Her first time
I stopped by my friend Tom’s place to see if he wanted to go hang out at Jimmy’s Bar for a few beers. It wasn’t unusual for me to just drop by unannounced at random times. Hell, we were best friends.
I let myself in like I’ve done a million times before. Tom’s sister Tara was in the kitchen getting a soda and she jumped about a foot when I walked in and said hi.
“Fucker!” she said laughing. “You scared me!”
“Sorry,” I said laughing at her reaction. “Tom around?”
“Should be,” she said wiping up the soda she spilled when she jumped. “I heard him talking on the phone a little bit ago.”
I couldn’t help but enjoy the view of Tara’s tits as she bent down to clean up the mess. I had a nice shot down the front as her flimsy pajama tank top gapped open.
Tara was a very petite, 18 year old. I don’t think she weighed any more than 100 lbs. Although she was small, she had nice grapefruit sized tits that looked big for her small frame. They looked even nicer that evening. She didn’t have on a bra and it was so obvious. She didn’t seem self conscious about her extremely hard nipples showing as her tits bobbled around when she walked over to the trash can to throw away the paper towels.
I felt my cock getting stiff. Tara like to tease me. I always felt that way anyways. I always jerked off in the shower as I imagined fucking her.
“TOMMY!” she whined “Your girlfriend is here!”
“Hey!” I said acting mad. “Be nice”
“I’m always nice Bobby,” she said brushing past me. “ALWAYS.”
She gave me a sexy smile as she walked into the other room. I went upstairs and Tom wasn’t in his room. When I turned around, Tara was there.
“He musta went somewhere.” she said. “I just checked while I was downstairs and his bike is gone.”
“Shit!” I said. “Well, I guess I’ll see if I can find him in town.”
I started to walk to the stairs and Tara stopped me.
“Can you take a look at my computer before you go?” she said innocently. “It’s acting retarded for some reason.”
“Sure.” I said going to her room with her.
Her room was cluttered with bras and panties and shoes and girl shit. I was so turned on by the scent of her perfume lingering in the air of her room. I sat at her desk and started messing around with the keyboard. When I looked up, I could see her in the mirror. She smiled and began to take off her shirt.
“I think maybe you should take a look at these instead.” she said as she slowly took off her shirt and out popped her perky firm titties. They looked sooo perfectly plump with hard pink nipples begging to be sucked. “See anything you like?” she asked fondling her tits and rolling her finger tips around on her nipples.
“Oh, as a matter of fact….” I said walking over to her. I never had a chance to say what I liked. She pulled me down on top of her. We kissed and I sucked her nipples for quite a while. We must have made out for about 15 minutes or so and the next thing I knew we were totally naked and I was about to put my dick into her.
“Do you have a rubber?” she said stroking my head with her thumb.
“Um…somewhere…” I said kissing her neck. “Do I need one?” I asked pressing my cock closer to her pussy.
“Do you trust me?” she asked grasping my balls.
“What do you mean?” I asked nibbling on her bottom lip.
“I’m on the pill,” she said nibbling back. “but I had a one night stand last month with a stranger…we didn’t have a rubber…I’m not infected with anything that I know of.”
“I trust you,” I said pushing my head into her tight wet pussy. “Oh God, your pussy feels beautiful.” She was so tight and wet I almost came as soon as I entered her.
She moaned and met my deep gentle thrusts as I fucked her slowly and sensually. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I knew I was going to cum soon. I pulled out and rubbed her swollen clit slowly with the tip of my cock. She squirmed and moaned as I made her cum. Then I entered her again and fucked her a little harder as I felt my balls tighten. I moaned louder and louder as I felt the pressure build up and then release as I came inside her.
She held on to me as we layed there feeling my cock twitch inside her. When I pulled out, I noticed blood on my cock and all over her and her bed. “What the?” I said out loud.
“I’m sorry…” she said starting to cry.
“It’s ok.” I said holding her and rubbing her back. “Is everything all right?”
“I should have told you I was a virgin.” she said sniffing.
“Hey…don’t cry.” I said in shock of the whole thing. “Let’s get cleaned up…Tara, I’m honored that you wanted me to be your first.”
She led me to the bathroom where we showered and made love in the hot steamy water raining down on us. From that day on, she was my girlfriend. The hard part was telling Tom I fucked his little sister. He’s cool with it…in fact I hope he’ll be my best man because I’m asking her to marry me.
The Reunion by FantasyWeaver
Things were going along fine in Trace’s life after graduating from college with his Masters degree. At 26 he had a good job, his own place, only his love life was sorely lacking. One evening Trace was in the grocery store shopping, a chore that he detested. As he went to open the cooler to get some ice cream he bumped into someone. “Excuse me….I’m sorry.” A familiar voice asked, “Trace is that you?” Trace looked up to see Mrs. Dixon, his old high school buddy’s Mom. “Hey Mrs. Dixon, how are you?” “Oh don’t be so formal Trace…call me Debbie.”
Debbie seemed very pleased to see Trace, hugging him…mashing her large breasts into his chest. At around 45 Trace thought Debbie looked better than ever. She was wearing a low cut summer dress, that provided a great view of her ample cleavage. They exchanged pleasantries as they checked one another out. “So how’s Steve?” “Oh he’s in the military now, stationed in Germany.” And Mr. Dixon?" Still a work-aholic….he works late every night….I never see him." “As for me, I got laid off last year, so I’m alone a lot.” “Say, why don’t you come by and visit me sometime.”
Trace thought for a second….“Sure, I’d love to.” Debbie scribbled down her cell phone number telling him to use that number when he called. “I’m holding you to your word Trace….I expect to her from you….soon” Then Debbie hugged him again, her thigh accidentally (or not), pressing into Trace’s crotch." “Promise?” “Sure…I promise.” Trace watched her walk away fighting the urge to get a raging hard on. A couple of days later, true to his word Trace called Debbie. She invited him over, telling him to come by around noon on Saturday, hubby would be gone on an extended business trip.
Saturday around 11:45am Trace knocked on Debbie’s door. He heard footsteps drawing close as Debbie opened the door, smiling and thanking Trace for coming. Debbie was wearing a short terry robe saying, “I was just about to jump in the jacuzzi….why don’t you join me?” “Ahh, I don’t have a swim suit.” “You’ve got underwear on right?” “Ya, but they’re just briefs.” “So…that will do….come on….it’ll be fun.” At that point Debbie took offer her terry robe, tossing it over her arm. Debbie’s tits were barely contained by her bikini top, and her thong barely hid anything.
Trace followed Debbie out to the jacuzzi where he took off his jeans, and hopped into the jacuzzi. For the next thirty minutes Debbie filled Trace in on all the family gossip. Suddenly the bubbles stopped, and Debbie asked, “Trace to turning the jets back on please?” “It’s that dial right behind me over there.” Fearing Debbie might react in a negative way to his erection he just sat there. “Come on Trace…help a girl out.” Trace stood up his massive hard nearly pulling his briefs down. Debbie gasped, “Oh my Gawd Trace.”
Embarrassed, Trace got out of the jacuzzi. “Maybe I better leave.” “Why Trace…I’m not offended.” “Come on let’s go inside.” Debbie handed Trace a terry robe, as the two went in the house. “Sit down Trace, I’ll get us something cold to drink.” Debbie returned from the kitchen with two ice cold beers. “Oh Trace, don’t sit there…you’ll get the sofa wet.” Trace stood up….“Relax Hon, let me get a towel.” Returning with a towel, Debbie folded it over placing it on the sofa. “Now, take off that wet underwear, and I’ll put them in the dryer.” “But I…don’t argue Trace…hand them over.”
Trace took off his briefs handing them to Debbie, trying to cover himself with the robe. “Debbie returned asking, “So Trace, you have any girl friends?” “Not at the moment.” “Why?” “Well to be honest, I’ve been working a lot myself, and I just don’t want any major commitments in my life right now.” “Perfect, that’s what I’ve been looking for, for some time now.” “Someone to take care of me sexually without any commitments.” “When I saw the size of your cock in the Jacuzzi, I knew you were the one.” Needless to say, Trace was at a loss for words.
Sensing his surprise Debbie asked, “Do you find me attractive Trace?” “Absolutely.” “Good….I hoped you would.” “I know back in high school you boys were always checking out my breasts….right?” Trace smiled, and nodded. “That’s what I thought.” “Why, I bet you all used to go home an masturbate thinking about what they looked like didn’t you.” Again Trace nodded feeling his cock starting to harden again. He wasn’t the only becoming aroused…. Debbie nipples were about to burst through her bikini top as she asked, “Would you like to see them now Trace?” Trace swallowed hard…. “Sure.”
Debbie reached up, untying her bikini top, slowing exposing her right breast, then the left. Trace’s eyes were glued to her every move. Tossing her top aside Debbie began to roll her nipples between her thumb and forefingers asking Trace, “Well…what do you think?” “Oh yes… beautiful.” Debbie closed her eyes as she squeezed her nipples still rolling them between her fingers. Suddenly her body stiffened and she started cumming.
Then without saying a word, Debbie got on her hands and knees, and crawled over to where Trace was sitting. “Let’s see just how big that cock of yours is.” Pulling Trace’s robe opening Debbie smiled, “Mmmmm, Trace it’s so big and fat.” Debbie ran her fingernails down his thick shaft causing Trace to shudder. Trace moaned as Debbie did it again and again. Suddenly his cock spasmed and Trace started cumming, a huge dollop of cum spurting onto his stomach. Debbie squealed with delight at the sight of him cumming.
Debbie licked up the cum from his stomach, and the remainder that oozed from the head of his cock. Amazed that he was still hard, Debbie took Trace’s cock in her mouth, chewing gently on the head. Then Debbie deep throated Trace as she pulled her thong aside and slid her finger deep into her pussy which was awash with her own juices. Debbie sucked Trace’s cock till she had satisfied her oral lust, then she sat back in her chair saying, “Let’s masturbate together….I want to watch you jack off, and I KNOW you want to watch me play with my pussy.”
Trace, having lost all his inhibitions started stoking his massive cock, smiling as he watched Debbie raise her left leg over the arm of the chair, baring her pussy for him as she slid two fingers into her creamy pussy. “Have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy Trace?” “Once or twice.” “Ahh, but I mean a REAL woman, not some high school or college girl.” “Well, no.” “I thought so….well get ready to eat mine….I’ll guide you all the way.” Trace placed his face between Debbie’s legs, kissing her inner thighs, licking all around her pussy. “Mmmm, a man that likes to tease a girl…very nice….I think you’re going to be a natural.”
Trace continued teasing Debbie, when he decided enough was enough. He parted Debbie’s folds with his tongue, lapping up her juices. “Ohh, Trace….you ARE a natural…I just knew it.” “Suck my pussy Hon….Mmmm that’s it.” Trace did seem to have a taste for pussy….he liked it….the aroma of her sex, the taste of her juices, it was all good. Trace, started sucking Debbie’s clit, inserting his thumb into her pussy, while penetrating her ass with his finger. Debbie was moaning, griding her pussy into his face as she started cumming, nearly smothering Trace as she pulled his head into her crotch.
As her orgasms started to subside, Trace aimed his cock at Debbie’s pussy, and drove his cock deep into her. Debbie gasped as his cock hit bottom. “Oh fuck Trace, you really fill me up.” “Fuck me baby…fuck me good and hard.” Trace’s lack of experience was more than made up for by his large cock, and his youthful exuberance. Trace was fucking Debbie, driving his cock into her pussy like a pile driver. Debbie was soon cumming again and again. Debbie asked Trace to stop….she wanted to change positions. Taking Trace into the dining room she leaned over the dining room table, her feet spread wide.
Looking back over her shoulder she asked Trace, “Have you ever eaten a woman’s ass?” “No, of course not.” With a sly grin on her face she said “Well, you might give it a try, all the woman I know LOVE having a good tongue lashing back there.” Trace figured if it was half as good as her pussy, why not give it a shot. Trace knelt down and started running his tongue up and down Debbie’s crack. Her reaction turned him on. Debbie reached back spreading her cheeks wife for Trace. Trace got the hang of it quickly, running his tongue up and down her ass, penetrating her asshole with his tongue sending her over the edge yet again.
Trace stood up and slid his cock inside Debbie’s pussy on more time. Bracing himself, his hands on the edge of the table, Trace started fucking Debbie again. The harder he pounded her pussy the more Debbie liked it. Trace started slapping her ass, making Debbie squeal. Trace felt his balls start to tighten and he knew he was near. Debbie told him to come on her ass. Trace pulled his cock from her pussy and pumped it a couple of times and spewed his load, all over her Debbie’s ass. Debbie massaged the cum into her cheeks, after which she and Trace took a shower.
Now Debbie and Trace fuck every chance they get. Trace is becoming a real cocks man and Debbie is getting all the hard cock she could ever want. With his new found confidence, Trace is getting plenty of young pussy as well, but he still prefers Debbie over the younger one. Debbie has promised to introduce Trace to some of her girl friends, they too need a good young cock, just like Debbie…Trace can hardly wait.
He didn’t stop. I felt his body tense up and then a big, warm load of cum flooded deep inside of my pussy; almost simultaneously, I had a major orgasm, pulling him close, quivering and allowing his cum to fill me. When we both finished our climax, we kissed each other deeply and he pulled out of me, leaving me with the feeling of emptiness. My husband then handed the camera to him and lay down on the bed. I began licking his penis, but I could hardly wait to have the feeling of a penis back inside me. My husband, by now, is so turned on that I can already feel him getting close to having an orgasm. I lowered myself on him. His penis slid into me quickly with the aid of our guest’s cum. I kissed him passionately, occasionally looking into his eyes seeing how much he loves me and is turned on by me.
I whispered into his ear that I wanted to feel him cum in me too. I then began kissing him deeply and riding him faster. The feeling of cumming in me again, after I just received a load of cum from another man, drove him crazy. Just then I felt him cum in me. Wave after wave of pleasure hit my body, as I felt his warmth fill me (while our guest got it all on film). My legs were so weak after such intense pleasure, that it took a while to get off of my husband. Cum slowly dripped out of my pussy, as I fell back on the bed nearly exhausted from the fuckings I just received. The darkness and heat washed over me. Another man is kneeling between my legs in my husband’s place. He has been watching my husband fuck me and is very excited. He’s completely hard, and the tip of his cock brushes my pussy.
His cock gently pressed against me, spreading me open. I tilted my hips wanting more inside, as he slowly moved between my legs. Deep inside I feel his tip pass the pleasant spot where my husband’s comes to rest, when he throbs and spurts inside me. I squeezed his thick shaft tightly, welcoming it as his body settled on top of me. His smell is unfamiliar, as is the feel of his body slowly making love to me. I hear my pussy slurping hungrily at his cock, as he moved with slow deep strokes inside me. Each time his hips softly bump mine, his warm, hot cock lingered deep within me slowly throbbing. My moans reach his ears and he can no longer hold back. Softly groaning, his body pressed against mine and he began to cum!
His cock rhythmically jerked, as I felt each hot spurt. His slippery cum coated me, as his cock worked his sperm back and forth inside me. My pussy sucked at him, forcing every drop from his delicious penis. He lay there exhausted! I felt his cock soften inside, the warm sticky cum oozing out around it. He moved up off me, and again I was temporarily alone. Hot and flushed, I felt the bed moving again, as someone climbed in with me. This man was heavier, and I could feel his enormous presence. He too had been watching all of this, and now he wanted me, so badly! Large strong hands lifted me by my waist and turned me over. Hands and arms pulled me up onto my knees and spread my legs wide apart.
I was surprised at how easy it was for me to be lifted by the third man, to be spread, and I moaned deeply in anticipation. Arching my behind, I surrendered completely to him. I felt his cock wet and enormous, as he rubbed himself against my pussy. Up and down my slit, the delicious knob touching me seemingly everywhere at once; and then he nestled it against my opening and pushed slowly against me. My pussy opened wider, as he slid inside me ever-so-slowly, introducing me to new and exotic feelings. A powerful wave of desire coursed through me, as the head of his penis popped softly inside. I uttered uncontrollable sounds of pleasure, as he inched his fat cock further into my body. The friction and heat are incredible. I found myself pushing back against him, wanting him deeper. He filled me slowly, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from my body. My loins and belly become one with his cock, stroking, massaging in this deep, intimate way. Sounds of wet, hot sex escaped our crotches.
His cock touched me everywhere, gliding tightly against my labia, plunging deep inside me. Cock muscles and throbbing veins massaged my clit, tugging it, sliding endlessly over it, as he buried himself between my legs. With his hands around my waist, he pulled me to him faster, harder and deeper. His breathing quickened, as did mine. I felt his heavy balls deliciously slap against my ass as we fucked. We came together, as I rocked back and forth against him, my pussy squeezed and massaged my delicious new friend. He couldn’t hold back and fell forward on top of me, reaching his climax. His penis thick and virile, his sperm exploded inside me, filling my cervix, which overflowed and leaked from my pussy in thick, white, steamy gobs. I cried out wildly feeling an ocean of heat and pleasure inside my pussy.
My husband thanked our new friends for their participation in our night and saw them to the door. I was so exhausted from the day that I quickly fell asleep until the next the morning. When I woke up and realized I had to pee, I felt gobs of sticky white cum still oozing out of my pussy. I smiled and chuckled to myself as I remembered the details of the night, and gave my hubby a kiss for allowing me to engage in my hot fantasies again.
The End
Reunion
The small railway station was almost deserted as she got off the train. As usual there was one British Rail employee manning the gate and a bored looking younger woman in the ticket office. Lacey smiled at both of them as she made her way out into the chill evening air, her suitcase banging against her shins as she walked. Checking her watch she began her journey out towards the main road where, hopefully, he would be waiting for her.
The small, white, sports car was parked just out of sight of the station and she hurried towards it, seeing his arm snake out to open the passenger side door.
“Hi.” Her voice, soft and low, filled the car and he smiled back at her.
“Hi, yourself.” He climbed out, opened the boot and deposited her suitcase effortlessly within. Once he was back in the car he reached over, running a soft leather covered thumb across her lips before starting the engine and easing out into the empty street.
There were no more words, there never were until they had left the town behind and were speeding along the country roads towards their destination. The hedgerows, full of blossom, and the green fields beyond caught her eye as the dusk claimed them and she watched as they flew by. A man of few words she knew her companion would talk when he was ready and was more than happy to just sit and enjoy his company silently until then.
The email she had received two days before her trip had promised her a long weekend where fantasies would be fulfilled and dreams realized. Her imaginings had been lurid and exciting over the previous nights and she was wet and aroused even though he had said not a word. If previous liaisons were anything to go by there would be at least another half an hour’s travelling before they reached the destination he had chosen.
“Have you thought about what I said?” His words shocked her, not because of their content but because he had spoken without moving, his eyes still glued to the road, his hands relaxed against the wheel.
“Oh yes, constantly. I love a mystery as you know and you certainly weren’t giving very much away. I’ve been wracking my brains to try and remember all the things I’ve told you. Things I’ve told no one else, I might add.”
The smile, as enigmatic as ever, caused her heart to beat a little faster and she reached across to rest her hand on his hard, muscular thigh.
“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”
“Of course. We’re going to meet up with a friend of mine for a couple of days, his name’s Steve, we’ve known each other for years.”
“I see.” She didn’t, and for a while the silence returned to the car. “We’ve never needed anyone else before, is he going to be with us the whole time?”
“Would that worry you?” There was something about his tone, the way he glanced momentarily in her direction, which made her next words catch in her throat.
“I … I don’t know. Can I play it by ear?”
“You know you can. Have I ever forced you to do anything you didn’t want to?” The car slowed as he spoke. His voice was serious now and she realized he was actually stopping. Reaching out his hand he cupped her face, pulling her gently towards him and, finally, their lips touched. She felt his fingers in her hair, his tongue against her flesh as she opened her mouth and let him in. The kiss, gentle but passionate, took her breath away and she moved back as she looked into his deep blue eyes and smiled.
“No, you have never forced me. I trust you, implicitly. In many ways I have no choice, but it has never been a problem.”
“You are too trusting, I’ve told you that before, but I won’t hurt you, or force you into anything. Now, is it ok if we continue our journey?”
“No, one more kiss, please? I’ve missed you.”
There was no gentleness this time, they let their tongues clash and she reached out, feeling his arousal through his trousers. Whatever was planned had him excited, hard to her touch, and she relaxed against him, certain she would enjoy it, whatever it was.
The house, a small cottage whose garden ran up into a hill behind it, was painted white and had a tiny lawn in front. Lacey looked around as she carefully extricated herself from the car. They had driven through a village large enough only for two pubs, a small supermarket and an infant’s school along with old and new houses nestling together. Now, appreciating the isolation around her, she knew why they were going to Steve’s house rather than a hotel.
“David, it’s good to see you.” The voice boomed into her consciousness and she turned. “And you must be Lacey. Come in, both of you, kettle’s on, although you’ll want beer I expect.” Steve slapped his friend on the back as the two of them passed and she laughed.
“He has you well worked out.”
“Well, you’re wrong, both of you, I would love a cup of tea.” She stuck her tongue out at him, laughing as she did so and then watched, dumbstruck, as Steve moved closer to David, his eyes alight with passion as their lips touched.
The difference between the two men, one greying with a beard and the other, dark haired, clean-shaven and a little taller was emphasized as they moved together. Lacey, feeling slightly embarrassed, stepped back to give them room only to see David looking at her over Steve’s shoulder. His look stopped her in her tracks and, feeling somewhat voyeuristic, she watched as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the most erotic kiss Lacey thought she had ever seen.
“Sorry about that,” Steve’s voice, husky from the moment sounded anything but apologetic. “It’s been too long since we’ve been together, and you have to admit he is a fabulous kisser.”
“Oh yes, I definitely agree with that, and don’t worry, it was hot to watch.” Steve looked at David for a second before speaking.
“May I?”
David inclined his head and Lacey caught her breath as Steve moved closer to her. His lips, soft and warm, brushed hers as a hand rested lightly on her arse. She leaned against him, the heat of his body spurring her on. A tongue ran across her skin and she opened her mouth, accepting him as readily as David had done, enjoying the different taste, the different sensations and surrendering herself to whatever lay ahead.
For a while they had been sitting in the lounge, a roaring fire taking the chill off the spring evening. The conversation had been easy and relaxed, the music in the background just enough to fill any silences pleasantly. Steve had sat on the sofa first, pulling David down next to him and Lacey had made herself comfortable against the chest of her lover, wondering how things would work as the evening progressed.
David’s lips touched fleetingly at her hairline, tiny butterfly kisses designed to entice and enflame. She moved her head, arching her neck and inviting him to do more.
“I want you, Lacey, but I want Steve too, is that alright with you?” He breathed the words into her ear, softly, huskily, and she closed her eyes.
Once she knew he had finished speaking she turned to capture his lips with her own. For a minute or two there were no words, but then, her eyes dark with lust, she smiled again.
“Yes, let me see him take you, David, see him fuck that sweet arse of yours before you do the same to me.”
“Are you sure, baby?” His words were still soft against her ear and she nodded.
“Yes, I am so hot for you, I want to see you, feel you, watch you.”
“And Steve?” If the other man heard his name he made no sign of it. Lacey knew he was waiting, watching, wondering what would happen and she looked him in the eye as she answered.
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“Maybe. The thought of the two of you together excites me, so let’s see how it goes, ok?”
David nodded before moving so he could reach out towards Steve. This time it was he who initiated the kiss and Lacey again found herself watching. David’s hand covered Steve’s cock, the outline of which was easily seen through his jeans. She leant forward so she could do the same to David only to find a hand already there. Between them they began to rub and stroke at David’s dick, working together to the sounds of his moaning.
“Fuck, that feels so good, touch me, and let me feel your hands on me.”
David leant back on the sofa and Lacey and Steve, one on either side began to undress him. Long red fingernails worked on shirt buttons as sturdier, stronger ones undid the snap on his trousers, lowering the zipper before reaching inside to free the rock hard, eight inches of flesh that they both wanted.
Lifting his hips David pushed down on his clothes before kicking them off onto the carpet. Lacey removed the shirt and leant forward taking a nipple into her mouth, her tongue teasing it back and forth as she saw Steve begin to lick the mushroom head of the now solid cock.
“Oh, God.” The words, more a groan in reality, only spurred them on. Lacey, her fingers playing with the nipple she wasn’t suckling at, paused in her ministrations to kiss her lover. Their tongues were languid against each other as she felt David’s hand reach up to search out her left breast. “Strip for me, baby, let me see you, show Steve what you look like.”
She stood up, aware of the audience she had, and listened to the music in the background for a moment before beginning to sway in time with it. Glad she had worn a soft, silky shirt with her jeans Lacey began undoing the buttons before sliding it down her arms and onto the floor. She reached out for Steve, pulling him towards her and dancing with him slowly, grinding herself against the outline of his hard cock before pulling at his t-shirt. She lifted it up and over his head to expose a smooth muscular chest running down to a slightly soft belly and a treasure trail of dark hair, which disappeared into his jeans. His hands teased at the button on her trousers, pushing them down, revealing the tiny thong she had chosen for David, a slip of black lace, which matched the bra she still wore.
David got to his feet his erection bobbing now as he joined them. Reaching behind her his fingers deftly undid her bra, letting her large tits fall free. As he did so she worked on Steve’s jeans, anxious now to see him naked. His trousers and boxers disappeared easily to reveal a thick, slightly curved cock already leaking pre-cum.
Lacey pulled at the nipples she knew David loved, watching his reaction before licking her fingers and running them across the now tightened nubs. Steve lowered his head and took the right tit into his mouth. His tongue, warm against her skin, was suddenly joined by David’s and for the first time she felt both her nipples being sucked at the same time.
David bent her at the waist, pushing her over before he penetrated her; she felt her thong being moved to one side as he thrust inside. His thick, long cock taking her closer and closer to her first orgasm. Steve, his mouth no longer working her hard nipple, raised a hand and slapped it down on her arse cheek. Jerking her forward as David pushed deeper inside and she felt herself begin to shake.
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, David, Steve, oh, don’t … don’t stop …” her head fell forward as she leant against her new lover, now sitting in front of her on the sofa. Lacey felt David move quicker inside her and tightened her muscles around him. She pushed back hard against him as her breath came in deep pants.
“Yes … oh … ohhhh.” Words stopped as her body reached its peak. Her cunt tightened once more before suddenly she was soaking David’s prick, again and again as she came in pulse after pulse before collapsing onto the sofa, her body flushed and her eyes closed.
The sight that met her when Lacey had the energy to rejoin the party almost had her cumming again instantly. David was on his knees in front of her sucking Steve’s cock. As she watched his head bob up and down on it she could see that although it was as long as her lover’s it wasn’t as thick. The head, moving in and out of David’s mouth with a satisfying slurp each time was a shiny red, hard and tight, and she longed to touch it.
Reaching out she grasped David’s cock in her right hand causing him to move back, leaving Steve’s dick at her mercy. Once again she reached out and when she had both hands full she slowly moved them up and down, keeping in time as the two men in front of her began to kiss again.
As their bodies moved closer she wrapped one hand around both shafts leaning forward to catch the heads with her lips on each downward stroke. The sound of their kissing intensified and Lacey realized they were rubbing against each other and stopped the movement of her hand. The two hard cocks forced their way through her open fist and she wrapped the other hand around, encasing both of them as she enjoyed the show.
It was Steve who moved back first, his hand still in David’s hair as he spoke.
“Fuck me, want that meat in me again.” David just nodded, his eyes darting from his friend to his lover as he did so.
“Go for it, baby, let me watch you.” Lacey lowered her mouth onto David’s cock, sucking it in until she gagged against it. Her head bobbed up and down as she lubricated the entire length, wanting to feel him before he took his male lover.
“Let’s move upstairs, where we can get more comfortable.” Steve, his hand now jerking his own cock got to his feet and headed out of the lounge. Lacey watched David follow without a word and did the same. The bedroom was large, with white walls and black beams. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed with dark blue bedding and lots of pillows. Steve pulled back the covers before lying face down on the mattress. He raised himself up just high enough to slip one of the discarded cushions underneath and then moaned as David knelt behind him, his lips grazing the soft skin of his arse, as he began to kiss and suck at him.
“Oh yes, yesss, I’ve missed this so much.” Steve reached back opening himself up to the talented tongue of his lover and Lacey watched as David, whom she knew was anxious to reacquaint himself with his friend, moved so his tongue was licking down the crack towards the tight entrance to Steve’s body.
“Watch me, baby, watch me take him and then he’ll take me. Do you want to see that too?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her fingers were in her pussy now, moving in and out as she took herself higher and higher before stopping, not wanting to cum and miss anything that was going on.
“Suck me, Lacey, let me feel your lips on me.” Steve’s voice broke into her pleasure and she looked up. David had his hands full with his own cock and she moved over, lowering her lips to Steve’s arse and repeating the actions she had seen and knew he loved.
Her tongue found its way into the tight portal, pressing just hard enough to get a response before moving back to watch it pulse before her. Leaning forward she held her fingers in front of Steve.
“Suck on one and I’ll use it.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He took the middle finger into his mouth, sucking on it and running his tongue around and over it. Lacey moved back and after licking once again she pressed the digit against the pulsating skin. “Oh, ohhh, yes.” Steve pushed back as she moved forward and she felt herself being accepted. Gently she waggled the finger inside him enjoying the feel of the muscles tightening around her before catching his prostate with her nail. Mindless grunts came from Steve as he pushed back harder and she withdrew before entering again with two fingers.
The scissor action had Steve getting up onto all fours to increase the sensations and Lacey grasped his softening cock in her other hand, running her fingers over its length before moving back so David could take over.
“God, that was hot, do me next.” He kissed her hard on the lips and Lacey realized not only were her fantasies coming true but his as well. He wanted to see her with another man, but only if he was there too. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him close.
“Fuck him, show me what you like, I want to see you cum with Steve.”
He nodded, his eyes dark with lust now and moving away from her he grasped the bottle of lube from the nightstand and began to prepare both himself and Steve for what lay ahead.
“Turn over, it’s better that way.”
Steve did as he was told without a word, laying on his back and throwing the cushion on the floor. He placed his hands behind his head as he watched but as soon as David raised his legs up against his chest and placed his cock head at the entrance to Steve’s body he reached down grasping his nipples and pulling at them.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.”
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Carefully, slowly, Lacey saw David push forward. She felt herself tighten, her body tingling as she watched the scene unfold before her. David’s cock was about eight inches long, thick and she loved it. He fucked her once or twice a month when their busy schedules allowed and the memories kept her wet and ready during their time apart.
Now she knew she would have something else, a vision of what her lover looked like when he took and was taken, to add to her dreams and she pulled at her tight nipples, wanting him to speed up but enjoying the tentative beginnings as well.
Steve had reached down and grasped his thighs opening himself up for David and she could see the cock head resting against the tight hole she had licked and kissed.
“Ready?” David leant forward, the movement just enough for him to enter the tight outer ring of muscle. Steve’s body lifted from the bed as he nodded and then David pushed.
“Tell me.” Lacey whispered the words, but David heard. He nodded, his reply almost grunts as he spoke.
“Tight, so fucking tight and hot. God, Steve, I need this so bad.” Pumping forwards the rhythm was instantly hard and fast. Steve had grasped his soft cock and already it was hardening visibly in his fist. David bent over the body of his lover pulling at both nipples as he kissed him.
“Yes, harder, David, fuck me harder.” Steve, his words muffled by David’s mouth, was meeting every thrust of the older man’s body. David’s balls slapped against the soft skin Lacey had so recently kissed and then Steve reached up, pushing his friend back.
“Gonna cum, don’t want to. Let me fuck you, David, take that arse again.”
David pulled back, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that showed his tight muscles off even more than usual. He took Steve’s place on the bed and looked over to Lacey. Moving forward she kissed him, her hands running into his chest hair and finding the nipples she loved.
“Do it to me, like you did Steve, fuck my arse with your fingers, open me up, baby, get me ready.”
She only nodded, words seemed superfluous. Looking over at Steve who was standing, breathing heavily, while his left hand grasped the base of his cock tightly, she smiled.
“Come here.” He moved almost in a trance and Lacey captured his lips pulling him towards her, kissing and touching him, running her hands down over his back and kneading his tight cheeks.
“Want you to fuck me, take my cunt while David takes my arse, do you like the sound of that, lover?”
“Shit, yes.” Steve ground against her. “But later, want to cum in his sweet arse, Lacey, please, let me have him.”
She knelt before Stevve, looking up subserviently before taking his hard cock into her mouth for the first time. Slowly she moved up and down, bringing him back to the boil before stopping again.
“Take him, take him hard, but not all your cum in his arse, I want to see.”
She moved away, not waiting for an answer, he could work out what to do without her help. Instead she again knelt, this time on the mattress before leaning forward to begin preparing David for his arse fucking.
Her lips began to kiss, to lick, the skin she was so familiar with. His chest was so hairy and she loved it but his butt cheeks were smooth, almost hairless and that too turned her on. Gently her fingers pulled at him, exposing his deep crack to her eyes and she feasted on the sight for a moment before licking her lips and then running her tongue down the usually hidden skin, touching the puckered ring before moving on.
The moan she received made her smile and she kissed the soft skin at the junction of his leg and his cheek before once again beginning to lubricate his body.
Her tongue, furled now, made soft jabbing movements alternated with soft gusts of air as she blew against him. As his arse began to pulse she placed her lips over his tight hole, sucking it in and licking over it again and again as he writhed beneath her. A hand reached round, grasping her breasts as she worked and she felt Steve’s cock on her own arse, running up her skin as she pushed back against him.
Resting her hands on David’s hips she raised him so that he was on all fours before her. His cock hung behind heavy, low slung, balls and she carefully moved them back towards her before taking one into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue.
As she did so her finger began to probe at his opening and she felt him push back as Steve had done.
“Fuck, Lacey, so good, so fucking good.” His words were low, guttural, and she smiled against his skin.
Steve’s cock entered her and for a minute as she prepared her lover she was herself fucked from behind.
“Take him, Steve, he’s ready for you.” Her fingers, lubed up and still inside, moved gently across David’s prostate and he bucked against her. She could tell he was more than able to take the thick cock, which was inside her, and so carefully she stood, regretting the empty feeling but needing to see her lover fucked before her.
David turned so he too was on his back. His hand was on his cock, jerking it as he waited and then, as Steve moved closer, he raised his legs, his body open and willing.
Lacey sat on a chair by the side of the bed. She knew if she stood she would touch and this was no longer her moment. Instead she ran a finger round until she found her own tight hole, gently penetrating herself as she watched and waited.
Steve said nothing as he pushed forward, David, his eyes now focussed on the handsome face above him groaned as the thick prick entered his body but was almost instantly moving against it, trying desperately to get it as deep inside him as possible.
“Oh, fuck, Steve.” David broke his gaze for a moment to turn towards Lacey and she saw the realization in his eyes as he watched her hand move beneath her. He grasped his cock, pumping as he did so, looking back up at Steve, watching as he canted his hips and changed the angle of entry.
Over and over Steve pounded David, the grunts as they met, skin to skin, and the passion as they kissed and pawed each other, spurring them on.
“Gonna cum, Steve, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” David, his back arched as he tried to hold off, cried out once more as his load splashed across his chest, hitting a nipple and streaking across his abs.
Steve, his body moving alone now, pushed once more before, as his cheeks clenched and his hands grabbed at his lover’s hips, he began to unload inside David. Twice, three times he jerked hard against him before pulling back to let the remainder of his load mix with the spunk already on David’s chest.
His body spasmed as he emptied his cock and then he leant forward, his arms either side of David as he caught his breath.
Lacey, spellbound in the chair, her cunt leaking her own juices watched as, recovering slightly, Steve licked at the cum on David’s skin before moving above him to let it roll off his tongue and into his willing lover’s open mouth. Their lips met, tongues touching, and Lacey watched as David passed the load back. One final time Steve kissed David and then she saw him swallow, not just his own cum but that of his male lover too.
Both men collapsed back against the pillows, David pulling Steve close as they did so. He held an arm out to welcome her too and Lacey moved against him, her head on his shoulder as she watched the two exhausted lovers. The two of them smiled at her before their eyes closed and their breathing deepened. Before she knew it she was the only one still awake in the house.
The End
The Joy Fuck Club
Joy and Mark have been living the happy but catatonic suburban life together for a decade. Both are in their 40’s, prosperous and would have to be considered very attractive and social by nature but they’ve perfected the middle aged malaise. Sure, Joy has always had a flair for the dramatic surprise but we know how it can be after so many years when your romantic life is pushed aside by family and friends. They live in one of those manufactured communities perfect by design, perfect in attitude and perfectly suited to Prozac.
Last Friday Joy walked across the street with a pitcher of Manhattan’s to her best friend Annie’s house. Now dear reader, Prozac thresholds be damned this is not a happy sign as Joy has essentially reached her limit of tolerance. Her purchases of lingerie, candles and even some naughty porn for Mark have gone for naught. But both wives and husbands are best of friends with each other and by and large that can make them golf widows for days and weekends on end.
Joy commiserating over her second drink: “Annie, I need to do something. I had it out with Mark the other morning when he told me that he was paired with a foursome at the club. I just blurted out to him: What would you rather do, play golf or have a twosome with me on a Saturday morning? And you know what Annie, the dumb jerk actually hesitated for a second!”
“I’ve reached the point where I spend more time thinking about the Good Vibrations website than I do my husband!”
Now what’s a friend to do at a moment like this? Should she talk about the weather, look at the activity schedule for the Junior League or fess up to what she and Daniel have been up to for the last year. Annie knows that there’s no going back if she opens herself up to Joy. She and Daniel were in a similar predicament a while back too so she relates. Can this be a secret between the two of them? Is Joy the type to get on the phone with mutual friends within minutes spilling the details? All good questions; which was why Annie was having a pensive moment looking out the living room window.
“Joy, you know that Daniel and I had pretty much the same issue last year remember?”
“Yes, but I haven’t heard you mention a thing since last Spring…did you work it out with Dan?”
“In a way we did, but it has changed us forever. I don’t mind his golf trips as much as I used to anymore, when he comes back home one of the first things he does is grab my hand and fucks me in a way that always reminds me of the time before we married,”
“Oh puhleeeeze, I’m serious Annie. I don’t know if the problem with Mark is about me, or what? Mark couldn’t care less about the effects of Viagra. Sometimes I think the only club he cares about is his Driver. So I’m thinking its something about me.”
“Joy there’s a club in town that meets once every two weeks. Its filled with people just like us: sexy and very attractive and. ………formerly very frustrated.”
“It’s a club just for couples, couples that would like to spice things up in their bedroom.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“It’s a club pretty much run by the women although you’d never see an unhappy guy there. The women meet at a members house once a week and talk about ideas to spice up their love lives”
“You mean they really talk about sex to each other?”
“Yes, and there’s something else too. Members are sworn to secrecy but we all help each other out in any way we can when it comes to helping a member.”
“Oh gawd, that sounds like a Sex Co-op, where is this? It sounds perfect for Boulder.”
“No, silly woman its here and its members are all around you. Daniel and I were introduced last year and I can say that it has had an amazing effect on us. Daniel now calls me his “love slave” and can’t keep his hands off me.”
“Tell me more”
“Not now, there’s a meeting next week and if you’re up to it I’ll ask the other women if we can have one more couple as members, and if they say yes I’d like just for you to come.”
Annie did what she promised and the girls got together at another members house over drinks and discussion where they accepted the idea and responsibility of another couple".
The next week the women invited Joy over for drinks and talk:
“Joy, we consider ourselves philanthropic organization of desire. What I mean is it’s our role to allow each member to experience their desires and fantasies to the limit.”
“Wait, are you telling me that you’re a Swing Club?”
“No, that’s not our role although I have to admit more than one member here would like to do just that.”
“You mean that if I become a member any fantasy that Mark and I have you’ll see to it that it actually happens?”
“Yes, that’s right. We all have fantasies whether we admit it to ourselves or not that have gone unfulfilled. Usually it’s because we’re all too shy to admit it to ourselves, or our husbands. I mean, we all know what our husbands can be like and none of us here wants to be divorced so we focus on helping each other out. So far not one couple has ever divorced that’s joined our little club.”
“But Joy, if you and Mark are going to be real members you’re going to have to tell us something about yourself.”
At this point, fueled by the demon rum, Joy tells a tale from the deep dark recesses of her mind, a story that has triggered many an orgasm for the longest time.
The next morning Joy informs Mark that they’ve been invited to a sexy party at the Brown Palace Hotel in Denver and that she wants her man looking his best. She also explains he’s under the threat of severe litigation without prejudice if he goes on any golfing excursions, but afterwards he can play golf to his “hearts content”.
At this point Mark’s eyes are narrowing and he knows something’s up but Joy assures him that all will be fine and that no matter what he’s to enjoy himself at the party, whereby he quietly acquiesces.
The evening finally arrives and Joy looks stunning. You know the phrase that “less is more” well, reader it was in full effect this evening. Joy still retained much of her natural beauty and only had to dab a small amount of make up. She decided on a dress that was barely more than just a slip…something she would never normally wear especially in their social circles. It was very light, fitting for Summer with simple straps over her shoulders and an uplifting bra which the little black dress revealed admirably. A touch of perfume on her neck and new strappy heels that she knew would accentuate her shapely tan legs.
Mark on the other hand finally got an excuse to wear an elegant tuxedo shirt, open at the collar and black slacks purchased ages ago. Joy secretly stole glances and watched him dress with what she felt was a bit of nervous apprehension which caused her to secretly smile.
Upon arrival at the hotel suite the women were absolutely glowing, radiant would be an understatement and the husbands couldn’t be more supportive and friendly. Sure, the men except Mark knew what was going to happen and that, Mark was still in the dark.
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