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The Daddy-Dom is about security, not age. Though the names are changed, this is a hopeful, heartfelt outpouring of what I hope will happen when Daddy finally gets here. It’s a rarity that I write about something that is less than out-there-fantasy and I love this story. I hope you do too.



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The pain from bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.



It was the third time in eight hours he’d been inside her.



The first time…



Jessica opened the door to see him standing there, filling the entire doorway. Seven years had passed since their last encounter. Matching grins creased their faces a split second before she’d launched herself at him. She kissed him until she could feel his entire ten and a half inch cock pressed against her belly, hard as a rock. They’d barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was tearing at his clothes.



Steve decided to remind her who was in charge. He tossed her up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, his other holding her lightly by her throat. Her fingers stilled then dropped to her hips to help him push the capris and panties down. His hand dipped between her legs and slid through the slickness of her to find her heated core. He groaned into her mouth as he found her soaked and ready.



Her clothes slid to her ankles and she stepped out of them as he dragged her to the couch and pushed her face first over the back of it. Steve pulled himself free of his jeans, kicked her ankles apart and eased his way into her. Jessica writhed as her body, tight and closed after years of nothing but slim dildos, spread open with difficulty to accept a cock that was almost as fat as a pop can.



Finally he was buried inside of her. Both of them shuddered as he stopped and stood there a moment. She knew then, with absolute certainty that he was her One, that there’d never truly been anyone else. He knew it too; this was where he belonged, with this girl wrapping him up in her love.



He grinned and slapped her ass, enjoying the ripples as her flesh moved under the impact and a red imprint of his hand formed. “Hello, my lover, I’m Home.”



Jessica could hear the capital H in his voice and she grinned as she folded her arms to support her head on the seat of the fluffy, slightly overstuffed couch. “Hi Daddy.” She tightened her muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a moan.



“Naughty girl.” He slapped her again and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then he slid back in, grinding his teeth to keep from driving into her with this second stroke. He was almost buried in her again when she whimpered and wriggled, teasing every inch of him with that slick heat gripping him so tightly. He was buried once more and inching back out, his fingers digging into her hips so hard his nail beds were white, when she made the I’m-going-to-cum noise and her pussy flooded with hot juices.



“Oh no, not yet. You don’t cum until I say so.” He pulled out then slammed in hard.



Jessica whimpered at his words. “Yes Daddy.” He bottomed out when he slide home and she yelped. The sharp pain dissolved the moment he moved again. He started fucking her with short strokes, using half his cock, in order to rub the crown against her g-spot over and over. She writhed, the fingers of one hand going to her clit.



Steve drove home then stopped moving and bent over her. He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head up. As he savaged her mouth with a searing kiss he braced himself with the other hand and moved his hips again. Small but strong strokes pounded her. He swallowed her cries of pleasure for a moment then decided he wanted to hear them.



He stood, gripped her hip with one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other and fucked her hard. When he could feel his balls start to tighten up he ground his teeth to hold on to his control and spoke through them. “Cum Jessica, cum all over my cock. Now!”



At his words, Jessica released the iron grip she’d had on her orgasm and growled. Her pussy gripped him tight as she pinched her clit and revelled in all that was her Daddy. The first orgasm crashed through her, ripping down walls and blowing up her defences. She sobbed as the second one washed through in a healing wave.



The third took Steve by surprise. Her body bucked back against him and he lost control and roared as his orgasm was torn from him. It pulsed through his cock, splashing her insides with wave after wave of cum. Their fluids slthered down her legs as they both dropped forward over the back of the couch. When Steve realized he was crushing his girl he stood up and slid out of her. Their pleasure gushed from her, splashing her inner thighs and dripping on the floor.



Jessica giggled. “Hi Daddy.”



“Hello Jess-i-ca.” Steve drawled out her name in the way that made her grin. “Don’t suppose you have lunch ready?” He helped her stand, catching her when her legs wobbled.



“Almost, just have to cook the chicken.” She made a little face as the cum began to dry. “May I clean up first, please?”



Steve considered the matter; he liked his pleasure dripping from her. He also wanted her naked but hot oil splatter on breasts didn’t work anymore than trails of cum on the floor. “You may, little honey, but you had better only put a t-shirt on.”



“Yes Daddy.” She hurried off as fast as the wobbly legs could take her and disappeared into the bathroom.



Steve sat on the couch, his cock limp against his jeans. He wriggled out of them and decided to wash up as soon as she was done. He looked around her apartment, nodding at the pale yellow walls, smiling at the pictures of her family all over the place. He got up to look at the oil paintings then studied the huge library of movies. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned just in time to see a flash of pale flesh.



Jessica put on a soft cotton sleep shirt, one that just barely covered her ass, then hurried into the kitchen. She pulled the marinating chicken out and heated the oil in the pan. While she was cooking she lost herself in the feelings of her pussy twitching as it tried to come to terms with the size of her Daddy’s cock. Even this long after, she was still feeling the stretch.



Steve came back out to find her standing over the stove, feet apart, slightly wider than her shoulders, metal tongs in one hand as she turned the chicken breasts. He admired the long length of her legs. His girl was tall, at almost 5’9″ but she was still small to him. He loved the bit of weight life, children and age had put on her. He liked the small lines around her eyes, the laugh lines at her mouth. He adored the strands of silver in her hair. She was his and to him she was perfect in all her complications and curves.



Jessica studied the big man while they ate. He’d started shaving his head a few years before their reunion and she liked it. She’d never known him with a lot of hair anyway. He was sitting there shirtless and she wanted nothing more than to rub her face on his furry chest. Her big bear of a Daddy towered over her at 6’7″ and she loved it. She felt small and safe. He was sixteen years older than her and that’s one reason he was Daddy. The other was that he’d always taken care of her. It was as simple as that. She didn’t need to regress to be his little girl, it was just fact and as natural as breathing. To her, he was perfect.



“Do you want to take a nap when we’re done, Daddy?”



“Yes, I think so. That last drive was a long one.” He took a drink of the ice water and studied his empty plate. “This was very good, honey. Thank you for cooking for me.” He’d watched her set the table, placing each piece just so on the place mats she’d purchased in Niagara Falls. He’d been astounded when she had put his drink and plate on a tray, stripped her shirt and picked up the tray.



His little girl had knelt beside him and set the tray on the floor to her right. She’d spread her thighs and straightened her back then picked up his drink. She’d pressed the glass lightly to her core, shivering at the chill, then slid it up her body to her heart where she’d paused, closed her eyes and said something under her breath. He had watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and kissed the rim before lifting it to him, one hand under the base as the other held it steady.



“Your drink Daddy,” she’d said, “may it refresh you and slake the thirst acquired on your journey.” She’d held it there until he took it. Then she had picked up his plate and lifted it over her head too. “Your lunch. Your girl hopes it eases your hunger and that it pleases your tongue as much as it pleased me to cook it for you.”



Again she’d held the object until he took it from her. Then she had stayed there on her knees until he told her to get up. Only then did she put her shirt back on and sit down to eat her lunch.



Afterwards, she cleared the table and started the dishes. He watched her for a long moment, thinking, then his eyes strayed down her legs and back up again, lingering at the frayed hem of the tee as it brushed against her with every movement.



Unbelievably, he felt his cock harden again.



The second time…



Jessica squeaked as she was snatched from behind. Arms locked around her waist and a hard cock pressed into her back. His huge hands cupped her heavy breasts as she watched. She was amazed how her double-Ds turned into itty bitty titties in his hands. Then he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and she forgot to think anymore. Her head dropped back against his chest and she twisted it slightly, offering her mouth for his kisses as she blindly reached out to turn the water off.



She was gratified when he took her mouth hard. His tongue plundered her mouth and she sucked on it. He groaned and the sound filled her with a smug, heady arousal; she knew that only she made him this hot, that it’d always been her, just as he’d always been the only one for her. The Goddess knew she’d tried to forget him, he was out of her reach, but something would always bring him to mind within days of her managing to put him in a closet in her mind. It would always take weeks to get him back into that closet again, sometimes months.



Jessica turned in his arms and slid her hands over his chest. One hand curled around the back of his neck while the other slipped down his belly until she could wrap her fingers around his cock. He was hard, ready for her, and by the rasp of his breathing, he wanted to be in her just as much as she wanted him in her.



Both hands went behind her and she hopped up onto the counter, breaking the kiss. She stared at him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, revelling in the look of love and lust on his face, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles and pulled him close. He wrapped one big hand around his erection and guided it into her. Then he drove in deep so hard she slammed into the cupboards with first her shoulders then her head.



Steve reached up and cradled her head in one hand as he bent to nibble her ear. She tightened her legs around his waist and rocked her hips towards him. Jessica gloried in the groan of need she got from him then gasped in the next breath as he pulled out and slammed into her again.



Once again she turned her mouth up, offering it to him. As she kissed him and he kissed her she had a fleeting thought about the strange duet they had going on. They were fucking each other hard with their bodies but they made love with their mouths. All the years they’d loved each other were poured into that kiss. They stole each other’s breath and gave it back over and over. They melted into each other, one heart, one mind, one soul.



As his hips moved like pistons, fucking her as hard as he could, the cupboard doors banged and punctuated each stroke. Jessica was sure that she was going to end up with bruises across her shoulder blades but she simply didn’t give a damn. She fucked him back as hard as she was able. Her nails dragged up his back as her first orgasm hit, marking him as hers. She screamed into his mouth and he laughed in delight, tearing his mouth from her so he could watch her face.



Jessica forced her eyes open so she could watch him as his pleasure peaked. He dropped his hands to her hips and thrust harder as his balls tightened again and the orgasm was torn from some place deep inside him. Her head hit the cupboard again as he slammed into her one last time. She didn’t care. She watched him cum, each pulse of his orgasm triggering another one of hers and wringing cries from her throat.



He rested his forehead on the cupboard door, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. She stroked his sweaty body with her fingertips.



“This moment, right now, right here, this is what all the mistakes I’ve made, everything we’ve been through as led to. This is where I belong.”



Steve lifted his head and searched her face for the truth of her words. When he found it he smiled and stepped back, pulling from her reluctantly and dragging a gasp from both of them.



“Well, little girl, I’m home now. The past is done and gone.” He held his hand out to her and led her to the bedroom. Which in turn led to…



The third time…



The bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.



Steve left a mark on her throat to match the ones on her breasts. He groaned. “Baby, I don’t know how much more I can take. You’re too tight.”



Jessica was barely able to speak. They’d gotten to this point after hours of petting that moved into light bondage that graduated into spanking that became experimenting with her canes. She was deep in subspace and barely coherent. She was open, pliant and willing to do anything to please him. She forced the words from her mind to her lips as she lowered herself further. “Please Daddy…just a little more.”



Steve surprised himself with the growl that formed deep in his chest. He had a primal urge to force her down over his cock. His fingers dug into her, one hand in her hair, tightening until she gasped in pain. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Come on baby.” This was new to him too, no woman had ever been …he didn’t know… brave enough before. She was so tight around him he felt like she was milking him.



Jessica was all about the sensations. The tearing pain as he pulled her hair allowed her to drop another inch and it just fuelled her arousal. His fingers in her hip were a mark of possession to the mind so far gone with her need to serve and be pleasing. It too fuelled her arousal. The growl almost made her cum. The headspace she was in was animal, primitive. She opened her eyes and stared at him as she relaxed her thighs and dropped down on him until she was settled deep in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.



Both of them shuddered in reaction. He released her hair and put his hand on her chest, pushing her back until she was braced on her arms. He ran his hand down the middle of her body until he brushed his thumb over her clit. She gasped and jerked then decided she liked that feeling and moved her hips. Steve reached for the little pocket rocket and turned it on.



With one hand splayed over her pelvis, guiding her even as he let her set the rhythm, he held her in place. With the other one he pressed the vibrator to her, just above her clit. Her instant response gratified him. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her rhythm faltered. He groaned as her ass tightened on his cock, nearly losing control. He needed one more thing from her.



“Cum for me little girl.” He pressed the vibe directly to her clit and rolled it back and forth a little. She reacted immediately. A long wordless wail burst from her as he forced an orgasm from her. Fluids gushed over his pelvis as she rode his cock, her ass tightening around him over and over. He ground his teeth together and tried to get one more from her before he let go.



It almost worked. Steve rolled the vibe over her clit one more time and as she bucked, screaming, his orgasm was ripped from him. With each throb, she came again. His lap was soaked by the time he dragged his hand away from her. He caught her just before she tumbled backwards. Cradling her against his chest he rolled them onto his back, gratified when she moved her legs, leaving his cock buried in her until it softened.



Jessica stirred just enough to say, “Welcome home Daddy.”

My loving owner and I share a beautiful home near a lake in a very secluded spot. It’s not all that far from the rest of our tiny neighborhood but, set apart quite a way. It’s one of two that we own. My handsome man chose it for privacy, which is good because, there are times that privacy is paramount in our lives.



I’ve stated before that my owner is a man of varied tastes when it comes to fun and this time was no exception. He enjoys taking the time to select specific temporary additions to our private routines. Temporary additions that have similar endowments as well as similar discretion’s. I don’t know the screening process my love initiates but I trust him with all my heart.



I feel the need to say that because, there are times when my love brings someone to one or the other of our homes and I have heard more than one gentleman express awe in how my love keeps every aspect of things exclusively, yet warmly private. They never truthfully know exactly where they are other than in one of our homes.



On this particular day, my owner and I had just finished breakfast when he got a call on the cell that he uses specifically for our special times. He gave me that sweet half lidded expression and secret smile of his that let me know something uniquely exciting was about to happen.



“I’ll be right back sweetie.” he whispered as he quickly kissed me and hurried out the door, phone to ear.



I knew he’d be true to his word and felt a thrilling tingle at what might come next.



I cleared the table from breakfast and began running the dish water when I heard my love pull into the drive. Knowing enough of how my beautiful owner likes to do things, I knew to continue with what I was doing until he bid me otherwise.



Sometimes, the thought of his control alone is enough to get me sopping wet.



My loving owner snuggled up behind me, sliding his hands up and down my sides and whispered in my ear,



“We have a guest pretty girl. I want you to be nice as can be okay?”



I nodded in agreement and went to turn when he stopped me.



“I want this to be a little different so don’t move until I tell you to.”



The bulge I felt nudging itself to my backside had me eager to please him so much! I had an idea of what he had in mind for this get together. We’d shopped online for a few new items and thought carefully about how we wanted to implement them and now, he was orchestrating a beautiful game for us!



I stood still as I heard him beckon someone into the room. I heard another man’s voice, low and rumbled in a tone of appreciation at my rather ample shape. I’m not tall, nor am I stick thin. I’m very curvy with long dark wavy curls. This being summer and our home being so near the water, I’m sure our guest thought of tropical fantasies come to life.



I stayed still as my loving owner breezed beside me to issue out a few of our standard rules while showing me off to our guest.



“As you can see,” he began, “I like it when my wifey wears precious little.”



With that, my love moved to stand in front of me, easing his strong hands over my curves. He kissed me and lifted my sundress so that my ample ass could be displayed through my lacy panties. I, in turn, caressed his lower stomach and massive bulge and revelled in watching his mouth drop slightly open.



“Wow! That is one impressive ass!” our guest exclaimed. His voice was deep with a pleasant resonance but I didn’t turn to see him… I could feel that this was part of the new game and I wanted to make sure I played to my owner’s satisfactions.



My handsome love smiled at the new found appreciation of his property as well as my centered attention on him, holding me in his strong arms, taking my breath away as he did so. His slight nod to me a wordless approval of my actions thus far.



“Like I said on the phone, there’s more.” he said over my shoulder.



“And, I just call her ‘wifey’ too?”



My owner’s face grew only faintly serious.



“No, you can call her ‘M’. And just to be clear,” his smile returning to his handsome face, “that stands for ‘mine’. Isn’t that right sweetie?”



“As you bid my love. Always as you bid.” I said as his smile grew even more.



“That’s my sweet girl. Now then, something new for you.”



He pulled a bit of cloth from his pocket and let me see it. A blindfold! And not any blindfold either, one that I’d been wanting for the longest time!



My thoughtful owner and I enjoy spending time going through online catalogs and shopping in out of the way adult stores to find just the right playthings. Sometimes, we enjoy custom creating things for one another.



This time though, he’d surprised me with the most beautiful brown suede blindfold decorated with lovely burnished paisleys and velvet inner trim. It was soft and delicate and I grew even more excited because I knew it was only one part of a very special set.



“Ooooooo!” was all I could muster when I saw it but the expression on my lover’s face was worth all the money in the world and then some.



He chuckled a bit at my reaction.



“I’m glad you like it this much. Now, hold still while I put it on you.”



I closed my eyes but could not close off the thrill of how it felt to have him touch my face after my blindfold was in place. Suddenly, the scent of him was more intoxicating than usual. I was aware of our newest guest coming closer and realized that perhaps, it was he who did not wish to be seen. Being so private, I sometimes forget that our temporary collaborators also have needs for seclusion and discretion.



I felt him kiss me once more, his hands roaming over my body. The desire to please my love felt even stronger than ever.



“It’s okay to come over now, she can’t see you. Can you pretty girl?”



“No love, I can’t.”



I could smell a man’s cologne, somewhat pungent. It reminded me of what high end bankers think money-men ought to smell like. As always, it was something small like this that made me inwardly appreciate the habits of my man even more. He’s not the cologne type.



“She’s really beautiful and what an ass!” our new collaborator muttered to my love.



“And that’s the only thing off limits. This ass is never shared, it’s exclusively mine. You can caress it and watch me go there but that’s all.”



“Good deal. I’m just happy to have found someone as private as me for this.”



I listened to the exchange of words between them with such happiness. It feels good to know my owner protects me so well. He does so much for me.



I heard a rustle of cloth. My owner guided my hand to his now exposed cock and had me stroke him slowly, his hand covering mine.



“Reach your other hand out sweetie. I want you to feel how fat you’re making our new friend’s cock.” he whispered to me.



Doing as he said, I reached out and heard a hasty zipper being pulled down before feeling a thick member touch my palm. I folded my hand around it and stroked it in tandem with my owner’s larger member. This new cock felt thinner and not quite as long as my owner’s but still larger than some. Rubbing my thumb over the head of it, I could feel the pre-cum leaking out. By the sighs and light moans, I could tell things were going well so far.



“Keep stroking his cock sweetie, I’ll be right back.”



I stood as bid and kept stroking while I heard my owner from somewhere in the living room behind me. In no time at all, he was back and had dropped something soft onto my feet. I could feel him take hold of my hand and arm and guide me gently downward.



“There’s a pillow for you to kneel on right in front of you sweet girl, let me help you down.”



Once I was comfortable on the pillow, my man kissed me deeply. I could feel his happiness and excitement in that kiss. He then guided my free hand back to the beautiful thick length of his cock.



“Open up nice and pretty sweetie.”



I tilted my head towards his voice and opened my mouth, my reward of course was his tasty cock. I could feel him pulsate in my mouth, breathing in his scent, I reached for his balls to caress while I sucked. I enjoy going slowly as I know this pleases him plus, he tastes so wonderful, I like savoring every moment. I switched things up a bit, pulling my hot, wet mouth from his hardness and licking each ball before sucking each one in to twirl my tongue around them. Hearing his groans and feeling his fingers through my hair got me even more wet than before. I went to suck more of his beautiful cock but he stopped me.



“Time for our guest to sample that pretty mouth sweet girl.” he said as he turned me around and kissed me.



I opened my mouth and took in our guest. He was smaller, as I’d noted, but muskier too. Not too unpleasant but certainly not my owner. Telling the two apart blindfolded just got much easier. I treated him to the same oral delight as I’d given my owner and this time, was rewarded with loud and heavy groans.



I was almost positive my owner was smiling at that.



I was drenched by this point. My juices slowly making their way down to mid thigh. I know my owner is very perceptive to my needs and knows just when I begin to get almost too wet to bear. He knows that when I get to that point, almost all my reason goes out the window and I’ve no more pressing desire than to see him pleased with his hard steel-like cock embedded deeply within me.



“Up and over pretty girl” I heard him say as he gently guided me by the arm to stand and bend over the kitchen table.



“Ohhhhh shit that ass is incredible!” our guest murmured low as my owner tenderly flipped up my sundress.



My dress was a pale lavender with tiny floral design while my panties, I’m sure my love was happy I wore that day, they were a deep grass green, a colour he loved to see against my light toasted copper skin. I could hear our guest draw in his breath at my love pulling my panties slowly over my ample ass. The stretch lace giving only the slightest of tugs against my flesh. The contrast in colours bringing to mind tropical delights. Still sopping wet, like honey through the lace, my wetness now being smeared along the insides of my thighs even further as my panties came off.



I could hear a condom being opened with haste and could feel my owner’s hand on the small of my back.



“Spread those beautiful legs open sweet girl, I want our new friend to have first dibs with that pretty pussy of yours. He ought to sink in easy with how wet you are. I want you to be nice and let him fuck that pussy as hard as he can, okay?”



I nodded my head as I felt hands on my ass, rubbing in circles and then stroking the sides of my upper thighs. The hands were long and smooth, very different from my owner’s more strong grip. These reminded me of someone who did no physical labor at all. They smoothed over my ass once more and I felt the tentative push of his cock to my hot pussy. Slowly, he eased himself in while my owner, at my side, held on to the small of my back.



Our guest gave a long slow push forward and felt as though he was in to the hilt. I could feel my ass being pried apart as he moaned very lightly, I imagine he was watching my hot wet box engulf his cock as he slowly began fucking me. He had a steady pace, not uncomfortable but not at all what I was used to. He felt good in my hot box but I yearned for more.



Much to my disappointment, he did not last long. I felt him jerk a few times, give a groaning sigh and pull out.



“Holy fuck, that was GREAT! Her cunt is so tight! I couldn’t last looking at that ass, just seeing that was amazing!” he exclaimed in satisfaction.



My owner knew, of course, that I was no where near being pleased. This new man may have been almost as big as my love but he had no idea how to cut loose and use what he had. That sort of animalistic passion was something he was very masterful of.



“You want amazing? Watch.” I love when my man says things like that! “Pretty girl, I want you to reach out and hold onto the edge of the table and don’t let go. Understood?”



I nodded, “Yes, as you bid.”



I did as I was told, grabbing onto the edge of the table as my owner slid around to my eager backside and slowly filled my drenched pussy with his cock. Thick , hard and throbbing, he let me take a few breaths before pulling nearly all the way out only to plow into me as hard as he could. Again and again and again, he pulled himself away from me only to slam into my pussy with such force that I could do nothing but scream my pleasures and hold on. Then he sped up, fucking me wildly. Soon, I felt a certain pace begin… he slowed a little, his breathing was different, I knew he’d gotten close to cumming and held back. Pulling his magnificent cock out of my pussy, he told me to stay put.



“Oh my God, she’s used to that kind of fucking? You hit pay dirt man!” I heard our guest say.



“Not done yet my friend!” my owner replied. “Right my sweet girl? We’re going to let our new friend know just how things get done around our household, right?”



“Mmmm, yes love!” was all I could happily say while catching my breath. I could sense my owner looking for something below me, something in his pants pocket on the floor. I heard a snap of plastic and felt something cool on my ass, slipping between my cheeks. He’d brought the lube! I wriggled about for him as he rubbed his huge cock over my pussy, into my pussy and back out to rub between my ample ass cheeks. He ran his strong hands over my cheeks, pushing them together to squish the lube everywhere. I could hear his low moans of appreciation at how slippery things were getting.



“You aren’t serious, are you? Can she take that much cock up the ass?”



“I’ve trained her well, it’s still a very tight fit but when she’s as worked up as she is now, yes, she can take all of me up her beautiful big ass, isn’t that right sweetie? You love how I fuck this ass don’t you? And you want the nice man who’s cock you sucked and who banged that pussy to watch me fuck you up the ass don’t you?”



I was delirious with passion at this point! “Yes my love, I do!”



“What do you want sweetie? Tell me. Tell me nice and nasty.”



“I want your hard cock up my ass! I want to feel your thick cock up my tight hole!”



“Do you want me to cum up that big pretty ass?” his grip on my ample cheeks tightened as he rubbed his cock between them. Swirling his thumb near my hole he added, ” Do you want me to stretch you open honey? You want me to open that ass fuck it like your pussy? Want me to fill that sweet ass with cum for you?”



I was beside myself with need! Tingling from his filthy-sexy words! “Yes! Please, please use my ass like a pussy! Stretch me wide open and fill me with cum!” I’m positive my owner was smiling at that! Slowly he pushed his cock against my hot hole. Slower still, my ass swallowed more and more of him, widening, stretching around his hard, thick cock.



“Holeeeee…”



I heard my love grunt loudly as he seated himself as deeply as he could go up my tight, hot, greased up ass. He began thrusting cautiously at first, gaining a stride to let me become accustomed to and then, when he knew I was ready, going for broke with everything he had, his heavy balls slapping my dripping pussy mercilessly with each heaving thrust.



Pounding faster and faster, his groans and my squeals of delight echoing through the room. Pistoning harder and harder into my eager flesh, his cock like a hot steel dowel, long, thick and probing. Leaning over me more than he already had, grabbing my hips harder for more leverage, tipping them up slightly for deeper penetration, plunging repeatedly in and out of my tight, slick and slippery hole. I imagined his cock gleaming with lube, shiny and masterfully taking utter control of my ass until at last, I felt him tense up, shooting his hot thick cum deep within me. He collapsed on top of my back, kissing my shoulders and neck, whispering how much he loved me while disengaging from my now sloppy hole. Pulling himself up, he pushed my cheeks together as I felt his cum ooze out, dripping over my pussy and down my trembling thighs.



“Wow… you were right, that WAS amazing!” our guest stated.



“Stay where you are sweetie.” my love called to me.



I could hear an exchange of words and a door opening and closing. My owner was right at my side after that, helping me up and removing the blindfold.



“I’m SO fucking proud of you sweetie! SO fucking proud! I’m going to get him back to where he needs to be and I’ll be right back after that, okay? You go ahead and get cleaned up. I love you so much!” He enveloped me in a massive bear hug and kissed me deeply.



After a few minutes, he and our guest were on their way. I cleaned myself up with a nice long shower and gave myself a treat of a bowl of strawberries. After a little while, I heard my love return home.



“He was really impressed with you sweet girl!” he said. “Though it might have been nice to have lasted longer, I’m glad it was quick. He didn’t seem to please you much. I’m sorry about that.”



Pouting like a petulant little boy, my lover’s blue eyes seemed to deepen with regret.



“Don’t let it bother you my love.” I softly said to him. “I doubt if anyone will ever measure up to how you feel inside of me. I don’t think anyone can ever come close to how good YOU make me feel.” His blue eyes once more held the happiness I’d come to crave and love.



After his shower, my love and I spent the next few hours wrapped in each other’s arms, talking over what had occurred, planning for what we’d like next, satiated by an extremely good breakfast.



Fin

Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I’m most interested in feedback from fans of this genre.







Gusts of rain flattened the field of wild sage, and beyond it, the dark woods leading to the lake hissed and groaned in a very uninviting way. Staring out the cabin window, Mia told us of her urge to run into the dense maze of wood wearing nothing but sandals. I laughed, believing she wouldn’t last five minutes in the mountain cold. She took it as a challenge, and I suddenly found myself seated on a pine-post railing, rain beating against the metal porch roof, and my girlfriend leaning naked on the railing next to me, describing how much she loved a good storm. Her bare tits rested in her folded arms and her bent over twenty-three-year-old ass looked round, tight and delicious. I reached out and caressed the top of her bad-ass bubble-butt. Top-fucking-shelf! I still had trouble believing I’d landed such a top-shelf piece of ass.



When we returned to Paul’s warm cabin ten minutes later, she glided straight to the fire, breaking stride only to snatch the knitted blanket from the leather sofa back. She wrapped herself inside and flopped down on a buffalo skin rug a few feet from the fireplace screen. My vegetarian girlfriend never set foot on that rug before, but the temptation of the blazing pine logs finally proved stronger than her disgust. Soon Emily took a seat next to her, and together they watched the flames flicker and spit, while Paul and I heated up mulled wine in the cramped kitchen. We took a cupful to the girls and then he broke out a bottle of brandy, pouring a fair amount in two large brandy snifters.



It wasn’t long before the wine hit the girl’s and their conversation grew louder, bolder and full of laughter. They must have exchanged stories about every guy they’d ever known, as Mia shifted behind Emily and braided her long brown hair. She’d wrapped the knitted blanket just below her armpits, leaving her shoulders totally exposed and her arms free. The loose knit blanket let her skin peek through the holes, and my eyes kept finding the pink of her nipples. Paul carried a hot ladle across the room, topped off their wine cups, and then sat next to me at the small dining table. He angled himself towards the girls, as did I.



“I could watch that all night.”



“No shit.”



“So Mia sure does love nature, rain or shine.”



That summer Mia had lead the four of us skinny dipping in the lake, but it had been hot, sunny and a totally summer thing to do, but stripping down at this time of year rang just plain insane.



When Mia completed Emily’s braid, Emily removed her sweater, leaving her in a wife-beater and sweatpants. She has splendid tits, and seeing them braless in a wife-beater, the nipples poking at the fabric and the outside curvature of her boob visible from the side opening, warmed me in a way the brandy couldn’t.



But it was more than her partially exposed boob––something about Emily told me I could have her if I wanted. Something about her thick lipstick, thick eyeliner, and her sparse tattoos, seemed… I don’t know… slutty? But then Paul’s girls have always struck me that way. He may have displayed a taste for refined luxuries, rolling about in a Mercedes and showing off his pricy wine rack, but he gauged his woman by their performance in the sack, and that’s about it.



Mia turned her back to the fire and loosened the knitted blanket. She clutched it to her bosom but allowed it to fall from her back, leaving her bare skin sparkling in the firelight. Mia may have lived in a way that made minced-meat out of social norms, but she seemed oblivious to the affect it had on people, and never came off slutty. Weirdly enough, however, watching her get friendly with a girl like Emily blurred that distinction for me, and I couldn’t keep my mind off fucking her super sleazy like. Maybe that’s why Paul preferred the easy chicks––their willingness to do it all set fire to the imagination.



Mia caught me gawking, her sharp green eyes trapping me like a spotlight. She’d do that often––her eyes would bound wildly about the world and then lock onto me with a sudden razor sharp intensity. And while her cocky smile let me know she could damn well read my mind, her green peepers revealed the pure heat living in the depths of her soul. I literally found myself salivating, like a hot buttered carrot rested on my tongue, and I proceeded to swallow awkwardly.



Paul sipped his Brandy to hide his own shit eating grin, then whispered, “Dude, you’re girlfriend’s amazingly hot.”



“Yeah she is. But so’s yours, man.”



“Isn’t she though?”



I checked to make absolutely sure Mia wasn’t listening, and then turned again to Paul. “Don’t say anything to Emily, but I’m getting a ring for Mia in a couple of weeks.”



“Holy shit! Seriously, Devon?”



I just smiled proudly and nodded my head.



“Fucking congratulations, man!” He looked back at Mia, naked under the blanket, and snorted a laugh.



“What? You wouldn’t marry that?”



“No dude, that’s not it at all.”



“Then what?”



“Well I’m just glad you told me before I said anymore.”



“Oh yeah, such as what?”



He punched my arm instead of answering.



“This is an excellent Brady, but I’m breaking out the choice Cognac for this.”



He went to the liquor cabinet and brought back a brown bottle littered in calligraphy.



He then explained how he’d met a French electronics genius who bragged about a family making a Cognac to rival Hennessey’s finest, and charged about one-sixth the price. So Paul spent a hundred dollars in long distance calls tracking this family down and then bought six bottles at two hundred a pop, which is nothing compared to the price of supreme quality Cognacs. .



“It was such a legit operation the bottles arrived on my doorstep in an actual wooden crate. How insane is that? But here it is, and now you can honestly say that you’ve tasted the best fucking Cognac in the world.”



I took a sip and let it hover in my mouth before swallowing.



“Liquid silk, right?”



“Wow!”



“So alive, yet so tranquil––wakes up the throat, then leaves it cool and happy.”



His dark eyes, which I’ve heard woman describe as seductive, ignited with devilish excitement. With his next sip he completely lost his customary cool composure and drifted away in an almost heroine like daze. Nobody appreciated life’s finest more than Paul.



“So fuckin’ smooth, smooth, smooth.”



He then produced two cigars from his flannel shirt pocket. “Let’s go finish it on the porch with these. You know your cigars?”



“Not really.”



“Well this cigar is about on par with the Cognac, that’s all you need to know.”



Outside he passed a clipped and lit cigar as I zipped up my winter coat. The icy drops fell in sheets just beyond the eves and I asked if we might see any snow. Being a databank of worldly wisdom, Paul assured snow wouldn’t show for at least another week.



“I’m back up here with a snowboard on the third, how about it?”



“I wish. We’re pretty booked until the New Year.” I took a drag off the cigar and felt myself turn green. I had to take Paul’s word it was ‘primo’, because all cigars tasted like ass to me. Still, I was sipping the world’s finest Cognac and smoking an equally fine cigar, and felt very Fortune 500 doing it. As I took another drag I wondered if that was most likely their universal appeal––the awesome taste of power.



I directed my thumb towards the cabin door. “So back in there, what was so funny about marrying Mia?”



He dodged the question by asking about our friend Mitch. “You think Mia is going to allow him at the wedding? I mean, when’s the last time you’ve even seen him?”



“Months! There’s no way he’s not coming to the wedding, though.”



“Hahaha! That girl holds a grudge worse than I do. Doesn’t she get Mitch is just a scatterbrained surfer?”



“I think so.”



“Doesn’t she know all of us passed around a girl at one point or another? And shit, it worked out for her, didn’t it? His loss, her gain, right?”



“Man, I haven’t even asked her to marry me yet, I can’t worry about all this now. Anyhow, it makes choosing my Best Man a whole lot easier.”



“Well shit, Devin, thanks!” He took a drag off his cigar and exhaled with an I’m-up-to-something smile. “Well now I’m really glad I silenced myself back inside.”



“Come on fucker, out with it!”



“If you really gotta know, I was going to suggest we swap score-cards for the night.” He immediately broke into laughter.



“Swap score-cards?”



“Girlfriends!”



“Ah, got it!”



“I was just bullshitting, you know.”



“Yeah, I got it.”



“We were both bullshitting about our girls, right?”



I laughed a cloud of smoke. Every guy Mia met had a crush on her, and hearing Paul repeatedly stress he was only bullshitting lead me to believe he was at least horny for her.



Mia’s a beauty. Her red hair hangs straight for a few inches and then turns into big looping curls that circle her head like the brim of a hat. She almost always hooks them behind her ears or ties them up into a springy ponytail, which I prefer because it showcases her elfish cheekbones and roundish forehead. She also has twinkling green eyes set into very shallow eye sockets, granting her a look I lovingly refer to as “Irish Exotic”. At five-seven she isn’t really short, but Mia has a long svelte neck, lowering her shoulder line and granting her a more petite body. Thankfully her slender ribcage and narrow tummy help maintain an elegant length to her proportions and make her smaller tits look substantial. They also help launch the gorgeous curves bowing around her hips and ass before they dramatically taper down her long shapely legs. Mia avoids make-up and sexier clothing, going for a natural sunnier look and allowing her God-given beauty to stand on its own.



But what really stole my heart was her spirited attitude. Her mission in life appeared to be waking mankind from a state of depression, with an arsenal of fun, fearlessness, and a total love of adventure. A few have referred to Mia as an attention whore, but time with her always amounted to one memorable moment after the next, and its a criticism made by bores and fueled with envy.



Paul, on the contrary, came off as an incredibly tactile guy, a trait typically at odds with Mia’s spontaneity. Just that afternoon he’d led us twenty miles on mountain-bikes to a place called The Gorge, and about three miles out, Mia diverted us towards the remains of a burned out house. She searched the aged debris strewn over the old slab foundation, determined to find a lost belonging to reveal the lives of those who lived there. We were free to leave when I discovered an old picture frame in the bushes, which she held like some mystic channeling the past. By then no one seemed too interested in reaching The Gorge, and I could tell Paul was a bit annoyed his day had been derailed.



I also suspected he despised women he couldn’t control, which is why it really surprised me to discover he’d go for Mia. And as Paul and I smoked down our cigars, I felt surging pride knowing that this man, who probably carried more debt than the government in his pursuit of the finest pleasures in life, desired my girlfriend. In fact, he desired her so bad he’d have me fuck his girl in trade.



I needed to hear more, my buzzed ego demanded it, and I baited him by suggesting he let me have one final night as a free man, and stuff Emily’s cannoli full of some sausage.



He tapped the ashes from his cigar. “You couldn’t handle Emily, my friend. She’s one hell of a nasty girl.”



“I don’t know about that, I think Mia’s prepared me for anything.”



“Yeah, I can only imagine she’s a pretty wild lay. But if you let me snake her plumbing I’ll make an experienced woman out of her. I’ll give you back a pretty girlfriend who knows more positions than a Rubik’s Cube.”



We split a gut laughing, and kept on ‘bullshitting’, until suddenly we weren’t bullshitting anymore. He suggested we get the girls drunk and really swap, and if I’d been sober I would’ve flat out said no, but instead I used Mia as my excuse, saying she wouldn’t go for it.



“I have a pretty good idea how Mia’s wired.” He tapped more ashes over the porch railing. “She’ll go along with it just to spite us. She’s a feisty one, man, she’d turn it around just to knock us down a peg. Am I right?”



It amazed me he thought he knew her so well. “That’s a stretch, man.”



“Come on,” he persisted, “You complained she’s always putting herself at the mercy of strangers for the sake of adventure, so put her at the mercy of a friend instead.”



“I said she’s too trusting of strangers.”



“How’s that any different? Listen, Emily does these exercises called Kegals. Let me tell you, you haven’t ever felt anything like a Kegal tightened pussy. It’s almost as good as this.” He then displayed his glass before his face



“Almost?”



“Hey, this is really good Cognac!”



The thought of Emily’s tight pussy made his proposition very enticing, and after returning inside, Paul saw to it their mugs of mulled wine never went dry.



Eventually the girls were ready to call it a night and we headed off to bed. Mia had reached her giggly level of drunkenness. She’d agree to almost anything in that state, and as I shut the pine slated door to our bedroom, I searched for a way to broach the subject. Before I could, however, we climbed into bed and immediately began to fool around, and then it seemed impossible. I kissed her gently and let my hands roam up to her tits and my tongue wind down her neck. She has lovely youthful tits, just big enough to feel some heft as I held one, and to swell outwards as I squeezed. Her nipples are tiny, and because of this I tend to treat them delicately. I don’t know why, other than they just seem so perfectly perched on top of her boob and I hate disturbing them. I rolled one gently between my lips, sucking no harder than I would hot soup.



Because she has a voice like Fiona Apple and a presence bigger than a house, I tend to forget her smaller size until I actually touch her, and then it just amazes me a one-twenty-pound creature can drive a six-foot one-eighty guy utterly helpless with desire.



She began to hum, and so I spread her legs, deciding I’d really give her something to hum about. My mouth found her exposed and wet. My thumb rubbed the little patch of bush above it. She didn’t grow much pubic hair to begin with, and waxed those fine hairs into a narrow landing strip. As I tongued her with increasing intensely, her humming progressed into soft moans. The sound she made was so utterly cute and sexy I almost forgot I’d soon need to abandon her. But some ‘strange’ waited in the other bedroom, and Paul would soon be here between Mia’s legs.



Weirdly enough, I wanted Paul to have her––I wanted him to know what a great fuck she could be. I wanted him to be there at my wedding, envying me for landing such a juicy hot fuck.



I lifted my mouth from Mia’s drenched labia, and asked how badly she wanted it.



“Very!” she moaned.



I slipped two fingers inside her and began to frig her little bunny hole.



As feisty as she was, she let me direct all her wild energy during sex, so I took her hand and replaced mine with hers. She took over pleasuring herself as I kissed her delicate nipples. I couldn’t see in the darkness, but the sounds of wet smacking flesh painted a vivid picture of her digging in two-knuckles-deep.



“Could you ever see yourself fucking Paul?”



The sound of her wet smacking pussy ceased. “Fucking Paul?”



“Yeah, Paul.”



In an effort to ease any suspicions I might have, she laughed. “Paul’s a little too into himself. That doesn’t really do it for me.”



“Yeah, but Mitch was never your type.”



True, he wasn’t.”



She spoke carefully now, trying to piece together where I might be headed with this. It may have been a mistake mentioning Mitch’s name, but before growing fed up with chasing down the flighty, flakey, surfer dude, they’d had a hot and heavy couple of weeks dating.



“So I’m just wondering if you think Paul’s looks are anywhere near Mitch’s. You know, attractive enough to take to bed?”



I found her fingers, licked them clean and returned them to her wet pussy. She compliantly resumed business, and the room again filled with sounds of her wet pussy being pleasured.



“I suppose he’s handsome. If I found him in my bed, I probably wouldn’t kick him out.”



Her sudden change of heart led me to believe she’d figured out the entirety of our plan, and did exactly what Paul said she’d do––acted into it just to spite me!



“So if he walked through the door while I was gone…”



Her fingers quickened and she moaned. “I’d keep him very warm.”



“Good!”



“And I suppose you plan to keep Emily very warm?”



I suddenly found myself having to choose words carefully. “That’s the plan. This is one hell of an adventure, babe. It’s a real chance to wander into the dark woods, naked and free.”



“Into the woods where a big bad wolf is waiting for me!”



The sound in the room grew louder, wetter, and faster than before. God she was fucking hot. I muttered that I loved her, and then rushed out the door while I still could.



I met Paul in the dark living room and we flashed each other our square flat condom packages. He quietly boasted what serious balls we had, and we softly hi-fived before continuing on our separate ways.



As soon as I stepped inside, Emily spoke, telling me to hurry up and get into bed. The sound of her voice was strange and startling. She slurred her words and her throat crackled seductively. Not knowing what to say, I charged the bed and dove onto the bottom half, then quickly cuddled up next to her and unleashed my hands over her body. I trembled nervously, but once my mouth found a nipple to suck on, my fear transformed into need. I recalled the sight of those beauties earlier, the sides visible from the loose tank top, and now those globes of squishy fun were in my hands as I sucked back and forth between nipples. Unbelievable!



She seemed as cool as a marble statue about the arrangement, yet her body burned at the touch of my hands. It helped me grow bolder and hornier by the second, and I descended onto her pussy with a hungry mouth. My tongue made its way into her wishing well and instantly became a conduit between more than just flesh. Her pussy exploded with heat and secreted fluid like a sponge in vice grips. I tasted her, much like Paul’s pricey Cognac, and that little slurp of her soul would remain in my catalogue of worldly pleasures forever.



Minutes later we fucked. I could tell she was tired, but I had to come inside her. We spooned as I slowly pushed my cockhead in, and she moaned a guttural, “uh!” Wasting no time, I soon pounded her in that position. My dick wasn’t just inside her, it fucked her tight little cooch righteously. I lifted her leg up and placed my hand alongside the action. Using my palm, I tugged the skin away, opening her wider.



She moaned in her crackly drunken voice as I pumped that stretched open pussy hard for several minutes. Even stretched open, her pussy gripped me as tight as Paul claimed it would, and I concentrated on that fact to help bring myself off. After a crescendo of fuck-me’s, she began to quiet down, and I realized she might be passing out, so I hastened my pace and headed towards climax like a dog on a fox hunt.



It was a short fuck, but it left me remarkably satisfied. I mean, when you’re with someone for the first time, there’s a tendency to hold back and keep to the basics, since you never quite know what she’ll consider obscene, and while technically you might have fucked the girl, you can’t really say you’ve had her––I mean, you’ve barely backed the car out of the garage and broke first gear, right?. Well I at least got Emily out for a perfect lap, during which time she was well and proper fucked. I’d had her, and felt very great about it in my afterglow.

She went out fast without so much as a word, and I skedaddled into the living room. Moonlight streamed in from the large front windows and the fireplace glowed with a few persistent embers, radiating just enough light to reveal the room was empty. The rain had ceased, and I heard them from the other bedroom––a haunting wail that chilled my bones. And then I couldn’t not hear them, as their activities must’ve escalated to a point requiring grunts and yelps.



I sat on the couch and pulled the knitted blanket over me, wondering how long I’d be there. Mia’s husky coo grew louder and more frantic



Paul kept quiet, but his presence was revealed by a loud slap cutting through the house and making Mia chirp. More followed, and then two distinct slapping sounds, the second popping off rapidly and producing a meaty thud, and surely do to his hips slamming her ass with brazen authority.



The tempo quickly picked up. Thud, thud, thud, slap!



I sat listening to them for quite some time, maybe ten minutes, feeling proud, then jealous, and finally horny enough to whip out my dick and masturbate along with Mia’s moaning and Pual’s ass tenderizing rebuttal.



Eventually they settled down, and as Paul came through the door, I could see him smiling in the moonlight.



“Sorry Devon, your girlfriend was apparently very in the mood.”



I laughed, and said he was right about Emily, her puss was fucking-ay-tight. Then he wavered on his previous opinion, and acknowledged Mia’s little cooch had to be on par with Emily’s. “Man, don’t ever let a pussy like that slip away from you. As long as you can put up with her feisty-girl shit, she’s gonna serve up her wifely duties spicy-hot.”



He gave me a hand getting up from the couch, and then Paul, who I’d always considered an amazingly particular human being, confided his envy over my choice for a bride.



When I finally slipped in next to Mia for the night, she stared out the cabin window, where stars pricked pinholes into the smooth ultramarine sky and the forest beneath stood tall and black.



“Did you two have fun?”



“Fun enough. I won’t bother asking you, because I heard your fun.”



“Ha! Well it was fun, except for the part where he kept trying to stick it somewhere I wasn’t ready for.”



I laughed. “Where?”



Where do you think? I finally told him he was too big and I didn’t do that on first dates. Your friend has a really big dick––just in case you were wondering.”



“Oh, is that so! Well, rumor has it––Emily had some rather large cock tonight herself.”



“Oh, is that so!”



“You’re not jealous, are you?”



“No, I’m not jealous, but you’re telling me you aren’t?”



“No, actually, I’m not.”



Hmmm!”



“I see guys check you out all the time, eating up how hot you are, and I feel pretty proud about it. What just happened––I think I sort of feel the same way!”



Proud, huh?



“That’s right!”



“You’re weird!”



I hit her with my pillow, and then we snuggled up laughing and fell asleep.



I wasn’t sure how I felt about things when I awoke sober in the morning. Peering up at the blue sky through the rippled glass window, buried under a heavy blanket, since Mia had me turn off the heater in the middle of the night to prevent her skin from drying out, I thought back to my late teens and early twenties, when this type of thing was practically common place.



Paul was something else back then. He, Mitch and I were good looking enough, I suppose, and we were these cool semi-stoners and fulltime surfers. At school we wandered the edges, looking a little rougher than we probably were, but were well known at parties and on the cool patch of sand next to the Santa Monica pier. Paul had mediocre surfing skills, but he was our charmer. He could reason with anyone, college kids, cops, gangsters. He’d get us into parties, out of jail, and he’d charm the pants off a girl like nobody I’d ever met. He had class and was for real, and I haven’t met anyone like him since.



Mitch was a blonde six-one surfer built of lean tan muscle. He spent the day in swim trunks and the night in a Mexican poncho. His energy was endless and love of the beach unreal. Even now he works in scuba gear under docked boats at the Marina, grinding barnacles from their hull. He always got us into trouble, yet did it with a no-bullshit innocence that made it hard to blame the guy. In fact, the girl’s typically coerced him into doing the nasty. Diana, this black chick, once pushed him into his van and said she was going to undress him like a doll. Beyond that, however, no chick could seriously pin him down. He’d rant about blowing out of town. He’d throw up his hands when asked what time he could be expected. He was always high.



I fell somewhere in the middle. I was definitely shy like Mitch, but I was also too sharp to balance out my irresponsibility with innocence and made a lousy boy-toy. Thankfully I had a pretty good smile to fall back on. I also claimed to understand the ‘poetry of a woman’s mind’ like some teenage guru, and young chicks love nothing more than to hear about themselves.



Paul always invited too many girls to join us at the beach, which is what made it possible for us to mix it up. I had very few serious relationships until I hit my twenties, and the girls frequently rotated between our beach towels. Eventually Paul openly set us up with his recent lays so we could experience something like a blow-job by Nikki Malone’s pieced tongue. It would’ve seemed a dickish thing to do, except that Paul didn’t just share women, he wanted us to partake in everything he had, shoes, boards, pants, you name it. His weed was king of all chronic and he passed it around freely at parties. And he cherished these women, they were all special to him, and he lived for reaching new pinnacles of pleasure. Hell, he probably appreciated what they had to offer more than any boyfriend since. So I don’t know––it all seemed like young harmless fun at the time.



After her night with Paul at the cabin, Mia had been officially passed between the three of us, and I had to decide if it still felt as harmless. But as the day progressed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off either one of the girls, and I realized everything was fine, I had no regrets, in fact quite the opposite. When I asked Mia, she confirmed she pretty much felt the same, and I jokingly called her weird.



***




That Fall Mia and I married on the terrace of Casa Romantica. The reception took place inside the nearby Flynn Ballroom, where Mia flowed across a marble floor in her long white dress, as I ushered her from table to table. Relatives and friends congratulated us with big toothy smiles, and cameras flashed if we did anything nearing cute.



After dinner, cake, a garter toss, and lots and lots of alcohol, the twenties and thirties crowd migrated towards the DJ and his dance floor. Mia and I were drunk and everyone had to dance with the bride and groom. Then I saw Paul nudging Mitch towards the DJ’s mic and found myself extremely anxious to know why.



“Hi everyone, I’m Mitch. But most of you know me as Mia’s favorite friend.”



A few people laughed and he became a little more at ease. He scratched the back of his neck. “Did you guys know Mia kidnapped Devin on their first date?”



People laughed again, but I felt Mia’s fingernails digging into my hand. She’d agreed Mitch could attend our wedding, which I took as a sign she’d forgiven and forgotten, but her message was clear––get the dick off the stage or else. I let go of Mia and moved towards the mic, wondering how to politely flip it off before Mitch ruined any chance of us being friends again. Mia had kidnapped me, he wasn’t lying, but she was dating Mitch at the time, and that’s where it got complicated––more complicated than our wedding night could tolerate.



Less than two years before we married, Mitch had stumbled upon Mia working the counter in the Ford Service Department, and as he sat there observing her twenty-one-year-old manic mannerisms and punchy sense of humor, he decided to follow her back to her place for a feisty night in the sack.



They lasted three weeks together, and then Mia turned up in Tom’s Tavern on Barrington, where Mitch, Paul and I were pre-celebrating Paul’s twenty-ninth birthday. Mitch saw her looking around and told me to go intercept. He expected me to say he’d lost her number, but nobody loses a number after three weeks. Before I could argue it with him, however, he slipped out the side door and into the parking lot. Mia quickly found me and immediately barked, “Where’s Dufus?”



Next thing I know, she’s pulling on my arm and leading me to her car for a private conversation. Then she’s pulling out of the parking lot and flipping open her phone. She left a message for ‘Dufus’, saying she’d kidnapped his friend, and if he ever wanted to see me again, he’d better call. Then she entered the 405 Freeway and started to let loose.



“What is wrong with Mitch? I mean, the guy throws around the word ‘love’, and then doesn’t show up at my birthday party, and then I don’t even hear from him for two days. And then I find out it’s because he drove up the coast and got a flat trying to drive his van up a deer trail in the canyons. And then, he walks to a friend’s house in Malibu and stays a day. Never once did it occur to him to call. And he missed a job, Devin. And when I told him he can’t possibly ‘love me’ and treat me like that, he starts saying he totally loves me––and he loves dolphins, and he loves the wind, and kids, and carrots.”



As she continued, I privately read a text Mitch had sent. It read, “You’re up!” He knew I had a crush on Mia. Partially because I stood up for her if he ever complained, but mostly because I constantly stared at her like a love sick puppy.



“What’s wrong with him, Devin? Does he even know what he’s saying half the time? And if he doesn’t want me, he needs to tell me so, not pull a disappearing act! I deserve that much. I’m not even getting anything out of this. I’m always the one going out of my way. He’s getting sex with a cute girl, help with his life, and I even cleaned his apartment. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t wake up with sand on me one more time, so I did. If all he was interested in was sex, then he needs to come here and say it! He needs to tell me that’s all I was to him, a great fuck!”



We’d parked on a windy road above Sherman Oaks, and I hesitantly let her in on Mitch’s text, which caused her to flip-out all over again.



“I’ve never let a guy use me before, and I totally can’t believe I fell for it. And with Mitch! I mean, what’s his IQ? How stupid am I that I let man-boy take advantage of me?”



I brushed a tear from her cheek. “Will it make you feel any better to have a guy with an IQ of one-twenty-eight take of advantage of you?”



She laughed, unable to believe what I’d just said.



She then grew a very proud-of-herself smile and wiped her eyes dry. “Actually, it probably would make me feel better. I think I might be intelligence starved.”



Of course Mitch wasn’t going to show, we both knew it, but she held me hostage under the stars for two more hours, anyway. Mia was the most vibrant woman I’d ever known, and as we stood on the hillside next to her Corolla, sweaty and naked, overlooking the billion lights blanketing the valley floor, I confessed, “I like dolphins and wind and all that, but none of it compares to you.”



Mia and I blossomed as lovers, but it didn’t excuse Mitch for the way he’d treated her. For nearly two years she held onto a grudge, and certainly wasn’t ready for a trek down memory lane during our wedding reception. So, as he spoke on stage, I quickly eased my way towards the DJ area, trying not to look concerned about the collapse of my wedding.



“I was supposed to bring the ransom the night she kidnapped him. I’m not going to say what the ransom was, because it’s probably inappropriate.”



A couple people read into it and laughed. Mitch then realized how it sounded and smiled. “No, no. What’s wrong with you people, we’re at a wedding? Like I didn’t bring the not-what-your-thinking ransom, because I knew being kidnapped made Devin happy.”



I slowed my pace a little, becoming curious where this headed.



“Devin was like totally Mia crushin’. And like, I’d get them out with me and then bolt, because they were so Bonnie and Clyde together. Paul knows what I’m talking about. Anyhow, I know you hate me, Mia, but if you’d given me a second chance back then––well, I still would’ve stepped aside at let the better man win.”



I’d reached him at that point, and as people applauded, I grabbed his arm and dragged him from the mic. I took him straight to Mia, and then grabbed her wrist and led them both to the dance floor.



The magic at our wedding was incredible, and as the three of us stood there, I said, “Mitch, I love you, man. And Mia, it would mean a lot to me if you could get over it and dance one song with Mitch. For me, guys!”



Mia was nervous, I’d really put her on the spot, but there just wasn’t a place for any anger in our hearts that night, and so she took Mitch’s hand and they danced to No Doubt’s, Don’t Speak.



Almost immediately they laughed and talked, not appearing forced into the situation at all. At one point, Mia hugged him tight and came away with tears in her eyes. I later learned she’d confessed to forbidding him as Best Man, and then apologized profusely, crying into his shoulder.



Most of our friends knew the score, and so their dance garnered more than a few interested stares. Paul actually stopped dancing with his new girlfriend, Presley, and applauded them. Mia laughed cutely, and then gave Paul a huge hug, with Mitch’s hand still at her waist. For an instant, I was reminded both these guys had fucked her, but I wasn’t about to entertain that thought at my wedding, and I shook it straight out of my head. And proud––proud is how I really felt. They were the only other two guys in the room who knew the entirety of what I had to be so proud of.



Then I noticed Presley, Paul’s new girlfriend, gritting her teeth and refusing to look at them. What the fuck? She appeared jealous, but over what–our one time swap at the cabin? I studied her face again. Not jealousy––judgment! She was actually looking down upon my bride as she stood between two ex-lovers. My suspicions were absolutely unfounded, other than Presley just reeked of the sort who’d latch onto dirty gossip as a means of taking down the competition. I stopped myself from thinking about it further. Presley didn’t matter, I was now married to a beautiful woman and it looked like I had my friend back, and nothing could surmount the wall of love encasing me that night.



Our wedding wound down shortly after their dance, and during that time Mia remained cordial towards Mitch. I can’t really explain my happiness over it. I had two genuine life-long friends, and the most beautiful bride in the world, and a man couldn’t ask for more than that.



***




Six months after the wedding, Mia and I met up with Paul and Presley for dinner in Downtown LA. It’s not easy getting Downtown, but Paul insisted we try ‘the best sushi house in So-Cal’. We hadn’t talked much, partly because I’d been enjoying the life of a newly wed, but mainly due to all the hours I’d spent relocating my landscaping business to a larger lot in Torrance. It hadn’t been entirely my fault, however, because Paul had cut his teeth on cases, and was well on his way to being one of the law firm’s hardest working and hardest hitting lawyers.



After eating, the four of us took a short walk to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, where we sat beside the fountain arrangement in the courtyard. A light beamed up through each jet of water, creating rows of golden glass feathers. It was beautiful, but made me urn for the rhythmic roar of the Pacific, something I rarely heard anymore.



At dinner Presley flaunted her engagement ring, and now sat beside Mia to pick her brains on wedding details. Paul pulled me aside and explained he was leaning towards Mitch as a Best Man. He’d decided the only fair thing to do was rotate, and I’d be Mitch’s Best Man in the unlikely event Mitch ever settled down. It made sense, but I was only half listening. Mostly I eavesdropped on the girl’s conversation, because I had the horrible feeling they’d turn on each other at any moment.



Presley asked Mia what she’d thought of Emily, Paul’s ex-girlfriend, but never gave Mia a chance to answer. “I’ll be honest, he had a picture of Emily he’d labeled ‘Virginia Slim’.” Her eyes rolled upwards in disgust. “When I saw her and then he explained what Virginia Slim meant, I swear I made him get tested for STDs.”



Virginia Slim?” Mia burst out laughing, “Paul, what the hell is a Virginia Slim?”



“Mia don’t!” Presley yelped, “And don’t you dare answer, Paul!”



I couldn’t help laughing myself, mainly at Paul being put on the spot. I fielded the question for him. “Every woman falls into a category. If she has an exceptionally tight pussy, she’s a Virginia Slim.” I turned to Paul. “Sound about right?”



“Pretty much.” His monotone voice highlighted his concern over Presley’s discomfort.



Mia’s excitement wasn’t so much outrage as fascination. “That’s the most machismo, womanizing thing I’ve ever heard!”



“Well,” Paul exhaled, “It is what it is.”



Presley straightened her dress, seeming totally uncomfortable.



Mia’s green eyes then shot open wide. “So, like when you all get together and sit around drinking beers during your man outings, do you all say,” she acquired a deep mocking voice, “That Mia’s a real Virgina Slim.”



Paul stood up and stepped towards Presley, being the first of us to understand she’d legitimately grown upset by this conversation. This was obviously a sore spot in their relationship, and he appeared thoroughly annoyed by Mia’s persistence. “You no doubt are deserving of the title, but no, we don’t.” His voice was flat, yet there was no missing the irritated undertones.



“Good!”



“But it’s only because Mitch initially informed us of an even finer quality to your being. He declared you as the most Killer Kind Bud he’s ever scored. And since I know you’re wondering what that is, let me explain––it means fucking your asshole is up there with driving a Lamborghini Diablo on the Col de Torini.”



“Enough, Paul!” I shouted, but he was too irritated to listen. Clearly he blamed Mia for upsetting Presley, and he wasn’t quite finished with her yet.



“But while I can vouch for the fact that your Virginia Slim flows plentiful and can take an tremendously tough tapping with all the prowess of an Olympic gymnast, you’re rosy little backdoor never opened, even when I politely knocked.” He then winked at her, which proved more debasing than anything he’d said.



“Oh my god, you are such a…” She could hardly speak, her spotlight glare on Paul turned deadly, and I grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly away.



Paul helped Presley up and into his arms. Her face glowed red. “You promised, Paul!”



“You brought it up, and she asked, so…”



I rushed Mia out of there. Paul could go fuck himself. Where’d he get off talking vulgar about Mia like she was some pricy Cognac, and acting like she’d performed a disservice by not letting him sample her asshole? He was way out of line with that. No, that wasn’t entirely true. Because prior to that night I would have felt proud to hear her charms considered praise worthy by Paul, but that’s only because extraordinary sex dignified woman in his eyes, and inspired him. But he’d changed. He was going to marry Presley and all the standards she came with. His past couldn’t coexist with her. So where did that leave Mia and me? I’m pretty sure I’d seen the answer in his eyes before he walked away. And that’s really why Paul could go fuck himself.

***




On a particularly warm fall afternoon, nearly half a year since I’d last spoken to Paul, I pleasured my wife cowgirl style on our avocado living room sofa, when suddenly a knock shook our front door, startling us enough to gasp in unison. It sounded again, and Mia rose off me, threw on her long tee shirt, and cracked the door just enough to greet our badly timed visitor. A few days earlier, Mia surprised me by dying her hair bright pink, and I heard Mitch’s voice comment from the other side of the door, “Whoa! What’s up with your hair? You’ve gone full-on Anime!” I hurriedly dressed, as Mia closed the door on him and snapped her fingers for her panties. They’d been discarded on the floor, so I tossed them with my toe while pulling on my own shirt. Her long tee hid her panties, providing enough modesty for Mitch, and so she let him in.



He sat on the couch, where only a minute earlier I’d ruthlessly banged Mia. I took a seat in the chair opposite him, while Mia grabbed a hair tie and pulled her pink curls into a high ponytail. With her arms raised, the bottom half of her yellow panties came into view. There wasn’t a chance Mitch missed it, and it didn’t take an Einstein to figure out what we were up to before he arrived.



Mia flopped on the couch beside him, dropping her legs over his lap.



He’d already apologized for the surprise visit, and as he shook his hair around in a troubling way, I asked him what was up.



“Nothing major. But I think you might be right about Paul.”



“About what?”



“He’s kind of an asshole.”



“Uh-oh!” Mia tried to pinch his knee with her toes. “What are you boys fighting about now?”



I tossed a little cushion I’d held over my lap, and it bounced off her head. Her cheeks were flush, an indicator her arousal hadn’t completely cooled, and a reminder my dick just moments ago rammed her little precious asshole. I probably looked much the same, and found it hard to concentrate as Mitch explained his situation with Paul.



Over beers, Paul tried to coax Mitch into a five year plan for expanding his hull cleaning business and hiring some help. Apparently Paul’s recent rise at the firm meant dealing with clients wealthy enough to own yachts, and he felt he could line up a huge customer base. But Mitch dreaded being a boss or spending time behind a desk, and wasn’t interested in planning anything past his next trip to Baja. Then Paul exploded. He reminded Mitch how he’d helped set up the business, which is true, and that he could legally claim a percentage of it, and thus turn it around whether Mitch liked it or not.



I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. “He’s not interested in your business, Mitch. He’s not taking it. Seriously, don’t worry about Paul.”



“I never thought he’d actually take it. I just wanna know why he suddenly started tripping so hard.”



“The guy’s obviously not as happy with his success as he hoped, and wants to drag you down with him. Like I keep saying, Paul can go fuck himself.”



Mia shifted her butt, coming to rest on her side with her head propped on her arm. “You need to not keep saying that. He needs you two right now, but he’s too proud to admit it, so he just gets mad.”



She’d adopted a boys-will-be-boys attitude regarding the extremely sexist remark Paul made the last time we saw him, and had recently asked several times if I’d planned on staying mad at Paul forever, as if I was being childishly stubborn about it. It surprised me she could forgive Paul so quickly, especially considering how long she’d held a grudge against Mitch. But I think the fact I’d become so intensely angry made it easier for her to back away from it. And she was right––Paul’s only means of letting people know something’s wrong, is to act like a dick until they figure it out on their own. That’s partly why Mia’s directness bothered him.



Mitch tickled her foot. “What would Paul need from me? The dude has everything.” He tickled her foot again, as if it might help jog her brain for an answer.



Mia’s extremely ticklish, and slid off the couch. She then got up and walked towards the kitchen. “You guys are his friends, and you are his friends, so you need to figure it out.”



When she slid off the couch, it lifted up her shirt and it became slightly tucked into the waist of her underwear, allowing us to glimpse her panty covered ass. Across the seat of her panties, written in bold Letterman print, arched the word “Porsche.” We’d come to laugh about Paul comparing Mia’s ass with a Lamborghini, and I found the underwear as joke.



Mitch turned to me, grinning. “Better buckle up, Andretti!”



I laughed, and then called him an asshole.



“Bro, you totally owe me for introducing you to that.”



“I owe you a knock on the jaw for being such an asshole.”



“So, is senorita Porsche giving us the Dr. Phil on Paul or what? Does our boy need us?”



“Paul probably just needs to get laid. I guarantee that bitch he’s about to marry is straight up vanilla.”



“Purty Presley’s totally given sweet muffins, bro.”



“Sweet, but not spicy.”



“You gonna toss him the keys to your Porsche then?”



“Fuck are you ever a big, hairy, sandy asshole.”



***




Two weeks later we drove Mitch’s van to Paul’s cabin, just two guys and a case of Dogfish Head beer. We’d eaten dinner at a roadhouse and planned on a trip for groceries in the morning. We arrived before Paul, and an hour later, we wondered if it would only be the two of us. Then he pulled up in his Land Rover, with barely so much as a word. He was in his same funk, but he came, and that alone meant something. He hurled his suitcase through his bedroom doorway, and then went straight for the liquor cabinet. He didn’t fuck around, and poured a snifter of Cognac––the good stuff––the unknown French family’s humble but priceless heirloom. Paul knocked it back so fast I doubt it touched his tongue, and then he joined us around the sitting area for a beer.



I’d climbed into the van that afternoon committed to the notion Paul would need to make the first move, but I couldn’t take staring at his miserable face and finally asked if he and Presley set a date for their wedding.



“We did. It’s never!”



That I hadn’t expected, and all I could think to say, was sorry.



“Presley’s the perfect lawyer’s wife, but… Well, you ever been around someone who makes you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Fuck it!”



He stood, gave Mitch and me a foggy glance, and strode to his room, beer in tow.



Mitch sat in the recliner and leaned forward towards me, and then quietly asked if Mia knew Paul and Presley had gone kaput. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.



Mia had planned the entire weekend for us. She got Paul on the phone and convinced him to go. She did it without my knowledge or consent, and later that week, she told me over dinner to not make plans for the weekend and take Monday off. I didn’t have the slightest clue what was going on. That Saturday, she packed a bag for me and then Mitch showed up in his van around noon, just as she said he would. If she had known about Paul and Presley’s break up, I really wished she would’ve told me before I climbed in the van.



While her intentions were good, I realized by morning the trip was a mistake. Around eight I phoned her on the landline in my bedroom, since cell signals were non existent that far into the woods. Turned out she had known about Presley. I then explained how it feels when a guy has all his ducks in a row, as Paul did, and then loses his girl and all the plans they’d made. The last people he wants to see are the one’s who called him out for acting so high and mighty. That’s just a recipe for getting mad, mad, and madder. She reminded me Paul hadn’t been forced to come, and I had to give her that. She still apologized for not telling me, and in return I acted a bit like a dick and grumpy over being stuck there. That’s when she volunteered to drive up and fetch me, and I could treat her to a bed and breakfast in the wine country. It sounded unbelievably great, and just knowing she was coming boosted my spirits.



Paul napped most of the afternoon, while Mitch and I ran through the woods howling like animals. That part was actually fun! I ended up telling Mitch Mia was arriving later. He wasn’t real happy about being left with the gloomy bastard, but admitted he’d do the same. We returned to find Paul on the porch and he wondered why the fuck he’d heard elephants and monkeys in the woods. A moment later he blurted out, “If I could just treat a whore like a whore, I might be able to keep a wife who isn’t one.”



“The more you talk, Paul, the more it sounds like Presley just didn’t do it for you. You’re never going to fit in a country-club life style, not the Paul I know.”



“Maybe! But I’d love to fuck her one last time. I’d teach her the ways, man. I’d show no mercy. I’d love to punish that pretentious snatch.”



That had to be the darkest thing I’d ever heard Paul say. The gap between his worlds had unleashed a demon in him, and I had no idea how to respond.



Mitch did, however. “Yeah, I know how that is.” He grinned at me stupid as he spoke, and I knew a joke was coming at my expense. “I wanted to give Mia one of those after we went splitzky.” He then smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Wait a minute! What am I saying? I did nothing but punish that chick’s snatch.”



He bolted back into the woods with me after him, and Paul laughed hysterically from the porch.



About an hour later, Mia rolled up in our Lexus RX-10. She jumped out, her face hidden by big red sunglasses, and body barely hidden by a pink and chocolate, rib-high tank top and a very short, navy-blue skirt. She was glad to be out of the car and totally hyper. Mitch was asked to grab the ice-chest from the back, and I carried in her bag. Forgetting how cold mountain evenings could be, she put on the flannel shirt Mitch left hanging over the porch railing. It fit her like a raincoat, and she rolled the big sleeves high up over her tiny elbows.



I finally cornered Mia while she brushed her teeth, and asked if she’d be ready to head out soon. But after seven straight hours in the car, she’d figured on spending a little time cooking a small dinner for everyone and leave shortly after that. She’d already picked up some fish, vegetables and a few other things in Sacramento, and proceeded to take over the kitchen for the next hour. Only a few times a year will my vegetarian wife allow herself to eat fish, so I knew it would be an extra special meal. It smelled fucking great, especially considering I’d eaten nothing but Cheerios and a plain baloney sandwich.



Her twenty-four-year-old energy permeated the cabin, and electrified Mitch and I into walking along the porch railings from one side to the other without holding onto the top roof beam. With the fish in the oven, Mia took a break and attempted it with us. The setting sun behind the tall pines turned her pink hair bright red, and she looked gorgeous standing up there. Being several inches shorter than us gave her an advantage, she didn’t have to tilt her head to keep from bumping the roof beam, and she actually balanced across the entire stretch, which made Mitch and I more determined than ever to succeed.



Her fish came out perfect, and we ate at the table like a family. Paul had become pleasant, and blathered on about a fishing trip in Cabo San Lucas. We just needed a pretty face to wake us up, and there could be no prettier face than Mia’s. She and I discussed staying at the cabin, since eight-o-clock had crept up on us and we wouldn’t reach the wine country for another several hours, making the trip rather pointless. Once we’d agreed to stay, she produced a bottle of Cuervo and insisted we all toast to a lifelong friendship.



It had dipped into the low forties, so Mitch carried in a few logs and built us a nice tall fire. Soon we had ourselves a toasty cabin, and that enticed Mia to remove the huge flannel shirt, leaving her in the skimpy outfit she’d arrived in. Between her low-riding, short skirt and a half-length tank-top was a long, snaking hourglass of tone flesh. She looked way too fucking hot not to stare. Her skirt teetered awesomely with her hips, and the skimpy tank top did nothing to prevent the slight jiggle of her titties. Paul clammed up at the sight of her, not the reaction I’d expected at all.



She finally sat on the couch-back with her legs over my shoulders, rubbing my neck and head as I methodically squeezed her little tootsies in my lap. She registered a little drunk, and leaned her head against mine to whisper. “I have a naughty confession to make. I made a bad promise. Don’t be mad, but in order to get Paul out here, I had to agree to something.”



“Yeah? Like what?”



“Sex! Or actually a very specific kind of sex.”



“You did not tell him he could partake in the Kind Bud, did you.”



She sucked air through her teeth while giving me a guilty smile. I couldn’t help but laugh, and she hit my shoulder. “You’re not helping. I don’t think he was serious, but what do I say if he mentions it?”



Jealousy surprised me like a broken guitar string, and for a moment I saw myself driving away with her before anything else was said––but then the feeling passed as quickly as it came. We’d swung once in the past, so I never gave any reason to believe I’d be upset by this kind of play. I asked her to pour me some tequila, and she did. By the time the gold liquid reached my belly, I’d favored the idea. I preferred her slutty at times, and obviously she did too.



“I hate to say it, babe, but you made your bed, now you gotta fuck in it.”



“I’m being serious, Devin.”



“So just do it, then. You slept with the guy once before, you didn’t exactly complain about it afterwards, and it certainly didn’t hurt our sex-life any.”



“I can’t. We’re married now. What would he think?”



“Look, you’ve slept with every guy in this room––I guarantee they aren’t going to judge your virtue. Although your performance might be up for review.”



She punched me in the shoulder again.



“So you’re telling me you’re cool with some guy doing your wife?”



“No, not some guy––Paul, the guy I’ve shared everything with my entire life.”



“You’re weird.”



This time I punched her gently in the shoulder.



Over the next hour she flirted, but made no progress in seducing Paul towards his bedroom. I even discreetly let Paul know that no matter what happened I was totally cool with it. He gave me a shit eating grin like never before. It was all up to Mia. She was drunk and ready, I could see it in her face, yet she kept hesitating. I’m pretty sure it was me. She’d never be able to step into his bedroom while I was there to see it happen.



Finally she accused Paul of being seriously tense, and had him lay on the buffalo-skin rug in front of the fire. She then sat on his butt and dug her fingers into his bare skin. There was no way not to see it as a mildly erotic act, but she looked too incredibly hot arching over him in the firelight for me to feel anything but excitement. And as her fingers spread across his tone back, she gave Paul a sense of peace Mitch and I could never provide.



Mitch teased he’d been feeling pretty tense lately, and Mia said he’d never been tense in his life.



“What you need is skin-cream. You’re in the sun all the time, and in all that salt water. It’s going to turn you into a sixty-year-old man.”



“Damn, girl! Now I really am tense!”



Paul asked about her pink hair, and she explained, “I guess I just needed to convince myself I could still get away with it. Being a wife can make you feel old sometimes.”



He laughed, “You’re not even twenty-five, silly child.”



“No shit,” I agreed. “But I like my little punker-girl, so don’t change it back just yet.”



As much as I wanted to see this through, I knew I had to leave in order for her to feel comfortable taking the next step. I walked over to her, kissed her sweet lips, and told everyone I was going to pass out. She said she’d be right in, and sounded as if she meant it, but I suspected she’d change her mind once I’d vacated the room.



***




After lying in bed for fifteen minutes without any sign of Mia, I knew something was going down. I heard Paul pour them a tequila from his cabinet, informing them how Mia’s Cuervo might get the job done, but his evokes passion. Shortly after, Paul blurted out to Mitch,, “Five dollars says Mia’s new hair matches the color of her nipples.” Shocked laughter erupted from both Mia and Mitch. But Mia wasn’t the kind of girl to let unsolicited audacity go unanswered, and when I heard the guys howl and crack up, I was certain she’d flashed them her scrumptious titties. I know Paul, and he knew she’d pull something like that in retaliation.



I was hard as a rock, and began stroking my cock to the sound of them. And then I quickly dressed into warm clothes and climbed quietly out the window. I stepped onto the porch, and stood off to the side of the wide front window. I had the perfect view of the living room. I wouldn’t be able to catch the real action in Paul’s bedroom, but I could at least watch the frisky business leading up to it.



Paul escorted her by the hand and sat her on his lap. She then lifted her tiny tank top as he trickled tequila over both her nipples. Christ, was he actually going to do a nipple shot right in front of Mitch? Was she going to let him? To my amazement, he freely sucked her cute, little, tequilla-covered button into his mouth.



Mitch’s head suddenly appeared along side Paul’s, and he proceeded to clean her right breast. The two of them were being extremely thorough in lapping up the tequila. Extremely thorough! In fact, what should have taken a second had stretched into several minutes, with both of them practically engulfing her small pert tits.



Mia let them have at her, until finally she ran her hands through Paul’s straight black hair, and breathlessly said, “No fair guys. You’re getting me way too horny.” She pulled Paul up for a kiss, and Mitch retreated back to the Lazy-Boy. As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Paul squeezed her right tit, which still featured a wet sheen from Mitch’s tonguing.



From where he sat in the Lazy-Boy, Mitch called out, “Yo Mia, one more!”



As she pulled her skimpy top completely off, she also looked over towards Mitch, only to find him holding his dick in his palm as he dribbled tequila along the head. Mitch’s cock had to be eight inches, and it wasn’t even hard. He’d boasted in the past, but I’d never believed it.



“God, Mitch, you’re such a jack-ass!” She grew a wicked look in her eye while sizing up Mitch and his exposed cock, and then, as if solely to torture Mitch for his behavior, she dropped off Paul’s lap, and went for the zipper on his pants. A minute later she bobbed on his cock like a fiend.



His fingers were laced through her hair, encouraging her to swallow more with each downward plunge. “Come on Mia. Do it for me, baby.” With nearly seven-and-half inches lodged into her svelte throat, she noisily struggled to gorge herself on the last damn inch.



Always the funny man, Mitch called out. “Wow Mia, the veggie cops aren’t going to like you putting away all that meat.”



Paul then lifted her head off his cock, and dribbled some tequila down his shaft. He let go of her hair then, and down she went, swallowing a good seven of his eight-and-half inches.



“So I pour tequila on my dick and I’m a jack-ass, but Paul does it and you totally lollypop him.”



She pulled off with a glazed chin, “Sorry Charlie, but nobody asked to see your sad fella.” She then went back to slobbering on Paul’s bad-boy, and motioned with her eyes towards his bedroom. It looked like the show was ending for me, since Paul’s room would be too dark to peek inside.

Mitch stood up and slowly and quietly stepped behind her. He then lifted her skirt, and gave her a hard spank. Mia promptly got up, turned to face him, and pushed him backwards. She pushed him again, and didn’t stop until he was on the buffalo skin rug. She then sat him down and circled him like a predator. Mia can stand up for herself, and knows how to tell a guy off when he’s being too pushy. But without a word, she grabbed his broad shoulders and pulled the big guy onto his back. He didn’t resist, and then she threw her leg over his body, straddling his chest and arms. It appeared she had him pinned, but it also appeared like mighty Mitch could just sit up and affectively toss her off.



“What is it about you that’s so cute?” She poked his cheek. “It’s gotta be those dimples.” She then began to tickle him in little bursts.



“Don’t do it.”



“You don’t have a choice, do you?”



He did, and up he went and off she flew. He then pinned her arms and sat on her naked chest.



“Shit! No Mitch don’t! I’m totally ticklish! You’ll totally make me scream!”



He magically produced a condom from his pants pocket. “Don’t worry, this ain’t gonna tickle. Here, hold it for a sec.” He slipped the package between her teeth. He then stood up and dropped his shorts, while she got up on her elbows and took the condom from her mouth. Mitch towered over her supine body, his cock free and pointing towards her sex like a divining-rod. He dropped to his knees and pulled her short navy-blue skirt down as she lifted her ass. Her undies quickly followed. They were both completely naked as he slowly lay down on top of her, kissing impulsively the instant their lips met. Her arms draped around his neck and he caressed her thigh. After a few minutes of making out, he rolled onto his left side, semi-privately put on the condom, and rolled back. He then raised her legs slightly and moved forward, slipping into Mia.



They quickly gained a steady rhythm, with the firelight tracing their dancing forms. His hand climbed up to her knee, pushing it forwards, towards her chest. Moving his pelvis forward with her knee and his torso upright, he spread her wider, and quickened his thrusts. “You missed my cock, didn’t you?”



“I won’t lie, but it’s the only thing I missed.”



“Always gotta be the stone cold queen, huh?”



They inched their way towards animalistic with pleasure laced groans. I hadn’t expected Mitch to be a part of this, and I probably would’ve been upset about it, except I’d grown unbelievably hard watching them. They were lovers in the past, and I knew she had been genuinely hot for the guy, and no doubt enjoyed herself now. I had to take a step back when I saw my breath beginning to fog the window.



She arched her back and rolled her head, her hips gyrating with increased desperation. Mitch followed their lead, answering her relentless hips with firm bursts of formidable strength. Orgasmic power rocked Mia and ravaged her face and posture.



She then pushed him off and climbed on top. The fire perfectly lit her face, tits and her entire front side, and fell into shadow where their pubic areas met. It artistically revealed her body and face like a model in a fashion mag. Sweat beaded up on her forehead and chest, twinkling in unison with the flickering flames. The moment was so artistically perfect, I could almost imagine words scrolling up beside them, listing the songs included on the Acoustic Guitar for Lovers compilation.



She rode Mitch harder, until the magic moment quickly crept up on him. And as Mia’s big play toy prepared to pop off inside her, she too came like wild animal.



After the fireworks settled down, she leaned forward to cuddle with him, but allowed his whopping cock to slowly soften inside her––keeping it all to herself for as long as she possibly could.



When her eyes opened, Paul stood over her, naked and holding out his hand. She took it, and was led to the Lazy-Boy, where he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Full on penetration was almost instant, and they wasted no time rocking the Lazy-Boy. As their love making continued, all the subtle noises climbed up in intensity––the mussing of hair, skin brushing against leather, wet skin on wet skin, and Mia’s faint sweet moans. Her speaking voice is seductively low and breathy, like someone has cranked up the volume on a whisper––and her moaning the exact opposite, like she’s singing at whisper level, a soft and pleasant sound that travels deep into my bones.



She leaned all the way back as Paul continued to rock his hips powerfully. She now faced the window where I hid, and arched backwards off his lap with her head upside-down and on the floor, I was reminded of a cowboy on a bucking bronco, who’d snapped so far back his head smacked the horse’s ass. And while practically staring right at me, demur excitement tugged at her brows, her lower lip quivered, and her pink hair mopped about the floor.



When she pulled herself back up, the big looping curls tumbled in front of her face and into Paul’s. He did the honors of pushing them back behind her ears.



Soon she began to raise her hips up and down and grind them forwards and back. Paul was feeling like a champ. He grunted once and then didn’t breathe, placing a hand on Mia’s ass and slowing her down. She stopped completely, and they hugged.



He whispered something into her ear, and then forced her knees onto the arm rest, spreading her legs wider and plumping out her ass, full and taut. He then stripped off the condom, and poked a saliva covered finger into her butt. “I’m totally clean, and I gotta do this au naturel, is that OK?” She smiled, and then reached behind herself to gingerly guide his cock towards the Killer Kind Bud. Her eyelids grew heavy, leaving just a stroke of green under the closing lid, and she crackled, “Don’t move! I gotta get used to you.”



“Take all the time you need.”



She didn’t need much, and soon Paul had exactly what he’d wanted, he was ass-fucking Mia. With her knees on the Lazy-Boy armrests, he gripped her creamy ass cheeks so tight they glowed red, and drove her bottom up and down on his rock hard pole. “Oh jeeze, Mia. Mitch didn’t lie, you got some ass on you.”



Her tone ass landed with a solid thud on his thighs, over and over again, as his huge engorged cock disappeared inside it each and every time. Part of me was disappointed to see Paul finally driving anal on Mia. Only because he had the bullshit notion he was entitled to it, and I secretly enjoyed lording it over him. But every thud of her ass announced the spoiled brat was at last indulging in my prized treasure, and Mia was just giving it away, taking his big cock deep and dutifully.



He let go of one cheek to squeeze her perfect, teacup bosom, and then mouthed it with urgent fervor––like it contained the elixir of life and he meant to drink Mia’s tit dry. He spanked her hard and lifted her off, his cock popping out and revealing the tunnel it made inside her. Taking a moment to position her in front of the Lazy-Boy, with her head resting on the seat, he kneeled behind her, and spit several times into her tunnel. His cock then took a quick plunge into her pussy, for more of the au naturel lube, and only then submerged into her asshole again. He fucked like that for several minutes, as she rolled her head across the leather seat and girlishly murmured how wonderful it felt.



His attention sharply focused only on the penetration, truly fascinated by his dick busting in and out of her snug buttery burrow. He brought his feet forward, squatting over her, and angled her down, with her head against the floor and her ass sticking upwards. Being folded at the waist gave her a big stout ass, which she needed, because Paul wasn’t just thrusting into her anymore––from this position his dick had a downwards path, and that meant the weight of his body was being dropped onto Mia’s bum, forcing her cheeks to bulge outwards upon impact with an incredibly loud smack, and to hammer all eight-and-half, fat inches completely inside. Mia grunted each time he landed on her, which only inflamed his malicious assault.



“Oh god, Paul, you’re really giving me one.”



Veins had appeared at his temples, and he could barely speak. “Ooo fuck, I really am.” He moved a little to the left, and began spanking her ass cheeks hard. “Shit, I’d love to give Presley’s some of this.” I could see his legs straining to keep up the bombardment, and then he palmed her ass cheeks and began pushing off her with the assistance of his hairy arms. Sweat poured down his face, turning him into a glistening lunatic. “I so need to fuck Presley like a whore, just one time.”



Was that what he was doing right in front of Mitch, and with me watching from outside, fucking Mia like a whore?



Swatting Mia’s side, he rolled her forwards and lifted by her waist. Her shoulders settled on the ground with her back against the chair, and her knees swung back alongside her head. Now he had her ass in the air, where he could work it without squatting. He spit several times on his finger, and dug them into her butt. Then he was in, standing over her and banging straight down into her chastised chasm. There was no question about this new position––Paul was absolutely banging her like a whore, which left me crushed but also jacking-off like mad.



I’d forgotten about Mitch until he spoke up. “Whoa man, Devin’s way tripping if he wakes up to you totally spelunking in his Kind Bud like that.” Neither Paul nor Mia had it in them to laugh at the moment––in fact, I doubt they even heard him.



Paul squeezed the base of his shaft, pushed deep inside her and then shook it around. “This is how I’d like punish Presley’s pretentious asshole––right here, like this.” Instead of cherishing my priceless Lamborghini as I do, Paul performed a rigmarole of grueling tests, like one would a cheap rental car. Business law had created an even bigger self-centered monster, for him to blatantly bang my wife so voraciously.



“Know what I’d really like to do? Dick dive on her!” He pulled out, leaving her wide open, and then punched his cock back in. He repeated the move several times, with Mia gulping every time his cock hit bottom and his knuckle struck her perineum. “Oh yeah, right like this, dick diving in a whore’s ass.” Preasly had left a serious dark demon inside him, but Mia, finding herself in the blitzkrieg of this marauding, ass-hungry oppressor, only materialized stronger, and certainly showed no signs of needing help. He added spit to the mix as his cock came out, and soon his cock slipped in with such ease it enabled him to increase the speed. Mia’s body recoiled so badly that he had to hold her steady with his free hand. “Oh fuck. Look at that asshole. Look how hollowed out I got it.” Then he stopped for a moment, his dick lodged in to the maximum, and slowly pulled out. “Oh shit, Mitch, you hear that?” Of course Mitch heard, because I heard from clear outside. As his au naturel lubed up dick slid in and out, it made a surprisingly, lurid, wet sound. “That’s her ass talking, man, and it’s telling me how much she likes my dick. Mmmm, oh yeah, that’s a whore’s ass alright––just begging for dick.”



“Dude, what you’re doing now would totally kill Presley.”



Paul then looked down at Mia’s face, her chin pressed against her chest and her sweaty pink curls splashed about her forehead and over her left eye. She breathed heavy through clenched teeth, but her right eye stared intensely back up at him. His mission to crush some ass slipped from the forefront of his mind, as their engaged eyes spoke in a way words could not. Her feistiness pit against his domineering arrogance was always the cause of some tension. As good of friends as we’d been, I knew if the two of them spent a week in the cabin alone they’d end up killing each other. But now they were face to face and fucking, and their firecracker chemistry exploded between them.



“I almost forgot about you down there, Mia.”



She rolled her eyes and halfway smiled.



“Wow, I think I became someone else for a minute there. You OK?”



Her rosy cheeks lifted into a smug smile. “I’ve had Mitch. You’re small potatoes compared to him.”



She meant to push his button and she did. “Is that right?” He put a finger into her snatch and pulled it out dripping wet. “Look at that. You like this, don’t you? You like having your ass punished! I can’t give you enough, can I?” He sucked her juice from his finger and then poked it in again. Both of her holes were then fucked in unison, as she squealed delightfully from below and gasped for air. He leaned over and reached down to feed her the juice off his fingers. “Taste that? My cock is making you so wet, little Mia. And you can’t stand it, can you? You can’t stand that a male chauvinist prick like me gets you so sopping wet.”



As the fucking resumed, their eyes remained locked, like two boxers in a ring. He spanked her ass, spread her legs like a wishbone, and gave her everything he had. And although her body squirmed and her breathing stuttered through an orgasm, she continued to defiantly stare him down. When it came to sex, Mia was into a little humiliation, I knew that, but it was near heart stopping to see it that roughly dished-out by another man.



“You have a serious slut side, Mia. I’m owning your asshole like a whore’s, and the harder I fuck, the harder you seem to come.” He pulled his dripping fingers out of her snatch and wiped them on her thigh. It was no longer about playing Connoisseur to the Killer Kind Bud or a Presley grudge fuck fantasy, Paul now put the feisty little Mia in her place with an extremely hard, balls-to-wall bang session––something I’m sure he’d longed to do from the very first day the outspoken hottie stepped into his life. He then knelt behind her, pried open her loose butthole with his fingers, and spat several times into her rectum. He’d been working over her ass for almost thirty minutes, and appeared to be preparing for another half-hour. I have to admit, I was incredibly impressed by both their stamina.



Barely audible, Mia incited, “I want you to come in my mouth.”



“What did you just say?”



“You heard me.”



“Say it again.”



In a pseudo porn-star’s voice, she repeated it louder, “I want you to fucking come in my mouth.”



He stood up. “Let me get in two last dick dives, and then it’s all yours, baby.” He then punched his eight-and-half inches into her freshly lubed butt, and yanked it right back out. He maintained eye contact and practically bounced her off the floor by shoving it in so hard. His ‘two last dick dives’ turned out to be more like two-hundred––he just couldn’t stop butt bludgeoning her. I watched in disbelief as he smacked into her over and over like some hydraulic powered machine. She finally had to beg him to come in her mouth before he’d stop.



Paul ended up melting into the Lazy-Boy with Mia’s face buried in his lap, sucking him off. Both of them were sweaty and exhausted.



Mitch saw an opportunity and came over to lift Mia’s ass, leaving her on her hands and knees. He broke out a condom and lube, and as he fingered the lube into her butt, he declared, “I’m so fucking this.” Her back quivered into an arch, the mere thought of his words involuntarily exciting her. He then eased his way in, penetrating her ass much gentler than Paul had. He had to go easy––my boy Mitch was damn near eleven inches.



“Oh the memories!” He poked it in a little deeper as Paul chuckled. “Man, when we were going out, Mia so made me wait an eternity to split some ass.” Then he slapped the heel of his palm to his forehead and shook his tangled hair. “What am I saying, she totally took a trunk full of meat on the first date.” Paul laughed out loud this time, and Mia, while still sucking his cock, swung an arm backwards, nailing Mitch in his thigh.



Paul then mouthed words in complete silence. “Seriously, on the first date?”



Mitch triumphantly brought a fist down in front of his own face, and shouted, “Boom!”



Paul broke into laughter and Mia lifted her head. “Am I doing all this for nothing?” Paul didn’t answer, instead he grabbed the back of her head, put her mouth to the light-house, and with a renewed interest, began pumping her throat. Similarly, Mitch began to drive his monster in with force, spanking her sweaty rear as he did.



Mia was getting totally rocked, cocks busting into her from both sides, and mine sprang up hard enough to bat one out of the ballpark. Paul stood up, locked eyes again and gave her Irish-exotic face a throat-bruising bone. She spit and drooled, her mascara bled, she whimpered faintly, but her green eyes gleamed with more radiance than ever. Behind her, Mitch used her sphincter to mark off ten-inches on his cock, while reaching around to frig her little puss towards a wet smacking crescendo. Both guys were grunting loud, and their wet bodies clapped against hers. They were being extremely noisy, making me grateful for the solitude. With his fist, Paul made a ponytail out of Mia’s pink hair and used it to jack her mouth on his cock. His balls smashed against her chin and the sound from her throat was louder than anything yet, like Vin Deisel plunging a clogged drain. Not to be out done, Mitch slammed his dick completely into her ass, all eleven inches, the meaty impact echoing through the house, and then followed it with the lighter sound of his balls whapping against pussy.



Not in my wildest dreams did I ever anticipate seeing my little Mia impaled between my two big friends, a cock going in one end and another in the other. They amusingly appeared to be connected, like Paul and Mitch were lumber-jacks pulling a dick shaped saw through her.



In the back Mitch kept on squeezing his monster in with full force, and the son-of-bitch was in great shape and capable of ramming her harder than Paul or I ever could. It surprised me, too, because Mitch was so laid back about everything, yet here he was, teeth clenched, muscles rippling, and absolutely destroying Mia’s ass with his iron giant. He was competitive, that was the thing, and I’m sure I was witnessing a one-ups-man-ship on Paul. Then he slowed down, almost to a stop, and grabbed Mia’s ass cheeks.



“You hear that, Paul?”



Paul was still feeding cock to Mia and on the verge of unloading. “You mean the sound of my dick poking her tonsils?”



“No, dude! Her ass––it’s taking to me.” Using his hands he flapped her thick butt cheeks back-n-forth, making her crack appear like a talking mouth, while speaking for it in a girl’s voice. “Oh Mitch, I just love your huge dong in my soft hole.” He started fucking her deep again, still flapping her butt cheeks and now garbling his words. “Oh god, it’s hard to talk with so much meat in me. You’re so much bigger and better than Paul. On god I love your dick so much, Mitch. Fuck me harder!” He did. “No even harder!” He did. “No even harder than that!”



By now he was jam-packing her wobbling booty at blistering speeds. I had never seen anything like it––a man pretending to have a conversation with an ass whilst fucking the hell out of it. Only Mitch could pull off something as asinine as that. “Oh god, stud, your gonna make me come. Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m so coming.”



Then the oddest thing happened, Mia actually came. Her back humped up, her toes curled over, and she moaned sweetly over Paul’s dick. That was enough to set Paul off, and he pushed her face into his abdomen and broke into a fucking war cry. Their eyes remained engaged throughout, and her cheeks fluttered, letting me know a hot load was splashing against the back of her mouth as she struggled not to gag. He pulled her head slightly away, grabbed his cock, and then squeezed the last of his come directly on her tongue. “Oh fuck you, little slutty Mia, you get all my come.” She licked his shaft, catching a final drip, and then swallowed, glaring seductively up at him the entire time. Paul was left speechless, and then he walked over to the couch and sat down. And this is where I came, shooting a load onto the doorframe of Paul’s cabin.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. This story contains scenes of extramarital, unprotected, and group sex. If it’s not your thing, please move on. This story is slightly rougher and more raunchy than most of my other work. Fair warning.



DIVORCE SETTLEMENT – PART ONE







Be careful what you wish for, isn’t that what they say? I guess I got what I wanted, although it’s not quite the way I imagined it. Nope, it’s pretty fucking far from how I imagined it. Most days I feel like it worked out all right. I’m happy now. Sometimes I remember how it all got started, and what my life would have been like if I had chosen a different path; where I would be now, who I’d be with. But regretting is never helpful.



I could blame Gretchen, or my ex-husband Jim, or alcohol or The Providers or whatever for my situation, and I have at different times blamed them all, but it just makes me bitter and angry, and it affects my enthusiasm, and I risk getting corrected. So I try not to think about it anymore, and stay with the program, and I don’t resist, ever. And besides, inside I know it was my fault, no one else’s. Everything else just helped me or reacted to me. But it was me. I realized that soon after arriving here, one night while I was recovering. And then all the anger I’d been harboring melted away mostly, and my attitude became more suitable, and I started getting corrected less.



It’s hard to admit that you made your own bed. But this is my bed now, and like I said, I get with the program now and enjoy it. And since I won’t be transitioned from entertainment to asset, I guess I’m doing okay.



But maybe I should start at the beginning.



Jim and I married young, he was 22, I was 20. He had a fledgling construction business that was pulling in some good money. I encouraged him to expand, guiding his enthusiasm and abilities, wanting him to make more money and he did, exploding the business over the next few years into a real money machine, which I loved. I did the house, the clothes, the lunches. I had a soft job in a local firm, and my friends and I partied hard on Jim’s money. Jim didn’t, he was too busy working. We had an OK sex life, but that soon dwindled with our reduced time together as he worked the business, and I worked his money.



After three years of spending Jim’s wealth I started to feel lonely and horny. Hanging out with friends didn’t do it for me anymore; they all went home to spouses and significant others, I went home, usually drunk, to my well-appointed empty house. My current situation began about six months later, in a club with friends. I was almost twenty-four then; my friends and I were drinking and dancing. I met these two guys, I don’t even remember their names, I call them Big and Bigger, because that’s how I remember them. We danced, and drank, and danced more, first with one, then the other, then both. My friends started leaving, Big and Bigger separated me from them. At one point I looked around and couldn’t find my friends. At first I cared. Then Big kissed me, and I stopped caring. I kissed him back, and all my good sense left me. We danced more, and then I was kissing Bigger. I could feel him pressing his hardness against me, and I got wet, and hot, and my neglected pussy starting doing all my thinking.



I could tell this part the long way, describing the passion and the longing, and my reactions, but it’s not really important. It was hot though, and the idea of being out, and cheating on my husband added to the excitement. Being attractive to someone, getting a man excited, knowing he wanted me, made me crazed and loose and easy. A half hour after the first kiss we were outside by Big’s car, and I was on my knees, kneeling on his jacket, sucking his cock. I was sliding my mouth on his long, fat shaft, licking the head, feeling it slide past my lips, smooth and hot and hard for me.



I was not very experienced when Jim and I met, and my sexual experience didn’t grow much after we married. We had sex, but it was mostly vanilla, and when he started spending lots of time at work and away, it became vanilla and less. I didn’t do a lot of oral and was never a big fan, but this night I really got into it. I wanted to suck this guy’s cock, and I was enjoying feeling it in my mouth, the way it tasted, the way it made me feel, on my knees in a parking lot with a well-hung stranger who wanted to fuck my mouth. I was so turned on that his cock was hard for me, I was drooling on him, pumping my hand and mouth on his gorgeous succulent shaft, struggling to fit more inside my mouth. He was groaning, and grunting, holding my head, humping into my face. I thought he might be starting to cum, and was thinking if I should let him cum in my mouth when I heard him say, “its about fucking time,” and I heard a noise behind me. I turned my head to see the guy I would remember as Bigger pull his giant half-hard rod of destruction out of his unzipped pants. My fucking pussy gushed, and I nearly came, I swear. I pulled my head off Big and never even got the chance to close it or inhale before Bigger filled my mouth. I had to stretch my jaw to take it, and he pushed, and hit the back of my throat, and I gagged and coughed, spit flying between my stretched lips and his shaft.



He pulled my hair, yanked me off his cock and slapped my face with his saliva-slicked monster. “Don’t fucking stain my pants, slut!” he barked, then pulled my head back on him, hard. Instead of resisting, I went willfully.



“Get in the car,” I heard Big say, and the door opened, and Bigger led me into the back seat by my mouth. He was fully hard by the time we pulled out of the parking lot, and I licked and sucked him for the short drive. I stopped when I heard the doors open. We were in the driveway of a house in a part of town near the club. Bigger zipped and got out, then Big pulled me out of the car.



They led me to the front door, feeling my ass on the way, kissing me, and pulling my top down. I walked halfway there with my tits exposed, Big’s tongue in my mouth, and his hand on my ass, under my skirt and inside my panties, and I loved it. I was pretty sure I was going to get the fuck of my life, and my cunt was dripping with excitement. My panties were pulled under my ass cheeks by the time we opened the door. I followed Bigger inside, into the living room. As he pulled his pants down and sat on the couch, facing me, Big pulled my panties down to my ankles and pushed me towards Bigger, making me trip and fall onto all fours. I swear, I crawled to Bigger on my hands and knees, my feet tangled in my panties, and drove my mouth down on Bigger’s mighty joystick.



I was sucking the head, swirling my tongue around, thrilling at the mouthful of hot cock meat. He pushed my head down and made me gag again; this time I blew spit all over his balls. He pulled me up by the hair and drove my face under his shaft, told me to lick the spit off his balls, and I did it with relish. “I want your hot cum in my mouth,” I told him, “Shoot it my mouth.”



“Shut the fuck up and suck, slut!” He crammed my head back down on his cock. As I sucked I felt Big lifting the back of my skirt, felt his hands on my ass. Then a hard fleshy globe pushed at my pussy, and in one stroke he buried his entire length into my eager cunt. Fuck, he was the biggest thing I’d ever had inside me, and I yowled in pain and passion as I stretched to fit him. My reaction was muffled around Bigger’s fat cock, and I heard him chuckle at my reaction. My cunt began to clutch and spasm at the invasion, and I felt my juices running down my thighs as Big started to stroke in and out.



It was the single greatest fuck I had ever experienced in my short, selfish naive life. It felt like he was splitting me apart, and fucking my whole torso, for fuck’s sake. He started pounding me, hard, and I felt his balls slapping up into my clit, and like an explosion I came, screaming on Bigger’s cock again, as my body shook with the greatest climax I’d ever had. As it crested, and began to recede, I felt a finger at my anus, exploring, then pressing, then pushing inside and I came again! I’d never had anyone touch me there, never mind inside, and the filthy debasement drove me to new heights of excitement.



I felt him pumping harder as I sucked, and sensed he was going to cum. I pulled off Bigger and turned my head, pleading, “Not inside me, cum in my mouth.” I barely got the words out before Bigger pulled my hair and drove me back on his cock, telling me to shut up.



“You’ll get it in your mouth, don’t worry, you fucking whore,” I heard from behind me, and then he pushed his finger deeper into my ass, and pounded me harder, faster, and then he groaned and I felt my pussy fill with heat as he shot his load in my eager hole. He stroked his cock through his climax, filling me, and I felt his load spilling out as I came again, filled with another man’s semen for the first time in years. Then he pulled out, and I heard him joke to Bigger, “she’s wide open, it won’t close!” I imagined my cunt gaping open, cum spilling out, and I felt his cock under me, the head on my clit.



Bigger suddenly pushed my mouth off him and stood up, and moved behind me, and Big sat on the couch. “Here you go, slut,” he said, and I saw his cock, just beginning to soften, glistening with my juices and cream, and coated with a thick glaze of his cum, fresh from my dripping pussy. “Right in your mouth, like you wanted!” He pulled my face down, but missed my mouth, and rubbed the disgusting mess on my face, finally onto my lips. I opened wide and took the slimy shaft into my mouth, my jaw already sore. I tasted his semen, and my own flavor, and smelled the odor of our sex, and it made me gag and salivate. As I swallowed the mixture my pussy twitched and flushed again, just in time to feel Bigger push his fat pole into my sloppy wet cum-filled hole.



I tried to scream as I sucked and swallowed, and Big’s cock pushed into the back of my mouth as Bigger’s cock stretched me even more; it felt like I was on fire, and then he pushed, and he was pressing painfully into my cervix. Pain shot through me, exquisite and shocking, making my pussy clench on his fat pole, and still he pushed, further, until I felt his thighs press against me and he was all in. Fuck, I thought his cock would hit Big’s in my throat, and it hurt so bad I cried and whimpered, and pushed back on him, and then he pulled out most of the way, and drove back in, hard; and again, and then started a rhythmic pounding in my destroyed cunt. I pulled my mouth off Big’s cleaned cock, and started licking the cum and pussy juice off the base, and off his balls, hating myself for loving it and wanting more. And then I heard Bigger grunting, and he came, and filled me a second time, bellowing as he plowed into me, and another orgasm ripped through me. He slowed as he finished; then drew out, and he did the same as Big, and allowed his cum to drip onto his cock. Big released my head and Bigger grabbed my hair and pulled me to him, and I repeated my post-fuck oral work, sucking his cock clean, swallowing the hot cum from my pussy off his incredible cock and balls while he ridiculed me.



“You like that, slut? You taste your slut pussy on my dick? You’re a real cum-whore, aren’t you,” and more disgusting talk that just made me hotter. “Fucking eat it, slut. Eat that cum off my cock!”



When his cock was cleaned, I figured it was done, but I was wrong. Big came to my side, he was holding a small mirror, and he put it on the floor under me, and moved me to squat over it. He made me look at my pussy in the mirror, and I was horrified. I had never spent a lot of time looking at my own vagina, but I didn’t recognize the mess I saw. A gaping red maw, dripping with white slimy cum, my pubic hair matted and soiled with cum and my own cream. It seemed to throb as I watched it, not closing, held open by the trauma of the pounding and stretching. As I watched, mesmerized, a fat drop of cum oozed out, landing on the mirror, then another.



“Clean that up, slut,” Big said, and I couldn’t stop myself. I bent down, and licked the cum from the mirror, disgusted at what I was doing, and betrayed by my own body. I felt the urge for more, more cock, more fucking. I finished licking the cum from the mirror and looked up at them. “Please,” I heard myself say, “fuck me again. Please.”



And they did, twice more each over the next two hours. Each time I had multiple orgasms, cumming on their giant cocks, sucking them clean when they were done as they called me vile names and egged me on. I never felt so dirty, so disgusting and so fulfilled. When it was over they put me back into the car, without allowing me to clean up. I struggled into my clothes on the ride, my pussy sore, my jaw and tongue aching, but my body completely satisfied. My mouth tasted like cunt and semen. They took me to the club and pulled away, leaving me at my car in the empty lot.



On the drive home I felt cum still leaking from me, and I pushed my fingers inside and sucked them clean, scooping gobs of cum from inside me. I couldn’t stop. I kept it up until all I could taste was pussy, then I fingered my clit until I came again, hard, screaming in the car as I pulled into my driveway.



I staggered into the house, my legs still shaky and weak, thankful Jim would not be home until the next afternoon. I got to my bedroom; it was after four already, and as I turned on the light I saw myself in the mirror. My God, if Jim was home how would I explain this? My makeup was a wreck, there was cum on my face and in my hair. My skirt was sideways and my tube top was stretched out, one nipple showing over the top. Anyone would know I’d just gotten the fuck of a lifetime. “Not Jim,” I said out loud, “he wouldn’t know sex if it fell on him.” Well, if he couldn’t tell from the cum on my face and wrinkled clothes, maybe this would do it, I thought. I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs a little, arching my hips forward. See that, Jim, I thought, That’s a fucked pussy. Can you see that? Can you see what those boys did to me with their giant cocks? I squatted down, spread my legs, and stared at myself. I was in awe at the sight of my own pussy, still gaping and red and raw, the hair all sticky. That’s what a pussy if for, Jim. To be fucked raw, pounded hard. I imagined him seeing cum dripping from my hole, down to my anus. He fingered my ass, too, Jim. Did you ever finger my ass? Hell, you barely even fuck me, never mind fuck me right. I came a dozen times on their cocks, Jim, and I ate their cum from their beautiful hard cocks, and I begged them to fuck me more. How do you like that?



He wouldn’t like it. It would kill him, I was sure. I knew he could never find out.



But I liked it. A lot. And I knew I wanted more.



It was more than a month before the next time. I spent that time worrying that Jim might find out, and the few times we had sex I wondered if he would notice how stretched out I was, but if he did, he didn’t say. Every free minute I thought about those tremendous cocks tearing me apart in ecstasy. I wondered if I would ever feel like that again. I needn’t have worried.



The next time the cock wasn’t huge, it was average, but the guy was hot, and he had a talented tongue that made me cum over and over before he fucked me. He tried to pull out, but I held him inside, loving the feel of being filled with hot cum. I thought he would lose his mind when I sucked him clean, scooped cum out of my cunt and ate it, and got him hard again. This time I sucked his cock until he exploded in my mouth. I showed it to him before I swallowed his load. On the way home I fingered myself, and masturbated more when I got home. Jim never knew, again.



I didn’t wait a month then. The next weekend Jim was away again, and I got fucked by two guys from out of town in a hotel room. One guy made me lick his ass, and the other guy fucked my cum-filled pussy with a champagne bottle. They made me drip cum into a champagne glass and drink it. It was so depraved. I loved it. I masturbated in front of them, sucking my juices and their cum off my fingers. One of them pinched and pulled and twisted my nipples while I crammed three fingers into my cunt; he was so rough my nipples hurt for a week, and they stayed hard for days.



After that, whenever Jim was away I went out and got laid. I never saw Big and Bigger again, but that was okay, and anyway, it would be too much like having an affair. I’d go out with my friends, and then find a guy, or guys, and ditch my friends and go out and get laid. I was pretty sure my friends knew what I was doing, how could they not? At least they suspected, but no one said anything to me, so I knew they wouldn’t tell Jim. Hell, they barely knew him, he was never around.



I became a complete freak for raw, kinky sex, the nastier the better.



My friend Gretchen was the first one to actually find me out. One night we were out in a club, and she found me in the men’s room sucking two guys’ cocks. I figured she’d run, or scream at me, or something, but she just stood there and watched as I took one load in my mouth and one on my face. I was still wiping my face off (into my mouth, of course) as she shooed the guys out, helped me get presentable, and escorted me out. We ended up in a diner, where she got the story out of me.



She didn’t express shock, or disapproval, or judge me in any way. Of course, I hadn’t told her the details of all the depraved things I did, just that I had started suddenly cheating on Jim, and now was doing it all the time. I confessed that I couldn’t stop, that I needed to get sex, all the time, it seemed. She seemed to understand, even as she made me admit it was wrong. I swore her to secrecy. She’s a lawyer, so she said I had attorney-client privilege. Later I would find out just how good a lawyer she was.



The next time I went out Jim wasn’t away, he hadn’t been away in a while, and I needed a ravaging. He called and said he’d be late, like a good husband. And like an awful wife, I went out on a cock hunt. It was late afternoon, so I went to a happy hour near a college, and picked up an energetic young man with mythical recovery ability. He did me three times in two hours. I rushed home, didn’t even finger myself on the way hone, just oozed into my panties, but when I got there I saw Jim’s car in the driveway, and another car. I checked my appearance and, scared to death, went into the house.



The other car belonged to a client he was meeting with. They’d gone to dinner, and had changed plans to come here instead! Fuck, I thought, putting on my friendly ‘meet a client’ persona. I kissed Jim quickly, hoping he couldn’t smell the semen on my breath. I told him I’d gone shopping when he said he wouldn’t be home, and offered to make some dinner, but he said they’d ordered pizza. Relieved, I excused myself from their meeting, and ran upstairs to clean up. Five minutes late I was in the master suite bathroom, scooping cum from my pussy and sucking it off my fingers as masturbated, standing with my pants off. I washed up, threw the panties in the wastebasket, and dressed for bed. When Jim came up I pretended I was sleeping, and then lay awake as he slept, hoping he couldn’t smell my ripe cunt.



Having done it once, I no longer waited for Jim to go away. I started taking more chances, convinced that my oblivious husband would never catch on. I would just get fucked, or suck a guys cock when he was working late. I saved the wild adventures for the times he went away, and those got wild, and more daring. One day Jim and I even had one of our rare sexual interactions while my pussy was filled with another man’s cum. If he noticed how wet I was, he didn’t mention it.



Once I picked up a guy in a club, and he took me to his house, and his wife greeted him at the door. He introduced me as ‘the slut who sucked my cock in the car on the way home’ and she grinned and started getting undressed. First I thought “what the fuck?”, then my defensiveness became defiance; “this bitch isn’t getting this cock tonight!” but she took off her pants and was wearing a strapon! And it was huge! I thought of Big, and dropped to my knees and sucked her ‘dick’ while the guy took off his clothes and mine. Then she fucked me while I sucked her husband’s cock. It was glorious! She could really fuck, let me tell you. When I sensed he was going to cum, I started talking dirty, telling him shoot in my mouth, I want your hot cum in my mouth, like that, and he said no, and his wife stopped fucking me and took off the strapon. She laid on the floor and he fucked her and came inside her. Then he pulled out and said, “you want my cum, you slut, go get it.”

His cute wife was laying there, legs spread, and she had her pussy completely shaved except for a little strip above her clit, which was poking out from the hood. Her cunt was open, and fat drops of cum were oozing out. In a fit of passion I dove straight in, and licked and sucked the cum from her wet snatch. When it was gone I sucked her clit until she came. It was the first time I did anything with another woman, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.



Another time I picked up a guy who’s wife was out of town After sucking his cock and letting him cum on my face (he wouldn’t let me clean up, and I loved it!) he got hard again and we were fucking. Then he turned me over and did me doggy style. I was close to cumming when he pulled out. He went to the closet and took out a bag and came back to the bed. He pulled out a vibrator and gave it to me to vibe myself while he fucked me. I put my ass back in the air and rubbed the vibe on my clit and he continued fucking me. Just as I was close to cumming, I felt him slow down, and felt something wet on my ass. I thought he came, but was busy with my orgasm, and as I climaxed he pushed a finger into my ass! I came even harder, screaming as he pumped a finger in my back door while he fucked me. Then he added a second finger, and it started to hurt, and I complained and he pulled my hair and told me to shut the fuck up.



I kept the vibe on my clit, and he was still pumping my pussy, and I could feel his fingers stretching my anal opening. Then he pulled out his fingers, and pulled his cock out of my pussy. Fuck, I thought, he’s done. But then I felt something at my ass, not fingers, and I turned my head. “No way,” I said, “I can’t,” but he added some more lube, and I felt the head push inside. Fuck, it hurt, and I thought about pulling away but my body betrayed me and my desire won out, and I rubbed the vibe on my clit and pushed back on him. His cock went a little further, stretching and penetrating my ass. I felt a pressure, and then he pushed passed my inner ring, and his cock slipped all the way inside me. I screamed, in pain, but in excitement too, and he waited for me to adjust, until I started to squirm on his cock. I turned to him again and said, “Fuck my ass, you dog. Fucking take my ass cherry! I want your hot cum up my ass!” he started pounding me, short strokes at first, then longer, full-cock strokes. I felt so full, so nasty and slutty, and I shoved the vibe into my pussy and double penetrated myself. I came twice more before he buried himself inside me and shot a load of hot cum up my ass.



The next day I couldn’t sit or walk right, and called in sick to work. I masturbated myself raw thinking about it. I put everything I could think of in my ass, fingers, a candle, whatever I could find, fingering myself to blistering orgasms in my new depravity. It was my first anal, and I loved it. The next day I bought some vitamin e oil at the drugstore, and soothed my aching ass and cunt. I had anal sex pretty frequently after that.



During this period I would occasionally run into Gretchen, and when we were alone she would ask, and I would fill her in on what I was doing. I was grateful for the opportunity, because my secret was like to burst out of me, and it gave me an opportunity to release a little pressure without more people knowing. She seemed cautiously interested at first, but as weeks passed she it seemed she could barely wait to hear of my latest exploits in all their debauched detail. And honestly, the telling was near as exciting as the doing, and the more she asked, the more detailed my explanations, and I started masturbating following our little chats. Sometimes these were day or afternoon conversations. A couple of times it was when we were out, and I would get her alone in the bar or the club, and tell her what I had done. Or what I was going to do, and then leave and go do it.



The first time she came with me was one night at a club, and I told her I was leaving with this group, it was two guys and two couples, and they were going to one of the guys house. She said she was nervous for me, and thought she should tag along to make sure I was OK. She came with us, and we partied at this guy’s place for a while, but she didn’t seem to drink much. She was friendly and all, but I was going wild with the rest of the group, and it soon got heated. One of the guys started making out with his girlfriend, and I grabbed the ass of one of the single guys, Blondie I called him, while we watched them grope each other, then he kissed me.



Things proceeded from there predictably, for me anyway. As soon as I felt the guy getting hard I dropped to my knees, and everyone stopped to watch me suck his cock. I was bobbing my head and fondling his balls and ass, his pants around his ankles. The kissing couple, the Preppies, started undressing, and he was sucking her tits when I looked up. The other single guy was sitting with Gretchen and the other couple, the Quiet Ones, talking to Gretchen. I saw her say something and point to me. Other Guy got up and stood behind me, grabbing my tits and squeezing my nipples, hard. The feeling went straight to my pussy, and I let him know it. He pulled off my shirt and bra, and I guess his pants, too, because the next time he reached around for my tits I felt his hard cock pressing into my back. I got up and got my pants off, and he got his face under me, and I sat on his mouth while I sucked Blondie. I felt his tongue slip into my wet hole and I gushed fluid into his mouth.



The couple was in a sixty-nine on the floor right next to us now, and I watched her lick his balls. Not to be outdone, I pushed Blondie back to the couch, and pulled his legs up so I could lick his ass. With my butt in the air, Other Guy got up and drove into my cunt in one stroke, pushing my tongue up Blondie’s hole. I managed a glance across the room, and saw Gretchen staring at me, apparently now believing all the stories I had told her.



Once the cock entered me I started talking dirty, telling him fuck my slutty cunt, pound me. He obeyed, and it felt great. I replaced my tongue with a finger in Blondie’s ass, and licked his balls while I stroked him, all the while spewing a stream of filth for everyone to hear. I heard the Preppies goading Other Guy to fuck me harder; they were fucking now, doggy style like me, and both watching me with Blondie and Other Guy.



I heard Gretchen telling the Quiet Ones what a nasty slut I was, fucking two guys in front of everyone. She called me awful names, and it got me hotter, knowing I was all those and more. Then she yelled to Other guy to fuck my ass, and I felt him pull his cock out, and press against my anal opening. He popped the head inside, and I howled, half in pain and half in delight. I clenched, then loosened up and pushed back, burying him halfway in my ass. He pulled back slightly, and then pushed the rest in, and my ass was filled with cock.



Now the Quiet Ones joined Gretchen in cheering and deriding me, and I felt my first orgasm coming as Preppie girl reached under me to rub my clit. I came on her hand, screaming, and she came too. Then the Other Guy grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards as he lay on his back, his cock buried in my ass. I imagined I was quite a sight, my legs wide open, on my back on top of him, my hungry cunt and ass stretched and exposed for all to see. Blondie got up and got between my legs and fed his man meat into my waiting slit, and I had two cocks fucking me.



“Fuck that slut!” I heard Gretchen yelling. “Fuck her cunt and her slut ass!” “Give it to her! Fill that whore up!”



“Give me your hot cum,” I told Blondie and the Other Guy. “Fill my ass and pussy with cum! I want it in me!” That was all Preppie guy needed, and we all heard him groan and empty his balls in his girlfriend. She moaned with him, cumming again, and that set me off, and I felt my cum splashing out on Blondie’s fat cock, running down my crack and into my ass. He pushed harder into me, driving me down onto the dick in my ass, until I thought my chest would explode. “Give me your cum,” I kept repeating, “Fuck your cum into me! Give it to me!”



I saw movement from the corner of my eye, and then Preppie girl was lifting her leg over my face, and she squatted over me, dripping cum into my mouth. I lapped it up, slobbering the mess on my lips and nose and chin, and then she lowered herself down.



“Suck it out, slut!” she yelled, then announced to the room, “Her tongue is up my cunt, the nasty slut! She’s licking the cum out!” Gretchen and the Quiet Ones were cheering, yelling “Eat that cum! Suck that fucked pussy!” and I did, with relish. That drove my two cocks over the edge, I felt them swell, and pulse, and then they came, Other Guy first, then Blondie, and filling my bowels and pussy with hot slimy semen. The combination of being filled and fucked, and the pussy on my face, and the audience drove me to a body-shaking climax, and I trembled uncontrollably until it passed.



When I settled down Blondie fed me his cock to clean, and Preppie girl brought her guy over for the same. I was still on my back atop Other Guy, who was softening in my ass, and finally slipped out. I finished sucking Preppie boy clean and climbed off Other Guy, only to turn over and suck his cock clean too. Everyone was aghast and disgusted that I sucked the cock from my ass, but the passion had taken me and I never gave it a thought. It tasted nasty, but I got excited by how depraved it was.



On the way home that night Gretchen said that she hadn’t fully believed I was that wild until she had seen it for her own eyes. I asked why she hadn’t participated, and she said that she couldn’t. She was in a relationship, and she couldn’t be like that with anyone. I told her she was just jealous. I know different now. She asked if I ever felt guilty for doing things like this behind my husband’s back. I told her I did, at first, but I enjoyed it more, and I deserved to be happy, and he wasn’t doing it for me, so it was OK. She was quiet for a while, and then we got in a discussion about anal sex, and I told her that it made you sore, but in a good way, like when your nipples still hurt from being pinched and pulled too much, or when the back of your mouth feels bruised from a good face fuck.



About a week later I had a sex party at my house. Jim was away for a few days, and I went out one night to a club, and brought the party to my house. It turned into a full blown orgy, I swear, and it lasted until the sun was coming up. I ate pussy and ass, I sucked cock, I got fucked in my pussy, my mouth and my ass, over and over. I think every guy there came in me or on me or both. Once after fucking this guy, his girlfriend stuck her fingers in my cunt, and started feeding me his cum, and then she worked three fingers inside me, pushing and stretching me, then she added a fourth. I started to feel another climax coming when she looked in my face and said, “Get ready,” and then she folded her thumb in, and pushed her whole hand into me. She fisted me through two orgasms while everyone watched, and a guy jerked off in my mouth. She made me lick her hand clean, too. One of the other girls squirted when she came, and I made sure I got my face right in there. She drenched my face and filled my mouth and I drank it all and licked her clean. I sucked cum off cocks, and licked it out of pussies. After one guy ass-fucked his girlfriend and I sucked his cock after he came in her ass, she pushed my head between her legs and made me suck the cum out of her ass!



When I told Gretchen about the party, she was horrified. Not at what I did, but that I did it in my house. “What if you get caught? Won’t he suspect? What if someone leaves something behind?” She was full of questions. But frankly, it was better for me to do it at home, because I could drink, and fuck till I passed out, even, and didn’t have to worry about driving home. I just had to make sure I had an extra day to clean the house before Jim came home. It had worked out well, and I knew I could get away with it whenever the possibility presented itself.



I continued my one-off antics for the next few weeks, Jim being none the wiser. His sexual appetite seemed to diminish a little, and I went out even when he was working, coming home sometimes with cum breath, or a pussy or ass full of cum. Once I came home, wearing a skirt without panties and Jim was home. As we talked in the kitchen I had cum running down my leg. What would he say if a fat drop of semen dropped out and hit the floor? Would he notice? What if I lifted my skirt in front of the dense bastard and jammed my fingers in my cunt and scooped it out for him? Would he notice then?



I continued confessing my antics to Gretchen, and one day she asked me if I wanted to attend a party. She told me her firm was meeting clients from out of town, adding that she was in charge of providing entertainment while they were there. She had booked a party room at the hotel they were staying in. As it happened Jim was away for the week, and I naturally took up her offer.



There was great food, but I didn’t eat much. I’d kept my food light and had two enemas before attending in the hopes of some great anal sex. I thought Gretchen knew exactly what kind of entertainment I was going to provide, although she played innocent all night. Her clients were young, wealthy, handsome and confident men and women. If I remember correctly, it was two married couples, three single men and a single woman. I was leaking pussy juice into my panties as she made the introductions. I had a couple of drinks with them as we all checked each other out. When I laughed at one of their dirty jokes, and then told one of my own, the party took a turn in the right direction. The talk got bawdy, then sexy, then downright dirty after that, the women going even further than the men. One of the married women, in response to a comment about cock size, made us all look as she unzipped her husband and pulled his giant slab of meat out. As everyone laughed I knew I was going to have this one more than once. Things got wild after that, and we made it up to the team leader’s suite in various stages of undress. My shirt was unbuttoned and one of the single guys was grabbing my tits from behind as we spilled through the door.



Clothes went flying. The single woman, and slim redhead, was the first naked and grabbed me and pushed me to my knees, jamming my face into her shaved cunt. She was dripping wet and I lapped her juices as she told the rest of the crowd what a nasty cunt licker I was. Everyone got a charge out of that, and then one of the men walked up behind her and rammed his cock up her twat while I kept licking. He fucked her standing, and everyone stood around fondling each other until he came, and I licked his load out of her cunt. While I did, someone finished undressing me, and I felt a cock enter my pussy.



Parts of the night were a blur after that, but some moments were memorable for their depravity. Guys came in my mouth and on my face, and one of the wives licked my face clean and then spit it back into my mouth. I licked cum from pussies and asses. I got the Big Dick guy in my ass while the rest of the men fucked my pussy and mouth in turn. One of the women emptied a half bottle of wine into her cunt, and squatted over my mouth while I was getting fucked, and I drank as much as I could catch. One man fucked his wife’s ass and my mouth alternately, holding my face down so he could ram it into my throat straight from her anus. Fucking nasty.



Halfway through the night the three women took me to the bathroom and laid me in the tub. I thought they were going to clean me off, and they did, but not with the shower. The redhead stood over me and spread her lips with her hands, and started pissing. It came out in a forceful stream, on my tits, splashing on my face, then moved up to my mouth which had opened in shock. I was horrified, and humiliated, but as the stream finished and the married women took their turns, I became turned on, and then eager. All three of them pissed into my mouth and my cunt, and I licked their pussies clean. They were all shaved. I love shaved pussy. They rinsed me off and brought me back out to the men.



Later, after more sucking and fucking, I was on my back and felt one of the women kissing me. I opened my eyes to see it was Gretchen! That was hot. I grabbed her head and kissed her back, my tongue going into her mouth to meet hers. We kept kissing as two men fucked me and dumped their load in me. Then she stood, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, and sat on my mouth so I could lick her pussy. She came almost instantly, and I drank her sweet tangy juices.



It was a fabulous night, and Gretchen came back to my house and spent the night. I fucked her with a dildo and licked her ass, and she sucked my tits.



A few weeks later I had planned an evening at my house again, as Jim was away. Gretchen couldn’t come, but that was OK with me. But that was the night my life went completely sideways. Halfway through the night, I was being carried around the room by a giant black man with a tremendous cock. He was holding me under my knees with my back against his chest and his cock was buried as far as it would go up my ass. He was walking me around the room to each man to fuck my cunt, fill it with cum, and then move to the next one. I never heard the door, and I don’t know how much he saw, but as the third guy finished filling me with cum the room got quiet. I looked where everyone else was looking and saw Jim at the door of our bedroom. The guy carrying me turned too, and I faced my husband with a giant black cock up my ass and cum from three different men dripping out of my open cunt. He looked into my eyes, and then turned away without saying a word. By the time I threw some clothes on and ran downstairs he was gone, and then everyone left.



I didn’t see him again for six months, when we met at the lawyer’s office to settle our divorce. Gretchen had agreed to represent me when I decided to file for divorce. Believe it or not, Jim didn’t file; I did. I figured I had grounds on spousal abandonment. She filed the papers and Jim didn’t contest them. I stood to get the house and plenty of income from Jim’s successful business. So I was feeling pretty sure of myself when I saw him in the hall outside the conference room. Gretchen was with me when Jim approached with his lawyer, a smaller, balding man. Gretchen had told me the guy was pretty sharp, and I saw his face tighten when Jim asked to speak to me alone.



We walked alone to the elevators. Jim spoke in a low voice, very serious. “Before we go in,” he said, “I wanted to ask you one time if you might reconsider this.”



“Excuse me?” I asked. I was guessing that he might be having second thoughts about contesting, based on my actions, but Gretchen had said he would be too embarrassed to have all those details come out.



“Are you sure that you want to go through with this. I just wanted to give you one last chance to drop the divorce case.” So he wasn’t going to contest, he just wanted me to go away, I thought. Months later I would realize that he was trying to protect me from myself.



“Drop it? Hell no,” I told him, all full of my misplaced bravado. “If you’re so concerned about your money, maybe you should have thought of that before you stopped having sex with me. You drove me away, remember?”



His face took on a pained resignation, and he nodded silently. “Okay,” he muttered. “That’s what I was afraid of. All right.” He took a deep breath and turned and walked away, looking a little defeated. I felt victorious.



We went in, papers changed hands and were signed, the Lawyers agreeing to the exorbitant funds that I would be receiving. A couple of times Jim’s lawyer advised him that professionally, he was telling him, one last time, to fight the divorce, as he was giving up too much. But Jim remained firm, and the last papers were signed. Gretchen advised me to stay seated as they left. When he got to the door, as his lawyer left the room, Jim turned to me and said, “Goodbye Miriam. I hope you enjoy yourself.” Damn right I would, with his house and his money. I waved to him, then blew him a kiss.

Joe Sims was your typical everyday teenager, he was 18 years old and finishing up his senior year in high school and was looking to graduate near the top of his class. He typically ran track everyday after school but today his practice was rained out and he had to return home early. He was not to horribly upset as he was tired from all the practices they had been doing lately and was looking forward to a day off.



He walked quietly to his car in the rain and threw his gym bag into the backseat as he pushed the start button and the car roared to life. As he griped the shifter and was about to put the car into drive his cell phone rang. He quickly grabbed his bag from the backseat and ruffled through it trying to silence the annoying ringer. He finally finds it under his jeans as he answers it. “Hello.”



“Hey babe did you get rained out today?” asked the perky voice on the other end of the phone.



“Yeah, we did, I worked out in the weight room for a bit but I am not to upset about it though I wasn’t looking forward to another practice today.” Joe said as he yawned and stretched his legs trying to get his 6’4 inch frame comfortable in his small car.



“Well you know you could come by and see me at work before you go home today, between school and work and your school and track meets I would like to see you more.”



“Kara I would love to but every time I come by that place I end up smelling like onions all night.” He said with a laugh as he jokes about his girlfriends job.



“I was just joking babe I know you hate this place, but it is paying the bills that daddy isn’t picking up so a girl’s got to do what a girl’s go to do.” Kara said with a grin as she twirled the phone cord around her long fingers.



“I tell you what this weekend we will go out and have a good time, I know we haven’t seen each other enough lately with your college finals coming up and all my practices. But I am sure we can get together this weekend.”



“Okay babe sounds good to me, you know I love you and be careful on the drive home.”



“I love you too and I will.” Joe sighed as he threw his phone back in the bag. He loved Kara so much they had been together for so long but it had been getting harder and harder for them with her already in college and him still finishing High School. He began to talk out loud to himself as he took the long way home to think. “I love her so much, but we never see each other. I am so tired of waiting on her to be ready to have sex. But I care for her like no other.” He played point counter point with himself on the entire ride home not ever really resolving anything. But he had grown to find this self arguments therapeutic more then anything.



He turned the steering wheel of his car and pulled into the driveway along side his mom’s car. He had beaten his dad home again. He quickly grabbed up his bag and headed inside the house, yelling for his mom he got no answer as he headed towards his bedroom. Joe threw all his bags into the chair in his room as he turned on his radio, music blared from the speakers as he stripped down to nothing. “I need a shower bad!” He laughed to himself as he smelled his arm pits.



Joe then walks across his room stopping to check himself out in the mirror flexing his muscles and then laughing at himself for acting so silly. He opens the door to his private bathroom and is met by the sight of his mother in his shower. He freezes with shock as his eyes trace up his mothers body. The hot steam of the shower barely obscuring anything from his view. “Oh my god” he whispers to himself under his breath as he is shocked at the sight of her body.



Lana Sims was in the shower letting the steamy hot water relax her every muscle as she soaped up her hair. The water and soap running down her tan body blissfully unaware that her own son was looking at her naked as she soaped herself.



Joe thought he should move, but could not his body was stuck there his eyes glued to his mothers body, he traced her 36DD breasts with his eyes over and over again. All his friends had always joked about how his mom was the perfect milf but Joe never payed them any attention until now. He couldn’t help it he felt his cock getting hard as he looked on.



Lana finally rinsed all the soap from her face and body as she turned off the shower and opened the door to discover her son looking at her. “Oh shit! Joe I am so sorry I thought you had practice today, and your dad still has not fixed the shower in our room I apologize so much for this it has to be embarrassing for you.” She said with a smile as her guys saw her sons big hard cock.



“Ah no its cool mom.” Joe stammered to answer as he quickly turned around to hide his cock from his mom. “Isn’t it a bit embarrassing for you as well mom?”



“oh kind of sweetie, but you know me I don’t let much bother me.” Lana said with a laugh as she wrapped herself in the white cotton towel. She had always been a free spirit her and her husband married shorty after she became pregnant with her son she was only 36 and he was 18, they had actually grown up together somewhat. “If you give momma a quick second to dress I will be right out okay.”



Joe without a word closed the bathroom door and grabbed his clothes off the floor, he quickly dressed himself in his dirty laundry and ran out the door and down the steps. “What the fuck was that!” He said aloud to himself as he looked at the massive tent pole in his pants. He could hear his mom calling for him as he made the quick decision to get out of the house. He quietly closed the door and walked down the road in the rain trying to think about anything but his mom’s naked body.



Lana steps out into the hallway in just enough time to see the front door close as she calls for her son one last time. She smiles to herself as she feels her body tingling knowing she must have really had an impact on him as he left the way he did. “Well girl you still go it!” She laughed to herself as she walked into her bedroom and dropped her towel to the floor. She eyed her own body up and down, she worked hard to stay in shape her breasts were 36DD but still firm her tummy was flat and firm and her butt was a bit rounder then she liked but it too was firm.



Lana eyed herself up and down some more as she thought about how big and hard she had made her sons cock. The more she thought about the more turned on she became her hand slowly working its way to her pussy she teased herself in the mirror as she started to get more and more turned on her excitement was broken up by the sounds of the front door slamming shut.



“Honey, I’m home!” Lana’s husband Steve yelled from the doorway as he tosses his brief case on a nearby table.



“Hey sweetie, I’m in the bedroom!” Lana yelled back as she continued looking over herself in the mirror teasing her clit slowly.



Steve raced up the steps to see his wife, as he reaches the top of the stairs he can see his lovely wife standing there fully naked teasing herself. “Oh my Lana, what are you doing?” Steve questioned as he swallows hard and loosens his tie.



“I need you right now!” Lana says as she exhales hard and grabs her husband and pulls him in closer. Their lips meeting as all of Lana’s built up lust takes control of her body as her tongue forces her way into her husbands mouth. Their tongues swirling together as she begins pawing and pulling at his clothing.



“It is good to see you too baby!” Steve says to Lana as he pulls his lips away from hers just as she drops down to her knees and begins to suck on his just freed cock.



Lana’s lips wrapped tightly around Steve’s dick as she sucks it up and down fast and deep. She drools and slobbers all over his meat as she sucks like she has not sucked in a long time.



Steve picking up on Lana’s out of control lust wraps his hands up in her hair and begins thrusting his 8 inch thick cock into her mouth. He groans hard as he begins fucking her mouth pulling his cock nearly out before thrusting it all the way back in his balls slapping her chin. “Fuck yeah!” He groans as he has not had his wife in such a way in years.



“Fuck me baby! I need it so badly!” Lana begged for the relief she needed as her fingers worked over her pussy as Steve pulls his cock from her mouth and slaps it on her lips.



Steve grabs his wife picking her up from the floor and tossing her on the bed as spreads her legs wide teasing her pussy with his cock before finally inserting it balls deep into her. “Oh fucking hell, baby you are tight!” He groans as he continues pulling out and then shoving it back into her fast and hard.



“Oh yes baby I need it, I need it harder!” Lana’s body was on fire as she needed to cum and she needed it bad. Steve’s cock was thrusting and pounding her hard, both their bodies covered in sweat as both groaned and moaned together. ” I want to be on top, let me ride your dick.”



Steve wraps his arms around his wife rolling them both over and pulling her on top of him. He grasps her large breasts and begins squeezing them hard as his wife begins bouncing her ass up and down her pussy lips spread wide to take her husbands cock.



Lana can see herself in the mirror as she bucks her hips up and down on Steve’s dick. She can feel her body burning as she nears the relief she has been craving. “Oh fuck yes!” She screams a loud as she begins cumming on her husband’s cock, her eyes clinched shut her body quivering.



Steve still not satisfied as it has been a long time since Lana had been so horny like this he wraps his arms around her and continues fucking her. His hands grasping her hips thrusting upwards into her faster and harder.



Lana’s clinched eyes slowly open as Steve’s cock keeps pounding into her without mercy. Her eyes take a few moments to focus, as she realizes she can see the outline of her son Joe standing in the doorway his impressive teenage cock in his hand stroking it hard. Lana tries hard to keep her eyes diverted as so Joe does not know he is being watched. Joe stands in the doorway in what he thinks is just out of sight stroking himself hard. Having just came home from his run in the rain, he had hoped the situation with his mother would just have gone away, but having come home to such a sight as these he was losing control of himself much the way his mother had moments earlier with Steve.



Steve holding Lana tightly continued his thrusting as he neared cumming inside her. “Oh baby!” His gripped tightened as his cock jerks and explodes inside her. “I needed that so badly.” He said breathlessly as his wife rolled off him onto the bed. Her pussy filled with his cum as she rubs it then slowly sucks her fingers.



Joe having seen his parents finish sneaks off to his room to hide and finish what he started in the hallway. “What the hell is wrong with me that is my Mom?” He sits on his bed stroking his cock like crazy still.



Steve and Lana both get up off the bed catching their breath as they gather up the clothes they left scattered about the room. Steve holding his clothes in his hands heads into his bathroom.



“Babe you still haven’t fixed that shower.” Lana says with a smile thinking in the back of her mind how she would never been in the mood she was in had it not been for the broken shower.



“Why do you look so happy about that?”



“Oh no reason.” She grins as she twirls her long brown hair.



“I guess I will just have to use the guest bathroom.” Steve says as he heads down stairs to the other bathroom to get cleaned up.



“Oh yeah the guest bathroom.” She laughs aloud as the sudden thought of the guest bathroom enters her mind. She giggles a little to herself as she thinks about how if she just used it earlier then none of these thoughts of her son would be entering her mind right now.



Steve and Lana share a quick shower where the thoughts of her son once again enter her mind and while soaping her husbands cock she gives him a quick hand job in the shower. He grasps the side of the shower as his cock explodes again covering the walls of the shower, Lana smiles as she closes her eyes and thinks about it being her son she was jerking off in the shower.



Joe finally relieving himself the best he could, gathered his composure and headed down stairs meeting his parents just as they were exiting the guest bathroom. “Hey sport, how was track today?” Steve playfully slugged his son in the arm as he questioned him.



“Uh well it was canceled so, I uh just doubled up my time in the weight room.” Joe answered as he carefully thought out an answer all the while his face turning a deep shade of crimson.



Lana walking slowly from the guest bathroom as she listens to Steve and Joe discuss their days, and heads into the kitchen. “I can’t quit thinking bout him what am I going to do?” She asks herself as she begins to prepare dinner.



Joe and Steve sit in the living room and flip channels on the television as they wait for dinner. They make small talk about a variety of things. Joe sits there and holds his end of the conversation the best he can even though his cock is still semi-erect. Steve more interested in the episode of Sports Center then the small talk with his son, is unaware to his sons discomfort.



“Dinner is done!” Lana yells from the dining room as she sets the last plate on the table and takes her seat.



The two men rush to the table both quite hungry, Steve from his exploits earlier and Joe from over working himself in the weight room then running off as seeing his mother.



Lana tried to just eat her dinner and not think about her son, but it was not working the image of his teenage cock was still so fresh in her mind. She and Steve had been married since he got her pregnant at 17 years old. She loved her husband with all her heart but after so many years things were just so routine. The idea that a studly 18 year old boy was aroused for her, set her pussy on fire. She was unaware as to what all the teen boys in the are thought of her, all of them always telling Joe how they wanted her badly.



Steve and her had often talked about doing new and kinky things in the bedroom like they did in their youth. But these days more often then not, he was just all talk. In their younger days after their son was born and he stayed out with his grandparents, they would often engage in wild sexual exploits involving toys or other people joining them. But as they got older he just slowly stopped it all and their sex life became very vanilla. And now as she sat there looking across the table at her own son her mind racing 100 miles per hour. She knew what she needed and as wrong as it would be, it was her son she needed.



“So Joe, sweetie how was your day?” Lana asked as she took a bite to eat. Then slowly wrapped her full red lips around a straw she had placed in her drink.



“Well you know mom pretty average, nothing special” Joe stammered for the answer not knowing what his mother was possibly hinting at wanting to know.



“Well that is good. Oh and Steve sweetie you really need to fix our shower. Poor Joe here came home early and walked in on me showering in his.”



Joe sits there silent as his face turns a deeper shade of red he ever thought possible.



“I thought you said you doubled your work out and just now got home?” Steve asked wondering if his son had lied to him.



“I did, I mean I uh did yeah I came home walked in on mom and well I uh figured I would go back to the gym since she was using my shower.”



“Neither of you thought to use the other bathroom.” Steve asked as he is confused about the situation.



“Nope” Both Lana and Joe answer at the same time.



Steve just laughs at them both and continues shoveling the food into his mouth. He was slightly older then Lana, and the last few years had worn on him. They fought a lot more then normal about everything from sex to money. He thought to himself that maybe this little sexual escapade when he came home was a sign things were turning a corner for the better for them. “Well son it is not like your old mom here isn’t hot stuff. I mean am I right or what? I mean couldn’t have been to bad seeing her in all her glory?” Steve tried to make light of the situation all the while not knowing the feeling both his wife and son had been having since it occurred.



“Actually no dad it wasn’t bad I can see why so many of my friends check mom out now.” Joe’s face burned as he got through that answer without stammering at all. And actually felt surprisingly confident as he said it.



“So Joe, did you see anything interesting on that second trip to the gym? Because I thought you just ran down the road after our little run in.”



“What mom?”



“I thought I saw you just go out the front door. I never heard your car start. And I thought I heard the front door when your father and I were still in the bedroom” Lana playfully raised her eyebrows, she really just wanted her son to admit he seen them and that he liked it. Her mind raced as to how hot that would be to hear him admit it.



Joe’s confidence quickly eroded as he wondered if in fact his mother caught him spying on them having sex earlier. “I uh well?” Joe stammered again and this time his mind went right back to the sight of his mother’s heaving breasts as she rode his father. His cock sprang to life again as he threw his napkin on the table and ran upstairs to his room.



“Okay, I’m lost what the fuck just happened here?” Asked Steve with a slightly angry tone as he too throws his napkin on the table.



“Calm down! Look here is what happened. He was about to get into his shower when he walked in and caught me in there. He was naked and he got turned on by me. And then he did just run off he hightailed in out the front door. So when you got home I will admit it I was turned on by the fact I turned on a teenager. So that is why I was so horny, and while I was on top he caught us.”



“What?” Asked Steve as his mind struggled to comprehend the story he was just told.



“He caught us he was jerking off in the hallway watching. And well I thought it was hot. I just for some reason wanted him to admit it.”



“Oh my god, Lana what have you done?”



“Me, me what the hell have I done? I’m mostly innocent here he is the one who was spying on us.”



“We need to go talk to him right now, you know this right?”



“Yeah I do but, honey it is going to be way way uncomfortable.”



“Well I am sure you can find a way to ease his discomfort.”



Lana lays her napkin on the table unsure of what her husbands last comment was supposed to mean as she follows him upstairs to Joe’s room.



“Open the door son we all need to talk!” Yelled Steve as he knocked with a great deal of force on the door.



“Go away both of you please just let me get through all this myself. I don’t want or need a talk.”



“Baby its momma please open the door, I am so sorry.”



Steve grasp the door knob tightly as he throws his shoulder into it popping it open.



“Get out please!” Joe pleads as he sits there his cock hard as steel and bulging his pants.



Lana slowly sits beside her son and kisses his cheek before she wraps her arm around him. “I am so sorry I don’t know what came over me baby.”



Steve grabs a nearby chair knocking all the stuff out of it he drags it over to the bed side to sit int front of them and join the talk. “Mom is just a bit wild sometimes sport, she is sorry that she freaked you, but you are 18 I mean should she really still be having to hide things from you? So you saw us is it really a big deal?” Steve tried his best to downplay the situation as his thoughts wandered back to the old days that he too missed, of when he watched his wife fuck and suck other men. His cock slowly began to stir in his pants as well.



Lana looked at her husbands bulging pants and then looked to her sons bulge as well. Her pussy dripped with excitement as he realized she had two throbbing dicks all for her.

Ellis stood warily before the judge. His crime was small but this was a small town. Crime was an insignificant concern in Sparklewater. Ellis knew the reason for that was because Sparklewater had the reputation of swift and particularly harsh punishment. So swift in fact that Ellis had been tried and convicted in a matter of days. All that was left was sentencing. That matter was up to the judge. Ellis’ case was heard before a judge known to be intolerant and heavy-handed with his sentencing.



That had Ellis scared. He was a young man of 19 years and his only crime was petty theft. He understood that it was the wrong thing to do but Ellis appealed to the judge for leniency.



In a crude underground facility only miles away…



Her full lips wrapped around the hardened mass. It swelled bigger and freely leaked precum. She swallowed the musky liquid and sucked hard on the thick pipe. Her lips and tongue worked until the large shaft and equally large balls exploded with copious amounts of potent ejaculate. She let the purple head slip from her lips, it shrunk back down to her thighs. The giantess threw her head back against the stone wall with frustration. This was empty satisfaction for the sex-crazed, mountainous shemale.



The giantess’ name was Tess. She was seven feet tall with impeccable posture and ample curves all the way around. Her long red hair and rosy cheeks hadn’t lost their luster after all these years in the crude imprisonment.



Tess was a giant shemale who lived with her people on a peaceful island somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. The shemales had one great love. They loved to fuck. They loved to make men and make them their property. This worked well for generations on the island. They got their fuck dolls one of three ways. Either through a shipwreck or a boat that saw their fires and went to explore. The last way took some initiative. Nearby passing ships were targeted by the shemales’ boats. They forced entry and took all the men they fancied back to the island. Then they really got to know them.



Tess smiled to herself about the way things used to be. That’s before their population of men dwindled. Fresh butts became harder and harder to come by. This split the peaceful community. Eventually, shemales preyed on one another. It was akin to cannibalization. They had no other choice. It was friend against friend in a fight for dominance which left the other submissive. Their aching cocks wouldn’t let them stop. They needed the carnal satisfaction that only another could provide.



The shemales finally devised a plan which would make everyone happy. They set sail for another land where the men were plentiful. That brought them to America. The giant shemales eagerly surveyed the land and found many men of all different colors and sizes. Their cocks grew and leaked precum at the sight of such a beautiful land



Tess pulled a man off the street and dragged the screaming snot into an alley where they could be alone. That great feeling didn’t last long as the giant shemales were ill-equipped to defend themselves against the police. They were captured or killed in the process of capture. Tess had gathered three men for herself by the time she was captured. She found herself underground in her present situation very soon after that. They starved her. Starved her of the only thing that mattered to a giantess like her. Booty.



Back at the courthouse where Ellis waits to hear his fate…



The judge peered out over his half rim glasses at Ellis. The judge had a sour look on his face which seemed to soften as he looked at Ellis, or so Ellis thought. This gave him some confidence that maybe the judge would indeed be lenient.



The judge explained the charges against Ellis and then spoke, “I sentence you, Ellis Johnson, to one night in the Sparklewater facility,” he added, “for extreme punishment.”



The words reverberated through Ellis’ head. One night? Ellis thanked the judge and practically skipped back to his holding cell. Just one more night. He could do that standing on his head. Ellis elected to skip dinner as he decided he’d wait until he could eat at home. Ellis sat alone in cell as the sun began to set.



Two guards unlocked his door and informed him of his transport to the the Sparklewater facility, for extreme punishment. The transport took less than a half an hour before Ellis found himself outside what looked like the entrance to a basement. He looked around for any identifying marks. One of the guards kicked some dirt off a sign which reach “Sparklewater Facility, For EXTREME Punishment,” Ellis instinctively gulped. The other guard unlocked his handcuffs.



They hefted a backpack out of the car and threw it into his arms. Ellis almost fell backwards from the heavy bag. “Take that in case it’s hungry.”



“I think food will be the last things on its mind,” the other guard remarked and they both laughed. Ellis tried to ask a question but the heavy doors were unlocked and he, along with the backpack, were unceremoniously pushed inside. Ellis fell from there about ten feet and landed on the backpack. He looked back up just as the guards were shutting the doors. “Say hi to the ol’ gal for us,” the other added, “We’ll be back for you in twelve hours.” They closed the doors and the light from outside was extinguished.



Ellis adjusted his eyes to the low light that was available inside here, whatever here was. He blinked repeatedly before pushing himself up. The ground was just dirt and sand. He wiped it off his hands and heard a sound from deeper within the cave-like place.



Tess had heard commotion from ground level. She thought it was nothing until the doors opened. She might have tried escape again but the doors were just above her amazingly tall reach. Then she heard a drop. Tess prayed it wasn’t food as she quietly hurried over. Her heart began to pound as she saw the man they had thrown down. He was still adjusting his eyes to the light. She got a good look at him from the darkness. He was more a boy than a man. Tess didn’t mind that one bit. Her giant penis began to expand within her loincloth.



“Who’s there?” Ellis asked with more than just a hint of fear in his voice.



There was no answer.



Tess continued to size up the new arrival. Most of his body was hidden by a prison uniform but that would be gone soon, she told herself.



Ellis saw a spark and squinted his eyes to see a fire being lit. Shadows still cast over the lighter of that fire though and Ellis’ legs felt too much like jelly for him to walk.



“Who are you? Can you tell me more about this place?” He asked.



Tess remained quiet. She finally lit the little fire which filled the cave-like underground facility with a new light. She stepped out of the shadows and stood before the boy.



His eyes traveled up the impossibly large, sculpted legs of a woman and immediately bulged out at the sight of her tented loincloth. The flimsy piece of cloth did little to conceal her obscenely large bulge. Ellis opened his mouth but no words came out. His eyes followed her stomach up to the swell of her huge breasts, encased tightly in another piece of cloth. His eyes fixed on them for a moment but he was still speechless. Finally, he nearly had to look all the way up to the ceiling to see her face. Her feminine, stern face and long reddish hair, which draped over her ears.



Ellis thought that she didn’t look old. Her body was nubile and her face was wrinkle-free but she didn’t look young either. Ellis really didn’t know what to make of the giantess looming over him. Her face was stern but her eyes seemed very pleased. Tess took a step forward and noticed the backpack.



Food. It’s laced with something that makes me sleep so they can fish him out in the morning, Tess thought.



Tess bent her knees and leaned down, she still towered over the much smaller Ellis. Her piercing eyes cut through him, “You’ve been a bad boy? Haven’t you?” Her nose crinkled.



“Wha… what?” Ellis’ mouth was dry and it was a struggle to sputter out the word.



“That’s who they throw down here. Bad boys. I don’t know why. They throw down tough guys and just plain assholes.” Tess looked him over more carefully from her closer vantage point.



“I’m not as selective as I once was. It doesn’t look like that would be a problem with you. I like what I see.” She smiled her first smile at him.



It did little to put Ellis at ease. Her gaze made him uncomfortable. “I stole… stole something. The judge sentenced me to a night here. I mean, this is the right place?” He wondered aloud.



“Oh yes. It’s the right place. So you stole something? I knew you were a bad boy. These tough guys find themselves here and they aren’t very nice to me. They scream and curse. It only gets worse when they realize what I want.” Tess told Ellis calmly.



“What is that? What you want.” He asked.



Tess lewdly grabbed her swollen, giant-sized organ and gave it a squeeze as she spoke, “Just you. More than want. It’s what I need.”



Ellis inched backward until he found himself against the stone wall directly below the two doors he had fallen through. His face went red and he shook his head but couldn’t speak.



Tess made up the room by scooting closer to him, “What’s your name?”



Ellis peered around the room but didn’t see any way to escape. He could try to run, but where? She was massive, he couldn’t defend himself. It looked like she could wrestle a bear. He couldn’t go through with what she wanted though. That was preposterous. He was straight, after all. She had to be mad.



Tess smiled more warmly this time, “I’m Tess. Now go on and tell me your name.”



He thought for a second and answered, “It’s Ellis.”



Tess smiled again and reached out to him. Ellis pulled back until his back was flush with the cold stone.



Tess seemed exasperated, “I’m trying to work with you here. It’s not something I have to do. There are things that I need. I’ve explained that to you. I don’t want to hurt you to get them. Okay, Ellis?”



He didn’t answer, looking away.



She spoke again, “All those bad boys. Those those tough guys. The big mouths I was talking about before. They have something in common. Each and every one of them. No matter if they refused me, or fought me, or screamed for help, I got what I needed from them in the end. All of them. I’ll get what I need from you too. Which way is it going to be? Are you going to fight me?” She ran her big paw down his arm.



Ellis shook his head no and was met with another smile. “Maybe you aren’t such a bad boy after all, or just a smart one. Now I want you out of these clothes.” Her last sentence wasn’t said as sweetly and felt more like an order.



Ellis reluctantly complied and stripped the prison uniform off his body. Tess licked her lips slowly, “That’s more like it.” Her hungry eyes wandered over his body. “Oh my, what a sweet little body. You don’t grow much hair do you?” The giantess chuckled.



Ellis felt very exposed, being naked in front of this giant woman he had only met ten minutes ago. Was she even a woman? She had the body of a woman, a gargantuan body, and then she had that equally massive bulge. Ellis didn’t know what to make of it.



“I want you to turn around and show me that ass of yours.” Tess told him.



Ellis barely heard her as he began to wonder who this she-man really was and where she came from.



Tess suddenly grabbed his narrow shoulders and shook him violently with a force that he thought might break his neck. She let him go as quickly as she had done it. He had never been manhandled like that and dropped on his hands, his head dizzy.



“You follow my orders. Do you understand? Make me do something like that again and it will be worse. You HAVE to listen to me or this night is going to feel like an eternity.” I wish, she thought to herself.



His dizzied head weighed the options and he realized that he had to listen for his own sake. Whatever she wanted, he had to comply. It was the only way he’d survive the night. He knew it was true. He couldn’t fight this mountain of a woman or the humongous cock between her thick legs.



Ellis shook his head yes. She made a pointing gesture to the wall. Ellis turned around and bent over for the giant shemale.



Tess’ eyes locked in on Ellis’ supple butt cheeks. They were spread just about an inch from Ellis’ being bent over. She could just get a shadowy glimpse between the two globes. “Use your hands and pull your butt cheeks apart. Do it now.” She told him.



Ellis’ embarrassment and shame were evident on his face as well as his body. His entire body seemed to redden at the intrusion but he did as she instructed him and gently spread himself open for her.



Precum leaked through the loincloth. Her stiff erection begged for attention. What Tess saw was worth more to her than all the gold in the world. Food, money, even her old shemale friends meant nothing to her. This was all she needed. Ellis’ treasure was exposed to her. Everyone had this treasure, but they were rarely if ever as beautiful as this boy’s, Tess thought to herself.



She eyed between his boyish butt cheeks. It was just too pretty. His wonderful little crack. The texture and deep pink coloring of his anus. Tess let out an excited whoop which startled Ellis.



“Turn around before I get ahead of myself.” She ordered.



Ellis obediently did as he was commanded and turned to face her, his eyes lingered on the bulge under her loincloth which seemed to have grown, if that was possible.



Tess undid the tie on her loincloth and the flimsy cloth fell down her thighs. A huge, hard cock sprung up and pointed right toward Ellis. It was easily a foot long and so thick that he didn’t think he could even get a hand around it if he tried. Spiderweb veins lead up her shaft to the purple, wet tip. Two giant balls nestled up to her thick, sculpted thighs. Ellis swallowed hard.



“First things first. Show me how honored you are to be here with me.”



He pulled his eyes from her cock and looked up at the giantess kneeling next to him, “Please. I’m not trying to disobey. What do you want me to do?”



“Kiss it.” She said promptly. Tess lifted herself up to her feet. The giant cock was only inches from his mouth when he sat up on his knees.



Ellis inched forward and gave the incredibly hot, wet tip a little kiss, pulling back quickly. A string of precum followed his lips back. Tess chuckled, thrusting her hips out toward him and pressing her big cock head against his soft lips again. She maneuvered her cock and painted his lips with the precum like she was applying lipstick. Ellis closed his eyes but didn’t pull away.



“Open up.” She told him.



Ellis looked up the giant form of the shemale and looked into her eyes with a pleading glance. She looked back at him with fire in her eyes. He knew better than to disobey and slowly opened his lips.



She pushed the tip of her cock, stretching Ellis’ lips open wider, and managed to fit half of the tip inside. Ellis swallowed the precum. Her cock tasted like it hadn’t been washed in a while but it wasn’t pungent to his taste buds. The spongy consistency was unique. It was hard as a rock and soft and warm in his mouth at the same time. He struggled as she pushed the rest of her tip inside him, with a moan.



The tip filled up nearly all of his oral cavity. Her hips rocked back and forth rhythmically. The slit continued to produce more precum which he quickly swallowed.



“Now suck,” she added, “Use your tongue.”



Ellis’ tongue crept over the hard mass and he started a swirling motion around the big head.



“Oh… boy. I haven’t had my cock sucked by someone other than myself in… oooh suck it. That’s a good little cocksucker. I know exactly what to do with you…” She cooed.



Tess’ rhythmic rocking became faster and harder as Ellis struggled to stop gagging on her huge meat. She grabbed his head in a frenzy, sending her cock deeper inside his mouth.



“I’m going to make you a deepthroater! Yeah… you’ll like that…” She trailed off.



Ellis’ hands pushed against her thighs but she was too strong. Tess didn’t even seem to notice his reluctance and wouldn’t have cared anyway. She pushed the meat deeper into his sucking mouth. His mouth caved in as he tried to expel the intruder but that just made it more pleasurable for Tess, whose eyes were closed tightly at the time.



“Now you know. You’re all mine. Tess’ property. You won’t be stealing anything anytime soon. Just suck this cock. Yeah.” She told him.



He choked on the massive shaft as it forced its way into his throat. Tess roared in pleasure, which was the only warning that she was about to cum. She thrust her hips against his face while using her hands to pull him closer as the explosion hit. More than half of her cock was in his mouth and at least a couple inches down his throat.



Volley after volley of the hottest, stickiest cum shot from her cock down his throat. Ellis felt like he might pass out but couldn’t get free of the massive cock. He was forced to swallow every drop. Tears ran down his cheeks from the sheer pressure of her cock as she spent the rest of her load, crying out in intense pleasure herself.



Tess pulled her massive shaft from his mouth. Ellis fell to the floor, gasping for breath. She grabbed her discarded loincloth and used it wipe up the cum and spit mess that was left on her half-hard cock. “Thanks for that, sweetheart.” She laughed.



Tess was the happiest she’d been in as long as she could remember. She skipped around the underground room as Ellis struggled to catch his breath. Cum was leaking down his face and onto the dirt floor. He felt like cum was even leaking from his ears. What he hadn’t swallowed was everywhere. He was a sticky mess. This wasn’t the kind of cum he produced either. His few dribbles were nothing in comparison to Tess, who could paint his entire body white with the stuff.



Tess threw a rag at him and told him to clean up. He did as she ordered and cleaned his face off. They didn’t speak. She’d glance over at him with a big smile and blow a kiss if she saw him looking. A couple minutes passed and Ellis finally recovered from giving his blowjob.



“Alright… you’ve gotten what you want. Let’s just sit here and wait for the sun to rise so I can get out of here.” He told her.



She looked puzzled. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, haven’t you?” Tess snarled at him, “I figured I had worked that out of you. I guess there’s still more to be done. I’m up for it. Come over here. Now.” She commanded him.



Ellis crawled closer to her on the other side of the room. Her body was lit up by the fire, her massive cock lying against her thigh, still impressive. Tess patted the ground next to her and he moved there.



Tess pulled the cloth of her top off without a word. Her full breasts spilled out. They floundered against each other until finally settling on the ground. The sight gave Ellis an erection. Tess noticed and smiled, “Does my bad boy like what he sees?”



Ellis slowly shook his head yes.



“Kiss me.” Tess told him.



He tentatively moved closer and planted his lips on her cheek. Tess laughed loudly, the way her voice could fill the room startled Ellis.



“That of all places is where you choose to kiss? You just gave my cock a sucking and now you’re acting wholesome. Don’t be so coy, my darling Ellis.”



Ellis kissed the giantess’ full lips. Tess quickly wrapped her arms around him and pushed her oversized tongue into his mouth. Their tongues wrestled for a minute (hers won) before she let him go. Ellis kissed her shoulder and then the side of her big breasts without prompting. He was shocked to look down and see Tess’ cock rock hard again.



“Now comes the most fun for me, Ellis. This is going to hurt you, my sweet. I can’t say it won’t. Just listen to me and we’ll limit the pain together. You have to listen to me. Do as I say or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She warned him.

This story can be read standalone but it is a prequel to another one I’ve written, “Stiff Sentencing For A Young Man,” this story delves into Tess’ past. The past of the mysterious shemales who came to America for their rich supply of men and were apprehended or possibly killed in the process by authorities. Step back in time with me and learn about this once peaceful society of giant shemales…



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It was a beautiful day. No one on Inacock could have guessed that this would be the day that things changed. Most lived in genuine harmony with one another and enjoyed life. These giantesses loved to express themselves, they loved pleasure, they loved and longed for sexual servicing. Sex was their one great love.



These massive shemales had equally massive hard cocks and hefty balls. This large equipment had them very horny all the time. Sex. Fuck. Sex. They needed it. The huge shemales needed it more than food and even more than air, or so it felt.



The giantesses lived in harmony because they did get sex and lots of it. Either from ships which somehow found themselves at Inacock or through actively chasing ships down and drafting men to be used for their pleasure. The day was a beautiful one which presented untold danger because this was the day where these precious butts… errr… men were lost.



A particularly overweight but pretty shemale hurried up a hill even taller than she was. Her name was Marie. She worked for the Queen of Inacock, Queen Katherine. Marie didn’t have good news for Queen Katherine. No, it wasn’t good news at all. Reports was spreading out over the village that a cave-in had released their reservoir of male servicers.



Ordinarily, that wouldn’t disrupt life on Inacock too much. Queen Katherine would dispatch a search party to find these disobedient servicers and bring them back to the giantesses for punishment. The report went on to say that the men escaped by way of one of the shemales’ ships.



Marie knew what that might mean for Inacock and checked it out for herself. The reports were true and the men had indeed escaped, with a vessel no less. Marie made it to the top of the hill and hurried though Queen Katherine’s elaborate quarters before finding the Queen. Marie could see that Queen Katherine was otherwise involved with one of her personal servicers. Marie stood quietly at the doorway and watched…



Queen Katherine had spread the man’s ass cheeks and with a grunt unbecoming of a Queen but completely natural on Inaocock, stuffed her long, stifling cock inside the man. He did his best not to shout out. This was only his second week on Inacock and he wasn’t used to being stuffed like this. Queen Katherine got the best new booty available.



The Queen expertly snapped her hips and thrust her cock deep inside the man. He had been part of a diving mission that got lost in the vast ocean and saw the fire from Inacock, they docked to ask for supplies when he and his mates were promptly taken as property of the shemales of Inacock. Now he was one of the Queen’s rumps and had twelve inches of Queen Katherine shoved into his tight asshole daily.



The shemales on Inacock enjoyed fucking so much that they’d often screw multiple servicers dozens of times a day before their swollen cocks would be satisfied. Queen Katherine was in ecstasy as the man below her clung to the bed sheets for dear life. Her dick seemed to grow even thicker as her back arched and she shot a massive load into the man’s ass.



Queen Katherine turned around to catch Marie in the doorway, Marie’s cock was dripping precum onto the floor. The Queen quickly kicked her cum-filled servant under the bed and covered her naked, sweaty body with a robe. She followed the trail of cum from the floor up to Marie’s skirt, “Perhaps you’re not getting enough if you have to sneak in and watch me take a man, Marie?” The Queen’s red lips formed a smile.



“I’m sorry, Queen Katherine. I came here with news and it can’t wait. The reports are true.”



Queen Katherine’s smile immediately disappeared and the color seemed to leave her elegant face. “How many?” She asked.



“My Queen, I’m not sure how many men escaped…”



“No,” Queen Katherine’s eyes shot up to Marie’s, “I mean…” She looked over to her servicer who was currently sprawled out on the floor, rubbing his sore ass, “How many are left?”



Marie searched her mind for a moment, “Just the ones that are kept in homes with some girls.”



“That isn’t very many at all.” She walked over to her servicer and lifted the surprised man up in her arms, Queen Katherine handed his trembling body to Marie, “We must share now until we set sail to find more men. You can’t walk around leaking like that. Have him and enjoy.”



Queen Katherine walked out of the bedroom and left Marie alone with the small man cuddled against her big, soft body. Marie gently tapped the door shut with her butt and walked over to the bed.



Tess walked through the village. The sex-filled tranquility had taken on a frenetic new feel. The mountainous shemales bounded through the village for confirmation of the reports they had heard. It didn’t sound good. Shemales yelled back and forth throughout the village trying to find out how many men were left and what they were going to do about it.



Tess made her way through the bustling village until she could see the sloping hill where the Queen’s home stood. Queen Katherine and Tess had a long history. Tess believed in the Queen and was ready to lead a ship to look for more men. They couldn’t last like this for long. She was relieved to see the Queen already out of her home and briskly walking down the hill. The Queen’s two sisters followed on either side. They met up where the slope ended and hugged tightly, their oversized breasts mashing together.



“Is it true, my Queen?” The hug broke and Tess bowed before Queen Katherine in a show of respect which was usually reserved for formal occasions in favor of just a hug.



“I’m afraid so, Tess. I’m going to the stage for a village discussion.”



“I will pledge myself to any expedition for acquisition of more men to line our bedrooms.”



The Queen shook her head appreciatively and set off for the village with her sisters. Tess and the Queen’s sisters shared an uneasy relationship. They were brutes compared to Queen Katherine and a bad influence on the village. They were steadfast proponents of harsher treatment for the men they plundered. Queen Katherine, Tess and many more villagers felt that using them for gratification whether they liked it or not was enough.



Queen Katherine ascended to the stage and called out to the woman of the village. They trickled into the modest stadium quickly. Tess saw a friend of hers, Jessica, and sat next to her. That may have been a bad idea because Jessica was young and naive and very fearful that the giantesses’ honey hole had run dry. Jessica saw Tess with the Queen and pestered her for answers.



“Is everyone that can make it seated? Great.” Queen Katherine stalked the stage, flanked by her sisters. “I must start by telling all of you that the rumors you’ve heard today are true. Marie as well as many of you have seen firsthand that the men we stored for use were freed last night and escaped on one of our ships.” A huge gasp washed over the entire crowd of shemales.



“Don’t worry. The situation is under control. Tess has already graciously offered to lead a ship with the sole mission of getting us more men. Until then, I urge everyone still in possession of men to share them. Share their wonderful flowers with your neighbors and their neighbors. We will get through this unfortunate moment in time. I promise you.”



“She’s promised a lot of things!” Someone shouted from the crowd.



Tess immediately recognized the voice. It was Donna. She was a particularly nasty shemale who had long been at odds with Queen Katherine. People in the audience were surprised at the disrespect but said nothing. They didn’t want to get on the bad side of Donna. She was the biggest shemale in the village at eight feet tall and a great deal of girth. Donna was enormous. She knew how to use it too with the men she terrorized.



Queen Katherine paused before speaking, “Let us not let the voices of a few get to our heads. This is a time to work together and make due with what we have,” she calmly asserted.



“They’re keeping all the men for themselves. You’ll all see. We won’t have enough. Our horny cocks will suffer while theirs grow fat in the tight rectums of secret servicers!”



The Queen’s sisters would have escorted anyone talking back to the Queen like that out of there but they strangely stood quiet. It was Queen Katherine who was done.



“That’s enough! Report to Tess if you’ll join her on a ship to find fresh meat out there on the ocean… and get in contact with Marie if you have any men at home you’re willing to share so that she can coordinate a time when we’re all allowed turns.”



~~~



Tess set sail with a group of other giantesses but came back after three days fruitless. Not even one peach. Tess and her women did the same thing the next day and extended their journey to a fourth day but found no trace of other ships. The village was getting restless. There wasn’t enough booty to go around. The huge shemales’ full balls hung heavy.



Then the worst happened. Men were being brutally screwed upwards of twenty times a day and being so filled motivated them to plot their escape. They knew that since the other men had escaped before it could be done again. It was a week after the cave-in that freed the reservoir of men that almost all the men escaped on a small ship. All men but those wrapped in the massive arms of their owners and the Queen’s personal servicers had gotten away.



Restlessness turned into something worse. Violence had broken out. There were reports of shemale-on-shemale sex, such was a last resort and highly frowned upon. The giantesses couldn’t control their needy cock and sought relief with one another. Amid all this uncertainty, Queen Katherine held another village discussion and urged an end to this shemale fucking which had been taking place. She asked for more time.



Donna rudely butted in again, “It was your decision to store the men in that reservoir in the first place! You didn’t prevent the rest of the servicers from escaping either! Another expedition will do nothing. Those men went home and warned their comrades about Inacock!”



Shemales argued back and forth and some shoving occurred. Young Jessica clung to Tess’ arm.



“CALM!” Queen Katherine’s cut through the crowd and made her sisters, who were presently doing nothing, jump about a foot in the air.



“Tess will set sail again tomorrow. There will be no more shemale-on-shemale fucking. We must keep it together, girls!” She warned.



~~~



Tess did set sail again the next day with the same result. Things got worse after that. Friends were starting to turn on friends in their desperate need for booty to screw. Tess returned with her band of horny shemales to this situation. Young shemales were being picked off first by Donna and her allies in the village. They were manipulated and tricked into sex. Tess kept a close eye on her friend, Jessica.



She took Jessica up the hill to break the bad news to Queen Katherine. Marie buzzed around the room with a big smile. The room smelled pleasantly of sex and Tess saw a servicer leaking cum on the floor and surmised that Queen Katherine had just let Marie have a taste.



Queen Katherine looked hopefully at Tess who cast her eyes down the floor. “Perhaps Donna is right. Perhaps the men who escaped did warn their countries not to sail here.” the Queen said.



“It can’t be true, my Queen. We’re going to get lucky like Marie just did.” Marie giggled. Tess and Queen Katherine shared a knowing smile.



“Maybe not. I know what Donna is doing though. She’ll split up this village if we’re not careful, Tess.”



“That can’t happen.”



“That’s why you’re going back out bright and early tomorrow. For a week this time. I would like to tell you to stay out there until you come back with men but I’m afraid I may need your counsel.”



Tess readily agreed to the Queen’s wishes. “And before you two leave. I should offer you a go with my friend on the bed over here. I know it’s been a while, Tess. Your restraint amazes me.”



Jessica jumped at the chance but Tess grabbed her arm and said, “We must prepare for this long journey and it must be a success, Jessica. There’s no time for this.” Jessica pouted her pretty lips all the way down the hill from the Queen’s residence.



~~~



Tess, Jessica and the rest of their party set sail next morning. They spent a long week in a ship on the ocean. Harsh waves beat against the boat and made their journey a perilous one. They were unsuccessful in finding ships to board and men to take back to Inacock but they survived. It was dark when they made it back.



Tess and Jessica followed the beaten path back to the village from where they docked their ships and they heard mysterious sounds. They hurried closer and realized that the sounds were cheers. Screams and shemale roars could be heard as they saw smoke from the fires. Just on the outskirts of the village they saw Donna approaching them. She was fully dressed in an odd outfit closely resembled ones Tess had seen that shemales of generations past wore during warring. Jessica hung on Tess’ arm.



All three walked until they met, “Good to see you back, Tess,” her eyes flicked to Jessica, “and who’s this?” Donna licked her lips.



“This is Jessica, my friend and a great ally on the ocean.”



“I don’t see any men with you though. Are they still on the ship?”



“We didn’t have any luck.” Tess told her dejectedly.



“Oh well. Better luck next time. Well, it was nice meeting you, Jessica.” Donna opened her arms to hug Jessica which shemales often did when they met, but Tess didn’t think it felt right under the circumstances.



Jessica held onto Tess’ arm so hard that she was almost losing circulation. Tess gently steered Jessica in Donna’s direction and she reluctantly embraced Donna, whose open arms wrapped around Jessica. Donna was over a foot taller than Jessica and a lot bigger around. Tess could see that Jessica wanted out of the hug but Donna held it. All of the sudden, Donna’s hands slid down Jessica’s back and cupped her big butt cheeks through her skirt, Donna’s lips moved closer to Jessica’s ear, “I mean it was really nice meeting you.” Tess pulled Jessica away to Jessica’s great relief.



Donna had a big bulge in the strange skirt she wore which hadn’t been there before the hug with Jessica, “I better get back. We heard something and I went to check it out. That’s when I found you two. All three of us are missing a good show back at the village.”



Tess was puzzled, what was going on back at the village? She grabbed Jessica’s hand, who didn’t want to be within ten feet of Donna, and dragged her back to town.



What Tess found back at the village shocked her. Fires were lit all around the stadium and they lit up the dark sky. There had to be at least fifty shemales out there. Tess recognized the Queen’s sister on stage. Two shemales stood side by side in front of the stadium, looking up at the Queen’s sisters.



“You, who both promise yourselves to this war pit, using only your bodies as weapons, will do battle, ” her sister added, “You, who both promise yourselves to the outcome, whether winner or loser. The winner to not injure once the battle is done and the loser to submit yourself to any and all desires of the winner.”



Both women uttered “Yes.”



Tess recognized one as an old friend from school, Amber, and another woman who sold chicken in the town square, Veronica. They were a long way from Tess’ memories of them. Battle? Did Queen Katherine know about this?



The Queen’s sisters lit a fire on the stage which must have signaled that it was okay to fight. The crowd went wild. Tess watched the display. Big boners bobbed under the skirts of the two women. Veronica scratched Amber across the face. She was tackled and they punched and kicked each other on the dirt floor.



The crowd cheered loudly. Veronica threw Amber against the stadium and the assault continued. Amber countered and they continued to scuffle. Tess couldn’t believe it but continued to watch. Finally, Veronica threw Amber to the floor, her old friend cried out and begged for the fight to stop.



That was fine with Veronica who dropped to her knees. Tess’ old friend was lying on her stomach, her face to the crowd. The crowd was uproarious, Amber dropped her head to the dirt. Veronica lifted up Amber’s skirt and revealed her ass. “You scratched me!” Veronica spread Amber’s firm butt cheeks apart and dug her cock inside her little butt hole. Veronica roared loudly over the crowd and immediately started a string of thrusts inside Amber whose head had been pulled out of the dirt.



“Bounce that fat ass back against my cock, that’s it!” Veronica’s cock disappeared inside Amber’s asshole and reappeared again. Veronica moaned and spanked Amber’s ass, though she followed the rules and didn’t hurt Amber.



Tess looked down and realized that her cock was erect. Shemale-on-shemale sex was such a taboo thing but here was half the village cheering about it. Tess looked over and saw that Jessica’s cock was hard as a rock as well. Tess couldn’t stop watching Veronica’s big balls as they slapped against Amber and Amber’s bubble butt being screwed. She took every inch of Veronica’s dick.



Veronica’s back stiffened as she cried out, unloading what it looked like she’d been saving for days. Amber grunted while her insides were filled with the sticky mess. The Queen’s sisters quickly escorted a satisfied Veronica and woozy Amber off the stage. Tess watched as both of them were ushered into a hut, Veronica dug her nails into Amber’s butt cheeks as they entered. I guess it doesn’t stop at one fuck in front of the crowd, Tess thought.



Donna walked out in front of the stadium and quieted the unruly crowd. She spoke, “I will take my turn now that Veronica has found a happy ending with Amber,” the fire was bright enough that Tess had a perfect view of the big smile on Donna’s face when she turned toward them, “I will challenge Jessica to a round in the war pit with me!” The crowd roared.



The Queen’s sisters walked toward Tess and Jessica. It didn’t look like this war pit was much of a choice and Tess knew that Jessica had no chance against Donna. Tess threw her arms up and stopped the Queen’s sisters, “Continue your fun, Donna. Jessica and I must see the Queen and inform her of our journey!” The crowd let out a sigh and the Queen’s sisters looked back at Donna for direction. Donna shook her head and Tess took off for the Queen’s residence with Jessica almost stitched on her arm.



“Thank you, Tess. Thank you so… so much.”



“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got to talk to Queen Katherine.”



“Do you… do you think afterward maybe we could see if Veronica will give us some alone time with Amber?” Tess didn’t answer.



They made it to the Queen’s residence and found her sitting in a big chair. A servicer on either side. Queen Katherine seemed to be watching the fire solemnly. “We’ve returned, my Queen.”



“… And brought nothing.”



“My Queen?”



“I know what’s going on in the village, Tess. I know that and I know you were unsuccessful.”



“Your sister’s were there too. They were following Donna’s orders.”



“I said I know. They can’t be trusted anymore. Always were bad seeds… right?” She chuckled.



“What’s going on? Why are they doing this?”



“They’re damn horny, Tess. They’re listening to their cocks and their cocks need asses and throats to fuck. It doesn’t matter so much whose. There’s nothing I can do…. nothing anyone can do.”



“You can’t say that. The village is falling apart. This isn’t right! You have to stay strong, my Queen.”

Queen Katherine perked up a bit and finally turned to look at her visitors, “How do you know that I can do anything? That we can change anything. Without men to fuck, there is no village, no community.”



“There’s still hope. The worst thing we can do is let the village die. Let the people succumb to their worst instincts. We’re friends, not fuck buddies. We need more servicers and I believe we can find them if we have more time.” Tess offered.



“Perhaps you are right.” Queen Katherine ran her fingers gently through the hair of one of the servicers at her side.



“I can’t let this happen, my Queen. I can’t let friends fuck friends. Jessica and I will try to put a stop to this even if you won’t help us.” Jessica, who has been attached to Tess’ arm since the cave-in that freed the servicers, suddenly jumped away from Tess at those words.



“I will try.” Tess hung her head and walked out.



Tess stumbled down the hill through the dark night until she got closer to the stadium where fires blazed. The cheering and screaming got louder in her eardrums. Two more giant shemales were now fucking for the entire stadium to see. Tess stomped right out there and pulled a very surprised shemale off the giantesses’ ass below her. The Queen’s sisters moved to intervene but Donna stopped them. She walked out onto the floor and faced Tess to the roar of the crowd.



“What do you think you’re doing, Tess?”



“I’m ending this. It’s barbaric. Shemales don’t fuck shemales! It’s been this way for generations!” The crowd booed her.



“Donna waved and the crowd quieted down. “I will make a deal with you, Tess. Defeat me, right here, right now. Defeat me and we’ll stop. We’ll listen to you. You’ve got to be willing to fight, Tess.” Tess angrily stared Donna down, face to face, eye to eye, and accepted her challenge.



“But if I win… if I win… you and that little girlfriend of yours, what’s her name? Jessica, that’s right. You and Jessica spend a little quality time with me in the hut. How does that sound?” She smiled.



The crowd got louder than they ever had been before. Little else could be heard. Tess shouted that she accepted. The Queen’s sisters got up on stage to start the battle just when…



“SILENCE!”



All noise ceased and every set of eyes looked up to see the Queen standing there. The rest of the shemales who weren’t partaking in this activity got out of their homes. Even Veronica and Amber left their private time in the hut, cum ran down Amber’s butt cheeks.



“You will all listen to Tess. You will all listen to your me, your Queen. I tell you now that this stops tonight. Friend will not be pitted against friend. Not while I have anything to say about it!”



Donna looked out over the crowd and then over the people who had come from their homes and seemed to agree with the Queen. She spoke just as loudly as the Queen, “Those who don’t agree with this new policy of no fun will not put up with this. We don’t have to. Anyone who still wants to fuck can come with me! Get in line, girls!”



Almost every face from the crowded stadium joined the caravan. Veronica wandered over but Amber stayed behind. Most notably, the Queen’s sisters got in line and followed Donna away from the village. The Queen told everyone to return home and made sure they all knew that she was holding a village discussion tomorrow.



~~~



The discussion was held just as Queen Katherine had promised. Tess looked out on the stadium which was filled with fewer people than normal. Donna and her allies had left a big hole on the village. Good riddance, Tess thought. Tess saw Jessica but didn’t sit by her. Tess took a seat next to Marie who whispered that she had a hot little hole borrowed from the Queen at her house now and Tess could try him out if she wanted, Tess thought she would take her up on it, her dick aching from lack of use.



The Queen began, “Today isn’t about what we lost. We lost Donna and we lost the people who were out last night to fuck. The people who made this a war pit instead of a stage and stadium for discussion. Losing that isn’t losing anything at all. Today is about the future. If my very good friend, Tess, will accept, I’d like her to resume searching the ocean for ships.”



Tess winked at Queen Katherine and the Queen smiled, “I’d like to announce today something that I’ve been thinking about for a long time. I’d like to announce to you all here today that I will abstain from all sexual contact until every shemale in this village has a tight ass to fill with cum at night. My servicers will go to the use of the village. I know how horny all of you are. Take mine and use it as yours, for today, we are one.” The crowd clapped and a few even cheered, much different than the cheers from last night.



The Queen continued, “I will be facing the same situation all of you are until more booty is found. I expect no shemale-on-shemale sex during this time. We must keep this village safe. Donna’s actions have hit us all hard, my very own sisters left with her. It hurts us all. We must not stoop to their level.” With that, the village discussion was over.



~~~



So it was. Tess set sail again. She even allowed Jessica to board the ship and they were gone over a week this time. Not one ship was spotted during that time. Morale aboard the ship was at all an all-time low and she could only imagine how the village must feel. They came home with nothing once again.



This time though, the village didn’t look too different. Shemales seemed to be watching their backs though. They whispered to one another when Tess returned. Tess made sure Jessica got home safely and then went to the Queen’s residence.



The Queen’s residence was messier than Tess remembered it. She found Queen Katherine pacing in the study. An enormous boner tented her skirt. Tess chuckled and them returned to her dark mood.



“Nothing again?”



Tess nodded, “Nothing again, my Queen. What happened here? Everybody seems to be on edge and where is Marie?”



“Oh, Tess. Donna has been raiding this village what seems like every night. They take food and shemales too. They got Marie…”



“This can’t be. No! We must get her back!” Tess frantically shouted.



“We already tried. We found Marie dressed in their new cloth and snuggled up against Donna.” Queen Katherine couldn’t even look Tess in the eyes, “We found this note.” The Queen pulled something out of her tented skirt and handed it to Tess. It read…



“I have Marie. She didn’t struggle. I keep her close. She’s safe in bed with me every night. You wouldn’t know it because of your shemale-on-shemale ban but she has the cutest little mole on her left butt cheek. I love biting it. She moans and moans all night. XOXOXO Donna.”



Tess looked up at Queen Katherine, “What of the village? Has there been any more trouble?”



“The people have been good. I feel like the tide could turn at any moment though, but there’s something worse….” She sighed, “I can’t go on like this, Tess. I’ve scheduled a village discussion within the hour but I can’t do it.”



“What?” Tess asked worriedly.



“I’m too horny. My boner won’t leave me alone! I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t even think. What do you think people would say if I joined Donna?” She laughed.



“My Queen! You must be strong! I suspect your pledge is the only thing keeping these people from turning on each other. This village would fall apart without you guiding it now, in one of its darkest hours.”



Queen Katherine looked at Tess with fear in her eyes, “You don’t understand. I don’t know how you do it. You put the village first each and every day. I could do that as long as I had servicers to fill with cum every morning, every afternoon and every night. Now I don’t. All I have is an aching cock which won’t go away. I’m just not strong enough…”



Tess had only ever seen the Queen so uncertain of herself on that night during the war pits, but the Queen had overcome and showed up when it mattered most. The difference was that she had servicers then and she didn’t now.



“…My Queen, if you can’t, then I will help you. No one will know… you must accept.”



Queen Katherine searched her eyes, “You can’t be serious?”



“I will take your burden. It has to be done. The village needs you.”



“You truly are a servant of the people, Tess. I just… I just…”



Tess moved forward and grabbed the Queen’s hand, guiding her to a chair, Tess sunk to her knees in front of the Queen. “You’ll be ready for the village discussion. I’m going to make sure of it.” With that, Tess undid the Queen’s skirt and freed a very hard cock. Precum ran down the veiny shaft. The huge cock of a Queen. Queen Katherine wrapped her hand around the big root and tangled her other hand in Tess’ long hair.



“I shouldn’t tell you this but I’ve thought about this before…” She bounced the hard tip against Tess’ full lips. It was amazing that they could be so red and vibrant, her lips weren’t chapped at all from the harsh wind on the ocean. They were soft, wet and everything Queen Katherine had been dreaming of.



Tess’ tongue slithered out and captured the precum, licking up the long shaft. Queen Katherine moaned. “Don’t make me beg. Be a dear and suck it, Tess.”



Tess did as Katherine asked and swooped down on the hard cock, swallowing it in her velvetty mouth. Queen Katherine threw her head back and started bucking up at Tess’ mouth. Tess worked her tongue around the musky shaft, sending a shiver down Queen Katherine’s spine. “You’re the best friend a girl could ever have, Tess.” Tess swallowed up a spurt of precum.



Slurping and slobbering noises filled the room as Tess really began to suck the hot pipe of her Queen’s cock. Her mouth swallowed on as much as it could. More of the shaft slid between Tess’ lips. Her tongue ran over the tight surface skin. “You’re wonderful, Tess. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Oh… fuck… take more. Your tongue is… it’s everywhere at once!” She moaned, wrapping her hands around Tess’ head and pushing it lower on the enormous cock.



Tess’ lips took Queen Katherine’s fat cock all the way to the root. It entered her tight throat and Queen Katherine’s legs shook. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t speak anymore and communicated by saying, “Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. You’re… Oh Fuck.”



Queen Katherine’s cock swelled even harder, she threw her legs out, held Tess’ head tighter, she gave a loud shout and started ejaculating. More than a week’s worth of giantess shemale cum funneled from Queen Katherine’s cock down Tess’ throat. Tess swallowed and then she swallowed some more, keeping the pressure on the Queen’s cock.



Cum rolled down Tess’ chin and dropped between the Queen’s legs to the floor. The eruption finally subsided but Tess continued to tease the tip with her tongue, leaving the last inch in her sucking mouth. Queen Katherine looked down at her new cocksucker and smiled brightly. They got up and the Queen thanked her profusely.



“You’ve done a great service for your Queen and for your village. It won’t be forgotten. Blowjobs like that never are.” She gave Tess a playful tap on the ass, Tess’ face turned a shade of red, and they both walked out. Queen Katherine happily jogged down the hill while Tess struggled to reposition her hard cock and anxiously wiped the leftover cum from her lips.



Tess sat next to Jessica. Jessica elbowed her and asked, “What did the Queen say? I’ve been hearing some strange things here. Marie is gone.”



“Nothing. We’ll talk later.”



“Your breath smells weird, Tess. What is that? Sort of musky…”



“Quiet now and let’s listen.”



~~~



The Queen gave a stirring speech and warned against Donna’s attacks. The crowd was still on edge but seemed in much better spirits. It was nearly dark out by the time the long discussion had ended. Tess was going to head home for the night when the Queen beckoned her over. Tess was hopeful that she’d be tapped to lead another journey on the ocean. The Queen smiled and motioned to the tent in her skirt and then to her residence.



During another blowjob, Tess managed to get out of Queen Katherine (along with a lot of cum) that she intended Jessica to go in her place and lead the ship. Tess swallowed every drop of cum again and let the shrinking cock fall to the Queen’s thighs, she licked her lips of cum and begged the Queen, “This is my mission. Jessica wouldn’t know what to do. These women trust me. I beg you, let me go instead.”



Queen Katherine wrapped her arms around Tess and rubbed her boobs against Tess’, “You’re much more valuable to me here. I need you here, little cocksucker. Jessica will be fine. Leading the ship isn’t that hard.”



Tess was thanked again for the fantastic blowjob and departed. Her mind was a blur. Jessica would go instead of her? Leading a ship wasn’t that hard? Her job sucking the Queen’s cock was more important than finding men to fill the reservoir? Tess didn’t know what to make of today.



Tess went home and found Jessica waiting for her. “What are you discussing with the Queen? You’re keeping things from me and I don’t like it!” Jessica shouted like a little girl.



“Calm down, Jessica. Tonight isn’t the night to do this.” She warned.



“You have a secret supply of booty. You and the Queen. I know it! I get some too or I’ll tell everyone!” Jessica whined.



“There is NO secret supply of booty! There is nothing! The Queen wants you to go in my place to lead the expedition for men.”



“She… she wants me?” Jessica’s mood quickly changed and she smiled excitedly, “I get to run a ship! Oh, this is great, Tess. People will do what I say and we’ll find men and I’ll be a hero!”



“They’re replacing me with you and you think that’s just great!”



“What?”



“I save you from Donna and you desert me when it matters most. Then you accuse me of keeping a booty supply from you and are just so glad that you’ve replaced me!”



“Tess…”



“Donna took a real liking to you. She’ll foam at the mouth when she learns you’re back tonight. Don’t expect me to protect you. Donna will probably try to take you the first chance she gets before you board the ship and are out of her reach.” Tess told her coldly.



“Oh my. Oh, Tess. You’re… you’re right.” Her pretty eyes started to well up with tears, “Where will I go?”



“Why do you think I would care? I think I’ve stuck my neck out enough for you and gotten nothing good in return.”



“She might be on her way here right now! People were saying that she has spies here that pass along information. She knows I’m back! I’m not safe. These people talking at the town square, they said Marie isn’t the same since Donna got her. Donna takes people and they aren’t ever the same again, Tess. She does things to them. You’ve got to help me!” The young giantess wailed.



Tess couldn’t help but feel her heart soften for Jessica. She was just a young, helpless little giantess. Letting her fall into Donna’s hands would be like feeding her to the sharks. Tess pulled Jessica’s body against her. They embraced as Jessica let out a long sob. Tess patted her back gently and whispered that everything would be alright.



“I’ve been such a horrible friend, Tess. You’ve.. you’ve been so good to me.” Jessica whimpered.



“It’s okay. It’s okay. Nothing bad will happen to you tonight.” Tess’ hands slowly ran down Jessica’s back and stopped just before hitting the swell of her butt.



“You do everything for everyone and they’re so ungrateful. I see it now, Tess. I’ve been so worried about my own hard cock that I never even thought how horny you must be.” Jessica pushed her head against Tess’ breasts, “You haven’t had a servicer since the cave-in. You’ve been too busy trying to keep this place from collapsing…”



Jessica pulled her head from Tess’ chest and they stared into each others’ eyes. Tess brushed the blond hair out of Jessica’s face, her eyes sparkled with tears. Before either shemale knew what was happening, their lips pressed together. Tess slipped her tongue between Jessica’s pliable lips. Tess’ hands dug into the soft flesh of Jessica’s young butt as their tongues mingled. They both moaned as the kiss broke. Big boners had formed in their skirts.



“There’s that flavor again. The one I smelled on your breath earlier today…” Tess captured her lips again before Jessica could finish the thought.



They kissed for several minutes, their hands freely roaming the others’ body. Jessica smiled sweetly at Tess and said, “I want to make you feel good Tess. I know how badly you need it.” They both looked down at their hard cocks. Tess’ precum was showing through the skirt and she already felt like she could cum at any moment.



Tess sat back on the bed with her big tent pointed toward Jessica. The young shemale walked over to her friend and got on her knees. Her nimble fingers undid Tess’ tight skirt. Tess’ hard boner was unbelievably hard. Her swollen balls were overflowing with cum and precum ran her cock, pooling on her balls. The reddened mass was capped off with a twitching, purple head.



Jessica shoved the purple head in her mouth and started applying suction. Tess’ cock was so sensitive that her balls threatened to cum at every swirl of Jessica’s tongue. She knew that it wouldn’t be long before she unloaded a gigantic payload into Jessica’s mouth. Jessica’s soft lips pulled on Tess’ massive shaft. She took even more of Tess’ cock until her mouth was full to the brim.



Her head bounced vigorously on Tess’ cock and that sent her boobs flying in every direction. Tess felt guilty for looking but she couldn’t help it. They swung against themselves and looked about to ready to rip out of Jessica’s top. Jessica took her warm mouth off Tess’ aching dick and the spit-covered cock shivered in the cool night air. Tess didn’t have time to question it before Jessica’s tongue was licking the precum off Tess’ balls. Her lips wrapped around one of the big balls and sucked loudly, which sent a shiver through Tess’ entire body this time.



Jessica rubbed Tess’ hard, red cock over her face as her lips broke into a smile. Tess smiled too and blew a kiss. Jessica’s hands jerked Tess’ shaft gently and pointed the tip at her mouth. That’s when she took Tess’ cock back into her mouth and really started to suck.



“Jessica… Jessica… Jessica!” Tess called out. “Suck that cock you beautiful shemale. Fuck. Suck it good or your ass is Donna’s!” Tess’ hands cupped the back of Jessica’s head and pulled her lower on the big pipe.



Jessica tried to answer but it was hard with such a thick cock filling her mouth, “Ye… mmmmmhmph… Ma’am.”



“I’m going to cum! That’s a good girl! Keep sucking….!” Tess’ voice broke into a cry as her balls began to expel the copious liquid they held. It was like a fire hydrant went off. Jessica struggled to maintain her composure as her throat worked overtime to keep up with the huge load. Tess’ eyes were clenched shut. Jessica’s lips kept milking her cock…



Just then! The door burst open. Donna, with Marie next to her along with the Queen’s sisters stormed into Tess’ home. “I hope we’re not interrupting.” Donna laughed.



Jessica jumped to her feet and wiped her face with her arm. Tess shoved her sticky cock back in her skirt.



“What do you want, Donna? You shouldn’t be here.” Tess had fixed her skirt and stood up now.



“I came for the girl. I see you beat me to it though. What a shame. I guess I’ll have to take both of you.” Donna poked the Queen’s sisters and they walked toward Tess and Jessica.



“Leave them alone!” Everyone in Tess’ house looked back and saw Amber, Tess’ old friend and the giantess who’d lost her fight in the war pit.



“I assumed you’d have a sore ass. I didn’t think you’d be a sore loser too. This doesn’t concern you. Get out of here now.” Donna ordered her. When Donna ordered, most people listened, but Amber stood her ground.

Quite sad that it was my last fuck with him :( (true story)



I walked into the “playroom” and reminisced about the last time we’d fucked on his pool table. I turned when Kevin walked in. His hands slid around my hips and gripped my ass, pulling me towards him. I ran my hands over his arms and we kissed, his mustache tickling my lip. We made out as he massaged my ass.



Kev pulled my shirt over my head and caressed my breasts. I sighed, kissing his shoulder before tearing off his shirt. He was just my type, muscular and cut with a few tattoos. I ran my hands over his abs and pecs and he laughed as I drooled. My bra and pants made it to the floor, and I bent over the pool table in my thong. I smiled as Kevin stared at my ass with pure lust. He knelt behind me and took the globes of my ass in his hands before kissing them and pulling my thong down.



In one smooth push he was inside me, stretching the walls of my pussy. I moaned and arched my back as he sheathed himself inside me. Kevin started pounding into me, gripping my hips and pinning me against the table. All I could do was moan and scream as somehow, without foreplay, I was already close. My hands gripped the felt of the table and my pussy tightened around his cock, making him feel even bigger as he hit all the right spots at once.



I came hard and fast, screaming and slamming my hips back onto his. As my pussy quivered and I sighed onto the table, Kevin slowed his thrusts and slid his hands over my back. I caught my breath and flinched as his cock hit a sensitive spot. He kissed my back and rubbed my clit before guiding his cock back inside me, stretching me anew.



My clit has always been my weak spot, and my knees felt like they were going to give out immediately. But Kevin held me as he entered me and rubbed hard. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned like a bitch in heat. The fire from my clit spread fast when he picked up speed and I was pushing back towards him again. Right before I came he stopped rubbing me. I caught my breath through each moan in time with his thrusts. He started pounding me hard, bruising my hips against the edge of the table. My orgasm caught me off guard, forcing me to lie forward on the table as I screamed and shook on the end of Kevin’s cock. He kept pumping until I stopped quivering then pulled out, kneeled down, and gently covered my ass in kisses.



Kevin lifted me in his arms, his tattoos stark against my clear skin. I turned to him and pressed my sweaty body against his, his tongue finding mine while his hands explored my breasts. He gently pushed me back against the table and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue. He had me panting in less than a minute and I lifted myself so I was sitting on the rail with my legs spread. Kevin took my clit into his mouth and sucked in one long, continuous movement and I screamed.



He stood, positioned himself and entered me once more. He still stretched me even after fucking me so hard and I moaned into his mouth. He gripped the rail and started with smooth, full strokes, entering me all the way before nearly pulling out each time. I watched his huge cock disappear inside of me, the sight making it ten times hotter. My pussy spasmed around his cock and we both moaned from surprise. He started thrusting faster, still making those amazing long strokes. We made eye contact for a second before he kissed me hard and deep, and I felt another orgasm coming. Fucking magic cock, I thought to myself.



His thrusts got even faster and I could hear his balls slapping against my ass. I kissed and licked his chiseled chest and shoulders, moaning as I went. I didn’t see his hand move but he suddenly pinched my clit and it was all over. I screamed and bucked and he held me tight, thrusting and pinching through my whole orgasm as I almost fell off the table. He sheathed himself inside me and held me as I came down, mewing and kissing his neck. I came back to Earth as my feet touched the floor and I kissed him again. He turned me back around and told me to stay put.



Looking over my shoulder, I saw him reach for the KY jelly. He spread some on my ass hole and lubed himself. I closed my eyes, focusing on relaxing as he lined up since it’d been a while since anyone had been back there. Kevin pressed gently against my hole and started slipping in. The head entered, and I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t hurt at all. He let me push back at my own pace, and I pressed my ass against his hips. Reaching forward, he cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples as he ground his hips against mine. I moaned and watched our shadow on the wall.



As he drew out about halfway, his hands returned to my hips. Kevin sank back into my ass, pinning me to the pool table. Out of nowhere he picked up the pace, slamming in and out of me. I braced myself against the table as he pulled nearly out each time and screamed when he sheathed himself inside of me, wrapped his muscular arms around my torso, and held me tight against him. His teeth sank into my shoulder, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.



One hand slid down my stomach and pressed against my clit, bucking me against him. I couldn’t move as he tortured me, grinding my clit and keeping his cock absolutely still in my ass. He went further down and pushed two fingers into my pussy before pressing the heel of his hand against my clit. My knees buckled, and I think it was more his cock that was holding me up then his arms. He worked me then, his hand in and on my sopping pussy and his cock stretching my ass. He rocked me back and forth and I couldn’t stop screaming from all the stimulation. My hands gripped his arm for stability as I felt my legs weaken even more and I warned him that I was about to come.



He pushed hard with both his hand and hips and I simply exploded, my pussy soaking and clenching his hand and my ass spasming around his cock. It felt like thunder rolled through my body so loud I couldn’t hear my own screams as I all but convulsed in his arms. As I came down, Kevin laid me on the pool table and pulled out of my ass, coating my ass with his hot seed.

Welcome back! In this chapter, Matt finds out who he is. Disclaimers are in part one. Of course, all characters are over 18. Hope you enjoy.



Chapter 2



Matt and Sheila were walking hand in hand through the blackness of the rocky wasteland that lay in every direction beyond the Sanctuary of Forsaken Souls. They slowly picked their way among the rocks and sand, and a charred breeze blew over them.



For the most part, they did not speak. There was little to say after Matt announced his intentions to Sheila.



He was going to bring her to the Valley of Judges. He was confident that she should be judged.



Sheila held that it was insanity, but she plodded on. She craved his touch, particularly the way his big hands encircled her neck when they fucked. Besides, eternity was a bore, and she was enjoying Matt’s companionship more than any other soul she had been screwing in the Sanctuary.



“Ow!” she cried, stubbing her toe and stumbling. Matt steadied her.



He lifted her easily into his arms and cradled here, and resumed marching through the dark waste.



“I’m okay,” she said after a few minutes.



“So am I. I could do this indefinitely.”



“Look,” she said, pointing to the horizon. “See the redness?”



“Great!” Matt said as he saw it. “We’re finally heading out of these dark wastes!”



“And heading into Avernus. It’s a fiery lava field full of demons. Are you sure you don’t want to turn back now?”



“There is no turning back,” Matt replied.



“You’ll change your mind when you see it,” she warned, but to no avail. He insisted on moving forward, and carried he while he plodded on towards the red light.



After a few miles, Matt noticed that it was becoming possible to pick out the rocks that were strewn along the hill, so he let Sheila walk, and they picked up the pace a little. Looking over at Sheila, Matt admired not only her supple, feminine curves but also the purpose in her step, the focus in her gaze.



She in turn would frequently turn to look at him, the goliath of a man, the dim glow from the horizon accenting his mountainous muscles. She wondered what their potential was. Could he fight the demons with his bare hands, and win? Such a mortal was unheard of, or at least very rare. He would have had to have been a mighty prophet to have such a strong spirit.



The dirt gave way to bare rock. They made their way over a rise and surveyed the lands beyond. Black volcanic rock was lined with veins of lava.



Suddenly they spotted a creature emerging from a cave. It was a marilith, a six-armed woman who from the hips down had a powerful, massive snake tail. Her torso was a sickly jaundiced color and her hair was writhing with snakes. Her lips were the color of seaweed and she bared sharp fangs. The obscene creature had full, heavy breasts that it was cradling seductively. It brandished an assortment of blades in its hands.



“Get back!” shouted Matt as he placed himself between Sheila and the demonic creature.



The demon moved with surprising alacrity, slamming Matt with her tail and sending him sprawling. She lunged for him, coiling her trunk-like tail around his body and squeezing. She held her blades at the ready if needed.



Matt struggled, pushing out against the demon’s crushing constriction attack. Slowly, he pushed back against her, and she cursed him in her demonic tongue and began cruelly carving out his eyes and flaying the flesh from his face. He tried to shut his eyes as her serrated cleaver tore into his flesh and popped his eyeballs.



A lesser soul would have given up, but Matt was determined to make the snake bitch suffer. He reached out with both hands, groping wildly and grasping her forearms. He pulled on her arms with a sudden jerk, until she was too close for swords. Then, he head-butted her.



He could only hope that his technique had been effective. He twisted his arms around hers, snapping two of her arms off at the elbows. She recoiled in pain and tried to slither away, but he lunged for the sound and got her tail. He squeezed until he crushed the powerful corded muscles underneath, leaving much of her tail paralyzed.



The marilith tried to move, but her tail was dead weight on her body. She flailed at the ground and dropped her weapons in an attempt to crawl away from the giant’s crushing arms. Matt however was feeling his way up the rest of her tail. He sat down on the small of her back and grabbed the her head, pulling and twisting it.



The snakes in her hair bit his arms repeatedly, filling them with venom, and she tried to pull his hands away with her arms, but he held on with desperation and twisted with all his might.



Unable to rip her head off, Matt tore her other arms off. Now with six arm stumps flailing, she was all but helpless as he proceeded to pound her face into the rock. He grabbed her head with both hands and slammed it into the ground, over and over. Each time it made a sickening sound like rotten wood crunching. He kept going until her head had been crushed to a pulp.



The demon’s corpse dissolved into thin air, and a rush of light began pouring out of Matt’s body. His eyes and mouth glowed, as did all of the wounds in his face and arms. Energy filled his being to the core, and flooded out. In a blaze of light his wounds were healed, the poisons purged, and his strength renewed.



“You can fight them! You can!” Sheila jumped for joy, hope filling her heart.



“That was too close,” he said. He scanned the skies, both eyes in sharp focus. “Quick, there are others coming this way. Come on, run!” He led her towards a cave that he spotted not far away.



As soon as they had entered it, however, their surroundings seemed to dissolve and change. They found themselves in a strange hallway lined with doors. Dim green light from the far end of the hall illuminated the way, and from the cracks in the doors, came light of other colors, from red to yellow to white.



A ferocious-looking demon with the legs of a bull and the head of a white wolf and a battle axe turned and spotted them. A snake growing from its back hissed at them.



“Quick!” Sheila called, opening the door next to her. She tumbled through it, but when he attempted to follow the door had already slammed shut and was locked.



The demon, a molydeus, was almost upon him, and it was swinging a wicked looking battle axe.



Matt lunged for the door across the hall, and tumbled through. Little did he realize that like Sheila, he had walked through a one way door to the lair of a demon.



He was ankle deep in hot water, inside of a cave. The walls were illuminated by an intense red glow.



“Sheila!” he called, spinning around.



She was not there. The room was unoccupied, from what he could tell. The cavern was ringed with a series of stalactites and stalagmites that formed a wall, there was only darkness beyond. One side of the room had a smooth rock formation that protruded from the shallow water to form an island large enough to lie on.



The cave was about the size of a typical living room, and there were a few shelves with books and candles.



Opposite from the side of the room with the island, the floor beneath the water seemed to drop away, the water was deep and black.



No, there was something there. As he watched, a female slowly emerged from the water. She possessed surpassing beauty, dark red lips curled in a seductive smile and her steaming curves were dripping with rivulets of hot water from the water she had just emerged from. The sight of her generous curves and nearly hairless pussy almost overwhelmed Matt. He took note of her horns, bat-like wings, and a tail, and even if he had no idea what a succubus was, he suspected it would tempt him in order to defeat him.



He made a lunge for her, sure that he would break her scrawny neck with a quick twist, but the floor was too slippery and he couldn’t pounce as fast as he hoped. She dodged and levitated to one side. He plunged into the hot water, creating an enormous splash that rebounded throughout the room.



He was now submerged in the water, heated from a hot spring somewhere. It made his body tingle all over and he shut his eyes tight to keep the water from stinging them. He kicked for the ground below and felt nothing but water. With a stroke from his arms, he reached the surface, sputtering, and hurriedly wiped the water from his face. Blinking, he scanned every corner of the room only to find the succubus reclining on a rock as if it were as soft as a couch.



She was propped up on one elbow and smiling with amusement. Matt’s body was growing hotter every second he stayed in the water, and the heat was making him dizzy. Her sexy laugh was quite unmistakable, even amidst the splashing and through his waterlogged ears. He struggled to pull himself up out of the water. The rock was smooth and slippery and he was forced to reach forward, place his palms flat on the rock and very slowly push his body up out of the water until he could lift a knee up over the ledge.



“My my, what have we here,” she mused, as his muscles flexed and he made his way up onto the ledge. “Such an amazing specimen. You look good enough to eat.”



Matt was so dizzy he could barely take a step forward. Was it the heat, or something else? He took a step forward and clenched his fist. He tried to reach back, but his body would not respond.



“I wouldn’t bother trying to kill me in my own lair. You don’t have a prayer in hell.” She giggled. “Oh, I rarely get to use that one,” she sighed wistfully. “Really, big man, why bother?”



She took a bottle of perfume down from a shelf. Pointing it at Matt’s face, she squeezed the pink bladder several times, releasing a series of pink clouds that floated towards him.



His cock twitched with the very first puff of perfume that hit his nostrils, the flowery musk made his mind spin harder with each cloud that hit.



She walked up to him and pressed her fingertips against his rigid abs. “Truly amazing. Who are you?”



“I don’t know,” he managed dumbly. “Call me Matt.”



“That’s better,” she said, confident that he would not try to kill her anymore. “Mine is Aryella. Pleased to meet you.” She was close enough to sniff his cock, and she immediately sensed that he had been with another woman. The other thing she sensed was that he was a very pure soul. Practically a virgin.



“This Sheila you’ve been fooling around with, she can’t make you feel anything close to what you’re about to experience,” she went on, moving closer to him. Her face was about the height of his sternum, and she was very close to him.



“Oh my, oh my oh my!” she exclaimed. “I know I smell pussy here, but there’s something else I smell. Have you never, not once–”



Her green eyes burst into fire for a moment as she reached out to cradle his heavy nut sac. “You’re practically, for all intents and purposes, a virgin! What’s more, you’ve lived a long life. A long, horrible life no doubt, because for all those years you never once spilled your load! You never came! Not once! Not once!”



Aryella could hardly contain her excitement, and as she massaged Matt’s nuts, his cock grew rock hard and he shuddered. Her eyes continued to burn with green flames until she finally pulled her hand away.



Despite the way that evil intent was written all over her face, Matt found himself fantasizing about doing Aryella in all sorts of ways. His mind was not his own. He needed to escape, but where was he?



“Where am I?” he managed.



“You are in a small pocket dimension near both hell and the astral plane. It’s not much, but I’m sure you’ll find it cozy enough.” Aryella had woven many spells through her little room-sized realm, and she took pride in it. “Have a seat on that rock,” she added. “I wasn’t expecting such a special occasion.”



“What to wear,” she mused to herself, standing on the far end of the room. She turned her back to Matt and snapped her fingers. A full length mirror rose up out of the water and she posed in front of it. With a small arcane gesture, her reflection was suddenly clothed in lacy red lingerie, her ample breasts pushed up high and spilling out of half cup corset.



“What do you think, too tacky?” she asked as she looked at Matt’s reaction through the mirror. “How about this?”



She waved her hand and now her reflection had her wearing a Catholic schoolgirl’s outfit, except the pleated skirt was too short to be believed, and she wore thigh high stockings instead of socks. Her reflection’s dark hair was done up in cute curly pigtails.



“Not bad,” she chuckled. She turned to face him, and as she turned the outfit appeared on her. In one quick movement, she was modeling the schoolgirl outfit for him while giving him a mischievous smirk.



“I don’t understand how you got to live your whole life without letting loose a little steam, but I imagine that religion had something to do with it. I chose this outfit because it seems to be popular among repressed men. You must have been very, very repressed.” As she said that, she pursed her lips into a kissy face.



“I don’t know,” he replied. “I wish I did, I would tell you if I could.”



“You poor, poor thing. Don’t worry, as I begin to taste you, I’ll learn,” she said, strutting towards him while unbuttoning her blouse. Her horns and tail, those signs of her demonic nature, faded from sight. She looked like a young girl but her steps were hypnotic.



The red light in the cavern grew dim, replaced only by a white light on Aryella. She seemed to be walking on dry ground now, and for some reason she was not growing closer. It didn’t matter, Matt enjoyed watching her walk, watching her hips sway. She removed her blouse entirely and her heavy breasts were encased in a naughty red satin bra.



“Let’s get to know you, while you get to know me,” Aryella said, twisting the ends of her pigtails around her fingers and then releasing them with a bounce. “We’ll need some scenery.”



Illumination to the background returned, but now they appeared to be in a secluded forest. Actually it seemed to be a park, because there was a path, and Matt was seated on a bench. Aryella sat down next to him.



“Let’s cuddle for a moment,” she said, leaning her head against his muscular arm.



Her touch sent a warm tingling throughout his body. Even her clothes turned him on, the feel of the fabric of her skirt and her stockings against his hip and leg made his heart beat faster. He sensed that she was moving in on her prey.



She sensed something else. He had the mark of a guardian angel upon him.



She cursed, realizing that in order to make a move she would have to confront the angel. Succubi were terrible against angels, since angels lacked sexual ability. Even the weakest angel would defeat her.



“Please, don’t do this,” he said, sensing her hesitation. “Let me go.”



“For now, make yourself comfortable,” she said, getting up and walking away. The scenery, her schoolgirl outfit, everything melted away and they were back in her cavern.



She pulled a massive tome off of a shelf and began paging through it. She stretched out her wings once more, flipping pages until she suddenly stopped.



Lifting a wing, she looked closely at Matt’s marking, and back at the marking on the page. “Rigel,” she breathed.



Rigel was a minor fallen angel. Since Matt’s guardian was a fallen angel, there had to be a dark purpose behind the mark. Rigel probably singled out Matt for a particularly terrible fate, one that would not only condemn his soul but be a victory for the dark dominion as well.



This was troubling to Aryella, because she hardly felt a victory for the dark dominion was necessary. Mankind was nothing but a playground of corrupted souls to her. Why bother making a point of it when no one in heaven was going to listen anyway?



She read a few words about Rigel, trying to make up her mind. The book didn’t have much to say. She decided to take her chances, but there was still the problem of dealing with the mark.



“Matt, is there something you’re not telling me?” She figured he must have been someone of great stature in life, a religious leader perhaps, or some kind of pope. Devouring his spirit elements would elevate her status considerably.



“I told you, I don’t remember.”



“You told me you wish you knew. I could help you remember,” she added, in her most helpful and sincere tone of voice.



“Really? How?” Somehow he was already onto her. “If it means sex, I don’t believe you.”



“Just one quickie. I’ll tap into your memories. We can experience them together.”



Matt shook his head. His cock was rapidly hardening.



“Not even a quickie? I’ve been so bored and lonely,” she teased.



“I don’t want to die,” he said.



“You’re already dead, but I see what you mean,” she shrugged. “You don’t want your soul being reduced to cosmic waste, ash, or whatever else it might be. But is hell so much better?”



“No,” he said defiantly. “I abhor you, creature! Let me go!”



“You holier-than-thou types can be so stubborn without the proper ambiance,” she sighed. The cavern grew dim once more, and Aryella enfolded herself in her leathery red wings.



When the light returned, it was from a massive window occupying the entire wall of a spacious bedroom overlooking an ocean vista. On one side of the room, the coast could be seen curving away, dotted with hillside villas. On the other side, white sand beaches.



The room itself had sparse, modern decor, and Aryella was standing near a footstool wearing a simple bikini. Once more, the horns, tail, and wings were gone. Matt was sitting on the edge of a massive bed.



“Just one quickie, I promise you’ll be fine,” she said, crawling up onto him, straddling his thigh. She sauntered over, swinging her hips. Her breasts were practically spilling out of her stringy top, and her juicy pussy was pressing hard against the confines of her thong.



She straddled one of his muscular thighs and ground her bikini-clad snatch on his upper thigh. She leaned forward, and her fingertips tingled as they stroked his broad chest.



She leaned closer, bringing her cleavage in gentle contact with his balls. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. It was already hard, but now it was straining so hard he could barely think. He felt a burning in his chest and his cock was throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. Aryella’s hair fell about her shoulders and tickled his abdomen. She tossed it to one side with a turn of her head and looked up at Matt with a sideways gaze. Her mouth was open, an open invitation to his aching desire.



“I’ll take your silence as a yes. One quickie.”



She took his veiny shaft in one hand, propping herself up over him with the other hand. Her fingers felt hot and silky, and relieved some of the agonizing twitching. Instead he felt a strong ache and throb, as his pleasure began to mount.



She licked the sensitive underside of his cock, and squeezed his shaft, stroking it up and down steadily. In seconds, his cock was about to erupting, and she locked her lips around it, drinking every drop of him down.



Matt felt an orgasm for the first time, intense but premature, and it left his whole body feeling tense and shaky. “Was that, did I come?”



“You most certainly did,” Aryella replied. There was condescension in her voice.



“Did you have to finish me off so quick?” Matt felt used, almost abused, having come so quick.



“Oh, why no. But unless you start being a little more compliant, I am not sure I want to do you any favors. You have a lot of spirit elements in you and I don’t feel like stretching this process out.”



“You want what? What about telling me who I am, why I am here, how I died?”



“You came too quickly,” she lied. “Besides, I was completely distracted by how good you taste.”



“You told me-”



“I tried. It’s a process. Next time you won’t cum so quickly.”



She smiled, and before he could say no, she let her breasts push up around his cock. A warm, sticky ooze seemed to seep out of her nipples, and she smeared it up and over his shaft, against his hips and abs. His skin lit up with sensitivity wherever the liquid touched. Up and down she pressed, coating his cock and hips in a film of warm goo.

At the end of the last story, my wife, had in her sights the next guy she wants me to share her with. A young, 20 something, well, built, dark complexion, about 6’2″.



His daughter had run into my leg with her riding toy and her Dad had hollered at her and when he did, my wife turned and they came face to face with one another. They both stood there eyeing each other up and down.



Finally, Jan, broke the silence and told him it was alright, she didn’t mean it, just not paying attention, like little ones will do. We walked with them to the playground where she wanted me to play with her. Dad said it was alright. As I swung her and helped he on the slide and jungle gym, Jan and Rick, his name, were deep in conversation, their faces only a few inches apart and she had her hand on his arm and I saw he would touch her bare leg, once in awhile.



She had her next lover, lined up. He did look like he was enjoying her also.



Meghan got tired of playing and wanted to go back to Dad.



As he got her things ready to go, Jan, said she invited him over for drinks later after he took Meghan back to her Mom.



He showed up around 8 that evening, dressed in nice slacks, sport shirt and deck shoes, of course, no socks.



Jan hollered from upstairs to fix him a drink, she would be right down. He asked for scotch on the rocks and I joined him. We sat in the family room talking about guy things and waiting for Jan. I wondered what she was doing up there.



We both knew what she was doing as soon as she joined us, carrying a glass of wine.



She had showered, fixed her hair and makeup and had put on a short skirt. and a camisole top that fit tight over her breasts and it was certain she had not donned a bra and as she sat down the skirt flew up as she dropped onto the couch, along side Rick. I saw she also, had not worn panties. She was bare footed.



“Tom, lets the three of us go out for a drink and some dancing, down at the beach”. Rick and I both agreed. I knew she wanted me to get comfortable around him. Little did she know Rick and I had already talked about a threesome. We were going to have some fun with her, put her on display.



“Jan why don’t you wear those really high heeled sling back sandals we bought last week.”



The three of us headed for the beach area and a well known club, that is hot with the swingers and singles.



Now Jan was no where the youngest woman there but she had a presence that told guys she was there to party. The band was playing when we got there so she pulled Rick out onto the dance floor and started dancing, rubbing against him would be more like it. While Rick danced in front of her, another surfer type, came up behind her, put his hands on her hips and pulled her back into his crotch. She turned around and said something, with a frown and he left her alone. I found out a little later what he had said to her.



After a few dances, they came back to the table. I had ordered drinks, so we sat for awhile and just watched. Soon she was gyrating on her chair. She grabbed me, “your turn, husband.”



There was a fast one, that she put on an exhibition to. Skirt flying up, giving anyone that cared to look a nice show of ass and probably close shaved pussy.



The next was a slow one and I took her into my arms and asked her if she wanted to go home soon and take Rick. She said she did, if I was alright with it.



I told her I was.



“What did that guy say to you.”



“He wanted to know if the two of us wanted to have a threesome with him and I told him that was already arranged with my husband.” No wonder he walked away mad.



When we got back to the house, she said, “Okay guys, I need cock and there are two here that will do just fine.”



We were in the living room and she started to undress as did Rick and I. She only took 10 seconds to get naked except for her heels.



She walked over to Rick, who only had his briefs to go.



“Let me unveil that big cock.” She gasped when it sprang out in front of her, half hard.



“Omg, that is marvelous, I love your cock.” She took it into her mouth and let him know just how much she did love his cock.



One she had it hard it stood straight out and was a good 8″ and thick. He had his pubes trimmed real close. She tried to deep throat him. She has no gag reflex, but there was no way, The mushroom head was just to big. Like shoving a purple plum down her throat.



As his legs were against the couch, she stood up and shoved him back onto it and climbed up with her feet on both sides of him, grabbed his shoulders and lowered herself down onto the head of that big cock. He reached under her and opened her pussy lips for her as she lowered herself a few inches, impaling herself on that big, purple cock head. I heard her gasp and her eyes got real wide and a groan escaped her lips as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She stopped, leg muscles straining, sweat starting to break out all over her body and said, “Tom, hold me up by my ass, as I lower myself all the way down on this stud, I don’t want to lose balance and hurt myself.”



I took her ass cheeks in each hand with my thumbs in the crack, on each side of her little pucker. As she lowered herself down my thumbs started to open her hole up. I helped her down, now kneeling behind her with the thumbs up to the first knuckle in her ass and his big cock impaled all the way into her tightly stretched pussy. She sat there shivering and shaking until she had her first orgasm. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and then a loud one as I pushed my thumbs further into her ass. She fell forward onto him, pulling my thumbs and part of his cock out of her holes. He had not come yet, so he fucked her in that position until he did.



She climbed off and said, “Well, now that one is out of the way. Lets take this to the bedroom.” Neither of us argued with her.



In the bedroom, she got on her knees and sucked his flaccid cock clean of their mixture. Meanwhile, I stood watching, slowly stroking my rock hard cock.



It took about five minutes for her to get him completely hard again and crawl up on the bed on all fours and said, “Come on, stud, fuck my pussy. I want that big man meat in me now.” Not one to disappoint, he moved to her and without a bit of foreplay, slid his cock to the hilt in her cum sodden cunt. It wasn’t long before I started hearing the squishing sound of his cock sliding in and out of her.



“Baby, get over here and let me take care of that hard cock for you.” She said to me in a real sultry voice.



I climbed on the bed and knelt in front of her, grabbed her by the head and started to face fuck her. Rick and I got into sync. Every time he thrust forward, it would force my cock against the entrance to her throat. She was doing her best to get it past that point but the head was just to big. Each time it hit that spot, she would make a sound. What a feeling that produced on the tip of my cock. I knew I couldn’t last much longer but Rick looked like he was in for the long haul.



Shortly, my balls tightened and deposited their load into her mouth.



“Don’t swallow until you show us.” She opened her mouth and showed me and then turned and showed Rick.



“Should we let her swallow now, Rick.” “No let her keep it there for awhile, and she better now lose a drop.



“You heard him baby, he is in the driver’s seat tonight.” She smiled and closed her mouth.



It wasn’t long until he was ready to cum and as he did he hollered, “Swallow it, slut, swallow your husband’s cum.”



She did as she was directed as he filled her with another load.



We lay on the bed with her between us, Rick and myself laying on our side, playing with her nipples as she tried to recuperate. That was not what we had in mind for her. We were going to wind her up again and let her go.



I reached down between her wide spread legs and started running my fingertip around her distended pussy lips. Using my thumb to strum her clit, while doing so.



She spread her legs even further, letting his cum leak out onto the bed. I scooped some out of her and brought it to her lips, which she devoured like someone starving to death.



Was my wife becoming a cum slut?



She had enough and took hold of both our cocks. Rick’s being younger and stronger than mine came back readily. Mine she had to work on though. We had her on all fours by now and Rick was licking and fingering her ass. Just the sight of that made me hard for her.



“Guys, I want both of you in me at the same time. DP me, dammit.”



I told Rick he would have to have her pussy. There was no way she could take that big cock of his in her little rear hole. He said he sure didn’t mind that but that he wanted to get her ready back there for me.



“Not a problem. Do what you have to.”



“Geez, guys I am right here. Don’t I have a say in this?”



“NOOO!!!” We both shouted at her.



Between his tongue and finger, he had her moaning and squirming in no time. Then he worked the Astroglide into her and all around her little brown pucker.



Her ass was now ready as was her pussy.



Rick laid on his back stroking that big cock. From that position it looked bigger than 8 inches.



She threw a leg over him, stood up and lowered herself down, reached between her legs and aimed his cock at her wide open pussy. She didn’t hesitate to take it in and keep right on lowering herself all at one time until she was squatted over him and had him impaled to the hilt.



Then she slowly, let herself down until she was straddling him on her knees with her ass inviting me to penetrate it.



I lubed my now stiff as iron cock and put the head against her little hole. She knew what she was doing, as she pushed back against it. I slowly opened to allow the head of my cock to enter. Once she had that in, the three of us, stopped, unmoving until she was used to it and ready to fuck.



Rick was buried all the way in and I only had the head in. We started to fuck he that way, him in, me out. She started shivering right away. A sure sign she wanted to continue that way. We slowly fucked her like this for several minutes. It was harder than I figured it would be to keep in sync with one another.



As I pulled out once, I stopped until Rick was out too and when he pushed in so did I.



“Oh, my gawd, sooooooooooo fucking full, so good. Fuck me, fuck me hard, both cocks, fuck me hard.”



Not to be guys that wanted to disappoint, we fucked her in unison for at least 5 minutes until she told us she was getting sore and wanted our loads soon.



Neither of us hesitated. We fucked her hard for a few minutes until we both unloaded in he hot, now loose holes.



As she laid back on the bed, completely sated and cum flowing from both holes, she said she wanted to shower and get some sleep.



We all fell asleep in short order and didn’t awaken until early morning. What a great way to be woken up. She had both of our cocks in her hand and was slowly stroking them with her eyes closed.



“Tom, would you mind too much if it were just Rick and me for awhile. I want him to fuck me all by himself. I will take care of you after he leaves. Of course, you will have to take sloppy seconds.”



That would be a first for me. I often wondered what it would be like. Looks like I am going to find out.



I went and made me a drink while the two of them fucked without me. It was only a few minutes until I heard her scream and holler. “Oh, god damn, that is so fucking good, don’t ever stop fucking me.” I heard all kinds of moan, groans, swearing and then “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Rick, I am gonna cummmmmmmmmmmm.” She can be rather noisy when she has an orgasm but this was like I haven’t ever heard before.



Then it was quite for a while. I would guess they were resting up for another bout, because soon it started all over again. Except this time I heard. “I am not sure I can take that much back there, Rick.” He wanted to fuck her ass. She has always been animate about not doing that with anyone but me.



I heard Rick say that he would take it real slow and that she could control the penetration.



She said she would try it but would have to go get some lube. Now I was really concerned. She was going to overstep the boundaries we had set. I decided to let it go and see where this was going to lead.



Then I heard Rick say, “where is the lube?”



“Rick, I can’t do this. I promised Tom when he started sharing me that I would give my ass to know one but him. I just can’t do that to him.”



“He doesn’t have to know. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”



“I’ll know and besides he is probably able to hear this whole conversation. Rick, as good as you are at fucking me, I am no longer in the mood and would very much appreciate it if you left now. This is not to say, that I would not want to see you again if you want but right now I have to make this right with Tom.”



He got dressed and left. I was in the kitchen, so he didn’t see me but I heard him saying some pretty harsh things about Jan. I can’t wait to see how she makes this up to me.



I heard the shower running and decided to got in and wait in the bedroom for her. See what she was going to do.



She took her sweet time, showering, drying off, drying her hair and rubbing herself down with lotion. I loved that, she was so soft and smelled so good. She was a freak for lavender. It was her.



When she saw me sitting there her head dropped and she said, “You heard all of that didn’t you. I am so sorry, honey, in the heat of the moment, I lost my head but as soon as I picked up the lube, I thought of you, put it back where you had it and you heard the rest.”



“I am glad you came to your senses, because if you hadn’t, this would have been the end of me sharing you.



She dropped the towel she had around her, walked over to me, sat on my lap and kissed me with a passion that I have not felt with her in a long time. While kissing her back, I rolled her off me onto the bed, and we hugged, kissed and groped, until she started to pull my clothes off. Once both of us were naked, she said, “go get the lube and take what is yours and only yours.”



After we were done, I realized what had taken her so long in the bathroom. She was squeaky clean, inside and out. The little minx knows me pretty well.



It was a couple more weeks until the itch struck her again and she wanted to know if we could go “trolling” as she called it for a nice big cock for her to fuck.



Her sex drive has not seemed to diminish much with age. She says her pussy is damp most of the time.



As luck would have it, one of our neighbor’s invited us to a cook out Saturday afternoon for his wife’s birthday. When we arrived, Jan, squeezed my arm as she looked around. A couple of the guys who work for our neighbor were there. He is a contractor and these guys were young, fit and tan. It couldn’t have been better picking for Jan, if she had ordered them up herself.



Jan herself is tan and fit and was wearing a sundress that came only to mid thigh, with spaghetti straps and was cut low enough to show most of her B cup boobs. She was wearing strappy sandals, with two inch heels, that showed off her tanned, smooth, muscled legs to perfection.



Both guys, almost gave themselves whip lash turning their heads to look at her, when Bob, the host, said, “there is Tom and Jan. Come on I will introduce you.” He told them.



They were introduced as Jack and Brad. Both of their eyes went directly to her boobs. She looked at them and smiled. She had her next conquests. I wondered if she wanted both at the same time or one at a time.



She didn’t shake hands but reached up and hugged each of them as they were introduced, which surprised everyone but me. She was on the prowl. Brad made the first move and asked if it was alright with me if he got her a drink.



I told him yes and she said she would come with him to get it. I guess the choice had been made for her. She gave me a little wiggle of her butt and looked over her shoulder and smiled.



Jack said, “you know he is going to do his best to get into your wife’s panties.”



I told him, “yah, I know, you missed your chance. We are into sharing but he is in for a surprise. I am there with them. She will tell him that and see where it goes. If not, hell, take a shot, if you can live with our rules.”



Her and Brad came back with drinks for themselves and one for me.



The four of us talked for awhile and she gave equal time and smiles to both guys. She would touch each of them on the arm.



Finally, she must have had enough, because she whined, “Okay, which one of you is going home with Tom and I tonight. I guess she hadn’t told Brad, because he looked at her and then at me, like we were aliens from outer space.



“What the fuck is this? I thought this was going to be just you and I, Jan and your wimp hubby was going to watch.”



Whoa, wrong thing to say to her. “My husband is not a wimp and when he shares me he is there also. So get the fuck out of my life, Jack what are your feeling about this arrangement.”



“I have no problem with it all. You have enough holes to go around. That is all that concerns me. Getting sucked and fucked by the hottest cougar here.”



The three of us said our “good byes” and left for our place. Peoples eyes boring holes in our backs.



It took the three of us no time at all to get naked, telling Jan to leave her heels on.



My wife wants to tell the story from here.



I couldn’t believe it. Tom produced a coin and said, “Call it, heads for her boobs and tails for her pussy.”



He flipped the coin and Jack called tails. Tails it was. I hoped he had a talented tongue because I was one horny bitch.



Spreading my legs wide he put his shoulders between them and went for it. He opened his mouth and engulfed my entire pussy and shoved his tongue inside, while sucking my nether lips into his mouth. He kept this up, until I felt an orgasm start deep down. He must have felt me stiffen because he pulled away from my pussy.



“No, you fucker, nooooooooooo. I am sooooooooooo close, get back there.”



I felt something funny between my legs. It was my blood engorged pussy lips. He had sucked so hard, it caused my labia to be blood engorged and oh, so sensitive.



Meanwhile, Tom is stroking his cock over my face. A big drop of precum emerged and it dropped off and hit me on my cheek. I tried to get my tongue over to it but to no avail. He took his cock head and moved it around on my cheek, along with some more that had accumulated.



Jack watched this, stroking his cock, too. Both of them were driving me crazy. Both were jacking off and neither was in any hurry to penetrate any of my holes.



“I need one of you in me, right fucking now. I need a hard cock in my pussy, NOW.”



Jack lay down along side of me, his hard cock standing straight up. I was finally going to get some hard cock in my hot, swampy pussy.



I swung a leg over him and immediately, took the head of his cock and guided between my swollen lips and lowered myself down, inch by inch until I was sitting on him. As I bounced up and down, I felt Tom, rubbing my ass, with the head of his cock. I could feel his precum as he moved it around and in between my ass cheeks.



He stopped when the spongy head, touched my little brown hole. He pulled away and I felt a large drop of cold lube, poured over it and it ran down the crack of my ass.



With two fingers he retrieved the lube and pushed it back until he had a goodly amount around my now twitching hole.



Meanwhile, while sitting still, impaled on Jack’s rigid rod, I leaned forward to give my husband better access to the hole he was preparing to fuck.



Jack was thrusting his hips upward, against my pussy, as Tom was beginning to work his two fingers into my greasy, slowly opening ass hole. Soon he had two fingers in and working them around preparing me for his turgid cock.



I was soon going to be filled in both holes.

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