Academic Specializations

“I tell ya, if we play our cards right, we can nail’em.”

Rob shook his head, “Japanese women are very traditional. And there’s a real prejudice against it. With us. Black guys.”

Cal snorted, “Bullshit. I’ve seen what they do.”

“You watch too much porn. Porn is its own world. Doesn’t tell you anything.”

“Well, if you don’t wanna, if you’re too fucking chicken, tell ya what, I’ll do’em both and send ya a postcard.”

“Ain’t chicken, just realistic. Test the water, play it by ear, see how far I get.”

“Okay, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Some sweet loving would be damn good right about now.”

Rob whispered, “Shh, here they come.”

Their faculty guides during orientation week, Fumiko and Naomi, smiled as they sat down with their breakfast plates, and they greeted each other in Japanese, the women switching to a less formal level of speech now that their jobs as hostesses had relaxed into being colleagues.

Rob glanced repeatedly at Naomi when she looked toward Fumiko as Cal flirted with her, a slight smile on her high-boned face and an unreadable expression in her eyes, and he noted with approval that she had lost the forbidding business suit that completely covered high, firm breasts that he now saw were perhaps larger than a handful each and untethered by any bra.

Finally, she turned her attention completely to Rob. “It’s always a pleasure to be able to speak to an intelligent foreign man in my own language,” she smiled.

“You do a superb job in my language as well. It’s only fair.”

She shrugged. “Everyone in academia has to learn your language. It’s much rarer the other way round,” she said, the first sentence in Japanese, the second in English. “And how did you become interested in Japanese history?”

He told her briefly and asked back, “How did you become interested in environmental history?”

“I used to love hiking when I was a girl. All through the forests. Plants always interested me, and then I studied about plants in school, and fungi were [switching from Japanese to English] so damn cool.”

They laughed and he asked, “Are there any forests around here?”

“Not right around here, no, but about an hour north of here, yes.”

Fumiko smiled, “Which brings us…” She and Naomi laughed, and she continued, “We do hope you’re not planning on just going off and getting drunk like all our other new visiting scholars?”

Cal grinned, “Depends who we’d be drinking with.”

Naomi said, “We thought you might like a personalized tour of some of our more unspoiled nature.”


Funiko looked at her watch dramatically and said, “Seventeen minutes from now.”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

They all laughed and Naomi said, “We’ll all pile into Fumi’s car and go see the forest. Get back when we get back.”

Fumiko added, “So eat up. I’m starving and I get really cranky if I have to drive on an empty stomach.”

As they ate quickly, Rob glanced at Fumiko’s plump body, pleasingly round and comfortable, and smiled at the thought that if his tastes ran rounder he’d be fighting Cal for her favors. As it was, the slim elegance of Naomi yet again set him pondering how to make a move that wouldn’t shock her; while he had learned much about Japan, the subtle cues of women’s interest and the steps they preferred a man to take around them were a mystery he knew he’d have to solve by himself soon and on the fly.

Cal, of course, seemed to have no such problem. It was clear within their first hour at the greeting ceremony after meeting their faculty guides for the week that he fully intended to use Fumiko in every way she’d allow him, and it was clear after the second day that she was not offended by his attentions; but whether she was actually amenable to anything in Cal’s clever repartee was another matter Cal constantly asked him before they went their separate ways to their lonely, lonely beds. Naomi was a different matter, cool and distant, friendly and fascinating, a charming colleague with an ironic sense of humor and a manner that kept you at exactly the distance she chose. Rob couldn’t imagine even a flicker of sexual interest crossing her face, but suspected that a man who evoked it would have to be hardy indeed to weather her passion.

Fumiko finished quickly and went to the door to the kitchen, returning with four boxes. “You two get a box lunch! Yay!” They laughed and Rob wondered if she intended the sexual connotations; she was an expert in the history of English, so the answer could go either way. As they washed up in the bathroom before leaving, Cal grinned and whispered, “In like Flynn.”

“Don’t count your chick before you’re in her snatch.”

Cal laughed happily, “Now that’s my man. Let’s go do this.”

They filed out to Fumiko’s car, chatting happily as Cal carried the lunches and walked too close to Fumiko, who seemed not to mind in the least. Naomi also seemed to have thawed a little without her business suit, her light green short sleeves delicious in the sun against the almost Caucasian white of her arms, or so Rob put it to himself, her white skirt fitting loosely around a taut, small ass whose form held no interest for Cal but set Rob afire. She still had her hair up in a shapely bundle of curls, tendrils framing her cheeks and slender neck, and looked up at him with an open smile as they walked.

“It’s not our best forest, but Hokkaido is really far,” she grinned.

“You’ve hiked there?”

“And worked there.”

“Did you hang out in the hot springs with the snow monkeys?”

She laughed, “We waited until they left.”

“Meet many Ainu?”

She smiled more widely, “Yes, actually. A couple of my colleagues. They didn’t speak the language though.” After a brief sad look, she smiled, “But they knew the plants like they were born there.”

Rob laughed, “Which they were.”

They reached the car and Fumiko opened her door and got behind the wheel. She pointed for Cal to sit on her left and Rob behind her; Naomi sat happily on the left. Fumiko said in English, “Buckle up. Ignition in ten… nine…” They laughed.

Rob enjoyed the thought that he had a full view of a beautiful woman and was close to another and could concentrate on them without having to listen to Cal’s running commentary in undertone. He asked, “Fumiko, why did you go into…”

“History of English? Because I’m a fucking goddess, that’s why.”

They laughed at her sudden change of character and chatted happily for twenty minutes about their lives as grad students. Suddenly, Naomi challenged him on an interpretation he offered of an event during the Muromachi Shogunate, and their argument was off and running.

After fifteen minutes, Rob and Naomi suddenly stopped as they heard Fumiko and Cal chuckling; Cal said, “I think we should change the topic for a while.”

Rob and Naomi both looked as if they were about to protest, but Fumiko said, “Quite. So, Rob, tell me about your girlfriend.”

“I don’t have one.”

“A handsome man like you, no female companionship?”

“Well, no girlfriend in particular. All women like me.”

“I’m sure,” Fumiko smiled.

“And you?”

“Oh, I have no girlfriend either.”

Everybody laughed, and Fumiko said, “We’re getting close. Here, let me show you something.” She turned right onto a small road that wandered through a small wooded area up and down low hills, until after ten minutes she pulled down a side road that ran parallel behind some trees and came to a stop in a hollow.

“I love this place.”

“Me too,” said Naomi. “It’s gorgeous up on the hill, though.”

In the silence and the heat of the sun, conversation died for a second as Cal watched Fumiko as she watched him, and Rob and Naomi stared at each other in an odd apprehension.

Cal broke the silence, “I dunno, I think it’s pretty damn gorgeous right here.”

Fumiko looked long and deeply into Cal’s eyes and finally said, “It is.” She suddenly reached down, lifted her blouse, and let Rob and Naomi see her swollen breasts for the split second it took for Cal to grasp them. As he hefted them, she reached down to his pants and expertly and swiftly unbuckled and unzipped him, and as all three stared in surprise, she immediately extracted his throbbing cock, eight inches of pulsing brown velvet, and stroked him for a minute as she examined it clinically. She finally smiled, “Perfect,” and lowered her head and licked all around the head as Cal moaned.

After several licks, she looked up at him and said, “Let’s not disappoint our audience,” and rolled her hips so that she faced the back seat. She lifted her skirt to her waist, no panties in sight, and spread her thighs so that Rob could see her lips nestled within their frame of sodden hairs, a thick bush above her thighs and a glistening of juices as she let her hips circle beguilingly.

As the circling of her hips worked her glistening lips, she returned to the cock straining upwards for her touch, and, over the next four minutes, worked half of his length into her mouth. She let him thrust lightly up into her as she stroked his shaft vigorously, posed so that Naomi could see every detail of her sucking and Rob could see every stage of her arousal.

It was hard for Rob to remember he was seated next to an even more alluring woman until she said, “Fumi really is talented, isn’t she?”


Naomi smiled, “Cal is quite taken with his new friend.”

“I’d say the feeling is mutual.”

Naomi glanced down at Fumiko’s splayed-open cunt, now reacting vigorously to Cal’s searching fingers, the squishing of her juices around them as she fucked hard against their pressure filling the car with her sound and scent, and said, “I never knew she was so passionate! So lustful she is.”

Finally, Rob tore his eyes away from the sight in front of him to look up and see Fumiko staring raggedly at the two of them watching her as she worked Cal in her hand and mouth. Her right hand snaked up to Cal’s neck and suddenly pulled fast and hard. Cal took the message and leaned down to start sucking at her with gusto, and they posed so that Rob and Naomi could look left and see the shaft of Cal’s cock nestled between her upper lips, then look right and see his lips playing with her lower lips as if tantalizing an oyster as he sought its pearl.

Naomi said, “Cal is quite talented as well. See how he licks into her tunnel, then sucks on her lips?”

Rob stared from one visual delight to the other, most of his blood having rushed to his other head, and looked over to see Naomi’s eyes bright as they devoured the scene spread out before them. Realizing he was being tested, he answered, “I’m glad he knows what he’s doing. A woman needs to be treated with skill.”

Naomi smiled and said, “Especially when she does such a good job with a mast like that. Most women would be a bit afraid of something so large.”

At that moment, Fumiko shifted into overdrive, her regular circlings of the hips replaced by a ragged random thrusting as she sought release in the talented mouth sucking her lips as two fingers speared her cunt. Cal’s cock throbbed on the edge of release in the air two inches above Fumiko’s face as it twisted into a grimacing mask. She screamed as wave after wave washed over her, squeezing Cal’s head tight between her plump thighs as his fingers fucked her mercilessly as he reached around her left leg.

After a minute, she released his head and pulled his cock to her mouth, rolling back over so Rob and Naomi could watch in awe as she effortlessly rode out Cal’s loss of control. Rob could see her cheeks bulging as her tongue circled Cal’s thick head as it advanced and retreated, and after twenty seconds, she winked at them as Cal screamed and thrust hard up toward her, the pulses as his seed launched up his cock indicating that his pleasure had finally come. Fumiko’s eyes widened as a thin ring of white showed at the join of her lips and his shaft, and with each pulse, the sound of her swallow filled their ears in the same way Cal’s seed filled her mouth.

Suddenly, he realized Naomi was counting under her breath. He glanced at her as she rested her head on her hands on the back of the car seat as she watched them like a lover of drama seeing Shakespeare, and she glanced quickly back at him before returning her attention to the stage, and she said aloud for all to hear, “Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.”

As if with regret Fumiko finally released Cal’s softening cock and sat up proudly as Cal leaned against her in exhaustion. Naomi asked, “Tasty?”

“Delicious. Maybe a little stale. I think he saved up for me the last few days.”

“How is your clam?”

“She’s never had it so good, even from my own fingers.”

Naomi looked over at Rob and said, “And did you enjoy the show?”

“It was incredible.”

Naomi reached to her waist and as she pulled her shirt over her head to expose her braless chest, nipples erect and breasts firm and beautiful, she said, “I think we can do better.”

Rob caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples as she undid his belt and pants, and as he pulled them off with one hand, she caressed his cock lightly with one hand as the other cupped his balls. He looked up to see Fumiko and Cal staring at them, and then looked down as Naomi smiled up at him before lowering her head. At the same time, she rolled to lean back against the back of the seat and raised her left thigh as her right thigh lay along the seat, exposing herself to Cal’s greedy eyes.

Rob looked down to see that she too had long since ditched any panties, her trimmed thick bush angled toward him as she rolled her hips so that her vulva was fully exposed to her audience. To his surprise and hot pride, she announced, “Beautiful! Better than any of my dildos.” Rob’s eyes then closed as she took him deep within her mouth, his head penetrating into the back of her throat after a dozen bobs of her head, and he heard Fumiko say, “I didn’t know she was such an expert! Look at her!”

Cal groaned and Fumiko said, “Ooh, good, I was afraid I sucked all your cum out!” As Rob’s fingers reached down to lightly caress Naomi’s eager lips, he heard movements in the front seat and looked up to see Fumiko leaning over the back of the seat, her large breasts swaying above them, as Cal took up position behind her. She giggled as he moved her around, and then gasped as he pushed home. From the first stroke, the car made slight grunting sounds as Cal thrust hard into Fumiko, staring over her shoulder as they continued watching.

Naomi continued pleasuring him, her head posed so that Fumiko and Cal could watch her in profile, and Fumiko said, “Look! Her throat is bulging!” Other than those words, Rob could sense nothing but the entirety of his cock inside Naomi’s greedy mouth and throat as she worked him into paradise. He held his fingers rigid as she fucked up and around them, following a solid controlled rhythm as she focused on his pleasure.

He lasted about three minutes; her skill and his week-long drought left him with little endurance however hard he tried not to erupt just yet, and looked down into Naomi’s eyes as the first spurt shot up and out into her throat. The swallowing of her throat around the head of his cock was beyond any experience he had had, and her eyes only trembled slightly as she took each pulse with alacrity; he heard Fumiko screaming as an orgasm swept over her, the car rocking hard as Cal fucked her mercilessly. He realized toward the end that Naomi tapped his side with each pulse, and after she swallowed for the last time and slowly suckled the last drops out of him, she pulled back and said quietly, “Fifteen.”

He looked happily at Naomi, amazed at the change she had undergone, or rather the side she finally revealed, and as he pushed her thighs apart and crouched over her, he heard Fumiko say as she built to another climax, “Show us good.” He winked at her and lowered his head, keeping Naomi’s hips angled so that Cal and Fumiko could watch, and licked deep into Naomi’s folds. They were hot and slick and velvety, and as she thrust up hard against his face he kept his hands on her knees to expose her innermost secrets to the three of them.

He had her right leg back toward her chest and the left he pushed against the back of the seat; her hips were tilted so that her lips were almost horizontal. He heard Fumiko say, “He does know his business!” as Cal sped up and started groaning. As he settled into a fast rhythm of his tongue on her lips and down to her clit, Naomi circled fast and hard for him. For a week, he had dreamed of seducing her and had fantasized every square inch of her body, yet his imaginings had fallen short.

Suddenly, Naomi’s legs broke free of his hands and she crushed his head between them, holding his face in place so that he sucked deeply on her cunt. He heard her moans rising to a crescendo as Fumiko and Cal both screamed in a draining pleasure, and he worked two fingers into her to help her along. In less than a minute, she pounded hard against his face as she screamed, and he tapped a finger with each pulse he felt deep inside her as he kept sucking and rubbing.

After most of a minute, she pushed his face away and said, “Hurts.”

He said back, “Fifty-seven.”

She giggled, “Mine was four times better than yours.”

“It was incredible.”

“So was yours.”

“So were you.”

She curled up in his arms as he resettled himself beside her, and they looked up at Fumiko resting her head on her arms watching them as Cal sucked on her neck. Fumiko asked, “Is she your first Japanese girl?”


“You two are our first black men. Even better than our movies.”


“You watch lots of Japanese porn, I’ll bet.”

Cal nodded, “Lots, but none as good as you,” and Rob said, “Some.”

“But you have a thing for us, right?”

“I wouldn’t say a thing. A weakness, maybe.”

Fumiko smiled and nodded. “We have our movies too. And our weaknesses. You loved watching us, right?”

“God, yes.”

She smiled. “I loved watching both of you too. It was better than any movie. It was so real, both hot and sweet.”

Naomi added, “I mean, I really like you, but it was such a wet dream for both of us seeing two big black cocks pummeling two sweet Japanese pussies. It was… it should have been filmed.”

They all laughed and Fumiko said, “But don’t think we’re easy or that you can just toss us aside. We’re not actresses. You can’t just shut off the computer and go away.”

Naomi added, “On the other hand, you can always watch.” She stroked Rob’s resurgent cock and said, “Showtime for our friends.” She pushed Rob back against the car door and straddled him in reverse, eager for Cal and Fumiko to see her. She lowered herself slowly until he was at her lips, and then she leaned back onto him and said, “Hold me open. Let them see everything.” Fumiko stared raptly as his cock slowly entered Naomi, his hands holding her knees up and back so that her cock-impaled cunt was fully exposed to view, and he thrust deeply into her, filling her completely as she moaned directions in Japanese. He stared at Fumiko’s eyes as they wandered from cunt to breast to face to cunt, devouring the scene before her, while Cal stared fixedly at the joining of their flesh.

He thrust up into her as she held herself open for all to see, and Fumiko said quietly to Cal, “I wonder if my clam’s that beautiful wrapped around your big black cock. Look at how it slides on him.”

“We’ll have to find out.”

“Many times.”


This time, Naomi ended quickly. Her cunt tightened around him as she screamed, pushing him over the edge and balls-deep inside her as her contractions drained him. She relaxed and lay back against him, thighs still splayed open until his cock softened enough to pop out. Fumiko said, “Well, I think that was a brilliant idea. Shall we?”

Cal nodded and leaned back as she took the reverse cowgirl position. Rob and Naomi sat up and leaned over the front seat, backs opposite them as Fumiko settled down crouching forward until Cal was buried inside her. He then helped her lean back comfortably and held her tightly by the waist as she spread her thighs and angled her hips to let them see her pink lips wrapped around the base of his cock. She stared into Rob’s eyes as he watched her plump body, white and soft, shaking like jelly as Cal began thrusting up into her squishing cunt. Naomi said, “Such a beautiful scene. I love watching a man and woman cook chowder for us like this.”

Despite having already come twice, Cal came quickly after that, bellowing as Fumiko leaned forward and ground down fast and hard, holding onto the seat as her face twisted in orgasm. After a minute, they collapsed and Fumiko wiggled over to sit in the driver’s seat. “Give me my clothes.”

They all dressed quickly then, and Fumiko said, “Just a few minutes to our little cottage.”

“Who’s ‘you’?” Cal asked.

“Us, me and Naomi. There’s lots of empty houses in the countryside, you know. We bought it for weekends. Made one or two important improvements.”

They arrived about ten minutes later at a small older house; the women washed up and then helped the men do the same in a bathroom at least that had been nicely furnished with a jacuzzi, then Fumiko and Naomi had them sit naked and erect facing each other. Suddenly, to Rob’s surprise, Fumiko faced away from him and settled herself on him as Naomi said, “Mix and match! What fun!”

Fumiko added, “Now my man can see what it looks like when he takes me.” The two women settled happily to their task, spreading their thighs to let their men see every second and millimeter of the act. Staring happily at the scene before him, Rob delighted in the soft plumpness in his arms as he plunged rhythmically into her pulsating belly, and when she climaxed three minutes later, she lifted herself off him and collapsed on her side to watch as Naomi leaned forward and opened wide. He looked up to see Cal rise to his knees and grab Naomi’s hips, plunging madly into her as she worked Rob fully into her mouth, her tan skin perfectly matching his dark brown.

Jealousy and lust combined to push him over the edge as Naomi and Cal climaxed simultaneously. Naomi took both loads equally skillfully and then they collapsed in a heap. Fumiko waded back onto the field of battle and stroked Rob to hardness before impaling herself on him and leaning down to suck Rob. Their recent orgasms let them last much longer while, in her excited state, Fumiko climaxed repeatedly, thrusting back fast and hard onto Rob as she let Cal ream her throat, and when the three finally climaxed together, they looked over to see Naomi watching them, four fingers buried inside herself to the last knuckle as her thumb rubbed her button raw, thighs spread for all to see. Cal and Rob leaned over to suck on her nipples, and less than a minute later she screamed as climax washed over her.

They finally caught their breath and sat against the wall, the women between the men, and Fumiko said, “So, let’s see, that covered three and twelve.”

Naomi replied, “And fifteen, four, six, and… sevevn.”

Rob said, “Huh?”

Naomi said, “Our favorite series of porn. Japanese women and black men, the best production quality, showing everything, and the guys are so smart and the women so sexy, and so hot and sweet.”

Fumiko added, “We used to trade our favorites, and sometimes we’d watch together. Rubbing ourselves next to each other. We always wondered if we’d get to act any of them out.”

Cal said, “Just rubbing yourselves?”

Fumiko laughed, “Yeah, I thought that was your porn of choice. Just ourselves. We’re both allergic to clams, you know.”

Naomi added, “The thought makes me break out in hives.”

“Projectile vomiting,” Fumiko giggled.

Naomi winked and said, “Sorry, you won’t get to see any of your favorite Japanese porn with us.”

Fumiko added, “As beautiful as that would be. Sorry, not sorry.”

They all laughed and Naomi said, “I think they’re ready again. How about nine?”

Fumiko grinned, “Most certainly! Let the circle be unbroken!”

They positioned Cal and Rob head to foot a bit over a meter and a half apart and settled down so that Rob sucked Fumiko as she sucked Cal, and similarly with Naomi. They lasted a long time, tired yet thirsty, exploring each other at their leisure, and when each had drained her man, they took each other’s place and each ministered to her friend’s.

Finally, all four were temporarily sated. Naomi yawned and said, “I think we made the right choice initially. Rob’s my special friend.”

Fumiko giggled, “Yeah, all yours. He tastes sourer than Cal. Cal’s got no aftertaste.”

They laughed and Naomi added, “But we’ll all get to mix and match every weekend until we decide if we’re going to keep you.”

Rob and Cal chortled, and Rob said, “You two are cold.”

Naomi shrugged, “You know how hot we are. And don’t worry, if we throw you back, there’s any number of Japanese women who’ll act out every scene for you from your favorite film. We’ll even help you find them.”

Cal laughed, “That’s even colder.”

Naomi swatted him lightly and said, “Why? You helped us act out every porn scene we wanted to do. We’d just be returning the favor.”

They rustled up dinner and ate ravenously, and after a while tried out the jacuzzi en masse. Cal and Fumiko cuddled and said dirty nothings and sweet somethings to each other while Rob and Naomi continued their argument over medieval Japanese history. Finally, Fumiko said, “You’ll never convince her, you know. Just give it up and enjoy yourself.”

Rob retorted, irritated at the interruption, “I am enjoying myself.”

To Fumiko’s raised eyebrow, Naomi smiled, “Me too. Even when I fuck and suck the cum completely out of him, he doesn’t give up the ship just to thank me for draining him.”

The discussion continued until they finally pulled themselves out of the warmth, dried off, and retired to the bedroom, each pair taking a lush western-style bed, and having recovered, Rob and Cal were soon deep inside Naomi and Fumiko, competing with each other to see who could last longer as the women competed, it seemed, to see who could come faster and more times. Twenty minutes later, Cal bellowed as the bed protested and Fumiko reveled in his climax, and they collapsed in exhaustion as Rob ensured Naomi’s last orgasm before the contractions deep inside her welcomed his cum into her belly.

They lay there holding each other as Fumiko started snoring in time with Cal, and Naomi chuckled quietly; she put her finger over her smiling lips and led him into the living room. They sat nude on the couch facing each other, and Naomi yawned and said, “This trip’s going better than I ever dreamed.”

“When did you two plan to bring us…”

“And take you?” They laughed quietly and she said, “Probably three days ago. We were sure by then we were as interested in you as you clearly were in us. Because, you know, given our tastes, we’d be too easy, all… lubed up and ready to slip and slide into a disaster.”

“How did you get interested in that? In us?”

She thought for a second. “One of my history classes. American social history. Purely academic interest at first, then as I read novels, watched movies, not the mainstream stuff… I don’t know, it just seemed natural. And then it became intriguing. And then I discovered Fumiko was interested too. We were drinking one night and I was telling her about the latest movies I’d seen, not sex, mind you, just a film festival of non-mainstream American films with a special selection of movies by black directors. She mentioned her strong interest, first in the culture, then she bit the bullet and said the men, and then when I nodded and agreed, she mentioned her porn collection. She lent me some and I thought it was perfect.” She shrugged. “We’d been friends since elementary school, but I’d never realized that. She’s had so many men, none black, so I guess it never came up.” She shrugged again.

“It’s curious that you two ended up as our faculty guides.”

She smiled at the implied question. “No, not at all. We volunteered. Finally had the chance to find men to our tastes who we knew were also intelligent enough to keep up with us and appreciate us as fine women.”

“And have you had many men?”

“Fifteen or so. Japanese, white, Filipino when I studied English there…” She shrugged yet again and said, “This was best. Not just because of realizing my fantasies. You’re talented. Both skilled and driven. Compulsive. As compulsive for me as I am for you.” They chuckled and she asked, “And when did you develop a taste for us?”

Rob thought a minute and said, “Probably in Japanese class. Our teacher was gorgeous and really lively. Elegant and beautiful.”

“And when did you start watching movies starring us?”

“A year later, I guess. I thought it was disrespectful before then.”

She laughed and said, “Because…?”

“Because everybody figured I was studying Japanese to get Japanese pussy. Actually, I was studying Japanese to become a historian. So I was very irritated by that, and that makes me contrary. Downright fucking ornery. But it also made me more and more intrigued, like fruit I was forbidding myself to eat because everyone else thought it was what I wanted. I didn’t, then, not specially. So one night…”

“Were you hooked right away?”

“No. Still not hooked, not till today…” They laughed and he continued, “But I really wanted to… study that aspect of my chosen field in-depth and with great vigor.”

They laughed and she teased him, “Learn more about some unknown other, mysterious and alluring?”

They laughed and he said, “There’s a bit of that, I guess.”

“I’ll let you in on a closely guarded secret.” She paused with a smile.


“We’re just women, you know.” They laughed and she continued, “And we love sex just as much as other women do. Or as little. That is, just the same range as any population of women. Some are like Fumiko, others are nuns, and most of us are in the middle.”

“You do like being in the middle.”

She laughed quietly but for a long time and finally shook her finger at him. “Between you two, yes. Especially if Fumi’s watching. That really turns me on. Like we’re making the porn we use. Letting her see me in every detail, then her letting me see every detail, as clear as the best of our porn. Producers instead of consumers, and advertisers to boot.”

“Did you ever feel embarrassed or worried, you know, that you were getting addicted?”

“At times, but then I’d pop my favorite disc in and know why I liked it so much. Everyone has something that makes her purr. If it’s harmless, why not indulge in it? If I can’t have it, at least I can see it. And now I can show it to you. And you can show it to me.”

She sat back and spread her thighs, and as Rob hardened and stared, she watched him forthrightly, no trace of shame or false bravado, as she caressed herself lightly for him and came alive. As her lips reddened and flushed and her tunnel moistened and then flowed, she showed him every millimeter of herself and smiled and nodded as he stroked his resurgent cock in harmony.

He watched as her face glistened and flushed, the squishing of her fingers in rhythm with the faps of his fist, and as she built to climax he stared at the lips open and purple for him, the tendons from her thighs framing them like a secret treasure open only to him, and when she groaned and thrust hard up against her fingers, his loins clenched and his seed sprayed onto her thighs and belly and hand, onto the couch, and onto his own hand.

Naomi squealed as her last pulses washed through her, and then lay back smiling at him as she rubbed her fingertips through his juice. As he tried to wipe up the drops on the couch, they heard Cal and Fumiko in the last thrusts and groans before climaxing, and he smiled at Naomi. “Let’s hit the jacuzzi before they hog it.”

She laughed. They washed off quickly with a pail, and as they settled in the water, she asked, “You’re not jealous when Cal’s with me?”

“A little, but since I get to watch exactly what he’s doing, I don’t mind.”

“I like watching Fumi with you because she’s my friend. I like sharing with her. And I like seeing just what it must look like when you take me. A beautiful black cock buried inside a beautiful Japanese woman as they make each other very happy.”

“It’s odd to think…”

She cocked her head in puzzlement. “What?”

“That I found a woman like that. Two, in fact. So easily, even with your machinations.”

“A woman like how?” She smiled dangerously. “Like, say, white women?”

Rob grimaced and grinned. “So non-traditional.”

She smiled even more dangerously. “So, not Japanese, you mean?”

He laughed. “Not like I learned about Japanese women.”

“So a real woman instead of some abstracted scheme with all the individual features filed off?” After a pause, he chuckled and nodded. She smiled less dangerously, “You know what I told you. We’re just women. And as a historian, you should know as well as anyone that Japan has changed drastically just in your lifetime. And what Japanese women did in the past is, I assure you, probably the same range of behavior as what women did everywhere at every time; we just have many more choices and nobody cares so much what we do now.”

“True. I’m just…”

“Getting used to a new world. As are we.”

“And what would people think of us?”

She thought for a second. “Fuck them, that’s what.” They laughed and she said, “Some might be shocked, some intrigued. Most won’t care too much, I think. This isn’t 1960, you know. Much less 1945. You speak Japanese fluently with a charming accent; you’re not the stereotypical soldier on the make.” She shrugged. “If I ever even tell anyone, I’ll probably get pestered with questions from my girlfriends. Are you really that long? Like that. For maybe five minutes, then they’ll ask me about you instead of their old stories or the occasional porn flick. And I’ll have to tell them that despite being a historian, you don’t know shit about Nobunaga.”

They laughed and started arguing again.

The rest of the weekend was largely spent in the house, Rob and Naomi continuing their never-ending discussion between the many bouts of sex and occasional breaks for food. Sunday after lunch, the women made them all pack the car before a last enactment that weekend of number nine, and as Fumiko and Cal relaxed in the jacuzzi, Naomi invited Rob for a walk.

Atop the low hill nearby, she finally said, “No, that’s just not right.”

“Do you want me to point out all the passages in the sources?”

“No, you’d just embarrass yourself.”

They laughed and Naomi said, “A friend who can argue as well as he can fuck. Treats my mind as well as he does my body! Truly, a blessed week this has been.”

They started down the hill and reached a small stand of trees between it and the house, and they stopped in the shade to cool off.  However, as Rob watched her in the dappled shade, patches of light dancing across her face, he felt renewed passion that the sudden biting of her lower lip showed she felt as well. She laughed lightly as he pushed her against a tree, and as he pushed against her, she lifted her thigh to his side and her light cotton dress to her waist, and pushing aside her panties welcomed him inside the Japanese cunt that his years of studies and assiduous porn viewing had elevated to the pinnacle of paradise, smiling as the massive black cock her years of studies and intensive porn viewing had elevated to the pinnacle of paradise, and as both of them took almost superhuman pleasure in yet again fucking what they needed most of all, he asked her, “And when we get back to the city, should I move in with you?”

She smiled, “Tell me, in your culture, does winning a woman’s cunt win her heart as well? You won my cunt the first day I saw you. My heart is much harder to gain.”

He looked fixedly at the beautiful Japanese face reveling in his thrusts, the height of elegance even to men not fascinated with that look, as desire and the flush of passion spread over it from the beautiful black man making all her deepest fantasies yet again come true, and as his sudden fountain of squirts mingled with the sudden squirts fountaining from her well, he smiled; even if her heart was forever beyond him, striving for it was the greatest adventure he could imagine.

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Life Changing Road Trip Part III The End

This is the final chapter of this story. It is fiction. I hope you enjoy it.

Rick had just left to go hang out with my wife Stacy at the creek. I was in the motor home making dinner.  Five minutes earlier, I just had my mouth around Rick’s enormous cock.  I sucked him until he came in my mouth and on my face.  As he stepped out of the RV to go see Stacy, he casually told me to make dinner.  I’m not sure who I hated more at that moment, Rick, for telling me to suck his cock and then make him dinner, or me, for sucking him and now standing here making dinner for Stacy, myself, and for Rick.

After sliding the chicken into the oven and cutting up some vegetables I would have about 45 minutes until the chicken was ready.  I decided to go and, for lack of a better way of putting it, spy on Rick and Stacy.  

I managed to get within maybe 20-25 feet of them.  There was enough shrubs and wild grass to hide me as long as I stayed down low.  

When I first peered through the high grass I could see them standing in the shallow creek.  The water came up to their calves.  Well, to Rick’s calves and to Stacy’s knees.  As I mentioned earlier,  Rick was around 6’5  and Stacy is 5’1.

They were facing each other and they were kissing.  I realized seeing Stacy kissing him was more painful than hearing them having sex.  It seemed more intimate, seeing her willingly standing there returning his kiss, their tongues swirling in each other’s mouth. Rick’s huge hand was gripping her little butt. Squeezing it.  

They looked so sexy and perfect. The perfect male and the perfect female. I felt sick, aroused, weak, and as if my manhood had been taken away from me. Was it Stacy or Rick that was taking it from me?

As they kissed I could clearly see Stacy’s hand as it slithered inside Rick’s boxer briefs and began to stroke him.  Her tiny hand gripped his powerful cucumber size cock.  After a few moments of her rubbing his big dick they broke their kiss.  I could see them talking. It was Stacy that was doing most of the talking. I couldn’t hear the conversation but Stacy seemed to be pleading with Rick as if trying to plead her case for something. He was smiling smugly.  She even playfully punched his steel chest.  He must have given in because she jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her a few feet over to the large boulder at the water’s edge.

He let her down and she kissed him and turned away from him.  His hand gently pushed on her back.  guiding her to bend forward. Stacy rested her forearms against the boulder.  She had her legs standing straight, and was bent at the waist. That perfect ass sticking out for him.  He just reached down and slipped her knitted bikini bottom aside and slowly began working his large cock head into her awaiting tight pussy. Stacy must have been trying to convince Rick to fuck her again. It was Stacy begging HIM for it. Instantly her head snapped upward to the heavens. In no time he was working into her pretty hard. In and out. In and out. In and out.  He was really pounding her.  His huge body slamming violently into her little body.  Rick’s huge hands gripping her waist like a little rag doll. Within minutes she was climaxing for him.  I could see her teeth gritting. She turned her head downward as she began to convulse.  Eyes closed, she was trying to not fall. Her legs were giving out as she spasmed.  Rick was basically holding her up as he fucked her continually through her climax. He was relentless on her body. Stacy was literally bucking against the boulder.  She seemed to cum so quickly for Rick, and often.

I felt disgusted with myself. I hated him. I loved Stacy, and yet, here I was hard as a rock watching my wife getting pounded by this giant.  

I stayed hunkered down in the grass long enough to see that Stacy allowed Rick to cum deep inside her pussy, gripping her waist as he exploded his seed deep into her.  

Before we took this summer trip Stacy and I had discussed possibly starting a family, and that maybe we might just begin that effort while on the trip. Stacy wasn’t on any form of birth control.  Even by conservative accounts, Rick had cum in Stacy’s pussy at least four times over these couple of days. And I was intimately aware that this man could cum enough to put out a brush fire. Surely Stacy was aware of this fact.

I carefully and quietly backed away and headed back to the motor home.  

The dinner was good and I was even complimented on it by Rick. I hate to admit it,  but I felt a twisted inner satisfaction when Rick was pleased with me, even as I felt hatred towards him.  I was definitely confused and dealing with numerous emotions all at once.

After dinner, Stacy said she was tired and was going to lie down in the bedroom for a while.  I was seated in the booth table and she kissed me on the forehead as she headed to the bedroom.  I did see her glance back at Rick.  I think I saw her smile.

As I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes, Rick drank a beer and mentioned that the RV was now running well enough that Stacy and I could leave in the morning if we wanted to.  I offered a sincere thanks for being able to fix the RV.  I am truly grateful to anyone that can fix or repair motors.  It’s all beyond me.  

I finished cleaning and grabbed a fresh beer for Rick and myself.  Did I just bring him a beer? The confusion running through me was dizzying. I sat back in the dining booth and Rick sat in the small love seat between the kitchen and the driver’s cab. There was a portable radio that came with the RV and Rick had managed to find a station that came in pretty clear.  We sat there in silence for a bit sipping our beer and listening to a 70s AM pop station.  I can recall hearing a Glen Campbell song. It was warm and beautiful outside. I wondered what Rick was thinking. Had he done this sort of thing to other married couples?  Were Stacy and I headed for divorce?  Would she allow me to have sex with her at some point in the future?

As the sun was setting over the hills, the interior of the RV was bathed in colors. A mixture of gold, red, and purple light shone through the front windshield. The last magical rays of light from the day before night fall. It was a beautiful warm summer evening.

It was at this very moment that Stacy came out from the bedroom. Her brief nap refreshing her.  But what she was wearing made me both horrified and aroused.  She walked out of the bedroom as if everything was as normal as any other day in her life.  She walked towards us in her black thong underwear, and nothing else!  She was completely topless.  Her perfect firm tits stood up proud and magnificent.  They almost jiggled ever so slightly as she walked.  She got to me and once again kissed me on the forehead as her right hand slid briefly through my hair.  She then moved past me and plopped down on the cozy love seat next to Rick. The left side of her back rested against his chest.  She was facing mostly towards me.

She sat down so relaxed and carefree.  She eventually put her little feet up on the arm of the love seat closest to me.  Her back now resting against Rick. Rick placed his beer in his left hand and placed his right arm around Stacy’s shoulder and his hand lay on her tummy.  I watched his hand gently caressing her tummy as the three of us sat silently as the radio played. Slowly his hand moved up to her bare tits. He cupped them, squeezed them, caressed them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. Rick was massaging her perfect tits. Stacy laid there completely at ease as if we were three siblings just watching TV.  

Stacy had clearly been ignited by Rick. She was a sensual blaze now. While the days were hot, and the nights were warm, I don’t think it was the weather that was causing Stacy to walk around in almost no clothing. Rick was clearly keeping her in a sweltering state around the clock now.  He was the only one that could give her what she needed.  

Rick, for his part, had seemed to chill out a little, as if he knew he was the Master over Stacy and I.  The three of us actually discussed plans for the next day. Stacy and I agreed that we would begin our trip back from where we started. Stacy was still coy and vague on where our marriage was. She gave no indication that she was unhappy or happy with me. Perhaps strangely, I did feel as if she still loved me.  We had no issues between us, other than what had happened on this trip. The main difference now was could she ever go back to having sex with me?  Could she ever give up the big cock pounding that Rick was giving her?

One thing I had learned over these few days was that no matter how close and happy a woman appears to be in her marriage, there is still another level of intimacy and communication between a woman and a man that can sexually satisfy her the way Rick did. It’s a level guys like me would never know.  None of us would ever have to mention it. But, as we sat there, all three of us knew without any doubt, Stacy’s pussy belonged to Rick. It was his property now. It was as if nature had intervened, and a girl built like Stacy was getting the physical mate she deserved. The superior Alpha Male was getting what he wanted.

It was only 9pm when Stacy got up. She yawned and stretched her arms up.  Her perfect breasts standing up so proud. She didn’t speak to Rick. She walked over to me and I could see Rick sitting there watching her ass.

“Do you need any help setting up your bed tonight, honey?  I can help you if you want.”

I wasn’t shocked by her statement. While it was a kind offering to help with my bedding, it was also a clear sign made by Stacy that I would be sleeping once again out here while she and Rick would be sleeping in the bedroom. This was not from Rick’s mouth. This decision was coming directly from my wife. I was hurt by it, but my place had been gently pointed out to me by the woman I love.

“Umm, no. I… I can manage.”

“OK then, I will see you in the morning and we can have some breakfast.  Goodnight, honey.”  She called me ‘honey’. That meant a lot to me.

I nodded yes as I looked up at her.  I wanted to tell her I loved her. But, the words didn’t come.

She leaned down and kissed my cheek. She gave me a look as if to say “you are such a sweet man.”

With that, she turned and walked towards the bedroom.  Rick and I both not missing a step of her walk. That little perfect ass, small and tight, yet a nice little firm bubble. Those lean shapely legs.  How could any man not pursue her.  And just like that, she was gone. The bedroom door softly closed.

It wasn’t even 9:30 when Rick stood up and set his beer can on the table and turned to face me as I sat with my feet in the aisle.  He looked down at me. He didn’t speak.  He just waited. It took me a full minute before I realized what he was waiting for. When it dawned on me, I just slowly slid off the seat and onto my knees.  I just had no way of denying him.  As much as I hated him, I knew that if he asked me to, I’d pay him to allow me to suck his cock.

I slid his boxer briefs down and grabbed his cock and brought it to my lips. I kissed the head and as my lips slid across the head I looked up at him. In that moment, I wanted him to see that I knew my place.  I sucked him so good. I made love to his cock with my mouth. I got him rock hard. His cock was pulsating. He was hard and easily over eight inches.

Suddenly he stepped back and pulled his underwear down. He stepped out of them and picked them up from the floor.  He looked down at me and said

“OK, that’s enough wimp. There are some things I have to save up for our little girl tonight.”   

He winked at me as he turned and headed for the bedroom. The door closed.

I could clearly hear them talking in intimate tones.  Between only them. Then the sound of kissing. It was always so impassioned, like her life depended on being fucked by Rick.  It was 9:43 when it began. That familiar rhythm. Slow at first.  Stacy already moaning and groaning. This time though she was making no effort to hide or suppress her noises.  As Rick’s pace picked up so did Stacy’s response to him.  The sounds she made were like life itself was being taken out of her and then slammed back into her. Tonight, Rick was going to take her to an even higher place. His pace became faster.  It sounded like he was angry. The bed was creaking and squeaking loudly. The entire RV began to rock back and forth.  Suddenly Stacy began to scream.

“AHHHH..AHHH..AHHHHH!”   She was screaming almost non stop.  It honestly sounded like an exorcism was taking place.  

“Oh My God! Oh My God! Please, please, please, fuck me Rick!  Don’t stop fucking me. Never Stop. Never Stop. Never Stop!”  

She would then trail straight into literally crying in an overwhelmed pleasure.  It must have felt so amazing, her little body couldn’t handle it or comprehend this level of pleasure and physical satisfaction.

“Ahhhhh…Ahhhhh…Ahhhh!”  It was an erotic mix of screaming, wailing, and crying.

She was out of her mind. Out of control. The RV was rocking non-stop. He was fucking the life out of her.  She could only lay there and scream to him.

“Ahhhh…Ahhh…Ahhhh…Ahhhh. God. God. Jesus. God. Fuck. Fuck!”

About every two minutes it would happen.  She would almost be able to announce that she was cumming.  But could only get the first part of the statement out of her mouth before she would go into this other world silence as she was actually climaxing.

“Oh God. I’m gonna…I cum…!”  

And then, half way through her sentence, as her orgasm washed over her entire body, she went silent. The screaming would stop. Even from the next room I could feel her body tensing up and clenching in deep orgasm. Sometimes, during her long and lengthy life changing orgasms she would have a long guttural moan.


I clearly heard her reach peak climax four times. Once about every two minutes.  During the time between her orgasms she would be screaming and wailing almost non-stop. But when she would go into orgasm, she would go silent again. Her little body trying to handle the level of sexual satisfaction Rick was giving her.

He just pummeled her like a jack hammer. The RV was shaking now. The coffee cups were rattling around in the cupboards. The TV remote fell off the counter onto the floor.  It had started at 9:43pm.  It was now 10:33pm. Rick’s giant cock was pumping in and out of my wife non stop for fifty minutes !  

Then as Rick fucked Stacy I could hear him,

“Tell me where you want it, slut.”

Initially I heard no reply.  He said it again.

“Tell me where you want my cum, Stacy!”

“Ohh Gaaaawd…Cum inside me.  Cum inside me.  Please cum inside me, please. Please.  Please.  Please.  Inside me.  Inside me.  Cum inside me!”

“That’s what I thought,” he growled to her.

And within maybe ten seconds of his statement, Rick let out a deafening roar.  He began convulsing deep into her womb.  Rope after powerful rope of his seed was firing deep inside her body. I had just heard the most powerful sexual experience of Stacy’s life.


He growled for what seemed like twenty-five seconds as he came inside her.

I held my stomach.  I felt cramps.  I was sweating.  My head hurt.  I was devastated. I felt defeat. Loss. The warm evening air was once again quiet and still. I heard nothing more from the room. I got up and turned on the tap at the kitchen sink. I splashed some water on my face.  My legs felt weak.  I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat back down.  I believed with all my heart that I had lost Stacy forever.

I sat there drinking my beer and looking down the hall at the bedroom door.  Closed.  Quiet.  Off limits to me.  I don’t know how to explain it but nothing could make me stop loving Stacy.  I sat there, still in love with her.  Wanting to be close to her. Wishing it was me in that bed with her right now.

Then, an entirely unforeseen thing happened.  It was around 11:15 and the bedroom door opened. It was Rick. Fully dressed, boots and all.  He opened the fridge and took two beers out.  He walked over to me.

“Hey Timmy, you take care of our girl now, you hear?”  He gave me a playful slap on my face.

And with that he stepped down out of the RV and into his truck.  He started it up and made a quick u-turn and was gone.  Just like that.

I sat there in shock. Things were happening so fast.  The bully had suddenly left the school yard.  I was free of him!  I turned and looked towards the bedroom. I grabbed my beer and walked quietly to the door and opened it gently.  There was Stacy on the middle of the bed.  On her back.  Knees still up.  Legs still apart.  The room was dark except for a dim night light to the right side of the bed.  She had her right hand resting between her legs.  Her hand seemed to be covering her pussy. I walked over to the right side of the bed and sat on the edge near her head. We just sat in silence for a bit.  I wasn’t sure she even knew I was in the room. Finally, Stacy spoke in a soft tone.  She was clearly exhausted.

“Did Rick leave?” she asked, as if she wasn’t aware of her surroundings for a brief time.

I nodded yes.

She turned her head towards me and I looked her in the eye and watched as tears began running down her cheeks.  Her right hand stayed between her legs.  I reached down and clasped her left hand to mine.  She squeezed it and held my hand tight.  We sat quietly for a few minutes.

“I’m….sorry”  she whispered.

“I know.”

“I understand if you want to leave me.”  She said it so sincerely.

“Somehow, I think you already know that I never could leave you.”

A partial smile that I’m sure she wasn’t expecting formed on her face.  A smile, as tears still slowly ran down her cheeks. She lay there naked. Still sweaty. She watched my eyes gaze over her body. She took my hand and placed it on her tummy.  Her knees still up. She let go of my hand.  I caressed her tummy. The circles I traced on her tummy eventually grew wider until my fingertips got closer and closer to her pussy.  And when my finger tips barely grazed her mound just above her pussy, she gently put her hand on my wrist and placed my hand back on her tummy.  All this time her right hand had remained over her pussy as if to cover up her nudity.

I sat a little closer to her on the bed.  She rested her head against my chest.  I brushed her hair from her face and settled it behind her ear.  I softly wiped the sweat from her forehead.  She was slowly coming out of the fog. It was still less than thirty minutes since she had been fucked beyond anything she could ever imagine. It had rendered her unable to move.  

I finally mentioned to Stacy that she didn’t have to cover her pussy from me.  She didn’t respond.  I asked why she was covering it.  Her head was resting against my chest.  I could feel her silently start to cry a little more.  I held her.  

“What’s wrong, baby?  You can tell me.  I love you so much. I never want to be away from you.  We can get past this, OK?”

She leaned into me and held onto me.

There was silence for about two minutes.  Then she spoke.

“I know it must be hard for you to believe right now, Tim, but I swear to you I do love you and I know you are so good with me, and I know you are the man I want to spend my life with.”  

“But?” I said, expecting there to be a ‘but’.

“When Rick and I were, you know?”   I nodded yes. “Well, I…I realized I wanted him to…to…”   She trailed off again.

She sat up a little bit.  She held onto me tight.  Maybe I was naive, but I wasn’t prepared for what she told me.

“Tim, you are the man I want to spend my life with. I love you more than any man I’ve ever known. But I swear to you, when Rick was… um, fucking me, I could not help myself. I wanted him to get me pregnant more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

We held each other in silence.  I was in shock.  I tried to understand it from her perspective. I know I had heard them fucking. I could easily imagine the sensory overload of emotions that must have shot through Stacy’s brain as Rick fucked her to a level I would never know.  I knew that if I was a woman in her place I probably would have had the same feeling or desire.  Rick was the pure Alpha Male.  

Finally I spoke.  I was as gentle and kind as I could be.

“Baby, do you still feel that same way now? Do you still want to have his…?”

She tilted her head up to me.  Her eyes were pleading for my understanding and patience.  We looked at each other for maybe twenty seconds.

As Stacy stared up at me she slowly nodded yes.  She then turned back and leaned her cheek against my chest again as we held onto each other.  

We slept that last night of our trip in the bed she and Rick had shared the last two nights.  Stacy slept like a baby.  I slept a little, but mostly I lay awake pondering what had just happened to us and what our future would be.

We decided that with everything that happened we would head back home.  We drove back the next day and returned the motor home to the rental place.  We flew home and were back with five days of vacation still remaining.  Stacy and I barely left the house those five days.  Stacy was likely either too sore or too embarrassed for sex.  She gently turned down any of my advances.  I realized it was probably too soon.  She was however very loving to me and things almost seemed as if we were closer.  Maybe because we had gone through a storm together and survived.  I know it probably sounds pathetic to some, but I was still madly in love with Stacy.  

About a week later, on a Friday evening, I came home from work, and Stacy greeted me at the door.  She seemed kind of shy.  She walked me over to the couch in our living room.  She took my hand and we sat down.  She faced me and looked peacefully into my eyes.  Stacy announced she was pregnant.  Nine months later she gave birth to a very healthy baby boy.

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A TRANS Formation – Chapter 1 – Bleak Beginnings

It’s a cold, rainy northern Iowa afternoon in 1973. Twenty-three-year-old Jerry Jansen sits in the living room of his parents’ house. There was sad apprehension in the room as he sits there with his mom, dad, brothers and sisters. He was leaving soon to start a new life in Des Moines.

Jerry was discharged from the Army three months earlier. He planned to come back to his hometown and finally begin his life like everyone else did. After three months of unsuccessfully searching for a job, Jerry realized there was no future for him here. So he started searching the job market in the Des Moines newspaper. He saw an opening at the printing company he had worked at before joining the Army. He applied and was hired to start the following Monday. 

The sadness in the room increases as the time grows near for him to leave. Knowing the longer he stayed, the sadder everyone would get, Jerry stands up and says, “Well, I think I better get going. January rainstorms have a way of turning into snowstorms, and I have to drive 100 miles tonight.” After going around the room giving everyone a hug, he picks up a small suitcase with some clothes for the week and walks to the door followed by his mom and dad. A handshake from his dad, a final hug and kiss from his teary-eyed mom and he is out the door. 

Starting the car engine, he knows he is beginning the next chapter of his life, a chapter into a future he has no idea where it would go. He is leaving his family which he loves, but more importantly, he is leaving that town, which he hates. The town has never been good to him. 

Growing up, he was always a weak, skinny kid. He has a massive burn scar covering most of his left arm from a terrible accident when he was a baby. He was so young at the time he never had a conscious recollection of the event. The scar was the subject of constant ridicule from the other kids, and being a weakling on top of it, he was always the victim of intense bullying most of his childhood and his self-esteem was nonexistent by the time he graduated from high school. 

He hoped things would be different when he returned from the Army, but it was clear they never would be; people seldom change in small towns. In that town, he had been branded a loser and a wimp at an early age, and that would never change. He isn’t sad to be leaving that town. 

As he puts the car in gear and heads down the road, his mind turns to the happy last two years he had spent stationed in California. How he misses California on this dreary night in Iowa. It has been an escape from the dismal days of his childhood. He enlisted instead of waiting to be drafted, so he was able to choose what his Army job would be and where he would be stationed. He learned how to play the drums in a youth band growing up and was elated when the recruiter told him he could play in an Army band rather than fight in a combat unit. He chose to be stationed in California. It was a great choice. 

For the first time in his life, he was able to make some great friends. His new friends introduced him to the world of getting high. Mostly marijuana, and a few times, they played with psychedelic drugs like acid (LSD) and mescaline. The drugs opened his mind to a whole new level of consciousness he had never known. He learned to relax with his friends and they enjoyed a lot of great times getting high and listening to music together. He still kept in touch by mail with a couple of his friends who lived in California. God, he misses California on this dreary night. He misses the friends he had made, and he really misses getting high.

His mind stops wandering when the sound of rain on the windshield gets louder and he realizes the rain has turned to sleet. His attention focuses on the deteriorating road conditions. He is relieved when he sees the next road sign that says Des Moines is only 10 miles ahead. He has to decide where he is going to stay for the night. Not having a lot of cash, he decides a hotel in the downtown area would be cheaper than a motel. He finds a section downtown with several older hotel buildings close together so he randomly picks one and finds a spot to park the car. Walking thru the cold and windy sleet he opens the door to the hotel. 

The warm air feels good as he walks to the desk clerk to check in. He pays for five nights, hoping he’ll be able to find an apartment before the week is over. The musty smell of carpet that should have been replaced twenty years ago filled his nostrils as he walks down the hall to his room. A gush of cold air hits his face as he opens the door to his room. “It’s cold as shit in here,” he thinks. “Where’s the fucking thermostat?” He goes over to the heating unit by the window and turns the temperature up to high. He looks around the dingy room. 

There isn’t much to see. Besides the bed, there is a small dresser with a small TV sitting on it, a chair, a lamp, and a small bathroom area with a shower. It isn’t much but it’s only going to be for a week, so it would have to do for now. It is going to be a while before the room warmed up so he turns on the TV, takes off his clothes and gets under the covers of the bed, hoping the room warms up soon. 

As he lays under the covers, his mind is not on the TV. Walking down the hallway to his room triggered a memory from Jerry’s first job as a bellhop in a hotel almost as run down as the one he is in now.

A salesman had just checked in at the front desk. Jerry grabbed his suitcase and escorted the older gentleman to his room. After putting the suitcase on the luggage rack, Jerry handed the key to him, expecting to get his tip. 

The salesman smiled and said, “How old are you?” 


“Man, I bet you’re fucking every girl in school, aren’t you?” the man said as he reached out and ran his finger in between Jerry’s crotch up along his zipper.

Taken a bit back by this Jerry shyly replied, “Um… no, not really”

“Then I bet you’re jacking off every day, aren’t you?” 

He started rubbing harder along Jerry’s growing bulge.

“Why, when I was your age, when I wasn’t jacking off, I was thinking about jacking off” 

Jerry just stood there frozen, not knowing what to say or do, realizing his cock was getting hard inside his tight jeans. Before he knew it, the man had his zipper down and running his thumb against Jerry’s hardening cock, only the cloth of his underwear stood in the way.

“Have you ever used a rubber?” The man said as he pulled Jerry’s cock out and held it in his bare hand. 

“No, Ummm… I’ve never seen a rubber.” 

Hearing that, the man reached in his suit coat pocket and handed Jerry a condom, which he eagerly accepted and put in his own pocket. 

“Oh man, you’ve got a nice cock. I bet it’s bigger than mine,” he said as he unzipped his own pants and pulled out his hard cock. 

“What do you think? Is mine as big as yours?” 

Jerry didn’t know what to do. “Ummm… I dunno”

The man took Jerry’s hand and put it around his cock. 

“How does that feel? I think your cock is bigger than mine, but I’ve got some big balls. Feel ’em.”

He pulled Jerry’s hand inside his pants until he was holding the guy’s scrotum in his hand. The man then started stroking Jerry’s rock hard cock and asks him,

“You should come down to my room when you get off work tonight.”

Jerry didn’t say no, but replied, “Well, not in THIS hotel, but I better get back to the desk before the desk clerk starts wondering what I’m doing.”

With that, the man nodded in agreement and released Jerry’s cock.

Jerry somehow got his hard cock back in his pants and left the room. He hoped the desk clerk wouldn’t notice the huge bulge that wouldn’t go away. If she noticed it, she didn’t say anything. Jerry couldn’t get the picture of what had just happened out of his mind. 

When his break time came, he ran into a bathroom and locked the door. He took out the condom he had been given and slipped it over his hard cock. The feeling of latex rubber over his cock for the first time and the image of the cock he had held earlier made him stroke his cock and in less than a minute erupted his load and he watched the cum filling up the condom. His release calmed him down and he was able walk back from his break without the huge bulge in his pants. 

He never saw that man again, and he had forgotten all about it until just now. Walking down the hotel hallway has triggered that memory. Jerry is stroking his cock as he recalls the experience and his mind comes back to the present when he shoots a load of cum all over his tummy. The room has now warmed up and it is getting late, so he sets his alarm clock and rolls over to get some sleep. 

Jerry wakes up the next morning, eager to start working at his old job again and find an apartment before the week is up. He doesn’t want to stay in that dingy hotel any longer than he has to. The first day at work goes ok, meeting his new workmates and getting into a new routine. The day goes by quickly as he anticipates quitting time so he can begin his search for an apartment. After work, he buys a copy of the day’s paper, grabs a quick burger and heads to the hotel to relax and search the want ads for apartments. 

He is greeted again by a rush of cold air when he opens the door to his room. The maids have turned off the heat. He’s cold, tired, and feeling a bit grubby with printer’s ink he can’t get off his hands at work. He turns the heat back on and decides a hot shower is what he needs right now. 

Jumping in the shower feels great as he turns the water as hot as he can stand. He always loved hot showers. He enjoys running his soapy hands all over his body. His fingers linger over his nipples as he caresses them and squeezes them with little pinches. His hands soon find their way down between his legs. Running his hands and fingers around and over his hardening cock, thoughts always fill his head with fantasies of being with the women he’d never had and had no idea of how to get, but a guy can always imagine. 

Stroking his cock and fondling his balls, his hands work their way around to the crack of his ass. He never wondered why, but he’s always been fascinated by how good his asshole felt when he played with it. Running his soapy fingers around it and poking inside it as far as he can seems so perverted and so pleasurable at the same time. 

He starts feeling dizzy as the hot water raises his body temp above a comfortable level. He turns off the water and steps out of the shower. Steam fogs the entire room as he stumbles his way to the bed and collapses down on it. Pleasurable feelings overwhelm him as he lay there wet, naked, and stroking his hard cock. It doesn’t take long before his load shoots onto his stomach. 

He lays there and begins to run his fingers into his cum, spreading it all over himself.  Many times, he’d run his fingers through his fresh cum and touched his cum covered finger on the tip of his tongue. He never likes it but always tries it. His curiosity to taste his cum is always overcome by the thought of how perverted it is, so it never goes further than that. 

He cools down, gets dressed, and starts to search the want ads for apartments to rent. There aren’t as many options in his price range as he expected but he does find three possibilities and makes a list for him to check out tomorrow after work. 

The next day at work goes by quickly. He is enthused about finding a place to live. His enthusiasm does not bear fruit when he finds out that two of the places on his list have already been rented and there was no answer for the third one he called. He doesn’t have any luck the next day either and he was getting a bit depressed, thinking he might have to spend another week in that depressing hotel room. On Thursday, his hopes are raised when he sees a new listing for a furnished studio apartment in his price range at $105 a month. 

The next day being Friday, he checks out of the hotel. He doesn’t want to have to check back in next week, so during his lunch period, he calls the number listed for the apartment from work. On the second ring, a woman’s voiced answers, “R&D Furniture.”

“Uuummm yes,” Jerry says, “I’m calling about the apartment for rent?”

“Which one?”

“The address listed is 1910 1st Street, is it still available?”

“I think so. You’ll have to come into the store.”

“What are your hours? I don’t get off work until 4:30.”

“We’re usually here till 6.”

“What’s the address?”

“3579 University.”

“Oh great. I work on University. I think I can find you.”

“OK. We’ll see you then.”

A smile comes to Jerry’s face as he hangs up the phone. His first success all week. He is going to actually look at an apartment.

4:30 comes quickly as Jerry punches out with his first paycheck in his hand. He easily finds the furniture store located in a not very fancy part of University Avenue. Jerry walks up to the run-down storefront. He opens the door and sees rows packed with average-looking furniture. Near the center of the store, he sees a middle-aged lady working at a desk.

“Can I help you?” she says as she looks up from her work.

“Yes, ma’am. I called earlier about the apartment on 1st Street?”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

She rolls her chair around and shouts to the back of the store,

“Dennis, somebody wants to see the apartment on 1st Street.”

A few seconds later, a head pops out from one of the rows of furniture. The man was clearly busy and didn’t appreciate the interruption.

“Hi, I’m Dennis. I’m in the middle of something right now. Can you hold on about twenty minutes?”

“Sure, no problem.”

At that momen,t he hears a voice coming from the back of the store.

“I can take him over.” 

Jerry sees a friendly, well-dressed man walk up to him offering a big smile and a handshake.

“Hi! I’m Roger Drennon. That’s my brother Dennis and this is his wife, Becky”

“Nice to meet you, Roger, I’m Jerry Jansen”

“Which apartment do you want to see?”

Becky interrupts and says “He likes the one on 1st Street.”

“Sure thing, let’s go out the back door where my car is parked and I’ll drive you over there.”

Jerry follows Roger out to the back and over to a very nice new Cadillac parked near the door. Roger unlocks the passenger door and holds it open as Jerry gets in. He is immediately impressed with the feel of the luxurious leather seats and interior of the finest automobile he’d ever been in before. 

Roger gets in with a big smile on his face and starts the engine. 

“So, Jerry… are you from the Des Moines area?”

“No, not really. I was born and raised in Storm Lake.”

“So what brings you to Des Moines?”

“Well I had a job here before I joined the Army and couldn’t find a job in Storm Lake when I got out, so I came back down here to get my old job back.”

“How long were you in the Army?”

“Three years.”

Roger reaches his hand over and puts it on Jerry’s leg,

“Man, this sure isn’t an easy time to be in the military. I can appreciate how hard it must be for you young guys to have to put your future on hold because of this god damned war.”

“Yeah, but I was lucky and didn’t have to go out of the country.” 

Jerry moves his leg as a signal to Roger that his hand shouldn’t be there. Roger quickly moves his hand back to himself and continues with small talk. 

In a few minutes, he pulls up next to a tall brick building with the numbers 1910 above the door. It is one of many buildings just like it in the area. As they get out and start walking up to the door, Roger stops and starts pointing at different buildings, “We own that one over there, these two on the left and another one half a block down.” 

Jerry, obviously impressed, says ” Wow, that’s quite a few buildings.”

“My brother and I have been in the rental business for over twenty years now, so we’ve accumulated a few during that time.”

Roger takes Jerry through the front door and down a long hallway. Although the building is old, it’s clean and seems well maintained. Halfway down the hall, they come to an elevator. They get in and Roger pushes the button to the seventh floor. As the elevator starts its ascent Roger tells Jerry, “This is a nice apartment and there is a larger freight elevator in the back where you can move your furniture up.” 

Jerry interrupts, “Ummm, I don’t have any furniture, I thought this was a furnished apartment.”

“Oh No! I’m so sorry,” says Roger.  He laughs and puts his arm around Jerry’s waist.

“You wanted the furnished one, my mistake,” and he quickly removes his arm. “Let me show you a furnished one.” He stops the elevator and takes it back down to the first floor. 

Once off the elevator Roger takes Jerry down to the end of the hall and opens the door to the last apartment in the hall. Once inside, Jerry sees a sizeable living room, with a hide-a-bed couch, coffee table, small easy chair, and a lamp. Off to the left is a small but efficient kitchen with a table and chair set. To the right a short hallway to a bathroom on the right and a large walk-in closet on the left. Everything looks OK except the bathroom only has a tub, no shower. It is enough to get by for now; it’s clean and it’s available. Jerry thinks about it for a moment. “It’s nothing fancy, but it’ll do for now.”

Delighted, Roger says, “Great! Do you want to move in right away?”

“Yeah, I’ve stayed in a hotel all week, so right away would be great.”

Roger puts his hand on Jerry’s back just above his belt.

“Well let’s go back to the store and do the paperwork and get you your key. I think you’re really going to like it here in Des Moines.”

They head back to the store, fill out the paperwork and Jerry walks out the door with a key in his pocket and a good feeling as he gets back in his car and heads home for the weekend. After a week in that depressing hotel, he is more than anxious to get the rest of his belongings and move into his new apartment!!

To be continued…….

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And Our Journey Begins

It’s not my sort of party, but I’ve had a long dry spell.

I jimmy some daddy’s lock and find a bottle of ’97 Stony Mountain cab. I pour a glass and claim a corner of the leather couch.

“This is so fuckin’ awesome!” blondie burbles, plopping down beside. “Just did some dude’s snake! So fuckin’ big!”

“Still a bit on your cheek.”

She wipes and licks it clean.

As she prattles on, I look across. There. Pallid, withdrawn, alone.

I thread through the groping, dancing couples to her.

“Waiting for me?”

She looks up, cheeks pinking.

“All my life.”

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Which One?

“Is it c-o-m-e or c-u-m?”

“I’m old-school, so I go with the first one, but nowadays? Probably don’t matter that much.”

“I feel like c-u-m is too nasty, but c-o-m-e sounds too fucking polite. Know what I mean?”

“Does it matter? Both mean yer shooting a wad, right?”

“I mean, yeah, but you still wanna get it right, ya know?”

“Right? Hey, fuck that. And why you wanna know anyway?”

“You don’t worry about alla that, aight?”


The first gentleman retrieved his phone from his pocket, selected Maria and typed:

“Sorry for cumming/coming in your eye last night.”

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All My Love to You

I saw her again today and my heart leapt into my chest. 

I need to know that she’ll be a safe place to land when I fall to pieces and that I’m not wasting my time and energy on her because I don’t give out my heart freely anymore. She’s been there when I have needed her the most, and all I want and need is to be able to do the same for her. I know that loving her is unconventional and, to most people, an impossible dream, but the heart wants what it wants and I cannot change that. I want to be her last love; the one she can truly be herself around without judgment or fear of abandonment. 

I have never loved another woman this deeply and I will wait for her if it means we can be together. She’s my safe place, my happy spot, and everything in between and then some. I will never be able to thank her for the endless laughs she has given me, the everyday kindness she gives out so freely, or the winks that make my heart flutter. I am here today because of her and, although I’d like to, I will never be able to repay her.

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Chapter 1: Briana

It’s been two years since Briana found out about her husband’s excessive cheating. She tried everything to save their marriage, but her husband continued his adulterous acts unaffected. After the first year of getting nowhere, she gave up and started talking to a divorce lawyer.

While going over their finances with her lawyer, Briana discovered that her husband had been draining their joint bank accounts. When she looked into it, she learned that her husband was using the money to buy lavish gifts for his girlfriends. By the end of the first year, he’d blown through their entire savings.

Due to her husband’s reckless infidelity, they had to continue living in their small apartment, and Briana couldn’t afford to get a divorce. Trapped in a loveless, sexless marriage, Briana found solace in porn, revenge cuckold porn, to be exact. She was so turned on by the idea of tying her husband up and forcing him to watch her fuck another man; it filled her with newfound hope.

After setting up her own bank accounts and working longer hours, she finally had enough money to put her plan into action. Every week, she put half her money in the back and spent the other half on skimpy lingerie, teeny thin bikinis, and slutty costumes.

When her husband finally noticed all the sexy lingerie that she wasn’t wearing for him, he accused her of cheating. She only ever responded with laughter! Her husband also didn’t know that she had created some very risqué profiles on a couple of dating sites. Immediately, she received dozens of winks, pokes, invites, and DMs from all types of guys. While scrolling through all the sexy men who’d liked her profile, she came across the stunning photo of someone she recognized.

Adrian, an old friend from high school, had dark brown eyes, short hair that was styled in a curly-buzz cut with a swoosh shaved design, and he still had a bright, immensely seductive smile that was accented by the soft dimples in either cheek.

Briana eagerly sent him a message and then scrolled through the rest of his profile until she found some photos. Adrian was even more chiseled and delicious-looking than when they were in high school. She especially liked the pics of him in his swim trunks. Briana moaned when she saw the bulge in his teeny, tiny swim trunks. His meaty protrusion ignited a blaze between her legs, the likes of which could only be compared to an underwater volcanic eruption.

Adrian replied a few minutes later, giving her his number, address, and a time. She saved his contact info in her phone and used the photo of him at the beach as his contact pic. Then, she texted him so he’d have her number.

She was so excited about her date, as she rushed to her closet to find something to wear. Her husband came home as she was trying on outfits. He noticed the level of sluttiness each outfit possessed and angrily asked her what she was doing. She ignored him and continued trying on outfits. Her husband stormed out of the apartment as her phone buzzed. It was a text from Adrian.

The text read: I have a pool, so wear a (bikini emoji) if you want to (splash emoji).

Briana replied: I would (heart emoji) to (splash emoji) at your house, but you better have some good (chocolate bar emoji) cause that’s the only way I’ll (splash emoji).

They spent the next few hours texting back and forth, each message kinkier than the last. She was still up texting Adrian when her husband stumbled in drunk. Smelling of booze and other women, he yelled and threw a tantrum as Briana continued texting with Adrian.

The next day, her husband texted her just as she walked up to Adrian’s house. He wanted to know what she was doing, where she was, what she was wearing, and who she was with. She turned her phone off and rang the doorbell.

When Adrian opened the door and saw what Briana was wearing, his jaw dropped. She was wearing nothing but a skin-tight yellow lace teddy swimsuit with matching heels. The entire swimsuit was lace, and Briana chose not to wear anything underneath, giving Adrian a lacey view of her naughtiness.

“Can I come in?”

“Uhhh!” was all he could say.

Briana gently pushed Adrian aside as she stepped over the threshold. Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off her amazing body, not even while closing the door.

Briana was a perfect 5’ 6” brunette with dark brown eyes and long wavy hair that draped well past her shoulders. She had a pair of exquisitely perky, squeezable tits that looked unbelievable in her bikini. Her tiny waist and flat stomach led to her shapely hips and long, toned legs. Her ass, though not the phattest, was firm and bubbly.

The way the tight yellow fabric hugged her subtle curves and accentuated her coffee-cream skin tone made Adrian’s dick spring to life. He used to imagine her naked and sweaty, riding him like a maniac in the throes of passion, and now, here she was, half-naked and willing.

“Like what you see?” she asked, already knowing his answer.

“Uhhh!” was his only response again.

“Which way to the pool?”

“Uhhh!” He said while pointing down the hall to her left.

“Shall we?”

Briana set her purse on the entryway table and followed Adrian out to the backyard, taking her time to ogle his muscular frame. He was wearing a pair of tight trunks, but they weren’t as tiny as the trunks in his pictures. Still, they showed off his tight, hard ass rather nicely as he led her outside.

Once outside, he walked past the pool and nonverbally suggested they skip right to the hot tub. He was still in shock over her outfit, and the swelling bulge in his trunks revealed his excitement. The bulge looked heavier in person, Briana thought, which made the front of her thin swimsuit damp between her legs.

Adrian knew Briana was checking out his bulge, and he knew she was getting wet between her thighs, so he thought, “why hide it.”

“There’s only one way to enjoy a hot tub.”

His tone was suggestive, and Briana knew precisely what he meant. While staring into his eyes, she pulled the tiny straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and began peeling the thin lace fabric from her umber skin. Adrian watched, bewitched as, first, her nipples came into view, then her sculpted waistline and shapely hips. Finally, as she pushed the swimsuit down her legs, her neatly trimmed brunette bush led his eyes to her pretty, cinnamon pussy lips.

Briana stepped out of her swimsuit and into the hot tub, slowly sinking beneath the bubby, hot water to give Adrian a few extra seconds to ogle her sexiness. Once she was comfortably seated, she looked up at Adrian and watched him push his tight trunks down to his ankles.

Though Briana adored every chiseled muscle on Adrian’s body, she only wanted to see one part of him, and he knew it. He walked deliberately, taking swaying steps so that his meaty manhood swung side to side as he stepped into the hot tub. His cock throbbed as the hooded tip felt the hot bubbles tickling its foreskin.

Briana’s own hot juices mixed into the hot tub as her fantasies about Adrian created little quakes of bliss between her legs. She opened her legs wider and slowly moved her hand to her frenzied clit, and tried to hide her sensuous rubbing while watching Adrian settle into his seat.

“You know, for a married woman, you’re brazenly salacious.”

His comment cut her deep in more ways than one, mostly an arousing manner. She pulled her hand out of the water and stared at her worthless wedding ring. Then, she looked at Adrian with lustful eyes.

“I am what my husband made me. And what about you? Any crazed women I should know about?”

He laughed. “Currently, the only woman I’m around regularly is my secretary, and though she’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s a whole nother story.”

“How drop-dead gorgeous?”

He smiled. “Remember Celina; she was a cheerleader. Smoking hot blonde with big bouncy tits and a phat, bubbly ass.”

“Holy shit!” Briana yelled. “She works for you? Man, how’d you pull that off?”

“Well, like I said, she’s a whole nother story. Anyway, back to you. Other than the shitty marriage, what made you finally decide to give me a shot?”

“What do you mean, finally?”

“I mean, finally. I’ve wanted to fuck you forever, but you never gave me a chance.”

“I had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, and now, you’re married. What’s the difference?”

Briana took a deep breath and leaned her head back to soak her long, luscious mane.

“The difference, big boy, is now, I know about your big enchanting cock.”

“You didn’t know had a fat cock back then.”

“I had a boyfriend back then, so I wasn’t thinking about it. Now, however, I’m sitting over here thinking about that long, thick dick stretching its way to the back of my pussy, giving me mind-numbing orgasms all night long.”

The more she divulged, the more her words sounded like moans. She began rocking her hips as if she were riding Adrian like a warhorse into battle.

“Can I see it?” she moaned, staring into Adrian’s eyes. “Can I see your big, fat cock again?”

He charmingly smiled. “Are you begging me or daring me?”

Briana’s request was one of pure sexually neglected desperation, but she played it as a challenge.

“Dare! I dare you to show me your big dick, but it has to be hard; rock hard.”

Her heart raced, and everything moved in slow motion as Adrian glided across the water, stopping inches from her face. He slowly raised his hips out of the water just enough for his rock-hard cock to float to the top. As Briana gasped at the glorious sight, he throbbed his veiny thickness, splashing water like an orca showing off for tourists.

Briana, consumed by lust, grabbed her tits and squished them around the hefty pole bouncing against her chest. From her tits to her nipples to his throbbing member, her hands moved attentively. She ran her fingertips along the underside of his veiny girth and wrapped her palms around his heavy balls.

Before she could satisfy her lascivious curiosity, he moved away and settled back into his seat. Her hands moved back to her breasts and pinched her nipples as she stared wantonly at her playmate.

He smiled, flashing his dimples, as he crooked his fingers, beckoning her. In a splash, Briana leaped from her seat and climbed into Adrian’s lap. She pushed her hips as close to his body as she could, pressing her hot, swollen pussy against his stomach.

Adrian forcefully grabbed her waist. “I dare you to open your legs.” His dare was vague but exciting.

Briana eagerly opened her legs, exposing her exhilarated pussy in anticipation of his sensuous assault. He pushed her away just enough to reach between their wet bodies and pull his raging cock against her womanly lips. Instinctively, Briana’s hips began rocking, sliding his bulbous head up and down her tight slit. He allowed her to rub herself against his cock for a few seconds before retaking control.

“Keep your legs open no matter what,” he ordered.

Briana wrapped her hands around his neck as he began slipping his thick tip across her velvety entrance. His big head stretched her tight ring but never pressed forward. He rolled his tip against her trembling hole again and again, occasionally tapping and poking but never entered her.

Her hips rocked and bucked, and she fought to shut her legs and end the teasing, but Adrian was much stronger than her. He put his hands on her hips and held her still as he poked his head against her slippery slit again and again until her legs shook uncontrollably.

She laid her head against his and kissed him, physically begging him to end the foreplay torture. In response, he said, “Your turn.”

Briana immediately demanded, “I want to feel your big dick in my little pussy. I dare you to put your dick inside me!”

While holding her hips firmly, he pushed his hooded mushroom past her dripping wet, round threshold. When the thickest part of his head finally snapped into her tight pussy, they both took a deep breath and let their bodies adjust. Briana took that sensuous moment to kiss Adrian again; this time, her tongue slid into his mouth and swirled with his.

As the tender, decadent moment of initial penetration faded, Adrian pulled Briana down his lengthy pole. With each inch burrowing deeper into her womanly core, Briana moaned in his mouth. He pulled her slowly, letting her cheated pussy walls stretch around his welcomed girth at a comfortable pace.

When she landed against his lap and felt how deep his size stretched her, she let out a long, slow sigh of relief. Adrian took that moment to kiss and nibble on her nipples, giving each one the proper attention they so badly needed.

Entranced by his penetration and the way he teased her nipples, Briana wriggled in his lap, submerging the girthiest last inch of his pole. She felt the intoxicating pain of him striking deep, reaching depths of her tightness she never knew a man could touch.

She looked into his eyes with abandoned lust and moaned. He looked into her eyes while throbbing his veiny girth inside her and smiled.

“Is that how you wanted me to slide inside you, or did you want me to do it differently?”

Before she could answer, he slid her all the way up his shaft and pulled her back down his entire length quicker than before.

“Is that how you wanted me to do it?” He pulled her up again, this time, only about halfway before sliding her back down. “Or is that how you wanted me to do it?”

He continued sliding her up and down in all sorts of ways, bouncing her on his cock fast and slow and hard and soft and straight up and down and at angles.

After countless deep-stroking attempts, she felt the nearly forgotten thrill of an orgasm. The early waves of ecstasy hit her like a 900-foot cargo freighter smashing its way through the waves of a Category 5 hurricane over open water. The feel of his lovely cock stroking inside her wet, silky-smooth walls carried her to the edge of ecstasy.

Just moments before reaching her rapturous peak, Adrian whispered in her ear, “I dare you cum on my cock!”

The reality of her vengeful infidelity hit her like a lightning bolt just as her body erupted. She pressed her chest against Adrian and screamed as she came in a hailstorm of full-body convulsions and quivery moans. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her immaculate lover ran his hands up and down her shaky body, providing comfort as she rode out the savage waves of her first orgasm with a man in over three years.

Still shaken from the throes of passion, Briana pressed her lips to his. He softly responded to her insatiable lust, gently and rhythmically twirling his hips as she recovered. Every forward thrust, backward stroke, and side-to-side sway rubbed his girthy cock against her sweet wetness. The harder she kissed him, the harder he twirled inside her.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” she moaned in between kisses. “You’re fucking amazing!” She pushed Adrian against the back of the hot tub and sat up straight, taking a dominant position. “I dare you to take me to your bedroom and have your way with me!”

Adrian lifted himself and Briana out of the water in one effortless motion, carried her out of the hot tub, and walked her to his bedroom. Every step wiggled his cock inside her. She moaned and kissed his neck as he softly bounced her toward another orgasm.

Once in his bedroom, he laid Briana in the center of his mattress and pressed his hips to hers. She cried out in excitement and wrapped her legs around his hips as he began roughly pounding her pussy, one slow thrust at a time. The bed squeaked with each thrust, and Briana’s squeals heightened as she drew closer to covering his cock with cum juices.

He wrapped his arms under her body and grabbed the back of her neck with one hand while the other squeezed the sensuous flesh of her smooth back. He kissed her hard and monstrously as he hammered his hulk-like cock into her delicate divinity. Under his control, her body overflowed with jubilation, and her screams filled the room as another mind-washing orgasm burst from her womanly center.

He buried himself deep and held her tightly as she spasmed and vibrated through her orgasm. When her convulsions turned to subtle vibrations, he offered her a challenge.

“I dare you to surrender to my will.”

Even in her elated delirium, she eagerly accepted his challenge. She wrapped her arms around his muscular body and hazily stared into his deep brown eyes while opening her legs more. She wrapped her legs around his hips and heeled his butt cheeks, spurring him like a horse, giving him instructional incentive to overindulge without mercy.

Adrian was a talented lover, the way he slowly and intently drove such a massive tool in and out of her womanly depths. Rather than thrash her wildly and conquer her pussy by force, he used pinpoint thrusts, targeting her sensitive spots from front to back. The ring of her increasingly satiated entrance gripped every bulging vein in Adrian’s shaft as he worked his magic.

Her body trembled as he slid his perfectly oversized cock into the depths of her ever-stretching sweet spot. She savored the feeling of her once abandoned, married pussy being gently ravaged by another man. The idea of infidelity, which was once the cause of her agony, was now a salacious taboo filled with desires beyond imagination.

Neither could see the masterful work being done between their legs, but they could hear and feel the glossy goodness of her juices being worked into a frothy cream. As another orgasm neared, she opened her legs more, beckoning her lover to thrust deeper, and he obliged without a word, pressing his hips to hers with rhythmic vigor.

Her legs stretched out and shook violently as she ascended her mountainous orgasm’s peak, gushing her hot, creamy juices all over her talented lover’s cock. He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he stroked deep, intently and enthusiastically intensifying her euphoric high as her tight walls convulsed.

As soon as she had enough control over her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a deep kiss. Their tongues danced as their hips ground out the subsiding throes of pleasure.

“I want to suck your dick,” she moaned between kisses. “Please, let me suck your dick.”

Adrian was surprised by her request, though he didn’t mind. He always let women decide whether to suck his dick or not, so he was thrilled when Briana offered so early in their relationship. Even more to his amazement, Briana rolled him onto his back and began kissing her way down his muscular body before he gave her an answer.

For her, sucking Adrian’s cock was a privilege. From the moment she saw his bulge in that picture, she wanted to know just how big his cock was. Up till now, she’d eyeballed and felt how big he was. Now, she would finally get to take some precise measurements.

First, she let it rest against her face, comparing it to the length of her head. With her chin at his base, his cock stretched well past her eyebrows. After licking up his entire shaft and rolling her tongue around his hooded tip, she took him in her hands. “Fuck, he’s thick!” she thought. Her fingertips barely touched, but only if she squeezed his shaft to make them touch.

His veins were huge, more closely resembling a Snickers bar. His length was outrageously impressive, as she had both hands on his shaft, one on his base and the other stacked on top, and he still had inches to spare.

With her measurements taken, she began licking and stroking his shaft, expertly stroking from base to tip. Using alternating strokes, she worked both hands up and down from top to bottom, applying pressure to all the right spots. Every few strokes, she’d stop to wet his dick with her mouth.

Though his dick was long and wide, she had no problem sucking and throating his monstrosity. She used every part of her mouth and throat to add to his pleasure. Her tongue worked up and down and around his shaft as she massaged his head with her throat. When his cock was in her mouth, she massaged his balls individually, taking one in each hand.

She gently squeezed and rolled his big balls while slurping and sucking and stroking his cock with her mouth. The gurgling and suction sounds she made filled the room. Drool and pre-cum oozed from around her lips, making his cock shiny and slick. She effortlessly teased and pleased his cock in every way till she felt his body tighten.

“Oh, fuck! You have to stop,” he begged. “You’re going to make me cum!”

She took her mouth off his glossy girth and looked up at him with a smile. “I dare you cum in my mouth.”

She returned his cock to her mouth and used one hand to stroke the base of his shaft. Working her mouth, throat, and hands in unison, she pumped and sucked his meaty monster for its load. Within seconds of twirling her tongue around his tip, stretching his foreskin, his toes curled and his back arched.

His orgasm resembled one of the many he’d given her. His body shook, and he cried out as his load released into her hot, wet mouth. She slid her mouth up his shaft and squeezed her lips around his tip. Using both hands, she pumped every drop she could into her mouth. She almost handled his load until her mouth filled faster than she could swallow.

Gagging on cum, she pulled her mouth off his spewing head to catch her breath, allowing a mouthful of cum to flow out like a sticky white waterfall. Still, her hands pumped his balls till they were empty. As his dick softened in her palms, she took stock of all the cum that shot freely on her face and tits. Most of his cum spilled out of her mouth and drooled down onto her hands and settled in his dark bush.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighed. “You are fucking amazing. I usually don’t cum that fast, but fuck, you’re a good cocksucker.”

“Thank you. And I don’t usually swallow, but your cum is so thick and tastes amazing.”

Adrian leaned up and smiled at her. “How much of it did you actually swallow? Because, from here, it looks like you missed some.” His cock twitched at the sight of her creamy brown skin speckled with his thick white cum.

She laughed and looked at the gooey mess dripping down her tits. “Whose fault was that?”

As he lay back down, she took hold of his half-softened cock and began licking the cum out of his sticky bush. She also took the time to clean his cock of any remaining late streams of creamy goodness. Next, she licked the wet layer of cum off her hands, making loud sucking sounds as she cleaned her fingers.

Most of the cum cleaned up, she climbed into bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer as she wiped the cum off her face and tits and licked it off her fingers. He lay, watching her clean herself, admiring her absolute abandonment of innocence. Her newly found sluttiness was the most erotic thing he’d seen in a long time. By the time she was completely clean, his cock was rock hard.

“Goddamn, girl, that was sexy!”

She sat up and kissed him sweetly before laying her head on his chest. As though she lay next to her new husband, she cuddled tighter, squeezing her sweaty body against his. Her right hand slowly followed the rippling muscles down his chest, over his impressive abs, and grabbed his revitalized, throbbing cock.

She stroked his meaty pole with intent as she looked up into his eyes. “I don’t have the money to leave my husband right now; so, you’ll just have to be content being my side piece. Plus, I like cheating on my husband; it makes my pussy wet for your big cock.”

“That’s cool! I’m not the dating type anyway.” Adrian moved his hand to her cheek and pulled her close for a sweet kiss. “Out of curiosity, though, how did your husband convince you to marry him?”

“He used to buy me amazing gifts. OHMIGOD… I’m just one of his stupid whores!”


“He buys all his ‘girlfriends’ gifts, and my dumbass fell for it.”

“Well, you weren’t a dumbass when you decided to fuck me. Hell, if you really revenge, we should make him watch the next time we fuck.”

Briana’s pussy throbbed when Adrian said that. “You have no idea how wet that makes my pussy.”

“And you say we’re not dating?”

“Nope. Not dating. Why?”

“Honestly, it might get hard for us to fuck and not develop feelings.”

“Feelings or no feelings, we keep fucking.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. How I cannot fall in love with such a horny girl?”

They kissed again, this time exploring each other’s mouths with their slippery tongues. As their hands slid and roamed over each other’s aching bodies, Adrian moved between Briana’s legs. They both sighed and took a deep breath as he entered her tight, ever-wanton womanhood.

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Killer 4

What do you mean, you don’t want to hear the boring shit?
I thought it was kind of romantic… his hand in my short’s pocket, tight against my bum, stroki…
No? Don’t care about the human parts!!
Fine, suit yourself!
I’ll adumbrate! (Cool word!… yeah?)
Well then… sit back, drink your wine and keep your hands off the dog!… it’s my turn next… OK!?

I’ll try to keep things short, until I get to the juicy parts…

Bill and I packed up our shit and we walked back to his truck.
Bill took me to the cop’s… that sucked!
Nothing like being told you are a stupid little girl to piss off a teenager.
Even worse, Bill sided with them, so I went all sullen and pouty on him… not that he cared.

Then he drove me home to drop me off… probably happy to get rid of me… sullen and pouty has it’s drawbacks!
Well, he tried to get rid of me, at least.
Mum got hysterical.

“Who’s this guy?”
“I know what you’ve been up to!”
“Little slut!”, that was Ben!…
“Fuck you, Ben!”

Dad and Ben got violent… made an attempt at it, anyway.
Bill used them to wipe the floor.
🙂 I enjoyed that part!

Then, demonstrating parent-logic for you… Dad got all shitty with me and threw me out of the house…
I was a bad girl for running away from Home!.
and I was a bad girl for coming back?

“I don’t want you fucking this guy!
Get out of my house and don’t come back!”

Where did Dad think I would go?
Who did he think I wind up with?
Dad literally tossed me back into Bill’s arms, to do whatever he wanted with me!
That made sense!

So Bill took me home… only to get me cleaned up, letting Dad cool off before trying to off-load me at home again.
Bill was getting nervous… he could see the writing on the wall… I was going to cling to him like a limpet! and I could see that if I was going to cling… I’d need a lot of suction, if I wanted to get my way…

So, I got to have a nice long shower, soap, shampoo, thinking about what I should do to get back into Dad’s good books… Yeah!… Nah!…, fuck Dad!
I soaped up again and went out to find Bill…
Surprised him, in the Kitchen…
He was like putty in my hands… until he hardened up…
I let him paw my soapy tit’s, kissing him until his breathing was harder than his dick…
Wet soapy sex, starting off against the bench, then on my knee’s as I applied some of that suction, that I mentioned before and by the time I was done, the only place I was going was onto the kitchen floor…
Bill on top… sliding around because of the soap…
“Get on your knee’s! Becky!”
A flash of excitment! Doggy style, I’d been wanting to try that!
On my knees, letting Bill take me from behind… hands holding me…
His cock… IN me…out, in, out, in, out, in…
The click-a-clack of Killer’s claws, as he walked across the floor, circling, snuffling around the two of us, we tried to ignore him… focussed on each other’s hands, cock, pussy….

Bill was doing nice long strokes up inside me…
Head down, I looked back, watching as he pumped it into me, I wiggled my bum, feeling the change of angle as a sideways pressure, a new pleasure discovered!…

Saw the dog’s head intrude… felt the brushing of his tongue on me as he sampled the taste.
“Get out of it dog!” Killer tongued Bill’s cock too, I saw it wrap around when he withdrew slightly more and pumped it deeper into me… Bill withdrew fully and Killer licked us both… getting his big tongue to start on my clit before it travelled over my labia, which had been spread wide by Bill. Then Bill leaned away and watched as Killer licked my bum too… even though it was clean he seemed fascinated by it… covering it with long slow licks that felt like a gooey finger rubbing and circling me…arousing me…

Watching Killer licking Becky was a sweet type of torture… his tongue stroking her arse, each cheek being lifted up, settling down… as it passed over them… slowly… erotically.

I wanted to be back inside her.. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of her!, but I saw her responding to the different type of touch that the dog gave her… saw her respond with a small smile… she… we… wanted to see him do it to her, I felt envy, jealousy… but a kind of understanding too… we’d both had found out that dog’s offered something unique, special… we had found an animalistic need in each of us that satisfied a need… bestiality satisfied us… I hoped Becky would be OK with the way I was, the same way I accepted it in her… and if she wanted it now?… it was OK with me! I was certain I would get something later. So I menatlly and figuratively took a step to the side… and let the dog carry on.

The dog moved in closer. Becky’s eye’s closed and she sighed as the dog’s seduction of her continued… she spread her legs for him and his head dipped down, his tongue flicked between her legs, the top of his nose rubbing her too, as he probed deeper..

Rebecca lifted her hand and put it between her legs… I couldn’t see what was going on!… I wanted to part of the action! not just a voyeur, excited by the show, but a participant!
I knelt beside her and lay my hand on her back… she opened her eye’s and looked at me… eye’s widening, as if she had forgotten I was in the room…
“It’s OK!… it’s me!”, I told her… she relaxed at my voice… no disgust, no recrimination… she was just a girl who liked dog’s… maybe I could show her I liked dog’s too?… later! there would be time for that later!

I leaned over and kissed her shoulder’s… kept on kissing down into the snmall of her back, thinking about what the dog was doing, tongueing her… changed from kissing to licking her too, the tip of my tongue slidding up her vertibrae. Becky gave a small gasp that ending with a sound of satisfaction.
I lay my arm across her back, like I was the dog, preparing to mount her from the side, sliding my cock around the curve of her bum… just like a dog, my resolve not to get too involved evaporating as my excitment grew and my cock got closer to her!
Just like the bitchhad , Rebecca had started to turn towards me… I felt a flash of excitement at how I had won her over, resolved to act like a dog for her, in the future and now…!

The dog, seeing my intent and not willing to make way for me, pulled his nose out from between her legs and mounted her, in my place… pumping erratically… I saw him moving his body around… trying to find his way into her body… like a blind person using a cane, sussing out the way around a newly detected obstacle… tapping the cock against Becky’s skin with a quick series of tap’s… probing… I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but I saw it reflected in how Becky’s body was pushed forward under the force of his actions.


Tap?, Tap?
Tap?, Tap?, Tap?

Tap?, Tap??
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust…

It was obvious to me that Killer’d felt something different and was exploring how it felt… then, satisfied he was into something good and panting with the additional effort he threw at the task… he moved into full fuck mode…

“Fuck!”, Rebecca gasped out urgently… she stood swiftly, throwing the dog off her, his cock slipped into sight, extended out in front of him, long and thin as the dog continued humping, pre-come still being pumped out in small squirts.
Becky placed her hand over her bum… hand sort of wiping it as her faced looked horrified… she took her now wet hand away and inspected it.

That hadn’t been much fun!
I’d been feeling so ready, what with both Bill and Killer sharing me… pleasing me, arousing me in their own ways… TWO males trying to entice me to share my body with them… and succeeding!
Bill still wanting to be in there, despite me liking the dogs touch… telling me it was OK to feel like that… Bill acting like a dog too, licking, tasting me… his arm sliding over my back, touching my fully naked body, so obviously wanting to take me, ride me… continue having sex with me… accepting the way I was…

Within myself, I’d accepted having both of them being present at the same time… doing them both at the same time… two sexual partners… I was willing to give it a try!
Waiting for it… Bill’s erection was sliding down my body, I felt it on my waist… sliding past my hip bone, onto the softness of my bum cheek, following the curve, starting to go inwards… I’d spread my leg’s for him… anticipating the moment that Bill slid into postiton, directly behind me, cock slipping inside me again… I swallowed, feeling my readiness… waiting to welcome him into me…

The sudden arrival of the dog’s weight, the dog’s cock… came as a surprise!
Not unwelcome… I was just… taken by surprise!. I quickly braced myself as he started to hump me… cock going into my muscle, between my legs… an irratic, erotic feeling of his meat wetly poking and prodding me… I found it kind of funny that he was so terrible at aiming… until, in a rush, it went UP MY ARSE!.

The dog was so quick to detect the change in sensation! He had launched himself halfway up before the pain registered. I felt a short sharp slipping sensation and then noticed that my bum was on fire. My eyes had widened at that and the dog fed another 2 inches inside before I flinched away. His cock was wrenched from me, hot liquid leaked out to over my broken, boiling-hot bumhole… had his cock preforated me? I thought in shock…

I stood and put my hand on my bum, feeling the wetness covering my fingers. Oblivious to Bill standing and taking me into his arms… I forced myself to bring my hand back around and look at it… just wet! only a clear liquid!
Oh, thank God, for that!! My arse felt so sore!
Bill’s hand was rubbing my bum in a soothing manner… I let him lead me off to his bedroom… he banished the dog from it and lay there cudding me until I’d recovered from the shock and pain… faster than he knew… I let him make love to me afterward, promising he would be gentle… the pain in my bum fading… but adding to what Bill did to me… he let me go on top!, and it was so nice being in charge!
After a while I made his cock stretch me slowly, carefully introduced myself to anal sex… the dog’s pre-come easing the way, Bill’s precome easing the way… the KY bill had found, easing the way… and now that my bum was lubed, and soothed… with the proper care taken… it felt good!
“Thank you, Bill!…”
“Mmmm, You’re welcome!” he’d murmured back, eyes and hands roving over me!, hands on my hip’s… I couldn’t detect any downwards pressure from them… but the thought of being pushed down, impaled onto it, helped me along…

I took that stretching feeling and swapped it for the deep stimulation that felt good, right… anal sex felt good… and right for me!
The dog was scratching at the door, but we ignored him…
I swapped Bill to the front and bent over him, intent on finishing off… Bill ran his hand’s down the sides of my back… caressing me, lightly urging me on.

The dog worked out how to open the door, by pulling the door handle down…
He was on the bed, straddling both of us, pre-come spraying, before we had realised it…
I was bent low over Bill, the dog got on my back tried to fuck me again…

Poor Bill!
I saw the moment his eye’s suddenly flew wide, felt the dog’s action change to … I’m in!… now GO FOR IT! style of fucking, gripping hard and full on thrusting.
I heard Bill, not able to stop the dog, grunt and wince and flinch away as Killer drove his cock into him. The dog was stronger than either of us, back legs driving himself home… I felt his legs and belly hitting and rubbing me forward in time with his efforts.

The dog took me in the bum!
I could truly sympathise with Becky now!

There was no stopping Killer’s cock from going into me. Once the tip had pierced me the rest of it just followed the passage upwards, with me grunting at the pain, feeling it poking into the walls and forcing my colon to conform to his long straight cock. Lying on my back, eyes wide with pain, I could see the dog looking at me, past Becky’s knowing, concerned eyes… she knew what I was feeling, she herself was being pumped by the dog too. but it was me with it up my arse.

The dog was looking at me also… I watched his eyes light up as he worked out that I was the one that he was servicing… Yeah! I could see the satisfaction and he was grunting in almost exactly the same manner that I was… except he conveyed happiness, unlike the sound’s I was making!
Fuck! he was so big!
His cock was rampaging up and down, inside me, his sheathe against me … the knot beginning to form, a hard lump was swelling up. The dog kept trying to get it into me, pushing it inwards, adding pain upon pain as he tried to force my arse wide enough to accept it.
I reached around and got my fingers around his thickening shaft… I wasn’t going to let him get knotted in me!… but if I let him out now, he’d be back inside Becky, before I could stop him!
I accepted what I planned to do! For Becky’s sake!… I kept him in me as he continued to nail my arse.

The dog used me to get to Bill… joined together like we were, the dog thusting against me made me continually bounce up and down on top of Bill… keeping Bill inside me… in fact… he was still pleasing me!
Bad Becky!
I lay down on top of Bill, the weight of the dog and what he was doing to us rubbing us Bill and I together…
It felt good!…
Bad Becky!
My nipples were rubbing him… I raised and lowered my upper body, my breasts being bounced up and down now too… I changed the timing of it… Killers movements made them sway forwards and backwards… my nipples brushed over Bills chest.
Bill was softening up… but I wasn’t finished yet! a selfish part of me moaned.
The dog was slowing down now… When he withdrew, I followed suit… and Bill slipped deeper into me…
“Can you do that for me”, I pleaded with him…
“Kind of busy just now…” he replied… Well… I guess he was full of dog cock, after all.
“Ok, if I do it then?”
“Be my guest!” he panted…

So I did… it was hard work… the dog was still on my back, I was moving both of us… Bill stayed hard though, so between the dog and I, something was working out right.

I was being double-teamed by a woman and a dog! I felt them both moving around on… and in… my anatomy…
You shouldn’t be hard, Bill!
No… but I couldn’t help myself… the feel of Becky as she enjoyed herself more than compensated for the feel of the dog… the pain had stopped… the dog was not pumping anymore… I was absolutely full of him, but the movement had mostly stopped… the pain went with the lack of motion.
Beck lowered herself on to me more… her breast’s and nipples dragging through the hair on my chest… she started to bob them up and down on me, her nipples hard enough to feel.
I could see that this was arousing her… I thought of ways to help…
but managed to keep my face straight as I did what was necessary…
There we go!

I was shuddering with the enjoyment that Bill was giving me!
Enjoying him as the dog fucked him too…
Bad girl, Becky!
Bad girl!
Bad girl!
Dog cock!
engaging with my butt!
In me!
Up me!
Both holes being filled with meat!
Two penis’s at once!
They were both… meeting each other, way up inside me, almost touching as they slithered up and down.
Bad Bill!
Bad Killer!
Mating with them both!
They were both so good!
Sharing me! Spearing me!
Both of them working together to make me come!

Bill’s arms were over my back, hooked over my shoulders, fingers wrapped around my collar bone, pulling me down onto their cocks… Killer had control of my hip’s! dragging me, shagging me, with his boner!
Both cock’s were of similar length, similar shape… the two males’ cocks felt like twins! Identical twins fucking me! Coming in me, I was so wet for it, for them… they made me so wet!

They couldn’t keep up with me!
I wanted it faster than they could do it!
I ran them ragged as my orgasm exploded through the nerves of my arse and pussy!
Fuck me!
Fuck me!
Fuck me!
Love me!
Love me!
Thank you!
Thank you both…
I love you guy’s too!

There was no talk of taking me home, after that!

The next two years were the best of times for us… and the worst!

Out and out lies!…. Ben again!… what was his problem?

No woman trusted their husband so much that they would employ me…
and those men that would have… they weren’t the type of men that I could trust.

Bill was good for me!
But. in the end, I had to leave him. I had a life to live that wasn’t full of mealy-mouthed locals.
Bill knew… he understood… he’d been getting the same shit… when the time came… he let me go… making it as painless as he could.

What more can you ask for… from your first lover?
Dead? No, he’s not dead!
Yeah?… Yeah!… maybe I should visit him, one day…
Fancy a road trip?
Think about it!

Lets see if the dog is up for it again!…
Here, boy!


I wandered out of the little shit’s reach and collapsed in the shade, inside the open-ended 44 gallon drum, that I called home… dozing off, shaded from the afternoon sun.
Not getting poked, with a stick was good!… even better, was dreaming of the past… a suitable pasttime for an old dog, one well past his prime.

I heard the cadence in the footsteps, so reminescent of how the Boss walked…
swivelled my ear’s in that direction… coming closer… closer…

I looked up when the old dog started nutting off at something… someone, I amended, squinting out into the bright sunlight at the figure walking up the drive way… he hadn’t been that excited in years!
Not since…
“Becky?” I whispered to myself…

Adventures With Vicky, The Blonde BBW

This is a true story that took place several years ago. All names have been changed to protect everyone’s identity.

I have a friend, Bob. He’s in his sixties and retired. We get together every now and then and fool around. He loves to suck my cock and show me naked pictures of his wife while he’s blowing me. He really loves when I tell him how I would make him suck me in front of his wife then watch as I fuck her, but sadly, that never happened…

Bob and I talked about finding a BBW for a threesome. So we put an ad on CL and we had to weed through the hookers and spam. Weeks went by and I had forgotten about the ad, when I got an email from a girl named Vicky who wanted to be in on a threesome.

Vicky was forty-five, divorced, and had done some swinging in the past. She sent me a face pic (she was very pretty) and a couple of body shots showing her big tits and ass. Bob was into her but he wanted me to meet her first to see if her and I clicked and if we did, then we’d arrange a threesome at his house while his wife was at work.

So I made plans with Vicky to meet for breakfast at a diner to get to know each other a bit and go over what she would and wouldn’t do. The morning came for me to meet her and I arrived at the diner about ten minutes early. I went in, got a table and ordered a cup of coffee.  Vicky showed up a few minutes later and looked even prettier in person than she did in her pictures. She was wearing a bright pink winter coat, her the first couple of buttons on her white blouse were opened revealing her tremendous cleavage. She wore black dress pants that fit her nicely, she looked to be dressed to work in a pretty conservative office.

She sat down next to me at the table and ordered a cup of tea. After the waitress delivered her tea, I casually reached under the table and placed my hand on her thigh. She smiled at me when I did it, so I began massaging her thigh as we chatted. We were speaking quietly, but since we were talking about pretty explicit things, we decided to go to my car to sit and talk, so we would have a little privacy. I really admired her shapely, large ass bouncing as I followed her out.

I opened the car door for her and she sat down, I went to the other side and got in the car. Before I could close the door, she leaned over and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. After a few moments of our tongues dancing, I closed the door and we then made out like a couple of horny teenagers. It was fantastic! Her lips and tongue were such a joy to kiss and as we were making out, I undid a couple more buttons on her blouse and unclasped her bra. I reached into the cup and felt her soft smooth skin, her nipples were very hard and she was obviously turned on. This went on for several minutes before I reached around and felt her soft ass. She moaned and reached for my cock which was straining in my pants.

She was rubbing the length of my cock and her thumb was rubbing circles around the head.  I undid the button on her slacks and pulled the zipper down.  Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she adjusted herself in the seat slightly so that I could put my hand in her panties.  Her pussy was shaved smooth and her lips were swollen, puffy and she was wet. When my index finger touched her clit she made the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. I leaned down, moving her bra out of the way and sucked a nipple into my mouth as my finger traced her slit, before I pushed my index finger into her hot pussy. I was alternately sucking and biting her nipples as I began to finger fuck her, my thumb working her clit as I did so.

Within a few minutes her breathing got faster, she was moaning like crazy and began to buck her hips as I fingered her to orgasm! After she came, she undid my pants, had me lean the seat back and she sucked my cock. She sucked like it was what she meant to do! She gave GREAT head and it wasn’t long before I was pumping her mouth full of cum. She swallowed almost all of it, but came up and kissed me deeply letting me taste the remaining jizz in her mouth.  

We both straightened up and then we actually talked about the threesome, since we clearly clicked. She basically said her only limits were pain, golden showers, or leaving physical marks. Other than that she was totally submissive and willing to do what we wanted. We made a date for the following Thursday morning to meet up at Bob’s and then we went our separate ways.

After our initial meeting where we fooled around in the car, I was counting the hours till the following Thursday when Vicky and I would go to to Bob’s for a MMF threesome.  The day finally arrived. I showered well, spending extra time lathering my cock, balls and ass, then I dressed in my normal work clothes, slacks, dress shirt and tie. Off I went.

Vicky and I were to meet at nine in the morning in the parking lot of a local mall, she would ride with me from there to Bob’s.  I pulled into the lot at about the same time that Vicky did and I followed her to where she parked.  She got out of her car and looked amazing! She had the same pink jacket on, but was wearing a tight tan sweater. with a deep V front making her cleavage the center of everything. 

She wore a matching skirt that was about six inches above her knee and knee-high black boots! She really looked fucking sexy! I opened the car door for her and she got in, I leaned in and we kissed, our tongues dancing for a minute or two. I broke off the kiss and pulled out of the parking lot.  It was about a ten minute drive to Bob’s and I put my hand on her thigh massaging it as we drove. I asked her if there was any specific fantasy that she wanted to live out this morning.

Her reply was, “I want to be blindfolded the entire time until we’re finished. I think that will be so hot!”

I agreed and as we pulled into Bob’s driveway, I loosened my tie.

Bob had left the front door unlocked, and that morning he let me know that he would be waiting for us in the master bedroom. As soon as I closed and locked the door, I removed my tie and used it to blindfold her. Taking her arm I guided her up the stairs and down the hall into Bob’s master bedroom. He was lying naked on his bed, porn on the TV, slowly stroking his cock. I let him know that Vicky was to stay blindfolded and then told her to strip for us. 

As she removed her clothes I did too, and within a minute the three of us were naked.  I guided Vicky to the bed and had her sit down. Bob could hardly contain himself and reached out and roughly cupped her tits. Vicky sharply inhaled, as she loves having her tits played with.  I kissed Vicky then pushed her back so that she was lying down, Bob knelt by her head and guided his cock to her mouth. Vicky opened her mouth and sucked Bob’s smaller cock into her mouth.

I positioned myself between Vicky’s legs and began by kissing the insides of her thighs. This made her moan as she sucked Bob’s cock. Soon my lips were even with her pussy, which was already wet. I couldn’t wait to taste her, so I dove right in. Her pussy tasted amazing! She moaned louder as I licked her pussy.  Bob was starting to fuck her mouth as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. I pushed my tongue inside her then licked up to her clit before circling it with my tongue, then I sucked her clit into my mouth, tonguing and sucking it as I held onto her hips.  

Bob said he didn’t want to cum yet and pulled out of her mouth. This just enabled her to loudly moan and groan with pleasure. Bob kept up the assault on her tits as I slid two fingers inside her, flicking her g-spot as my tongue was working her clit. It didn’t take long before she was bucking her hips and moaning, “I’m going to cum!!!” Seconds later she squirted her cum in my mouth as her orgasm ripped through her body. I gave her a minute to come down and told her to get on all fours.

Bob came over to me and sucked my cock into his mouth, he gave good head, but not as good Vicky! With her big, delicious ass in the air, I spread her cheeks apart exposing her little pink asshole. I kissed it, then ran my tongue in little circles around her asshole. Eventually, I got her so wet my tongue would slide inside her. I instructed Bob to get underneath Vicky so that she could ride his little cock. She is such a good slut and reached beneath her and quickly inserted his cock into her pussy.

She began riding him while I got on the bed behind her. She knew to stop as I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole as I slowly and gently eased the head of my cock into her ass. Very slowly I began to fill her ass, I could feel Bob’s cock through her cunt pushing against mine. As I began to fuck her ass, she began moving her hips enjoying the feeling of a cock in her pussy and ass at the same time.

We settled into a nice rhythm. Her tits were swinging back and forth. It looked so sexy! I began to really dominate her, calling her a fat, worthless cunt. She really got turned on by that kind of talk and began riding us both harder. “That’s it slut! Ride that cock while you have one in your ass!” With that she began to cum again, her body shaking and convulsing like crazy.  I pulled my cock out of her ass and moved up and stuck my cock in Bob’s mouth. I told him to clean it off good and of course, he did.

I then moved back into position behind them both and instead of fucking her ass, I slid my cock into her cunt, stuffing her full of two cocks! She practically squealed saying, “Yesssssss, fill my slutty cunt!” I was pumping in and out, Bob’s cock gliding against mine inside her. 

Bob was again playing with her tits as I smacked her ass and told her that she was, “a good fuck pig.” She was having a blast, we all were!

A few more minutes and she was cumming again, for the third time in less than a half-hour. After letting her rest a minute, I pulled out of her and pushed her off of Bob.

I told her, “Lie back, spread your legs and bring your knees up to your chest, whore!”

Being the good sub that she is, she followed intently. I guided my cock into her very wet cunt and began fucking her hard.  Bob was jacking his cock near her face. I knew he was going to cum soon, so I told him to cum on her tits. A few seconds later and Bob shot four ropes of cum across her magnificent tits as I held her hips, fucking her hard. I had never seen Bob cum like that, he usually just dribbles a couple drops of cum. 

Vicky scooped up his cum with her fingers and before she could put it in her mouth, I told her to put her hand straight out so Bob could eat his own cum. He greedily licked the cum off of her fingers then bent over to lick the rest off of her tits. When he had cleaned her up, I pulled out of her and told her it was her turn to ride me. With the blindfold still on, I helped guide her into position.  She lowered her hot, wet pussy onto my cock and began to ride me hard. I could tell that she wanted me to cum, but I wanted to enjoy this.

I reached up, fondling and pinching her nipples, as she rode me, again she was moaning and panting. She ground her pelvis hard into me, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm hit her, she was cumming and began to squirt again, lifting herself off my cock, soaking me and the bed.  

Giving her a minute to recover, I instructed her to get between my legs as her and Bob took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls.  While Bob was deepthroating me, I told Vicky, “Lick my ass, pig!”  Again being an obedient slut, she began eating my ass as Bob was sucking my cock.  

It only took a couple minutes of this before I was ready to blow! I told Bob to stop and just lick my balls, Vicky took my cock in her mouth and began sucking and bobbing her head up and down, taking my full length into her throat each time.

I wasn’t going to last long and told her, “I’m gonna cum!”

Vicky held the base of my cock and began to quickly lick the underside of the head of my cock.  Bob was watching as the first blast of cum shot from my cock and hit him right in the nose! Vicky aimed my cock at her mouth and dutifully swallowed the rest of my cum. Bob licked scooped and licked my cum from his nose. I was wiped out, it was an amazing orgasm and we all just laid there, gently touching each other for several minutes.    

At this point we removed the blindfold and all three of us cleaned up and got dressed. Bob walked us out and we got into my car. On the ride back to the mall, Vicky thanked me several times for making a fantasy come true. She then asked me if she could make a fantasy come true for me. I told her, “My ultimate fantasy to have a wild threesome with two sexy BBWs.”

Vick thought about it a minute and said her friend Sara might be up for it, she promised to call her and set something up. Later that day, Vicky called me and let me know that her friend Sara was into it and we set something up for the following week.

Fast forward to one week later…

I made arrangements to meet Vicky and Sara at a short stay motel not far from where I worked. I got to the motel first and got a room, then texted Vicky with the room number. She knocked on the door a few minutes later and I let her in. She texted Sara who said she’d be there in about ten minutes. Vicky turned on the TV and found some MFF porn.

She looked hot as fuck today. She was wearing a black dress, that was very tight, showing off her curves beautifully. Her tits were straining to be free as was her ass. We sat on the bed and began making out as I was feeling her up through her dress.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door. Vicky got up to let Sara in. Sara is also a BBW, but she’s a bit bigger than Vicky. Most of her weight is in her ass, hips, legs, and her belly. Her tits are smaller than Vicky’s but looked perky. Her outstanding feature was her very wide hips! Her ass was huge, but the whole package screamed sexy SSBBW!

After a brief introduction to Sara, Vicky asked me to sit in the chair so they could put on a little show for me. And put on a show they did! The wasted no time, standing in front of me, kissing each other, Sara was pinching Vicky’s nipples through her dress, as Vicky was massaging the huge globes of Sara’s ass. Sara began to undo Vicky’s dress and in a few minutes they were both standing completely naked. While Vicky sports a neatly trimmed bush, Sara’s pussy hair was a bit longer and I could tell that she was already wet!

They moved to the bed and both sat, still deeply kissing, their hands exploring each other. Sara pushed Vicky back and climbed between her legs. I watched intently as her tongue got lost in the folds of Vicky’s vagina. Vicky began moaning almost instantly.

Sara looked absolutely amazing on all fours with her big ass up in the air as her face was buried in Vicky’s pussy. I moved to the back as I began to undress, watching Sara’s big ass wobbling as she was going down on Vicky. All the while, Vicky was moaning and running her fingers through Sara’s hair.

Once I was finally naked, I got behind Sara and held her ass cheeks open. I wasted no time burying my tongue in her hot, wet pussy.  Sara let out a stifled moan as her mouth was full of Vicky’s delicious pussy. Vicky began bucking her hips and I could tell that she was getting close.

As I was licking and sucking Sara’s pussy and clit, Vicky suddenly cried out, “I’m cumming,” as she squirted her pussy juice into Sara’s mouth.

Sara got up and planted her ass on Vicky’s face, grinding into her. As she did this, she was playing with her clit. I wasted no time and lifted Vicky’s legs up and moved past her pussy and began to eat her delicious asshole. All the while Vicky was wiggling and moaning. Sara was still riding her face, getting close to cumming herself.

Soon, I had Vicky’s asshole nice and slick. I inserted my index finger into her ass as I moved my mouth to her clit.  In about two minutes both Vicky and Sara were cumming. Again, Vicky squirted as she came and I swallowed every drop of her goodness.

The three of us rested for a minute, then Sara stated, “I love your pussy, V, but I need some cock right now!”

I moved on to the bed and let Sara position herself to suck my cock as I played with Vicky’s pussy while sucking her tits. Sara was a good cock sucker, giving me a great wet and sloppy blow job.

Vicky suggested that her and Sara both get on the bed next to each other in the doggy position and they could make out while I took turns fucking them. And that’s just what I did. First, I slid my cock deep inside of Vicky’s pussy.  I held onto her hips with one hand as I began spanking Sara’s fat ass. They were both moaning as they were making out with each other. It was one of the sexiest things that I’ve ever seen in my life!

A few minutes later, I pulled my cock from Vicky’s hot pussy and slid it hard into Sara. Sara was a lot tighter than I expected and her pussy felt like a velvet glove gripping my cock. I worked up a good rhythm and Sara began pushing her hips against me, meeting my thrusts.

I had replaced my cock with three fingers inside of Vicky’s pussy and was working my thumb in her ass as I was fucking her friend.

As I was pounding Sara’s pussy, the fat of her ass was rippling, causing me to pump her cunt harder.  Suddenly, Sara screamed out, “Cumming!”

Her whole body began shaking as her orgasm raged through her. After she stopped cumming, I pulled out of her and lined my cock up with Vicky’s asshole. I held her hips as I pushed slowly, but firmly, the head of my cock popping into her anus. Her ass felt so hot and so fucking tight! She relaxed and I slowly began moving my cock in and out of her ass. It didn’t take too long before my balls were slapping against her pussy.  Sara moved to the head of the bed so that Vicky could lick her pussy as I fucked Vicky’s ass.

Vicky was enjoying having her ass pounded. I was riding her hard and was slapping her ass. I would reach around and pinch her nipples every few strokes. Vicky was now fingering her pussy as I fucked her ass and I knew that soon all three of us would be cumming.  Sara’s orgasm hit first and that set Vicky off, I didn’t think her ass could get any tighter, but it did get tighter as she came, I almost thought she was going to rip my cock off of my body. But I held it deep inside her until her orgasm subsided.

Then my ultimate porn moment arrived.  Both girls knelt on the floor in front of me as I stood. They took turns sucking my cock. They both looked so fucking sexy. I was so turned on that I knew that I wouldn’t last long.  After less than three minutes of this, I pulled out of Sara’s mouth and the first rope of my cum landed square on her cheek. Vicky grabbed my cock and aimed it at her open mouth where the next two ropes landed.  Sara then grabbed my cock and greedily shoved it in her mouth, sucking the final three blasts of my cum down her throat.  

The three of us then collapsed on the bed, holding each other for a while before we cleaned up and left.  We had other adventures, some with Sara and Vicky and other guys and some one-on-one.  

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You Know…

You came for me, through the mists of time, 
A vision of beauty, without reason, without rhyme.  
I had seen you before, but not as you are, 
A wondrous gift, a heavenly star.  

The mists slowly cleared, transparency unveiled, 
New hope in sight, for my ship hadn’t sailed.  
Was it safe yet to dream, to let my heart soar,  
‘Twas protected and sheltered, chained, hidden in store.   

I dared to imagine our hearts coalesced,  
Your smile so enchanting, my heart you possessed,  
As nature intended, love’s first kiss, it did call,  
Your spell I fell under, so in love, I did fall.  

Desire unbridled, love melded with lust, 
With sensual touches, hips in passion did thrust. 
Two came as one, as I wore you like skin,
Attired in your fragrance, my head in a spin. 

Now here we are, my love, sharing worlds far and near, 
As we celebrate a saint, marked by lovers each year.  
Captured in your sparkle, I will not venture far,  
My valentine, my valentine, you know who you are.

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