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roshan ali, I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said…roshan ali...Author’s note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the dates were… I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in the mood for it and it causes problems for she certainly is, but in general, I love it. I love the vulnerability. I encourage her to do whatever she wants to me when I give into her, but I’ve always felt that she’s held back. Part of me is usually grateful, but another kinkier part wishes that she’d go all out. And I do mean all out. I know that she’ll do, or at least try, absolutely anything that I want (with the exception of golden showers or scat), but as I’m sure some folks will agree, there are some things that you don’t want to admit that you want, no matter how open your lover is. You just want them to discover your hidden cravings. Plus, it’s always more exciting that way. Exploration is as fun as getting exactly what you desire. She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. I licked up the center and plunged my tongue into her. She began furiously sucking me cock. It was too much for me. It was all too good. I arched my back and let out a loud, muffled bellow as I came. She swallowed it all and kept pumping me as my orgasm subsided. I stopped eating her out. I rested my head on the bed and panted and emitted little noises as she slowed her pace. “You’re not done,” she said, “I haven’t cum yet.” To Be Continued… Please send any comments/thoughts
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Pete had been friends with Steve since he had first graduated from college and gotten his first job. He remembered meeting Steve at his orientation to the company by the Human Resources Dept. Steve was one of the salesman who sold software for the company and was going to be a mentor to Pete as he started working also in sales for Eros. Pete was new to the city of Charleston, WV. In fact, he had just moved there from his home in Columbus, Ohio. Pete really wanted to get into writing his own programs as well as doing computer programming and architecture for businesses. The sales job was a way of working himself into the company. Hell, it was a recession and he was glad to have any type of job! Pete and Steve really hit it off. Steve was able to help Pete find out his way around town, set him up with an apartment, and show him both the highs and lows of Charleston, WV. Pete especially liked the lows that Steve had showed him– the strip bars, the adult bookstores and even a place that had a live sex show. One time Pete told a stripper that Steve was the person with all the money and that she should ask him for the money for a dance. Yes, getting financially started was a hard thing to do in a new city. It was quite a dance at that – as she spread her legs wide exposing her nude vagina several drops of moisture dripped down her slit and disappeared onto the floor below. This was the first of many trips to the adult entertainment places in Charleston. Steve was married to a beautiful women named Sasha who was 30 years old. The first time Pete saw Sasha was a reflection in a mirror in the hallway at their house. Sasha was 5’6″ with dark jet black hair cut in a way that made her look very tom boyish. Her figure was anything but tom boyish with well developed breasts, a tight rounded butt, and a slim waistline. Pete often wondered what she looked like beneath her clothes. Sasha was quite a contrast as far as looks– a tom boyish appearance with the body that any sculptor or painter would use for a model. Sasha greeted Pete with a warm handshake, hug, and greeting: “So your the new whiz kid whose out to conquer the sales world.” Her smile put him at ease. Pete thought how Steve was such a lucky bastard to have a woman like her. Pete advanced quickly in the company. He was soon named vice-president of sales. Pete then developed several unique computer products. This propelled him into the highest levels of management as well as made him very wealthy. Steve on the other hand had a tide of misfortune and his sales plummeted. Steve then began to drink. Pete ran into Sasha at the car repair shop. She was had been crying to herself. Evidently, her car needed repaired and when it came time to pay the credit card had been rejected. Sasha didn’t even have a way home. Pete quickly paid for the car repair. Sasha promised to pay him back. Pete could only think how he wanted her to pay him back. Sasha showed up to Pete’s place a couple hours later. Her eyes were red. Evidently, it had been a very bad day since a number of creditors had been calling with threats to repossess their house and belongings. Steve had even spent Sasha’s private savings without her knowledge. She was destitute. Sasha asked Pete if she could borrow some money and that she would be “willing to do any maid service around the house to help out and that she would also get a job to pay him back.” Pete asked, “Are you really willing to be my paid maid? Would you take a job where all your debts could be paid off?” Sasha responded quizzically, “It sounds as though you have something in mind. I just thought I could clean your home and maybe do some cooking.” Pete replied, “I’ve always wanted you as a sex slave that would serve my needs.” Sasha eyes grew very wide and she gasped in shock. “I could never do that to Steve. I really still love him. I’ll never do that! Can’t you even help out your best friend?” Pete quietly stated, “I’ve always wanted you as my own private sex slave, Sasha. I’ve desired you more than any valuable painting or other work of art. The situation is just right for my desires.” “You evil bastard. I’d never do anything like that. I love Steve.” Sasha angrily left. An day later the phone rang. “Pete, the bank is going to repossess our home unless we can pay the mortgage. No one will lend us any more money. I’ll do as you ask,” as Sasha cried.hard sexI told her to come over so that we could make the necessary arrangements. I then arranged to take care of Sasha’s and Steve’s bills a little at a time. I had Sasha tell Steve that a rich relative was going to help her out. When Sasha reported to my house I had her stand in front of a mirror and slowly remove her clothes. The reflection in a mirror showed some deep, dark brown nipples about 3 inches in size that came to pointed tip. As she bent and removed her panties I saw hair that grew up from her slit to her ass with some large protruding vagina lips. Sasha’s ass was round, well defined but small. As she turned around I saw a fairly hairy bush. Sasha had tears rolling down her cheeks. I then had her walk to me and away from me. I told her, “Walk like you are a hooker out trying to get some business.” Sasha then walked very sexily around my living room. Sasha asked, “Do you have to take a video of me doing this?” I replied, “Yes, now let’s see how many ways I can see that vagina of yours.” I saw her pussy as she stood over me, as she lay on the couch with her legs spread, on all fours with her butt in the air. Sasha’s vagina was now moist and her inner/outer lips were puffy. I had her play with herself. Sasha moaned, “Oh I’m about to come, please fuck me Pete.” “Sasha I want you to stop playing with yourself, take out your diaphragm, and come over her and suck my cock.” (that was wild erect and dripping with precum). “Oh, Pete I will get pregnant if I don’t use some protection. I am really fertile right now.” I told her that if she couldn’t do what I asked then there would be no money. I watched as she split her vagina lips and was able to see the back wall of her cervix. I then had her get on all fours as I mounted her from behind. Sasha felt Steve enter her in one shove. She pushed back into him and felt the tip of his large 10 inch cock hitting her cervix. Sasha grasped briefly in pain as Pete’s dick penetrated her cervix but waves of orgasm swiftly overtook her as she felt Pete’s cock throbbing and pounding her vagina. Pete soon shot his load deep inside her fertile womb. She then sucked him hard again. This time Pete took her with Sasha’s legs over his shoulders. Again, Pete emptied his sperm deep inside her womb. Pete had Sasha hold her legs up so that none of his sperm would leak out. Pete wanted to be sure to make her pregnant. Over the next several weeks Pete stuck his huge cock into Sasha and shot as much sperm into her as possible from as many different positions but always with one intent — to get Sasha pregnant. Sasha’s missed her next monthly period. When she did a pregnancy test it came out positive. Pete still had Sasha coming over to his to perform “housework” even though she was pregnant. Sasha’s nipples grew darker, larger, and became very sensitive. When Pete would suck on her luscious pointed pregnant breast she would squirt milk into his mouth and dose his cock with her vaginal juices as she repeatedly orgasmed. Sasha was hoping that her ordeal would soon be over even though she had signed a contract that would last several years. Her hopes where soon dashed when she heard Pete talking about her doing a gangbang with some well endowed black men after she had his baby. She shuttered when he asked if she “Would like to have a black baby?” Sasha’s maid service was only the beginning to satisfying Pete’s appetites. I tucked the present birthday inside the dresser drawer turned out the bedroom lights except for a single bedside lamp…

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The Story of C Ch. 02

byParis Waterman©

Christine leaned in closer, peering over her sister's hip at what I was doing. "Damn, honey, I knew you were good at that, but watching you... I mean, you're fantastic."

"He is... isn't he!" Amy gasped as I attacked her clit then brought a finger into play.

She groaned happily at its intrusion into her love nest and I quickly added a second and then a third, filling her for the moment. Amy's pussy gripped my fingers strongly. I settled into a quick rhythm gently finger-fucking her in time with my clit-licking. Her moans rose in volume; her breathing went from shallow to heavy as the clock ticked away the time.

Her pussy got very wet around my fingers, and the wetness spread around so that my lips, my tongue, my senses were flooded with her essence. Twice she seemed close to coming, but then gradually relaxed again. Or perhaps they were small orgasms - really, what did I know about what was going on in her body? All I knew is that she loved what I was doing to her.

Christine's face was just inches away, watching intently.

"Kiss me." I heard her say, almost a whisper.

Smiling, I lifted my mouth; she leaned down and kissed me. During our last time together, I had suggested that we try this. Christine had wrestled with the idea and only now capitulated. I loved the fact that it was she who suggested doing it, and now there was an urgency about her as she strove to lift her sister's taste from my tongue.

"Try this," I said, pulling my fingers our of Amy's pussy and offering them to her.

"Mmmm, yeah... okay. I love it," she murmured taking my hand and slowly sucking each finger into her mouth. Her eyes met mine, staring at me as she sucked them clean.

"Very sexy, sweetie," I said.

She smiled at me, and released my hand. Amy gave a moan of frustration signaling that I was ignoring her. I returned my attentions to her pussy, and quickly had her back on track, moaning her way towards orgasm.

"Put a finger in her ass," said Christine.

I did, and Amy's moans kicked up a notch. With the copious wetness running from her pussy, I had no trouble getting a second finger in and was gently fucking her sphincter with them; my mouth on her clit, relentlessly sucking and licking, never stopping.

Gradually, her ass relaxed. Feeling daring, I began working a third finger inside. Suddenly, the orgasm was obvious. It rose and fell, and rose again. It might have been more than just one; she couldn't, or wouldn't say when we asked about it.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Amy shouted while her hips vaulted toward the ceiling.

Her climax lasted two full minutes.

"Wow, Christine said, "That was intense; it reminded me of that video we made on our honeymoon, where you made me come repeatedly. I love watching it. I love seeing myself come. But I usually don't come that hard."

Slowly, Amy scooted back against a pillow and sat up. I sat up as well, and both of them looked at me expectedly.

"So, we're open to suggestions; whatever you want," my wife said with a broad smile.

My cock pulsed. I forced myself to take a deep breath, as we all looked at each other. "I'm afraid I'm on a hair trigger right now. I'm so turned on that if I fucked either of you, I'd come in seconds."

Christine laughed. "Poor boy, what a problem! Maybe you should just come quick and get it over with. You'll last longer the second time."

"I've got a better idea," I said, scooting back against the headboard. "Usually, I last longer with a blowjob. Amy why don't you start it off? Christine, come over here and kiss me, maybe help your sister out?"

Christine said, "Sure," and they both scooted into position; Amy on her hands and knees, crawling over and taking me in her mouth. Christine scooted next to me. I put my arm around her, and we kissed gently. Part of what makes a blow job good is just how hard and ready and sensitive your cock is, it makes a soft mouth feel even nicer. I was super hard and oh-so-ready.

I moaned.

"God that must feel great." said Christine, watching her sister's mouth slowly moving up and down my shaft.

"Mm-hmmm," I agreed as our mouths worked feverishly against one another. I just let it happen, our tongues lazily slipping around each other. Amy took me slowly deeper, deeper into her mouth.

I broke the kiss. "Now I'm going to ask, and you can say no."

"I'm sure I'll say yes." smiled Christine.

"I want you to get down there and kiss her, and then..."

"And then?"

"Then both of you suck my cock, together."

"Yeah, I can see how that's your fantasy." She gave me one last peck on the lips. "No problem."

She left my side, scooted over and tapped her sister on the shoulder. Amy lifted her mouth from my cock, and looked quite surprised as Christine eagerly kissed her and then reached for my cock, wrapped her fingers around it and slowly stroked it as the kiss went on.

I admired the symmetry of their faces, the small differences in the way Amy's tits seemed tauter than Amy's which had a slight sag, although I mean that in the nicest possible way. Perhaps I should have said slope instead of sag, but....

Then Christine broke the kiss, and they had a quiet little conversation from which I was excluded. Amy nodded then looked up at me with a smile.

"You want a double header... from us." she said.

I nodded my head.

Their hands and mouth went for my cock.

Christine sucked it first, giving me some nice head bobbing, then pulled back and teased my head by flicking the underside of my cock with her tongue. Amy watched, then took her turn, imitating the tongue-teasing, then sucking me deep, far deeper than Christine had.

"How does she do that?" Christine wondered out loud, watching.

"Suck my balls?" I asked.

I lay back and watched, as Christine took one testicle gently in her mouth, as her sister firmly sucked my shaft. It was a beautiful sight. I deliberately closed my eyes, just feeling the sensations. I could tell when they switched, with Amy moving down to my balls. Unable to take me deep, Christine sucked just the head of my cock, and used her fingers to stroke my shaft, basically masturbating me into her mouth. I was right on the verge of coming, but managed to hold out long enough for them to switch places a couple more times. Trying not to come was like exquisite torture.

"When you come, do it her mouth, OK?" Christine said, "Not mine."

"Uh-huh," I answered, not really knowing what I was agreeing too, for I was so lost in the exquisiteness of their combined fellating that comprehending the spoken word was beyond my capabilities at the moment.

My climax built slowly; creeping up on me like shadows at dusk. Christine was jacking my shaft with her soft fingers, and she had just yielded the head of my cock to Amy's hot mouth, when I started to shoot. My hips jerked and I gasped while Christine stroked me faster and burst after burst of jizm flew from the mouth of my cock onto Amy's protruding tongue. Besides my heavy breathing the only other sound I perceived was that of Amy swallowing.

Christine leaned up to kiss me, gently, as my orgasm finally receded.

"You are going to fuck us, aren't you?" she asked softly. "Don't tell me today is just about oral sex."

"Yes, I am," I croaked. Where's the fucking Viagra?"

There happened to be a fine Cajun Café two blocks from Amy's place and we ventured out with Christine wearing only a borrowed raincoat... I mean only. Her left breast kept popping out during the meal, and I over tipped the waiter because he was gallant beyond what passes for normal comprehension in that he continued serving our food without a mishap both times her tit was fully exposed. I give him top marks as the second time it happened he was pouring our wine Amy reached over and replaced her sister's tit for her.

On returning to Amy's apartment, I suggested we make a sandwich.

"But we just ate," Christine said as she shrugged off the raincoat and stood nude before Amy and me. I ignored her and continued, saying, "Amy's in the middle."

"OH!" both girls said, "That kind of sandwich!"

We promptly squeezed Amy between us, and I grabbed her throat and kissed her. Christine went to her knees and worked Amy's sundress up and over her head.

"Is that the way those dresses come off?" I asked.

"Not usually," Amy laughed. "I guess Chrissie's in a hurry, but I can't imagine why."

I was tugging at Superman's cape (actually I was dropping my pants and peeling my T-shirt off.) And eventually we were all naked again.

We moved back into the sandwich position and Christine began rubbing her body against her sister's while I was slipping a finger into her. Amy got hotter than a $2 pistol on a Saturday Night and dropped to her knees with sucking my cock foremost in mind.

Christine put a stop to that, however, telling Amy in no uncertain terms that the time was for fucking not sucking cock.

"I think... maybe the bedroom...."

They both agreed with me and we moved to the horizontal landing strip and both women laid back, opened their legs and spread their pussies for me.

Christine's left leg went over her sister's right leg as they spread for me, each using both their hands, fingertips gently opening their labia. I admired the sight, then bent forward to plant a kiss on Christine's exposed clit, then one on Amy's.

I slipped two fingers from my left hands into Christine, two fingers from my right into Amy.

"God, you're both so beautiful. I think I'm the luckiest man in the world." I said, swirling my fingers in both their pussies.

"Mmmm, too bad you don't have two cocks." said Christine. "But I have the marriage certificate. Do me first."

"Then you're first," I replied while Amy groaned in frustration.

I settled into the Missionary, replacing my fingers with my cock. After all the teasing and oral sex, it felt wonderful to finally be deep in a pussy. I began to fuck her steadily. With my right hand, I tried to keep fingering Amy, but soon I had to give up, it was just too complex to attend to both pussies at once. I brought my hand up to Christine's face.

"Do you want this?" I said offering my pussy-juice coated fingers.

"Oh yeah, it's kinda like a desert." She opened her mouth to accept my digits and sucked then clean. Once I got my hand back, I was able to prop myself up better and move my whole body to fuck her strongly. She rocked her body and tilted her hips to meet my thrusts, loving it. For a few minutes, we were just lost in our fuck, Amy almost forgotten, even though she was leaning against our bodies, watching intently as my hips slammed my dick into her sister. I noted with interest the lustful and envious expression her face.

I kissed my wife, then sent my cock all the way into her then swiveled my body to the right. Now I was in position to kiss Amy and did so while I rocked my hips to fuck Christine.

It was a nice sensation, kissing one and fucking the other. I shifted my attention back to Christine.

"I can ask you to do anything?"

"Sure, ask away... but ... oh, keep doing that!"

"I want to watch you two kissing while I fuck you."

"Mmmm, good idea. Amy?"

"Gimme some tongue."

Amy looked a little surprised, but pressed her tits against us as she kissed her sister. My cock pulsed, and if I hadn't already come once, I probably would have lost it. I sucked one of my wife's tits while watching them go at it.

I've long been a proponent of porn. I've watched at least a thousand different women kissing one another and always thought it was kind of staged. There was nothing fake about how Amy kissed my wife, or how Christine returned the flavor. In the throes of sex, with my cock making her pussy sing, this kiss wasn't just about putting on a show for me. I learned that she truly enjoyed kissing another woman. I don't know why I'm limiting my comment to Christine; Amy was certainly into it every bit as much as she was, and it showed in the passion both brought to the kiss.

The kiss ended and I brought my actual fucking to a halt, but left my rock hard shaft lodged in my wife and suckled at both their tits for a while. Neither woman seemed to mind.

I briefly considered asking Amy to take my place nipping away at Christine's nipples. Nipples were a "maybe" in the rules, I remembered. But I didn't push my luck. Instead, I got another idea... something I knew we would all like.

I lifted myself up, so that I could keep fucking Christine from a sitting position.

"Amy..." Christine croaked, "Come down here, bring your face down here to watch us fucking."

Amy scooted down, her face just a foot away from the spot where my cock disappeared into her sister. She gave me a lewd grin and tickled my scrotum, giggling inanely as I plowed steadily into my wife's pussy.

"OH... Lucas!" Christine called out.

Not wanting her to come just yet, I pulled out and presented my dick to Amy's face.

"Suck it."

She sucked, eagerly, not caring that it had been in her sister's cunt moments earlier. I heard her moan in pleasure as she sucked furiously, her cheeks hollowing out every other thrust. Christine moaned too, but at the loss of my meat, and I capitulated, denying Amy further oral gratification and sink back into my favorite home port.

I started to slam it into Christine, and began chanting: "Come for us!" over and over again. This was my stupid way of including her sister in our little fuck-fest.

It took me a moment before I realized that Amy's chin was now resting on Christine's belly, inches from her pubic hair, watching intently as we fucked.

"Come for us!" I said again and again, until she did, sweating and quivering uncontrollably Christine flattened out on the bed; her body was undergoing random spasms as she squealed and her body suddenly tightened, her vaginal muscles clasped at my cock and her orgasm smashed into her.

"Jesus Christ!" Amy swore, astonished at the magnitude of her sister's climax.

I pulled out and started lashing away at her extremely sensitive clit with my tongue. That brought on another climax almost as fierce as the first, causing my wife to claw at her hair while her legs rotated in the air above her sisters head as she thrashed about in ecstasy.

A stream of incoherent babble flowed from her mouth. Then Christine lay almost comatose on the bed.

Amy wasted precious seconds before mounting my mid-section and filling her hole with my cock.

"Are you gonna cum?" she asked. There was a pitiful look on her face as she bounced up and down on me.

My cock was buzzing, but I had staying power, thanks to the Viagra. "Not for a while yet. I'm thinking of things to try with the two of you." Amy was frigging her clit as my cock savaged her pussy, trying to hurry her orgasm.

"Really? You can think at a time like this?" Amy said, not believing a word.

"Fuck harder," I said sternly, just to see what she would do.

"Yeah, sure..." she replied and did, and one of her breasts slapped me so hard in the face that I immediately regretted telling her to do it.

Well not really. She was getting the both of us off. I mean, the truth of the matter was that I wasn't doing much. My job was to remain rock hard and let Amy do the work. She certainly appeared capable of that function.

Christine was sitting cross legged, watching us. Her hand was between her legs, I took a wild guess as to what it was doing there and then rejoined the fuck in progress with Amy. I took charge, changing the angle of my dick with her downward plunging. The effect was immediate on Amy.

"Whoa!" she bellowed. "Again! Please do that again!"

I did it again and she started to come.

I rolled her onto her back, raised her legs and gave her the All American slam.

That seemed to finish the job. Amy started jerking and shaking like a demon had taken possession of her soul. But to everyone's relief it was only her body reacting to a tumultuous orgasm.

"Christine," I gasped, "I want to fuck you again."

"Goody-goody! How do you want me?"

"Lie down, right here, on top of Amy, and I'll fuck you doggy." I pulled out of Amy and scooted back, giving her room.

Christine was laughing like a loon. "On top of her?"

"Yeah, you can do it. See how her legs are spread a little? Straddle her hips, and I should be able to fuck both of you."

"Oh yeah, I see it now."

Amy moaned, "hey, what the fuck?"

"Exactly," I said, causing untold confusion all around.

"Wow, Lucas, I would never have thought of that, "my wife said, and my chest puffed out in pride at my genius.

Christine came down and swung her leg over, settling down on top of her sister. They lay belly to belly. There was some jostling as they got comfortable. I ran my hand between their legs, feeling how their pussies were only inches away from each other. S

cooting in and lining up, I pressed my very hard cock into Christine.

"Oh... welcome home, baby!" she croaked then fell forward onto Amy's body, breast to breast, mouth to mouth.

Amy reached around Christine and hugged her as I gave Christine's pussy a nice solid doggy-style fuck. Feeling in no hurry, I fucked her for a minute, delighting in her hot, wet, and surprisingly tight pussy. Then I pulled back, let my cock slip down a couple inches, and slid right into Amy's saturated cunt.

Several strokes later I realized the girls were kissing one another. I kept pounding away until Amy's pussy contracted and she started coming again. I switched pussies, ramming my dick back into Christine and fucking as hard as I could for a full minute.

It nearly killed me. I stopped. Christine begged me to, "Stay in me. Please... just stay there a little longer."

I obliged her.

"Want me to put a finger up your ass?' Amy inquired, so discreetly that it took me a few seconds to realize just what she had said.

"I might come from it... yeah, do it," I heard my wife reply.

I felt Amy shift. Felt Christine jerk from her sister's thumb as it entered her rectum, and was sufficiently motivated to renew my humping.

I didn't manage to fuck her as fast as I wanted to. For me at the time that was impossible. But I gave my all and thank God it was good enough. Christine screamed her climax into her sister's neck and thrusting wildly, I emptied my sacs into her vagina and then some. The rush overwhelmed me, and when I came to my senses both women were showering kisses on me.

Then Amy had her tongue in my left ear and Christine was licking my balls.

"I think we got every bit of cum out of you," Christine said.

I remember Amy headed toward the shower and Christine trying to suck me hard again just before I slipped off into a stupefying slumber that I maintain was well earned, although both girls claimed the next morning that I had short-changed them.

"So eat each other," I moaned and pulled the pillow over my head.

To my great surprise, they did exactly that.

But that's another story.

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I enjoyed her rectal orgasm for at least a full minute, before realizing she had resumed her mouth job.

Then I pulled out and offered some more lubrication to her poor hole, to avoid bruising it too much. When I ploughed back into her, I found almost no resistance left, and resumed fucking her ass with all my remaining energies.

I had the clear sensation Karin started getting really tired under our double ramming, when suddenly Marco's breathing accelerated and he grabbed Karin's head by the hair, fucking her face with all of his strength.

"Hnnngg!!!" He snarled, a painful expression on his face, and I knew my fiancé was vacuuming his nuts with her merciless throat.

I tried to push myself to one side, to get a better view, but I could only see a couple of droplets trickling out of Karin's mouth, while her throat was working hard.

She swallowed everything, to the very last drop: all down into her stomach!

Gosh I was proud of my cum-eating wife-to-be!

With a painful groan, Marco fell back exhausted, his rod all red and still stiff after the rough treatment it just went through.

That was one of those frightening situations in which I had been wondering weather I had energies enough to complete the intercourse. I was really spent, but I had to manage to cum inside Karin too!

I accelerated my fucking tempo, bursting my last strength to the risk of hurting her, in the desperate attempt to reach the peak... And she did instead!

"Gaaaawwd!" Karin screamed out loud, her mouth finally free to announce her orgasm to the whole – and luckily deserted - archaeological park.

Her sphincter muscles contracted violently and unexpectedly around my burning rod, tacking me aback, and I suddenly climaxed into her own unnatural orgasm.

"Ouch!" I gasped, more in pain than in pleasure, sinking my fingernails into the soft flesh of her buttocks, as my sperm spurted into her convulsing anus.

It was a strange, intoxicating mixture of physical pain and cerebral pleasure, one of the most perverted orgasms of my life, and lasted forever, or at least that was my sensation.

I felt like cumming and cumming into her bowels, even knowing my poor testicles had to be almost empty already.

"Yes!" Karin snarled, "Oh fuck yes! Fill my last hole, you dirty bastard... Aahhh..."

Then her orgasm subsided, and the poor girl collapsed under my last thrust.

I was powerless myself, and literally fell on top of her, as my own climax faded.

We lay there in the dirt, naked, spent and shaking, a heap of sweaty, satiated flesh.

"Oh my God..." was Karin last comment before passing out.

Still plugged into her asshole, I closed my eyes trying to breathe hard, feeling my cock slowly deflating inside her bowels.

The noise of my own breath and the thumping of Karin's hart were almost piercing my ears, and all of my body was screaming pain and exhaustion.

The best pain and exhaustion of the world...

I could fall asleep now... Now...

Voices not that far away.

"Something is at the castle!" Marco warned, with a hoarse voice: "They must have heard Karin's scream."

Fuck. Well, shit happens.

I rose on my feet and grabbed my jeans, trying to push my shaking legs into the pants, and then I got hold of Karin and lifted her naked, exhausted body and held her tight, kissing her ear and hissing, "Time to get dressed my love... Somebody's coming!"

Karin whined, and strived to stand on her legs.

Clumsily, I found her shorts and helped her into, absent-mindedly noticing the cum which was still leaking from both her gaping holes. There would be time to clean up later.

A couple of turists appeared on top of the ruined walls and looked down at us.

We weren't a nice group to look at, and probably it was pretty evident what we were just being at, but we weren't over the obscenity threshold anymore: nobody would call the police for a topless girl and a pair of dusty and sweaty guys...

"What happened, we heard a scream," the lady in her fifties asked in local accent: "Somebody's hurt?"

Instinctively, to avoid discussions, I answered in English, faking my best American accent, pretty sure they couldn't follow us there: "Everything's okay, don't worry."

They grumped a bit and walked back, disappearing from our view. We heard the man commenting, "Bloody American tourist, they have no decency!"

Karin couldn't keep a laugh.

We busted in laugh all of us, a few seconds later, after trying to give the upset couple the time to be out of earshot.

"Oh my God!"

I shook my head and got hold back of by backpack, digging into it until I found the water canteen. I offered it to Karin, who got a long sip before handing it over to Marco, who in turn handed it back to me.

We had a bite with the sandwiches we took with us, still laughing any now and then, but with no energy to talk.

When we finally got up to leave, I realised Karin was still topless, and her shorts had not even being zipped up.

Her breasts were still crusted with dry cum, and her face was really a mess.

She was beautiful.

It took almost half an hour to walk back to the car: we were all quite sore and spent, and the path wasn't easy.

At the park site we found back the upset couple, who gave us an angry glance and muttered some more comments we understood perfectly, but by then Karin had finally recomposed herself, and all what they could say was that we looked quite dirty and messy.

We drove back in silence to the hotel, and I could feel tension in the air. Poor Marco didn't know how to behave after what happened, and I could see him in the rear mirror, sitting alone in the rear seat and glancing every now and then to Karin's bare legs.

When we parked in front of the hotel, Karin broke the silence: "Gosh, I need a shower! You guys have really filled me. I feel cum running everywhere..."

That lightened the burden for Marco.

We walked to the hall, catching the eye of the girl at the desk and of the bellboy. Our room was at the third floor, while Marco, being in a single, stayed at the ground floor.

"Well," the poor boy stuttered: "See you guys at dinner?"

Karin smiled, grabbed his neck (they were tall the same, in a way they made a far nicer couple than Karin and I) and purposefully kissed him open-mouth, in full view from the lounge for everybody to see.

Then we jumped in the lift and went upstairs for a well-deserved shower.

When she came out all wrapped in the white towel, Karin was beaming.

She came to kiss me and smiled: "Tank you my love. I had the most fantastic day... Now I owe you one!"

We fall asleep the moment we hit the bed, and slept until dinner time. While getting ready for the hotel restaurant, we spoke about what happened in Norchia, and I was happy to see Karin wasn't simply OK with the events of the afternoon, but she had actually thoroughly enjoyed it.

She said it wasn't something she intended to do every day, but it had been fun and intriguing, and if that was OK with me, it was fine to do it again.

Was I OK with it? Hell, I had lots of fun. Of course it is a sour-sweet sensation to share your woman with another guy. Kind of mental SM, I'd say. It's fine if you have total trust in yourself, in your partner, and most of all in your relationship with her. And yes, I had all of them. But it also required a third party you both like and trust, which may be a bit more difficult to find... We had been lucky. And yes, I agreed it wasn't something we could do any other day, nor with the first partner we met. It needed somebody special.

I was a bit more worried for Marco, though. Karin had reassured him about our feelings, but what about his own ones? After all, he had just betrayed his wife, something I didn't think of earlier... OK, he hadn't been forced to do anything, but still... Let's say he had been provoked the hard way.

I hoped he was OK with himself.

We found him downstairs, waiting for us at the restaurant door.

One of the convenient thing in having an Army buddy as a friend, is that you always know where and when to find each other without asking and without waiting. It was something always amazed Karin,

Marco twisted in seeing my fiancé: the teasing girl was wearing the briefest summer dress she had with her, one of the many I bought her just in order to be able to see as much as possible of her wonderful legs. She wore a simple, one-piece purple thing with moderate-high heels, a pair of heavy golden earrings and some bracelets, and her softly combed hair completed the seductive set.

He kissed her hand, I patted his back, and we went to the table under the gloom look of the same girl who saw us coming back from Norchia in the afternoon.

It was a teasing dinner.

Marco and I sat facing each other, with Karin between us at the head of the table like usual, with the added advantage that we boys had both a good vantage point to look at the girl's naked legs.

We ate quite light, maybe because we weren't thinking much of food. After ten minutes I started fondling Karin's mare thighs under the table, and I realised she was stroking Marco's cock through his trousers. She winked at me and smiled to him, who was all red in his face.

I was well aware she forgot her knickers in the room and her pussy was dangerously exposed for everybody to see should the hem of her dress rise just a little too much, so I was the first to reach the curls of her lush bush.

I couldn't wait for what was going to happen later.

We didn't talk about what happened in Norchia, not as a matter of choice, just it didn't come up. We had small talks, just until Karin mentioned him having to come to our wedding, of course with his wife.

This somehow spoiled the moment. Marco turned a bit sad, said of course, smiled politely and stopped caressing Karin's leg.

My fiancé was a bit disappointed, but there was no way to restore his attention on her. Marco simply reverted to the friend and colleague he had been until the day before.

When we went to the bar for a last drink before going to bed, she sat in front of him, and made sure he noticed she was naked under the thin dress.

I saw Marco's eyes bulge in watching the golden hair of her flashing cunt.

Karin smiled and crossed her long legs, sipping sexily her class of Martini Bianco.

To no avail.

He said he was sorry, but he was tired and wanted to call his wife before going to bed.

A bit disappointed but still smiling, Karin rose to say goodnight. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards herself, only this time she kissed him on the lips rather than giving him the tongue to shuck.

A friendly, fond kiss, rather a lover's.

He appreciated.

"Does he have problems with his wife?" Karin asked after making love that night.

It had been quiet and tender, nothing as wild and forbidden as we had actually planned to be. Lovemaking, rather than screwing.

"I don't know..." I hesitated: "Nothing serious, as far as I know. He didn't mention anything to me, at least. Why?"

"Just because he changed mood when I mentioned his wife. He got sad."

"Uhm..." I looked at her: she lay naked on her back, her hair sprayed on the pillow, and the small breasts splashed on the chest, while her long nipples pointed proudly to the sky. "I hope he didn't make any confront between her and you. I am afraid not may women may meet your challenge."

She smiled. "Thank you. But I hope I didn't create them a problem."

"I don't think you did anything wrong, my love. The worst thing we may have done is showing him a problem that was already there... And that would not be wrong. It's never a good idea to just hide a problem... Especially within a couple."

We kissed and switched off the light.

The day after we drove home. There, we had a lot of things to do before the wedding... Including preparing the room for Carina!

They came to our wedding. Marco was in good shape, and held his sabre at the arch of honour my colleagues made for us. Lucia, his wife, was as happy and smiling as I remembered her. Also quite a few kilos heavier, and not because being pregnant. She was almost ten years younger than Karin, but could have been ten older. Not the type of the adventurer I remembered from twelve years earlier... For sure, not the type for the wife-swapping party Karin had had in mind when she first asked Marco to come to our wedding. It is sad, when healthy women give up so early...

This story is 90% True. Of course the names are change, and in reality, the mature couple did manage to spoil our fun at the archaeological site, which was a shame. As any real story, it triggered a few consequences, the most important – and sad – being my friendship with Marco getting somehow spoiled. We actually lost each other shortly after our wedding. I saw Marco years later, just crossing each other in the corridors of the Defence General Staff: he was on the fast lane and very busy, working long hours and fresh from a promotion.

He was divorced since a couple of years.

In a way, this has been kind of a lesson for me: when we allow ourselves to stray, we shouldn't consider possible consequences on our own relationship only... We may think we stay on the safe side, and be right; but what is fine and healthy for one couple can be devastating for the other one.

I'll never know weather our adventure in Norchia just upset Marco's marriage or ultimately triggered its demise. But for sure, I will always feel a bit guilty about it.

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It was the very definition of a happy accident. A chance shifting of position, a clutching of the pillow to the chest, and the brush of fabric against bare skin. His dreams upon waking were of Susan; she lying there, so naked and vulnerable, yet so tantalizingly out of reach. Little surprise given their date the night before, when another heavy session of kissing and groping was curtailed by her staunch beliefs.

He had never argued against her convictions, to save herself in the way she wanted, but it wasn’t easy to live that way. Like any young man in full virility, his body was full of urges that wanted expression.

This morning, again very much true to form, he drifted into consciousness with the nagging strains of an erection. He was only dimly aware of the way he had been holding the topmost pillow, cradling it as one might a slender lover, the bottom edge trapped beneath his belly and coming against the glans of his turgid organ. Where before he would naturally reach down to clutch his manhood, his hips took over of their own accord, pushing his cock further into the yielding cushion of the pillow.

Without much thought or effort, Roe turned flat on this stomach, his prick now lying between the mattress and the pillow. It felt rather good to be compressed on all sides like that, to be enveloped in such softness. Moving his hips, he thought about how Susan looked last night, her short skirt and those dark pantyhose she wore. He wanted so much to get between those slender thighs of hers, and break the final taboo between them.

This masturbation was vastly different from simply stroking off with his hand. Here was full body involvement. His toes digging into the mattress, legs taut, he rocked back and forth in the instinctive unthinking movements of copulation. Hands clutching the bed sheets, he gasped and grunted in a blatantly vocal way, the ecstatic pleasure rising along with his pulse.

Wet trails of pre-cum stained the pillowcase in advance of the inevitable orgasm. No longer in the vague mist of waking dream, he desperately held onto the fantasy of Susan writhing beneath him, putting aside the nagging concern about what he was actually doing. He felt deliriously out of control, a sensation he never had while teasing and arousing himself by hand. The trigger of his climax was tantalizingly close, and he pushed even harder to trip himself over. He imagined thrusting deep inside Susan’s virgin cunt, finally despoiling her, making her his own with this most intimate yet violent act.

Muscles tensing all at once, Roe’s orgasm overtook him, thick gouts of semen spilling onto the bed. Even after the initial spasms had faded, he lay breathless on the pillows, his softening cock soaking in the sticky wetness of his spent passion. Too soon the spell was over. He rose onto his knees silently cursing the mess he’d made to his bedding. It would be one thing if it were just his sheets, but to pump all that nasty smelling semen into the pillow where he laid his head at night…

Taking his morning shower, he was still consumed with what he’d done. Washing the goo off his genitals, he continued to stroke and caress himself according to habit.

Roe was, by most definitions, a well cut young man. Lean but not skinny, one would have thought that the last thing this dark haired college student needed to do was jerk off in order to achieve sexual fulfillment. In fact, he loved Susan a great deal, and while he had met girls that were willing to be sexual, none had captured his heart as she did. To cheat on her was out of the question, which left him in this familiar scene -stroking his hardening cock under the warm flow of water in the shower.

Today was clearly different. As the pleasant sensations reawakened in this casual caress, he thought about how amazing it had felt to fuck his pillow. It was an embarrassing thing to have done –but what aspect of masturbation wasn’t embarrassing, really? The only real problem was the mess. His cock, now hard and sliding easily between his soap-slicked fingers, begged for an answer that would let him experience that again.

Quitting his self-arousal to finish his shower, he remained stiff and randy when he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He thought about calling Susan, but he decided he wasn’t in a fit frame of mind to handle that conversation right now.

Wandering into the living room, he glanced around, half thinking about breakfast, and half rubbing his manhood with the palm of his hand through the damp towel. There wasn’t a whole lot to see to inspire his imagination. The television, one potential avenue of eroticism, wasn’t going to fulfill what he was looking for today. There was the low coffee table, rather banal, and the couch, of course.

How many times had he thought of bending her over that same couch, knees on the floor while he took her roughly from behind? He could so easily picture her face, turned to one side, moaning into the cushion. Even though he knew it was a futile hope, he even kept a packet strip of condoms just in case his luck should finally turn. The memory of that recurrent fantasy gave birth to what was now an obvious bit of inspiration.

Quickly tearing open a packet, he rolled the slick sheath of latex over his rudely engorged cock. He’d only put on a condom once before, and then only briefly, just to see how it was done. It never occurred to him until this moment how useful the little things could be in the pursuit of self-pleasure.

Kneeling in front of the couch, he bent forward, just as he would bend over the turned backside of his elusive girlfriend. While his imagination conjured the vision of her bare and vulnerable buttocks, he guided the tip his protected member to the narrow gap between two seat cushions. Thrusting his hips forward, his prick penetrated the opening just as he’d penetrate Susan’s cunt.

Closing his eyes, Roe stretched out his arms to clasp the edge of each cushion. Slowly rocking back and forth, he began the motion of copulation. Any lingering worry about making love to a piece of furniture was pushed aside by the increasingly vivid fantasy in his mind, and the sheer visceral pleasure of the experience. Using his hands on the opposite sides, he could adjust the pressure being applied to his cock by the thick cushions. He gradually took longer and deeper strokes, reveling in the sensations of each penetration.

The condom protected his member from the friction, but the lubrication was not lasting. Completely buried between the two cushions now, his motions became short and urgent, barely moving at all. He was so close he could feel the pre-cum smearing against the skin of his glans. He grunted and gasped for air, pressing harder on each side of the cushion to increase the pressure. He thought of Susan, body squeezed beneath him and the couch, heaving and moaning much as he was. He thought of her cunt, and how it would feel to fill that virgin womb with his cum.

Fantasy and reality coming together, his cock grew taut, and after a breathless second, semen spat wetly into the reservoir tip of the condom. Fingernails digging into the cushions, Roe rode the crest of his orgasm, body frozen in place before finally letting out a long ragged breath.

He sat back on the carpet, head still buzzing from the experience. He removed the soiled contraceptive from his rapidly shrinking organ, now moist and sticky with the result of his climax. Once he’d regained his wits, he disposed of the condom and wiped himself clean with a fresh towel in the kitchen.

Not one of his proudest moments, he reflected; at least not something he’d ever admit to doing in mixed company. But, and he had to be honest, fucking the couch was actually about the best fun he’d had alone in quite some time.

What else? In the course of a quiet Sunday afternoon spent alone, he had nothing else to do but reflect on his morning escapades and wonder how much further he could take it. He wandered in distraction, trying not to look too closely at the couch, or the bed, but tempted to try again. He was fully dressed, but he constantly found himself reaching down to test the hardness of his erection beneath his jeans.

This was all pretty nuts, he decided. Roe had never thought of masturbation as much more than a necessary evil, a way of relieving the arousal after a night with his stoic girlfriend. To indulge in this kind of behavior seemed shameful and self indulgent –but the thoughts wouldn’t go away. What he did alone in his own apartment was his own business anyway. Who needed to know? And why shouldn’t he take some control over his sexuality for a change? It wasn’t as if he was cheating on Susan. If anything, wouldn’t finding more effective ways to pleasure himself take away the urgency to force Susan into doing something she wasn’t ready for?

He needed to get outside for a while. It couldn’t hurt to pick up a few things from the grocery store. At the very least, it would get his mind off self-abuse for a while. Walking out of the apartment, his stiff member wasn’t about to let him off the hook entirely. Putting on a blank face, he sidled across the sidewalk until the thing finally shrunk down to a manageable size and he could walk normally again.

Once inside the grocer, he wandered around, trying to get his mind off dirty behavior. Avoiding the faces of the other shoppers, it were almost as if he was hiding some terrible secret. He recalled hearing that the grocery store was a great place to meet and pick up women. He wasn’t sure how true that was –but, and this was a disturbing thought, could it be a great place to find something to masturbate with?

He line of thinking today inevitably led him to consider the erotic possibilities of the items he came across. He reflected that if he were female, there’d be no shortage of things he could use –just how many vegetables alone suggested a phallic shape? Even if one weren’t prepared to shove an entire cucumber up oneself, a modest carrot or zucchini would definitely suffice.

It was about this point that Roe spotted the watermelons. As full and ripe as a plus-sized woman’s bosom, their erotic promise caused him to pause. His eyes shifted, as if afraid someone nearby might overhear his thoughts. A watermelon, with an appropriate sized hole, would make a perfect sexual surrogate, would it not? He reached out to touch the smooth surface of a nearby melon, swallowing at the thought of his prick buried in the soft mushy interior.

It was so, so wrong to be thinking this way. He moved as if to get away, to escape his train of thought, but he took another pause. He recalled how good it had been to fuck the pillow that morning –not to mention the escapade with the couch. How terrible an experiment would it be to pick up one of those watermelons and take it home? What’s the worse that could possibly happen?

By the time he got home, he was as nervous as if he were about to commit some horrible crime. There was no getting around what he was about to do. The melon resting heavy in his arms, he decided not delay in this perverse endeavor.

Where does one go when one intends to make love to a fruit? Probably the same place you’d take a girl –to the bedroom. Placing a folded towel over the bed sheets, Roe placed the smooth green-black melon gently on top. Stepping out of his clothes, Roe was aware how strange and comical this would look to the outside world. But there was no one here to watch, and as he contemplated the unique sensations he would get from plunging into the soft red pulp, his erection began to grow in anticipation.

Wielding a small, sharp knife, Roe cut into the surface of the watermelon. He wasn’t sure exactly how large to make it, but figured it was better to go larger than smaller, and soon he’d fashioned out an irregular circle.

Having removed that section of rind, he examined the glistening red meat within, biting his lip. It was fortunate this was a seedless. Testing the interior with one finger, he found it firmer than expected. Thinking that it might be a problem, he stabbed the knife through the hole a few times to soften it up.

He felt vaguely nervous as he crawled up on the bed. It wasn’t as if he was about to lose his virginity, but this had to represent some kind of first in any event. Certainly it was his first plunge into something, well, biologic –not to mention a plunge into perversity. Reaching down, he stroked his member into full and firm erection, trying to evoke lewd images of Susan in his mind.

It should have worked, but he just couldn’t get past the actual physical reality of what he was about to do. Roe pictured how he must appear at this very moment; naked, crouched on all fours, penis in hand as the tip dangled over the open gash of the melon. Watching intently, he delicately pressed the tip of his cock against the wet insides of the melon. Susan, and any sense of propriety forgotten, he clenched a fist and drove his shaft down into the sopping red pulp.

He couldn’t restrain the strangulated grunt that burst forth as he penetrated. The melon had not been chilled, but it still felt cool against the sensitive skin of his prick. But it was so wet, so tingly, strangely granulated and… well, in truth he had no easy way to describe what he was feeling. Drawing himself up from the depths of the watermelon, he looked down to observe the thin red smears of pulp that clung to his rigid cock. Would it look this way when he finally took Susan’s maidenhead some time in the future?

Holding the firm surface of the melon steady with one hand, he hunched forward and began thrusting up and down. The pulp surrendered to his ravishment, opening up and allowing faster, more urgent movements. He pushed and pushed, the head of his cock acting like a pestle, creating a pool of water and mulched melon at the bottom of the hole. It was insanely nasty, but felt so good it would have been impossible to stop at this point.

Jaw tight, he could feel the pre-cum starting to seep from his glans. He wasn’t interested in watching what he was doing anymore. He was entirely involved in the sheer primal sensation of fucking, of moving his hips, of thrusting his swollen manhood into this soft, moist cavern. Much of the interior friction had given way, but the harder rind of the melon still rubbed at the base of his prick with each thrust. Alone in the sanctuary of his bedroom, Roe enjoyed the fruits of his selfish pleasure by finally releasing his sperm into the sopping and ruined insides of the watermelon.

The enterprise had been so exhilarating that he remained slumped over the reassuringly solid form of the melon for a good long while. His prick, completely soaked with bits of melon and his own semen, finally slid out of the hole he’d fashioned. He rolled over, gently caressing the flaccid organ as if to ensure it had survived the ordeal unharmed.

In the aftermath, the only sensible thing to do was to take a long cleansing shower and try not to think to hard about all this. On returning to the bedroom, though, the watermelon naturally remained as a nasty problem to be dealt with. It goes without saying that he DIDN’T eat it, though in the weeks after, Susan would wonder why he’d taken to buying a watermelon every weekend, and why he never offered her any.

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