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I’d been writing about it for some time, ever since a woman who I connected with started whispering in my ear just how erotic a thing it was for her, even just to imagine.

I’m sure I’d thought of it somewhat, even imagined it before her, but her heated response to the very idea of me with another guy (with her there to watch every lewd savage moment, of course), kind of gave me tacit permission to open that door full on for myself as a real possibility, at least in my mind. The outside judgment had vanished. Now I just had to decide if I really wanted it for myself.

It wouldn’t be long before I realized that I really did want at least a tryout with it, especially with her  ongoing aroused encouragement. And I always knew that, if I’m ever going to give something like that a go, I’m not one to hold back. Then if it works for me, I’ll do lots more. If not, I move on.

But these stirrings began with her a while ago, and somewhat recently she’d returned to her husband who she had been separated from when we’d played. We had actively looked for a male playmate when we were still at it, but we never found the right guy, or the right chemistry with an alignment of desires.. There were a couple of almosts, but nothing really right.  Nothing memorable. Not yet.

Fast forward to this…

A two-week temporary roomie, who was connected to me through a mutual friend, a girl I had dated briefly some years back. He lived on the other coast, but was in town working for a two month run. His gig was now over, but he had some interviews to do in town for new work, and no place to stay. The old gig booked him out of his digs the day after he was released from the job.

Once Terese connected us, he offered me a nice sum up front to stay in my back bedroom for the 14 days he needed before heading back east. I was happy to have the extra cash, as well as the company, and he seemed pretty low-key, smart, respectful, clean and successful. What was not to like?

We didn’t spend much time around each other in the first week, both being busy and on different schedules, But we did have some late night chats over beers, and morning musings over coffee. I got to know him a little and he me. And I’m sure somewhere in the back of my mind, I must have whispered to myself more than once, “I wonder if…” - but dismissed it, because it had only ever really happened a little for me while with Lisa, and I hadn’t thought how to shoot for it alone. I do remember thinking to myself in those moments that he was good looking all over and seemed to have a sexual energy that didn’t stop.

Was it an accident that I let slip the fact that I wrote eloquent porn in one of our late night gabs? It might have just been the subject. Sex always comes up eventually with guys. He said he wanted to read some of my writings, because the stuff he’d read recently wasn’t doing it for him. I figured, hell, he’s gone in a week or so, let him read. He had what I sensed was an open mind, so I gave him my blog page address. And continued to quietly wonder.

I walked into the apartment late the next night, and heard some distinct noises down the hall. I halted in my entryway, closed the door quietly, and listened. It was the telltale sound of a male animal nearing an orgasm, grumbling half-intelligible obscenities, grunting, panting with a subtly rising tonality in his vocal gymnastics. And I swear that my hand went right to my own eagerly rising cock from the very raw ummph of his orgasm’s eruption. Jesus, it stirred me up to hear that, in ways that surprised me.

It was late. I didn’t know him. I wasn’t going there. But part of me at least acknowledged to myself that I wanted to go there. I wanted to walk in and smirk at him and say “You couldn’t have waited for me?” He probably would have laughed along with me, then offered to swallow my cock so that I could catch up cum-wise. I know that now. If I’d known that then….

Next morning over coffee, he muttered from under his ruffled mane, “Fucking nice writing you do.”

I knew he was no pushover in the intellect department and I thanked him appropriately for his fine compliment.

“Are you into all that, or is it more fantasy?” he asked. Then he waited a tick before adding, “I do a little writing of a different kind. I know some is real, some is not. Some desire is only for fantasy, some for real.”

It was a pleasure talking with someone who understood. No lengthy explanations necessary.

I spilled the beans that I was comfortable spilling, even about some of my bi play desires, and alluded to the misfires that I experienced with my former muse on the subject.

He didn’t say much. He seemed lost in the fog of the morning and in the dark brew before him. “Well, I have to say, it made me cum big time last night, and I so fucking needed that.  I lived like a saint on that last project. I just had no time for play.”

I wanted to say more than “Happy to oblige.” I wanted to tell him how intensely erotic his explosion sounded to me. How it made me masturbate with my pillow as a gag. I ended up smiling through my own fog and saying, “Glad I could be of service.”  But even that sounded like a come-on, and I never meant it to be.

As we waded through the surprisingly porn-peppered, waking conversation, he asked me more directly about my experiences with guys. After all, I’d opened that door already.

I told him in more detail about Lisa getting me started, and our time searching for the right guy to share with her. And how a couple of them were interesting, but not so much into what we really wanted to do or even try. “It hasn’t really worked in reality…yet” - I let that hover in the morning air, for us both, really -”but with the right guy, I think it might.”

“Yeah”, he chimed in, “I’ve had that problem. I like the idea. Even had a couple of decent experiences with guys. But I guess I’m too fucking picky for my own good”

Suddenly, I laughed and he followed.  We were semi-mirrors of each other in more ways than I ever expected.

I just said quietly, but firmly, “We deserve so much better than decent.”

The conversation trailed off as he said, “Yes…. one of these days…” and I nodded, then repeated his words nearly verbatim.

It hung there in the warming air, though neither of us acknowledged more than the conversation itself.

*

Over the next few days, we barely saw each other, and he was nearing his departure day. I texted him to let him know that if he needed to stay longer, he was welcome without any more remuneration. He answered that he’d love to but his airline ticket would be too expensive to change again. Then he suggested we hang out that night if I wasn’t working.

We caught a bite at a nice sidewalk cafe, shared stories and people watched. We picked out girls we’d like to meet and take home as they sauntered by. He mentioned that he didn’t look for guys so much in that way, but then he pointed to a young good looking male who he thought he might maybe want, “If the guy’s not an asshole.”

I said, “Let’s find a nice couple and kidnap them both. We could share. Have a little of each flavor.”

It was all done with that sarcastic low-keyed humor that men banter with in public, but there was something underneath it all that neither of us would mention, barely even to ourselves. To me though, it rang in my ears with every passing comment.

Back at my place, it was getting late. We talked about his last full day’s schedule, and about his trip to the airport the following morning. He headed off to clean up and get some rest.

But at one point, before he closed his door, he yelled out again, half-jokingly, “I’m going to read some more of your bi porn and whack myself off to sleep. Try not to listen!”

“I don’t know, you sound pretty good!”, I retorted, not letting on that I actually did hear him.

There was a bit of a long silent pause. I yelled again for fun, “Did you cum yet? Was it good for you?”

I heard from the back room, “Shut up, I’m reading smut and I’m hard.”

My body was quietly trembling. I could feel my mind actually considering just going back there, walking in on him and grabbing his cock for… well, a little but of everything - swallowing, riding and then some. But I had no idea if it would be welcome, or what kind of weird mess it could make. God knows, he looked good enough to dive into, but that’s not everything.

I could hear the soft beginnings of his panting, the kind from someone stroking himself upward into his pleasure dome. The house was completely still except for his gently mounting sexual noises and mutterings. I found myself holding my breath just to listen to every nuance. I had my own cock in my hand and was beginning to masturbate along with him, thinking, ‘he’s just down the hall…’.

I was about to say something to him, to finally test the waters, even just to peek in and watch him cum to my story - I had no fucking idea what - when a text came through on my phone. I was grateful for the break in the sexual tension.

But it was him. Texting from the back room.

“I’m texting so I don’t embarrass myself with you. This fucking story is so hot, this shit you write is so real… and, well… if you wanna help, or join me… you know where I am.  Worst case, I’m gone in a day and a half.

My mind raced. This was one of those moments you think will never come. I texted back one word: “Serious?”

His response came. “I’d love to try. See if it’s better than before. If it’s weird, we can stop. But… you might be the right one..”

My cock was rigid, thumping and drooling and I’d barely even noticed.

In the nerves of the moment, I was stupidly trying to decide whether to text him back first or just walk in and start something.

One more text came in with this photo - of him stretched out on the back bed, his bared nipple and torso and his very alluring ass. Fuck. one look and I knew then that I wanted him. I wanted to be buried deep in that tempting round ass; that lush ass that was right now being offered freely.

I texted back: “What, no cock?”

“I have one, but I’m not a cock shot whore. Cum and get it, If you want.”

I almost started to laugh. We were just a hallway apart, flirting over our phones and both stroking very hungry hard meat, waiting for perhaps the right signals to ignite.

I wrote back: “On my way. Don’t move.”

I walked in to see him in the photo pose. It was just fucking perfect. I’d thought to even bring some lube on the way, which I dropped on the floor when I sat next to his half naked body. I knew what I wanted. It was him. All of him.  ’This one’, I thought to myself, ‘might just be the right one. The right one to see how much I really want this in my sexual arsenal.’

“Fucking nice ass you have”, I said sincerely. “Lemme see the rest.”
He turned just enough. His cock was perfect. Nice thickness, nice length. A perfect meal for any opening.

“So….” he hummed, “Wanna… try some…things?”

“I wanna”, and I punctuated the answer with a warm hand wrap about his shaft. The silk and steel feel of him in my palm sent a shock wave of wanton fire through my veins, and spun my brain into just the right fever mode for this new breach of sexual custom.

I wasn’t quite sure where to start, because it was like a gourmet meal awaiting me, looking all too delicious. Where to begin? Then I had an idea, and gently said, “I’d hate to interrupt your reading, so… just go back to it. I’ll ‘help’ as you so brilliantly suggested.

*

There was something so intensely intimate about what we began to do. He went back to reading one of my longer, dirtier MMF bi sex stories, and in the mix, we half consciously began stripping and pawing one another.

I slipped behind him once we were both naked, and slowly stroked his gorgeous cock as he read my story, silently at first. But now and then, he would re-read a heated passage to me aloud, and I’d ramp up the cock play to hear his voice falter and wobble, while I nipped and kissed his naked shoulders. With every stroke and every taste of his skin, I wanted him more. My body couldn’t seem to get close enough to his.

He would ask me to read some sections to him, so he could close his eyes and drink in the sensation and the wicked words. In between the spoken text, I’d remind him, now and then, not to cum yet. By the end of the story, my hand was drenched in his pre-cum and his ass crack and lower back was soaked in mine. I was stroking his cock and pinching his nipples and biting his neck, as he was rocking back into my swollen thickness.

We both slowed to breathe a little, and I said in an unintended hoarse whisper, “Did that… help?”

“Uh huh”

“Gonna read more?”

“I can’t focus”

“Good”

We had hardly looked at one another, but that was imminent. We were primed. The savage beast would not be quelled for long. But we were new to this and to each other. so we stumbled our way further though the luscious darkness

Before I turned him to face me, I whispered again, as I slid my slippery dick up and down his perfect ass. “If I had my druthers, I’d really like to fuck your ass as deep as I can go. It feels soooo fucking good. And I mean to leave a gallon of cum in there too.“

He made an unintelligible sound which I thought was a heated “fuck yes” reaction.

I asked, “That work for you?”

“Yeah, uhhh, so works for me… yes yes yes. Do it.”

I tried to be polite to my willing naked guest. Why, I don’t know? “What do you want to do?”

He kept rocking on my length and arching back into me. We could have done that for an hour or two, I thought to myself.

“I’ve always wanted to have a really good man-to-man 69″, he managed to mutter.

Mmmmm, “I love the sound of that”, I said, “We should do that first.”

Without another word spoken, we shimmied about to face each other, and there came that moment of truth. Shame-tinged, but determined eyes meeting, sparkling in the lights through the window. Our nakedness complete to the other, bodies and wanting souls. I placed his hand on my cock, and we were suddenly, silently falling into erotic mirror games.

Now our eyes wouldn’t look away and rather quickly there was no shame left in them. There was a simple, mutual decision.  It hadn’t been fully made in truth until our eyes locked in this deeper nakedness.

He became almost a shy little boy as he asked if I liked to kiss. I said that I hadn’t kissed but one other man, but I wanted to kiss him. We both leaned in and our bodies scooted closer, our cocks meeting, our hands braiding to join in on the up-and-down motions as one.

Lips to lips, turned swiftly to a battle of the tongues, sucking, lapping, nipping, and now the furnace was stoked and heading toward roaring. I found myself suddenly shoving him onto his back on the bed, pushing his knees toward his chest so my cock could meet his at full length. Again, our hands clasped both shafts together,  as we  began an outer body fuck, our tongues tangling when they could reach one another,

When I pulled back a bit, our eyes met again, but this time, with that look of “Fuck, we are doing this and I’m not stopping”. The reflections were speckled with mutual fire and our bodies responded with a ramping-up of perpetual motion.

Then it was like a dare. The dirty talk came out of real questions.

“When you imagine your 69, are we both cumming in each others’ throats and faces?”

“Mmmm, fuck yes” he moaned.

“Yeah, I want to feel you erupt like you did the other night when I heard you cum. So. Fucking. Hot.  I want to know how it feels when you blast your cum into my face and down into my body.”

He blushed, and made more aroused and arousing grunts, then he began to fuck my cock back hard.

“Tell me what else you want”, I demanded, since I had the top spot for the moment.

“When you fuck me” he said plainly, “Make it hard and all the fucking way in.”

“That’s the plan”

I leaned down and bit his nipple. Then he asked me if he could do the same to my ass.

All I said with a mouthful of his lower lip was “You better.”

That was it. I swiveled my hips about, dangled my dick over his face, and took his in my hand, wrapping my lips about his slick cockhead.

I had one more thought before I devoured him cock and soul, “Try and see how long you can hold out. There’s always much more cum that way.”

I could feel him shake his head yes with half of my shaft already across his tongue. And off we went, into a cock-sucking tug-of-war.

I’d never felt anything so feral and wrong. hot and arousing, dirty and brilliant in one rocking fuck dance. I knew I was in the throes of making another man shoot a warm gooey load of his sexual seed down my throat and into my gullet, something I had never done except maybe in wet dreams. And I was going to tease every last drop out of him that I could. The more I played and teased and taunted him to the edge and back, the more I wanted this. Badly. I could hear the phrase ‘cum whore’ bouncing about in my consciousness.

We switched positions now and then as we tussled. It was a throat-fucking wrestling match and his ass rocked back and forth in a way that I almost wanted to stop what we were doing, pin him down and ramrod his hole until we both  roared to the fucking heavens.

I couldn’t believe how much of him I had taken in my throat at certain points and still tried for more. I had fingers in his ass that were wetted with some my saliva and his precum. I was fucking his ass’ gripping hole with three fingers, knuckles deep, humming low in my throat for added vibration, and shaking my head in a rhythm to add to the raw fuck-and-suck dance we were doing.

We were actually sucking each other side-by-side when I felt him growl in a telling way, with my cockhead nuzzling his gag reflex. I knew I was about to get cum-blasted down my open throat for the first time this way. I clawed his ass and pulled him in deeper to let him know to let go and just fucking explode into me.

I growled back with the sheer bliss of this cumwash I’d help to create, tilted my head to capture as much as I could without gagging, and when his first volleys happened, the lusciously lewd feel of his cum spraying across my tongue and rushing into the back of my mouth and parts adjacent tripped my own triggers as well.

Suddenly there were two men, gurgling and gulping and panting and moaning and fucking furiously, their faces full of rocking, spurting man-meat, both fighting to savor every ounce of sticky sex they could muster from this the double-dip tango they were fiercely engaged in together.

It had been better than I’d ever dreamed it could be. All I could think in the wild swirl of the moment was, how can I keep him here for a month or two?

As we alighted from our filthy flight, we kept stroking one another, careful not to over-sensitize our sticky, twitching tools. I swiveled back to face him again, and we instinctively tangled side by side, legs interlocked, mouths dripping with cum, which swiftly became the prize of our ensuing kisses, when we could stop panting long enough to do so.

“Fucking hell”, I finally managed, “Good, ummmm, suggestion”

“Yeah” was all he managed before we kissed in a really hot and dirty fashion.

I quietly said, “That was really…. fucking good. Great. The best. I mean. it makes me… You make me… want more. Just sayin’”.

“Me too”, he said quickly, “Lots more, if you’re up for it.”

“Lots sounds good, yeah”

There was a long pause, during which we busied ourselves with seeing who could lick up the most cum from the other. And I don’t think we had stopped playing with each others’ dicks as of yet. It was definitely a sign of  wanting more.

He smiled, kind of wickedly and said “You weren’t really planning to sleep tonight, were you?”

I smiled back to match him, “You weren’t planning to really go home on Sunday, were you?”

The conversation swiftly returned to dirtier places.

“When I fuck that hot ass of yours… and I will very shortly”, I promised, “I want you to be reading one of my stories. I’m not going to let you cum until you finish the story aloud. I want to hear what your voice does when I tease your pleading dick, while I drive mine deep into your spine as you read depraved things to me.”

We were both getting hard again.

He finally answered, “I’ll think of something to match that when i take yours…”, he trailed off.

I challenged him by simply saying, “You better…”

This night, I now hoped, might never end.

 

Beach Boy 3

12/04/2014

 
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The Renactment

Read Part 1 Here
Read Part 2 Here

I was so ravenously primed for the oncoming evening and so ready for the dirty dance with Mollie and Nick that I had to check the mirror twice to make sure I didn’t forget to put pants on before leaving the house. I made sure I brought flowers for Mollie, and wine and condoms and lube for the wild night, though the last two items I imagined Mollie to have stored aplenty in her naughty toy box. 

I arrived right on time as requested, and it seemed to be the ideal moment. Mollie had engineered her and Nick’s evening at home for the first telltale surprise of what this night might hold. She’d told Nick that they were not meeting me tonight at my place. She was not having that… which was true. She did not tell him that I was coming to them.

When Mollie opened the door, she swiftly shushed me and tugged me inside. There was a long moment of eye contact before she purred at the flowers and wine. “Very nice, dirty and a gentleman.”

"We aim to please", I said with the innuendo intended.

Mollie kissed me quickly and said, “You open the wine. I’ll do the flowers. Then I’ll get Nick out of the shower. He doesn’t know you were invited.” Once again, my wicked grin gave me away. I was indeed already loving this game.

It was time. Mollie disappeared and I heard her holler into the open bathroom door, “Nick, baby, get out of the shower. We have some unexpected company.”

I heard Nick’s voice acknowledge her, then the water stopped.


The Game Is On


Nick wandered out casually, drying his long pale locks, in jeans and a white tee, which was spotted with wetness from the haphazard toweling off. When he looked up, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Mollie wore the Cheshire grin to beat all, and simply said, “Look who I found - the man you sucked and fucked last night on the beach…. without me. I thought I’d invite him over to help you learn a few lessons in propriety, you know, when you’re part of a couple. Maybe you’ll both learn something.”

Nick froze, knowing he had no grounds to argue. He owed Mollie big time, and he would have to take his punishment or pay his sexual dues like a man. However, I think part of him knew this might be one of those punishments he would masturbate to for years to come.

"So, Nicky" Mollie hummed, "Shall I have him demonstrate what you two did on you?  Or on me first?" 

Without a warning, Mollie unzipped me and reached in and grabbed my cock, which of course was already rising from the very act of knocking on their door - not to mention the presence of the objets du désir before me, and the knowledge that some orgasmic adventures were about to erupt.

"See?" she continued as I hardened further in her hand, "He’s dying to fuck one of us. Or maybe both, I’d bet. I wonder who should get this pretty cock first. Or shall I say, second, since you had it last night". She wandered close to Nick and whispered in his ear, "I hear you took him sooo fucking deep in that ass of yours. Mmmmfff. I think I may need to buy a much bigger girlcock to fuck you with. Gotta keep that asshole happy, don’t we?"  Nick swallowed hard.

Mollie was trying not to give it away, but she fucking loved the idea of what had happened between her man and me. She just hated that she couldn’t be there to watch and masturbate, or even film the whole fucking thing for her own ongoing pleaure. But she was using this little transgression to control tonight’s threesome and make the double-cocked connection hers to own. I, frankly, had no problem with that.

She returned to my cock and softly fingered the head of it until it gave her a teardrop or two of pre-cum. She smeared it across her lips, then said to me, “Show me how you kissed Nick the first time.”

I pressed her to the wall as I uttered the phrase “against the lifeguard chair leg, like this…”.  I licked my pre-cum from her mouth, then pushed my tongue hard into her throat. Nick was still motionless, and when I glanced over, I could see his eyes wide as saucers and his jeans’ crotch bulging.

When the kiss broke, Mollie said, “Very nicely done. I’d definitely consider sucking your cock after that. Nick clearly did, didn’t you, honey?”

She knelt quickly, shot Nick a look which he knew all too well - one that said, don’t even think of moving or saying anything - then she wrapped her lips around my now almost fully rigid meat, and toyed with me, both shallow and deep, while rolling my balls in her palm like they were lewd dice. I reached for her hair as I did for Nick’s and began to rock a little into her open mouth, until she grabbed my wrists and pulled back.

"Not so fast, singer boy. It’s a delicious cock, but you’re not getting off that easily."

The double entendre in that statement made me laugh quietly, until she intently shoved my hard-on roughly back into my jeans and zipped me up, which caused a little moan and a catch breath.

Mollie stood, stepped back and glanced at Nick. “Since you didn’t invite me to join or watch or fuck myself while watching you get off together… you two need to show me how it looked. How about a little reenactment of those first kisses and, well… I’ll tell you when to stop.”

She motioned Nick to take her place against the wall where I’d kissed her, and Mollie then sat and licked her lips. All that was missing for her was the popcorn.

Nick was nervous. He’d never done any of this kind so blatantly in front of her, and in this mood, she was not about to miss a trick. I decided to get things started, so I pressed Nick to the wall, did the same lip lick that I had just done to Mollie, then I shoved my tongue down into his throat like I’d done at the beach that night.

As I reached down to rub his thickening erection through his jeans, Nick let go of his tentativeness and kissed back hard. His hand went to my crotch and suddenly, we were magically back in our tangle at the chair, but this time with one hungry feline voyeur, and in the light.

I did a quick sideways glance as I unzipped Nick’s pants, and I could see Mollie’s half-glazed expression giving away her sheer cunt-lust at the situation at hand. And speaking of hands, one of hers was back under her skirt, like at the bar. But this time she had no panties on and no will to hide anything.

The moment both of us boys had each others’ dicks in the other’s fist, and began stroking one another slowly, Mollie caught one of my looks and sucked the dew from her fingers just for my benefit. She told me later that she couldn’t tell if my first audible moan just then was from what Nick was doing, or from her wicked tease. It was both, I happily admitted.

As Nick and I got lost in our moment, Mollie was suddenly standing right by us, her wet hand on my cock, her dry one on his, stopping any further movement. She needed a moment to catch her breath. Clearly this was heating her up as much as it was us.

She let go of both cocks and softly said, “And then…?”

I knew what she wanted. I yanked Nick’s tee off of his body and tossed off my own shirt. I bit Nick’s nipples and sucked them as I pumped his cock, then I pushed him down to his knees, and we fell right into the cock-sucking scenario we’d shared the night before, This time, Mollie was kneeling right next to her beau, whispering taunts in his ear.

"Mmmm, fuck! That’s my little cockwhore boy. You better not suck anymore of these hot dicks without me there… or without my permission. Or I just might go visit every glory-fucking-hole in town to catch up to you."

All the while, Mollie was triple-fingering her needy cunt, tugging out of her sloshing depths only to circle and taunt and slap her clit, then back in deep and hard to stir her fever ever further. At one point, I could have sworn that she was about to get her whole hand inside of her weeping nest.

She was so ramped up that she pulled Nick off of my cock in a rabid moment, and took a few long hungry sucks of her own. Then she told Nick that he needed more finesse with his love of dick. She looked up at me before one last foray on my cock, and said to me, in no uncertain terms, “No cumming, you!”

She pushed her face onto my cock deeper than I’ve ever had anyone do, then unsheathed me and through her panting said to Nick, “That’s how you do it! C’mon, baby, show me how you can swallow him whole!”

Nick tried, but halfway through, Mollie gave me the signal to take the next step, and go to the next moment of the dirty story I had filled her in on.

I grabbed Nick’s hair and began fucking his face vigorously, and that sent Mollie into her first growling orgasm. I had to ease up once she came, lest I explode too soon along with her. Having her coaching him and taunting him while he sucked my cock, having her join him in the cock-swallowing, and then her cumming from watching me use his face as a hot cunt… holy fuck, that had me shaking!

We all took a moment to breathe again, then she said “Next!”. I dropped down and pulled Nick on top of me, then pushed and swiveled him around to the other direction. The man-to-man 69 demo began. Mollie nuzzled her face in between both of us to watch the cocks vanish into both hungry sets of cheeks, and to remind us that nobody cums without her permission, which wouldn’t be anytime soon. She, however, took herself to and over the edge of yet another moaning O.

She made us stop once she settled again, and I knew what was next. Without a word, I yanked Nick’s jeans down, and was only disappointed that he had gone commando - I thought she would have loved to see the shredding of his underwear with a wine opener. But I started immediately playing with his ass, licking and spit lubing it, and nuzzling the first fingers into it.

Mollie was in my ear, “You’re dying to fuck my boyfriend again aren’t you?”

"I am!" I answered, almost salivating for a taste. "That’s an ass begging to be fucked!"

She offered in a  dirty growl that if she had a cock she would never stop fucking his hot little rump. Then she said, “Wait. No. He’s been bad. He doesn’t get to be fucked yet. What he should get is a good hard paddling. Fuck, I should have bought one! Dammit!”

She tried her own hand at a few hot smacks to his ass, then she looked at me and asked how I was at ass paddling. I told her truly that, though I’d never spanked a guy, I always enjoyed giving spankings. She grinned, “Hmmmm, he might too. Hold on a moment.”

She went into her bag of tricks, grabbed a cock ring and choked Nick’s flow off at the base.
"No orgasms honey. Not ‘til I sat so."

Once his dick was garroted, she nodded to me. I pulled Nick up, I sat down, and threw him over my knees - his ass in my lap, his cock hanging and dripping, and my cock was hard and resting on the side of his closest hip, letting a small slippery river paint his skin.

I knew what Mollie wanted, and I went for it. I began with slow and steady hard smacks to Nick’s stellar tight butt - maybe a half dozen or more - then I spit on my finger and spread his cheeks to toy with his luscious little asshole, happily prying it open for use. He was gurgling and moaning.

Then, I locked eyes with Mollie for a moment, and started giving Nick a fast, fierce paddling, not letting up as I lost myself in the feeling and the feral sounds Nick was making, not to mention the dripping pre-cum spattering my legs, as his cock wiggled against my calves.

The next time I looked over at Mollie, she was fucking herself with a large black cock-shaped dildo, and fluttering on the edge of another sopping peak. Nick was moaning and wriggling. His ass was red hot, and he had completely surrendered to the wiles of his girl and her new partner in carnal crime.

Mollie signaled for me to stop. She moved in and whispered to Nick. “Such a good boy taking all of that. See what bad boys get? I really hope you didn’t like that too much.”

Once more she reached into her bag of tricks, poured some lube on Nick’s already worked anal wink, and slid a big glass plug into place. Nick’s groan made me almost echo it. He was so ready to be fucked and the plug said, “Not for you, not yet!”

Mollie smirked at me, “Nick’s ass is off limits for now. Until you take care of mine, mister.”

She leaned in and whispered some instructions to me, among them for me to take Nick into the bedroom. She had some restraints all ready on the beposts for him. Once Nick was bound, Mollie pulled me out of earshot of Nick.

"You’re gonna fuck me right over his face… among other things, Think you can handle that?"

"Handle, hell, I’d pay for that."

She grabbed my cock, and said, “Good. And sometime later, you need to give my ass a hot spanking like that. Fucking hell I love that kind of thing! And please teach Nicky some of that too. He sucks at it.”

"Deal", I said.

"Okay, singer boy, let’s go taunt Nicky senseless. By the way, I’m dying to see you suck some cock too. Maybe we’ll start there…"

"I thought you’d never ask…."

 

Beach Boy 2

12/04/2014

 
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Good Golly, Miss Mollie

Read Part 1 Here

I awoke the next morning with the visuals of last night’s man-on-man open-air fuck still re-running in my head; the one with the young blond male groupie, Nick, who surprisingly followed me to the beach. I hadn’t been with men that much, but I have to say that, this little dirty tryst under the naked moonlight made me definitely want more. At least with him.

Nick was gentle yet masculine, submissive enough yet strong-willed, and his body… well, it was just fucking right. Sleek from youth and yoga, tight ass, flexible stretch and a perfectly-sized cock that was good enough to eat.

Even better for me was, his continual mention of his girlfriend Mollie, who he held in great esteem, a freckled tall girl of some wicked wit, substance and naughty beauty, he said. I was dying to meet her and hoping to get in the middle of everything with them both. The very idea of having her right alongside of him, all three of us tangled and messy-fucking, made my cock rise up instantly. I hoped only that Mollie was on board for that kind of three-way playtime.

She clearly knew of Nick’s wandering bisexuality and didn’t discourage it. But this kind of unannounced breach might be something less than welcome for her. My afternoon shift at the bar would tell the tale. I told Nick to bring her by,  or send her over, so she could check me out and grill me for her own comfort. If she showed at all, that would mean she was either interested, or needed to shut me down.

If she stayed and spent some time discovering who it was that dumped a hungry  load in her beau’s hot bottom, that meant she was vetting me for more, hopefully with herself included. And somehow, if we got that far, I figured I could open that door for us all. It was a feral untasted fantasy for me, one of me getting in deep with an open-minded couple and doing everything and then some with them both. Mollie held the key, as often women do. She would be the yea or nay in this wet daydream.

I seesawed through the morning hours, back and forth between praying for Mollie’s depraved desires to synch up with the already mated males, then sinking back into the visceral memory of Nick’s shaggy blonde mane waving in the breeze under the chair, as his head bobbed up and down on my swelling cock while it moved to breach deeper into his throat.

The scent of the forbidden deed in the open air, and the possibility of being caught in the act of man-fucking there, along with the sounds of Nick’s wanton grunts as I rode his perfect spread ass, underscored by the rhythmic thunder of the crashing waves, played over and over in my head. I brought myself right to the edge once again from the sheer muscle memory of it all and the ever-growing hunger for more. The taste of my cum on his tongue after I fed it to him is what made me explode all over my pelvis and chest this wicked morning.

I was trying not to imagine too much about Mollie before meeting her. But somehow, with a sense of Nick an what he’d shared, I was already heatedly wanting into their carnal mix. Time and Mollie would tell. For now, it was time to shower and put myself together for the afternoon’s shift, a shift which tended to be a quieter one. It would be the perfect setting for this little tete-a-tete.

The Arrival

There was only one table of folks left by 2PM, a few older ladies giggling and gabbing away in the far corner of the room, when Mollie arrived. I reminded myself not to assume that it was her. In fact, it could have been someone I’d been with the last season who I’d forgotten in a drunken stupor. But from her arched eyebrow and her eye’s lock on me, I was pretty sure it was her.

I peered over at the ladies to make sure they were taken care of, so I could concentrate on this lush vision who’d just sauntered in with a purpose. All was well in the gossip corner, so I smiled at the female approaching and welcomed her as I would anyone, again, trying not to assume, or mostly not to give too much away.

She walked right to the bar’s far corner where I stood and I could feel her trying to peer inside of me.

"Can I get you something?", I asked warmly.

There was an endless pause as we cased each others’ forms. She was tall, lightly freckled, curvy but somewhat athletic looking, and surprisingly dark haired, like a ‘Black Irish’ girl. I had somehow in my head concocted an Gaelic redhead from her name, but I wasn’t far off. Her pale skin had that same translucence, and I loved her darker hair framing those sky blue eyes. My gaze dropped to her long lush legs before re-meeting her at eye level.  She and Nick made quite the delectable couple was my last thought before the silence was broken.

"You’re the singer?", was her leading question.

"I am, when I do. Right now, I’m the bartender."

There was another long silence as our eyes quietly recognized the dirty minds lurking behind them.

"So, you’re the one who… met my boyfriend last night? On the beach?"

I couldn’t stop the body-memory smile that leaked out when I said gently “Guilty.”

I could see she was teetering on the edge of decision, but I had a feeling that her disapproving frown was more for show, or to avoid tipping her hand too soon.

I offered her a stool and a drink of her choice so we could talk. She wasn’t going to drink, then said, “Fuck it. Do you have a decent cabernet?”

"A great one. On the house, of course."

I let her sip and simmer and breathe. I could tell she wasn’t sure where to start.


"Does Nick do this kind of thing often?", I asked gently.

"No" she said in a sweeter tone. "Once or twice. And I only ask him to be careful, and let me be a part of it if possible."

"First", I assured her, "I’ve had all my shots." I grinned, she chuckled. "I promise you, I’m healthy as they cum. And honestly, it was just one of those things that happened in the moment. Thinking wasn’t really an option. He completely took me by surprise."

"Hmmmmm" was her purred response. She looked like she was trying not to let on how much she wished she had been there to at least witness it in the flesh.

"So", she perked up, "You. Do you seduce and fuck lots of men?"

I couldn’t help but laugh a little too loudly for the room.

"Not really. I’ve only been with a couple of guys, and not always all the way. I’m mostly into women, but I’m not afraid of some good cock, you know?" Something in her eyebrows told me she liked that. 

I continued, “I can say now, that I’ve been with a few, after Nick. And I didn’t seduce him. He followed me. All I did was say yes to what was in front of me. Did he tell you much?”

"Some. He liked your singing. And obviously, your fucking." Then her eyes sparkled with a sudden fever.

Her voice lowered conspiratorially.”Tell me. Everything. Details. All the dirty fucking details.”

I could see that she was already hooked, and I could feel that this fantasy of mine was more likely to happen now. I saw to the table’s bill before I came back to her, and then I began to slowly recount the filthy goings-on with her hot beau under the moonlight.

I told her how we first crossed paths after the club closed. How I’d not seen him there, but he’d obviously heard me sing. Then, I told her of how we crossed paths near the beach, before he decided to tail me straight to the lifeguard’s chair, where I was quietly drinking in the night.

"That’s where you two…?"

"Un huh. By, and under the chair, right down from Fourth Street. And we  finished our sticky goodbyes on top of it."

The hissed “Fuuuck” she let out was a deliciously dirty one, rife with envy and arousal.

I took my time painting the rest of the picture, watching her every reaction to the story of those first hot kisses with her boy Nick, followed by the mutual cock rubbing, both through jeans and then unzipped, with hard flesh in hands.

I spent some time describing every moment of me having him kneel while I fucked his throat, and fisted his blond mane; how just yanking his jeans from his ass made me decide in the heat of the moment that I really needed to fuck him. She had one hand on her glass and one unseen. I wondered, but didn’t ask.

I told her how we slipped underneath the chair for safety, and ended up in a 69 with him on top before I took his hot butt for a wild, penetrating ride.

She half-panted one word “Stop.” Then, “Tell me again. The 69.” After which she closed her eyes, took a long sip with a shivering hand on the wine glass, and drank in the visuals I was feeding her.


She made some quiet sex noises that had me wondering again. This time, I knew. Her other hand was under her denim skirt and no doubt her panties were soaked.

Finally, I recounted the flip-over I did with her beau, how I cut his underwear off of him with my wine opener, and how I placed his face in the sand, raised his hips, and spit-lubed his willing anal ring for an all out balls-deep ass fucking, knowing that our time was short with the patrols in public. I made sure she knew how his long, tight ass’ canal felt wrapped about my cock, how deeply I drove into him as he opened to me, how he grunted and begged to be fucked harder, and how I jerked him off into the sand so that his orgasm would trip mine and we’d both cum hard and heavy.

I tried to describe how it felt to dump my whipped-up load that deep inside of Nick’s body, and I heard her actually whimper. When I told her of how he cleaned up my cock and lapped my cum from his asshole off of my fingers, and then kissed me with his filthy mouth, she shuddered visibly. She was on the edge right there at the bar.

I slid out from the side of the bar, and knowing that her body was sheltered from others’ peering eyes, I looked down, gently pulled her digging hand from between her thighs, and sucked her own cum from her fingers, letting her know it was the way Nick sucked my cock. “Just like that”, I punctuated.

"Holy fuck" she hissed again.

"Can I help?"

"Here?"

"They’re lost in their own world over there. Don’t worry." She peered over, as I swiftly knelt, pulled her hips to the edge of the chair and removed her panties.

"Besides, I owe you. I made your boyfriend cum last night. It’s only right that I even things up. Then you can decide if you want me for anything else."

I handed her her own panties and whispered that she could stuff them in her mouth if needed. The look on her face was incredulous, but she didn’t stop me as I parted her white thighs and moved in.

I buried my face and fingers in the sweetest sopping cunt I’d tasted in forever, and with her already near an edge, and the taboo of cumming in public like this, she was over the top in no time, and god did she gush all over my face. It was sooo fucking luscious and juicy. I didn’t stop until she’d ridden a few peaks and she did ball her panties up like a hanky in her hand and bite down on them until I was done.

I let her watch me lick up every last drop I could capture of her wet honey, then I mouthed the words “Be right back” as I scrambled behind the bar’s back wall to the sink in the kitchen, so I could wash the sex from my face. After all, I had an hour or two of my shift still to go, and anyone could wander in at any second. It had been a bit of a miracle that we got away with what I did.

As I returned to my perch behind the bar, I grinned wickedly at her and nodded to the balled-up panties in her fist. “You can put those back on now, if you’d like.” She blushed so very red and wiggled herself to get them back in place.

I teased her further. “I really wanted to kiss you with my face full of your sex, but that might have shocked the patrons. And possibly you.”

I heard an unmistakable “Unf” escape her throat. I had done what I could. The rest was now up to her.

I poured her another fresh glass and she sipped and eyed me as her mind went into some hungry places.

"Do you want to fuck Nick again?"

"More than you know.", I said honestly, "I definitely do, with your permission of course. Especially if you’re there, and/or in on it with us."


"Mmmm, good answer", she smirked. "How much do you want him? Enough to let me call the shots?"

"Definitely."

She pondered that for another sip or three, then she whispered, “If you fuck as good as you eat pussy…”

I jumped in “Ask Nick”

"I did", she paused to drink that in. "You really have to… join us."

My cock nearly unzipped my jeans for me.

She added this proviso: “This first time, I need to call the shots. Until I tell you otherwise.  Nick is kinda in the shithouse for doing this without me. Again. I want to devise some “punishment” for the boy. Not sure just what yet. But you’d have to play along. And I have a feeling you’ll fucking love it.”

She knew me too well already. Then something else occurred to her. “Are you only a top or will you be taken too?”

All I said was, “I”m very… flexible.”

"Good," she purred. "I bought a new strap-on and I’m dying to give it a test drive. And since I told Nick he and I are not fucking until he makes this up to me…."

My grin told her I was game for almost anything.

Very quickly she made her first terms certain: “Not your place, mine. I know where the…toys are there, should I decide to use them. Tonight, you said to Nick?”

I nodded my yes.

She wrote her address down and handed to me with these word. “Nine sharp, please. Mollie’s rules tonight. We can negotiate the rest later.”

She rose to go, then she stopped and asked where that sink was behind the bar’s wall. I walked her back, and as soon as we were out of sight of the customers, she stopped me, dipped a finger into her still wet pussy, painted my lips with her juices and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you for the hot fucking orgasm in public. Damn, I can’t believe you did that right here. Mmfff, I loved that. That was a first." She smiled a very naughty smile that made my cock drip, then added,  "Wanna follow me down to the lifeguard’s chair?" She laughed.

She rubbed my crotch then stepped back and said with a teasing demand, “Show me. C’mon, show me what you put inside of my boyfriend’s hot little asshole.”

Already halfway hard, I unzipped and untucked, cock in hand.

"Fucking fuck, that’s perfect. Gimme."  She grabbed and stroked me to full tilt as she laid down the rules for the evening. 

"This and your ass are mine tonight to demand, whether it’s to use with me or Nick or both.  If you’re not okay with that, don’t show."

Once more, I smiled gently and said, “Trust me, I will be there.”

"Good answer", and she kissed me once more.


She knew that she needed to let go of my cock and leave, but she kept her grip on it and whispered. “I have half a mind to make you fuck my ass right here so I can go home and make Nick suck your load out of me for his first punishment.”

"I wish…" Is all I managed.

"Then again, we can do that later. He may have to watch.. or just listen. Hmmmm. Yes, later", she said as she pushed my hard-on back into my briefs and jeans. "Right after you do a little re-enactment with Nick of your night on the fucking beach!"

We re-entered the bar area very prim and proper-like. Mollie shook my hand and politely said “Nice to meet you…”  “Rob”, I filled in the blank. “Very nice to meet you, Rob. See you later then.”

"It was very nice to eat you too, Mollie", which made her knees almost buckle. 

"Fuck" she whispered, "Damn you, you’re just the right kind of dirty. But remember, I own your ass tonight! And this…" - she peered around, and then squeezed my balls hard through my jeans to give them a bit of an ache.

She had no idea how much I would ache for the rest of the day, knowing there was some filthy three-way bi bliss waiting for me tonight. I was so ready to be singing some new wicked tunes just for the three of us.

 
 
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Jenna and Greg were a highly sexual pair. They played and experimented together, and often in their tanglings, they would taunt one another with whispered depraved fantasies to add the spice that sent them both careening over almost every gushing edge.

And from their recent dirtier dialogues, it was clear to Jenna that Greg was longing and so very ready to try some playtime with his own sex, as long as his Jenna girl was with him at every naked turn.

But his constant hesitation was about other peoples’ opinions, taking his experimentation, and slapping him with a permanent label. He worried about how his business might be impacted if word got out, but Jenna knew that his concern was mostly in his mind.

"It makes you more of a man to me, babe", she would say. "I know, but not everyone sees it that way", was his oft-heard replied.

Then came the shining answer, the day that Jenna saw him rubbing his pretty big erection through his boxers at some gloryhole pics, as he surfed through his online visual smut world - something they often shared with one another to incite further sexual combustion.

She stood quietly, eyeing him and the lusciously perverted photos. It spun her brain about to the point where, even her own fingers were dipping into her dampening, hungry slit at what was brewing in her head.

The only words she spoke to him, when they saw the pics of a man pressing his girl’s face to the cock in the hole was, “Mmmmm, yessss…”

What she wasn’t saying was “I soooo want to turn the tables and do that to you too, mister!”

It’s not that she couldn’t say it. It’s that she had a real life plot thickening in her mind, and suddenly, she decided this could be the perfect fucking surprise gift for his birthday or their anniversary…. or for Christmas - whichever came first.

Jenna’s friend Christine, who often hooked her up with the latest masturbation toys, was a sex entrepreneur, among other things. A teacher by day, and an “adult party” organizer by the dark of nights. Jen had been to one of those gatherings before she met Greg, and she knew that some of them had gloryholes. It was time for a secret dirty conference with her naughty friend.

"How do you know that the cocks are clean, Chris? You know, disease free?"

"Darling Jen, first of all, I often use the same guys. I’ve known them and I’ve even blown them myself, and I’m healthy as can be. I have to protect my business, so they have to get regular tests. I promise, no sex cooties. You can suck and fuck worry-free. The other option is, you can supply the cocks, if you know the ones you’d prefer for you and Greg to play with."

"Oh God, no! I mean, I do know of a few I’d dare to invite, but the idea for Greg to get past his worries is for this to be completely anonymous. If he feels safe on that level, he won’t hold back. I know him. And I am dying to see him let loose with this bi-horizon he is perched upon."

"Okay Jen, I can get you a half dozen, certified-healthy hot cocks for those holes. I can host it at my biz pad. You were there once or twice, right? And you and Greg can be the only ones in the hole hall. I love that this is his first go-round with boys. I might even have to watch - and you don’t have to tell him that." Christine smiled her ‘our little secret’ smile.

The girls discussed fees and arrangements, and by the time Jenna left, her silken panties were soaked from the visuals in her head and rubbing against her swelling clit. Christine even tempted Jenna with the possibility of a video of the event, but again, the anon thing was the only reason Jen said no. “Next time, maybe, if there is one. I want him to feel safe.”

**

Glory Bound

"Happy Anniversary, baby!" Jenna kissed Greg deeply with an extra-sexual hue to her assault, and in no time, her hand was rubbing the genie-in-the-lamp behind his zipper.

She thanked him endlessly for the gifts he had just given her, and as they readied for their special night out at a primo cafe, she whispered that she had some plans of her own for the later part of their evening.

"It’s my gift to you. One that will keep on giving." She wanted to say "keep on cumming", but she loved keeping the mystery of it all.

Dinner and wine and loving lust seeped into the early hours of their celebration. And as she and her beau were wrapping up to leave, Jenna texted Christine, “On our way”, and pulled Greg off of his beeline to the parking lot. She pointed to a limo and said, “That’s for us, baby.”

There was champagne in the back, chilled and ready for them, and before the driver pulled away, Jenna said with a wicked whisper, “This is my surprise for you, honey, so you’ll need to wear this.”

She put a blindfold on him, fed him champagne from her mouth, and taunted him with hints of what they were headed for. The one that had his mind spinning in wonder was, “This is something we’ve both been dying to try.”

**

Guess Where?

At the destination, he was led into a pristine hall, still with blindfold intact, and before she let him see where they were, she assured him that this arrangement was completely healthy, utterly safe and totally private. She mentioned Christine as the purveyor of this, since Greg knew Jenna’s naughty friend, and knew that she, of all people, could be trusted. No one else could or would see them.

Jenna undid the blindfold, and wrapped herself around Greg from behind, unbuttoning his shirt and palming his cock as his sight adjusted to the light, and he drank in the surprise of his surroundings.

"Is this…?

"Uh huh. The perfect place to play. Experiment. Taste. Everything. They can’t see you. You can’t see them. Just you and me, babe, and whatever pretty cocks come through those holes."

"But how…?"

"Chrissy and I worked out little sound signals… so… you won’t even have to see her.  What do you think, babe? Up for something dirty and daring?? I can share, or watch, or help you with the first… or with all of them. Mostly, I want you to do what you’ve been dying to try for awhile, and I’m going to fucking love every wicked minute of this."

"Oh my god…" he managed in a hoarse whisper. "Really?"

"You know Christine. They’ll be healthy, safe and anonymous. You can say ‘no’ if it doesn’t feel right… yanno, cuz I love you."

She tried not to let him see her biting her lip, praying for his “Yes”.

Greg kissed her hard and said, “Fuck yes. This is perfect.”

"Mmmm", Jenna purred, "I love you even more…"

Jenna knocked a pre-arranged signal on the wall with the holes, and the first beautiful long, thick cock slid through, semi-erect and glistening with the temptation of pre-cum. The game was on…

**

Number 1

"Wanna solo your first, babe?" Jenna asked as she saw her man eyeing the cock that was clearly begging for touch.

"You can help. Errr, I mean, let’s share this one", is all he could manage in return.

Jenna took Greg’s hand and together they slowly stroked the protruding penis, as their bodies instinctively genuflected to the floor to ready themselves for their first shared carnal tasting.

Jenna went first to demonstrate, licking the wet slit, teasing the undercarriage, then lip-wrapping and taking in more than half its length. She suckled and teased it, then slowly unsheathed and let the cockhead “pop” out of her tightened lips.

"Your turn…"

And Greg mirrored almost everything that his girl had just showed him perfectly, adding a few manly taunts of his own, as she sensed he would. As he took that first taste of rigid male sex across his tongue, Jenna moaned softly to herself, and unzipped her man to discover that she was not the only one who was already wet. She whispered to herself “Fucking perfect!” This was going to go better than she’d hoped.

The first cock they played with in tandem, perfectly sharing the sucking and stroking duties for each other. At one point, they tried french-kissing with the shaft and head between them, then continued while sliding up and down its now rigid length.

When Jenna could feel the cock in the hole fighting those telltale pre-orgasmic tremors, she ceded the dick to Greg, and stroked both the wall-shaft and Greg’s hot rise as she whispered “He’s about to blow, babe. You take the first shots, I’ll take the last ones..”

With a mouthful of trembling meat, Greg had no way to answer, and before he knew it, he too recognized that point-of-no-return twitch in the cock he was swallowing, and as the first hot spurts spewed across his tongue, he heard Jenna groaning “Yessssss!”.

Greg boldly took as much as he could - this  invasive sensation was all so new to his open maw - and the minute he backed off to orient himself, Jenna wrapped her mouth around the cumming cock and caught most of the seed it was still shooting.”

Both lovers, their faces full of a stranger’s freshly spouted sex cream, locked eyes and without a word, began to kiss like ravenous wolves trying to taste the spoils from the depths of the others’ soiled throats.

Jenna fought to speak between the sticky kisses “So. Fucking HOT…watching you. Sharing him with you. Tasting him inside of you. Fuuuck!”

 They lapped up more warm gooey cum from each others’ lips and Jenna dared the question:

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Enough to try more?’

"There’s more?"

"Oh yes. All safe. All yours if you want them."

His next words made her clit buzz and her cunt gush.

**

#2

 ”I want to try the next one on my own.”

"Jesus H Fuck, Greg. I soooo fucking LOVE you!"

Another seed-glazed deep kiss.

"You won’t mind if I play with your ass and cock while you suck his, will you?", she taunted.

"I was hoping", he winked back with a knowing smirk.

That’s when he saw the other pre-arrangement in the corner - a bag of sex toys. Greg thought to himself, “Of course, it’s Christine.”

Jenna knocked another signal on the wall, and a nice big curved cock slid through the opening and wiggled into near balls-deep place for the suckling. Before Greg could start, Jenna stripped him of the rest of his clothes, humming something about needing complete access.

"Take him, baby", she taunted when he was finally naked, "This boy is all yours." Then she added "Make me proud!" which made her giggle lasciviously.

Jenna tore at her own clothing as she watched her man stroke and play and explore this new scimitar-like curved dick, thick and insistently hungry for a stranger’s mouth. Jenna could almost not concentrate on grabbing the right toys, because she as completely transfixed by her emboldened guy discovering his blossoming talent for flesh and blood sword-swallowing.

She managed to find her plug and the lube easily enough, and every now and then she’d run her palm under Greg’s rock hard cock to happily feel the puddles of pre-cum waiting to grace her fingers there. Every time she felt that, she knew that he was loving this more than she’d expected.

Jenna began to use his pre-cum to lube his anal opening, as her fingers plunged inward and added a unconscious moaning hum to her boy’s sucking technique. In no time, the curvy thick dick began to spurt its streaming wet bliss all over Greg’s face and into his willing cheeks, as he struggled to capture it all for the sharing.

As the cum-blasting orgasm began, Jenna moved to the wall, laced her fingers in Greg’s hair and cheered him on. “Take it all! Don’t miss a drop! I want to lick it from your throat, baby!” That make him swallow the hardened hose even deeper.

Greg was still getting used to the whole erupting spout in his mouth, but he did well for his first solo suck. And Jenna kissed him deeply afterward, lapping away at the spoils he had captured in his cheeks.

In between the bitten kisses, Jenna got very guttural with her declaration that “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen!!”, which only set them both on further fire.

 ”Okay, babe, tell me what you want.”

"There’s more?"

Christine ordered six. We’ve had two. You do the dirty math”, she teased him, while she continued to taste the second stranger’s cum from his scruff-framed lips.

They’re all for you, babe. I can help. I can watch. We can share. But I have one request for me - I definitely want to fuck your hot ass with a girlcock while you take one down deep.”

**

#’s 3, 4, then 5


That set the couple into feverish motion. The third and fourth cocks, they decided were to be sucked together, side by side, both Jenna and Greg watching each other go down on a different cock simultaneously. The spoils of both would be running down their chins and bodies once they cause those dual explosions.

In the mix, they even decided to switch cocks once or twice, to see how the reactions changed to the differing touches of male and female mouths and grips and fervor. There was almost a game-play feel to this one, Jenna pushing Greg’s face to the base of the cock he had in his mouth, then him returning the favor when she wasn’t expecting it.

Finally, they staring pumping and and bobbing on the cocks they each began with, hoping they could make them cum at the same time, in twin creamy bursts of wicked goodness. And they very nearly succeeded, with the echoed orgasms hitting just seconds apart.

The clean-up got highly messy and heated, and cum was all over both chests and bellies, even smeared intently then devoured from both Greg’s cock and Jen’s sopping cunt slit.

The pair were so ramped up after this fiery wet-dream game, that Jenna didn’t wait for Greg’s okay for the next go-round. There was no need. The look on his face was one that said he could take on an army in that moment. She reached for the strap-on, grabbed a nice long girlcock in black, and rapped on the wall for one more loaded weapon to appear.

It was perfect size for Greg to learn some deep throat-ing skills, Jen thought to herself. He was going to get spit-grilled now.

Jenna licked and lubed and primed Greg’s ass as he fondled and kissed the new pretty cock.

"Wrap your lips around that drippy dickhead, sweetheart. I want him to feel your first ass-ride’s moaning hum."

Greg did as she asked, as Jenna popped her girlcock’s wide head into Greg’s willing anal clench. The growl that occurred stirred them both into further and faster motion, and by sheer instinct, Greg took 3/4 of that exposed cock into his widening gape in one hungry move.

As Jenna worked her strap-on into her man’s hot butthole, she nudged forward and leaned into him with whispered dirty talk while his mouth was full of raw man meat,

"Remember that photo of the guy pushing his girl’s throat onto a gloryhole dick? I’m going to do that to you, baby. Just open your throat, and when he starts to cum… and trust me, between the depth he hits, and your hot growls, he will in no time… just let that wash of seed jet right down your throat into your belly."

There was nothing else to say. Jenna reared back and began pile-driving Greg’s asshole with her rocking hips and plunging girl-dick. Her right fingers laced into his hair for the first pushes, and as things revved up, she had both hands pushing Greg into the cock on the wall, while the cock’s owner was desperately trying to fuck him back through the plaster.

Jenna had never fucked Greg this hard before, but the sight of him pressed forward to devour another man whole, while arching back willfully into her rutting invasion had her on her own dripping precipice.

Suddenly, she heard a different sound. Greg was trying to mouth the words “He’s cumming” with a throat full of swollen umbrella’d flesh.

Jenna cried, “Yes! Just open up babe. Take it all!!

 
She mimicked the photo, shoved him nearly past the wall’s opening, and she could hear Greg gurgling through a river of cum that he was allowing to stream directly into his gullet. That lewd noise alone sent Jenna into a ferocious orgasm of her own.

Then the sounds of the man on the other side, pounding the wall and roaring from being deeper in a throat than he’d ever imagined possible, had everyone wailing their orgasmic joy along with him.

**

One More

They took a break. Greg needed a short one at least, but the degree of filth they had both already wallowed into had their carnal furnaces still on high, and wanting more.

"How’re you doing, babe?" she purred, as she stroked his beautiful body and nipped at his sticky chin. "All sucked out?"

"holy shit…" was all he could manage.

"No worries. I don’t think you could top that last one. You were fucking amazing! Did you like it? Love it?"

He smiled a wicked smile and purred. He didn’t need to say more. That Cheshire grin alone made her clit do a happy somersault.

"So", Jenna nuzzled into her dirty boy, "There’s one more cock, babe. And a few options. Or we can leave it."

"Tell me" he panted.

Well, I could suck it while you fuck me. Or… Christine said there is an option of reversing the wall.”

His quizzical look made her explain. “Just shove your cock through a hole, and one of them will return the favor. Maybe even two. or a boy and Christine if you prefer. Or maybe they can all take turns and see who wins your cum!”

He liked that last one, but didn’t jump at it.

"Orrrr…"

(and yes, she had thought this out ahead of time)

"I was thinking…" She leaned in and whispered in his ear. Then pulled back for the rest.

"You’re already primed, and that would complete the fantasy, safely and anonymously, while you cum-dump down my throat like the last guy did to you. Your choice, babe."

She knew this would get him, and it didn’t take Greg but a moment to decide on the final obscene option.

When Greg was ready for the feral finale, Jenna knocked on the wall for the last erect cock, and god, it was fucking perfect for their plan. And, of course, that was no accident. Christine had helped in the sexual plotting. it was the longest yet, thick and cut a with a beautiful wide head.

Greg was already lubed and stretched from the girlcock ride. He and Jenna stood together, kissing sensually, while both gently stroking the pole in the hole.

"Let me give it some goo, babe." And lube the thick member she did, then added the leftover to Greg’s spread rear door. The lube on the cock told the man on the other side he was about to get luckier than the rest.

Jenna knelt and nipped at Greg’s ear as he bent forward toward her, aiming his hips toward the slippery probe in the wall.

"I am sooo glad you wanted to try this. Now you can feel what I feel when you fuck me. And even more, what you can’t get from my girlcock -  those wild jerking spurts of cum filling you deep in your hot little asshole - UNF!"

Jenna aimed the slippery wall-dick and guided Greg’s asshole to slide back onto it.

"That’s it babe… now push back a bit." Greg was shocked at the ease with which he took this big thing inside of him, already forgetting that his ass was freshly fucked by his girl.

Jenna slid back and wrapped her soft hand around Greg’s very swollen pre-cum-soaked cock, knowing that he was not going to last long with a dick in his ass and her throat giving him a tight, wet burrowing place. She kissed the head of her boy’s cock and offered one last word of advice.

"Babe, when he’s about to cum, push back hard. Take him all the way in. Then tighten and hold onto him. You will feel that eruption so fucking deep, and he’ll be trying to break through that wall to get deeper."

He saw the wide eyed look, and she laughed “Don’t worry. He can’t break the wall. Or you. Go, babe…. fuck him like you mean it!”

And with that, Jenna lips encircled her man’s shaft and began to go to work on him.

Even Jenna was surprised at how long Greg lasted and how much he toyed with the cock in the hole - riding it slowly in lengthy strides, then slamming on it, causing Jenna to a to grab Greg’s hard-on until her mouth could recapture it.

All the while, the plug in Jenna’s ass was sending spiking pleasure waves through her entire body as she watched her man fall into the reverie of having his ass’s needy canal impaled by a big-dicked stranger. She lost count of her own O’s, since it only took some quick self-fingering to trigger even a small one at this point.

Sshe could feel Greg nearing the tipping point, and she knew that the intruder was skirting his edge as well from the sound of things.

All at once, with a strained wishful whimper, Greg cried out, “Jen. babe. he’s cummm…uhhhhhh”.

With one forceful move, she shoved Greg as far onto that exploding cock as she could, while thrusting her own lips to the base of Greg’s shaft and balls. Jenna could almost feel the first jets of cum shooting into Greg’s mancunt from the wall-fucker, but just seconds after that, she felt Greg’s own monster eruption begin to drown her in his blissful sex wash.

The two ravenous cocks continued to empty buckets of orgiastic cum into their respective warm wet cocoons, while the sounds that came from all three rutting hedonists could have made the entire neighborhood around them soak their sheets without a touch.

 The rabid trio were grunting obscenities and trying to make the ride last longer than anything they’d ever experienced. In the end, it felt like they did, and then some.

When Greg finally slid his impaled, sated asshole off the still sparking anonymous appendage, the couple tangled around each other and kissed and bit and licked and and grunted like mating animals. In the midst, they declared their love for each other and for all the depravities they’d been brave enough to share together.

**

The Exit

Had enough cock for one night, babe?” Jenna teased. “You were quite the little cumwhore, weren’t you?”

He swatted her butt playfully, and she turned serious for a moment. “I am so very proud of you and so fucking in love with you, Gregory. So anytime you need another cock to join us, just say so. But… you’ll have to share it with me more than you did tonight.”

She laughed at her own last comment, then added, “Good news. C’mon, Christine has a nice clean up place for us before we go.”

A new signaled rap on the wall, opened a door, and there was a pristine bathroom with all the accoutrement, eve a pretty bath and shower.

"Let’s not clean up too much", Jenna purred. I like the idea of licking the rest of the man-cum off of your body. Mmmm, shall we plug your ass to keep that deposit in there until we get home? I can fuck it out of you and you can suck it off of my girly cock."

As soon as those words left her lips, she knew that she was going to do that, no matter what he said.

Jenna texted their hostess to let her know that their Anniversary playtime was done. The couple dressed and wandered out to the limo in the dark, still unseen by anyone. As they reached the limo, Jenna got a text from Christine to come back in for a moment.

"Settle in, babe. Be right back."

Christine was all flushed when Jenna got back inside.

"Jenna, honey… that was the sexiest fucking thing i have ever seen a couple do together! And you know I have seen a lot.

Two things: First, I’m giving you a bigger discount than I mentioned. The orgasms were fucking worth their weight in gold! And no need to tell Greg that I watched. You know I’m the last person to spill the beans on anyone.”

"I know Chris, since I know all of your nasty secrets." The girls laughed.

"Second… ahem… I know you said no video, but… this was too fucking hot to not record. So, here’s a copy for your masturbation files."

Christine handed Jenna a thumb drive. “Trust me, this will keep you cumming for-fucking-ever.”

Jenna thanked Christine profusely, the girls hugged, and as Jenna turned to go, Christine said “If you two ever want to repeat that for a video to sell, you can always wear half-masks. Just saying. It would make a ton of cash with my folks alone. Think about it.”

Jenna loved the sound of that, but that was a discussion for another time. For now, she meant to have some more of her boy who’d just been had by all the other boys.

When the couple was back in their own car and headed for home, Jenna softly asked, “So, did you like the idea of that second option, of being on the receiving end of the gloryhole and being sucked by one or a few other guys?”

 Greg stayed silent for a bit, which made Jenna a little nervous. Then he grinned and quietly said, “Maybe next time.”

Those two words “Next time” would spin in Jenna’s head and send her deeper into more plans and fantasies… until next time came.

 
 
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As lovers, Rob and Danielle were amazingly adventurous, nearly fearless, and anal play had become one of their favorite erotic sports when they were nakedly entangled. Never wanting to settle for less than heaven, the pair were also on a constant hunt for new ways to send one another soaring into the shameless ether. Ass play had been less a part of Rob's arousal world before he met Dani, but her insatiable taste for so many things forbidden by old world mores opened his mind, as she opened his eyes and his startled anus to some of the most extraordinary pleasuring he had ever felt in his fucking life.

It didn't take long for Rob to fall in love with the way Danielle could fire off all of his orgasmic rockets at once (even from buttons he didn't know he had), just by adding some emboldened ass toying to her already brilliantly administered, edging oral assaults, and other assorted depravities.

More and more, these two wild creatures would push the envelope and prod one another into new adventures they sensed looming on their sexual horizons. 

"Why not try it once?" Danielle would say, when she saw him balking at one of her latest lascivious ideas. "If we don't like it, we'll toss it out of the repertoire. You might just fucking love it, baby!  Or are you afraid of owing me for that?" and she would let out the wickedest laugh ever.

She knew that, in the end, Rob would willingly to rise to any challenge she tossed his way, even if it took him a little time to process what he'd said yes to. And as for the "never do list" boundaries, they already knew they were on the same page there, so other than that list, nothing was off limits.

Today, they went shopping at a relatively new adult store that had opened very close to Danielle's place of work. She giggled when she texted him about the store's debut. "This is dangerous. I may end up owning the entire place and all of its contents by the end of the week! Eeps!"

The original intent of their excursion was to first check the place out, and if it was a nice venue to buy things, then together they could pick out a new, slightly larger girlcock for Dani's strap-on harness. Rob was loving the rides she'd given him when the fancy struck, but his back door was ready and willing to take in something longer and wider for a meatier slamfest. That thought alone made Danielle's insides quiver, and gush just enough to soak any pair of panties within striking distance. 

Oh, she had even more plans for him, for them, and maybe with a few joiners down the road. And she knew he'd be ready for those one day soon. But, for now, the mere thought of impaling this dominant-leaning man, and fucking his hot little ass like he was her wanton willing boytoy, both for her own orgasmic pleasures and his, made her soak her inner thighs at the most inappropriate moments.

The store, dubbed "Dreams Come True" (their site address read "dreamscumtrue"), was brilliantly put together. It was clean, creative and classy, and was stocked to the ceiling with so many things to fawn over, grab at and fantasize about. Five minutes in the place and the lovers wondered if they'd ever get out of there without stripping down completely and offering to try everything out right there on the floor. as a live in-store demo team.

As they headed toward the strap-on dildos, Danielle stopped dead in her tracks.

"Oh my god in dirty fucking heaven!" She lifted up an enormous double headed dildo, which looked, at first glance, to be almost as big as her arm. She was drooling from the inside out, and suddenly could not imagine why this idea had never come up before. She knew why: they'd been too enraptured with every other carnal inspiration they'd adopted, so who needed to look for more? However, with this thick weighty monster toy in her grasp, she couldn't stop envisioning all of the perverse possibilities. Rob could almost hear Dani's cunt gurgling and her clit squealing with joy.

She looked at Rob with those big "You know you wanna" eyes. 

"I know", she hummed, "It's bigger than anything we've had in our asses, but, just think...at least we'll both be taking all of that in... together." She let that visual sink into his gluttonous. prurient mind, and she gently leaned into him as she handed him the heavy package, and curled her hands about his taut ass. 

"I will if you will."  She could tell he was surrendering to the idea. 

"I'll bet I can take more than you can" she dared him. 

"You're on!" he snapped back.  Rob just hated being bested without a tryout, and now Danielle had a new obscene dream about to cum explosively true.

**

Once back home, the double-headed dare was on. The monster was out of its case, cleaned and readied for some succulent, hot play. Lube and other implements were at bedside, and in a naked heartbeat, Rob felt Danielle's impatient hands reaching around from behind him to unleash his blushing ass from his jeans and boxers. Before he knew it, his clothes were hugging his ankles and she had him pushed and leaning over the bed, so his knees were at the end of the mattress and his delicious ass was poised for her first bold ploy.

"You need more warming up than me, baby." Dani teased him. "But you'll get your turn too. Remember, two heads, two asses, we both get the same down and dirty, ass-ruining ride." 

And as those words spilled from her mouth, Danielle's tongue slipped into the crack of his ass, and once she wet his nervous whistle, her fingers began to nuzzle their way inside of him, gently prodding open his tight rear door. He was melting into her luscious tease, because he already knew the places she could take him with her eloquent tongue and her lewd, brazen will. In no time his cock was being licked along its undershaft, and three fingers were spreading his anus open, and pushing their insistent way in, heading closer and closer toward her delicate knuckles.

Rob began pushing back onto Dani's hand, almost daring her to insert the missing digits and just fist him, but before anything more erupted between them, he whispered to her, as his ass suddenly clamped down on her burrowing fingers, "Don't go anywhere with those...." 

Without warning, he reached underneath, and yanked Danielle's slim body right through his legs and onto the bed. His strength and agility so often took his girl by sheer surprise, and this time it actually took her breath away. "Fuck", she growled, "How do you do that?" And in her mind, she was thinking "Just turn me upside down and fuck my brains out, will you?"

In no time, the wild pair were stripped bare, nipping and biting one another wherever they could reach. Rob's fingers took a little detour into Dani's now sopping cunt-gates, first to have a long taste of his favorite syrup, and then to lube his feelers up with Eau de Danielle.  And though Rob's probing fingers were soon making their way into widening her yawning back passage, both of the lovers knew they were going need a little more help with the warm-up for this monster of a two-headed snake.

"One toy each, one toy only, before the big guy" Rob declared. 

Dani loved the new game's call, and toppled him over to get to the toys first. She grabbed her suction cup dildo and tossed him the strap-on girlcock out of its harness. They tussled over the lube, and ended up devouring each other's mouths while slathering both toys in slippery, flavored goo.

When they were ready, brilliant Danielle turned the tables on his expectations. She pushed Rob to the bed and licked her suction cup, and attempted to secure it to his chest. When it wouldn't quite stay, she put his hands at the base and told him to hold it steady. She was in for the long, salacious tease, and he was about to get the most incredible view of her squatting over him and lowering herself, bit by squirming bit, onto this long, veined dong. Once it was securely inside of her moaning ass' grip, she began sliding with a taunting wriggle, bidding him to hold the base steady, and the sounds she made alone had Rob's cock standing at attention and dripping steadily away.

Dani leaned forward as she knelt down on the bed, encouraging Rob to tilt the dildo a bit so she could keep riding it in his view. She lapped away at his own leaking cockhead as she wriggled and fucked the toy for his pleasure. "Mmmmm, this is my reward for the hottest warm-up performance." She popped his mushrooming head in and out of her lush lips, then as he was losing all focus, she wickedly stopped and said, "Okay, your turn."

She reached back for him to pass her the lubed girlcock, and reminded him to keep the base of her impaler steady. She playfully spanked his balls to get him to spread his legs and lift them for her, and the ache that was already in his filling sac had him groaning aloud with her open-handed swats. Danielle then set to the task of giving Rob's ass a reminder lesson in how she loved to fuck her man. She took the slickened girlcock and shallow-fucked his hole's shuddering iris, until it willfully relaxed and begged her for more.

Once, her plunging toy was deep enough within him, Dani soon found a thrusting rhythm that Rob was happily surrendering to. She began to shove that girlcock into him as far and as fast as she could, all the while sliding up and down on the one in her own ass. Already the twin harmonic sounds of gathering lust had them both wondering if they'd ever make it to the big double header. 

Danielle purred as they slowed the prep-rocking, "God, this ass-to-ass fuck is going to be amazing... every shove will take us both deeper. Oh, fuck, I wonder if we can take enough of it in to make our asses touch."

Rob added, in between his panting breaths, "I wonder if we can cum without touching ourselves."

Let's try to do it, baby!" Dani squealed. "Make me cum with just your asscock fucking mine." 

Rob decided on another game rule. "If our asses touch, we can reach back and play with the other and make them cum. No self-touching at all."

Dani was growling now. "Oh my fucking heavens, YES!"

She turned her head back. "I'm ready. Let's do it now!" Rob was lost in her girlcock's push, so she stopped it abruptly and spanked his balls again.

"Fucking hell!" he yelled, and he spanked her ass back in retort, quite hard a few times, leaving burning hand prints in his wake.

She roared back to him, "You're only gonna make me want that more!"

Rob let out a long near-howl as she slowly, then swiftly unsheathed her girlcock from his reamed ass' canal. And in response, he pushed Dani forward and did the same thing to her hot little impaled hole, tugging the faux phallus from inside of her until it loudly popped our of her anal wink's grasp, which made her almost shriek. She turned to dive onto him and their tongue-fucking kisses lasted for a brief eternity, as the heat between them was already more than most people would bear.

Danielle reached for the big two-headed snaking cock they were about to share, and opened her mouth to envelop one end's wide umbrella'd head, letting her tongue flick out the way she did to Rob's cock, any time she wanted to turn his will to running jelly. 

"C'mon, baby, suck it." she teased him. "I will if you will." 

And her insides went completely liquid when her man opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around the opposite end of this thick, horsey-sized toy. She longed to watch him suck a real cock one day, but she had no idea how close that was to really happening. This moment gave her the first hint. The two lovers locked eyes, and  tried to match each other's oral skills, move for move, depth for depth. Danielle's nipples were near to bursting and her clit spun like a sparkling pinwheel as her hot cunt wept for triumphant carnal joy.

As if that weren't enough, she grabbed the lube and soaked her end of the giant cock, then handed the lube over for him to do his. "Boys first" she insisted, simply because she called it before he did. 

"C'mon, time to ride the big boy, big boy!" She straddled Rob in reverse again, and to distract him from the initial stretch, she pushed her gorgeous cunt into his face and wiggled it over him, just as the big fat cockhead kissed his slippery anus' gateway.

When she pushed inward with the big mushroomed head, Rob's hips rose right off the bed, and she pressed her pelvis back onto him, smothering his face. Then she let the huge head slip out of him again for a moment. 

Holy fucking fuck!!" he growled. 

"I know. baby" she answered. "I'm taking the same thing shortly, and my little asshole is way tighter and smaller than yours, Mister.  So, buck up, baby." She demanded. "You're not going to give up already, are you?" She wiggled her hips over his face again. 

No, he wasn't about to be shown up by a girl, and she knew it. Dani returned to the breaching task, and this time, when she pushed the monster phallus inward, it was far enough inside him to stay. She smiled at the elongated curses coming from Rob's throat, and she began toying with his ass, using her hand to vibrate and wiggle and push the fat cock inward. 

She heard him cry "Jeeeesus", just before she felt his hand hard-paddle her ass and clit again, which of course, she leaned into sluttishly and happily.  And the heat of that spanking made her shove his end of the game cock in ever deeper.

Danielle rawr'd when it was far enough into his panting ass to be considered ready for fucking. 

"Mmmmm, someone likes a big cock in his ass, doesn't he?. Shall we get you a nice big horsie to fuck, baby?"  His answer was more open-handed paddling on her already marked cheeks, which let up only when Dani wrapped her lips around Rob's dripping hardness and took it in enough to completely make his eyes roll backwards in his skull. 

When Rob could speak again, he teased back. "Well, you'll have to fuck the horse too then, it's only fair -  and you have two holes he'll want." The pair laughed together, then Rob said, 

"C'mon, time to get your sexy ass filled up too, hot cheeks!" And to punctuate his intent, he shoved his tongue into her ass so deep, with a fast-fucking motion, she begged him not to stop.... EVER!! 

Danielle rolled off of him with a push of his strong arms, and nearly melted with the sizzling sight of her man with a chunky dildo stuffed in his sweet mancunt. She decided one more tease was due. She knelt facing him, and bent the meaty-viened toy upwards, re-lubed her end, and like with the suction cup cock, she wriggled like a ravenous street whore on its big head to let Rob watch the vulgar pleasure it was giving her. This time it was her eyes nearly rolling backwards as she felt the huge monster spread her tight hole wider than she thought it would. And with every move she made, the length of the toy played with the other end that was inside of Rob's bottom, and now both lovers were moaning and quietly cursing together.

The angle wasn't quite working for any deeper penetration, so Dani finally let it slip out, and she begged Rob to turn over, then smirkingly bade him to lift his ass like a good cock whore. He played along, or he tried to, thinking he could wiggle his ass the way she did. But every move he made, even just turning himself over, had him oooh-ing and ahhhh-ing and making savage sounds he'd never heard himself make before. Every nuance of motion made the huge head inside him taunt his prostate and kiss the entire length of his passage it was filling. And Danielle was loving every second of this delectably dirty show. 

When he was finally in place on all fours, she took one more liberty, grabbed a love-paddle from the toy stash, and made sure his ass was as red hot as he had made hers, while she vibrated his side of the dildo enough to make him squirm and go almost breathless with the thundering sensations.

She then turned away from her moaning man, mirroring his all-fours stance, backed herself into him enough to grab her end of the monster dildo, and this time, she would truly work this beast into her tiny, tight hole. Once again, every move affected his ass from rim to head-depth, and the pair were soon making echoing sounds of guttural filth to rival the other. At one point, when Rob  could look back over his shoulder, he was thrilled  to see his gorgeous girl laying her head down on the bed, arching her mouth-watering pelvis and pushing back onto this near-fist-sized cock like her life depended on it.

They were now set for the fiercest ass-fucking ever, both of them already panting and both already gently rocking on each other. In this non-stop movement, they were testing the flexibility of the beast cock against each other, and in between their uncontrollable soft moans, they traded new taunts.

"You ready to fuck my ass, Mister?" Danielle asked. 

"More than you know, babydoll" Rob grunted back.

"Whoever takes the most cock wins" Dani challenged. 

"Whoever cums hardest without touching, wins!" Rob riposted.

"No self touching" he added,

"Only touching the other if we're close enough" Dani happily finished his sentence.

"C'mon, fuck me horsey boy!" she shouted. And without an answer, Rob shoved his hips back into Dani's and both lovers howled at the force of the huge phallus driving hard into their deeply-plowed insides.

The meat of the monster-fuck was on, and with every ramming push toward the cock's center, and every thrust toward their panting, penetrated partner, the raw ass-splitting sensations sent them both into new heights of vocal ferocity and verbal filth. They were both shouting obscenities to all the deities who had ears. Both Rob's swaying penis and Danielle's swollen cuntwalls were weeping tears of pre-cum rain, speckling the sheets with warm, slippery musk. 

Swiftly the foul language turned to daring, dirty talk. Rob growled that he longed to see Danielle do this dirty dance with her uptight girlfriend, Nikki, whose hot body Dani had crushed on forever, but who was too much of a prude to think about even kissing a girl. The very visual of sharing this kind of ass-fuck with the unyielding girl she lusted after, made Danielle shout back that Rob could fuck Nikki's throat as they did, and Dani would tongue dive for his cum afterward in some endless kissing with her prudish hottie friend. Then she said, " No, I'd rather eat your cum from her sweet pussy... so hold off until after we're done, then fuck away!"

With every lewder and louder dirty scenario they tossed over their grimacing shoulders, Rob and Dani would shove their pumping, penetrated rumps towards one another. Danielle could tell they were getting closer to actual body touch, and maybe finally touching each other for the final trigger trips. She rasped that she might not need him to even touch her now, and if he did, one graze to her clit and she'd be screaming so loudly, the fire company might arrive.

Rob, too, could tell they were nearing the middle meeting place, so he reached back with one long arm, and was able to grab Dani's thigh to add a pull to every rocking, forced push. And with that, the pair renewed their final shoving match, both bodies on sensory overload, vibrating from the inside out, both throats raw from near bellowing; both sets of bones hovering on the launch pad, ready for the raging, cosmic explosion to hit.

Danielle couldn't quite reach Rob's cock, so she threw her dirtiest visual yet to his ringing ears, to see how much it could set him or her off. "I want to watch you do this with your buddy Michael." She said with a wicked dare. "Fuck, you two hot assed boys, fucking like this?? Do you have any idea what that would do to me??" She bayed like a coyote in heat. "I'll lie underneath you both and suck your cocks together as you do... or maybe try and stuff both of your dicks in my little cunt once your asses are close enough to fuck me together... how about that, my dirty ass-fucker??"

Just at that moment, when they were both gasping at the ever-deepening penetration and the ramped-up visuals, their two asses finally met and rolled against each other. Dani's hand managed to catch Rob's cock and with one squeeze had him fly off with an animalistic orgasmic roar. And with the wild wriggling and the visual of Rob and his buddy Mike in a naked ass-lock like this one, Danielle went soaring off with him in a stratospheric, naked nano-second.

The lovers' two asses tried to stay kissing and rolling against each other, until one or the other of them decided to fuck the big snake again. The long wrist-thick double impaler reminded each of their inner cores that nearly every inch of its length was buried in one dirty hole or the other.  And both sets of raging orgasms rolled on and on in endlessly echoing waves with such fiery intensity, that the breached lovers felt like they were on the edge of losing consciousness. 

By the time the wild ride began to subside, their sheets were as soaked as their flesh - drenched in sweat and cum and exquisite, drooling fuck-bliss. Their bodies would not stop moving and shaking, swaying and rolling against one another, causing more echoing spikes, adding to the trail of aftershocks from the most intense climaxes either could remember (though even remembering their names might be difficult in this moment).

And as Rob and Dani finally agree to unsheathe the monster, they began to very slowly move apart, and with every inch of the phallus bared, there were more sweet obscenities and more unannounced thrustbacks for one more ass-fucked sensation.

The couple collapsed into a purring, nipping, cum-drenched ball of filthy joy. And after a long, lush makeout session, Danielle had one final dare to make.

She lifted the freed and sullied monster, and intently flipped it around to the opposite way they had used it.

"Suck and clean my side off, and I'll do yours..."  She let her tongue out to curl up and take a first taste.

"I will if you will." 

Rob was already in. He do anything for her after that feral bout of reaming ambrosia. And one look at him swallowing a giant cock again had Danielle's clit swelling, readying for round 2.. of whatever she could get going.

As she watched, all she could think was "I wonder how much of that he can swallow...."

 
 
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As lovers, Rob and Danielle were amazingly adventurous, nearly fearless, and anal play had become one of their favorite erotic sports when they were nakedly entangled. Never wanting to settle for less than heaven, the pair were also on a constant hunt for new ways to send one another soaring into the shameless ether. Ass play had been less a part of Rob's arousal world before he met Dani, but her insatiable taste for so many things forbidden by old world mores opened his mind, as she opened his eyes and his startled anus to some of the most extraordinary pleasuring he had ever felt in his fucking life.

It didn't take long for Rob to fall in love with the way Danielle could fire off all of his orgasmic rockets at once (even from buttons he didn't know he had), just by adding some emboldened ass toying to her already brilliantly administered, edging oral assaults, and other assorted depravities.

More and more, these two wild creatures would push the envelope and prod one another into new adventures they sensed looming on their sexual horizons. 

"Why not try it once?" Danielle would say, when she saw him balking at one of her latest lascivious ideas. "If we don't like it, we'll toss it out of the repertoire. You might just fucking love it, baby!  Or are you afraid of owing me for that?" and she would let out the wickedest laugh ever.

She knew that, in the end, Rob would willingly to rise to any challenge she tossed his way, even if it took him a little time to process what he'd said yes to. And as for the "never do list" boundaries, they already knew they were on the same page there, so other than that list, nothing was off limits.

Today, they went shopping at a relatively new adult store that had opened very close to Danielle's place of work. She giggled when she texted him about the store's debut. "This is dangerous. I may end up owning the entire place and all of its contents by the end of the week! Eeps!"

The original intent of their excursion was to first check the place out, and if it was a nice venue to buy things, then together they could pick out a new, slightly larger girlcock for Dani's strap-on harness. Rob was loving the rides she'd given him when the fancy struck, but his back door was ready and willing to take in something longer and wider for a meatier slamfest. That thought alone made Danielle's insides quiver, and gush just enough to soak any pair of panties within striking distance. 

Oh, she had even more plans for him, for them, and maybe with a few joiners down the road. And she knew he'd be ready for those one day soon. But, for now, the mere thought of impaling this dominant-leaning man, and fucking his hot little ass like he was her wanton willing boytoy, both for her own orgasmic pleasures and his, made her soak her inner thighs at the most inappropriate moments.

The store, dubbed "Dreams Come True" (their site address read "dreamscumtrue"), was brilliantly put together. It was clean, creative and classy, and was stocked to the ceiling with so many things to fawn over, grab at and fantasize about. Five minutes in the place and the lovers wondered if they'd ever get out of there without stripping down completely and offering to try everything out right there on the floor. as a live in-store demo team.

As they headed toward the strap-on dildos, Danielle stopped dead in her tracks.

"Oh my god in dirty fucking heaven!" She lifted up an enormous double headed dildo, which looked, at first glance, to be almost as big as her arm. She was drooling from the inside out, and suddenly could not imagine why this idea had never come up before. She knew why: they'd been too enraptured with every other carnal inspiration they'd adopted, so who needed to look for more? However, with this thick weighty monster toy in her grasp, she couldn't stop envisioning all of the perverse possibilities. Rob could almost hear Dani's cunt gurgling and her clit squealing with joy.

She looked at Rob with those big "You know you wanna" eyes. 

"I know", she hummed, "It's bigger than anything we've had in our asses, but, just think...at least we'll both be taking all of that in... together." She let that visual sink into his gluttonous. prurient mind, and she gently leaned into him as she handed him the heavy package, and curled her hands about his taut ass. 

"I will if you will."  She could tell he was surrendering to the idea. 

"I'll bet I can take more than you can" she dared him. 

"You're on!" he snapped back.  Rob just hated being bested without a tryout, and now Danielle had a new obscene dream about to cum explosively true.

**

Once back home, the double-headed dare was on. The monster was out of its case, cleaned and readied for some succulent, hot play. Lube and other implements were at bedside, and in a naked heartbeat, Rob felt Danielle's impatient hands reaching around from behind him to unleash his blushing ass from his jeans and boxers. Before he knew it, his clothes were hugging his ankles and she had him pushed and leaning over the bed, so his knees were at the end of the mattress and his delicious ass was poised for her first bold ploy.

"You need more warming up than me, baby." Dani teased him. "But you'll get your turn too. Remember, two heads, two asses, we both get the same down and dirty, ass-ruining ride." 

And as those words spilled from her mouth, Danielle's tongue slipped into the crack of his ass, and once she wet his nervous whistle, her fingers began to nuzzle their way inside of him, gently prodding open his tight rear door. He was melting into her luscious tease, because he already knew the places she could take him with her eloquent tongue and her lewd, brazen will. In no time his cock was being licked along its undershaft, and three fingers were spreading his anus open, and pushing their insistent way in, heading closer and closer toward her delicate knuckles.

Rob began pushing back onto Dani's hand, almost daring her to insert the missing digits and just fist him, but before anything more erupted between them, he whispered to her, as his ass suddenly clamped down on her burrowing fingers, "Don't go anywhere with those...." 

Without warning, he reached underneath, and yanked Danielle's slim body right through his legs and onto the bed. His strength and agility so often took his girl by sheer surprise, and this time it actually took her breath away. "Fuck", she growled, "How do you do that?" And in her mind, she was thinking "Just turn me upside down and fuck my brains out, will you?"

In no time, the wild pair were stripped bare, nipping and biting one another wherever they could reach. Rob's fingers took a little detour into Dani's now sopping cunt-gates, first to have a long taste of his favorite syrup, and then to lube his feelers up with Eau de Danielle.  And though Rob's probing fingers were soon making their way into widening her yawning back passage, both of the lovers knew they were going need a little more help with the warm-up for this monster of a two-headed snake.

"One toy each, one toy only, before the big guy" Rob declared. 

Dani loved the new game's call, and toppled him over to get to the toys first. She grabbed her suction cup dildo and tossed him the strap-on girlcock out of its harness. They tussled over the lube, and ended up devouring each other's mouths while slathering both toys in slippery, flavored goo.

When they were ready, brilliant Danielle turned the tables on his expectations. She pushed Rob to the bed and licked her suction cup, and attempted to secure it to his chest. When it wouldn't quite stay, she put his hands at the base and told him to hold it steady. She was in for the long, salacious tease, and he was about to get the most incredible view of her squatting over him and lowering herself, bit by squirming bit, onto this long, veined dong. Once it was securely inside of her moaning ass' grip, she began sliding with a taunting wriggle, bidding him to hold the base steady, and the sounds she made alone had Rob's cock standing at attention and dripping steadily away.

Dani leaned forward as she knelt down on the bed, encouraging Rob to tilt the dildo a bit so she could keep riding it in his view. She lapped away at his own leaking cockhead as she wriggled and fucked the toy for his pleasure. "Mmmmm, this is my reward for the hottest warm-up performance." She popped his mushrooming head in and out of her lush lips, then as he was losing all focus, she wickedly stopped and said, "Okay, your turn."

She reached back for him to pass her the lubed girlcock, and reminded him to keep the base of her impaler steady. She playfully spanked his balls to get him to spread his legs and lift them for her, and the ache that was already in his filling sac had him groaning aloud with her open-handed swats. Danielle then set to the task of giving Rob's ass a reminder lesson in how she loved to fuck her man. She took the slickened girlcock and shallow-fucked his hole's shuddering iris, until it willfully relaxed and begged her for more.

Once, her plunging toy was deep enough within him, Dani soon found a thrusting rhythm that Rob was happily surrendering to. She began to shove that girlcock into him as far and as fast as she could, all the while sliding up and down on the one in her own ass. Already the twin harmonic sounds of gathering lust had them both wondering if they'd ever make it to the big double header. 

Danielle purred as they slowed the prep-rocking, "God, this ass-to-ass fuck is going to be amazing... every shove will take us both deeper. Oh, fuck, I wonder if we can take enough of it in to make our asses touch."

Rob added, in between his panting breaths, "I wonder if we can cum without touching ourselves."

Let's try to do it, baby!" Dani squealed. "Make me cum with just your asscock fucking mine." 

Rob decided on another game rule. "If our asses touch, we can reach back and play with the other and make them cum. No self-touching at all."

Dani was growling now. "Oh my fucking heavens, YES!"

She turned her head back. "I'm ready. Let's do it now!" Rob was lost in her girlcock's push, so she stopped it abruptly and spanked his balls again.

"Fucking hell!" he yelled, and he spanked her ass back in retort, quite hard a few times, leaving burning hand prints in his wake.

She roared back to him, "You're only gonna make me want that more!"

Rob let out a long near-howl as she slowly, then swiftly unsheathed her girlcock from his reamed ass' canal. And in response, he pushed Dani forward and did the same thing to her hot little impaled hole, tugging the faux phallus from inside of her until it loudly popped our of her anal wink's grasp, which made her almost shriek. She turned to dive onto him and their tongue-fucking kisses lasted for a brief eternity, as the heat between them was already more than most people would bear.

Danielle reached for the big two-headed snaking cock they were about to share, and opened her mouth to envelop one end's wide umbrella'd head, letting her tongue flick out the way she did to Rob's cock, any time she wanted to turn his will to running jelly. 

"C'mon, baby, suck it." she teased him. "I will if you will." 

And her insides went completely liquid when her man opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around the opposite end of this thick, horsey-sized toy. She longed to watch him suck a real cock one day, but she had no idea how close that was to really happening. This moment gave her the first hint. The two lovers locked eyes, and  tried to match each other's oral skills, move for move, depth for depth. Danielle's nipples were near to bursting and her clit spun like a sparkling pinwheel as her hot cunt wept for triumphant carnal joy.

As if that weren't enough, she grabbed the lube and soaked her end of the giant cock, then handed the lube over for him to do his. "Boys first" she insisted, simply because she called it before he did. 

"C'mon, time to ride the big boy, big boy!" She straddled Rob in reverse again, and to distract him from the initial stretch, she pushed her gorgeous cunt into his face and wiggled it over him, just as the big fat cockhead kissed his slippery anus' gateway.

When she pushed inward with the big mushroomed head, Rob's hips rose right off the bed, and she pressed her pelvis back onto him, smothering his face. Then she let the huge head slip out of him again for a moment. 

Holy fucking fuck!!" he growled. 

"I know. baby" she answered. "I'm taking the same thing shortly, and my little asshole is way tighter and smaller than yours, Mister.  So, buck up, baby." She demanded. "You're not going to give up already, are you?" She wiggled her hips over his face again. 

No, he wasn't about to be shown up by a girl, and she knew it. Dani returned to the breaching task, and this time, when she pushed the monster phallus inward, it was far enough inside him to stay. She smiled at the elongated curses coming from Rob's throat, and she began toying with his ass, using her hand to vibrate and wiggle and push the fat cock inward. 

She heard him cry "Jeeeesus", just before she felt his hand hard-paddle her ass and clit again, which of course, she leaned into sluttishly and happily.  And the heat of that spanking made her shove his end of the game cock in ever deeper.

Danielle rawr'd when it was far enough into his panting ass to be considered ready for fucking. 

"Mmmmm, someone likes a big cock in his ass, doesn't he?. Shall we get you a nice big horsie to fuck, baby?"  His answer was more open-handed paddling on her already marked cheeks, which let up only when Dani wrapped her lips around Rob's dripping hardness and took it in enough to completely make his eyes roll backwards in his skull. 

When Rob could speak again, he teased back. "Well, you'll have to fuck the horse too then, it's only fair -  and you have two holes he'll want." The pair laughed together, then Rob said, 

"C'mon, time to get your sexy ass filled up too, hot cheeks!" And to punctuate his intent, he shoved his tongue into her ass so deep, with a fast-fucking motion, she begged him not to stop.... EVER!! 

Danielle rolled off of him with a push of his strong arms, and nearly melted with the sizzling sight of her man with a chunky dildo stuffed in his sweet mancunt. She decided one more tease was due. She knelt facing him, and bent the meaty-viened toy upwards, re-lubed her end, and like with the suction cup cock, she wriggled like a ravenous street whore on its big head to let Rob watch the vulgar pleasure it was giving her. This time it was her eyes nearly rolling backwards as she felt the huge monster spread her tight hole wider than she thought it would. And with every move she made, the length of the toy played with the other end that was inside of Rob's bottom, and now both lovers were moaning and quietly cursing together.

The angle wasn't quite working for any deeper penetration, so Dani finally let it slip out, and she begged Rob to turn over, then smirkingly bade him to lift his ass like a good cock whore. He played along, or he tried to, thinking he could wiggle his ass the way she did. But every move he made, even just turning himself over, had him oooh-ing and ahhhh-ing and making savage sounds he'd never heard himself make before. Every nuance of motion made the huge head inside him taunt his prostate and kiss the entire length of his passage it was filling. And Danielle was loving every second of this delectably dirty show. 

When he was finally in place on all fours, she took one more liberty, grabbed a love-paddle from the toy stash, and made sure his ass was as red hot as he had made hers, while she vibrated his side of the dildo enough to make him squirm and go almost breathless with the thundering sensations.

She then turned away from her moaning man, mirroring his all-fours stance, backed herself into him enough to grab her end of the monster dildo, and this time, she would truly work this beast into her tiny, tight hole. Once again, every move affected his ass from rim to head-depth, and the pair were soon making echoing sounds of guttural filth to rival the other. At one point, when Rob  could look back over his shoulder, he was thrilled  to see his gorgeous girl laying her head down on the bed, arching her mouth-watering pelvis and pushing back onto this near-fist-sized cock like her life depended on it.

They were now set for the fiercest ass-fucking ever, both of them already panting and both already gently rocking on each other. In this non-stop movement, they were testing the flexibility of the beast cock against each other, and in between their uncontrollable soft moans, they traded new taunts.

"You ready to fuck my ass, Mister?" Danielle asked. 

"More than you know, babydoll" Rob grunted back.

"Whoever takes the most cock wins" Dani challenged. 

"Whoever cums hardest without touching, wins!" Rob riposted.

"No self touching" he added,

"Only touching the other if we're close enough" Dani happily finished his sentence.

"C'mon, fuck me horsey boy!" she shouted. And without an answer, Rob shoved his hips back into Dani's and both lovers howled at the force of the huge phallus driving hard into their deeply-plowed insides.

The meat of the monster-fuck was on, and with every ramming push toward the cock's center, and every thrust toward their panting, penetrated partner, the raw ass-splitting sensations sent them both into new heights of vocal ferocity and verbal filth. They were both shouting obscenities to all the deities who had ears. Both Rob's swaying penis and Danielle's swollen cuntwalls were weeping tears of pre-cum rain, speckling the sheets with warm, slippery musk. 

Swiftly the foul language turned to daring, dirty talk. Rob growled that he longed to see Danielle do this dirty dance with her uptight girlfriend, Nikki, whose hot body Dani had crushed on forever, but who was too much of a prude to think about even kissing a girl. The very visual of sharing this kind of ass-fuck with the unyielding girl she lusted after, made Danielle shout back that Rob could fuck Nikki's throat as they did, and Dani would tongue dive for his cum afterward in some endless kissing with her prudish hottie friend. Then she said, " No, I'd rather eat your cum from her sweet pussy... so hold off until after we're done, then fuck away!"

With every lewder and louder dirty scenario they tossed over their grimacing shoulders, Rob and Dani would shove their pumping, penetrated rumps towards one another. Danielle could tell they were getting closer to actual body touch, and maybe finally touching each other for the final trigger trips. She rasped that she might not need him to even touch her now, and if he did, one graze to her clit and she'd be screaming so loudly, the fire company might arrive.

Rob, too, could tell they were nearing the middle meeting place, so he reached back with one long arm, and was able to grab Dani's thigh to add a pull to every rocking, forced push. And with that, the pair renewed their final shoving match, both bodies on sensory overload, vibrating from the inside out, both throats raw from near bellowing; both sets of bones hovering on the launch pad, ready for the raging, cosmic explosion to hit.

Danielle couldn't quite reach Rob's cock, so she threw her dirtiest visual yet to his ringing ears, to see how much it could set him or her off. "I want to watch you do this with your buddy Michael." She said with a wicked dare. "Fuck, you two hot assed boys, fucking like this?? Do you have any idea what that would do to me??" She bayed like a coyote in heat. "I'll lie underneath you both and suck your cocks together as you do... or maybe try and stuff both of your dicks in my little cunt once your asses are close enough to fuck me together... how about that, my dirty ass-fucker??"

Just at that moment, when they were both gasping at the ever-deepening penetration and the ramped-up visuals, their two asses finally met and rolled against each other. Dani's hand managed to catch Rob's cock and with one squeeze had him fly off with an animalistic orgasmic roar. And with the wild wriggling and the visual of Rob and his buddy Mike in a naked ass-lock like this one, Danielle went soaring off with him in a stratospheric, naked nano-second.

The lovers' two asses tried to stay kissing and rolling against each other, until one or the other of them decided to fuck the big snake again. The long wrist-thick double impaler reminded each of their inner cores that nearly every inch of its length was buried in one dirty hole or the other.  And both sets of raging orgasms rolled on and on in endlessly echoing waves with such fiery intensity, that the breached lovers felt like they were on the edge of losing consciousness. 

By the time the wild ride began to subside, their sheets were as soaked as their flesh - drenched in sweat and cum and exquisite, drooling fuck-bliss. Their bodies would not stop moving and shaking, swaying and rolling against one another, causing more echoing spikes, adding to the trail of aftershocks from the most intense climaxes either could remember (though even remembering their names might be difficult in this moment).

And as Rob and Dani finally agree to unsheathe the monster, they began to very slowly move apart, and with every inch of the phallus bared, there were more sweet obscenities and more unannounced thrustbacks for one more ass-fucked sensation.

The couple collapsed into a purring, nipping, cum-drenched ball of filthy joy. And after a long, lush makeout session, Danielle had one final dare to make.

She lifted the freed and sullied monster, and intently flipped it around to the opposite way they had used it.

"Suck and clean my side off, and I'll do yours..."  She let her tongue out to curl up and take a first taste.

"I will if you will." 

Rob was already in. He do anything for her after that feral bout of reaming ambrosia. And one look at him swallowing a giant cock again had Danielle's clit swelling, readying for round 2.. of whatever she could get going.

As she watched, all she could think was "I wonder how much of that he can swallow...."

 

The Party Corner

11/06/2014

 
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Lauren and Eric had some very classy, well-to-do, perfectly perverse friends, who began throwing parties for “dating meetups”, they called it, of any and all flavors. These festive nights, however, were becoming more and more about blatant sexual networking.

Sex wasn’t encouraged at these gatherings; there were no glory holes or dark rooms for orgies, or one-on-ones or anything in between. But if something did combust, as long as it was done discreetly, it wasn’t frowned upon or interrupted, because a little voyeuring seemed to ramp up the attendees, sell a little more booze,  and assure the party hosts of a good healthy gathering each time one was thrown. And frankly, it was fucking hot to watch. Only the crass were asked to take it outside.

Lauren and Eric had gone to a few of these lush parties, first for the titillation, then for the sizzling hot voyeur shows that would erupt out of nowhere, and also for the ensuing rabid sex they would end up having afterwards in the car, inside their front door (they once almost went at it on the lawn), or even on the hood of Eric’s shiny ride in the parking lot the last time, doubly hopped up on who might catch them.

Lauren was also continuing to encourage Eric’s budding bi-curious side, keeping his expanding dirty mind and evolving sexuality lubed and hungry for new horizons, in the hopes that he might move from “curious” to “I’ll have some of that, please”. 

Lauren herself was quietly bi -well, not that quiet. She just hadn’t told Eric everything yet. And though the couple had no designs that evening to participate or become the sex sideshow du jour, together or otherwise, they were about to turn an obscenely orgasmic corner this night with little warning.

Lauren asked her girlfriend, Nicole, to join them there, in case something juicy erupted she needed to share in a girlish moment.

"And why not?" she purred to Eric, "The more the pervier."

Nicole was a secret, now and then playtoy of Lauren’s, though Eric had yet to discover that fact. Lauren was easing them both towards a hot threesome night sometime soon, where all would be revealed and then some. As the the couple met up with Nicole and waited for the simmering, dirty deeds to ignite, the girls got chatting and Eric went off for more drinks.

Lauren grabbed Nicole’s hand mid-sentence, when she saw a dashing younger man chatting her beau up, and she secretly prayed that Eric wouldn’t brush the boy off too swiftly. Lauren tried not to be obvious, but this was already the one of the steamier things she had seen here - her man being hit on by a hot guy , and one she wouldn’t mind sharing with him, after the men had some filthy, delicious play time together. She could see Eric nodding towards her and gesturing that he had to deliver the drinks. Her heart sunk a little, but she noticed the young man still watching and waiting.

When he arrived, the girls were softly cooing at the handsome boy on Eric’s tail. Lauren leaned in quietly and said,

"He was flirting with you. Big time. Did you like it?" 

Eric went all awkwardly bashful, stuttering through the guy’s name “Geoff with a G”, and Lauren stopped him from having to explain any more.

"Baby, it looks like he’s dying to finish your conversation. Go and talk to him; flirt with him if you want to. Do whatever feels right to you. Nicole and I will leave you alone so you’re not being watched". Then she added with a wink, "Unless you want me to watch."

She punctuated that last insinuation with an unseen swipe of his half-risen crotch, lest the boy have his eyes on them too closely. Then she gave Eric that deep, genuine smile that said she adored him in every way, and simply whispered that he should go explore and have some fun on his own.

Lauren grabbed her drink, handed the second to Nicole, and waved to Eric as she wandered off casually. But once Nicole and she rounded the first corner, the girls hunted for a lookout point where Eric would not catch them spying. As it turned out, Geoffrey was keeping Eric’s attention pretty much where Geoff wanted it, so after a time, Eric forgot where he was and who he was there with.

Lauren could tell the boy was enamored of Eric’s form and his sweet, honest soul. There were casual touches - nothing blatant, but even those innocent reaches told a desirous tale indeed. No doubt Eric mentioned that he was new to any man to man contact in some unconsciously endearing manner. And Lauren nearly spilled her drink when she looked about after a lengthy discussion with Nicole about God knows what, and saw that the men had vanished.

She told Nicole urgently to look upstairs, while she sleuthed around the downstairs, but after a time, the two girls reconvened with no idea where the men had disappeared to. They girls headed for the bathroom, and just as Lauren made it to the door, she heard some quiet voices around the corner. She froze, then tiptoed about to see what she could see.

There they were, in an off the hallway room, and at that very moment, Geoff’s mouth was smothering Eric’s in the hottest manlove kiss Lauren had ever imagined. And when she noticed Eric’s body rocking the way he does when he’s being toyed with below, Lauren nearly gasped aloud with excitement at the sight of Eric’s fully-erect, gorgeous cock in the deft, silken hands of this seductive, younger man.

It was happening right before her eyes, and Lauren thought she was just going to cum right there all over herself and the floor beneath her. She wouldn’t even take her eyes off the hypnotic show to wave Nicole in, because just as she thought to, Geoff began dropping to his knees and tugging Eric’s pants to the floor. 

The brilliance of this gorgeous man-to-man cock worshipping suckfest was enough to send Lauren into orbit, but when Eric began helping it happen, pulling Geoff’s head in deeper from the back of his neck, feeding the younger man every inch of his cock and more, Lauren was a softly moaning, rocking puddle, and she didn’t much care whether it was cum or pee wetting her thighs… or both.

As the stunning cock-swallowing ramped up and Eric headed toward a cum-dumping muffled howl, the girls were now grabbing at each other, hands in one another’s panties, digging for whipped up honey, meaning to head into the carnal stratosphere right along with him.

Lauren started to orgasm the moment she saw her Eric jerk his body, in that telltale spasm he has just before he shoots off the first jets of his sweet, drowning seed. And as he fucked the young man’s throat mercilessly (God, she knew how that felt) and emptied an enormous load into this brilliant boy’s gullet, Lauren had become oblivious to the fact that there was now a crowd behind her, watching both the men in the lascivious act, and the women making each other writhe and explode from it all.

Geoffrey finally stood, sticky lust dripping from his chin, and the two men smiled at each other with soft, wicked bliss on their faces. Lauren melted completely when she saw her man pull Geoff in for a sopping, cum-filled throat kiss, something he had only ever done with her. The kisses eased and turned into teasing lip bites, and Geoff seemed not to want to let go of Eric’s glistening cock shaft.

When the men parted, Geoff breezed by the girls with a purring, soaked smile, and Lauren looked back to see her man grinning broadly at her. He was sated and happy, half-shocked at his own bravado, but there was another glint in his eyes. Lauren went beet red when she realized that she and Nicole still had their hands half buried in one another’s sopping cunts.

As the trio put themselves back together, and Nicole left the couple alone, Lauren leaned in to praise and bless her man for this stunning, filthy surprise, but was unable to find the words, she was so ecstatic. In her sassiest voice, she wryly said, “Well, I hope you got his number.”

Eric kissed her deeply, his mouth still coated in his own sucked and fed cum.

"He’s coming over Saturday. To join us. He likes girls too."  Lauren wrapped herself around Eric with a wanton groan, hanging onto him like he was going to float away.

Eric leaned down and whispered.

"You should invite Nicole. I need to watch some of that too…"

 

Accidental Contact

11/06/2014

 
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He swore that he didn’t mean to send me those photos. He even went as far as taking a screenshot of his phone to show me that he’d gotten two names mixed up in his contact list. I believed him. He was honest enough about his quiet, occasional bisexuality, that if he’d meant to send it, he would have said so, even with a wicked joke. He apologized profusely, then sent me screenshot #2 showing me the fixed contact list.

The funniest thing about it was the pics were meant for a new girl he was chasing. One was a full frontal nude cropped below the chin, showing him holding his very lush thick erection. The second was a rear shot of him lying on his back, multi-fingering his ass with his feet in the air. Both very enticing to anyone prone to erotic male nudes. I smiled to myself, knowing the girl they were originally intended for.

'How can I make this up to you?” He texted sincerely.

I made him wait. I kept looking at his photos, wondering if I dare let him know that I actually liked what I saw - and if given the chance, the right set of circumstances, I just might…

"I"ll think of something. ; )",  I answered, letting that ring in the air.

"Ok. Just  please don’t share those pics. Delete away."

There was a long pause, then he added, “Or enjoy them. If you do, ummm, enjoy them, let me know how much.”

There was the door. All I had to do is peek in.

"I will." is all I said.

Enough time elapsed that the chat was over. Hours later, a curious inquiry came from him.

"Deleted? Or enjoyed?"

"Neither. Yet."

"So, you might? Enjoy?"

"I might. They’re very… good."

"Thank you."

A long silence. Then an added comment from him, gently offering me the key to said door.

"No obligation, but, better in person. Just saying."

"I imagine so." I left it at that. I was still undecided, but I also liked the idea of the tease, keeping him wondering and wanting.

I perused those two photos again. He was masculine, yet sensual, appropriately aggressive,  yet switchy enough for me to call the shots. Especially for the first outings, if I dared to indulge. And more than anything, he didn’t push after he offered. That I appreciated immensely.

I dropped him a little surprise later. “If I did come to see the goods in person, I can’t guarantee I’ll buy. This is a new for me. New horizons I’m considering. I have to take it at my own speed.”

"Understood."  He let that settle in. Than made a counter offer: "If you like, you can look, touch, even sample without obligation. Your speed, no drama. I’d be honored that you’d even want to. Never imagined you would."

Another lingering pause.

"You free Friday?" I asked.

"Yes. Pick a time. I’ll send you the address of my… showroom. ;)"

Why not, I thought. He was just right looks-wise for me, if I chose to venture that way. He seemed open to whatever does or does not occur. I needed that option and he offered it freely.

Then the word “sample” kept running around in my head. I wondered what he would consider a sample. I’m sure I could try a little close-up viewing with touch, maybe a taste here or there. If it’s irresistible, I could try negotiating for a test drive. He seemed interested enough in spoiling a curious straight man to give that a possibility a green light. If not, I’ll pass.

I texted back: “Friday. 7PM. Send me the addy. FYI: To me, the goods are important, the feel, the taste. But chemistry is everything when the timing is right.”

"Understood. No obligation to buy. Feel free to test… everything."

Then he sent me the address. My cock stayed half erect for the remainder of the day, from the taunting breeze licking at me from the other side of that depraved door.

That night, still stirred by the unplanned step into uncharted waters, I opened his photos and proceeded to lose myself in filthy visions of what might come to be, as I stroked vigorously at my needy cock. I came in raging buckets all over myself as I imagined the best case scenario of how Friday night could go. I was definitely ready for this ride, if the mount was healthy and a good match.

I whispered to myself as I licked up my own spurted cum from my still shaking fingers,  “Game. Fucking. On.”

To Be Continued, of course…

 

The Lake - Part 2

11/06/2014

 
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As Rob’s fist found its way into his friend Jake’s thick hair, and his rigid cockmeat pulsed against his buddy’s soft lips and slippery tongue, he had that moment of disbelief that suddenly flashes when you dare to step into something you never imagined you’d want. He cased the perimeter for privacy, as his mind raced to comprehend his own choice. But as he looked down again, he could see Jake patiently grinning up at him with a mouthful of fever-thickened cock, giving Rob the freedom of this questioning moment at hand. Nothing was spoken, but in that millisecond, Rob tossed his doubts to the shameless winds, and surrendered to the scintillating feeling that was emanating from his half-swallowed shaft, as it rocketed a heady, lewd rush throughout his entire being. His fingers locked into Jake’s curls, and a slow motion hip-rocking began out of pure orgasmic instinct. If Jake hadn’t had his face full of sliding man meat, he would have hissed a long “Yeesssss”.

As Rob looked down on the lusciously vulgar display he was headlining, he discovered a new lascivious flavor of arousal. He had certainly had some stellar females on their knees to swallow his long cock and jettisoned seed, but with them, there was always that unspoken awareness of their more delicate physical nature, so he would often hold back the more savage fury with most. There was something intrinsically unbridled in having a sturdy male opening willfully for his pleasure, and it whispered to his libido, “Time to let it ALL loose…no holding back!”

So, when Rob began to really force-feed his mushroomed head near-past Jake’s vibrating larynx, he could feel the growl of lustful hunger for more echo back through his obscene bones. He could also feel Jake’s fingers digging into his asshole and pulling him in even further, as the fire between them ramped up to a place that Rob had yet to experience. He slammed onward relentlessly, and in a mad moment of bestial face-fucking, he nearly toppled Jake onto his back, save for the sturdy tree behind his sucking mate, and this stumble created their first panting break in the carnal action.

"You okay?" Rob asked through his labored breathing.

"Oh, yeah." was Jake’s wickedly happy reply. 

Rob looked down to see Jake’s gorgeous cock seeping pre-cum like a weeping volcano, showing Jake clearly being in heaven over their al fresco mouth-to-cock coupling. Something about that visual made Rob kneel in close and stroke Jake as their eyes locked.

"Fuck, you are soaked." Rob had often used those  words with women, and in that remembrance, he did exactly what he did with the girls. He took his hand glistening with Jake’s precum, smeared it across his friend’s still parted mouth, then leaned in and kissed him hard. Jake’s heat index soared from the sensuous assault, and in no time the men had their cocks locked to and sliding against one another through a two-fisted tunnel, until Jake broke it with a desperate, hoarsely whispered plea.

"Fuck me, Rob, please. My throat, my ass, I don’t care. Just take me and fill me. I want to feel you explode inside of me. I want to make you cum like you never have before."

Rob’s mind was already there, running ahead, already calculating what he most wanted. There was a hovering pause, then Rob yanked both himself and Jake to their feet, turned his prey to face the tree and bent Jake over, unfolding and steadying his stance like a portable card table. Jake obviously wanted Rob to rule this moment, and Rob greedily took the reins.

"Grab some trunk and spread ‘em, fuck boy", Rob smirked, which Jake had nearly done before the end of Rob’s sentence.

There was this lush, willing, pretty asshole staring at Rob through the lilting breeze, dilating and clamping shut in a “please force me open, I dare you” rhythm. Those muscular cheeks formed a perfect cleft that Rob began riding in a long tease as his mind wrapped around the one thing he realized that they were missing.

"What about lube, Jake?"

"Spit works. Do it. Give me your cock first."

Jake reached back, pulled Rob forward so he could christen the invader with his own spit. And while he did, Rob reached down again for the glycerine’d precum hanging from Jake’s cock tip, and smeared that first into the purring, dirty hole he was about to breach.  Rob stepped back to his perch, leaned over, and spit and licked and fingered and pre-cum-slicked Jake’s taunting anal ring, until it yawned open as if it could form the word, “Now!”.

Jake’s hold on the tree tightened as Rob’s fully swollen head nuzzled right into the target’s thrust point. Rob held there for a moment, prompting Jake to push back to incite the ride.

Rob had a wicked, Dom sort of moment, as he quietly but intently said, “Beg me. Tell me what you want, what you need, Jake.”

"Fuck!", Jake moaned. Somehow, Rob knew exactly how to set this off right, and Jake pleaded earnestly. "Fuck me, Rob please. Bury your balls in my ass and leave a bucket or three of cum there. Pretty fucking please!!"

Rob smirked to himself, and whispered back, “I thought you’d never ask.”

In the next nanosecond, Rob locked his grip to Jake’s widespread hips, and shoved himself as far inward as the spit lube would allow him on first thrust, and in that moment, both men let out raw moans that shook the lake shore’s serenity. Rob reached under Jake again for more pre-cum to lube his shaft with, then returned to the mounting forced-peg-in-hoie match, that both bodies were now straining to accomplish.

Once again, Rob felt no need to hold back on his ferocity with such a virile form as his receptacle, so he rammed his meat into the tight, close, humid heat of Jake’s enveloping ass canal like a drill spike pole-driving to reach the earth’s core. The men were both soon growling obscenities, slamming against one another, neither one holding an ounce of sexual savagery back. The tree was shaking and any denizen of the branches had long since flown off, or jumped away from the fury of the quake below.

When Rob hit balls deep inside of Jake’s acquiescent asshole the first time, he had to stop from the incredibly vibrant, razor-edged sensory arousal on his entire organ, from tip to balls to base, even back to his own tingling asshole. Both men needed a breather actually, though the fucking was far from done. Rob leaned forward, kissing and nipping at Jake’s back, unconsciously reaching for Jake’s slippery rock hard cock, which he stroked lovingly as he panted his words.

"This. Is sooooo. Fucking. Good." Then came a long pause where Rob was about to ask something that Jake could sense already.

"Don’t label it, Rob. it’s just you and I enjoying something new together. We can do this again. or not."

Rob laughed. “Yeah, like ‘not’ is a fucking possibility.”  Both men laughed.

"You still like girls right? Jake asked. "Fuck, yes." Rob answered.

"Well, there ya go. Don’t label it. Just fuck me and enjoy it. And invite a girl next time to join us if you want."

Rob began to rock gently into Jake’s ass, while finessing more long, taunting strokes along Jake’s cock-length.

"You know what I want, Jake?"

"What?"

"I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum. I want us to cum together if we can. But I’m going to make you cum from this ass-fucking, and from whatever hand job I can muster. When you cum, I’m going to make sure it’s all over your own face.’

Jake muttered “Oh, Jeeessuuss” under his breath, just as Rob started pummel-fucking his ass into the tree bark again. As the pounding ramped up ever further, and the woodland creatures scattered from the rabid sounds being echoed through the rippling air, Rob was ramrodding his cock’s full length into Jake’s split bottom harder than he’d ever fucked anyone anywhere before, and somehow still managing now and then to reach down and stroke Jake towards his own spurting peak.

Rob was buried deep in Jake’s ass, shoving forcefully inward and pulling out as far as he could without losing entry, as he leaned his long torso over the trembling Jake and grunted, “It’s time, Jake. You gonna cum for me?”

"Fuck yes!" Jake yelled, "Do it! Cum inside me! Pleeeease" Those were all the syllables he could manage.

Rob fought to hang onto Jake’s cock as he made his final slams into that luscious dark hole, heading for his own cum-dumping orgasm. When his trigger finally tripped, Rob roared with abandon into the stratosphere, and the rutting, spasm’d motions of Rob’s eruption took Jake right to the edge of his own precipice, wondering what would push him over.

As Rob’s seemingly endless cumwash emptied from his exploding body inside of Jake’s breached chasm, Rob began to fold over Jake again, as if to curl in and plumb for even more depth. As he did, he began a fast and furious pumping motion on Jake’s cock with his strong, supple hand, and in no time he could feel Jake’s orgasm hover, tremble, then fly.

As Rob continued to sully the depths of Jake’s ridden rump, he fought to stay conscious enough for perfect aim. And to be certain the deed hit the target, he used one hand to press Jake’s face downward to his chest, so he would be in the path of his own spattered lust.

Both men rolled and roared through peaks and valleys and aftershocks and sopping spoils’ spillage. Then their legs eventually gave way, and they found themselves in a pile of leaves and grass against the tree trunk, still rocking, softly moaning, neither of them wanting to stop moving or fucking. Ever.

For awhile, there was nothing but gasping and panting and filthy sated sounds coming from the pair in the pile, with Rob’s cock still pulsing inside of Jake’s soaked innards.

"Jesus, Rob, you fuck like a champion. You can do me anytime you like."

"Your ass, Jake. Nice fucking hot place to burrow into. Fuck!"

There was a long pause as both men let the sounds of the woods fill the crackle of silence between them.

Jake spoke first. “How about a dip in the lake to wash off our delicious dirty sins.”

"Perfect" replied Rob as he began to wriggle out of the tight little rear hole of Jake’s he was buried in.

As the two uncoupled, it was the first face to face they’d had in the aftermath. There was another awkward silence, then Jake said, “You okay?”

"Yeah"

"Don’t worry, we’re not boyfriends now." Both of them laughed. "But we can play like this whenever you and I get the urge."

"Deal." Rob said with a smile, silently whispering to himself that he might have to fuck Jake’s ass again before they left this very day. Once wasn’t going to be enough for something this good. Not today.

Rob laughed suddenly in the tenuousness of the moment. “You should see yourself, you’re a fucking mess”. He brushed the cum stuck leaves and dirt from Jake’s face and found one patch of unsullied cream and licked it off before kissing Jake again. It seemed to seal the secret pact.

"Mmmmm, you taste good." Rob said. "I’ll have to try sucking your cock some time."

"You’d better." Jake laughed. Then he looked down at Rob’s beautiful cock, covered in ass and cum. He pushed Rob backwards and leaned down for a long taste. Before he devoured the dipped shaft, he looked up at Rob and said, "We can’t leave all the good stuff in the lake."

Rob wondered if they would make it into the lake as Jake savored him over and over through the cocky clean up.

Then, as he moved up to share a soiled kiss, Jake gently added, “I really want to fuck your ass too sometime, Rob. If you’re up for it.”

Rob felt a renewed warmth, remembering some hot pegging he’d tried with a recent girlfriend. He pulled Jake into his face, and both men’s cocks found each other again like true rutting north.

"Yeah. I’m up for it. Had some girlcock there. It was great. I especially loved watching her get off on fucking me too, sooo…. maybe, face to face first time? I wanna watch you fuck me."

Jake was viscerally and visibly aroused in an instant with that thought.

Rob added quietly, “Always wondered what it would feel like to have the cock spurt inside me. Maybe after a dip. On the rock. If we’re still alone.”

The men sealed that idea with one more dirty kiss, then wandered off to rinse off their first feral coupling in the still of the lake. Just as they reached the water, Rob grabbed a handful of Jake’s flexed butt, and said,”I don’t know, Jake. Your ass may be addictive.”

Jake laughed and as he prepped to dive in, he echoed back, “I was kinda counting on that!”

To Be Continued….?

 

Beach Boy

11/06/2014

 
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It was not unlike a girl I had met one moonlit night on the beach, that one full summer when I worked at the shore. And though I’d toyed with the idea of this sort of impromptu entanglement, and even had a brief taste or two of my own sex prior, my instinctual drive with this all too willing temptation even took me aback at first.

I spent my days in Cape May sunning and reading and enjoying my three month escape from the mad city, while my nights were busy with bartending for cash, often followed by a welcome addition of being invited to sit in now and then, and sing with a couple of the late night bands after hours. There was a bounty of very pretty young and young-at-heart people in this once-retirees’ milieu. Had there not been, there would be no late night bars open and wailing endless rock and roll and blues ‘til 2am.

Having been happily entrenched in this summer paradise for a month or more, I’d already stumbled into some very hot brief affairs with girls who were out to make the most of their week or weekend getaways, and even with one local brunette curvy bartender, when we got the urge and our schedules matched up. The dirtier I got in this delicious fly-by-night playground, the more I wanted to push the boundaries in any and every way possible.

The things that led to this particular night had already been quietly brewing in my head, in some dark corners of my masturbatory fantasies. They were additionally fueled though by a couple of wild girls on a tear, telling me their secret kinkiest dreams, knowing they’d most likely never see me again.

The inspirational tales  were plentiful, and the ambiance was lushly seductive, to say the least. The nights were cool and star-lit, the minimally-clad body landscape was ever shifting. In another month, I knew I’d be scrambling for some last breaches into new feral places, planting some new nude memories for the carnal scrapbook of my depraved mind. The truth was, everyone came there to play, partnered or not.

It was after a long shift at the restaurant on a busy Friday night. I met a few mates at one of the still open, live-music bars to rest my weary legs after the long shift on my feet, watch the newbies flirt, and see if anyone needed a little late night bedding down. I was on the weary side, so I was not really on the hunt. I did sing a little with the blues band there, whipping up some inherent Philly soul from a white boy that often surprised everyone. I was always thrilled to find how much attention that got me.

There was one shy-ish girl with her female clan, and though she smiled at me more than once, and even shared some quiet, near-intimate talk in a corner, her posse dragged her away as I whispered that I hoped to see her before she left town. She looked so ready to stay, but unable to resist the peer pressure, so I let it go. The wanting was enough to make me happy for the nonce.

At closing, I wandered through the open mall heading toward my rented flat, which was a few blocks off, but only a half block from the beach. In the doing, I decided to wander about a bit this night, and just drink in the pristine salted air. As I walked past the closed shops and closing bars, I passed him twice, I think. The first time was on the mall, when I first nodded to him as I caught his blue eyes surprisingly locked onto mine. I could sense something going on there, but it didn’t quite look or feel like someone blatantly hitting on me - and if he was, he clearly wasn’t studied or comfortable with it yet.

The next time we crossed paths was maybe 7 minutes later at an intersection nearer to the beachfront, where it was clear he had circled back to see me again. There was eye contact and a little better light, but there was no exchange of words with this twenty-something in intently tattered jeans and an untucked dress shirt and tee. This time however, I noticed the fuller visual of him, though partly in shadow - long, lean, thick blondish hair and a shy and lightly needy demeanor.

I passed him once more and headed down to the lifeguard’s stand on the beach in the moonlight, not really sure what I wanted with this, and knowing for certain that he wasn’t quite sure either. But as my instincts told me from feeling his gaze follow me, five minutes or so later, I saw a shadow heading toward the same place I was at - my instincts were right. It was him. I climbed the chair to slip out of his view and sat waiting to see what he would do. He approached the chair looking about for me, without yet looking up, until I gave him a little scare.

"Lose something?"  He jumped, half panicked, then I added. "It’s okay. I know you were following me."


He looked all blushing and caught. I stayed on my perch. “Local? Visitor? Beach hobo?”  he laughed.

"I come down to Cape May when I can", he said softly and honestly." My girlfriend’s family has a place here, and she’s with them this weekend. But they’re not big on her inviting me to their house yet, so we meet, and ummm… play… when she can get away. She’s stuck with family for a couple of days right now, so…".

This was getting more interesting. I’d been prepared in my head for these kinds of collisions, and this one was shaping up to be something of a wicked blessing. I’d always wanted to get tangled up with a couple and see how that would play out. I jumped down and stood facing him, and let a long whiff of silence go by.

"Does she know you like men?" He got adorably blush-y again.

"I… I… um, kinda."

"What are you looking for?" I asked directly.

He hesitated then said, “Not really sure… just… company… or something.” It was the sound of the “or something” that betrayed him.

"Done this much?"

He shook his head no, then quietly said, “Not with guys, but I promised her I would never cheat with another girl. And no, I’ve only been with a guy once or twice… a bit, not everything. It was… nice… different…” He trailed off. I got the gist.

I smiled. “Would you tell her what we do, if we do something?”

He looked like he would but couldn’t quite form the words.

"Do you think she would like it?"

"I think so. I know she likes gay porn and watching guys do it like that."

I stepped in close. “Why me?” He blushed again. I could see it in the light.

"Your energy.. when you sing. And how you look…" he stumbled for the rest. That made me smile and a bit warmer.  The interrogation was done… for now. This was too good to resist.

I pulled him to the corner leg of the tall chair, pressed him against it and quietly said, “I’ve always wanted to try this…”. And I leaned in and started a long slow, mouth-prying and gradually deepening kiss. I let my hands wander, emboldened by the darkness and the unspoken request from a young man experimenting as much as I was. I’d had one or two man to man collisions before, but not for awhile, and not of this particular nature. I felt in complete command with someone who wanted to be led, but was not a whimpering sub. Just willing to be shown the way. I especially loved that he had a girlfriend to yank into the mix if I could wrangle it. I could.

And by the end, he was definitely kissing back. I just whispered “This kind of company?” as I rubbed his cock through his zipper, awakening his thickening genie. He almost sang his elongated yes.

"Shirts off, please"  I helped,  and as I did, "What’s your girlfriend’s name?"

Pretty upper body he had. Not cut, just firm and sleek and only a little hair. I studied it like Braille.

"Mollie"

"Open my shirt". He did.

"Ever fuck her on the beach?" I put his hand to my zipper as I undid his.

"Not yet. We want to…"

"And what do you ‘want to’ with me?"

He went silent again … until “Whatever you want.” That was a big clue. And that’s exactly what he was getting.

By now, our cocks were in each others’ hands, and kissing was swiftly morphing into nipping and nipple-biting. He was hard and big and dripping into my fist. I pressed our two cocks together and laced our hands about them as we rocked on one another, and grabbed away wherever we could manage. I loved the way he was moaning into the kisses.

I pushed his jeans to his knees and grabbed a handful of what felt like a perfect tight ass.

He panicked again momentarily “We’ll get caught!”

"We won’t. Under the chair. Now!" He turned, trying to keep his jeans from falling further, and the moment I saw his tight little butt in the moon’s glow, I knew I was going to have to fuck him. Things were about to really cross a bigger line so I stopped momentarily to check something.

"I’m very clean. You?" I demanded.  "No drugs, std’s?"

He whispered quietly that he was cleaner than clean. Mollie wouldn’t touch him otherwise. She was “too classy” and “we’ve done some… well, things.”

"Good dirty things, I hope. Anal things?"

"A little. She likes to suck me and use a vibe in my ass. it’s…"

"Fucking hot, right!" I finished that for him. "Tonight, you can suck me and I’ll put something hot in your ass."


I pressed him to kneeling and laced my fingers in his thick hair. I leaned down to kiss him hard again, then whispered, “I’ll make sure we don’t get caught. And you… you show me what good company you are.” I pressed him to swallow my hungry cock whole.

This boy went to town, not always graceful or studied, so I could tell he’d not been there often. However, he was so eager to please that he went for it cock, balls and sphincter play, and he did his best to choke as much of me inside him as he could. He tried pulling his jeans up but I wouldn’t let him. That ass was too good not to drool over and slip a  finger or three in for some warming up.

At one point, I pulled him back over top of me as I laid back on the sand, wiggling us to the center of the chair’s limited under-space. I made him swivel around so his pretty slippery cock was dangling over my face. Yeah, I wanted a taste and a playtoy to tease him, but mostly, I wanted to make some pre-cum and spit lube, and start to get that lusty little ass of his ready.

I pumped him and sucked him and took the spoils, added spit and started working it into his tight willing hole. He began to make too much noise, and without thinking, I actually spanked him a couple times and felt him cry out with his mouthful of me. I knew we didn’t have long in this public place.

I moved him to kneeling and I told him to hold on to the bottom wrung. I tugged his hips back and got him into perfect doggy position. I had to stop and drink in the beauty and the brazenness of this moment, drenched in the moon’s blush, and about to take this hungry hot naked boy for an ass-pounding, public fuck-ride in the sand.

I finally leaned down and toyed with his cock to whip up some more lube, added spit and fingered him knuckles-deep. This boy clearly loved anal. “Ever have a real cock in there.” He half-growled a “Nooo” loudly, like he’d been praying for it forever. The noises he makes were going to be trouble.
 
I had my wine opener still in my pocket, which had a blade, so I cut his Jockey’s off right from his legs and hips, and I stuffed them into his mouth. I spread him apart and popped my cockhead inside of him. It was a good thing he was now muzzled.

I had to work in slowly. He was tight and I kept adding spit and his pre-cum for lube. But once I was far enough inside of his arching rear portal, and he opened more and more to the thickening invasion, the rhythmic rocking began and soon I could slip in and out, tip to base, slamming and pounding, withdrawing and waiting for the muffled begging sounds, to pile-drive back inside. I leaned in as I fucked him, and kept a string of dirty talk going into his shivering ears.

"I’m liking your company more and more. You should really have Molly fuck your tight little asscunt with a strap-on dick when I’m not around. You do love this don’t you?" I kept fucking and stroking him, though never ceasing the look-around, lest we be found out.

I kept at him. “I want to watch Mollie finger herself while I do this to you. Maybe she’ll want some. Or want you to fuck her while I own you like this. I think she’d loooove being under you right about now.”

Our time and our safety was waning. I could see a couple wandering past our area, thankfully too far away, and I know patrols happened periodically here too.

I leaned in and stepped up the pace and took a fist to his shaft to pump him to bursting. “Fuck my hand” I commanded in a growled whisper. “Imagine it’s Mollie’s sweet moaning cunt under you while I ride your ass to heaven.”

That seemed to do it for us both. I could feel him on his edge, then tipping over it. His orgasm sparked mine which was just waiting for that extra wriggling spasm. Cum was spilled deep into the sand and ever so much deeper into his shaking bliss-fucked back door.

We stayed connected for a bit, as I rocked inside of him deeply, both of us still spilling the last jets of dirty cream; kissing his back and shoulders and me humming in his ear, “Goooood company”.

We both groaned when I withdrew, then I bade him dress asap, and I did the same.  That way the worst we could be accused of by a passing patrolman was loitering after hours.

I looked around again before zipping up, and said “Clean up time.” He leaned down like a good boy and sucked my cock squeaky clean of his ass and all its carnal spew. And he was so good about it, I pushed him down and did the same with his, lapping away at what little cum hadn’t spilled into the cool beach granules below.  Once again, I spied about, then moved in and made him share it all in some dirty kissing. I pulled him out from our hiding and fucking place, and we climbed up to sit on the lifeguard’s chair above the fray to settle, and breathe in what we just did.

He sat next to me. My hand went right to his warm, wet, but clothed crotch as I repeated “Yes, very gooood company.”
I loved watching his eyes roll back in his head. Words weren’t needed.

"So Mollie and….?"  I knew his girl’s name but not his.

"Nick."

Nice to… meat you, Nick.” He laughed.

"It’s late" I said matter-of-factly. "We should go."  He looked startled. "I have to work the day shift tomorrow", I said plainly. He understood.

We got down and I pushed him against the chair for one more hot man-to-man, full body pressing kiss. When it was done, I eased back and eyed him with an insistent air.

"Come to my place tomorrow night, if you don’t want this to be a hit-and-run fuck. Bring Mollie. You know you want to. You may have to share her some."

I punched my number into his phone and rang mine to grab his number. “I’ll text you when and where. The lube will be better and we won’t be on the verge of getting arrested.”

He got shy again “What if she doesn’t want to…”.

I smiled. “Tell her what we did tonight. She’ll want to.”

And with another secretly wicked intent, I said gently, “If she’s nervous about it, tell me to stop by the Colonial anytime from noon til 6pm.  She can see me and ask me anything she likes. Tell her I promise to answer all of her questions and concerns truthfully.”

I was hoping for that visit. I had a few questions of my own. It would tell me so much about which direction to lead this new adventure in depravity.

Nick and I shared one more dirty groping kiss, then I pushed him away and smacked his firm leaking ass as he walked off.

Yeah, he’d be back. With his girl in tow. This was getting more and more intriguing.

"Tomorrow…" I purred aloud to myself as I walked barefoot in the cool sand to the water’s edge, "Three’s company".

To Be Continued…?