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 Erotic Stories
Well, I'm unsure if this would be the correct place to post these, but since they take a good while to load due to size, I'm thinking it's close enough. If I get yelled at I'll load a picture. 
Let it be known, I did not write any of these. These are all pulled from a newsgroup I frequent, and are stories I either enjoyed myself, or thought others would.
Yummy erotica!!
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Connoisseur
by AimTwoPlease
There are boob men. There are ass men. Men who look first at shapely
legs or eye color or hair length. For me, life is not nearly as simple
as that. What I prize above all else is not something visible in the
public woman. What I prize is the secret between her legs.
A lover once opined, "Women may have different bodies, but pussies are
basically all the same, right? Warm and slippery?" There is but one
safe answer to this question. The truth is more complex.
Every woman is different, of course, though only a true connoisseur
appreciates the delightful rich reality of each woman's uniqueness.
You have to explore her with your fingers, learning her shapes and
folds, how she lubricates, the size and shape of her clit and how it
wants to be caressed. Your fingers discover the texture of her walls
and the sensitivity of her G-spot. And you have to explore her with
your mouth to bring more of your senses into play. Her musky aroma
that penetrates your nose and makes your head spin with lust. Her
taste, mild or moderate or strong, tart or delicate. The coloring of
her labia, how her vulva flushes and blooms with her arousal. Whether
her inner labia remain thin and only barely separate with a hint of
what lies between, or whether they fatten and yawn fuck-me wide.
And then the ultimate is exploring her with your penis. With it you
can reach farther into her mysterious sheath and learn the variations
of her internal heat and slickness, assess the nuances of her labia as
you stroke. You marvel at the subtleties of her texture and her
degrees of snugness inside. You edge your body higher to scratch your
shaft against her clit, and drive in deep to nudge against her cervix.
You rejoice at the clutching snuggles she can apply that tell you that
you are welcome within her body.
Sometimes you encounter a vagina that is seemingly disconnected from
its owner. As good as it may feel to thrust into this passive clasp,
as satisfying as it may be to romp forward to your orgasm, there is
always the nagging question in your mind about whether the face you're
looking at has any intimate relationship with the vagina you're fucking.
And then there are those women who can best be described as Great
Fucks. If you've never met one, then you have no idea what I mean. If
you have met one -- one, two, a dozen -- you'll never forget.
A Great Fuck. How can one best describe such a woman? Her vagina is
alive. It has muscles with which she can exert at least some small
measure of control and acknowledgement of your intruding hardness. She
has hips that can move, a body that does more than just lie there
dispassionately, and she also knows how and when to surrender to you.
A Great Fuck knows how to entice you into her body and to keep you
there. She knows how to get you to scrub your erection up one side of
her cunt and down the other, how to get you to penetrate her deep or
shallow, quick or slow, whether you are on top of her and pumping away,
or whether she is on top and in control.
A Great Fuck loves to fuck. Loves to be fucked. Loves to feel your
stiffness rooting around, stretching and rubbing. Loves to be
penetrated, to feel your cockhead prodding past her entryway "O", again
and again. She loves to be held, to be desired, to feel your passion
igniting hers and hers igniting yours. She loves to climax, as many
times as she and you can manage. And she loves you to climax. She
loves your deep, rutting thrusts that press your pubic bone against her
inflamed vulva and her solitary soldier that stands at attention and
just wants to join in. She craves your frantic final lunges and the
long, pulsing releases of your white-hot seed into her cunt as she
clenches around your stalk and squirms her hips against the paralyzed
rigidity of your body.
As vaginas go, the first truly memorable one I encountered belonged to
Kris, a married woman in her mid-twenties with a sexually apathetic
husband. I found his disinterest to be unfathomable. I was the third
man she'd slept with -- her husband, whom she'd been with since high
school; and a brief extramarital fling with a bartender, the year
before me.
Kris had an athletic body, compact breasts and strong upper legs and a
round, muscled butt. Her cunt was equally athletic. Brown fringes and
a tender, tasty pink center. Its outer Kegels had a firm, constant
grip that encircled my shaft with the width of a man's thumb and
forefinger, and further inside she was modestly snug and lightly
textured in a wonderful contrast to the muscled entrance. That
glorious opening just demanded repeated, full-length thrusts to
friction her distinctive grip up and down every inch of my cock, from
base to tip and back again.
I learned early in the relationship that Kris only orgasmed from oral,
from my tongue slathering up and down and side to side while my fingers
pressed rhythmic circles on her G-spot. Afterwards, when we fucked,
Kris remained highly aroused, receptive and amiably giving. Most of
the time we'd do it Missionary. Her wide-open eyes would lock onto
mine, she'd beam a joyous smile, and her hips would pump upward in an
eager, get-that-cock-IN-there urgency.
Kris was a marvel to fuck. I'd go shallow for a few tantalizing
teases, then when I couldn't restrain myself I'd plunge hard and deep,
eliciting squeaks from the protesting bed and a loud, happy moan from
Kris. "Again!" that moan would call out its demand to me, "Again!
Again!" Sometimes I'd prop myself up on my elbows and watch her eager
face and her erotically dancing breasts, and moments later I would
press my furry chest against those hard-tipped breasts and stab into
her marvelous cunt at different delicious angles, just to sample
everything it had to offer.
Nothing seemed to make her happier than when my climax hit. "Tell me
when you're going to come," she'd demand when she sensed I was close.
When my cock signaled its impending launch and I affirmed it with a
gasping "Now!", I would bury myself and her ankles would pull tight at
my thighs, and Kris would exhale a squeal of pleasure at my first
powerful spasm. Then, with my hips frozen in paralyzed pleasure and my
cock spurting release after release, Kris would undulate her hips
beneath me, and her grippy little cunt would tug around my shaft just a
little bit tighter to urge out every last drop.
I can only assume that Kris's naive husband had no idea what a gem he
had in his bed every night.
And then there was Lynn. Single, almost thirty, with a history of
intermixed long- and short-term relationships. Lynn had a cunt that
was quite different from Kris's, yet just as satisfying. Whereas
Kris's body as a whole and her cunt in particular had a muscular,
dynamic feel to it, Lynn's body and cunt were softer and more
femininely graceful and delicate. She had a gentle mouth, small hands
and thin fingers, tiny breasts, and wider womanly hips. Her vaginal
walls were remarkably smooth and uniform, with no discernable texture
or variations in width as I penetrated, and this uniformity was
exaggerated by her voluminous lubrication.
Whereas Kris's cunt made me want to drive into her with strong,
deliberate thrusts, Lynn's creamy snatch instead called for smooth,
almost sedate lovemaking. I wanted to caress her, inside and out. She
cradled my body atop hers, pressing the soles of her feet against the
outside of my calves and softly stroking my back with her fingertips,
and I gently stroked her cunt with a steady rhythm. She sighed happily
as I slid inward to arrive at a soft landing, and on each equally
languid withdrawal she gathered a breath for my next return. As her
excitement grew, so did the pace of her breathing and the remarkably
creamy slickness of her cunt. Our mouths, our tongues, regularly
connected in long, wet kisses.
Lynn had a predictable orgasm, an inexorable rise of arousal that
clearly signaled her approaching crest. By then our fingers would be
intertwined above her head and her happy sighs would have turned to
gasping, quivering vocal tremors. Only when she was irreversibly near
did I accelerate my thrusts and leap with her over the edge. When she
climaxed, Lynn's cunt emitted no detectable pulsing clenches, but her
soft, delicately feminine body did arch and stiffen for a most
wonderful dozen seconds, and I would just keep stroking, stroking,
stroking my spurting erection into her slippery sheath, breathing a
moist "Oh! Oh! Oh!" into her ear.
And then there was Kathleen, an Amazon of a woman, taller and heavier
than me, married to a man even larger than she and just as apathetic as
Kris's husband. Kathleen had heavy-lidded, smoldering Italian eyes and
an intensely passionate soul. Pendulous breasts with soft, sensitive
skin and perky nipples. A rounded body. Wide hips, sparse pubic hair
and a pussy that nestled between thick thighs. And what a pussy!
Kathleen possessed chubby outer labia that I pried apart to expose tiny
inner labia and a moderately sized hooded clitoris.
My first surprise was the remarkable way Kathleen's clitoris swelled in
size a few seconds before orgasm. Five minutes of delectable
cunnilingus was all she needed. Her climax was like a missile launch --
a gradual start that seemed to be going nowhere fast, then a rapid
acceleration that almost left me behind. A few seconds before her
peak, Kathleen's clitoris swelled between my lips, growing in length
and width to almost the size of the last joint on my little finger, and
then she crested with straining, noisy groans and rippling tremors of
her tummy and thighs.
My second surprise, days later, was discovering the strength of her
vaginal clench. I had two fingers inside her cunt, busy with her G-
spot, while my mouth was finishing its work. Her clitoris did its
familiar, magnificent swell, but this time her initial orgasmic spasm
literally expelled my fingers. It was no gentle clench, no friendly
nibble around my two fingers. No, it was a fist-strength, all-out wet
clench that lasted several seconds. I was startled. Stunned. When
that first intense spasm relaxed, I thought to try inserting my fingers
again, but before I could act, Kathleen's second spasm hit and I
discovered it was impossible to force a reentry in mid-clench.
I was, of course, now curious how this would feel around my cock.
Kathleen and I had fucked on two earlier occasions, but she hadn't
climaxed during intercourse. Call me selfish, but that became my
goal. The next time we were together, I brought Kathleen close to
orgasm with my mouth, and then I mounted her. I settled between her
thighs and notched my erection between those meaty outer labia,
stroking against her shy, crinkly inner labia and monitoring her
clitoral orgasm temperature gauge with the bottom side of my shaft.
Her heated cunt eventually beckoned beyond my ability to refuse, and
with a small downward pressure from my fingers I aimed true and pushed
inside.
Her cunt was, as always, a delight. I gave her half-strokes, trying to
control my own impending orgasm, and massaging her clit with my thumb.
That seemed to do it. Her orgasm jumped out and caught me by surprise,
and alas I was only half-inserted when it struck. Halfway wasn't deep
enough. Kathleen's massive clench expelled all but the tip of my cock,
and I had to struggle to maintain even that minimal penetration.
My concentration, however, was distracted by what I was seeing above
her neck. During Kathleen's previous orgasms, my face had been busy
between her legs. For the first time I was witnessing the effects of
the orgasm on her face. For the whole of those intense several seconds
of involuntary clench, Kathleen's face turned a bright red, frozen in
grimaced pleasure, exhaling a loud, dramatic groan that I knew could be
heard in the adjacent hotel room. Her neck muscles stood out like
stiff ropes. I truly feared for her heart.
When the spasm relaxed, Kathleen's face lost most of the crimson and
she began to breathe with quick little pants, and her cunt gave me an
open window of opportunity. I seized the moment. I jammed back inside
her, again barely halfway, just in time for the second spasm to rip
through her body. Once again my cock was almost completely expelled
and her face returned to that alarming color and frozen grimace. Was
this normal for her? Should I continue thrusting? Was she having a
seizure?
There was no time for rational thought. When the thunder of this
second spasm calmed, I dug my knees into the mattress and stabbed my
cock in as best I could to join her orgasm with mine. I managed two
healthy spurts before her third clenching spasm struck with that same
fist-tight cunt, epileptic-like straining body, and red face, though
thankfully less frighteningly intense than the previous two. I
shuddered a few more delicious spurts through the tightness, then
finally a more lengthy calm that allowed me to finish my ejaculations
with some final, satisfying thrusts.
There have been other memorable women, of course. Plump, busty Karen,
a divorcee with two kids, who sported distinctively small nipples and
small labia and a tight cunt. Voluptuous, promiscuous Mary, who would
straddle my hips and swirl her juicy cunt around my stationary upthrust
cock, roughly scrubbing her inflamed clit against my pubic bone while I
palmed her breasts and pinched her nipples and watched her enjoy the
ride. Petite Nina, mother of three with droopy A-cup tits and narrow
hips, with big suckable nipples, large kissable lips and meaty labia,
long and thick and pouty. Nina had a short cunt barely long enough for
my plundering cock, a desire to have me bump against her cervix, and
discernible episiotomy scar tissue that tickled against the bottom of
my shaft on every one of my many juicy, inward dives. Elaine, whose
lower-than-normal body temperature combined with my higher-than-normal
temperature, combined with an extraordinary tactile sensitivity of her
vagina, produced a woman who orgasmed when she felt the sensations of
my ejaculations splashing against her cervix and filling her cunt.
And Terry, long-waisted and short-legged mother of two who had
convinced herself that her vagina was loose and dry and uninteresting.
The reality was that her sweet vulva, framed by lush pubic hair, and it
summoned me with a heady lick-me fuck-me fragrance and taste. Inside
she was slick and silky, and her honeyed little piece of heaven called
out for as many repeat visits as I could manage every time we got
together for a few hours.
Don't misunderstand me. I have never met a vagina that I didn't
thoroughly enjoy. Each and every vagina -- each unique, delightful
cunt, owned by each unique, delightful woman -- has been special and
satisfying. Each is different, many are memorable, and a few are
remarkable.
I propose a toast: May your lover know what is down there between her
legs, and may she know how to use it. And may she want to share it
with you.
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The Hitchhiker
by Author Unknown
Greg turned left, exiting the highway. It was early
afternoon and he still a few hours drive ahead of
him. But he wasn't in a hurry, and this alternative
route was a bit more interesting.
Someone stood at the side of the road. As he came
closer, he saw that it was a young girl hitch-hiking.
He slowed down. She was in her early twenties, he
thought, had long red hair and a nice body, Her long
summer dress had a floral pattern, and blew around
her, occasionally revealing a pair of long, slender
legs in a pair of red, high-heeled shoes.
Greg wondered. She wasn't carrying any luggage and
was hardly dressed for traveling. What was she doing
here, off the main roads?
He stopped the car, opening the door for the girl.
She simply got in, closing the door after her.
"Where are you going?" Greg asked. The girl looked at
him, smiling quizzically.
"Just drive. I'll tell you when," she said. She had a
charming, hoarse voice. God, she was beautiful. Her
green eyes were shining, and now he noticed that her
cleavage offered a good view of a pair of round,
shapely breasts.
Greg started the car and drove off.
"There's a forest up ahead," the girl said. "There's
a place where you can stop the car."
"Aren't you going any further?" Greg asked, somewhat
disappointed.
Smiling, the girl arranged her dress, showing Greg
even more of her shapely legs.
"Why go further?" she whispered. "I can hardly wait."
Greg watched her slowly pulling her dress aside,
exposing her thin, white lace panties
"Wait?" Greg gasped.
Beside him, the girl pulled aside her panties,
letting him see the red hair of her pussy. She was
already wet, and Greg watched her as she dreamingly
slid a finger up and down her moist slit. She gave
tiny, excited gasps, as she masturbated - right there
beside him, as he tried to focus on steering the
car...
"We're almost there," she whispered. Greg woke up as
from a trance. He had completely forgotten, where
they were heading.
They drove into the forest, and tall, summer green
trees closed around the car. The girl was squirming
in the seat next to Greg, forcing two dripping wet
fingers into her pussy and slowly sliding them in and
out. She had undone a few buttons, enabling her to
massage her ripe breast with her other hand. "Mmm, oh
yes," she gasped, as her entire body trembled.
Greg's cock was swelling in his pants, buzzing with
lust. He knew the place they were heading for, and
they were almost there. Here was the small clearing
where you could pull over and park. And this was
where ...
"Ohhh," the girl suddenly screamed. Forcing two
trembling into her wet pussy, she fell forwards,
resting her face on the dashboard. Her entire body
shook as the orgasm flowed through her.
Watching the girl orgasm drove Greg crazy with lust.
He pulled over into the clearing, braked hard and
jumped out of the car. Then he opened the door next
to her. She still lay moaning over the dashboard.
Greg's cock was hard as bone in his pants. Grabbing
the dazed girl, he pulled her out of the car.
"Come on," he ordered. The girl tumbled out through
the door, and Greg placed her on her back on the hood
of the car. Then he stood next to her face,
unbuttoning his pants. His cock had never been this
hard.
"Suck my cock," he gasped, as she grabbed his stiff
tool, putting it to her lips. Her tiny, wet tongue
carefully licked around the swollen helmet. Then,
parting her lips, she started sucking the head of his
cock with wet, smacking sounds, as Greg moaned out
loud.
"Yeah, that's good. Suck it!"
Brutally grabbing the back of the girl's head, he
forced his cock into her mouth as far as it would go.
Slowly he slid it in and out, in and out, as she
sucked and slurped. The rock hard cock glistened from
the girl's saliva, as Greg fucked her mouth with
long, deliberate strokes.
Suddenly he noticed that the girl had started
masturbating again. She lay on the hood of the car,
her legs spread wide and both hands in her panties,
eagerly stroking and rubbing her pussy. Greg pulled
his cock out of her mouth and held it in his hand.
"You want it in your pussy?" he gasped, showing his
erect, wet cock to the girl. "You want my hard cock
in your randy pussy?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your
big cock!"
Greg turned the girl over and placed her feet on the
ground, making her bend over on the hood of the car.
He pulled off her panties, lifting her dress up over
her delicious, round ass-cheeks. Teasing he inserted
a finger in her hot, succulent pussy. He let the
finger probe her wet slit, massage her pussy lips and
stroke her clit.
"Mmm, yes," the girl moaned, lustily writhing on the
hood.
"Is it good?" Greg asked hoarsely. "Is this what you
want?"
"Gimme your cock!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"
Smiling, Greg placed the tip of his hard cock at the
mouth of the girl's pussy. Her red pubes tickled his
helmet, as her labia trembled from the pressure of
his cock. Standing like this he quickly undressed
completely, while the girl, still in her summer dress
and high-heeled shoes, gasped with anticipation. As
Greg stood stark naked behind her, he grabbed her
ass.
"Are you ready for some serious cock?" he asked.
"Mmm," she whimpered, biting her fingers with
unbearable excitement.
At the same time Greg thrust the entire length of his
long cock into the girl's pussy. "Ohhh," she screamed
out loud, as he immediately started pumping
forcefully in and out of the girl's pussy.
"Oh yes," oh yes" the cried out hoarsely, throwing
her self about. Sweating, Greg bent over her, holding
her wrists down on the hood, as he fucked her
"Is it good?" Greg whispered into her ear. "Is it
good to get fucked?"
"Yes - yes - yes," the girl gasped in time to the
hard thrusts of his cock. "I'm coming. Fuck me hard!"
He pulled out of her pussy, turned her onto her back
on the hood and spread her long, slender legs,
placing her calves on his shoulders. With the fingers
of one hand he parted her wet, swollen labia, as his
other hand guided his cock into her again. Gasping
hoarsely he slid it in and out, slowly in and out.
"Play with your pussy," Greg whispered. "Play with
your randy pussy, while I fuck you!"
The girl stared at him, her mouth open and her cheeks
flushed. She was very close to orgasm. Quickly she
raised her head, looking down at her own pussy and
Greg's hard, pumping cock. With the fingers of one
hand she parted her pussy lips, the other just grazed
her swollen clit. The girl jerked from her own touch.
"Ah," she cried. She couldn't take it.
"Keep going!" Greg commanded. "I wanna watch you
masturbate, while you get fucked!"
Eyes closed, she started massaging her clit. "Oh no,"
she whimpered, "it's so good ... fuck me ... I'm ...
coming."
The girl let out a loud scream as she came. She threw
herself about on the hood with ecstasy. Greg had to
grab hard onto her shoulders to keep her still.
The girl's orgasm made Greg want to come, too, and he
increased the speed of his fucking. With full force,
he thrust his hard cock into the girl's pussy.
"No," she whispered, "please stop..."
"Oh yes," Greg hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you. Can you
feel me fucking you, baby?"
He was blacking out from lust. The girl's breasts
were bouncing, and the car suspension rocked, as Greg
plunged his explosive cock into her pussy again and
again and again
"Oh, I'll fuck you!" he shouted. "I'll squirt into
you pussy!"
Perhaps the girl climaxed again - Greg was oblivious
to anything but his own pleasure. But suddenly he
felt the semen bursting its way through his swollen
cock. Sweating, he pulled out of her pussy, squeezing
his cock in his hand. Trembling, he crawled onto the
hood and kneeled down, straddling the girl's face.
"Yeah," she whispered huskily. "Let me have your
thick cum!"
At the same moment, as if by command, his cock
started ejaculating.
"Aaah," Greg yelled, as long, white jets of hot semen
pumped out of his cock. He sprayed the girl's face,
her cheeks, her neck. She even opened her mouth to
taste the last, creamy spurts.
He sat for a while, lazily masturbating the last
drops from his cock. "Great," she whispered.
"Perfect," Greg replied.
Exhausted, he crawled off the hood and collapsed in
the gravel next to the car. There was a breeze
blowing now, rustling through the leaves and cooling
his naked skin.
Greg stood up, somewhat unsteadily, and started
dressing. The sun was still shining to the trees, and
for the first time Greg noticed the sound of birds
singing. But there was another sound, too.
"Mmm. Mmm. Ohhh..."
The girl had started masturbating again. She sat with
her legs wide apart, stroking her naked pussy. Greg's
fresh semen still glistened on her face. She looked
at him longingly.
"Oh, I'm so horny," she whispered.
Greg was breathing heavily, completely exhausted.
"Really?" he asked, out of breath.
But the girl didn't answer. Closing her eyes and
panting heavily, she slid a finger all the way into
her soaking wet pussy. Greg put his clothes back on,
watching the insatiably hot girl masturbating on the
hood of his car.
"All right," he said, though she probably didn't
hear.
He then went back to the road, the girl moaning
behind him.
There weren't many cars on the road. And he let the
first couple of sedans pass: A single woman, a
married couple, another single woman. But finally an
old van came towards him, driven by to men in
overalls. One was about forty, the other hardly a day
over seventeen, presumably father and son. Perfect!
Greg stood in the middle of the road in front of the
van, making it pull over to the side and stop. The
older of the two men seemed to be cursing at the
interruption. As Greg went up to the side of the van,
the young man opened the door.
"You got a problem?" he asked.
"Yeah," Greg responded.
"What kind of a problem?" the oldest man asked,
annoyed.
Greg smiled. "I think it's one you'll enjoy! But you
better take a look yourselves."
Baffled, the two men looked at each other.
"Okay," the oldest man finally said. They got out of
the car and followed Greg into the clearing. "My name
is Larson," the oldest man finally said, "and this is
my son Billy. But what kind of a problem is it
anyway?"
"The best kind," Greg said. And now the two men
caught sight of the girl in her summer dress writhing
on the hood of his car.
"Holy shit," the son said. "Is that...?"
Larson laughed nastily. "I think we can handle that.
Eh, boy?"
They went to the car, where the girl now lay on all
fours on the hood, her wet, slippery fingers sliding
in and out of her pussy. She squirmed and panted
heavily, her entire body trembling. Suddenly, she
noticed Larson and his son.
"Who are you?" she gasped, startled.
"Yeah, I brought you something," Greg laughed.
Larson and his son climbed onto the car, pulled the
girl up on the roof and pulled off her dress. She was
naked now, except for her high-heeled shoes. Greg saw
the men's cocks already bulging beneath their
overalls.
"Are you ready, boy?" Larson asked.
Nodding, his son unbuttoned his fly and pulled out
his long, semi-erect cock. Larson placed the girl on
her knees on the roof facing his son's cock.
"Now you just start sucking, girl," Larson grinned.
The girl opened her mouth, grabbed the son's cock
with her slender fingers and guided it into her wet
mouth. With wet smacking sounds, she sucked the long
tool swelling between her lips, making it thick and
hard as rock. The son moaned loudly.
"So, boy, is she good?" his father asked.
"Yeahhh..." the son gasped, grabbing the girl's hair
hard. Then he started angrily thrusting his cock in
and out of her mouth, the shaft glistening from her
saliva.
Larson lay down, his face behind the girl's ass, and
started licking her pussy lips. His long wet tongue
poked the girl's cunt - and then pulled out again.
Then back - and forth. Licking and sucking her clit,
he slid a finger into her pussy. He slid it in and
out - and now two fingers, in and out, in and out.
She wriggled her ass lustily. Greg watched them,
fascinated. All you heard was the slurping noises
coming from the girl's mouth and pussy and the son,
gasping from mad excitement.
"Oh yeah, suck my cock. It's so good!" he panted.
Larson's face was red.
"Damn, that's a tasty pussy," he whispered, finger-
fucking the girl with a vengeance. "Come back here,
son."
The son pulled his stiff, glistening cock out of the
girl's mouth. Holding his big tool in his hand he
crawled over her, as Larson placed the naked girl on
her back.
"Fuck her, boy," Larson said hoarsely, and the son
assumed the position on the hood of the car between
the girl's legs. In his hand he held his erect cock,
pointing directly at her curly red pubes. Greg stood
close to the car and saw Larson bending over the
girl.
"Get ready for some real cock, girl," he whispered
into her ear. Slowly, his son pushed his stiff cock
in between the girl's tender, wet labia, filling the
entire length of her burning hot pussy. She moaned
out loud, and he began pumping her thoroughly - long
hard thrusts making her whimper and hold on tight to
the roof of the car.
"Yeah, that's good," the son grunted. Eyes glazed,
Larson stared at his son's cock, sliding back and
forth between the girl's red pubes. Now he, too,
unbuttoned his fly and shamelessly began stroking his
thick, swelling cock.
"Can you feel his cock?" Larson whispered obscenely
to the girl. "Can you feel him fucking you? Is it
good? You like feeling his big cock in your pussy?"
"Yes. Oh yes," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm
coming!"
Rhythmically, the girl thrust her pelvis against the
son's and threw herself about in ecstasy. Quickly,
Larson grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to the roof
of the car with his entire weight.
"Aaah, I think I'm coming," the son gasped.
"That's good, boy," Larson said. "Come on her tits!"
The son pulled his throbbing cock out of the girl's
pussy and stood over her torso. Moaning loudly, he
stood stroking his big cock, pointing at the girl's
naked breasts.
"Play with your lovely tits," he gasped, and the girl
obeyed, beside herself with lust. Hands trembling,
she massaged her soft breasts, looking up at the
young man who was masturbating like mad.
In the meantime, Larson had assumed the position
between her legs. And suddenly, with one brutal
stroke, he thrust the entire length of his fat cock
into the girl's pussy. She climaxed immediately.
"Ohhh," she screamed, shivering from a violent
orgasm, as she pushed her hips upwards to meet
Larson's cock, holding onto the roof of the car.
The son couldn't hold back, either. With a wild yell
he let his cock ejaculate, shooting jet after jet of
piping hot sperm from its swollen head onto the
girl's naked body.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," he shouted, masturbating wildly, as
if to force every last drop from his heavy balls.
"Suck him dry," Larson panted to the girl. And
sitting up, she took the son's still twitching cock
in her mouth. He let out an animal roar, as she
sucked the last drops out of it. Exhausted, he
stumbled from the roof of the car and fell down on
the gravel, where Greg stood watching the show.
Larson's cock had swollen to its full size inside the
girl's quivering flesh. And now, slowly and steadily,
he started fucking her.
"Oh no," she whispered. "Please."
Larson smiled fiendishly.
"I'm gonna fuck your randy pussy," he hissed. "You're
gonna feel my hard cock, until you pass out."
He pumped her mercilessly with long, deep thrusts.
All way in, out and all the way in again. She moaned
quietly, her juices flowing around his thick, hard
cock. Suddenly Larson pulled out and placed the girl
on her hands and knees again. He knelt down behind
her and grabbed her breasts hard. Then he thrust his
tool into her from behind and kept going - in the
same, slow, determined rhythm.
"Mmm," she whimpered, "It's so big... I can't..."
Greg had an erection again. Undressing, he started
masturbating, watching the couple fucking on the roof
of his car. Larson's face was bright red as he
increased his rhythm, thrusting faster in and out of
the girl's pussy. Sweating and grunting like an
animal, he grabbed her hips hard, forcefully fucking
her in an ever-wilder tempo. Greg saw his thick,
soaking wet cock swell, ready to ejaculate.
"Damn, you sexy cunt," he yelled. "You make me shoot
my load!"
Suddenly he pulled his fat cock from the girl's
pussy, yelling wildly.
"Aaah," he shouted as he came. Larson's thick, creamy
semen shot in long, white squirts across the girl's
ass-cheeks.
"Ahhh," he grunted with satisfaction, standing up,
his hand clutching his still erect cock. "That's a
good little pussy!"
Larson calmly wiped the sweat from his face, the last
drops of sperm still dripping from his cock. But he
wasn't done yet! Concentrating hard, he started
masturbating, slowly and thoroughly. And moments
later his cock was just as hard as before!
Greg watched in disbelief, as Larson forced his rock-
hard cock up into the girl again, making her sob
quietly. The son had recovered, too. He stood naked
beside the car, smiling as he witnessed his father's
virile performance.
Greg was mad with lust. Determined, he climbed onto
the car, showing off his erect cock to the girl.
"Suck it," he ordered. The girl opened her mouth to
his stiff cock and let him have his way, as he slid
it in and out between her moist lips.
Larson was pumping away inside her pussy, mad with
ecstasy.
"Fuck. I'm fucking you. Feel my hard cock," he
murmured. But this time he couldn't hold out long
before he surrendered. Grunting, he pulled out of the
girl's pussy and starting pumping his second load
onto her back. Gasping, he stumbled off the car and
collapsed in the grass.
Greg pulled out of her mouth, placed her on her back
and rotated her 180 degrees so he faced her abdomen.
He bent forwards, spread the girl's legs and forced
his thumb into her tight ass.
"Oh," she cried out. Slowly, Greg pulled his thumb
out, instead grabbing his rock hard and dripping wet
cock. He thrust his hips forward as hard as he could,
and slowly his cock entered her tightest orifice.
"Aaah," she screamed. "Yes. Yes. Fuck my ass!"
Greg started pounding in and out of the girl's tight
rectum. Staring at them, the son started
masturbating.
Lustfully, dreamily, the girl began playing with her
pussy. Looking Greg deep in the eyes, she slid a
finger all the way up into her pussy. Then she pulled
out the soaking wet finger and put it to her lips,
licking and sucking it with a randy smile. Greg was
pumping away in her ass, ready to explode with
excitement.
"Yeah," the girl whispered. "You make me so hot. Give
me your stiff prick!"
One of her hands parted her labia; the other stroked
her swollen clit, as Greg's bone-hard cock thrust
hard into her ass. He felt his cock bulging, felt the
unbearable pressure of sperm pushing upwards through
the shaft.
She was screaming now.
"Yeahhh." Her pelvis was jerking so hard that Greg
had to grab hold of her thighs as she threw herself
about in her orgasm.
"Come all over me," she yelled. "Give me your thick
cum."
Greg heard someone grunting uncontrollably. Next to
the car, the son suddenly ejaculated. His semen
pumped out of the head of his cock, thick white globs
of sperm landing in the grass, where his father had
fallen asleep.
Now Greg couldn't control himself, either. Yelling
madly, he pulled his cock out of the girl's tight
ass, shooting his load. His cock started pumping long
jets of white sperm over the girl's face, her breasts
and her belly.
"Delicious," she whispered, picking up globs of semen
with her fingers to lick it up. She did this over and
over.
Exhausted, Greg sat down on the hood of his car,
watching the trees, as Larson and his son collected
their clothes and drove away. He and the girl were
alone again, both of them naked and sweating.
"Wanna hear something funny" she finally asked him.
"Mmm," Greg said.
"After the first time - I didn't really want to do it
any more. I just wanted to see what you'd think of."
Greg began to laugh.
They laughed together. For a long time.
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Waiting for Him to Come
by Lady Vet
I wake up with a start, my nightmare of being buried alive
still frighteningly real. The muscles in my shoulders and thighs ache
and my nipples sting. I try to close my legs and sit up but I can't
move! I panic, fighting the tight restraints on my wrists and ankles
until I realize where I am. The hot, sweat-soaked leather of the rack
beneath me is familiar, reassuring. My body is stretched to the
limit, arms pulled straight out above my head, legs spread as far
apart as the "wings" holding them can go, exposing me, leaving me
totally vulnerable. I try to guess how long I've been in restraint
but I can't. It could be a few hours or much longer. The room is so
well sealed that no sound or light penetrates it. The nearly complete
lack of sensory stimulation sharpens my senses. I listen to the sound
of my breathing and savor the smells permeating the warm, moist air;
leather, wood, sweat and musk. I flex my muscles and tug against the
restraints to work out the cramps and wait. My desire burns like a
low-banked flame. I fantasize about Him lying on me, holding my
wrists above my head, our bodies moving together until the flame
grows uncomfortably high and I have to force myself to stop thinking
about it. I may have a long wait and time stands still when He's not
with me.
The door opens. Bright light dazzles my eyes. He stands
silently in the doorway, watching me. I look at Him over my sweat-
shiny breasts, tortured into sharp cones by leather thongs attached
to my rings, pulling them toward the ceiling. An alligator clip bites
relentlessly into the stretched flesh just below each ring. He holds
up a glass, smiles, takes a sip and walks slowly to my side. I watch
sparkling beads of moisture run down it and suddenly realize how
thirsty I am. I wish I could lick my lips. I press my tongue
helplessly against the ball gag and stare longingly at the glass.
"Is My little bitch getting thirsty?" He takes another drink,
swishes the amber liquid and ice around and smiles.
I nod and mumble "Yes, Master" unintelligibly against the
gag. He removes an ice cube and rubs it over my parched lips. Most of
the water trickles down my cheeks and chin but a few drops seep
around the gag straps and into the corners of my mouth. I plead with
my eyes for Him to free my mouth and give me a sip. He places the
glass next to my cheek on the rack, teasing me with its cold wetness
and pops the ice into His mouth. He glances nonchalantly at his watch
and smiles.
"No, it hasn't been very long. You aren't really thirsty
yet." He rubs his finger tips over my distended breasts, then presses
down on them, stretching my nipples still farther. I groan and fight
to raise myself a bit. He lets me struggle for a while, then takes
pity on me. I nod gratefully, acknowledging His mercy when He removes
the thongs. He leaves the alligator clamps on to bite my nipples. He
doesn't want to spoil me. He fishes out another cube and slowly
traces it over my lower lip and chin, down the hollow of my neck and
between my breasts. It leaves a trail of cold flame behind. My
nipples harden. The little teeth in the clamps bite deeper. He moves
the ice slowly around my breast, circling closer to my nipple until
He finally touches it. The clamp suddenly feels like it's
electrically charged, sending little shocks into my nipple wherever
the ice touches. He pulls my ring upward, stretching my breast into a
sharp cone again, setting it on fire.
I struggle to raise myself off the rack to ease the pain. He just
pulls harder until I settle back to accept my torture. He holds the
ice against my nipple. It melts quickly, sending a little rivulet of
cold down over my breast and ribs. He does the same things to my
other breast. The tingling radiates from them into my stomach, then
lower. He removes the clips, bends over me and takes my nipples
alternately into his mouth, sucking gently, rubbing his tongue over
their tips above the rings. My arousal and thirst burn with equal
intensity in my consciousness. I tilt my hips, begging Him to caress
me and rub my cheek against the cold, wet glass. He places the
nearly melted cube in my navel and takes another from the glass. He
squeezes this one just above my mouth, letting it drip slowly onto
the ball. I finally collect a little moisture in my mouth and
struggle against the gag to swallow.
He spreads me with His finger tips, presses the cube against
me and slides it, a second, then a third inside me. The ice burns
wherever it touches. He forces them deep with His fingers. I tighten
around His knuckles, trying to hold Him inside me. He withdraws them
slowly, then runs His cold, wet finger tip lightly up and down the
insides of my thighs, not quite touching my labia. I can feel each
beat of my heart in my nipples, womb and clit. I can't lie still. I
thrust upward and try to rub against His fingers. He touches my clit
for an instant. I continue to move helplessly, searching desperately
for His hand. I need to come so badly I don't care how severely
He'll punish me afterward. I can't help myself and He knows it.
"You don't learn, do you?" He demands. "You're always trying
to come without permission." He plays with the strap securing my
wrist. Maybe He'll free my hand and allow me to masturbate. He loves
to watch me make myself come, always in tight restraint, so I have to
struggle to do it. It humiliates me to have Him watch me do what no
one else has seen, to expose my most intimate secrets. I hate myself
but I beg with my eyes for Him to let me do it. I'm suffocating
with
desire.
He frees my right hand. I hold it away from my body,
obediently waiting for Him to give me permission to touch myself. He
pulls my labia apart, exposes my clit and moves the tiny ring in it
back and forth with a finger tip. The need to have His hand inside me
is more than I can bear.
I touch the back of it with my finger tips. He pushes my hand away
and slaps my swollen mound.
"Never touch Me without permission," He snarls. "Put your
hand back over your head, bitch! You don't deserve to have Me finger
you!" He restrains my wrist and laughs as I tug desperately against
the restraint. He blindfolds me. I'm glad because it hides the tears
of frustration which threaten to flow at any moment. I don't want Him
see me cry. It proves my inner weakness.
He opens the door and speaks to someone! Their footsteps
approach my bound, naked body. No one could imagine how I've degraded
myself in the month we've lived together or the things I let Him do
to me! I struggle futilely and shake my head, pleading with Him not
to let a stranger see my humiliation. He binds my chest to the rack
with a wide leather strap just below my breasts. It's so tight across
my ribs I can barely inhale. He fumbles in the wet hair at the back
of my neck and unbuckles the gag. I try to force it out of my mouth
with my tongue but the ball is too large. He lets me struggle with it
for a while, then He tugs on the straps. Pain flares through my jaw
and cheeks as I force my mouth open wide enough to allow Him to pull
the ball past my teeth. I close my mouth gingerly. The pain slowly
subsides. It won't help to plead with Him to make the other person go
away. My secret isn't a secret any longer. I resign myself to the
unwanted presence. I suddenly feel like I'm dying of thirst. I lick
the condensation from the side of the glass.
"She's lovely spread out like this," a woman's voice says
from the darkness. I feel incredibly vulnerable. Who is she? How much
does she know about me? Her presence makes me feel even more naked
and compromised.
"I can't work with these clamps in my way. I have to take
them off." Each one sends a sudden burst of intense pain through my
nipple as the little teeth pull free of the tormented flesh. Soft
fingers massage my nipples, replacing the ache of the clamps with an
ache of a different kind. She cups and molds my breasts. "Nice and
firm," she comments as she fondles me. "Her nipples nice and big and
pale." Something cold splashes over my chest. The pungent stench of
alcohol fills my nose. I'm suddenly a little girl again, sitting in
the doctor's office, awaiting a dreaded injection. The fear it calls
forth is deep rooted, instinctive. For me, it is the smell of pain
without pleasure.
"Such lovely white skin." Her voice is different now; softer
and lower. A pointed fingernail traces lines on the outer edges of my
breasts. "I'm going to do it from here to here."
"Yes, cover them," He agrees. An angry buzzing sound is
quickly followed by a series of sharp needle pricks in the outer
curve of my left breast. I panic and scream, squirming helplessly
against the unyielding leather straps. "Make another sound and I'll
put the ball back in," He warns coolly. I bite my tongue and suppress
the urge to scream. They make small talk as she works. They obviously
know each other well. I'm suddenly struck by how little I know about
this man to whom I've surrendered my life. I wonder whether He used
to fuck her, or if He still does. I become aware of her sweet, musky
perfume through the smell of the alcohol. I wonder whether they're
nude, fresh from His bed. I can't see anything so my imagination runs
wild. Does she let Him do to her what He does to me; things I
couldn't have imagined a few weeks ago which I now not only accept
but crave? I try to put it out of my mind. I've surrendered myself to
Him completely. He can do whatever He wants to.
The pricking advances slowly over my entire breast, except
for my nipple which she saves for last. The pain is much more intense
as she works on it. I dig my nails into my palms and bite the inside
of my cheek. She stops and asks Him to rub her shoulders. I silently
pray "please, God, let it be over."
She purrs "thanks, Hon. That feels wonderful!" Then she
giggles and says "Oh! Don't get me started if you expect me to be
able to finish this!" She sighs deeply and begins again, working
slowly through my cleavage and across my right breast. Once again,
she saves the nipple for last, letting me anticipate the pain. This
time it stings so badly I moan. He rubs the ball gag against my lips,
reminding me to keep silent. The humming and needle pricks finally
stop. She swabs me with alcohol. My chest feels like it's covered
with red hot steel wool. "That's it!" Isn't it beautiful?"
She pats my stomach and says approvingly "A perfect subject.
Her belly is so nice and flat," she emphasizes the last word "and
smooth and her skin is just like satin." She toys with my pubic hair
and comments "nice and soft." I feel like a dog being judged at a
show. She acts like she owns me! Why is He letting her? I almost say
something, then think better of it. I'm in no position to object. She
touches the inside of my left knee and traces a line from just above
it to the same place on my right one, spreading me as she draws her
nail across my labia. I gasp and squirm as her finger tip penetrates
me before moving slowly and deliberately on. She pinches my labia
tightly together. "I want to ring her now." What is she talking
about? I'm on the verge of screaming again!
"Later," He replies. "I'm not ready. I'll need her until
you're back to normal."
She sighs. "Yes, I know how You are! You need a toy! I'll put
up with it and make do. It won't be that long now." She cups my chin
and presses her lips to mine. I try to turn away but she holds me
more tightly, digs her nails into my cheeks and whispers "this is
just the beginning, Emily! Enjoy it while you can!" against my mouth.
Her tongue slides between my teeth and brushes mine, then she
releases me. "It's hard on a bitch to be in heat and not get enough,
isn't it?" She drops something on my stomach, pats me between my legs
then packs up her instruments. The door opens. Her footsteps recede.
He calls out "Relax and make yourself at home, Linda."
She laughs and answers "I intend to! My back and legs are
killing me! I'm so tired of it. I can't wait for it to be over. I'm
going to soak in the hot tub for a while, then take a nap. Wake me up
when you're ready. And David," she adds in a husky whisper, "It's
been a long time. Save some for me Don't keep me waiting too long." I
try to visualize a woman to go with the name and low, sexy voice. Is
she younger than I? Older? More beautiful?
"It won't be long now and you'll look and feel better than
ever after you have it," He says and closes the door. She's pregnant!
Is it His? Oh, God how I wish I could at least see her. It won't do
any good to ask Him what's going on. If He wanted me to know, He'd
tell me. He frees my right wrist. I want to tear the blindfold off to
see what she's done to me but I don't dare. I gingerly touch the
thing lying on my stomach. It's an open ring about a quarter inch
thick and an inch in diameter. It's halves are hinged at one end. One
free end is sharply pointed. The other is hollow.
He lets me hold it for a minute, then takes it away and
says "you'll have plenty of time to play with this later." I can't
imagine what He's talking about. He seems to read my mind and
laughs. "Don't worry about it now. You'll understand soon enough!" He
frees my hand and puts it between my legs. I press it tightly against
my pubis. The moist hair is slippery under my palm. He hasn't given
me permission to masturbate so I hold my fingers obediently away from
myself. The ice has long since melted away inside me, leaving white
heat in its place. I want to put my fingers inside and rub my swollen
G-spot but I can't without His approval. I ask permission to
stimulate myself. He ignores my request and stretches my labia. A
mixture of water from the melted ice and my lubricant trickles out
over my anus. His hands brush my outstretched fingers as He attaches
clamps and tightens them until they pinch. I fight the urge to grasp
His hand and move against it.
I don't because He would only make me wait longer for being so
impudent. He pulls the clamps outward and ties their thongs to rings
in the sides of the rack, stretching me, holding me open. He's never
done this before. The warm air feels cool against the wet, burning
tissue. My gaping openness makes me feel incredibly vulnerable and
hot.
"You may rub your clit until I tell you to stop," He
commands, then adds offhandedly "but leave your cunt alone. You're
getting too loose." He's responsible for that but He blames me. He
fists me so hard that He's stretched me. He uses both hands
sometimes, up to His wrists. When He makes love to me now, He's
rough, not gentle like He was at first. I miss the tenderness but I
need satisfaction even more and the more I get, the more I need.
Maybe He's saving the tenderness for Linda. I rub the hard point of
flesh in little circles that my hips soon mimic. "That's it, you cock
teasing bitch," He snarls. "Show Me how you did it after driving Me
crazy on a date and telling Me 'No!'"
Damn it! I wish I hadn't told Him about that! I think back to
the times I couldn't even wait to get my clothes off before I
started, skirt pulled up around my waist, rubbing myself through my
panty hose and praying my room mate wouldn't come in and catch me. I
didn't tell Him that I often did it before our dates as well to keep
myself under control. I finally agreed to move in with Him when I
couldn't stand to wait any longer. Being a virgin at 27 (I never
thought oral sex affected virginity) was a strain before I met Him;
He made it unbearable.
I rub harder. The feeling intensifies. "That's it, bitch!" He
says as He strokes Himself. "Show Me how you did without cock for so
long!" I loathe myself while I'm doing it but I can't help myself. I
have to come so badly I can't think of anything else! I dig my heels
into the rack and pull as hard as I can against the unyielding ankle
restraints in a vain attempt to pull my knees up a little. It's so
hard to come with my legs stretched straight out like this!
He finally pulls my face toward Him. I open my mouth. He
fills it with His hardness. I close my lips around Him, sucking
gently, swirling my tongue around. She's probably much tighter than I
am (although not for long, I think gleefully, picturing her with her
knees high, feet in the stirrups, screaming, stretching and straining
to deliver a hopefully large headed infant) but I know I can do this
better than anyone He'll ever be with. He's so hot He can't wait for
me to bring Him to a climax gradually the way I usually do. He grabs
Himself and pumps His cock rapidly, carelessly hitting my chin with
each stroke. His first jet splashes my cheek and fills my eye with
thick, stinging come. He places himself in my open mouth and coats my
tongue and the back of my throat. I suck hard and swallow greedily,
trying to quench my thirst with His salty, spent passion. He commands
me to stop playing with myself. We both know I can't. I'm so close!
My need is overpowering! The clamps hold me open, gaping, exposing my
engorged inner lips. I touch them. The need to have something inside
me is suddenly overwhelming. I finger myself frantically until He
pulls His still-hard cock from my mouth and pins my hand over my
head. I plead and cry while He restrains it. He ignores my frantic
pleas and the pelvic thrusts I am powerless to control.
"Your disobedience and lack of will power are unbelievable."
I nod my head and whisper "I'm sorry, Master. Please make
love to me."
"You want more stimulation? Very well!"
I do my best to hold still as He presses the skin around my
clit, exposing it. I feel cold metal against it, then the clamp
closes in a burst of excruciating pain. I bite down on my lip until I
taste blood to keep from screaming in the hope that He won't use the
ball gag again. He only leaves the clamp on for a moment but it seems
like eternity. The pain is quickly replaced by even stronger desire.
I almost come from the sensation when He puts the clamps back on my
nipples! Almost, but not quite. If He'd only enter me now, I'd come
immediately.
"I suppose you're anxious to take a look...?" He removes the
blindfold. I blink away my tears and stare at my reflection. Ornate
black script covers my breasts, defiling their whiteness, nearly
obliterating the delicate pinkness of my nipples: Linda's Slave
Bitch. I stare at it until He turns off the light and closes the
door, plunging the room into total darkness. The image of my ruined
beauty burns brightly in the blackness. Despite everything, my need
is undiminished. He lit a fire the first time He restrained and made
love to me that nothing can extinguish. Just the thought of having
sex in restraint is enough to make me wet. I lie open and empty,
waiting for Him to fill me. He won't return until he's ready for
another orgasm, hopefully inside me. The clamps on my labia are
driving me crazy. I know I'll be able to come when He makes love to
me. I always do, over and over, even as He commands me to hold back.
His salty come makes me even thirstier than before. I try to lick the
glass again. It tips over, falls and breaks, spilling its precious
contents on the floor. I imagine her mocking laughter in the
shattering glass. Damn her! She's keeping Him from me! Is He holding
her, kissing her soft lips, pressing Himself against the hard
roundness of her (their?) pregnancy? Or lying next to her, sweating
against her back, taking her from behind to avoid her bloated belly?
I picture Him moving in her, rubbing her clit, massaging her milk-
heavy breasts and start to cry in rage and frustration. Mine are on
fire. The clamps bite down relentlessly, focusing my attention on my
ever-mounting desire. My clit feels like it's twitching! I can't
stand it! I scream and buck my hips and fight the restraints until
I'm too exhausted to do anything but cry. Oh, God! How long is He
going to make me wait?
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Mountain Air
by Carnage Jackson
Ever since I first met her, my wife Danielle has been extremely
daring sexually. The first time I ever saw her was on Spring Break of
my last year in college, when she (having drank a little too much) was
up on the bar of a club, putting on a one woman strip show. Danielle is
quite beautiful, with 30c-24-26 measurements and I didn't notice her on
stage putting on her little performance until her halter top was flung
across the club floor, landing at my feet as I sat talking to my
friends. After that moment, I slowly began to fall in love with her. I
met up with her as she was leaving the club, we hooked up for the
remainder of my vacation and dated for the next year, before I decided
that she was too great a girl to pass up and we got married on her 20th
birthday.
I knew that she had come from a storied sexual past when I
first started dating her. Often times just hearing her talk about
having sex with two or three men (and sometimes women) at a time was
enough to get me aroused and I would take her to the bedroom and fuck
her silly. She is a total nymphomaniac, looking for sex whenever she
can get it. Or at least she was until we got married. After she got
that ring on her finger, Danielle settled down and used all of her
sexual energy on me, for which I was very grateful.
But in the two years we had been married, things had kind of
simmered down in bed. That's not to say that the sex still wasn't
great; it was. It's just that we had tried just about everything
possible that two people can do together. Taking an initiative to try
and get both of our libidos out of the rut we were in, I signed us up
for a week long trek through the mountains. That's another thing about
Danielle - she would like nothing better than to spend weeks on end
hiking through the woods, enjoying nature. Her looks reflect that: Her
dark brown hair, contrasted with her naturally olive skin, and her
emerald green eyes make her appear like she could be an earth goddess
who rose from the soil.
The hiking trip would entail us going up and down two mountains
in a week's time, accompanied by a group of other nature enthusiasts.
After a 3 hour drive to the base of the mountain we unloaded our gear
and went into meet everyone we would be spending the next week with.
Danielle is a very outgoing person, so she wasted no time getting to
know everyone there. The group consisted of 20 people, most of them in
their late 40s or so. I had been on many of these type of hiking trips
before and knew that these older people would have a problem keeping up
with the 5 or 6 of us who were still in the prime of our youth.
Danielle introduced me to two college guys, Chris and Tim, and we the
four of us stood there talking and joking for a few minutes. When
Danielle walked off to go talk to the ranger in charge of the hike, I
saw Chris and Tim staring at her ass as she walked off. Normally, this
would bother me a bit. But it must have been something in the mountain
air, or the majestic-ness of the forests around the base of the
mountain, that instead of being bothered by it, I actually felt a small
stir in my pants as I envisioned both of them double teaming her. This
had long been a fantasy of mine that I hadn't ever shared because no
matter how great the fantasy sounded, there was always a nagging part
in my mind that I knew would feel jealous. So with the refreshing
atmosphere of the mountain, I set my inhibitions aside and decided I
wouldn't worry about anything that happened on the trip.
After the park ranger gave his speech about the hike, we all
set off for a week long trek through nature. We would get about two
thousand feet up today, and then stop at a cabin base for the night,
and spend the rest of the trip camping out at various spots on the
mountain. After about the first hour of the climb, people became more
friendly with each other and started mingling together, rather than
staying in their own little separate parties. Because of the closeness
in our ages, Danielle asked if it would be alright if we hiked with
Chris and Tim. Now, I'm not stupid. Sure, they were close to us in age,
but I also knew that both would be considered handsome men. Combined
with the fact that the two guys and Danielle had been flirting on and
off all day, I knew that this would be a natural choice. I tried to
stay in the conversation, but being the "old man" of the group, I often
times felt like a fourth wheel. However, I took comfort in knowing that
at the end of the day, I would be the one sleeping with Danielle, not
them. Or at least I thought I would.
Night began to fall quickly as we moved up the mountain, and
for the last half an hour part of the climb, everyone was carrying
lanterns to guide their way. When we finally reached the cabin, I
collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion from not only the hike but the
three hour drive there AND waking up at 4am to start the drive.
Danielle meanwhile, was still very lively and awake, and sat down next
to me to start unpacking our packs. The group got together about an
hour later for dinner, and then everyone retired to our separate
bungalows in the cabins. I again fell on the bed and waited for
Danielle to get undressed and join me. Tired as I was, I was definitely
in the mood for sex.
"Hon, do you mind if before I go to bed I smoke a cigarette? I
won't be long," asked Danielle, leaning against the door way.
She knew I detested the little vice of hers, but since we were
on vacation and I was so tired, plus that mountain air again, I told
her it was alright, and she walked out the door. Expecting her back in
a few minutes, I laid my head back on the pillow, put my feet up on the
bed and struggled in vain to stay awake till she got back. I knew I had
dozed off when I woke up and looked at the little travel clock and knew
I had been sleeping for 45 minutes. Danielle still was not back, and
now I was worried. Getting my clothes and shoes back on quickly, I
walked outside of the cabin into the area in front of the cabin
complex.
It was almost totally pitch black there in the forest, as all
of the other hikers had gone to bed. Walking around our cabin, as well
as all of the others, I still couldn't find Danielle. I was about to be
panicked when I noticed way off deep in the woods the light from a
lantern. While it probably wasn't the best idea to go out into the
woods without a light, I hoped that maybe Danielle was with whoever was
out there, or that maybe they had seen her go off somewhere. Boy did I
not have any idea how right I would be.
Thanks to the cloudless night, I could see about 10 feet in
front of me as I made my way through the woods. When I had entered the
woods, the lantern seemed to be moving away from me, and I wasn't
convinced that it wasn't an allusion or swamp gas or something, but the
light finally stopped and I wasn't too far behind, walking slow enough
so as not to make too much noise and scare whoever it was. It would
have been awful if they had mistaken me for an animal and shot me or
something. Finally, the light was close enough that I could see that
the people had stopped inside of a clearing. There were three of them,
two men and one woman. As I drew nearer, my heart raced, as I realized
the woman was my wife.
Danielle was leaning against a rock that was jutting from the
ground, facing me. I had taken a position about 30 feet away from the
clearing, behind a pair of crisscrossed trees so that I wouldn't be
seen. In the flickering light of the kerosene lantern, I knew right
away that the two guys were Tim & Chris.
Tim walked over to my wife and stood beside her, unfastening
her beautiful hair from the pony tail it had been in all day. My wife
shook her head and her gorgeous hair fell down to her shoulders.
Stepping behind her, Tim began to massage her shoulders as my wife laid
her head back against his chest, her eyes closed in enjoyment. Chris
meanwhile was leaning against a nearby tree directly across from me,
arms crossed, enjoying the show. My heart raced further as I saw Tim
glide his hand down to my wife's breast, cupping it with his hand. Tim
was a huge man compared to my 5'2 wife. His arms were as big around as
she was, and his chest was very well defined. His hair however, gave
away his youth, as it was a blond tousled mess. Chris meanwhile was
even taller than Tim, though not as built. He had a finely chiseled
chin, and hair that was basically the color of my wife's. One would
think he was her brother if not for his dark blue eyes. As Tim kneaded
her breast with his hand through her white tank top, I saw my wife's
arm move around her back to the front of his pants. A few seconds later
I saw her pull away his belt and fling it to the ground. Tim's other
hand had slid down from my wife's breasts and were busy making there
way into her khaki shorts and what I can only assume were her panties.
Chris walked over to my wife now and stood in front of her.
With Tim still playing with her tits, slowly getting her shirt and bra
off, Danielle unzipped Chris' pants and pulled out his cock. I could
see from here that he was at least two inches bigger than me, and
already hard. My wife wasted no time, and took his cock in her mouth in
one swift motion. In my lifetime, I had never gotten a better blowjob
than the one's my wife would give me, and I knew that these guys were
in for the experience of a lifetime. Tim had now seated himself on the
rock where my wife had been and he placed her on his lap. I could see
her grinding her shorts across his erection while his busy hands slid
her top off of her. In the next second, her bra was on the ground, and
my wife's beautiful breasts were in the night air. Her nipples are very
large and a deep brown, deeper than even her skin. Tim continued to
play with her breasts, pulling her off of sucking Chris' cock long
enough to kiss her and pull her nipples up to his mouth.
While all this was going on, my wife was having a great time.
Her face displayed perfectly what she was feeling, as her mouth went
from a look of sheer ecstasy when her nipples were being sucked (that
is the most sensitive part of her body), to an "O" shape as she moaned
with Chris' dick in her mouth. All this excitement was enough to get me
going as well, as I pulled out my own dick and began stroking it,
careful to keep myself out of sight.
Tim had had enough of Chris being the only one getting any
action, so he stood my wife up and pulled her away from Chris' dick.
Chris didn't seem to mind what happened next, as he continued stroking
his meat by himself. After my wife had stood up, Tim reached around to
the front of her shorts and unzipped and slid them, and her little red
panties, down to the ground. Standing there naked except for her old
hiking boots, my wife looked absolutely stunning in the lantern light.
Her full form could now really be seen, and though I had seen it
everyday for the last two years, I knew that Chris and Tim were both
shocked at how radiant she was. Her legs were long for her height, and
were definetely one of her best features. They extended all the way up
to her mound area, which had been neatly shaved clean with the
exception of a small tuft that I liked her to keep for when I would eat
her out. Stepping out of her shorts, my wife got down on her bare knees
and began sucking Chris off again.
It was hard to tell from my viewpoint, but my wife seemed to be
using her best tricks on this young stud, running her tongue all over
his shaft, making sure to pay extra special attention to the foreskin
and the bottom of the shaft. Chris threw his head back in total heaven,
as he ran his hand through my wife's hair while she sucked him off. I
was able to make out very clearly however, Tim removing his clothes and
getting underneath my wife as she spread her legs to accommodate him.
My wife shifted her concentration from Chris (though she continued to
jack him with her hand) and slowly slid herself down to a squat right
above Tim's cock. Tim was even more well hung than Chris, at least 11
inches. My wife used her left hand to jerk Chris, while she used her
right to spread her pussy lips as she guided herself onto his meat.
Wiggling her way down, my wife had very quickly taken in all of his
cock. Focusing her attention back on Chris, she let Tim set the pace
for their fucking. Thrusting his hips up and down into my wife, her
head bobbing on Chris cock, the shadows cast by this little threesome
into the light of the lantern would have made a funny scene. But I was
too busy watching one of my deepest fantasies come true to even pay
attention.
They had to have been going at it for a while, but finally
Chris' orgasm must have been arriving, as he stepped back from my wife
and began jerking his cock quickly in front of my wife's face. She had
her tongue sticking out and her mouth wide open, ready for the sticky
cum to splash all over her hot naked body like the cum slut that she
had become right before my very eyes. Chris' stream of cum erupted from
his cock, hosing my wife's face and mouth down. I could see the sticky
goo reflected in the light of the lantern, covering her lips and
cheeks, as well as some dripping onto her chin. Danielle licked her
lips clean, and proceeded to suck off all the remaining cum from Chris'
cock. Finally zipping up his pants, Chris stood back and watched the
show once more.
My wife's pace had become frenzied while Chris was cumming, and
this must have been helping Tim get close to the edge.
"Uhh...baby, I'm close," I could hear him grunt.
These were the magic words for my wife, as she knew what to do
next to get him off: Talk dirty.
"Come on baby, do it. Come on, I know you can. You like the
feel of my hot cunt around your cock don't you. Come on baby, shoot
your hot cum into me. I wanna feel it on my pussy walls, do it! Come
on...yea, that's it. Oh baby, I'm almost there, I can feel ya, keep it
up ahhahhhhaAHHHHH!!!!" moaned my wife loudly, the sound echoing
through the woods. My orgasm arrived at about the same time as theirs
as I shot my own wad onto a pile of nearby leaves. Tim thrust up into
her once more and then he too grunted and moaned as he shot his cum
deep into my wife's hot and wet pussy. My wife slowed down her pace and
then finally laid herself on Tim's chest. Not wanting to get noticed
after their little tryst, I quickly made my way back to the cabin and
laid in bed waiting for my wife to arrive back. She was close behind me
this time, sliding into bed and curling up next to me. I could still
smell the cum of both her and the two men on her body. I drifted off to
sleep with her in my arms, dreaming dreams of what lay ahead for the
rest of the week...
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I only want your happiness, knowing I can never be yours to share it.
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