CEO was looking at his watch. His blonde personal assistant said, “The London office knows you are expecting them to call. I’m sure it will be any minute now.” The way she said it was so coquettish and sexy that it was obvious the two of them had more than a working relationship.
“The fuckers know how important this is,” the CEO said. “Fucking time zones. What do they care if it’s after four in the morning here?”
His assistant walked around the desk. “How about if I let you do a little something that will take your mind off your troubles?” she said, very sing-songy and seductive.
That was when she turned around, offering her shapely backside to her boss. He unzipped and took out his cock, which already was hard, and gave it a few tugs.
Jeremy and Martina watched in fascination as the CEO pushed up his assistant’s conservative skirt and started eating her ass. The blonde leaned over his desk and rested her upper body on its granite surface. She clearly loved the attention she was getting. She closed her eyes and gave little moans of pleasure as the CEO licked and probed her asshole with his tongue.
Martina looked at Jeremy in surprised delight, as if she wanted to bust out laughing. He smiled back at her. They returned their attention to what was going on in the next room.
The CEO stood and positioned his stiff dick against the blonde’s anus. “Open up for me, baby,” he said, making shallow thrusts at her tight opening. “Relax that ass and let me fuck it. Let me shove my cock right up your ass.”
The blonde grunted with pleasure as the CEO pushed in deeper. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s the way. Let my dick inside your hot shitter. Let me fuck that sweet ass.”
Martina grabbed Jeremy’s arm. Tears were in her eyes. She looked like she was going to lose control and laugh out loud any second. Jeremy risked touching her. He held a hand over her mouth and whispered, “Shhhhhh! We don’t want to miss the big finish!”
She didn’t pull away, only nodded. Jeremy couldn’t believe they actually were “sharing a moment.” And what a goddamned moment!
In the next room, the CEO was groaning like a dying man as he pumped the blonde’s butthole. The blonde made strangled sounds with each of his thrusts. Suddenly, the CEO barked, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes!”
He trembled and grimaced through his orgasm. The blonde’s eyes rolled up in her head as she accepted his creamy gift. When the CEO pulled out, a thick rope of come connected the tip of his dick to her gaping asshole. At that moment, his phone rang.
“London calling!” Martina giggled. “Come on, let’s get out of here!”
She hurried back to the elevator, Jeremy close behind. When the doors closed, Jeremy said, “I guess it’s more than just our stockholders who are getting fucked in the ass around here.” It was no secret that the company was on the ropes financially.
Martina smiled. “Got that right. Speaking of which . . .” She hit the button for seven. “You’ll like this.”
She led him to the seventh-floor ladies’ restroom and pushed open the door. When Jeremy hung back, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, past an upholstered divan and around a corner.
Jeremy couldn’t believe how playful and friendly Martina had become. He allowed the thought to cross his mind that this might be because he was the only guy around, but then realized he didn’t give a damn.
She pushed open the door of the middle toilet stall. “Check out the graffiti,” she said. Scratched into the paint was, “Don’t sit down. Our software’s not the only thing with bugs.”
Jeremy laughed. “That’s great!”
“Thanks, it’s one of mine,” Martina replied.
As they started to leave, they heard the door to the hallway swing open again. They hung back. Jeremy expected whoever had entered to come around the corner and catch him there, leading to God knew what kind of sexual harassment lawsuit, termination or worse.
But no one came around the corner. Jeremy and Martina heard two women’s voices, very soft. The women apparently had stopped to sit on the divan.
“It’s okay,” one of them said. “We can’t do anything else tonight until the men finish shampooing the carpet. Just relax.”
The other woman said something softly in Spanish. Jeremy realized the two of them must have been on the housekeeping staff. The first woman answered, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”
Jeremy and Martina kept perfectly still, not wanting to give themselves away. They heard the moist sounds of the two women kissing. They heard the divan creak as the women changed positions, probably stretching out and lying next to each other. They heard the whispers of clothes slipping from bodies.
They heard a wet, rhythmic, repeating sound. It was the sound of one woman finger-fucking the other, pushing in and out of her sopping-wet pussy. More kissing, louder, wetter. Quiet moans and sighs. And then the unmistakable sound of the women licking and sucking each other’s cunt.
Martina put her mouth right against Jeremy’s ear. As quietly as she could, she whispered, “This is so fucking hot my own pussy’s getting wet.” She put her hand on Jeremy’s crotch. That excited him so much he wanted to come. Feeling how hard he was, Martina said, “You like it too, don’t you?”
Jeremy nodded. The two unseen women were bucking against each other’s face by then, making the divan creak. One of them let out a long, low cry. The other said, “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come good and hard for me. Now make me come too. Make me come. That’s it.”
Soon the first woman was groaning through her own climax. Then all that Jeremy and Martina heard was slow, regular breathing. Martina kept rubbing Jeremy’s hard-on through his pants, silently, insistently. Jeremy’s dick was so hard it was throbbing.
Finally, they heard the two women getting dressed. But one of them suddenly came around the corner, apparently to clean herself up. She was a petite Hispanic, young and pretty. The bottom half of her face glistened with her lover’s pussy juice, and her hair was a mess.
“Madre dios!” she exclaimed, placing a hand at her chest and stepping backward. Her lover, an older and very Anglo brunette, came around the corner to see what was wrong.
“We won’t tell if you guys won’t!” said Martina, quickly pulling Jeremy past the two and out the door. Neither woman followed them.
In the elevator, Martina punched the garage button, then grabbed Jeremy around the waist. Her tongue went in his mouth. She held onto the cheeks of his ass and ground her crotch against his. He pushed right back, pressing her against the front of the elevator.
This was too fucking perfect, Jeremy thought. This was fantastic. Martina was so turned on that she was ready to fuck anything with a dick. For once in his miserable life, he was in the right place at exactly the right time.
“Don’t you want to know where we’re going?” she asked.
“Tell me.”
“We’re gonna drive to my place, and you’re going to fuck me until I come at least three times. What the hell do you think about that?”
The elevator stopped. Jeremy answered by pulling her out behind him. They abruptly realized that they were on the mezzanine level overlooking the front lobby, not in the garage. Martina’s ass apparently had bumped the “M” button while they were making out.
They could see the security guard at his semicircular desk below. He had not heard the sound of the elevator because his portable radio was turned up to the max, blasting classic rock that echoed off the marble walls.
He was staring at a porn mag spread out before him, opened to a pictorial of a black man fucking a white girl. The guard was yanking his stiff dick, oblivious to the rest of the world. His cockhead was swollen and nearly purple.
“Looks like everybody has his own personal way of dealing with downtime in this joint,” Martina said.
The guard’s arm was really working, pumping his dick. When he started to come, he shakily stood up from his chair to gush his load directly onto the magazine’s slick pages.
Jeremy and Martina got back on the elevator without being spotted, and headed down again. They hurried across the concrete. Martina shoved him against the side of her parked Ghia. Still standing, she reached for Jeremy’s zipper. “Let’s take this bad boy out and get a look at him before we go anywhere,” she said.
She reached inside his khakis and boxers. She took hold of his shaft. Jeremy prayed that he wouldn’t embarrass himself by coming right away. Martina tugged his stiff cock out of his fly.
“Very nice,” she said, stroking it approvingly. Then she went to her knees and took it inside her warm mouth. She nursed at its straining head, gently squeezing his balls, making him feel so goddamned good he never wanted her to stop. He didn’t want to come, not yet, not now.
Jeremy looked up into the face of a bearded man in a white smock. “He’s coming around now,” the man said. “Nothing to worry about.”
Jeremy pushed himself up on his elbows. He was stretched out on his back on the concrete floor of the garage. A few dawn-shift coworkers were standing around him. What the fuck?
“Hypoglycemic, right?” the bearded man asked. “Must have passed out on the way to your car. Low blood sugar. Your friend here called us.” He nodded at Martina.
“Hey, I’m not his fucking friend,” Martina said, her old bitchy self.
“Yeah, well, whatever,” the paramedic said. “Anyway, my advice is to eat better and take it easy for a few days. You probably could use some downtime, working at a high-pressure place like this.”
Jeremy woozily got to his feet. “Okay, yeah. Sure.” He turned toward Martina, but she already was inside her Ghia. She started it up and sped away without a word.
Was she only pretending not to know him because other people were around, and because he was such a total geek, and because she was too incredibly hot to be seen with his ilk? Or had Jeremy only imagined every wonderful, dirty thing that he thought had happened during the past hour?
He started toward his car, rubbing his neck. He stopped. There was one way to find out if Martina really had gone on “night patrol” with him in the building, had French-kissed him in the elevator and sucked his hard cock by her car. One definite way.
With any luck, nobody on the seventh floor would be using the ladies’ room for the next few minutes.
My girlfriend Lila and I started dating a few months ago, and last week I decided to take her to Atlantic City for the weekend. It’s only a short drive from where we live, so it was definitely convenient. Plus, Lila told me once that gambling gets her completely horny, and I didn’t have to hear much more than that to make my decision.
We left on Saturday morning to head down there. The fact is that Lila is horny most of the time anyway, but I guess the excitement of going to the casino got her even more turned on than usual. I was doing the driving, because I thought she would want to take a little nap in the car. But Lila definitely had other ideas in mind. About forty–five minutes into the trip, she leaned her head on my shoulder and started rubbing me between my thighs. I was completely shocked, because we had never fooled around before while I was driving. But my cock started to get so hard I thought it was going to rip a hole through the denim. I didn’t think I could take much more, and I was dying for her to suck on it. As if she could read my mind, she started to unbutton my jeans and unzip my fly. I leaned back in the seat so I could make room for her head in my lap. My dick was popping out of my boxer shorts, begging to be played with. Lila fingered the head of it for about ten minutes before I told her that she was driving me so crazy I was afraid I would crash the car. I needed her mouth around my meat before I exploded.
With that she smiled at me and turned around in the seat, lowering her head and wrapping her lips around me, and immediately started to deep–throat my rod. I love the way she knows exactly what turns me on the most. With my dick deep in her mouth, she took the head into the back of her throat and started to gargle with it. That girl is so good at sucking dick she could make a career out of it!
Needless to say, it didn’t take me very long to come, and I soon shot my load down Lila’s gulping throat. She drank every bit of my juice but kept sucking away, trying to get me hard again. But by then we were almost to Atlantic City, so I told her we should get ourselves together because we’d be there in ten minutes. Lila began to pout a little, but I assured her that once we got checked in she could have as much of me as she could handle.
We arrived at the casino brimming with excitement. We’d only been together a short while, and this was our first trip away, so I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. As it turned out, though, what I got was way more than I had anticipated!
We checked in and made our way up to the room to drop off our bags. I was feeling a little spent after shooting my load in the car, so we decided to head straight for the casino instead of fooling around some more. That turned out to be a very interesting decision.
Lila and I did a few laps around the casino, looking for two empty seats, and finally found a blackjack table with room for both of us. We each took out a couple hundred dollars, and immediately started winning. I couldn’t believe our luck! After about an hour, we were up a grand each, and I could feel Lila’s hand making its way up my thigh. I was really turned on by winning, and by having this beautiful woman next to me as heated up as I was. Once she felt how hard my dick was, she took my hand and put it between her legs. I hadn’t even realized until then that she didn’t have any panties on. At that moment, I didn’t think my life could get much more exciting-but I was wrong.
I didn’t let my hand linger too long, for fear of being spotted by either the dealer or another player, but it was there long enough to feel how wet her pussy was. I couldn’t think about blackjack for a second, and I wound up losing the hand. No big deal, I thought-I was already up a thousand dollars. But that hand turned out to be just the first of several losing hands, and then the desperation set in. I started betting bigger, until I had gone from betting twenty–five bucks a hand to betting a couple of hundred.
Unfortunately, Lila was now on the same losing pace as I was. Within half an hour we had lost everything that we had won, and were now digging into the money that we brought with us. We had both agreed to leave all our credit cards at home, knowing that we could get in really big trouble if we started using those. After another half hour, we were down to fifty bucks each. Not good, since we were planning to spend the rest of the day there, and then stay overnight.
I was feeling completely dejected as we got up to leave the table. “What are we going to do, James?” Lila asked me. I had no idea. Obviously I hadn’t planned on losing so big, and I wasn’t even really sure how it had happened. I felt terrible that I had lost all my money, and even worse that Lila had lost all of hers.
“Well, we can’t do much with a hundred bucks between the two of us,” I said. “But at least we can go to the bar and get a drink.” Lila loves whiskey, so at least I figured it might dull the pain for the time being. We made our way over to one of the bars and ordered a couple of Jack and cokes.
We had been at the bar for about ten minutes when a guy in his forties sat down next to me. There was a baseball game on the TV, and it seemed we were both fans of one of the teams, so we started talking. Lila is a huge sports fan also, and even though she hated the team we were rooting for, it gave us all something to talk about. There’s not much about sports that Lila doesn’t like to talk about, so the conversation was smooth and lively for a while.
But the thing is, Lila likes to talk about sex too. And the conversation definitely took a turn when, out of the blue, Lila said that she’d always dreamed about fucking a catcher, because of their flexibility.
That’s my girl-not shy at all about saying what’s on her mind!
We all had a good laugh over that, so at least Lila was smiling again. Then our new friend, who told us his name was Sam, said he had been sitting at the blackjack table with us, and was sorry we had lost all our money. He even offered to pay for our drinks. I hadn’t noticed him at the table, but then again it’s hard to notice anyone else when Lila is around. She’s a gorgeous platinum blonde with amazing tits and an incredible figure, which she is not at all afraid to show off. She was wearing a very revealing top that showed off her perfect rack, and it was tight enough to reveal the shapes of her nipples, even through her bra. She has great legs too, and with the short skirt she had on, she was particularly traffic–stopping that day.
We sat and talked with Sam for a while. The conversation and the drinks had numbed our pain a little, but reality was definitely setting in. Having an extravagant dinner was not an option any more, and I was starting to feel really bad, although Lila still seemed to be enjoying herself. After her fourth Jack and coke, she excused herself and went to the bathroom, leaving Sam and me by ourselves at the bar. It was only two in the afternoon, and there were no other patrons nearby. It was then that Sam made me the most incredible offer.
“I know you two lost a lot of money,” he began, “so I’d like to make you a deal.” Intrigued, I told him to continue. “How much did you lose?” he asked.
“About two thousand,” I told him. “We only have about a hundred left between us.”
“What if I offered you ten times what you lost today,” Sam said. “If you would just do me a small favor. Would you do it?”
I just stared at him. I couldn’t imagine what kind of favor he was talking about-or maybe I could, and it made me a little nervous. But I told him to go on.
“Well,” he said, “I would really love for you and your girlfriend to let me watch you with each other. I don’t want to touch either one of you,” he added hastily. “I just get really turned on watching other people fuck. And I’m willing to pay twenty thousand dollars just to see it. I mean no disrespect, but your girlfriend is one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen, and I’d love to see what you do to each other.”
Wow! I guess the booze was starting to hit me, because after the first shock, this actually seemed like a semi–good idea. Lila had told me once that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, and she did walk around my apartment naked a lot. But of course, fucking each other in front of a stranger was a different story. Although if he just sat there, I thought, what was the harm? And if it meant we got paid twenty thousand bucks. . .
It didn’t take long for me to decide I was in, and now I just had to convince Lila. She came back from the bathroom a few minutes later and we settled back into talking about baseball. Her tits were spilling out of her shirt, and Sam and I were both going nuts. I was so turned on by the thought of this guy seeing me fuck my girlfriend that I thought my dick was going to jump out of my pants. When Sam asked us if we wanted to go up to his suite to have another cocktail, Lila didn’t seem to have any objection, and we accepted. On the way out, though, she whispered in my ear that her pussy was so wet that maybe we should just go back to our room.
“Oh, come on,” I said. “Sam’s a nice guy, and he just bought us a bunch of drinks. The least we could do is accept his invitation to entertain us for a while in his suite.” Little did she know that I was hoping we would be the ones doing the entertaining!
Sam gave us a tour of his room. This guy was definitely a high roller-he had his own bar, plush chairs, and a really comfortable–looking sofa that Lila and I sat right down on. Sam brought each of us a drink and sat across from us in one of the chairs. We made some small talk for about twenty minutes. Sam was a very good–looking guy who had plenty of things to talk about and was actually quite funny. The prospect of having him watch us make love had me really revved up by now. I just wasn’t quite sure how I was going to work up to it.
But actually it was Lila who inadvertently started things off. She was completely relaxed, and she had even draped her arm over one of my thighs while resting her head on my shoulder. She started telling Sam how disappointed she was that we had lost all of our money. “James and I have only been dating for a couple of months,” she explained. “And I was so excited about our trip, but somehow I feel like I ruined it.”
Sam asked why she felt that way.
“Well, we had been on this real winning streak, but then I distracted him and we started to lose.”
“How did you distract him?” Sam asked. “I was at the table, and I didn’t see anything.”
Lila started to giggle, and it was apparent that she was getting a good buzz from the whiskey. “Well, I started rubbing him between his thighs,” she said, grinning at Sam. “And then I put his hand up my skirt.”
“I’m sure you didn’t mean to disrupt his winning streak,” Sam cooed. “And you’d probably do anything to make it up to him if you could.” This guy was good. Lila just smiled and said of course she would. I put an arm around her shoulders and started rubbing her arm, as if to console her.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Could’ve happened to anybody.” I went on rubbing her arm for a few minutes as she kind of snuggled up to me. Nobody was saying anything. After a time I slowly slid my hand from her arm to her breasts, and started stroking them. I could tell she was surprised, because she jumped a little, but she didn’t stop me. In fact she looked up at me and gave me this sly smile, encouraging me to go on. I moved my fingers around her boobs and started playing with her nipples through her shirt. Her nipples are like perfect little red cherries. I love how they stick out through her clothes. I squeezed them lightly at first, letting her get all worked up. She has the most sensitive tits in the world, and I knew if I kept playing with them she’d go crazy.
I turned sideways on the couch and positioned Lila so that she was sitting in front of me, and I was able to use both hands to fondle her. I looked over at Sam, who seemed unable to take his eyes off of my girlfriend’s ample melons. I took a breath then and asked Lila if she minded that Sam was watching me play with her. She just giggled again and said she didn’t mind at all. “In fact,” she said, “I’ll prove it.” And she reached behind her and undid her bra, pulling it out from under her shirt. Now her tits were just hanging there, begging for me to lift her shirt up and expose them. Slowly, I began to raise her top.
Sam was going nuts at this point, licking his lips in anticipation of seeing my girlfriend’s titties. I decided to tease him for a bit, holding the shirt just below Lila’s nipples, so that he could only see the lower part of her breasts. Then I took pity on him and lifted it further, letting her luscious boobs come into full view.
I could practically see Sam’s dick jump in his pants. “Wow!” he breathed. “Your breasts are astonishing, Lila. They’re absolutely perfect!” It was obvious that Sam was a tit man, like myself. I began running my hands all over those tits, watching him gaze at my hands as they caressed her knockers. I rubbed them a little harder, squeezing her cherry nipples and driving all of us crazy.
Then I asked Lila to do her special trick for Sam. She knew what I meant, and she bent her head, pushed up her tits and started tonguing her own nipples. She was even able to nibble on them a little for Sam’s delectation.
Sam was now sitting on the edge of his chair so he could be closer to the show. I was getting so turned on watching Lila perform for both of us that I thought I was going to erupt. I looked over at Sam, and at that moment I realized that I wanted to see my girlfriend take on two men at once. She had mentioned to me once that she would love to try it, but I wasn’t sure she had meant it. Now was the time to find out, and I was sure Sam was more than willing to join in.
“Baby,” I said, “Sam looks so lonely over there, maybe you should try and cheer him up.”
Lila didn’t hesitate for a minute, and I could see that she was loving the idea. She got up off the couch and made her way over to Sam’s chair. Then she knelt down between his legs and asked him to take his cock out for her. Sam stood up and dropped his pants, exposing one of the largest dicks I’ve ever seen. Lila started sucking away, taking every inch of that huge tool into her mouth. Sam stood in front of her with his hands on her head, fucking her open lips, shoving his manhood into her throat. She swallowed all of it and then started in on his balls.
I couldn’t believe how horny I was getting, watching my girl tongue another man’s meat. I decided I shouldn’t be left out, and joined Lila on the floor. She was on all fours now, with her head tilted at an angle as she sucked at Sam’s balls. I lifted her skirt up over her ass and started licking her pussy hole. I had never seen it so wet it was absolutely soaked. The knowledge of how turned on she was got me even hornier, and I sucked her box even harder. She went back to sucking Sam’s dick, placing her hands on his hips for balance as she simultaneously swallowed his dick and ground her cunt into my mouth. Her pussy was just oozing juice, and I was lapping it all up.
I was just about to jam my throbbing cock into that pussy when she stopped sucking on Sam and lay down on the floor, spreading her gorgeous legs wide and motioning for him to eat her juicy cunt. As he bent to her and began to devour her pussy, I moved up to her head and crouched down over her face. She immediately opened her mouth for my cock. Her tongue swirled over my hard flesh and her throat took me deep. Soon she was moaning around my dick, looking ecstatically happy to have her gash eaten by this stranger while she was blowing me.
After a few minutes she began sucking me even more vigorously, and I knew she was about to come. Sam couldn’t get enough of her liquid when she finally came all over his mouth. He just kept eating and eating her. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last, but I knew I wanted to fuck that pussy that our new friend had just eaten to climax.
As he moved away from her I pulled my dick out of her mouth and positioned myself on top of her and between her legs. Her pussy lips were so red and swollen and her clit was so puffy, I couldn’t wait any more to fuck her. I slid my cock inside her with one hard thrust and started to pound her squirmy cunt. She wrapped her legs around me and fucked me back, and after about ten minutes she had drained my dick of all its come.
When I pulled out of her I realized that Sam was waiting for his turn. When Lila saw his raging hard–on she opened her legs for him and accepted him as eagerly as she had me, if not more so. When he shoved that pole inside her I thought she was going come again right then. She began to yell with passion as he fucked her so hard her tits were bobbling and swaying like crazy.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come again!” she screamed finally. “Watch my pussy, Sam, watch it come for you!” This was all he needed to hear, and they both exploded at the same time, their bodies shaking until they both collapsed.
All of us were completely exhausted and, we all just lay there for a long time, getting back to normal. Lila was the first to get up and start to get dressed. I could see that she looked totally pleased with herself-and I hadn’t even told her about the money yet.
We never expected that our little trip would turn into a profitable fuckfest, but Lila and I have learned a couple of things about ourselves. One is that we should be a lot more careful about gambling our money away. And the other is that we can’t wait to have another threesome-even without the twenty grand!
I eased my thumbs inside the leg-hole seams at the back of my white panties.
Looking over a shoulder at my reflection, I slowly slid both thumbs downward, pulling the thin cotton away from the smooth cheeks of my ass.
I always loved watching girls do that at the beach, flipping out the back of a clingy swimsuit that had ridden up too high on a beautiful, tan-lined butt. There was something incredibly, innocently sexy about the act.
My short skirt was bunched around my waist. I was leaning away from a mirror in the third-floor ladies’ restroom of the Science Building. If anyone walked in, I would have been totally embarrassed to be caught staring at my ass with such obvious fascination.
I couldn’t believe that I was willing to tease myself like that, instead of ripping open my bra right away to check out my tits, or yanking off my panties to finger my pussy. I always had been much more of an instant-gratification type before the switch. Maybe something more than my physical appearance had changed. Besides looking like a chick, I suddenly seemed to be thinking like one.
I had twenty-four hours to “live as the other half lived.” And so far, I definitely enjoyed being a girl.
Giving a curious undergraduate like me the kinky thrill of a lifetime was not exactly what Project Foreign Exchange had been created to accomplish.
The goal was to see if temporary synaptic swaps between humans was possible, so captured enemy agents could be used to infiltrate their own spy networks with our guys’ brains in their heads. Initially, nobody at the university could muster much enthusiasm for the idea. Two hundred million in Defense Department research dollars was hard to pass up, however.
It was Doctors Bradley and Nolan who came up with the idea of recording electrical impulses from one brain and overlaying them onto another, forming a temporary graft. Me, I was just a guy in the right place at the right time. What can I say? If you put a couple of former child prodigies like Katrina and me around incredibly cool experimental toys, you can’t expect us not to play with them.
We were senior lab assistants on the BraNo project. Katrina was the brightest student in Bradley’s class, and I was Nolan’s boy wonder. I was totally into Katrina the first time I laid eyes on her.
I would get even more into her later.
Even in a shapeless white lab coat and oversize plastic goggles, Katrina gave off a really girly vibe, which you don’t often find in Phi Beta Kappa girls with perfect GPA scores. Not often? Make that never.
When she looked at me with her big brown eyes, all I could think about was getting her succulent lips around my dick. Hey, just because I can do quadratic equations without a calculator doesn’t make me a monk, okay? I also don’t fit the nerd stereotype appearance-wise. If you saw me on the street, you would peg me as a jock, not a genius.
I had the feeling Katrina was as intrigued by me as I was by her. She probably was used to dating milquetoast-type Mensa members with stutters, sallow skin and self-esteem issues. Meeting an honors student who would look good in a Speedo had to be a refreshing change.
When Katrina leaned over tables, turned or squatted, I could make out the curvy lines of her body through her cover-up lab coat. Imagining what a nice set of tits and what a sweet ass she had under there made my mouth water.
By the time we were dismissed from the lab that afternoon, we were ready to fuck or explode.
We chose fucking.
Katrina’s roommate was a skinny, studious type named Beth. She looked petulant when Katrina asked her to vacate the premises for a couple of hours. Beth glared at me with resentment. “I’ve really got a lot of studying to do,” she said.
“Suit yourself,” Katrina replied. Then she impressed the hell out of me by tugging her white cotton blouse out of her jeans and starting to unbutton it. Beth’s eyes went wide as Katrina’s lacy bra came into view. “But I can’t promise we won’t make any noise.”
Beth cleared out fast.
I started making out with Katrina on her single bed as she tossed her shirt away and shrugged out of her bra. I sucked one of her big, flapjack nipples, rolling the other between my fingertips.
Katrina pushed down her panties along with her jeans. I moved my mouth down her soft belly to the fragrant curls of her cunt. She already was wet. I ran my thumb over the slippery butterfly wings of her pussy’s protruding inner lips. I pushed that thumb inside her tiny opening, working it in and out.
“Let me suck your dick,” she said. “Let’s do each other at the same time.”
I got out of my pants and stretched out beside her in the 69 position. I held her thighs open wide so I could eat her juicy, meaty pussy while she sucked my cock.
Even at that early stage, both of us may have been thinking the same thing. Considering the kind of research we were assisting, maybe it was inevitable.
All I know is I could not help wondering what it would be like to experience what Katrina was feeling at that moment. What must it be like to have a pair of swaying, stiff-nippled breasts, and a creamy cunt and a sensitive little clit nestled under a hood of pink flesh?
Personally, I never had been able to understand why every woman on earth wasn’t a lesbian. How could women look at other women’s erotic, beautiful bodies and not get turned on? How could they resist wanting to suck each other’s tits or go down on each other all the time? File that one under life’s great mysteries.
I wondered what Katrina would say if I suggested sneaking into the lab and doing a switch after Bradley and Nolan got a little further along with their research. Would she be curious about what it felt like to have a stiff, throbbing dick? I imagined what a bizarre trip it would be if we fucked each other after a switch. It could be the coolest thing on earth. It could be a complete headcase disaster. Either way, it sure would be different!
Katrina made mewing sounds as I licked and sucked her clit. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, right there,” she moaned. “Right there, right there, oh God!”
I held onto her as she spasmed with her climax. She had not been exaggerating when she told Beth things might get noisy. People outside on the quad probably heard her that night.
Watching her climax made me want to fuck her right away. I pulled her up on all fours and entered her from behind. She groaned and rocked under me, making the springs of her bed creak. I spread her cheeks wide and watched my cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
“Have you ever been fucked in your beautiful ass?” I asked, seconds before I knew I would be coming.
“Never,” she groaned.
I quickly pulled my cock out of her clutching pussy and pressed its swollen head against her crinkled little anus. My semen shot inside that warm notch and dribbled all around her tender asshole.
“That was wild,” she said, turned on by such an unexpected ending to our fuck. That was when I knew she would be up for my switcheroo idea.
She seemed to like trying new things.
One common personality flaw that I have noticed among pompous, straight-A students is a tendency to go on and on without getting to the point. So I will condense all the boring stuff that led up to the Big Day.
In a nutshell, Katrina and I fucked a lot more, the BraNo project proceeded apace, and we agreed it would be incredibly erotic to go inside each other’s heads. Human experiments with the untested technology were years away, but you know how it is when you’re young and in lust. On a Friday at midnight, we snuck into the empty lab, wired ourselves up and threw the juice.
I looked at Katrina. Or rather, I looked at myself. I was now in Katrina’s body, staring at my own body in the chair beside mine. It is damned weird to gaze into your own eyes. Especially when somebody else is in there behind them.
“Are you okay?” I asked, surprised to hear my voice sounding high-pitched and feminine.
I saw my mouth drop open. Katrina looked down at her new body. Specifically, she looked at her new crotch.
“It feels so strange!” she said. She moved my hand inside the front of my pants, going for my dick. “Isn’t it weird to walk around all day with this big thing sticking out of your body?” She scrunched around in her seat for a better grip. She briefly looked confused, unsure what she was doing. Then she smiled. She was stroking my dick, shamelessly beating off without even unzipping. She squealed, “Holy shit, this is incredible!”
Katrina had not even asked how I felt being inside her body. She was too busy experiencing the wonders of yanking off.
“Hey, it’s a lot more sensitive up here at the tip,” she said, unfastening the front of my pants and moving her hand around. “And your balls–ouch!–boy, they sure don’t like any rough handling, do they?”
“I’m going to go take a look at myself,” I said. “Don’t be too hard on the equipment while I’m away.”
“‘Hard on’ is right,” Katrina said. “This dick is so damned stiff it’s pounding! Don’t take too long, because I definitely want to fuck!” She was sounding more like a guy every minute.
That was how I ended up watching myself flip out the back of my panties in the third-floor ladies’ room. It’s funny–I already had seen every square inch of Katrina’s naked body dozens of times by then, but I still felt as if I were exploring totally unknown territory. I turned to face the mirror. I ran my slender fingers through my thick, shoulder-length hair. I puckered my lips at myself. Then I looked down at my chest.
Katrina had been wearing a pullover black cashmere sweater. I knew without looking that a cotton bra with soft cups would be underneath. She would have wanted her breasts to make smooth curves in the sweater’s plain front.
I slowly lifted the hem of the sweater. My waist was narrow. My skin was smooth. The bottom curves of my breasts came into view. I pulled the sweater higher, above the swells of my pretty boobs. My nipples made stubby points in the thin cotton cups. I touched one of them through the material, squeezing it, tugging it. I held my breath as I pushed down that cup, baring my left breast.
What was happening between my legs was like nothing I ever had felt as a man. I knew I was getting wet, because I felt pleasantly slippery inside.
The crotch of my panties was damp. I had a kind of warm, intense ache down there, almost like an itch that needed to be scratched.
I slipped a hand inside the front of my underwear. I stared rubbing all around my clit with one hand while I twisted and pinched my nipple with the other.
Fuck, that felt good! I squatted slightly, feeling so light-headed that I had to lean against a tile wall to keep from collapsing. I bit down hard on my bottom lip as I rubbed and rubbed my crotch–not directly on my clitty, because that was way too sensitive. It actually felt better to rub above and around it. I realized how stupid I had been as a man to go straight for what I thought was the magic nub when I wanted to get a girl off. I must have seemed so clumsy!
I slid my fingers down to touch the opening of my pussy. I wanted to finger-fuck myself a little, to have something inside me. I realized that that was what I had been longing for. I wanted a cock in my cunt. I may have been a guy in a girl’s body, but that body still knew what it liked.
I slipped two fingers up my snatch, pushing them in and out, thinking of how much longer and thicker a cock would be. Then I went back to massaging the area around my clit again, rubbing faster and faster until I gritted my teeth and whimpered through a climax that only left me feeling hornier than before.
“Come on,” Katrina said with my voice, knocking loudly on the door. “Let’s go do it!” I giggled at the idea that Katrina apparently thought she no longer could step inside a ladies’ room.
We hurried to her dorm, both of us having trouble running. For me, that was because my legs suddenly were shorter and I felt top-heavy with a pair of tits on my chest. Katrina seemed to think she had to keep her legs far apart, so as not to interfere with the cock and balls that hung between them.
Katrina’s roommate Beth was away for the weekend, which meant we could spend until midnight on Saturday undisturbed. That was how long Bradley and Nolan thought the effect would last, around twenty-four hours. We peeled down fast and got in bed.
“Suck my hard dick,” Katrina said, holding my own cock up at me.
“Eat my juicy pussy,” I replied, climbing on top and pressing Katrina’s cunt against my body’s mouth.
I felt her tongue swirl around my bulging clit, making me tremble with pleasure. I looked down at the hard dick pointing at my face. Normally, the prospect of sucking a cock would not hold any appeal for me. Katrina’s body must have had a lot of her own libido left in it, though, because I put my lips over that hard-on and sucked it just like I was my own girl of my dreams.
I also was the kind of girl who wanted her lover to come in her mouth. I wanted to swallow that come, and keep sucking until his dick got hard again.
I wanted to do everything to myself that I knew I loved.
Katrina must have felt the same way, judging from the intense pussy-eating job she was doing. Two of her fingers were up my snatch, and the little finger of the same hand was playing with my asshole.
We came at the same time, bucking and spurting against each other’s face, groaning and crying out. If oral sex was that good, I thought, what would actual fucking be like?
I reached for Katrina’s cock, stroking it in exactly the way I knew would get it hard again fast. That was when we heard a key in the door.
Beth walked in without looking up and locked the door behind her. When she saw us naked in bed together, she said, “Jesus!” She seemed to be frozen in shock as she tried to explain her unexpected arrival. “My, uh, my car broke down before I hit the state line. I had to have it towed back to campus. I didn’t mean . . .”
Katrina, in my body, got out of bed and walked toward Beth. I saw that my cock was three-quarters hard, sticking out and slightly up. I looked pretty damned good, if I do say so myself.
“Why don’t you join us?” Katrina said with my voice, gently taking Beth by the arm. Katrina looked at me and said, “You wouldn’t mind, would you, Katrina?”
I played along. “Not at all,” I said, tucking my legs under my body and sitting up in bed. My skin was shining with sweat. My nipples still were very stiff, and the curls of my pubic hair glistened with my pussy’s natural wetness.
A suspicion in my brain, or I guess it was Katrina’s brain, made me add something else. “I’ve always wanted to go to bed with you, Beth,” I said, making Katrina’s voice sound warm and seductive. “And you have wanted the same thing, haven’t you? Come on, it’ll be fun.” I patted the mattress invitingly.
Katrina turned my face toward me with a slightly annoyed expression. Then she grinned with appreciation, deciding not to fight what she knew I knew was going on inside her head.
Beth, of course, had no idea that I was Katrina and Katrina was me. She nodded as if she were in a dream. She never said a word as both of us removed her clothes. It turned out that Beth was not bad-looking at all when she was out of her frumpy sweatshirt and baggy pants. We gently removed her bra and slipped her panties down her legs.
Beth closed her eyes and moaned as I sucked one of her tiny, dime-sized nipples while Katrina mouthed the other. I asked, “Will you suck his big cock if I eat your pussy?”
Beth nodded as if in a daze. Then she stretched out on her back. Katrina straddled her face and pushed my erection between her lips. I held Beth’s cunt open wide and gave her the full treatment, licking and sucking. Beth flooded my mouth with her juice when she came, which surprised and thrilled me.
Katrina moved aside. I lay on top of Beth’s body, our breasts and the mounds of our pussies pressed against each other. I kissed Beth, letting her taste the flavor of her own pussy in Katrina’s mouth. I whispered to her, “Spread your legs, and he can fuck us both.”
I knew that was what Katrina wanted, because it was something I always had wanted to do myself: double-dipping between two girls who were lying face-to-face, going from one pussy to another.
I French-kissed Beth as I felt Katrina push inside my cunt, filling me up and stretching me. Then the cock that was fucking me pulled out. From Beth’s sharp intake of breath, I knew it was sliding inside her pussy. Beth shoved her tongue deep in my mouth, gyrating underneath me, loving every second. I had seriously misjudged Beth. All she had needed was the right kind of attention–both male and female attention.
When the stiff cock entered my body again, I started to lose focus. I was getting fucked, but at the same time I was the one doing the fucking. I started flipping back and forth between Katrina’s body and my own, one second thrusting my cock, the next second receiving that thrust. The BraNo effect was wearing off much sooner than we expected. From her jerky movements, I could tell that the same thing was happening to Katrina.
Flip, I felt my nuts drawing up tight. Flip, my clit was pulsing with heat.
Flip, my cockhead was swollen and ready to shoot. Flip, my flapjack-size nipples were sliding against Beth’s pretty little tits.
Flip.
I was back in my own body, ramming as deep into Katrina’s pussy as possible, firing off everything I had. Katrina shuddered and groaned. Beth could not stop kissing Katrina’s straining face, completely in love with her wonderful roommate.
The three of us eventually untangled ourselves and lay side by side by side in the narrow bed, thoroughly wiped out. Katrina looked at me with a stupid smile. She asked, “Was it as good for me as it was for you?”
Beth mumbled, “Somebody kill the lights.”
I reached for the switch.
Flip.
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