Iaq Pubs

((Disclaimer: This is my first story, so any criticism is welcome. But before you mention the past tense versus the modern setting, I think I’d better reveal that the narrator is in the future, thinking back to his younger years at roughly present day time. Other than that, I hope you’ll enjoy it. And please remember that this is just a fantasy, so never forget to use protection! A huge thanks goes to psych_student who helped me edit after the initial rejection.))
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I don’t know exactly how it happened, but somehow I earned myself a reputation as the neighbourhood deflowerer of young, curious boys. I don’t think I did anything to earn such a title, but an old queen like me was hardly going to complain, now was I? Being in my mid-thirties at the time, I was, of course, not ancient, but considering the median age of the gay community in my part of town, I felt I had to go pretty far away from home to find someone my age. Not that I often had the urge to go cruising for ass my own age anyway, with all the sweet young meat coming my way, but I guess everybody needs some experienced hands once in a while.
Anyway, I got lucky a few times at my local gay hangout and got to take home a few lovely, young virgins. I couldn’t believe my luck. Then somehow word had got around that I was gentle and gave the new ones a hell of a first time. I never considered myself a miracle worker in bed, but I loved virgins - as probably anyone else would - and was blessed with patience and self control. On top of that, I just loved seeing those shy young guys becoming little wildcats as I slowly worked them to climax in my bed.
So there I was. Richard, an average gay man with no stunning looks or manners, being treated to all the young meat I could stand. It’s a time I remember with the greatest of pleasure, now, later in life. There were many young men worth remembering in those days, but one in particular I still remember with a little flutter in my loins.
It was a lazy Saturday as any other when I got a call from David; one of my previous deflowerings and now close friend. He had turned into quite a little horn dog and had sent newbies my way before. Needless to say I was flattered and gladly accepted the commendation. Anyway, he called to tell me that he had given another newbie my number. I was fine with this, of course. Although he warned me that this one might be a bit of a hard nut to crack, he was very certain that this guy was a diamond in the raw just needing some unwrapping. His words, not mine; he was never exactly poetic in his phrasing. But, in retrospect, it turned out to be very fitting.
Hardly three hours later, another young man called. He told me his name was Andrew and that he had gotten my number from a friend. He sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears and practically whispered into the phone when I asked him if he was ok. He told me he was just nervous, and after some more whispering and stuttering, we agreed he should come over that same night. I made sure he knew he was free to back out and that if he did show up, we would only do what he wanted to. His “see ya later” was whispered so low, I couldn’t even sure be he said anything at all.
I made my usual preparations for a cozy night in bed. I showered, shaved, lit candles in select places in the bedroom and wore my usual relaxation outfit; a pair of satin pajama pants and a knee-length satin robe closed loosely over it. Comfortable, easy to peel off, but not too scary for a nervous first-timer. And just in case he really was as nervous as he sounded, I made some coffee and waited for him in the kitchen, so as to start off with something completely non-sexual when he arrived.
And arrive he did, right at the agreed time. He was so nervous when I opened the door, I thought it amazing that he didn’t run for the hills when I asked him to come in. He was shaking and shivering like he was cold, but it was a warm summer night, so I didn’t think it likely. He looked young. Very young in fact, but I was sure David would never send me an underage guy. He wore pretty thick glasses but the eyes beneath them were brown and had a very deep expression. His lips were nicely curved with a blushing deep pink color against his lighter skin. He had short brownish-blonde hair and looked like puberty hadn’t really reached an end yet. He was pale, very thin and seemed a little clumsy in his movements. Despite his gangly figure, he had lovely narrow hips and a wonderful long neck that made my mouth water. He had no hint of facial hair but smooth skin with a few freckles. He was obviously shy, but I thought he looked absolutely delicious - glasses and all. What can I say, I’m a hound for young guys.
I invited him into the kitchen and offered him coffee. After some gentle nudging, I pulled out of him that he wasn’t much of a coffee drinker and pushed a soda into his hands. He seemed a little relieved to have something to do with his hands and clutched the bottle so hard his knuckles turned white. I was starting to think David might have misread this little cutie. He looked so fearful I was afraid I might do serious damage if I made a move. So I took it as slow as I possibly could. I talked to him about everything and anything, got very short and quiet answers and slowly his clenched up shoulders seemed to relax just a little bit. So I thought we might as well approach the true purpose of our meeting.
It took a little time. I stared intently at him, making him raise his eyes and meet my gaze. I smiled at him and immediately he blushed and looked down. God, he was adorable! When he finally looked up again, I asked him what he had tried. He looked like he had no clue what I was asking. So I clarified that I wanted to know how experienced he was. He locked his gaze on the floor again, and mumbled something about ‘one date with a girl’ and I think I heard the word ‘disaster’ in there somewhere. I thought I’d better cover the basics, so I asked him how long he had been interested in men, if at all. This time he never even lifted his eyes as I asked. I thought I saw his lips move, but no sound came out. This wouldn’t do. I reached over and hooked my forefinger under his chin and lifted his face up. His eyes were closed like he didn’t dare look at me. I held my grip, though, and after the longest time, he finally opened his eyes. I tried as gently as I could to coax an audible answer out of him, just holding his gaze. He wiggled a little, as if trying to escape my touch, but then sort of resigned himself to the situation and really talked to me.
“I… I think I’ve always been curious about guys. I only went out with the girl to try it.” He closed his eyes and winced. “It was horrible”.
I really felt we were getting somewhere now and pressed on a little, hoping he wouldn’t clam up on me again.
“So, you’ve never been with a guy before?”
This time he surprised me by looking me straight in the eye, with a little bitterness to his expression.
“Never even a kiss.”
I got the feeling it wasn’t for lack of trying, and I think I guessed now why David had sent him to me. He was absolutely lovely, but so tightly wound up he really needed some gentle guidance to start with. At this point I wasn’t as much turned on, as feeling protective of this handsome youth. I really wanted him to blossom and I couldn’t wait to be the one to set his body on fire. But all in good time. And we had plenty.
I thought it was now time to make a move, so I leaned over my small kitchen table and placed a little peck on his cheek. He immediately froze and looked back at the floor. It was adorable like hell and making my heart race, but I took it even slower, wanting him to find out the right way what he wanted. I placed my hands over his, as he still held them tightly around the soda bottle on the table. I could feel him shaking a little and just held my hands there until the shakes subsided. I thought now was the time to apply a little pressure. I had to be sure he would be able to say no if I pushed too far.
“Tell me what you want.”
No reaction.
“Please Andrew. Just talk to me. I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to. So please, tell me what you want.”
He was breathing hard now and was obviously gathering courage. He mumbled again, but realized that I probably hadn’t heard what he had said. So he swallowed hard and lifted his eyes to mine.
“I want… I want… you to kiss me.”
I thought it was a wonderful place to start and told him so. He blushed again and just waited for my move.
“I need you to promise me you’ll say no if I go too far.”
I looked intently at him until he answered quite clearly and very fast.
“I promise. Please kiss me.”
The last bit caught me slightly off-guard, but I smiled and got to work immediately.
I stood up and walked to his side of the table. I gently pulled him up to me and put my arms around him. Our height difference was such that my chin could rest perfectly on his head, and I just stood like that for a while, hugging him to me. His arms slowly snaked around my waist and just rested there. I then reached a hand behind his head and tickled the hairs on the back of the neck lightly, while slowly tilting his face up to mine. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open and his breathing shallow. I slowly - ever so slowly lowered my face to his and placed the softest kiss I could possible accomplish on his lips. He trembled. Very much. I asked if he was ok. He nodded, still with his eyes closed and his lips parted, and I felt his arms tighten slightly around my waist. I moved in to deepen the kiss and he parted his lips a fraction more to allow me access. I gently probed around his tongue for a while and finally felt him responding a little. I broke the kiss and just looked at him. His face was flushed and he was panting softly. His eyes were still closed behind the glasses. God, I was having trouble holding back now. He was so gorgeous and I just had to tell him. When I did his eyes flew open and he stared at me with obvious disbelief.
“You’re joking!”
He looked like he was about to cry. I thought I’d better make things crystal clear to him, so I pressed myself against him. If he didn’t notice my rock hard boner through my thin clothes, he would have to be extremely dim. There was no mistaking his reaction when he felt it against his belly. He gasped loudly and dug his nails into my hips. I felt his own member through his jeans against my leg and while I didn’t get the feeling he was packing anything big, there was no doubt about the state it was in. I thought it must be almost painful for him, as hard as it felt. I moved my face very close to his, so he felt my breath on his lips as I answered.
“I never lie about those things. And even if I tried, my boner would betray me right away, don’t you think?”
He just stared at me and stammered.
“I… I… I’m not… gorgeous.”
He breathed out the last word and tried to close the distance for another kiss, but I teased him and moved away a fraction. I had him now.
“Then what are you exactly?” I whispered and licked my lips, still just looking into his eyes.
He looked like he was about to faint on the spot and tried again to kiss me. But I held him from me waiting for an answer.
“I’m… I’m… I… dunno… ”
I chose that moment to close the distance and bite down on his lower lip. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling the warm blood rush to it, and finally letting it go with a little wet noise. He gasped. I pressed him still tighter to me and growled into his ear:
“Tender… so young and tender.”
And then I bit down on his earlobe.
His knees buckled and he moaned loudly into my ear. He clung to me so hard I felt his nails digging sharply into my back and pressed his groin so tight to me that I’m sure it must have hurt him. Then I suddenly felt a wetness on my thigh. I looked down and had to smile in amazement when I saw a wet spot on the front of his jeans. He had obviously just come hard in his pants. He still clung to me and hid his face on my shoulder. Then I heard a sniffle and felt a little sob run through him. I forced him gently from my shoulder and looked down at him. What on earth was the matter? I bent down and kissed away the tear I could see running down his cheek. I was very afraid that I had pushed him too far after all, and I said I was very sorry if I had crossed his boundaries. This just made him cry harder. He clung to me again and sobbed something into my shoulder.
“What sweetie? What’s the matter?”
Then he suddenly let go of me and almost yelled:
“I’m sorry!!”
I was dumbfounded. What on earth was the big disaster? He seemed to be breaking to bits before my eyes as he suddenly let a torrent of words gush out with breaking voice.
“I’m sorry I can’t hold back! I’m sorry I’m so hideous! I’m sorry I’m so small, stupid and dorky! I’m sorry I’ll never get past puberty! I’m sorry I have to show everyone my driver’s license, before they can believe I’m nineteen instead of eleven! I’m sorry I’ll never have a body worth looking at! I’m fucking sorry!!”
He collapsed on the chair and sobbed uncontrollably into his hands. I stood for a few seconds considering where to go from here. His self esteem issues were clearly severe, and at that moment I felt a very unfamiliar urge to find the people who had led him to believe those things about himself, and pound them to mince.
I recovered quickly however, and decided it was time for action. I forced one of his hands away from his face and held it tight in mine. Then I pulled him out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. I’d never done it this way before, but he was so special and obviously needed special treatment. I started to run hot water into my large bathtub and sat him down on the edge of it. He didn’t even object when I took off his glasses and slowly started to undress him. It wasn’t even sexual. I just needed to warm him up -literally. However non-sexual the situation was, my cock wasted no time in letting me know that it definitely approved of this beauty I was uncovering. And my hard-on never went down. I was already dipping into some of my self-restraint in order to hold back and not ravage him on the spot.
He was as thin under his clothes as he looked. His ribs were clearly visible under his almost milky white skin and he had a very pronounced spine that made a beautiful pattern of bumps all the way down his back. His hips were, as I expected, narrow and surprisingly not very boney. I was sure he could have any man he wanted if he just rocked those hips a little. His cock was small and a little slippery from his cum, but I still thought it was perfect. It fitted him in size and shape and it was resting in a small nest of light brown hair - the only hair I had seen on his body so far. His small pink nipples stood out in the chill of the room and he had goosebumps on his thin thighs.
I shrugged out of my bath robe, and it was then his tear streaked face seemed to show the first sign of real interest since we entered the bathroom. He stared openly and seemingly fascinated at my chest. I’m not furry like a bear or anything, but my chest is covered in light black hair all over. It’s a bit denser around my navel, and a trail down to my pubic area, but that’s it. It seemed to fascinate him, though, and like he wasn’t even thinking, he reached up and lightly touched the hair, just brushing over it without touching my skin. Now it was my turn to shiver and very visible goosebumps erupted all over my body. My cock gave a slight jerk and I had to swallow hard to regain some composure. He didn’t even seem to notice my reaction and just stood there touching the hair gently. I let him touch until the tub was full and I had to lean over to turn off the water.
I told him to get in. He did so without arguing and just sat there looking miserable. I tilted his head back on the edge where I had placed a towel, and he did so with a sigh and closed his eyes. He seemed resigned to whatever I had in mind, so I went to work. I soaked a washcloth and gently washed the tears off his face. Then I soaped up the cloth and washed his shoulders, his neck, his upper chest and arms. I took my time, and miserable as he seemed, he didn’t object. When I had washed everything that wasn’t under water, I got him to stand up and slowly washed him down. I avoided his pubic area for a while, but when I did get there I took my time. I never touched him there with my hands, only with the washcloth. His cock had been hard again for a while and it throbbed a little as I slowly washed it, but as he had just come, it seemed he wasn’t about to shoot again right away. He looked away when I washed him. Like he was unwilling to look at himself. It stung my heart a little, but only made me more determined to get him through this. When he was washed over with soap, I rinsed him off and sat him down in the water again. I then stepped out of my pants and climbed in behind him. He seemed a little disconcerted by my obvious arousal, but I settled him between my legs and tilted him back, so he was leaning against my shoulder, and after a few minutes he finally started to relax.
He was warm, clean and settled. I enjoyed the closeness for a while more before I thought it was time for my planned shock treatment. I locked my arms over his chest so he couldn’t move and said clearly into his ear:
“You are so sexy.”
He flinched and tried to move, but I held him close and talked on.
“You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are so incredibly hot you make my mouth water.”
He wiggled and I heard a new sob.
“You smell fantastic. You are so adorable when you blush. You have the most delicious body I’ve seen in ages.”
He sobbed again and I heard him whimper something like:
“No… don’t…”
But I wasn’t about to stop.
“You are so young and tasty I can’t believe you want an old fag like me even touching you. But I have you now, right where I want you my little, sweet thing.”
He shivered again in the hot water, and as he strained against my arms, I saw the tip of his cock breaking the surface, looking to the ceiling.
“I’m gonna make you moan with pleasure. I’m gonna see your skin flush as I kiss you all over your glorious body. I’m gonna kiss you until you beg for mercy and then I’m gonna stop until you beg me for more.”
He sobbed harder but wasn’t trying to get free anymore. I kissed his neck and gave him the final punch.
“And when I think you’ve begged enough, I’m gonna pop your tasty little cherry and I’m gonna fuck you, until you’ve come at least three times all over my sheets. And when you think you don’t have any more cum to give, I’m gonna make you come again in my mouth and I’ll drain you for every last lustful drop.”
He whimpered and I saw white pearls erupt from his cock just below the surface of the water. Glorious. I savoured the sight and pinched his nipples just above the water level. He sucked air in between his teeth and I thought we were about ready for the next step. I rinsed the remaining soap off the both of us, before stepping out and draining the water from the tub. He just stood dripping where I left him on the small rug in the middle of the room. His eyes were red from crying, but his face had a slight glow to it, a glow that the first release didn’t seem to have brought on. It looked like things were going the right way. But we weren’t done yet.
I had a full length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, and I placed him in front of it, wet and naked. I put his glasses on, so he could be in no doubt that it was time to use his eyesight. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to look at himself, but I just stood behind him and held him there until he finally opened his eyes. He frowned at his body and slouched forward, maybe to trying to hide, but I put my hand on the small of his back, and forced him to stand straight. This made his semi-hard cock the thing closest to the mirror, and as I saw his eyes drift down his own image, he paused as he came to it, looking almost disgusted before he closed his eyes tight and a single tear squeezed out. This was the really hard part, I thought. I know it could go terribly wrong, but I was sure I could make this angel appreciate his body just a little more before I was done with him.

Mark Hammond was dying. Sad, of course. A little morbid, certainly, but an unfortunate fact nonetheless.
It was not earth-shattering news. Mark had known for the last year and, slowly, had come to accept his fate. He had become philosophical; a thinker, sorting out what remained of his days and putting his affairs in order. He was no longer angry, no longer confused. He now acknowledged his destiny with a calm serenity that, previously, he had been unaware he possessed.
The long expensive foreign holidays had been taken, the flashy sports car that he had always wanted had been bought and then sold again as soon as he realised it didn’t really suit him and the mortgage had been paid off. Everything had been done, everything was complete and in order. There was only one problem left to sort out: Tania.
Tania Hammond felt that she was never going to be able to accept the situation in the same tranquil and composed manner that her husband seemed to do. When he had first broken the news she had negated everything. Doctors were often wrong, she claimed, he was too young, there must be something else they could do. But as Mark’s health began to fail, she realised that there was nothing anyone could do. The tears flowed and for several days she shut off completely.
His wife’s complete refusal to accept the inevitable had upset Mark greatly. Their eight-year marriage had been very close; they were able to talk about anything and everything, but now it seemed that the one thing that really needed to be talked about was not being discussed.
There were other things that also troubled Mark. Sex with Tania had always been fantastic to say the least. In bed (or anywhere else for that matter) Mark’s auburn-haired, sultry wife had been a wild woman and there was little that they hadn’t tried together. Oral and anal sex had been a regular feature of their sex life as had dressing up, role playing and even, on one occasion, the addition of another woman into the bedroom to make up a threesome. But Mark’s poor health had exhausted him. It was rare now that he was able to raise a strong enough erection to make love. He and Tania had not had sex in nearly a month and he knew how frustrated she must have felt. He was sure that this was adding to the problem of her lack of acceptance of the situation.
Mark thought long and hard about this dilemma. He had already accepted that once he was no longer around, his wife would certainly find another man and eventually a husband. Perhaps, if he recognized that fact as a given, he could help her select another man in advance, so to speak!
The idea of Tania with another man began to fuel Mark’s imagination. It seemed the perfect solution and would surely help with his wife’s short-term sexual frustration.
“Well, it seems like a good idea,” Tania said uncertainly, “but are you sure? It’s one thing to know that I’ll eventually re-marry, but quite another to be there in the same room while he fucks me!”
Mark hadn’t really thought about the practicalities of his plan. To be in the same room while another man took his wife; could he do it? He felt a surge of ineffectual excitement and knew that the answer was yes. It would be his last bequest!
That night in bed, the couple talked until the early hours of the morning. Both naked, Tania wriggled and writhed against her husbands’ body as they discussed her sexual attributes; the tight, flatness of her toned body, the smoothness of her perpetually shaved mound and the size and sensitivity of her heavy breasts. Mark could feel her moist against his thigh and groaned silently. There was little he could offer her but his fingers and used them expertly between the delicious folds of her pouting labia until she had shuddered into a satisfied climax.
Over the weeks the selection process became increasingly difficult. Several unsatisfactory introductions had been effected and so far, neither Mark nor Tania had met anyone that they would have considered even marginally suitable. Mark was becoming more and more frustrated and he knew that his wife was probably suffering even more.
And then, along came Carl. His initial letter came via a high-class dating agency and cited his occupation as a surveyor. He was unmarried, not too young and not too old and worked out regularly. After a week or so of corresponding it was clear that Carl perfectly understood the situation and so a date was set for a meeting at the Hammonds’ home.
Immediately Mark met Carl, he knew that they would get on. The newcomer was sympathetic to their situation without being condescending and was obviously not just after sex with Tania as many of his predecessors had proved to be. But Mark could see that there was a spark of sexual electricity between Carl and his wife. It seemed that they had found The One.
Tania was much impressed by Carl’s demeanour. He was not at all pushy and it was in fact she that had to take the lead in bringing the conversation around to sex. Ever since she had laid eyes on him she knew that she wanted him. She had never been unfaithful before – even in the previous months when Mark’s health had failed – but now it seemed, with her husband’s approval, she would finally get what she needed!
Tania had dressed simply. A plain yellow summer dress concealed a pair of high-cut lacy black panties and a matching bra. It was too warm for stockings (which she actually loved to wear), so she had decided to go barelegged and barefoot. Her flowing auburn hair was freshly washed and she could feel her whole body tingling with anticipation. She was ready!
The downstairs guest room had been made up earlier and Tania winked at her husband as she led Carl by the hand towards the large bed that dominated the centre of the room. She indicated that Mark should follow them.
Mark could feel the butterfly tingles in the pit of his stomach as he followed his sexily dressed wife and Carl into the bedroom. He wasn’t feeling at all as he had expected too; far from any emotional jealousy, his mood was one of excited anticipation.
Mark settled himself into a chair and took a deep breath. He sighed; even the exertion of walking from one room to the next had exhausted him. He watched as Tania sat on the edge of the bed. Her knees were together and her hands by her sides. She was looking directly at Carl as he stood in front of her.
“Why don’t you take your dress off, sweetheart?” Mark said. “I’m sure Carl would like a better look!”
Tania smiled sweetly first at her husband and then at her prospective lover. Her hands went behind her shoulders and pulled the thin tie that held the halter around her neck. She moved slowly but deftly, standing and then shimmying the light garment down over her legs and stepping out of it. Both men gasped as the beautiful woman stood before them in her underwear, proudly displaying her exquisite form.
The smile still set on her pretty face, Tania pulled Carl close to her. Her arms snaked around his neck and the couple kissed deeply. Mark watched them fervently as their tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouths. Carl’s hands were all over her body; squeezing a buttock through her panties and stroking the swell of a heavy breast through the bra.
The fondling kiss lasted a few more minutes before Tania, with a gasp of air, broke the embrace and stood back wordlessly. She stared straight into the eyes of her lover while her hands went behind her back and expertly unclasped the hook of the bra. The undergarment, now loose, fell away from her breasts and, with a flick of her wrist and a light giggle, she sent it spinning away to land on the other side of the room.
Mark could hardly blame Carl for leaping straight onto Tania. Now dressed only in her panties, her pendulous breasts swung tantalizingly in front of him and the young man lost no time in pulling off his own shirt and scooping the warm mounds of womanly flesh into his hands.
Whilst Carl fondled and sucked on Tania’s already hard nipples, her own hands were busy easing down the zipper on his jeans. In his letters, Carl had stated that he was quite large but, as Mark watched his wife pull the rod of inflamed flesh out from the denim pants, he couldn’t help a small exclamation of surprise. Carl was hard, thick and long. His cock swung almost menacingly above two heavy looking balls and as Tania wrapped her long cool fingers around his shaft Mark was sure that he could see a small bead of pre-cum liquid ooze from the tip.
Carl gasped out loud as he felt Tania grip his manhood and start to slowly manipulate it. His lips locked around one swollen nipple and sucked hard. He heard a moan of encouragement escape from between her lips and closed his eyes in appreciation. He felt her fingers play lightly under his scrotum and had to use all his powers of concentration just to stay in the game!
Tania could feel the swollen member in her fingers and sighed deeply. Her nipples felt hard and turgid, as she knew they would. She had always considered her large breasts to be one of her best features and loved it when they were kissed and groped. In fact there was only one thing she preferred more than having her tits sucked, and that was to have a stiff cock sliding between them. But that could wait for a while, she thought. Right now what she wanted was to taste the thick hard weapon that was currently throbbing in her hand.
As Tania disengaged herself and sat back on the bed, she squeezed her own breasts while watching Carl strip off the rest of his clothes. He kicked off his shoes haphazardly and stepped out of his jeans quickly. His penis arched upwards bending towards the indent of his navel, his balls swung confidently; full looking and proud.
Tania held her breath as he walked towards her. Her body felt hot with anticipation. She looked at his form; hairy, muscular chest that made her ache inside; long, thick legs and a handsome rugged face. But Tania’s eyes always seemed to drift back to his groin. She wanted that hot, hard cock inside her!
Carl approached the bed slowly, deliberately teasing. He had himself back under control now and knew that there was little chance of him embarrassing himself by cumming too soon. He kneeled on the bed. His cock head was only millimetres away form Tania’s open mouth and, as he leaned forward, he sighed deeply feeling the warm wetness engulf him. His fingers drifted up and down her body as he was so expertly fellated. Her tits and nipples felt so hot, her belly flat and smooth as silk and, as he reached lower to the crotch of her panties he was pleased to feel the moistness that he had hoped would be present.
Mark continued to watch with awed fascination as his wife swallowed the swollen protrusion of manly flesh. He could see Carl’s fingers pulling at the side of her lace panties as he moved them out of the way to expose her shaved pussy. She looked so wet and when Carl slid two digits between the folds of her sex lips they disappeared up into her body with a graceful ease.
Carl moaned deeply and thrust another inch of his tool into Tania’s tight throat. He could feel the glorious friction that her muscles caused as he slid in and out with a steady rhythm. His fingers were becoming more wet by the moment as he gently probed her vagina and stroked her clit. He knew that very soon he wanted his cock buried deep inside her.
“God, you’re big!” Gasped Tania as she allowed the thick weapon out of her throat. “I hope you’re going to cum hard when the time is right!”
“Not just yet though, baby. I wanna fuck you first!”
“Ohhh yes! That sounds just what I need. A big hard cock rammed up my cunt!”
Mark felt his breath catch in his throat. He had never heard Tania use such coarse language before. She was clearly as excited as she had ever been and from the look of her, the use of such expletives only served to increase her passion to greater heights.
Carl smiled and lay back on the bed, his solid penis jutting out from his body like a flagpole as he watched Tania step out of her damp underwear.
“Hop on board, baby!” He laughed, slapping his thighs and indicating that Tania should straddle him.
Mark continued to watch his wife’s every move. She certainly needed no second invitation and swinging one long, slender leg over Carl’s midsection, she grasped his thick cock and guided it straight into her pussy.
Mark heard both Carl and Tania gasp in unison as they coupled excitedly. Tania was kneeling over her lover and facing her husband as, with her hands once again cupping her breasts, she began to ride him like a stallion. Her body moved in a wonderful symphony of lust; rising and falling on the fierce erection in a steady rhythm that soon started to become faster. Mark could hear her breathing fast and ragged as she climbed higher and higher towards her orgasm. The toes on her bare feet started to curl. Her head lolled back and her sweat-dampened hair tossed about her shoulders. Her voice – now almost a squeal – rose in pitch until her whole body trembled and she fell forwards twitching and writhing in the throes of climax.
Carl’s breathing was calm and regular as he fought the urge to shoot his cum deep into Tania’s body. He wanted to wait until she had come down from her orgasm. He had an idea of where he wanted to put his cock next.
“How about me sticking my cock between those big, juicy tits of yours, baby?” He asked with a smile.
“Ohhh! You read my mind. I love feeling a hard cock fucking between my tits! Nearly as good as having it rammed up my tight, wet cunt!”
Mark sat back and watched as his wife stretched out on the bed. Her legs were splayed and he could clearly see her wet, open vagina as she continued to leak sex fluid out from the dilated hole. He knew that both of them were going to enjoy this and hoped that Carl would cum whilst he was fucking her cleavage. Mark longed to see the younger man spurt his seed over Tania’s tits and face.
As if reading Marks mind, Carl straddled his lovers’ chest and placed his throbbing tool between her heaving breasts. He groaned in lust as Tania pushed the two fleshy globes together and trapped his meat in the warm, dark valley.
Slowly, Carl began to rock his hips back and forth. Tania’s lightly oiled skin mixed with a sheen of her perspiration was enough to lubricate his progress and he could feel the exquisite sensations as his balls dragged across her flesh.
As Mark looked on he could see that the movement of Carl’s hips was becoming a little faster, more urgent. The younger mans hand was behind him as he thrust himself between Tania’s breasts and his fingers played lightly over her protruding clitoris. It was clear that both of them would cum very soon at this rate and Mark could even feel a small tingle in his own underwear as he watched, voyeur-like, as the scene unfolded before him.
Carl’s hips were pumping almost viciously now, driving his tool deep into the luxuriant valley of Tania’s cleavage. Her hands were clasped to her breasts pushing them up and her hips bounced up and down frantically as her lover rammed his fingers into her vagina.
“Oh my God!” She cried. “I’m cumming again!”
Carl’s eyes were tight shut as he thrust. His head was back exposing the thick veins in his neck as he gritted his teeth.
“Oh, yeah baby! Cum for me…I’m nearly there…just a little more..and…yes…yessssss”
In a frenzy of activity, Carl wrenched his penis from between Tania’s breasts and pumped his foreskin fast and furiously. He groaned loudly as suddenly a long stream of sperm exploded from the tip of his cock and splashed obscenely over Tania’s grinning face. The initial burst was followed by several shorter less powerful spurts that oozed into her mouth and dripped down to coat her breasts and swollen, abused nipples.
A week later, Mark returned from his regular visit to the hospital. Tania greeted him at the door expecting to see his usual, resigned expression as he crossed the threshold. But this time Mark’s demeanour was very different. Gone was the sour look. His usually lowered head was held high and a bright smile illuminated his face.
“What?” Tania asked as she kissed him hello.
Mark just stared back. He was having a hard time forming words.
“What is it?” Tania repeated. “You’re starting to worry me.”
“No more worry now.” Mark stated finally finding his voice. “You were right, in a way. It’s not that the doctors were wrong, but….they found what they think is a cure for me!”
He shook a large box of pills in front of her.
“I know it’s a bit presumptuous but I thought we could celebrate. A short holiday? I thought maybe The Islands?”
Tania was overcome. She threw her arms around her husbands neck and showered him with kisses. When they had both finally got their breath back she looked him straight in the eye.
“The Islands are a wonderful idea, darling!” She enthused. “And, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t that where Carl lives?”
“Hmmm! You know I think he does live there. Maybe we should pay him a visit!”
“These new pills of yours.” Tania continued with a coy smile. “I don’t suppose they’ll do anything for……”
Mark followed his wife’s eyes down to where she was looking at his crotch. He laughed.
“Doc says that I should be able to get a hard-on after just three doses!”
“How many have you taken?”
“Six.”
Tania squealed and pulled Mark by the hand towards the downstairs bedroom, shedding her clothes as she went.
“Perhaps we could see Carl another time!” she giggled excitedly.
The End

Chapter Two: Dear Diary
Dear journal,
Tuesday, May 13, 2001
Yesterday was the best day of my life so far. I finally found “the guy.” Dave is everything I am looking for and more. He was over at my apartment after drawing class just shooting the breeze with me. Everything unfolded when he discovered that I wrote gay porn stories. I was so afraid of his reaction only to find out that he was into guys too! I have been writing the stories for a year, only imagining what it would be like to be with a guy in real life. My one and only experience with a guy did not pan out the way I wanted to. Despite getting to know him first, once in bed he was too aggressive with me. After a minute of kissing me, I was panicked as my pants were pulled off and my legs were in the air. I ended up backing off and pissing him off in the process. Sorry, but I wanted more than to just be fucked! I was afraid to try again…until Dave.
I can’t believe how great the sex is with Dave. I am so comfortable with him! Thinking back to last night has me rock-hard. I still can’t believe that I found him. God, even after all those drawing classes together and all of the coffee breaks in between we still hadn’t “come out” to each other yet. Then yesterday it happened. I am smiling just thinking about it.
The nude model from class, Jack, had urged me to explore my sexuality. How right he was when he said I was cheating myself if I did not do that. He e-mailed me today from vacation. He was in Palm Springs at a gay resort with Chuck and I could not believe all of the things that he was experiencing. It was far beyond what I was game for, but I had to hand it to the man, he was definitely “living life.” I let him know that Dave and I had connected and how happy I was about that. Jack was very happy for me and he even seemed a little in awe of what I had found in Dave. I miss Jack; he is a special guy. The last time he wrote he told me, “Be fond of the man you drew in class, and I don’t mean ME!”
The power of the bond I feel with Dave is overwhelming. Being intimate with another man has been both my desire and my fear for my whole adult life. I was terrified that I would be very inhibited and modest. Wow, I surprised myself. Once I was in the situation, I just went with it. As I write about this I am playing it back in my mind, slipping my hand into my underwear and around my erection. Hmmm, this is the cock that Dave sucked. This is the pubic hair that his nose was pressed against. This is the cock that shot a hot load of cum onto his face and neck. Oh god, this is the cock that had been pressed against his cock while we kissed. I am getting so hot reliving it. Shit, I’ve got to pull my boxer briefs down. Oh man, I am so hard! Looking down at my throbbing penis I am reminded of his head bobbing up and down and Dave looking at me while his mouth was full with…ME! Just the memory of it has me ready to explode. So hard, so hot, so HARD…oh god so close…hold back…try to stop…too late…aaaahhhh! Oh man, oh man…oooooooooh!
What a mess I am. Jeez, it’s a good thing I keep this journal locked up!
Before he left last night, Dave asked me a rhetorical question. “Stuart, what have we started?” Neither of us knew the answer; we just knew that our lives would never be the same. I HAVE to be with him again. I am debating calling him only to realize that we don’t have each other’s phone numbers or e-mail addresses SHIT! I know I will have to wait until class tomorrow night. It will be a long fucking wait.
Wednesday, May 14, 2001
Today was a bitch at work. I had three meetings to go to and 69 e-mails to answer. Did I just write, “69?” God, I DO have it bad. :-)~ My mind has been in bed with Dave since Monday. I could not concentrate worth a damn today. I sat at my desk with a lump in my pants for hours. I kept wondering how I would hide it if I had to get up suddenly, yet at the same time the thought of it excited me! I somehow got through the day and after a quick dinner I headed for drawing class.
I got to class early, hoping to get some time with Dave to talk. 7:00pm and no Dave, so I headed inside. Well, his desk remained vacant the whole class. Adam, who is our eccentric instructor, stopped by my desk. “It looks as if Dave has better things to do than be here. Do you know where he is?”
“No, I don’t,” I replied. Adam was an oddball, but he was acting even odder now. I just wanted him to keep moving. Adam continued on, “He sent me a Fed -Ex envelope with a note to me and a separate envelope with it for you. Seems he is quitting class.” The bottom just fell out of my world. What did Adam just say? Oh my god. I was just sick inside and all sorts of thoughts were going through my mind. “Well,” Adam continued, “I meant to bring it to you but it is still in my office. We can get it at the break.” Adam then walked away. Wherever Dave was, he couldn’t be close by if he had to Fed-Ex a message to me. What the hell was going on and why was Adam making me wait until break?
We had to sketch a unique body part every class. Adam calls it our “drill.” He says, “Class, you know the drill. Get started. You have ten minutes.” He lifted the cover off of his easel to dramatically display today’s timed drill. He was so goofy. He reminded me of the “Iron Chef” on TV with the “secret ingredient.” Today’s body part was the knee. As I started sketching, I remembered kissing the underside of Dave’s knees. I read somewhere that was a hot thing to do. I reminisced about the time, early in class, that Dave and I had partnered together and sketched each other. We kept blushing and laughing that night. I should have realized then that Dave dug me. Those portraits were then put away to be unveiled at the end of the semester. My drawing was suffering from my distractions. “What the hell is in that letter?”
After what seemed like an eternity, Adam told us to take a break. We went to his office to retrieve the letter. He handed it to me with a knowing look, his eyes piercing my own. I looked away. Heart pounding, I headed for the quad. I found a bench, sat down and tore open the seal. Inside was a single-page, typed letter on company letterhead. My eyes glanced down to the end and he had signed it in ink. My arms shaking and my pulse pounding in my temples, I began reading.
Dear Stuart,
Where to begin? I was going to call you but then I realized that I did not have your phone number. You are not listed…what’s up with that? I couldn’t even stop by your apartment; that’s how crazy it was yesterday. Stuart, I am in Chicago. I used to live here, remember? No, I guess you don’t because I don’t think I ever mentioned it. I will probably be here for awhile, so I told Adam I was quitting class. I guess that means that you will have to find another partner to draw your ugly mug. Just teasing you, Stuart! You are the last one in the world that would ever be considered ugly.
Monday was intense, wasn’t it? I need you to know that it was very powerful and meaningful to me. To know that I could “bring you out of your shell” like that was incredible. I can’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to be there to tell you that but I can’t. I am in Chicago to be with Rich. He only has a few weeks to live. Stuart, Rich and I were together for over a year. Man, I will be honest with you- I loved him. When he cheated on me, I felt like my life was over. I could not forgive him. I abruptly left Chicago for Dallas and I didn’t even tell him where I was going.
I adore his sisterGwen so I have stayed in touch with her. Well, she called me yesterday to tell me that Rich has advanced lymphoma and that he was begging her to find me. Stuart, I cried. I thought that I was completely over him. Despite the hurt, knowing that he is going to die makes me crazy. I started feeling guilty for not telling him where I was. Then I started feeling guilty for having feelings for him when I had feelings for you. Stuart…I miss him and this is something that I have to do. I need closure and I am hoping that you will understand that.
There is so much to tell you, yet so little time. I knew that if I overnighted this letter that you would understand why I was not in class. Forgive me for not somehow finding a way to get a hold of you before I left. I need some time to deal with this before we talk. Please give me some time, ok? I wish that I could hug you right now. I have a lump in my throat and I could sure use a hug back.
Dave
I read the letter three times, almost in disbelief. He left town to be with another guy! That asshole! I don’t know why, but I was shocked that he had been that close with someone. I was jealous of Rich, even mad at him. He had deceived and hurt Dave yet he still found a way to take him away from me. After pacing back and forth, I switched gears and was mad at Dave.
I sat back down with my head hanging down, the letter flapping in the breeze. I don’t know how long I had been sitting there, but I knew that class had long since resumed. I finally sat back up. Gazing at the rising moon, I realized that Dave did not belong to me just because we had incredible sex. We were close, I knew that much. Nothing could take away what we experienced on Monday. Then again, I refused to believe that he experienced that level of closeness with anyone else. Damn it! I know that I am being selfish, but I can’t help myself. I got up and went back to class, knowing but not accepting that Dave was asking for space.
Sunday, May 18, 2001
Each night since Wednesday I have been staring at the phone and wondering what is happening and why Dave doesn’t want to talk to me. This is making me crazy. I have waited too long in life to find him and I don’t want to lose him. I looked at the letter again. “I have feelings for you…I wish that I could hug you right now,” were his words. I glanced dully at the letterhead and it suddenly hit me. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? I can call his firm and get his cell number! I will find a way, somehow, even if I have to lie. For the first time in days I feel a glimmer of hope.
Tuesday, May 20, 2001
The plane is starting its descent into Chicago, so I have to put the laptop away now. I hope that I am doing the right thing. I called Dave’s office yesterday and after a couple of false starts, I managed to extract Dave’s cell phone number from his secretary. She tried to convince me that I should leave a message and wait for his return call but I did not relent. I had somehow won her over. During the weekend I had made the decision to join Dave in Chicago. It was risky, but I figured that he needed someone to lean on. I want to be that person. When I called him yesterday he was at first hesitant to let me come but after a few minutes he was choked up and he realized that he needed someone and he ended up almost begging me to make the trip. I was tremendously relieved and I am grateful that I have frequent flier miles to get me to him fast and cheap.
Wednesday, May 21, 2001
It is late and Dave is asleep. He had told me that he would pick me up at the airport so I headed for the passenger pickup area. I was very nervous about seeing him. Was I intruding? I suddenly had reservations about the whole thing. Well, one look at Dave and I realized that I belonged here. He got out of the car and hugged me for the longest time. He kept saying, “Forgive me, Stuart, forgive me.”
“For what, Dave?”
“For not asking you to come with me in the first place.” It was all I could do not to cry.
The drive to the hotel was a long one, so we had plenty of time to talk. We were stopped at a signal when he did the unexpected. He leaned over and kissed me. I could not hide my smile. “Thanks for that, Dave.”
“I am so glad that you that are here with me Stuart.” He told me that seeing Rich so sick made him realize that life is too short and that relationships are to be treasured. I see a more sensitive side to Dave and I really like it.
I was too nervous to ask where Dave was staying but he made it easy be saying, “Our hotel” is about ten minutes from Rich. When he opened the door to the room I noticed that he had wine in the ice bucket and some fruit and cheese ready. He noticed that I had spotted the bounty and he was beaming. He came over to me and we kissed. It seemed like it lasted forever yet I didn’t want the moment to stop. I actually felt really emotional all of a sudden and my eyes were wet. “Stuart, are you ok?” I replied back, “Dave, I am MORE than ok now that I am with you. I hated to say it on the phone, but I was worried that maybe you were overwhelmed when we, you know, “hooked up. I guess I thought that maybe I read more into it than you did. Then I got your letter and reading between the lines my gut said, “Go to him. He needs you.” Dave kissed me again and I felt his arms hold me close to him. I drank in his cologne (Lucky You) as he said to me, “I DO need you, Stuart.”
Dave spent the next hour telling me about Rich. They had met at a weeklong seminar in Florida about five years ago. Rich was the first guy that Dave had really fallen for. He told me that they took it slow but by the last night they had connected, promising to keep it real. Over the next several months they traded trips to see each other. Rich and Dave were both married at the time and both marriages were in trouble. They had that and their sexuality in common and they discovered it poolside in Florida. Finishing my second glass of wine, I kept thinking that the whole thing sounded like a Harold Robbins novel. I resented Rich at that moment and I hated that I couldn’t justify it. At the same time, I pondered my own divorce and how although I really loved my wife I had suppressed my sexual feelings toward men.
Dave told me that Rich had no idea that he was sick until he had his five-year physical and the doctor said that he wanted to do some tests. Turns out that Rich had lumps under his arms and that he knew they were there but he had been ignoring them. Talk about denial. Mental note: check my armpits tonight in the shower. The tests were positive for Lymphoma. Rich felt great and refused to believe it, but the doctors convinced him to start treatment. Within two months he had to leave his job and by the fourth month he was in hospice. Rich has mere weeks to live and he told Dave that he wanted to apologize for his affair. In fact, Rich was connecting with all of the important people in his life while he still has time.
Listening to Dave talk today, I felt very ashamed of the way I had been acting. I went over to Dave and hugged him. “Please take me to meet him, Dave. I want to meet Rich, really.” After asking if I was sure, Dave seemed very relieved, as if a weight had been lifted. In fact, within ten minutes Dave and I were laughing again. At one point our conversation paused and we just looked at each other with smoldering eyes. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was our emotions, but we got naked right there on the sofa in ten seconds, flat! Dave was on top of me, with his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my rigid cock. I could feel his cock against my leg and all I could think of was that I wanted to suck him. “Dave, Dave… Dave! Let’s go in the bedroom.” I told him that it reminded me of our first kiss in my kitchen when I almost came in my pants while grinding against him. We laughed at the memory as we chased each other into bed. Actually, we just took the sheets all the way to the floor and knocked the pillows out of the way. We were two hot and horny guys on a mission!
God, I wanted Dave so bad. Every erogenous zone in my entire body was screaming its pleasure as Dave kissed and licked me. He turned around and we quickly counted to 69. God his cock tasted so good. It turned me on to taste him while he tasted me. He stopped sucking long enough to ask me to get on top of him. After I had complied, I resumed sucking on his delicious cock while playing with his balls. Still in a 69 position, he pulled my knees toward him. I knew what he wanted and it made my cock pulse. Sure enough, he stopped sucking me and I felt his tongue against my hole. Oh man was I in heaven! I managed to get his legs high enough to return the favor. This was a new experience to me. I wasn’t the least bit hesitant, which surprised me. It all just felt so…right. Being together with Dave again while locked in a rim session brought me to a quick orgasm.
Panting, I stopped and grunted, “Here I come!” As I told him that, my cum shot out, lubing us both in my hot man-jizz. I felt Dave’s tongue probe deeper into my ass as the last of my juice rushed out. Out of breath, Dave then gasped, “My turn!” I had to have his cum, so I scooted back and grabbed his cock and brought it to my lips. Before my lips could encircle his delicious mushroom tip, the first spurt shot out and hit my chin. Not wanting any more to escape my eager mouth, I engulfed his throbbing penis. Each progressive spurt filled my mouth with his cum. I worshipped his cock with my tongue as he came down from his climax, with me returning to his still oozing cock to savor as much of him as I could. “Hey, I’m kind of sensitive, Stu. Turn around and come kiss me.”
I did as I was told, lying on top of him. Our tongues entwined, but this time at a slower pace. Our lips seemed like they were glued together as we ran our hands all over each other’s sweaty body. Dave raked his fingers through my hair and gently lifted my head up by the chin. We looked at each other for awhile while he caressed the side of my face and jaw, our silence conveying the bond we felt at that moment. Quietly, Dave told me, “Stuart, it’s never been this good for me before, not with anyone. There is something about you that is so…different.” Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, I responded back, “Ditto Dave, ditto.” He held me close and I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my ass cheeks apart, ever so gently. “Stuart, I want you to feel me inside of you. Are you ready to take it another step?” I lowered my head again, smiling before kissing him again. “Yes,” I whispered devilishly, “I want us to fuck, but only after a long, hot, soapy shower.”
I went into the bathroom and closed the door, looking into the mirror at my reflection. The hair on my chest and abdomen was coated with my cum. I could still taste Dave and I was slick with sweat. My male lover was in the other room and I was ready to fuck him. All of these thoughts kept popping into my brain. Chuckling at my reflection I said to myself, “You are gay, you are SO gay.” There was a time when that would have depressed me but I knew that sex did not get any better and that I had never “let go” like this with anyone in my entire life. I like men, let’s face it. I didn’t ask for that to happen but it did. It felt right to be intimate with another guy and that was only because that guy was Dave. That was what made it right. Now Dave wanted to fuck me.
I felt a bit nervous about the whole hygiene thing. I didn’t want to turn Dave off and I didn’t want to be turned off either. Hell, I had just licked his ass and was not repulsed. My tongue had even gone in just a bit and it didn’t jade me at all. Just thinking about Dave’s ass had made my cock hard again. I gave myself the “once-over” in the mirror. I keep my balls shaved because it feels sexy. I cupped them with my right hand while I stroked my shaft with my left hand. I love to jack off while running my hands over my soft, smooth balls. Dave knocked and, with a wicked smile, I told him to come in. I didn’t move from where I was and he stood there, looking at my reflection and my erect cock in my hands. He was smiling when I told him, “I was just taking a good look at that hot stud in the mirror. Look at him, all coated in cum and sweat.” I started laughing which caused him to start laughing. After a minute of that I was laughing so hard I had to sit down on the toilet. Finally, Dave said, “Stuart, you are probably sitting in the right place, consider what’s “cumming” next.”

“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Are you okay?”
Laying comfortably on Sam’s bed Jeanie reached up to kiss him. Her tongue stroked his lips and her hands roamed on his back. Sam held her tightly and closed his eyes.
Jeannie let his tongue invade her mouth and stroke her gently. Her hands slowly stroked Sam’s body until he was rock hard. She reached around to lay her hand on his erection. Sam reached down and grabbed her wrist.
Jeannie drew back and looked at him, “something wrong?”
“Uhhh, I’ve never,” Sam whispered. He couldn’t finish the sentence. He was too embarrassed.
Jeannie smiled at him and kissed Sam lightly. “Don’t worry, babe, let me show you.” She got up off the bed and dimmed the lights. Next she turned on the stereo.
Jeannie turned back to Sam and he was sitting up now watching her. “Lay back darling.” She flashed a smile at him and he lay down slowly. He put his arms under his head and watched Jeannie. She started to dance there in the middle of his bedroom. Lucky for Sam his parents weren’t home.
After only a few minutes Jeannie started to remove her clothing, one piece at a time. Sam was enjoying it immensely. Once Jeannie was completely nude, she walked over to the bed and put her hands on her hips. “Let’s get you out of those clothes and we can begin.”
She knew he had the basics, sexual education was a wonder these days. Parents always got flustered when the subject came up.
In didn’t take long for Sam to shed his clothes. Once he was naked Jeannie lay down beside him. She took one of his hands in hers and drew it up to her breast. Jeannie let it just rest there for a few moments. She smiled at Sam and used her hand over his to show him how she liked to be touched.
For several minutes Jeannie showed him how to please her breasts. Gently she guided Sam’s head to her breast and he began to suckle and lick and nip gently while he fondled the other with his hand. After a while Sam switched and gave the same treatment to the other breast. Jeannie began to moan. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m just enjoying it so. Don’t stop. Please don’t, I like it.” Sam smiled up at her and continued. Jeannie moaned with earnest now. She started to move her hips and writhe about.
“I think it’s time for lesson two.” Sam looked up into Jeannie’s eyes and smiled shyly. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Watch.” - said Jeannie
She spread her legs and let Sam see her. Jeannie lowered both hands to her pussy, with one she held her lips apart and with the other started to stroke herself. “Like this, it feels so good.”
Jeannie continued to hold her lips apart and took Sam’s hand and placed it where hers had been seconds ago. Slowly and gently Sam rubbed up and down her pussy. “Draw little circles around my clit. Mmmmm, yeah like that. Now, do the same to my hole, okay? Ohhhh, yeah, that’s it. Back and forth, clit and cunt. Ohh yeah baby, that’s it. Very good. You’re a natural. Little harder. Perfect!” - moaned Jeannie
Sam did what she asked and she started to pump his hand. Suddenly Jeannie grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Sam looked up at Jeanie with confusion written all over his face. She smiled at him, “Okay, same thing only now with your tongue. Just like you were doing before.” - smiled Jeannie
Sam lowered himself to place her pussy before his mouth. He looked up into her eyes one more time and went down on Jeannie. Slowly at first and when she started to moan and wiggle around he went faster. “Inside.” He gently inserted on finger into her. It was hot and wet, he moved back and forth experimentally, she grew louder and moved more. Jeannie must be liking it. “More.” - sighed Jeannie
Sam inserted another finger and this made Jeannie even more crazy than before. Suddenly she was squeezing Sam’s fingers and calling out his name. Still he didn’t let up. After a moment Jeannie pushed him away. Sam drew up beside her and looked at her. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it’s just that when I have an orgasm my pussy gets a little tender afterward.” - winked Jeannie
“An orgasm, I gave you orgasm?”
“Sure did baby. Sure did. Your turn.” Jeannie rolled onto her side and grasped Sam’s cock in her hand. Slowly she stroked it up and down. Sam moaned and closed his eyes, she squeezed harder and pumped faster.
Just when he was starting to move his hips Jeannie let go. His eyes popped open and Sam looked at her. She moved down and took him into her mouth. Never before had Sam ever felt like this. It was a new experience and a new sensation. Sam closed his eyes and moaned.
Jeannie wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and stroked while she sucked him. Instinctively Sam put his hands on the back of her head and used gentle pressure to guide her to where it felt best. It wasn’t long before he was cumming. Sam told her and Jeannie didn’t move, she just kept on. When he came jeannie swallowed it all down. It was the most wonderful sensation he’d ever felt.
When he’d finished Jeannie came up and lay beside him. Sam held her close and kissed Jeannie, he could taste himself. “Thank you.” - murmured Sam
“Your welcome but we aren’t finished yet.” - winked Jeannie. Sam looked down at his soft penis. “Not to worry, most men only take twenty minutes to recover.” Jeannie smiled mischievously at him and lightly stroked his penis. He rolled her on top of him and kissed her. Jeannie kissed him back and began to rub herself on him causing him to become hard again.
Sam felt himself growing hard beneath Jeannie and smiled sheepishly at her. He began to push her away, she wouldn’t let him. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” - Jeannie assured
Jeanie sat up and grasped Sam’s hard cock. She stroked it a bit before sliding down onto it. Once Jeannie was settled she started to bounce lightly and rock back and forth. Jeannie took Sam’s hands and placed them on her hips. It didn’t take long before Sam caught the rhythm and started to move with Jeannie.
Abruptly she stopped. Jeannie lay down on Sam and kissed him. She rolled them both over so he was on top. Jeannie opened her legs and wrapped them around Sam’s waist. He looked down at her, she could tell he was a bit confused. “Just like before.” Sam smiled and started to slowly and gently thrust into Jeannie. She helped him a little by using her legs and matching his rhythm.
“I won’t break that easily. Little faster, little harder it okay. Just do what you want, I won’t let you hurt me. I’ll tell you if you do. Okay?” - groaned Jeannie
“Okay.” Sam thrust harder and faster. He found it made Jeannie squirm like before. So a little harder and a little faster again. Sam found that if he matched Jeannie’s rhythm it made her writhe and moan. He only thrust as hard and fast as she did.
It took only minutes before Jeannie was moaning like before. He’d brought her to another orgasm. When Sam felt his build up he stopped dead. “What’s the, ohh, I know. Don’t worry, Sam, I’m on the shot. It’s okay, you can cum inside me.”
“You sure it’s okay?” - asked Sam
“Yes, absolutely. It’s okay.” He nodded and began to thrust again. It took only seconds before Sam was pouring himself into her. Once he was finished he slowly rolled off of her onto his side. Jeannie hopped up off the bed and he looked at her with questions in his eyes. “Just going to the bathroom before it leaks down my legs. Back in a sec.” - smiled Jeannie
She came back quickly and snuggled into his warm embrace. They chatted for an hour about the experience before she fell asleep in his arms. Good thing his parents weren’t coming back for a few days. He wanted more of this. It felt so good.

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I was heading home early from work one day because I had gotten a large account for the company I work for. And because of the account I had also gotten a promotion.
So I was going home to celebrate with my wife Petra.
I met Petra three years ago, we dated for about a year and a half. Then we got married.
Let me tell you a little about her.
Petra is from Sweden. She came over here to the states because she had gotten a good job offer from a large company.
After we got married, I told her that she didn’t need to work anymore if she didn’t want to. And a few months later she quit her job and stayed home.
I consider myself real lucky to be married to her. Before I met her I never thought a woman that beautiful could ever be interested in a guy like me. She really is a gorgeous woman.
Petra is a natural blonde and she is 23 years old. She has long smooth legs and a thin waist. She is almost 6 feet tall so she is considered to be quite tall. And that ass of hers, I mean wow, Its the most perfect ass you could ever see.
Her breasts are firm and very soft, Petra thinks their a bit small but I think they are great. She is a size B.
As I said, I consider myself really lucky to have a gorgeous wife like her. Even my friends thought that I was a really lucky guy to get a girl like that.
I am 25 years old, and not in the best shape in the world. I don’t have any muscles to speak off. I’m not fat but I’m not skinny either, I’m somewhere in between. I have never been good with girls, in school I almost never got a date.
So when I met Petra and she liked me, I was in heaven.
Now back to the day of my promotion.
As I said, I was driving home early this day.
When I got home and got out of my car I decided to surprise Petra. So I was very quiet when I opened the door and got inside our house.
But I couldn’t find her anywhere downstairs or out in our backyard for that matter.
So I walked upstairs and there I heard some noises coming from our bedroom. Maybe she is cleaning our bedroom I thought to myself. So I walked very quietly wanting to surprise her.
The bedroom door was only open a little bit so I looked inside.
I was shocked at what I saw.
There was my beautiful Petra naked in bed with another guy. And a thing that shocked me even more was that the guy was black.
Petra was sitting on top of this black man and she was fucking him. He had his big hands on her tits while she was moving up and down.
She was moaning really loud.
Petra had never moaned like that with me.
The guy now pulled her down to him and they started kissing. I couldn’t see who the black guy was.
But a few minutes later they moved and he got up behind her. I saw that he wasn’t even wearing a condom.
And now I saw who it was. It was Sean who lived two houses down from us.
We had even had him over for dinner a couple of times.
And now here he was fucking my wife in my own bed.
When he moved behind her I could see the size of his cock. It was huge, it had to be at least 12 inches long and it was very thick too.
My 5 inch dick would look really puny next to his.
Sean now started fucking Petra from behind with his huge black cock.
She was now screaming out loud.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard.”
“What did you say you wanted me to do.” Sean said as he slowed down.
“I want you to fuck me hard with that big black cock.” Petra said to him in a begging voice.
“You like my black cock, don’t you bitch.” He said to Petra.
“I love it, Its so much bigger than my husbands little dick.” Petra told him.
He had called her a bitch and she apparently didn’t mind. And I was shocked at what she had told him about me. That she thought that I had a small dick.
He now began to fuck her real hard from behind, slamming his balls against her ass.
This was my wife who I loved, who was fucking this black guy in front of me and telling him that I was lousy in bed.
But I couldn’t stop watching.
Sean now flipped Petra around and got in between her legs and shoved in his cock inside her pussy.
They started kissing really passionately while he was slamming his huge shaft inside of her.
A few minutes later he started to grunt a bit.
“Oh yes Sean, cum inside of me.” Petra told him.
“Beg for it bitch.” He grunted.
“Please, shoot your huge load inside of my pussy.” “I want to feel your hot sperm inside of me.” Petra begged him.
I couldn’t believe that she would let him cum inside of her. She always had me wear a condom when I slept with her.
And now here she was begging this black man to cum inside of her pussy without a condom.
A few seconds later Sean grunted real loud. He shoved his cock deep inside of her and held it there.
I knew that he was cumming.
“Oh god yes, cum inside of me you big black stud.” Petra screamed out.
And then it hit me, she could get pregnant. Sean could have knocked her up there in front of me and I just let it happen.
A minute later when he had stopped cumming they laid in bed kissing while I snuck downstairs and got out to my car.
There in my car I looked down at my watch and saw that I had been watching them fuck for more than a half an hour.
I had to concentrate to last more than 5 minutes in bed with Petra.
As I drove away I knew that I could never compete with Sean in bed. I could never get Petra to scream out in pleasure like he could.
I drove around for a bit, then I ended up in a bar where I stayed for a few hours. I didn’t drink that much, I mostly just sat there thinking about Petra.
I didn’t want to divorce her because I loved her so much even though I had seen her in bed with another man.
So a few hours later I drove home, I thought to myself that maybe it had just happened this once and that she would never do it again.
Maybe she was sorry that it had even happened.
When I got home Petra was in the kitchen.
“Hi honey, how was your day.” She asked.
I could see that she was in a very good mood.
“Fine.” I told her.
“I got a promotion today.” I told her.
“Oh that’s great honey.” She said smiling as she ran over to me.
She kissed me and told me how happy was for me.
I smiled back to her almost forgetting about what I had seen earlier.
“And how was your day.” I asked her.
“Oh it was nice, I was out shopping almost all day.” Petra told me.
She lied to me. Apparently she wasn’t sorry about what had happened at all.
Maybe this wasn’t her first time with Sean. Perhaps they had done this before.
Tomorrow was Friday, so I decided to tell Petra that I was going away on business this weekend and that I wasn’t going to be home before late Sunday.
I wasn’t really going away on business, I was going to sneak back into the house on Saturday to see if Petra and Sean was seeing each other when I was away.
Later that night when I told her I was going away for the weekend she was sitting on my lap.
“When are you going to be home.” She asked me.
“Sunday night I think.” I told her.
God she felt great sitting on my lap, I could feel her sweet ass on my dick.
I hoped that she had just slept with Sean this one time and that she wouldn’t do it again.
When we went to bed that night, I felt horny even though I knew that earlier this day Petra had slept with a black guy in this very bed.
Maybe I was horny because she had sat on my lap earlier. But mainly I think its because I still think that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
I reached over to her and started to kiss her neck.
“You want to make love.” She asked me.
I nodded yes.
She reached over to her nightstand and handed me a condom.
“Put this on first.” She told me.
“Do I have to honey.” I asked her.
“Yes.” She told me.
All I could think of while I was putting the condom on was that Sean didn’t use a condom, in fact she wanted him to fuck her without a condom.
When I had finished putting it on and had gotten between her legs, I began to move in and out of her.
She wasn’t making a lot of noise. All I thought about when I was making love to her was her screams when Sean had fucked her.
So I began to concentrate on doing it good so that she would cum, but I couldn’t do it for more than a few minutes before I came.
“Oh that was nice honey.” She said as she kissed me on the cheek.
The next day before I went to work I told her good-bye and see you on Sunday. She kissed me good-bye and I drove to work.
After work that day I decided to rent a motel room for Friday night. I also rented a car so that I could park outside our house on Saturday without anyone knowing it was me.
I slept at the motel that night.
On Saturday afternoon I took the new car and drove to our house and parked across the street.
I sat there in the car for about an hour thinking that maybe he wouldn’t come, and that I was right about that it had just been that one time.
But I was wrong, because down the street I saw Sean walking towards our house. When he came up to our house he went up to the door and rang the bell. Petra opened the door and they went inside.
I thought about what they must be doing in there. I waited for about an hour before I got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
It was locked. I unlocked it and opened it very quietly and walked inside.
When I came inside I heard someone moaning, it came from the livingroom.
I quietly walked up to the entrance into the livingroom and looked inside.
There was Petra totally naked up against the wall facing Sean. Sean had lifted her up and Petra had her legs around his hips and he was slamming that huge black cock inside her pussy.
“You want me to cum inside you again.” Sean asked her.
“Oh god yes, I just love to feel your hot cum filling me up inside.” Petra said to him.
Sean then began to grunt and he shoved his cock deep inside her pussy a few times.
I knew he was cumming inside of her again.
When he lifted her down I even saw some of his sperm leak out from her pussy.
They sat in the livingroom for a few moments, then Sean told Petra that he was thirsty and that he was going into the kitchen to get something to drink.
I hid myself and watched as he walked into the kitchen.
I had to admit that he was in much better shape than me. I mean he had a real muscle body.
And that big cock of his looked huge as it swayed between his legs when he walked.
I wasn’t much compared to him.
While Sean was in the kitchen Petra walked upstairs in the nude. When she came down again she had put on a very sexy lingerie.
She looked so damn hot in that outfit, it was almost a see through. It was a silk lingerie that went down to her knees and showed a real nice cleavage.
I should know because I had bought it for her, but she had never worn it for me.
As she walked into the kitchen I followed behind her quietly, I then looked inside the kitchen from a place where they couldn’t see me.
“Damn bitch, you look good.” Sean told as he stood in front of her totally naked.
“You really think so.” She asked.
“Hell yeah.” He told her.
“Now come over here bitch.”
Petra walked over to him.
Sean then placed one of his big black hands on her ass and pulled her in. He then started kissing her mouth. They were soon sucking on each others tongues.
“Now get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He told her.
She did what he said and slowly got down on her knees kissing his black body on the way down. Petra now had his black cock right in front of her face.
She then reached out and took a hold of it with one of her hands. She could barely get her hand around it. It was still soft and yet she could hold it with both of her hands and still be able to suck it.
She started stroking it, then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and started licking his big cockhead.
She had to open her mouth quite a bit to be able to get his big cockhead into her mouth.
She was now sucking his black cock, getting more and more of it into her mouth. Petra was bobbing her head in and out of it. She was really slurping on it.
“That’s good bitch, keep sucking it.” Sean told her.
“You like sucking my black cock don’t you.” He asked, knowing the answer.
“Oh yes, I love sucking your big black cock.” Petra told Sean.
I was actually a bit jealous of Sean, because Petra had never sucked my dick. When I had asked her about it she had told me that she didn’t like to do that.
A few moments later Sean pulled her up to her feet and turned her around. He reached inside of her lingerie and grabbed her tits and started squeezing them. She turned her head and they started tongue kissing.
He then told her to bend over against the table. She did.
“I’m gonna fuck your sweet ass now bitch.” He told her.
“Oh yes Sean, shove that black cock up my tight ass.” She told him.
I couldn’t believe it, he was going to fuck her ass. We had never done that either. But they had apparently done it before.
Sean got his hard cock up to her asshole, Petra helped him by holding her ass cheeks apart.
His cockhead was now up against her butthole and he then pushed it inside of her.
“Oh god yeeeeesss, you’re so god damn biiiiiigg.” Petra screamed out.
He pushed more and more inside of her. Sean had almost half of his cock inside of her when he started moving it in and out.
Petra was moaning real loud as he began to fuck her ass.
Soon he was slamming his black cock inside of her, he had almost gotten his entire 12 inch length inside of her.
“Yes, fuck my ass with that big cock.” She screamed out.
Petra was now screaming loud when he fucked her ass.
Sean then pulled his cock out of her ass.
“Get down on your knees and open your mouth bitch.” He yelled out.
She quickly got down on her knees and stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth wide.
He stroked his cock a few times then he came. Sean shot his load on her face and into her mouth. He was cumming a lot, she had sperm dripping down of her face.
I saw that she tried to swallow as much as she could.
“Oh yeah bitch, swallow my cum.” Sean told her.
When he stopped cumming she sucked the last drop from his cockhead. Her face was almost drenched in sperm.
“Mmm, your cum tastes soo good.” Petra told him.
I then snuck out of the house. I now knew that she had been sleeping with Sean for awhile and that she apparently was going to keep fucking him.
I knew this, but I still couldn’t leave her because I loved her even though she was fucking him.
A month later she told me that she was pregnant. She was soo happy.
I knew that it wasn’t mine, but I still stayed with her.

When I tripped on the tree trunk and went down, I knew I was in trouble. Here I was in the middle of an Alaskan forest, all alone and defenseless. I tried to get up, but it was hopeless. My foot just kept buckling under me. Maybe I could crawl my way out of there, but which direction was out? “Help,” I yelled “is anybody around? I’m in trouble!” Nothing. Great. I was going to die out here, and no one would ever find me. Why couldn’t I vacation in Hawaii or Las Vegas like everyone else? No. I had to grab a plane to Alaska to see the natural beauty, and the snow, and the animals running free in the wild.
I was getting hungry and sleepy. And I was cold. “So this was it,” I thought, Goodbye cruel world.” I fell asleep for a while. Don’t know how long. When I woke up it was starting to get dark, and the wind was howling. I took off my gloves and tried to blow warm air on my freezing fingers. But it didn’t help. And then I started hearing noises. Like branches breaking. Like someone stepping on branches. “is someone there?” I screamed. “Is someone there? Help me, please!” Those noises were footsteps on the forest floor. Yes. Someone was coming. Someone was coming. “I’m over here,” I called. “I’m over here. Help me. Please help me.”
And at that point a figure appeared among the trees. A tall bearded man. “Thank God,” I thought. “Saved!” He pushed through the trees and came towards me.
“What happened to you?” he asked.
“I tripped and fell,” I answered. “I can’t move. Maybe I broke my foot.”
“Let’s see,” he said, bending down next to me. “Which foot is it?” I showed him. “It’s pretty black and blue,” he said, examining it. “Can you move it?” I flexed my foot around a few times. “It don’t look broke,” he said. “If you can move it like that, it’s probably just a bad sprain. Can you walk?”
“No I can’t,” I answered. “I’m going to die out here.”
“You’re not gonna die. I’m gonna help you,” he said. And with that, he scooped me up in his arms and started carrying me. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“New Jersey,” I answered.
“”New Jersey?” he laughed. “What the hell you doing way up here?”
“I came to Alaska on my vacation. I’m staying at the Anchorage Hilton hotel, and this morning I took a tour bus fifty miles up here into the wild, and stupidly went wandering off by myself. I’m sure the bus went back hours ago. I don’t know what to do,” I started crying a little, from the pain and the cold and the fear I had been feeling all afternoon.
“Don’t worry, little guy. You’re gonna be all right I’m gonna take you to my cabin. It’s only about a mile away. Just outside the woods.”
“A mile away,” I cried. “How can you carry me that far?”
“Nothin’ to it. You’re just a little guy. Light as a feather.” And that’s how he was carrying me, as if I were light as a feather. I put my arms around his neck, and held on. “Put your head against my chest and rest,” he suggested. I did, and felt a little better. Comfortable and safe, being carried along in the arms of this big man, my head resting against the rough wool of his jacket. I fell asleep in his strong arms, my head pressing against his heart. When I woke up, we were coming to the door of a small cabin, just at the edge of the wilderness. He took one hand from my body, opened the door, and we entered the cabin.
It was one large room with a bed, a couple of chairs, and a small table. He carried me over to the bed, and gently laid me down on it. “Home. Safe and sound,” he laughed. “I’ll build us a fire.” It was a little cold in there.
He went over to the fireplace and put some logs in. Then he crumpled some old newspaper and threw it in. Getting on his knees, he lit a match and fanned, waiting for the logs to flame up. When the fire was going, he lit a kerosene lamp and came over to the bed. “Now, let me look at that foot of yours,” He said. After examining it, he grunted. “You’re not gonna be able to walk for a while. I got nothin’ here to strap it up with, so you’ll have to stay in bed and keep it raised up. I’ll make us a couple of cans of soup for dinner.”
“There’s no stove,” I noticed.
“I cook in the fireplace,” he explained. “See that big black pot over there. I make everything in that.”
“Oh,” I said. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Out the back door. It’s an outhouse. Do you have to go?”
“In a little while.”
“I’ll carry you,” he said. “Just let me know.”
“Okay,” I said. “What about a shower?”
“See that big iron tub in the back,” he pointed. “I heat up water in the fireplace, and I fill the tub. Just tell me when you want a bath. The well is out in the back, too.”
“Gosh. I never realized how good I had it in New Jersey. A kitchen, a bathroom, heat, air conditioning, a shower where you turn the faucet and hot water comes out.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “It ain’t easy up here. I’ll give you that. But I’m a lumberjack. I go out into the woods and cut down trees for six months every year, starting tomorrow,” he added. “And this is where I gotta live. I’ll go out back now and pump us some water for the soup.” He took the big pot and went out the back door. Thank goodness the fire was blazing and the cabin was starting to warm up a little. I stretched out on the bed and started to relax. While the water was boiling, he took off his jacket and hung it on a hook in the corner. Now I could really see what he looked like. He was very tall and very solid. Great long arms from swinging an axe, I guessed. His legs were massive and firm. His chest was about twice the size of mine, but his belly seemed firm. Not a lot of beer. I guess he was somewhere about fifty years old, and his hair, moustache and beard were mixed black and grey. I guessed that his whole body was probably covered with bristly grey hair, legs, chest, just everything. He oozed masculinity. I felt like a school child next to him.
“I guess I should introduce myself,” he held out his hand and we shook. “I’m Joe Kinney.”
“Bill Waterson,” I answered. “And you don’t know how glad I am to meet you. I would have died out there if you hadn’t come along.”
“I guess you would have,” he answered. “You owe me one.”
“I sure do.”
When the soup was done, he brought a bowl over to the bed for me, and pulled up a chair. As we ate, we began talking.
“What brought you up to the wild country?” he asked
“I always wanted to see what it was like. I’ve never been anywhere interesting.”
“What kind of work do you do?
“I’m a computer programmer,” I answered. “I wear a suit and tie, and work in an office five days a week. And on weekends I usually go to the movies. My life is very unexciting.”
“Well mine ain’t very exciting either, but at least I’m outdoors in the fresh air a lot. If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you?
“I’m twenty-five,” I answered.
“So tell me,” he asked slyly. “You have a nice girlfriend?”
“I wish I did. No. There’s nobody. I’m all alone in the world.”
“Me too,” he answered. “I used to have a wife, a long time ago, but she up and left me. Couldn’t take the life up here. But I understand. Up here ain’t for a woman. Too hard on ‘em. But I do get a little lonesome some time.”
“I know what you need, Joe,” I joked. “You need a wife who isn’t a woman.”
“I sure as hell do.” We both laughed merrily at my great joke. We chatted about this and that for a couple more hours, and then Joe said “I think it’s time we both get a little shuteye”
“I guess so,” I agreed.
“As you probably have noticed,” he said pointing at the piece of furniture “I only have one bed. I guess we’re gonna have to share it.”
“Sounds good to me. It’s your bed. I was afraid you were going to make me sleep on the cold floor.”
“Now you know I wouldn’t do nothing like that,” he protested.
“I know. I was just kidding,” I said.
“I’ll help you get undressed,” he offered. “Then you can climb under the covers.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said. “It’s still hard for me to move around. My foot hurts a little.
As he was undressing me, he said. “You really are a slim little guy. With that nice shiny blond hair, you look like a little kid. I just hope I don’t roll over in the middle ofthe night and crush you.”
“Feel free to roll over, but just watch my foot,” I laughed.
He continued to undress me, and when I was naked he sat there looking at me.”You’re so smooth,” he admired. “I don’t think I ever saw such a smooth guy. And you got a nice build for a small guy. Good proportions.”
“Thank-you.” He was admiring my body and I was almost getting embarrassed.
“Here. Get under the covers.” He worked the blankets from below me to on top of me. Then he began to unbutton his own shirt. Little by little he took off everything , and before me stood a handsome lusty powerful guy, hairy and athletic. He was really something to see.
He climbed under the covers on his side of the bed, blew out the kerosene lamp,and we lay side by side in the dark, our bodies almost touching. I had never considered the possibility of doing anything with another man, but ideas were forming in my head, and I was feeling slightly aroused. I could feel a thin film of perspiration on my upper lip as I felt his big body slightly touching mine in the bed.
“Sorry. I guess it’s a little crowded in here,” he apologized.
“That’s okay,” I answered. I turned on my side keeping my back to him so there would be more room. He also turned on his side, and seemed to be slightly dozing when his arm reached over my body, and I felt his hand touching my chest. He stirred, and then I could feel his hand on my chest.
“God. You’re so smooth,” he said. What beautiful soft smooth skin. Just like a little girl.” Suddenly he stopped speaking, wondering if he had said the wrong thing. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
“That’s okay. It’s a compliment,” I guess.
“Oh, it is,” he assured. “It’s beautiful.” He began to caress my chest more diligently. “Do you mind me doing this?” he asked. “It’s just that I haven’t felt skin or another human body for such a long time.”
“No. It feels good,” I answered. It felt so good that I was starting to get a hard-on. And when I felt something press against the back of my thighs, I knew he was getting a hard-on too. And his hard-on was making me very excited.
He slipped his other arm under me and pulled me closely up against his muscular body. He began to lick and kiss the back of my neck. “Do you mind me kissing you?” he asked.
“It feels nice,” I said.
Slowly he rolled me over and put his lips on mine and licked my lips. When I opened my mouth slightly, he pushed his tongue inside and worked it all over. I closed my mouth lightly on his tongue to create suction, as me moaned and thrashed around. His hand went down to my rear end and he fondled it. Gently at first. Then more insistently. “What a sweet little ass,” he breathed. “What a sweet little ass. And so smooth and soft. Oh, it’s nice. It’s really nice.” Then he put his tongue back in my mouth and passionately continued to French kiss me.
And I was loving it all. Did I have the nerve? Did I? Yes I did. I reached down and wrapped my hand lovingly around his enormous thick ten-inch cock, and began stroking it tenderly.
“Oh, yes.” He groaned. “That feels so nice, baby. So nice. If I move up on the bed so you don’t have to move your foot, would you kiss it for me?”
“I’ve never done that. But I will,” I answered.
He moved up on his knees and put his enormous penis in front of my mouth. I inhaled deeply drawing its sweet manly aroma into my nose and lungs. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him work it inside. At first I thought it was too big for my mouth and I would have to pull off it,but little by little I got used to it and began to suck on it with real passion. His hand reached down and clasped my own rigid member, and he began to stroke it up and down, up and down. I thought I would go crazy.
“Baby. You know what I would really like?” he said.
“What’s that?”
“To be inside you.”
“Inside me?”
“Yes. I want to feel the heat of your beautiful silky body squeezing down on my big hard dick. Would you like that, baby? Would you let daddy put his big thick cock in your tiny tight warm little behind. Oh, please, baby. I need to so bad. My cock hasn’t been in another human body for more than ten years, and I need you so bad. Let me do it, honey. Please,” he begged. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed, excited but a little nervous. His tool was so damn big.
“I got a bottle of olive oil over by the fire. Let me get it.” He walked over to the fire and I admired his large firm rear end. He came back rubbing the oil onto his cock. Then he gently turned me over on my tummy and began to work oil-sodden fingers up my butt. I hate to say it, but it was really nice.
He was slow and gentle, and was really attentive to my feelings. He worked his fingers round and round in my little hole, slowly making it bigger, stretching, stretching, a little bigger, a little more, then he climbed over my body and lay down flat on top of me. His weight was incredible, but it felt great. I felt really secure and protected. A feeling I never felt before. Then I felt the enormous head trying to wedge its way in. It was too much. But then all of a sudden I felt the whole head of his dick ease in and stretch my hole even more.
He waited, and then he waited some more, knowing my asshole would eventually get used to his girth and the pain I was feeling would ease off. When he heard that I was breathing a little easier, he pushed forward a little more, and the trunk of that giant redwood started slipping into my ass, deeper, deeper down it goes, down, down, and now those giant elephant balls are slapping against my ass cheeks. I literally screamed in ecstasy. I never really believed I could actually take the whole thing, but I’d done it and I was filled with a strange kind of pride.
“Oh, baby. What a sweet little ass. So hot. So tight. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I love it. I just love it. ” Now he started to raise and lower his buttocks, lifting his cock out almost to the tip, and then reinserting it to the very base. “I love it. I love it,” he kept repeating. “Do you love it too, baby? Tell me you love it.”
“I do. I do,” I yelled. “I love it too. Fuck my ass. Fuck my hot tight little ass with your big thick dick. Fuck your baby.”
He started plunging away up and down, in and out, working his cock up to the sweet moment of final explosion. I felt the tree throb and swell inside my delirious anus and then I felt the gushing wetness rushing into me. And my own cum spilled out onto my lover’s sheets. He flopped down on my back. We were both gasping for breath. “Did you like that?” he asked.
“Are you kidding? I guess it’s about the best thing that ever happened to me. I loved it. I love you,” I confessed suddenly.
“I love you too,” he breathed, his tongue washing over my shoulders and neck.”I wish I could keep you here with me forever, and fuck your delicious little body every night. For the six months I’m not in the woods,” he added.
“I’m not a woman,” I said. “But I sure wish I could be your wife.”
“You do?” He turned my head around so he could stare into my eyes, in the darkness. “It’s a lot to ask, and it’s a hard life up here. And I know it’s not gonna happen, but I wish you would stay with me. Forever and always”
I clasped his hands in mine as we lay there, and eventually drifted into sleep. The next morning, he got up and got dressed. He made coffee. He packed his gear to go into the forest, and said to me, “You can’t go anywhere till that swelling in your foot goes down. You just stay here however long you want. For six months if you want. I’m gonna stop off at the general store down the road and tell Rick that you’re staying here, and he should stop in on you everyday and bring you anything you need. He can just charge it to my account.”
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I sighed.
“So do I,” he answered. But daddy’s gotta go out and cut down some trees to earn money for food. Right?”
“Right,” I agreed sadly.
“So you just stay here as long as you want. Okay?”
“Okay,” I answered.
He picked up his duffel bag and went out the door, giving me a last longing look. And then he was gone, and I was alone in his cabin.
And I stayed. I learned to make a fire. I learned to cook in the big pot in the fire. I wasn’t unhappy. Then finally. I guess it must have been six months later, though I had no way to tell time or count the days out here, but winter was coming on, and he wouldn’t be able to stay in the woods, one day I heard footsteps approaching the front door. I ran out and jumped into his powerful welcoming arms. He dropped his duffel and lifted me high. Then he carried me across the threshold into our rustic cabin, kissing my lips as I kissed his. Joyfully. Hungrily. We practically tore at each other’s clothes, because my lover, my husband was home at last. And tonight we were going to have our honeymoon.