August 14, 2004

Nothing Beats Ex Sex

"So that's it?" Erin asked as she leaned into the passenger side window of my old car.

"What do you mean?" I asked back.

"You tell me weeks ago that you still have feelings for me. We flirt back and forth since then and made plans for tonight. And after all that, you were a perfect gentleman. You didn't make a pass at me. You didn't kiss me. You didn't force me into the bathroom for a quick feel or anything. What the hell is wrong with you?" Erin shook her head at me as she jumped up onto the curb and walked away from me. I didn't have a chance to say anything. I was shocked at what she said. Since I let my ex know that I still had feelings for her, she didn't say anything about feeling anything for me. Erin and I had remained friends since our break up three years ago. We hung out a lot, acted like a couple without being a couple. We joked and flirted and held stares on each other a little longer then we should have. I wasn't even sure the exact reason why we broke up then and I still don't know now.

I watched as she stepped into the entranceway of her apartment complex. The words she said echoed in my ears. I parked the car in the empty space and quickly jumped to my feet. I locked the door as I ran across the street and followed her into her apartment building. I called out her name but got no response. I heard her on the steps, just one flight ahead of me. I knew that if I had any chance of rekindling our relationship, I needed to act now. I got to her floor and saw her at her door. She looked at me with that same disgusted look on her face I saw at my car. She put her key in the door and turned it slightly. I rushed behind her, wrapping my arms around her hips as I started kissing her neck.

I felt Erin's body surrender to mine as she leaned back against me. She dropped her hand from her key chain and placed them around my arms, tightening my grip around her. I leaned her against the door as I kissed her neck and ears. She moaned as she pushed open the door. Erin dragged me quickly into her apartment.

She turned around and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled and danced with each other's as the door closed to her apartment. Now it was my turn to be forced against the door as she pressed her body against mine. I pulled at the back of her shirt and felt her arms rise up. I lifted her shirt off her chest. I dropped the shirt to the floor as I kissed and licked her shoulder. Erin closed her eyes and ran her fingers through my hair as I teased her bra strap off her shoulder. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra.

I watched as Erin took a step back with the sexiest grin on her face. She licked her lips as she shrugged her shoulders forward and with it came the flimsy fabric of her bra. I took a deep breath as her breasts bounced free. Because Erin was a little chubby, it gave her real big breasts. She thought she was fat, but I never thought she was. She wanted to lose weight, I'd often told her she looked great just the way she was. I leaned forward and kissed her breasts as she once again played with my hair. I felt her hand sliding down my belly to my jeans, rubbing my cock through my jeans. I moaned as she stroked me.

I felt her raise my shirt over my belly button. I lifted my arms as she lifted my shirt off my chest. I'm not saying I'm in great shape either. However, I'm not in bad shape. I'd put on a little bit more muscle and lost a little bit of my gut (my only trouble area) since the last time Erin had seen me without a shirt. She smiled as she stroked my chest hair, pulling my face down to hers for another long kiss.

She steered me down the hallway, occasionally stopping for another kiss. We made our way into her room,. Once the door was closed, Erin and I embraced again. I felt her stroking my cock through my jeans for a second or two before she unzipped them. I smiled as she pulled them down my legs. I quickly stepped out of them. I reached my hands around her, rubbing my fingers across her butt and quickly pulled my hands to the front and unzipped her pants. I tugged her pants around her ankles as she kicked them off. She wasn't even wearing panties all night! She yanked my white boxer briefs down. They fell down my legs and landed on the floor.

Erin knew my favorite position. Quickly she led me to the bed and pushed me on my back. With the biggest smile on her face, she slid on top of me and hovered over my rock hard cock. She closed her eyes as she grabbed hold of it and slid down on it. Erin let out a slight moan as I entered her for the first time in years. She was wet for me that I slid in pretty easily. My hands maneuvered to her waist, extending my fingers to press against the lower part of her breasts. Once I was fully inside her, she started to rock her hips back and forth. I pushed her up and down on my cock.

Erin and I worked like a well oiled machine. It was like no time had passed since the last time we were together. The bed rocked under us as we made love. I watched as her tits bounced with each thrust. I heard her moans fill the room. It felt so good to be back inside her. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them against her chest as she pumped faster and faster on my lap.

Quickly, Erin and I were crossing that line from making love to fucking. I saw the look of total desire in her eyes. She wanted to cum and she needed it quick. Quickly, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her back. She was surprised but I climbed on top of her. I covered her face with kisses as I reached between us and grabbed my cock. Without a word being said, I shoved the entire length of my hardness into her. She scratched at my back, drawing blood with her nails as I slipped in and out.

"Harder," she moaned. Erin lifted her legs into the air as I thrust harder inside her. I cringed as she dug those nails into my back again. It wasn't the first time she had done that to me. I guess what they say is true; pain is so close to pleasure. Her legs wrapped around my hips, sinking me further into her pussy. My hands grabbed her tits, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. That was it for her. I felt the eruption of her pussy around my cock as I covered my mouth with hers. I thought she was going to bite my tongue right off.

It wasn't long before I came. I erupted inside her. Erin's eyes lit up when she felt my warm cum fill her sweet hairy pussy. I collapsed on top of her heaving breasts, my softening cock still buried inside her. Erin stroked my hair as I planted soft kisses on her massive cleavage. Moments later, I rolled off her. I wrapped my arms around her and we fell asleep.

And in the morning, we did it all over again.

February 03, 2004

Private Cabin Sex

Laura enjoyed accompanying her husband, Arthur, to the remote Rocky Island cabin for his bird field studies. The cabin sat on the edge of a spruce forest above a beach on a small island far off the coast of Alaska. Arthur spent the day with his spotting scope off in the blind, counting birds. As a kindergarten teacher, Laura had the whole summer off. For weeks at the cabin she had every day completely alone in a place so remote that it was rare for a boat to appear on the far horizon or an airplane to pass overhead.

Part of the pleasure of this remote privacy was the ability to forget about wearing clothing. As long as it wasn't cold or rainy, Laura never bothered with pants or panties, just wearing a long t-shirt or fleece top from the morning when she cooked breakfast, through the day spent reading or walking on the shore, and into the evening when she climbed into the double-sized sleeping bag with Arthur and wrapped her legs around him for the nightly fuck that she always insisted on. If the sun was out, she did without her top, too, and wore nothing but her sturdy clogs.

Each morning after Arthur left for his studies, Laura would bathe on the front deck of the cabin with water warmed on the camp stove, washing her long, brown hair, her breasts, underarms and, most thoroughly of all, between her legs, rubbing her clit, vagina and anus with the rough fabric of a washcloth, the cushioned resistance of a sponge, and with her slippery, soapy hands. After drying in the sun, she would apply a thick layer of sun block to all her sensitive spots-she brought cases of the stuff. Then she would sit back on a lawn chair to read from the large box of erotic stories she had brought while lazily rubbing her clit, sometimes with her fingers and sometimes with a selection from her extensive collection of battery-operated vibrators. Within half an hour her cunt would be wet and her skin flushed, and that was how she would go through the day, always keeping herself at the forward edge of arousal, just short of the need to come as soon as possible.

Walking on the beach or working in the cabin, at any time of the day, she might feel the warmth in her scalp and the sensitivity in her hard nipples was enough-she had to have more. Then, wherever she was, she would grab her favorite vibrator-the big, red one that filled her up, wiggled inside on her G spot, and vibrated bunny ears on her clit-and she would sit or squat or just lie on the ground, and she would do it until she came. In her state of excitement, it only took a few minutes to come whenever she wanted to, and if she felt like it, she would keep going and come and come and come. There in the wilderness, she was free to scream and laugh at the eagles flying overhead while she gave herself orgasms several times a day, the hours speeding by until Arthur returned.

One late summer afternoon a boat appeared on the horizon while Laura was sitting on the beach with her legs spread and a toy plunging in and out of her cunt. The boat slowly approached. She resented anyone invading her world and she got mad. No holding off: she brought on her orgasm quickly, just one little one this time, and put her long shirt back on, fuming at the beat-up fishing boat that came right into her cove and dropped an anchor. It was some kind of small fishing boat, its paint all peeling, with the name "Predator" painted on the bow.

Arthur tried to calm her down that evening. After all, the waters were free to anyone. Laura said, "OK, then you won't mind if I go outside like this?" She pulled her shirt over her head, so she was naked, and went for the door.

"I don't think they could see you at this distance," he said, uncertainly.

Laura loved Arthur dearly, and she enjoyed his fit, slender body immensely-he did absolutely anything she told him to do sexually, and his long, slender penis was always ready. But she wished sometimes he could be a little more assertive, more commanding. She came back from the door and looked at him with exasperation, but also a feeling of nurturing. That was just the way he was.

Absentmindedly, she pushed his dinner dish aside and placed her naked butt on the table instead, facing him and resting her feet on his knees as he sat, her legs spread in front of him. He smiled up at her. She grabbed his head by the ears and gently but firmly pushed his face down on her cunt. As soon as his carefully trimmed mustache touch the soft wet flesh there, she felt his mouth go expertly to work sucking on her clit and tickling it up and down on his tongue, just as she had taught him to do. Her tension and anger about the arrival of the boat drifted away as she closed her eyes and concentrated on what Arthur's mouth was doing, hearing only the waves softly rolling in on the beach and the slurping sound as he drank her ample juices. It didn't take long for her to come again-she'd been interrupted on the beach using the vibrator less and an hour before-and this one lasted as she squeezed Arthur's head firmly between her thighs, arched her back, groaned deeply, and sank her elbow into the pot of cooling Dinty Moore stew.

That night after Arthur was asleep, Laura got up to look out in the midnight twilight of the Alaska summer at the boat anchored just offshore. There was a light on. She quietly set up Arthur's high-powered scope to see what was going on aboard the boat. She could see a man sitting at a table in the wheelhouse. He had a full, thick beard, black, thick stringy hair, also jet black, and he was wearing a torn flannel shirt, black with dirt and grease. Not her type. Usually. She tried to see what he was reading at the table. He kept shifting and moving in his seat, with one hand hidden from view under the table. Then she saw that it was a porno magazine. Laura could see he was looking at a fold-out of a slutty woman with her legs wide spread and the fisherman was masturbating.

Jerkily, he stood. For a moment, Laura lost focus on him in the lens, and then she saw he was facing shore, facing her. She looked around. The cabin was dark. There was no way she could be seen watching. In the light inside the boat's cabin, she could see his penis sticking upward as he stood, facing the shore. It was enormous. Huge and thick, like a tree growing out of him, and glistening with lotion. And his big, dirty hands were rubbing it up and down while he writhed, standing, his legs spread apart on the deck. Laura reached down and rubbed herself in time with him, feeling her responsive cunt tighten and grow wet and her breath grow short. She fumbled and found a small, quiet vibrator close at hand. Then she saw him come, a fountain of white semen spurting forth as he jerked this way and that on his feet. He sat down hard, panting, resting. Then he pulled off his shirt and wiped himself with it. His chest was huge and hairy and she could almost smell it through the spotting scope. She started to come, too, trying to remain silent so as not to wake Arthur, and unable to continue looking through the scope. As she sat back, catching her breath, she wondered why the man in the boat had chosen to masturbate right there by the window. Could he have known she was watching?

In the morning after Arthur left, Laura kept her shirt on, feeling angry with the boat, but also excited that the man she had secretly masturbated with was there on board. Distracted and unable to concentrate on anything else, she finally decided to go through with her morning bathing after all. She stood on the sunny deck, facing the boat, and pulled off her shirt, then began the ritual of pouring the water over head and wetting her whole sleek, white body. Pretending she had forgotten something inside, she darted in the door of the cabin and peered out around the corner of the window with binoculars. She saw two figures on the boat, both looking straight at the cabin. The black haired one was there, and now a blond as well, also with a big, shaggy beard. Both were huge, mountainous men. As she looked harder, she noticed they were pushing each other. They had one spotting scope on a tripod aimed at the cabin, and they were fighting over who would get to watch her.

Laura stepped back on the deck to give them a show worthy of their conflict. She stood up on a wooden box so they would be able to see everything. She took the sponge and slowly washed one side, then the other, washed her large breasts carefully, pushing them up and rubbing the nipples, which already stood out hard. Then she bent over so her ass and the slit of her cunt would be facing the boat, and started washing her crack carefully and slowly, rubbing up and down with a slippery, soapy hand again and again. Bending down further she looked between her legs out toward the boat. Both me were on deck now, one of either side, both had their pants around their ankles and were jerking off as fast as they could go. She stood up, turned around, and picked up her binoculars. They couldn't help see that she was looking at them. The black haired one kept on rubbing himself, but the blond jumped up pulled his pants on. Laura was frustrated that she didn't get to check out his penis.

Instead of coming now, Laura decided to tease herself and her watchers some more. She put on a short shirt that barely covered her ass and went for a walk on the beach. Strolling along, she bent over every now and then to pick up a pebble of a shell, making sure her rear end was facing toward the fishing boat when she did. She could feel the shirt riding up and showing off her ass. She spread her legs so they could see the whole thing. She was getting very hot and decided to head back to the cabin to use her favorite vibrator, the big red one, when she saw the two men on the Predator were launching a dingy to come ashore.

Suddenly frightened, Laura rushed to the cabin to put on a pair of pants. It had been so long since she had worn them-several days-where could they be? She starting wildly dumping out bags and digging through the dirty clothes bag looking for them, but looking up she saw the dingy was just arriving on the beach. She decided to walk out and meet them as she was, tugging her short shirt down as best she could so it would at least cover all of her pubic hair.

"Hi, how are you? What can I do for your gentlemen?" she asked.

The black haired man laughed a deep, rumbling, and dirty-minded laugh. The blond said, "Good morning, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing just great. I haven't seen another person for two weeks, except my husband."

"Husband?" grunted the black haired one.

"Yes, he's here," Laura said.

Both men looked crestfallen.

"Figures," said the black haired guy, and he turned to walk back to the dingy.

"So what brings you here?" Laura asked.

The blond said, "Nothing. We're hunting. We're going to kill some birds here. Maybe ducks, geese, or whatever. We like killing all of them, eat some of them, or just for fun."

Laura said, "You can't do that. My husband is here to study the birds. He has a permit for use of the whole island."

"Yeah?" the blond guy said. He dropped his gaze, perhaps feeling as dejected as his friend. "I guess we can find another island." He turned to go back to his boat.

"Don't go yet," Laura said. They both looked at her sharply. "Stay for dinner. My husband will be back at 5."

They stood still. The black haired guy said, "You going to make it worth it for us to stay?"

Laura nodded. "Just stay out on the boat until 5," she said.

When the men were safely back out on their boat, Laura set about fulfilling her promise. She carried her supplies down to the beach. She lay out a blanket. Her breath was shallow. She was excited and scared. She heard a metallic rumble and saw that the fishing boat was pulling up anchor. Were they leaving before she could put on her show? No, they were moving closer. With the fishing boat anchored just a few hundred feet away, and the men now sitting on the foredeck, their clothes completely removed, she took off her shirt and lay on the blanket on the beach, naked.

First she struck different poses. On her hands and knees with her butt in the air. Lying on her side facing them (and watching their penises grow hard). Lying on her back and slowly spreading her legs, lifting them up in the air stiffly so her cunt would open wide between the two long, firm limbs, facing in their direction. Then she got out her largest dildo. On hands and knees, she started by sucking it, then she reached around and pushed it into her cunt. It was a tight fit, and she had to push hard and spread her legs as wide as she could. She put her face down on the blanket and used both hands, jamming the huge dildo into her cunt, then fucking herself with it, fast, jamming it in again and again. It filled her up completely.

She rolled over, lay on her back, with her legs spread and in the air, and her head cocked back. She pulled the dildo out and turned on a vibrator to work on her cunt and clit. Then she took the dildo, wet from her cunt, and sucked it into her mouth, slowly working it into her throat, fighting her gag reflex to get it as far down as possible. This, she knew, would drive the men crazy. She was truly expert at giving head, and she thought she might be able to get the whole dildo down, although she had never tried with such a large one. Concentrating hard, she kept working, until finally she felt the balls against her face.

She was in that position when she heard a voice over her. It was the black haired hunter. They had come ashore without Laura hearing it because she was concentrating so hard on her show.

He said, "You might as well do that to me as that piece of rubber."

She pulled out the dildo and turned off the vibrator. He was standing inches away, completely naked except for his rubber boots, and she could see his large, fat cock, the largest she had ever seen. And she could smell him, all that black hair on his body holding his smoky male small.

"When was the last time you washed?" she asked.

"I don't remember," he said. "I'm dirty. So suck me clean."

He knelt down to where she was lying, her head propped up on an elbow, and, holding her head, pushed the soft tip of his penis against her lips. She resisted for a moment, but the truth was that she wanted it and she knew now was the time to give in. She opened her mouth and let the very tip of the penis pressing against her lips come in. It wasn't going to be easy. She opened as wide as she could to get the huge head of the penis in. It pushed in, filling her mouth completely. It tasted salty and musky. She swallowed to gobble down as much of the shaft in as she could while it pushed insistently into her. Black-hair gasped and groaned. She felt she was getting the better of him: she was in control now. Turning over onto her hands and knees, she swallowed and sucked in even more cock. He said, "Oh my god!" Then she sucked as hard as she could and started bobbing her head on him fast. His deep voice moaned and he came, a big load of cum that she could feel filling her mouth and then splashing between her breasts as she pulled back. She looked up. The blond was standing by, his eyes wide, his cock hard. It wasn't as fat as the black-hair's, but it was as long. Laura said, "Bring it here."

He knelt before her and she took his dirty cock in her mouth, tasting the sour, salty flavor, but eager to suck. Still on her hands and knees, she grabbed his low hanging balls as a handle and jammed him into her mouth. He was fucking her mouth, but only at her command, as she held his balls tightly in her fist. With that soft, long shaft in her mouth and halfway down her throat, she suddenly felt a furry face between her legs. Black-hair was lying down between her legs, lapping her cunt furiously while his beard and mustache roughly brushed her inner thighs. Unlike Arthur, he wasn't careful and expert-he was eating her as fast and roughly as he liked. Laura started to groan and rock, forcing the cock in her mouth deeper until it suddenly came, sweet, salty cum that shot right down her throat and made her choke. But she didn't pull back. She was enjoying the man between her legs too much. She sat down hard on him, rocked back and forth on him, and came on his tongue and face.

Laura rolled over on her back and looked up at them standing above her, and smiled. She would need another bath, with semen on her face and hair and their a man's strong smell all over her body. Their penises hung limp and they looked down at her like two sun-dazed dogs.

She said, "See you at dinner time. Now, off you go." She swept them away with a wave of her fingertips, as she did with her kindergarteners at the end of circle time.

Laura spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the cabin and getting the best of the food together. She cleared away all the vibrators and most of the erotica, but left a few choice picture books here and there. She wore her longest shirt-really, it was a dress-but didn't put on panties.

When Arthur got back to the cabin Laura told him the two men from the boat were coming to dinner (she was secretly embarrassed that she still didn't know their names). Arthur was surprised and asked about her encounter with them, which she glossed over by saying it was, "very friendly," and that they "found they had common interests." She also told him that they were bird hunters and that they were leaving the next day rather than spoil his research. Arthur seemed relieved that they were leaving, although she wasn't sure it was the birds he was worried about. She liked that. She wasn't sure what she wanted tonight, but she knew she wanted Arthur to be strong-a real man like the hunters-and not let her push him around.

The two men looked hilarious. They had tried to do their best grooming for dinner, but they didn't know how. Their hands and faces were scrubbed and their hair washed and combed, but it wouldn't stay orderly and stuck out in every direction. Although they wore rough working clothes, the clothes were clean, and apparently for that reason they walked as stiffly as if they were wearing tuxedos.

Arthur introduced himself, and to her surprise Laura found the three men quickly struck up a lively conversation and birds, their habitats, and what species could be found on the island. Laura retreated into the cabin to finish dinner in the cabin. When she looked out the window, the party had livened up. The men were passing a bottle of 190 proof Everclear-almost pure grain alcohol-and laughing loudly, as if at dirty jokes. Laura slipped out the door. Arthur turned and commanded her, "Go back inside."

She stopped still. Laura wasn't sure he'd ever talked to her that way before, and she almost snapped at him. Then she saw the three men standing together and thought about how that would make Arthur look in front of the others. She wanted him to be strong. She silently backed into the cabin, and felt a little rush of blood into her crotch. This was new and exciting.

At dinner the boisterous male conversation went on without her. Laura listened and caught the attention of one man after another. They obviously enjoyed looking at her, they just didn't speak to her. When she got bored of the conversation, she pulled up her dress discretely to flash her cunt at the black-hair, trying to do it in such a way that Arthur, sitting right next to her and talking and gesturing with his hands, wouldn't notice. But his eyes followed the black-hair's eyes and he saw her. She was caught. Would he try to ignore it, or would he get angry and cover her up? She waited, between terror and exhilaration. A light of understanding came over Arthur's face, and she could almost see him making a decision. He reached down and pulled her skirt up higher, right up to her waist so her pubic hair was completely uncovered. He said, "What do you think, guys? Pretty nice, huh?" He told Laura: "Take your clothes off. No more clothes for you tonight."

Laura slowly stood, unsure, but unable to resist. She pulled the shirt over her head so that she stood before the three men at the table completely naked. Arthur said, "Get the gentlemen another drink, then you can sit down."

They finished the meal and kept on talking, leaving her out of the conversation except to stare at her. Arthur started praising her sexual abilities. He told how well she sucked cock, some of the techniques she had developed, how long and how deep she could do it. He described her willingness to take him any way and anywhere he wanted, and told the men a few of their private stories of fucking in elevators, on a school room table, and on an airplane. He saved his strongest praise for her cunt-how wet and silky it was, how tight and yet always ready, and how good she was at controlling her cunt muscles to squeeze a cock tightly.

Arthur said, "Well, see for yourself." He stood and pushed the dishes aside from the picnic table in the cabin. Half of them clattered to the floor. Then he firmly and irresistibly guided Laura to her feet and bent her over the table so her butt was aloft. He put his hand between her legs and roughly rubbed her clit and all the area between her cunt lips and buns. Then he quickly unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out his fly, and shoved it into her. Laura remained silent, listening and feeling that long but familiar cock sliding in, and then, as it reached the end, the fabric of his pants and his rough belt and zipper against her buns.

Arthur kept talking to the other men while he fucked her. Then he pulled out and said, "Go ahead, Rick, you try her. I'm sure you'll enjoy this cunt. Best on the island." All three men laughed and Laura felt a new cock spreading her lips. She tried to crane her head around to find out which one this was-she didn't know if Rick was the blond or the black-hair. But a big hand pushed her head back down on the table. As the cock behind her rhythmically fucked her, she heard Arthur said, "Craig, will you grab that rope on the wall, and that stuff sack hanging under it? I bet you're good at knots. I'll do the head." In a moment she was expertly tied to the table and her vision blocked by the stuff sack. This wasn't like the other times they had played at bondage. She really couldn't move.

"Craig's turn, Rick. Don't hog, plenty for everyone." She could hear them laughing again, and now another new cock was presented to her wet, wide-open cunt. She couldn't pretend she didn't want it. She propped up her butt so the cock could get a better angle. "See that? See how she likes it?" It was enormous penis, forcing her cunt as wide as she had ever felt it, and pushing right up to the end with an exquisite pressure. This had to be black-hair. With the power and insistence she had learned about that afternoon, he pounded in as deep as he could, trying to fit the entirety of his huge cock into her. She worked to relax her well-trained cunt muscles even more so she could take more. She wanted to feel the hilt of his cock. And the she did it. The whole thing filled her, taking her breath away, and she felt his huge, hairy balls swinging against her thighs. He must have his pants off.

"That was a good job. Let's give her a little reward. Who wants to eat her?" A roughly bearded face quickly pressed into her crotch, wildly licking, the nose pressing against her anus. "Woah there, Craig, let me show you something." Now she felt Arthur coming down on her, his familiar and far more skillful licks, which worked her clit perfectly, and wound around her lips and up around her anus. The sensation alone was enough to make her come, and the situation even more so, but she tried to hold back. She wanted this first orgasm to last as long as possible. Then the licking suddenly stopped. "Go ahead, you try it." Arthur was giving them a clinic on how to lick her cunt. She couldn't stop it any longer and she started to come as the next bearded face went down on her, licking all around her cunt, and another hand went inside to rub her G-spot, and yet another tongue worked on her anus, and more hands rubbed up and down her back and along her thighs. She couldn't help jerking hard against the ropes as she came a long, full orgasm. But they didn't stop. They worked harder, three tongues and six hands pleasuring her, Arthur giving tips, the other men practicing to improve. She came again, feeling she would go mad in the ropes.

Arthur said, "Wait a minute, let me show you something else. You can fuck both ends, of course, and if you do it right, you can fuck right down her throat. She's good at it."

The sack lifted just enough to uncover her mouth then was tightened again. Hands held up her head. She recognized Arthur's dick and his crotch-he was naked now-kneeling low in front of her. Then, while the hands guided her head, his cock slowly moved in an out, growing a little deeper each time to get her ready. She swallowed and prepared, then took a gulp as the cock quickly slipped in and down her throat. She felt her nose buried in Arthur's public hair and his balls were bumping her chin. Then he left it there. As Laura struggled to hold her breath and not to gag-struggling to help Arthur show how good she was-he gave a lecture on the finer points of her deep-throat skills. Then she heard him say, "Rick, go ahead and fuck that end while we work up here." A cock was soon back inside her, a hand rubbing her clit, as well as the cock she was swallowing.

Arthur pulled out. He said, "Go ahead and try it, Craig." While Rick continued to fuck her cunt, Craig brought his huge cock to her mouth, just as Arthur had showed him. He coached it slowly in, Laura straining as wide as she could, swallowing repeatedly, hoping to take it all, all the while feeling that cock banging at her from the back. Again she fought to get it down, and again, with her jaw straining, she made it, going even farther down her throat this time, and felt her nose bury in the thick, black pubic hair as her reward.

She bit down, holding that big, black-hair dick inside her. Craig shouted in a combination of pleasure and surprise. Arthur said, "I know how to get it out. She just has to come again. Go ahead, fuck her harder." The cock at the back banged in and out, the flesh of Rick's thighs slapping against her ass. Then she felt a tongue, Arthur's, on her clit. Somehow, with the cock banging away next to his chin, he had gone under the table and was eating her. The thought and the simultaneous stimulation of so many parts brought her to orgasm again and she involuntarily let go of Craig's cock. He pulled out. All three men stopped.

Laura whined.

The men laughed.

"OK, let's go for the finale," Arthur said. "Turn her over."

The ropes were released and the bag removed. Laura turned over, sat up, and looked at the three cocks that had been fucking her, all hard and pointed skyward, all attached to big, muscular men.

Arthur said, "We're all going to fuck you at once, honey. Which one do you want in which hole?"

Laura didn't say anything. She grabbed the blond haired cock of Rick and pulled it to the table. He lay down flat on his back. Then she grabbed Arthur's long, slender cock and positioned him at the far end of the table, near Rick's head. Then she climbed up, hands and knees, on top of Rick, positioning herself so his cock was handy to her cunt. Then she grabbed the big one, Craig's huge, black haired cock, and aimed it at her asshole. She could hear the three men panting and smell their sweat. They waited. She let them wait there for a moment, poised. Then she nodded and the three cocks moved in to enter her all at once.

She kept Arthur to the front of her mouth for now while she concentrated on getting the other two lined up. Rick was easy. She spread her legs and lowered herself, then felt his arms come up and grab her butt. He started jamming himself in as hard and rhythmically as before, only from below. Now she concentrated on her anus, relaxing the muscle as she felt that huge, soft, blunt club of Craig's cock pushing up against it. Nothing was happening. He pushed harder, but it just hurt. She tried to keep sucking Arthur, but it wasn't easy with this pain. Then she saw the stick of butter, still somehow precariously balanced on the edge of the table. She grabbed a handful and smeared it across her butt. The cock suddenly slid in a little, then a little more. She felt like she was splitting apart, but she didn't worry-she was too busy concentrating on sucking and controlling her cunt and butt muscles all at the same time.

The big one slid a little easier. They were over the hard part. And now she could feel the two cocks colliding inside her. Soon she was going to come again soon. She worked harder on Arthur, in her mouth, rolling him on her tongue, sucking deep, drawing back. She wanted him to enjoy this the most. Suddenly Craig's huge cock was all the way in her ass, filling her as if she had to take the most immense shit of her life. Rick's cock was rubbing against Craig's through the thin wall of her cunt and rectum. Then Craig slid out and she felt the incredible release, a huge void, only to be filled again. Craig started a slow, steady rhythm, all the way in and all the way out. Rick slowed down to match it in her cunt, underneath. Then Arthur held her head and took over control fucking her mouth, matching their rhythm. A few more strokes, and she felt she would explode. Three cocks, filling all of her, each moving in, again... one more time... now! She shuddered as she came, the men all the way inside, the muscles of all three holes tightening on them-and then she felt them come, one after another, hot, wet juices deep in her mouth, in her ass, and in her cunt, all groaning in a chorus.

They pulled out. Rolling off Rick and onto her back, she dripped from all three holes. Then men were quiet-impressed and even awed, as they looked down at her. Then the two hunters shook hands respectfully with Arthur, pulled on their clothes, and left without more words. Arthur picked up Laura and carried her over to the bed, lying down naked beside her and carefully wiping away the cum that still dribbled on her check, her cunt lips, and her butt.

He said, "Good job, Laura. I'm very proud of you."

Laura looked back at him mischievously. "Come on," she said. "Fuck me again."

January 29, 2004

Hot Car Sex

The evening was warm and sultry as we drove along the country road in search of the perfect spot to watch the sun set. We came across a field covered in wild flowers just at the base of some low laying hills. It was perfect. We stopped the car and you went to the back seat and took out the blanket and a small picnic basket that were there. You walked over to me and took my hand as we walked the short distance from the road to the field. When we had found the right spot, you handed me one end of the blanket to help you spread it out over the grass. We sat down and turned your eyes toward the hills to watch the sunset. I reached into the picnic basket and retrieved the fresh fruit, cheese and the bottle of wine. We feasted on the fruit and cheese, feeding each other as the sun's brilliant rays were slowly fading in the evening sky. Each piece of food was followed by a kiss, with each one lingering longer than the one before. I was getting aroused as each kiss was deepened more and more. I took a sip of my wine hoping it would help me control the urges that were coming over me but I was hopelessly being taken over by them.

I found myself letting my hands wander over your body as we kissed again. Our lips joining, our tongues teasing each other made me bold as I let my hand wander down to your pants and was encouraged by what I found. You were already erect and moaned into my mouth as my hand began to caress you. I asked you to lie down on the blanket and as you did so, I brought myself over you. I straddled you with my legs as I knelt down. I leaned over and gave you a kiss on the mouth before I proceeded to let my mouth wander across your face and down your neck. My hands had a mind of their own as they traveled down your chest, feeling your heart beat faster as I continued to leave my trail of kisses. When I came to the opening at the top of your shirt, I lingered for a minute, letting my tongue trace the outline of your chest hair that was showing. My hands began to unbutton your shirt and with each button, my tongue followed. My tongue found one of your nipples and as I traced it, you let out a moan and brought your hand up to my back and began massaging it. I let my teeth nip at you a little and this caused you to shiver. I knew this was turning you on even more and continued teasing you there as I moved my body down yours a little. I was down far enough so my hand could come in contact with your penis. My hand gently glided over you through your pants and back up again. I slowly undid the button and zipper and allowed my hand to slip inside.

You were fully erect now and were beginning to pulse in my hand. I moved my hand up and down very slowly, just barley touching you as I finished my trail of kisses that had ended up at the top of your penis. I stood up for a second and asked you to free yourself for me. You raised your hips and proceeded to let your manhood out of its confines. As I saw it emerge, I found myself licking my lips. I couldn't wait to taste you. I went back to my position, kneeling on either side if your legs. I brought my hand to you and began to rub you a little more firmly as I brought my head down to taste you. My tongue just barley touching the top of your penis, stroking across it like a feather. I traced around your head with my tongue, stopping once in awhile to let the tip of my tongue flick across the hole. You were now moaning a little louder and this made me get bolder. I took you into my mouth a little at a time, letting my tongue guide you in until I had you completely in. My tongue teasing you as I moved it back & forth over you. I brought you out very slowly letting you feel my tongue touch every inch of you. When I had you almost completely out, I brought you back in again a little faster. I continued sucking on you, teasing you with my tongue, my hand went to your balls and began squeezing you gently as I brought my head down again. I bring you completely out and let my tongue trace you head again, stopping at the tip to flick my tongue across. Your raise your hand to my head, rubbing my hair as I bring you back in again. You raise your hips to meet me now and I knew I was bringing you close to the edge.

I slow down my movements to let you calm down a bit. My hand replaces my mouth as I bring myself back to your mouth to give you a passionate kiss. I stood up and began removing my clothes, I want to feel my body on yours as I continue making love to you. I happened to look toward the hills and realized the sun was almost set, we were missing it but didn't mind, we were having a show of sorts of our own. I straddled you again and as I did so, you brought your hands to my breast, taking each nipple between your fingers and squeezing them a little. This caused me to moan and arch myself into your hands. My hand found your penis again and began stroking you as you took one breast into your mouth. I lost all sense of control then, I removed my hand and had to use them both to keep my balance over you as you sucked on my breasts. You began tracing my nipple with your tongue, letting your teeth nip at them making me moan louder and causing me to become very wet. You let one hand wander between my legs and let a finger lightly touch my clit. This brought shivers through my body causing me to shake. I raised my hips a little to let you have full access to me and you let your finger glide inside of me. I was really wet and your movements were making me wetter. I began moving my hips with the motion of your hand. I was beginning to start my climb to a climax when you removed your hand. You asked me to turn around so you could taste me with your tongue. As soon as I was in position, you took your hands and spread my lips apart and let your tongue slide up and down touching my clit as you did so. You then probed me with your tongue, going in as far as you could, moving it all around, touching all the sides of me. I began to move my hips, bringing me down closed to your mouth, I wanted you to continue making love to me with your mouth.

I found myself coming to the edge of a climax and you began to move faster with your tongue. You inserted a finger in me and began to thrust in and out of me. This brought me over the edge and I exploded into my climax. My insides gripping your finger as you continued moving it in & out of me. I had brought my hips down hard on your mouth and you readily licked up my juices. I removed myself from your mouth and turned back around to face you. I brought my head down and kissed you deeply as I took a hold of your penis in my hand. I wanted you inside of me, to feel you throb and move within me. I raised myself over you and guided you in me very slowly, letting myself adjust to you as I brought you in deeper & deeper. When you were fully in me, I brought myself to a full sitting position, letting you touch the very depths of me. I began to move, slowly at first, bringing you out to almost the end and back in again. Your hands came up to me and began fondling my breasts, twisting my nipples between your fingers causing me to move a little faster. You were bringing me to the edge again, I could feel my climax rising fast as you took one hand and began massaging my clit as I continued to ride you.

I began to move faster, bringing myself down hard on you, wanting my climax to reach its peak. You began moving your hand faster on my clit and this caused me to explode. I began gripping you tightly as the contractions came on strongly. I began shaking all over as I was consumed with my orgasm. You stopped your hand and slowly brought me down to you so you could kiss me. You whispered in my ear, asking me to remove myself and get on my hands and knees. You wanted to take me from behind. This brought a new wave of excitement over me as I did what you asked. As I positioned myself, you brought yourself to me, put your hands on my hips and guided yourself into me. I could feel you filling me up to the very depths of me. You began to move slowly at first, bringing yourself slowly out, only to bring yourself back in hard. I was in pure bliss as you continued moving inside of me. I could feel you touch every part of me inside. You leaned over me and took my breasts in your hands, squeezing them as you continued your love making to me.

You would stop once in awhile to control your own release, wanting to make it last as long as you could. I was beginning to build up another climax and was bringing myself back to you as you would go forward. Wanting you to be completely inside as I exploded again. You continued to move faster now, feeling your own climax coming to a head. Your hand once again slipped around me and began massaging my clit. This brought me over the edge and I began to soar as another orgasm over took my body. My contractions began gripping you hard and caused you to climax with me. You filled me deep inside with your seed. I can feel you throbbing as you spilled the last of your seed in me. My climax rocked my body and I was getting weak from it. I brought myself down on the blanket and you followed me, wrapping yourself around me as we both shared the emotions of the flight we just took with each other. We held onto each other as the warm breeze blew over us. I opened my eyes and realized it was now dark. The sun had set a long time ago but I wasn't disappointed that we missed it for we made our own magic. You turned me to you and kissed me deeply, we whispered words of love and held each other for a while longer. Both contented in what we just experienced. We soon gathered our clothes, got dressed and then picked up the picnic things and walked back hand in hand to the car. This was one sunset I would never forget even though I didn't get to see it.

January 20, 2004

Afternoon Fun With The Cable Guy

It was a hot Saturday afternoon when our friend Steve stopped by to say hello and have a beer or two. Steve is a cable guy and on this afternoon he was in desperate need of an ice-cold beer. My wife Jolene was wearing a short pink, loose fitting, Frederick's sundress with no panties covering her sweet trimmed pussy. The dress buttoned up the front and the first couple of buttons were undone revealing her fine cleavage. As Steve came in the front door Jolene was in the living room and she met him and gave him the customary kiss hello. This kiss lingered just a minute longer than usual while their mouths explored each other. The kiss was just long enough to be tempting but not long enough to be too forward.

As they both entered the kitchen I met them as I came in from the backyard to get us all a drink. Steve and I exchanged hugs as I made my way to the refrigerator for three cold ones. Steve and my wife took a seat at the table in the backyard on the same side of the table, nearly facing each other. Her dress was so short even with her legs together there was an opportunity to see her beautiful neatly trimmed pussy. Steve was keeping one eye focused on Jolene's tanned legs as we talked occasionally glancing my way and trying to engage my wife at the same time. I could sense his desire to glimpse my wife's pussy and I am sure Jolene was getting the same sensation.

During our conversation my wife crossed and uncrossed her legs several times allowing her dress to rise even higher on her legs. As we finished our first drinks Jolene asked if she could get us another beer. As my wife rose from her chair her legs parted slightly giving both Steve and I a quick peek at her most private parts. We watched as her beautiful body moved toward the kitchen, her tight ass swaying seductively under her short skirt. When Jolene returned with the beers and bent forward to set them on the table the low cut sundress fell open revealing her supple tits and large nipples. My wife mentioned she had an empty pack of cigarettes and asked if I would go get some from the store as she slowly sat down on Steve's lap. Jolene's arm circled Steve's shoulders and they began kissing while I watched from the other side of the table. Jolene knows I enjoy watching her with other men and we have had more than one threesome with our friend Steve. I have enjoyed several times watching as Steve gave and received pleasure from my wife. This time as they kissed it was much more than a quick hello kiss. I watched my wife's dress ride higher on her firm tanned legs and knew her naked pussy was resting on my friend's leg. Steve was a little bashful as my wife gently took his hand and placed it under her dress so he could feel her hot pussy.

As they were kissing I came around the table and watched as Steve was playing with my wife's hot pussy. I could see my friend's finger trace the fine blonde hairs on Jolene's thigh just before disappearing into her wet pussy as soft moans escaped her lips. Steve's other hand had undone a few more buttons and was busy rolling my wife's erect nipples between his fingers. As I told Jolene I was going to the store she stood in between Steve's legs with her long tanned legs slightly spread and gave me a long lingering kiss goodbye while feeling the front of my shorts where my cock was rock hard. My wife's seductive smile held me in a trance as she slowly stroked my cock through my pants. Steve's hands were feeling her great ass under her dress and undoing the remaining buttons as I kissed my wife goodbye. As we broke the kiss I asked Steve to take good care of her while I was gone and as he smiled back he said he would take very good care of her. As I was leaving I watched my wife sit back down on Steve's lap and start kissing him even more passionately, her dress completely open, just hanging from her shoulders.

I was gone about 15 or 20 minutes and as I came back in the front door I saw my wife's dress crumpled on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. I climbed the stairs slowly listening to the sounds of my wife and Steve. Reaching the top of the stairs I entered our bedroom to see my naked wife on all fours in the middle of our bed with Steve who was also naked and propped up against the pillows. Jolene was giving him the best blowjob in the world as she knelt between his legs. As I walked into our bedroom I took my clothes off and sat in the chair watching every move my wife made. Jolene asked me to get the camera and take a picture of her sucking Steve's cock. We keep the camera close to the bed and I took one or two pictures as her mouth slid up and down on his cock. I love the sight of my wife sucking cock, covered with her saliva, while her hand pumps up and down on the shaft. The head of my friends cock slipped in and out of my wife's mouth as she alternately took him all the way and then pulled up to just circle the head of his uncircumcised cock. Steve was on the verge of coming when my wife told him she wanted him to fuck her as she watched in our large dresser mirror.

Jolene crawled into position so Steve could move in behind her and she could see herself in the mirror. Steve grasped her by the hips as my wife told him to fuck her harder and harder. My friend's cock was at first sliding in and out of my wife's pussy then as his rhythm increased he was pounding in and out of her juicy pussy. My wife's ample tits were swaying under her, her nipples barely brushing the bed as she met each of Steve's strokes. In just a few moments I watch as my wife and my friend join in an orgasm while watching themselves in the mirror. As Steve pulls his softening cock from my wife's pussy she laid back on the bed and told me she wanted her pussy licked. Even from where I was sitting I could see the mixture of my wife's juices and Steve's cum, her pussy was wet, shiny and inviting. I moved in between my wife's legs and start licking and sucking on her swollen pussy. Steve took the camera and started taking pictures of me licking my wife's freshly fucked pussy. I slipped one finger in her we pussy as I licked her nub and moved my other hand up to play with her nipple. Jolene was writhing on the bed as Steve is taking pictures of the two of us.

As Steve moved up on the bed my wife started feeling his soft cock, slowly stroking and pulling on it, bringing it back to life. As I watched his cock grew harder in my wife's small hand I moved up and slid my hard cock into her juicy, cum filled pussy, fucking her with long slow strokes. Jolene and I roll over so that my wife is now on top her pussy raising and lowering on my stiff dick. Steve put the camera down and moved in behind my wife, his cock now hard again. I could feel my friend's finger as he slipped in my wife's pussy then pulled it to lubricate her tight rosebud. As my wife was moaning and gasping Steve slowly began penetrating my wife's ass until I could feel the presence of his cock next to mine, separated ever so slightly. The three of us began a rhythm and soon we were all working together in an unbelievable moment. Jolene started first by gasping, "Fuck Me!" several times in a row as Steve and I both grabbed her by the hips and continued our assault on her pussy and ass. It wasn't long before I began pumping my cock deep into my wife, shooting my load into her just fucked pussy. As this was happening Steve began grunting and really pushing deep into Jolene's ass and pumped his second load into her tight hole.

Jolene collapsed on my chest, her large breasts flattening against me. As Steve withdrew his now soft cock from her ass I could feel his cum leak down onto my balls, mixing with my wife's cum and my own. One more flash of the camera as Steve captured the sight of a well spent wife lying on a horny husband. Jolene's sweaty body rolled off of me onto the side of the bed, she looked well fucked and satisfied. I got off the bed and retrieved three hot wet washcloths from the bathroom, tossing one to Steve and using the second to gingerly clean up my wife's cum soaked pussy. Jolene pressed the hot washcloth to her pussy as I used the third to clean myself up. Steve upon completion of cleaning himself slowly dressed as he thanked Jolene and I for a great afternoon of sex. Jolene remained naked as she and I walked Steve downstairs toward the front door. Just before reaching the door Steve turned to say goodbye an my wife moved up to give him a last lingering kiss, pressing her tanned naked body close to his.

Steve left and Jolene and I made our way upstairs to download the pictures and relive our afternoon. Jolene was sitting naked on my lap as we reviewed the pictures on the laptop, her breasts pressed against my chest and the heat from her pussy pressing against my naked thigh. As we looked together at the pictures of my wife sucking our friend's cock Jolene turned to me and coyly asked if she could get her cable checked tomorrow while I was at I thought about it my cock grew to full attention...Jolene stroked my cock and said she would call for service first thing in the morning...that is another story!